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Drak had to keep his head turned partially away for the density of the stench wafting up from down and in front of him. It was a bit sickening yet enticing at the same time, deeply reassuring and _invigorating_the way this other hyena attended to him with neither hesitation nor disdain: as soon as Shekh - since that's what the striped hyena had said his name was, after Drak had nervously, somewhat awkwardly asked a moment ago - had dropped to his knees, fished the other hyena's cock out of his pants, and saw what he had in store for him, those olive-green eyes widened in the usual disbelief mixed with the unusual excitement.

His words, his teasing, the touch of his fingers as he rolled Drak's extensive foreskin back, paw over paw over paw... and revealed the dank, damp folds in between and underneath, caked with the thick, gritty grime of his two days gone unwashed. Everything built up in that time clung there, like roils of mud along a riverbank though creamy yellowish-white in color. Frantic with embarrassment, Drak had watched in fear as Shekh leaned in, hovered his nose over the evidence of his uncleanliness, then took a sniff; his nostrils and eyes had both widened, his lips came open, he visibly recoiled, and then he simply came forward and closed the distance.

And Drak watched, again and again and again, as the dutiful hyena dragged his tongue into the slick, slimy folds of tender skin struck through with built-up gunk, and scooped the squishy, oily mass out. Flecks of that yellow-white still sprinkled across his lips, his gums, his teeth, even his nose as he worked, the striped hyena having long since brought his own shaft out into the air between his legs; taking it upon himself to give Drak this thorough cleaning had apparently gotten him fully hard, and with one paw he slowly stroked at himself, his much shorter - but still easily appreciable - and also apparently much cleaner foreskin rolling smoothly back and forth.

Up above, Drak cleared his throat, swallowed, then grimaced. He could taste himself on the air, high and rich and heavy, like day-old seafood and dried ammonia. Reflexively he throbbed; Shekh murmured in front of him, rolled the other hyena's thick, supple skin forward, and scooped his tongue underneath the rim, deliberately drawing some of his foreskin up between his lips to suckle more of the gathered grease off.

"Um..." Drak turned his head again. Green eyes glittered up at him from beneath half-closed lids. "Are you sure you don't wanna, like - go get a drink, or something? I could-"

"Why?" Shekh swallowed with visible effort and lifted his muzzle underneath Drak's hefty shaft. With that paw in place he rolled the larger hyena's grease- and saliva-slickened skin forward far enough for it to slop slightly across his nose; his eyes fluttered shut and he took in a breath before pulling himself free. "Telling me you gotta piss?"

"Well - I just mean, you're - ah-"

Drak's paw smacked back against the brick wall behind him, and his entire body tensed up. Seeing the result of his action, Shekh repeated it a second time, and a third; holding the other hyena here against the end of his muzzle, he dragged his tacky, grime-smeared tongue up across the underside of Drak's lengthy frenulum, following the line of semi-taut skin as it stretched out underneath him. Back and forth he worked his paw, shifting the slimy skin forward and back, causing the inner wrinkles to bunch together, squish against one another, and finally squeeze out more of his buildup - which Shekh dutifully angled towards, and drew into his mouth again.

Naturally Drak could smell his breath from here. He looked down again, easily coming closer and closer to his peak just from this spit-shine: Shekh had eagerly wiped up most of the sludge from further back within Drak's folds and was now making his way towards his head. The striped hyena shrugged and resumed his work, pawing both of them in rhythm, though Drak's much longer overhang provided much more leeway in his pace.

Both hyenas knew where Shekh's attention currently lingered, though. Lips pursed there along the underside of Drak's frenulum, suckling gently at the tight, sensitive band, making him twitch and throb so that his heavy shaft lurched upwards and then smacked back down again, green eyes focused right behind the rim of the larger hyena's head, where he had first scooped his tongue upon rolling all of this dense, overlapping, dank skin back, and where so much more of the stinking, slimy mess had gathered back into place. Chunky, oily, squishy bits pressed over each other and reached up along the rim, smearing across reddish-pink flesh underneath each time Shekh rolled Drak's succulent skin over, only for him to lean in and brush his lips across the new stains, gently, carefully.

The constant, dank moisture, the skin itself, the thin coating of foul clinging grease, all kept Drak at the peak of sensitivity. Shekh had keyed into this and kept what movements he could slow and soft, letting his tongue dance in between the folds of skin and over tender flesh; here at the built-up ridge behind the other hyena's head, though, he straightened up, took in a deep whiff, shuddered from his ears down to his tail, then actually turned his paw around and scooped the pad of two fingers along the stuff.

Drak watched, confused and somewhat disgusted, as the sludge curled off along his fingers, bits falling off to the side as he went. Shekh looked up at him, winked, then sat back, spread his legs, and with his other paw tugged his own foreskin all the way back. The sensation visibly made him shiver, and as he looked down at himself Shekh squished his upper lip up towards his nose, still taking deep drags of Drak's stink.

"See," the striped hyena began, lowering his grimy fingers down towards himself. One hyena watched as the other wiped and smeared the first's buildup across his head, back behind the rim, down along the retracted wrinkles of his own foreskin, and then slid everything back up; Shekh shivered again with delight, some of Drak's product welling up beneath his puckered overhang, and slid his fingers to the first knuckle down underneath the skin there just to wipe off the rest. "I'm not very, ah, productive_in that realm, but _you..." And he returned his muzzle to its place underneath Drak's cock, tongue lapping up at his frenulum, sucking it in between his lips, rubbing it there, letting it go again. "You're got _more_than enough to share. You don't mind, right?"

Speechless again, Drak stifled a moan, thrust his hips forward, tugged back, thrust again as Shekh continued there, swirling and flicking over that sensitive spot, stroking himself back and forth to show more of Drak's mess smeared there into his foreskin instead. Again and again the larger hyena tried to give his reply, but instead he found the pressure growing, the urgency building up inside of him; his knees wobbled, his chest swelled with a shaky inhalation, he twitched and throbbed in Shekh's paw, slick fingers halfway hidden underneath dense folds of retracted skin-

-and when he came from the sensation of the tongue folding back and forth across his underside, the pleasure pounded through him with enough force that he bumped his head against the wall behind him, and spurted hard enough to splash against the opposite wall of the alleyway. Shekh's pace quickened as Drak unloaded in front of him and over his shoulder, freely drawing the other hyena's foreskin up across his nose and lips, his own slipping and sliding so much easier with Drak's generous contribution. Still pumping out across Shekh's muzzle, Drak's legs shook where he stood, hypersensitivity turned up beyond the max, until within seconds Shekh similarly tensed, tightened, bucked, then bucked again, and again, hot breaths puffing out inside the larger hyena's bundled foreskin, causing it to swell out like a balloon where he kept it pinched around his muzzle.

Gradually Shekh pulled himself back out from around Drak's cock, and there he saw that the striped hyena had done the same to himself, a forefinger and thumb pinching his own overhang shut, now swollen around both his own load and Drak's grime. Shekh swallowed, licked his lips, swallowed again, then smoothly rolled back - and again Drak felt that familiar mix of disgust and arousal from the oily, chunky yellow-white mix that oozed out.

Panting, Shekh lifted his gaze again, tongue lolling out of his mouth. "So," he said, "meet up here in two more days, again?"