Felih's cheeks feel like they're aflame, the touch sliding down his body only riling him up more. He's sensitive, especially to a warm, firm touch, and as Azwel's hand moves down more directly to stroke along his fur and down along his barbed, twitching cock, he huffs a breath and bites his lip, squirming uselessly as his cock throbs and leaks another few droplets of pre down the deep, dark pink skin, until it rolls over the swell of his plump balls. He's even getting wet between the legs, but he's in no way going to admit to any arousal, even if his swollen cock is proof enough.

"..nn... y-you mean to use me as source, then?" he manages to say, tail quivering as he tries to keep himself calm. "How can you tell if I could even produce enough?" He's too curious for his own good, truly... "A well within me doesn't necessarily mean a well at release..."