M0nte
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Just for the hell of it, here is a quick description I came up withView attachment 5361555
Please!!! I'll get on my knees if I have to.
With nothing much else to do, you sink into the warm bath like a bucket of cement as a long sigh escapes your lips. It seems your daily fatigue has somehow followed you into this dreamy realm, so you hope that same logic will follow in reverse. After all, you have a lot of things on your plate tomorrow morning, so you will need all the energy you can recoup and then some.
Yet still, after only a minute of basking in the afterglow of a soothing boil, you turn your attention towards your host -- the ever-collected pretty boy Kitsune.
"Oh, Champ, there is no need for you to humor me with small talk," Kiyoko smiles, playing with his fiery locks. "It seems you are in need of a rest, and I am more than happy with just you being next to me."
You simply nod in return, yet you do not avert your gaze. For let's not kid yourself: the reason for your lack of words to give has less to do with fatigue and more so with your fetching host.
Kiyoko is a guy, that much you have come to terms with, yet, appropriately, it still feels like your eyes and his frame are playing tricks on you the longer you stare into him. His entire build and profile are that of androgyny incarnate, and that observation seems more and more poignant the deeper you dwell into his foxy eyes, their green allure equal parts welcoming and carnivorous. Full eyelashes and plump, pink lips only accentuate how petite and cute his nose is, with his flowing, sun-bathed hair framing it all in an immaculate light. And just outside of that frame stands a pair of foxy ears, their tapered tips and inner white fluff just begging for attention of a touchy variety.
"Mmmmmm, champ," Kiyoko hums, slightly rising from the bath. "Are you ogling me?"
Would it offend him if you said yes?
"No," he smiles. "But only if you do not mind me doing it in return."
Fair is fair; you more than welcome it.
So with a prowling gaze, Kiyoko begins exploring all the visible, and not-so-visible, bits of you, much like you are continuing to do to him.
His narrow shoulders and pronounced scapulae give off a sense that he is quite a delicate thing; an image that his thin arms and dainty hands only continue to pile on. And, oh boy, does it get harder not to just get lost in him the further down you go. Even with his chest now emerging outside of the water for your pleasure only, it still should be just that, a chest. A pair of fine boy pecs that possess just the right amount of muscle and fat, their well-defined shape showing off that the boy did not let himself go even with all the opportunity to just laze around.Yet inside your mind, or more so, a mind inside of a mind, it somehow seems like so much more. His boobs look both perky and soft, with his pinkish—erect!—nipples haunting you with how pinchable they seem.
"Up to your taste?" Kiyoko hums, his tone nonchalant, yet the subtle lip bite betrays whatever guise of indifference he tries to maintain, his eyes glued to your crotch.
And, ahem, you are pretty much the same.
With how see-through the water is, all the wonderful contours of his waspish hips, and all that it leads to, leaves you awestruck. The way his taut hips lead naturally into an ass that is so maliciously large, it feels like a crime for a guy to possess it. It is so round and bubbly, in fact, it is turning these hot springs into a bubble bath. Combine all that ass flesh with his meaty thighs, and it is no wonder that you are still second-guessing yourself over the gender of your friend here, even with Kiyoko's friend down under prominently sticking out.
His doggy cock is quite a charming little thing. Stuck between his thighs and showing some signs of life, it looks quite small. Of course, for all you know, the guy could be a grower and not a shower, yet for however quickly that thought entered your mind, it just as quickly gets thrown out. Seeing this man, this guy -- this femboy -- with anything bigger than a modest five-incher just wouldn't feel -- be! -- right.
"Ahem," Kiyoko hums, "If we’re done admiring each other, let’s move on."
You nod, his sultry voice breaking you out from whatever trance you just had.
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