卂卩乇乂 ㄖ几乇丂卄ㄖㄒ丂 ☠︎

good dog , mirage {❤︎}

old draft

(y/n) pushes the darker man to his knees, watching him squirm. "good dog." (y/n) praises and elliott looks up and whimpers softly.

(y/n) pulls the l-star from his back, watching elliot shake his head profusely, "n-no,, (y/n)..." he whimpers.

"you know what happens to the l-star when it's runnin' too much?" (y/n) growls as he softly presses on the trigger, elliott watches the gun spin slowly.

"i-it overheats,,, (y/n), please,, i- i'll do-" elliot begs as the gun beams red. (y/n) hisses as he presses the hot gun against elliott's cheek, the man shrieks out, "(y/n)!! argh,, stop!"

(y/n) quickly tosses it to the side, "cute.." he cooes before finding his trusted re-45. the dominant male puts it in front of elliott's face, pushing it into his mouth.

elliot gags softly and licks around the barrel, gunpowder coats his tongue but he ignores it. his breathing turns heavy as he softly moans.

(y/n) chuckles, his voice has turned raspy. he eagerly watches the middle eastern man. "just wait when i force this up into you..." he mumbles and elliott seems to get harder by the thought.