It was the hum, not that he could hear the sensual sound but rather felt it against his lips, which set his blood racing. Up until now, this was a rather enjoyable job of recruitment but with the return of affection, this turned to pleasure. His heat rate picked up, the powerful muscle thumping against his ribs, hot blood pulsing through his veins. The way the young Neko was rubbing her breasts against him, she might even be able to feel the beat of his heart, rather than the music.<br/><br/>What she would be able to feel, was his growing arousal, as their hips pushed together in the grinding of mock lovemaking. The Satyr smiled against her lips, when she didn’t pull away from his exploring fingers and a low rumble of approval rolled in his throat, as he felt her tongue, probing his lips. Not breaking the kiss, his lips parted and his own tongue met hers. Nor were his fingers idle. Slipping the tips under the hem of her blouse, he caressed her skin, as his hands moved towards the small of her back.<br/><br/>There, the tight skirt she wore, had a small loop for her tail. His fingers found it and popped it’s button, loosening the skirt a little. Not enough to slip off her hips but enough but enough to wiggle his fingers under the edge of her skirt. Still grinding a growing hardon against the lovely little Neko, his hands slide down, cupping her rear in a strong, possessive grasp, holding her gyrating body tight against him.