But what truly cements his legend is the weight hanging between his thighs. Raze is hung monstrous: a fat, heavy cock that swings when he walks, thick-veined and almost obscenely long even soft, paired with massive balls that sway like they’re trying to announce him before he speaks. The scent he gives off when aroused fills the air with a hot lupine musk that coils through the dim bar haze like a challenge, drawing curious stares, flushed cheeks, shaky breaths. He knows the effect he has. He leans into it shamelessly. Raze fucks like he fights—slow at first, savoring the tension, then relentless, hips pounding with deep, heavy thrusts that make the bedframe scream or the bar bathroom door rattle in its hinges. He growls against shoulders, napes, throats, the sound a low rrrrrrgh that vibrates through the body he’s pinning. He likes taking his time, dragging his thick length against sensitive spots until his partner whimpers, then driving in deeper with a grunt when they start begging. Every climax from him hits like a flood, hot and forceful, his whole massive frame shuddering with a guttural hnnngh. Yet beneath all that savage swagger is something strangely gentle. Raze holds his partners steady afterward, huge hands cradling them with surprising care, nose nuzzling into sweat-damp skin while his still-hard cock twitches slowly against their stomach or thighs. He protects what’s his, both inside the bar and in his bed, loyal to the ones who can handle him and bold enough to want more. Under the crackling neon lights, with smoke curling around his silhouette and the smell of liquor and sex thick in the air, Raze Blacktooth stands as the dive bar’s undisputed king of heat, hunger, and raw, overwhelming pleasure.