The back and forth of conversation is easier to deal with. "I don't see any need to." His voice is surprisingly steady, but it feels like someone else is speaking. "You're still mine, aren't you?"
His eyes are fixed on Shinjirou's face, on the strained lines of his back, on the precome that drips down to stain the floor. Like this, it's easy to imagine it's some faceless burly man who's rocking Shinjirou back and forth, making his mouth hang open with needy moans.
Then Irvin barks, and the illusion is broken. The dog is having trouble moving now, his cock swollen so thick that he's restricted to tiny rocking motions, single-minded in his efforts to get himself deep into Shinjirou and release his seed, until Shinjirou is full and heavy with it and his.
Jade blinks, startled by his own thoughts. There he goes, personifying Irvin again - and what's worse, his own cock is painfully hard now, and it's all because of the scene in front of him.
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His eyes are fixed on Shinjirou's face, on the strained lines of his back, on the precome that drips down to stain the floor. Like this, it's easy to imagine it's some faceless burly man who's rocking Shinjirou back and forth, making his mouth hang open with needy moans.
Then Irvin barks, and the illusion is broken. The dog is having trouble moving now, his cock swollen so thick that he's restricted to tiny rocking motions, single-minded in his efforts to get himself deep into Shinjirou and release his seed, until Shinjirou is full and heavy with it and his.
Jade blinks, startled by his own thoughts. There he goes, personifying Irvin again - and what's worse, his own cock is painfully hard now, and it's all because of the scene in front of him.