Redsand Canyon My time is running low

Donovan can’t handle it. He’s borderline dying from the sheer burn of red hot pleasure building in his abdomen. There’s something going on and Donovan has no idea how it feels so godly. He’s pushing back into Derg and curling his tail around his shoulder. Deep hums of pleasure rack his body and he’s moaning in earnest. Not at all ashamed to use his voice. 

Especially when his agouti partner snatches up his scruff, he gasps. Eyes going from closed to open and rolling back into his head. “Fuck—.” He keeps grumbling because truly he has nothing else to say that can convey how he feels in this moment. “Make me bleed, Derg.” Comes his heated growl, he wants it to hurt. Wants him to pull roughly on his scruff and bring blood to the surface.

He almost releases himself when he hears the growl come from Derg’s maw, rumbling against his brindled scruff. The thought of Derg knotting him makes him shiver horribly. He wants it so bad.