#feral-flames

Without any form of resistance, he gripped the top of the mask and instantly whisked it off, revealing the pale skin that hasn’t seen the light of day for years and the dark locks that laid flat and caked in sweat.

“You keep your suit surprisingly clean and orderly.”

Barley will always be “puppy” in Murdoc’s mind. He’s not so much inclined on initiating sex, but he wouldn’t deny him either. A good friend takes care of one another, aye? More than anything though, Murdoc wants his puppy to be happy and healthy, and what better way to do that then tummy rubs, head scritches, and bonding bath times. He likes the way Barley looks different, though you’d wanna keep the tail out of his grabbing hands. 

He inhaled with a sharp hiss, his breath hitching in his throat as he tried to calm himself down. A hand grasped over the wound to help stop the bleeding. With clenched teeth, he stared at the Pyro with confusion. “Why?” being his only question.   

Well, tooth. There’s one that’s really prominent, it’s... really interesting to me and I kind of want to poke it sometimes.”

Murdoc nestled further into his seat, continuing to lazily stroke at the curly hair, content and now warm with the mass of heat on atop his lap. 

Blinks at the puppy, shrugs and goes about petting at his hair.

“Well then. Where do y’wanna start?” Shakes a can of the sweet cream.