The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

He balled his fists tighter, making a low noise. His rage was acting up again.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Are you well?" He asked, looking a little concerned.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He looked up again. "Mm. Yes. 'M foine."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He shook his head and went back to tending the smelter.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He just kept watching, his restraints all slowly failing. He didn't want to hurt him, but his blood called for him to be ruined.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You're staring again..." He said, "What's wrong with me that has such hard trained focus from you?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He didn't even hear Cas. He was too focused on his hips. He cracked. He moved over to Cas and grabbed at his hips almost greedily.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He gasped and looked back, almost alarmed, "Gh-Ghorrok?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Ghorrok simply growled under his breath and dug his fingers into his hips. Not in any threatening way.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He blushed darkly, "Wh-What the hell are you doing?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He merely grunted snd slowly pulled Cas' wide hips against him with a low exhale.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Oh. That's what was wrong. He became aroused and embarrassed. He didn't remember the last time he was intimate with anyone.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He huffed and wrapped both hands almost all the way around his slim waist, his breathing getting shorter.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He gave a weak moan, watching his massive hands nearly fully encompass his waist.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He snarled and his grip became a little tighter at that. He needed more of that.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He shivered gently and gave another moan, "Gh-Ghorrok...~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He grunted and snarled lowly and Cas suddenly felt something large and hot pressing against his thighs

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He blushed even more. He had no idea battle worked up Orcs this much. How thrilling.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"O-Oi.. can' 'old on much long'r, Cas.." he growled out.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Th...Then don't..." He muttered shyly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He huffed and gave a grunt and a firm tug as he pulled Cas' pants from his hips, his other hand still firmly on his hips.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He gasped and wobbled a bit, grabbing Ghorrok's arms to keep steady. Were they always so firm?

 

[Mr.Aznable]

His muscles were so well defined, and he moved to rub his asscheek, just watching his soft skin.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He shivered and moaned lowly, "Y-You can...put me against the work bench...i-if that's easier for you..."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He huffed and did just that, easily moving him and bending him over the work bench.