[Those promises make Angel shiver, and he swallows thickly as his mind conjures up countless memories of the aftermath in which Valentino has very much followed through on those words.
His fur's damp and tinged pink from Val's saliva, a living map of the path of that tongue. His lower hands shift to grip under his knees and help hold his thighs apart. His eyes slide closed with a groan, rocking to try and meet those hips, sure he can see it all ready.]
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Date: 2024-09-30 12:19 am (UTC)His fur's damp and tinged pink from Val's saliva, a living map of the path of that tongue. His lower hands shift to grip under his knees and help hold his thighs apart. His eyes slide closed with a groan, rocking to try and meet those hips, sure he can see it all ready.]
Nothin' without you, Val.