Azwel pauses where he is, head tilting slowly to the side. His unfocussed eyes look down at Vash and he takes several long, deep breaths, each one leaving him with a soft hum.

"Nnnnhhhhh, clever," he whispers breathily. His hips start to roll again, pressing downward. "We'll see which of us... is right." He leans forward again, his lips next to Vash's neck. "Both of us are... wearing these... now...." Another moan hums against his skin as he kisses it slowly. Then he breaks away and leans to the side, looking over the edge of the table-bed. He reaches a hand down. Snags the bottle that hadn't really gone anywhere.

With the lube in his hand he returns his attention to Vash's face and neck, lips travelling slowly and wetly along the skin, hot and gentle. "Mmmmmm," he hums. "Mmmmmhhhh.... perhaps... I should teach you.... patience."