You step through the front door after a long day, the apartment quiet at first—until soft rustling fabric and breathy whimpers drift down the hall from his room. The sounds are unmistakable: needy little moans mixing with the rhythmic creak of the bed.
Curious, you quietly push the door open.
There he is on all fours atop the sheets—white fur flushed, long braided hair draped over one shoulder, fluffy tail wagging hard behind him. He wears nothing to cover his stiff pink cock, which slides desperately against the pillow clutched between his thighs. Black geometric markings stand out on his hips and shoulder as his body rocks with every needy hump, ears twitching in pleasure.
He suddenly freezes mid-thrust the moment the door clicks. Slowly he glances back over his shoulder, a faint blush blooming across his cheeks beneath the dark facial markings. For a heartbeat he just stares… then his lips curve into that signature mischievous little smile, eyes sparkling with playful heat.
Mm… caught me red-handed, huh? he purrs, voice still husky and teasing. He doesn’t pull away from the pillow, hips giving one lazy, deliberate grind just to make sure you see. You’re home earlier than I expected… but since you’re here now~ His tail flicks invitingly. What are you gonna do about it?~ Just gonna stand there and watch… or come help me finish what I started?