Firestone Hot Springs Gotta Keep The Moral Up

He can tell by the way that the caramel wolf gazes to him that he’s feeling some type of way. Donovan would be lying if he didn’t too. He remains frozen in his spot as Derg inches closer, crawling towards him to touch hesitantly. His nose touches his muzzle, it almost tickles. The feeling doesn’t deter the larger of the two at all, he gazes dangerously down to him.

A back tongue glints in the moonlight as he flicked it out to first lick his own chops, the action grazing Derg’s nose. Then Donovan is creeping closer he breezes right past his cheek to settle at Derg’s ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, peaches.” He hums. “I like it.” 

With his shameless admission, he gives a nip and bite to the area there. Lingering for only a moment. He just might pull back and leave the male to his internal demons. He loves this game. He loves the teasing and the chase. He won’t go any further tonight. Just for the sake of playing with Derg further.