ᅠ ᅠ 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎 & 𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐎 ♡

"You'll need someone with a sharper eye to tell ya that, hah!" With a chuckle in good humor, the boar starts making out with the glans of each twin for about two dozen seconds or so, showing off how much of a greedy old man he was, fists wrapped around one base each.

shafts to the breeze by pulling their trunks down. "Ehehe, what do we got here?"

into the lads' swimming trunks, groping and massaging their flaccid length and sacks.

"That's all fine and good, boys. Ol' Gimdin ain't begrudging nobody their pace." With an understanding smile he lands his arms around the two, pulling them into his body by their hips and starting to take turns kissing each, getting their bodies familiar with one another.

The boar huffs and tilts his head towards the voice above, shifting Arno a bit off to the side to leave the one facing the other feline more open and regard Celio with a smile. "Nonsense, lad, there's plenty of room for ya!" With that invitation comes Gimdin's open arm.

"Hehe, name's Gimdin." With a charming wink, the boar escalates their bout of smooching to a proper tongue wrestling match, not minding letting their slick muscles hang out of their maws as they entwine around one another, allowing the two to exchange saliva.

"Heh. What's yer name, lad?" Gimdin casually guides the feline down on his body, acting as the cat's bed with one hand on his side and the other resting on the small of his back just above the tail, guiding the other into a string of slow, relaxed smooches.

put on a show for the other.

"Watcha talkin' about lad, I was just takin' a nap 'ere!" Cue a hearty chuckle from the older man who was clearly just messing with the cat for a bit of fun, looking him over up and down without any reservations now that he's come up though. "Yeah, yer cute."