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The sensation of it slipping in conjured an uncontrolled tug out from the canine's legs where the inside of his thighs brushed in a subtle primal gesture across the younger Skippy's cheeks. A shallow, shuddering breath accompanied the motion, betraying Weylen's silence up to this point, though it was no mystery that his heart was racing. He was positive Skippy could feel Weylen's pulse in his throat, on the roof of his mouth, along his tongue. Oh man, that tongue. It was as if the rabbit knew what it was going to do for Weylen. Like he'd had experience with a canine before.\n\nFrom here Skippy began making shallow but rhythmic bobs of his gray head just far enough back to send the tingle of feeling 'tied' coursing through Weylen's shaft and into his heated groin, and then back down until his lapine muzzle simply couldn't push any further into his companion's groin. Although it was a short trip up and back down, the young canine could feel so much pleasure. His knot had contact from every side and it was tight and silky, the belly of his shaft was pressed firmly to the lapine's tongue and he was convinced at least a third of his arousal was driven into the cozy space of Skippy's throat, in and out and in again.\n\nAs often as Weylen had masturbated and calculated his own sensations, he quickly realized that this movement was driving his pleasure home at an unfamiliar and rapid pace. He let out another husky breath which was heavy in hesitation and nearly dripping with the warm humidity of his lungs but he couldn't find the means to make use of that breath to form words like he had intended. A warning, an offer to slow down, anything. He was finding himself intriqued by the unfamiliar pacing and the lack of control of his own pleasure. And as much as he didn't want to disappoint the rabbit for a short journey, he very much wanted that rapidly developing pleasure to take him all the way.\n\nSkippy's eyes glanced up once or twice as he went, but after some passing study of Weylen's awestruck or haggard expressions and a lack of any sort of signal to the contrary, he settled into staring down his muzzle at his work, seemingly content with exactly what he was doing and who he was doing it to. He curled his tongue with the curvature of the knot, keeping his seal tight even as he squished the knot against the backs of his lips and flexing his throat when possible against the turgid, tapered head of Weylen's throbbing erection.\n\nThe longer Weylen held out on saying anything the steeper the slope that his control of his situation was sliding down and he realized that the pleasure was outclassing his body's drive toward orgasm. The muscles in his legs were twitching in time with the lapine's bobbing motions, completely involuntarily of his will at this point, and the wolf could only find it in him to pant or huff and nothing more, no longer wanting to interrupt.\n\nIt wasn't long before the well of his pleasure ramped toward flowing over and despite even the warnings Weylen had for himself it simply felt too good to object. He had a mere blink of a moment, a shy opportunity telling him that his orgasm was far behind before the pleasure itself peaked. As the spill-over moment arrived, he found himself stunned. Gawking surprisedly at the young rabbit who had his oral cavity wrapped around the wolf's entire penis, Weylen's stomach muscles tightened in spite of him, his breathing was only barely his to manage, his hearing nearly blotted out by his own rampant heartbeats and he found himself taking a back seat to nearly everything his body intended to do from that moment forward. The pleasure was a tidal wave he hadn't planned for and all he could stand to do was watch it crash over him. It was intense. Powerful. Amazing.\n\nHis orgasm was still seconds away and every bump of the rabbit's nose into his groin, every small-lunged huff of air into the fur of his crotch was an absolute thrill to experience even in his overloaded state. Was it too much? Could he really do anything about it if he wanted right now anyway? Weylen attempted to pant in a rhythm comfortable to his norm, failing to do so as if he'd never tried at all. Instead his breaths came to him in shallow huffs allowed only in between the pulses of pleasure which were causing his diaphragm to convulse. And he found himself longing more than he ever had for the orgasm that was crawling to catch up.\n\n(I totally forgot to mention, @Klorsis came up with the picture. I just drew it and wrote the short story to go with it. Sorry I didn't mention it before, Klorsis! <3)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Just like that the knot disappeared, the young gray lapine's soft-furred muzzle pushing warmly into Weylen's still-developing crotch fur, Weylen staring in utter fascination and awe.  The sensation of it slipping in conjured an uncontrolled tug out from the canine's legs where the inside of his thighs brushed in a subtle primal gesture across the younger Skippy's cheeks.  A shallow, shuddering breath accompanied the motion, betraying Weylen's silence up to this point, though it was no mystery that his heart was racing.  He was positive Skippy could feel Weylen's pulse in his throat, on the roof of his mouth, along his tongue.  Oh man, that tongue.  It was as if the rabbit knew what it was going to do for Weylen.  Like he'd had experience with a canine before.

From here Skippy began making shallow but rhythmic bobs of his gray head just far enough back to send the tingle of feeling 'tied' coursing through Weylen's shaft and into his heated groin, and then back down until his lapine muzzle simply couldn't push any further into his companion's groin.  Although it was a short trip up and back down, the young canine could feel so much pleasure.  His knot had contact from every side and it was tight and silky, the belly of his shaft was pressed firmly to the lapine's tongue and he was convinced at least a third of his arousal was driven into the cozy space of Skippy's throat, in and out and in again.

As often as Weylen had masturbated and calculated his own sensations, he quickly realized that this movement was driving his pleasure home at an unfamiliar and rapid pace.  He let out another husky breath which was heavy in hesitation and nearly dripping with the warm humidity of his lungs but he couldn't find the means to make use of that breath to form words like he had intended.  A warning, an offer to slow down, anything.  He was finding himself intriqued by the unfamiliar pacing and the lack of control of his own pleasure.  And as much as he didn't want to disappoint the rabbit for a short journey, he very much wanted that rapidly developing pleasure to take him all the way.

Skippy's eyes glanced up once or twice as he went, but after some passing study of Weylen's awestruck or haggard expressions and a lack of any sort of signal to the contrary, he settled into staring down his muzzle at his work, seemingly content with exactly what he was doing and who he was doing it to.  He curled his tongue with the curvature of the knot, keeping his seal tight even as he squished the knot against the backs of his lips and flexing his throat when possible against the turgid, tapered head of Weylen's throbbing erection.

The longer Weylen held out on saying anything the steeper the slope that his control of his situation was sliding down and he realized that the pleasure was outclassing his body's drive toward orgasm.  The muscles in his legs were twitching in time with the lapine's bobbing motions, completely involuntarily of his will at this point, and the wolf could only find it in him to pant or huff and nothing more, no longer wanting to interrupt.

It wasn't long before the well of his pleasure ramped toward flowing over and despite even the warnings Weylen had for himself it simply felt too good to object.  He had a mere blink of a moment, a shy opportunity telling him that his orgasm was far behind before the pleasure itself peaked.  As the spill-over moment arrived, he found himself stunned.  Gawking surprisedly at the young rabbit who had his oral cavity wrapped around the wolf's entire penis, Weylen's stomach muscles tightened in spite of him, his breathing was only barely his to manage, his hearing nearly blotted out by his own rampant heartbeats and he found himself taking a back seat to nearly everything his body intended to do from that moment forward.  The pleasure was a tidal wave he hadn't planned for and all he could stand to do was watch it crash over him.  It was intense.  Powerful.  Amazing.

His orgasm was still seconds away and every bump of the rabbit's nose into his groin, every small-lunged huff of air into the fur of his crotch was an absolute thrill to experience even in his overloaded state.  Was it too much?  Could he really do anything about it if he wanted right now anyway?  Weylen attempted to pant in a rhythm comfortable to his norm, failing to do so as if he'd never tried at all.  Instead his breaths came to him in shallow huffs allowed only in between the pulses of pleasure which were causing his diaphragm to convulse.  And he found himself longing more than he ever had for the orgasm that was crawling to catch up.

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