Felih's cheeks burn when Azwel laughs, but he doesn't shy away from the kiss. In fact, he shuts his eyes and returns it readily, firm as his tail quivers on the table. At the very least, the man appears to have a lab full of useful things to toy with should he tire, but Felih's not even noticed such things, far too distracted by the whirring of the machine immediately around him. (And of course, by the man atop him.)

"You can certainly try," he says breathlessly as he parts from the kiss, ears perking up just a little as he squirms on the cushions- which he's now appreciating more and more. This... wasn't so bad. He won't admit it. But it's... certainly rather pleasant. The man knew what he was doing, if he intended to harvest orgasmic energy from folk.

His hips twitch before lifting upwards- just slightly. He can't move much with his bindings, but the gesture is plain enough: he's offering himself up.