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Someone said possessive Vassago and my brain malfunctioned.
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“Aw, babe, don't be like that! As soon as the Chaz—”
“Ughhh, please stop referring to yourself like that!”
“—is back running and up, we can take care of you! I’m always here for seconds.” Chaz waggled his eyebrows, giving him a goofy, smarmy smile.
Andrealphus drummed his talons along his soaked naked thighs, the silken sheets pressed to his ass and the downy comforter blanketing his stomach.
He was comfortable in every sense, but he wanted to be uncomfortable.
Stuffed and screaming, that was the whole fucking point of this after his fit of rage when he wailed and stormed off from Vassago telling him literally anyone could fuck him as good as he did.
And, well, perhaps that wasn't true after all. Andrealphus was on the third strike of trying to find a lover as patient and persistent at taking him apart and putting him back together, and it hadn’t gone well for him.
But perhaps this night could still be salvaged with some clever maneuvering…