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Borrowed, Never Returned - [Patreon Exclusive]
🕑 Added 2025-06-28 09:27:27 +0000 UTCMornings in the apartment stayed quiet. The air carried the soft hum of the city and the steady rhythm of the ceiling fan overhead. That quiet gave Alex room to move, to breathe, to do what stirred deep in his gut. He’d step into his roommate’s room, muscles tight, pupils wide, drawn forward by the scent that lingered in the air.
A pair of briefs lay on the edge of the laundry basket. Still warm with memory. Alex picked them up slowly, holding the waistband like something sacred. His fingers trembled as he pressed the fabric to his nose and inhaled. The smell: sweat, warmth, something raw and real flooded him. It curled in his chest and sparked something low in his belly.
Alex shifted, letting his legs spread wider, sneakers planted firm against the floor. His free hand slid across his belly, fingers grazing the line of fur down to his waistband. The soft stretch of the jock clung to him, pushing his cock up and out, swollen and leaking against the cool air. Every slow breath into the briefs made his heart beat louder in his ears.
His grip shifted lower, fingers wrapping around the thick weight of his shaft. It pulsed in his palm, slick at the tip, aching for attention. He moved slow at first, stroking himself with measured rhythm, every motion fueled by the scent still clinging to the briefs against his face. His breath grew ragged. Muscles tensed across his chest and thighs as his hand sped up, hips giving into the motion, chasing the heat curling deeper in his core. The pressure built fast, his moans quiet but constant, the wet sound of his strokes echoing in the still air around him. He didn’t hold back, he wanted to feel every second of it, every throb, every twitch, until he unraveled completely in the smell of someone he couldn’t stop wanting.
The tension in his gut was about to snap when the door creaked open.
Alex froze, heart stalling mid-beat. The scent-drenched briefs still pressed to his nose, hand still wrapped around his cock, his body flushed and exposed in the early light.
“Really, dude?” his roommate said, leaning against the frame with a raised brow. His voice was more amused than angry, laced with a kind of exasperated fondness. “Again?”
Alex’s ears shot up. He scrambled for words, but they tumbled in his throat. His roommate crossed his arms, biting back a grin. “That’s like... three times this week, bro. I should start charging rent for those.”
Face burning, Alex slowly lowered the briefs from his muzzle, his other hand slipping away from the scene of the crime. “I—I was just—”
“Sniffing my jock and pounding it like a feral? Yeah, I noticed,” the roommate said, chuckling. “At least close the door next time.”
Alex looked up, half mortified, half desperate to laugh. His roommate didn’t budge, still standing there like he’d caught someone raiding the fridge at midnight.
There was a pause, his roommate eyeing the scene with a lopsided grin, then rubbing the back of his neck. “You done, or... you want some help finishing up?” His voice dropped just enough to leave no doubt. “I mean, since you’re already working with my gear, seems only fair I get in on the fun.”
Alex blinked, mouth parting slightly, blood rushing to his cheeks... and somewhere else entirely. The briefs slipped from his fingers. His roommate stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
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