Finn had barely just started his breakfast when the doorbell rang.

It was a cosy Saturday, specifically the late morning. Finn had spent Friday night knee-deep in video games until the late hours, so it was no surprise that he was up later in the day and was only just enjoying a bowl of cereal just shy of noon. His doorbell ringing incessantly at such an hour on a weekend was too a common occurrence-- in fact, Finn already knew who was at the door before he answered it. Clad in a loose pair of boxer shorts that covered the necessities and a long-sleeve shirt, the half-avian, half-canine hauled himself to his feet and strode to the hallway, where he twisted the key in its lock and tugged open the door.

Standing before him, already fully dressed and ready for a day of fun was Charlie, an 8 year old Dalmatian and Finn's next-door neighbour. The hybrid ran his eyes up and down the 8 year old's considerably shorter body, silently marvelling at just how small the boy was compared to him-- 1 foot and a half at least, give or take a few inches. Unlike Finn, Charlie was dressed for colder weather, clad in a long pair of leggings and a tight sweater and coat combo that made him look thicker than he actually was-- all that Finn could actually see of him that wasn't clothes was his floppy two-tone spotted ears and his adorable face, one eye framed by an iconic black spot.

"A little early, don't you think?" Finn drawled, briefly shivering from the winter chill that came in from outside. Charlie scooted a little on the spot, almost shyly, and Finn spotted the boy's tail wagging behind him. With a sigh, Finn stepped to the side and gestured with his clawed, avian-scaled hand. The Dalmatian raised his head and grinned, before bounding inside.

To say that their weekends were something of a ritual would be incorrect-- in fact, most days were like this, especially when Charlie didn't have school. Finn was single, lived alone in a pretty spacious, upper-middle class house, and Charlie was a cub whose parents worked often and for long hours. It was no surprise to anyone that Finn inevitably built a rapport with Charlie's parents and inevitably became a source of both free babysitting and entertainment for an 8 year old with too much time on his hands. It helped that Finn had just the means to give him something to do, along with a fairly hands-off job.

"Let me guess," Finn began as Charlie stripped himself of his outdoor winter clothing, which he'd only worn for barely a minute or so in the time it took to walk from one house to the other. "Your mom and dad are busy and you want to play some video games?"

"Um..." Charlie began, attempting to be sweet and innocent-- though Finn knew better. "I wanna continue that game I was playing yesterday..."

"...Alright. Let me get my cereal, at least." With a gesture, Finn adjourned from the hallway back into his medium-sized kitchen, where he scooped up his bowl and took a quick spoonful of the cookie-shaped cereal, before returning back to the hallway. By that time, Charlie had already tugged off his coat and scarf, revealing the simple green and yellow T-Shirt he'd been wearing beneath. He held out his coat for Finn to take, his shorter body too tiny to reach the hook on the wall where the hybrid hung his own jacket. Finn obliged and then turned, striding down the hall in his sleeping clothes and lingering by a door in the hall, decorated with a handful of stickers that Charlie had placed himself-- well, some of them at least.

"Let's go." Finn pulled the door open and revealed an ominous staircase leading down into a room below. Some might have been scared, but Charlie was excited, if only for one reason: video games. All it took was a flick of a switch along the inside wall to illuminate the staircase and reveal the wallpapers walls of the cellar below. Finn descended, with puppy in tow.

This was Finn's pride and joy of his house: his 'man-cave', though he liked to refer to it his was 'recreational lounge'. It had everything he wanted to entertain himself and more: a mounted TV on the wall, large in size, hooked up to various neatly shelved consoles beneath which sat atop units of various games, alphabetised and categorised by their native console. Opposite it sat arguably the most expensive thing in the room: a plush recliner built for maximum comfort, facing that TV. It was probably the most precious thing Finn owned-- nothing could compare to the comfort he felt when sitting on it.  A number of bookcases sat to the left and right littered with DVDs, ornaments, and collectables from various video games, and directly opposite the stairs sat an office chair and a lavish desk, kitted out with monitor and desktop computer, with all the relevant gaming accessories.

Charlie made a beeline for the armchair, fully intending to get himself cosy and let Finn do all the work-- which was fine, Finn was used to it. After all, he didn't really want the 8 year old fiddling with the consoles and TV himself, for fear of him breaking them. It wasn't that he didn't trust Charlie, but...kids were clumsy. Setting the bowl down on the edge of his desk, Finn reached for the remote on one of the nearby shelves and turned the TV on, before popping a finger on the power button of Charlie's favourite console.

"Same as last time, huh?" Finn mused, thumbing through the games on the shelf beneath and sliding out the box for 'Mastiff Effect', a sci-fi RPG that Finn could never get into, but Charlie seemed to love. He swapped the discs over and slotted the boxes back in their respective places, before handing the controller over and returning to his cereal. Since he'd never really touched it himself, he was happy to let Charlie use his profile-- not like it mattered much anyway.

Finn watched for a while, if only because he wanted to eat. His weekends were pretty vacant too, so the fact that their time together lined up was nothing short of a happy coincidence. Finn liked the company, and Charlie liked playing video games-- both things went hand-in-hand and turned into a win-win situation for the pair of them. As Finn lingered and chewed, he occasionally checked his phone and messaged a couple of people, keeping track of his online friends. Once he was done with his breakfast however, he placed his phone to the side and stepped closer to his favoured armchair.

"H-Hey!" Charlie complained briefly, his focus thrown off as Finn scooped him up by the armpits and lifted him with ease. He held the boy at arm's length for as little time as possible-- enough for him to squeeze behind him and settle down into the seat, placing the 8 year old atop his lap. Charlie visibly pouted, though Finn couldn't see, and shuffled to try and get comfortable. The adult hybrid nonchalantly hooked his arms around the boy's waist and loosely held him, smirking to himself as Charlie attempted to stay rigidly upright. After a few minutes, however, Charlie grew tired and eventually laid back, pressing the warmth of his body against Finn's chest.

This, too, was something that had become common between them, but it extended far beyond the boy sitting on his lap. Even as Charlie was slowly easing himself back into the game he had played the night before, Finn's hands began to roam. He unlinked his arms and touched along Charlie's young stomach, fingers grazing against the fabric of his T-Shirt and feeling out the slight ounce of 'puppy fat' that left Charlie with little muscle definition on his torso. They travelled down, but not too far, fingers slipping beneath the 8 year old's shirt and meeting with his fluffy fur.

Charlie didn't move, but his cheeks flushed. He was no stranger to Finn's touch, though he could never understand it. Finn was always careful with where his hands went, never going beyond anything other than a cursory exploration that, occasionally, reached below the waist-- but Charlie's chest and stomach was the metaphorical 'hot zone', the place that Finn's hands frequented. Even then, the hybrid's fingers were already reaching up to trace over Charlie's nipples as the Dalmatian felt the adult's muzzle graze across the top of his head, brushing with the tuft of fluff atop his head that acted as hair.

Charlie did his best to focus on his game-- most of the time he managed just fine, even with Finn's roaming hands. This, however, was one of those rare times in which it was hard to concentrate. It wasn't because those hands were touching all the right places (though it would be incorrect to say it didn't feel good) but it was the vivid twitching, the obvious pulsing beneath Charlie's ass that originated from Finn's loose shorts. Finn was more than aware of how aching hard he'd already got, though he made no comment about it-- he was sure Charlie knew, and he didn't want to draw too much attention to it. 

Finn quietly sighed, sliding his hands down and settling them happily against Charlie's stomach, stopping his roaming for now. Charlie loosened his tense muscles and felt a little more at ease, thumbs flicking at the joysticks on the controller in his hands, that felt all too big for his little digits. He never understood what that pulsing was, nor why Finn liked to stroke and touch him so-- sometimes, the hybrid's hands would delve to his crotch as well and toy with what lay between his legs, too. Whenever the Dalmatian asked what he was doing, Finn would just make excuses about it: whether it was because it felt good, or because he was being nice, Charlie never had a reason not to trust him...and what he was doing didn't really hurt or make him uncomfortable.

Eventually, Finn's hands moved lower. Charlie was wearing simple, thermal elastic pants, which made it easy and simple for Finn to slip a couple of fingers in between the waistband of the cub's pants and underwear, where he sunk his hand further down and pressed the heat of his palm against Charlie's crotch. The Dalmatian boy quivered and glanced down from the TV screen to look at Finn's hand, the grey scaled limb sinking deep into his pants. Finn's fingers curled around Charlie's package and he groaned at the feel of it, the light weight of the cub's cock and balls. He rolled it around in his digits, fully exploring and feeling the entirety of the boy's most intimate area as Charlie subtly and slightly shifted, huffing harshly through his nose. This was the part that felt especially good for him.

"M-Mr. Ayers," Charlie tended to become overly formal when he was embarrassed. "I'm trying to play the game..."

"Mm. Sorry," Finn mumbled against his floppy ear, resisting the urge to playfully bite it. "Do you want me to stop?"

Charlie didn't say anything, which Finn could either that as a yes or a no. As the adult affirmed his grip, Charlie squirmed some more, his little cock twitching within the confines of his underwear, right up against the hybrid's palm. Finn lowered his head, grazing his muzzle against Charlie's black ear and down to his cheek. It was taking everything in him not to go wild with the boy-- he had restrained himself for so long, but Charlie was comfortable with even touches like this...so fuck it. Why not take the plunge?

Finn reached out with his other hand, grasping the controller in Charlie's grip and pulling it away from him, draping his arm across the side of the armchair and dropping the controller to the floor with a dull thud. He withdrew his hand from the boy's pants and shifted, lifting the cub up once more and twisting him 180 degrees. Charlie didn't resist him, and even looked bashful as Finn settled the pup down one his lap once more, this time facing him. The hybrid's hands instinctively slipped down and firmly groped the Dalmatian's ass before he slid them back up, settling one on his hip as the other dragged up towards Charlie's chin. He cupped the puppy's muzzle, angling his head up to face him. Charlie's eyes widened, his expression flustered, as Finn lowered his head and closed the distance between them with a piercing kiss.

Charlie kept his eyes wide open, greeted by something he'd never experienced before. His lips were coaxed to part and he felt something wet and warm against his tongue: Finn's own. It plunged deep into his mouth as the adult deepened the kiss, angling his head so that their muzzles could better lock together. A muffled whimper came from the 8 year old's mouth as he arched his back, simultaneously leaning away from and towards Finn at the same time, the hand on his chin sliding down and cupping around his back. The hum of a moan and a fervent twitching beneath the cub's clothed ass accompanied the boy's whimper.

Finn couldn't resist any longer. He shifted his hand from the cub's hip and down towards his ass, worming his hand between them and loosening the button on his boxer shorts. He stuffed his hand inside and shuffled, inevitably tugging his cock free from the housing of his boxers, slipping it through the now open hole in his underwear and exposing it to the air. His 6 and a half inch cock throbbed and pushed firmly up against Charlie's backside, making the Dalmatian acutely aware of the turgid cock, even if he didn't know what it meant. They continued to kiss, Finn sinking deeper and deeper, tasting the entirety of the puppy's mouth-- the more he licked his tongue around and explored Charlie's own, the more the 8 year old shuddered and gripped to him, weak at the knees. Charlie had never been kissed before, especially not like this.

Eventually, Finn parted the kiss, pulling his mouth back and leaving a string of saliva between them. Charlie instinctively reached up with a shaky hand to wipe the spittle from his muzzle as Finn's hands delved down to his hips, coaxing the pup off of his lap and down onto his knees on the floor. There, for the first time, Charlie came face to face with the product of Finn's arousal: A thick, humanoid shaped cock. It was much like his own, yet substantially bigger and considerably more rigid, something he'd only really experienced from his own body on a few occasions, few enough that he could count them on one hand. Finn spread his legs nice and wide so that Charlie could slide in between them, and he reached down to grasp the base of his adult cock, waggling it few inches away from Charlie's muzzle.

"Go on," Finn reached out with his other hand to cup the boy's cheek, encouraging him closer. "Give it a little lick."

Charlie hesitated for a moment, before his trust for his neighbour outweighed his nerves. He brought his head forwards, tentatively sniffing with his nostrils and breathing in the scent of Finn's arousal. He cast Finn one final glance before turning his attention to the member before him, parting his muzzle and pressing the warmth of his small, wet tongue against the underside of the hybrid's cock. The heat was intense, but the idle twitching against his tongue was arguably more interesting. He nuzzled his nose against the length as he dragged his tongue up, hearing Finn groan with delight when Charlie's appendage inevitably met with the tip. The hand cupping his cheek gently stroked along his jawline before tracing up to rub and scratch behind his ears. The positive encouragement, couple with Finn's groans of approval, stirred Charlie into doing more.

Inexperienced as he was, Charlie didn't know where to begin-- Finn wasn't helping him either, merely stroking and caressing the puppy's head and giving him the freedom to explore. Charlie started with the head, pressing his tongue against the tip as Finn tugged his hand down, peeling back the foreskin to expose the head completely. Charlie swirled his tongue around, tasting every available inch, and Finn rolled his head back, sighing and relaxing from the pleasure. Charlie's tongue flicked down towards the edge of the glans, tracing the curve of it with his tongue as he slid his appendage back up, slathering spittle across the tip and around the urethra.

"That's it..." Finn murmured, tugging slightly on Charlie's head, encouraging him to part his muzzle and dip his mouth. Charlie did that just, the cock sliding along his tongue as it slid into his muzzle. He pushed down until the head of the member grazed affectionately against the roof of his mouth and Finn groaned, scratching the cub's ear again to give him some positive reinforcement. Charlie closed his eyes and focused entirely on the sensation in his mouth and the tingling in his loins. His tail wagged fervently, acting as any dog would when they're told, in no uncertain terms, that they're doing good.

Finn was careful not to push down, much as he wanted to, but he also didn't pull Charlie back either, keeping him firmly there around his cock, relishing the feeling of the pup's tongue worming around his cock, teeth every so slightly touching his flesh. It would be too cringy say that Charlie was a natural, but for his first time he was doing better than average, at the very least. Yet even as he suckled and slurped, his hands stayed rigidly on his knees as he sat, curled into fists in an attempt to steady his nerves.

"Good boy." Finn muttered, barely above a whisper, as a rush of desire and adrenaline surged through him. He wanted more, but he didn't quite know the limits of the cub beneath him. This was good enough on his own, but a thousand different ideas rushed through his mind, ways that both of them could enjoy this. As he thought of him, his cock pulsed and throbbed, though Charlie's little licks didn't speed up nor slow down, unawares that the vivid twitching meant enjoyment. A fierce stiffening formed in the depths of Finn's loins and he shifted, gently sliding his hand down to Charlie's chin and easing him back. He knew full well what that tension meant: as much as he wanted to already blow his load, that he'd been saving for weeks, there was more he wanted to do. He couldn't let Charlie's first time be so one-sided.

He eased Charlie up, turning them around and letting the Dalmatian sit on the armchair, taking the hybrid's seat as Finn slipped down onto his knees in turn. He didn't hesitate to hook his fingers into Charlie's pants and pull them down, tugging them around the pup's boyish rump and down his legs, where Finn pulled them off his feet and tossed them to the side. He slid his hands along the 8 year old's legs and up to his knees, curling around to tuck the crease between his thumb and forefinger into the back of them, spreading Charlie's legs wide. The boy tensed, sucking in a breath as Finn stared intently at the object of his affection: namely, Charlie's crotch, still clothed by his underwear.

A quiet whimper, a mixture of anxiety and excitement crossed Charlie's lips as Finn delved his head and pressed his muzzle to the boy's crotch. There, Finn nuzzled his nose against the boy's package and stuck out his tongue, dragging it along the front of the garments, right where Charlie's cock would be. He dampened the underwear with ease and the heat permeated through onto the boy's small member, sending a tingle up Charlie's spine. A quiet gasp escaped the boy's lips, his body overly sensitive to Finn's acute and intense licking, and Charlie squirmed in an attempt to get comfortable. Finn could already feel it: the weak, yet noticeable pulsing under his tongue that signified the boy's arousal. His body couldn't deny the pleasure, and given the lidded, flushed expression on the boy's face, his mind couldn't either.

The more Finn licked, the better it felt for Charlie, whose little gasps turned into quiet, boyish moans. He felt embarrassed for making the sounds and reached up to cover his mouth, closing his eyes as the pleasure grew more intense. Finn's assaulting tongue draped over his little cock over and over until the stimulation began to cause him to stiffen, pulsing to life under the hybrid's tongue, still confined to his undies. A little nudging from Finn this way and that quickly settled the cock mostly 'upright' across Charlie's stomach, allowing the adult to enjoy all 2 inches of the member beneath him. He could feel it throbbing with every long and sensual lick as Charlie huffed deeply through his clenching hands, stifling muffled moans of delight.

Finn's next intention was to dip his head and travel lower, perhaps taking off Charlie's underwear as he went, but something made him pause. At first, it was Charlie's acute huffs and moans that were turning more and more intense by the second, a sound that sparked something of an eager reaction from Finn as he thought-- and hoped-- that the boy might already be reaching an orgasm of sorts. Yet, what touched his tongue was different: distinctly neither pre-cum, nor seed, yet as warm.

Panic swept through the hybrid as he launched himself up onto his feet, ignoring the fact that his member was exposed as he pulled Charlie up and swept him up into his arms, bridal style. Charlie let out a yelp of surprise, but no amount of protesting from the boy was going to stop Finn bounding up the stairs back into the hallway of his house, where he then bounded up the stairs towards the bathroom, leaving a little dripping trail was he went-- though that trail came from the huffing Dalmatian in his arms, rather than him.

Finn shouldered the bathroom door open and briefly winced as it bounced off of the adjacent tile wall. He set Charlie down on the toilet seat, which was thankfully down, and watched as the 8 year old quivered and groaned, fluids leaking from the legholes of his underwear and readily dripping from the damp front, seeping through the fabric. Charlie's underwear had turned a subtle shade of yellow all down the front, and it wasn't only his undies that were messy: Finn's top was too, as well as his arm. Finn stepped towards the sink and splashed his arm with water and some soap as Charlie settled his breathing, lowering his gaze and looking ashamed of himself.

"S...Sorry..." The Dalmatian mumbled under his breath as Finn patted down his arm with the towel that was hanging up to the side. With a grin, Finn tugged his top over his head and tossed it to the floor, exposing his fairly slim, average frame. His boxer shorts came next, slipping down past his knees and kicked off his feet towards the hallway. He was fully naked now, and evidently had no shame in it-- even his cock had managed to stay half-hard through the ordeal, and Charlie resisted the urge to look at it.

"Don't sweat it," Finn began, crouching down beside the toilet and reaching out to toy with the hem of Charlie's shirt. "But let's get you undressed. Don't wanna mess up the rest of your clothes, do you?"

With a tentative and trusting nod, Charlie raised his arms above his head, allowing Finn to tug the shirt up and over. Much like his own, Finn dropped it to the floor without a second thought, his eyes grazing over the boy's body, admiring his smooth stomach and the lack of spots on his pristine white fur. He reached out his hand and hesitated, before sinking his hand against that soft stomach, sinking his fingers into the fur and pressing firmly against flesh. Charlie closed his eyes and seemed to enjoy the gentle touch, but he immediately tensed as Finn's hand delved further down and tugged at his underwear, pulling it down at the front.

Finn's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of the boy's cock, wet and limp, having lost all rigidity in the panic of his unexpected pissing. The hybrid reached out and pinched the foreskin between to fingers, giving it a couple of gentle tugs as his own member eagerly throbbed between his legs, excited at the thought of more as Charlie let out a delicate, quiet hum from the touch. Finn snuck his fingers along the waistband towards Charlie's hip and he relinquished his grip on the cub's member, grasping the undies near the opposite hip. He pulled, slipping them over the boy's ass and down his legs, lifting Charlie's legs up as he went. The Dalmatian awkwardly gripped the toilet seat as Finn pulled the underwear from his ankles and tossed them on the floor.

Charlie watched with wide eyes as Finn grasped his legs and spread them once more, fully intending to finish what he started. As the hybrid dived his head, the Dalmatian trembled in anticipation for what was to come. Nothing could prepare him for the bare warmth of that tongue against his little cock, a heated pleasure so stimulating that he couldn't help but moan, toes curling with delight. Finn hooked the cock with his tongue, caring little for the taste of Charlie's accident as he scooped the little flaccid cock into his mouth, enveloping it with his tongue and plunging down until his wet nose bumped with the cub's pelvis.

"O-Oh..." Charlie whimpered his approval, rolling his head back and clutching to the toilet seat some more as Finn bobbed and bowed his muzzle, sticking his tongue out from underneath the cub's cock to graze and touch with his balls with each tender lap and lick. Each fervent suckle was accompanied by a soft, boyish moan as Charlie melded into a blissful state of half-humping, half-relaxing. His overly sensitive cock stiffened in a matter of moments, throbbing weakly against Finn's sliding tongue, each dip of the adult's muzzle eliciting an eager twitch.

The boy could offer no words of encouragement, nor could he tell Finn to stop: the sheer pleasure he felt far outweighed the anxiety of what Finn was doing, something that was wholly unknown to him, that he was experiencing for the first time. Even as the hot tension inside of him built up more and more, all he could offer was gentle huffs and instinctive little thrusts. Finn could sense something was coming, and it luckily wasn't yet another accident: Charlie's parted lips, lolled tongue and clutching hands were indication enough of an impending orgasm for the more-than-experienced older man. Encouraged by the thought of it, Finn bobbed faster and faster, until the air became thick with the sound of his wet mouth sliding back and forth.

Charlie's whimpers reached a peak of sorts, and Finn knew what was to come. He pulled back, withdrawing his mouth from the cub's member as he angled his muzzle to the side, wanting to look at the Dalmatian's face as he nuzzled and curled his tongue around the pulsing cock. Charlie's mouth hung open as he panted wildly, drool dripping down his chin. He humped against Finn's tongue, gasping and groaning with desperate need until, all of a sudden, he stopped. A deep and pleasurable sigh escaped him, mixed with a deep exhale from his nose as his body fell limp, his cock periodically twitching and throbbing with a rhythm that Finn could recognise as a climax.

The hybrid milked it for as much as he was able, which inevitably became the point at which Charlie began to grunt and writhe with the oversensitivity of it all. At that moment, Finn pulled back and rose to his feet, letting Charlie come face to face with the product of Finn's actions: his turgid cock, which had been at full mast for quite some time and was already glistening with pre-cum, droplets of the nectar oozing from his tip. Charlie stared tentatively up at Finn for a moment, his ankles still within the hybrid's grip, leaving him lewdly spread-eagled and exposed.

"Where do you want it, little puppy?" Finn teased, shaking his hips left and right and causing his cock to bounce between Charlie's knees. 

"U-Um..." Charlie hesitated, both unsure what he meant and also unsure where it should go. With a smirk, Finn pushed his hips forwards and pressed the Dalmatian's legs up against his body.

"You've already tasted it," He continued. "Do you want to try the next step?"

"What's that?" The 8 year old tilted his head, curious. At his question, Finn dipped his legs down, grazing the underside of his cock against Charlie's now limp package and down his balls, grazing across his taint until the head of his cock wedged up against Charlie's exposed ass. The Dalmatian tensed and his pucker clenched against the pressing head. It felt strangely interesting, but also dangerous. The pup gritted his teeth and sucked in his breath, but he didn't shaking his head or say no. His morbid curiosity outweighed what could happen.

"You like that?" Finn murmured, his voice dipping an octave as he rolled his hips forwards, groaning under his breath when he felt Charlie's sensitive flesh easing open a little as the pre-cum smeared against that virgin button. Charlie whimpered under his breath, met with the mild feeling of intrigue, pleasure and discomfort, all bundled into one confusing cocktail of emotions. Finn leant over, loosening his grip on the cub's ankles and sliding them down to his hips to tuck him up a little more comfortably, allowing the adult a better angle. From there Finn thrust, easing his cock forwards and causing Charlie to clench, suddenly overwhelmed by the intrusion of a member that took his virginity. The pre-cum and slowly drying spittle alone proved to be enough lube, but even so Finn took it slow, leaning forwards and propping himself up with a hand on the cistern.

Finn stared down at the boy's face, watching as it twisted from pleasure to pain, from surprise to discomfort, back and forth as Finn eased his member a little deeper with each passing second, taking the time to tug back here and there to try and help the Dalmatian adjust. He kept one hand firmly to Charlie's hip, the other keeping him more or less upright as he shifted into a more comfortable kneeling position, the toilet seat low down enough to do so. Charlie gasped beneath him, shoulders pressed up against the seat's lid as Finn towered over him, both dangerously and delightfully. He felt strangely snug and cosy with the man above him, yet also uncomfortable and awkward.

Finn knew he'd eventually hit a hard limit, and that came about roughly halfway down his cock, where his gentle easing stopped and he hit a metaphorical wall as Charlie clenched too tight to really push any deeper. It was enough for Finn though, who pulled back slowly, listening as Charlie hissed through his teeth and quivered beneath him like a frail lamb, hands moving from the toilet seat to clasp onto his forearms, holding him tight. The hybrid groaned under his breath and stumbled as he felt Charlie slip on the sleek smoothness of the seat itself, shifting to one side.

With a grunt of frustration, Finn straightened himself up and cupped under Charlie's ass and back, hoisting him towards his chest, cock just barely still inside. He waddled, briefly letting go of the pup's back to grasp the towel from the hanger near the sink, albeit with some difficulty, before he leant forwards and eased Charlie down onto the tiled floor. He stuffed the towel under the boy's rump to give him some leverage and then towered over him, staring down into the Dalmatian's emerald green eyes. The 8 year old briefly winced again as he felt Finn push forwards once more, but this time Charlie's vision was quickly blocked out by the hybrid's lowering head. Finn curled his body inwards and kept a hand clasped to the Dalmatian's hip once more, propping himself up with an elbow as his muzzle sank towards the cub's neck.

Charlie gasped, legs squirming as he lifted them up and hooked them around Finn's back, finding it more comfortable to keep himself spread. His neck tingled from where the warmth of the man's tongue pressed against him, sending shivers down his spine as his fingers curled tightly against the hybrid's arms. Finn gyrated his white-furred body, easing his member back and forth by barely an inch or so, taking all the time in the world and watching carefully for the reaction of the boy beneath him-- listening intently to his groans and gasps, feeling his wincing clenches and gripping hands, his spasming inner walls and taking in the sound of his tender, sweet whimpering-- and moving accordingly. He neither wanted to hurt Charlie, nor go too deep; the sensuality of their sex was more delightful than any hard thrust of rhythmic pounding.

"You're so tight." Finn murmured against Charlie's neck, kissing deeper and with more passion than before as a quiet, approving moan escaped his lips. Charlie arched his back, panting wildly against the hybrid's body, his rolling hips and gentle stroking. The addition of more pre-cum through Finn's arousal quickly made the sounds of their sex a little wetter and more audible, but there was no need to be quiet, for they had only the privacy of themselves. Finn's thrusts became more fervent over time, slowly picking up speed but never going beyond a moderate pace as he trailed his kisses up Charlie's cheek and across to his muzzle. The Dalmatian's already parted lips made it easy for him to seal away the cub's little moans with his own mouth, roping the boy into another series of deep, penetrating kisses.

The combination of their sex, the kissing, and the squeezing fingers of Finn's hand on his hip was proving to be too much for the young Dalmatian to handle, who whimpered against Finn's muzzle, his ass clenching down as tight as he could muster. Finn knew the boy was nowhere near another orgasm, but he imagined that Charlie was having a hard time managing it all. Thankfully, Finn didn't have long left: who could resist a tight ass for so long? Charlie might not have been able to tell, but Finn could certainly feel it: the swelling in his loins, a tension like no-other, combined with the physical exertion of his rhythmic hips and the heightening of his pleasure were clear indications of what was to come.

A grunting huff escaped from his nostrils as he smeared his tongue around Charlie's own, exploring the puppy's mouth as he began to slow his hips, drawing himself out for as long as possible. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of the boy's hip as his other hand curled into a fist, the knot in his pelvis building and building until he could bear it no more. He parted his lips from Charlie's own, studying the cub's half-grimacing, half-lidded expression.

"I'm close," He panted, before realising who he was talking to. "I'm going to give you something very special. Okay?"

Charlie didn't understand, but he nodded. With his consent, Finn pushed forwards, sinking as deep as Charlie's gripping inner walls would allow as he felt it coming. The Dalmatian's periodically squeezing ring was enough to teeter him over the edge, and he pressed his muzzle down against Charlie's neck, moaning against his fur as his climax finally hit him. A moment that he had long awaited finally came to pass, and a tidal wave of sheer bliss washed over him as he emptied himself into the boy's behind. Pump after pump of seed splattered the cub's innards, coating his walls in a thick film of seed that oozed around Finn's cock and out of Charlie's hole, where it dribbled down Finn's balls.

Finn didn't want to linger, much as he wished he could. He knew that it would only made Charlie more uncomfortable if he collapsed upon him and stayed inside, so he tugged back, sliding from the pup's behind and rolling over onto his back beside him, staring him at the unlit ceiling, their only light being through the short, letterbox window on the far end of the room. Charlie lay there, eyes closed, quietly heaving from the physical effort of what they'd just done. Even laying on his back and taking it had proved to be taxing.

Neither of them knew what to say. The nature of their deed had both positive and negative consequences for both of them. Eventually, Finn was the first to break the ice, turning his head to the side to glance at the boy beside him. He cleared his throat and Charlie glanced at him out the corner of his eye.

"I, uh...did it hurt?" He awkwardly asked, and Charlie hummed for a moment, before he shrugged.

"It did, but it doesn't hurt so much now..." He cast his gaze downwards and his cheeks warmed considerably as he remembered what Finn had done with his tongue, in all manner of places.

"Shall we, uh...go back to the game room? I need to clean up your mess and, well...you did come over to play." Finn hoped that plying the boy with the promise of video games and potentially ice cream later might help him to forget about, or at least keep quiet about, what had just happened. Charlie brightened and sat up, grinning from cheek to cheek.

"Yeah!" He beamed. "Can we get McDonalds too?"

"That depends on your parents." Finn pointed out, reaching for the boy's undies. He stared down at their stained front for a moment before hooking them around Charlie's feet and tugging them up, gesturing for him to put them on. Charlie grimaced and stood, shaky on his feet as he yanked the undies up to his crotch, where he shivered from the now cool pee on the front and the warm wetness of seeping cum from the back.

"This feels gross." Charlie complained, squirming on the spot. Finn sighed and heaved himself to his feet, patting the boy on the shoulder.

"Just put up with it for now. I don't want your folks finding out what we did."

"Why?" Charlie frowned, not quite understanding.

"It's...complicated. I'll tell you when you're older. For now, can you trust me when I say to keep it a secret?"

"...Uh-huh." Charlie squinted. Finn knew this wasn't going to be an easy task.

"If you keep it a secret, I'll give you ice cream. Better?" Finn suggested, and Charlie smiled wide at the thought. He nodded fervently as Finn sighed, smearing a hand across his face before picking up Charlie's shirt, leaving his own on the floor.

"Alright, let's go. But no ice cream before lunch, that's the rules."

"Aww, okay..."