Felih hums a little, before nipping at Azwel's ear. "Hardly. I wouldn't run off and risk someone stealing the information. You don't seem the cruel sort, but I am wary of what others may do with such new information and technology," he mumbles, before gasping softly and whining as his lover pulls out of him.

He shivers and feels the little flood of thick heat already leaking out from his folds, a blatantly obscene sight, and the sensation makes him bite his lip as he tries to keep himself quiet. His cheeks burn from it, feeling the seed flowing out of him, knowing he's been so thoroughly debauched and filled.

He only barely manages to keep an eye on Azwel as he removes the orb, watching the object carefully. "...will it be alright, like that?"