( cheater is the first word that comes to mind, but his skull cracks onto the ground and a subsequent concussion knocks it out of him, replaced by a sluggish groan that leaves his mouth wide open, ready for his supper. he has enough sense and whorish instinct to stick out his tongue for the drop that luci feeds him, saying ahh, guttural whining through the sizzling burn of molten precum splashing his pinkest meat. someone trained him well. )
Wait, ( whimpered, tongue gone novocaine numb. danny's booted heels hook into the dirt, hips and spine arching sluttily, bucking into the body on top of him in an attempt to unseat this harlequin serpent beast, or at least lift his knees from his biceps, or drop his strange cock down the slide of danny's chest into his mouth. ) Wait, wait — wait.
( oh, his daddy's gonna be fuckin' pissed, maybe, probably, another reason on a very long list of reasons to be pissed with danny. god shouldn't keep snakes as sons. dogs, neither. kittens? no. the weight on his chest refuses to budge, and a sweat-sticky danny snarls, kitten canines ornated in gold and red, snapping for a greedy second helping of cock, cum, blood. his eyes refuse to focus, pupils blown cosmic black, his daddy's eyes. that'd be the concussion, probably. what the fuck is he even looking at? danny thinks he would've remembered if he'd looked like that the whole time. )
You fuckin' cheated.
( affronted, like danny hasn't cheated in every game of tag he's ever played. his wobbly gaze swims down, squinting hard at luci's cock: steam tendrils from his cockhead like smoke from a dragon's nose. that'd clean him out, surely. refinement by fire, an interdimensional telephone call to his lost daddy. look how naughty i'm being, come punish me, come lay waste, come cum. )
I want it inside me, you fuckin' cunt cheater. ( he goes from feral to weepy in a flashbang second, bottom lip quivering provocatively, dangerously plump and wet. danny squirms, flexing his thighs, and humps the air. ) You wanna be my daddy for a little bit? I'm hungry.
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Wait, ( whimpered, tongue gone novocaine numb. danny's booted heels hook into the dirt, hips and spine arching sluttily, bucking into the body on top of him in an attempt to unseat this harlequin serpent beast, or at least lift his knees from his biceps, or drop his strange cock down the slide of danny's chest into his mouth. ) Wait, wait — wait.
( oh, his daddy's gonna be fuckin' pissed, maybe, probably, another reason on a very long list of reasons to be pissed with danny. god shouldn't keep snakes as sons. dogs, neither. kittens? no. the weight on his chest refuses to budge, and a sweat-sticky danny snarls, kitten canines ornated in gold and red, snapping for a greedy second helping of cock, cum, blood. his eyes refuse to focus, pupils blown cosmic black, his daddy's eyes. that'd be the concussion, probably. what the fuck is he even looking at? danny thinks he would've remembered if he'd looked like that the whole time. )
You fuckin' cheated.
( affronted, like danny hasn't cheated in every game of tag he's ever played. his wobbly gaze swims down, squinting hard at luci's cock: steam tendrils from his cockhead like smoke from a dragon's nose. that'd clean him out, surely. refinement by fire, an interdimensional telephone call to his lost daddy. look how naughty i'm being, come punish me, come lay waste, come cum. )
I want it inside me, you fuckin' cunt cheater. ( he goes from feral to weepy in a flashbang second, bottom lip quivering provocatively, dangerously plump and wet. danny squirms, flexing his thighs, and humps the air. ) You wanna be my daddy for a little bit? I'm hungry.