His owner's noises told him he was doing it correctly, encouraging him on further and making his body react just to the pleasure he was doling out rather than receiving. That was something his body hadn't had trouble learning, his already high need to please and be approved of lending to the tasks placed to him. He continued as he could until his head was drawn away by the hand in his hair. While he had been getting into it, there wasn't much room for complaint or comment as his owner not only praised the voice he hardly used but started to lavish attention on him instead.

It was demanding and rough and just how Junior liked it, almost not enough, and several times he had to remind himself not to hold back the sounds anymore. He breathed rough and let the little noises come while he slouched forward against his owner, hands now resting on the other's hips loose and aimless, eyes rolling to go with the moans breaking free. Barely-formed words mixed into it all, pleas and begs hardly more than the pants and grunts amidst all of the attention. Please, more, more. Hngh. Please.