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The striped hyena lounged back in his spot, trying to shift his grip on the controller in his paws so he wouldn't mess things up any further than he already had. Not that he'd admit_it, of course: he'd continually told the fox behind him, _well, a controller's just not my preferred control scheme. Y'know? I've just - spent so much time with a keyboard instead. My fingers don't do quite what I want.

Umbral had given him the slyest of smirks there, sharp vulpine muzzle only accentuating his amusement at the comment. Of course his mind would go that direction - Shekh could feel his cheeks start to burn as soon as it clicked in his head: after all, the two had often... _investigated_and honed the hyena's dexterity, so to say. Even now his eyes repeatedly flicked to the side, scanning over the fox's lower half just as thoroughly as he'd like to do with his mouth, weighing that plump sheath and heavy sack in his mind instead of on his tongue... and driving his score further down in the game the two played.

"Fuck." He bit his lip and leaned in. "Fuck. This isn't fair, you know. You practice a lot more than I do."

"Oh, that's _exactly_why it's fair." The fox looked entirely unconcerned with the game, smoothly and easily manipulating the controls, only every now and then leaning forward in an intense moment. Shekh kept his living room cleared solely for the times when he and Umbral could hang out: the fox _taur_needed a fair amount of space to sprawl out, and upstairs was basically entirely out of bounds for his particular bodily arrangement.

Shekh settled back again, his back sinking gently against the warm fur of the taur's middle chest. Every time Umbral spoke, he heard it to his right yet felt it vibrate through that thick barrel-sized chest just behind him; each time he shifted, those long lines of ribs beneath flesh and fur rolled across his lower back; whenever he tensed Shekh could feel the twitching in the muscles of Umbral's lower body, ears flicking towards his left as the fox's large hindpaws drew forward across the carpeted floor. Why bother getting a chair for himself when he could just rest back against the taur's lower half?

Besides, this gave him easy access. Again his olive-green eyes flicked over, this time lingering for a moment at the fox's shadow-black sheath, itself easily as wide around as Shekh's upper arm. Sometimes when Umbral shifted his position or tensed up, that sheath gave a heavy, fluid jiggle across the taur's upper thigh, balls also shifting with the movement; and sometimes, sometimes, that supple skin pulled back enough to show a flash of slick, glistening reddish-pink flesh beneath, with the warm scent hitting the hyena's nose a second later and distracting him further.

Just like now. His tall ears flicked back towards the screen in front of them at the sound of him losing _another_match; the hyena made a show of flopping his head back and letting out an agonized grumble, arms falling limp to his sides. One of his paws came close to brushing against that sheath; Umbral gave a small shift, closing the distance for a fraction of a second, then settled back.

The fox stretched his arms over his head, taking the opportunity to lean his upper half back. "Come on, man. I know you love coming out on bottom and being put in your place and all that, but you could at least try to hide it a bit better. If I didn't know better, I'd think..." Then - Shekh caught the motion out of the corner of his eye - the taur raised a hindleg and intentionally churned his hips a little bit, heavy sack lagging just barely behind his sheath with the playful thrusting. "...that there's something commanding your attention."

Commanding. Sure. Shekh rolled his eyes, then reached over to wrap his paw around that sheath - as much as he could, at least: like cupping an oversized baseball bat in his palm but so, so much softer and warmer - and firmly squeezed, tugged, pushed. Without a moment of pause, a sweet shiver vibrated up the taur's large body, echoing through the hyena leaning against him and then leaving his maw in a tense little moan; the edge of a finger brushed against the firm tip of his cock nestled inside, glazing a bit of his natural slickness across the hyena's fur there. Even after Shekh brought his paw away, Umbral still gave a few smaller thrusts, reverberating echoes of the first, with his hindpaws tensing up and pulling across the carpeted floor.

He turned to look up at the taur, who had softly bitten his lower lip to keep most of his little moan in. Umbral wouldn't command him to do anything: the large fox liked to tease and touch, to coax and invite his partners to do what they wanted. Clever, really. Shekh lifted his paw to his muzzle, breathing deep of the scent nearly as heavy as the taur's cock, then dragged his tongue across the sticky wet patch. Another part of it was simply that Umbral couldn't reach_back there, not with his regular arms; where he wouldn't _verbally command the hyena to do anything, he certainly physically did.

Or, well, as good as. He'd always leave the choice there - that part was important to both of them - but what would be the point in saying no to lending a helping hand and tongue to someone who needed it? His rich musk lingered at the back of Shekh's throat after he swallowed his slickness down, turning back towards the screen to hit the _Rematch?_option. Umbral simply couldn't reach; sometimes he needed someone to help him out, get him nice and clean. Thus, the finger dexterity, and tongue as well. Shekh hadn't really thought about how hard it would be to try to wriggle deep into a sheath with a cock as large as his forearm hanging out against his nose, pulsing and dripping and throbbing.

It took another moment for him to realize he'd let his mind wander again, but luckily Umbral had suffered the same sort of distraction, with both of their characters waiting onscreen for input. The round was slow-going once the two did snap to attention, and even so, Shekh still repeatedly looked to his side: the inch and a half of Umbral's tip that had been coaxed from his sheath with that one grab and squeeze remained out, each of the taur's little shifts and twitches sending yet another wave of rich, delicious scent wafting up towards his nose and curling around his head.

He found himself gradually scooting closer towards the fox's hind legs, trying to hide it under the guise of leaning forward as he got into the game and then relaxing back again. There was no way that Umbral hadn't figured him out, though - each time he did it Shekh caught a flash of grey and black out of the corner of his eye as the fox glanced over to him, and on two separate occasions throughout that match and the one following, that same sly smirk met his gaze.

Shekh had originally invited the fox-taur over for a nice, easy night of playing video games, cooking dinner, maybe drinking - in more than one way - and then probably relaxing over a movie, though both obviously knew that things would take a turn at some point or another. In lieu of paying the exorbitant tailor's costs to get clothing made for his unique body shape, and against how strange that would look anyway, Umbral often just showed up with a t-shirt on his upper half, if even that, and nothing for his lower body.

So. He glanced to his side again, already able to feel the humid heat from the taur's heft radiating against his arm. The temptation had always been particularly tough to ignore, especially when dropping to his knees put him at the perfect height to faceplant right into the end of that sheath; the two knew from experience that Shekh could fit his muzzle halfway to his face inside of it.

Still, though, he _had_been curious...

With effort, he affixed his eyes back to the screen. Umbral must have been watching him: it took a couple seconds for both of them to start moving their characters again. "I can smell you."

The fox shifted. Intentionally. "That's not a complaint."

"No..." Really, what could there be to complain about? At least every other weekend Shekh had both a premier cushion to lean back against as well as the company of a friend, and this cushion smelled better than most other couches he'd ever slept on. A lot better. At least, he'd never shoved his nose deep into any other cushions, and found himself panting and grinding and literally drooling over that scent and the soft yet grating taste it left on his nose and tongue. "It's like someone saying 'gosh, I'm hungry' right before dinner."

The pause menu flashed up on screen, pulling the hyena's eyes away to the fox beside - well, behind - him. Umbral reached over to set his controller down on the nearby table. "Usually they say that right before taking a bite."

Shekh crossed his arms too. "So they do."

"Does that mean you're about to dig in?"

He scoffed lightly, though still turned back to eye the taur's equipment, put so boldly on display. He'd just waltz into Shekh's house, through the garage of course, with all of that bouncing and jiggling beneath his body. Shekh himself had been shirtless from the start, but... "I mean, maybe in a little bit. I'm just thinking, if you get to be naked, shouldn't I get to, too?"

The taur shrugged. "It _is_your house, man. I'm just a guest." Another deliberate shifting of his lower body, bumping the hyena's side with a haunch. Yet again, another wave of scent washed over him. "Don't let me make you feel out of place."

Out of place now, sure, but that would be easily remedied. Again Shekh scoffed, then rose to his feet with his paws already swiftly working at the button and zipper of his fly. He made sure to face Umbral as he dropped his pants to his ankles, slim-fitting boxer briefs soon to follow; this ensured that warm yellow eyes flicked down towards his own display, half-hard shaft hanging away from his body, smooth foreskin still covering most of his head. _Most_of it.

It seemed the fox couldn't resist licking his chops, finally allowing Shekh a small victory of his own. Just as he'd thoroughly explored between Umbral's hind legs, so had the taur done the same to him. Less to work with, relatively, but still just as satisfying for both of them.

"There." Shekh kicked his clothes off to the side before lowering himself back down, to his knees instead of all the way to the floor. "That's better. It was getting a bit warm."

"Yeah, I guess you're right... but now it just got hot."

That pulled an unexpected laugh out of him, echoed through the taur's chest behind him. "Jesus."

"What?" Umbral shifted his upper half behind the hyena. "Wait, what are you doing? I can't see."

A guy could only take so much teasing, after all. Shekh wiggled his way forward, one paw coming down to push Umbral's upper hind leg back to show more of his sheath and sack; then with his other paw, the hyena angled his own shaft forward and touched the underside of his head to the rim of the taur's sheath, bringing a small start out of the fox. Thick, supple skin beneath just-as-thick fur, the black somewhat matted and stuck from his natural slickness throughout the day.

Days. That much came even clearer to Shekh as he continued to rub gently around the tip of his cock poking out there, pushing the fox's sheath a little bit back against his own head. Now that he was actually fully facing Umbral's cock, now that he had it in his paw and was actively pushing and pressing against it, sliding that skin back across slick flesh and then forward again, the scent came even stronger and richer to his nose. Spicy up front, full and heavy, just faintly metallic beneath.

Then his own scent wafting up on top of that, more familiar, drier, a little sharper. The hyena gave a small shiver as he slid his paw back, rolling his foreskin back past the rim of his head and then forward again, then back. From there he leaned down a little closer, rubbing the underside of his head across the fox's slick, soft-firm tip, most of his length still hidden within that plump pouch.

More shifting issued from the taur, most of it leading to him rolling further over onto his back or adjusting his posture basically to put himself at a better angle. Shekh glanced over his shoulder and caught the fox wiggling his way into a position so he could_see. "You know," the fox rumbled, draping an arm across the side of his lower body, "you could, like, _ask instead of just-"

"Yeah, well..." Shekh licked his lips, swallowed, and moved forward a little further. If he slid his thumb in beneath the lip of Umbral's sheath, careful with his claw, and lift the skin up and away, he could... there. He could allow the fox's sheath to slip back around his own head, foreskin still tugged back. Such wet heat, slick and smooth, tight without being constraining. With a bit of effort, he continued. "You're not stopping me. Actually, it feels like you're trying to get me-" Slow pressure from his hips, sinking gradually deeper into Umbral's sheath. Shekh watched the outline of his hard cock stretch beneath the furred skin. "-to continue."

_ _

That earned a half-assed scoff in response; Shekh looked over his shoulder again to see that Umbral had crossed his arms in front of his chest and pointedly turned his head away. A throb from the thick cock pulsing against his own within that sheath forced his back to arch, though, and he curled forward around the taur's haunches with a sweet intake of breath.

"Yeah. But when I do stuff to you, I ask first."

Words came with a little more difficulty for the hyena. He'd kept one paw on Umbral's leg but shifted the other up to clamp the fox's sheath shut around both of their lengths, keeping them tight against one another buried inside warm wet flesh. A glance down showed that he'd felt right: he'd pushed about halfway in. "One time after I - mowed the lawn, you had me strip naked so you could... shove your nose between my legs and suck my foreskin..."

"Yeah, but I asked."

Shekh angled his hips to pull slowly back, then reversed the motion and sank back in. Between the movements, the grip of his paw slipped, and let out a wet sucking sound from the fox's sheath. "You told me to!" Not commanded. Told. There was a difference.

Another buck of those oversized feral-like hips, plunging Shekh's shaft another half-inch in. "You still did it."

The hyena leaned further forward over Umbral's lower body, bringing both of his paws up to balance against the fox's rear haunch: he'd worked himself deep enough in that he could pulse his hips gently forward and back, forward and back, plunging further into the damp warmth and then sliding back out against the gentle sucking, rolling his foreskin forward, the movement smooth and easy over the slickness gathered from the fox's enclosed length.

"You could... you..." Yet another twitch from the taur, this one rippling down through one of his legs. Shekh smirked, though his face quickly pulled back into tight concentration overlaid with that sweet pleasure. Like - like warm, wet velvet, so soft and smooth just like he'd felt on his tongue so many times, like had squeezed around his fingers the times he'd dug them into Umbral's sheath. Those times he'd reacted much the same: panting breath, interrupted speech, little twitches and bucks and kicks, the occasional jet of hot liquid pre shooting out from his tip. Shekh made sure to remain buried at least halfway in, so that the squeezing would keep him from slipping out - this meant that those little spurts jetted out against his hip and side, already starting to drip down his thigh. Another shift; Umbral rolled further onto his lower back. "God..."

"Whatever you were gonna say - I could." Following through with that small adjustment, Shekh returned a paw to squeeze the fox's sheath around both of them again as he hooked a leg over the taur's lower body, putting a bit more effort into the shift until he straddled the fox's underbelly, thighs gripping his flank to anchor him in his thrusting. This way he could keep that paw in place, squeezing a little tighter with each thrust in - he'd made it nearly to the puff of his pubic fur, now - and relaxing as he pulled out, working thick skin and liquid pre across his already well-slickened shaft. "But this is... is easier..."

The music of their paused game continued in the background, though neither of them paid any attention to it. Shekh scooted forward across the taur's belly so he could thrust deeper, able to feel the firm bulge of the fox's knot pulsing deep inside of his sheath and against his own head, at the end of his deep thrusts. The hyena swallowed between steady panting, shifting his paw a little further... then found that double-bump, one side of the other male's knot beside his own head, and rolled the pad of his thumb across there, making both of them twitch and buck.

That provided the last little bit of force to completely bury Shekh's length against Umbral's, wet heat squeezing in on him from all sides, the firm twitching of the taur's cock against the side of his own. It almost - almost; this was, of course, so much better - felt like sinking into one of those penetrable toys, with the way he had his paw wrapped around and that delicious softness wrapped firmly around his length. Except, someone else had already used the toy, and made sure to slide it just far enough back so that all of their load emptied out into it.

Maybe... Shekh shivered again, feeling his back tighten and his shoulders pull together, half-consciously squeezing his paw more firmly around the two of them, working his thumb to move the rim of Umbral's sheath across the base of his cock as he continued to thrust deep into it. No, not just one person who'd used and finished inside the toy. Two or three. At least_three. By now there was no way that most of that wet, drippy slickness, slurping around both of their lengths with the movement of his hips and paw, wasn't some combination of pre from both of them as well as the taur's natural..._lubrication.

Well. It stuck to his pawpads after washing them just like regular lube, but the natural stuff tasted and smelled so much better - subjectively, of course - and, besides, it was just better, especially when he could sit down underneath the taur's standing body, wring that fat sheath like a tube of toothpaste, and squeeze a thick glob out onto his tongue, nose, muzzle, or anywhere else he'd like.

Shekh licked his lips, swallowed, and got right back to gritting his teeth; amazing how quickly he'd pulled himself this far along, just... pushing back and forth into warm, wet flesh, feeling Umbral's twitches and throbs and the little jerking motions that followed through the rest of his lower body. The hyena's ears had remained angled partially back towards the rest of the fox, picking up and listening to his grunts, his moans, his gasps, his breathy little whines, and everything in between; it took conscious effort for Shekh to keep most of his in, but soon enough it became nearly impossible.

Then it did become impossible. Building pressure completely unrelated to the taur's sizeable shaft pressing up against his own, intense heat that came from inside himself as opposed to from the wet flesh all around him... and Shekh squeezed his paw around the rim of Umbral's sheath as tight as he could, pushing up against the fox's knot, bulging out that supple skin. The fox squirmed beneath him, probably from the extra pressure or the heavier squeeze around his body, then - as Shekh bucked a few times in quick, hard succession in that sheath, ballooning it even further out: sticky warmth rushed out and surrounded him even further, coating both him and the fox's length before it spurted back out against his lower body and across black fur, first in a thin spray and then in more of a rush when he finally released his grip around the taur's sheath.

Behind him, Umbral let out a tense exhalation of breath, a warm moan echoing beneath it. Shekh kept his gaze down as he pulled slowly out, more of his cum oozing as he went - until his slowly-softening length came free with the slightest of _pop_s, glistening tip to base with musk and pre and cum. It took three tries to roll his foreskin back, as the pads of his fingers just kept on sliding across the slickened skin, then another two to slip it forward again.

The taur gave a slow yet strong buck of his hips, lifting Shekh up and redirecting his attention to the thick red-fleshed length slowly working its way out of stretched and well-used yet no less supple skin. Each little churn and thrust shoved it out a little further before his eyes, thick ropes of milky-white crossing some spots, clear drips hanging along others.

"How long have you been-" Another buck and gasp when Shekh wrapped his paws as far as he could around the taur's length, hefting it up away from the fox's body and angling it towards his own. One paw near the softer tip, rubbing without focusing too much in one spot, while the other reached down - he had to lean forward - to slip the ends of all four fingers into the taur's sheath, and push it back past his knot from inside. Umbral tried to continue speaking there, though failed again with a tug behind that knot; Shekh licked his lips, watching the extra spurt of pre empty out across his lower belly. "...Rrf. How long have you been - wanting to do that?"

The hyena looked over his shoulder, still working with both of his paws. It was easier if he moved his shoulders, too: dragging both up the fox's thick shaft, squeezing towards his tip, pushing back down, wrapping his fingers behind his knot, pulling back up again... "What? Fuck your sheath? Oh, a while. I dunno why..." Here he leaned in, having to stretch just a bit, so he could purse his lips and kiss the tip of the fox's cock. When he pulled back, a string of slick, rich liquid still linked the two; he lapped it off a moment later, swallowing down what caught in his mouth and letting the rest of the string hang down his chin and chest. "...dunno why it occurred to me do actually do it just now, though. Well, a couple days ago."

He'd thought it out and everything, of course. A couple translated to four days, specifically, and three of those four nights he slid back into thoughts and fantasies and thrust into his paw while imagining how this little session would go. Umbral gave another buck beneath him, accompanied by a gasp leading into a shuddering moan; Shekh smirked, tightened his paws, and stepped his pace up a bit. During those fantasies he'd imagined what the interior of the taur's sheath would feel like, guessing from the multiple times he'd had his fingers, tongue, and sometimes both digging around inside, but the reality had been...

The hyena felt a shiver of his own bounce through him, his still half-hard cock giving a jump across the fox's lower belly. Another buck from the much larger vulpine, another spurt of pre, another grab, squeeze, tug... which led to the taur curling his toes, straightening up a little further, tensing and throbbing beneath the hyena's grip.

Shekh angled that sizeable length up towards his chest as soon as he felt the fox's knot start to pulse and swell, squeezing the backs of his fingers against the still-wet lip of his sheath. He straightened up, licked his lips, tasted the fox there again - and then heard another tight moan from behind him before the first rope of cum shot out against him, followed by a second, and a third, and then a fourth slopping across his own cock. Hot, sticky wetness first, heavy musky scent a moment later; he gradually, steadily rose and fell with the taur's panting, enjoying the sensation for a moment before he set the fox's still-twitching cock against his underbelly and half-turned to look at him.

Umbral made him wait a couple seconds. The fox had leaned back, muzzle pointed up towards the ceiling and jaw hanging open, and had to catch his breath before he could move and meet Shekh's appraising gaze. "What? What're you - grinning about?"

That thick load dripped slowly down his chest and belly, making him shiver again. Shekh drew two fingers through it, then slid those between his lips without looking. He made sure that Umbral saw him swallow. "Just that I think I won that round."

Yellow eyes flicked the screen, which had darkened after the inactivity, and then back to the hyena. Then his ears perked up and a smile touched his lips. "Oh. Oh. I didn't realize we were competing there. Why would you think you won?" Umbral looked down across Shekh's body. "You're a mess."

"Yeah, but I still don't need help getting myself clean." This time he drew his entire paw down his chest. Shame that cum got cold so quickly. "Still, though, if you're down to keep playing..."

Umbral motioned down at himself, then shifted his lower body. It must have started to get uncomfortable to lie down in that position... but then again, Shekh often thought it looked like being a taur in itself was uncomfortable. "I mean. I can't get up'til you get off me."

"Pssh." The hyena leaned forward, scooting his rump back as he did so... and drew his tongue along the underside of Umbral's length, bringing that rich taste deeper into his maw. It stuck to and coated his tongue like a slick of grease. "You both got up _and_got off."

"Oh my God." The taur reached forward with his arms, not even coming close to brushing against Shekh's back. "Give me my controller."

He had to scoot forward again to reach, then ended up lifting up and sitting his rump back down against the fox's slowly-retreating shaft. That pulled another twitch out of him; Shekh chuckled, scooted back again, and handed the controller back. "Are you good where you are? Do you need me to move, or?"

"No, no, you're fine. Don't worry about it..." Umbral shifted yet again, swallowed, then turned towards the TV and wiggled one of the thumbsticks. Right before he exited the pause menu, though, his yellow eyes focused on Shekh for one moment more.

"I will be wanting a rematch, though."