Still, just to make things difficult for the poor lowblood, Kurloz pinched at the base of one of the other’s horns and rubbed slow and purposefully. The juggalo even rocked his hips against the other’s mouth in encouragement, expecting no less than his mate’s immediate compliance. Smiling down sweetly at the yellowblood, Kurloz tugged Mituna tighter against his crotch, a silent demand for more. Kurloz knew Mituna wasn’t one for getting his horns touched, but Mituna belonged to him and he would touch him where he wished and how he saw fit. His claws dragged tenderly over the other’s scalp in sweet affections before the mime grabbed at his horns. With a wispy moan bubbling over his lips, Kurloz let his head fall back to rest against the back of the sofa, gently pushing his fingers through Mituna’s fluffy hair. It was an easy pleasure that washed over him like a slowly rising tide rather than the urgent crash of waves flooding his body with too-much sensations.
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The heat had subsided for the most part, but there was still that dull itch under the highblood’s skin that welcomed the sweet attentions to his inflamed nook. What a lovely sight.Īs Mituna started licking at him, the mime easily spread his legs wider, allowing the yellowblood to get at his nook. Motherfucker looked so very battered and exhausted, and still leaking material as well. Then again, Rufioh seemed to have a pretty good influence on him, it was hard to be wound up around the guy.Ī pleased, quiet hum left Kurloz as Mituna crawled over to him and babbling apologies. “Comeds ath me bro, lehst hug thisth sshit out…” He grinned, his voice happy and calm compared to the erratic slobber of words he usually twisted out. Thankfully for the other, he was simply just pleased to be up a tree and ambled over to the nest, wobbling a bit here and there until he flopped down into it, spreading himself out and then making grabby hands. Him and Rufioh were going to get chilling the fuck out in a pale pink nest and if Mituna was aware of how cliche it was he’d have been in fits of laughter. If that wasn’t the most fucking awesome plan in the world then he didn’t know what was. Rufioh nodded with his chin for Mituna to go ahead of him. You and me can hang here together until whatever’s going down chills some…” He rubbed at the back of his neck and then gave Mituna his attention again, smile bashful and toothy. He kept behind Mituna to be able to make the save if the other troll pitched over, and he looked down in a manner that was shy and hilariously uncharacteristic. He laughed again as if this might drown out the mounting … what even was this feeling? Was he embarrassed? It wasn’t like he had picked the color of the trees, jeez.
A nest that was pale and pink and Rufioh’s ears were burning again.
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