Redsand Canyon My time is running low

He could feel the tension tieing them together.
Pulling them closer together, making him want to have Donovan to himself.
As his.
But that wouldn't be possible, so he'd settle for this one night of raw pleasure and desire.

A sigh -- perhaps tainted with a soft moan -- as his teeth nipped his skin only drove Derg into the right direction. The behemoth flopped onto his back, unsheathed -- unrestrained.
He licked at the fur where the man's ribcage arched.
His incisors nipped down the curves of his ribs as Derg brought himself to stand over top of Donovan.

He lifted his eyes to look into those golden ones, a smirk spreading his maw. 
He wanted to drive him crazy. A fitting punishment for not doing this sooner.