“C’mon, I just want to see your underwear, nothing weird about that, right? Just like, simple curiosity, no big deal if you don’t wanna, but it’s always interesting to see what kind of undies other dudes are rockin', especially if they’re wearin’ something cool, y’know, something interesting,” Vlad said nonchalantly from the comfort of his bean bag chair, “Like have you ever noticed weasel dudes are way more likely to freeball it than anyone else?” Vlad brought up the question like an interesting fact brought up at a dinner party.
Milo shook his head. He had not, in fact, known that, nor that he might be potentially interesting, although he certainly found the implications…intriguing. Sitting on the edge of the small, neatly made bed, the lanky black backed jackal blinked nervously behind the thick lenses of his glasses, the small bedroom felt too warm and his heart was pounding. He was just supposed to be showing off his Wizardry: The Collecting cards, not…taking off his pants!
“I guess not,” Milo said reluctantly, Vlad did make it sound like a pretty reasonable request, “you promise you’re not going to make fun of me or anything?”
Before today he’d never really thought about the CostClub Select Young Male Canid Briefs (Size: Medium; Tail Loop: Large) his grandparents bought him in bulk packs every six months or so. Now he really wished he’d at least asked for some dark colored boxer-briefs or something. Even worse, the pair he was currently wearing was well past the point where he would usually have tossed them and were starting to look a bit, well, worn.
Vlad nodded and leaned forward, maintaining his air of indifference but his eyes gleamed eagerly. The jackal teen stood up and awkwardly fumbled with the belt on his absurdly dorky slacks and then popped the buttons on his fly one at a time with a slightly unsteady claw, before reaching back to undo the tail snap. After a deep breath, Milo carefully lowered his pants to the floor and stepped out of them. He resisted the urge to cover himself with his paws and instead gave the serious looking maned wolf boy a sickly grin, then lifted up the front of his polo shirt so he could get a good look. They suddenly seemed absurdly small, had there always been so much bulge in the front of his underwear? He had definitely gotten a couple inches taller almost overnight, Milo supposed some other stuff could have grown in the same time period.
“Pretty lame, huh? I uh, kept thinking I should switch to like, boxers or something,”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Vlad said offhandedly, “Basic, but pretty cute.” 
He leaned further forward and scrutinized the other boy’s underwear. They were certainly plain, but goddamn, jackal boy was either stuffing his undies or else was packing some impressive below the belt artillery.
“They look a little uh, tight,” he said with a brilliant smile breaking out across his formerly serious face. Milo felt his face go hot and his pulse speed up just a little bit more, he resolutely ignored the twitch from the front of his briefs, this was probably just how maned wolves said hello or something, and he was danged if he was going to pop a stiffy in front of his new potential friend.
“Can I see the back?” Vlad said, sounding as if it was nothing to him either way. Milo’s face went even hotter, but he lifted up his shirt even higher, showing the barest hint of a white furred belly and then slowly turned, shyly lifting up his mottled, bushy tail. He could feel the maned wolf boy’s eyes on his butt and to his horror, his dork apparently could too, because the already distressed fabric in the front of his briefs was slightly distending. He’d be ok as long as he could keep it at that, just don’t get a full-blown hard-on, ok? He pleaded to his hormone laden body, with no answer but the torturous slide of cotton against sensitive flesh. Milo held in a whine as his cock slowly but inexorably grew, dragging the sensitive head between the rough white cotton of his briefs and his comparatively silky patch of pubic fluff until Milo could feel the worn elastic waistband begin scraping against the even more sensitive underside. 
“Don’t look so embarrassed,” Vlad said in his smooth tenor voice, no ear rending cracks in his voice, Milo thought with some jealousy, “Nothing wrong with having a nice butt.”
“Huh?” Milo tried to look back at his own cotton clad rump and nearly tangled his legs together, he’d gotten pretty used to people pointing out his big ears, or sometimes complimenting his fur color, but he’d never had anyone even mention his butt, if he thought of it at all it was just the thing his tail rested on.
“Here,” Vlad said easily, while he grabbed his camera off his desk, “Let me take a picture, I’ll show you.”
Milo couldn’t think of any reason to say no, and he was curious what was so great about his tawny furred rump. 
“O-ok, I guess,” Milo stammered, glad for any reason not to turn back around. Vlad gracefully hopped to his feet with a dexterity that the clumsy jackal could only envy then shot him a winning grin that made Milo want to smile back. On the maned wolf’s serious face, it looked like the sun breaking through stormy clouds. Except Milo thought it was also a little intimidating in its sincerity, the smile an experienced con artist might give to the naïve rubes, right before he took them for all they were worth, maybe. Or, he thought angrily, you are being a giddy goat just because he wanted to see your underwear. He probably is just curious and is just trying to be polite.
“Alright! Here, bend over, like this,” Milo jumped when Vlad closed one warm paw over his and gently guided him down, so he was bent over with his chin on the comforter. His stomach knotted in anxiety, the whole bed smelled like the maned wolf, masculine and exotic and lightly musky. He chuckled nervously, very aware of his outthrust butt. Vlad studied him with an artist’s eye, hand on chin.
“Hmm, not quite,” Vlad moved behind Milo and the jackal teen jumped nervously at the feel of warm paws slipping into his soft side fur before gripping his bare hips, “bend back a little bit, now spread your arms out, better. Hmm, here.”
Milo yelped as Vlad casually pulled his polo shirt up and over his head and casually tossed it to the side. Now he was clad in nothing but his too tight underwear, he should have been embarrassed, but instead he kind of felt like the time his best friend Cody (ex-best friend, he reminded himself grimly) had talked him into skinny dipping. Hot, dizzy, nervous, and, no matter how much he tried to deny it, extremely horny.
“Hah,” Milo let out his breath in a shocked breath, the warm wolf paws were suddenly touching his butt, it was just to move him back slightly, but still. His penis instantly went from a two-thirds chub to completely, uncomfortably rock hard, although thank Anubis for small miracles, it was currently crushed into the soft bedding below him instead of sticking out so his new friend could find out that Milo was some kind of gross perv who couldn’t even handle showing off his undies without popping a gross, giant jackal boner.
“What? Are you alright?” Vlad asked, sounding genuinely curious
“Oh uh, just, I guess nobody’s ever um, touched my butt before,” Milo muttered.
“Really? I would have thought, I mean you and Cody were…like a thing until recently, right?” Vlad let go of the canine's rump and leaned over so Milo could see him again.
“What? Oh! Ha, no we were just um, really good friends,” Milo said too fast, the stupid red panda was the last person he wanted to talk about right now. Vlad shrugged and disappeared behind him again.
“Perfect, now hold still,” Vlad said with a voice of command that made Milo want to see if he could get away with grinding his boner against the bed a little bit, that was a weird thing to turn him on, but he also didn’t dare disobey.
“Good, now lift up your tail for me,” Vlad said in the same voice, Milo bit his lip to stifle a whine then did as he was told. His tail flagging up and to the side, his tail base stretching the frayed elastic loop. It was going to be a real race to get his pants back on before Vlad saw the wet spot that was almost certainly forming on the front of his plain white undies.
“Real nice,” Vlad said appreciatively, “Spread your legs a little more, there you go, excellent.”
Milo slid his feet against the soft blue carpet, feeling both ridiculous and some other, spicier emotion. The camera’s shutter clicked several times.
“You look like you got a real nice set of balls on you,” Vlad said while continuing to snap pictures, sounding like he was discussing an interesting new Wizardry deck instead of another dude’s nuts, “I bet they’re real low hangers.”
“Oh uh,” Milo stammered, how did you respond to a compliment about something like that, “thank you,” he managed to squeak.
“Do you have a sheath?” the maned wolf continued in his smooth voice, even though Vlad already had a pretty good idea of what jackal boy was equipped with. Milo responded with a strangled noise in his throat. Had he really only been here for half an hour, Milo nervously wondered, torn between hoping this was still a mostly innocent photoshoot but also wanting it to maybe be the one time someone was interested in him.
“No, my penis is just, hah regular type I guess, I don’t think any jackals have sheaths, which I guess is kind of weird, I would probably have to look it up to be sure. Oh except Anubis, He’s supposed to have a sheath, I mean if He was real or whatever, but they sometimes make statues of Him with a sheath on them,” he squeaked in a voice that cracked on every other word, he realized he was babbling. To his horror, Milo almost automatically asked Vlad if he had a sheath, but he was a little worried about the effect the words might have on himself. At least he wasn’t surprised to find himself wondering exactly what Vlad was packing behind the crotch of his skinny jeans. After all, replace Vlad with Cody and it was the same thing he’d been obsessing about since he was a young pup after he had decided he was going to spend the rest of his life with his best friend. And shortly thereafter had started wondering what his future life partner looked like in the buff. Ex-future life partner, Milo’s hormone blasted wasteland of a subconscious helpfully added. Maybe, he added with false optimism.
Calm it down, buddy. He’s got what pretty much every other boy has got. There, some good old-fashioned, rational Milo logic which finally started to calm him down, at least until his mind started ticking off all the possibilities. Probably not canine parts if he’s asking about sheaths; does he have the default setting like you, or do maned wolves get something more…exotic? That last question left him both breathing hard and aware of just how much fluid seemed to be leaking from his penis. He was pretty sure that was normal, although maybe not just from standing in your underwear and having someone casually mention penis morphologies to you, but he wished he was brave enough to ask Vlad anyways. And for one horrifying moment he had actually opened his mouth to do just that, but there was no way Vlad was this calm unless he was just taking pictures. All he would have done was embarrass himself, which he was starting to feel might be a recurring theme with boys, and it probably would be with girls too, if he ever went that route.
“Ah, cool, cool,” Vlad snapped away with his camera, “just thought since you’re a canid and all. I always thought it'd be pretty rad to see one up close. Some maned wolves got 'em and others don’t,” Milo thought Vlad sounded the tiniest bit excited as he continued taking pictures, “I just have the uh, basic set, not that it’s, y’know, basic or anything, if you feel me. So you guys really worship Anubis, huh?”
“Oh, uh yeah!” Milo said excitedly, thrilled at the change of subject even if it was a rather contentious one with him, “well, my family does anyways.”
“Oh yeah?” Vlad asked with genuine curiosity, his only experience with organized religion were some choice swear words involving various deities, “But not you?”
Milo jumped as Vlad knelt at his side and got a shot of his face while he nervously clutched at a pillow, “It’s kind of complicated, my ayati - my grandmother I mean - is a priestess, and my mom and dad were, and I guess they thought I was going to be one too.”
“You just not into it, or what?” Vlad finally paused his thorough documentation of the jackal’s underwear clad form, he couldn’t imagine having your job already picked out for you before you were even grown up, “I mean, they can’t make you, right?”
Milo’s ears bounced slightly as he shook his head, “No, but I’m not sure how they’ll react when I tell them. My grandparents are all excited about me getting involved with the temple and… I dunno,” Milo trailed off.
“Worried they’re gonna be pissed?” Vlad said sympathetically while admiring Milo’s lush, multicolored tail, he decided it looked kind of like some kind of exotic dessert. It also seemed to be even more tied to its owner’s emotions than the average canine, whipping about threateningly when Milo was upset and swaying gently when he was calm.
Milo shrugged, “I don’t think my grandparents get pissed about anything, but they’d probably be super disappointed, which is maybe kind of worse.”
“You know what’ll take your mind off of that, how ‘bout you slip out of those, let me get a couple shots without your undies in the way?” Vlad changed the subject and managed to sound imminently reasonable with his request.
Milo didn’t respond, but simply reached back and slipped his tail through its tired elastic loop, then stretched the waistband over his slim hips. There was a muffled twang and the elastic went slack in his hands. This was bad, this was real bad, his worn underwear had finally had enough and chose the exact wrong time to fail. He felt the cool air of the room on his warm cheeks; his balls, still partly covered by the ruins of his underwear hugged as close to his body as they could both from the temperature change and at Milo’s abject terror.
Despite having just told Vlad about his doubts, Milo took the few seconds of awkward silence after his underwear catastrophically failed to say a prayer to Anubis, he was pretty sure there was an aspect of the Jackal God that was supposed to protect his precious howlers when they were in immediate peril, but he couldn’t remember any of the hundreds of incantations his Grandma Carmilla had taught him about summoning the Boss Dog, so he just went with a mental, Dear Master of Secrets, please don’t let me embarrass my stupid self, I will adopt an entire shelter full of feral puppies if you help me out here. Um, thanks, Milo.      
“Oh damn, looks like you’ve had a uh…technical malfunction,” Vlad said cheerfully, “maybe I can help,” this second part came in a hot puff into Milo’s ear. Warm paws slipped under the ruined briefs and dragged through the soft fur of his butt. He instinctively tried to lower his tail and felt it stopped by a gently insistent hand near the base of his tail.
“Why’re you so nervous?” Vlad asked from right next to him, “Such a big, cute jackal boy,” his voiced soothed while his hand squeezed and rubbed Milo’s butt, “you don’t need to feel embarrassed, we’re just two friends getting to know each other a little bit better is all...”
 Milo whined and buried his face in a pillow, he was being seduced! He still felt a little gross about being this keyed up from what was basically polite conversation and a light touch, but his balls throbbed painfully and insistently in their slack cotton prison as the maned wolf continued with gentle touches and pets on his rump. Face flaming with heat, he lifted his tail back up with no prompting; the thought that another boy, another cute boy, was avidly inspecting his undertail was simultaneously deathly embarrassing and had his already overstimulated and raw feeling penis twitching uncontrollably. It felt like the front of his briefs had turned into a sticky lake. A paw slipped down between his spread legs and carefully cupped his extremely tender ballbag through damp cotton.
“You want me to help you out? Seems like you were enjoying putting on a show as much as I was watching it,” Vlad asked seriously from his crouched position off to Milo’s left, “plus these fat jackal nuts feel like they’re a little…pent up,” the last two words were accompanied by a gentle squeeze for punctuation, “it’s not healthy to go so long, you know,” Vlad admonished and then hefted the big jackal sack like he was checking some exotic, white furred fruit, “how long’s it been? Like a week? Two?” He said this last like it was credible, but only just. 
“Wh-what?” Milo simultaneously hated the whine in his voice and was somehow turned on by how submissive it made him sound.
“Since you’ve blown a load,” Vlad said gently.
“N-n-never,” Milo was so keyed up his teeth were chattering, he was pretty sure he could feel each individual nerve ending in his body and his vision was going a little gray and swimmy at the edges. Vlad’s paw jerked away from the jackal's balls like he’d touched a hot stove. Milo whined piteously but refrained from grinding against the bed or otherwise moving.
“Never,” Vlad said incredulously, “Like, not even a sticky big boy dream where your panda pal finally lets you lick his butthole?”
That mental image brought on some unusual feelings in the now painfully aroused jackal. It was probably – definitely - just Vlad kidding around, which was kind of a relief given the disgust Milo had expected, plus the whole idea was too gross to be real. But, with his own tail currently lifted up out of the way, in what most canids would consider an incredibly lewd position, and with his rump stuck out for inspection, his overheated imagination immediately wondered what a soft, wet, hot tongue would feel like. Maybe starting at the bottom of his aching nuts, licking up the backsack, through the fuzzy no-man’s-land of his taint, up between his cheeks, then sliding all the way up until it hit the underside of his tail.
“Are you ok?” Vlad asked with some concern, “I don’t think backed up nuts ever gave anyone a seizure, but you’re shaking really bad, and uh, I don’t really know how to put this but um… your butthole is really twitching. Like, a lot.”
Milo just lay with his face against the musky bedspread and shivered, something needed to happen, and soon. He had a cold twisting ache from his testicles up into his stomach and felt like he was cracking up. He was – allegedly - a polite, responsible, emotionally stable jackal boy who liked card games and who had planned to wait to do this kind of thing with his bond-mate; except his ideal bond-mate had apparently never really been that into him in the first place. Which was maybe true, maybe not, but Cody wasn’t here, and even years of biologically assisted mental baggage didn’t change the fact that Vlad was, in his inexpert opinion, extremely hot. Milo had always been a little bit intimidated by most wolves, after all, what were jackals if not tiny, weaker wolves? But Vlad wasn’t scary, technically he wasn’t even really a wolf, he had exotic orange and black fur, and curly blonde headfur Milo could only envy, and sort of want to brush, and he could apparently charm the pants off an unsuspecting jackal. 
After a short, awkward silence Milo decided he knew what needed doing: he could either die from exploded balls; hump the bed like a horny, out of control virgin; or he could ask his new friend for some help. He was a little unsure how exactly to go about that although he found the return of one of Vlad’s paws to rubbing his butt to be a good start. Unfortunately, he didn’t think he was currently able to talk so he was going to have to do this in true, non-verbal canid fashion. Milo took a deep breath and pushed back against the maned wolf’s hand with his butt and let out a combination whine-moan that managed to somehow make the tips of his ears feel like they were about to catch on fire from embarrassment and turn his leaky faucet of a cock into a steady trickle, he could feel it with each heartbeat, further slicking up the throbbing head and tempting him to just start humping until something happened.
Instead he heard the sound of a belt and a zipper and Milo’s breath caught in his throat, had he oversold it on the non-verbal cues? Even partly insane with lust he didn’t think he was ready for that. Or maybe he was, he was panting and rubbing his bottom hard against both of the wolf’s warm paws, Vlad’s thumbs rubbing around the sides of his lifted tail, maddeningly close to where Milo wanted some touching. 
“Dang Milo, you got it bad,” Vlad whispered in his ear, leaning over the jackal’s naked butt. This was it, Milo thought, time to be the best boy in heat he could be. One of Vlad’s paws ever so gently rubbed Milo’s tender, fuzzy white balls.
Milo’s panting breath caught in his throat and something that felt more like a stifled sneeze than the “good times explosion” he’d been expecting ran from the aching base of his balls, up his spine, into his brain and right back down into the now completely raw helmet head of his penis, he knew what it was even as he fought to stop it. The reason he was fighting back against his first ever orgasm, was because what he really wanted was for Vlad to do that again, except this time to really pound his tight, virgin-ish jackal butt with his big alpha-wolf dick until he gave Milo permission to squirt his first ever load, then maybe to clean him up with his tongue, was a secret he would safely take to the grave, not even The Father of All Secrets was going to pry that out of him. Unless the Jackal Lord was particularly well hung and looking for a desperate teen jackal ghost who had died from trying to stop the world’s hardest orgasm, then Milo would probably tell him everything. From pent up, but respectable teen to literal blaspheming cockhound in probably under an hour, that had to be some kind of world record. His heartbeat slowed, the fire in his belly was replaced with its former dull ache, he'd made it, although his wrecked pair of underwear was a sticky, sopping mess. He carefully looked to his side and saw a stunned looking Vlad watching him.
“Tell me that was you busting your jackal jizz all over my bed,” he said looking concerned.
“N-no, I need you to um,” dang it, he had been ready to go, this was a hell of a time to get shy. He wiggled his butt, enticingly, he hoped.
“Please?” Milo didn’t want to beg, not exactly anyways, but when he did, his overloaded balls gave him a warning tingle. If he wasn’t so committed to letting this maned wolf stud absolutely dominate him just that might have done the trick.
Vlad froze, all his instincts and training told him this was exactly what he’d been waiting for. Jackal boy was cute, jackal boy was desperately horny, jackal boy was actually begging for his dick, which had helpfully remained as hard as diamond through everything. Except…what? Jackal boy looks like he’s going to cry if you don’t give him some cock, this should be the perfect storm of officially getting laid. Except, it really wasn’t. Jackal boy wasn’t even close to being in his right mind. Jackal boy needed to nut, after that if he wanted to still get his cute jackal butthole wrecked then Vlad was here and extremely ready. 
Maybe anyways, for all the rubbing he’d done, the thought of actually sticking part of himself in a butthole was kinda gross. Even if Milo’s butt had seemed about as pink and clean and inoffensive as it could get, cute even. He groaned, this was literally torture, he didn’t even remember shucking off his slimed undies but he was definitely naked, stroking his cock kind of faster than was strictly necessary and getting a real good side view of just how thick Milo’s butt was for such a skinny dude. Except, jackal boy wasn’t even really skinny, just lean and thick furred, even his dorky glasses were kind of hot. Vlad forced himself to not imagine the jackal sucking his balls while he dumped the biggest load of musky maned wolf jizz ever all over those thick lenses. And he definitely wasn’t going to make Milo lick them clean before Vlad…did no such thing.
Stupid conscience, he thought as he stepped behind the sweaty, sex stupid jackal boy. It was right there; a twitchy pink pucker of flesh beckoning him from below Milo’s tail base. From the few stories about anal that Vlad actually believed, he was pretty sure he was about to pass up the rarest of all things: complication free butt sex. He shrugged, grabbed the shaft of his cock right below the head. It would be so easy, just move his hips forward a little, guide the head along the soft underside of Milo’s tail, and then a hard, but not too hard, upward thrust, call it three-quarter power. He was positive Milo wouldn’t make it past the first thrust and that would technically solve his problem, but it would be taking advantage, which was definitely not money. 
Still though, he might as well enjoy himself a little. The maned wolf boy easily slid back the foreskin still covering the purple, precum soaked head of his cock with one paw while lifting the jackal's tail with the other. Milo’s desperate, muffled whine through the probably now very sticky sheets when Vlad tugged his tail out of the way almost made him just go for it anyways. Instead, he held the head of his cock just below the base of Milo’s tail and slowly stroked himself.
“Hey buddy, how you holdin’ up?” Vlad slid his paw down and grabbed a handful of warm jackal butt. Milo panted and pressed back against Vlad’s groping hand; his tail still held high. Still beyond words, the jackal boy just nodded and spread his legs slightly wider. Vlad slid his paw through Milo’s silky rump fur, before gently cupping Milo’s low hanging balls then sliding back up to grab his other cheek. 
Vlad was planning to comment on the relative size of Milo’s nuts in his smoothest, sexiest voice, when the jackal’s fur fluffed out and he went completely rigid. Milo yelped and shivered as hot jackal cum flooded into the confines of his ruined and partly removed briefs, he finally gave into what was happening and bit down on the pillow his face was buried in, another full body convulsion followed, and more sticky semen ran down into his fuzzy pubic fur and the white fur of his balls. He was vaguely aware of lifting his tail even higher and grinding back against the soft paw still massaging dangerously close to the base of his tail. For a moment at least, he forgot all about everything else, all he wanted was one of those soft fingers inside him while he humped the soft duvet.
“Oh fuck,” Vlad said sounding shocked, he pulled his hand off of the jackal's balls and Milo was almost sure he was looking at a paw absolutely slimed in jackal jizz. The uncontrollable spasming finally stopped and Milo panted while carefully spitting out a mouthful of feathers, he had definitely put a few holes in Vlad’s pillow in the throes of…whatever that had been. Hot liquid ran down the inside of his thigh and his cock gave an ominous twitch at the sensation, that and the thought of letting Vlad touch his butt, his mind helpfully added.
“Wow dude, I’ve never seen anyone bust a nut just from uh, just being touched on the butt before, are you ok?” Vlad asked, sounding a little concerned.
“No,” the jackal boy squeaked in a strangled voice before bursting into braying sobs, muffled only by the thick comforter. 
Vlad stood completely still, a shocked look on his face, his erection quickly retreating in the face of this totally unexpected reaction. He knelt down next to the sobbing canine teenager, “Hey uh, I’m sorry if I moved too fast or something. I dunno, it seemed like you were into it!” 
Vlad took a deep breath and told himself yelling wasn’t going to help. He sat down on his bed next to the shuddering jackal and after a moment’s hesitation gently stroked the black fur on Milo’s back and tried to make soothing noises.
“I got your bed all messy,” Milo's muffled voice said miserably.
“That’s ok,” Vlad said with another pat on Milo’s back, “Not like this comforter’s never gotten cum on it before. I don’t know for sure, but I’m pretty sure you just set like a world record or something. Are you always so uh…productive?”
“I dunno. I hope not” Milo mumbled, “I’ve never done that before.”
Realization seemed to dawn on Vlad’s orange furred face, “Ohh, you know it’s nothing to feel bad about or anything. Really though, never? Not even uh, on your own or anything?”
“Nope,” the disconsolate jackal boy responded through his face full of sodden bedclothes, “Can you hand me my pants?”
Vlad grabbed the neatly folded dark tan pants and passed them to the jackal’s outstretched paw, idly checking out Milo’s still outthrust butt. For such an unassuming nerd it was an excellent butt. Searching desperately for something to say, Vlad played one final gambit.
“You’re uh, kind of sticky it looks like, you wanna rinse off before you go? Otherwise, it’s gonna be an absolute bitch to get out of your fur.”
Milo shakily stood up and shyly tried to cover himself with one hand while he unfolded his pants with the other, although Vlad could still see the last few inches of semi-hard jackal meat hanging below Milo’s slim fingers. Despite wanting to get a better look, Vlad turned away and gave Milo some privacy while desperately hoping he’d stay and let Vlad help him get cleaned up in the slowest, most thorough ways he could think of. 
Milo looked down at himself in horror, from his belly button down to almost his knees his normally silky fur was a tangled, sticky mess of rapidly cooling semen and pre-cum. The ruins of his underwear were plastered to one thigh and he bent down and gingerly peeled them off and stepped out of the one remaining leg hole, giving Vlad another excellent look at the taller boy’s well-padded bottom.
Vlad tried to remain cool and casual while he waited for a response, Milo stood back up and seemed to be lost in thought. The jackal finally nodded with his back still turned.
“Ok, but nothing um, weird, right?”
Vlad broke into his most winning grin as he quickly tossed on his pants to try and cover his reinvigorated hard-on, “No, no way, just us getting clean after some totally wholesome fun, dude.”