Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

Donovan’s midnight hued tongue flicks above his maw, lapping up the juices from their encounter that seeped all over his maw. He truly is disgusting but he couldn’t give a rats ass. He finds pleasure in it. Surely, Merrick did too, or so he hopes. Though by the shakes wracking his lithe frame, Donovan can’t help but hum in approval. He’s obsessed with the outcome of what the coy has become. It’s aesthetically pleasing in every way.

To say he’s taken aback by the dirty words that slither from his tongue, would be an understatement. Or maybe he shouldn’t be surprised at all. Especially as that honey-red gaze looks to him as he says it. Donovan scoffs as more of a just. “I was waiting for someone to say it.” He jokes with a snicker. 

Then he’s inching closer into Merrick’s space once more. “I’d be honored to.” He brushes past him as he walks a bit forward, looking back over his shoulder, tail curled tightly on his hips. “I suppose this is the part where you say you have to leave.” He hums deeply, voice still teasingly sultry. “Please do come to my Canyon, Merrick. We can speak more of this treaty.” Comes his own mysterious and suggestive reply.