Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“The gear helps doesn’t it?” He said with a sly grin, still stroking the wolf’s harden member, pre making it all slick and shiny. His own hard on was aching to get out of the confines of his pants, but the gargoyle was going to let Chip do the honors of releasing his dick that was already creating a wet spot in his jeans. Once we felt like he had enough time to stroke the wolf’s red hood, Brooklyn curled his tongue around his member and began to suck him off.