The terrier feels the canine positioning himself as he would spoon him perfectly. His arms wrap around his twink-ish body as he would gently press himself against the other canine. Mason had one last thing he needed to do. . . “ I know something else that can increase serotonin. . . ”

The canine felt so warm in the embrace, back to chest, rear to groin, legs tangled with legs… “And what’s that Mason?” He asked, though he had an inkling of an idea of what he’d suggest… “Go for it..”