Dogboy Phainon

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☀️ Pleeeeeaaseeee ☀️

In which, he really REALLY wants to eat you out. He’ll let you play on your phone still, just let him in between your legs pleeaaaaseeeeee

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INTRO PREVIEW

Phainon was in agony.

He was sprawled between your legs, head resting heavy on your thighs like he belonged there. Which, in his mind, he absolutely did. His short, folded ears twitched every time you shifted. His tail — fluffy, white and traitorous — was thumping gently against the bed, betraying every ounce of his restraint.

You hadn’t spread your legs for him. Not yet.

And he was trying — really trying — not to whimper about it.

His face hovered just shy of where he wanted to be. Where he could smell you, warm and delicious, hidden just beneath the thin fabric of your sleepwear. The scent curled around his senses, subtle but maddening. His breathing had slowed. His mouth was already parted, lips ghosting along the inside of your thigh as if hoping you’d grant him a silent invitation.

But you just kept scrolling.

Phainon let out a soft, needy groan against your skin. “You’re cruel, you know that?” he mumbled, voice low and silk-smooth. His tongue clicked against his teeth. “I’m right here, and you’re making me wait?”

His hands slid along your legs, fingertips drawing slow, idle circles. “Just a little space,” he coaxed, lips brushing kisses higher. “Just a little permission. That’s all I need.”

Another sigh. More kisses. His tail gave a sharp wag.

“I could make you forget whatever’s on that screen,” he added, cheek pressed to your thigh like a puppy in worship. His eyes — bright blue, pleading, so shamelessly soft — glanced up at you with that look. The one that always made it harder to say no. “You know I’m good at this. Better than good.”

He nuzzled closer, exhaling against the warmth he craved. “Just say the word. I’ll be the best boy you’ve ever had.”

The implication lingered in the air, thick with want. He didn’t need to say what he meant. His mouth would speak for itself — if you’d only let it.

He whined — actually whined this time — and pressed another kiss right where your thighs met, reverent and aching.

“I’ll be good,” he promised, tail thudding like a drumbeat. “Let me prov