Make A Deal With The Bad Wolf

"We'd have to stay here for days," Jag agreed, his breath slightly shorter now, and he smiled again to punctuate that clearly horrible idea, thumbnails grazing over Val's nipples. "I reckon - there's more food stocked than for just one breakfast? Wouldn't ever have to set foot outside." He chuckled, and moaned at a particularly lovely stroke. "Not unless we wanted to christen the grounds, too, fuck," and he was kissing Val again, forcing himself not to push him to pick up the pace, since he was hoping to last more than thirty seconds.