Tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. “Unlock this door right now,” the grizzled grey wolf says, rapping his knuckles against the door. Painted a sky blue and decorated with wooden letters the colour of the rainbow spelling the name Simon.
Click, turn. “Yes sir?” The young wolf looks at the ground and kicks the carpet shyly, his tail wrapped around his waist as he plays with it.
“Just wanted to know what you boys want for dinner.” He reaches out and scratches the boy’s head playfully before he forces his chin up. “I was thinking some steak but.” He points at the small rabbit sitting in front of the television wielding a controller. “I don’t think your friend would eat.”
The rabbit’s ears twitch and he quickly answers, “It’s okay! I’ll just have some vegetables.” He twitches his nose and then resumes furiously pounding on the buttons.
Father and son exchange looks nervously and scratch their heads. “Dude, do we look like we have vegetables?” Simon replies and opens his mouth wide, gently running a finger along the razors in his mouth.
“I think we can get some pizza, half veggie, half—“
“Completely covered in meat!” the wolves agree in unison.
“Plus a full pizza for your old man,” the man adds and rubs his gut, a little out of shape due to his age.
Simon rubs his own rather pudgy belly and looks up at his father. “I think I could eat one all to myself too.” He nods, a grin spanning his face. “Plus Mr. Vegetables probably wouldn’t like eating a pizza that could have meat on it,” he suggests.
“Y-yeah, if you could do that…” the rabbit meekly calls as his character drops dead on the screen, a banner showing up declaring him the loser. “Your turn Simon.” He flops back in the beanbag.
“Alright, I’ll get an extra-large Sir Meats-a-lot for us, and a small vegetarian for Kyle, I’ll let you boys know when it’s here.” Shutting the door behind him he shrugs and whips his phone out to call the pizza place.
Still displaying the loser status on screen Simon collapses on the chair next to his friend and picks up the controller. “Still maining Amane?” he snickers and returns to the character select screen. “All the tier-lists say he’s C-tier at best, just pick Clover.” The friends remain nestled on the beanbag, staring at the screen out of boredom watching the computer fight itself. “I just want dinner to be here already,” he complains and stretches out, kicking his shoes further away.
“I’m getting sleepy already though,” Kyle replies and shifts around, his ears flopping across his friend’s face.
“I can wake you up a bit,” Simon says, shifting around and grabbing one of the big white ears and biting on it playfully. He climbs across the beanbag and whispers, “Do you think we can do it quickly?” Simon kisses his friend on the cheek, wagging his tail excitedly as he finishes climbing over, nestling himself into the seat beside his friend, stroking the rabbit’s chest.
With a heavy gulp Kyle tries to shrug him off and push him away. “T-the door.”
“It’s already locked,” Simon persists and nips him on the nose, sliding his paws down his own brown shorts and removing the clothing below his waist. His dick twitches as it is exposed to the cool wintry air in the room. “Please, it doesn’t have to be too long,” he continues, taking the rabbit’s paw and putting it on his length, humping between the pads. “Oh, oh.” The young wolf’s face screws up as he continues to pleasure himself. “K-Ky kiss me,” he whimpers and begins to dribble cum from his dick, grinding his legs together from the pleasure.
“Be quiet,” Kyle breaks his silence and plants a kiss on his friend’s lips, poking his tongue out and enjoying the moment he can assert some dominance. “Now get your clothes back on,” he says and begins to lick up the warm wolf cum on his paw.
Simon pulls his pants back up quickly, leaving his underwear out of the equation this time. “Thanks for that.” He smiles contently and rolls back onto the opposite side of the chair, resuming his play with the comically sized ear. “I’ll pay you back for that later, okay?”
His own bulge uncomfortably sitting in his underwear Kyle crosses his arms. “You always say you’ll pay me back,” he grumbles. Getting to his feet he yanks down his pants and walks in front of his friend, the rabbit sporting a well-developed and uncut cock.
“That’s because you’re so much bigger,” Simon replies and touches the shaft a few inches from his face, covered in fluids with a bead ready to drip out of the tip already. He opens his mouth as wide as he can, then attempts to put his teeth away from his lips. “Ee? On’t fit,” the words are barely distinguishable as he speaks.
“Please?” Kyle insists and moves his erection a little bit closer, the scent coaxing his friend to move closer and slide his tongue between the slit. Both of them jump as the front door closes with a slam, quickly followed by repetitive knocks on the door.
“Dinner’s here, come out,” Simon’s father shouts as he walks away from the room and into the living room carrying the two pizzas.
“Dammit,” the rabbit whines as his attempt to finally receive reciprocation is thwarted, huffing as he pulls his clothes back up and tucks his length between his legs to suppress the erection.
Simon slowly sits up, his head right at his friend’s crotch. He buries his face into the slight bulge and breathes in deep, careful to keep his mouth tightly sealed to avoid slobbering all over the blue jeans. “Tonight I promise.” The wolf stands up and his lips curve into a smile of joy rather than one of pleasure as he leans into the rabbit and holds him.
“You always promise,” Kyle retorts and pokes his tongue out as he backs away to the door. “We’ll see if you can keep your word this time.” He huffs and leaves his friend, treading into the living room where the old wolf is three slices deep in the extra-large pizza. “Thank you, sir,” Kyle says. He opens his box and begins to pluck the vegetables off, eating them in small nibbles leaving the cheese and sauce covered base behind.
Simon joins them soon enough and plops himself beside his father, picking up a slice and ramming it into his mouth hungrily, the barbeque sauce coming out the sides of his mouth as he eats a second piece right after. “Mmm, it’s so good,” he slurs between mouthfuls.
Eating much more sensibly his father sets the half-eaten slice, of what can hardly be considered anything more than a slab of meat, down. “Simon please eat like you’ve been raised as something more than a feral,” he scalds his son and gently slaps him across the head.
“I’m sorry,” he replies and starts to frown, taking deliberately tiny bites with only him having pizza left.
His father turns the television up and leans back in his chair, shifting until he is comfortable, adjusting his crotch and leaving his bulge clear in his pants. “Hurry up and finish buddy, I need some sleep, and I can’t sleep if I don’t know you boys aren’t out like lights,” he says and covers his face with a big grey paw.
“But it’s a long weekend! We were gonna stay up late playing videogames, you said we could!” Simon protests and throws down his slice with a snarl.
“And I thought I wouldn’t be on call but guess what? Jessica that stupid cow decided that her wedding was more important than saving lives.” Simon’s dad waves his paw and nuzzles his head into the couch backing, growing increasingly tired with each second that passes. “Fat cow,” he continues to grumble. “Thought you herbs were supposed to be skinny, look at a cow and see how they’re all fat?” He chuckles and reaches out, patting Kyle on the shoulder.
“Yes sir.” The rabbit scratches his head nervously while forcing a smile, the sudden drooping of his ears removing any attempt to fool the two wolves.
Leaving behind some of the silver fur the old wolf nervously replies, “Sorry, sorry. Please I’m no sir, just call me Sam. Simon and Sam. Damn I wish I had realised how stupid naming my son Simon would be thirteen years ago.” He masks his face again and shakes his head embarrassed.
“You’re a doctor you can be a sir,” Kyle argues.
“Might be so but do you hear him saying sir?” Sam motions to his son as he finishes up the rest of his meal. “I think the world might end if that happens.”
Simon grins as he stands up, patting his belly to help the food settle faster. “Yup, apocalyptic earthquakes and tsunamis all if I call him si- that.” He points at his dad then approaches him, giving him a tight hug and kissing him on the cheek, intentionally breathing on his face.
“Please brush your teeth buddy.” Sam blows the air away and starts to turn on his side unleashing his tail to disperse the smell. “Goodnight boys,” he says and within moments the man has begun to snore.
Simon repeats the process of blowing on his friend’s face, only causing Kyle to heave and smother his mouth. “Please don’t do that again,” he says and rubs his stomach. “And please do brush your teeth.”
“You’re not my dad,” Simon sings and trots back to his room with a broad smile and ears pointed. He turns to close the door the moment his friend is inside, puckering his lips in anticipation, instead met with a cold stare from the rabbit’s steely blue eyes. “I-I’m sorry?” he questions and looks around, confused. “You are my dad?”
Kyle sits on the bed with arms and legs crossed, his gaze still fixed on the grey wolf standing across the room from him. “I’m not kissing you with your breath reeking of dead animals,” he replies, unfolding his arms and pointing through the wall to where the bathroom is positioned.
“S-sorry,” Simon apologises and lowers his head submissively, leaving his brown furry friend to sit on the bed as he brushes his teeth. He runs his face under the water and scratches an itch behind his ear. “I should’ve just brushed them now he’s gonna be mad and just.” Simon starts to pull on the fur atop his head, taking a deep breath and letting out a small whimper. “I’m just an idiot…” he grumbles between splashes before he starts to brush his teeth, “and I’m stupid.” He jumps into the air as he feels a wet kiss on the ear and a pair of soft paws begin to work into his pants.
“Might be an idiot, but you’re my idiot,” Kyle assures his friend while he plays with his sheath.
“I’m not an idiot you’re the idiot,” Simon replies, twisting around and blowing minty fresh air onto the rabbit’s face. “Better?”
“Not really by much… but it’ll do.” He presses his lips to the wolf, the couple smiling as they cling to one another. “I need to brush my teeth too,” Kyle adds as he produces his toothbrush from his pants.
“No you don’t.” The wolf chucks it into the sink and hoists his friend off the ground, setting him on the toilet and proceeding to bite him all over. “I could just…” Simon kisses each sensitive place in turn as he pulls his pants down to his knees, the tip of his cock poking out and dripping onto Kyle’s crotch.
Kyle brings all his limbs in defensively and shakes his head, a slight tinge of red showing on his cheeks. “Not in here, that’s gross,” he whispers and hastily pushes his excited friend away.
Yanking his pants up and tucking his length back away Simon grumbles and follows the tease back to his room. The moment they have entered he has the door locked and barricaded with his bedside table. Before even making it onto the bed Kyle has been pounced onto, landing on the carpet and having his ears invaded and teased with the gentle licks and nips of his lover. “Honey, you’re such a tease,” Simon says as he undresses the helpless rabbit.
“Honey is for b-bears!” Kyle squeaks, a moan escaping as he is exposed.
“What should I call you then?” Simon taunts as he starts to undress, his tail swaying once it is free from the hole in the pants it is slotted through. “My bunny?” He fondles his friend’s package until it is stiff and then settles down on his lap, rubbing their lengths together, their pubescent hormones causing plenty of pre-cum to leak everywhere.
Pressed together and letting the dominant wolf work their sensitive shafts up and down, Kyle grinds his teeth in determinant focus to hold back the force swollen inside. Their cocks drenched in pre Simon pushes forward, laying on top of his friend and rocking his hips, what little friction remains adding to the pleasure. With his paws free to do whatever, Simon cups his friend’s soft oval face, prying open the gritted teeth and proceed to kiss him deeply. The moment his focus is broken the rabbit begins to wriggle on his back, unleashing a stream of cum onto his belly. Kyle begins to paw at the bigger boy, too embarrassed to speak and disappoint him. “Y-your dad’s buzzer’s going off,” he breaks his silence as he hears the distinct noise.
The warning is either unheard or ignored as his mate picks up the pace, vigorously sliding their slippery dicks in tandem until a low growl escapes and Simon bursts a healthy load across his friend. He buries his muzzle into the rabbit’s neck and bites down on it playfully, gnawing and continuing to grind until his knot has burst free and with it even more cum. “A-ah ow,” he whines and pulls away, scurrying back and inspecting the unexpected extra length.
A knock on the door startles him and he yanks the blanket off his bed to cover up. “Boys, they need me back at work. I called your mother, but nobody answered so I’ll trust you two not to get in trouble,” he says. “Good, don’t open the door for anyone unless it’s me,” Sam instructs as he fails to push open his son’s door. “I’ll be back as soon as they let me.” With those words he leaves the house, using the deadbolt to ensure that only he should be able to get in without their help.
“Man, we could’ve been as loud as we wanted now!” Simon complains as he throws the cover off and crawls back over to his still naked friend. “Now to prove I’m no liar,” he says and picks up the flaccid rod and slides his lips over it. 
“Stoooop!” Kyle protests and pulls the wolf off his sensitive shaft. “Y-you already made me cum,” he shyly admits.
“So you did.” He doesn’t seem surprised as he bats the semi-hard penis. “We could’ve stopped if you wanted.” Simon lays at his side and throws one leg over the bunny, nestling in close to his friend.
“You wouldn’t have even if I said so.”