Felih purrs, his grin turning a little mischievous and feral as he flashes sharp teeth, wiggling his hips and squeezing tight around Azwel's cock, still trying to milk at him, harden him up. He shudders and pants, feeling the slow rolling beginning, starting the push and pull, the drag and rub of that thick cock along every sensitive nerve inside him.

He melts into that kiss, moaning as he feels his lover fucking him again, even nipping and nibbling playfully at Azwel's lower lip between kisses, though he keeps the kisses themselves languid and deep. Twelve, it's a sweet kind of agony to move so slowly, a simmering heat stirring up in him again with each thrust.

"Nngh... t-try your best. Mayhaps you'll get a good haul of those orbs before we're through..." he pants, soft words breathless against Azwel's lips. "Fill me up. I'm not satisfied with just this amount..." he teases, squeezing hard around his cock again as if encouraging him to just spill more seed inside him.