The praise sinks into him like few words do, and he comes with a final convulsion and a helpless, almost humiliating whine.
Yes. He can be good, just for him, just for a moment.
His arms go slack, the tension in his limbs leaching out of him with each little aftershock shiver.
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The praise sinks into him like few words do, and he comes with a final convulsion and a helpless, almost humiliating whine.
Yes. He can be good, just for him, just for a moment.
His arms go slack, the tension in his limbs leaching out of him with each little aftershock shiver.