"John? Jeez, it's 7pm...didn't expect to see you today. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's good, more or less. Can you watch my kid for the night? I've got a work emergency."

"Uh, sure..." The hybrid frowned as he looked from the otter to his son, a Dalmatian named Charlie. "But, why didn't you just ask me to come over."

"Charlie, cover your ears," John asked relatively politely and the 8-year-old obeyed him instantly, cupping his palms over his ears, and John leant towards Finn to speak in a hushed tone. "Look, uh, between you and me...Charlie's a lil' sensitive today. He had a nightmare last night and I think he's scared to sleep on his own...he got real upset when I said I had to go deal with this work stuff, so I kinda spun it as a sort of 'sleepover' with you. I hope you don't mind."

"Oooh, I see," Finn hummed, nodding along. "It's all good, John. You know I enjoy Charlie's company."

"Thanks, Finn. I'll swing by in the morning to come pick him up, say around 10?" John sighed, and Finn hummed his approval as the otter ushered Charlie across the threshold into Finn's house before passing over a medium-sized duffel bag, likely filled with the basic essentials for the boy. After a moment, John crouched down to the boy and cupped his cheeks with both hands, looking him dead in the eye.

"Be good, okay?" John insisted, and he leant forwards to plan a kiss on the cub's forehead as the Dalmatian mumbled something inaudible. "I love you too, buddy."

With that, John rose and turned, briskly heading down the steps of Finn's porch and along the path towards the street, heading for his car. Finn and Charlie stood there only for a little while before the hybrid retreated and ushered Charlie inside. At first, the Dalmatian was a little resistant and watched after his father, before he eventually turned and headed inside as the otter disappeared from view, getting into his car. Finn closed the front door behind him and turned to the cub, who raked his gaze across the man's house as if it was the first time he'd seen it. Damn, the cub must be a little out of it.

"Hey, Charlie. Have you eaten yet?" Finn got his attention and crouched down to his level, watching as the 8-year-old shook his head and clutched a Rocky plushie to his side under one arm. "Well, how about we order some pizza and watch a movie? Sound good?"

Charlie visibly brightened at the suggestion and eagerly nodded, and with a grin and hybrid directed him down the hall and into the living room. He had every intention of distracting the boy for the night, even if he wasn't necessarily that good at looking after kids. The Dalmatian jumped up onto the couch and Finn placed the remote in his hands, before disappearing into the kitchen in search for the pizza menu, and a potentially sweet snack he could bribe the cub with in the meantime.

The night flew by a lot quicker than either of them were expecting, frankly. When Finn had returned from the kitchen, Charlie had removed most of his clothes and sat in only his briefs, intending to take the sleepover seriously, and Finn did his best not to gawk. The candy helped to keep the boy awake for a little until the pizza arrived, and in the express purpose of having a good evening, Finn got a blanket from upstairs and draped it across the two of them so they could get nice and cosy under the covers whilst they watched the movie and stuffed their faced with a meat-topped pizza. They easily finished the entire thing between the two of them, though Finn ate a little more than Charlie, and the combination of cosiness, a full stomach, and an entertaining movie easily had Charlie drooping in his seat, sleepy and tired. Somehow, despite Finn's naturally perverted nature when it came to the Dalmatian, he more or less kept his hands off him and things remained wholesome...for now, anyway.

As the movie drew to a close, Finn dipped his head to look down to the Dalmatian, and quickly surmised he was either asleep, or on the verge of being. The pup had leant against his side under the covers and Finn had instinctively put an arm around him, so when the hybrid moved to sit up, the cub stirred and sat up a little, groaning under his breath. Finn shushed him with a soothing tone as he removed the blanket from atop them, before hooking an arm under the boy's knees and another at his back. He lifted him with ease and carried him across the living room to the hallway, leaving the duffel bag for now-- he should really get Charlie to brush his teeth or something, but he could skip one night.

The hybrid ascended to the upper floor where, at the far end of the room, his bedroom sat with the door slightly ajar, beckoning them. Finn's heart slightly pounded at the thought and he mostly brushed the notion from his mind, instead focusing on the way the 8-year-old clung to him and complained about being moved, albeit weakly and sleepily. When Finn entered his room, he lifted a leg and used his foot to brush the covers back before settling Charlie down, head to pillow. The boy instinctively reached up to grab at the pillow as Finn pulled the covers up, his eyes blearily opening. He rolled over to look at Finn and, for a moment, the hybrid lingered and watched him before he turned and left him there, quickly finishing doing what he needed to around the house, namely turning off the lights and the TV, before he returned upstairs with his duffel bag. Only the dim moonlight helped to illuminate his way, for he didn't want to wake the boy up with the light.

Anyone would have been intimidated if they saw a silhouette of a man standing over their bed, but Charlie was too tired to care, and he simply looked up at him with a sleepy expression, stirred ever so slightly from his slumber. Even as Finn discarded his clothes, the cub didn't really complain about the sight, and soon enough the hybrid was completely in the nude, quite unlike the brief-covered Dalmatian beneath him. The hybrid assumed the empty space before the boy and climbed into bed, sneaking himself under the covers and snuggling up close.

"Mmh..." Finn sighed, admittedly a bit tired himself, and he hooked an arm around the boy's stomach, pulling him across the bed towards him. "Is that nice?"

Charlie tiredly nodded and, at first, rolled to the side to face him, pressing his head against the man's chest before he scooted up towards the pillow, putting himself roughly at eye level. Finn instinctively reached out and stroked up the cub's naked back and down towards his ass, unable to stop himself from cupping one clothed cheek with a palm. Charlie tensed ever so slightly under his touch and reached out, his digits curling against the man's front and pulling at his fur a little.

"Real sleepy, aren't you?" Finn murmured, barely above a whisper, and Charlie let out a quiet and brief grunt of agreement as Finn's fingers flexed and grasped at the boy's ass, enjoying the way it easily warped under his touch. He snuck his hand up and danced his fingers around the waistband, eventually sinking his claws beneath it so he could grope the bare flesh, and as he did so he brought his head forwards, brushing his muzzle across the boy's cheek and across to his neck. He kissed, slowly and delicately, against the 8-year-old's neck and down to his shoulder, and the boy trembled against him, too tired to complain, and too cosy to dislike it.

The carnal urge to pull those undies further down ripped through Finn's body, but he resisted, aware that the boy was tired, but despite that he snuck his digits inward, sliding a finger into the crack of the cub's ass until a digit pressed to the boy's quivering pucker. Charlie arched his back and pressed himself against the man's chest, and with a playful growl Finn circled a digit against the little ring, sighing with pleasure when he felt it clench, quiver and spasm against his assault. He kept it up for a little while as he kissed along that shoulder over and over, before he eventually brought his head back, admiring Charlie's sleepy expression. He pressed his muzzle against the cub's own and pressed a kiss to his lips, and instinctively the 8-year-old parted his muzzle, accepting the already primed tongue that pushed against his teeth, before sinking deeper into his mouth.

Finn's hand withdrew from that cute little ass and circled around within the briefs towards the front, and lust surged up his spine when he felt the weak turgidness of the boy's erection against his fingers, betraying his arousal. Charlie gripped to Finn, but his clutching was almost frail and bore no substance to it, as if he was grabbing him just for the closeness of it, and nothing more. Finn pulled his hand out of those briefs and pressed the fullness of his palm to the front of the boy's briefs, and he admired the way the package throbbed wildly against his warmth. He slid his tongue deeper, just a little, before he pulled back, his breathing low and heavy.

Unable to restrain himself any further, Finn slid beneath the covers, delving into the darkness beyond, as Charlie squirmed and instinctively rolled onto his bed, spreading his legs to the side. The urge to grab one of Charlie's ankles and pull him under there with him for a night of passion, or even just pull that paw towards him to satisfy a long restrained desire with that foot, was almost unbearable, yet Finn managed to somehow keep things on track. With those young legs spread, Finn settled himself in between them, his head mere inches from that 8-year-old crotch, and he pressed his mouth to the heat of those briefs and breathed hot air through the fabric and onto the cock. Charlie groaned above him, a mixture of pleasure and tiredness, and Finn felt the cub's little hands grasp around the fur atop his head, narrowly missing his feathers. He squeezed his fingers and pulled Finn closer, and thought it slightly smarted, the hybrid went along with it.

With a moan of eager lust, Finn stuck out his tongue and started to lick. This wasn't the first time he'd orally pleasured the boy through his underwear, though the last time had unfortunately created something of an emergency that was inevitably solved. This time was different, however; Charlie surely knew how to restrain himself. As the man licked, the cub squirmed beneath him, kicking his legs out and bending them inwards again, his toes splaying and curling as that tongue dragged from base to tip, over and over. Each press of that tongue sent spikes of heat across the cub's cock and each fervent twitch turned Finn on even more. His eager suckling had the cub slowly but surely getting more and more aroused, causing him to shudder and his breathing to grow heavy. He was only 8-- such vivid and experienced licking such as this was bound to get him off quickly.

It didn't take long for Charlie to start huffing and whimpering, indicating how close he was getting, but Finn didn't let up. He really wanted to get in beneath those briefs and lick that cock to completion for himself, but he also knew the 8-year-old secretly had a fetish for underwear-- he remembered the one time he'd caught him with a pair of his own. A few more licks was all the boy needed to climax, and he signalled it with a soft whine and a complete relaxing of his body and hands. He flopped down and dropped as a tender sigh escaped his young muzzle, and those telltale throbs under Finn's exploring tongue informed Finn of his orgasm. He growled against that twitching little dick and reached up, hooking a finger into the waistband of the briefs so he could pull them down and expose that small, twitching humanoid cock. He breathed in the scent of it and stuck out his tongue, fervently licking around the foreskinned tip, which remained dry as a bone. He only did it for a few seconds, aware the cub was sensitive, before he dropped the briefs back into place.

Finn scooted himself up and appeared from the covers just beneath Charlie's head, and he propped himself up on his hands as he towered over the boy, who tiredly rubbed at his eyes before reaching out for Finn's body. The man lowered himself and the cub wrapped his arms around the fluffy neck instinctively, tugging himself against him, exhausted from their sex and wanting to sleep. Finn nuzzled against the boy's ear silently for a moment.

"Do you want to sleep?" Finn asked, and Charlie nodded, humming his approval. With a sigh, Finn rolled to the side and brought Charlie with him, before he grabbed the boy and slowly rolled him over, so the cub's back faced the man's front. He scooted him upwards and then pushed his own crotch forward, remaining Charlie how aching hard the man was. The cock fit easily between the cub's straightened thighs and stuck out the other end, pressed up to those undie-covered balls.

"Mmh..." Finn sighed. "Alright, sleep then, but you owe me."

Charlie grunted and his shoulders shook, as if he were suppressing a giggle, and Finn hooked an arm around him, feeling a little blueballed...though he couldn't bring himself to made the cub stay up too late. He squeezed the boy's front with his arm and settled himself in there and, surprisingly, he found himself drifting off to sleep as quickly as Charlie did.

The two of them slept soundly until morning cuddled up to one-another. Whenever Charlie decided to wake up later, he'd have a horny babysitter to deal with.