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Zayn, a blue and white fox with a chiseled, athletic frame, sauntered onto the beach, towel slung carelessly over one shoulder. Sunlight bathed his fur, which drank in the sunscreen he smoothed across his taut abdomen and sturdy thighs, lending a subtle sheen that softly accentuated his sculpted grace. He chose a sun-kissed spot, spread his towel, and settled onto it, exuding a quiet, commanding poise. Nearby, Milo, a pink and white fox with a lithe, faintly muscled form—smooth, soft, and exquisitely feminine—lounged beneath the golden rays, his verdant eyes glinting with unspoken curiosity. As Zayn reclined, Milo’s gaze found him, a spark of ardent desire igniting within. With a fluid sway of his hips, Milo rose and glided toward Zayn, his voice a silken murmur as he paused by the towel. “Room for one more?” he asked, his tone laced with sultry intent. Zayn leaned back, his confidence a steady undercurrent, and replied, “For you? Of course.” A flicker of mutual allure charged the air.

Milo knelt, seizing the moment with a lover’s fervor, his delicate fingers brushing Zayn’s thighs as his eyes roamed the fox’s statuesque form. His gaze settled on Zayn’s manhood, a supple length cloaked in long foreskin, stirring under Milo’s rapt attention. As Zayn’s arousal grew, the shaft hardened, revealing a radiant, rose-hued crown and pale, weighty jewels beneath. Milo’s fingers encircled the rod, thumbs tracing tender, swirling patterns over the pliant skin, gliding along its contours and pressing gently at its root. One hand cradled a jewel, kneading with delicate reverence. He then suckled at the head of his throbbing tool, relishing his ambrosial nectar before drawing Zayn’s member deep in a rhythmic, reverent dance, throat now milking Zayn’s delectable pole while his cool, black-tipped snout grazed Zayn’s sun-warmed fur, the contrast sending shivers through Zayn’s frame. Milo’s lips followed suit, teasing the tip before enveloping it all, his mouth presently pressing firmly against Zayn’s heated core.

Zayn’s breath grew ragged, moans spilling forth as he propped himself on trembling arms, nearly collapsing under the tide of pleasure. “You’re a fucking maestro,” he rasped, voice thick with awe at Milo’s skillful worship. His hand grazed Milo’s cheek, petting softly, while the other gripped his shoulder, urging him on. His hips twitched upward, subtle thrusts yearning for  constant, deeper embrace as Milo’s firm grasp on Zayn’s flanks held him at bay, dictating the cadence with masterful ease. Milo’s emerald eyes fluttered, sometimes closing in blissful surrender as he savored each moment, his tongue and throat working in seamless harmony.

As ecstasy surged, Zayn’s arms quaked, his body sinking further back, barely supported by his weakening resolve. His tail flicked wildly, hips stirring with restrained urgency. At the precipice, his voice broke, raw and desperate. “I can’t—fuck—I’m cumming!” His hands seized Milo’s head, guiding him down with fervent need, planting his thick rod into his new sex toy. A prominent bulge formed in Milo’s slender throat, a testament to Zayn’s commanding size. The shaft pulsed, releasing a creamy, life-giving essence that flooded Milo’s guts, filling him with a warm, vital richness that sated his gnawing hunger. Milo then eased off with a guttural [i]hu-glup[/i] sound, lips glistening, a satisfied smirk curling as he met Zayn’s dazed gaze. Zayn slumped onto the towel, chest heaving, utterly spent under the sun’s relentless glow.

[b]First image is the upscaled high res version and the second image is not upscaled
Picture made using ComfyUI and stable diffusion
Workflow is the last attachment. Touched up the shoulder display one the flexing arm in medibang for android after many rounds of in-painting.[/b]

Includes POVs, not just full or half body duos

Men go here yarrr :3

BJs, licking and other mouth focus material (includes open mouths in general)