Alivian whines as he's touched more, sweetly goaded. Fuck if it isn't having an affect, making him think things that are definitely... both sexy as well as questionably sexy for other people.

But when fingers brush along his mouth, he's suddenly in his element. His lips part at the touch, and he drags his slightly elongated tongue against those fingers, between two. He can't quite reach the gap between fingers, but it's closer than a human could; he still tries.

And as it is, he groans and licks those fingers like they've been touching somewhere tasty.

For now, he forgets about warning that he has a knot to contend with...

"More... touch..."

It feels... nice, to let himself get swept up in this. Still making eye contact through the mirrors.