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Bergabung Aฤustos 2025
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Lycaon gently smooths a hand over his waistcoat, straightening it with precision, and ease. He regards the [ reader ] with his ruby, red gaze.
โ Good evening. It is rare, that I am sought out without a cause. I expect that your presence is more than a simple courtesy. โ
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๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐@Blade_X_Deathยท
๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐@Blade_X_Death
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Obscene.
He would display himself so boldly, and without restraint?
Still, heโs. . . enticed.
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ใ ค Considering stopping using the uniform around his waist. It doesn't stop anything from being watched anywho. ใ ค
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Being able to see them for yourself is a rarity.
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โ Lycaon wears only the finest undergarments. High quality, often silky, in texture. . . โ
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@MatchMyPhreak โ
. . . I see.
A collar is not a fashion statement. It signifies ownership. Restraint.
I deal in efficiency, not discomfort.
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Theyโre not as uncomfortable as they look.
โฆor so Iโve heardโฆ
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โ A collar. . . ? Preposterous. โ
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Lycaon gasps, as their lips part. He leans away for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the gesture.
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Heโs silent for a moment, before his grasp returns, thumb caressing the younger Thirenโs cheek. His hot breath seeps forth, as their lips meet again, this timeโ
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๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข.@BeastlikeLover
- kiss him on the lips for a moment, but soon after quickly pulling away. "I-I'm sorry, I got overwhelmed!" He looked away shyly, his dick throbbed immensely, now pressed between Lycaon's thighs, showing him how hung the wolf was.
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โ . . . Very well. โ
Lycaon adjusts a glove, clenching outstretched digits into a fist. Leather creaks as the whirring grows, a harsh chill filling their shared space.
A moment of stillness follows, before Lycaon propels himself forward, launched by the power of his โ
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* ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ ๐๐๐๐๐๐@DRACULLED
They split, Slayerโs form briefly blurs. Itโs this.. undulating tide โ and a chitter of something animalistic. โSlayer will do, my good man.โ He beckons. Come on then. Try.
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โ They will, if you carry yourself like one. โ
Lycaon sighs, feeling a pang of guilt. He only had the lupineโs best interest in mind. His intentions were pure, despite how stern he may seem.
โ I apologise, if my conduct was. . . severe. โ
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๐๐ฐ๐ญ๐ง / ๐๐ฎ๐ช๐ค๐ถ๐ด@WOLVENSTRIPES
"Not like me acting better will make them see me as anything more than a savage.." The wolf half-muttered while still trying to obey Lycaon's orders... by now he knew better than not to do so, he didn't wanna deal with Lycaon being upset at him. "... thanks, though.."
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A soft gasp seeps past his lips, as fur meets flesh. He narrows his gaze, deep, red scleras brimming with animosity, yet, peppered with traces of adrenaline.
โ Von Lycaon. You may consider this a courtesy. I intend to make this quick. โ
His interlocked digits tighten, โ
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* ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โฑ ๐๐๐๐๐๐@DRACULLED
Heel to heel, and fingers.. tenderly locked. A rose snagged between his teeth. โWhat name should I call you, my opponent-๐๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ?โ
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