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He groaned anew, trembling, his toes curling against the wet tiles at the sounds of slapping flesh at the increase of speed to his strokes. A vivid picture of the feral expression Kodi wore when he’d cornered him in the kitchen on Wednesday sent him over the edge. His ass convulsed around the fingers buried deep before he spurted ribbons of creamy come across the floor and up the glass wall. His head thrust back as he gasped, the water blinding him. His eyes screwed shut, his hand pumping his cock, grunting and whimpering as he milked it. His legs shook from the intensity, forcing him back against the wet tiles to prevent him falling.
The smell of sex and wildflowers tickled his nose as he panted. Slowly, he dragged his fingers from his tight channel, dropped his cock and moved out of the way of the water with how sensitive he now was.
A wave of dizziness made everything move in front of his eyes.
“Wow, room spin!” He pushed back the wet hair and got his bearings. It had been a while since he’d come like that. He suspected the person he’d been thinking about was the reason why. He tended to avoid thinking about Kodi when he got himself off. It felt too risky.
Didn’t feel like that today, did it?
You going to claim the credit for that?
Of course.
Go ahead, but I’m not sure we’re friends right now after what you did to me.
How can I be blamed for that? You put me in close contact with the sexy animal. I was just doing what comes naturally when we’re in heat.
Lennon couldn’t find the words at his animal's audacity. He finished washing, knowing the water would run cold if he lingered much longer.
He was dripping water on the bathroom floor when the buzzer sounded for the front entrance. Staring at the door leading into the bedroom, a frown creased his brow.
“Who would be calling on a Sunday afternoon?” His friends and family all knew to avoid calling when he was in heat.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, then grabbed another to sling around his neck and rub at his hair. Walking into the bedroom and through into the living room, his attention was focused on the security monitor.
Coming to a stop and pressing to see who was at the door below, he blinked several times.
“No way,” he gasped, staring at Kodi who held a takeout box in one arm and what looked like a bottle of the wine Lennon favored in his free hand.
If you want more from me, then leave and come back when they aren’t clouding your judgement. The words came back to him, and his eyes widened at the possibility Kodi wanted more.
Heavens!
Kodi’s casual attire held Lennon’s attention. Low-slung jeans that had holes at the knee were paired with scuffed boots, a black leather jacket and black T-shirt. Gods, he looked like a biker. Lennon had a secret hankering for bikers after watching Sons of Anarchy.
Kodi juggled the box into the crook of the arm holding the wine and, in typical Kodi style, jabbed hard at the buzzer, not releasing it causing Lennon to giggle uncontrollably when his lips moved, and Lennon suspected he was cursing with impatience.
“What are you doing here?” Lennon felt the kernel of hope seed inside him at the obvious answer and found himself pressing the button to open the door. He swung around to go and slip on clothes when he froze. His eyes stretched wide at the state of his living room, more specifically the TV which had a bat frozen on the screen doing…
He squinted at the sheer amount of marks covering the TV and blushed hard enough he felt the follicles of hair heat. Accustomed as he was to the scent of his heat, he hadn’t noticed how pungent it was until then. He groaned in complaint, running into the kitchen to grab a can of air freshener and a cleaning cloth. Telling Kodi his bat rubbed himself against the screen and seeing the evidence made him cringe internally.
His bare foot sank into carpet as his doorbell rang, and he stood frozen once more. Knowing Kodi would keep pressing when Lennon had released the downstairs door to let him in, the groan was pure distress.
Why didn’t you mention you got frisky with the TV? Kodi is going to think we have a serious problem. Who humps a TV?
His animal actually whistled and acted like he couldn’t hear him.
“Just my luck, I end up with a TV humping bat!” He sprayed the can he held in the air, stomping to the door. He tucked the cloth under his arm then, noticing his state of undress, huffed dramatically at not thinking clearly before letting Kodi into the building. Throwing the can at the couch, he gave up worrying when the bell rang again and came with a loud knock. It forced Lennon into action when he didn’t need his neighbors complaining. He wondered, for a moment, whether he could push Kodi into the kitchen before he noticed the mess.
He opened the door with unsteady hands and plastered a wide grin on his face, reaching to take hold of Kodi’s arm to pull him inside.
“Hope that’s food in the box, I’m famished. I need to get dressed,”—he kept tugging Kodi, kicking the door shut and leading Kodi towards the kitchen door—“so can you get whatever smells so good plated and I’ll be back in a minute.” He was waffling for sure, and he ramped up the smile, ignoring the bemused, coughing man, who must have got a lung full of air freshener as Lennon slammed the kitchen door practically in his face.
Don’t come out.
Don’t come out.
He ran to the TV and quickly noticed the dry cloth wasn’t going to cut it. He ran into his bedroom and back into the bathroom, running it under the warm water. It splashed everywhere in his hurry, not that he noticed. He skidded into the living room, bouncing off the couch and didn’t detect the towel at his waist coming loose, his focus on cleaning the mess off the TV before the man in the kitchen got an eyeful. The large bat frozen in front of him was not even on his radar.
