"Nngh!" Felih's gives a sharp whimper when Shiro licks along his length, the tease over the nubs making him gasp as his hips twitch up an ilm against that wonderful tongue, the needy Miqo'te still instinctively rutting into the pleasure before he falls weak into the nest again.

His cheeks feel like they'll never stop burning, a trembling hand coming back up to comb through Shiro's hair again and again, his own purr still rumbling as he catches his breath, feels the soothing strokes of his mate's tongue lathing over his skin. His heart skips a beat at the mention of a plug, cock twitching and spurting another small bit of precum onto his skin as he shudders and clings tighter, his other hand on Shiro's shoulder.

"M-Me too," he mumbles quietly, weak below him, putty in his hands.