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Any sane man would be offended, aghast even, at such a gift should it be presented to them. An ignorant man would assume otherwise, remarking of a trusty hound or replying they had no canine to speak of. Clive, however, was no normal man by any stretch of the word. And with crimson washing over his face and shoulders, opened his mouth as a good boy would.
For he was a good boy.
Joshua was dazzled, eyes twinkling as his grin grew to that of a couleur’s, dangerous and terrible. Yet, the true danger was still to be seen. The depths this would go would be immense, shameful. And Clive would follow him to the end until no honor remained to his name. He was ripe for it.
“Do you want it?” Joshua teased, gloves hand squeezing the toy to produce a high pitched squeal. To Clive’s surprise, it reddened his ears and sent a chill down his spine. He gasped, riding the sensation until realization dawned his body was betraying him ten-fold, salivation abundant and jaw tensing in eager need. All the same, his eyes remained transfixed, unmoving from the toy as it remained in Joshua’s grasp.
His teeth ached.
Founder forgive him, there already was such little honor left. Should any other know, it would be certain social doomsday. A calamity beyond salvation. Why did the very prospect excite him so?
“Very good~” Joshua hummed, reaching with his free hand to wipe the spittle from Clive’s lips. “Ready?”
Clive would ever be ready, would be so even when not at the simple command—It's sound like music to his worn soul.
“Fetch!”