The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

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As Donovan trails down the beautiful curve of his rib cage into his stomach, his eyes are watchful and notice the confusion and anxiety held within them. Perhaps he’s a vergin? Maybe he’s never had someone go down on him before? There’s many possibilities that Donovan doesn’t feel like filing through right now. 

He just wants to enjoy the moment and make Clay do the same. Donovan wants to see the grumpy, maw with the big attitude lose himself to Donovan’s administrations. To be unable to control himself and label Donovan as his best; or at least that’s what he aiming for. If anything, he prides himself on being a well rounded and experienced lover.

Willing to try his hardest to make Clay think he’s a Saint in regards to this, he’s going to go all out. Starting with the smaller nips and licks Donovan offers on his way down to the males sensitive bits, his yellow eyes never leave his own. Yearning for a reaction and a reaction is what he gets. Clay settles a paw and pushes onto his forehead, a sign for Donovan to go faster, yet his words don’t match. The smaller spits insult after insult and Donovan only chuckles against him. Ah, so he’s never had this done to him yet. There’s always time for a first. 

He hums a low, rumbling, “Oh, you’ll see.” Though the order that hits his ears soon after makes Donovan smile mischievously. “No.” He challenges. “Now relax, dear.” Are his last words before he’s diving in. 

He lowers his up upper body into a beautiful bow, the marking of his pelt curving enticingly by the way his back arches. Sliding large forearms beneath the smaller’s thighs, he rests large paws on his stomach. Donovan’s extraordinarily oddly black tongue flicks along his sheath. Continuing this until the other is fully exposed. Taking him into his maw and giving him a pleasure surely no other has every given him. He’d continue this for a long while, until Clay is writhing and whimpering beneath him.