At first, the strength of Irvin's thrusts knocks the air out of his lungs and he struggles to find a rhythm in his movements. Over time, he learns to take deep, controlled breaths and to let his body be swayed by Irvin's weight pushing him forward. The constant friction, the harsh stretch of his muscles -- he leaks pre-come the moment he feels Irvin's knot begin to form, his own cock pressed flat against his stomach.

His toes and fingers curl, body so tense his feet rise off the floor, when wet heat suddenly fills him. It's disgusting how quick he reacts to it, his walls contracting around Irvin as if the knot wasn't enough to keep them tied together. His head falls back, eyes closed as he stains both his chest and the floor with come. There's no time to get to terms with the fact that a dog mated with him so successfully that he had an orgasm: the phone seems to be screaming into his ears, breaking the misty state of his mind.

"Fuck, no." Is he even allowed to take calls? He glances up, trying to see if the display shows the name of the caller or at least their number. Irvin's heavy where he rests on his back. How is he supposed to get to the phone like this, with a dog bearing down on him, a knot tying them together? Though if it's Jade, he'll have to respond, and would, without hesitation.