"O-Ow! Mr. Ayers, that hurts..."

"I told you to call me Finn, didn't I, Charlie? Maybe if you stopped squirming it wouldn't feel so bad..."

The dalmatian's muzzle stretched into a grimace as he clutches his controller, struggling to adjust and get comfortable atop his neighbour's lap. Mass Effect played out a cutscene on the TV in front of him and the two sat snuggled in a comfortable, thick armchair-- well, one was, anyway. The canine/avian hybrid was relishing the warmth of his seat as well as the cute, naked puppy atop his lap. With a groan Finn leant forwards, and Charlie let out a whimper of protest as he the adult's hands roamed his 8-year-old chest. Finn's scaled hands drifted to the puppy's left nipple and he deliberately teased it with a thumb, causing Charlie to tense and clench in response.

"Mmh, just like that," Finn growled quietly, dipping his head down to kiss along the dalmatian's neck and up to his cheek as the boy angled his head away. "Squeeze my knot, puppy..."

"I-I'm trying to play." Charlie complained, and he shakily sighed as Finn's hands snaked inwards to his stomach, drifting down towards his crotch. Before he touched the little cock, however, he slid his hands to the side towards Charlie's hips and he let out a groan as he lifted the dalmatian up, sliding his hips back at the same time and tugging his thick, tied knot a little. The pleasure spiked through Finn's body and made his member swell, pumping another eager spurt of cum into the boy's belly.

"You're so hot." Finn growled lustfully, peppering the boy's cheek as his eyes briefly glanced to the screen, watching the boy play. Charlie squirmed defiantly against him but eventually relaxed when Finn's hands relented from his hips, easing him back down. However, the hybrid didn't stop there, and he slid his hands back inwards to the boy's inner thighs, pulling his legs apart so that one hand could drift back towards the puppy's crotch. He held that little half-hard cock between his finger and thumb and Charlie tensed, his lower muzzle trembling.

"M-Mr...um, Finn," Charlie complained. "Do you have to touch my thingy again? I've already felt good..."

"Wouldn't it be nice to feel good again?" Finn remarked, glancing down towards the little droplets of fluids that sat on the lip of the chair's seat, a sigh of Charlie's previous orgasm. "Besides, I love hearing you yelp and moan."

A whimper escaped Charlie's lips as Finn eased his fingers back, peeling back the cub's foreskin a little as he dragged his other hand up Charlie's back towards his chest, groping at the flatness of his boyish frame before he slid it further up, detangling himself from the dalmatian's arm so he could cup his face. He pushed and forced Charlie to look at him, and before the boy could protest Finn pushes his mouth against the puppy's own, effectively swallowing it up with his own. He parted his lips and licked against the dalmatian's muzzle and after a moment the puppy opened his mouth in kind, allowing Finn to push his tongue inside. He didn't need to explore much-- he already knew the taste of Charlie's mouth inside and out-- so he simply licked with the kid's own tongue, groaning against his lips as his finger and thumb stroked back and forth. He relished the way Charlie's tiny cock twitched in his touch, accentuated by his squeezing insides that steadily milked Finn's fat, throbbing knot.

Charlie's whimpers quickly lapsed into huffing pants, following by quiet, quaking moans as his body trembled, vibrating slightly atop the man's cock, and in response Finn growled, slightly rolling his hips up against him. He picked up the pace with his stroking digits and Charlie's breathing quickened as a result, stimulated by his fingers. The more that Finn stroked, the more Charlie moaned, his quiet huffs barely restrained. His hands loosened around the controller and his arms sagged as he closed his eyes, and Finn pulled back from their kiss and moaned against the 8-year-old's neck, enthralled with the way the puppy panted against his chest.

"I-It's coming." Charlie warned after a moment, his toes curling as his body turned rigid, and Finn ran his mouth up to the boy's ear, nipping it between his teeth as he picked up speed, feeling that rigid little length twitching wildly between his fingertips. Charlie's moaning grew to a peak, loud and high-pitched, and in that moment Finn reached down, grasping onto Charlie's leg and lifting him up with his free hand. The boy complained amidst his groans, but Finn dutifully pulled, tugging back as he did so. His knot pulled at and stretched the cub's little hole, the adult's member throbbing, encouraged by those squeezing inner walls; in the peak of the dalmatian's pleasure, however, his ass loosened a little, enough for the knot to stretch the red ring so he could pull out. With a satisfying 'pop' and a yelp of surprise, Finn untied from Charlie as he climaxed, his cock weakly twitching as his innards clamped down like a vice around Finn's cock. The hybrid's knot swelled and throbbed against that young entrance, and a thick glob of cum oozed down towards his balls.

"That's it, puppy..." Finn sighed against his ear and trailed down to lick his cheek as the dalmatian let out a half-sniffle, half-groan. Finn relinquished his grip and huffed past his lips as the cum readily oozed from Charlie's hole, the fruits of Finn's efforts not that long ago seeping onto the chair beneath him and wetting the leather.

"T...That hurt." Charlie whimpered, and Finn soothed him with a quiet shushing down, his hands sliding up and hugging around the boy's stomach as he kissed along his cheek. Though Charlie was complaining, Finn could feel the boy's narrow tail wiggling against his stomach, wedged between them.

"There, there...good boy. You did great," Finn encouraged him, idly roaming his hands. "I'm proud of you. Do you want to play more of your game?"

Charlie let out a grumbling complaint and shook his head, placing the controller on the arm of the chair. He sagged his body to the side and turned his head, shifting his body and twisting himself on the now untied cock so that he was sitting sideway on Finn's lap. He curled up against the hybrid's chest and Finn hooked an arm around him, swaddling him like a baby as he dipped his head down. Charlie instinctively raised his muzzle and Finn pulled him into a kiss again, his hand squeezing against Charlie's thigh.

This won't be the last time Finn has his way with the boy, but for now he'll let Charlie rest, so he can finish his game later before he has to go home for dinner.