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Ah, the classic pierced tongue. It added an entire new layer of pleasure to the kiss.
Tongues battling, his hands rubbing down Rufus chest, groping his pecks.
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โ โ โ Tail flicks madly behind him as he feels oversized tongue press itself against muzzle. Lucky for Cerberus, though. . . Rufus had a few tricks up his own sleeve.
That includes that pierced tongue. Pressing down HARD.
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Already a growl comes from Cerberus as he stomps closer, grabbing both of Rufus hands and pinning him to the wall.
BOOM , kisses across the lips.
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The two heads were enjoying the pits, slobbering across them, sniffing them.
Cerberus continued to spit into his mouth, swallowing any spit that came his way in return.
He moves one hand down, resting it against the raccoons massive bulge.
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โ โ โ Good boy, spit in his fuckin' mouth- and let him spit back up into yours.
Whole body squirms as he rocks himself forward, keeping Cerberus nice and close for him to sink fangs into lower lip. Tugging and yanking on it, hard enough to draw a bit of blood.
That's it, ->
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Pressing their bodies against each other more, chest to chest, bulge to bulge.
The hound starts to drool, an entire string going directly into his boyfriend's mouth.
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The twink mutt grabbed the raccoons hands and holds them up, allowing the two heads better access.
They both dug their heads under the shirt and quickly started to lap their tongues against the scruffy sweaty pit scruff. (+)
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Having two arms free means you can hold Rufus' own hands above his head -- showing off that nice, tan fluff.
They best get to licking and lapping, leaving Rufus a sweaty n' panting mess. . .
Get kinky, god damn it.-
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Once the jacket was off, the two greedy heads shoved their face against the sweat stained pits.
Breaking the kiss, licking his lips and smirking gently.
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โ โ โ If you chew it up, you're buying him one.~
Tongue clicks together as orange eyes burn bright embers. Half lidded, sweat on his brow, showing the much taller canine just why shorter guys like him can work some magic.
Fuck, getting him hard. . .
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The moans were soft and heated, the two of them sucking on each other's tongues.
Meanwhile, the two heads were on a side mission of their own. They both started to gently bite at the jacket and pull it up.
They wanted access to that smelly shirt.
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โ โ โ Such a big, fat tongue. Fuuuuck yeah. . .
The jacket is in the way of that trash-panda tanktop, overtaking the scent for the time it rests across his form.
All the while, pierced bead on his tongue presses into the center of Cerberus' own, hitting spots of pleasure.
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That's very true.
The other two heads were sniffing all over the place, getting closer to shoving their muzzles against his pits.
He continued to kiss his lips deeply, so much saliva swapping between the two.
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โ โ โ Heh, bet you'd love his scent. Three heads means you can kiss him AND have the other two clean under his arms.
Tail wagging faster as he wraps arms 'round sturdy shoulders, letting his fangs skim over fiery lower lips.