[He is not fully cutting off Geto's airway but when Curtain lifts them like that the tail does constrict for a moment as heat rolls up Booker's hips and he pants simply from the fucking desire of it. The hand in Asura's hair moves to his shoulder so he can keep himself steady and he bites at his own lip, thrusting into the hand around him.]

Fuck...

[When the moment passes, his tail relaxes again, and Booker looks fully down into Asura's face, his slit dragon pupils now rounder than usual]

I'm saying... I didn't start this.

[But he is, apparently, in no way against continuing it, or even escalating it.

There is a brief moment of hesitation, but -- fuck it, why? What was he even nervous about? Pain? Repercussions? A breech of trust? If those things had ever actually mattered they were well past that now. He had his tail around the man's fucking neck.

So without a word he lowers himself onto Geto Suguru's cock, it's not something he has much experience with but he does have a lot of fearlessness, and after a brief reflexive tensing he's able to relax and put his weight into it, groaning a bit with some pain but it's not enough to make him stop.]