Zen's rut (3)

Lithe's feet were still in the air, his nose wrinkled at the sweet lemony scent that invaded his flared nostrils. 

He was so excited that liquid pooled and poured down his thighs.

It had been a long time since Lithe last felt soaked and was leaking between the legs like that. 

"Zen, your smell is so overpowering, it's driving me wild. Is it always this intense when you're in a rut?" 

Zen only murmured something in Lithe's neck as he slowly lowered Lithe's body down on the king size bed.

Staring up at Zen from that lowered and Lithe saw that Zen's cock was erect and it scented heavily with the smell of thick semen. 

The feel of Zen's large hands clinging to his skin felt unbelievably great.

Lithe's body trembled with every rough caress of his calloused fingers that pressed down on his skin. 

Zen's body hovered over his, heat emanating from his genitals, as it jutted forward digging into Lithe's abdomen.