Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

All the telltale signs that the male actually liked what Donovan said have now been checked off. No wonder he was so disgusted by Nemisis’ lewd display that one day. For Donovan, this moment solidified what he previously hadn’t known. If the claws curling on his shoulders and that breathy moan were anything to go by, he’d say that he rightly didn’t expect this. Still, a pleasant turn of events it is.

When he takes his eyes off of him they’re just beckoned right back when a shaky exhale comes from the other male. Donovan can’t resist, allowing his golden hues to flick back to Derg he smiles deviously down to him. His head is level with his body and he takes a step closer, maintaining heated eye contact.

He releases a low snicker, his voice sultry. “Fuck...” he hums down to him. “If you keep asking me like that, I might just have to oblige.” It isn’t so much a tease as it is a promise.