Emrys moaned as Mir touched him. While the stranger from the swap had been new and exciting, he still would never hold a candle to his master. And he relished in the attention, always selfishly wanting more though he was a good boy and never asked for more than was given.
"I don't want anyone to touch me like you do." He breathed out, fighting back the urge to thrust his hips into the werewolf a hands. "Just you..I only want to beg for you. Only yours."