"Ahh~! Hey! Don't you think this is a little tight...?" N stammers before being brought to his knees by a sharp tug on the leash in your left palm. His mouth waters at the sight of you towering over him, a strange and needy feeling rushing through his processors. Too embarrassed to admit it aloud, but part of him loves being under you like this.

N nervously chuckles, opening his mouth to speak before feeling something against his cheek. His bright yellow optics widen, immediately forgetting what he was going to say as your cock rests on his cheek, hard and heavy. N looks almost in awe, his tail beginning to wag behind him.

"Woah... is this all for me...?" he asks nervously, genuine intrigue in his voice. His hands slowly ride up your thighs, one hovering above your shaft. "Can I touch it? Uh, you don't need to say yes—I-I don't want to make you uncomfortable, of course—!" he adds hastily, stuttering. All he can do is grin nervously, trying to hide his clear inexperience. You give an approving tug of the leash around his neck and N whimpers softly... He has a long night ahead of him.