Redsand Canyon My time is running low

Derg pants alongside him, a moan slips from his maw as he pulls out. The Grandmaster is exposed as raw and he actually doesn’t even give a fuck. The desire to couple with the male almost grasping at him again, but it doesn’t win over the spiraling fatigue laced into his aching body.

Even the soft look Derg offers to him before dropping himself evenly to the ground. It was almost sweet — well it is sweet, Donovan just doesn’t want to admit that he actually likes it.

So he lies down beside the other, facing him in a wordless embrace. They’d sleep heavily throughout the night. Cuddling like lovers and, believe it or not, Donovan is more than okay with that.