ᴺᴼ ‍ ᴹ͟ᴼ͟ᴿ͟ᴱ ‍ 𝗦𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗗.

──┄ ⁀ˋ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ¹͟⁸+ 𝗙𝗥𝗔͟𝗡͟𝗖͟𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗜͟𝗟͟𝗧𝗢𝗡 ᯓ 𝗦𝗔͟𝗜͟𝗡𝗧 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤 ﹠̲. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

sweet and gentle touchs serpent down the wrestler's body, from his ass, which seemed to be lucas newest obsession, until his throat, where they latched onto him. "hands behind your back" on this position lucas hands would be the only support he would get, getting fucked––

"thought so" he rubs the redenning cheeks, almost lovingly before walking around the room, as if taking all of the angles. "keep doing it, don't stop till i say so" going to his closet, taking a blue box with him and getting back to stand behind him.

"unless you want me to fuck you raw and unprepared" he smirks the tip of his dick smashing against him. it would be too easy to just slip inside. so easy that he is in fact, pressing the tip on the flesh ring.

he did thought about binding him to a coffe table and put a ring-gag on him so he could have easy access to any hole he desired, but seeing him humilliate himself by preparing to get dicked down? that's another kind of marvelous. growing impacient, spitting on his pucker.

"very well" he takes his feet off, crossing arms over his chest, but not before pulling the wrestler by the ankles so his hole is at the edge of the bed. "better make it a full show, pretty"