He's doing a very good job of it, nearly filling this second one in one go. It glows brightly, little purple arcs dancing over it and around its housing.

All of this goes unnoticed by Azwel, as he has lost his words, lost his thoughts, lost all sense of anything other than himself and Felih. He pants and growls, sweat dripping, now, his spine curving even further, leaving him burying his face against Felih's shoulder. For an eternity of a moment his sight whites out and then his climax slams into him, pulling a loud cry from him. His hips buck incoherently and his cock pulses, pumping more seed into Felih, thick and hot and forceful, as strangled sounds escape him. He pants heavily, shivering, but doesn't stop. Oh, gods, no, it feels too good to stop....