A soft, breathy, amused sound results at that. Oh, he's certain he'll have rather a lot of them completely charged by the time they've had enough. Even that thought further stokes his own desire as the crystals and mirrors and lenses start to turn again, faster and faster.

"Oh... mmmmhhhh, not to worry, there's... plenty more...." Azwel murmurs. The little bites to his lips and that squeezing makes him moan and shiver delightedly every time. Ah, gods, he's good at this. So good....

"Mmmmh... you could easily... become addictive," he adds in a heated whisper, his hips rolling slow and hard, now. His lips roam wetly along Felih's jaw and neck again. "Might never... get enough...."