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"Okay. Let's see what you've got..."

The otter above him squirmed as Shekh tugged his shorts and boxers, down past his knees in one swift movement. The stretchy material still afforded Lukas the space to adjust and shift his posture there at the edge of the couch, and in another second he reached down and flopped his still-soft shaft over to rest against his other leg while the hyena looked down over him.

When he looked up again Lukas had on that same little smirk that he wore so often, now magnified and sharpened a bit by the pair's positions swapped from their usual. The otter rested his muzzle in his paw.

"How's it look down there?"

Shekh swallowed, licked his lips, and lowered his attention back down to his true focus this morning. Sitting there among creamy-tan fur, soft and limp, sat the otter's shaft... with his foreskin fully forward, generous overhang tapering out and ending in a little wrinkled snout at the end. In another moment Shekh pushed Lukas's legs apart with his paws and leaned in, scooping his muzzle first underneath his balls and then hefting that shaft atop his nose, so that the rest of him flopped lightly across the bridge of his muzzle.

"Looks good," he murmured, his breath wafting back against him. A simple tilt of his head backwards caused the otter to slide down across his nose and lips, underside of his shaft leading while that overhang hung back a bit, soft and squishy. "But let's take a peek under the hood, here in a sec."

To that Lukas rolled his eyes, visible even from his position down here. Shekh couldn't help but smirk as well as he pulled the otter's foreskin into his muzzle, rolling and kneading the sleek, supple skin back and forth between his lips, slow and gentle. Squishy was the best word for it there, slick without being slimy, easy to shift and roll and manipulate, with the warmer firmness of the otter's head hidden just behind, pressing gently in against Shekh's clamped lips, giving a little twitch every now and then; he found that he had to steadily lift up and back, tugging the otter's spare skin with him, in the face of his growing arousal.

Above him Lukas spread his legs further and let out a little sigh, the entire lower half of his body lifting up a bit. Shekh smiled, lips still wrapped around the otter's supple skin, and then moved back until that excess slid free from his lips - and he watched as Lukas, half-hard, gave another twitch and throb, foreskin pulling slightly back, taper reducing yet not quite rolling back. It took a little extra convincing from a well-placed finger and thumb to get that far, right along the end of the otter's head, and a slow, gentle touch.

Shekh couldn't help but lick his lips again as he watched, the inner layer of that supple, healthy skin sticking slightly to the warm and fresh pink of the head underneath, that part kept constantly, slightly humid from its total coverage. Because of this his skin more peeled than rolled back, clinging slightly, moving slowly - and as soon as he had slid it halfway back the scent wafted up and curled into Shekh's nose, high and soft and light yet, at the same time, rich and full.

As soon as he picked it up the hyena leaned forward, touched his lips to the end of the now-revealed head, and drew in a slow, steady breath of that scent from the source, the warm, pleasant musk rolling over him and sending a sweet shiver down his back and into his loins. He swallowed, let that breath trickle out through his lips, and drew in another one through his nose again, and then with his paw still in place there, changed his direction to roll the otter's foreskin forward again. With his muzzle right there in place, the otter's bit of overhang slid into and bunched up against his lips, the sensitive, sleek wrinkles spreading across his mouth and the lower portion of his nose, so warm and just barely slick with natural musk.

"You're gonna..." Lukas swallowed, his shaft twitching in Shekh's grip again. The hyena slid his foreskin back again, all the way past his head so that the little line of his frenulum underneath tightened and pulled, then reversed and brought it forward again, this time faster and smoother. "Gonna get me hard, man."

"Already well on your way there," Shekh replied, keeping his lips in place along Lukas's head as he spoke. Each word made the otter twitch and squirm again, hypersensitivity of his revealed head echoing up through his hips.

"You've - got more planned, don't you? Better do that soon. You know that... even though I have a lot of overhang..." Lukas squirmed again, then blushed as Shekh angled his muzzle down, ran his nose in along the tip of his head, and rolled and bunched the otter's foreskin up over it, briefly covering the soft skin. "...I'm not very stretchy."

The hyena reached down towards his own pants fly with his other paw, undoing the button and zipper without needing to look. "Well, that's okay," he rumbled, pulling his nose free - the slight gathered moisture meant that Lukas's foreskin stuck to his nose, the scent clinging there for a moment longer with a bit of extra slickness - and then settling his lips back in place. "I've got room to spare."

Before Lukas could reply, then, Shekh slid his foreskin as far forward as it could reach with his current arousal, the excess again bunching up just past his head. Right there he drew his lips down again, pinching it back into the slight taper, and then curled his tongue in over the sleek, soft wrinkles, around and around before centering in and, finally, slipping underneath. Lukas gave another jerk and twitch to that, his head rolling back on his shoulders and his mouth falling open; Shekh smiled amid his work, paw curled into a fist around Lukas's shaft right there at the end of his muzzle, jaw working just slightly around his tongue.

This seemed to get the strongest response from the otter, digging and sliding underneath that bunched tip, slipping slowly, softly between sensitive skin and even more sensitive head underneath. Shekh brought his tongue back into his maw, swallowed down the rich yet light taste of the otter's musk, and then dug it forward again, and again, and again, each time with another twitch or gasp or moan from Lukas above him. Before long he felt each throb of the otter's fully hard cock there against his lips, foreskin keeping his tongue tight along the upper side of his head.

Muzzle and lips and nose thoroughly slickened with Lukas's musk, Shekh then finally drew back, curling his tongue to pull up along the sensitive rim of the otter's foreskin before pulling it free. The hyena took a moment to slide his pants and underwear down his legs and then rose to his feet, drawing his tongue over his lips again - and tasting nothing but otter, as though he were still sucking that taste right from the source.

Lukas, panting gently, looked up at his muzzle first and then down at the hyena's own length, half-hard and similarly uncut, hanging in the air before him. Tongue still out, Shekh dragged the pad of his thumb over the wet surface, streaked it in saliva, then reached down, rolled his own foreskin halfway back between his fingers, set that moistened pad against his head, and then slid his skin forward again, until it completely sheathed his thumb to the first knuckle within the spare skin. Then, Lukas's eyes still on him, he dug his thumb around, shivering a little at the slickness from the saliva, and finally pulled it free.

"Like I said," Shekh began. He leaned in, braced his knees against the couch alongside Lukas's, and angled the otter's posture a little bit further. "I've got plenty of room for both of us. Hold still."

Lukas pursed his lips, smiled, swallowed... and then rolled his head back again, another breathy moan trickling from his mouth.