Kabru feels everything so powerfully distinctly, all the new textures and pains and softness against his body. Laios' breath, teeth, his familiar lips, the moment they grazed gently before sinking right into him, just a living blue steak. Not even human enough to be a good example of what a human tastes like. Even so, a roaring fire of sensation lights in Kabru. His hands clutch onto thick fur and feathers. He makes a pinched ecstatic laugh of pain, like it hurts so much but feels so good, and that laugh tapers off to whimpered gasping. He is crying and rock hard in one blow. The desire he has to be a part of Laios, to make Laios be a part of him, is overflowing in him. He'd let Laios eat every single bite and it would be the best thing that ever happened to him.

"How," he breathes. "How is it?"