Shiro's just about ready to beg for more when his wishes are granted. Felih's mouth is just... It's like nothing he's ever felt before, absolutely stunning. The first push all the way down catches Shiro's breath hard in his chest and he chokes on a thoroughly embarrassing whine, legs trembling with the effort not to rock up into it. He lifts his hand onto his thigh before scraping his nails down his skin and curling his fingers into a fist. He doesn't want to scare Felih and this is a good feeling. Stars, a very good--

He shudders and moans, feeling more salty liquid spill over his mate's tongue. "Felih I... Keep that up and I d-don't - Mmngh - don't know. If I'm going to last long." Another heavy sucking drag along his cock breaks off an oath behind his teeth and pulls a little upward twitch from his hips in spite of himself.