Blacktail Deer Plateau Equinox

Only when Lasher threw his own words back at him did Peregrine realize his use of graphic slang. He smirked a tad sheepishly while listening to the male's reply. He took all of the Alpha male's inquiries in stride and, much to Peregrine's relief, he did not seem offended. Conversely, he appeared to be amused, which made the crooked grin on the swarthy leader's face broaden somewhat.

"Damn straight," he said without thinking when Lasher pointed out that he envisioned Peregrine as a top. "Not that I'd do that. But hypothetically speaking," he felt the need to clarify.

He quirked an eyebrow at Lasher's assurance. He didn't really buy it. The reason Hawkeye had never shat on him, for instance, was because he'd never stuck it in her ass. They'd copulated frequently, particularly in the beginning, seeking (and finding) sexual pleasure. Eventually, they'd come together for greater purpose: creating life. Always, they'd done it in the same exact manner and position, the way Peregrine thought nature intended.

Peregrine considered himself a sexual creature, yet he'd barely ever contemplated trysts outside the man-behind-woman mold. For this reason, he found this entire conversation very weird but intriguing, especially Lasher's most recent comment. Blankly, the Alpha male stared at the Lambda. He was ignorant but he was neither stupid nor unimaginative.

"Are we talking about licking balls right now?" he questioned in a deadpan voice.