Alleyway Kissin'.

The first thing he does is expose his armpit to you. His sleazy grin adding to the picture. It’s sweaty, glistening fur leaving you sporting a tent in your pants. “H-holy fuck.” You squeeze out, almost speechless to the sight.

“Figured it’s only fair you give it a good ol’ kiss, ay?” Snickering, flexing his arm to punctuate his point. “You looked like you wanted to give it some lovin’ the moment ya’ saw it, huh?” He’s.. very persuasive. Though the cause of this being his words, or your massive want to show your face in the construction worker’s armpit, well, It’s a bit unclear to you in your needy state.

“Get to it, humie.”

That’s all your body needs to hear, whimpering and pressing your face into the pit. Your whimpers turning into moans as you feel your face enveloped in the warmth and dampness of the bear’s armpit fur. Doing nothing but taking in the feel of the pit for a few seconds, the feeling comforting, almost euphoric for a pit slut like you. Not daring to take a breath, in fear of overstimulating yourself with too much positive sensations.

“Damn, boy. Didn’ know you’d be this into it!” Patting the back of your head with his other hand, almost paternally. “A human, and a pit slut? What, did I wish on a shooting star when I was drunk or somethin’?”

You only answer with another moan, finally running out of breath and taking a hearty huff of the musky, sweaty pit you find your face buried in. Shit, you think you shot pre just at the stink. It’s a mix between heady sweat and earthy undertones. It’s addictive to say the least, and you find your digging your nose in deeper, to take in more pure wiffs of the musk. Your own arms coming around his more muscular one to take grip and push it further into your own face. Fuck, there’s nothing like it, you think. It’s an almost religious experience to do something so freeing, it’s hard to wrap yourself around the concept of huffing a hunky bear man’s pits, in some dingy alleyway. A concept you’d find foreign just a day ago brought to life to be orgasm fuel.

You pull yourself out of his pit, just enough to reinforce your attraction. “F-fuck, you’re so hot..” You say, tone needy and almost whining. Your eyes wordlessly begging that this rendezvous continues past just an alleyway armpit kiss.

“I feel like the luckiest bear in the world hearest you say that, with your face drenched in my armpit sweat.” He confesses, looking down at you with a leery, lusty, though admittedly appreciatively genuine happy smile. He stops for a second, thinking, or maybe working up the courage to ask something.

“How ‘bout we take this a little further than pit huffin’, ‘ay kid?” He finally asks you, making eye contact. His smirk is oddly endearing to you. It’s clear he’s interested in taking this further with you, and might be willing to have more than a one night stand.

What do you say?