Those hips. One of the many parts about Sammi that infatuated Jonathan, although he was also obsessed with the whole. That is to say, Sammi. "You know I always need to step things up."

Jonathan's body wastes no time giving the feline what they want: Warmth rested under their palm as Jonathan began to harden, his pants preventing his rod from gaining any sort of verticality. "Every day I would see a bench and think about our days in the park. Such wonderful days, those."

Yes. A definite yes.

"I've lost a bit of my edge without you around. A bit of my public tendencies too." A kiss for the feline along with a grope of their thigh.

Jonathan could care less about the smell. He loved Sammi's scent, down to the last PPM. "I've missed you."

Sighing as he tries to get a peek at Adams face. "I suppose you never truly do, but why would I be out to belittle you?"

"You're vocal, ten feet tall, and accented with gold." He's looking at him with a bit of sincerity and concern now. "So yes. it's a compliment."

More old works posted to my telegram art channel! Check it out! t.me/+Ao8kM2Tug6w...

"Who says you can't be of use here? I'm sure you'll find SOMETHING. Or, rather, something will find you." "You are rather hard to miss."

"Like? I've grown fond of being useful." Tapping his claws in sync with Adam against his chair, trying to match the exact tone.

He never knew that after death he could feel his heart beating, but of course, he had never been dead before. Anxiety? Excitement? Who knows. "Of course, my liege."

Although Adam is usually this....confident, something seems incredibly off. "What are you plotting, liege?"

Trying his hardest to be the best throne he can be.

"For most of my waking life, I was a soldier. Eventually, the need for men like me was supplanted by armored vehicles, and I slipped into a life of peace and comfort." Eyes track Adam like a predator would prey. "So yes."

It seems word of mouth had spread, and he had become known for his love of history. Which he doesn't hate! In fact, he's quite grateful that people think of him when they see antiques. Jonathan opens the door for Reed and carefully guides him inside, closing it behind him. "Ah yes! May I see?"

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Ready for this ⠀⠀⠀⠀'𝗱𝗼𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗲' .ᐣ ⠀

"Why is everything about sex nowadays." He seems pleased, in his own odd way, that Adam finds the situation humorous. "I am, no pun intended, dead serious."

"Go ahead. Beat me till your heart is content. Afterwards we can go along with the rest of your day. Which you'll have to fill me, your new servant, in on. Old habit, don't question it."

"What a turnaround! I've pleased you, and now I've earned your wrath. What shall I do to satisfy you, truly?"

"There isn't a comedic bone in my body, liege. You can check if necessary."

"At first I was, but it's quite fun confusing you. So now I am content."

Jonathan has plenty of clothes to spare, although they might be incredibly ill-fitting.

Is there anything that can be done to help?

Would he say he feels naked?

Featherless and a biped! Indeed, a man.

"As you wish, liege." Kissing the ground behind him once more before rising. "Satisfied?"

I love how you can tell which one of them is, in fact, the murderer of his brother. These designs are nice fr though. ]]

Jonathan does as is expected of him, placing a soft kiss on the ground behind the goat. "Anything else, oh liege."

I just realized why Adam, in the HH show, loves ribs. ]]

Do you wish for me to kiss the ground you walk upon? Look around. But, your wish is my command.

It seems I am right where I belong then. Curious. No, I don't think I do.

I suppose it is now, considering. No, it's Jonathan. I'm here because I was a murderer, although it seems I'm a bit of a liar.

No.

Bitches. You said so yourself.

Jonathan smirks and shakes his head, trying to forget about his past (even IF some bits of it were funny). What he cared about was the here and now, more specifically what was sitting in front of him right then. The future of this world, and what would be left if he were to pass from this plane.

"The Sky", as is typically said.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝒀𝑶𝑼┈ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝓢𝑾͟𝑬͟𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑹 . . .ᐟ ⠀

As much as he hates to admit it, yes, it is HIS month.

If Morris did end up taking it out on Pierce, all he would have to do is let Jonathan know. Jonathan wouldn't hurt Morris, of course, but he would talk to him in that very stern way he did giving seminars and such. "Of course I didn't snitch on you. Besides, I've done worse."

Yes, like the many that Maito already has all over his body. Including but not limited to his shoulders, hips, thighs, butt, and neck. Does he want even more marks?

Jonathan tries to hold back a giggle once he hears that it was indeed Pierce who had been behind Morris' misery. Jonathan has no qualms against Morris, but according to many of his students Morris might have had it coming. And for it to be Pierce of all people...

⁠✧ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙍𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙄𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 "𝘎'𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢!"

Keep!]]

No, he will not bite you! His teeth alone will tear you to shreds, let alone the strength of his jaw. ... That's part of the allure, huh?

┏━━━━━━ ☽•◦இ•◦☾ ━━━━━━━━━━┓ ~ⱠØVɆ~ ĐɆ₴łⱤɆ~ ₱₳₴₴łØ₦~ ~𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿~ ~𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳~ ~ 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴~ ┗━━━━━━ ☽•◦இ•◦☾ ━━━━━━━━━━┛

Jonathan whined as the gator complimented him, his throat filled to the brim with gator rod as his tailed wagged furiously behind him. Eventually he forces himself away from that gator meat, his mouth dripping with slobber as he looks up at the other with loving eyes.

Jonathan gently clamps down on the side of his length, applying pressure and friction with his tongue as he traces along it towards the tip. Once he's there at the tip he rests it upon his tongue, grabbing it with one of his paws and smacking it against his tongue before.... Poof. It's inside >

Jonathan doesn't even give him an answer before he's slipping down on his knees, snout pressed gently against the area between his shaft and sack. Taking in a good whiff before he gently begins sucking on the side of his base, sucking one of his testicles down his throat.