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Two Time's hands run down Shedletsky's sides, as they fall to their knees, looking up at the man with a unreasonable amount of hunger in their eyes, tail flicking from side to side with anticipation. Their hands tugging at his shorts for balance, just barely holding on to his hips.
"You little faggot better hurry up. The round is almost over." He says, running his hand through their hair, scratching behind their ears. "Be quick okay." He receives a purr is response taking that as a yes. He undoes the draw string, letting his pajama like shorts hit the floor, a new sense of wind flows through his thighs leaving a tingling sensation. Two Time's warm paws counteract the cold wind passing through, mixing the excitement with the fear of being caught. Their paws claw at his fried chicken print boxers letting them rest upon the floor with his other pieces of clothing. His damp, semi-hard cock dangles in front of them, a thin, silver-clear line of pre-cum runs along the bottom of his shaft, making the throbbing cock glisten under the moonlight. Shedletsky's brown curly hair casts a shadow of his eyes, hiding his emotion, as their paws start to rub up and down him. He grunts as they pick up pace, petting them as they try to stay balanced. TwoTime slows as they lick their lips, indicating whats next on the agenda. They put their lips up to him, licking the sensitive tip with their hard sandpaper tongue, causing a small yep to exit him before he quickly regains his composure. They gradually start sliding it down their throat stopping every few centimeters to breathe around his twitching cock, each warm breath sending shivers down his spine. After another couple of breaks, they find themselves nose deep within his curly pubic hair, getting a smell of the old dried cum at he hasn't cleaned off for months. They gag as the smell pierces through their skull but quickly dulls away, overcome by the not so obvious cock down their throat that seems to be continuously leaking a faintly salty liquid. Slowly, but surely, they start to bob their head up and down him, he hums a deep note as their movements quicken, sending him into a almost trance like state. The bells on TwoTime jingle as Shedletsky starts to push himself into them, causing a deep bruise of the back of their throat, but TwoTime cant feel it over the haze flooding their mind. Shedletsky grips the back of TwoTime's head, forcing them down on his cock. They gag and choke, unable to breathe over his pulsating cock. After a few more moments of sheer torture, Shedletsky's once controlling demeanor gets overtaken by a tremor rushing throughout his body. He erupts down TwoTime's throat, covering it in a shining, white, viscous glaze. The sweat from their bodies starts to cool as Shedletsky pulls out from their mouth, pulling up their shorts.
"God, that was amazing." He stutters, still under the effects of the adrenaline rush pumping through his veins. "Please, anytime you want. Ask" He says looking into their feline eyes.
"Okay, sounds good." TwoTime says, pulling away, leaving a trail hanging from their mouth.