[ There's an abrupt moan into Lupine's mouth, sharp and breathy as his hips are pulled down against Lupine's and he can't help the near-automatic response to follow that guidance and roll his hips down again. The nails against Lupine's scalp drag a bit more than he means to from the sensation, not nearly rough enough to draw blood but rougher than someone sitting in his 'master's' lap would think to. ]

[ At this closeness, Lupine can probably feel more than see how flushed Aster is on his cheeks to the tips of his ears and the back of his neck, but even with that fluster he seems to know exactly what he wants and goes for it, pressing his tongue into Lupine's mouth and pulling taste after taste of him that's sure to at least leave himself breathless at least. ]