"Easy for you to say," He pants, "You're not the one -FUCK. Fuck fuck..."

Well he was going to protest about the fact that he has neighbors, because in his zero brain cell state he doesn't remember that one side is empty now and the other houses an actual dog. That protest turns into a whining curse because his whole body shudders, suddenly overloaded in sensation by a warm and eager mouth. Hope Max was ready right then because Pratt practically comes on command, spurting down the back of Max's throat with a guttural growl.

Enjoy this whimpery, panting mess of a Deputy afterwards.