"Sure feels like it," Max teases, pulling back enough that he can move his lips to speak. And then he laughs, a surprised but flattered sound. Succubus? Him?

Since he needs his mouth to answer that, he switches back to stroking, grazing a thumb affectionately over Pratt's head to spread the moisture around.

"Nah, I'm just a human who really, really loves to see people having a good time. Don't feel like you need to hold back with me." Before he gives Pratt a chance to protest, he slides his mouth right back down, this time with a determination to take Pratt in all the way to the back of his throat.