Ric gasped; Arkain's smooth tongue covering his face in an instant. Sticky sounds squished softly in his ears, his wet lips sliding awkwardly down the circumference of his face, meeting slight resistance that could only be compared to putting on a tight, plastic glove.  Steaming saliva dripped and swished all around him, wetting his fur and soaking into his skin.  Arkain's tongue began to slide up and down his face despite his vain squirming, lathering him up and gulping down his taste.  Ric wanted to say something but was afraid of drinking in the thick liquid that drenched him.  Instead, he held his breath and cautiously inhaled when he slithered further down Arkain's throat.