Redsand Canyon My time is running low

Golden eyes follows his form as he climbs up to Donovan’s den site. Coming closer and closer, Donovan actually feels his heart pumping. Greeting him with a waving tail and a bump of their noses. Donovan’s head his lowered to stay level with his straight back, closer to Derg. 

The bump is brief, until it’s crawling up the side of his face, nibbling his cheek and ending up at his thick, dark auds. They swivel and a rumbling hum of laughter is whispered from his lips at the contact. Then his senses are all focused on the russet male before him. His voice and the way it weaves it’s way into his very mind. Slithering around him to end up on his opposite side. Teeth are at his cheek once more and he’s smiling easily. 

Turning his own massive head towards him with a simple whisper of “It has, peaches.” before he’s pressing firmly into the other male.

He’s nuzzling into the nap of his neck, offering love bites and laps of his tongue. Eyes remain half lidded as he gazes heatedly join him. So far he’s been calm, casual. He pulls back slightly, smiling in a way that says ‘come hither’ he goes to walk past him. Brushing the whole of his body along Derg’s chest as he goes, back beneath his chin, and the curl of his tail wrapping around a muzzle playfully. He saunters into his den with a sultry look back, a swagger in his step, and tail curled high. Follow, he says wordlessly.