Commission for Tuyuq!

He's taken the liberty of writing up a little snippet for this:

"I've got you right where I want you, little coon." The muscular, studly echidna had Sly pressed up tight against his beefy chest, flexing his arms around the smaller mammal.

The thief, for his part, could only moan and let himself go weak in Knuckle's arms as if his body was made of licorice. Even from the start of the heist, he'd felt the influence of the powerful male's pheromones, stalking him from out of sight. Now, trapped in those arms like two pythons at the gym, having his junk groped by a warm, gloved hand, he felt his mind slipping into a haze.

Knuckles undid the tool belt around Sly's waist and cast it aside, grinding against Cooper's ass. Those perfect round cheeks, pert and firm from all that athletic climbing, were just waiting to get a good pounding. The echidna took a hot nip at the corner of Sly's ear, thinking, "The two of us are gonna have a loooooot of fun."

Knuckles © SEGA
Sly © Sucker Punch

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