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He stands, and with both hands occupied, his towel tumbles down off of his lithe frame. The air kisses his flesh and fur, especially the sensitive stiffening rod that is finally free. "Not yet," he coos, resting the palm of the glove to his hand as his other fingers stroke down along its length, judging its size. His ears perk up as he finishes the calculation in his head--it's a perfect fit!

Dai straightens his fingers, letting them slip expertly in between the lips of his treasure. He sighs as they brush along inside a little ways in. Eventually, the long glove needs two hands to get on just right and he lets go, letting the cloth hand dangle down on its own. Pinching at the satin, he slides the fabric down along his form, straightening out his arm as it makes its way all the way past his elbow. Fingers fold together as he passes the wrist. It's a snug fit, but it's a fit, nonetheless. With one last tug, his fingers penetrate, filling the glove and sliding into their rightful places.

He holds the newly donned garment up in the air, letting the light shine off of the satin. With a sigh, he stands on his toes, rolling his fingers as he gets used to the feel. As fabric shifts over fur and flesh, it feels so natural, almost as if they were made specifically for him.

With the same reverence, he squats back down, giving this other glove the exact same treatment as the first. It wouldn't be fair to the lovely dear, otherwise. With his fingers covered, his grip is slightly looser, making the process a little more difficult than before, but that only makes the experience that much more intimate. Soon, but not too soon, his remaining fingers fit into their proper places.

Once they are both on, he tiptoes his way back into the main bedroom. His hips sway ever-so-slightly as he keeps his hands to his sides, fingers brushing at his waist. Already, the teasing touch begins to have its effect on his body, and that thumping in his heart only gets heavier when he stops in front of his mirror.

There he is, former admiral Dai, naked as the day he was born, save for the addition of these amazing elbow-length gloves. Their color contrasts with his fur in such a darling way, highlighting not just his fingers and palms, but giving such a decorative definition to his slim physique. He rests fingers along his collarbone and stands there, one foot in front of the other, staring at himself in the mirror.

Dai starts from the top. Both of his ears stand tall and proud. His hair looks great, just as he had wanted. Just below his neckline, his fingers twitch over the collarbone, excitement burning through them as the satin encases them. He bites his lip as he glances further downward, now slowly taking those fingers along his body.

There is no reason to rush this. He's home now, in the comfort of his own room, surrounded by the things he loves. He has all the time in the world to appreciate these lovely new gloves and what they can do to his body. He'd pet his fur and brushed over himself with satin gloves before, but so far, the electric shiver coming from these is unlike any other.

He giggles, thinking to himself that perhaps their previous owner kept them around for a similar purpose. If so, he's glad to put them to use once more. Beauties like these do not deserve to be buried.

Broken breaths escape from his lips, and his eyelids drop low as he lets his gloved fingers trail their way down his form. There's nothing like the touch of hands made out of different materials over his body. He stands on his toes and closes his eyes, experiencing the sensations as his fur tickles the fingertips, his own fingers getting a dulled sensation that is just right for him.

Dai rolls his lip in his teeth as his new gloves find their way down at his waist, each hand following the path of his pelvic bone down and between, until he makes first contact at the base of his growing erection.

With a gasp and a shudder that travels down his body, he brushes his first finger down and around, until it is underneath his shaft. Using only two fingers, Dai strokes along the length. Meanwhile, his other hand makes it to the head, finger and thumb gently pinching on either side to peel back the foreskin and expose the sensitive tip.

Dai's ears twitch as he hears his little broken moans escape his lips, and he flutters his eyes open, focusing directly on the main stage of his show. The shimmering green fabric working on his manhood brings a certain artistic quality to this selfish demonstration. To know that this dance is for his eyes only is enough to spur his length to twitch in near climax.

He gasps, pausing his breath and ceasing his actions. Taking a few more breaths, Dai closes his eyes once more, letting the two fingers stroke up and down along the length as his other index finger swirls around the now-exposed head.

He stumbles back and shakes his head, glancing over his shoulder to judge the distance. Satisfied, he lets himself fall, hitting the bed with a loud "flumph." His legs dangle off of the edge, his bunny butt cushioned by the mattress.

He smiles in a toothy, open-mouthed grin while he takes the fingers that were stroking the length and bring them down to his dangling bits. He runs them along the sac's seam, letting the aroused orbs roll in his hold and play a careful juggling act that teeters on the edge of pleasure and pain. But he's done this to himself many times before, and since he has no distractions, pain does not come. It is only pleasure. Beautiful, beautiful pleasure.