Charlie/Marty Purely Platonic Handjobs

Charlie set her book aside, ears perked up. Ten seconds.

Approximately ten seconds later, Marty barged in, slamming the door behind him, and she nodded with satisfaction as her roommate returned home right on schedule. What caught her interest was that Marty seemed especially angry tonight- Well, more than usual, anyway.

"Fuckin' assholes... Coming in all high and mighty, bein' too goddamn retarded to use the catalog and giving me shit when they can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to learn the Ewey Decimal system-"

"Hello, by the way," she idly interjected, contemplating on if she wanted to continue her reading more then she wanted to know why Marty was ranting.

"-But no, of course not, and even when they stoop asking a 'pred' for help, they're still- Augh!" He threw up his hands, his diatribe growing steadily less comprehensible as his gestures grew more violent.

She made up her mind. She wanted to know, of course. That's simply how she was... She wanted to know just about everything, and she wasn't afraid to be direct in how she learned. And she did know this: Charlie was unintelligible when he got angry enough.

But he was also far more calm and docile after at least one orgasm.

It wasn't exactly difficult to sneak up on him, for two reasons. The first was that she was a very quiet person when she moved, and had honed her art of stealth long ago when she was learning to pickpocket. The second, naturally, was that Marty was more concerned with throwing a fit then paying attention to much of anything around him.

Marty stiffened up when he suddenly felt her fur pressed against his back, brushing against the back of his neck. "W-What the hell are you doin'?!" he demanded, starting to squirm.

She didn't let him escape, wrapping her arms around him and tucking her muzzle over his shoulder. She'd held him back a number of times before, when she wasn't otherwise occupied or when he really was going to hurt himself, and knew how to keep him still even when he really, really didn't want to be. "Just relax," she stated softly, nuzzling the side of her muzzle against his neck as her paws wandered south.

"What d'hell do you take me for, woman? A hug isn't gonna just-" Marty started to protest, cutting himself off as Charlie dexterously undid his pants with one paw, using the other to slip inside and start squeezing and stroking his sheath. "H-hey..."

She ignored him, fingers tracing over the short fur of his sheath, admiring the firmness. "Your day is over. No matter how unfortunate it was, you don't have to deal with it any more for the rest of the night, so there's no point in getting upset. You should just lean back and let me do this," she pointed out.

As her roommate sputtered, squirmed and otherwise tried to free himself and argue at the same time, she pointedly ignored him while she worked. His fly was open now, and he couldn't resist the tactile sensation of someone coaxing out his dick- So very few young guys could. His protests slowly grew less heated, his vain wiggles less energetic as his shaft pushed free from his sheath, and she let herself have a small smile when he grew fully hard. There it was.

"You, uh... You don't gotta do this, Charlie," Marty mumbled, even as his hips lightly bucked, driving his aroused shaft into her touch.

"You weren't going to settle down unless I gave you something far better to focus on. And besides, I want to, so I'm going to," she stated simply. She pressed her snout into his neck once more, sniffing- The scent of an aroused predator was enticing, even if he wasn't a fox, and she felt a desire to get on her knees and let her nose trail all over his shaft, taking in his musk...

But no, she knew she was doing this mostly for him, and that she'd have to indulge her own needs later. Possibly even after Marty grew more used to the idea of letting her do things like this, if she was lucky. One of her paws continued to stroke away at his dick, her grasp slowly growing stronger as she let her paw-pads take a firmer hold, the other arm gently holding him back against her.

By now, Marty had given up on even a token resistance, and was instead merely biting his lip, evidently determined not to moan out. That was fine by her; she didn't care if he vocalized his arousal, only that he felt it.

It didn't take her much longer after that. All she had to do was keep an eye on his reactions, finding how much pressure was just right, and after that it was a matter of speed. He started to shiver as he approached his climax, making a muffled noise as he suddenly jerked, reaching his peak under her ministrations.

By the time he started to cum, her less occupied paw was already moving, gently cupping the head of his cock for a moment before catching each shot of spunk, milking him dry with the other paw. When he was all finished, she held her paw up to her face to admire it as he slumped against her for support. It looked like he'd been pent up for a while now, which partially explained why he'd been so irritable. Some of the cum had overflowed from her paw, and was now dribbling down her arm.

She stepped back, turning him with the other arm and lightly shoving him, making the stoat stumble backwards gracelessly as he fell onto the couch ass first. His head whipped up to meet her eye as he prepared to tell her off from it, but the words died in his throat as he caught sight of the way she was sniffing at his cum on her paw, slowly licking it off and visibly savoring the taste.

She paid him no mind, and didn't elect to speak at all until she was satisfied with her particularly gooey snack. "Not bad. A lot of protein in your diet, as to be expected, but..." She licked her lips. Hmm. "You should go easy on the fried bug-bites."

"Fuck you, they're cheap," he argued, but his heart obviously wasn't in it. Charlie, for her part, simply returned to where she'd been sitting before he came home, and picked up her book, opening it up and once more starting to read.

She didn't bother to look away from the text as she spoke. "And don't bother pretending to be angry tomorrow to get me to do it again. All you have to do is ask," she informed him, flipping the page.