Oh, that familiarity is not lost on Azwel. It manages to push a thought through the haze of pleasure that the body speaks so much truer than words do. The touch to his cock draws a similar purring sound from him, low in his throat, a soft, velvety growl.

The moment he gets Carden nude Azwel licks his hand rather messily and slips it, wet and hot, over the younger man's balls, light against that tender flesh, and presses a finger against the skin behind them--a habitual move for him. He doesn't even think on how familiar it would be to Carden. He eases a finger in, slow but firm.

"Mmmmh, I do like an eager lover," he whispers huskily, his lips hot against Carden's neck.