Redsand Canyon My time is running low

As he lies there, gazing at Derg as if he’s the beat thing he’s every since. Anticipation evident in his eyes and a black tongue licking along his chops. Following Derg’s movements as he lowers himself closer and closer to where the brindled male wants him to be. A lick to his rib cage and some more nips has his skin setting on fire.

It all stops and Derg is on top of him. A feeling of dominance he’s not quite used to, but still so, so familiar with. Images of Nyra choking him not too long ago and Clay verbally and physically reprimanding him during their own rough lovemaking. Derg seems different than the both of them, more dominant, yet vaguely submissive all the same. Not here though, that smirk tells Donovan that he’s in for a rough ride. 

Golden hues flick up to Derg’s own as he halts in his soft bites and decides to stand over him. He’s in for a treat. Donovan’s own brows furrow and he smirks devilishly up to the scarred face of his counterpart. Lifting a heavy paw to rest it on his shoulder, he inches up and attempts to playfully snap at Derg’s chin and neck, but he’s unable to reach. 

Okay he wants to play like that. Donovan laughs internally. Lifting a hind paw now to ghost over the others sheath with a playful glint to his eyes.