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Luca was nervous. Beyond nervous.
Daddy had assured him multiple times that Sir was truly ok with this planned playdate, but…still. Luca knew just how possessive Sir was over Shane, and how possessive Shane was over Sir in turn. Really, was it necessary for them to have a playdate?
Luca looked down from his place on the bed at Daddy with a whine, right hand clenching and unclenching against the metal bar placed inside the mitt so that his fingers had something to wrap around in their leather confines.
Daddy was currently helping him get his other paw on, but he looked up at hearing Luca’s whine. People-words were already hard, his brain a mix of syrupy sweet honey and staticky shocking fritzes, but somehow Daddy knew what was on his mind anyway. “It’ll be just like we talked about, Lu. Roz told you what the rules were when handling Shane, and as long as you’re a good boy—like I know you are—then there won’t be any trouble.”
Luca swallowed down another whine and dipped his head, chin touching his collar bones and making the edge of his play collar a prominent sensation. It grounded him, to feel the warmed butter-soft leather and skin-hot tag pressing into the sensitive skin covering the bottom of his tongue where it was rooted in his mouth.
He tried to let himself float away and let Daddy manhandle him into the rest of his gear like a doll, but the pit of anxiety heavy in his stomach wouldn’t go away no matter what. It soured the sugary syrup-sweetness that pupspace usually had him falling into, where nothing mattered but following directions and his instincts.
Daddy’s hands were off of his body too soon, the bulldog leather chest harness that his leash was hooked to being the final piece of equipment put on him. Luca immediately missed the contact, his body automatically leaning to get the comforting touch back, only to freeze when Daddy clicked his tongue twice.
That meant ‘no.’
He whimpered in apology, lip caught between his teeth to keep the garbled babble banging against his teeth inside his mouth.
A tsk and a curt, “Open,” came from Daddy.
Luca obliged unthinkingly, and the familiar bone gag was locked in his mouth, his incisors settling comfortably in the grooves that have been dug in the silicone over time. Absent-mindedly he chewed, and those anxious people-thoughts felt a bit more runny, easier to slip down the drain and leave him just as a puppy.
“There we go. Just needed your bone to gnaw on, huh pup?” Daddy asked, voice a light coo as he ran calloused hands through Luca’s golden locks.
Luca nodded, still able to register the question but feeling as if he were hearing it through a thin layer of water. He chewed more, and let more of those anxieties slip away.
Daddy clipped on his leash to the front his harness where the D-ring sat between his pecs and whistled sharply—a command which Luca knew meant ‘heel’; it was one of the first ones he learned—and he crawled a step behind Daddy on his left.
Daddy always had the handle to the leash on his left wrist so that he wouldn’t unintentionally pull Luca. He said that he didn’t need his dominant hand to lead Luca because Luca was his perfect pup (a statement which made Luca puff out his chest and beam with pride), and so the lead was typically slack between him and Daddy because Luca wouldn’t ever dream of running away. He stayed as close as possible whilst still technically being behind Daddy, nearly bumping into Daddy’s hip with each advance.
Before he knew it, they were already at Sir’s room.
Luca swallowed, feeling himself get closer to the surface, to the fears, and settled on his haunches, paws neatly folded in front of him as the lead went taunt. He glanced up through his lashes, chewing more harshly on the bone in his mouth until it was squeaking between his teeth with each compress of his jaw.
Drool was already pooling at the corners of his mouth, and he could feel the droplets getting heavier with each chew as excess saliva was pushed towards the only exit points. It was only a matter of time before it started dripping down to his neck and chest, and Daddy would tease him for being a messy puppy–
Daddy clicked his tongue once—’go’—and Luca hurried to roll onto his hands and knees so that he could crawl and follow.
Luca could see Sir already in the room, sitting on the leather couch (“For easy cleanup,” Ilya had explained with a smirk when Luca first saw the room, “because my Shanya can be quite messy.”) with his legs spread lazily.
Shane knelt between them on the plush carpet.
He didn’t look nervous, sitting pretty with his eyes closed as Sir half-heartedly pet him.
Luca felt a spike of ugly envy at how at-ease the other man was.
“Ah, Shanya, your friend has arrived. Why don’t you give him some puppy kisses as greetings, yes?” Ilya teased, unthreading long fingers from dark hair. Shane huffed, shooting an unimpressed look at the other man, who chuckled in response. "Нет. Щенок, подчиняться,( No. Puppy, obey,)" came harsh Russian, Ilya’s leg striking viper-quick to kick Shane towards him.
Luca jerked back to avoid being head-butted by Shane, and looked up at Daddy with wide, worried eyes.
Did he really have to?
Daddy was no help. He just laughed alongside Sir, and watched them both with bemused eyes.
Shane righted himself with a bit-back growl, giving Sir a bratty scowl over his shoulder. And then he turned back to Luca.
Reluctantly—so obviously, painfully, reluctantly—Shane leaned forward, resting his weight on his hands so that he could flick his tongue out, just barely pressing against Luca’s bone-gag (which was wet with saliva and probably disgusting for Shane, a thought that made Luca blush bright red).
Based on the noise Ilya made behind them, this was not a satisfactory “puppy kiss.” There was a light puff of breath against his face before Shane was leaning in again, laving his tongue more thoroughly against the silicone bone in his mouth—and oh god he was swallowing Luca’s drool, Luca could see it with the bob of Shane’s adam’s apple—before Shane sat back and shot a look towards Sir.
Sir was rolling his eyes, but beckoned Shane back towards him with a jerk of his chin, and Luca wasn’t able to follow the other man’s meager path back because Daddy was pulling lightly on the lead to get his attention. “You ready to give your bone up, pup?” Daddy asked, fingers already going to fiddle with the buckle at the back of his head.
Luca allowed himself to chew on it while he rolled the question over in his head, shooting a look over towards Shane and Ilya before hesitantly nodding.
There were only a few strings of saliva that had managed to make it down his neck thankfully, already tacky-and-drying, and Luca opened his jaw slightly wider to allow Daddy to take his bone away. His tongue flicked out to clean up his lips instinctually.
“Arf?” Luca shyly voiced, cocking his head to the side and looking up at Daddy. He didn’t fully feel like a puppy yet, but acting like a proper puppy made it easier to become one.
Daddy laughed, and nodded his head forward, “Go on, puppy, show Shane how a real puppy greets.” Luca swallowed, hesitantly crawling the handful of feet towards the mentioned man.
He felt that nice, hazy fog rolling into his mind with each advance of his paws, and his tongue lolled out onto his bottom lip. He allowed the wet muscle to barely brush against Shane’s cheek, the neutral taste of skin and slight tang of skincare products driving him to press closer and lick at Shane more insistently a few times.
Shane’s cheek glistened with his saliva, but Luca didn’t pay any mind to it, instead looking back towards Daddy for approval. “That a’ boy,” Daddy murmured, hand gesturing for Luca to return to heel. “We have some toys for you two to play with, would you like that? We have a rope for tug-of-war, and a ball for fetch, right Roz? Does your spoiled little boy have any preference?”
Though he still understood the words, he didn’t really pay them any mind, hips swaying from side to side to wag his tail as he focused more at the idea of play.
He waited as Daddy and Sir decided what toy they were going to play with, and from a bin next to the couch a strong braided rope toy came out. Luca bounded over towards the rope toy, only to be forced back by the lead still attached to his harness. Luca whined as Daddy laughed and moved to unclip the harness and then sit in an armchair across from Sir.
Once it was unclipped and he was given a nod from Daddy, Luca scrambled to take one end of the rope in his mouth, the other already having been coaxed into Shane’s. Luca eagerly took the other end, eyes meeting Shane’s chocolate brown ones in question before he allowed himself to tug, lightly and testing at first before he put more strength behind it when he met resistance from Shane.
Luca had no clue how long they spent playing, and his jaw ached lightly, but it wasn’t something that really registered past the peripherals of his senses. Sometimes Shane would get the rope when Luca had a brief moment of exhaustion, while other times Luca was able to utilize his strength and body weight enough that Shane had no choice but to yield. Each time Luca got the rope successfully, he locked his teeth into the fiber and turned towards Daddy for pets and sweet words. The fog was thicker, and he didn’t truly register a lot of the words past “good boy” and “good job pup,” but the timbre of Daddy’s voice washed over him and made everything feel lighter, sweeter.
Once he finished getting praised, he would turn back towards Shane to continue the game.
At first, Shane wasn’t very eager to play with Luca, and if it weren’t for the principle of losing, Luca was sure that Shane wouldn’t even really try in their game of tug-of-war. But eventually, Shane seemed to soften and lean more into this mindless contest of strength, turning timidly to show off his win, then padding over to Sir to present his saliva-soaked prize, and finally gaining more enthusiasm and giving it to Sir, who always tossed it back in the middle of them after a few pats and praises, forcing both pups to scramble to get it.
By the end of the game, both Luca and Shane were exhausted and panting, bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. It smelled so good to Luca (really, Daddy’s sweaty musk was the best, but Shane had a nice scent too, like evergreens in the winter—probably from the body wash Sir used on him).
Luca allowed his body to collapse and curl up next to Daddy’s feet as Shane went back to his Sir to mirror his actions. Gentle, calloused fingers scratched at his sweat-darkened fur, and he craned his neck to get more of those sweet scritches. Daddy knew just how to do it, and Luca’s eyes were fluttering shut as a sigh of contentment escaped his lips.
Time was lost to Luca, who luxuriated in the gentle attention. It almost felt like he was drifting off to a nap when that magical word—play—caught his attention again. He perked up, looking up at Daddy, frowning when he saw no rope or ball being offered.
“Aw, not that type of play, baby. We’re gonna see if you can be a stud puppy, remember?” Daddy smiled, gesturing over to where Shane was on all fours, tail pulled out and hole gaping wetly with whatever leftover lube was left inside of him. Immediately, a flush ran down his chest to his rapidly chubbing dick, and Luca felt himself hardening so fast that it was nearly painful. “Go on, Lu, go take a sniff like a good doggie.”
Luca needed no more prompting, his now half-hard cock swinging below his tummy as he hastened over. Shane still had that winter-evergreen scent, as well as the odd neutral smell of silicone lube near his core. Luca didn’t really think, tongue already out of his mouth as he tried to lap up any traces of sweat and musk. His nose scrunched lightly at the weird not-taste and thicker texture from the lube.
A glance backwards towards Daddy yielded the permission that Luca needed to continue, and he let spit gather in his mouth and thicken on his tongue, eyes going half-lidded and then fluttering shut as he lapped at Shane’s hole, the mixture of drool and lube wetting his lips, chin, and cheeks. Luca got lost in the rhythms of licking broad strikes at the loosened muscle, dipping his tongue in teasingly and tracing around the rim, and piercing his tongue and pressing against hot, soft walls so that he could get as much of that musky taste on his tongue as possible.
Luca could see Sir squatting in front of Shane when he finally blinked his eyes open, hand wrapped dangerously above his collar and pressing into his jaw, forcing Shane to keep eye contact as he said something Luca couldn’t quite make out.
It didn’t matter, really. He was a stud puppy and he needed to pay attention to getting his bitch ready, not whatever people-words were coming from Sir.
The sharper awareness of his surroundings unfortunately brought Luca back to becoming aware of the big, growing problem swaying heavily between his legs, and he knew without a doubt that his cock was dripping pre- from the arousal that had flooded his veins. He whined, the noise vibrating through to Shane and punching out a small moan from the other pup as he ground his ass against Luca’s face in search of more stimulation.
Luca didn’t want to disappoint Shane, but he was really hard, so hard that it hurt! He wasn’t sure how to position himself so that he could maybe get some friction on his weeping cock, and when he tried shifting his knees wider so that he could lower hips, two sharp clicks made him freeze and get back on all fours properly.
It was too late, though, and Daddy meanly yanked him from Shane with a rough hand twisted in his hair. He yipped, trying to communicate to Daddy just how sorry he was for being a slutty puppy, but Daddy either didn’t listen or didn’t care. A leather shoe pressed against his hard length, pressing it down away from his body—not the way it wanted to go!—and grinding it into the carpet with the ball of his foot.
It hurt.
It hurt so bad.
Luca had to fight his instinct to close his legs in search of respite, instead forcing his body so that his paws were behind his back and his chest and hips were presented for Daddy to do what he wanted to. He was Daddy’s puppy, and Daddy could do whatever he wanted to Luca.
His cock was still hard and leaking even as tears raced down his cheeks. Daddy continued to step on it, only given momentary reprieve when the weight lifted and his abused cock sprung back up, still hard and kealing. Daddy pushed it aside with the toe of his shoe and aimed a soft kick at his balls.
Luca howled in pain.
Snot started running from his nose. His face was a red, blotchy, tear-stained mess.
And yet, he locked his muscles and kept in this presentation pose, gratefully taking whatever punishment Daddy thought appropriate for his naughty cock and balls.
When Daddy finally removed his foot, Luca allowed himself to sniffle only for a moment before leaning down and giving the Daddy’s shoe a puppy kiss to show his gratitude.
He was such a lucky pup that Daddy had the patience to discipline him, and good puppies said thank you when they were taught new lessons. Daddy shifted his foot, and Luca withdrew, only to be faced with the bottom of the shoe, which was wet with his pre-.
It was clear what he was expected to do, and so Luca cleaned up his mess like a good dog. The salty tang of his pre- and the earthy taste of dirt from outside burst on his tongue, competing to be noticed. While it wasn’t a pleasant taste, Luca was still a well-disciplined pup.
Only once he was certain the job was done did Luca draw away, receiving a brief head pat from Daddy before his lead was clipped back onto the front of his harness and he was led back to Shane, who was still presenting his hole, now wet and shining with remnants of Luca and something else (more lube, probably).
Something dark and possessive inside him growled at the sight, flaring to life at seeing Shane marked like that by him.
He wanted to mark up Shane more, show Daddy that he was the top dog between the two of them—
A slap to his face before his jaw was harshly grabbed pulled his focus away from the sight, and Daddy was talking. To him.
Luca had to push through the layers of heavy molasses that the pleasant fog had condensed into, catching, “-not to think with your pathetic puppy cock. You’re here to be a stud, to make some nice puppies for Roz and I to sell; you don’t need to actually cum in Shane for that to happen. Behave.”
The last word was sharp and chiding, and Luca bowed his head in shame, a soft whimper stuck in his throat.
There was no consoling head pat, just the single sharp whistle as Daddy led him back over to Shane.
His tail was aptly tucked between his legs; really, Luca felt like cowering for disappointing his Daddy so. He didn’t mean to!
“Now you’re going to mount Shane. Do you know how to do that Lu, or are you too stupid from thinking with your naughty cock?” Daddy asked meanly, tugging on the leash when he didn’t answer immediately.
In answer, Luca crawled forward, moving to put his paws on Shane’s hips before thinking better of it and shifting so that he was just hovering over the other man—who was actually hitched down to the floor with a short chain connecting his collar to a ring in the floor, forcing his back into a perfect presentation arch.
His cock was brushing up against Shane’s taint, and Luca tried to shift his hips so that his cock would hopefully catch on the loose ring of muscle.
All it managed to do was smear salty pre- in Shane’s crease, and a distressed whine bubbled up, his eyes turning to look for Daddy instinctually. Daddy would help. He always helped Luca be good.
“Sorry, Roz, should have known my pup was too young and dumb to be a proper stud without help, no matter how much you loosened Shane to give him a big target,” Daddy said, not even addressing him. There was a rush of humiliation and resulting arousal that bloomed low in his belly at being talked about like that, and his cock twitched and splurged another stream of pre- on Shane.
Daddy’s hand twisted between Luca’s and Shane’s bodies, grasping the base of his cock and notching it in the slightly gaping hole. Luca moaned at feeling the head of his cock pop into the tight, warm heat of Shane, and immediately his hips began trying to move to fuck further in-
"Нет!( No!)"came the sharp command from Sir, and Luca yelped, pulling his body away and scrambling back away from Shane.
Oh god, he knew that this was a bad idea, Ilya was always so possessive over Shane, why did Cliff think that this was a good idea—
Tears were welling up in his eyes (not the good kind) and he desperately searched for his Daddy to make it better. He pulled the lead taunt in his flailing, and Daddy was there! Luca followed the line of leather to Daddy, to safety, cowering next to his legs in a poor attempt to hide from Ilya.
There was a rough swear somewhere above him, but Luca couldn’t locate where it came from with the fear burbling up inside him and the blood rushing in his ears.
A hand immediately found his hair, running and scratching soothingly through it, and then there was a command, “Open.” He followed, and his silicone bone gag was shoved between his teeth. He could feel the strap pulling it tight against his cheeks and the rest of his head locking it in place, and another command: “Chew.”
It was second nature to obey.
Eventually, his heart dropped away from where it felt like it was lodged in his throat, and he blinked the remaining tears away, looking up at Daddy blearily.
“Back with us, puppy?” Daddy asked, and Luca offered what bark he could with his mouth gagged as it was. “You just got ahead of yourself, baby. You don’t breed til Sir or I give the command. Do you want to go apologize and try again, or should we lock away your cock just like Shane, ‘cause you’re meant to just be tied down and take it like a lil’ breeding bitch?”
Daddy unclipped the lead from Luca, allowing him to decide. He chewed his bone thoughtfully before hesitantly moving to crawl over to where Ilya was standing next to Shane, concern flickering in his eyes briefly before the emotion shuttered away. Luca didn’t continue looking for it, instead kneeling and pressing his forehead to Sir’s feet in prostration to apologize.
“Is ok, Marly told me he had stupid stud puppy. I should have expected you would be so excited to feel my Shanya’s cunt,” Sir offered, which was as much an ‘apology accepted’ as Luca supposed he would get from the man.
Luca crawled back over to Shane, ready to mount, only for no command to come. Instead, Daddy said, “You’ve got to get your bitch ready again, baby. The lube Sir used dried, so go on and fix your mistake. Go on, now.”
It took a few moments for Luca to figure out how to do that, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Shane’s ass like a puzzle he was supposed to solve, before the lightbulb went off. Puppies didn’t have lube, but that didn’t matter because he had his puppy slobber. The only problem was that he still had his bone, and he couldn’t take it off without Daddy’s help—
His eyes shot back to Daddy, tongue trying to escape past from where the bone was trapped between his teeth, and Daddy grinned with a fond, “Attaboy.” The bone was once again taken, and Luca didn’t allow himself to hesitate again, dipping his tongue eagerly into Shane’s hole and letting his saliva drip down into the slightly-gaping muscle.
It was so easy to get lost in the task, and Shane was quivering and moaning in front of him, hips pressed against his face and nearly suffocating him as the other pup tried to ride his face. Luca only stopped when his cheeks and chin were entirely tacky with his own spit.
He lifted his head, resolutely waiting for the command to mount again. It was given, this time by Sir, who added above his head, “Your puppy learns so fast!” to Daddy. He moved to blanket his larger frame over Shane’s, whining for help to get his cock into Shane’s hot cunt again.
A hand wrapped around it and his head popped in. Luca’s eyes rolled back at the tight, clenching wetness. All his muscles tensed as he desperately kept position, waiting for this new command before he could begin breeding, but it was so hard and the tightness was so alluring—
“Breed!”
—there it is! He eagerly thrust forward, a ragged moan being pulled from the depths of his chest as he entered Shane fully, and oh god, his balls were drawing up, Luca could feel them—
Luca drew his hips back, cock still left half in, before he sheathed himself into Shane with a yelp once more before his tongue lolled out of his mouth and he could feel himself cumming inside of Shane, marking his bitch—
“Aw, poor baby. Such a quick shot,” Daddy’s voice was murmuring, a hand wrapped around his neck and forcing Luca to look at him once his eyes focused. “Maybe we really should lock away your pathetic puppy cock and make you a breeding bitch like our friend over there. A good stud satisfies their bitch, Lu.”
The tone was so sweet and condescending, and Luca felt something pop in his chest, the last of something draining away, being instead replaced by his tears. They fell from his eyes for reasons he couldn’t articulate, but it was okay because Luca knew that Daddy would always guide him and do what was best.
“C’mon, pup, I want you to clean up your mess before Roz and I show you how to really breed a bitch properly,” Daddy said, and Luca knew the command ‘clean’! Even if the other words were too big for him to track, he understood that and scrambled to follow.
He pushed his face back in between Shane’s cheeks, lapping up the cum that he spilled in Sir’s bitch like a good dog. Shane writhed underneath him, muscles contracting as he was overrun with pleasure and helping to push Luca’s cum closer to his tongue, and his caged little nub was leaking as Luca sucked out the last bits of his mess.
Daddy whistled, and Luca pulled back, swallowing the last mouthful of cum and saliva that was pulled at the back of his tongue. “Sir is going to unclip Shane from the floor, pup. When he does, you’re gonna crawl down underneath, and get a real, up-close look at how to properly breed a bitch while I breed your sweet little hole.”
Those…were a lot of words, and Luca looked at Daddy with a frown and furrowed brow. Daddy sighed, but he was smiling as he shook his head, so Luca must have just been being endearingly-stupid, not naughty-stupid. He let himself smile up at Daddy, and waited for more clear instructions.
Daddy guided him to lie down on the floor, and Shane was ordered to kneel over him, front paws clipped together and held close to his chest, his hole still winking and wet.
But it filled Luca with pride to see that there were no traces of his mess.
He didn’t quite understand what was going on, and Shane’s caged little cock and balls were hanging so close to Luca…
It was unfairly alluring, and he looked for Daddy to get permission to occupy his mouth, only to meet Sir’s cold blue eyes as Sir knelt right behind Shane above him. “Go on, Luca,” Sir sighed, and Luca yipped happily before sucking in one of Shane’s balls into his mouth, massaging and playing with it using his tongue.
Above him, Sir’s cock—bigger than Luca’s—was wet with lube and Sir fucked into Shane with a quick thrust. A high-pitched moan was punched from the pup above at the harsh action, and Luca was nearly mesmerized at watching Sir’s swollen cock spread Shane’s hole thin, the skin going pale with how much it had to stretch to accommodate the length stretching it.
It was a distracting sight, but not enough for him not to notice his tail being pulled from his body—wait what? puppies needed tails!—before being replaced by Daddy’s cock.
It burned, the lube barely enough to keep him from tearing, but he could feel his cock hardening again as the pain melted into pleasure. His hips were being hefted up so that the angle was better, and he was suddenly balancing his weight on his upper back.
Daddy’s hand was on his cock, which was fully hard again (when did that happen?). He flicked at the head and pinched at the frenulum, slapping it this way and that. The sparks of pain lit up a path along his spine, drawing out yips and moans of pain-pleasure.
Vaguely, Luca could make out Daddy grunting things.
“—your stupid little dick, only good for decoration—”
“—such a pain-slut you are, my Lu—”
“—cum like this, from me fucking you and torturing your cock—”
The words got lost amongst the wet smacking sounds coming from above him, and Luca let them float around him harmlessly.
His attention was drawn to something better than those people-words Daddy was using.
Shane’s cock was swaying with each thrust into him, and it leaked from inside the flat metal cage that kept it small. Luca eyed a bead that was growing heavy, releasing both balls which he had absent-mindedly sucked into his mouth and flexing his tongue out as far as he could go to catch it. It fell, and Luca hummed excitedly, tongue flicking back in his mouth so he could swallow the salty, watery liquid, before sucking back Shane’s balls to keep his mouth occupied.
Luca was intoxicated, being fucked by Daddy hard as Sir fucked Shane above him, the scent of their coupling making his mind so hazy…
Before he knew it, Shane was cumming over him (Luca opened his mouth after the first spurt to try and catch as much as possible), and then Sir was pulling out, pearly white liquid pooling heavy and so close to falling down over his forehead and the bridge of his nose, and then Daddy was filling him up, marking up his insides…
Oh, and his tummy was wet with his own cum.
Luca let himself drift away, Shane being ushered away before the other man collapsed on top of Luca by Sir, and then there was a wet towel wiping up his stomach after his tail was pressed back into his body.
Luca was certain it was Daddy, because Sir had to take care of his own puppy and Daddy always put him back together after shattering him so completely.
He was herded into strong, warm arms, mouth still hungry to have something in it and finding Daddy’s neck and chest. He busied himself with sucking hickies into the still-sweaty skin, savoring the salt on his tongue and sighing happily as he came back from the fogginess.
“You with me, yet, Lu?” Daddy asked, and Luca giggled and shook his head. He barked weakly, throat dry. When did that happen?
“Up.” Daddy didn’t wait to see if Luca followed the command (because he knew that Luca was thebestest boy, and he would, without supervision) and instead grabbed a water bottle from the night table. He rolled off the bed with a groan, Luca following on all fours—though his paws were out of their mittens. Luca could hear the tinkling into his metal water dish.
Ever the good pup, Luca waited for the release command after the water was filled. Once it was given, Luca carefully climbed down from the bed and bent down to lap at the water. Once he was satisfied, he picked himself up from the crouch he had to force his limbs into to drink without making a mess, and meandered back to Daddy.
“Did you have a fun playdate with Shane, puppy?” Daddy asked, hand reaching out to offer Luca more pets.
“Arf!”