It's almost too much, those teeth gentle around that little pap, riding that edge between pleasure and pain and Azwel gasps loudly in delight, trying not to let his back arch too much. "Oh, absolutely," he moans in reply. "Always... maintained they were... very bad at it," he finishes breathlessly, a heated shiver following those words.

He slowly runs his fingers through Vash's hair again, humming a low, purring, velvety growl in his chest. Oh, he could caress and explore all night, refamiliarising himself with every sensitive place on Vash's body, helping them both reclaim what this place keeps trying to sully. But desire stirs ever more hungrily, so he slicks his fingers and trails them along Vash's tailbone and between his cheeks before gently caressing his entrance.

Something tells him he needs to be gentle with it. A memory? Maybe just a thought, all jumbled up in what the machines and drugs left of his recollection of the last couple days. But he presses his hot, slick finger to it, as the other hand continues to caress, looking for more spots that'll make him shiver like that again.