"Irvin, please." There's sharp teeth right beside his face. He's intimately aware of the danger Irvin poses, he's been bitten by a dog before, though he doesn't hold it against the animal. Shivering, he tries to nuzzle Irvin, to calm him down. Get him to at least stop thrusting. With his arousal ebbing away slowly, it only burns worse.

The phone crashes onto the floor eventually and he flinches, afraid for a second that he broke it. But no, it still works. Squeezing his eyes shut, he croaks out a yes? and bites back an embarrassed sob.