Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

No. Merrick states simply. Donovan is grinning pleasantly at the word and his eyes show the satisfaction. Then the brindled man can’t help but let loose a chain of smooth laughter at his next sentence. “Surprisingly no, but it seems this alliance has more benefits then perhaps I initially thought it would.” Comes his sly voice as his eyes follow the movement of the coy’s slim muzzle nipping at his forearm. 

He wastes no time dipping his head to bite at Merrick’s neck once more. Maw opening up a bit further to allow pearly white fangs to brush the males throat enticingly — dangerously. It’s only a tease with no real threat and he’s slipping lower and lower. Shamelessly liking down his chest and over an arched, healthy stomach. His tongue fondles with the others member and he’s eager to continue his administrations for a solid minute or two until the coy can’t take it.

Though Donovan has an idea of exactly what the other alpha could take. He bites the meat of Merrick’s thighs while golden irises gaze up to him. His pupils blown in his shameless lust for the onyx male. 

“You wanna tell me what you want me to do next?” He gums deeply against his naughty bits. He loves it when his partners are vocal with him. He wants to hear what Merrick want Donovan to do to him.