#snekbytes

     Head lolled back, the dragborn’s eyes warm and full of lust. His smile was parted, torn into a crooked gasp there he remained pressed against the other’s body; chest against chest, hands traced every line of Trevo’rs body from head to hips as if they searched for the ultimate zone to make him cave in. He saw it was a game. Him against the other, though with the dragonborn being ahead of him with a few steps — Uruha pulled his lips together, sharp tongue sliding between warm lips as he gazed down at Trevor. Hunger reigned in his eyes as he took in the sight of the bothered male.

                            “ your chest — r i g h t…” eyes shifted with his own words, and they fell down slowly. “ above your nipples, those gorgeous curves of yours that are begging to be bitten.” 

     His eyes then gazed back up, heavenly blue piercing their gaze into Trevor’s; he had him pinned against his bedroom door & locked in sight. There was no way he’d be able to get away with distracting Uruha, no… this was all on him, and Uruha wanted to dive in to please Trevor. He wanted to see his knees tremble, legs jolt and back arch ; the pure, raw & steamy lust that resided within humans was amazing and he could have gotten high on the endorphines in the air; “ — after that…” a sharp inhale followed, his hand cupping Trevor’s chest so he could drag his thumb across the clothed nipple.

                             He blinked. Without a single concern Uruha had secluded the two of them in his bedroom, a world meant for them and them only. Inked digits began descending as they danced alongside his stomach. He felt him out, every edge and curve that was exposed to him through the darn crop top; another lick came too, Uruha drawing his face closer and closer to him, his breath scorching warm and eyes sparkling with desire.

     “… i’m gonna ~ touch your cock, trevor.” words spilled like wine and he intended to lure him in with sweet promises & vivid descriptions. Uruha spared no details. The painter in him was too creative. He wanted to paint it out to Trevor, and then present him the real masterpiece.  Though, his lips were reserved for his hazy talk, their faces barely apart; “… and i’m going to stroke you… tease you… make you dripping h a r d… first by just touching you… and… guess what i’m going to do afterwards?”

                              Jewelry rustled as Uruha shifted closer, his smooth cheek sweeping by & pressing close to Trevor’s own. His hand had come to reach his groin now and he groped him delicately, cupping a feel of what he was about to take care of. With a hoarse, slow whisper he narrowed his eyes, a kiss tracing the shell of Trevor’s ear; “ — i’m going to suck you dry, Trevor, dry to the point where you can’t s t a n d.”

  what’s up my garbage pack, it’s ya boi, shit storm

oh god its the wife

Listen u know how Trevor is