"Can I get 2 vodka Martinis?"

"Aren't you a little too drunk for those?"

"What? I'm not...not drunk."

"...Yes, you are. I'm cutting you off. Go home, boy."

Everyone knew not to fuck with Silas when their supply was cut off; he was a 'no fucks' kind of guy, who didn't tolerate people being rude to him, or making an ass of themselves. For that reason, the feline in front of him, who had so insistently asked for another heavy alcoholic drink, quickly shrank away and murmured his agreement, heading back to his friends. Silas watched quietly as the group-- though it was only really 2 of them-- gathered their coats and quickly left, opening up another tiny table for another set of willing patrons. His eyes grazed over the group of early afternoon drinkers before he turned his attention towards the door, just in time to see a familiar face walking through the door...one much too young to be hanging out in a bar.

Since the day that Silas had met Gavin, the 13-year-old squirrel/fox hybrid boy had consistently been coming back to his bar at least 4 or 5 times a week after school, roughly around 4pm. Silas didn't mind him hanging around and often let him help out behind the bar stocking glasses or getting things from inventory, but he wasn't allowed out where the other patrons were, not when they were drunk. He typically stayed until around 6pm, and then left to go home. Silas might have questioned why he had such a frequent visitor, were it not for the reasons he'd even met him in the first place. It was weird, having a boy burst into his bar on a Saturday right before it was due to open, and stark naked at that. Silas remembered being confused, but mostly concerned; he'd given the boy one of his shirts from the back, one of the spares in case he spilt booze on it, and then had driven him home so he didn't have to suffer the humiliation. Gavin hadn't forgotten that day and just kept coming back.

"Right on cue," Silas grunted, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck, his hand disappearing beneath the medium-length grey and black neck fluff. "Go and get the napkins from the back, kid."

"Yes sir!" Gavin didn't need telling twice, ducking under the flap that normally restricted most individuals from going behind the counter so that he could disappear into the back room, whose entrance was only accessible from behind the canine. Silas watched him go before shaking his head and returning to cleaning the few remaining glasses, but he could already hear that Gavin was done mere moments later-- the napkins weren't hard to find, and he would have been surprised if the teen took much longer.

Gavin wordlessly heaved the box of napkins up onto the counter, gingerly trying to fit it between two bottles that were attached to taps, but it was a struggle. Once he was sure it wasn't going to topple back on him he let go, and Silas watched out the corner of his eye before grunting in approval.

"Thanks," He continued. "I'll get them boxed out in a minute."

"Okay." Gavin awkwardly stood there unsure what to do next, before he ducked in under the ground into his usual cubby spot. Beneath the counter was spacious and usually home to empty boxes that Silas had unpacked, or spare things like napkins, which Gavin had placed on what little room there was on the bar counter. Silas tried to think nothing of it and instead turned away towards his the tiny sink that sat to the right of the shelves of alcohol bottles. He rinsed a glass therein, but twisted his hand the wrong way as the glass reached the running water. It splashed inwards, directly towards him, and let out a cry of frustration as the front of his shirt, and a good chunk of his pants, became wet. His first instinct was to raise a paw and grimace when he felt the moisture seep against the pawpads of his other foot, but he eventually conceded and just accepted his fate, grumbling as he returned the glass to the water.

"Thank god it's still early...this'll dry out by the time I go home." He mumbled to himself as Gavin watched from under the counter, curiously looking him up and down. Silas was someone that most considered to be rather scary when they saw him the first time, mostly frightened by his tall and imposing stature and the scar that cut across his face...what they didn't know was that he was a caring person, and the scar was from an accident when he was fresh out of college, a complete accident. He turned from the sink and approached the bar again, planting himself effectively just in front of Gavin, who curled his chubby body inwards to make room for Silas to stand there, whilst simultaneously getting a good eyeful of the canine's lower half.

Gavin was a teenager. Teenagers, by extension, had hormones...and even Gavin, nerdy as he was, was no stranger to feelings of attraction. He was a little too young to fully decide what his interest was in, whether it be men or women, but what he did know was that Silas made him all tingly, especially when those sombre yellow eyes pierced him with their gaze. When he'd first met the man, he'd been quite sheepish and terrified of him, put off by the scar just as much as anyone else, but he'd warmed up to him alarmingly quickly, and that warmth quickly turned into a heated attraction-- even now, as he sat beneath him, he couldn't help but stare at not only Silas's crotch, but also down towards his paws, captivated by every inch of him. In the end, he couldn't resist reaching out his hand, tentatively trailing his fingers along Silas's jeans, feeling the rough denim. Silas noticed instantly and looked down to see the squirrel staring up at him with those bright green eyes, hidden behind square glasses and just barely obscured by a short mop of brown hair.

"You foolin' around down there again, kid?" Silas grunted, briefly glancing up to see if anyone needed to be served, before shuffling on his feet and leaning his weight to one side. He lifted one of his paws, plantigrade in nature, and made a point to flex his grey-furred toes, showering off the black beans beneath. Gavin's hands immediately went for it and a tingle shot up Silas's leg as he resisted the urge to laugh. The 13-year-old ran his fingers across the smooth pads of the man's beans before trailing them up past his toes towards the main bulk of his paw, where his fingers curled against the main pawpad and his thumbs traced the sides, moving closer to the heel and ankle. Gavin had always been awkwardly explorative, and this wasn't the first time he'd done something Silas perceived as inherently sexual-- he wasn't stupid, and he could tell the teen was interested in him in that way.

"Just...keep it down while I work, 'kay?" Silas murmured loudly enough for the cub to hear, and he could faintly hear Gavin's hums of agreement. After a few moments, Silas pushed his push downwards and quickly met with the boy's crotch, pressing down against the khakis he was wearing until Silas felt the steadily growing teen mass of the cub's cock probing against one of his toes through the fabric. Gavin trembled beneath him, like he typically did, and he felt the teen's hands latch onto his ankle and slide up under his jeans, exploring as the older male curled his toes to press down firmly against the young member, caressing the bulge with his paw.

It was easy to work and balance himself, but the main hurdle for Silas was retraining his own arousal. He didn't get laid often, and in recent weeks his only 'outlet' was Gavin, which was weird enough in itself. Silas had kissed men before, but had never really done anything with them...to be turned on just by arousing the boy and potentially teasing him a little was a weird feeling, but one he'd come to embrace as 'just another kink'. His own cock started to swell within the confines of his jeans and underwear and he did his best to ignore it and someone approached the bar wanting to a drink. A cocktail of sorts was desired, so Silas had to stand back to go and get the bottles from behind him, and as he began making up the drink, he didn't even realise what Gavin was doing below him.

It took only a minute or so, but when Silas was done he handed it over; something called a 'screwball with a twist', which was Silas's take on the iconic whiskey and orange juice beverage that he added a squirt of passion fruit puree to and dabbed the edges of the glass with salt. It was a little lavish, but people seemed to like it. He handed the drink over and make sure to mark it on the person's tab, before he looked back down to the cub, wondering what he was doing under there. His eyes widened when he saw that Gavin had neatly put his clothes to the side and was sitting there naked, without pants, underwear or even shoes. He looked embarrassed to be naked, and Silas did his best to suppress a smirk.

"You must really be interested, huh?" Silas spoke down to him, making sure no one was nearby when he addressed him. "Does being naked turn you on? Is that why you were naked the first time you came in here?"

Gavin declined the answer, but the heat that rose to his face when talking about that time clearly embarrassed him a little. Sensing an opportunity, Silas lifted his foot again and dragged it forward, grazing his claws across Gavin's teen thigh before angling his pads towards his crotch. His toes pressed into the heat of the boy's loins and Gavin shuddered, suppressing a groan as he rolled his hips up against Silas's paw, his humanoid-shaped cock easily snuggling into the tight crevices between Silas's main pawpad and his toepads.

"Keep those hands to yourself, kid." Silas warned, partly because he felt like it'd be a turn-on for the boy to be dominated, and the way he huffed through his nose and shut his eyes seemed to indicate as such. Silas squirmed his toes, going right back to shining one of the glasses with a cloth as his paw worked up and down, his toes pressing as firmly down into Gavin's crotch as he could, so that the cock slipped between two of his four toes and twitched madly from the sensation, before he dragged back up. Gavin resisted the urge to hump up into the man's paw and Silas had to pause briefly to reach down and grasp the aching hard-on in his pants, that swung to the left and carried along the length of his hip. His jeans did their best to hide his erection, but it was a struggle.

It quickly became clear that Gavin was enjoying himself just from the working of Silas's paw alone, for the man was sure he could feel the telltale dribbles of pre-cum on his fur, mostly between his toes. Each tender stroke up and down made Gavin want to hump more, and he inevitably couldn't help himself from starting into a rhythm of little humps, having to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. Silas, meanwhile, worked on glass after glass, occasionally looking down to see how the cub was getting on and briefly delighting in the obvious trail of pre-cum on the top of his foot. He eventually changed tact and pulled his paw back to angle it upwards and press the force and cushioning of his main pawpad against the cub's twitching 5-inch cock, unable to not smile when he heard Gavin's muffled cries of dismay when he merely pressed down upon him.

"Imagine how people would react if I pulled you out from under there, huh? How embarrassing." Silas remarked to himself, but it was more than loud enough for Gavin to hear, and the grunt that followed made Silas chuckle in amusement. He dragged his paw down and felt that stiff dick pulse and throb under his assault, but frankly, Silas was getting impatient; fun as it was to pleasure the boy, he wanted some too...but it was next to impossible when he was working like this. Thankfully, most of the glasses were clean, so he didn't need to move...he wondered if he could scoot forwards and hide himself enough from the patrons of the bar to do something heinous and naughty. It was honestly a temptation that was difficult to ignore.

He pulled his foot back and looked down, seeing how Gavin stared up at him with a lidded gaze, his face flushed and his cheeks hot as he tried desperately to cover up his moans with a hand. He must have been incredibly close to cumming, for he still humped the air a little, desiring some kind of contact, and he whimpered in a way that begged for more. Instead, however, Silas reached down and quickly moved himself up towards the counter so that he could cover himself from those on the other side as best he could. The counter came up to his stomach, so he thankfully didn't need to squat, and as he undid the button of his jeans, he could see that it was going to be impossible for them to notice his indecency if he kept his jeans up. He yanked the zipper down as soon as his jeans parted, and with a quick rummage, stuffed his erect cock through the hole of his boxer shorts, loosely and clumsily popping the button free of those too. His member, a good 9 inches in length, swung free from the confines of his clothes, but the base and balls remained entrapped within his underwear, keeping them snug and discreet.

Silas wasn't about to openly ask the boy to suck it, mostly because he didn't want anyone else to hear. Instead, he grasped close to the base of his dick and wagged the humanoid member back and forth, enticing the boy beneath the counter into getting what he wanted. After a few moments, he felt the chubby boy's muzzle meeting with the tip of his cock, and a tug of Silas's fingers caused the foreskin of his cock to peel back, revealing the already pre-soaked head for the 13-year-old to suck on. The hybrid's muzzle smeared up and down, spreading the adult male's pre-cum around, before he slowly pushed his mouth onto that cock, letting it slide along his tongue. This wasn't the first time Silas had toyed around with Gavin, and it likely wouldn't be the last, but there was no denying how delightful that warmth around his member felt. He suppressed a groan and kept his face straight as the chipmunk/fox hybrid bowed deeper, his muzzle pursing and his teeth getting out of the way as his tongue roamed and explored. All the while, his dick eagerly twitched at close enough to a 45-degree angle, bobbing up and down thanks to the incredible, aching arousal that swarmed through him from just sucking another man's cock alone.

Gavin worked dutifully, but slowly-- part of him just wanted to explore, but the other part wanted to taste that cum already. He ran his mouth down and let the tongue glide along the underside of the cock until the head of it pressed the back of his throat, before he slowly slid back until the frenulum sat just behind his teeth and his tongue rolled around the head, smearing it with his spit. He popped his mouth free and ran it along the side as Silas exhaled harshly through his nose, trying to keep his expression straight as the boy worked his length. His member surged with arousal and desire, stiffening and springing upwards with pleasure as he felt that young mouth and nose run along towards the base of his cock, where the chubby 13-year-old nudged and nuzzled, moaning quietly against his balls and letting the reverberation of his humming arousal spread through them. Gavin was by no means a natural at this, but Silas was certainly enjoying each little reaction and movement, and it was hard to feel like they weren't intentionally planned in some way. He felt the boy run his muzzle back up and another sigh escaped the canine's mouth as he felt that hybrid mouth swallow up the tip of his cock again, sliding back down to take as much as he could.

It was hard for Silas not to rock his hips a little, and he did so gently and slowly, taking care not to make it known what he was doing. He had to serve another customer in front of him, briefly, and thankfully everything he needed to pour out a drink for the person was right in front of him, or at least within arms reach. That allowed him to enjoy the fullness of the cub's mouth around his cock, and when people weren't looking, he made a point to roll his hips and sigh under his breath. Already, pre-cum was starting to ooze from the end of his member, and each little hump forwards pressed the head of his cock to the back of the hybrid boy's throat, oozing that pre-cum down for him to swallow. The slick, quiet sounds of the 13-year-old's mouth moving around his turgid length were thankfully drowned out by the murmur of talking around them, allowing Silas to move a little faster over time, trying to make himself look at presentable as possible.

Silas's pleasure rose quickly, and he knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum. Gavin didn't seem to sense it and continued to move slowly, wanting to explore more than, and Silas wasn't going to stop him, of course. He could feel the fox/chipmunk hybrid getting more brazen with how deep he plunged his muzzle, for Silas was certain he could feel the sensation of that warm, tight throat pressing around the head of his cock. Just that feeling alone was enough to send Silas to the brink, and a shudder rolled through him as he passed the point of no return. It took everything in him to keep his face straight, but he couldn't help but to grit his teeth, trying to stifle his groans of pleasure as he pushed his hips forward under the counter, toes curling against the floor as his pleasure rose. It reached a stiff and aching peak, about to blow, and he had no time to warm the cub of what was coming.

A sharp exhale escaped him, one that was thankfully muted by his own clamped muzzle and the murmur of conversation in the bar. A thick spurt shoots right into Gavin's mouth and the hybrid instantly reacts, pushing forwards for a moment before pulling back and suppressing a cough as another thick spurt of Silas's load splatters across his face and stains his glasses. The boy kept a hand on that twitching length as the man orgasmed, and Silas felt a modicum of frustration at the lack of any stimulation during his nut-- after a moment, however, a sigh of relief overtook him when he felt Gavin's muzzle purse against the head of his dick again, eager to drink and swallow what was left of Silas's load. The remaining few spurts, barely a handful if that, deposit themselves and ooze onto Gavin's tongue, which flicked and gulped with every last drop, his face drizzled with arcs and ropes of seed he didn't quite catch. Silas breathed a sigh, spent but pleased, and he let Gavin nurse his cock a little more as he went back to washing the glass, his adult face flushed from the climax.

"Phew...you like that, kid?" Silas muttered, leaning back to look down in the crack between his stomach and the edge of the counter, staring down at his own twitching, spit-covered cock and Gavin's face beneath it, covered in cum. The hybrid grinned up at him, and Silas took note of the 13-year-old's still erect dick, knowing he likely wanted to cum-- after all, he'd been edged before. It was clear, however, that Gavin couldn't resist touching himself as he sucked Silas's cock, for there was a clear glistening trail of pre-cum on the head of Gavin's teenage dick, that oozed down towards his young balls. Silas deliberately raised a paw, avoiding the splatters of cum on the floor, and nudged the cub's cock with the tops of his toes, watching the way Gavin shuddered, evidently turned on.

Silas felt bad teasing the boy further, though it seemed kind of evident that it was what he liked. Something about the words Silas uttered, the way he deliberately nudged him with his paw alone, focused on his own pleasure...all of that seemed to turn the boy on even more, to the point where Silas wondered if the kid's school bullies were in on it, somehow-- what kind of teenager got so turned on by bullying and happened to have bullies, anyway? He did his best not to think about it, and as his cock began to shrink in the aftermath of his orgasm, he felt Gavin's muzzle nudge against his cock, trying to coax it to get hard again. A smirk crossed the man's lips, and his body reacted noticeably, making his member swell back to half-mast...though it wasn't quite there yet.

"If you're so willing..." He whispered, reaching for his water bottle under the counter, which he regularly sipped from during the night to moisten his throat. "Then I've got something you can drink."

Gavin didn't know what he was referring to initially, but the inference became a little more clear when the man lowered a hand beneath the counter the grasp the base of his fluid-covered cock, waggling it up and down. From that mere movement alone, Gavin put his muzzle to the tip of Silas's cock again, and whilst the man appreciated it, he had a feeling Gavin might dislike what came after. There was a moment of hesitation from the 13-year-old as Silas initially did nothing, before his eyes widened when he tasted and felt the warmth of something against his tongue. He backed up instantly, and Silas grinned to himself, unable to suppress his expression, and a trickle of relatively clear piss streamed from the end of his cock.

It started as a small stream at first, but became more potent and steady over time, inevitably reaching its peak as it sloshed forwards and splattered across Gavin's front. It met with his muzzle first, of course, and droplets shot all over the plate, hitting his glasses, getting into his hair and, most of all, trickling down his chest. There, Silas angled down, not quite able to fully see where he was aiming, but aware enough to know his piss would hit the cub's chest. It trickled down, staining the boy's fur and curling around the chubby roundness of the 13-year-old's body, where it pooled around Gavin's hips and seeped either around the outside of his thighs or inwards, meeting his crotch and taint. Wherever those little rivers of urine ran, they inevitably met in a puddle that slowly grew bigger under Gavin's shuddering, flushed-faced body. Every so often, Silas's cock twitches upwards thanks to the delightful arousal that travels through his body, and each throb of his cock forces the piss out harder, causing it to hit Gavin's chest hard enough for droplets to splatter everywhere. The puddle that forms beneath the boy becomes so voluminous that Silas can feel it seeping onto his paws.

Silas didn't have to say anything to potentially humiliate the 13-year-old-- the pissing alone was more than enough. He could tell how flustered Gavin was from the way he huffed quietly under his breath, the way he squirmed in his seat beneath the counter, sitting dutifully in that puddle. He couldn't take his eyes off Silas's cock, even as the canine shook the last of the pee from the end of his dick, flicking it up and down against the teen's body. He was probably going to regret making a mess later, but he would manage.

"You just sit there for a bit." Silas insisted, keeping his dick, still half-hard, hanging free as people started to approach the counter, wanting drinks or refills or otherwise. When some of them asked for him to turn and look behind the counter, he had to do so carefully, and to be sure he wouldn't be spotted with his cock out, he wrapped an apron around himself in those moments to cover up his dick as he plucked glasses from the shelves behind him. Gavin did a good job of keeping quiet-- he barely uttered more than a whimper, and when he did make noise, it was when there was no one in front; the way the teen was carefully paying attention was appreciated, and each whimper that cub made caused Silas's dick to twitch and rise every so often. Gavin felt encouraged to try and lick, but whenever he wanted to get a taste, Silas put a hand to the boy's forehead and slowly eased him back, causing whines of protest. It was clear what the boy wanted, but Silas was deliberately not giving it to him; to make matters worse for the kid, the adult canine made a point of deliberately coaxing the cub's cock every so often with a paw, enough to keep him hard but not enough to actually get him to cum, forever edging him over the course of roughly an hour.

It must have been torturous for the boy, though Silas didn't care too much about that, mostly because it seemed to turn the boy on so much. Over the hour, the bar had become a little busier, and Silas had to spend more time serving people, but like most of the time in the bar, activity ebbed and flowed, and it eventually became quieter. In the moments of brief reprieve, Silas took a moment to look down at Gavin, who remained pent-up and eager for more, but there was a hint of tiredness in the way his body sagged. He'd been passing the boy water every so often, but maybe he also needed something to eat, or perhaps he just needed to go home...admittedly, however, Silas wasn't even close to done with him, not when his mind had swam with thoughts of that they could do together, thoughts that were enough to make his dick swell every so often, enticing the 13-year-old nerd further.

"Hmm..." Silas muttered, scanning over the crowd before looking over his shoulder, slowly pulling the apron back around himself. The door to the storage in the back was wide open for him, and a tickling sensation of desire crept up within him. He looked down at the back and lowered his hand, taking Gavin's in his own when the boy instinctively reached up. He pulled Gavin out from the counter and quickly turned, blocking him from the view of those at the bar.

"Come on, boy." He ushered him towards the door and quickly scooted the pee-covered cub inside, leaving the puddle on the floor behind the bar's counter as he quickly pushed him past the door and kicked it shut with one of his paws. The loud click of the door closing signalled their privacy, and Silas quickly reached down to pull the apron away from his body, revealing his still half-hard cock. It remained within the confines of his underwear, to a point, but under the 13-year-old's sheepish stare, Silas slowly began to undress.

The room was filled with boxes and crates of alcohol, as well as a metal shelf of various equipment needed for the bar-- just about everything the bar needed to operate was back there, and only he had access to it. Silas tossed his shirt across one of the crates, as well as his jeans and by extension his underwear over the frantic span of a handful of seconds, letting Gavin have a good look at his completely naked form. He was athletic, bordering on muscular, and his cock was impressively sized-- as Gavin knew rather well-- and his heavy balls were sizeable, above-average for an adult his age. The 13-year-old looked sheepish, but the way he stared made it clear he enjoyed the sight. Just being stared at by the kid made Silas hard, his cock twitching and steadily reaching full mast over the course of several moments as he stepped across the room, approaching the hybrid boy.

"I think you've waited long enough, right kid?" He asked in a husky tone, and Gavin's face warmed and blushed visibly, nodding fervently up and down.

"This is what you want, right?" Silas asked further, grasping the base of his cock and waggling it up and down. Gavin grinned widely and slowly went to lower himself down, but Silas reached out, hoisting him back up.

"Huh...?" Gavin began, and stuttered when the grey-furred man manhandled him, turning him around to face some of the big, heavy crates in front of him. Silas urged him towards the crates and when he was close enough, he grabbed and hoisted him up. The surface of the box was the perfect height; as Silas pressed Gavin's body against the edge of it, his stomach laying out over the top, the 13-year-old's ass was perfectly aligned with his cock.

"Ah-- Um, I haven't--" Gavin began, but Silas knew what he meant; it would have been a surprise if he had already had sex at his age.

"Don't worry," Silas cut him off. "I've got lube back here. I'll be gentle..."

"H-Hah...okay..." Gavin's tail eagerly wagged, making it clear that, despite his apprehension, he was still very much willing. Satisfied, Silas stepped across the back room towards the shelves. Sometimes, it could get a little boring at night, and he might see a pretty girl-- or guy, obviously-- when he was working and just needed to crank one out in the back. It was for that reason that he kept a bottle of lube and a nice toy on the top shelf, hidden within a small box. All Silas had to do was reach inside and fumble around until his fingers closed around the top of the bottle, and as he brought it out, the clear fluid revealed itself. He stepped back towards the cub, just in time to see the boy squirming with eager anticipation.

Silas first deposited a small bead of lube onto his digit and brought it to Gavin's ass, delighting in the way the 13-year-old instinctively quivered when he approached. Desire surged through the man's body when he saw the cub's hole pucker and squeeze as the cool lube touched his ass, and all it took was a little circular motion to spread it around, making the entranceway to his innards slick and wet. When he was done, he plunged his finger forwards, thrusting it into the cub's ass and slowly sinking until the halfway mark, where he flexed his finger and rolled it around. Already, he could feel the hybrid boy squeezing tightly against his digit, whimpering his pleasure and squirming with the feeling of it-- Silas knew he was going to be tight.

"You ready, kid?" Silas asked quietly, sliding his finger back and trailing a thin streak of lubricant along the length of his cock with his other hand. Gavin did nothing but huff and whimper knowingly, indicating he was ready. Slowly, Silas worked the lube around his cock, stroking until the entirety of his member was slick with the fluid, and his arousal was at its peak. He was as stiff as he could possibly be, so there was no real time to waste-- after a few moments of hesitation, Silas pressed the head of his cock to that young hole and pushed, hissing through his teeth as Gavin's entrance loosened to swallow him up.

The 13-year-old was wonderfully tight in ways Silas wasn't expecting-- this wasn't his first rodeo with a guy, but it was with a kid his age. The way those muscles spasmed and squeezed around his cock made Silas groan under his breath, and it took everything in him not to grab the teen's hips and pull him onto his dick. Instead, he slowly moved, letting the hybrid boy adjust as he sunk in an inch at a time. He did his best to gauge Gavin's reaction, listening for when he huffed, whimpered or grunted in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. It would have been hard to tell if he was enjoying it, were it not for the occasional squeeze, followed by a shudder of very clear arousal that came from Gavin's lips. Silas couldn't see completely, but he was pretty sure the boy's cock was stiff and throbbing between his legs, likely pressed up against the crate in a potentially uncomfortable way.

"Oh fuck..." Silas huffed. "You're nice and tight, kid."

Slowly he eased back, starting to lean into a series of slow yet steady thrusts. His hips bucked in a way that was driven by lust, yet resisted by a measured patience, not wanting to harm the 13-year-old's insides more than he already was. His pelvis met with the boy's ass over and over as each thrust smeared the lube and what little beginnings of pre-cum he was making around his cock, making his thrusts more and more slick over time. The sounds of their sex bounced around the small back rooms but never left past the door into the main interior of the bar, not that anyone would have heard it anyway over their own chatter. Each thrust, each slap of his furred pelvis against that fuzzy backside, was accentuated with a slap and the combined groans of the man and the young boy, and every other push of his hips drew a gasp and whimper from Gavin's muzzle, causing his legs to squirm.

Silas inevitably grew impatient, his breathing low and heavy, but his irritation rising as Gavin's legs squirmed-- they often kicked his own limbs, unable to keep still, and after a while the grey-furred man grabbed the cub's thighs and held them instead of his hips, tired of him moving around so much. In response, Gavin curled his legs against the back of Silas's legs as best he could, and Silas saw the chance to pick up speed, his pleasure slowly rising.

He couldn't quite vocalise how good it was aside from the words he'd already said-- it was warm, tight, soft and silky...nothing could compare for sure. His sighs and huffing pants of pleasure and desire slowly lapsed into grunts of physical exertion as his hips bucked, his toes curling against the floor and his fingers digging firmly against the cub's thighs, his cock twitching powerfully in the boy's hole. The mass in his loins, the oh-so-familiar tension, rapidly became more prevalent, and the rhythmic squeezing of Gavin's insides told him all he needed to know about how close Gavin was, too.

As his pleasure reached its peak, his grunts of desire turned to gasps and harsh exhales of climaxing ecstasy, his thrusting heavier, faster and harder, the wet noises of their passionate sex becoming sloppy and loud. Gavin half-squeaked, half-moaned as Silas passed the point of no return, and mere moments later he plunged forwards, his body meeting Gavin's own and his toned muscles clenching as he pushed as far forward as he could. He grunted, his face scrunching up, and he pushed himself up onto the tops of his toes as he came, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into the boy's ass. It took all of his will to not squirm, driven by how heavy and voluminous that load was, but Gavin could tell how much he'd enjoyed it-- the way Silas moaned, how audible and laboured it was, said it all.

Silas's orgasm faded rapidly in the heat of his post-sex bliss, his face flushed and his body aching ever so slightly from the effort it took to pound the 13-year-old's ass. Gavin whimpered noises of approval beneath him, his innards flexing in a way that was both periodic and intentional, and as Silas pulled back he understood why; the potent dribbles of cum against the side of the crate, far more than a 13-year-old should put out, spoke volumes of how much the cub had enjoyed it, how much Silas's fat cock had punched his prostate and finally satisfied his edged member. The adult canine felt almost wistful as he withdrew, the edge of his humanoid glans meeting the tight ring of Gavin's entrance on the inside-- it was like the teen wanted him to stay inside, but all it took was a light tug to pop his cock free, allowing Silas the joy of seeing his own cum-covered cock, as well as the twitching, slowly shrinking mass of the 13-year-old's length.

For a little while Silas didn't say anything, standing there naked and watching the cub shift and groan atop the crate, looking a little too tired and used to move. The man's eyes trailed across the little dribble of cum oozing from the boy's ass, and he watched it for a moment, before turning to the clothes laid across a different box.

"Uh..." Silas began, both awkwardly and with some urgency. "I should get back outside. Just...relax here for a bit, okay? I'll come bring your clothes and you can get home..."

"Um," Gavin began, rolling slightly on the ground, teetering a little as he lifted his leg and tried to get comfortable. "But I'm messy. My mom will notice."

"Right. Well...can you wait until the bar closes up? You can get cleaned up at my place."

"Y-Your place?" Gavin's eyes widened and Silas looked over at him as he pulled his shirt on, aware of how he might look completely bottomless.

"Is that okay?" Silas asked tentatively. "There's no shower here, and I still gotta run the front. Your mom isn't going to go crazy that you're home late, is she?"

"I...I'll text her." Gavin insisted, his stomach twisting with anxiety and excitement. Silas watched him for a moment before reaching for his pants.

The bar wouldn't close for another few hours. Maybe in that time, he might need to seek some more 'relief'...or maybe he might wait until they're back at his place. If one thing was for certain, however, it was that this wouldn't be the last time either of them got their fill.