At least they can be satisfied that the machinery has started turning again, that Azwel is growing heated again, swelling and throbbing. He continues his slow attentions, falling into desire. But this time his hands move down Vash's chest and middle, his lips following, hair sliding over his skin.

And when his hands and lips reach the other's cock, he slowly caresses and kisses it, hot and gentle, before taking it into his mouth, tongue tenderly stroking it.