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“ It’s been some time, since I’ve had a relationship of my own. Perhaps I should settle down. . . “

— tongue proceeding to curl and twist, refusing to leave even a single inch untainted by his thick, frothy spittle. Mason continues to descend, and with support from the canid, his lips inevitably kiss up against his hot, fuzzy groin.

Mason chokes, as Caine instinctively ruts upwards, his tip brushing along the back of the weasel’s extra slick throat. He can feel spittle seeping forth, coating and sticking to Caine’s pulsating mast like a thin, slimy film. “ Mmh. . . Mfh. . . “ His gaze becomes lidded, —

— carefully coiling around his tip. A soft groan causes his velvety maw to buzz around Caine’s thick head, as Mason gradually edges downwards, inch after inch sinking into the slimy depths of his gullet.

A soft gasp comes from between Caine’s thighs, as boiling, fire-type pre seeps forth. Mason’s tongue slowly unfurls, pressing against the length of the canid’s shaft, acting as a hot, wet carpet for the underside of Caine’s fleshy mast. A soft hum sounds forth, lips —

— warm, airy blanket. His lips teeter forwards, meeting the tip with a gentle, wet smack. His nostrils flare, savouring the younger man’s masculine scent.

Huff. . . Mason gulps, before shuffling closer. His frame casts a shadow on Caine, due to his broad frame. The weasel lowers himself, whiskered visage hovering before the canid’s shaft. A soft breath seeps forth, enveloping Caine’s twitching mast, akin to that of a —

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To say that something has caught his eye would be an understatement. Though, a longing gaze often leads to far more. May. . . indulge?

So cute. . . He’s struggling to avert his gaze.

Cupping his tits. Heavy. . .

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“ Hah. . . There’s no need to worry about me. I enjoy my own company. “ Mason smiles at the fire-type, as he approaches. “ . . . But I enjoy the company of others even more. “ He whispers, a hand gently resting upon the ‘Zard’s chest, another carefully running down his side.

Mason has an inkling as to why the ‘Zard has chosen to visit. “ Hah, you know what they say. Home is where the heart is! “ He grunts, as the jock’s tail whips at his rear, causing his mounds to ripple. His whiskers twitch, as he speaks. “ My son thinks very highly of you. . “

ㅤ 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙼 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶♕ ㅤ

“ M—Me? “ Mason blinks, feeling somewhat taken aback. He hadn’t been expecting company of any kind, given his own attire, that being a shirt that was far too small, and a pair of particularly short shorts. “ I. . . Well, come on in! “ He’s confused, but also, enticed.

Some hustle and bustle can be heard from the other side, followed by the jingling of keys. The door eventually swings open, revealing Mason. “ Oh! You’re. . . “ He chuckles, as if somewhat embarrassed. “ . . . My apologies. Names aren’t my forte. Are you here to see my son? “