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Angel Dust ([personal profile] addickted) wrote in [community profile] rubimemes 2024-02-09 04:11 am (UTC)

[Angel will whine and complain and throw a fit about that for a good long while, but eventually he'll accept the reality of things. He's a survivor, he finds a way to thrive. And he's really damn good at what he does -- there's no hesitation or caution in how his hands map out Temper's chest and stomach, all those delicious hot hard muscles. His hands are mapping out the bull's cock too, of course, measuring silently, even as he squeezes and teases. Bigger than most guys he takes on the regular, but not impossible. He's literally a porn demon -- it's in his being.

There's another of those softly purring, chittering sounds, and Angel's bright, sharp teeth nicking at Temper's mouth -- not quite deep enough to bleed, but enough to worry the flesh to bright red, swollen. His tongue is something else entirely, sinuous and long and pointed, curling and twining around the bull's. A pair of those hands tugs the loose tunic up and off and Angel leans back to let Tender take a look at him.

Fluffy, white and pink, heart patterns over his plush, slender body, and between his legs -- more fluff, sleeker, smoother, oddly damp. Angel leans back on a set of elbows and offers casually:
] Retractable. Venom's not lethal, it'll just tingle a bit. Cross my heart. [That's what it is, venom leaking slick and pink from the fluffy sheath.]

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