Felih's tail is still arched up over his back, but now it wiggles and puffs a bit, as he purrs and laughs softly against his neck. "Of course," he murmurs. "You're adorable... Maybe I should fuck you senseless more often?"

He moves, lifting his head and settling down atop him after a quick shift, pressing his lips to Shiro's. It's a warm, heavy, deep kiss- but slow, relaxed, languid. He lets it linger, until they part to breathe, and he purrs more, his chest rumbling against Shiro's as he rests inside him, ignoring the occasional twitch of his shaft.

He feels much better than when he started- he's gotten a number of orgasms now, and if they had to stop, he'd at least be at ease for a day or two before he found himself wanting for more. But greedy and libidinous as his body was, he's still hot all over, skin flushed from the persisting arousal.