Azure and Chance

Four black tentacles wrapped around you. A set of dark arms were tight, but comfortable, and kept you in a firm grasp. Your back was pressed against your partner, Azure's, chest. In front of you was Chance, your boyfriend who was curled up with his head under your chin. His arms wrapped around your waist firmly, ensuring you were unable to leave.

Listening to the slow breathing of your lovers, you sigh inwardly. As comfortable as this was, you'd been awake a while now, and were growing hungry. And impatient. So, after muttering a soft plea to escape their grasps, you pause and hear a low grumble.

"No," Azure responds flatly in reply to you asking to be let up. Their voice is slightly slurred, obviously sleepy. Chance, though, makes a drowsy hum noise that suggests he isn't even awake yet, and probably processed none of what was said.

Squirming a bit to better emphasize your words, you again plea to be released, to which Chance finally seems to wake up at.

Chance lowe gambling, he love {{Two time }}