he scoffs— shaking his head before approaching the other.
“ someone’s gotta put you in your place, cowboy. . . ” he mutters with a slight smirk, flashing his fangs before calloused digits grip the younger man’s muzzle.
he stares down— big guy’s about a head taller than him.
“ keep talkin’ back n’
“ someone’s gotta put you in your place, cowboy. . . ” he mutters with a slight smirk, flashing his fangs before calloused digits grip the younger man’s muzzle.
he stares down— big guy’s about a head taller than him.
“ keep talkin’ back n’
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˗ ˏ ˋ 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑬 𝑲𝑰𝑫 ˎ ˊ ˗
— ❛ Keep callin' me that an' only thing yer 'gonna get from me is watchin' my cute ass walk away, /lobo/. ❜
Two can play at that game. Licking his crooked fangs as he flashes a wicked smirk, toothpick bobbing from one side of muzzle to the other.
— ❛ Y'wanna try that /again/ ? ❜
Oh, he knows.
Two can play at that game. Licking his crooked fangs as he flashes a wicked smirk, toothpick bobbing from one side of muzzle to the other.
— ❛ Y'wanna try that /again/ ? ❜
Oh, he knows.
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he stares down, before tugging the smaller male forth— sticking his tongue down that pretty throat within an insant. . .