ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ㅤㅤㅤㅤsᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ . ㅤ

his ass jiggles alot whenever he thrusts his hips .

https://t.co/yEjkrbEJu6

showering. alone.

his eyes are up here .

@RobustSavoy two big, hunk of a men stroking their dicks together in the public showers . they’re having a . . . silly competition where the person who comes first loses .

still sleeping . snoring loudly .

🎨 icartgen

him and his distracting morning wood.

/ repliess and interactions laterrr!

viktor will be moving back into his country and mordecai still has business left in the lackadaisy that will either render him dead or out of commission . it’s not an end that he hoped, but this was enough . “your . . . vound, first . fix it . “

that small delicate paw can barely wrap around his rough, dirty, and veiny hand . viktor looks away, avoiding the other’s gaze whilst still allowing mordecai to hold him . he nods . just tonight and nothing more . once the sun rises they will never see each other again . —

stepping back . he fixed his collar and wiped his maw . clearing his throat . “ i need to leave naow . “ huff, huff .

panting, their warm, foggy breaths keeping each other warm . he nipped at mordecai’s neck, giving it more grace and little kisses . he shouldn’t, he thought . he never forgave him . but just this once, they were back to the past . and then he stopped, pulling away and —

viktor interrupts him with a kiss, tilting his head for their maws to fit . he needed to hunch down just for their heads to be at an equal length . fiddling with mordecai’s apparel . the sounds of leather and cotton shuffling together as they make out . they take turns —

he says in between kisses, heavy breaths pouring onto mordecai’s face and neck, warming him up from the cold blood that was drawn earlier . he pulls away and kisses his chin, tracing it down to his neck . his tongue rolls out, swiping against that crimson red .

that’s when a decision was made . he pulled mordecai close, their maws pressing together . his arms wrapped around around him, tight, wrinkling that tuxedo and his uniform below . his mouth savors the taste he always used to be able to get back then . “ vant you . “ —

rather make an attempt than leave it like that , a mess . viktor remains silent , as if ignoring the question . his eyes were set on the ground and he was barely putting effort into keeping mordecai against the wall . once the slovak gets a glimpse of heller’s eyes —

attempt to clean the blood . it only ended up smeared against that rich black coat of the other . a fitting look, considering their work in the past . his paw still has mordecai pinned in the wall, but he’s looking away, thinking, deciding . “ do you vant this ? “

that claw stays, deeper and deeper, blood leaking out and painting that white sharp nail with that luxurious red , the same color that gushed out of his knee . he shakes his head, gritting his teeth before finally unsheathing it and wiping the cat’s throat in an •

but viktor was too focused on his own pain . he slams him on a wall, pinning him down for him to be unable to make any movements . viktor unsheates a claw on his finger and presses it deep on mordecai’s throat, drawing blood . “ vhat do you want from me ? “