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Kay adjusted how he lay across the bed, putting more of his weight onto his other arm and side, controller held close against his chest. His ears remained fixed forward towards the TV sitting atop the dresser there, though they flicked over every now and again at the sounds of the button presses or clicking of the thumbsticks from the striped hyena beside him, sitting cross-legged with his short, brushy tail wrapped close around his rump. It flicked and twitched every now and then - usually, Kay noticed, whenever the hyena leaned in to fire off a headshot in the game they played.

It made him smile a little bit, and made his own tail stir beside him. That was another reason he had rolled over onto his other side - so that Shekh wouldn't notice the little wags.

After a little while longer the hyena straightened up, sighed, and leaned back as well, unfolding his legs from beneath him and letting his elbows bounce back against the pillow. "Man," he said, with a glance to the mountain wolf beside him, "I'm really glad we have Monday off. I've really been looking forward to playing this game."

Their high school maintained a pattern of giving the students at least one day off a month, usually relegated to whatever holiday was actually in that month. Every now and then, though, there was none, so instead the calendar just read a simple faculty maintenance, and this coming Monday was indeed one of those.

Kay took the chance during the next loading screen to scratch at an itchy spot above his hip. "Especially with exams coming up."

"Pff. I haven't been studying."

"You haven't?"

"No!" Shekh straightened up further, letting his controller drop into his lap so he could pose. "I never do. And I still make straight A's."

"Except for calc."

"Yeah. Except for calc. So I dropped."

"God." Kay rolled over a little further so he could better see the hyena. Shekh's bed was only a full size, after all, and the two couldn't quite comfortably sit side to side at the head; when they hung out like this one of them usually lay down like Kay now, or sat along the edge, or just flopped down to the floor at the foot. "Also, hasn't this game been out for, like, a month now?"

"Yeah." Shekh nodded towards the screen again and picked his controller back up. The sound of the in-game gunfire beginning caught Kay's attention and shifted his focus back as well. "I wanted to wait for you, though. We said we'd play it together.

There was no hiding the wag from him that time. Shekh glanced down out of the corner of his eye and returned the wolf's little smile before looking back to the screen again. Both boys being in their senior year meant that they could have not one but two free periods during the weekly schedule: while Shekh gladly took both off in the afternoons so that he could leave by lunchtime, Kay spent one of his in the library as an assistant. This week just happened to line up so that they both had theirs at the same time, meaning that the wolf offered to drive them back to the hyena's place for the weekend. The school buses didn't run until the end of the regular day, of course, and Shekh hadn't yet gotten his license. His dad had just given him his old car for his birthday earlier in the month, though.

Kay never really minded giving him a ride, though, so it worked out.

So far they had spent their early weekend doing exactly this: constantly shifting how they each sat on the bed while playing through this new game, third in one of Shekh's favorite series, a fun fast-paced sci-fi shooter. As much as he claimed to have played the previous installment in the series, though, he wasn't very good: Kay continually had to run over and revive him, to the point where Shekh couldn't help but toss his head back and make a noise halfway between an exasperated groan and a laugh. Once the hyena's mother had arrived home from work earlier in the night they had temporarily taken a break to head out and get food - Shekh still had the mostly-empty fries resting against his thigh - and then had promptly returned to their cave to get back to it.

Eight story chapters in one afternoon felt like pretty good progress, especially when the wolf glanced up at the window for the first time in a while and noticed that the sky beyond the big tree out there had turned deep blue-black with growing evening. A car went by, briefly illuminating the whole street in rich yellow headlights before disappearing out of view. His ears over towards the door a moment later - Shekh kept his bed facing the door rather than away from it, for likely obvious reasons - and then he looked over to see the familiar face of his mom, poking her head in through the door.

Kay smiled; her soft golden-green eyes lit up at that, and she returned it. "Hey, boys," the older hyena said, the lines of stripes along her cheeks shifting with her words, "it's getting late. I'll be heading to bed here in a moment."

"Hi Mom." Shekh paused the game and twisted where he sat to look at her, tail swishing behind him. "Is there some of dinner left over?"

"Yeah. I put it in the fridge for you two for breakfast tomorrow or whatever you like." She came a little bit more into the room, showing the way her mane began slow and small atop her head and then arced down her back, fur a warm creamy tan at the base and then melding to a rich, deep chocolate at the end, streaked with lines of natural silver here and there. Kay always thought she looked great for her age. "Oh. Before I forget. Kay, do you need me to run to the store right quick to pick you up a sleeping bag or something?"

"Huh?"

"Oh. Right. I forgot about that." Shekh reached over and tapped the wolf's leg. "Couch is out of commission 'cause we're having the cushions washed. Sorry about that."

"Oh, nah." Kay set his controller down and waved the issue away. "It's not a problem. We can just run by if-"

Shekh's mom pointed a sharp-clawed finger at them. "I don't want you driving at night. Folks are crazy here."

"Well, we can figure something out-"

"He can have my bed." Shekh smiled again. "It's the comfiest in the house."

"It really is," his mom agreed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yeah. Alright. I'm going to bed. Night, you two. See y'all tomorrow, or not. I'm going out with friends around noon."

Shekh turned back to the TV and unpaused the game. Kay scrambled to pick his controller back up once he heard the sounds start back up. "Okey-doke. I don't think we'll be up much longer. I won't, at least - I'm getting sleepy."

The two continued on for a while, settling back into their original positions before coming to the end of the level. With that Shekh sighed, stretched his arms over his head, and then stood up, starting to pull his shirt off. Kay watched for a moment, then averted his eyes.

"Shekh."

His voice came muffled beneath his shirt, though his head popped free a moment later: "Yeah?" The hyena shook his head out, mane swinging free and bristling out from where it had been bound within his shirt all day. The lines of darker stripes along his body curled in towards his chest and belly but never quite made it there, pinching out amid the warmer cocoa-brown of his coat there.

Kay swallowed again and lay back, again shifting his gaze away when the hyena's paws dropped to his pants. He had underwear on underneath of course, and the wolf spared a glance to make certain when he bent over to dig one of his sleeveless undershirts out of the dresser to pull that down over his head. "If I'm taking the bed, where'll you sleep?"

Shekh took a moment to settle the shirt into place. It was a little tight on him, hugging the smooth, slight arc of his chest down to his waist and hips, and when he raised his arms it came up a little bit. Once satisfied, he looked to Kay again. "I'unno. Floor? Got a spare pillow and blanket somewhere." He started towards the bedroom door, closed again after his mom left, and then paused with his paw on the knob. "I'm hungry. Let's go find a snack, and then there's an episode of something I wanna show you before we settle in for bed."

This wouldn't be the first time Kay would be spending the night here. The two had met halfway into their junior year and had hit it off quite quickly, their interests branching out and spreading from the physics class they shared that year. Shekh invited the wolf over one Friday, and before he knew it it was Sunday night and he realized he needed to head home. Sometimes the two played games online together during the week, and they always had each other recently messaged on their various IM programs. Kay had started regularly driving Shekh home on the days they shared their final free period, and more often than not he hung around to play more games or watch one of their shows together.

So, of course, something had started to develop there. Kay could feel it bubbling inside of him as the hyena led him down the hall, the stripes along his back twisting and shifting with the movement of his muscles, the little swirls along his shoulders looking nearly perfect in the windows left by the lack of sleeves. He followed him down the darkened hallway, Shekh keeping one arm out to trace his fingerpads along the wall as he went, and then down the stairs as well. The way he moved his legs, how his short tail swished beside him, how those tall notched-triangle ears of his flicked and swayed with the little currents of air inside the house and the sounds of the bugs and cars outside... and as usual he skipped the bottom two steps, landing with a soft ­­_thump_on the hardwood floor below, his bare toeclaws tapping softly with his step.

Kay had tried to drop hints whenever his own shyness and nervousness permitted, but so far it seemed as though the hyena had yet to catch on. He even intentionally spent an extra half-second looking over the other boy's half-naked body, eyes sliding up along the curled stripes of his legs and thighs, before coming to his muzzle where Shekh waited for him.

Shekh smiled and Kay returned it, as usual feeling his nervousness melt away when that happened. The hyena further brought him into the kitchen so they could browse first through the fridge, then the pantry, and then the fridge again, finally settling on the leftovers from lunch rather than the dinner they had all worked on together. Shekh enjoyed cooking, anyway, and his mom liked to make him and his friends cook if he had them over.

After each getting their portions they waited at the microwave, Kay watching the food while Shekh wandered around and looked out the windows at the deepening night outside, tail wagging as they talked more about their game. They each had two very distinct play styles, and Shekh thought they worked well with another. Then the microwave beeped, and Shekh took his food out and set Kay's in, and he fell quiet for a moment. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the kitchen counter, smooth polished granite atop dark-stained wood. His mom had done a lot of work on the house since they had moved in.

"You know..." he abruptly began, still looking away. The microwave rumbled softly near his head. "Floor's not very comfortable. You wouldn't mind, um... sharing the bed, would you?"

Kay felt the blush hit his cheeks and struggled to keep his ears from splaying out. He coughed into his paw to hide the surprise, also turned, and shrugged. "Oh. Well, yeah, sure, I-"

Shekh gave him his classic hyena grin. "I won't make it weird. Promise."

"Well, yeah, okay, that's what I was worried about. That sounds like a deal, then." Another beep, and this time the wolf was the one to come forward for his food.

Shekh lingered for a moment and then slid away from the counter. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Kay made his way around him and received a bump to the hips from the hyena, making him simultaneously wobble in his path and blush. Shekh smirked and continued on.

Usually when they sat together in his room to do something, they did it with Shekh at his desk and Kay on the bed behind him, or both sitting side by side along the edge of the bed, but never like tonight. Shekh pulled his laptop out of his bag and turned it on, then pushed himself back up against the wall with his pillow behind him, and then patted the spot next to him. Kay hesitated again and then went for it, his hip sliding in alongside the hyena's and bumping him a bit as he settled into place. Shekh set the laptop down in front of them and navigated to whatever it was he wanted to show him.

Throughout that and the first fifteen minutes or so of the episode, though, of course all Kay could think about was this. The warmth against his body, the slightly stiffer, shorter hyena's fur against his own, the way Shekh's elbow or shoulder bumped against him as he ate... and then, of course, the warm scent in his nose, the very first thing he had noticed about the house and the hyenas inhabiting it when he had first visited. At school it was harder to notice among all of the other strange and numerous smells, but in person it came out strong and sharp. It took a while to get used to, and Kay's parents still wrinkled their noses whenever he returned from a weekend at the hyenas', but he honestly had come to like it. It filled him with a kind of fluttery warmth, with an interest that made him tilt his head during the episode and see how close he could get his nose to Shekh's poofy mane, before the hyena felt the tickling of breath and shook his head.

Even though he only zoned in to the episode about halfway through, Kay still enjoyed it. Shekh grinned at him once it finished and asked him about it, and he gave his honest opinion and was happy to see the hyena's tail wagging behind him.

"I thought you'd like it," he said, moving to stack up their plates and set them aside. "I was hoping, at least. With that, I think I'm ready for bed. You gonna, um, sleep in your clothes?"

The wolf looked down at himself, then realized Shekh was trying to worm his way down under the covers, and somewhat awkwardly stood up off the bed to give him the space. "Oh. Um. No, I guess I... give me a second..."

He didn't look first to see if Shekh was watching him when he pulled his shirt off over his head. Instead of the mocha-chocolate of the hyena, Kay was all blacks and greys, all types of mountain stone. Once done he nearly tossed his shirt to the side, then thought better of it and hung it over the back of Shekh's desk chair instead. It wouldn't be good to sleep in jeans, though - he glanced over at the bed and saw the hyena just barely suppressing a yawn behind a paw, keeping himself propped up on his other elbow.

Waiting for him. Kay felt the blush rising again and half-turned away so he could undo his pants fly. His nervousness made him stumble a bit in getting them off his legs, and then he, too, remained in his underwear. He swallowed a sigh, looked down over himself, looked at the hyena again-

-then grinned and spread his arms. "There you go," he proclaimed, "since I know you've always wanted to see me naked. Well, _almost_naked."

"Oh, baby." Shekh returned the grin again, then rolled his eyes. "Can you get the light on your way in?"

So he did. Shekh slept with a night light, a little salt-lamp he kept on the corner of his desk; Kay had tested it one time in the past and discovered that it was, indeed, real salt. It filled that side of the room with a warm orangish glow once the overhead light went out, allowing the wolf enough to see his way back over to the bed. Shekh scooted over to the other side as much as he could and turned away - "I won't make it weird, I promise" - and then wriggled a bit as the wolf slid in beside him.

And immediately that warmth and scent wrapped around him again, both from the hyena beside him as much as from the bed itself. Soft sheets and a softer mattress, all thoroughly imbued with that warm, rich sting of striped hyena, still unfamiliar enough to twinge at his natural nervousness, yet close enough to maintain his blush on his cheeks and ears. Kay rolled over onto his other side as well, briefly pressing his back up against Shekh's before scooting forward to put some space between them.

That was it. There was no goodnight or I'll see you tomorrow. It felt like Shekh wanted to say something, but waited too long and then decided against it; Kay remained there, one arm beneath the pillow they shared and the other against his chest, fingers splayed just enough so he could feel his thumping heartbeat. Every time he closed his eyes the images flashed through his head, of Shekh rolling over and wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him in; of Kay being the one to turn around, to push his nose into that thick hyena mane and draw that scent from the source; of one of the rolling over and getting on top of the other, legs spread, muzzles coming close... the wolf surreptitiously reached down and adjusted the fit of his boxers on himself, careful not to let himself slip through the gap in front.

There was a tickling against the back of the wolf's body that startled him and made him immediately flush all those thoughts out of his head, and there he waited with his arm clamped against his chest and eyes wide open, wondering just what that had been. He held his breath, he swallowed, he half-tilted his head to the side, he listened... and all he heard was the slow, steady breathing of the hyena beside him, Shekh's tail occasionally flicking and tickling at his back, his rump, his thigh. After a moment Kay let that breath out and relaxed, rolling over onto his back and tugging the sheets up toward his neck. Beside him Shekh stirred only enough to let out a small groan and stretch his legs out, and then settled back into place.

If he kept his ears perked and listened to those breaths and the little murmurs that came from his mouth, it certainly seemed like the hyena had already fallen asleep, which meant that his chance to do anything would have already come and gone. Kay sighed with relief again, softly. That took the pressure off of him... although, naturally, once his mind was allowed to wander again a different sort of pressure returned to somewhere else. With him on his back now, one paw at his side and the other along his chest, that one idea in particular kept on coming back to him.

Kay closed his eyes and licked his lips, letting himself indulge in it for once. He imagined the feeling of Shekh pushing back against him, establishing that point of touch and contact, and then rolling over to face the wolf. He imagined warm, humid breath along his jaw and neck, imagined the pressure and sensation of those paws pressing down onto his shoulders, imagined the feeling of Shekh's spread legs squeezing his thighs. It was a lot of heat, a lot of warmth: the warmth of the hyena settling down atop him, the warmth of his rump pushing down along the front of his boxers, the warmth of his breath on his face as he leaned over him, the sensation of someone else pushing his underwear down, of someone else's paw on his sheath... Kay swallowed again and slid his paw up beneath his pillow, letting the other drift down to rub through the fabric of his underwear. He didn't want to get too into it, of course. Just enough to make the fantasies and desires go away, if only for the night. He imagined it was the hyena's paw instead of his own slipping down the front of his underwear, imagined it was Shekh's fingers teasing around the rim of his sheath and coaxing him out, imagined it was his body pressing up against his side-

Suddenly Kay froze. That really was the hyena pushing up against him, stirring again in sleep, his steady breathing interrupted by a half-formed dream trickling out between tired lips. It wasn't a forceful push, but still enough that it felt conscious and intentional: Shekh went rump-first squeezing up against Kay behind him, then shifted his arms so that he could push his back against him too. Warm fur and thick mane pressed against the wolf's side, poking into his fur and making him squirm in place; he swiftly swiped his paw back out from within his underwear and waited there, unsure what to do for a moment.

Then, heart still pounding in his chest and throat he swallowed yet again, drew slightly away from the hyena, felt him push back against him again... and then, finally, rolled onto his side to cup Shekh's body in his own. That sweet warmth washed over his front, Shekh's mane poking through the collar of his shirt tickling along his neck as the hyena shifted and squirmed more comfortably into his embrace. Kay's paw came up and hovered just above Shekh's hip, close enough to feel the warmth emanating off his body. There it remained for what felt like several seconds before the wolf sighed softly and pulled himself back away from Shekh again - only to have the hyena squirm and press back against him again, this time pulling out a reflexive twitch and throb from the pressure against his front.

Kay squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that that wouldn't be enough to rouse the hyena from his sleep, and then let his breath out a second later just to suck it back in in another gasp when it happened again. Shekh rumbled softly in his sleep, wriggling his rump side to side against the wolf's hips, and arched his body to press more firmly back against the bulge of his half-aroused sheath. That obviously sent another throb and shiver bouncing through Kay's body, and where he managed to suppress his soft sight of pleasure, a low, breathy moan instead dribbled out of Shekh's parted lips from the action.

He almost couldn't believe it. The more he focused, the more he let his muzzle press in against the hyena's shoulder and neck, though, he could pick up a certain sharpness beneath his natural scent, something that further aroused him and pushed him to return that grinding underneath Shekh's tail. The wolf swallowed, shivered, closed his eyes, and finally let his paw settle along Shekh's hip, partially pulling the hyena in more firmly against him. Shekh's body slid back and forth against him, slow and unsteady from his sleep, while Kay continued in a more rhythmic manner, pressing up against the underside of his tail with each throb and then pulling back. He didn't even stop to reach down and adjust when he felt the distinct sensation of warm fur and stretched elastic against the underside of his twitching shaft, poking out from beneath the waistband of his underwear and squeezing against Shekh's.

Technically Shekh had been the one to initiate it, and it certainly seemed like he was enjoying it. Kay leaned over a little further, shifting his attention: the hyena panted softly in his sleep, mouth still open and eyes closed a little tighter, body shivering and squirming with each press beneath his tail. Whenever Kay tightened his grip on his waist and pulled him in against him, another moan came out from between those lips; when he ran his paw down and up along the hyena's chest, Shekh pushed back against him again and lazily brought his own arm in to hold Kay's in place there. The wolf obliged, digging his fingers into the short slightly-stiff hyena fur like he had imagined doing so many times, and then slid down and out of Shekh's grasp. He slid his paw down his chest, along his belly, down towards his waistband...

...and then hesitated there for a moment, fingerpads brushing against the elastic but not quite sinking in. Then, though, Shekh grinded back against him again and pulled forward, and Kay again felt the distinctive touch and humid heat of a twitching arousal much like his own, this one kept restrained within the hyena's boxer briefs. His thumb twitched away out of reflex and then came back in, gently brushing along that firmness and then pressing in, fingers following, encircling, grasping, squeezing. Another sigh made its way out of Shekh's mouth, and Kay could feel him throb within his paw.

Then there was the sound of claws scraping along the fabric of the bedsheets, accompanied by another tired moan and shudder. Kay kept his eyes shut, not wanting to see whether Shekh had woken up or not, and continued his slow, steady rhythm here, this time pulling the hyena back against him from his front rather than his side. Sure enough, each press and twitch beneath his tail pulled the same out of his front, boxer briefs straining around his full arousal, intense heat trickling out and filling the wolf's paw. With his elbow he tossed the bedsheets halfway down their bodies, then released his grip to push them down the rest of the way, and this time focused his eyes fully on the main point of his interest there, twitching and throbbing inside tight fabric, the outline so clear and the end just barely poking out from beneath the waistband.

After another few seconds of waiting and watching, Shekh still squirming and twitching on his own, Kay finally found the confidence and ran his fingers flat down the hyena's belly, smoothly slipping them beneath that waistband stretched over his length. Down there he could feel the thicker puff of pubic fur, warm and humid, softer than the stiff feeling of his mane, and just a little bit to the side that same firm desire that he had felt through the front. The wolf lifted himself up onto his other elbow so he could watch more fully, and then slowly, carefully, raised his paw to slide those boxers just far enough down... and he pulled in a low, slow breath when Shekh's length finally came into view, full and hard. It twitched again, rising a little bit away from his lower belly, and then settled back down into his fur there beneath the hem of his shirt.

Kay almost didn't realize that he had started holding his breath. He adjusted his position a little bit more, gently pushing his other arm beneath the hyena's neck for balance, and leaned in over him; his paw dropped back down towards that point, his fingerpads brushed along smooth, soft skin and wrapped around, his thumb hooked down towards his sack, and finally he squeezed again. Shekh moaned again and rolled over onto his back, bringing his other arm up and beneath his head, having to wriggle it beneath the wolf's body as he went. Kay lifted up to let him and then settled back down again.

The sharp, warm scent of the hyena's arousal now freely floated up to him without the block of the blankets or his underwear. He gave a few slow, soft strokes, eyes watching the way Shekh's hips twitched and worked in rhythm with the motion, and especially how the soft, supple skin slid back and forth with that grip. Uncut, roughly average in size - or so Kay assumed, as he'd never seen one other than his own except for the single afternoon of sex ed their high school had put them through - and with a good girth... mentally he adjusted his fantasies and ideas, briefly letting himself slip back into a few of them as he stroked the hyena. As he worked he couldn't help but press himself up against Shekh's thigh again and again, squeezing in along his leg, shivering with the pressure and sensation and nerves constantly on edge from what he was doing.

Part of him told him this was wrong, that he should have waited until the hyena was awake and conscious, but... every other part of him told him to keep on going. As he watched Shekh's muzzle, eyes closed and lips still parted in sleep, he could see how each stroke sent a sweet shiver of pleasure through him, and how rolling his fingers up towards his tip caused a twitch to his lip and a moan to trickle out. Again and again Shekh squirmed in place beside him, half-raising one leg and then letting it fall down limp along the bed again, each time pushing the sheets down a little further. His tail swished between his legs, one of his footpaws drifted and fell off the bed, and the fingers of his other paw twitched over his shirt on his belly, his hips gradually, lazily working up into Kay's paw beside him.

For a while he kept on going like this, trying out different pressure and altering his grip, tilting his paw, moving his fingers, just to see the reaction in the sleeping hyena. Each time Shekh shifted how he lay or rolled his head to the side or made a different noise the wolf froze in place, nervous, and then resumed a second later - until it was words rather than panting and moaning that came from those parted lips.

"Oh..." Shekh breathed, then swallowed and licked his lips. He pulled himself a little higher up along the pillow. "Kay..."

That sent a sharp chill down the wolf's back. He swept his paw away from Shekh's shaft, letting it drop back down against his belly where it promptly twitched and throbbed up again. In that pause Shekh pushed his hips up into the air again and rolled his head to the side, bumping his muzzle against the wolf's shoulder.

"Don't..." His words came slow and indistinct, and his eyes remained shut. Kay looked down at him again, another twitch pulling his eyes in. In the dim glow of the night-light he could just barely see the glistening of a drop of pre, leaking out from his head and dripping into his bellyfur. "Don't stop, I wanna... I'm gonna... mmh..."

He's dreaming about me, the wolf realized a second later, blush hitting him hard. I can't get his scent out of my head, and he can't get mine out of his. Still keeping an eye on his muzzle, still nervous of him waking up at any moment, Kay pushed his paw down towards the base of Shekh's shaft, squeezed it there, felt him throb in his grip, and then resumed his rhythm, quicker and harder than before but still steady and careful. The sleeping hyena squirmed and panted beneath the sensation, his hips still working in a way that gave a small insight as to just what it was that happened in his dream.

Shekh rolled his muzzle to the side again, breath puffing out hot into the fur of Kay's neck. On that breath the wolf could pick out little warm moans and fragments of words, some close to his name, some sounding more like a hissed "God" or, once, a "harder", which further formed an image of what was going through his head. He continued grinding against the hyena's leg, then from there managed to raise his body a bit to press against his back again; Kay wrapped around his friend and dug his muzzle firmly into his neck, holding him in place as he pawed him off and thrust against his rump. Kay closed his eyes again, teeth gritted, tail trying to wag against the bed: the only thing keeping him from pressing into the hyena himself was just this thin surface of fabric from his own boxers, as Shekh's were still halfway down his thighs.

Shekh squirmed some more, clawed softly at the bed, panted, pushed back against him... and then abruptly bucked, and did so again, and then again. Kay lifted his head and looked down at him: the hyena's face scrunched up and he shuddered, and then the first splash of thick, wet warmth spurted out across his fingers, followed by a second and a third, and then a dribble of a fourth. The hyena's entire body shook with the force of his peak, his lips briefly pulling back to show gritted teeth in a tense exhalation of breath. Then, finally, Shekh melted back against the wolf behind him, slowly-softening shaft still twitching and leaking in his grip. Kay let his paw linger there for a moment before he slid it free, immediately bringing it to his muzzle to sniff at the stickiness left there.

Intensely hyena, strong and sharp and musky, with the expected smooth curl of cum beneath it... Kay shivered and rolled over onto his back, slipping his other paw down beneath the waistband of his own boxers. Of course he could already feel his own finish lurking a short ways off, the wolf having worked himself up so close from the action and from the grinding, and now with Shekh's scent plastered across his paw beneath his nose he swiftly, eagerly worked at himself, careful not to bump the hyena or nudge him awake, conscious to keep himself still inside his boxers. It just wouldn't do, after all, if Shekh did wake up and see Kay lying there having the time of his life, eyes close, huffing his sticky paw... and then squirming, suppressing a series of short, urgent moans, and bucking up into his other paw hidden within his underwear, the fabric stretching and pulling and then, suddenly, dampening along the end of his tent. A little bit dribbled out through the fabric, thick and white, just as sticky as what coated his paw.

Tired, panting, growing steadily more embarrassed and nervous, Kay looked down over himself, wiped both paws off on his chest, then carefully dragged the sheets back up over the two of them and turned his back to the hyena again. Still, though, he could feel the heat bouncing through his body, the energy and passion, and the sweet lingering excitement of what he had just done, and how much both of them had enjoyed it - Shekh even unconscious throughout it, though he now snored softly behind him again. Kay sighed, once again tried to force the images and thoughts out of his head, found it a bit easier this time, and settled in to try to sleep. That part came a bit easier, too, the satisfied exhaustion of his quick, nervous orgasm still vibrating softly through him.

Then, though, there was a heat and pressure against his back, accompanied by the slight prickling of thick hyena mane poking through a thin shirt. Kay half-opened his eyes, smiled, and pressed his back against Shekh's, too. He reached one of his footpaws back and slid it between the hyena's as well, then closed his eyes again when he felt Shekh briefly lift one of his ankles to let the wolf's in.

Sleep came very easily to Kay after that. They still had the rest of the weekend left to them.