Felih feels something in him just give in. Fuck it. He's already here, already stripped and aroused and full of this man's cock, already with his own seed spattered over his belly, and he feels good. Even if he won't admit he wants more, he can be coy about it.
"...I have more, I think," is what he mumbles softly against Azwel's lips before melting into those kisses. He's got a veritable well of it, endless if one considers his libido, and the cock stirring inside him is enough to have him quivering in his bindings again. "Ah- aahn- nngh! Hhn- ah-" His short little cries and gasps are getting more fervent as Azwel's hips take on that rough, greedy pace, striking so many sweet spots in him with each thrust.
As if it weren't enough, the hand on his cock is only making him climb to higher heights of bliss, and he whimpers and writhes, hips jerking as his cock throbs and spurts more and more pre over Azwel's hand, over their bodies, the teases to his barbs in particular making him mewl more noisily and shamelessly. It makes his cock jerk hard in Azwel's palm, heavy and plump balls pulsing under his cock- and atop Azwel's- and he's quickly starting to shake and buck, losing control.
His sensitive cock is obviously the easiest way to make him lose control, and his claws curl where his hands are tied and bound, toes curling the same, breaths uneven and ragged as he feels even more heat coiling and building at his root and threatening to burst. His inner walls are clenching around Azwel's cock, wanting to milk him, keep him rutting, filling him.
His kisses are more eager now, less shy, wanting so badly for more. He shuts his eyes in his bliss and just returns the pressure with equal amounts of his own, tongue and teeth playful with Azwel's lips. He's enjoying this, despite how mortified he feels to be stripped and spread and toyed with- but it's equally arousing as it is embarrassing, this loss of control.
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"...I have more, I think," is what he mumbles softly against Azwel's lips before melting into those kisses. He's got a veritable well of it, endless if one considers his libido, and the cock stirring inside him is enough to have him quivering in his bindings again. "Ah- aahn- nngh! Hhn- ah-" His short little cries and gasps are getting more fervent as Azwel's hips take on that rough, greedy pace, striking so many sweet spots in him with each thrust.
As if it weren't enough, the hand on his cock is only making him climb to higher heights of bliss, and he whimpers and writhes, hips jerking as his cock throbs and spurts more and more pre over Azwel's hand, over their bodies, the teases to his barbs in particular making him mewl more noisily and shamelessly. It makes his cock jerk hard in Azwel's palm, heavy and plump balls pulsing under his cock- and atop Azwel's- and he's quickly starting to shake and buck, losing control.
His sensitive cock is obviously the easiest way to make him lose control, and his claws curl where his hands are tied and bound, toes curling the same, breaths uneven and ragged as he feels even more heat coiling and building at his root and threatening to burst. His inner walls are clenching around Azwel's cock, wanting to milk him, keep him rutting, filling him.
His kisses are more eager now, less shy, wanting so badly for more. He shuts his eyes in his bliss and just returns the pressure with equal amounts of his own, tongue and teeth playful with Azwel's lips. He's enjoying this, despite how mortified he feels to be stripped and spread and toyed with- but it's equally arousing as it is embarrassing, this loss of control.