Felih wants to press more on that ritual, curious, but his thoughts are scattered when the table itself begins to move. He squeaks, tail fluffing up as he looks around, uneasy- and then the table finishes its movement, allowing the scientist to straddle him, which only leaves him more flustered. He's so petite, compared to the other man, but even for someone so petite, he's wonderfully well-endowed.

And that makes it even easier to note when it throbs, pulses, twitches, jerks- every last little movement and tell. The glisten of pre trailing down the shaft, the spurts that sometimes spatter over Felih's belly, and he squirms and bites his lip, shuddering at the low murmurs that keep taunting him with the sound alone. He shivers at the tug to his hair, and then there's kisses to his neck and he can't help but gasp, squirming again and turning his head to bare his neck more.

"A-Ah... G-Gods, what am I to focus on if not- not something else...!" he protests quietly, voice a little breathy at the continued teasing and stimulation.