Everything that Joshua is saying makes Alecto dizzy with roaring thirst. "Yes," he continues, a sort of mantra as he feels Joshua restrain himself from thrusting, just that tiny tremor of movement threatening to overwhelm them both. He wants nothing more than to break that last line of self-control, to drive Joshua over the edge into maddening, unstoppable need.

"Yes, yes, yes." Alecto's mind is empty except for warm imaginings of their future, of their happy, loud little pups filling the cottage by the sea with laughter, mischief, and love. He yearns for that, can't wait to give this reality to the both of them. "I want it," he pants back, his hands wild and disobedient, running all over Josh's face, his hair, the back of his neck and shoulders as his own hips start to rock, slicking the base of Joshua's shaft with wet arousal. He grinds against him as he continues to spur him on, adding fuel to their mutual fire. "I want it so badly. Take me, make me yours, pump me full of you. And don't stop until you're sure I'm bred - oh, gods, Joshua, please, move -!"