Oh... oh, that feels so good, those lips under his jaw. Azwel moans and quivers. He gently massages those soft, swollen balls, his breath growing ragged as they touch and caress each other, as he drowns in those breathless kisses. He can't stop moaning quietly, either.

"Mmmmh, yes... we're ready." His hand guides his tip to that hot, welcoming core, his other hand going to Vash's hip to guide him down. "So very ready...."