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š‘žš‘¢š‘–š‘›š‘š‘¦. ([personal profile] comfypillow) wrote in [community profile] peacockstop 2024-06-26 07:43 pm (UTC)

[ It doesn’t. Quincy nearly asks, Why are you in my house, but with wakefulness comes some understanding. This isn’t his house. The walls aren’t right and the scents aren’t the same. Even the essence is… strange. How did he somehow end up in this wolf pup’s den? His brow scrunches as he combs through his memory, but there is nothing outstanding. No mists, no flowers, no unusual fluctuations.

………… They’re both naked, huh. Red eyes slide along the other man—this Wriothesley’s—body. There is unspoken appreciation in the way his attention lingers longer than it needs to. However, there are more important matters at hand. Quincy doesn’t bother to peel himself away from the wolf pup’s back when he asks, ]


Did we have sex?

[ If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck… his dick is out and somewhat pressed into the cleft of Wriothesley’s ass. Which happens to be getting to him, by the way, being particularly sensitive in that region. It’s no longer soft. ]

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