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[wildwoof]

No, he didn't steal it -- it was gifted to him. Koga supposes more like permitted for him to have in his possession. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, fingers digging into the fabric, the guitarist hugs the black shirt close to himself. Face partially buried into it. Slowly, he breathes. Though, he knows their scent off by heart enough that he doesn't necessarily need this, but... it's mildly comforting. Embarrassing to admit, and quite frankly, he finds it to be a tad bit annoying.

No matter how many times in the past year he attempted to conclude he found the scent to stink, admittedly deep within himself he knew how much he liked it... Almost alluring to him. Draws him in. He treasures it. It takes him back even farther than just the past year. It's stupid to think of the reason as to why he knows this scent off by heart.

Though not outwardly embarrassed by his past self, it was so inconsiderate of him how he blindly followed without considering their emotions and true thoughts. What he admired was a front to keep safe until everything came crashing down. Still, he's happy enough to still be permitted to stand at their side. Eyebrows furrow as he hugs the fabric closer to himself of the shirt.

When he barely picks up their scent off it, he'll be sure to return it. For now, something to connect himself to them even if they cannot share a room. Even if he cannot be with them. He's allowed this happiness, right? No need to put a shitty ass label on it. But, it brings with it a curiosity on what their feelings might truthfully entail.

Do they feel something for him too? Or... no, no, don't think about it.

Eyelids shut as the young idol squeezes the shirt even more than before. Thankfully, he's alone. Well, Leon's always here too, but the pup decided not to try to bother him this time around. Or, maybe Leon went to nap without a second question, since Koga's presently sitting up on his bed rather than lying down as a sign of him falling asleep.

Usually, he only finds comfort in the scent than anything else. Similar to a comfort blanket, or a stuffed animal for nerves. It eases up any tension in his body that built throughout the day or calm any nerves acting up. Admittedly, it might have been a comfort to him during the SS Qualifying rounds if he hadn't already been so out of sorts by blatantly getting ignored.

"Stupid, dumbass, idiot," muttering into the shirt. Though, this wolf's not tired in the slightest bit to fall asleep clutching onto his possession. Instead, a heat builds itself up within his very core. He hates to admit it, but once again, there's a desire to be wrapped up in their arms. What's it like to finally be connected with them? Is there a chance of them tangling up in each other at last?

Maybe... a sliver of hope in the surrounding darkness. After all, he's been gifted something covered in their scent. Close that gap still between them.

Not the first nor last time certainly he'll be desiring them. Koga hugs the shirt a tad bit tighter while squeezing his eyes shut for a short period of time. Small wiggle of his hips at the growing sensation within his shorts. He must admit that this time around it's began to turn him on. Gradually, body flops over than sitting up in his bed. On his side, he stares at the stand beside his bed upon opening eyes.

Fooling around with himself has become a common routine when he gets excited. Though, he attempts to not think too excessively about who he wants the most in those instances. No matter how he yearns, he keeps it all to himself. Better to stay as things are than risk ruining what he strove so hard for.

One hand continues to hold onto the shirt while the other lifts to brush against plump bottom lip. To kiss them. Would it be feverish or gentle? Heated or soothing? Would they force a tongue between to taste what saliva he has to offer? Slowly, Koga parts his lips just enough for the tips of his index and middle finger to dip into his mouth. Pads press against his bottom teeth and tongue as thoughts begin to burst within his mind.

Would they give him the chance to suck them off? What would that be like? Not that he's ever had anyone else dare to touch his privates, nor the chance to touch anyone else's for that matter. The thought a bizarre one, truly. For sure it'd be wider than his fingers as he slightly pushes them deeper into his mouth. The warmth and saliva moist against them as his tongue wiggles around them.

Another wiggle of his hips, but he won't release his hold on the shirt. He only clutches it tighter with the scent so captivating to his thoughts. Scenarios play out within his mind on what might occur -- if anything were to occur. Maybe a kiss instead -- to feel another tongue within his mouth. No doubt closer to the feeling of his fingers within his mouth. A press down against his own pink muscle within, twirling the tip around it soon enough. To share their saliva with each other -- what they taste like. What's that like? Probably like tomato juice more often than not, assuming so.

Koga pops digits out of his mouth finally as saliva drips from them. Features grimace just a tad, shaking a few droplets off once held a distance out. Bodily fluids are just that: fluids. If they're mixing said fluids, then it'll be worse than just his own. Best to grow accustomed to it. A bit messy but just clean up afterward.

Releasing hold on the shirt for brief period of time, Koga shifts his attention to pushing down his bottoms and boxers to free the heat twitching to the surrounding cooler air. A shiver hits his entire frame as he begins to also push his shirt up and expose himself completely. Only for a split second he momentarily tests the waters on the sensitivity of his chest -- he heard it can still feel good for guys. But... nothing.

Damp fingers pinch at his nipple until the bud appears as the moisture and air around him mix. It just feels weirder than anything truly amazing. Pointless. Hardly excites him even with the scent from their shirt thick in his nostrils. Must only be a girl thing, and he ain't no damn girl. No matter. Just forget about them for now. He knows what feels the best of it all.

With his spine arched, palm glides down his stomach toward his center. Already at full mast, erection quivers for attention. So different than how he typically spends his time when surrounded by their scent. Something to calm his nerves. Not that he ever had any problems sleeping, but it helps him relax into sleep. This time? Dirty thoughts erupt so vividly.

Finger pads slowly drag up the curve of the underside, pushing against the nerves as he lets out a low hum against closed lips. Breathing picks up pace to match the rhythm of his heart. Will they touch him or maybe give him a blowjob? Ask him exactly what he craves out of them? Or maybe do whatever they want with him. Not about to make that choice so easily. Hips buck a tad forward.

Maybe push them down onto the bed -- sit on their lap -- wrangle them in until they retaliate back against him. Still, he hopes when they curl their hands around him and pull him down under the words breathe heavily from their mouth against the shell of his ear to call him a good boy for whatever. Ensnared in the trap of their allure. The guitarist clutches onto the shirt tightly once again while forcing it up against his face.

The wolf nuzzles in against it. He'll have to be careful not to soil it. Koga pinches the tip and massages it between his fingers with a low groan. [ Touch me more. ] If he ever begged them, would that turn them away? [ Begging's fuckin' stupid ], but it's a common thing to get people going. Ugh... makes him think he truly knows not what their interests would be when tangled up in the bedroom.

Not that he's certain they'd tell him or even want to bed with him for that matter. It's his fantasy, so he can make shit up as he goes! Well... it wouldn't be them if he's making it all up entirely. Changes not the fact that he wants them to touch him more. To finally feel him up and over and entangle him completely with them. To feel as if their bodies have intertwined and come together as one.

Hand completely encircles his erection, at last pumping his hand up and down the sensitive skin filled with the heat of his blood as the hormones burn wildly. A quick pace sets itself. Grip gradually tightens around his dick with each stroke. Puff of his chest outward with another wiggle of his hips to the movement. "S--Sa... Sakuma... sen--senpai..." Breathes out in a moan into the shirt. To touch and be touched -- he only imagines it. An idea of jerking each other off emerges within his mind. Hold their lengths against each other with a grind of hips as hands work in tandem to each other.

Push their chests in together with their faces so close to each other. Just about picture they face so close to his own as their ruby irises stare straight into his own. They make speak in riddles to him or tease him in some manner at this close proximity. He might retaliate back or bark at them for whatever they might say, but -- Koga's certain at this point they'd know his true emotions no matter what spews from his vocals.

Honesty in the heat of the moment. Yeah... he might willingly allow them to know while making himself so vulnerable to whatever's wished. The lecherous animal that claws out from underneath. Mouth parts open, pants escaping him. The shirt is not them no matter how realistic their scent happens to be in this moment. No matter how badly he desires to bite down on them -- he cannot. It's impossible.

Shake of his head as jaw snaps shut. Don't think too deeply on it. Extremely needy at this point, certain any time soon he'll be ready to burst. Thus, to move onto the next step. For the moment, he lets go of their shirt to reach out to his nightstand. This part he's grown more accustomed to. Still, it must hardly compare to the real deal. Something so much thicker for sure than fingers. At least it might prepare him for the potential future. Something to discuss if they ever step ahead to that point.

Again, cannot say the older will ever truly bed with him, but -- he'd rather be ready than shoved into the pain from the start. A gradual ease into it, preparing for a possible outcome. However, it may be. The guitarist rolls himself over onto his back. Legs spread with knees up in the air. Free hand halts stroking his length to maneuver the shirt onto his chest.

It's important, after all.

Rip of condom pack open, once more he covers up some of his fingers -- this time: two fingers. Popping the lid open of the bottle of lube, he pours some over his hand. Snuggle of his nose up underneath the fabric of the shirt, scent entirely enveloping him still. Comforting... No matter how many times he used to say it stank... it never truly did... it's embarrassing to admit. Hand reaches down with a push past his balls to tease the tip of his middle finger along the pulsing muscular ring. The latex cool upon his skin.

Three. Two. One. He counts down in his mind before at last pushing two fingers up inside his body. Back arches up off the bed while gradually inching deeper into his body -- farther than he'd gone last time. Softly, groan escapes his mouth. Other hand once more returns to stroking his shaft. Slow at first while adjusting himself to the sensation of fingers as far up inside as possible.

Eyelids shut tight, beginning to wiggle them around. He presses up against the walls at different angles, testing the waters until something feels right. With the stretchiness of the latex, he extends his fingers apart to feel more of a pull and push to his hole. Slight turn of his body with another hitched moan. Legs shuffle against his sheets until finding solid footing to push into the mattress. "Sakuma-senpai..." So encapsulated by his thoughts.

Would telling them he loves them once again ruin things...? With a more serious tone and straight forward with his emotions... He loves them. Loves them so much. Would it burden them, though? Koga never once wanted to be a burden on them, and to this day he still does not wish for such... If they embrace, will it be... okay?

Can he be this happy with them?

Koga holds the position for not long when he rolls slightly over on his side to permit a better angle for his fingers. Mouth hangs open with pants and soft moans. Fingers begin thrusting in and out of his asshole. From a slow motion into a quicker pace. Heart rate thumps wild against his ribcage. More often their name leaves his voice. Thumb drags against the ridge of the head with each stroke. Thrust up in, spread of fingers, pull back out. A rhythm sets itself in place at last for the last stretch of the night to the end goal.

The sparks bursting in the back of his mind as chills travel along his spine. As he feels himself getting closer to climax, he shoves his fingers as far as possible up inside before spreading them apart as much as he can. A pain stings from the stretch before pulling back out completely. Koga shakes the condom off his hand quickly to lift hand up quickly.

Forgetting about the lubricant that leaked onto his hand from the condom, he grips tightly onto their shirt once again. Holds it against them firmly as he rocks himself into the final throws of the pleasure. Palm never stops stroking the sensitive nerves burning wildly with that heated ecstasy. Body contorts as Koga cries out, dick pulsating as he cums. Load spurts out over his arm and the bedsheets.

Left panting, and tired out, body releases itself from the high it felt in that moment. Weak arm reaches out to grab a few tissues to attempt to clean up a bit afterward. Just enough for him to flop back down with their shirt.

Comfort... it's comforting... "Fuck..." he breathes out, winded. Oh how he wants to tell them... He loves them so much.