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Classic Kieran, basically powerwashing that shirt from inside with his excessive load...", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Quick lil sketch for :iconKefl:, who wanted to see his boy failing a good edging session - and getting caught on the downhill! Classic Kieran, basically powerwashing that shirt from inside with his excessive load...", "writing": "Kieran groaned, gritted his teeth, felt his back start to arch right down by the base of his tail, and before he could second-guess himself he whipped his paw away. For a few seconds there all the were-hyena could do was grind his teeth together, eyes wrenched shut, toes curling; [i]don’t clench,[/i] he thought, [i]don’t clench, don’t throb, don’t twitch, don’t you – dare-[/i]\n\nAnd then, gradually, [i]agonizingly,[/i] the sensation of his burgeoning orgasm simmered back down from a roaring flame into a sweet, lambent cinder. He lowered himself back down to the bed, hissed his held sigh out between sharp fangs, and after another moment opened his eyes again. Still his fully hard cock twitched and pulsed halfway up his chest, the thick veins lifting out along velvet skin, the bump of his medial ring flexing with the proximity, the blunted end of his equine shaft returning to its original rounded shape from the almost-flare he had just narrowly avoided.\n\n[i]That was a good one,[/i] he thought. He scooted back along the bed a bit, spread his legs, and then again pushed both paws down across himself, one lifting up from underneath so that the other could wrap around himself just past the rim of his head. [i]Very nearly got it there. I hear that’s the way to do it, but it’s… God, it’s an exercise in self-control, not going for that tiny bit more, to push on over.[/i]\n\nThe entire room [i]smelled[/i] of him, the slick, sticky warmth of his leaked pre streaked down across leather-velvet skin, pooling along his belly, matting down his striped fur where it had started to dry. That in itself provided a challenge to his edging practice, but neither could he clamp a paw over his nose either; Kieran exchanged paws, moving the one up to his head and the other to his muzzle, and breathed in that rich, sharp, intoxicating scent of [i]himself.[/i] He held it in his nose, swallowed, then let it back out as another shuddering sigh, just before returning his second paw further down along his length.\n\nFor a while longer he focused there, squeezing behind his head with one, nudging the soft, pliable skin of his medial ring back and forth with the other, far enough down that he could slip two fingers into the dense folds of his sheath as well. With a low, indulgent moan Kieran slid down in the bed and spread his legs, deliberately tugging his balls up towards his body; that second paw continued down, pressing in along the firm ridge descending from the base of his shaft between his balls, then down further to rub underneath.\n\nHe sighed again, rolled his head back, and relaxed, stirring that sparkling cinder back up into a glimmer, a spark, a small flame. Another throb unloaded a glob of pre across his wrist; almost on reflex Kieran lifted that to his muzzle, took another deep sniff, and then dragged his tongue across to slurp it up, enjoying the warmth, the sensation of the slimy stickiness spreading out within his maw. Instead of returning to underneath his head, though, this time he wrapped his paw [i]around,[/i] fingers splayed out across the ridged rim, tugging back, nudging the blunted head into a soft semi-flare. He could feel the nozzle-like end of his urethra poking out from his head, squishing against his palm, leaking more sticky pre there until it rolled down his wrist.\n\nKieran groaned again, felt his back start to arch all over again, and this time rode the sensation further. Just rubbing there all along the rim of his head, squeezing beneath his sack with his other paw, thumb circling within the sweat-wet, arousal-slickened folds of his sheath, he rolled steadily closer and closer to the edge… and once again stopped himself just short.\n\nHow do people do it? he thought, certainly not for the first time across this session. [i]It’s been, what… thirty minutes? Barely? And I’m already – about to lose my mind, I…[/i] Deliberately keeping himself from throbbing, paws still carefully in place, Kieran began to rub along the top side of the rim of his head with one thumb, smearing the wet slickness of his pre across the sensitive skin. [i]Just wanna cum… so bad…[/i]\n\nAnd what a [i]sensation[/i] that was, feeling himself so close, [i]right[/i] on the edge but neither pushing further nor letting himself slip back down the hill. Every nerve in his body tingled, his toes curled and then spread out and then curled again, and for a moment he thought his heart might [i]actually[/i] burst – but then a stray twitch, an accidental throb, and his paw tightened around his head just as it began to flare.\n\nThat flame swelled up, seared out, and caught hot along all of those vibrating nerves. Kieran’s careful resistance against clenching melted instead into a deep, indulgent focus on tightening as hard as he could, throbbing, squeezing, pushing back the tumbling pressure of this accidental finish as much as he could, though he knew it would be coming regardless.\n\n“Ffff[i]uck-”[/i] he hissed through clenched teeth; having not actually been planning to finish here, he had neglected to lay out any of the towels or other requisite equipment to preemptively handle the mess, and as such cast around for literally anything that might be close enough at hand. Still squeezing at the head of his cock, fingers steadily pushing out as his flare pulled out and the rounded dome shape shifted into the wide, flat battering ram that he knew so well, the were-hyena reached beside himself, caught the edge of some pile of cloth hanging of the nightstand, swept it back over-\n\n“Hey Kieran,” Shekh called from the doorway, the striped hyena strolling into the room. “I just finished reading that chapter I needed to do. Did you still – want to-”\n\nBut the rest of his words disappeared beneath the intense [i]force[/i] of Kieran’s finish, the scrap of fabric – which he discovered to be one of Shekh’s shirts – struggling to contain the mess. It pitched out in the middle where he had managed to wrap it around his head, then did so again, fabric darkening with growing dampness; then another powerful, forceful spurt, pounding out along another irresistible wave of immense pleasure, jetted up into the barely-contained mess, and poured [i]through[/i] the weave of the fabric instead. Then another, and another, and then Kieran was struggling to hold this impromptu balloon of his own load, warm and sticky and leaking, around his wide flare; his orgasm just kept on going, and he was writhing and squirming and panting here atop Shekh’s bed…\n\n“Sorry,” he panted, once he had regained enough presence of mind to do so. Hot, thick stickiness swirled around his buried flare, and still he had to keep his paw clenched as tightly as he could so as not to spill that mess. “Sorry, I – I was just – I thought that since you were busy, I might… um…”\n\nShekh’s nose twitched. 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And then, gradually, agonizingly, the sensation of his burgeoning orgasm simmered back down from a roaring flame into a sweet, lambent cinder. He lowered himself back down to the bed, hissed his held sigh out between sharp fangs, and after another moment opened his eyes again. Still his fully hard cock twitched and pulsed halfway up his chest, the thick veins lifting out along velvet skin, the bump of his medial ring flexing with the proximity, the blunted end of his equine shaft returning to its original rounded shape from the almost-flare he had just narrowly avoided.

That was a good one, he thought. He scooted back along the bed a bit, spread his legs, and then again pushed both paws down across himself, one lifting up from underneath so that the other could wrap around himself just past the rim of his head. Very nearly got it there. I hear that’s the way to do it, but it’s… God, it’s an exercise in self-control, not going for that tiny bit more, to push on over.

The entire room smelled of him, the slick, sticky warmth of his leaked pre streaked down across leather-velvet skin, pooling along his belly, matting down his striped fur where it had started to dry. That in itself provided a challenge to his edging practice, but neither could he clamp a paw over his nose either; Kieran exchanged paws, moving the one up to his head and the other to his muzzle, and breathed in that rich, sharp, intoxicating scent of himself. He held it in his nose, swallowed, then let it back out as another shuddering sigh, just before returning his second paw further down along his length.

For a while longer he focused there, squeezing behind his head with one, nudging the soft, pliable skin of his medial ring back and forth with the other, far enough down that he could slip two fingers into the dense folds of his sheath as well. With a low, indulgent moan Kieran slid down in the bed and spread his legs, deliberately tugging his balls up towards his body; that second paw continued down, pressing in along the firm ridge descending from the base of his shaft between his balls, then down further to rub underneath.

He sighed again, rolled his head back, and relaxed, stirring that sparkling cinder back up into a glimmer, a spark, a small flame. Another throb unloaded a glob of pre across his wrist; almost on reflex Kieran lifted that to his muzzle, took another deep sniff, and then dragged his tongue across to slurp it up, enjoying the warmth, the sensation of the slimy stickiness spreading out within his maw. Instead of returning to underneath his head, though, this time he wrapped his paw around, fingers splayed out across the ridged rim, tugging back, nudging the blunted head into a soft semi-flare. He could feel the nozzle-like end of his urethra poking out from his head, squishing against his palm, leaking more sticky pre there until it rolled down his wrist.

Kieran groaned again, felt his back start to arch all over again, and this time rode the sensation further. Just rubbing there all along the rim of his head, squeezing beneath his sack with his other paw, thumb circling within the sweat-wet, arousal-slickened folds of his sheath, he rolled steadily closer and closer to the edge… and once again stopped himself just short.

How do people do it? he thought, certainly not for the first time across this session. It’s been, what… thirty minutes? Barely? And I’m already – about to lose my mind, I… Deliberately keeping himself from throbbing, paws still carefully in place, Kieran began to rub along the top side of the rim of his head with one thumb, smearing the wet slickness of his pre across the sensitive skin. Just wanna cum… so bad…

And what a sensation that was, feeling himself so close, right on the edge but neither pushing further nor letting himself slip back down the hill. Every nerve in his body tingled, his toes curled and then spread out and then curled again, and for a moment he thought his heart might actually burst – but then a stray twitch, an accidental throb, and his paw tightened around his head just as it began to flare.

That flame swelled up, seared out, and caught hot along all of those vibrating nerves. Kieran’s careful resistance against clenching melted instead into a deep, indulgent focus on tightening as hard as he could, throbbing, squeezing, pushing back the tumbling pressure of this accidental finish as much as he could, though he knew it would be coming regardless.

“Ffffuck-” he hissed through clenched teeth; having not actually been planning to finish here, he had neglected to lay out any of the towels or other requisite equipment to preemptively handle the mess, and as such cast around for literally anything that might be close enough at hand. Still squeezing at the head of his cock, fingers steadily pushing out as his flare pulled out and the rounded dome shape shifted into the wide, flat battering ram that he knew so well, the were-hyena reached beside himself, caught the edge of some pile of cloth hanging of the nightstand, swept it back over-

“Hey Kieran,” Shekh called from the doorway, the striped hyena strolling into the room. “I just finished reading that chapter I needed to do. Did you still – want to-”

But the rest of his words disappeared beneath the intense force of Kieran’s finish, the scrap of fabric – which he discovered to be one of Shekh’s shirts – struggling to contain the mess. It pitched out in the middle where he had managed to wrap it around his head, then did so again, fabric darkening with growing dampness; then another powerful, forceful spurt, pounding out along another irresistible wave of immense pleasure, jetted up into the barely-contained mess, and poured through the weave of the fabric instead. Then another, and another, and then Kieran was struggling to hold this impromptu balloon of his own load, warm and sticky and leaking, around his wide flare; his orgasm just kept on going, and he was writhing and squirming and panting here atop Shekh’s bed…

“Sorry,” he panted, once he had regained enough presence of mind to do so. Hot, thick stickiness swirled around his buried flare, and still he had to keep his paw clenched as tightly as he could so as not to spill that mess. “Sorry, I – I was just – I thought that since you were busy, I might… um…”

Shekh’s nose twitched. The other hyena blinked, wet his lips, then looked back over his shoulder.

“Um.” He pointed back the way he had come. “I’ll go, uh. Get a towel. Or… maybe, like… a bucket…?”

Kieran shivered. “Bucket might be… might be good.”

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