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Relentless humidity coming down in slow, harsh waves. It was unending, merciless, almost agonizing if not for the occasional breeze to stave off the high temperatures. The cacophony of birds in the branches above, combined with the buzzing of some insects, made for quite the chaos of sound in the dense trees. Shafts of light pierces through the branches, making for quite a beautiful sight in spite of the sweat inducing environment.\n\nYashari was crouched, well hidden in the foliage with his tail tucked behind him. He sighed, still craning his head to search for any sign of his prey. So far, that huge bird he saw was still nowhere to be found, and in a forest of greens and browns, its white feathers, bright and vibrant as the clouds in the sky, should have been more obvious than fireflies at night. Now, the lizard was flustered, and he was slowly getting more and more annoyed with each passing moment. Leaves rustled in the wind, and it was all he heard as he considered just choosing an alternative catch. After all, no sense in chasing a target so elusive when you could find numerous smaller game. But still he wondered how something so big and loud could just vanish in this part of the area. It seemed impossible, yet somehow he couldn’t find it.\n\nThe heat of the day was starting to act on him, and he wiped away sweat from his body, fanning himself with a picked jungle leaf. This was the same forest that he had lived in for all his life, and he was no stranger to the sights and sounds, and frankly, he would have been at peace. To him, a little bit of perspiration was entirely fine, he had become used to it. But the missing bird was just messing with and putting him out of sorts today, and suddenly everything began to tick him off, as if the day decided to give him a short fuse.\n\nJust then out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of it. Right there! On that faraway branch! He readied his arrows, bow poised as he took his aim. It was busy preening its feathers, every now and then, its head darting about. It wasn’t even moving from branch to branch. Even better. Now to steady his hand, focus. No need to rush the shot. The arrow was readied. String pulled back. He needed to just steady his hand and...\n\nThen he felt a sudden smack on his rear, and the sheer shock made him jump out in response.\n\n“Ahhh!”\n\n“Hahahaha, got you again ‘Shari!”\n\n“Wha..whaaa!”\n\nHe tumbled out, easily losing his footing over an exposed tree root and falling into another bush. There was even more laughter, brimming with youthful energy, and its owner grinned back at him, giving off a slightly mischievous demeanour. Right now with the heavy flapping of wings, and an almost mocking squawk, that itself was more than enough indication of his prey escaping thanks to divine intervention. Yashari simply groaned, sitting up and getting rid of the leaves that were still on him.\n\n“Once again, I’ve proven my superior sneaking skills! Hahaha!”\n\nSuch was how Kethul was, and the disgruntled green lizard simply rolled his eyes. This yellow scaled buffoon had just messed up his chance to get a kill, a good kill too, and simply gave a look of intense disapproval. He rolled his eyes, unamused by this entirely.\n\n“Did you have fun? Smacking my ass like that?”\n\n“Please ‘Sha, it’s always fun,” Kethul replied, grinning.\n\nThe bright colored lizard stood a tiny bit taller than him, and he had some visible form of muscle from helping out with heavy work in the village. His naturally jovial outlook seemed to make him glow, even though right now he ought to have been more apologetic. But the heightened anger and irritation Yashari had quickly mellowed out to his usual calm self. Kethul had that effect on most people; his bubbly personality could instantly liven any room or lighten any moods.\n\n“There goes my potential hunt…”\n\n“Oh come now, no need to be so grumpy~”\n\n“I had it, Kethul. It would have been a fine meal, instead of just...fish and-”\n\n“We already have plenty of fish, plus, I snagged a fox and a rabbit. The others are going to be so delighted~”\n\nYashari pursed his lips, eyes flicking over to see the sizable catch they had. He really couldn’t deny it, today was still a good find. The bird at this point would have just been him trying to goad a bit more praise. Even then, he really did have it assuredly, and if not for Kethul’s cheekiness, he wouldn’t be here now on his ass, in a bush looking up at his hunter companion.\n\n“...the bird would have been a big highlight for today,” he remarked softly, moving to sit cross-legged, keeping his arrows.\n\n“I’d say your ass is always a highlight~” Kethul joked, getting down one knee, finger stroking Yashari’s chin affectionately.\n\nThe green lizard blushed, watching him approach before their snouts met.\n\n“Though, we should get back first.”\n\n“I...say they can wait a bit for dinner,” the yellow lizard said back, tail intertwining with his.\n\nYashari groaned softly, feeling his lover kiss his neck, planting gentle smooches as a hand ran along his inner thigh, going up to his tribal briefs. Soon, Kethul was atop him, the two sharing an embrace in the midst of the jungle, hidden away in thick shrubbery. They pressed their foreheads together, and the yellow lizard gave a low rumbly content growl in response, before they started to hug, kissing each other.\n\nAlready so eager to get right into it, his kisses moved from Yashari’s lips, down his neck and slowly moving on right over to his jawline. Taking a moment, he stared down into his lover’s eyes, cheeks flushing red as he then licked along his forehead, and resumed their fervent kissing. Muffled moans could be heard, ever so soft. But it seemed to drown out even the birds and insects of the jungle. Neither would care about anything else, actions driven by arousal as they continued.\n\nYashasi could only moan into his mate’s maw, their forked tongues meeting and wrapping around each other too, almost mimicking the two scaled reptiles’ embrace. His hands wrapped under and around Kethul’s arms, caressing the back of his head, and lazily going down his back. With that, he trailed down, going along the sides of the larger one’s hips, feeling his strong muscular body.\n\nKethul was always known to be the bigger of the two, what with his size and stature. He had the larger frame and the brawnier body and it was no wonder as to why he was tasked with more physically intense jobs. Yashari had often seen him doing laborious tasks, and still be so energetic by the end of the day, in fact, there was very few days in which he remembered seeing Kethul tired out or exhausted in the least. The green lizard could see the muscles that defined his lover’s body, and his fingers snaked along the sides of Kethul’s briefs, cheekily resting there.\n\nHis scales, bright yellow, with a paler front and underbelly, were accentuated by his choice of bright red tribal bikini briefs. He himself claimed the red was a good luck color, and it was adored with some medallions and leaf patterns on the fabric. One or two of the ornaments were given by his family, as blessings or some personal sentiment. Others were either shiny stones he found along the way, or were gifts from maybe the elders of the village. All in all, the bright color of his garment really brought it all out.\n\nBut his visual treat of his mate and his body was interrupted, as Kethul himself came into view. Yashari gritted his teeth, feeling a tongue lick along his neck, traversing the side ever so slowly, teasingly, like it was purposefully making a journey along his jawline. Kethul then nuzzled tenderly into the smaller one’s neck, eliciting more groans from him.\n\n“Nnng...hhh...hhh, impatient, eh?”\n\n“Think of it as me making it up for making you lose your big catch~”\n\nKethul moved a bit, crawling backwards and down the green one’s body, getting a better view of Yashari’s bulge. Clad in a vibrant pair of sky blue briefs, it housed his crotch quite nicely. Along the left side of the waistline were various colored feathers, attached as mementos from special hunts. The other side had two teeth, both taken from wild swamp alligators, dangling like small trophies.\n\nBut Kethul wasn’t about to only admire the way his mate put decorations on himself. He was after the real prize.\n\nMoving close, the yellow lizard pressed his nose into the bulge presented before him. He took a long sniff, and gave a slow growl of pleasure as he inhaled in such strong musk. Yashari was groaning in turn, enjoying this too, and Kethul wasted no time in really rubbing his face into that cyan garment bulge, feeling it stiffen. Even then, he didn’t stop, continuing to breathe in that wondrous, intoxicating scent that was all over his lover’s briefs. His movements were deliberate, slow, he wanted to really savor as much of the smells as he could, as well as give the bulge the attention and play it deserved.\n\n“Ahh...Ket…”\n\n“Hush, ‘Shari,” he whispered.\n\nKethul now moved to give the package a fine grope, smirking at how Yashari jerked and squirmed under his hold. Even now, a dark spot of pre began to appear, shiny and sticky, only growing more as he fondled and stroked the sky colored bulge. His hands kept themselves busy, feeling how hard he was through those briefs, still rubbing him sensually. He stopped, if only for a small moment to take a whiff at his hand, the one that delightfully wrapped its fingers round Yashari’s crotch. Once again, that irresistible scent came up, and Kethul grunted, feeling immense arousal at that as well. He could resist no longer and once more pressed his face firmly against that bulge; so much that all he saw was the blue of the tribal briefs.\n\n“Mmm...I love your scent, ‘Shari…It’s good...so good...”\n\nStrong, powerful, it had that familiar smell of sweat mixed in. But it was undeniably Yashari’s own personal scent. Kethul pulled away, simply marvelling at the size of the smaller one’s bulge, seeing the dark blue spot of pre slowly spread, the center of it shimmering with wetness. He kept himself within distance of it, taking sniffs of it as he rubbed and jerked the erection housed within the briefs and also giving his eyes a treat to its size. Meanwhile, he himself moved his other hand to his own bulge, squeezing and playing with his own package, eagerly tending to his own arousal that had grown so considerably.\n\nAll the while, Yashari himself was lost in the pleasure, laying back on the grass. He craned his neck a little, blushing as he saw his mate pleasure himself as well through those vibrant red tribal garments. His breathing had quickened to erratic pants, and their moans came out to join the haphazard orchestra of noise that was the forest itself. Not only that, his bulge had become moist enough that a faint squelching was starting to become audible. With each grope, came some squishes that just sounded so arousing.\n\n“Ket, if you keep on... I’m going...to sp-”\n\nHe never got the chance to finish his words, Kethul immediately grabbing both of Yashari’s legs, keeping them apart to further press his whole face into that bulge. Pleasure had taken hold of his tongue, and he could only whimper in delight, only able to squirm and grind back against the larger one’s cheek.\n\nKethul had become faster as well, and his mischievous nature was starting to show as he occasionally stopped to jostle and bounce the bulge, treating it like some toy; albeit a very heavily scented and stiff one. His fingers cradled it, feeling it up as one would for fruit, and then giving it several sensual kisses, holding the last one for a while longer. Pleasure had built up, and Yashari could easily feel it nearing that point, slowly but ever so surely, and his moans grew in volume, turning into throaty, lewd prompts for Kethul, who relished a bit too much in his teasing.\n\n“Mmm..what if I said no? Hmm?”\n\n“Ahh...please Ket, please…”\n\nYashari had attempted to sit up, eagerly trying in an almost desperate attempt to push the larger yellow lizard away so he could finish it himself. But Kethul swiftly shoved him back down playfully, grinning with mischief.\n\n“No, and I feel like keeping you this way…”\n\n“But...ahhh...but…’\n\nHe had wanted to protest, being so close to his climax, and yet put at such an agonizing fraction of a bit more to reach it. Moaning in delight, all he could really do was watch as Kethul licked a bit at the wet spot of pre, which had spread and began to encroach upon the swirl designs of his tribal blue bikini briefs. Kethul rubbed his thumb playfully all around it in a slow teasing circle, and when he withdrew his hand, there was a string of pre connecting the two. He loved that, and rubbed his fingers together, feeling its stickiness.\n\n“I insist, ‘Sha. I could keep playing with you till the moon came up to watch~”\n\nDenied his climax already four times, Yashari was gripping at the blades of grass, yanking them out as if they would do anything to release the immense desire and want in him to finally cum. He sat up once more to try to inch himself to climax, and like the previous times, Kethul easily pressed him down, almost threatening to just stop and truly deny him of it all. He relented, submitting as he fidgeted, squirming at his lover’s mercy.\n\n“I beg of you, Ket’...Please...let me spill my seed…just...ahhhh...”\n\nKethul shifted his face away from his lover’s garment clad erection to speak, the briefs already a dark blue with pre.\n\n“Then you owe me a favor~”\n\n“Ahh….ahh! Anything Kethul, by the forest and trees! Please…”\n\n“You swear on it?”\n\n“Nnngh...by my honor as well!”\n\nHe smiled and gave the bulge one last kiss.\n\n“Enjoy.”\n\nYashari’s eyes shut as he felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as he finally came.\n\nFresh lizard jizz. Spurting out, all over inside his briefs. Coming out in thick bursts. Seeping out easily through the woven fabric. It oozed and dripped out slowly, the blue darkening entirely at the bottom as powerful orgasmic delight coursed through him like intense waves, giving such a wondrous finish. Each new crest, and another large spurt of his cum joined the mess that was in his garment, continuing on and on, and whatever had squirted out began to meander down his bulge in a constant trickle to the ground. His crotch was then filled with a familiar warmth as his seed trickled down Kethul’s fingers, which were still giving his bulge some playful gropes to egg the climax on. A decent amount of it absorbed into the fabric, and now the squishing and squelching noises became extremely audible, and Kethul merely chuckled, fondling and squeezing even harder as if to get as much of it as he could right out. He smirked, seeing his lover jerk and tremble. Shuddering. His load emptied out still, really staining and soaking the tribal briefs, and Kethul put his face in, smiling in delight as every now and then, Yashari would grind a bit against his face. Finally, the pulses of his orgasm began to dwindle, and in its place was that familiar sticky slippery sensation in between his legs. He merely smiled as he felt it, his fresh load having coated most of his crotch, panting as the last bits of his climax passed. Now all that was left was his heavy panting, the buzzing of insects and cries of birds unchanged all this while. He shifted his legs a bit, tail twitching in response as excess seed seemed to swish about in his bikini briefs, the fabric managing to hold quite a bit of it in.\n\nKethul just smiled, watching his own handiwork with a sense of pride. From a bright blue to that of the deep sea, the color of Yashari’s briefs had changed at the crotch so drastically. The small trail of jizz that dripped to the grass even reminded him of of the foam left by sea waves, and he grinned at the thought. Sniffing his hand, he groaned a bit in arousal at the new musk that had joined the old in a blend of raw scents.\n\nHe looked down at his own bulge, held in his red briefs and gave a low rumble as his own erection pulsed in the garment, eager to also join in the orgasm too. Kethul had been touching himself all the while, the scent of his lover’s crotch having been more that enough to bring him close to his own orgasm as well. But he had held it off, purposely keeping himself at edge too, just enjoying seeing Yashari moan and squirm like that, and making the cutest noises as he had spilled his seed everywhere. He bend and took another whiff of his mate’s cumsoaked bulge, giving a throaty rumble, absolutely in love with its musk.\n\nKethul then stretched out his other hand which till now had been groping himself, giving Yashari a chance to sniff at it. His own scent. So far, he had only soaked the bulge with pre, and it itself had it own addictive scent. It was considerably strong, and almost instantly, he saw the smaller lizard gasp in surprise, cheeks flushed red upon giving it a whiff. Already he could see him start to stiffen again in those jizz stained blue briefs, and he smiled.\n\nThe larger lizard had now turned about his entire body around and was now situated in which he was nearly seated atop, both facing the bulge of the other and decided to cheekily shift, sitting down upon his mate’s face.\n\n“Take it all in~”\n\n“H-nnngh...augh…”\n\nThe green lizard wanted to struggle and push his lover away. But instantly his snout detected Kethul’s smell, raw and directly from the bulge of the red briefs, and his groans of resistance turned into eager arousal.\n\nPrior to their late afternoon hunt, Yashari had been told that his mate was busy with helping carry heavy buckets of water from the river, intending to help irrigate their village’s crops. Then after, he was helping another of their tribespeople, Sethrin, to bring in freshly cut logs to be carved to make a new boat. If anything, he had been up working in the hot sun all day, and it was extremely apparent now as Yashari felt the intense power behind Kethul’s scent, which was mixed in with sweat. Now the added weight made it so that he was pinned, and breathed nothing but the bigger hunter’s musk, and he couldn’t have been more aroused.\n\nHe was once again thrown back into a state of bliss, eagerly taking in the musk of his strong lover. It was downright irresistible, and he was eagerly pressing his face in like Kethul from earlier, just wanting to take it more.\n\n“Ahh…’Shari…”\n\n“Mmm~”\n\nKethul groaned out, still playing with his bulge, half bucking his hips to grind and rub it all over the green lizard’s face. Feeling Yashari give it some kisses, he grinned at the sensation, still playfully flexing his erection within its red hold as he kept marking his lover’s forehead and cheeks with pre. He continued to let his lover enjoy his scent, entertained by the view of Yashari’s bulge twitching in delight, already hard once more from his musk. From the eager sniffing and his face pressing deep into his crotch, it was clear as day that his mate was almost entranced, just unable to stop taking in more of his musk, his raw scent made more apparent from a hard afternoon’s worth of sweat. Yashari was even grabbing on to his thighs, like he wanted him to remain in this position so he could keep on taking in more of the smells. The yellow lizard grunted, continuing to fondle himself, and with a quick whiff of his lover’s freshly cumsoaked bulge, sent his arousal right up, and orgasm followed right after.\n\n“M-my turn...ahh...to spill...augh…”\n\nKethul shivered upon his climax and the wet spot on his red briefs started to instantly double in size. The fabric offered little resistance, and his jizz spilt through in a steady pour, a bit getting onto his mate’s face. His hand once again got to squeezing and jerking himself, and eagerly spreading the fresh cum that came out right back all over his bulge, turning his red garment’s bulge front into a blend between burgundy and maroon. This was how he liked to do it, and it made his bulge exceptionally musky, something Yashari just couldn’t get enough of, staring intently, engrossed in it. More of his seed flowed out, and he was soon eagerly groping himself, giving more pleasure and quite a view for his lover who was beneath him. Pretty soon, nearly the front of the bulge area of his briefs had his seed, and by giving it another firm squeeze, coaxed out the last bits of cum that was absorbed in the now dark red fabric. Yashari once again eagerly nuzzled into the package above, overwhelmed by the larger new muskier wetness and gave muffled moans as he continued to sniff.\n\n“Mmm...it’s so good Ket’, ahh...I love it…”\n\n“Easy there, ‘Sha...Hehehe, we probably should get back to the other hunters~”\n\n“Ahh, but your scent, I’m hard again from it.”\n\n“We’ll have the entire evening to play, and I intend to have you begging me again to spill~”\n\nHe moved to give the smaller lizard a teasing grope once more, and that was it. Yashari blushed, watching Kethul finally get off him, picking up their hunted animals. Neither were sure how long had passed, but both of them could have cared less about that. The two blushed and hugged, their bulges rubbing against each other, their seeds mixing as they kissed. There was a bit of grinding, but both knew better to put a hold on things, knowing that the sun would not stay up high for very long. Even then, the two relished in the scent of each other, sweat and earth mixed in, and in their hug, they were eagerly nuzzling into each other’s necks. Kethul then immediately went to smack Yashari’s rear once more, proceeding to give it a firm squeeze, the both of them having a laugh as they prepped to go back to their village, tails intertwined with each other.\n\n“You truly cannot go a day without feeling my rear, can you?”\n\n“It’s not my fault you look absolutely arousing in blue. I have half a mind to ask Ikaris to weave another garment for you, maybe a lighter tint like that of the wild flowers~”\n\nAnother smack to his behind, and this time Kethul kept his hand there, feeling it bounce a bit with each step. Yashari just chuckled, enjoying it as well, holding his hand. The two made their way through the forest terrain, the air dotted with the sound of insects and birds up in the canopy. Every now and then, a crunching noise would add itself to the ambience, Kethul helping himself to a nice red apple he had picked earlier. Yashari on the other hand, was already planning a proper explanation for why they were both possibly late to return from their midday hunt.\n\nSoon, a small gathering of other lizards were seen in the the village’s hunter hut, seated in a circle and chatting amongst themselves; seven of them in total. There were many more, but this place was mainly for the older members to chat and eat, joking about the days of old. An aqua green lizardman donning black briefs was guffawing with laughter, a bottle of water in hand as another brown one in orange tribal bikinis recounted some tale. Yashari heaved a sigh of relief, at least relieved that their mood was not entirely sour.\n\nAll these hunters were fit and toned, with bulging muscles that rippled along their arms and torso. A few had the remnants of previous hunt scars on their bodies, signs of intense fights in which they emerged victorious. One of them had three gashes on his cheek, the leftmost one going over his eye which was slightly paler. Another had several claw marks along his chest and shoulders. Yashari had none of those, and Kethul only had a small scar along his forearm which paled in comparison to some of the senior hunters. But even then, they smiled and waved at them both, delighted to see their safe return.\n\nBut most common of all was their custom and age old tradition which they all followed, which was also what aroused the two each time they met with other hunters. They all loved musk, and held it in the highest regard in terms of bonding and affection. Yashari looked at each lizard, all sporting tribal briefs with bulges of different sizes. An older lizard, deep grey scales with a necklace of alligator teeth, donned purple bikinis with a faded spot where his seed had probably accumulated. Another one, dark azure, looking like the night sky, was in a fur cloak and twin sashes of black and white along his waist. He wore brown briefs that seemed like he had recently came, with seed shimmering along his bulge. Musk was how they identified each other, their senses still easily detecting that strong scent in thick vegetation. It was tradition too, that they kept their garments on all the time, and it would hold their every orgasm, their sweat from each day, and this would result in a powerful scent which they believed, was the true mark of a hunter. Affection between them was not uncommon as well, and it was even encouraged to further strengthen the bond that hunters had with each other. Thus, most hunters sported the stains of their cum, old or fresh, proudly for others to see.\n\nYashari blushed, seeing a much older lizard with scales a bright orange, his grey briefs too sporting some jizz stains, groped by his lover who sat beside him, in dark green scales, tribal bikinis a faded lilac.\n\n“Leader Caelen, I-”\n\n“Yashari!” the name’s owner cried out, “Good to see you! You too, Kethul!”\n\nHis voice was rumbly and rough, like the sound of large stones skittering and tumbling on a surface, yet it was mixed in with bright warmth as he met them with arms out. He was a light grey, with frills that faded a bit to darker shades. A bow was strapped to his back, along with two hunting knives at his left side. Standing, he was an entire head taller than both of them, and with a frame large enough that it seemed like he dwarfed them both. His shoulders were broad, and on it was light armor that connected with a dark blue cape that flowed behind him. His garment was a light yellow, and the edges of it were damp with sweat, as was his scales too.\n\n“We have returned from our hunt in the denser hills, please, accept our offering.”\n\n“Hmhmhm, I was wondering what kept you two~” the leader replied, approaching and giving the two lizards a firm grasp on both their cumstained bulges, feeling it up.\n\n“Mmm…”\n\n“A-ahh~”\n\n“Excellent, you both smell strong!” he declared, groping on that last word, “Zakari trained you both very well, hahaha!”\n\nThe other hunters smiled and cheered, each nodding in approval. Yashari and Kethul simply nodded, bowing in respect. Even then, Caelen’s skilled hands were already leaving them both hard, and both their bulges were visibly strained as they sat to celebrate the good hunt.\n\nSoon, the rest of the day passed by in a blur, and the two lovers were now snuggled close together in their own small hut under the evening sky. Kethul laid back, and Yashari was atop him, and both blushed as their bulges pressed against each other as they rested. The two kissed, embracing, just happy to spend time with each other as crickets could be heard in the distance. The stress of the day just seem to fade as they held each other close, and Kethul playfully petted at his lover’s head, stroking him lovingly.\n\n“Ahh..Ket’…” Yashari groaned out, smiling.\n\nHe felt his lover fondle his behind, a hand grabbing his tail to prevent it from getting in the way as Kethul gave firm swats to his bikini clad rear.\n\n“You still owe me a favor, ‘Sha, I haven’t forgotten~”\n\n“Goodness, you really meant that?”\n\n“Of course I do, because I knew you’d easily agree for the sake of spilling...and I have an idea of what I want as well.”\n\n“What is it you wish? Are you going to have me try out another sensual garment?”\n\n“Hmmm…no not really...”\n\n“Say it, Kethul, no need to drag it out.”\n\n“It might come off as weird, but...I was thinking that we both someday get the same color garment. Like, us in identical olive green~”\n\n“So you wish for us to have similar colors and designs, one pair? That’s it?”\n\n“Could be several~ I... just want others to know that you belong to me, so what better way right? Us sharing scents in one color…”\n\nYashari then gave a warm smile, blushing. He said nothing but moved to kiss his strong male lover again, holding it there. They shared a silent moment, hugging each other close as moonlight began to pierce into the darkness, and fireflies sparkled across the forest.\n\n“Next month,” he answered, eyes lit up.\n\n“O-only next month?” Kethul asked, confused.\n\n“Well, I still want to keep wearing these garments I have on now,” he remarked, getting up, straddling Kethul a bit, looking at his own blue tribal bikinis, “I could keep these on for maybe even longer before they’re too muddy to wear~”\n\nHe blushed at that thought, seeing his mate’s bulge in those attractive cyan briefs. He was right though, it would be even two months and a bit before they would wash these garments, and that was two more months of repeated orgasms in the same pair, with so much more fun to be had as they sniffed and enjoyed each other’s scent. The custom was that briefs were only replaced if they became dirty with mud, blood, or damaged in a hunt, and it would be quite a disrespectful act to just wash away good musk like that. If anything, it would be a while before they could try out new colors.\n\n“Hehehe, tell you what, we get identical pairs, but they’re reserved for our intimate spills, not to be worn for hunts, what say you?”\n\nYashari thought about it, and he gave a husky growl of approval, smiling.\n\n“Well, I’ll leave you to pick colors then~”\n\n\n\n(Collab fic planned between me and CrescentPapermoon, hope you liked it!)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Original date posted on Fur Affinity: Aug 16th, 2018 10:35 PM

The jungle’s sweltering heat pierced through the canopy of leaves. Relentless humidity coming down in slow, harsh waves. It was unending, merciless, almost agonizing if not for the occasional breeze to stave off the high temperatures. The cacophony of birds in the branches above, combined with the buzzing of some insects, made for quite the chaos of sound in the dense trees. Shafts of light pierces through the branches, making for quite a beautiful sight in spite of the sweat inducing environment.

Yashari was crouched, well hidden in the foliage with his tail tucked behind him. He sighed, still craning his head to search for any sign of his prey. So far, that huge bird he saw was still nowhere to be found, and in a forest of greens and browns, its white feathers, bright and vibrant as the clouds in the sky, should have been more obvious than fireflies at night. Now, the lizard was flustered, and he was slowly getting more and more annoyed with each passing moment. Leaves rustled in the wind, and it was all he heard as he considered just choosing an alternative catch. After all, no sense in chasing a target so elusive when you could find numerous smaller game. But still he wondered how something so big and loud could just vanish in this part of the area. It seemed impossible, yet somehow he couldn’t find it.

The heat of the day was starting to act on him, and he wiped away sweat from his body, fanning himself with a picked jungle leaf. This was the same forest that he had lived in for all his life, and he was no stranger to the sights and sounds, and frankly, he would have been at peace. To him, a little bit of perspiration was entirely fine, he had become used to it. But the missing bird was just messing with and putting him out of sorts today, and suddenly everything began to tick him off, as if the day decided to give him a short fuse.

Just then out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of it. Right there! On that faraway branch! He readied his arrows, bow poised as he took his aim. It was busy preening its feathers, every now and then, its head darting about. It wasn’t even moving from branch to branch. Even better. Now to steady his hand, focus. No need to rush the shot. The arrow was readied. String pulled back. He needed to just steady his hand and...

Then he felt a sudden smack on his rear, and the sheer shock made him jump out in response.

“Ahhh!”

“Hahahaha, got you again ‘Shari!”

“Wha..whaaa!”

He tumbled out, easily losing his footing over an exposed tree root and falling into another bush. There was even more laughter, brimming with youthful energy, and its owner grinned back at him, giving off a slightly mischievous demeanour. Right now with the heavy flapping of wings, and an almost mocking squawk, that itself was more than enough indication of his prey escaping thanks to divine intervention. Yashari simply groaned, sitting up and getting rid of the leaves that were still on him.

“Once again, I’ve proven my superior sneaking skills! Hahaha!”

Such was how Kethul was, and the disgruntled green lizard simply rolled his eyes. This yellow scaled buffoon had just messed up his chance to get a kill, a good kill too, and simply gave a look of intense disapproval. He rolled his eyes, unamused by this entirely.

“Did you have fun? Smacking my ass like that?”

“Please ‘Sha, it’s always fun,” Kethul replied, grinning.

The bright colored lizard stood a tiny bit taller than him, and he had some visible form of muscle from helping out with heavy work in the village. His naturally jovial outlook seemed to make him glow, even though right now he ought to have been more apologetic. But the heightened anger and irritation Yashari had quickly mellowed out to his usual calm self. Kethul had that effect on most people; his bubbly personality could instantly liven any room or lighten any moods.

“There goes my potential hunt…”

“Oh come now, no need to be so grumpy~”

“I had it, Kethul. It would have been a fine meal, instead of just...fish and-”

“We already have plenty of fish, plus, I snagged a fox and a rabbit. The others are going to be so delighted~”

Yashari pursed his lips, eyes flicking over to see the sizable catch they had. He really couldn’t deny it, today was still a good find. The bird at this point would have just been him trying to goad a bit more praise. Even then, he really did have it assuredly, and if not for Kethul’s cheekiness, he wouldn’t be here now on his ass, in a bush looking up at his hunter companion.

“...the bird would have been a big highlight for today,” he remarked softly, moving to sit cross-legged, keeping his arrows.

“I’d say your ass is always a highlight~” Kethul joked, getting down one knee, finger stroking Yashari’s chin affectionately.

The green lizard blushed, watching him approach before their snouts met.

“Though, we should get back first.”

“I...say they can wait a bit for dinner,” the yellow lizard said back, tail intertwining with his.

Yashari groaned softly, feeling his lover kiss his neck, planting gentle smooches as a hand ran along his inner thigh, going up to his tribal briefs. Soon, Kethul was atop him, the two sharing an embrace in the midst of the jungle, hidden away in thick shrubbery. They pressed their foreheads together, and the yellow lizard gave a low rumbly content growl in response, before they started to hug, kissing each other.

Already so eager to get right into it, his kisses moved from Yashari’s lips, down his neck and slowly moving on right over to his jawline. Taking a moment, he stared down into his lover’s eyes, cheeks flushing red as he then licked along his forehead, and resumed their fervent kissing. Muffled moans could be heard, ever so soft. But it seemed to drown out even the birds and insects of the jungle. Neither would care about anything else, actions driven by arousal as they continued.

Yashasi could only moan into his mate’s maw, their forked tongues meeting and wrapping around each other too, almost mimicking the two scaled reptiles’ embrace. His hands wrapped under and around Kethul’s arms, caressing the back of his head, and lazily going down his back. With that, he trailed down, going along the sides of the larger one’s hips, feeling his strong muscular body.

Kethul was always known to be the bigger of the two, what with his size and stature. He had the larger frame and the brawnier body and it was no wonder as to why he was tasked with more physically intense jobs. Yashari had often seen him doing laborious tasks, and still be so energetic by the end of the day, in fact, there was very few days in which he remembered seeing Kethul tired out or exhausted in the least. The green lizard could see the muscles that defined his lover’s body, and his fingers snaked along the sides of Kethul’s briefs, cheekily resting there.

His scales, bright yellow, with a paler front and underbelly, were accentuated by his choice of bright red tribal bikini briefs. He himself claimed the red was a good luck color, and it was adored with some medallions and leaf patterns on the fabric. One or two of the ornaments were given by his family, as blessings or some personal sentiment. Others were either shiny stones he found along the way, or were gifts from maybe the elders of the village. All in all, the bright color of his garment really brought it all out.

But his visual treat of his mate and his body was interrupted, as Kethul himself came into view. Yashari gritted his teeth, feeling a tongue lick along his neck, traversing the side ever so slowly, teasingly, like it was purposefully making a journey along his jawline. Kethul then nuzzled tenderly into the smaller one’s neck, eliciting more groans from him.

“Nnng...hhh...hhh, impatient, eh?”

“Think of it as me making it up for making you lose your big catch~”

Kethul moved a bit, crawling backwards and down the green one’s body, getting a better view of Yashari’s bulge. Clad in a vibrant pair of sky blue briefs, it housed his crotch quite nicely. Along the left side of the waistline were various colored feathers, attached as mementos from special hunts. The other side had two teeth, both taken from wild swamp alligators, dangling like small trophies.

But Kethul wasn’t about to only admire the way his mate put decorations on himself. He was after the real prize.

Moving close, the yellow lizard pressed his nose into the bulge presented before him. He took a long sniff, and gave a slow growl of pleasure as he inhaled in such strong musk. Yashari was groaning in turn, enjoying this too, and Kethul wasted no time in really rubbing his face into that cyan garment bulge, feeling it stiffen. Even then, he didn’t stop, continuing to breathe in that wondrous, intoxicating scent that was all over his lover’s briefs. His movements were deliberate, slow, he wanted to really savor as much of the smells as he could, as well as give the bulge the attention and play it deserved.

“Ahh...Ket…”

“Hush, ‘Shari,” he whispered.

Kethul now moved to give the package a fine grope, smirking at how Yashari jerked and squirmed under his hold. Even now, a dark spot of pre began to appear, shiny and sticky, only growing more as he fondled and stroked the sky colored bulge. His hands kept themselves busy, feeling how hard he was through those briefs, still rubbing him sensually. He stopped, if only for a small moment to take a whiff at his hand, the one that delightfully wrapped its fingers round Yashari’s crotch. Once again, that irresistible scent came up, and Kethul grunted, feeling immense arousal at that as well. He could resist no longer and once more pressed his face firmly against that bulge; so much that all he saw was the blue of the tribal briefs.

“Mmm...I love your scent, ‘Shari…It’s good...so good...”

Strong, powerful, it had that familiar smell of sweat mixed in. But it was undeniably Yashari’s own personal scent. Kethul pulled away, simply marvelling at the size of the smaller one’s bulge, seeing the dark blue spot of pre slowly spread, the center of it shimmering with wetness. He kept himself within distance of it, taking sniffs of it as he rubbed and jerked the erection housed within the briefs and also giving his eyes a treat to its size. Meanwhile, he himself moved his other hand to his own bulge, squeezing and playing with his own package, eagerly tending to his own arousal that had grown so considerably.

All the while, Yashari himself was lost in the pleasure, laying back on the grass. He craned his neck a little, blushing as he saw his mate pleasure himself as well through those vibrant red tribal garments. His breathing had quickened to erratic pants, and their moans came out to join the haphazard orchestra of noise that was the forest itself. Not only that, his bulge had become moist enough that a faint squelching was starting to become audible. With each grope, came some squishes that just sounded so arousing.

“Ket, if you keep on... I’m going...to sp-”

He never got the chance to finish his words, Kethul immediately grabbing both of Yashari’s legs, keeping them apart to further press his whole face into that bulge. Pleasure had taken hold of his tongue, and he could only whimper in delight, only able to squirm and grind back against the larger one’s cheek.

Kethul had become faster as well, and his mischievous nature was starting to show as he occasionally stopped to jostle and bounce the bulge, treating it like some toy; albeit a very heavily scented and stiff one. His fingers cradled it, feeling it up as one would for fruit, and then giving it several sensual kisses, holding the last one for a while longer. Pleasure had built up, and Yashari could easily feel it nearing that point, slowly but ever so surely, and his moans grew in volume, turning into throaty, lewd prompts for Kethul, who relished a bit too much in his teasing.

“Mmm..what if I said no? Hmm?”

“Ahh...please Ket, please…”

Yashari had attempted to sit up, eagerly trying in an almost desperate attempt to push the larger yellow lizard away so he could finish it himself. But Kethul swiftly shoved him back down playfully, grinning with mischief.

“No, and I feel like keeping you this way…”

“But...ahhh...but…’

He had wanted to protest, being so close to his climax, and yet put at such an agonizing fraction of a bit more to reach it. Moaning in delight, all he could really do was watch as Kethul licked a bit at the wet spot of pre, which had spread and began to encroach upon the swirl designs of his tribal blue bikini briefs. Kethul rubbed his thumb playfully all around it in a slow teasing circle, and when he withdrew his hand, there was a string of pre connecting the two. He loved that, and rubbed his fingers together, feeling its stickiness.

“I insist, ‘Sha. I could keep playing with you till the moon came up to watch~”

Denied his climax already four times, Yashari was gripping at the blades of grass, yanking them out as if they would do anything to release the immense desire and want in him to finally cum. He sat up once more to try to inch himself to climax, and like the previous times, Kethul easily pressed him down, almost threatening to just stop and truly deny him of it all. He relented, submitting as he fidgeted, squirming at his lover’s mercy.

“I beg of you, Ket’...Please...let me spill my seed…just...ahhhh...”

Kethul shifted his face away from his lover’s garment clad erection to speak, the briefs already a dark blue with pre.

“Then you owe me a favor~”

“Ahh….ahh! Anything Kethul, by the forest and trees! Please…”

“You swear on it?”

“Nnngh...by my honor as well!”

He smiled and gave the bulge one last kiss.

“Enjoy.”

Yashari’s eyes shut as he felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure as he finally came.

Fresh lizard jizz. Spurting out, all over inside his briefs. Coming out in thick bursts. Seeping out easily through the woven fabric. It oozed and dripped out slowly, the blue darkening entirely at the bottom as powerful orgasmic delight coursed through him like intense waves, giving such a wondrous finish. Each new crest, and another large spurt of his cum joined the mess that was in his garment, continuing on and on, and whatever had squirted out began to meander down his bulge in a constant trickle to the ground. His crotch was then filled with a familiar warmth as his seed trickled down Kethul’s fingers, which were still giving his bulge some playful gropes to egg the climax on. A decent amount of it absorbed into the fabric, and now the squishing and squelching noises became extremely audible, and Kethul merely chuckled, fondling and squeezing even harder as if to get as much of it as he could right out. He smirked, seeing his lover jerk and tremble. Shuddering. His load emptied out still, really staining and soaking the tribal briefs, and Kethul put his face in, smiling in delight as every now and then, Yashari would grind a bit against his face. Finally, the pulses of his orgasm began to dwindle, and in its place was that familiar sticky slippery sensation in between his legs. He merely smiled as he felt it, his fresh load having coated most of his crotch, panting as the last bits of his climax passed. Now all that was left was his heavy panting, the buzzing of insects and cries of birds unchanged all this while. He shifted his legs a bit, tail twitching in response as excess seed seemed to swish about in his bikini briefs, the fabric managing to hold quite a bit of it in.

Kethul just smiled, watching his own handiwork with a sense of pride. From a bright blue to that of the deep sea, the color of Yashari’s briefs had changed at the crotch so drastically. The small trail of jizz that dripped to the grass even reminded him of of the foam left by sea waves, and he grinned at the thought. Sniffing his hand, he groaned a bit in arousal at the new musk that had joined the old in a blend of raw scents.

He looked down at his own bulge, held in his red briefs and gave a low rumble as his own erection pulsed in the garment, eager to also join in the orgasm too. Kethul had been touching himself all the while, the scent of his lover’s crotch having been more that enough to bring him close to his own orgasm as well. But he had held it off, purposely keeping himself at edge too, just enjoying seeing Yashari moan and squirm like that, and making the cutest noises as he had spilled his seed everywhere. He bend and took another whiff of his mate’s cumsoaked bulge, giving a throaty rumble, absolutely in love with its musk.

Kethul then stretched out his other hand which till now had been groping himself, giving Yashari a chance to sniff at it. His own scent. So far, he had only soaked the bulge with pre, and it itself had it own addictive scent. It was considerably strong, and almost instantly, he saw the smaller lizard gasp in surprise, cheeks flushed red upon giving it a whiff. Already he could see him start to stiffen again in those jizz stained blue briefs, and he smiled.

The larger lizard had now turned about his entire body around and was now situated in which he was nearly seated atop, both facing the bulge of the other and decided to cheekily shift, sitting down upon his mate’s face.

“Take it all in~”

“H-nnngh...augh…”

The green lizard wanted to struggle and push his lover away. But instantly his snout detected Kethul’s smell, raw and directly from the bulge of the red briefs, and his groans of resistance turned into eager arousal.

Prior to their late afternoon hunt, Yashari had been told that his mate was busy with helping carry heavy buckets of water from the river, intending to help irrigate their village’s crops. Then after, he was helping another of their tribespeople, Sethrin, to bring in freshly cut logs to be carved to make a new boat. If anything, he had been up working in the hot sun all day, and it was extremely apparent now as Yashari felt the intense power behind Kethul’s scent, which was mixed in with sweat. Now the added weight made it so that he was pinned, and breathed nothing but the bigger hunter’s musk, and he couldn’t have been more aroused.

He was once again thrown back into a state of bliss, eagerly taking in the musk of his strong lover. It was downright irresistible, and he was eagerly pressing his face in like Kethul from earlier, just wanting to take it more.

“Ahh…’Shari…”

“Mmm~”

Kethul groaned out, still playing with his bulge, half bucking his hips to grind and rub it all over the green lizard’s face. Feeling Yashari give it some kisses, he grinned at the sensation, still playfully flexing his erection within its red hold as he kept marking his lover’s forehead and cheeks with pre. He continued to let his lover enjoy his scent, entertained by the view of Yashari’s bulge twitching in delight, already hard once more from his musk. From the eager sniffing and his face pressing deep into his crotch, it was clear as day that his mate was almost entranced, just unable to stop taking in more of his musk, his raw scent made more apparent from a hard afternoon’s worth of sweat. Yashari was even grabbing on to his thighs, like he wanted him to remain in this position so he could keep on taking in more of the smells. The yellow lizard grunted, continuing to fondle himself, and with a quick whiff of his lover’s freshly cumsoaked bulge, sent his arousal right up, and orgasm followed right after.

“M-my turn...ahh...to spill...augh…”

Kethul shivered upon his climax and the wet spot on his red briefs started to instantly double in size. The fabric offered little resistance, and his jizz spilt through in a steady pour, a bit getting onto his mate’s face. His hand once again got to squeezing and jerking himself, and eagerly spreading the fresh cum that came out right back all over his bulge, turning his red garment’s bulge front into a blend between burgundy and maroon. This was how he liked to do it, and it made his bulge exceptionally musky, something Yashari just couldn’t get enough of, staring intently, engrossed in it. More of his seed flowed out, and he was soon eagerly groping himself, giving more pleasure and quite a view for his lover who was beneath him. Pretty soon, nearly the front of the bulge area of his briefs had his seed, and by giving it another firm squeeze, coaxed out the last bits of cum that was absorbed in the now dark red fabric. Yashari once again eagerly nuzzled into the package above, overwhelmed by the larger new muskier wetness and gave muffled moans as he continued to sniff.

“Mmm...it’s so good Ket’, ahh...I love it…”

“Easy there, ‘Sha...Hehehe, we probably should get back to the other hunters~”

“Ahh, but your scent, I’m hard again from it.”

“We’ll have the entire evening to play, and I intend to have you begging me again to spill~”

He moved to give the smaller lizard a teasing grope once more, and that was it. Yashari blushed, watching Kethul finally get off him, picking up their hunted animals. Neither were sure how long had passed, but both of them could have cared less about that. The two blushed and hugged, their bulges rubbing against each other, their seeds mixing as they kissed. There was a bit of grinding, but both knew better to put a hold on things, knowing that the sun would not stay up high for very long. Even then, the two relished in the scent of each other, sweat and earth mixed in, and in their hug, they were eagerly nuzzling into each other’s necks. Kethul then immediately went to smack Yashari’s rear once more, proceeding to give it a firm squeeze, the both of them having a laugh as they prepped to go back to their village, tails intertwined with each other.

“You truly cannot go a day without feeling my rear, can you?”

“It’s not my fault you look absolutely arousing in blue. I have half a mind to ask Ikaris to weave another garment for you, maybe a lighter tint like that of the wild flowers~”

Another smack to his behind, and this time Kethul kept his hand there, feeling it bounce a bit with each step. Yashari just chuckled, enjoying it as well, holding his hand. The two made their way through the forest terrain, the air dotted with the sound of insects and birds up in the canopy. Every now and then, a crunching noise would add itself to the ambience, Kethul helping himself to a nice red apple he had picked earlier. Yashari on the other hand, was already planning a proper explanation for why they were both possibly late to return from their midday hunt.

Soon, a small gathering of other lizards were seen in the the village’s hunter hut, seated in a circle and chatting amongst themselves; seven of them in total. There were many more, but this place was mainly for the older members to chat and eat, joking about the days of old. An aqua green lizardman donning black briefs was guffawing with laughter, a bottle of water in hand as another brown one in orange tribal bikinis recounted some tale. Yashari heaved a sigh of relief, at least relieved that their mood was not entirely sour.

All these hunters were fit and toned, with bulging muscles that rippled along their arms and torso. A few had the remnants of previous hunt scars on their bodies, signs of intense fights in which they emerged victorious. One of them had three gashes on his cheek, the leftmost one going over his eye which was slightly paler. Another had several claw marks along his chest and shoulders. Yashari had none of those, and Kethul only had a small scar along his forearm which paled in comparison to some of the senior hunters. But even then, they smiled and waved at them both, delighted to see their safe return.

But most common of all was their custom and age old tradition which they all followed, which was also what aroused the two each time they met with other hunters. They all loved musk, and held it in the highest regard in terms of bonding and affection. Yashari looked at each lizard, all sporting tribal briefs with bulges of different sizes. An older lizard, deep grey scales with a necklace of alligator teeth, donned purple bikinis with a faded spot where his seed had probably accumulated. Another one, dark azure, looking like the night sky, was in a fur cloak and twin sashes of black and white along his waist. He wore brown briefs that seemed like he had recently came, with seed shimmering along his bulge. Musk was how they identified each other, their senses still easily detecting that strong scent in thick vegetation. It was tradition too, that they kept their garments on all the time, and it would hold their every orgasm, their sweat from each day, and this would result in a powerful scent which they believed, was the true mark of a hunter. Affection between them was not uncommon as well, and it was even encouraged to further strengthen the bond that hunters had with each other. Thus, most hunters sported the stains of their cum, old or fresh, proudly for others to see.

Yashari blushed, seeing a much older lizard with scales a bright orange, his grey briefs too sporting some jizz stains, groped by his lover who sat beside him, in dark green scales, tribal bikinis a faded lilac.

“Leader Caelen, I-”

“Yashari!” the name’s owner cried out, “Good to see you! You too, Kethul!”

His voice was rumbly and rough, like the sound of large stones skittering and tumbling on a surface, yet it was mixed in with bright warmth as he met them with arms out. He was a light grey, with frills that faded a bit to darker shades. A bow was strapped to his back, along with two hunting knives at his left side. Standing, he was an entire head taller than both of them, and with a frame large enough that it seemed like he dwarfed them both. His shoulders were broad, and on it was light armor that connected with a dark blue cape that flowed behind him. His garment was a light yellow, and the edges of it were damp with sweat, as was his scales too.

“We have returned from our hunt in the denser hills, please, accept our offering.”

“Hmhmhm, I was wondering what kept you two~” the leader replied, approaching and giving the two lizards a firm grasp on both their cumstained bulges, feeling it up.

“Mmm…”

“A-ahh~”

“Excellent, you both smell strong!” he declared, groping on that last word, “Zakari trained you both very well, hahaha!”

The other hunters smiled and cheered, each nodding in approval. Yashari and Kethul simply nodded, bowing in respect. Even then, Caelen’s skilled hands were already leaving them both hard, and both their bulges were visibly strained as they sat to celebrate the good hunt.

Soon, the rest of the day passed by in a blur, and the two lovers were now snuggled close together in their own small hut under the evening sky. Kethul laid back, and Yashari was atop him, and both blushed as their bulges pressed against each other as they rested. The two kissed, embracing, just happy to spend time with each other as crickets could be heard in the distance. The stress of the day just seem to fade as they held each other close, and Kethul playfully petted at his lover’s head, stroking him lovingly.

“Ahh..Ket’…” Yashari groaned out, smiling.

He felt his lover fondle his behind, a hand grabbing his tail to prevent it from getting in the way as Kethul gave firm swats to his bikini clad rear.

“You still owe me a favor, ‘Sha, I haven’t forgotten~”

“Goodness, you really meant that?”

“Of course I do, because I knew you’d easily agree for the sake of spilling...and I have an idea of what I want as well.”

“What is it you wish? Are you going to have me try out another sensual garment?”

“Hmmm…no not really...”

“Say it, Kethul, no need to drag it out.”

“It might come off as weird, but...I was thinking that we both someday get the same color garment. Like, us in identical olive green~”

“So you wish for us to have similar colors and designs, one pair? That’s it?”

“Could be several~ I... just want others to know that you belong to me, so what better way right? Us sharing scents in one color…”

Yashari then gave a warm smile, blushing. He said nothing but moved to kiss his strong male lover again, holding it there. They shared a silent moment, hugging each other close as moonlight began to pierce into the darkness, and fireflies sparkled across the forest.

“Next month,” he answered, eyes lit up.

“O-only next month?” Kethul asked, confused.

“Well, I still want to keep wearing these garments I have on now,” he remarked, getting up, straddling Kethul a bit, looking at his own blue tribal bikinis, “I could keep these on for maybe even longer before they’re too muddy to wear~”

He blushed at that thought, seeing his mate’s bulge in those attractive cyan briefs. He was right though, it would be even two months and a bit before they would wash these garments, and that was two more months of repeated orgasms in the same pair, with so much more fun to be had as they sniffed and enjoyed each other’s scent. The custom was that briefs were only replaced if they became dirty with mud, blood, or damaged in a hunt, and it would be quite a disrespectful act to just wash away good musk like that. If anything, it would be a while before they could try out new colors.

“Hehehe, tell you what, we get identical pairs, but they’re reserved for our intimate spills, not to be worn for hunts, what say you?”

Yashari thought about it, and he gave a husky growl of approval, smiling.

“Well, I’ll leave you to pick colors then~”



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