When he nods, I make my next move. I dip my snout under his chin and drag my tongue along his jawline, drawing a shaky, trembling yelp from him. With it, I clean away the tears wetting his coat ever so slowly, first on one side of his face, and then the other, and then ending with a slow, wet kiss to his nose. He went completely red in the face well before I had even gotten a third of the way done. And by the time I had finished, he was a whimpering, severely trembling mess of barely contained desire, wearing a tight, equally trembling smile with his pupils constricted to quivering pinpricks, all as he took sharp, shallow breaths through his nose. The only thing holding him together was, as usual, his wish to please me.