Ah... god,... that feels almost too good. Azwel moans softly, throatily, falling completely into the slow movement and languid kisses. The place is so quiet that their own sounds, their breathing and soft hums of pleasure, the slow, liquid sound of kisses, his name whispered on a heated breath, surround Azwel and he finally, finally lets himself drown in sensation as he loves so much to do.

And yet he's not so far gone that, when he feels Vash is relaxed enough around his finger, he doesn't think to whisper, a breath away from the other's lips, "Shall we go for two?"