Azwel smiles, still breathless, eyes still lidded. He says nothing, gently drawing his tip along the underside of Vash's cock, all the way from the base to the tip. He slides it over Vash's balls, next, gentle against the sensitive skin. And then he presses it against that little stretch of skin

Eventually it reaches its destination and he pushes just the tip in. Then he pulls it back out, a purring sound in his throat. Again, he teases Vash's entrance, feeling its tightness. Unlike him, Vash hasn't done this eleven times in a row. And yet the device doesn't want him to stretch him first. It has him pushing further in, instead, his slick, almost dripping length easing in.