Lost Creek Hollow are you worth your weight in gold? cause youre behind [m]y eyelids when i'm all alone

it's a tangle of limbs, a breath stolen and alamar smug once more. the roll does the job, and the petite canine is about to shove his muzzle back in jaime's face with yet another demand of take-backs when the rub from the movement makes him aware of... well, what's going on.
he looks down, awkward as it sounds, and the smirk fades into a mix of morbid curiosity, confusion and a sprinkle of... a feeling he didn't want to have towards jaime. it feels wrong in more ways than one, and new, different.
but he likes it more than he ought to. fuck it. the regrets would be for later, he shifts again. eyes shifting to look at jaime's face.