He stood perfectly still, feeling the heat of her breath tickle his whiskers, his muzzle only inches from her own. It was daring of him, to draw attention to his injured manhood - and yet he knew she would love it. He knew she craved moments like these, just as he did. He watched her amethyst gaze shift to his injured part as she mentally connected the dots and read the road map he'd left for her. 'Did someone hurt your greatest tool?' Bingo. He groaned. Her growl drowned out any common sense he had left as she shifted along his side, rubbing against him hard and deliberately. He didn't allow himself to follow her movements with his eyes, and instead allowed his emerald optics to slowly shut. They shot open only a moment later as her tongue snaked across his most sensitive of areas, setting him on fire. She kissed him again, letting the fire burn hotter and brighter. "Shit," he breathed, his voice hoarse and tight. "I don't know if it's better or worse," he finally responded. Of all the days to be out of commission...
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Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.
