[He'd been half-expecting it, really, but he's more than happy to be proven wrong in this case. Even moreso once they get started and don't...stop. In a way, it's overwhelming, and he frequently loses track of his grip on Rover's hair or the idea of keeping his hips braced to stop himself from bucking deeper into their mouth. He doesn't keep track of how long it takes, or the odd, too smooth texture of their tongue, either. Just grits his teeth to try and bite back the noises he wants to make while otherwise lying back and letting himself enjoy it.
That he does just fine, and he breathes out a laugh when he hears their voice again. What a bastard. He shifts his other arm, which he'd used to drape across his face, and gives them a dazed, crooked smile.]
C'mere and kiss me. [He can rate their performance once that's taken care of.]
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That he does just fine, and he breathes out a laugh when he hears their voice again. What a bastard. He shifts his other arm, which he'd used to drape across his face, and gives them a dazed, crooked smile.]
C'mere and kiss me. [He can rate their performance once that's taken care of.]