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Hot water at exactly the right pressure rains on Kuya’s neck as he tilts his head forward. If there’s anything he truly appreciates about this body and the conveniences of humans, it’s a good shower. Not that he will ever say as much, not even in the presence of his old friend—who likely knows anyway and is at least respectful enough not to mention it.
He doesn’t usually let his fox tail and ears out even while bathing. They’re hidden, and aside from the extremely rare time they’ve become soiled, they don’t need the same regular cleansing as his skin. But every once in a while, he likes to spend time gently scrubbing the fur and then taking great pains with post-shower grooming. He carefully sidesteps the fleeting thought that this has become more frequent since the young master’s arrival.
Today is one such day. He allows his tail to emerge and then sweeps it under the running water, amusing himself by using it to splatter droplets all over the inside of the bath. It makes a sound that both merges and clashes with the splashing from the shower head, and Kuya chuckles softly. Surely the young master would have something to say, were he here.
Now that’s a delightful idea. One of these days, Kuya should find an excuse to bring him along for a wash. There are so many flavors of naughty things they can get up to, all of which can be rinsed away at the end. He hums quietly, imagining the way he could push the young master up against the slick tiles, holding his hands fast and using his body to keep him from moving even a millimeter. He could slide his other hand around his little vixen’s slender neck, his fingers brushing against his pulse point before squeezing…
Kuya groans and tips his head back, allowing the water to pour over his increasingly heated cheeks. It was a surprise, albeit a very pleasant one, to discover his plaything’s appreciation for being choked. He’ll beg and plead, but not once has he ever used their secret signal to stop. Just the thought of it has blood rushing down to Kuya’s long cock.
He runs a hand over his face and inhales slowly to steady himself. If he’s to indulge, then he doesn’t want it over too quickly. He pokes out his tongue to catch a rogue droplet as it slides toward his lips. It certainly won’t hurt to build his fantasy; one day, he might even be so bold as to make an offer to Eiden to join him.
A small laugh bubbles out of him at the idea. He can picture it perfectly, whispering suggestively into the young master’s ear, resulting in one of his delightful full-body shivers. Seeing the way a little fear turns him on always makes Kuya’s essence thrum deep within him.
He slides his fingers down to brush at his now fully hard cock. It sends tendrils of want up his spine. Only in the safety and solitude of his own bath is Kuya able to admit that it’s neither the fear nor the excitement in Eiden’s beautiful eyes that make him shake with desire. He’s lied to himself time and again that the young master should feel afraid of him, that it’s right for him to do so. To that end, he’s pushed Eiden to his limits, and yet he returns to Kuya’s side over and over like a kit desperate for its sire’s guidance. Trusting, obedient, but not wholly unquestioning, in a way that pinches Kuya’s heart.
Laying aside these uncomfortable feelings, he places his arm against the tiles and rests his forehead on it. Returning to his fantasy, he parts his legs and curls the fingers of his other hand around his shaft, imagining the tightness of Eiden’s hole as he presses inside. Slowly, he moves his hand, letting out a low groan when he thinks of the way the young master gives himself over so readily. In his mind, he hears the echoes of those wanton moans.
He speeds up his hand, a little rougher now. The Eiden in his imagination cries out, his voice strained as his Kuya! Please! becomes caught in his throat. The combination of his near-panic and explosive arousal are a heady mix, causing Kuya’s abdominal muscles to clench and release. His cock throbs with almost painful need, but he can’t quite satisfy himself.
He slows his motion, pulse bounding and breathing shallow. Unbidden but not truly unwelcome, a tiny, glittering memory emerges. Eiden enjoys the fear, relishes it and allows it to turn his blood hot. But beneath that is something else: a desire to please without expectation. A lack of judgment for Kuya’s darker past self and an enchantment with his present self.
The vision in his head changes. Kuya daydreams of withdrawing from Eiden’s hot, tight hole, spinning him around, and kissing him roughly as he raises his leg and spears into him once more. He mouths against his forearm, his fangs nicking the flesh and drawing blood. Lapping at it, he increases the pace of the hand on his cock, almost growling at the pressure building in his balls.
Lost in the fantasy of the young master clawing at him in desperation, moaning eagerly as his climax nears, Kuya barely registers his own needy howl. He pictures sinking his fangs into the sensitive spot where his vixen’s neck and shoulder meet, biting his own arm as a bolt of pleasure shoots up his spine. The next instant, he’s cumming, shuddering and spurting thick and hot over his fingers and against the shower tiles.
Gasping, Kuya opens his eyes slowly as the rush of blood in his ears ebbs and the sound of running water becomes more clear. He glances down at his forearm with a wince and heals it quickly. He lets out a shaky laugh. Oh, what the young master has done to him. And yet he doesn’t have it in him to be angry, certainly not with his little vixen and not even with himself this time.
He washes with extra care, paying special attention to his tail and behind his ears before rinsing away the soap and the last traces of his seed. Then he shuts off the water and steps out to grab a large towel and wrap it around himself. As he dries his hair, he peeks out from beneath the towel to watch himself in the full-length mirror. The corner of his mouth lifts when he swishes his luxurious tail.
Perhaps later, he will find the young master for a bit of fun.