Since 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗮𝗺𝗽'𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆/𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳, 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒌𝒆 was not too miffed with the reader coming into Xan’s spare bedroom to see him. Lifetime movies playing on the fatback TV; candles about.
“Nab somethin’ from the cupboard fuh me?”
@savingrealities “Quit your whining, Panzyboy.” The former full-time vamp softly grinded his hips under the hero and he lightly placed his hands on the waist. “Forget the bar keep. You’re gonna str!p down, and you’re gonna get my dick wet first, yeah?”
@savingrealities “Bleh; weirdo. I can’t impregnate anybody, love. Nobody would want to make anotha’ one a’ you, anyway” He scrunched his face at the somehow-superhero.
@Bruce_Watched “May I…partake?” Why so formal of a response?
“not with my “down yonder”—but maybe what’s between my lips with what’s between your cheeks?” Why so cheesy?
@Bruce_Watched Xan’s eyes were directly on the voluptuous figure, admiring the curves and the mounds jiggling. He was then dead set on the pucker, well, puckering at him as the other allowed him a closer peek.
The handyman was already clearly getting excited where all men get excited.