Felih shudders with each slow, deep, hard thrust, feeling the thick shaft rutting against every sensitive inch of him inside, a deep pleasure he hasn't enjoyed in quite a while. Azwel's so thick, filling and stretching him wide, making him mewl and moan with each movement, walls fluttering and squeezing around him in his half-focused attempts to milk him. It's hard to think when he's getting fucked like this, but he can remember to clench most of the time for him, to squeeze and milk him.

The kisses are met with breathless fervor, moaning into them, his hips trying to roll despite his restraints hindering his movements. He's going to cum again, he's sure of it- but it hits him before he expects it, leaving him breathless as he squeaks and trembles, shaking as he clenches even harder and spasms around him, squirting down onto the balls he feels slapping against his skin, while his barbed cock jerks and spurts even more streaks of thick, hot seed all over his painted torso. His toes curl and his claws reflexively expose themselves in the process, entire body arching and shaking.

Twelve, he could get used to sessions like this...