Redsand Canyon My time is running low

He’s is pure, unadulterated heaven. Never would’ve thought anything like this would’ve felt that good. Look at him now, pushing back into the coffee pelted male woth the urgency of a bitch in heat. It’s degrading, but not to him. He’s open with sexuality; he couldn’t give a fuck what others thought. 

Especially in this moment of ecstasy. The others member hitting places he never thought he’d be so enticed with until now. The knot teasing him so horribly. A threat, but only just that.

Derg’s voice filled with lust, deep and throaty. It makes him even harder. His own member leaking between muscles thighs. He’s about to blow. Especially when teeth snatch up his scruff, his own eyes roll back and his ears lie flat on his skull. The pleasure so fiery hot inside him he doesn’t expect to release himself this soon. But when the rushed thrusts from the other have him spilling over the edge, his body goes stiff. Blood seeping from the puncture wound, the tug at his neck, the pounding, it all sends him reeling.

Curing his head more into his chest, lowering it almost past his shoulders. Ripping out an obscene moan from deep within his breast. “Oh, fuck, Derg. Fucking do it. Claim me.” He growls to the man. Demanding in his blissed out state of orgasm.