Den of Vipers

by K.A. Knight

“So what’s your evil scheme, Little Bird?” Diesel grins down at me. “We’re going to tattoo Garrett.” I smirk. He laughs. “How the fuck did you manage to convince him of that?” “Easy.” I snort as I get down and wink at him. “I have a vagina he wants to fuck. You going to help me or what?” “She also threatened to beat up my balls again,” Garrett calls. I nod seriously. “That too, this time with a frying pan, seeing as though I still don’t have my bat.” Diesel laughs. “You gotta stop beating people up, Little Bird. It’s easier to just kill them.” I wave that away. “Killing spree later, dick tattoos now.” “No fucking dicks,” Garrett yells, and I turn around and narrow my eyes. “I will do a dick if I want to do a dick,” I snap. He glares and goes toe-to-toe with me. “No. Fucking. Dicks. If I so much as see a goddamn dick on my skin, I will…” “Will what?” I prompt sweetly, trailing my hand down his chest to his dick and cupping it. “Well?” “Fair is fair,” he growls. “I will draw one on your face.” “You wouldn’t dare,” I seethe. “Try me.” He smirks. “I liked you better when you just grunted. Fine, no dicks, sit down,” I demand, letting go of his hard cock and stomping around him while he laughs. But then an idea hits me, and I beckon D closer as we debate what to draw. I lean in and whisper in his ear so Garrett can’t hear. “We’re going to sneak a dick in it, in the design space, he will never know.” “He’s going to murder you, I’m in.” He laughs.

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