You manage to overcome your more primal urges to drop formalities and be mounted and rut, but the need to satisfy your sexual fascinations remains dominate. And your male friend he appears almost ready to blow. You don't want to leave too much of mess now do you? You figure you have a good idea how to reduce such waste.
Your male rodent friend winces in pleasure as he looks down upon you kneeling under his chest, a squeak of confusion escaping his panting maw. You nuzzle your snout against his furry stomach as your nose trails closer to his crouch, rubbing affectionately along his throbbing rodent shaft. The runoff of inpatient cream coated the tip of his pride paints upon your snout staining under your nostrils. His sexual musk drives you crazy as you start to gently lick his pride tasting the savory flavor of both his red meat and faint juices, light cream dribbling more and more the longer you bathe it.
The male squeals trying to say something only to come out as nothing but erotic gasps and cries, squeals prolonged and intensifying the moment you decide to take his girth and length pass your rodent lips careful not to hurt his precious rod with your incisors. You gnaw and suckle tenderly keeping the length close to either cheek while you bob and rock testing how much you take in your animal maw before you hit his sheath or start to gag. Your paws cup and grasp the base of his loins while massaging his furry sack heightening his rapture.
The male tries to speak again but clenches his law and shuts his eyes tight, his squealing rising before he cries out in ecstatic passion. Ropes of his precious heady cream erupt within your suckling muzzle at that same moment shocked at how much is flooding your mouth, gulping quickly so you don't start to suddenly choke. You do get to enjoy the taste of his potency shortly after though as his reminder dribbles onto your tongue, moaning pleasantly as your tongue cleans his pride; lips suckling any last remnants he can shoot before running dry.
"Ga~...holy shit..." the male mouse shudders nearly ready to topple over upon you from sexual fatigue. "That was...incredible. You...you certainly know what you were doing."
Maybe you do, or perhaps your sexual instincts fueled some actions you never consider trying before. Either way, you smile in glee to see your new male rodent friend being well serviced...and surprisingly still mentally intact. He did say he had gotta better at holding onto his memories and personality, didn't he?
"Th~thank you," he says recovering from his orgasm, beady eyes intimately looking back to yours as you sense a powerfully provocative intention stirring. "So...would you like me...help you out? I could...give you a hand...or tongue...if you like?"