Woof woof

(this is t4t, but the word dick is used to refer to bottom growth)

okay, so what? You leave him alone the first few days but he tails you anyway. Eh, what else is a pup gonna do? It’s good for him to watch. Then came the scent marking, on your pillows, your clothes, everwhere….but sure, the boy’s just getting used to his scent after all. But fuck. When you come into your room and see that dumb mutt- the pup. rutting again your stuff in reckless abandon, you know you have to nip this problem in the bud.

So you sit. joints popping with age and back hard against a chair that’s been in your room for god knows how long. The pup immediately turns to you as a pathetic little pout “I was only“ “C’mere.” You command without waiting for the pout to settle. He reluctantly untangles unanhimself from between your bedsheets, precum still dribbling down his legs, and comes to straddle your thigh.

“Ah-“ He startles when you slouch back into the seat, spreading your legs a bit for comfort—you might as well not have any weight on you. “Get off.” You say in a lazy drawl, rolling your eyes when he starts to get up and easily stilling him with a hand on his waist.

“Get yourself off, pup.” You clarify “If you can rut into those pillows, surely you can get yourself off on my thigh?” The pup whines. you don’t care. and reluctantly, he starts to rock himself against your thigh in greedy little motions, squirming and squeezing his thighs around yours in a futile attempt to gain friction. “Please, sir..?” He coos and mewls and whimpers for help, but it’s to no avail as you simply continue watching him make a mess of your pants as the tries to find a release.

After a minute or two more of fumbling, he finally finds the spot, grinding down repeated in an increasingly frantic manner. his dick rubbing right across your thigh as his whines shift to the tiniest little gasp. Then hips jerk to a stop, his breath hitching as his eyes rolling back. His face goes and it’s clear his mind is numb, the only thing keeping him stable being the hand planted firmly on his waist.