⬢⬡⬢GLUTTONY RING⬢⬡⬢

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Everyone deserves a fun night out - why not try out one of those hellhound parties that Loona's friend Tex talked about?

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[mansbestend]

[Despite his fur styling and new hygiene practices with his new body, the old rule of physical contact still held true: A touch outside your own was always infinitely more electric. The touch to his ears sent tingles down his back.

Her voice was music in his ears. The nuzzle and scritches had him expend every ounce of restraint to keep his leg from kicking. Oh shit oh shit oh fuck oh shit oh fuck]

Well, y'know... I give what I get...

[And since he was given such a wonderful touch, his hands would roam. Though bound to some degree, it wouldn't stop him from grasping locked hands, his one free one moving down along her ribs, her hips. He canted his head slightly to reciprocate the nuzzle, intoxicate himself with every ounce of sensation he could manage.]

[grointothebust]

Really~?

(There's intrigue in Sandy's voice. Curious as she is, the hellhound savors this moment a little longer, her body following his magnetic touch. She leaned against him, a finger softly directing his attention to her.)

So what happens when I give you one of these?

(She knowingly looks into his eyes, guiding his movements with her finger, guiding his lips towards hers. A press of her lips, a soft exhalation through her nose, her eyes briefly looking into his before she finally closes them...Sandy's playing the role of mischief maker, but even she's getting into the moment right now, letting it all fade away in favor of this moment with a cute hound she just met.)

[mansbestend]

[Forgive him, as he was about to ask what it was he was being given, even while his snout was redirected. But he has the smallest flinch when his lips are touched, a product of... too many times where things just like this went wrong.

...

But... but nothing happened. His tongue was intact, slack in his mouth. He still tasted so many treats he'd had and the swirl of that strange concoction of Ozzie's. His fur felt a strange tingling as his hackles rose, his tail coming undone in a slowly-building frizz.

"I give what I get." That's what he'd said, right?

So for once in his life, he would accept this mercifully harmless green flag and... hope like Hell he knew what he was doing as he would reciprocate with a touch of his own, a wordless expression of a thrill and an immense relief all at once.]