Vincent then feels that the muscular hand gently holds the canine's face before turning it to face the terrier. Mason leans in, his lips lightly pressing against his own as the two slowly make out.

Vincent let out a soft little whine as his face was turned, those eyes gazing up at him until- He exhaled softly, eyes closing as Mason took his lips. He parted them, letting Mason explore his maw with his tongue. Gosh… he was right- He’s pressing a bit now back against the Terrier.