Sunset Valley love makes hunters of us all [m]

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His tail flicked with soft irritation. He couldn't find his mark because he had to aim just that bit higher. If he wasn't so caught up in the act -- and had sufficient air in his lungs -- he'd probably grumble and mutter in his old man fashion.
He just hoped Keen wouldn't happen across them.

After a small amount of readjusting, he found his mark. Pressing himself into the other, feeling warmth wrap around himself. He gritted his teeth and started again, this time with a stronger push in, his gut tightening slightly. Warmth spreading between his legs. It only drove him onward yet without the same force as one might expect; like he cared a little for the submissive wolf beneath him, but clearly not a lot for his thrusts became harder, groaning softly.

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