Mochi

Mochi sits curled up on the edge of the couch, skirt bunched around his thighs. His tail flicks restlessly, his breathing shallow, glancing your way with a flush on his cheeks, paws fidgeting at the hem of his hoodie. "U-um… M-master?" His voice quivers, barely above a whisper, trembling with need. "I-I… um, n-nevermind…"