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"Vik, can you come over here and tune my pegs?"
Vikath looked up from their practicing and met Pathwick's eyes with an expression of surprise. That was an awfully intimate request, but they supposed they had been friends for a while now. They had to be - they were the only two Thwoks on the island. They approached the other Thwok, who was on a small chair, with slight hesitation, walking around to their backside. They thought they caught the glimpse of a smirk on Pathwick's curled lips, showing a flash of sharp teeth. What on earth was he planning? They reached to the other's pegs, surpressing a feeling of unease.
"Turn forward." Vikath did so, a small amount. Pathwick plucked a note in response. "More." They did. A slightly sharper note came out. "Fuck, just crank it." Vikath, caught off guard, turned the pegs all the way forward. This elicited a small, breathy sound out of the other, hanging in the air like the plucked notes before it. They could see the fur raised on their ashy back, tongue curling a bit in response. "I- sorry. I didn't mean to-" Pathwick cut them off. "No. Continue."
Despite themself, they turned the pegs more, and the soft moans began to grow in volume. Vikath, entirely shocked at themself for continuing, felt themself growing more aroused as the moans continued. They hadn't ever seen their friend this way before - well, not consistently - but now his voice felt like a drug, his body groaning heavily against theirs now, lips curling further in delight. "Fuck, that feels good." they let out in a shaky breath. He leaned his head back, meeting in a position below Vikath, eyes blissed out and fur distinctively ruffled. His dimples showed themselves against his crooked smile. God, he looked gorgeous. Fuck it. Fuck it all.
Still holding on to their pegs, they turned them as hard as their strength would allow forwards, causing Pathwick to jerk forward and let out a yelp of pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head, sweat forming on the violet fuzz of his limbs, claws digging into the legs of the chair and leaving marks. "Fuck! Ah, Vik! Hold it there, as far as you can go~!" Vikath eagerly complied, and soon Pathwick was crying out in raw pleasure, screaming their name. "AhH~ Fu- vIK~!" Their own arousal only grew, spurred on by the other creature. He let go after a moment, leaving only a few ragged breaths between them.
Vikath was in a daze when Pathwick suddenly got up from his chair, and in one quick movement pinned Vikath against the wall. The impact felt good somehow, and sent an aroused shiver down their spine. Despite his slightly shorter stature, Pathwick brought himself up to their ear. "You don't know how long I've wanted you." he whispered, each word soft and full of desire. He bit Vikath's peg on that side playfully, eliciting another shiver from the other Thwok. Sweat formed along their horns, feeling like hot steam. Pathwick started tracing their furry body down to their chest, feeling around for the hidden nipple underneath. Their breath caught in their throat as they found the sensitive stub, and steaming pleasure rippled throughout their body as he sent his multicolored tongue over the exposed skin. He teased the other nipple with his black-painted finger, the double stimuli making them fall back against the wall again. "Agh! shit- aH... Wick~" they groaned against the rubbing sensation. Pathwick reached for their ass with their free hand, and he didn't even try to hide his grin at the breathy gasp that escaped Vikath's mouth.
The teasing was getting to them, eyes glazing over in a swamp of pleasure, unable to think straight. "PleAse- lower." they gasped through their daze. Pathwick responded by lowering down to his knees, feeling for the head of Vikath's shaft. It rose out of it's hiding spot, flaring almost red in anticipation, and Pathwick summed up it's size with admiration. "Impressive." he commented, lip curling seductively as he met his friend's eyes. Vikath looked away, face flushing red under their thick fur. "Just... get on with it." Pathwick laughed in a low voice, and without warning, swallowed the other's length.
The sudden wave of hot pleasure that washed over them left them melting against the wall, grabbing at the other Thwok's hair for support. They gasped for breath as the soul was sucked out of them, leaving a mess of raised fur and lost eyes. "Wick! Oh, fUCK~" they managed to push out, in an absolute state of dissarray. Pathwick's elongated tongue stretched soulfully over their length, reaching every curve and coating their shaft in saliva. At the back of thier throat they could feel something frigid - a tongue piercing. It added to the excess of pleasure in their cock, sending them further over the edge. They began to leak, which Pathwick dutifully licked up. They were shuddering, overstimulated and not stimulated enough, grasping the other's thick coat in sweet agony. "I'm- close-" they gasped out, and he gave one final lick up their length before opening his mouth at their tip. Ectasy coarsed through their veins as they let out one final groan, leaving every last drop of their cum swallowed by Pathwick. They let go of the other's fur, leaving an imprint of sweat. He stood back up, admiring his work shakily, grinning and gasping for air.
"Fuck... how did you..." Vikath whispered, blinking in astonishment, closing their eyes for a moment to process. When they opened them again, Pathwick was in the doorframe, leaning back to look at them, giving them an enticing wink. "Anytime, hot stuff." He smirked in satisfaction and left Vikath in the room alone, reeling and still gasping for air.
"...that motherplucker."