"Mmmhhhh..." It's certainly having an effect on Azwel. "Very possibly," he breathes, placing hot, slow kisses on Felih's neck, "especially if you keep that up." He's growing heated inside of Felih, already starting to swell.

The kind of power this fellow has over Azwel should be frightening. Or angering. But he falls into it, instead, as though, all this time, he'd unconsciously been looking for someone who could pull him along, instead of the other way around.