The pounding in James's chest was still something to take in. Here he'd had a rotten day...and suddenly it was turning around! Maybe he WAS a good salesman! Maybe he'd worked too hard selling the van instead of himself. He was his product after all!
"That sounds just awful, Mr. Exterminator."
While he wasn't in any position to bite again, he was able to creep his hand up James's chest. Two ideas were battling in the vodka-soaked mire that was his brain: one was to slowly scratch James's chin and tell him he was a good boy. The other was to pinch his cheek. One was not nearly as sexy as the other but he just...his FACE! His dumb beet-red face! There was just something about his dopey innocence that made deciding what kind of weird possibly foreplay to act on difficult.
In a display of sheer willpower, he managed to swerve away from squeezing James's red cheek like some weird drunken overly affectionate aunt and instead gently dragged his blunt human nails down James's throat.
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The pounding in James's chest was still something to take in. Here he'd had a rotten day...and suddenly it was turning around! Maybe he WAS a good salesman! Maybe he'd worked too hard selling the van instead of himself. He was his product after all!
"That sounds just awful, Mr. Exterminator."
While he wasn't in any position to bite again, he was able to creep his hand up James's chest. Two ideas were battling in the vodka-soaked mire that was his brain: one was to slowly scratch James's chin and tell him he was a good boy. The other was to pinch his cheek. One was not nearly as sexy as the other but he just...his FACE! His dumb beet-red face! There was just something about his dopey innocence that made deciding what kind of weird possibly foreplay to act on difficult.
In a display of sheer willpower, he managed to swerve away from squeezing James's red cheek like some weird drunken overly affectionate aunt and instead gently dragged his blunt human nails down James's throat.
"You do a good job, y'know that?"