Redsand Canyon My time is running low

The male diligently follows Donovan into the darkness. The pitch black vail grabs them with eager hands and sucks them inside. Donovan is feeling heavy with lust, his heart pumps, and his skin is getting hot beneath his coat. Especially as they’re pressed side to side and his skin lights up at the nips to his shoulder. Somethings happening tonight, there’s no way something wouldn’t happen.

Donovan’s steady, even breath dares to come faster and he’s looking over to Derg slyly, golden orbs glowing like the stars above. They reach their destination, Donovan wastes no time to get on with the unseemly acts craves so much. He’s moving to nip and bite along Derg’s neck, moving up to his jaw, then running a darkened tongue along the other males muzzle. Golden hues with heavy lids gaze back silently asking permission to carry on.