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2025-11-12
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Furry Beast

Summary:

The sweat has cooled, their bodies are stuck together now, and Lochlan, in his post-orgasm haze, is stroking Saxon’s pec like it’s a sleeping animal.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

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“Mm,” Lochlan hums as he nestles his cheek against Saxon’s chest.

The sweat has cooled, their bodies are stuck together now, and Lochlan, in his post-orgasm haze, is stroking Saxon’s pec like it’s a sleeping animal—his hand rising and falling with each breath, his fingertips burying into the copse of hair that Saxon hasn’t shaved or waxed in weeks.

“Are you petting me?” Saxon asks, his voice thick with fatigue, and Lochlan nods languidly.

“Yeah,” he says with a smile, his voice tinged pink, “what about it?”

Saxon laughs, Lochlan’s head bobbing along with his chest, and he leans in to kiss the top of his head.

“Nothing, man. You’re just fucking weird, you know that, right?”

Lochlan tips his head up to look at him, eyes big and pupils blown, swallowing up the warm brown of his irises. He licks his lips before sticking his tongue out and licking the thicket of hair, a patch below his collarbone. 

Devious little minx, Saxon thinks, and he swoops Lochlan up in his arms, sitting him up in his lap.

“You can’t tease me like that without upholding your end. Come on, baby, you’re all lubed up and ready to go, I know you want it.”

Lochlan laughs, slumping in his hands, and Saxon feels warm come leaking from his hole, dribbling down onto the base of his overused cock. He starts to twitch to life, and Lochlan looks exhilarated as he reaches in front of himself and grabs onto his pecs, weaving his fingers into his chest hair. His own cock is twitching back to life, standing up from the dark bush around his base; Saxon still tastes it in his mouth.

With every thrust, every hard buck of his hips, Lochlan pulls on his chest hair and whimpers: such a good boy, and the only one who has ever liked his fur.

Notes:

I saw a pic on Pinterest and decided that Saxon should have a hairy chest and that Lochlan should have a little fun with his brother's hairy chest.