Slightly over a thousand words of Alzu waking up with a boner and using it as a teaching opportunity for a living suit of armor. No warnings, there’s just a werewolf jerking off for an audience of one. A knot is present but is not put to proper use due to lack of somewhere to put it. 

I don’t know, it’s past midnight and I thought this might be cute. 

“Nnh- hm, eh, Almul. ‘Lo. ‘s up?”

Alzu panted a lazy grin up at the suit of armor sitting on his
legs, head lolling to the side, then blinked and glanced down at his crotch. “Ah.
‘s me. I’m up.” He cackled, tail wagging absently as he got a look at his own
crotch, and glanced up at Almul after a moment. “Eh- oh, right. Ya ain’t got
tha’, wouldn’- yeah, m’kay, y’ wann’ see?”

Almul had already been tugging on Alzu’s waistband with a
clawtip, and they responded to the question by nodding and pulling a bit harder.
Clearly, something was going on, and they wanted to know what. There was, what-
okay, right, people had things in their pants, but- this was something a bit more than usual, wasn’t it?

“Yeah- a’ight. ‘ere- okay. So- I tol’ ya ‘bout masturbatin’,
yeah? M’kay- that iiis-“

Alzu wriggled around until he was comfortable on his back
again, now with Almul sitting between his legs, and worked his shorts down off
of his hips until Almul could see properly. “Yeah. Tha’ is wha’ we call an
erection. Mos’ people jus’ say ‘boner’, though, slang term’n’all. So- ‘ere.
Real careful, ya got sharp bits, bu’ touch.”

Well.

Almul tilted their head to the side, slowly reaching out
with one hand, and pressed the side of their finger against the tip of Alzu’s
shaft- trying to touch without bringing any sharp bits too close. They didn’t
like the texture, though, and withdrew with an unhappy squawk of metal on
metal. Too smooth, no thank you- too much like the sort of skin they didn’t
like.

“Ah, eh- yeah, ‘s all- ain’t got fur there. Sorry. Bu’, tha’
aside- ya wanna demonstration? Yeah?” Alzu rumbled, tail thumping happily, and
slowly wrapped a hand around his cock. He’d explained sex to Almul earlier, as
much as possible without overwhelming them, but- nothing better than a
practical demonstration. “M’kay. So- sometimes this ‘appens. People wi’ bits
jus’ wake up wi’ their bits goin’. Sometimes it’s cos’a sexy dreams, sometimes
cos’a nothin’. Me, t’day, nothin’. Jus’woke up like this. Sit back- ya watch.”

Hey, he didn’t have anything to do right now, he could
indulge. Especially since it would be educational for his very curious friend.

Tail waving softly, Alzu grinned up at Almul, offering a
good look at his body language, then ran a fingertip softly over the six narrow
slits at the very tip of his cock. “Now… these’re only on th’ Lyca. Lookit-
drip slick stuff, see? ‘Cos it ain’t any fun I’ everythin’s dry, y’gotta have slippery,
so. ‘s usually th’ females o’ whatever species tha’ got the slippery, bu’ Lyca,
‘s both. So- rub m’self real soft an’ gentle ‘till th’ drippin’ gets down
further, rub th’ slick ‘round a bit. Then, mmr- then th’ fun happens.”

Alzu stroked lightly at his own length for a minute or two,
enough time to demonstrate that the dripping from the slits increased greatly
as his arousal built, then quickly slid a hand around himself to spread the
lube before squeezing around his shaft.

Intrigued, Almul settled a bit to watch, listening intently
as Alzu’s breathing sped up. It almost sounded like distress, but Alzu had his
tongue lolling and the rest of his face relaxed, so he clearly wasn’t upset or
in pain. Excited, then. Which fit, from what they’d been told about how this
sort of thing worked. But- the fluid was interesting. Not a good texture, but-
good to look at. Shiny. Shame it was more like skin than Almul liked, or they
would have been much more interested in touching.

As Alzu’s breathing sped further, Almul leaned in further to
watch until they were just about looking down at him, watching his hands and
the shiny fluid between his fingers. Interesting sight, very interesting
sounds- quiet moans, whines, noises they’d never heard from Alzu before.

Alzu didn’t bother to take his time once he saw that Almul
was fully intrigued. He rocked his hips nice and slowly, thrust up into his
hand, paused to rub around the tip of his cock now and then, and that was it.
As his arousal built, he added in the occasional squeeze around his knot, tilting
his head to look up at his companion. “Yeah- th’ knot’s made t’ lock in, so-
only does its thing if th’ dick thinks there’s somethin’ ‘round all o’ it tha’s
worth knottin’ in. Gotta –hhah- fool ‘im.”

Hindpaws twitching lightly, Alzu aimed a happy grin up at
his observer, shamelessly showing himself off.

When he came, it was with a soft, panting whine, tail thumping
furiously on the ground, and he tightened one hand firmly around his knot.

He was awake now, and it was a very nice awakening.

Almul chirped quietly in interest and reached, rubbing a fingertip
through the silvery fluid spattered lightly up Alzu’s stomach, then lifted that
hand to taste. Interesting. And- the sounds, also interesting. Really, this
whole thing was very interesting, and they rather wanted to see what happened
when two people got up to this sort
of thing. It wasn’t as if Almul could get involved. Nor did they want to, urgh.  fluids everywhere and fur-less bits, but maybe
they could watch? Did people do that sometimes?

Alzu propped himself up on his elbows for long enough to
lick his own stomach clean, “Yeah- c’mere. Now ‘s f’ warm.” Alzu declared, reaching
up to pull Almul down for snuggles, then grinned and glanced down at himself. “Lookit.
Usually- th’ whole thing goes back all soft, like here, bu’ I got a knot an’
that part stays all hard f’ awhile. Tha’ expands, see? Wants t’ be locked
inside. So- gotta sit f’ a li’l while, be comfy, ‘cos pants ain’t gonna fit
real good yet.”

Okay. Almul allowed themselves to be pulled down to cuddle
alongside Alzu, happy to share the warmth of their life-flame, and slowly
reached to touch again- this time on the knot. Now that they were prepared, it
wasn’t actually as bad as they had thought at first. Strange, slick, but hard
underneath and not quite the texture of skin. Not that they were going to get
grabby, these parts were delicate and Almul was not made for delicate. So they
settled in, flopped on top of Alzu, and relaxed, resigning themselves to a bit
more rest before Alzu wanted to get up and eat something.