Setsun let his tongue slowly slip into the beastman's waiting lips, his tongue slowly running over the other male's before moving the explore the innermost regions of that hot, moist cavity. It was a strange kiss. The bullman's mouth was shaped so differently than his, tasted so different than his. Still, he pressed forward. In truth, he was intoxicated by it. The closer he got to the male, the more he found each individual difference beautiful, and intensely arrousing.<br/><br/>His anus clenched down on the finger as it circled inside him, feeling himself gradually open up to the beast's advances. There was no pain to it. No humiliation. He -wanted- this. And it made all the difference.