Plin Ch 4.21

Hugo pulled Plin closer and lowered his pants. The center of his drawers was stained with a circle of precum.

“Ah.”

Hugo gasped.

“Who are you trying to turn on by wearing white underwear?”

White was objectively a plain, neutral color, but Hugo mumbled, his eyes half-lidded.

He’d already pulled Plin’s drawers aside and fondled him, so his rounded b*ttocks were half-exposed. Red marks from Hugo’s forceful grip were scattered across his skin. Hugo grasped his b*ttocks again.

“Strange.”

“Hngh…”

“Your butt is so round, but there’s not much to grab onto.”

Hugo kneaded the handful of flesh in his hand, sounding disappointed.

“N–Ngh…”

He wasn’t even using much force, just slightly cupping his hand, but the action stretched Plin’s skin taut, pulling at his entrance. Goosebumps erupted on Plin’s shoulders each time the cool air touched his exposed flesh.

“Hugo’s hands are, nngh… too big.”

Plin pressed his flushed cheek against Hugo’s shoulder, his breath coming in short gasps. The kneading continued unabated.

“You’re even wetter down there.”

Hugo usually exaggerated Plin’s state for fun, but Plin’s copious lubrication wasn’t a joke; it was a fact. The fluid that welled up at the tip, especially in the early stages, was different in viscosity and color from semen. It was clearer and more slippery.

Hugo let his hand slide down. The fabric of Plin’s drawers was damp. When he pulled his hand away, a thin, mucus-like strand connected it to the wet fabric.

“Nnn…”

Hugo took Plin’s hand with his wet hand and led him to the bed. He laid Plin down and removed his drawers. Plin’s cock sprang up.

“Your cock is pretty.”

He truly had a beautiful body, even his cock.

Hugo’s own cock was more suited to the crude term “dick” than the more neutral “cock.” It looked like a grotesque tool for obscene s*x, large and imposing. Plin’s was different. The shaft was straight, the veins not overly prominent, and the size and thickness were just right. The bulbous glans wasn’t exaggerated, and its reddish hue was endearing.

Hugo rubbed Plin’s pretty cock against his cheek. He inhaled, grazed it with his nose, and peppered it with light kisses.

The clear fluid, perfect for lubrication, glistened. He lapped it up, not letting a single drop escape. A thick, sucking sound filled the room. Plin clutched the sheets, his curled toes digging into the bedding.

“Ha, uh, keuh… nngh…”

Plin let out a choked moan.

He’d had his cock sucked by Hugo many times, but each time felt different. This time, Hugo wasn’t using his tongue, just sucking on the glans, creating an intense, almost numbingly painful stimulation. What had been glistening with fluid moments ago was now a bright, rosy hue.

“It h-hurts… a little.”

“It tasted good to me.”

Hugo lifted his head, his cheek smeared with Plin’s precum. He smiled mischievously and then moved up, taking Plin’s n*pple in his mouth, his tongue enveloping the bud. It was another novel sensation for Plin. As Plin twisted his body, trying to pull away, Hugo quickly latched onto the n*pple.

“Hngh, ah!”

The delicate pink flesh stretched. Hugo soothed the pain by licking the teeth marks on the areola, his eyes closed as he savored the taste and texture of the bud. The sharp sensation made Plin frown and scratch Hugo’s arm with his nails.

When Hugo flicked his tongue, the erect n*pple seemed to push back against it. The difference was subtle, but the flesh of the n*pple definitely had a distinct taste. It was slightly sweet, even though there was no milk.

“Hngh, haaa… nngh.”

Having finished his exploration, Hugo buried his nose in Plin’s flat chest and suckled greedily.

Plin’s chest flushed as Hugo gathered the surrounding flesh with his hand, trying to make the n*pple more prominent. Plin was so thin that there wasn’t much flesh to gather, and it just felt embarrassing.

“T-That’s enough…”

At his pained cry, Hugo released the n*pple and rubbed his cheek against it. The bud in the center of the areola was slightly swollen and hardened. The friction of the n*pple against his cheek was almost painful.

“Darling, you like this too, huh?”

Hugo said, stroking Plin’s cock with his index finger. Moments ago, it had been dry from Hugo’s sucking, but now it was coated with a sticky fluid, like snail mucus. The fluid, unable to flow freely, gathered at the small opening of the urethra, forming tiny bubbles that popped. The overflowing precum dangled precariously.

“Nngh…”

“How about here? Dogs like it when you lick here, right?”

Hugo ran his tongue across the crease of Plin’s armpit, his eyes wide open as he delved into the hollow with his red tongue.

“Haaaa, w-what are you doing today…?”

Plin lifted his arm, trying to escape the strange sensation.

Hugo kept licking him everywhere, each touch unfamiliar, the heat in Plin’s belly building without release. Usually, Hugo would bring him to orgasm two or three times just by sucking his cock, but today, he was only being teased.

“Your armpits are pretty, too… so white…”

He pinned Plin’s arm down and licked his exposed armpit freely, sometimes tickling it with his tongue, sometimes sucking on the hollow with his open mouth.

“Nngh, aaaaah, that’s weird… heut!”

The long tongue, like a water snake, slithered across his sensitive armpit, rarely exposed to such stimulation, making his knees tremble with the ticklish sensation.

Plin thumped his tail against the bed, twisted his body, and bucked his knees, groaning. He’d clearly seen Hugo’s cock springing up between the folds of his robe, but Hugo was still leisurely licking him everywhere.

Plin arched his back and then suddenly sucked on his own fingers.

“Darling?”

Hugo stared at the sight with a slightly dazed expression. Plin’s hand emerged from his mouth and grabbed Hugo’s wrist, pulling it down to his heated groin, his expression close to tears.

Hugo took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He wanted to stay calm, but Plin’s next words nearly drove him mad.

“Quickly… I can’t take it anymore, haa… kng…”

Hugo felt like he was about to explode, but he wanted to see Plin begging just a little longer, so he teasingly inserted a finger shallowly. It was only for a few seconds. Plin abruptly let go of Hugo’s wrist.

And then, he inserted his own finger next to Hugo’s in his tight hole.

“Darling. f*ck…”

Next to Hugo’s thick finger, Plin’s index finger wiggled, diligently stretching his hole.

Seeing Plin fingering himself with one hand was driving him insane. From the arches of his feet to his knees and his damp armpits, every part of him was tempting.

Hugo caught Plin’s finger. Their fingers intertwined inside him, like vines wrapping around a branch.

“Agh, haaa, keuh. Why… why didn’t you…”

Plin looked up at Hugo, a choked moan escaping his lips. The intertwined fingers, knotted together, created a considerable girth.

“I wanted to see you like this, so I worked up. Huu…”

Their twisted fingers thrust lewdly. Plin’s groin flushed, and beads of fluid formed at the entrance. He rubbed his feet against the sheets, arching his back. The sounds of rustling sheets, pulsating flesh, and wet skin rubbing together filled the room.

“Huu… Plin…”

“Ugh, hnghh, haaa...”

His hole was still tightly clenched, and a wave of heat surged through him. Plin tensed his abdomen, the muscles clearly visible. A thick strand of precum dripped from the tip of his erect cock.

Hugo quickly wiped it up and smeared it on his own cock. He reached into his robe pocket and pulled out the white, donut-shaped silicone buffer Plin had given him.

The buffer was a tight fit. Hugo winced slightly but pushed it all the way down. The veins on his cock bulged beneath the white ring.

“Haaaa, nngh…”

Then, a thick, club-like object, much larger than their intertwined fingers, pressed against his entrance. Even though it was loosened, inserting it into the small hole wasn’t easy.

“Hngh, ugh…”

“Are you okay?”

“No, yes, I’m okay, no…”

At this moment, the difference in their species, and the resulting size difference, was frustrating.

“What am I going to do with you, darling…”

His voice was filled with tender concern, but his lower body continued to push relentlessly.

Hugo examined the point of connection. Plin’s small b*ttocks were tightly clenching the monstrous tip of his cock.

He hooked Plin’s feet over his shoulders and slowly lowered his upper body, until their bodies were completely aligned.

Plin, folded in half, was completely immobilized. He could see his own outstretched legs next to his cheek. Even with his naturally flexible fox body, his straightened legs felt strained, and Hugo’s weight pressing down on him was immense.

“Nngh… keuh...”

The difference in their size was significant. Hugo’s body completely covered Plin. If anyone saw them, all they would see were Plin’s feet sticking out over Hugo’s hunched shoulders, his small b*ttocks and tail beneath Hugo’s legs.

Plin could only see Hugo’s collarbone; his face was too high up. Hugo braced himself on the floor with his elbows, caging Plin, and wrapped his arms around his head.

Plin’s face was pressed against Hugo’s chest, completely buried in his embrace. His cheek was squashed against Hugo’s firm pectoral muscle. In this close proximity, he could feel Hugo’s heartbeat against his right knee. The dampness between his b*ttocks cooled.

“Hugo… this position…”

Plin managed to speak, even though he was completely immobilized.

“Why are you so small, Plin?”

Hugo nuzzled Plin’s hair and placed a soft kiss on his head. Despite his gentle demeanor, there was a glint of madness in his eyes that sent a shiver of fear down Plin’s spine.