givwe it to me.
[ OH LISTEN TO YOU MY EAGER BROTHER. DON’T WORRY, I AIM TO PLEASE. ]
A low purr escaped the trolls bound lips as he pressed against him, his bulge curling and prodding softly against the other. Damn. He just had to have clothing on, didn’t he? Pressing closer, skillful hands worked the button and the zipper off of Cronus’ jeans, soon working to shimmy them down. Pale eyes looked, endearing towards the seadwelling troll as the writhing appendage curled and ran up the lips of the troll underneath him’s nook.
[ DON’T WORRY. I WILL GO SOFT IF YOU NEED ME TO. ]
Alright. Even that slightly confused Kurloz. Since when did he go soft? Or easy? Or simple? Shaking his head he continued, not bothering to speak. Instead he removed one of his gloves and brought his hand to Cronus’ mouth, two fingers softly pressing against his soft lips.
[ SUCK THEM, SO WE CAN DO THE PREPARATION THE HUMAN WAY AND SO IT WON’T HURT TOO MUCH. ]












