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Surprised by the no, he'd stopped his advances and pulled his muzzle away from her body. Eyes never left her form, however, observing her so that he might learn what he'd done wrong. Surely he'd acted incorrectly, his earlier thoughts beginning to take form within his mind again. For how long they'd held, he'd been left unaware, for his mind seemed to run blank as she'd crawled beneath him. "What are yo–" Never had he the opportunity to finish his question, a groan of his own doings having absorbed all formal words. It wasn't an entirely new feeling—given his near obsession with personal cleanliness, he'd started demanding that he'd be cleaned at a very young age—but when combined with his arousal, it seemed to take on a whole new feeling. He did not move, he didn't want to, the occasional huff or groan filling the air around him.