There's no comparison he can come up with for how it feels to suddenly have comprehension dawn after floating aimlessly in his head for several minutes. It's more disorienting this direction, actually, because with it turned up that high, there's no recognition that anything is or has been unusual, whereas he's aware of the state, now, but there's also a moment where he essentially has his awareness skip from post-coital with the toy to very actively being fucked and whether he manages some memories of what's happened between or not, they're not wholly present right at the moment.

"Ah~," he manages and it's half startled pleasure, but a little bit of a panic for a moment, looking around before the series of events clicks in his head and then he lets his head thunk back on the bed and laughs softly, a bit crazily, but it at least sounds like a good noise. "Wow," is all he manages for a moment, breathless, "That's... intense..." Then, there's a bit of a puzzled look at Phillip, because he registers anew that they are still... very much in the middle of things,

"Tired of it? I'm fine to keep going," another one of those laughs, "Ah, better than fine, I think."