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I dug my shivering hands into my jacket pockets. My left hand gripped tightly onto my chain of keys as I jogged to my apartment to escape the freezing air. I glanced at a snow patch and noticed more collecting on the road and parked cars. I ran up the outdoor staircase to my floor and made a brisk walk to my door at the end of the building’s balcony. I took one last look behind me and the frozen city and made my way into my apartment.
Instantly, I was embraced by the familiar scent of home and the warm air collected inside. I shut the door behind me, leaving the cold and stress from work behind me. My Typhlosion gave me a small smile from the comfort of the couch. He was waiting for me like he does on most nights. The quiet murmur of the television drew my attention as I removed my winter clothes. I was barely able to kick off my shoes before I excitedly sat next to Typhlosion, more for his comforting presence than his warmth. My Pokemon was quite large for his species. Standing at almost 7 feet tall and weighing proportionally more, he made quite the good cuddle buddy. I pressed my face against his chest as he set his arm around my shoulders.
I kept my face on soft insulated fur until my nose dethawed. I wiped his chest as I pulled away. “Sorry, I got a little bit of mucus on you,” I said with a chuckle.
He rolled his eyes before using his free paw to cup the side of my face. I smiled and closed my eyes, already knowing what he’d do. I felt his mouth gently press against my lips as if asking permission. I’d part my lips as I found my mouth full with his massive tongue. I try to contribute, but his tongue overpowers mine as he laps my tongue over and over and over again. But I don’t resist. I melt in his embrace as he kisses me. After a long day in the office running around doing whatever busywork they could find for me, I found that being overpowered by my Pokemon at the end of the day is quite stress relieving. I feel his arm slip from my shoulders down to my side, letting him pull me closer.
He doesn’t stop until he quite literally runs out of breath. Typhlosion left my face damp with his hot breath whenever he was panting with his tongue shoved down my mouth. It’s oddly soothing. The intimacy of the act reminds me I’m home and safe with my best buddy. Once he stopped, he usually didn’t ask for more for the remainder of the night except for his one arm wrapped around me.
It’s usually on me if I want to escalate things. I wriggled down onto my side until my head rested on his fuzzy thigh, and my legs pulled into the fetal position to avoid hanging them off the couch’s armrest. Typhlosion kept a paw on my shoulder and tenderly rubbed it. I took a moment to enjoy this brief respite from the cold outside world. No work. No stress. Nobody but us in our little apartment.
The television continued to fill the silence as I methodically made my move. I would usually start by placing a hand on his knee. I was just getting comfy, just a way to get more comfortable, no ulterior motives. My fingers would move idly back and forth. Then, not so subtly, bringing that hand up to my buddy’s inner thigh. He would always make a little grunt. He knew quite well what I was getting at, but I’m sure he enjoyed the process as well as I did. It is pretty similar to the first time I made a move on him.
Once Typhlosion started petting my head, it gave me the signal he was into it. I didn’t look up, but I knew he was looking down at me. His breathing would get heavier, so I felt it against my face. I’d tease him a bit more. My fingers slid up his thigh right before making contact with his hefty, furry balls, dancing on the line between playful teasing and lustful indulgence. Depending on how he was feeling, he’d start to whine and even push his hips a bit to try to get me to touch them. Lucky for him, I was feeling touch starved tonight.
The back of my fingers rubbed against his soft scrotum. He’d always huff when I eventually touched him. Maybe it was involuntary, or maybe he was breathing a sigh of relief because he desperately wanted this, too. It’d quickly go from a soft touch to a full-on groping. I was done being sly by this point.
I’d bury my nose into his crotch, trying to get the scent burned into my memory. His musk was never offensive. Typhlosion prided himself on keeping clean. His bright and shiny coat was proof of that. That made touching him all the more addicting. Every inch of him was soft and warm. I would’ve warmed my face up against his sheath, but Typhlosion would complain about me being too cold, which was fair. His sheath was mostly hairless, so it’d be pretty direct contact. It just looked so damn juicy, though. The flesh hiding his manhood was so plump and round. There have been days when I’d just play with it in my hand. Until he got annoyed or one thing led to another.
Tonight, I found myself breathing his fragrant musk. Through the shampoo’s scent, I could smell him. His natural odor couldn’t be washed away. I couldn’t help myself from getting a taste. My lips met the entrance of his sheath, and my tongue parted it open. I couldn’t deny how much I’d been missing his taste. I’d been thinking about it at work all day despite us doing this routine last night. The exhilaration I’d feel being able to finally taste him is indescribable. It was borderline obsessive. Just the combination of tasting his salty pre, smelling his musk, and feeling his warm fuzzy thighs and belly against my face was pure bliss. All Typhlosion could do was sit there, gripping my shoulder while I made out with his sheath with fervency.
As I dug my tongue in and swirled it around his tip, I felt Typlhosion grow restless. His legs would shudder, and more of his precum coated my tongue. He’d pat my shoulder as a request for me to stop. Sometimes, I wouldn’t and had him finish still sheathed. I willed myself off his sheath, panting as I climbed onto Typhlosion’s lap. I straddled him, grabbed his face, and kissed him. His paws always wandered down my sides and onto my hips. Sometimes, I wish we could be like this forever. No responsibilities, no bills, no annoying anyone. Just me and him like this in our little pocket of heaven.
But I was tired, as bad as I wanted this, my mind was exhausted. I broke the kiss and rested my head on his shoulder. Typhlosion effortlessly picked me up and carried me to our room with his paws holding my butt.
He set me down on the bed and assisted me in taking off my clothes. First my shirt and then my pants. When it came to my underwear he shot me a smile.
“Buddy, wait…” I tried to protest, but he was already tugging at the waistband of my underwear. “I just feel bad that I can’t return the favor.” I knew he wouldn’t listen, though. With nothing separating him from my naked body, he turned off the bedroom light before jumping onto me. I was completely at his mercy, but you won’t find me complaining. He started off with a short kiss. Like many late nights when I had been up early, his tongue made its way down my body. His touch was slow and deliberate. Typhlosion loved coaxing a moan or gasp from me. He stopped at all his favorite spots. My neck, my nipple, and then tender licks down to my waist until he got to my cock.
He wasted no more time. I was already hard with his little foreplay, so he’d take my length in his muzzle whole. For a huge beast like him, it was fairly easy. It was even easier to get me to climax. He’d bring my legs up on his shoulders and wrap his arms tightly around me. Even if I wanted to pull him off, Typhlosion was latched on like a leech. All I could do was surrender to him and grip my bedsheets as he worked. His hot breath encased my length, and his tongue swirled around its entirety. He wouldn’t move his head and just left it all to his tongue work. I could catch a glint of his deep red eyes watching me as I squirmed under him. Typhlosion’s hot saliva dripped down my balls, making them tingle with pleasure.
“Buddy, I…” was all I needed to say. I felt his tongue shift and begin lapping my head. My legs trembled, and my hips bucked. My body tensed, and I gripped the blankets for dear life as I came into his maw. Typhlosion closed his eyes, and he swallowed and savored his prize. He opened his maw and let my dick flop out. The air felt frigid and sharp on my member. But He didn’t let that last long as he climbed on me once more. He shifted his weight to the side to let me breathe but still covered most of me. My mind had gone blank, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
He kissed my cheek with a quick lick and held me tightly to protect me from the cold. Typhlosion let out a satisfied huff as he settled. His breathing slowed into deep, quiet breaths, lulling me into a sense of security. In our little haven, we shared a quiet, peaceful night.