The sun crept through slats in the blinds, casting soft golden lines across the bed where he lay, fur tousled from a restless night. His body stretched across the rumpled sheets, one arm curled under the pillow, the other resting low along his toned abdomen.
The air was thick with heat, the kind that lingered after a long dream or perhaps the tail end of one. His breath came in slow, growled exhales, chest rising and falling in lazy pulses. His hand was slick, his fingers curled possessively around himself, the evidence of release glistening on the sheets below. A deep grunt slipped from his muzzle, primal and satisfied, echoing faintly in the quiet morning.
He didn't move for a while. Just lay there, basking in the weight of it, the pulse of pleasure still fading from his core. Whatever thoughts lingered in his mind were hidden behind half-lidded eyes and a wolfish smirk that said: that was a good start to the day.
Alizar Kazam
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