Customers all damn day to me: Happy Mother’s Day!
Me to my Crew: Guess y’all’s my kids now…
Marquis after being told this: Well, you do give us all rides home and make sure we get home safe when you not here…
Me: And I tend to feed y’all too…
Me: Dammit, I didn’t sign up for having this many kids
Day: May 13, 2018
Teddy let out a guttural sound of pleasure as the jolt of pain shot through him, the sensation enough to tip him over the edge and come undone, his breath falling into jagged spikes as his thrusts lost their deliberate rhythm and slowed, his head feeling like it had filled with static that made him feel slightly lightheaded for a long moment.
A small whimper escaped her as she nuzzled at his shoulder, her pulse racing to the point where she could almost taste it. The faint scent of blood was mingled with that of sweat and it all seemed to cling to both of them in a hazy sort of way that made her feel exhilarated and calm at the same time.
“I–I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she murmured, the exact mix of smells finally registering to the less primal part of her brain.
“Practice,” Isaac soothed, offering the pup a reassuring smile that told her he was the authority on such things.
Even with his limited vocabulary and lingering disorientation, it was clear that he hadn’t lost any of his paternal instincts or ability to instil a curious awe in the smallest of pups, a fact he was quietly relieved about.
“Help me,” she practically demanded, not caring if it was Isaac or Cadi that did the helping. It never even registered to Genesis that she was being a little on the rude side about it until Cadi flicked her earlobe.
“I mean…please?”
Heading off for the night because 6:30am comes early as fuck.
Will add Conri to the muses page after work if I’m not completely dead.
The teeth on his lip sent a shiver through him that had his breath hitching, the sound almost a whimper as it caught in his throat. Acting purely on instinct, Zayde’s hips pushed upward, seeking friction and finding it, making him pant harder, his fingers curling tighter around Devin’s.
“I need you,” he pleaded, the words almost lost in another searing kiss that stole his breath from him.
He went to move, to change their positions, but a wave of dizziness had him pausing, panting for breath as he buried his face in the crook of Zayde’s neck.
“Later,” he promised, his grip loosening a little. “Not recovered enough,” he mumbled, hating just how weak he still felt from the previous day when there was nothing he wanted more right now than to make Zayde beg.
There was no resistance in Zayde as he was pushed down and pinned, welcoming the weight on top of him as he feverishly sought to deepen the kiss to bruising intensity, half-starved of it and half wanting it to be some sort of punishment for his indiscretions.
He never could resist the way Devin overpowered him, the only person he’d ever let do that to him. Zayde hated the feeling of having no control in his everyday life, but he gave it up willingly and enthusiastically to the shifter, trusting him with his safety and wellbeing more than he even remotely trusted himself.
The way his own scent clung to the younger male helped ease some of his tensions and he knew it was largely in part from Zayde sleeping his bed. His teeth found Zayde’s bottom lip and tugged on it slightly before kissing him again, hard and breathless, completely desperate for anything he could get from the other.
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