"Mmm." Damion hummed back to him. He was eating up the last threads of Pookie's restrain. "Very well. You come as you like, luvy. Let it out whenever you need to. He worked him with more friction, building a steady but not too fast pace as he had never tried this before. he was strong and agile, but this work called for organization of muscle groups he did not normally combine. He made do,  working the slippery bit of flesh skillfully. He had turned back around, depsite wanting to see Pookie's face. he could have sat in front of him, but his live bear recliner gave him his own luxurious pleasure.