Surprisingly it hurts worse when Irvin pops out of him than when the dog had forced his cock inside. Feeling the stretched-out opening twitch, he closes his eyes. With Irvin's weight no longer bearing down on him, it's gotten far easier to stay in the same position, so at least there's that. Still, he wishes he could hide in the shower. Irvin's seed runs out of him, down his perineum, his thighs.

Voice weak, he pushes his face into Irvin's fur when the dog licks at his throat once. "It's fine, Irvin, I'm fine. Well done." Jade's there, watching, listening. He tries to ignore that fact, doesn't face him -- but he's feeling hot and even if Jade may not be able to see the tips of his ears or cheeks glow bright red, the rest of his body and his wavering voice must tell him everything he needs to know.