As it turns out, Lahabrea does not have a cloaca. His ass it will have to be, though he makes no objection to his leg being moved. Nor, for that matter, does he seem to have any particular complaint about the feeling of Byleth's cock sliding between his legs. Quite the opposite in fact, given that he shifts on his own to make the positioning easier for Byleth to reach the opening he's seeking.

Still, he catches the prompt in that gaze, and though he, too, tends to prefer to be in control just at the moment he is willing enough to see how matters play out should he leave control in Byleth's hands. If nothing else it cannot be worse than anything that had come of Athena's desire, and it will assuage the heat running through his vein as surely as anything else.

There's a nod, in answer to the gaze, and a moment later Lahabrea speaks.

"You may."