"Can we really do it here?"

"Who's gonna know, huh? It's just you and me, babe..."

The female feline threw her head back and mewled quietly, exposing her neck as her lover, a muscled, chiselled canine pressed his muzzle down onto her neck. His hands roamed and loosely tugged at the hem of her tank top as they writhed and pressed against one-another in the cramped confines of an airplane bathroom. They stumbled on the spot as the feline worked her hands between them, reaching towards his crotch. She popped the buttons of his jeans out of view and pushed them down, revealing a toned, rounded behind. His hands pulled her tank top up and over her head, his palms darting down shortly thereafter to cup her plump, ample breasts.

In the vent above them, a creature emerged, slender and reptilian-- a snake, no less. It slithered out from where it was hiding, sticking out its forked tongue to smell and taste the air, all whilst the couple beneath it were oblivious to its presence. The snake tapped against the wall and squirmed around, sliding further and further from the vent until it was effectively hanging on by the end of its tail alone. It instinctively reached out towards the feline, who was the closest to the wall, and it settled on her shoulder and wrapped around her neck for balance as it pulled its tail free. The feline shifted, frowning to herself, and reached out to touch whatever was around her neck. Her eyes flew open and she looked down, before letting out a piercing scream.

The next few minutes were a cacophony of stumbling, hissing, screaming and jarred motions as they scrabbled for the door in an attempt to escape, fingers fumbling on the exit. The male tripped over his jeans and fell to the floor as the woman wrenched the snake from her neck, throwing it to the side. From the bowl of the toilet emerged another snake as the first attacked the incapacitated male. A streak of blood splattered the wall and across the feline's face, and she screamed even louder.

Allen suppressed a snort, crossing his legs and putting a fist to his beak. It was just too funny. The jarring camera angles, weird flashing lights and wild, over-acted screaming just made the entire situation corny. The raccoon that sat bundled up beside him, however, quivered and whimpered from the 'horror' that filled the television screen.

"Relax, TJ. You know it's all fake, right?" The gryphon placed a hand atop the raccoon's scruffy head, where his fingers delved deep within the bushy mop of fuzzy hair that sat atop his otherwise furred cranium. TJ looked up at him and grimaced, snuggling up again beside the gryphon's naked side.

"I don't wanna go on an airplane." Was all TJ could say in response, and that admittedly just made the gryphon snort again. He couldn't help it-- TJ was 10 years of age, he should be old enough to not get so spooked by a horror B movie from the 90's.

"Alright, if you're going to get so scared, why don't I put on something else?" The gryphon suggested, but TJ shook his head, curling up tighter.

"Do you think we could...maybe do something else instead?" TJ suggested with a wide grin, sliding one of his hugging hands down the gryphon's naked front, tracing along his brown fur and down towards his crotch. Allen tensed, just a little, as he affirmed his grip around the raccoon's side and openly groping his equally naked hip.

In any other context, this would have been a recipe for disaster-- but Allen and TJ were particularly close, at least in this way. It had all started last year, when TJ's efforts to elicit just about all of Allen's candy supply one chilly Halloween night had taken a turn for the...sexual. The details of why TJ was there that night and why Allen was effectively babysitting him didn't matter all that much: the one thing that Allen learned about TJ that particular evening was that he'd do just about anything for candy. His favourite was New Age Nougat, something that Allen naturally tended to stock, as he enjoyed them too. This particular Halloween was no different than last year, at least on the face of it-- but TJ's parents were none the wiser to their son's antics.

That particular night, TJ's parents had dropped the raccoon off after a little bit of trick-or-treating, so the boy was already going through a sugar rush by the time he'd arrived. His pail, which supposedly was once full of candy, had already been eaten. His parents had lingered for a few minutes to chat to Allen, briefly expressing their apologies at how hyper their son would be that night, and the gryphon had commented on the boy's costume-- a full body suit of sorts, minus the head, that resembled a werewolf. TJ's mom made a quip at the fact her son wanted to run around naked, because 'werewolves never wear any clothes'. It had elicited a chuckle from both of them, but unbeknownst to his mother, TJ would be enjoying the freedom of nudity not too long after she'd left. They wouldn't come to pick him up until the morning.

Shifting in his seat a little, Allen hook a hand underneath TJ's ass and hoisted him up, bringing the boy onto his lap as he used his other hand to lower the volume on the television just a little. They had a certain degree of privacy in Allen's little home-- the gryphon earned a tidy sum as a programming consultant and outright owned his own house, so there were no roommates to sneak up on their lewd endeavours, and no family to speak of that might catch them in the act. He greedily ran his clawed, avian hands up and down TJ's body, pressing his grey-scaled thumbs into the delicate, soft plushness of the raccoon's boyish frame, lacking in muscle definition and still bearing the marks of notorious 'puppy fat'. 

"You're gonna give me some candy after this, right?" TJ pouted, but clearly didn't mind the touch and even arched his back to lean into it. He looked a little peculiar by most raccoon standards: his fur was a strange tinted shade of green-- subtle enough to not be glaring to the eyes, but still unsettling enough for it to be markedly different from a normal raccoon's natural hues. He had strikingly pointy ears despite his species and most of his head was covered in a boyish mop of unkempt hair. His tail was much like his hair-- unruly and wild, with fur sticking out at odd places no matter how Allen attempted to smooth them down. His almost 'messy' appearance made him strangely alluring-- it also made it seem like Allen was having his way with a wild animal sometimes.

"It's a little late...but I think I can spare a chocolate bar or two, just for you." Allen's gaze flicked to the clock on the wall: 10pm. TJ should have technically been in bed by now, but when did a kid ever get to bed on time on Halloween night? TJ was no exception either, though his methods were a little different from other cubs his age. Allen's gaze traced down towards the cub's package and focused his attention on the boy's small, humanoid member, it's foreskin an ample length for a growing boy close to the age of puberty. His hands moved from TJ's hips towards his member and the raccoon quivered gently as the gryphon wrapped his relatively coarse hand around the cock, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged back and watched as the foreskin snagged against the head of the cub's cock for a moment, before peeling back to reveal the flaccid glans.

He wanted him. That's how all this started: were it not for Allen's desire, it would have never escalated to this point, to such casual yet deeply intimate sexual encounters with one-another. It wasn't just on Halloween that they fucked-- Allen had become a family friend who'd babysat TJ on more than one occasion, and every evening ended up the same: sweaty, spent, and littered with candy wrappers. Such was TJ's own desire: he enjoyed sex but only cared about the reward. 

"My turn." TJ blurted out rather suddenly, rolling his hips back until the Gryphon's sheath rubbed between his crack and over his taint, the red tip of his growing cock snagging on the cub's small balls before sliding out from underneath them. Allen groaned under his breath and held TJ firmly by the hips as the boy's greedy hands quickly went to his sheath, giving it a few ample and open gropes, watching as the tapered end of the man's length grew and grew. His hands eventually slid up and stroked that cock in kind and Allen rolled his head back, parting his beak and sighing under his breath. TJ was a little clumsy with his hands, but it was more the situation of whose hands it was that mattered. They were better than his own, anyway.

"Ooooh yeah..." The gryphon murmured, closing his eyes and relishing the delightful feeling of those hands working his cock, stroking from tip to base, until a bulbous knot began to form that swelled and pulsed with each eager and fervent grope. Allen could feel TJ's crotch pressing up against his own and a delicate shiver ran up his spine when he recognised the warmth of a mass pressing against the underside of his cock, slender and short. He peeked open one eye to see TJ staring down Allen's length, fingers and palms rapidly pumping the upper half of his cock as he humped and gyrated his cock, stimulating the lower half by, well, humping his own little cock against it. Allen encouraged his actions with a good, tender squeeze to his hips, sliding them around towards his perky little ass. He gave each cheek a firm grope and spread them apart, fully aware of what lay between them. Just the mere thought had his cock throbbing with delight.

Allen didn't need to tell TJ what to do, but he murmured under his breath all the same, muttering little instructions that didn't even remotely reach the raccoon's ears. It took everything in him not to buck his hips and hump against TJ's attentive hands, and given the way the raccoon laser-focused on his member, it was clear he was getting into 'his zone', where very little could sway him and taking the lead could make him angsty. Allen kept still and watched, eyes lidded over and the effort of those hands very quickly bore fruit. Beads of pre-cum, sticky and viscous, oozed from Allen's tip and were quickly scooped up by TJ's stroking hands, slickening up the top half of the member until the audible sounds of their forbidden entertainment filled the air.

The gryphon hummed low under his breath, deliberately spreading and squeezing those cheeks to make it clear what he wanted. For a while, TJ ignored his silent requests, even though it was something that Allen was fond of doing. Eventually, however, the gryphon's persistent squeezing eventually coaxed TJ into what he wanted. The raccoon shuffled forwards, his shaggy hair falling around his boyish face as he straddled Allen's stomach, cocking his knees up so that he could plant his paws against the plush seats of the couch. There he hovered, in a half-squat, with a hand tucked under his little balls to keep them out of the way. Allen reached down and firmly grasped the twitching length of his needy rod, watching with a parted beak as the cub's body moved lower and lower, until his 10 year old button pressed firmly to that tapering end. TJ was more experienced than he looked and so didn't hesitate to plunge his hips down, swallowing up the head of that cock and a good few inches before he stopped.

"Fuck..." Allen groaned, removing his hands from the raccoon's hands and bringing one to his side, whilst the other reached between TJ's spread-eagled, squatting legs to toy with his now erect little cock, stroking the 3 and a half inches between two fingers. TJ growled under his breath and held firmly to Allen's forearm, balancing himself awkwardly with the other by leaning forwards. He pushed his hips down further and Allen sighed, unable to resist arching his back and pushing his hips up affectionately so that he sunk just that much deeper. He loved the view of TJ's spread ass and the sight of his own cock disappearing within that tight ring and insides-- he could never get enough of it.

TJ pushed down just a little further and sighed with relief as his tight, squeezing ring met with the gryphon's thick knot. He rolled his hips, kneading his ass against that thick base for a moment or two, before he began to rise and fall, bouncing himself atop the man's cock. To him, this was just a means to an end-- a little task to get what he truly wanted. Sure, it felt good when he got into the rhythm, but the reward was his real goal. He could already picture the candy bars that would be rained down upon him once this gryphon was drained and spent. Though, knowing Allen, whose appetite knew no bounds...it could potentially take all night.

Allen huffed under his breath, closing his eyes and focusing entirely on the rhythm of his own jerking hand on that little length as well as the warm, intoxicating feeling of pleasure that swam through his system with each bounce of that boy's ass, each wet slap as his pre-covered ring met with the gryphon's fat, swollen knot. He wanted nothing more than to roll over and tie the boy there and then, but even as he reached with his other hand to touch TJ's hip, the raccoon tightened his grip on the gryphon's other wrist, warning him to keep still. A delicate tingle of arousal and lust flushed through Allen's system at the implication and he grinned, cock twitching powerfully from the cub's domination. Fuck, it was hot. He would never admit it out loud, or to anyone else, but it was damn hot.

TJ was an expert at bottoming out, of that there was no question: with each bounce, he met with that knot with a force unbecoming of a cute 10 year old like himself, eliciting a grunt from his lover, his 'client'. He'd spent enough time with Allen to know that the gryphon liked it rough: they switched roles often, tried all sorts of positions, did all sorts of things-- each little bit of experimentation yielded more candy for TJ, so the raccoon attempted to push as much of the gryphon's buttons as possible: this time was no different. As he plunged himself down, however, he could feel his own pleasure growing-- what boy wouldn't eventually climax from such rigorous stimulation to their prostate? Even TJ couldn't hold back his moans as his bouncing grew more irregular, his legs begging for rest, his cock aching for more. Allen was more than happy to oblige and his fingers sped up, yanking and tugging that little member back and forth, its tip dry as a bone.

"Yeah, that's it..." Allen leant forwards a little, opening his eyes so that he could look down at the raccoon, eyes twinkling with desire. "You going to take this knot this time, for an extra candy bar?"

Just like TJ, Allen also knew how to push the buttons of the other. It was no secret between the two of them what TJ's desire was, even if he was wildly twitching within the Gryphon's half-pinching grip. At the mention of an additional bit of candy, TJ renewed his efforts, slamming his hips down with a greater ferocity and causing Allen to tense and gasp under his breath, his muscles clenching from the sudden surge of pleasure. He couldn't resist moaning as TJ picked up speed, bouncing with more and more ferocity. Allen could feel the familiar clenching inside him that signalled his impending orgasm and he strained, pushing his hips up against that bouncing ass, his fingers still dutifully stroking until even TJ was whimpering with bliss.

"Shit...!" Allen pressed his hand to TJ's hip despite the cub's protests and tugged him down, hissing through his beak as he felt the ring stretch around his swelling, pulsing knot. He tugged harder and the raccoon squirmed, wiggling his ass to and fro in the hopes of easing the knot in without too much difficulty. It took only a few moments of coercion and the loosening of muscles, but after a satisfying jolt and a squelching pop, the knot slipped inside. The sensation of spasming inner walls around his cock and knot quickly sent Allen over the edge and he groaned, spreading his legs wide and pushing upwards with his hips, letting his heavy adult balls churn and tuck against his body. He coated the cub's inner walls with his gooey, plentiful seed, leaving no crevice untouched. His knot kept everything in nice and firmly, and when Allen eventually settled back down and relaxed in the glow of his climax, only then did he realise that the sheer force of his knotting and the grip of his fingers had coaxed a reaction out of TJ too, who barely teetered upright in his grip, cock wildly twitching in Allen's palm, the gryphon's stomach smeared with a few tender droplets of young ecstasy.

"Mmh...quite the effort you've put in there, TJ," Allen smirked, reaching out and pulling TJ to his chest, letting the boy settle on him as his adult cock still pulsed and coated the cub's insides. It would be some time before he could deflate enough to pull out, and TJ looked like he needed the rest, despite being so eager for candy. So, for now, Allen reached over for the remote and turned up the TV, settling back to finish watching the movie.



---------- x x x ----------



It would be no surprise to say the two of them went at it all night, exploring every possible position, satisfying every potential kink. On the floor, up against the wall, using hands or paws or an ass, their wild sex was relentless and interspersed with the occasional period of rest, no longer than 10 or 20 minutes-- during that time, TJ would either cuddle up to Allen's muscular gryphon body or chew down several chocolate bars so that he had the energy and was hyper enough for another couple of rounds. Allen was slowly beginning to lose steam but he had mostly hung on for the cub's sake-- as well as the sex, of course.

It was now 4am. The pair of them should have long since been in bed by now, but instead they were in a period of rest. Allen laid lengthways on the couch, one leg dangling off the side whilst the other was propped up on the arm of the couch, his head lolled to the side as he watched a particularly boring and predictable horror movie. TJ sat nestled between his legs, his muzzle running up and down the gryphon's half-hard, cum-covered length. He lapped and licked, tasting the remnants of a salty load, coating every inch of the cock in his spit over time.

Allen occasionally turned his head to glance at the raccoon, watching the way he smeared his lips all around his cock. The gryphon was still within his refractory period, but he wasn't feeling particularly sensitive and so the delicate tongue that wormed its way around his length felt a little soothing, even if it was riling him up. His cock, barely halfway out of his sheath, was steadily growing under TJ's lustful assault, twitching with every other fervent drag of that tongue. TJ occasionally ducked down to nuzzle and lick at the base of Allen's cock, dampening the fuzzy sheath with moisture, even going so far as to give his hefty balls some attention too.

They'd been a little adventurous with kinks, but it didn't stay strictly within the confines of their bodies. Sitting on the coffee table were two bottles of particularly gooey, drippy liquid-- chocolate syrup and honey. Allen had already poured some onto his cock just moments prior, and TJ had dutifully licked it all off-- anything for the taste of candy and sweets. Leaning forwards, Allen took the bottle again and leisurely applied more of the syrup onto his length, letting it dribble down until it touched and mixed with the cum-covered parts of his member. TJ bowed his head and started from the bottom, trying desperately to scoop what he could and gulp it down before it dripped too far. Unlike honey, the syrup was noticeably quicker to run.

"Mm..." Allen shifted, glancing towards TJ out the corner of his eye. "You're quite good at that, you know? Make sure you lick off all that syrup..."

TJ's gaze met his own and the raccoon smiled through his shaggy hair and unkempt features, raising his mouth up towards the tapering end of the gryphon's cock. He deliberately and slowly licked the tip, scooping away any sauce as he went, before plunging his mouth down and taking the length into him, dragging it along his tongue and towards the back of his throat. He stuck out his tongue and flicked it wildly against the cock to try and lick what places his mouth couldn't reach. Allen sighed and rolled his head back, withdrawing the syrup bottle and reaching out to gently ruffle the boy's hair. He cast his gaze across the living room and briefly grimaced at the sight of several candy wrappers strewn across the floor.

TJ's warm mouth and dutiful suckling made it easy for Allen to get back into it, and not too long after he'd last orgasmed, too. His member swelled and reached full mast particularly quickly and the base of his cock began to swell and inflate again to reveal his knot, veiny and pulsing with need. The gryphon sat up a little and pushed TJ's head down a little further, groaning to himself as his cock plunged deep into the cub's throat. TJ had deep-throated him before, so Allen didn't worry about whether he could take it or not, and even then he didn't keep him there too long, forcing his head down for just a few seconds to allow him access to the rest of the syrup as well as his cock, before loosening his grip and allowing him to pull back. TJ's eyes were a little teary from taking it, but he didn't stop bobbing his head, letting the spit pool and dribble down as much as possible as he worked the base of Allen's cock with his hand, using the other to prop himself up appropriately. The syrup was all but cleaned up, thankfully-- TJ's attentiveness for collecting sweet things knew no bounds.

Allen knew that if he let TJ have his way this time, he'd probably be blown to completion pretty quickly-- TJ was something of a young expert at giving oral and his little roaming tongue and fiercely bobbing head were already sending sparks of pleasure throughout the gryphon's body. Though the aching bones in him told him to lie back down and enjoy it, Allen leant forwards and eased the cub from his cock, tugging him up along his chest and cuddling the raccoon to his larger body. TJ frowned, bewildered, and stared up at Allen's wide, beaky grin.

"My turn." The gryphon abruptly rolled them two of them over, pushing the cub down against the plush cushions of the couch. Allen towered over him, the gryphon's loins tingling with desire at the mere act of dominating the boy. TJ's eyes widened and he put on an act, deliberately looking a little more submissive. He squirmed beneath the man, reaching up to stroke his chest, and Allen shuddered from the touch, licking his beak in a display of sheer arousal. He hungrily looked the boy up and down for a moment before lowering his head, nuzzling and licking along the cub's chest.

He danced his tongue along the boy's sensitive nipples and watched him quiver and beneath his assault, before he travelled lower, kissing along his chest and deftly moving towards the cub's stomach. As he moved, he reached out with a hand towards the coffee table and fumbled before his fingers clasped around the bottle of honey. He brought it forth and popped the cap with his thumb, trailing a length down the boy's body and watching the way it seeped into the cub's fur. He brought his beak up and dragged his large tongue along TJ's stomach, tasting the honey on his tongue. The 10 year old arched his back and stroked the gryphon's gray feathered head, a direct contrast to the rest of his furred body, as Allen continued to slather his tongue, scooping the honey from the boy's lithe frame. There was only so much he could collect, given that it was beginning to stain the boy's fur, but that was fine-- a quick shower would wash away the remnants of their lewd activities before his parents arrived tomorrow.

Allen lowered his head, moving further and further down the boy's body until he reached his crotch. There, he nudged and pressed his beak against the turgid length of the cub's 3-and-a-half-inch member, feeling it twitch weakly against his mouth. He squeezed the bottle of honey and it plentifully oozed the gooey liquid onto the boy's cock, the coolness of the sweet liquid making the cub hiss and briefly tense. With a grin, Allen stuck out his tongue and dexterously scooped the member up, pulling it into his mouth and sweetly suckling the honey from his cock with his heavy, thick tongue. He kept his beak wide open to avoid pricking the member with the pointy end, and compensated for the lack of friction by coiling and covering his tongue around that little cock, doing his best to pump it with his tongue and clean it of the sticky substance. The raccoon instinctively pushed up against his mouth and reached out to hold onto the gryphon's head with his hands, the boy groaning quietly under his breath.

Allen kept at it for some time, smearing and suckling, the noises of his slick tongue filling the air as he pleasured the cub as loosely yet as warmly as possible, whilst the boy squeezed his thighs either side of the man's head and trembled, overstimulated by the gryphon's tongue. Allen could feel that cock wildly twitching with each lick and slather, so he knew he was probably doing a good job. He wondered if he should apply more of the honey to make it more interesting but decided against it-- though it would have been entertaining, the aching in his bones reminded him that he didn't have all night.

He kept at it for quite some time, but this wasn't his end goal-- he just wanted to tease TJ a little. After a while, he withdrew his mouth and lowered his beak down, moving next to the cub's taint, where he felt it tense and clench against his tongue, before his mouth moved even lower. He pulled the boy's legs up high, keeping them nice and spread as his beak delved in between those cheeks. The second his tongue touched with that cute button, he tasted the salt of his own load from some encounters prior-- nearly all of their lewd endeavours that night had ended in TJ being filled. Closing his eyes, Allen pushed his tongue deeper and pushed it as far inside as he could, the cub's loosened ring making it easy for him to delve deep and rim the boy.

TJ squirmed, his approval making itself known in a series of gasps and groans of relief. He attempted to squirm his legs, to shift and move, but the most he could do was arch his back some more and clench his muscles. Allen could feel his inner walls clamping down around his tongue and he pressed as deeply as he could, clicking his tongue and exploring every which angle possible; he could only get in so far thanks to his beak. He eventually pulled back, briefly admiring the sight of the cub's winking, periodically clenching asshole before he raised himself up, pressing a knee into the couch seat and settling himself between TJ's spread legs.

"You ready for this? For...well, probably the tenth time tonight." Holding one of the raccoon's ankles with a hand, Allen gripped the base of his gryphon cock and waggled it mere inches above TJ's own. The 10 year old writhed on the couch, his eyes twinkling with the potential for more candy, as well as the hint of desire. He nodded once, consenting, and Allen drew his hips back, angling his member down beneath TJ's balls and between his cheeks. After some adjustment-- and the addition of a cushion tucked under the boy's ass-- the tip slipped inside with ease, the remnants of Allen's countless other loads aiding his entry. He pushed forwards sharply, hilting to his knot in a single thrust like a sword into a sheath. A sigh escaped him and he leant forwards, letting go of TJ's leg now that he was firmly embedded inside. He propped himself up on his hands and towered over the boy's frame, staring him dead in the eyes as he pulled back and began to thrust.

Allen was anything but gentle: he tugged and humped with as much fierceness and ferocity as he could muster, aware that the cub was already loose and lubed up. Even if TJ had been used multiple times that night, it was hard to deny how tight he still felt, despite that. Each thrust elicited a wet slap as a mixture of spit, cum and pre-seed splattered around Allen's knot. The sound was something of a familiar noise to the pair of them now, so neither of them paid it any mind and focused entirely on the sex before them. TJ's lithe and boyish form bounced and jiggled with each rough pound of the adult's hips, his lips parted and his cheeks visibly flushed. Allen stared down at him with a burning intensity, his talons curled tightly against the couch until he'd balled them into fists, every other thrust joined with a brutish grunt.

It was no surprise to either of them that Allen's thrusts were slowly nudging TJ further and further across the couch and, additionally, off of the cushion under his ass. Multiple times Allen had to stop and tug him back so that he could keep going, until he inevitably grew tired of it. When TJ slipped from the cushion again and almost caused Allen to pull out completely, the gryphon groaned in frustration and tucked the boy's ass up, nudging him across the couch and taking the cushion with him. He moved across until TJ's shoulders bumped with the arm of the couch, and settled back into his rapid, thrusting rhythm. Having a 'wall' of sorts to thrust against made it easy for him to keep TJ in place so he didn't have to readjust again.

It was no surprise that he was already getting close. His body ached for rest but he carried himself on the rush of endorphins and serotonin alone, pistoning his hips back and forth until TJ was whimpering and gasping with each powerful thrust. The knot mashed and rammed against the tight hole over and over, threatening to tie and penetrate at any point, if TJ stopped clenching so hard. Allen's moans were growing heavier and heavier over time, his breathing low and laboured, his muscles crying out for mercy.

"Oh fuck-" Allen felt himself tip over the edge far too quickly for him to notice at first, but when he did he pulled back, grasping onto TJ's hips and tugging him against his body as he thrust, trying to force his knot inside. TJ squirmed at first, but Allen could feel him ease up and he sighed as a satisfying squelch marked him tying with the boy once more, the added cum from previous loads making his entry easier than usual that time. His balls tucked up against his taint as his potent seed shot into TJ for what he'd jokingly remarked as the 11th time. He wobbled in his knelt position and quickly moved, scooping the raccoon up and flopped backwards as he went. He didn't want to squash the poor boy, but damn-- he needed rest.

"T...That's enough for tonight, I think." Allen panted, wiping his forehead and laying back, closing his eyes and huffing under his breath as his cock continued to needily spurt and throb inside the boy's ass. TJ sat up a little and wobbled, eyes lidded slightly.

"Mm...I'm full..." TJ mumbled, eyelids drooping. Allen peeked an eye open at him and guessed that TJ was finally going through a sugar crash-- to be expected, considering how long they'd been at it. The raccoon lowered himself down clumsily and laid across the gryphon's body, the honey that stick to his chest clinging between them. Allen gently stroked along the boy's back, sighing through his beak.

"Mmm...I promise I'll get you cleaned up before your mom and dad pick you up tomorrow, TJ. Just sleep for now..." Allen mumbled. At the mention of sleep himself, he closed his eyes and quickly found himself drifting off. The pair of them fell into a deep slumber, regardless of the light above them or the noise of the TV. They'd both had just about enough excitement-- and candy-- for one night.