Emberwood (MATURE MATURE MATURE) Alarm clocks Screaming, Monsters calling my name

Oh, so he was this type. 
Memory was not known for being a bottom. Sure, he dabbled, and let his partner have some fun too, but it was usually Memory on top. 
Plus, no offense, this guy was huge. 
Donovan. It was a fitting name, and a grin crept across Memory's muzzle. 
He nibbled along the male's jawline sensuously, taking in his scent. 
"Be good to me and you won't have to worry about me forgetting a thing." He moaned huskily, trailing along the man's body, before tucking his head under his belly. His tongue flicked against the Warg's sizeable sheath, again and again, tasting him.