Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

The onyx male stands and does just as he’s told. It causes shivers to course beneath Donovan’s pelt and prickle along his spine. He’s mesmerized by the scares and horror that is this man — Merrick. He almost wants to add another. Almost wants Merrick to add one to Donovan’s own collection as well. 

Then as Merrick’s simple answer of no reaches his ears he doesn’t have to say much before he’s moving into position. Though it’s not the one most would expect at this point. He cranes his head over the dark pelage of the coys hips, nibbling and licking all the way down. Giving an experimental bite on the meat of his rump and shamelessly nosing aside his tail. The brindled male wastes absolutely no time and goes straight ham on him. Licking and devouring him like he hasn’t eaten in days. Dipping a black tongue into the puckered entrance shallowly at first. Then as a couple minutes go by he dives the entirety of the appendage in, truly enjoying the feeling of being to pleasure another. 

He cannot wait any longer, for his own need eats at him like maggots and ants to a rotting corpse. He steps over to settle himself back to chest over Merrick. Body large enough to easily lick Merrick’s ears as he tortured him by sliding his length in slowly. Seating himself completely within him. He stays this way for a few moments, urging the other to get used to the intrusion. 

Again, he can only wait so long before he snatches up the rust colored scruff of Merrick’s neck. Setting his hips at a tougher pace he lips in and out roughly. Stopping for only a split second to angle his hips a different way to bring maximum pleasure to the other beneath him.