Elian's growling had won him the upper hand anyways, though not the way he would of expected. The growl translated into the cat boy's throat constricting and stimulating Taro in ways he wasn't used to. The bully felt weak in the knees from the sudden surge of pleasure and stopped thrusting. "Wow...how you do that?" Taro asked. He was brought to the edge and almost came already. If Elian could press the advantage he might avoid taking it up the rear.