#who also now canonially has a horse c-*gunshot*

[crimson-phantom-designs]

WIP Wednesday! I plan to throw down little snippets each week as I work on the overhaul of Fox and the Rose.

Uh... the overhaul section of chapter 4 has gotten, well, spicy. Enjoy. It has definitely been split in two separate chapters now being their spice filled it up to 16k so far. 😵‍💫🫠

Snip below the cut.

Revised Chapter 4; Be Mine

At hearing his name roll off that distressed smoky cadence, Francis groaned low and only took the swell in deeper as his fingers drove a brutal pace. Ramming again and again into Ebenezer's prostate on each pass, the slick sound wrought absolute debauchery echoing in his ears before Ebenezer's rise crashed like a bolt of lighting immediately thundering out of him like a surging storm. He cries out, hips jolting up, thighs shaking as his cock erupt ropes of silky spend into Francis' throat. With satiation, Francis' swallows it and keeps sucking him down like he’s consuming fresh caught oysters so recherché in their briny, mineral sweet flavor. A decadent sovran he continues to indulge until the oversensitized peak screams in the flesh below through trembling vibrations, but even then, only after this esquisite essence is siphoned dry.

Limp and gasping, Ebenezer's heart crowds his throat as his vison fades to sparkling blankness, his every sense tingling sharp. His chest heaves with glistening sweat shimmering the downy hairs along his chest and damp over his forehead. Francis sits up as he slides his fingers out of him slow while Ebenezer twitched with a weak whine at both the loss and sting of it after while Francis rocked back on his heels to look down on him, a wolfish gleam of achievement sharpens at the display he's made.

Francis' stare is dark and hungry, one hand comes up to wipe the glistening slick from his mouth as the other gently cradles his own neglected member. Ebenezer can barely think but keens weakly as he watches the tower of a man loom over him. He put a hand around Ebenezer's throat, thumb stroking his Adam’s apple as Francis stalked closer.

Ebenezer's lips part automatically as that gap is closed, and Francis chased his hot breath inside. A tongue breached past teeth to lick inside his mouth as Ebenezer curiously taste thick, sweet salinity surrounding the masculine spice of mind fuzzling musk. The sharp heat of it permeate a masterful charge that made his eager body curl heat inside him again.

“Do you taste yourself?” Francis rasped low like the hiss of a viper painting its venom on his tongue.

Ebenezer shivered, a deep noise rattled out of him before his wild stare made contact. His hands soar up and cling to Francis' shoulders for leverage as he ferverously lanch forward, seeking more from this kiss.

The taste of himself on Francis' lips, teeth, and tongue spread a static drunken flurry like the intoxication of a drug to alter his mind. He lets it. Welcomes it. His fingers flutter along the broad shoulders as he wants *more*.

Meanwhile, Francis stilled and only let him explore, studing with taste, touch, and sight. This wasn't just kissing. This was Ebenezer showing him exactly how he felt about him and the euphoric bliss given to him in ways he was too shamed to speak. In ways he clearly never had or thought he ever would. Ebenezer skirred in a frantic manner over him with lips and fingers like he wanted Francis ingrained in his memory. To be left in his hide like marks from a branding iron that's ache remained long after.

It was a dangerous malleable display of despirate urgency that's chemistry screamed need to be rucked over a fire to fulfill. What's desire to, sent a hot, predative urge through Francis like craving water during a drought. To offset that delicate openess and scunner danger's edge would taste just as sweet. Alike the smooth, briny nectar still lingering on his tongue, Francis intend to quench that impulse to his greedy fill as any creature would...