Face flushed with his papa’s tongue down his throat as Snufkin learns how to kiss someone firsthand. The Joxter insisted this was vital knowledge, and who else but him can teach his dear son? A breathless “Wait…” coming out of Snufkin’s mouth as the Joxter eagerly continues tasting his son. He probably only stops when he’s pushed across the room, leaving Snufkin flustered and trying to catch his breath. (>///<)

















