Once Zukata was down by Azra's feet he dragged his hand against the man's legs before pressing his hands under the other's knees, pushing his legs up and spreading them.
"You're hot kitty. I'm not going to just let you go just because I got a blow job. Nope." Zukata shakes his head softly as he grinds against Azra. "I wasn't to see that pretty face when I fuck you kitty."
Zukata tutted softly as he place one of Azra's legs on his shoulder to free a hand m, so he could move the arm Azra placed over his face. "None of that kitty."
"Because I said so." Zukata awnsers softly, a slight tease to his voice. His hips continued to grind against Azra's as the hand under the knee shifted to be on the man's thigh.
Azra takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly, doing his best to stay still, though he shifts slightly in mild discomfort. "It still feels weird-" He complains.
Azra shivers, "Strange and uncomfortable. . ." He grumbles, snickering softly as he pulls his face back. He slides both hands up Zukata's chest, taking another deep breath.
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