[SNEAK PEEK] Welcome Home
Fahen gets things ready for his super-powered husband's return home.
Commission for Snu Snu
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On cue, the grinning face of the white-furred dog and his scowling, crackle-skinned counterpart flashed on the screen. As the newscaster droned on, the headshots were replaced with imagery of Bizarro Krypto being ushered into a gigantic, boxy prison van under the watchful eye of the floating heroic hound. Fahen peered at Krypto, pausing the footage and leaning forward to get a better look. The feed was just high-definition enough for Fahen to see that the black shirt with the white S logo was clinging to Krypto's muscular form, and his mouth was slightly parted from exertion.
He looked tired, like he'd just run a mile nonstop - well, that would have winded him if he was a normal anthro. He'd have enough energy by the time he got home, Fahen was sure about that. And then, well, he'd have his horny husband to deal with.
Just looking at him like this got Fahen going. He was going to be warmed up when his husband got back for sure. He stared long and hard at the screen, moving it forwards and backwards frame by frame to catch the rise and fall of the muscular chest. His fingers slid under his loose lounge pants to trace his slit. A snail-trail of thick wet fluid collected on his finger tip already.
He was so weak to the sight of that dog. The healthy, sweaty glow, that gorgeous smile... Fahen wondered what he smelled like right now. Healthy, spicy and ripe.
He'd find out soon enough, once Krypto got home. Though that might be a while.
"Cleanup is expected to last for the remainder of the day, but officials state that the highway re-opening at a reduced capacity before the evening."
That would be Krypto's doing. Fahen sighed. Of course Krypto had to help out. It was what the city was paying him on retainer for, after all. The poor lug enjoyed the work, but it often meant he was rushing out at odd hours, and planning meals and nights out always proved frustratingly difficult. Fahen never had a doubt in his mind that it was worth it, though.
Judging from the damage that he could see on TV, and the estimate, he could start heating the water in a couple of hours.