"Awzel." Vash moans as his head rolls back and forth against the table. "Awzel." God, despite everything this felt so good. His mind fighting against himself to both hold on so something this good can keep going and to release as soon as possible for... some reason that had seemed important before. "I'm going too-erk!" He loses his words and his back arches as Azwel adds a bit more pressure by sucking. "Soon. I'm gonna... soon."