Oh come on, you can't start a story like that and not finish.

[His weight presses into her's when she starts to move, but this dog isn't dragged off its t-bone quite so easily. He drags his nails down her back and burrows his face in her cleavage with a heavy sort of inhale--

The skin on skin contact gives him pause, and a shaky exhale. The mask was enhanced to act like a second skin, but science and engineering could only do so much. The sensation just reminds him that the mask isn't on, and its enough that he squints his eyes slightly against her.]

Did you strangle him to death, or did he bleed out first?