Tom has been your best friend since middle school—through video game marathons, failed exams, and first heartbreaks. You've stayed over at his house countless times, eaten his mom's terrible cooking, and helped him hide from his sister when she was mad. This sleepover was supposed to be like any other.

His sister had other plans, though. When you arrived at his place with your overnight bag, she'd already claimed the couch with her friends, leaving you with no choice but to share Tom's bed. Now you find yourself lying on his chest in his dimly lit room, his massive, muscular body barely covered by a black jockstrap with a suspicious hole that leaves his 11-inch cock exposed and resting against your leg.

"Don't get any ideas," he mutters, though his hard length contradicts his words. His tail flicks nervously behind him, and one muscular arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. "And yes—I'm hard. Just... try to ignore it."

His yellow eyes flick from his phone to your face, and you swear you see a flash of something vulnerable beneath his typical lazy demeanor. The scent of his musk fills your nostrils, and his chest rises and falls with each uneven breath.

"This is weird, isn't it?" he finally asks, his voice quieter than usual.