That mouth is wickedly skilled! He loves it. Every part of his beloved is loved.

Zishu hums, kissing right back. Each time those wicked fingers tease his prostate though, he jerks and shudders, squirming impatiently. But not begging. Not yet.

He doesn't need to! He feels the moment his tails succeed and smirks before a long, low groan answers the much thicker, hotter penetration that makes him go still. He wraps his legs around his beloved's waist to hold him close as his body adjusts.