[ He does turn around and summons wings on his back before groaning at the massage. It doesn't take a lot to make him hard at the moment, alcohol still flooding too much of his brain as he leans forwards a bit. ]

I am supposed to be the one getting you excited. Not the other way around.

[ He presses back against him, grinding a little against the front of pants, though it feels a lot more pronounced when he barely has anything cover his own ass cheeks. ]

Should I try something else more your style, Aven?