You performed quite well. *Grins*

Happy Valentine's day, Rhage

I don't posture much, but fucking god damn, that male of mine is hella talented.

I could make you do a whole lot more than spit. *smirks*

*Grabs an apple from Fritz's stash on the counter and a few tootsie pops before heading to my room with a very naked Rhage*

Didn't know females could read with their breasts. *smirks*

Yo, Twatter, get your fucking shit together and start dishing the fucking notifications already.

*Rakes a hand over my skull trim*

Cowboy Rhage. Just doesn't have the right ring to it. *bites into an apple*

Glad those baby blues still work.

*smirks*

Next thing you know, he'll start flexing. And I'll start collecting eyes.. *growls low*

*eyes narrow, reaching for a blade and an apple*

How many times does a motherfucker have to block something before it remains blocked. *pins the bluebird to the nearest brick wall with a set of daggers*

*leaves a trail of leathers and black clothing from tbe door to the shower, knowing Rhage will follow and join once he hears the water running*

Fucking predictive text. Back. Not balls. *grunts and shifts to clasp my hands behind my back* No complaints.

*drags mine male back privacy*

*Snaps up a bag of tootsie pops and waits for the dragon*

When Rhage looks good enough to eat. #MINE

Happy New Year Rhage .