Despite all the small scars up and down his neck, the skin a little ropy in a few places, soft and tender in others, Azwel is still very sensitive there. It makes Azwel's breath catch and he arches into it, head tilting back. A long, breathy moan follows it. "Oh, yes..." he breathes, incoherent for a moment. After a few breaths he regains at least enough thought to angle his hand slightly, fingers brushing gently over Vash's sensitive spot. He's starting to ache and throb, the press of their bodies only exciting him further. But he can stay resolute for a few minutes longer, at least, his fingers slow and gentle.

"Mmmmmm, tell me when you want more," he whispers.