After his experience at the gym, Dylan was feeling more confident with other guys. He eyes Mike, he's a damn good looker, and the stronger man can't believe he's only realising this now. The room is already set up for the aftermath of a day of gaming, and now Dylan wants to help things along. He watches and waits for the right moments, seeing Mike's avatar walk to a new area for his training. A denser part of the woods where he begins to climb up a sturdy tree to reach the trunks. The satyrs cock grinding against the smooth bark as he ascends, and Mike's cock throbbing and bobbing in response to the simulation. The innate lustful nature of his species causing him to work harder in response to pleasure, begging for an even greater feeling as he keeps up the repetitive motion of the climb.
Dylan smirks, speaking to Mike even though he knows there won't be a response.
"Need a training partner, Mike? Well don't worry dude, I'm here."
He joins his friend in the nude. Muscular body being appreciated by only himself for now.
"Damn I've gotten big, hairy too. Bet you think I'm hot, don't you Mike?"
His smirk widens, even if he's only appreciating Mikes own body now, he has noticed his roommate checking him out several times. Dylan getting to his knees in front of his friend. A few inches away from the man and his throbbing dick, chest moving closer as Mike's cock starts to press between Dylans pecs. Mike letting out a bleating cry due to the sudden change in texture.
"Urgh, fuck bro. Did this tree get even harder."
The satyr in game pauses his climb to experimentally rub his cock against the strange surface a few times. Grin starting to form as a single hand unwraps itself from the tree and plants itself on the hard wood. Or rather, on the hard pec of his close friend. Dylan tensing and Mike taking in this new feeling. It's warm, firm, and inviting. Mike's hand wrapped back against the tree, and head now resting on his friend's shoulder.
"Mmm, I gotta come back here sometime. It's nice..."
Dylan stifles a chuckle, enjoying the moment with his roommate, but then deciding to alert him back to action. This is training after all, and he can't get comfortable until it's all over. Dylan moving even further forward, Mike's dick rubbing across his friend's abs as he lets out another bleat. Pre leaking into Dylan's hairs as he continues to climb. Motivated by that feeling of his cock grinding against whatever this tree is, craving more as his pace quickens. Shorter, more rapid steps made as he keeps going up the tree, and keeps moving against his friend. Now bucking his lower half every few seconds, taking quick breaths as the more strenuous activity tires him. A few more hairs lining his body in response to the exercise, cock gaining another inch as he sees the top of the tree trunks and feels the incoming climax. Dylan oblivious to the changes as he watches his friends blushed red expression, and then feels a pool of hot spunk being shot onto his chest. Dripping down his bulky body, the load far larger than he would expect from the smaller man.
"You've earned your break."
Dylan says as he steps back from the scene. Taking one of the nearby towels to clean himself up, then checking the display to see that Mike is resting on his back at the top of the tree. Overwhelmed from the climb, giving himself a few minutes rest before he'll go onto the next activity. Dylan helping him relax even further, placing a broad arm on the smaller man's chest. On his stomach to start, then moving up to his nipple. Giving it a light squeeze as the satyr's cock becomes harder, and his posture even more relaxed.
"Bro... this tree is sick..."
He dimly speaks, Dylan continuing to tease and squeeze his friend while he relaxes in the aftermath. Mike's breaths eventually returning to their normal pace, Dylan smiling at his friend's peaceful expression, then having a confused look as his eyes glance up. There are two bumps slightly jutting out of his roommate's head, hidden by his hair but pushing out enough to just barely be visible. Some part of him likes it, wondering just what it is and what it will end up being, though he isn't too sure what to expect from it. Maybe it's just a bump he had yesterday or something.
Finally satisfied, Dylan takes his pile of clothes and throws them into the wash. Now in the living room naked, he decides to...