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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

Dorogoy~ [Angel tries, but his accent doesn't really lend itself well to Russian.]

Ah, fuck, ya sound so good. Feel so good. It ain't fair. [He laughs and sits up so he can feel the full length of him, sighing as he does.] Per favore- mio Coccolone~

[bartenderbitch]

[He's trying and that earns him a lot of points, but it does not stop him from laughing at how badly the accent works for Russian specifically.] You tried, bonus for it.

Is that so?~ [Angel has no business being this gorgeous like this, neither, but he's quite intent on seeing such a pretty picture that he can put his hands on.] I'd say it's not fair how absolutely lovely you are, so fair's fair, isn't it? [But damn does he ever love hearing him speak like this, lightly dragging his claws against skin through fur from his sides just under ribs down to his waist.] Unless you want me to pin you to the bed, I can't do much but meet you in the middle, baby~

[harderdaddy]

Ha- well there ain't nothin' I can do about that one. You're just gonna hafta live with havin' hell's hottest whore on your dick.

That. [Angel agrees quickly. He wants that. And Husk knew he was a demanding little power bottom long before now, so he's going to have to get used to being ordered about.] I want that.

[bartenderbitch]

Think I'd call you a treasure instead of a whore, but you know that. [He's going to heap all the praise on him whether he likes it or not, dammit!

Though he's a tiny bit surprised by him actually wanting that, eyes widening somewhat before those pupils are dilating rather ridiculously. That... that is evidently a good button he managed to push and he is absolutely aware of being involved with a demanding power bottom. He pauses for only a second before he's taking a moment where Angel's just barely on his dick so he can use his weight to push the spider down on his back, hands grabbing for his wrists (of one set of arms at least) to pin above his head in turn.]

Who's gonna be the good boy now, hm?~

[harderdaddy]

[Angel rolls his eyes, but his smile grows. He's not ashamed of being a whore, but he does like Husk's insistence on calling him some sort of treasure.

He laughs in surprise as Husk flips their positions, offering some play resistance before letting his wrists lay still over his head. His other set of arms isn't so obedient, nails raking through the fur on Husk's back.]

Gonna hafta make</i, Husky~