[Dashte]
Caught off guard, Dash's eyes shot open as he was taken aback. All traces of doubt leaving his mind, thinking of nothing other than relishing in the moment of passion they were sharing.
The writhing horse lurched forward, pressing both his and the coyote's warm lips closer together. Prowl's hot damp breath grazing past his cheek as he felt the soft bristles of his chin. Dash gradually moved his arm past the coyote's broad shoulder, while cradling the opposite side of his back with the other, pulling the irresistible canine close against him. Their lower chiseled abs touching as their waists met, obscene bulges grinding against one another.
Dash's hands slowly traveled down, taking in the rock hard contours of Prowl's masculine back, all the way down to his fluffy hips, straddling them towards his. Hot blood coursing through his immense cock, throbbing heftily between them, begging for attention. The heat radiating off of their groins was becoming unbearable as the horse's flare was once again victorious over the tight briefs that were no match for containing the massive slab of flesh that was rubbing gently against the base of his friends solid pecs. His hands then wandered around to the coyote's tight pert ass, giving them a firm yet playful squeeze.
Brimming with a new found confidence, Dash pushed his soft slopping tongue against Prowl's, both sliding and slathering along the other, fighting for dominance. Soft subtle moans escaping from deep within the horse; his sex drive veering out of control.
Though hesitating reluctantly at first, he broke off, a thread of saliva tying the two together as it too slowly severed, settling back upon their lips. Ending the seemingly endless sensual kiss that could match the pleasures of heaven itself. " Sorry for what, now?" he said playfully in a slow and seductive tone, a sly smirk spreading across the horse's muzzle. His hand resting in front of his friend's generous bulge, fondling away teasingly.