[It's getting to the point where he doesn't even see those figures anymore. They're signs of a hound dog on the premises. These rooms see a lotta action from them. No others. Yet. The third party isn't necessary. Ol' brown eyes are on that writhing, sweat sleek body shaking apart. Seeing the kid in his room, on his sheets and pillow alone gets him like nothing else.]
Pity you [grunt huff puff] don't speak it.
[He's trying to stick it out this long. The hot load across his chest gets him. Big paws clench tightly at the kid's thighs working out absolutely everything out of the kid. Beneath them their bed proves to be holding up pretty well. It's not old but damn does it get a work out too. Wet, hot skin striking skin.]
Bueno, chico. Aye. [His grip may leave bruises just like he wanted.]
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Pity you [grunt huff puff] don't speak it.
[He's trying to stick it out this long. The hot load across his chest gets him. Big paws clench tightly at the kid's thighs working out absolutely everything out of the kid. Beneath them their bed proves to be holding up pretty well. It's not old but damn does it get a work out too. Wet, hot skin striking skin.]
Bueno, chico. Aye. [His grip may leave bruises just like he wanted.]