"Azwel...?" Felih was stunned to be presented with an identity so easily, but he doesn't have time to dwell on that. Azwel is distracting him with touch, stroking down over his midline and making the muscles of his abdomen instinctively quiver, his body squirming as heat rises further into his cheeks.

"What? From- from orgasm? But what- what energy? Why is it so potent?" Despite himself, Felih is curious. He's a mage, after all, studying arcanima in any way he can- but he'd never heard of such a thing. Then again, such things would not be found in any ordinary tome... "Why me?"

He curses himself for getting so easily riled. A bit of touching, and the very acute sensation of being observed and watched, eyed up and admired, even when he's stripped bare like this... He wishes he could hide his face, but he can't, mortified as he feels his cock thickening and swelling up, twitching as the arousal starts to make itself known.