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20 January 2006 18:18![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thewolfinsideSomeone was having a bad day.
The first sign had been the remote hitting the wall and shattering. Parts of it were embedded in the plaster, the rest scattered on the floor below. Followed shortly by the sound of the refrigerator being kicked shut and bottles clinking. Then footsteps echoing down the stairs to the lower level.
Soon the sound of a rather angry game of pool being played could be heard.
The first sign had been the remote hitting the wall and shattering. Parts of it were embedded in the plaster, the rest scattered on the floor below. Followed shortly by the sound of the refrigerator being kicked shut and bottles clinking. Then footsteps echoing down the stairs to the lower level.
Soon the sound of a rather angry game of pool being played could be heard.
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Date: 22 Jan 2006 02:32 (UTC)And then another cry, a scream that started not from the man but the beast and carried on as if in echo. His release hard, painful and yet exactly everything he needed as he spilled himself onto the floor.
"Fill me. Come on, pup, fill my ass."
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Date: 22 Jan 2006 05:10 (UTC)Growling, his nails clawing down Gabe's chest and biting his back, hips jerking as he fills Gabe's ass with his spunk then collapses on his back.