With a soft gasp, Junior pressed against the kiss. Testing the waters, feeling the differences. It was like a doll but real, alive. Smooth and soft and moving, kissing like a person would even if the sensation was just a little different. Nothing too much to make him feel odd about this.

He hummed, pulled back when Ash did, eyes hooded when he regarded him. "Good?" he asked. As if this was for Ash instead of for him. More like he needed it to be a mutual thing for him to enjoy it at all.