Chris holds tight to Erik's leg, needing that grounding contact. This is better than any dream, because it's real, because it's Erik really here with them... but the words won't form right. Between gasps and moans, Chris manages to say,

"Yours... always..."

And then Erik increases the pressure of his grip... and it's those sweet words as much as the physical pleasure that tips Chris over the edge into ecstasy, with a soft cry.

The after is fuzzy with sudden tiredness... but the fire makes the room warm, and Chris is safe in their lover's embrace, and... and they are loved. They give a contented sigh and let their eyes drift closed.