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Enos and Uncle Dis RP

"You got it baby!" Nelson took Randy's face in his hands and kissed his lips, sliding his tongue between them and running it over Randy's pointed teeth.
 
As promised, Randy didn't pull away. In fact, though he didn't outright return the kiss, he accepted it gladly. He was pretty sure Baby wouldn't approve, but she hadn't necessarily said no kissing--and it had been so long...
 
Nelson swiped his tongue along Randy's taking the time to explore his mouth before he finally drew away, "Mmmm mmm, that was good, just try an tell me it wasn't!" said Nelson.
 
And indeed it wasn't, Nelson soon saw him at work again and he skipped over to him, "Oh! Look who it is!"
 
Nelson bent closer, "Whatcha doin? Gonna be opera music with those rubber gloves?"
 
"No," sighed Randy. "No more opera music any more," he muttered with a frown. "Just that." He pointed to a large black form in a nearby garden.
 
"Shadowbear," said Randy as the black shape lifted its head, showing a pair of glowing white eyes. It sniffed at the air, growled, and went back to rooting in the garden. Randy motioned for Nelson to keep his distance as he approached with nothing but his gloved hands ready to confront the beast.
 
Nelson watched with bated breath, his hand beginning to creep towards the waist of his pants....
 
Meanwhile, Randy crept up on the shadowbear and grappled it. It swung its claws at him, roaring and gnashing its ghastly teeth as he straddled its shoulders and attempted to wrap his legs around its thick neck. It threw him to the ground, he kicked it in the mouth, and so the fight continued until Randy had gotten a good hold of the creature and strangled it to death.
 
Nelson's hand worked furiously inside his pants as he watched Randy grapple that shadow bear, how muscular he looked! How MANLY it all was! He moaned long and loud, not caring about the passing pedestrians who moved to the other side of the road to shoot him dirty looks...
 
Randy was also enjoying his work, and with a growl he twisted the bear's head clean off its shadowy neck. He raised it high in the air and let out a triumphant screech as flecks of purplish blood rained down into his hair and onto his face.
 
Randy turned his attention toward him, trophy still raised above his head. "Enjoyin' the show, sug'?"
 
Nelson nodded and continued to rub himself, "Oh...oh baby you gotta do somethin'! I'm burnin up here!" he begged.
 
Randy grinned and approached him with the bear head. He dipped his fingers into the opening of the dead creature's throat and swiped them over Nelson's face, smearing him with blood. "Howzat?"
 
Nelson cried out and climaxed immediately, spilling himself onto Randy's pants.
 
"Nelson, Nelson Torrence," Nelson panted, not bothering to retrieve his pants, "I done made a mess on you..."
 
Without looking away from Nelson's face, Randy reached down to wipe a gloved finger through said mess and then stuck it into his mouth. After licking away the mix of fluids, he flashed Nelson another grin, tucked the head beneath his arm, and began walking home. The invitation to play was clear. He'd promised to try, and try he would--for that was all part of the game now.
 
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