Lone Wolf (Legoshi x Reader)

20: Those Eyes

Those eyes...

That's when he noticed he was stiff and probably capable of ejaculating right then. He moved onto just playing with his balls, letting his cock stand there against his belly, prick-tip stretching nearly to his navel.

He thought he had nice balls. Furry. Firmer now that they knew what was up. He squeezed them carefully.

Bill always talked about this licking things... Where would she lick? Can a bunny lick?

Gradually his cock drifted back into a half-hard state, a bit limper, and he began to play with it again. He desperately wanted to fantasize about Haru, but it wouldn't work. Every thought came to a dead end. Just lightly, a tease, fingers up and down his shaft, barely grazing his cockhead.

Canids groom each other. Sometimes they'll offer to groom me during biology hour... Do I need to be groomed down here?

Two minutes and his hips were moving about restlessly. Again, if he had wanted to, it would have taken just another minute or two to launch himself, but he let his prick gradually lose its hardness. This time he ran fingers up and down his inner thighs, big thick hairy thighs. Doing the same thing as he wished a certain other canid would do to him to drove him crazy with desire. Those eyes. He couldn't shake those eyes. Maybe they were thinking about this. Maybe they were filled with lust; not empty.

Back to his dick again, just a few touches and it was excruciatingly hard. He felt his thighs start to ache and the desire to pant overwhelmed him.

Do I groom her back? Do I groom her everywhere?

His dick was jumping around, just with the excitement of getting someone else aroused. He couldn't stay in the shower too much longer; but he couldn't go back into the room, aware of his excited cock between his legs. Felt good.

He rubbed lightly, taking his time. Perhaps it was less of a teasing pleasure and more of a fear of what happened next. Sure, he had woken up with the results of a dream he didn't remember splattered against his leg, but this time, he would see it in action. His hips were pushing up with each touch, his cockhead straining for the slightest contact with his slippery fingers. He teased himself silently.
He put one hand under his balls, gently squeezing, pulling, fondling. The other hand went up and down his shaft, his thumb pushing on the "v-notch" on the underside of his prickhead. He found that he loved that area. Up and down, he picked up speed. His legs were ram-rod stiff, toes spread and tense. He felt the first pulse from his dick like an earthquake and gripped just under his cockhead-ridge with one hand, strangling it. He wasn't ready. But it was going to happen anyway. As he gelt the second pulse, his body exploded before him, taking over his mind with an awkwardly loud moan.