"You don't like it?" Azwel murmurs, smiling slightly. Sure, Felih's body says otherwise, but that pout--it's at once adorable and a little worrying. He strokes those folds a little more gently.

It's a good job Azwel never had any illusions that he wasn't an utter pervert, because he's not offended at all. He knows what he is. He tilts his head to kiss that pout off of Felih's lips.