It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“I don’t know if it’s sexual talk or anything…but I love how wet your fur is right now…shows I’m doing a good job…” He said once he pulled away only to make out with the other again, tongue fighting for dominance as he continued to scratch the other’s head till the hands trailed to his neck and back. The gargoyle increased the friction between their members for much added pleasure.
During that brief pause Chip gasped for air, then went right back to sharing another heated kiss with Brooklyn. Feeling the gargoyle’s claws trailing through his damp fur was driving the wolf crazy with a series of soft canine whimpers. His paws were exploring all up and down the back of Brooklyn’s jacket. He simply couldn’t get enough of the smooth, slick feeling of the black leather against his fingertips.
He kept scratching the other back, chuckling in between the kiss when the ither started to whine as he then moaned into the lip locking. His tail would curl around the others as if locking them into place, but still feeling loose for the other to feel free to move around in. While the friction between their members increased, so did the pre making their stomachs sticky and wet.
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