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..”

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.