#(Drake pls skngdfkgdffg )

[ducktales-wco-oo]

"You're mine." Welp- looks like someone's being posessive. With arms tightening around the porn star's torso, NegaDuck keeps the younger male in a strong hold, not intent to let go of him anytime soon.

- ✩ { @infinitexdarkwings } ✩

{ ☆ } ‘You’re mine.’ A phrase that should be troubling. Should elicit some form of indignation, spurned pride or creeping concern or anything to equate the feeling of Negaduck’s arms FIRMLY holding Drake in place. Ensuring that even if he wanted to, he couldn’t get away… And yet, it just sends a sense of satisfaction up his spine. A shiver coursing through the star’s body at the stern statement, feathers rippling in a snowy wave that curls a sly smirk onto his beak.

What can he say? It’s nice being desired… WANTED.

Strong arms holding him close rather than shoving him away? Yes, please. Content to remain securely in the older man’s embrace, lies lower halfway as he softly hums, hands deftly sliding across the other man’s arms in a teasing touch, giving them a small squeeze as he purrs,  ❝  Oh?~ Heh… Sounds like someone might be feeling a little- jealous…  ❞  

Perhaps it’s not the smartest idea to poke at Negaduck’s buttons, but Drake has never claimed to be the smartest of people. Nor has he been known to pass up a chance to rile up the possessive individual. With a warm body pressing against his own, words of want still echoing in his mind, and a subtle bond that Drake has been feeling growing in his chest for some time now— however delusional it may be —the cheeky star finds himself reciting as if reading from a script,  ❝  Penny for your thoughts, darling?~  ❞  { ☆ }