Horn Balm and Gentle Touches | Self-Love

“Thank you for coming to Milkmen’s tonight! Please be careful going home after a good time! Good night!” Toro said over his mic, watching everyone leave his club, some with more Moos than they came in with. Some of the staff had already got the back and private rooms, wiping down tables and bars, the stage poles included as some were checking for an extra Moonie that might have slipped in between shows without a fight breaking out between everyone. Checking the Moonie in register, taking stock of the alcohol after his bartender left, and assessing the cleanliness of his club, he was satisfied as let out a groan and let the smile fall from his face.

He was tired after entertaining all night and his muscles ached from the constant pole dancing. Rotating his shoulder, he winced from where he had grabbed it wrong, but he managed to save his landing, making it look intentional earlier. His hooves echoed loudly as he locked up the club and left it, heading towards his home to be away from work and put the party persona away to just relax at home in a pair of his dark grey sweatpants and out of the leather outfit we wore.

Walking back home, no one was out during 3 AM in the early morning hours. It was just him as he thought about how he probably needed to retire from dancing and just socialize, have fun that wasn’t physically taxing on him every night… Okay maybe occasionally do it, but he isn’t in his twenties anymore. What he would do is have some little thing rub his shoulders down when he got home and just pamper him for once. The thought of rubbing the skin that met the horns to his head? He shivered in delight for a gentle touch there.

Unlocking his door, he walked in his bachelor pad, sparsely decorated with furnishing since he was over at his club the majority of time. He walked past some photos of other buff Moos that were built similar to him, covered in scars and imposing horns, old colleagues that he no longer has contact with as he walked down the hallway and into his bedroom. Undoing his belt the two pieces of his outfit, he peeled off his top and threw it in the hamper in the bathroom, following the lower half, freeing him as he sighed with relief.

Toro gathered his horn and hoof balm on the bathroom counter, to help prevent any unwanted weaking there. His shower was slowly warming up as he leaned against the counter, exhaustion creeping up on him. Not concerned about putting on any boxers tonight, he grabbed a washcloth as he entered the shower, ready to wash the scent of the club and sweat from his fur. He just washed his sheets yesterday, so getting to enjoy the fresh laundered bed was exciting. Just thinking about it, he decided to forgo the grey sweatpants and enjoy the sheets.

Scrubbing himself and taking his time, he let the water hit his face, enjoying the heat it offered. He hummed happily as he stood for a moment to let the water wash over him, rinsing the suds off his body. His voice echoed in the large shower stall, the deep baritone reverbing back to him. Remembering that silly song from when he was in the nursery. Something along the lines of Don’t Fence Me In from some famous singer. Though a lot of his time in the nursery, it consisted of him locking horns or headbutting in his youth and being put in a time out for being too rowdy at times.

Chuckling, he turned the water off as he reached for his towel. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he made sure his horns were dry as he grabbed his horn balm. Generously applying it to both of them, his fingers caressed the skin where the horn met his head, moaning in delight from the sensation. He never knew if anyone else enjoyed that touch as much as he did… Maybe a little too much as his third horn down south started to stand attention. Toro stopped touching that skin and started to focus on tending his hooves with the balm.

Once the balm dried on both his horns and hooves, he dried the rest of himself with his towel, rubbing his hair vigorously to make sure it was at least damp. Tossing the towel on the hook, he walked into his bedroom to pull the covers back and relax against his pillows, to let his short fur rub against the cotton sheets. Though he could only imagine that some Moos thought he laid on silk sheets every night, nope just good old soft cotton with a high thread count.

However… he couldn’t sleep… shutting his eyes, counting MiniMoos, adjusting the pillows. But his manhood wouldn’t settle down for night. He knew he overdid it in the bathroom and thinking about the little lady in the club that let him tie her a bit caused an involuntary thrust of his hips. He threw his head back into the pillows, his horns catching onto the pillow case of one of them and flinging it across the room. Toro could normally settle it down, but guessed it had been too long and he needed a release of his own after he was teased unintentionally.

Reaching down, he could feel that precum already dripping onto his thighs and letting out a breathy sigh when he touched himself. Slowly stroking himself, his thumb brushing over the head of his shaft occasionally. When he started to buck into his hand, he picked up his tempo as he thrusted into his fist, growling with frustration as his climax was right there. Finally having had enough, he imagined Melitta tied down and exposed just for him, those brown eyes now turning into sinful, bedroom eyes that beckoned him. That did the trick as he swore and came hard, staining the fresh sheets as breathed hard to try and center himself again.

It did the trick, feeling tired, he sighed and pulled his sheets off to put on his back up. Tossing his dirty ones in the washer, he cleaned himself up with a washcloth. Another new set of sheets on his bed and cleaned off, he looked at the clock to see if was 5 AM, yawning, he decided to come in later to Milkmen’s as he yawned and settled on his pillows, being mindful his horns as he sighed into the fresh linen smell and fell asleep.