[It shouldn't be that much physically, but it certainly feels like it. Its rough, just a bit painful, but in a way that goes straight to his cock, another jolt of pleasure with every thrust Lupine does down his throat, with every tug of hair and against his ears, twitching and flicking under his fingers, soft velvet and warmth. Tail flicking behind him in excitement.]

[And he's talking, mix of pleasure and praise that just adds to the sensation of heat filling his mouth, the heat coiling in him so much faster. So much so a hand moves off his leg, between his own as he starts to grind against his palm through his pants, watching Lupine with dark, lidded eyes.]

[He doesn't stop. If anything, he does more, the moans loud even while muffled by his cock, the sound higher, as if trying to plea for more, swallowing each thrust down eagerly like it was the best drink in the world. His tongue rubs hard along the bottom, trying to flick under the head with each pull out before Lupine dives in again.]