Felih is panting, shuddering and moaning as he feels the mage's hips still slamming against his own, ramming his cock so deep into him. It's something he can't resist. something that has him trembling, hips bucking to try and meet his thrusts, feeling how the girth of him can hit both of his sweet spots at once. His cock keeps throbbing and jerking as it curves over his belly, spurting pre, and he vaguely realizes that the table is creaking from the force of the man's hips against his- but the intensity makes it hard to think much about anything beyond the shaft being drilled into him.

His cheeks are burning, and he whines and turns his head away, shutting his eyes and trying to avoid direct eye contact or admitting how much he's enjoying this. "I-It doesn't matter... aaahn! Nngh- s-so long as I- haaahn- fill up those spheres of yours....!" But the way his inner walls keep clenching around his cock make it rather clear. His slick folds are a mess of his own arousal, with hints of Azwel's previous orgasm dripping out of him now and then, but he wants it deeper, harder. This rare treat... to just have someone slamming into him so deep like this, over and over, like some toy...

Twelve, he could never admit how much he enjoys it.