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tkc2021! I've temporarily changed the pic because the more I looked at Art, the more he looked underage and if there is one thing I loathe, it's underage romance with someone who ain't underage, you dig?
The original pic will be back once I can get the tweaks to make Art not so youthful looking.
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Even when Venti was sitting on the couch, the ceiling in Art's apartment always looked close. And that's where he was, and what he was doing. Fatigue weighed on him like no workout ever had. Even his brain was tired.
It was the best feeling in the world. He'd just arrived at Art's place from the photo shoot for the Muscle and Fur cover. What an experience! They photographed him doing various poses and then submitted him to an interview--he wasn't even a professional bodybuilder! They asked about his past, what it was like to be adopted, and his plans for the future. The last question was tough, since he simply wanted to be happy with his life but wasn't always sure how to go about doing that.
The citrus tang of orange-scented hand soap followed Art from the bathroom. He was wearing only underwear, the beads in his braided mane clicking in a familiar staccato rhythm. "You look tired," Art said, resting his hands on Venti's thighs.
Venti found the strength to nod. "It's a good kind of tired."
"Everything must've gone great."
Venti raised an inquiring eyebrow. "And how do you figure that?"
Art's grin played at the corners of his muzzle. "You're smiling like you won the lottery."
"I might have. This could be something good for us."
It was Art's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Us, huh? You mean you don't plan on ditching me for some hot, rich supermodel boy toy?"
Venti grinned. "Only if he's a lion who likes to wear beads in his mane."
Art chuckled warmly. "Then I guess you're stuck with me, even though I'm not rich, or a supermodel boy toy."
"No complaints here, babe."
Art moved a hand from Venti's thigh onto his broad chest. "Why don't you show me a pose?"
"Sure." Venti rose to his feet, bent down on one leg and curled his arms in a double biceps pose. "This one is my favorite.”
Art leaned forward, placing his paws on the waistband of Venti's posing briefs. "Maybe you should show me more in the bedroom."
Venti may have felt tired, but he found the energy to do just that.
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tkc2021! I've temporarily changed the pic because the more I looked at Art, the more he looked underage and if there is one thing I loathe, it's underage romance with someone who ain't underage, you dig?The original pic will be back once I can get the tweaks to make Art not so youthful looking.
***
Even when Venti was sitting on the couch, the ceiling in Art's apartment always looked close. And that's where he was, and what he was doing. Fatigue weighed on him like no workout ever had. Even his brain was tired.
It was the best feeling in the world. He'd just arrived at Art's place from the photo shoot for the Muscle and Fur cover. What an experience! They photographed him doing various poses and then submitted him to an interview--he wasn't even a professional bodybuilder! They asked about his past, what it was like to be adopted, and his plans for the future. The last question was tough, since he simply wanted to be happy with his life but wasn't always sure how to go about doing that.
The citrus tang of orange-scented hand soap followed Art from the bathroom. He was wearing only underwear, the beads in his braided mane clicking in a familiar staccato rhythm. "You look tired," Art said, resting his hands on Venti's thighs.
Venti found the strength to nod. "It's a good kind of tired."
"Everything must've gone great."
Venti raised an inquiring eyebrow. "And how do you figure that?"
Art's grin played at the corners of his muzzle. "You're smiling like you won the lottery."
"I might have. This could be something good for us."
It was Art's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Us, huh? You mean you don't plan on ditching me for some hot, rich supermodel boy toy?"
Venti grinned. "Only if he's a lion who likes to wear beads in his mane."
Art chuckled warmly. "Then I guess you're stuck with me, even though I'm not rich, or a supermodel boy toy."
"No complaints here, babe."
Art moved a hand from Venti's thigh onto his broad chest. "Why don't you show me a pose?"
"Sure." Venti rose to his feet, bent down on one leg and curled his arms in a double biceps pose. "This one is my favorite.”
Art leaned forward, placing his paws on the waistband of Venti's posing briefs. "Maybe you should show me more in the bedroom."
Venti may have felt tired, but he found the energy to do just that.
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Category All / All
Species Lion
Size 568 x 701px
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