[Did you want him in your lap to do this bc that's what you're getting - fascinated by the ears, fuck the movie. Devon's all in on this - before pausing. Leaning back to look at Dom.]
[Hands finally off Dom's ears, he puts both palms on Dom's shoulders and wiggles to put his legs back, climbing out of his lap to put his toes on the ground before he gives a little push off of Dom to stand up in front of him. But then rather than waiting for a still seated Dom to strip, he goes in for him, loosening his pants.]
[ Is this for sex, or does he actually want to see it, or both? It doesn't seem to matter; by the time Dom lifts his hips to have his pants down to his thighs, his bulge is already a little stiff in his boxers. Nothing he can't brush past. He'll go back to normal eventually. Repeat this statement until it becomes true. ]
Okay, okay— I have to stand up.
[ His ears are pulled back, and the slightest lisp from his fangs is a little more audible. ]
[Repeating that, brows up, before he's reaching to help pull Dom up to his feet. He wants to see that damn tail, and he'll start shoving down his pants and leaning to look around him to see if it's there yet.]
Wait— [ Holding Devon's arms to stop him from looking behind, uncomfortable and embarrassed. Mostly embarrassed. ]
I don't— I don't want you to see that part.
[ There's just enough distance between them now, for Dom to tug the waistband of his boxers down without really exposing everything. A lot of focus and a few seconds later, there's a pink tail. Voilá. ]
Don't touch it. I mean, you can, just don't grab it. That hurts.
[ He steadies himself, gripping Devon's shoulder, boxers out of the way to make room for the spit-slicked hand. He can't really believe this is happening, but - yes he can, actually. And his dick is promptly responding to the stimulation. ]
[And Devon's more curious about this than he is wanting anything in return - he pulls Dom's boxers down a bit lower, and keeps moving his hand. He looks up at Dom's face, amused, and pulls him toward him with his other hand to kiss him.]
[ Devon's kiss absorbs Dom's attention just as much as the hand on his shaft, stiff and eager for it, like he's eager to taste Devon's lips, his tongue. Doesn't take a lot of convincing to do anything when they're like this, when pangs of arousal quickly rise to the occasion, making his tail twitch and tense up every time he flexes the muscles of his stomach. ]
I like... [ He changes his mind, kisses Devon some more, clinging to him with one hand, ] I like you a lot, too.
[ And it isn't lost on him that Devon's attracted to him like this. It means a lot. Embarrassingly so. ]
[Devon never tires of being told he's liked, wanted, lusted after - loved. He grins into the kiss, drawing it out with swirls of his tongue and a suck on Dom's lower lip. His hand keeps moving, pumping Dom, thumbing beads of pre along his shaft to make it easier. But then he slows, leaning back.]
Here.
[Let him get to his knees, make it easier on both of y'all - and put him at the right height to notice if that tail goes swish swish.]
[ He almost makes a little noise when Devon's lips aren't on his anymore, looking at him in a daze, helplessly watching him get lower and lower, a familiar sight standing on his knees. His hand goes on the top of Devon's head without protest, without doubt - he changes his posture so his hips push a little forward while his tail hangs back, squirming and trembling any time he does. It won't take long, because it never does. (Maybe bringing out some aspects of the wolf is speeding things along too; who knows.) Dom is grimacing minutes later, brows knitted, head angled up and ears flat. ]
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It's - you're cool. Can you hear better like this or is it just... like, for show, 'cause you already hear better?
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Uhm, I guess. I don't notice a huge difference. It's more when I fully turn.
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D'you got a tail too or just this?
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I, uhm— [ hgnhfn ] Y-yeah, I guess. I can have one.
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[This- This isn't a kink? Question mark.]
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... I have to take my pants off.
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[Hands finally off Dom's ears, he puts both palms on Dom's shoulders and wiggles to put his legs back, climbing out of his lap to put his toes on the ground before he gives a little push off of Dom to stand up in front of him. But then rather than waiting for a still seated Dom to strip, he goes in for him, loosening his pants.]
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Okay, okay— I have to stand up.
[ His ears are pulled back, and the slightest lisp from his fangs is a little more audible. ]
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[Repeating that, brows up, before he's reaching to help pull Dom up to his feet. He wants to see that damn tail, and he'll start shoving down his pants and leaning to look around him to see if it's there yet.]
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I don't— I don't want you to see that part.
[ There's just enough distance between them now, for Dom to tug the waistband of his boxers down without really exposing everything. A lot of focus and a few seconds later, there's a pink tail. Voilá. ]
Don't touch it. I mean, you can, just don't grab it. That hurts.
[ Is he blushing? Yes. A lot. ]
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[He reaches out with lil' grabby grippers, but acts like a well trained (and reminded) toddler and does not yank on the tail. He just pets it gently.]
Make it move.
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What, like wag it?
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And then it wags. Pretty weakly. With his pants down to his thighs.
Eye contact? Never heard of it. ]
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[So cool. He beams.]
Do you think it'll wag when you cum?
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[ Got that far and remembered it. ]
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[Already hands on for a tug job.]
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[ There's people screaming and dying on the screen, Devon! Anyway ]
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[Said as he spits into his palm, keeping it up.]
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What do I do? For - for you.
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[And Devon's more curious about this than he is wanting anything in return - he pulls Dom's boxers down a bit lower, and keeps moving his hand. He looks up at Dom's face, amused, and pulls him toward him with his other hand to kiss him.]
I like you a lot.
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I like... [ He changes his mind, kisses Devon some more, clinging to him with one hand, ] I like you a lot, too.
[ And it isn't lost on him that Devon's attracted to him like this. It means a lot. Embarrassingly so. ]
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[Devon never tires of being told he's liked, wanted, lusted after - loved. He grins into the kiss, drawing it out with swirls of his tongue and a suck on Dom's lower lip. His hand keeps moving, pumping Dom, thumbing beads of pre along his shaft to make it easier. But then he slows, leaning back.]
Here.
[Let him get to his knees, make it easier on both of y'all - and put him at the right height to notice if that tail goes swish swish.]
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Are— a-are you looking?
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