Irvin's cock is poking out of its sheath, deep red against the tans and creams of his fur. A low noise rumbles through his chest as Shinjirou's hand closes around the cock, but he doesn't entirely settle down. He licks Shinjirou on the cheek again, quick and tense, his ears pinned back and tail lowered.

At least he's stopped trying to push Shinjirou onto all fours.