[ They were definitely not made for dicks, hence the trouble keeping him in. He gasps at the slap, feeling how it spreads that heat in his body, ready for more, hungry for more. Just the thought of being fucked by Fjord is enough to make him moan, crawling on the bed and doing what he was told.
For a moment, at least. ]
Oil's right here.
[ He fishes it out from underneath the pillow. It's fancy, gold filigree on the bottle and a nice stopper. Smiling, he pours some on his fingers and puts one inside himself immediately, pushing the fabric to the side as he does. There's a little bow over his tail, keeping it on. ]
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For a moment, at least. ]
Oil's right here.
[ He fishes it out from underneath the pillow. It's fancy, gold filigree on the bottle and a nice stopper. Smiling, he pours some on his fingers and puts one inside himself immediately, pushing the fabric to the side as he does. There's a little bow over his tail, keeping it on. ]