The audible reminder that what happens next is going to be watched does briefly cause G'raha's ears to droop, but before he can dwell on it enough to get nervous about the proceedings, he's shifted to be straddling Karmin's lap, held in place with a hand on his chin and a thumb between his lips. A shiver of desire courses through his whole body that he's absolutely powerless to stop, heat quick to rise to his cheeks. His eyes go hooded, and his slitted pupils start to widen toward circles in short order.

Follow my lead. Of course, though G'raha hadn't intended to do otherwise. The change of Karmin's voice has him shifting, just slightly, one hand curling against the breadth of a shoulder in order to help steady himself, tip of his tail swatting against a nearby pillow.

"Nnh," he manages with a faint shake of his head, unwilling to talk around the thumb in his mouth or dislodge it on his own. He does, however, let his tongue curl against that heated skin, the claw that accompanies it.