#bolin-002

[castor-foskey]

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“Ask me nice an’ maybe I will,” he teased, tilting his head to further expose his neck and the sensitive scent glands that lay beneath the surface. Bolin felt so damn good inside him, forcing his body to take cock like it was made for it, and Castor couldn’t help the little noises that escaped him with every well-aimed thrust. 

“Fuck - so good, sir.” 

[castor-foskey]

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“Fuckin’ hell,” he laughed breathily, shivering as their new position drove Bolin’s cock into him at just the right angle. It was a bummer he couldn’t see the other wolf’s face, but the pleasant strain in his thighs and the bolts of pleasure that shot through him with every thrust more than made up for it. Bolin’s rut had turned out to be quite the endeavor, Cas could feel the exhaustion right to his bones, but he hadn’t been this blissed out in ages and for that he’d gladly keep going until the other Alpha tired himself out. 

“’s good for you?”