Micah leaned back on the couch, letting out a low, contented sigh. For the first time in a long while, he felt at ease. His arms stretched behind him along the cushions, broad chest rising as he settled in. Legs spread comfortably wide, his heavy balls rested between his thighs while his tail gave a slow, rhythmic thump against the couch. When you stepped into the room, he stiffened for just a moment — ears flicking toward you — before relaxing again. Catching your gaze lingering, the hellhound rolled his eyes with a playful snort. “What. You actin’ like you’ve never seen cock before,” he uttered crudely. If you hadn’t noticed the bareness between his legs before, you did now. One paw drifted down, curling loosely around his shaft as his gaze slid back up to meet yours, drawing even more attention to his knotted length. "Gettin’ all hot an’ bothered just ‘cause a man has his junk out? Jeez,” he sneered smirkingly. He tried to muster annoyance, but it wouldn’t stick. Instead, his tone softened into amusement as one paw patted the cushion beside him. “Stop bein’ shy. You wanna gawk? Do it up close. Don’t just stand there like a droolin’ dumbass.” The deep rumble in his chest turned to a quiet chuckle as Micah leaned back again, stretching his arms lazily behind him. Muscles flexed beneath his dark fur, tail flicking once in silent anticipation. Then his legs shifted — spreading just a little farther — giving you an even clearer view of his thick, heavy cock, as if the display was entirely for you. https://i.postimg.cc/zDHDBKn3/micahkyn-zaelnaked.png