Yes

Yellow placed his hands against Red's chest again. He could feel the Buck's heart beating softly, and wiggles fingers between the buttons, finally touching his bare fur.

Yellow's breathing became shallower, he pried open Red's shirt, savouring the reveal o his cushiony chest. He wanted to bury his face and that chest, (and other places), but held back. That would come later.

He leaned slowly forward bringing his head lower. His antlers were deliberately close to Red, he wanted to encourage him, to goad him. He could smell his musk, emanating from his crotch. There was a slight bulge indicating some arousal, a very pleasing sight for Yellow to behold. Oh what he wouldn't give for Red to grab his antlers and shove his face into that crotch. But he didn't and he wouldn't. Not yet, at least.

Yellow's hand trembled as he fingered his friend waistband. His mouth felt dry and he licked his lips, trying to wet them. Red chuckled above him, clearly amused what undoubtedly be a look of utter concentration upon his face. He slowly moved the trousers down, taking in inch by glorious inch of Red's boxer clad legs. As his trousers went lower, Yellow followed it to his eyeline until he was doubled over, his ass once again in the air.

He felt Red's fingers play upon his buttocks again, soothing his stinging behind. The sensations those fingers sent down his spine...

He looked upward again. There was only one piece of clothing left on Red to remove. He nuzzled against Red's dick, now only hidden by a single piece of fabric. This penis, a perfect penis, something he had never dared hope he may get his hands on. Yellow could feel it twitch to his touch. He was ready. He peeled away Red's boxers, revealing his member. It was just as he knew it would be. The perfect length, neither too long nor short, its girth too was excellent, with enough depth to give pleasure, but modest enough to be precise. Its head was currently hidden, Red wasn't fully erect yet.

Yellow looked up at his friend. Red was staring back, a bemused look on his face, but said nothing.

"Can I-" Yellow gulped, "Can I touch it?"

Red nodded, "Sure. Not like I could stop you." He winked, "You are exercising privileges after all."

Yellow barely heard him. After the nod he had been entirely focused on the Buck's endowment. His own dick stood at full mast as he clasped a hand around the penis. He hesitated for a moment, the organ held, slightly limp, in his hand, before he gently squeezed it and began rubbing it back and forth. It immediately responded to his feedback, he could feel the blood pulsing through it as it hardened. The smooth skin became ribbed with veins and the tip of Red's cock emerged, engorged and proud from its foreskin.

He heard Red's breathing increase, felt the fully erect member in his hands, smelt the fragrance coming off of him. It was time to take the initiative.