there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
"What kind of an STI gives you thorns in your dick?" Ronin wonders with mild horror in his voice, obviously not catching the metaphorical nature of his husband's comment. "I guess we'll just have to run out of here every day and scare off the birds. Shouldn't be too many about in Deepfrost at least." He wonders if birds land on their Hollowed Grounds snow-dick, on his feet by now and reaching up to start to craft the head of the penis (after enhancing the vein, of course).
"No I did not. I will go looking for it later," he decides, before smirkng around their penis at Remi. "Just pretend this one is always being squeezed then," he quips. "Well, from what I recall from the sounds you were making when it did happen, it was well worth the wait. But I'll not drag it out again."
"No I did not. I will go looking for it later," he decides, before smirkng around their penis at Remi. "Just pretend this one is always being squeezed then," he quips. "Well, from what I recall from the sounds you were making when it did happen, it was well worth the wait. But I'll not drag it out again."
RONIN
