Felih shivers at the kiss to his neck, and the murmur is comforting at first... but he's not the type to trust very easily. After all, the man did kidnap him here, and he hasn't forgotten it just because of a few amazing orgasms.

"I still haven't decided if I like you yet," Felih mumbles at him with a stubborn pout, nipping at Azwel's neck when Azwel is still close enough to nip at. It's a chide and a scold, but still a little playful. "If you let me go I might cause trouble for that machine," he huffs, glancing aside and already wondering how to dismantle the thing, wanting to see how it works, how it ticks and operates.

In other words, Felih is fine giving up control like this for a little longer, even if he refuses to admit it outright.