[ Wait, he says, and for a moment Trevor has to think and make sure that that's- right. a shooshing sort of wait, not a 'stop, this had got bad' sort of wait. But he does stop nonetheless, because- look, sometimes it feels right to do what you're told when shooshed. It's part of what makes this whole hands-behind-his-back nonsense appealing rather than just practical, the idea of someone else being in control.
He can feel his heart swelling with pride at being called good, even knough logically he knows he's done nothing to deserve it other than successfully have his trousers pulled down. ]
Am I a dog now?
[ He's laughing about the shooshing thing, but the warmth in his tone is unmistakable. As are the effects of everything so far. The trousers are out of the way before they became too uncomfortable, but not with a whole lot of time to spare. He's already well on the way to hardness. ]
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He can feel his heart swelling with pride at being called good, even knough logically he knows he's done nothing to deserve it other than successfully have his trousers pulled down. ]
Am I a dog now?
[ He's laughing about the shooshing thing, but the warmth in his tone is unmistakable. As are the effects of everything so far. The trousers are out of the way before they became too uncomfortable, but not with a whole lot of time to spare. He's already well on the way to hardness. ]