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"Are you sure about this?"

Shekh adjusted where he straddled the leopard's body, deliberately letting his sack swing and brush against the feline's bellyfur. He had to focus down there anyway, though just as soon shifted his thoughts elsewhere; this would be much easier if he himself was soft and then Kopa underneath him hard, instead of vice-versa. The striped hyena bit his lip, huffed a little breath, and pushed forward again, until the tapered, wrinkled overhang of his foreskin nudged up against slick, pert sheath-tip, and brushed off to the side there.

"Of course I'm sure," he finally answered, looking briefly over his shoulder. Blue eyes half-lidded in apparently lazy indulgence appraised him, then bounced beneath sassy brows. "Though I'm wondering if I should turn around and give you something to keep your mouth busy."

"Well, I mean. If my head were attached directly to my pelvis..." One of the cat's paws came up and squeezed in along Shekh's rump, thumb teasing easily beneath his tail. The hyena straightened up and couldn't help but shiver, feeling that soft pad slip over the sleek wrinkles of his pucker. "Nice ass, bro."

"Thanks. I grew it myself." Shekh turned forward again and pinched his foreskin between, a forefinger and thumb, tugging the supple skin away from the head underneath; it held in place among slight, tacky moisture and then pulled along, stretching, leaving a gap between the inner surfaces enough for him to easily slip his other forefinger in, pinch from the inside, spread... "Hold still."

That paw continued to squish and mash in place there, now joined by its fellow along the other side. Kopa pushed his thumbs against the hyena's tailhole, pressed there, tugged apart, kneaded him like dough. "Ain't got much of a choice."

"Yeah, yeah. Hang on. Let me... just..."

And Shekh rocked his hips forward a little bit with the motion of his stretched foreskin, just barely managing to slip a third finger into the warm, humid space there. Already he felt the so-familiar stirring just from poking and prodding and teasing at himself - so many times late at night he had lounged on the couch or in bed, one paw shoved into his pants working the succulent skin back and forth over itself between a finger and thumb until he gasped and jerked and ballooned that little space with fresh spurts - but with a little bit of extra dexterity from his wrists and just the right angle, he parted the rim of his foreskin up against Kopa's sheath, held it in place there, squeezed down... and then slid his other paw away to reach forward and down.

"Okay," he said, flicking his tall ears back. "Now, cough."

There was a pause. "What?" And then - "ohh," as he curled his fingers around the feline's sack and squeezed gently, then immediately moved to rolling his balls back and forth in his grasp. In between and over his fingers, then tugging at the plush pouch of skin and warmth; he tugged them forward, wrapped one, two, three fingers between balls and body, tugged again, then let them slip back down into his palm again, where he gently pressed them up between the leopard's legs.

And as he did so he felt the tepid space locked between stretched foreskin and plump sheath start to recede, filled out by the feline's gradually growing arousal. He noticed the heat first, quickly overtaken by the naturally higher, wetter slickness of the animalistic sheath, everything within needing to be kept moist - and then when he reached his thumb up to run it back and forth along the root of Kopa's sheath, then came exactly what he was looking for.

For a moment Shekh forgot about the paws squishing at his rump, the thumbpads teasing in his tailhole, the tickle of hot breath across the underside of his tail. There was sleek, wet, solid heat filling his foreskin, pressing it out from inside, stretching it to its limit like when he managed to fit both thumbs inside of it, and then above this a slight tingling tickle like someone running their claws gently, gently over his sensitive head.

Then again, and again, in so many different places against both his head as well as the interior surface of his stretched skin, spiking whenever he moved or twitched, brushing and tickling and poking. It made his tail lash and his ears flick, and even before he had shifted his other paw back from Kopa's balls to his own shaft he felt the leopard slowly grinding his hips against him, thrusting up into supple stretched skin, filling him further with his own presence and soft, pliable feline barbs.

If he moved too fast Shekh winced and had to pause, but keeping himself stretched forward against the lips of Kopa's sheath and stroking himself with his other paw... the pressure continued to grow, these individual little prickles quickly coalescing into a single tingling sensation there within his foreskin. Before long he could turn his paw and squeeze his skin tight around Kopa's shaft, the leopard's arousal pressing out from inside his sheath and further into Shekh's own foreskin, held in place against his head through layers of skin.

The paws squeezing at his rump remained in place but now just held there, attention diverted elsewhere. Every time the hyena pumped himself forward, bunching just a little bit more give into the stretched skin, he felt Kopa reciprocate underneath him and thrust in as well, scraping those prickling barbs so tenderly across him.

Normally it was the sensation of this same skin pulling back and forth, slipping so easily, so smoothly forward and back that got him there, but just feeling Kopa straining and throbbing against him combined with the extra stretch and pressure within his foreskin, the skin taut and tight around both of them, along with the steady pace both of them set - Shekh gritted his teeth again, tilted his head back, and found that he, too, had started to pump his hips where he straddled the leopard's body, balls grinding forward and back along his firm, flat belly. His knees started to draw together against the tickle bordering on itchiness bordering on pain, all wrapping together into something unlike anything he had felt before - until he gasped, jerked, jerked again, and now clamped both paws down around the rim of his foreskin, biting down into his lip as he squeezed down on a ring of Kopa's barbs.

Then the pressure grew, and grew, and grew, now liquid heat spurting out in thick, dense bursts to fill out the spaces in between. Unable to stretch any further around both of them and the hyena's load, Shekh soon felt some of those spurts squirting free from underneath his fingers, streaking white out across pale cinnamon-cream fur. Shaking, panting, a little bit dizzy, he untwined his paws from around them, swallowed again, tried to move back... felt himself stick in place, tried again, winced as soft barbs tugged and teased at hypersensitive nerves, and then finally reached down to roll his foreskin manually back across both of them.

Kopa tapped at Shekh's thigh, his own fully hard shaft glistening with fresh wetness and now freely twitching. Still he worked his hips, now humping into the open air with streaks and ropes of milky white oozing free, catching along those very same barbs.

"Come on," he hissed, "don't leave me hangin'. You had your fun, now it's - _my_turn..."

"What?" Shekh panted in return, once more glancing over his shoulder. He leaned himself forward to take the leopard back in both of his paws, at the same time making sure to slip his rump further back and up along Kopa's chest towards his muzzle. "Didn't enjoy it?"

"Dude, if you so much as breathe on me you'll find out just how much I did enjoy that."