Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

When the male flops to the ground Donovan follows, allowing his upper body to lower with the motion. For the moment, his teeth are still attached. Though surely they wouldn’t stay that way for long. When Derg wraps limbs around him in a type of hug, Donovan is most definitely surprised. A quirked circular brow and his golden hues flick to Derg’s face. A smile forms on his maw and soon enough Donovan is slowly releasing his throat.

Canary orbs meet Derg’s face and he doesn’t stare at the scared half at his face. He just looks at him normally, well, except for the devilish glint in his eyes. “Tryna give me a hug, peaches?” He asks in a throaty reply. “All you had to do was ask.”

The words are suggestive, as is the glint in his eyes. Though Donovan is usually messing around, if the look and tone doesn’t give away the fact that the brindled male isn’t deterred by Derg’s gender then he doesn’t know what would.

The physical teasing doesn’t last too long, Donnie likes to play with his food after all. So, he goes to step off of him. Languid and his motions, his eyes only leaving Derg’s own when he’s completely off of him.