[Oh, how kind. Corry’s bemused expression turns into one of outright smug enjoyment, pushing off the tree he's been leaning against, then slowly approaching the circle for a better look. It's a careful, thoughtful walk, eyes unflinching, taking in the tight arch of the younger man's spine, the sweat gleaming on his neck, the peek of the Wolfman's cock between his tense thighs.]
You misunderstand me, darling. [His voice is a low rumble, a drawl, just left of southern, accompanied by a flash of teeth.] I'm waiting for my turn with you.
[Corry pauses by the golden outline of the circle, tilting his head, examining it, then grinning a bit wider.] Unless you think he'd share?
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You misunderstand me, darling. [His voice is a low rumble, a drawl, just left of southern, accompanied by a flash of teeth.] I'm waiting for my turn with you.
[Corry pauses by the golden outline of the circle, tilting his head, examining it, then grinning a bit wider.] Unless you think he'd share?