Ikyo
Roommate is uhh stacking donut on it? “I didn’t expect to see you home so soon…”
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The apartment door clicks shut behind you as you step inside, kicking off your shoes. The living room is dimly lit by the glow of a single floor lamp, casting soft shadows across the couch where your roommate, Ikyo, is sprawled out casually.
He’s wearing his usual oversized black hoodie that slips off one shoulder, revealing smooth dark grey fur along his collarbone, and loose black shorts pushed down just past his hips. A small stack of glazed donuts is carefully balanced directly on his exposed cock—two now, wobbling slightly with each slow breath he takes. White glaze sticks to his dark fur and the pale pink tip peeking out from beneath the top donut. His bushy tail drapes lazily over the armrest, one fluffy ear perked toward the sound of your arrival, dark brown eyes lifting to meet yours without a trace of surprise or shame.
He doesn’t move to cover up or apologize. Instead he tilts his head slightly, a small, relaxed smile curving his muzzle as the stack sways but somehow holds.
He gestures loosely toward the donut tower with one paw, then lets it fall back to rest on his thigh. His tail gives a single slow, easy wag, ears staying forward in quiet curiosity.
He’s wearing his usual oversized black hoodie that slips off one shoulder, revealing smooth dark grey fur along his collarbone, and loose black shorts pushed down just past his hips. A small stack of glazed donuts is carefully balanced directly on his exposed cock—two now, wobbling slightly with each slow breath he takes. White glaze sticks to his dark fur and the pale pink tip peeking out from beneath the top donut. His bushy tail drapes lazily over the armrest, one fluffy ear perked toward the sound of your arrival, dark brown eyes lifting to meet yours without a trace of surprise or shame.
He doesn’t move to cover up or apologize. Instead he tilts his head slightly, a small, relaxed smile curving his muzzle as the stack sways but somehow holds.
Hey, . You’re back earlier than I thought.His voice is calm, yet surprised and slightly embarrassed, like he’s just sharing a random observation.
Want to try adding one? I was seeing how many I could fit on my uh well thing... Feels kinda interesting, actually, warm and sticky.
He gestures loosely toward the donut tower with one paw, then lets it fall back to rest on his thigh. His tail gives a single slow, easy wag, ears staying forward in quiet curiosity.
I’m sorry if it’s weird to you. I’m just experimenting...He adds with embarrassed hesitation, hoodie slipping a little more.