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+ to pry his head away! Almost.

“Now I’m talkin too much- “

Even when he was nervous or unsure he would always sneer, even if it didn’t look as confident.

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January 20, 2026 at 10:59 AM
+ Especially with that sick ass accent you got there. Makes you sound like uuh- like those suave villains you see in those comics kids read. I mean- not talking about the nazis one. You know which ones I mean-“

Says the stammering possum. He tripped over his charm so badly it almost caused Fylk +
January 20, 2026 at 10:56 AM
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“Contraband, huh? This mean you come with cigarettes?”

Fylks snickering quickly turned into a fit of laughter just from hearing his own joke; finding himself just soooo amusing it seems.

“Pffft- ooh man . . . Nah, you’re fine. Anything you say is always gonna sound interesting to me dude. +
January 20, 2026 at 10:54 AM
+ Moving to America I mean. I kinda assumed it had something to do with the war but, I didn’t want to be an asshole and assume something.”

Fylk curiously asked

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January 18, 2026 at 9:43 AM
+ of public transportation. Seems he did not have a good history with that-

Which made Bernard’s ass all the more smoochable! He was even tugging at his waist a little from how much attention he was giving to that behind.

“I’m assuming you have, yeah? Which reminds me, what was it like? +
January 18, 2026 at 9:40 AM
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“Mmmn . . . Dude- I don’t even think I can even leave this ass alone, let alone leave America. Besides, do I look like I can afford to travel places? Shit- I’d be more lucky catching the bus if anything.”

Fylk grumbled from the many memories that came spilling back in once he was reminded +
January 18, 2026 at 9:36 AM
+ while putting his sneer into good use by planting his lips upon every freckle decorating his ass. And you KNOW he had to give the big burn scar one deep satisfying smooch ~💚

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January 15, 2026 at 5:01 PM
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“Nah you have every right to be disappointed. This country is full of bums & bums who hate bums. Rich assholes too but their everywhere unfortunately-“

Fylk grumbles from all the political talk before taking Bernard to his dude with one tug to his hips!

“Why New Zealand anyway?”

Fylk asked +
January 15, 2026 at 4:59 PM
+ growing anticipation.

“You . . . Want me to show you, just HOW kissable it really is?”

Fylk asked before offering Bernard his tail, kinda like how someone would hold out their hand for somebody else.

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January 14, 2026 at 9:08 AM
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Fylk was taken aback just a bit before quickly recovering with another sneer.

“. . . If you were to ask me? It’s just another smoochable freckle attached the finest ass a man could ask for ~ Besides! It reminds me of New Zealand!”

Noticing the display of excitement had his own leg throb with +
January 14, 2026 at 9:06 AM
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“Speaking about burns . . . How’d you get that cool burn scar there? Kinda looks like a country.”

He really wasn’t hiding the fact he had been staring at his ass the whole time, was he now?

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January 13, 2026 at 11:35 PM
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“Eeeh- I’m not too sure on that Berns. But, will see what we can do! You’re the expert after all.”

Cooed the possum while his eyes followed Bernard’s every sway, causing the occasional droplets to fall upon his luscious legs that could easily wrap around Fylks head. Or so he thought, at least. +
January 13, 2026 at 11:34 PM
+ still glued to his ass even as he sits.

“I mean my fur is short as shit but, I wouldn’t mind lookin a little more fashionable, y’know? Keeping up with the kids n all that ‘jazz’?”

Now he was being VERY cheesy.

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January 12, 2026 at 10:55 PM
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“Well let’s just say there’s more than one place for you to set that sweet ass on, thats all I’m saying man~”

Snickered the now smiling possum once he took back his seat upon the bench behind him.

“You still know how to braid?”

Fylk curiously asked while glancing up at Bernard, his hands +
January 12, 2026 at 10:53 PM
+ dont be afraid to take a seat in case you find your legs getting sore on yah ~”

Teases the cheesy possum while giving the back of his ass & waist a few smooches against his now even softer skin! This shampoo worked wonders!

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January 12, 2026 at 10:31 PM
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“Dude, get as emotional as you need to be. Thats what showers are for after all! Just, letting loose! Getting comfortable, even with the sad and the happy stuff. Y’know what I mean?”

Fylk asked while he kept his eyes shut from all the smothering he was doing with his face.

“And uh . . . +
January 12, 2026 at 10:29 PM
+ that ass while his hands tenderly take care of soaping up Bernard’s soft skin.

“Speaking about long stuff, why do you keep your hair long anyways? Wouldn’t it be smarter to keep it cut short?”

The possum curiously asked while getting a face full of ass.

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January 11, 2026 at 4:50 PM
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“I know I would what with a fine ass & a pair of long legs like these ~ Especially when their attached to someone as sweet as yourself no less. Though thats probably me talking outta my own ass.”

Fylk snickers while getting a face full of those goods! Just letting his face & snout drag across +
January 11, 2026 at 4:47 PM
+ very tense back. Like a brick wall that won’t bust down, y’know what I mean?”

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December 26, 2025 at 2:12 AM
+ pushed against his muscle which in return created a painful relief; like weight was being lifted off his back. He wasn’t a professional by any means, especially when compared to Bernard. But those hands were small! And they knew just what to do!

“You’re very soft. Usually dudes have a rough, +
December 26, 2025 at 2:12 AM
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“Would I ever ~?”

Without another question Fylk gets the bottle before squeezing the shampoo into his little hands.

“Might be a little tricky so, stand close to me if you can. Won’t miss a spot on you thats for sure ~💚”

Promised the possum before pushing his hands across his back, his palms +
December 26, 2025 at 2:10 AM
+ a home. Y’know the ones.”

He wasn’t gonna be the one to say it, so he leaves it at that while staring off into the distance . . . Like he could still make out something the possum couldn’t quite see . . .

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December 22, 2025 at 8:21 PM
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“With you? Shit, that’d be a dream come true! Especially the part where I get my own shower! Though you and I would most definitely catch stares, not exactly normal for two dudes to live with each other. Especially in those ‘nice’ neighborhoods you always hear so much about when lookin’ for +
December 22, 2025 at 8:20 PM
* like we were. “

The possum grumbles from thinking about all the times he’s had to scurry on in here, pass all the security and staff just for a wash. Even then you couldn’t quite relax as you never knew when someone might come in and hear the running water . . .

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December 22, 2025 at 6:49 PM