Chow pulled the intoxicated Johnny into a hug while he slept. "Sorry, Johnny. Work ran late and I didn't want a couple of meteors crashing into the ROR house... please forgive me."
A drunken Johnny hardly had the right mindset to be angry, or even comprehend what the other had said, he just knew Chows scent from anywhere, instantly turning to accept the hug and cuddle against him. He had missed Chow, but the party and Booze had kept his mind from focusing on his missing boyfriend “mmhm” he hummed, burying his face into Chow’s fluffy chest.
"Italian… You seemed more like a French kind of monster." Chow commented as he worked on Johnny’s head fur. "What about your horns? How’d you get them so shiny?"
"ohhh Chow, I switch it up. Frence products are last season" He joked, he felt soap dripping from his head to his face, so he closed his eyes as he scrubbed his own chest. "I buffer and gloss my horns everyday.. It takes up pretty much any free time I have"
"I could do it for you. In an instant actually. Give you more free time to ride my dick." Chow smirked.
"heh, sure know how to flatter a guy" He smirked, looking back at Chow with bedroom eyes "I’d drop just about anything to ride that pleasure rocket of yours" he purred
"If you’re lucky, I’ll even polish them until you’re blinding bitches."
"But if they are blind how will they praise my good looks?" Johnny smirked "you’re welcome to polish them tonight if you wish"