The young calico's blush deepened. It took him a moment to steal his thoughts, his body eager to move on. "This one..." he whimpered softly, holding back a moan as he was pressed into. "This one is yours..." unable to resist he rubbed back against the prodding mast. "...p-prit-teh N-na-ay-f-fu-t-tin." his words, as usual were soft, his impediment clearly a source of embarrassment. The neko's blush was vibrant and hand spread over his body, warming him.