— he turned and started leading the other down the hallway to his bedroom.
Opening the door, August got a true look into how much of a slob the Beartic is. If the glimpse of his “recently cleaned” living room wasn’t a hint, his pigsty of a room was definitely revealing it.
Olaf could only hope their friendship gets to that level. Even more hopefully, them getting frisky now would be a great start to build up to that.
“That sounds like a hell of a good idea. I’d be more than glad to.”
The bear smiled back, giving August a shoulder pat before —
Maybe they’ll get to a point where Olaf and August can scratch those hard to get to places for one another.
But of course, that would be a conversation for a different time. Right now was frisky time.
He’d raise a curious eyebrow as the bear’s hand disappeared into
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— “Heh. I wouldn’t mind that either. In fact, I was pretty much waiting and hoping you’d say that.”
There goes his hand, slipping mindlessly and nonchalantly into his underwear. It was easy to see where his mind was going.
For sure. Olaf would do the same if he had an itch. He understands that everyone gets itches and sometimes you just have to scratch them. And speaking of…
His expression lit up when August not only agreed to his mention of getting frisky, but put up a proposal as well. —
If anyone were watching from behind, they’d think August was digging for gold back there. But sometimes a pesky itch is just like that, gotta really get in there.
He smirked at the response.
“Frisky, eh? I wouldn’t mind getting frisky with someone like you.”
"Oh, don't I know it. Knowing me, or just about anybody, good food is hard to pass up on, especially if it's something you made."
Olaf responded, continuing to watch the Slaking as he idly went about patting his belly and scratching his ass shamelessly. He really was going —
Good to know. August needs him some more buddies he can just casually be himself around.
He gave a nod in response to the unintentional pun, a smile tugging at the edges of his mouth.
“Heh. You’re not wrong. Cooking, and more specifically, baking, was my forte.”
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— at it too. From the Beartic's point of view he could only imagine that hand going right in between the Slaking's crack, assuming that's why August gave it a sniff.
Olaf's mind immediately started wandering to some pretty dirty thoughts, as he was distracted. —
—The bear nodded as he listened intently to the other, chuckling at the subtle joke.
"If I had any talent in the kitchen, I'd probably do the same."
He said, patting his belly. His eyes returning to the Slaking's wide framed body. Damn… August sure was good looking.
August has nothing to worry about then. Olaf is a super lenient and laid back dude. He'll be glad if August went for it. Otherwise, he'll certainly do it himself.
"Oh, so you aspired to be a chef, huh? That sounds like a pretty sweet career path, no pun intended."
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August was keenly aware of the bear’s junk just hanging out in the open… but this was his house! He could do whatever the hell he wanted.
He was the guest. He figured it might be best to wait for Olaf to make his move. He’s not trying to get kicked out for being… August.
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@KantoKairyu_ It was going to get a lot warmer once he got started. The Beartic was taking the time to rub his shaft between Kai’s cheeks while they bounced.
@KantoKairyu_ “Very well then~”
Without hesitation he stood up behind the Dragonite, already erect from having plump butt cheeks in his face all that time.
@KantoKairyu_ Olaf forgets Dragonites are much more vulnerable to ice types and peaks up with a chuckle.
“Sorry! If I could make myself warmer, I would.”
@KantoKairyu_ With his tail raised and shaking right in front of the Beartic, it was clear where this was going.
Olaf’s going to dig his snout in between the Dragonite’s cheeks, pressing his tongue against his pucker.
— mine looks as ‘the end result of a frat party’.”
Hearing August talk about his home had Olaf interested to see how the other lived. Aside from living alone, they sounded pretty similar.
Right, who wouldn’t want to go with that option? When two big beefy guys are standing next to each other with their junks hanging out, it’s a shock neither of them were sprung by now.
“Really? Your house sounds waaay worse than mine! No offense. I’d personally describe the way —
Interesting! That’s not what August’s first guess would’ve been, but the more ya know, right?
And as interesting as that was, he was there for the second option; to be a horny, gross pervert.
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— “That’s what happens when you’re basically confined to your house. Haha! Trust me, it’s usually not this clean.”
Was… Was that really something he should be exposing to his neighbor? Sure, he’s heard stories, but he still doesn’t know the guy personally.
There isn’t too much science behind what happens. Heat stroke effects him like just about everyone else. It just happens sooner than it does for non ice types.
August is welcome to be curious though. Or a gross, horny pervert. Olaf certainly is.
August was going to press further, because he was genuinely interested! What would happen? Would Olaf get sick if it got too hot for him? Would he melt?
Look. August’s a gross, horny pervert.. but he’s also interested in things too!
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