The device wants Azwel to push himself into the other man again. Stubbornly, he refuses, instead continuing to bob his head, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue thrusting. He gives another purring hum and carefully removes his hand from Vash's balls.

When his fingers curl around his own still-slick length, his moans get a little louder, a little more frequent. He braces himself against Vash's hip with his other hand, pumping his own cock in time with his bobbing head, an action that takes up so much concentration that he's able to not hear the buzzing for once, and that feels good enough to stop his arms twitching.