mastering the wolf
Markova didn’t mind the prosthetic. If anything, he loved it.. he loved Hayden with and without it. “That’s correct, pup.” Markova pursed his lips and pressed them between his lower lip and his chin. One hand came and raised the shirt he had allowed Hayden to borrow: it was twice his size, so it looked more like a dress than a shirt. The long fingers of the hellhound came to his cheeks, caressing the bare skin. “I was marking you. Your bussy is mine.” Using his thumb and the rest of his fingers, he parted the globes, he squeezed the bottle from his lower back, and squirted the fluid, more than was needed. It streamed down the crack, he closed the bottle quickly, and brought the hand to collect the lubrication from falling and become unused. Slowly, he began to smear it across the star and along the crease.
Hayden closed his eyes as he felt Markovas lips pressed to his chin. he still had his arms wrapped around Markova, arching his back a little bit more to press back his butt into the hellhounds big hands. "You possessive bitch.." he said with a smirk and moaned softly at the way Markova touched him, how he squeezed his butt and how he was caressing him. A shiver ran down his back as he felt the liquid running down his lower back and he bit his lip a little, enjoying the way Markova was touching him, how he was preparing him. "Mh.. should I take your shirt off? Or would you prefer me to keep wearing it so I'm all scent-marked by you?" He asked, his words almost a purr. He licked his lips slowly, looking back at the other male with a smile on his lips.














