Lycaon would very much stop if it was pointed out. Right now, he expertly moves them up further on the bed and reaches over. He pulls out the lubricant from the bedside table and slicks his fingers. He grinds back against that teasing before he breaks the kiss.

"Now, Master Kantera. I need to prepare you. Would you mind turning over for me? I will be quite careful with my claws, I assure you."