Jon climbed down and walked over towards his toy box. It wasn’t until he was over halfway there that he realised he was instinctively walking on all fours. Not hands and knees, but hands and feet, and somehow felt comfortable doing so. Embracing it, he continued walking that way all the way over to the box, and when he got there he plunged his head into it, grabbing something with his teeth and pulling it out.
He dropped it on the floor so he could see what it was and jumped when it gave a squeak. Both boys laughed when they realised it was a long stuffed animal with a squeaker in the head. Grinning, Jon bit it again, tossing it around for a bit before scampering over to Damian and dropping it in his lap. Damian laughed and ruffled Jon’s hair before throwing the toy for him to fetch. Jon barked in delight and chased after it, bringing it back. Before he could drop it, Damian grabbed one end and tugged and they entered into a tugowar over the toy for a minute before Damian won. When he threw his arms up in victory, Jon pounced.
The two fell to the floor, rolling and giggling until Jon ended up on top. He straddled his owner and looked down panting. They stared deep into each other’s eyes, hearts racing. Then Damian reached up, pulling Jon’s head towards him. Jon didn’t resist and gently kissed him on the lips. The kiss was brief, but the second was longer. The third they held, their tongues darting out for a brief second. The fourth lasted even longer as they rolled once more and their tongues proved deeper. When they broke, they held their loving gaze as Damian slipped one hand inside Jon’s boxers, stroking his cock.
“I love you Jon,” whispered Damian “I love you oh so much.”
“I love you with all my heart master,” Jon whispered back, feeling completely submissive and being completely happy about it.
