chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“W-what would that be?” He asks, panting hard once their lips parted again, feeling very heated himself, but not sweating like the wolf man on top of him. His eyes showed nervousness, but yet lust as he looked to Chip.

Chip looked straight down into Brooklyn’s eyes, sensing both his anxiety and desire. “It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing, Brook.” He whispered in a heavy, lust-laden voice. One of the wolf’s soft paws trailed it’s way sensually down the crimson beast’s lithe form, passing under the waist of his jeans to grope at the rounded rear that sat tucked beneath the gargoyle’s tail.

He moaned once he felt the other grope is rear underneath the jeans. “Show me what I’m missing, Chip…when you do…be gentle about it okay?” He said softly with small pants in between.

Leaning forward again Chip moved his head in closer to the gargoyle’s, his breaths warm and heavy against his skin. “I promise, Brook.” He said in a softer, more caring tone, then kissed his partner’s lips sweetly. As their warm tongues heatedly coiled and tasted over one another the wolf’s other paw moved along Brooklyn’s thigh to join his other hand in squeezing and groping that rear.

He let out another moan at both the kiss and the groping of his rear. His tail would once again coil then uncoil itself just for a pleasurable reaction sake. His hands would scratch the others back and head to give him a sense of pleasure that wasn’t aimed at their appendages being rubbed up against each other.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“W-what would that be?” He asks, panting hard once their lips parted again, feeling very heated himself, but not sweating like the wolf man on top of him. His eyes showed nervousness, but yet lust as he looked to Chip.

Chip looked straight down into Brooklyn’s eyes, sensing both his anxiety and desire. “It’s time to show you what you’ve been missing, Brook.” He whispered in a heavy, lust-laden voice. One of the wolf’s soft paws trailed it’s way sensually down the crimson beast’s lithe form, passing under the waist of his jeans to grope at the rounded rear that sat tucked beneath the gargoyle’s tail.

He moaned once he felt the other grope is rear underneath the jeans. “Show me what I’m missing, Chip…when you do…be gentle about it okay?” He said softly with small pants in between.

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.

“W-what would that be?” He asks, panting hard once their lips parted again, feeling very heated himself, but not sweating like the wolf man on top of him. His eyes showed nervousness, but yet lust as he looked to Chip.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“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.

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.

“I don’t know if it’s sexual talk or anything…but I love how went 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, tounge fighting for dominance as he continued to scratch the ithers head till the hands trailed to his neck and back. The gargoyle increased the friction between their members for much added pleasure.

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.

With a member as girthy or long as Chip’s own it was hard to miss. Each time their hot flesh rods came into contact he threw back his head and gave an involuntary moan. Both of the wolf’s hands were now feeling their way all over Brooklyn’s torso. grasping at his lithe frame and trailing through every crease in his somewhat defined muscles.

Brooklyn moaned at the touches Chip laid upon him and just by that with his hard member being active, his pre was just oozing almost like a barley turned on faucet. His own muscles weren’t as defined as Chip’s, but it was clear that this creature was toned to be very well strong like his clan in past generations. With this going on, he was hesitant to do this next action, but he leaned forward and kissed the others neck gently, maybe even licking it. “Damn your getting sweaty, dude…heheh…”

With Chip’s body internal body heat spiking it was no wonder he was sweating a fair amount. The fur around his chest and back was damp to the touch from all the perspiration. “Heh. Hard not to get all worked up with a guy as cute a you~” Chip’s heavy thighs were pinning down the gargoyle and moved in a steady motion, grinding their members hard and sending shocks of pure ecstasy through their quivering bodies with each touch.

He took in a deep breath when their members were being rubbed against eachother, leaving small twitches of his cock every now and then as this continues. He pulled the other closer in a kiss, scratching the others damp head hard just to show how intense he was feeling while pre was drenching his stomach.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 gargoyle was only slightly confused by the push down, but right when he got the hint of the others paw underneath his shirt and on his chest, he started to relax completely. His tail would curl up and uncurl itself every now and then as if they were in sync with his toes doing the same thing. In return the gargoyle brought his hand up to scratch the others neck gently and trail it down to his furry chest.

A shiver travelled through Chip’s body, inspiring a soft whine from the canine. He closed his eyes and took in the attention to his sensitive neck.

“Ahhh. Y-You catch on quick, don’t you?” Meanwhile fingers moved delicately over Brooklyn’s chest and stomach, exploring over every inch they could reach.

“Just thought I’d repeat an action I did earlier. Heheh…” He kept scratching the others neck and chest, going over to his head as he was letting out satisfying breaths of comfort and pleasure from Chip’s exploring. His own throbbing member may or may not be rubbing up against the others appendage or chest.

With a member as girthy or long as Chip’s own it was hard to miss. Each time their hot flesh rods came into contact he threw back his head and gave an involuntary moan. Both of the wolf’s hands were now feeling their way all over Brooklyn’s torso. grasping at his lithe frame and trailing through every crease in his somewhat defined muscles.

Brooklyn moaned at the touches Chip laid upon him and just by that with his hard member being active, his pre was just oozing almost like a barley turned on faucet. His own muscles weren’t as defined as Chip’s, but it was clear that this creature was toned to be very well strong like his clan in past generations. With this going on, he was hesitant to do this next action, but he leaned forward and kissed the others neck gently, maybe even licking it. “Damn your getting sweaty, dude…heheh…”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 gargoyle was only slightly confused by the push down, but right when he got the hint of the others paw underneath his shirt and on his chest, he started to relax completely. His tail would curl up and uncurl itself every now and then as if they were in sync with his toes doing the same thing. In return the gargoyle brought his hand up to scratch the others neck gently and trail it down to his furry chest.

A shiver travelled through Chip’s body, inspiring a soft whine from the canine. He closed his eyes and took in the attention to his sensitive neck.

“Ahhh. Y-You catch on quick, don’t you?” Meanwhile fingers moved delicately over Brooklyn’s chest and stomach, exploring over every inch they could reach.

“Just thought I’d repeat an action I did earlier. Heheh…” He kept scratching the others neck and chest, going over to his head as he was letting out satisfying breaths of comfort and pleasure from Chip’s exploring. His own trobbing member may or may not be rubbing up against the others appendage or chest.

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 gargoyle was only slightly confused by the push dowb, but right when he got the hint of the others paw underneath his shirt and on his chest, he started to relax completely. His tail would curl up and uncurl itself every now and then as if they were in sync with his toed doing the same thing. In return then gargoyle brought his hand up to scratch the others neck gently and trail it down to his furry chest.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

He saw the other lick his pre so he decided to do the same with Chip’s as he let go of the others member and licked what was left on his fingers. It was…interesting and yet he didn’t mind this taste at all. In fact, he wouldn’t mind trying a little more if given the chance too. Now that they were about to go to the bedroom, he stood up from his seat, his hard on still standing tall and leaking as he walked to the bedroom and sat on the edge, still wearing his leather gear as only his pants were down just by a bit to show off his hard appendage.

Chip watched as Brooklyn got a taste of Chip’s own precum, and discerned from the expression that he didn’t mind the flavour. Once he was alone, he stood up off the couch and began to dress himself, slipping on his jeans, chaps, jacket and gloves again. “Argh, this is uncomfortable.” He grumbled to himself in a low voice while trying to fumble with both his pants and the gargoyle’s loincloth he still wore. Finally taking the loincloth off, he held onto it and strolled towards the bedroom, leaning in a rather seductive pose against the door frame. “So, ready to have some fun?” Chip said with a suggestive grin, his member sticking out at full attention.

The seductive pose the other was pulling off indeed turn him on a bit more as if he wasn’t already attracted to the others posture. “Y-yes, Chip…” Even though his voice sounded a bit nervous, on the inside he was very much ready to experience this type of intimacy with the wolf man, leaning a bit back on the bed and eyed his hard member just standing right there in all it’s glory. Right now his own member was laying on his stomach, getting his white shirt obtain a few droplets of pre, but he didn’t seem to mind.