The Sunspire Death Is A War[M] Blanket

'I can't help it,'

"Don't give me that shit, Donovan." Clay hisses. He didn't mean to use the other's name in the insult, but the slip of it somehow felt more personal[madsh]closer, and as he said it Clay decided that he rather liked it. He knew the man was playing with him—toying with him; He wasn't blind.

But just as Donovan reveled in the feeling of undermining him, Clay felt the exact same. He hated the man's staring gaze, but also felt empowered that he was the one causing it. HE was the one that had the beast's full attention, and as he laid there, feeling uncomfortable and gross under the man's tongue, Clay decided that he would do everything in his power to keep it.

He would be the one to tame this Alpha.
If he couldn't have Valour, if he couldn't have Takeshi, he would have Donovan.

Moving his tail out of the way, the prince made sure to slap the other in the face with it—or at least try to with a quick movement. "And you're fucking disgusting,"

But as The Saint crowded over him, hugging him closer with a large forepaw and resting his weight, Clay couldn't help but continue his trembles. The warmth radiating off the male's underside and into his back was rather nice—pleasing even. It reminded him of warm, sunny days where he would bask in the sun's rays. Or perhaps it was more akin to the nearly faded memories of being hugged against his mother's side.

He presses up into Donovan, eager for more of that warmth, more of that weight, more of that attention. But as the beast slid home, filling him, burning him, Clay couldn't help but shout as he's moved forward. Whatever shreads of dignity he was holding onto finally fell apart as he gave in to the blinding white rupture within his stomach. Coils that were once twisted tight and bound came loose, firing all at once as he spent himself of the ground below within the matter of seconds.

'Disgusting' he muttered once more after coming down from his high, feeling himself clench around the man in sync with the pumping of his blood.


"Is this why youre so fucking dumb? All the blood to your brain is gone to your stupidly large cock?—gods." Clay shoots out shaky limb, hooking it around the man's standing front paw as he attempts to bite into it with warning. He hates that the man is doing this to him; Making him cum just with the action of being settled.

"Move. Right now. I'm not going to fucking break." He snarls. He wants to get this over with.