[It's a relief, almost, that the new position renders Archer unable to look up until his work is done, because where just putting a boot on his shoulder hadn't done much but look good in a performative show of dominance, bearing witness to the escalation is —
It's —
Anyone, really, would be affected by something like it. Certainly with the way Archer makes a show of it, laving his tongue over the leather in such an utterly compromised position, going about his task in a way that can't help but produce the faintest of noises, wet on wet. He forgets to breathe at some point, and only notices it when his lungs start to burn, and he has to rush to compose himself just before Archer looks up at him, expectant.
Well. It's his turn to bring it home, then, isn't it?]
That's a good boy.
[The remark comes easy, velvet, modulated; a clever ear could probably surmise that he's a pet owner himself, with the way he reaches down easily and pets his fingers through Archer's hair precisely the way he might if he were rewarding a faithful hound — and sure enough, Judgmental John begins hooting and cackling, finally appeased in his aims.]
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It's —
Anyone, really, would be affected by something like it. Certainly with the way Archer makes a show of it, laving his tongue over the leather in such an utterly compromised position, going about his task in a way that can't help but produce the faintest of noises, wet on wet. He forgets to breathe at some point, and only notices it when his lungs start to burn, and he has to rush to compose himself just before Archer looks up at him, expectant.
Well. It's his turn to bring it home, then, isn't it?]
That's a good boy.
[The remark comes easy, velvet, modulated; a clever ear could probably surmise that he's a pet owner himself, with the way he reaches down easily and pets his fingers through Archer's hair precisely the way he might if he were rewarding a faithful hound — and sure enough, Judgmental John begins hooting and cackling, finally appeased in his aims.]