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A look of surprise passed through Kabru's face and quickly disappeared. “That's true. Let's see...” he murmured, stroking his bottom lip with his index finger. It seemed like he was giving the matter serious consideration – or he was stalling because he couldn't come up with anything. Laios wouldn't fault him for that. It wasn't as if he was good at making these kinds of decisions. He only managed to settle on his choice for the first round because it was the closest thing to the mating position for wolves, and it only felt right for that to be the way Kabru would claim him as his mate. Otherwise, he was at a loss, not so much because he didn't have ideas – if anything, he had too many – but because he wasn't sure how many of them were even physically possible to achieve. After a moment of silence, Kabru gave a nod, his lips curling into a smile as he patted his lap, to the left of the penis sticking out of his boxers. “Come here, boy,” he beckoned, making kissy noises and clicking his tongue. Sometimes Laios felt tempted to ask if he was absolutely sure that he never had a dog. Either way, he was pretty good at playing the role of a dog owner.
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- Part 39 of Studies with wolves
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28 May 2026
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“Whoaaaaa! Sooooo cool!!” he exclaimed excitedly, his eyes twinkling with awe. “Awesome, awesome! What's it made of, anyway? It looks totally real! Feels real, too!” he gushed, subconsciously shaking his hands and kicking his feet as he spoke. “Ah, but the pubes are actually yours, right?” he added, looking past the shaft at the thick mass of fluffy, curly hair that covered everything from Kabru’s belly button to the base of his penis, and probably a fair bit more that was hidden in his boxers. Laios wanted nothing more than to bury his face in it and sniff to his heart's content, but that would have to wait. With his hand over his mouth to hide his smile, Kabru nodded, confirming his words. Laios grinned. “Awesome. By the way, how does it stay in place? Is it glued on or something?” It would probably hurt like hell to take off, if that were the case, but Laios couldn't figure out what else it could have been. There didn't seem to be a belt or anything like that holding it in place, and he doubted that the boxers would be enough to do the job.
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- Part 38 of Studies with wolves
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26 May 2026
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“Indeed, we did,” Kabru murmured, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. As his anxiety faded, his chest swelled with pride and euphoria, and an almost overwhelming fondness for Laios. He studied his body with shameless adoration, idly running his index finger along his spine. Everything about Laios was so endearing, so precious, so dear to him. The short, spiky hair, the visible veins in his ears, the faint stripe of sunburn on the nape of his neck. His rounded shoulders, dusted with golden freckles, his wide, smooth, muscular back, with the subtle leftward tilt of the spine and the rolls of fat at his sides, a perfect place to put one's hands. The intricate network of faint scars of mysterious origin, only visible in certain lighting, and the light brown fuzz growing all over his body, more easily identifiable by touch than sight. The subtle curve of his hips and the firmness of his thick, toned thighs, and, last but certainly not least, his glorious derrière. Kabru couldn't help but stare at it, utterly mesmerised, and once he realised what he was doing, he abruptly averted his gaze and cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burn.
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- Part 37 of Studies with wolves
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12 May 2026
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Laios' gaze, initially fixed on Kabru's face, slowly slid down his body with unmistakable admiration. Acutely aware of this, Kabru purposely spread his legs while he dug through his bag, all the while watching Laios from the corner of his eye, and internally counted down from ten. On three, Laios’ gaze fell upon Kabru’s crotch. On two, he noticed the bulge (“Oh, whoa…!”) and instinctively looked off to the side and hid his face in his hands, instantly turning a delightful shade of red. On one, he risked another look, spreading his fingers slightly and regarding the bulge from beneath demurely lowered eyelids. Having sensed that Kabru was watching him, he squeezed his eyes shut and gulped loudly. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes again, seemingly having made the decision to stare openly and without shame. “Whoa, wow… Is that…?” he mumbled incoherently, pointing at the bulge. Kabru nodded, stifling laughter. “Awesome,” Laios whispered reverently, and then: “That's pretty big.”
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- Part 36 of Studies with wolves
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12 May 2026
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Dreams, unrestrained by the laws that governed the material world, allowed him to live out this fantasy precisely the way he'd imagined. Laios spent the whole night soaring, flying, gliding, doing barrel rolls, and sometimes simply floating listlessly, carried forward by the wind, and the best part was that none of those things left him tired at all, since he wasn't using his physical body. It was pretty awesome. He only wished that he could see his wings. He knew that they were there, attached to his back as wings should be, but he had a feeling, the kind of unshaken certainty that one can have in a dream, that if he looked over his shoulder to check them out, he would instantly plunge to his death and wake up in his own bed, which didn't sound pleasant at all. Obviously, he would have to come down sooner or later, but he would prefer to do it in a less viscerally terrifying way.
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- Part 35 of Studies with wolves
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12 May 2026