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.
Adjusting his stance over the gargoyle, Chip tightened his grasp on Brooklyn’s delicate rear. “Better brace yourself.” Warned the wolf as he carefully spread those soft cheeks apart and prodded his finger against his hole. “Ready? This is gonna hurt…”
He nodded to tell the other he was ready as his hole has resisted against the others finger that has yet to enter inside him. Nervousness, curiosity and lust was how he was mainly feeling right now that he was in this position. “Ready. Chip…”
“Okay, here goes nothing.” Chip nodded back at Brooklyn, signalling what was about to happen. Spreading the other male’s cheeks apart as far as they’d go, he pressed his finger against his rear and slowly pushed his way through. He could feel the ring of muscle clenching tightly around the tip of his finger, but he sank his way in deeper till he reached the first knuckle.
A sharp breath could be heard from the crimson gargoyle as his ring muscles would tighten themselves around the others finger as it entered in his hole. It’s like he could feel every detail from the canines claw, to fur and even the length he was almost able to tell the inches. It wasn’t at his sweet spot yet, but it was pushing it.
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