chip-of-ror:

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.

“Yep. Should be clear enough to go about unnoticed.” The wolf put an arm over the gargoyle’s shoulder cheerfully and led him through a side door leading outside.

The gargoyle put his arm over the gargoyles shoulder as well once they got out. The sounds of the city echoed into the night as the docks were empty which was great for them. “Nice night tonight, eh, chip?.” The moon was very much full and the weather was cool enough to not freeze out here.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

Chip’s face was still blushing hard, but the embarrassment he felt slowly began to fade. “Y-you’re not mad?” He stuttered with relief and slowly turned back to face Brooklyn. “Heh, I admit that sometimes I just can’t help myself. If you wanna stop then I understand… But if you wanna keep going I won’t object either. ”

He shook his head at the other. “Not really mad, but I’d…rather wait a bit longer before we keep going, Chip.” He gave a nervous chuckle with a rub to the back of his own head.

“No complaints here.” Chip simply smiled to his friend and shrugged his jacket back on. The two of them had only really known each other for a few days at this point, so it seemed wise to slow down with the intimacy.

“So what do you want to do, now? We got a few more hours before I need to head back to my place.” Unless asked, he wasn’t going to say he lives in a castle just yet.

“I’m not entirely sure.” Muttered Chip as he tried to think about what else they could do. “We could go for a walk up along the docks if you like. There’s never anybody around at this time of night.”

“Sure. That sounds sade to do around here. Plus by now the cops should be gone.” He smiled and started to walk towards the entrance to the place.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

Chip’s face was still blushing hard, but the embarrassment he felt slowly began to fade. “Y-you’re not mad?” He stuttered with relief and slowly turned back to face Brooklyn. “Heh, I admit that sometimes I just can’t help myself. If you wanna stop then I understand… But if you wanna keep going I won’t object either. ”

He shook his head at the other. “Not really mad, but I’d…rather wait a bit longer before we keep going, Chip.” He gave a nervous chuckle with a rub to the back of his own head.

“No complaints here.” Chip simply smiled to his friend and shrugged his jacket back on. The two of them had only really known each other for a few days at this point, so it seemed wise to slow down with the intimacy.

“So what do you want to do, now? We got a few more hours before I need to head back to my place.” Unless asked, he wasn’t going to say he lives in a castle just yet.

chip-of-ror:

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.

Chip’s face was still blushing hard, but the embarrassment he felt slowly began to fade. “Y-you’re not mad?” He stuttered with relief and slowly turned back to face Brooklyn. “Heh, I admit that sometimes I just can’t help myself. If you wanna stop then I understand… But if you wanna keep going I won’t object either. ”

He shook his head at the other. “Not really mad, but I’d…rather wait a bit longer before we keep going, Chip.” He gave a nervous chuckle with a rub to the back of his own head.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“Please, keep going.” The was starting to pant now, clearly overcome by the amount of pleasure this was giving him. His tail wagged the way an excited canine would do.

Once again the other laughed and went to scratch both his head and stomach, getting carefully deep on the others fur. “Someone’s excited.”

Chip was more than just excited, if Brooklyn were to look down he’d see the front of the wolf’s jeans were steadily growing tighter. Being touched in all his sweet spots never failed to heighten his arousal.

He didn’t notice the activity going on down below just yet as he kept on scratching the others head and stomach. When he was done there, he went to scratch the others back, getting an enjoyment on the others reaction. “If you want me to stop, tell me when and I’ll stop.”

“Trust me, I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. I’m liking this way too much to end just yet though. ” Chip let his arm slide out of his jacket sleeve and swung the other in front of him, exposing his back for Brooklyn to go wild on.

He got deep into the others back while not getting into his skin that would make it bleed. The gargoyle came back around the front until he saw the bulge. “Oh…”

Chip had been enjoying the little rub down so much that he had barely realised how carried away he had gotten. Upon noticing the other’s reaction, he broke out into a blush and quickly covered himself with the jacket he had shed before. “Uhhh… S-Sorry about that.” Chip stuttered sheepishly, turning his head away out of guilt.

He stared down at it for a few seconds then looked away when the others covered himself as he was trying to keep a straight face, not mad or anything. “No, no that’s alright, Chip. I mean, I wouldn’t have thought that would be such a turn on for you I didn’t even think. hehe…”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“Please, keep going.” The was starting to pant now, clearly overcome by the amount of pleasure this was giving him. His tail wagged the way an excited canine would do.

Once again the other laughed and went to scratch both his head and stomach, getting carefully deep on the others fur. “Someone’s excited.”

Chip was more than just excited, if Brooklyn were to look down he’d see the front of the wolf’s jeans were steadily growing tighter. Being touched in all his sweet spots never failed to heighten his arousal.

He didn’t notice the activity going on down below just yet as he kept on scratching the others head and stomach. When he was done there, he went to scratch the others back, getting an enjoyment on the others reaction. “If you want me to stop, tell me when and I’ll stop.”

“Trust me, I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. I’m liking this way too much to end just yet though. ” Chip let his arm slide out of his jacket sleeve and swung the other in front of him, exposing his back for Brooklyn to go wild on.

He got deep into the others back while not getting into his skin that would make it bleed. The gargoyle came back around the front until he saw the bulge. “Oh…”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“Please, keep going.” The was starting to pant now, clearly overcome by the amount of pleasure this was giving him. His tail wagged the way an excited canine would do.

Once again the other laughed and went to scratch both his head and stomach, getting carefully deep on the others fur. “Someone’s excited.”

Chip was more than just excited, if Brooklyn were to look down he’d see the front of the wolf’s jeans were steadily growing tighter. Being touched in all his sweet spots never failed to heighten his arousal.

He didn’t notice the activity going on down below just yet as he kept on scratching the others head and stomach. When he was done there, he went to scratch the others back, getting an enjoyment on the others reaction. “If you want me to stop, tell me when and I’ll stop.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“As am I, Brook.” The wolf opened his eyes and tried to suppress a whine when he felt the other’s claws working their way over his sides. “You don’t mind me calling you that, Brook. Do you?”

“I don’t mind.” He kept on scratching till he started going at the others stomach again. In a way he was really enjoying seeing the others reactions to his scratching. “Like that, chip?”

“Please, keep going.” The was starting to pant now, clearly overcome by the amount of pleasure this was giving him. His tail wagged the way an excited canine would do.

Once again the other laughed and went to scratch both his head and stomach, getting carefully deep on the others fur. “Someone’s excited.”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“Don’t stop now, you’re welcome to explore to your heart’s content.” The wolf goaded the gargoyle on, not wanting this sensation to end just yet. “As for what I can do, well I’ve got a great sense of smell. Not to mention excellent hearing too, in fact that’s how I first came across you in the junkyard yesterday. I heard you digging around in the scrap metal.”

He was exploring the others sides now, beginning to scratch the other gently. “That’s a very handy tool to have. For what it’s worth I’m glad I met you, Chip.”

“As am I, Brook.” The wolf opened his eyes and tried to suppress a whine when he felt the other’s claws working their way over his sides. “You don’t mind me calling you that, Brook. Do you?”

“I don’t mind.” He kept on scratching till he started going at the others stomach again. In a way he was really enjoying seeing the others reactions to his scratching. “Like that, chip?”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

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.

“There’s a lot we can do…” He grinned, simply standing in place and leaning his chest out more. The wolf’s torso was very clearly the product of hours of heavy lifting, with solid pectorals and a set of rock-hard abs that’d make anyone jealous. All these were covered by a trail of cream-coloured fur that stated at the wolf’s muzzle and ran down over his chest and stomach.

“Theres a lot gargoyles can do too, but tell me what else can you do?” He smirked, still feeling every crease and pec there was on the mutant, still loving the feeling of his fur as he used both hands this time. “For some reason I can’t get enough of his fur, Chip. It’s really nice.”

“Don’t stop now, you’re welcome to explore to your heart’s content.” The wolf goaded the gargoyle on, not wanting this sensation to end just yet. “As for what I can do, well I’ve got a great sense of smell. Not to mention excellent hearing too, in fact that’s how I first came across you in the junkyard yesterday. I heard you digging around in the scrap metal.”

He was exploring the others sides now, beginning to scratch the other gently. “That’s a very handy tool to have. For what it’s worth I’m glad I met you, Chip.”