Larksong Grotto evil is an act, not an appetite

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He noses around the floor, looking to settle. He lifts his head when Ronnie turns back to him, returning his own kiss before settling with him. Pressing his side against him. It was warmer here, he felt happy laying here. They could make it through the night without something lurking into the cavern, he supposed. 

Derg exhaled softly -- if he were a cat he'd purr. He laid kissed along the neck of the other, along his chin. Letting his teeth groom through the longer tufts along his neck. Content. Alive.
He inhaled Ronnies scent deeply, sighing after.
He ached, all over. It was a long day for him and he was sure it was just so for Ronnie. All he wanted was to make him happy and sleep.
"How are you feeling?" He inquired, his voice soft and smooth like varnished wood.

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