‘I imagine Jacob has a praise kink, and I adore him so I’d gladly indulge it. It’d start innocently, me cuddling him close and petting his hair and telling him he’s wonderful and that I love him dearly, all of it true, but slowly my hands would wander to less-proper places, my compliments and words of affection would get filthier, and eventually I’d have him naked and moaning in my lap as I stroked him off and told him how gorgeous he was. I wouldn’t need to come but I’d make sure he did.’