Azwel

Vash chuckles softly at the eagerness of his friend. "We're going slow, remember?" He speaks softly and without judgment. Although with the way he groans and nearly falls over completely on top of Azwel when his hand finds his cock he doesn't do much better. Already nearly hard thanks to the drugs and his natural growing arousal working together. Vash clears his throat in embarrassment as he goes back to tugging down Azwel's pants. Leaving the underwear for now and pressing his hand against the bulge growing there under the fabric. "Where's your lube?" Because he's sure Azwel has some somewhere.