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charisstomaTitle: Plans
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Word count: 349
"Okay, I've met him now. He's a brat." Silas said, “and so’s his Grandfather.”
Nick sighed and applied himself to what or rather who he was doing; obviously he wasn’t working hard enough.
“You’d think his grandfather would be concerned about the effects of his grandson on the other plane.”
“I think that Assembly Chancellor Shelbiel is blind to any deficiencies in his grandson,” Nick paused in his applying and got a growl for his non-applying, “probably on purpose.”
“Hmmmm,” Silas rotated his ass trying to get Nick’s cock in an advantageous position so he could do it himself. “Maybe we need to take another angle on this.”
Nick moved just enough to brush the spot where Silas wanted him and stopped. “Such as?”
The resulting growl was tinged with growing frustration but Silas through gritted teeth answered, “You say that I’m attractive. Maybe I can work with that and get our young demon brat to listen and realize that he may be causing his possible future mate harm.”
“We could do that. It might even work,” Nick mused. “How exactly are you planning on using your attractive self on getting Jazak to listen?”
“I’m not an idiot. You’ll be close and nothing is going to happen. I do not prey on the young or for that matter the old…. How old are you again?” Silas grinned as Nick growled and then he moaned as Nick slipped over that spot hard. “More. More of that.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Pleeeeease.” Silas yelped, “YES,” as Nick reapplied himself and so began a litany of yesyesyesyes.
Arranging a limp, satiated, still impaled deeply Silas atop himself, Nick asked, “Now how are you planning to get Jazak to listen to you?”
Groaning and lifting his head to let it plop back onto Nick’s chest, “I’ll think of something.”
“As long as you remember than you are mine,” Nick growled grasping Silas’ ass possessively and earning a weak snorted laugh.
“It would seem so considering the hard evidence… at least for now,” and Silas dropped his head back onto the wide hard chest below him.
Master List - http://charisstoma.dreamwidth.org/1302810.html
Follows : Team Building
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 349
"Okay, I've met him now. He's a brat." Silas said, “and so’s his Grandfather.”
Nick sighed and applied himself to what or rather who he was doing; obviously he wasn’t working hard enough.
“You’d think his grandfather would be concerned about the effects of his grandson on the other plane.”
“I think that Assembly Chancellor Shelbiel is blind to any deficiencies in his grandson,” Nick paused in his applying and got a growl for his non-applying, “probably on purpose.”
“Hmmmm,” Silas rotated his ass trying to get Nick’s cock in an advantageous position so he could do it himself. “Maybe we need to take another angle on this.”
Nick moved just enough to brush the spot where Silas wanted him and stopped. “Such as?”
The resulting growl was tinged with growing frustration but Silas through gritted teeth answered, “You say that I’m attractive. Maybe I can work with that and get our young demon brat to listen and realize that he may be causing his possible future mate harm.”
“We could do that. It might even work,” Nick mused. “How exactly are you planning on using your attractive self on getting Jazak to listen?”
“I’m not an idiot. You’ll be close and nothing is going to happen. I do not prey on the young or for that matter the old…. How old are you again?” Silas grinned as Nick growled and then he moaned as Nick slipped over that spot hard. “More. More of that.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Pleeeeease.” Silas yelped, “YES,” as Nick reapplied himself and so began a litany of yesyesyesyes.
Arranging a limp, satiated, still impaled deeply Silas atop himself, Nick asked, “Now how are you planning to get Jazak to listen to you?”
Groaning and lifting his head to let it plop back onto Nick’s chest, “I’ll think of something.”
“As long as you remember than you are mine,” Nick growled grasping Silas’ ass possessively and earning a weak snorted laugh.
“It would seem so considering the hard evidence… at least for now,” and Silas dropped his head back onto the wide hard chest below him.
