Redsand Canyon My time is running low

Donovan is hot under the collar to say the least. He enjoys the smell and taste of the other male. Eyes mapping over the scar of the others face before he pulls away from licking his muzzle. The marking only makes Donovan more attracted to him. He’s been waiting for this.

When Derg greets him with his own administrations just as eager he feels his more southern regions swell, perhaps begin to unsheathe lewdly. Especially when the teeth grab at his skin and his auds are filled with the rumbling growl that reverberates through him. Donovan releases a shameless exhale and smiles devilishly to him, teeth and all. They’re dancing now. Playing a dangerous game. One Donovan decides to take a pleasant risk in by lapping at Derg’s maw and lowering himself to the ground. Rolling over onto his back and exposing his soft, white underbelly. His arousal extremely apparent in this position, he gives a daring look up to the russet male.