[ the sound of his laugh rouses something within him. for a brief moment, he can't parse whether or not he's being laughed at-- but then he hears the warmth settle into his voice, and cloud's ears perk up, canine-like in nature. did i do something right for a change? he asks himself. there's a small swell of pride, brimmed with fondness. ]
...If you're s--
[ an absolutely shameful sound escapes him before he can finish. it's a whine more than anything, and a hand clasps over his mouth, trying to suppress the hitch of his breath. his hips are already starting to pivot and buck into his mouth. he hardens in real time.
he realizes, pitifully, that he's going to be very loud whether he likes it or not. ]
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...If you're s--
[ an absolutely shameful sound escapes him before he can finish. it's a whine more than anything, and a hand clasps over his mouth, trying to suppress the hitch of his breath. his hips are already starting to pivot and buck into his mouth. he hardens in real time.
he realizes, pitifully, that he's going to be very loud whether he likes it or not. ]