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โ € โ€˜ I ask that you kindly ๐™ง๐™š๐™›๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ, from touching my prosthetics. โ€˜ โ €
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so i sit and wait like an abandoned dog waiting for its owner. impatient๏ผŒ restless๏ผŒ and forever waiting.
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@WOLVENSTRIPES โ € || Of course he would. Heโ€™ll consider it, so long as he continues to improve upon his posture. โ €
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โ € || I think about Lycaon in chastity every single day. โ €
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@WlNNlNGSMlLE โ € There is grace to be found even amidst moments of passion. Even as Sidon eases into his depths, the Thiren maintains a calm disposition, save for his shuddery groans, as the prince reaches depths previously untouched. . . Scaled flesh meets fur, rousing a chorus of slaps. โ €
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โ € 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€˜ โ €
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โ € ๐“žthers seem to forget that he too, has urges. Lycaon is not exempt from depraved desires, no matter how refined he may make himself out to be. โ €
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โ € โ€˜ Your lack of basic decorum is particularly striking. How. . . unpolished. โ€˜ โ €
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โ € || What is within my threads is not necessarily required for any scenes I write. Iโ€™m flexible, and will write pretty much whatever, so long as my scene partner also enjoys it. 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. โ €
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โ € โ€” proving to be more intimate than the last. His tongue brushes along Legoshiโ€™s own. He pulls away, breathless. โ€˜ Youโ€™ve. . . become important to me. โ€˜ The Thiren murmurs, still cupping the younger manโ€™s chin.
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โ € Lycaon gasps, as their lips part. He leans away for a moment, seemingly taken aback by the gesture. โ€˜ . . . โ€˜ Heโ€™s silent for a moment, before his grasp returns, thumb caressing the younger Thirenโ€™s cheek. His hot breath seeps forth, as their lips meet again, this timeโ€” โ €
๐‹๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข.@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 € โ€” prosthetics. His expression remains calm and collected, save for his eyes, that which carry an animalistic glare. One of unbridled savagery. His entire body twists, his shin flying towards Slayerโ€™s visage, in an attempt to make contact. โ €
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โ € 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€” โ €
* ๐’Š. ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐‹๐€๐˜๐„๐‘ โ•ฑ ๐Œ๐˜๐“๐‡๐”๐’@DRACULLED

They split, Slayerโ€™s form briefly blurs. Itโ€™s this.. undulating tide โ€” and a chitter of something animalistic. โ€œSlayer will do, my good man.โ€ He beckons. Come on then. Try.

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