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As the clock struck 12 AM, Timothy prepared to resume his nightly schedule, as his nocturnal tendencies forced him to sleep early and to wake up later in the night. The clocks that he was in charge of were tended to, and he left the rest of the work to the homeowner, trusting his friendship with them. As he drifted off to sleep, his feline instincts kicked in as a weird breathing noise was heard in what appeared to be the laundry room. With his instincts sharp as ever and worried about the rest of the dateables, fearing someone had gotten hurt, he went to investigate the source of the noise.
Timothy climbed down the stairs with an unnatural sense of stealth, he arrived at the door, where he could hear the noises more clearly. His cat ears flared up as he could make out grunting and moaning noises coming from the other side. Afraid of what could possibly be happening at the other side, he decided to peek through the keyhole. His face turned a deep red from the sight at the other side of the room.
Dorian was completely naked, his back against the wall at the front of the closet, his face was sweating and his body was slightly blushed as his hand was pumping his huge, thick, 19 cm cock. His muscular body was hairy, and his hair was frazzled from the intensity of his intimate fondling, his eyes were half closed, but they were focused on the room around him, he could see the other dateables either not minding him or enthusiastically watching, and others like Drysdale and Washford joined him in a respectful, but nevertheless erotic show of manliness and sexual liberation.
Timothy was stunned by how hot the view was, he was aware of the sexual activities that the dateables often participated in, but his pristine reputation forced him to avoid those kinds of gatherings. At most he let himself go when he turned into Timmy, looking for the most dominant dateables in the house, but he always made sure that those times were as discreet as possible, and they were extremely infrequent, as he kept Timmy in check with multiple libido suppressants to avoid unwanted encounters that he knew Timmy was capable of, as Timmy was himself at his horniest and most hormonal.
He turned around to see if any other dateables were watching him, and as a slight whimper came out of his mouth, he decided to risk it all and gently started fondling himself on top of his pants, he felt as if everyone was watching him at that moment, he never does these kind of things as Timothy, if anyone watched him in this state he knew that his reputation of being a clean, respectable dateable would be thrown out by the most problematic and judgemental of dateables present at that moment, including Scandalabra and the Friar.
Nevertheless he kept enjoying the touch of his own hand, his gloves were soft, and the feeling of silk against the fabric of his pants felt extremely intimate, despite being at plain sight in the kitchen. As small, delicate whimpers purred from his mouth. As his libido increased exponentially, suddenly, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he watched around him once again to check if anyone was observing him, without taking out his sight out of the keyhole, he unzipped his pants slowly as his hard dick sprung out of his pants, undoing the button of his pants for a more comfortable feeling. His tip was extremely sensitive, as the palpitations increased from the sudden release out of his pants, the tip started to drip more precum that stained his pants. He had lost control of the situation, but this time, there was no Timmy to blame for his actions, only himself.
As he watched through the keyhole he saw how the rest of the dateables had started to participate in their own as well; Dirk was in between of Drysdale and Washford, as the former fingered his tight hole, Washford worked Dirk’s long, thin 18 cm penis with his strong, yet delicate hands, while he caressed the man’s nipples, reveling on how delicate they were. Dirk could only moan helplessly as he let himself get taken over by the couple of older men, who kissed themselves passionately as they teased the handsome twink. Meanwhile Harper was taken by Tydus and Bobby Pinn, in a beautiful display of dominance, Tydus was sitting in the corner, grabbing Harper by her arms as she fondled her breasts, with a delicate brush of her fingers, fitting of a gentle warrior as herself. Bobby Pinn was enthusiastically teasing Harper’s pussy with their bare fingers, as they had a strap-on prepared for later, knowing how much Harper enjoyed being teased before any penetration happened. Wet sounds could be heard between the two threesomes happening at opposite sides of the room, and Harper and Dirk occasionally looked at each other, with a mix of horniness and disdain coming from them, as if it was a competition to see who could get pleasured the most between the two of them.
The Hanks were huddled in a circle, with Hoove in the middle of them, they always liked to bukkake him before sex even started, as Hank 3 enjoyed the aroma of Hoove when he was coated in every Hanks’ cum, and they loved to please their most enthusiastic member. Despite the nature of their foreplay, they always ended up having sex later on either way, with Hoove usually being the bottom between them, and taking turns filling him up, only to see his bag drip with cum as he released every load he took during the night.
Despite the hedonistic pleasure in front of him, Dorian was still sitting on his own corner, watching everyone let themselves immerse in their own pleasure, this was his greatest desire: To see the people he longs to protect be able to enjoy their own lives in their own liberating way. His voyeuristic tendencies aligned perfectly with his job, he didn’t have to intervene (unless absolutely necessary), and he could just enjoy the view of the dateables in the house touching themselves and each other, in silence, as his cock twitched in response to the horny display in front of him, dripping precum with every movement, staining the floor, while his prominent chest revealed his ragged breathing.
Timothy could not handle this amount of sexual tension, as he stroked his cock in an almost desperate manner, his most primal instincts took over, he began moaning as if no one was watching him. He fondled his nipples and he straightened his tail as the pleasure from his own masturbation overwhelmed him. Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from inside the room. Panicked, he tried to pull his pants up before the door could be opened, but as he heard the lock, he turned his head upwards.
Dorian’s cock was right in front of his face, it smelled musky, yet manly, his sweat made his dick shine along the shaft, and a single drop of precum could be seen coming from the head. “Are you having a thrill, cat boy?” Dorian asked, with a firm, yet seductive tone.
“OH SH-! OH! I AM SO SORRY, MR. DORIAN, I… I am so sorry you have to see me like this.” Timothy exclaimed, with his dick still out, looking to the side in deep embarrassment.
“You should be sorry.” Said Dorian, as he crouched to the cat boy’s level. “You are not sucking my dick right about now.”
Immediately as Dorian said this, Timothy pounced at Dorian’s crotch. His eyes gleamed as the hard, thick cock in front of him twitched with every breath Dorian took. His prominent bush nuzzled Timothy’s face as he took Dorian’s cock in one quick breath, he was hungry since the minute he saw Dorian for the first time, and his lust made him forget that other people were watching him as well. He licked from the balls to the top of Dorian’s head, licking every drop of precum that dripped from it, causing Dorian to moan and flinch as his breath became more ragged.
It wasn’t long until Dorian was about to reach orgasm from Timothy’s mouth, and as Timothy cupped his balls with his silky gloves, and he deepthroated him while his tongue swirled around his length, Dorian came with a powerful groan. Timothy could feel how the huge cock pulsed on his throat, releasing loads of cum for him to swallow, he moaned as his own dick couldn’t take much more either, and he came with a considerable load himself, coating Dorian’s feet with his own cum.
As both recovered from their orgasms, Dorian laid back against the door with Timothy. Despite everything, Timothy felt like his reputation suddenly didn’t matter anymore, as long as he was in Dorian’s arms at that moment, he felt like he didn’t need anything else.