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Posted on 2022-06-24 03:57:12
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Story by GrumpyGoat: "There you are."

Standing in the doorframe of the backstage entrance, Keith caught Howlett slinking away from the afterparty of their band's latest underground performance. He saw the Lycanroc's ears flatten against his skull, turning just enough to glance over his shoulder at the Toxtricity, looking for all the world like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Keith! I was just, um..."

Wordlessly the poison punk closed the distance between them in a few strides. The murmur of voices and the pulsing beat of electronic music flowed freely through the open doorway, but they were just far enough away from the main stage area for it to be a little quieter and more private. The hallway was stacked with iceboxes loaded with the noxious lizard's latest alcoholic brew. Fermented with the help of his own toxic enzymes, and distributed for free to all attendees of the concert.

"I know. Crowds getting to be too much for you?"

Blushing and avoiding the lizard's gaze, Howlett nodded his great shaggy head. From the way his drumming made the ground shake and the ferocious reputation of Midnight Form Lycanroc, people were quick to assume that the band's drummer was nothing more than a simple goon. Nobody in the audience knew about the quiet boy self-conscious about his body image that he'd been before his stardom, back in the days when his lycanthropic affliction was something hidden. Something he'd been told to hide, and be ashamed of having.

Leaning in, the Toxtricity wrapped his arms around the lupine 'mon's pleasantly plump and cuddly frame, grabbing hold of a love handle with one hand and reaching the other up to Howlett's chest. Slipping a finger through a tear in the clothing and teasing the nipple underneath with a circular rubbing motion with his finger. He saw the Lycanroc's blush deepen, and extended his tongue... the long flexible length dripping with purple toxins. Running along the underside of Howlett's chin, dangerously close to the other male's lips.

"Relax big guy. I'll stay out here a while with your beautiful self... let me take care of everything."

Pressing forward, there was no resistance from Howlett as Keith kissed him. The pink spirals in the Lycanroc's eyes seeming to spin around and glaze over as his body slumped against the wall, muscles immediately relaxing as the poison numbed him. Although his Rock typing helped him avoid being harmed from drinking down Keith's narcotic toxins unfiltered, it didn't stop them from pleasantly melting his mind. Easing him into a nice drunken state of hypnotized bliss as he took a hit from his favourite drug. Gazing into Keith's eyes adoringly, grateful to have his social anxieties and shyness eased by surrendering all control over himself to the band leader.

Pulling back, Keith left the 'mon's mouth stained purple by his fluids. The booze from the bottle the drummer had come backstage to fetch all but forgotten now. Though delicious, it's main appeal was the not-so-secret ingredient... and to the Lycanroc, it tasted so much better straight from the source.

"One more kiss?"

"Rrrrrrr... one more..."

"Attaboy, pup. I'll walk you back to your room after this. You can take a quiet break."

"Yes please... Master..."
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