Cerulean Cape thunderclap

"Ye don't say..." Raptor drawled.

By now, he was really making an effort to keep a reasonably straight face. There were two factors at play. First off, the corsair really wanted to buy this guy a beer (if that was a thing wolves did — and it was let's face it, he'd ordered them a round of rum if that were the case anyway). Second off, he was slowly becoming squeamish by the idea of two guys and a rimjob, at least when he was one of the guys featuring in the scenario. If this feller and some other male wanted to cuddle up to each other's rear end in private that would have been a-ok.

Raptor being Raptor, he was not about to concede defeat so easily. He'd swallow his repugnance and charge ahead, foolhardy and certain that the other wolf would bawl surrender before he did. Clearing his throat, the pirate plunked his arse down — if nothing else it made him feel more comfortable and secure to have the ol' starfish safely tucked beneath him.

"Before we gets in too deep, I think we should be gettin' to know each other better. So tell me... what tastes best on the way out? What do ye prefer yer lovers munch on before you go in for a taste?"