Ordinarily Azwel would have a mental image with a statement like that--a string of desperate people following after Felih, just begging to touch him. But his thoughts are gone once again, so no such thing comes to mind. He's drowning in sensation even faster this time, and it's thrilling. He still moves slowly, still plunges deep into Felih with every rolling thrust, but his spine shivers and he quickly becomes incoherent with pleasure. One hand grasps the cushions again.
He can't even comment on Felih's intention to squeeze as much as he can out of him, but the words roll about in his mind, patiently waiting for something to connect to. They'll be waiting for a while, because Azwel's thoughts are well and truly scattered, just the way he likes them. All he can do is moan an almost obscene moan against Felih's neck, near his ear, before shifting a bit and capturing his lips again in a series of urgent kisses.
He's going to lose his mind to all this pleasure and he doesn't care. He wants it. He wants to be utterly subsumed in this feeling.
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Date: 2019-06-04 05:27 am (UTC)He can't even comment on Felih's intention to squeeze as much as he can out of him, but the words roll about in his mind, patiently waiting for something to connect to. They'll be waiting for a while, because Azwel's thoughts are well and truly scattered, just the way he likes them. All he can do is moan an almost obscene moan against Felih's neck, near his ear, before shifting a bit and capturing his lips again in a series of urgent kisses.
He's going to lose his mind to all this pleasure and he doesn't care. He wants it. He wants to be utterly subsumed in this feeling.