Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

This feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure. Or maybe the twisted man liked pain more than anything. He didn't have battle scars, barely fought, but enjoyed seeing others in pain. Now he could feel that way, and it was glorious. As soon as a whimper left his lips, Teagan slowed down and Trick growled in displeasure. It was not a real angry sound, more a way of saying; why did you stop, dalcop? Teabag's whisper tickled his ear and he couldn't help but playfully try to bite his face off. Of course, this was impossible, seeing as how he couldn't turn his head all the way back in this position.

Luckily, the foxy creature didn't stop, and soon their dance became a more painful yet more enjoyable one. Trick panted lightly, his knees getting weak and ass sore. It was awesome, he had to give Teabag that. The pleasure of pain even made the obsidian man reach climax, and soon he wasn't more than a limp body panting heavily. He closed his eyes, not even trying to push the reddish male off him. He was beginning to drift off to sleep, finally, after long hours of being awake.