Breathless, moaning loudly into Felih's lips, Azwel shivers, feeling his climax start to build, running bright and fast down his spine to pool at the base, slowly growing. He eventually has to pull his lips away to breathe, his head dropping forward again, breath hot and forceful against Felih's skin. At the question he has to take a moment to answer. "Mmmh! I don't... see... why not...." he pants.

At that squeeze he gives another breathless cry and his spine shivers hard, causing him to thrust harder and faster. He'd made that bed-table pretty damn sturdy and yet it's creaking ever so slightly under the force of his movement. The sensor array whirls madly again, rattling, its crystals and lenses and mirrors flickering and describing circles of light as the thing spins too fast to see.

"Unless you'd... prefer... something... else?" Talking is difficult with how scrambled his brains are at the moment and how breathless he is, but if he didn't fill the air with words in one capacity or another, he simply wouldn't be Azwel.