Redsand Canyon My time is running low

He could tell the brindle man was still bricking it.
The slight tremble in his shoulders, the anxious flick of the ears, the correction and cautious eyes flicking back.
He pushed forward, feeling Donovan tense, then relax, and the man took the chance, sliding in easily.

Derg groaned softly, looking up to the roof of the den.
Enthralled by the beast he so lusted for.
Derg settled himself, letting Donovan adjust too. Get their footing, adjust to the feeling.
Derg reached down, snapping up a mouthful of his scruff and thrust his hips forward, pulling back on his scruff so he can't escape. Forepaws gripping his ribcage, tail waving to keep balance.

He slid back, testing the length, and thrust again, slowly building speed. He wouldn't embarrass himself as he had with Ronnie.
A soft growl rumbled from him, teeth pinching tighter for a moment.