"Thank you for taking him on such short notice, John. I really appreciate it."

"It's all good, Cynthia. I don't mind looking after Vaught for a little while."

With a friendly smile, the tall, 28-year-old otter made a gesture to the rabbit boy who stood beside his mother, and at his encouragement, he stepped inside John's house and past him, lingering in the hallway for a moment. John turned his attention back to Cynthia, an older rabbit woman who pressed her hands together and bowed as deeply as she could manage.

"Thank you so much," She breathed a sigh, adjusting the collar of her shirt, for it was a little crooked. "I swear, I never get called into the office on off hours. Are you sure it's okay?"

"Don't sweat it," John insisted. "Really. My kid's out on a sleepover tonight anyway so I have more than enough time to keep an eye on him."

"He's well behaved anyway, as you know," Her face creased into a smile and she reached out to hold John's hand, giving it a squeeze, before she tilted her head to the side. "See you later, Vaught."

"Bye mom." Vaught bid his mother farewell, but didn't peel his eyes away from a handheld console that he clutched in his small hands, tapping away at the buttons and directional pad. The two adults looked at him for a moment before the rabbit's mother scoffed and smiled warmly at John, before she turned and headed down the porch towards the road. She turned and waved as she reached the fence and John waved back at her, watching her get into her car and drive off. He lingered there for a moment longer before he stepped back and slowly closed the door shut, turning towards the boy.

Vaught...if John had to describe him in a word, he was a 'nerd', which was honestly an endearing compliment coming from the otter. Like his mother, he was a richly coloured Harlequin Rabbit, with a mismatched and sometimes stripy array of caramel brown and charcoal black fur-- most distinctly, the right side of his face, relative to him, was that brown colour whilst the other side was black. His tall ears stood upright and perked, and he leant up against John's hallway wall in a simple polo shirt and long khaki pants that reached his ankles.

"Have you already eaten, bud?" John asked casually, stepping across the hallway in his casual scruffy clothes that he tends to wear at home, or at least in the mornings; a loose shirt and boxer shorts. For a moment the boy didn't reply, and with a sigh John reached out to tap the boy's head, getting his attention. Having the boy lost in his video games was a common occurrence with the 10-year-old rabbit, and John saw a little of his own son in the boy's behaviour. At his tap, the boy snapped back to reality and looked up, blinking wildly at the man as his thumbs moved and absently paused his game.

"Too deep into your GameBoy to hear me, huh?" John teased, glancing down at the handheld. If memory served, the cub got it as a hand-me-down from one of his many older brothers.

"S...Sorry," The boy murmured, rubbing his forehead where John had tapped him. "Um, yeah, I've had breakfast."

"So you did hear me." The otter hummed, reaching up to briefly smooth down his shaggy black hair, sweeping his hand across towards the back of his neck where his hair travelled down in a mullet. With a gesture, he got the boy to follow him down the hallway to the living room, so the cub could sit and play his game in peace. This wasn't the first time John had babysat the kid, but the last time was a good 6 months ago...Cynthia tended to have her parenting skills down to a fine art, but her work tended to be chaotic, hence why John didn't see her kids all that often, despite her being his neighbour.

"So..." John flopped onto a seat and stretched his legs out, heels bumping against the carpet as the TV displayed some news channel. "What's the game you're playing this time?"

"Metroid 2." The boy sat down on the couch beside him and settled himself into the cushions, turning his attention back to the game, and John slowly leant over to watch him for a moment, draping his arm across the back of the couch.

"Oh yeah? How is it?" John asked, and the boy shifted in his seat to get more comfortable, but didn't seem to mind the man being so close.

"It's good," He explained, tapping away on the buttons as a little Samus Aran ran through a small hallway, shooting at enemies. "I beat a really hard boss yesterday before bed. I died so many times because my brother was distracting me by-"

The rabbit paused and even his fingers stopped for a moment, leaving John confused. When he examined the boy's face, the rabbit looked flustered, perhaps even embarrassed, and he cleared his throat before he continued, stammering some more words.

"U-Um, nevermind," He insisted. "I'm not meant to tell."

"Oh?" John quirked an eyebrow and leant back. "What exactly have you been doing that you're meant to keep a secret?"

"...Promise you won't tell?" The rabbit visibly squirmed in his seat and looked put on the spot, but seemed receptive to John's probing. With a sigh, the otter slipped his arm down and hooked it around the boy's shoulders, tugging him closer and giving him a gentle squeeze. It was probably not the best idea to coax a boy into spilling his secrets, but John meant well-- he just wanted to make sure the kid wasn't being bullied by his older siblings. For a moment, Vaught seemed apprehensive, but he eventually began to speak.

"He, um...touched my butt, and stuff." He explained, and for a moment John was stunned, before he leant back.

"Oh! Oh..." John spluttered, unsure what to say. "Uh, Vaught, which brother was this?"

"Percy." The boy said, and John's eyes widened further-- if memory served him right, Percy would be...18 by now? The implications were severe, but John pressed further.

"Are you okay, buddy?" The otter quietly asked and for a moment Vaught frowned, actually turning his head from the otter to blink up at him, confused.

"Um...yeah?" He pursed his muzzle. "Percy's touched my butt before..."

"How many times?" John asked, but then paused when the boy put his GameBoy down and started to count on his fingers. "Okay, so a lot. You don't need to count. Does it...hurt when he does it, champ? You know if you're in trouble, you can tell your mom or me, right?"

"It didn't hurt," The boy insisted, keeping his gaze down, though it seemed to be more out of embarrassment than anything else. "I thought it would sometimes but he says it's because he's really slow and careful, and...I like it. It feels good."

"Is that so..." John shifted in his seat-- all this talk of Vaught being molested by his older brother was admittedly a turn-on to the otter, who did more or less the same sort of thing with his son on a semi-regular basis. He didn't want to enforce that attraction onto Vaught if he wasn't all for it, though it was hard to restrain himself, mentally and physically, at the thought. The rabbit didn't seem to notice his discomfort and looked back down to his game, looking more comfortable than before. It must have been a weight off the boy's shoulders to reveal a secret he'd held onto for a while.

"He says I'm not meant to tell grown-ups because I'm not old enough to do grown-up things yet," He continued. "But this kid at school, Nils, he says he puts his thingy in his girlfriend all the time...and Percy never touches my thingy. I think I'm grown-up enough."

"Do you want me to touch your thingy?" John asked before he had a chance to stop himself, and he tensed, regretting even saying it. Thankfully, the rabbit seemed remarkably receptive, and he tilted his head to the side and looked up at him, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and excitement.

"You would?" His voice quivered with nerves and John couldn't help but grin, staring down at the boy with his hazel eyes.

"O-Only if..." John doubled down. "I can put my thing in your butt too. Think you can handle it, champ?"

The bunny puffed out his chest and looked a little apprehensive, but he nodded, clearly willing. With a smirk, John reached down and took the GameBoy from the boy's hands, placing it on the coffee table before he drifted his hand towards the boy's leg, pressing his large palm to those khaki pants. The rabbit tensed beneath his touch and stared up into the otter's eyes as John lowered his head, and as his hand drifted closer, so did his lips. His lips brushed against the rabbit's muzzle for a moment before he pressed, pushing a kiss onto the cub's lips as his hand squeezed and flexed against that young inner thigh.

The 10-year-old seemed to enjoy the touch, but he was clumsy with his kisses, parting his lips only a little and trembling beneath the man's penetrating kiss. John parted their mouths for only a moment before he pressed another kiss to him, groaning under his breath as he slid his hand to the side, bringing it to the boy's crotch. There, he easily felt the cub's hardening little cock within the confines of his khakis and underwear, easily stimulated from the kissing and groping alone as any pubescent boy would be. He flexed his digits and the rabbit reached down to greedily hold onto his wrist, rocking his hips against the otter's palm as he nudged his mouth up, wanting to kiss more. His consensual nature and eagerness for more only served to turn John on even more.

Slowly, the otter moved and manhandled the boy, coaxing him to move his body so that he could lay down on the couch. They parted their little make-out session for a moment so the rabbit could get into a more comfortable position, and John assumed a position over him, towering over that small frame. Vaught clearly felt intimidated by their difference in size, and as John lowered his body and head down by extension, he reached up to grab onto the front of the otter's T-Shirt, curling his fingers against the fabric as the man brought his head closer. He silenced the rabbit's nerves with a kiss once more as his hand returned to the cub's crotch, flexing and pressing with a firmness that made the boy shudder and moan from beneath his sealed lips. 

For a while John used his other hand to prop himself up as he became more and more turned on, his own cock inevitably tenting his boxers and forming a damp spot at the front. His tongue probed and pressed against the boy's two front teeth and he eventually slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth, pressing it against the cub's own. Vaught quietly gasped and sucked in a shaky breath as their tongues touched, and John pressed firmly down against the cub's crotch before he drifted up, popping the button of his khakis so that he could sink his hand in beneath them, his fingers brushing with the soft fabric of the boy's underwear. His digits met with briefs and the turgid member beneath and the rabbit made a little grunting sound, pushing his hips up against John's hand, wanting more.

With a groan, the otter shifted in his seat and moved his head down, retracting his tongue as he pressed his mouth to the boy's neck, kissing along his fur as he travelled down. The boy quivered and let out little approving moans as John settled most of his weight on his knees, lifting up the boy's shirt with a hand so he could explore and smooch along his black and brown-furred front. A large stripe covered just beneath his nipples and another one further down, around his stomach, which John played close attention to-- they were endearing to look at, and the rabbit's belly tucked in as the otter's lips kissed down his navel.

"T-That tickles." The boy muttered sheepishly, beginning to tense when John's mouth moved far past the navel and towards the boy's crotch. With both hands he pulled at the boy's khakis and the cub instinctively raised his behind so that he could slide them down, revealing a patterned pair of underwear beneath that had a handful of cartoon robots and wrenches on its surface, the main bulk of the colour an ocean blue. With a smirk, John trailed his mouth down and pressed his muzzle to the warmth of the cub's young cock and the boy hissed, sucking in a breath, and his cock eagerly twitched against the heat of John's mouth. The otter deliberately pursed his lips against the bulge and breathed hot air against the cock, relishing the way the boy squirmed and groaned from the sensation. After a moment John raised his head, lifting himself up off the boy. He briefly admired the sight of him all flushed and aroused, before he made a gesture with a hand.

"Roll over." He demanded, and for a moment the boy hesitated, before he obliged. He squirmed and flipped himself over on the couch, resting his head against his arms, and John grabbed onto the boy's pants and tugged them down until he slid them off the boy's feet, dropping them to the carpeted floor. The sight of that cute, underwear-covered ass made John tempted to yank his undies down and fuck him there and there, but instead he bent down, hooking a finger into the back of the underwear and sliding it down far enough to expose the cub's cheeks. Vaught instinctively stretched his legs out and pressed them together, which suited John just fine-- he wasn't about to penetrate just yet, for he had other ideas in mind.

He placed both hands to those supple cheeks and flexed his digits, enjoying the plumpness of the cub's young ass, before he spread the 10-year-old's cheeks to reveal the non-virgin pucker beneath, pink and sensitive. It clenched when revealed to the air and John licked his lips, digging his thumbs into the crack of the boy's ass to make sure those cheeks remained firmly spread, before he lowered his body and brought his head close. The rabbit couldn't see what he was doing, but John was positive the boy could feel it when his muzzle pressed between those cheeks. The rabbit let out a squeak and arched his back, letting out a surprised cry as the otter stuck out his tongue and pressed, pushing his tongue against the sensitive entrance.

"O-Oh, mister..." The boy quivered, toes curling against the couch as John closed his eyes and slowly lapped, dragging his tongue up and down as the boy whimpered and huffed, revealing his desire and pleasure. His noises alone were enough to turn John on, his stick cock hungrily bouncing up and down within his boxers, and it took every in him not to take things further just yet. As he continued the lap and slather, the boy squirmed and pushed his ass back against John's roaming tongue, moaning his approval, and the lewd wet sounds of the perverted man eating out the cub's ass further accentuated their foreplay, leaving the air heavy and thick with sexual tension.

John slowly began to press with a little more firmness, gauging the boy's taut behind and checking how lubed-up he was from his ample spit alone. At first, he decided the boy needed just a little more encouragement and he pushed his tongue fiercely at that behind, probing and then penetrating the entrance with his tongue. The way the cub's ring clamped around against his tongue made him wonder how tight that ass could be around his cock, but he knew he'd find out soon enough. He roamed his tongue inside the boy as Vaught seemed unable to keep still, burying his head down against his arms and writhing his legs as the fleshy appendage explored every inch of his ass as he could, but John didn't linger for long; the boy's tender squirming was simply making him too horny. After a handful of minutes he pulled back, fully prepared the fuck the boy silly...but first, they'd need a better position.

"Get up, champ." He commanded, and the boy had no intention of defying him. The rabbit rolled and revealed how much the rimming had pleasured him, a visibly dark blue spot formed on the front of his briefs, and he sat up as John manoeuvred until he was sitting upright on the couch, his feet touching the floor. He admired the boy for a moment before he reached down to remove his own boxers, showing off his pink, turgid, humanoid 6-inch cock and the trail of brown fuzz that served as pubic hair, running up to his belly button. He didn't stop there, however, and also pulled his shirt over his head, leaving himself completely in the nude. Vaught openly took in the sight of the man's athletic frame and then averted his eyes. John patted his lap, and the boy knew what to do-- he scooted across the couch and clambered up onto the man's lap, his back pressing to the otter's chest.

"Good kid." John murmured, his hands raking the boy's hips before he pulled the cub's shirt up and over his head, leaving his body exposed. John took in the sight of his lithe shoulders and ample body for a moment before his hands ran down the cub's sides and towards his hips. Vaught sat in such a way that his ass was pressed right down to John's cock, sandwiching that pulsing between the 10-year-old's rump and John's own pelvis. The otter moved his hands down, hooking the boy's underwear a little lower to expose his ass, but he didn't pull it off the boy completely...mostly because when he curled his hand around, he got to enjoy feeling up Vaught's little cock still stuck in his underwear.

"Mmh..." John groaned, gripping one hand around the rabbit's multicoloured hip as the other openly molested his cock. "Are you ready, kiddo?"

Vaught's mouth was agape and he panted heavily, clearly stimulated by John's stroking hand, and he fervently nodded, doing his best to try and grind his crotch against John's fingers as the otter held his hip, trying to keep him still. Leaning back, John slid his hand from the boy's hip so he could grasp the base of his cock, and the rabbit raised himself up, apparently knowing from experience what to do. Though he sheepishly squirmed and looked rather shy about taking the man's cock for the first time, Vaught still leant over and grabbed his ass with one hand to spread it, if only slightly, whilst the other clung to John's lewding hand that was still on his crotch. The otter sighed as he pushed his member forwards to angle it upright, and desire surged through him at the sight of his pink cock briefly smearing before disappearing beneath that young ass, slipping between the cheeks. He could feel the cub's ass squeezing against his probing cock, but it slowly loosened to accept him, and the combination of the otter's own pre-cum and his spit helped to steadily ease him inside.

A hiss escaped the otter's gritted teeth and he leant forwards, removing his hand from the base of his cock and bringing it back to the cub's hip as he slowly pulled him down, coaxing him further and further onto his member. The rabbit wriggled his hips and whimpered, and John could feel his young cock throbbing a little stronger than before, no doubt encouraged by that thick cock inside him. John angled his head down and ran his mouth across the rabbit's neck as he resumed his strokes against the boy's underwear, whilst all the while the bunny slipped further down, until that 10-year-old's ass met with his crotch.

John didn't need to provide the boy with any words of encouragement, and instead kept his focus on pleasuring him whilst rocking his hips at the same time. He growled and groaned quietly against the boy's neck and delighted in the way the boy trembled as his fingers rapidly stroked back and forth over that bulge, feeling it twitch and spasm underneath his touch that also made the boy's innards clamp down and squeeze. With each gentle gyration, the boy's inner walls milked John's cock, and the pre-cum that oozed from this member slowly began to spread around his length, trickling down thanks to gravity and his own slowly shifting length. John inevitably grew impatient, and as he drifted his mouth up to pepper kisses along the rabbit's right, brown-furred cheek, he slipped his hand to the side and snuck his fingers in beneath the leghole of the briefs, touching his fingers with the boy's bare cock.

Vaught quietly gasped, his ears twisting and folding down ever so slightly as the otter's digits wrapped around his length, only one or two of them, and began to stroke. He tugged and peeled back the boy's foreskin a little to reveal the tip, which pressed against the inside of his briefs, before he dragged back up and bunched that foreskin around the tip. As he stroked, John hooked his other hand down underneath the boy's left thigh, lifting him slightly and holding onto him as leverage as he planted his feet firmly against the carpeted floor and began to thrust, pumping his hips up against the rabbit's body and lifting him up slightly as he did so. When he tugged back, gravity did most of the work to bring the boy back down, where he was greeted to John's thrusting hips which bounced him back upwards again. At first, it took some work to get a rhythm going, but it became easier over time the more his pre-cum spread, until the sound of his thrusts was wet, audible, and lewd.

The young rabbit, who had been groaning quietly under his breath, started to moan and gasp at a semi-rapid pace, overwhelmed by the otter's eager fucking alongside that hand loosely jerking him off beneath his underwear. Such stimulation from both ends, from the way the man's fingers glided over the edge of his humanoid glans to the way that cock stroked and pleasured his prostate, was too much for the 10-year-old, who had only really known one-sided anal before. He shuddered violently atop John's member and let out weak groans and squeaks as he abruptly climaxed. At first, John didn't even notice it, but he soon felt the boy's periodically spasming inner walls as well as the stiff throbbing in his hands and quickly put two and two together, drawing from his experience of pounding his own son's ass. He tugged the rabbit down and settled himself completely inside him, slowing his stroking fingers and shuddering himself from that leg-quaking sensation of that ass squeezing and milking every inch of his cock.

"Mmh..." John moaned against the boy's neck and slowly removed his hand from the boy's cock, not wanting to overstimulate him, before bringing his other hand from his hip up to the boy's neck, as the other settled on the opposite side near the boy's waist. He cupped the boy's cheek with his palm and forced the boy to turn his head, and the cub, with a lidded gaze, didn't resist his movements. John pressed a kiss to the 10-year-old's muzzle and stifled his moans before he picked up speed again, shifting tact back to those pleasurable gyrations. Unlike last time, he was more animated and laboured with his movements, pushing hard and tugging him back and forth as he massaged and effectively got the boy to stroke his cock with his innards, which squeezed and clung to him as tightly as they could.

"That's it, that's..." John's breathing quickened as he murmured between their kisses, pushing his tongue into the boy's mouth and passionately starting to grunt and roll his hips faster and faster, so very close to his own climax. The cub squirmed and put his hands on the cushions of the couch in an effort to steady himself as the man moved, but he didn't have to hold on for very long. After a handful of moments, of fervent panting and heavy, lustful groans, John sighed shakily against the rabbit's lips, tasting his saliva, as he orgasmed hard. His cock throbbed and surged, shooting rope after rope out of his cock and right into the boy's inner walls. He painted his insides with each thick, stiff spurt and his fingers curled tightly against the rabbit's side before he abruptly relaxed. He tugged the boy to his chest and rolled his head back, emptying his balls and shooting the last of his load into the boy as his breathing slowed and his heart hammered in his chest. His legs ached for rest, and he'd give them just that.

After a moment, the rabbit squirmed, trying to wrestle out of his grip, and John loosened his arms. He watched as the boy leant forwards, still on his cock, and strained to reach or his GameBoy on the coffee table. He eventually managed to grab it when John scooted to allow him to get closer, and once he had it in his hands the boy leant back again, leaning against John's naked body. He was breathing about as heavily as John, but his focus was instead on the video game in front of him. John watched him play for a while, keeping his arms around his stomach, whilst the warmth of the boy's insides kept his cock warm.

It would take long for his arousal to spring up again with such a cute kid sitting atop him, and he'd go right back to kissing the boy's neck again. He'd probably fuck the boy silly over and over until his mother came to pick him up, and Vaught would love every second of it.