Lycaon finds it very hard to resist when Kantera sounds like that. The muffled moan of please. The way his body reacts to his every touch, the tightness of that throat wrapping around the tip of his cock. He growls low in his throat as his fingers finally pull out. He takes the lube and holds it out for Kantera to take.

"Now, Master. If you would be so kind as to slick me with this as well. Unless, of course, you wish to taste me before I enter you," Lycaon was teasing a little now. Seeing which Kantera yearned for more.