His eyes are bright and blue, glasses sliding down his nose and he yips and noses at my cheek. His tongue slips out and licks my cheek, grinning a decidedly dog-like grin at me.
"Silly puppy," I murmur, hand snaking into his hair, twining a few strands around my fingers and he clambers into my lap, nuzzling my thighs. "Puppy just wants to snuggle today, doesn't he? Wants to just lay in my lap as I work?"
He nods enthusiastically, tongue flopping out and he slurps my cheek, making a quick face before he does it again, getting my face covered in a layer of spit.
I laugh, wiping it off onto my pants. "Well puppy that's what you get when you lick people with facial hair."
A whuff and he settles down in my lap, my legs spread just enough for him to rest his head on a thigh. I chuckle and pluck his glasses off, lying them down on a table. "There you go, pup, nice and comfy?"
He hmms and licks at my fingers, sucking them into his mouth before pulling off, burrowing his face into my leg.
"And you're gonna be a good boy when I work, aren't you?" I ask, running a hand down his back and he arches against my touch.
"Yes," he breathes, squirming in my lap.
"Good boy."
He hums, curled up in my lap and I start typing, continuing until a warm wet tongue starts gently lapping at my skin.
"That tickles."
He giggles and continues nosing about my armpit, still humming.
"Puppy. That tickles." My voice rises a bit as I squirm around on the couch.
He raises his head out of my armpit, a look of complete innocence on his face. "It does, Sir? Oops."
I swat his thigh gently. "Yes. It does."
"Sorry," he says, flopping his head down on my thigh and nosing at my zipper.
"No, you're not, puppy. Lying gets you a time-out, remember?" I caress his cushy ass firmly, grinning as he presses against my hand.
"I remember," he mumbles, still nosing at my zipper and I glance down.
"You gonna pull it down with your teeth, pup?"
He nods. "Gonna try."
"Good boy."
He takes my zipper in his teeth and yanks. And falls off, nearly tumbling off the couch before I catch him.
"Silly puppy yanked a little too hard didn't he?"
He blushes, his cheeks red and he ducks his head nodding and trying again, gently taking my zipper in his teeth and pulling.
"Mmm, puppy know what he wants, doesn't he? And puppy wants his Master's hard cock, I bet."
He pants, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he finishes pulling my zipper down and stares at me expectantly.
I grin at him. "What?" I coo. "Does puppy want his Master's cock? Does him, does him?"
He barks, grinning back.
