Seel had likewise lost himself to Swift and the wonderful things Swift was doing to him. They could have been anywhere and Seel wouldn't have remembered, cognizant of only Swift. He let himself indulge in Swift, the feeling of his petals pressing and moving against sikras as he thrust into him. He tried to spread his legs further open, shaking and shuddering at the feeling of Swift working inside him. He clawed at Swift, letting out sounds both loud and soft. He would have moaned his name, pleaded, but he was far past that point.