A Cap In Time
On a firm and manly morning, Dream sat on top of a pot. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His ass ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Ageant to love someone with a muscley pen?
Huskily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a tight large bottle, all on a summer's day. I wish my Ageant would kiss me, in his own hot way..."
"Do you?" Ageant sat down beside Dream and put his hand on Dream's tongue. "I think that could be arranged."
Dream gasped sexily. "But what about my muscley pen?"
"I like it," Ageant said softly. "I think it's gigantic."
They came together and their kiss was like a rainbow over a lesbian couple..
"I love you," Dream said roughly.
"I love you too," Ageant replied and licked him.
They bought a Lainana, moved in together, and lived lustfully ever after.