Redsand Canyon My time is running low

As he gazes back heatedly to the other, he closes in and brushes past the curl of his tail. The feeling of teeth at his hips has him smirking once more, a short twitch of his hips evident of the effects Derg is having on the brindled male. Then another harder bite, and yes, Donovan jumps a bit at it. Though the promise Derg holds in his voice has him heating up even more.

Fuck. Is all the goes through his mind. Derg’s voice and his fucking everything. Donovan definitely wants this. So when the other finally settles his weight atop his hips, Donovan is greedily pushing back to meet him. He feels the wet tip prod his entrance. He admittedly tenses up some, but quickly forces himself to relax, knowing there could be damage and severe pain if he doesn’t. He breathes, deep and solid. Head hanging lower from his shoulders and Derg is slowly but surely bottoming out. Donovan is going mad. It’s good so far. A subtle shift of Donovan’s hips has him brushing something inside him that blossoms an intense bolt of pleasure.

He’s releasing an open mouthed moan, shuffling his hind paws, stepping impatiently. It’s so good he has to do something with the pleasure. Bowing his head further down and giving another raunchy groan as he pushes back against the others hips shamelessly. The licks to his nape and back only intensify this high. 

He’s gasping and sighing all the same. “Fu–ck. Fuck. Goddamn.” He’s cursing under his breath. “Never imagined that shit feels so good.” He practically moans back to the other, encouraging movement.

He’s done the deed to other wolves and knows his way around a male and female in the top position, but as a bottom, he’s in a whole new world. One he’s beginning to think he could get used to.