/ztg/ - Wolter if he were into dudes

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What would Wolter be like if he were into dudes?

>"Much as I would enjoy a night out trying and failing to sing along to "Hall and Stoats", I actually need to be on my way." Charlie stands, bidding Ozzy farewell.
>"Oh," the striped hyena pretends not to appear crestfallen at the unexpected announcement, "what is it? A new job?"
>"Indeed."
>"Can I come with? If you need help lifting stuff, I could-" He flexes his bicep to help punctuate the point but gets interrupted by a noncommittal answer.
>"I... think this is a one-person job."
>"Oh," Ozzy nods sadly, knowing that tonight he'll a solo act at a time when he doesn't want to be alone. "arright. Uh, good luck-"

>"Eyy~ There's my favorite music duo, Ozzmodias and Chuck!"

>Explaining the situation to Wolter, Charlie bids the boys farewell, leaving Ozzy on the couch with a very happy looking Wolt. He seems more present than he normally is, giving Ozzy a once-over that has the hyena feeling strangely self-conscious.

>"So, whatcha doin' right now?"
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>"Oh, I was jus' about to head out to play." The bigger male gestures with his guitar.
>"Stay for a little, talk to me." Wolt leans back, languishing against the arm of the couch.
>Laying his hands behind his head and spreading his legs, Wolter gives Ozzy yet another once over, clearly enjoying what he's seeing.
>Ozzy steals a glance at the smaller male's shorts, witnessing an eyeful of a dick imprint he knew he would receive; the aardwolf likes to wear shorts that accentuate his size, he recalls, feeling flustered.
>"Pfft, talk to ya?" Ozzy lamely replies, turning his whole body away toward the TV in front of them; his eyes quickly returning and then fleeing from the sight of Wolter's barely concealed manhood, over and over again.
>You'd have to be blind not to see it, and Wolter certainly sees what's happening.
>"You're lookin' kinda tense, big man. You getting stage freight while thinking about playing tonight?"
>"What?" Ozzy laughs, both because he's trying to act casual, and because he finds the thought of being afraid to perform absurd.
>"Then what's got ya lookin' so tense?"
>Everything, the hyena thinks. The looks he's being given, and the emotional vulnerability he's feeling tonight has him on edge.

>But... he finds that his previous anxieties are fading fast, being replaced with a kind of stage freight he's afraid to admit he currently feels.
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>"Want me to do something about it?" Wolter stretches his leg, reaching Ozzy's thigh, rubs his foot against it.
>There was something about the system physical contact that emboldened the larger male. He stares at the smaller flirt before leaning in a little, a grin on his lips.

>"You askin' are you askin', Wolt?" Ozzy drapes an arm on the backrest of the couch, leering down at the aardwolf.
>Wolter licks his lips at Ozzy like he's the biggest snack he's seen all night, sitting up to crawl toward the stocky male.

>"Whatever'll get you to ditch whatever you was doing tonight." He leans in even further, enough to get Ozzy to feel self-conscious again; drawing back a single inch as the smaller mammal draws a line up Ozzy's thigh with a claw.
>"I dunno," Ozzy says, feigning disinterest but failing, "I mean, if you really want me to stay, I can..."
>With Ozzy's right leg on the couch and the other stretched out so that his left foot is on the floor, Wolter takes this opportunity to pull himself up and then park himself on of Ozzy's lap, their noses almost touching. Whatever bravado Ozzy tried to show is gone in a flash, replaced only by desperate need.

>"I wanna help ya," Wolt breathes into Ozzy's slightly agape, nervous mouth. "Lend you a hand."

>Their kiss was electric and leaves Ozzy feeling lightheaded. Ozzy's tail kept hitting the couch as Wolter licked Ozzy's tongue, moaning against his lips.
>Finding his inner assertiveness, Ozzy takes the back of Wolter's head as they deepen their kiss, pushing Wolter against the couch. Ozzy grinds against the smaller male's tent, hormones and scents going out of control.