His heart is jack-hammering in his chest, threatening to leap up into his throat and strangle the air from him. He's nervous and excited all in one as he leans down to fold his hands under his cheek and rest his head, thighs apart and ass up. His cock throbs, bobbing softly as a bead of precum seeps out the tip from anticipation alone. His balls tighten at the first touch, belly lurching and hips rolling with the brush an oiled hand. He shudders, breath hitching and goosebumps spreading out down his back.

His tail twitches, lifting up and wrapping around the thick torso, looping up over a broad shoulder to round the slender end around his chest. His ass pushes out into the brush of oiled fingers over his entrance, angling so he has complete access.

"Yes, please, Mick. I want it." He's aching so badly for it. Whatever it ends up being. He's practically dizzy with need.