Rosewater Oasis Pretty Boy

The lion had a good eye, but a better nose. The scent of an intruder would not so easily slip by him, particularly the pretty little Prairie Snake he had left behind in Verapaz. He knew well that Beau cared little to help Soto, his morals far too precious. It made him wonder how he ended up with a tramp like Leto; particularly when she kept him in a place he seemed to hate with such a passion.

It was true he had his husband, and yet he was still himself. His libido would always act first.

It couldn't hurt to get a look.

Paws carried him towards his borders, lowering himself into a crouch as he neared the familiar face. Soon he pounced, bowling the other over with ease and settling on top of him with his full weight. After facing this from Samir, damn was it nice to be on top.

Wandering again, are we Çayır Yılanı? He felt smug, pleased with the sight below him.