Felih slowly, slowly, gives in. He presses into that kiss, ears low, tail quivering and fluffing up as his captor strokes over his skin, his body- and the touch moving over his balls has him moaning, shivering. But he flinches the moment Azwel's fingers find the hidden folds behind the sac, slick and clearly showing further signs of his desire, and he feels his face burning with mortification once more.
He squirms and tries to wiggle away from the touch, flustered, but the more the fingers stroke and rub over the folds, the more weak he feels, whimpering and panting, head falling back against the cushioned table while his cock spurts another burst of pre.
Azwel likes it. "Of course you would," Felih mutters, almost sulking, a pout on those full lips as he looks away. "Pervert." The word held no bite, however- surprising, considering Azwel was his captor, and he should be snarling more like a feral wildcat.
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Date: 2019-05-24 07:43 pm (UTC)He squirms and tries to wiggle away from the touch, flustered, but the more the fingers stroke and rub over the folds, the more weak he feels, whimpering and panting, head falling back against the cushioned table while his cock spurts another burst of pre.
Azwel likes it. "Of course you would," Felih mutters, almost sulking, a pout on those full lips as he looks away. "Pervert." The word held no bite, however- surprising, considering Azwel was his captor, and he should be snarling more like a feral wildcat.