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Caught Ya Lookin' - Rocket
🕑 Added 2023-12-04 04:16:19 +0000 UTCAfter spending the whole day working on the ship's engine, Rocket Raccoon finally got it going with a roar at around 11 p.m. Rocket's eyes were a little bloodshot and half closed from the long hours and the lack of rest, as he couldn’t stop when he finally got on a roll late in the afternoon. A day of frustrations and hard work had left the raccoon irritable and tired but not tired enough to fall asleep. The night air was hot and muggy on the strange, port planet and it made Rocket even grumpier, his fur was still slick with sweat and there were some marked up spots from the engine that wouldn’t come off with a few splashes from the sink. He wanted a cold shower, but more than that, he wanted a few cold beers to relax and unwind.
He exhaled slowly, wiped himself once more with a towel, feeling like he had a plan and so he started walking. In the distance he saw a nice bar, with the neon lights proudly displaying an open sign, it’s name and some of the booze they had.
Rocket soon pushed the door open and stood there for a few seconds, taking in his surroundings. The room was dark with only a few lamps. It was unusually empty due to a local holiday but it wasn't unwelcoming; at least there were no noisy drunks to deal with he thought. You were alone there except for the bartender, who was half asleep until the good-looking mechanic and pilot walked in.
The raccoon ordered a couple of bottles and brought them to his table with a bounce in his step for the first time all day. You watched Rocket as he climbed on top of a chair clearly not made for him, taking the bottle and starting to peel the seal off. Rocket's eyes were still darting around the room, still checking out his environment and you, but soon enough went to the bottle. Rocket lifted the glass to his lips and took a long, drawn out swig, a few drops running down his chin.
"Flark yes... this planet isn’t all shit I guess" Rocket sighed to himself and swallowed more of the icy drink, feeling the refreshing liquid run down his throat. It always did the trick to take some edge off, especially after work, never during.
"I should come here more often," he said as he drank and you watched the raccoon from a few tables over, unable to take your eyes off of him. He was shorter, around four feet but it suited him oddly. Incredibly handsome, with short fur that did little to hide his toned physique. You could see a number of scars on his back and chest in between all that lean muscle that the loose, damp shirt did little to cover, but it only made Rocket hunkier. In his current outfit of shorts and a sleeveless shirt he looked like just one of the local workers trying to find some luck at the bottom of a bottle.
"Man, it still feels hot from before." he said to no one in particular, feeling the heat get to him a little as he wasn't used to the nights being so hot on this planet. He nuzzled his face against the cold bottle, giving him some relief, but not enough to fully relax.
You looked at Rocket, admiring his beautiful and slender frame, the way his muscles moved as he lifted the bottle to his lips, and the way his tail swished back and forth. He didn't seem to care anymore, and in one fluid motion slipped his shorts off, kicking them to the side which made your eyes go wide.
"Much better." A satisfied smile now on his muzzle while scratching his chin. The dreamy raccoon was wearing a tight pair of briefs and the outline of his soft, thick cock was visible through the thin fabric. It was hard to believe someone his height would be packing such a massive member.
Rocket yawned, stretching his arms up and scratched at his fluffier bits, exposing some of his abs, clearly visible through the thinner fur on his front. His muscles flexed with the movement, and you could see the slight ripple of his six pack as he arched his back like a cat and took a quick gulp his beer, his already wet muzzle dripping a bit from the drink. Rocket was muttering to himself about the engine that had been bugging him the whole day, looking down at his package and adjusting it through the fabric, seemingly unaware of you, but you could swear he was teasing you at this point.
The bartender sank slowly to the floor, dead tired himself, and drinking one too many to kill the boredom of an almost empty bar. The only sounds were the distant hum of engines, the coolers and Rocket's awkward shifting on the tall chair not really designed for him.
Rocket's fur was all sticky with sweat, the heat getting to him as well as the alcohol. He managed to sit halfway on the chair, leaning himself slightly almost like he was presenting a glimpse of his perfect ass to you, the thick meaty cheeks on display, the fabric of his briefs barely holding them in place, already straining to contain his heavy balls and fat cock in the front.
He had the handsome, but sleep deprived look of someone who's been working nonstop and finally allowed themselves to rest and relax a little. Before he knew it he was finishing the last of the bottles he brought. The room spun a little, and his vision blurred a bit, the alcohol finally hitting his system for real but for someone with his experience it was nothing.
"Hey! HEY! Can we get a few more of these?" he said, holding his bottle and waving it around, the glass clinking as it was brought down towards the other ones, knocking them over like pins on the table. The bartender just snored.
Rocket hopped down from his chair and stretched, showing off his athletic body that was barely concealed by his sweat soaked, clinging shirt and tight underwear, a few audible cracks of his back making him moan slightly as he stood on his toes. He then awkwardly grabbed the table to steady himself at first, then began to walk towards the bar. His firm, round butt swayed slightly, his tail almost like a pendulum.
He leaned on the bar, the wood cool as he pressed his face against it, rubbing his whiskers.
"I guess this became one of those self-service bars huh? He-heh." Rocket chuckled to himself and grabbed two more bottles from the counter that he scampered onto with just two hops, still agile as ever. The raccoon then looked over to you as he bent his head down and snatched a slice of a lemon between his teeth, showing off his large canines, his sharp and predatory looking eyes staring right into yours.
"If you're good I'll give you a sip too!" Rocket said in his husky and low voice that made you shiver with excitement a little, the raccoon still holding the lemon in his teeth like an improvised cigar.
Rocket went back to his table, his tail high in the air, doing a little hop as he got half way to there. He climbed up on the table this time, feeling done with the overly high chairs.
"Huh, didn't realize it was this late. It must've been the heat on this damn planet..." he said to himself, his words a little slurred, his whiskers covered in beer foam and his nose wet and shiny.
"Or maybe I had one too many…too" Rocket said, a wide grin on his muzzle, his teeth exposed, looking almost wolfish, his tongue lapping his muzzle and teeth clean, making him look even more alluring.
Rocket felt the sodium lights on his face, his short, wet fur softening up the contours of his taught muscles. His nose twitching slightly and his eyes closed tight. His mouth was open, the raccoon inhaling deeply. You could hear the light raspy breaths coming from him as his chest rose and fell.
His legs were spread wide apart, showing off his package, the tight fabric stretching across his thick cock and his balls bulging noticeably, a small wet spot forming at the tip.
"I guess I had a few more than that" he said with almost a giggle, His ears were perked up and his eyes glassy and half lidded, but the dreamy raccoon was looking at you. He licked his black lips, a faint, thick tongue running across them and his ears flicking as he took another swig.
The faint smell of gasoline and oil permeating from him, combined with the strong scent of his musk and sweat finally found it's way to you. It was strong and intoxicating, a thick musky aroma mixed with the tang of a repair shop. A few grease stained spots here and there from the engine that he couldn't wash off yet, but it only added to his charm. His breath was deep and ragged, the sound of it filling the air as he sat and leaned against the wooden surface.
The thick bulge in his briefs seemed to be constrained by the perhaps too small underwear when he sat like this, something that Rocket now noticed as well. He reached down and tried to adjust it, pulling and stretching the fabric as much as he could.
"Ahhhh flark, the damn label said "L". That's what I get when I buy this crap online from some forsaken planet!" Rocket grumbled, trying his best to make the fabric comfortable, it being the only clothing of that size that he would wear on his shorter frame.
He motioned a finger to his lips towards you and grabbed the sides of the underwear, pulling them down slowly. "Ooh yeah.." Rocket sighed and let out a low growl as he pulled the briefs past his crotch and you saw his cock spring free for a second, slapping against his stomach and then dropping down again. The weight and size of it surprising you a bit as it made a soft "thud" noise against the table.
Rocked was content, the tension in his muscles disappearing. Rocket's cock was thick, uncut, and slowly throbbing almost as if it were itself happy to be let out of the tight, cotton prison. It was very vascular with a slight curve to the left, and his balls were hanging low, heavy with seed, or at least that is what you thought to yourself. You didn't notice yourself fixating, but he did. He saw that you didn’t lift your eyes from it for a second, a faint grin now on his muzzle, his eyes shining in the low light with the same look you saw at the bar earlier.
"Caught ya lookin'." He said with a smile, his hand slowly pulling his foreskin back all the way, exposing his squishy and large head only to lift his fingers away almost theatrically, letting it slide back. "You got the hots for a mechanic? Guys fixing a flarkin' engine all day, coming in sweaty and covered in grease does the thing for ya?" Rocket said in his husky, tired voice that made you jolt in your seat and look down to your glass. You didn't know you were that obvious, especially to a drunk, tired raccoon.
"I'm just joking around, relax kid. Hah!"
You couldn’t really tell. Rocket had a sly look in his eyes, his ears perked up and starting to curve almost like horns. He didn't know why he was being such a tease nor did he care too much.
He jumped down and walked to the side of his table, his cock swinging freely with every confident step. Rocket's tail wagged slowly as he turned his back to you, as if it show-off all the goods that he was quite proud of.
"I don't think anyone's gonna walk in now…" Rocket said, looking down at his body, and then back to you, biting down on the lemon slice still in his teeth, letting it drip down onto the floor and his chin.
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I didn't forget about you guys really wanting Rocket in that poll no worries, and the little idea collection poll after ^^ From what I gathered there was a lot off desire for Rocket butt and slight bottom energy, so I thought this could work and be really fun for everyone!
I hope you enjoy the picture, tell me what you think :D I would love to do more pictures like this with a limited colour pallet and slightly looser inks.
Comments
SpiritD
Aw I'm glad that everything is working and thaaaaank you! I am not sure why either but when I finished this I thought... damn... he looks so handsome xD
SpiritD
Oh for sure, it gives him that working raccoon look, like he just finished messing with an engine and is now cooling off haha. Thaaaank you :D
SpiritD
You have to give them a good, weighted look x3
SpiritD
I'm real happy you like it! Drawing Rocket was sooo fun, I am not sure why, everything just clicked including small changes I wanted to make to how I drew him before :3
SpiritD
When you work so hard you have to loosen up once in a while, so we caught him at that moment! Eeeey so glad that that little detail really works :D
TheoryOfStrings
Can finally comment and say that this is absolutely beautiful <3
Sirom
Daayum. 0.0 Rocket looks sooo good here and I really love the view x3 the tank top is a nice touch for him too and I can see him wearing it. :D He looks nice and scruffy around the neck/head area which is gooood. :3 I love he looks here <3
Sir Jackal
You are one of the few people who can draw uncut dicks so good
Eddie
This is wonderful. Thank you.
Sascha
Fluffy, sweaty and spicy (because of the lemon slice) Rocket, I LOVE IT! Also idk why but the lemon slice being the only thing in color looks really good to me :3
