(Sorry about the delay, busy week!)
The poor Vale was becoming putty in her hands, completely limp as her hands ran all over his drowsy body, every little kiss making him feel as is his mind and body were filled with cotton. The only part of his mind that hadn't surrendered tried to shake him out of it, but it was not doing so well. All he could do for now was to try a bite down his words, stopping himself from requesting pleasure, he was so relaxed that he simply didn't have the strength to keep his arousal under control from her touch, something steadily growing inside his undergarments.
(Will Check, on failure, Request
On success, Feint)