[The rapidity was a little unexpected, to be certain, and Robert does indeed get several inches of slick turtle phallus dragged wetly against his cheek, lips and chin.

He does pause at Don's entreating, though, looking up at him with a chastised expression.]

D-Did, did I d-do something... s-something wrong...?

I, I d-don't wish to... t-to hurt you or c-cause discomfort... [Said while looking longingly up at Don.

He is utterly dishevelled now, by the way. His glasses have flecks of various fluids on the lenses, his cheek has a silvery stripe running the entirety of the lower half of his head, and his soft lips are wetter than usual... perhaps he almost looks cute like this.]

I-I apologize if, if I have...