The mint tingles on the skin, but not so much as to cause trouble when in contact with the sensitive skin. Still, it makes Shiro squirm a little and make a few incoherent noises that sound suspiciously like squeaks of chagrin. "Felih, I can do that myself! You don't have to-- Mnngh!" His tail fluffs and quivers as Felih rubs it over his entrance. "Stars..." he murmurs breathlessly. "Or you can do that. That's. That's fine."

It's becoming more and more obvious that he's never actually lain with anyone who's been trained in this sort of thing. Which means all of his couplings must have been more spontaneous. People-based, not transactions, which is just further confirmed by his concern over his mate as Felih does more and more work.

"Sweetheart... really. Just tell me what needs doing, you don't have to do this all yourself. I want to help you, not be waited on hand and foot." The moment he can, he reaches out for Felih and cuddles him close against his chest, nuzzling fluffy ears and kissing his crown.

And of course, Felih surprises him again. He jerks, biting back a moan, and ducks his head against Felih's temple. "Nnngh... How much do you need me to have, 'cause I've got it. Stars, kitten, every time I think you've drained me you find a way of opening it up again in the most lovely ways. What can I do for you? Tell me."