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@TedRed37: Those are goat people dumb B I T C H!

@KingGael: RUDE

@CreepiCrawliBoi: I hope he has a fluffy tail.

@ArtistGaiMai: DOES HE? *runs away to add that to my art of the boys*

@KingGael: Of course he has a tail. Jack NEEDS something to grab when he’s cracking him open.

@JackFanEdits: Jack ain’t cracking anything. Love for my boy but have you seen Deer Daddy? Giant BEAST.

@PumpkinGurl69: Bet he’s a beast in the sheets!

@JackFanEdits: He can be a beast in my sheets. Hell, I’ll take both boys. Gimme those monster

@KingGael: Jack has that Short King Supremacy. He’s bending Goliath over and showing him the WHOA factor.

Jack turned off his phone, realizing the thread of comments only continued getting more extreme.

“Humans are quite insatiable.”

“Sluts, all of ‘em,” Jack said with a smirk.

“I would like to test this short king supremacy,” Dimitri teased, adjusting his position so he could wrap his arms around Jack’s waist.

“I never said a thing about being king.” Jack’s cheeks burned as Dimitri moved in closer.

“No? You do not wish to challenge Goliath?” Dimitri nuzzled his face into the crook of Jack’s neck, while also tickling Jack’s sides with his sharp nails.

Jack cackled, trying to break free, but Dimitri towered over him, pinning him beneath the couch as the two playfully wrestled. It didn’t take long for Dimitri to overpower Jack, to pin his hands above his head, and trap his legs between Dimitri’s thick thighs. And yes, Jack could’ve broken free. He could’ve called on his shadows to loosen Dimitri’s grasp, to fling him across the room, to showcase the short king supremacy he knew nothing of. Instead, Jack used the shadows to remove his pumpkin mask.

They both panted a bit as Jack wriggled against Dimitri’s hold. Not enough to break free, but enough to fuel the embers of their playful fighting a bit longer.

“You are gorgeous.” Dimitri pressed his lips to Jack’s, kissing him passionately.

Jack lost himself to the smack that he almost didn’t feel the bite of teeth as Dimitri pulled away. Soon they found themselves grinding against each other, lips locked in a make-out session, and Jack swooned every time Dimitri bucked against him with his throbbing cock. Oh, how Jack wanted to pull away from the sweet kisses and work his way down Dimitri’s strong body.

He wanted to kiss every muscle from Dimitri’s chest to his abs, then he wanted to rip off Dimitri’s pants and lick his shaft, tease the head of his cock, and swallow him whole.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Jack moaned.

Astaroth’s bark completely killed the moment. The demon dog approached, his tail wagging.

“It is time for my morning walk,” Astaroth announced. “I crave the scents of the wilderness.”

“They are always the same,” Dimitri groaned, pulling away from Jack.

“Not true, they shift with the winds, and I must investigate.”

“Dude, you could literally take yourself for a stroll,” Jack said, desperately hoping Astaroth would take the hint.

“That is not part of my routine,” Astaroth explained. “I am to be escorted by the Leshy servant.”

“He’s not your servant,” Jack said, frowning deeply at Astaroth.

In fact, Jack was so enamored by Dimitri, it only just now registered that his pumpkin mask was off in front of Astaroth. Not that the dog paid much attention to such things, but it was the smallest of signs that Jack was growing more comfortable in his own skin. Even if his skin was dreadful.

“Come now, simple peasants, I seek my morning walk,” Astaroth demanded. “You two can succumb to your carnal pleasures at a later point.”