Summer heat clings to the night in a stubborn fashion as despite the dozens of trees surrounding the property, there is no breeze to cool the air. A cab rolls down the dusty, pebble addled driveway with constant rocking that shakes its passenger awake. With a groggy yawn the man lifts his head and scans his surroundings, a smile flashing across his white muzzle to reveal two bucked teeth. The car comes to a halt behind a blue sedan, the driver looking back to say, “That will be sixty-three dollars.” His nose is pink and narrow, standard to the rest of his species down to the smudges of pink protruding a little too far from his lips at their corners.
“That’s a little much considering it was only fifty last time I took a cab out here,” he replies. Shifting out of the back seat and taking his wallet out of his right pocket, the man produces the exact amount and passes it through the window.
The driver shrugs rather indignantly and thrusts his head towards the rear of the car as it opens with a pop. Striding to the back and plucking each of the three suitcases out, the man closes the trunk and hauls his things aside barely in time for the car to reverse directly out of the driveway before it screams out of view. Raising an eyebrow at the man’s behaviour and picking two of his bags by their handles, he is met by the pleasant sight of his friend and his adoptive son standing on the porch.
“Go on Evan, go help him with the bags,” the feline remarks and provides a gentle nudge with his elbow out of view of their guest.
Evan grins half-heartedly as his feet drag down each of the three steps, trudging across the dying grass to meet the man. “Hi Elliot,” he flashes a smile and takes up the smallest of the bags, his blue eyes never daring to wander past the man’s chest.
“Hey Evan.” Reaching a hand to touch Evan’s shoulder, he offers a gentle rub before hauling the other two bags along in pursuit of his helper. Upon hitting the bottom of the steps Elliot is met with a tight embrace as the man leaps down to hold him. His right hand detaches from the suitcase and he holds his friend in close, planting a ginger kiss on his cheek as his paw gently trails up and down the black shirt. “Hi handsome.” Elliot smiles and his head tilts to the side, admiring the feline standing not even two inches away.
The burning blush makes its way through the grey fur as he backs onto the porch and turns away, fiddling with his glasses to mask embarrassment. Evan’s eyes roll into the back of his head before he enters the house and abandons the bag at the foot of the interior stairs. “Sorry about Everette.”
“Nothing to worry about Ollie,” he says and offers a friendly pat on the shoulder. His hand settles there for a while, brushing the head-fur around his neck aside before leaning in to kiss it.
A shudder breaks the feline’s trance and snaps him back to reality, the grey-striped tail flicking a couple of times as he steps inside. “Need anything to eat, drink?” He scratches his head rather coyly, eyes scanning the floor for any wayward hazards as he walks.
Already plopped down on the sofa and stretched out watching television Everette replies, “I’d love a nice warm drink of milk.” The fox smirks and shifts onto his side a tad, wetting his lips while he watches the screen – a homemade recording of the same fox in the nude wagging his tail.
“Everette,” Oliver panics and snatches the remote, flipping the channel and turning on a cartoon starring a family of blue dogs and their familial antics. Elliot’s eyes are fixed on the painting resting above the three-seated sofa, averted swiftly upon recognizing the subject of the video. “So, do you need a drink?” he forces a chuckle and tries masking the terror behind a smile.
“It’s nothing you haven’t shown me, stop stressing so much Ollie,” Elliot replies and settles down on the single-seated recliner. “Come here sweetie.”
Oliver shuffles over to his friend’s lap and takes a seat between his legs, melting into the paws kneading out the knots in his shoulders. His relaxation is cut short by the scent of sweat hitting his nose, blurting out, “Smelliot, go shower.”
A snicker escapes the fox and his head perks up with a smile, watching his father pull away from the other man and sit at the boy’s feet. “Rub my feetsies?” Everette settles his feet in his father’s lap and wiggles the brown toes, purposefully massaging around the crotch.
Lifting the collar of his shirt and giving it a small sniff Elliot says, “I’m gonna go have a shower.” As Elliot stands his black leather shoes thump the carpet and shake the thin stand the television sits on.
“Hun have you gone and made up your room yet? Or gotten your room ready for Elliot?” Oliver shifts his ire onto the cub attempting to work open the zipper on his pants.
Everette’s eyebrows draw together and he crosses his arms. The ploy to procrastinate his task and eviction from his room foiled by the gentle reminder. “No sir,” he answers with a drawn-out sigh. “I don’t know where any of the clean sheets are, we wouldn’t want our guest sleeping on my dirty stuff would we?”
“I’ve probably slept in worse with your father,” Elliot quips, heaving the heaviest suitcase upstairs behind him and dumping it at the top to lean against the wall.
“Why can’t he sleep with you then, hm?” he interrogates and sits upright, prodding his father in the chest.
“It’s summer, it’s way too hot to be cuddled while trying to sleep,” Oliver chuckles, tilting his head to one side. He interlocks his fingers with the boy and leans closer, placing a kiss on his son’s black nose. “Please sweetie, go get it ready.”
His shorts hike up around his crotch as he fidgets onto his knees, the orange fur covering his legs bristling as he aggressively proceeds to kiss his father on the lips. Pushing his weight on top and playfully nipping with each of the man’s attempts to pull away. “Daddy, can’t I just sleep with you then?” Everette asks, a flutter of his blue eyes tucked behind his square glasses.
Oliver’s pants are taut with an erection pitched against his son’s belly, being teased by the boy’s purposeful rocking and sultry moans. “E-Evan quit it,” he says, less than composed as each warm breath down his neck drives him crazier. “Room please, the sheets are in the closet of the spare room.” Oliver gulps and reaches between himself and his son to push the erection out of its tent and into the leg of his underpants.
Efforts dashed by his father’s renewed reluctance Everette lowers his head and nods obediently. “Yes sir,” he sighs and slinks off the sofa.
Nude in the bathroom Elliot cracks open the door and calls, “Ollie where’s the towels?” Only two are hung in the spacious room, both obviously used and left hanging to dry by the house’s occupants.
“Ev—” Oliver relents and rolls off the couch and carries the final bag upstairs, the cub having already taken the second and ditched it in front of the guest’s would be room.
The spare room’s door is sealed shut, the sound of huffing and smacking lips is accompanied by the creak of the bed. “It’s too hot,” Everette mimics his father, stripping the sheets off the spare double mattress and tossing them into the corner.
Oliver’s head is pressed to the door, a dour expression as he hears the bitter tone in his son’s voice. He enters the room with a blank expression and takes a towel from the closet as quickly and quietly as possible, his son sitting snobbishly on the bed and refusing to acknowledge him. “Towel.” Oliver knocks on the bathroom door, to which Elliot opens it wide. The feline’s hazel eyes drop immediately to his friend’s crotch to the inviting view, the rabbit standing with a flaccid uncut cock on display for his host. Still aroused by his son’s earlier affections Oliver rushes forward and proceeds to desperately kiss the man, paws wandering down to grope the chubby behind and pull the cheeks apart before pushing them back together.
Taking a few careful steps backward into the centre of the bathroom, Oliver kicks the door closed and whips around to lock it. Elliot seizes the opportunity, embracing the man from behind and groping his erect cock through the top of his pants and providing a few quick strokes. “Fuck I’ve missed you,” he says, stripping Oliver to bare and dragging his tongue over the now exposed rear end.
“Nn, El I’m not ready,” Oliver moans as his ass is made slick with a quick lick laden with saliva.
The rabbit has gone from flaccid to completely erect in an instant, kneeling behind his friend and keeping a narrow view on the delectable pink hole. “But it’s so nice,” he remarks and begins to tenderly flit his tongue over and around the button. Elliot begins to stand, kissing along the fine grey fur lining Oliver’s back up to the man’s neck and holding his cock between the feline’s cheeks. “Don’t worry.” He pulls away and twirls his host around to land a passionate kiss, their tongues mingling while their cocks fight as both parties desperately hump against the other. His paws rest at Oliver’s hips and their exchange settles significantly.
“You’re still smelly.” Oliver traces a paw up and over the rabbit’s long black ear. “Mind if I join you?” he asks. Despite standing approximately the same height on equal footing, Oliver crouches slightly to nestles his head beneath the white fuzzy chin.
“You know you never have to ask,” Elliot laughs and turns the shower on through the slightly ajar glass door before immersing himself under the warm water, holding the door for his companion. Their fur instantly slicks down under the pressure, fur and particulate catching in the bottom as the Elliot brushes and washes the feline from top to toe without a fuss. Each pass of the brush sends a shiver through him, delighted by the affection and care. “There you go.” Elliot adjusts the nozzle to give a final wash out of the shampoo coating Oliver’s fur.
Returning the favour and helping to wash the rabbit clean, Oliver lingers around the man’s crotch with his scrubbing, eyes transfixed on the cock semi-hard in his paws. He gulps and sets the shower head on the floor, kneeling and pursing his lips around the uncut length. It’s met with a few light rubs on the head, and fingers brushing through the darkest of the grey fur between his ears. “Mmm, ahh,” Oliver moans between trips along the cock, struggling to control the over-eager thrusts as the man occasionally hits the back of his throat making him gag. After the third time he pulls off coughing and wipes his mouth, the erection still dripping in front of him in anticipation. Standing and unveiling his erection Oliver shimmy’s his way around the slightly older man, placing his hard cock between the plump cheeks and hotdogging between them. “Can I?”
The small white tail twitches in agreement and Elliot shuts the water off, bending forward slightly and pressing against the wall while his ass juts out. He nods and brings his arm to his mouth to muffle the grunts and gasps as the feline’s tip starts to spread his entrance. A foreign feeling as the only manner of receiving it comes from the man now smearing water and precum over the still tight entrance. “Breathe, push back against it,” Oliver instructs, and the hole gives way. “Fuck yes,” he says with a satisfied moan as his head is swallowed. Each moment of pressure is met with mixed reactions from the rabbit, some high-pitched delight mixed with groans and flinches of discomfort as Oliver pursues him flat against the wall. “Been a while.” His teeth clench as he hilts, paws grasped around Elliot’s waist to sink it as deep as he can go.
All but surrendering to the pleasure and moaning with intent, Elliot reaches his arm back around and clutches the other man in close. “Fuck me harder,” he pleads. “Don’t pull out, I want it in me.” Oliver obeys and thrusts as quickly and deeply as he can in the position, both paws grasping onto some of the thick behind and spreading it apart. He holds a moment and admires the view of his cock half-sunk into the rabbit’s rear-end before thumping in once again. Pushing as hard against the wall and pinning his lover between him, Oliver clamps his teeth around the darker fur of Elliot’s neck and begins to orgasm. Thick spurts of semen rocket out and his testicles tighten as his balls empty inside the rarely spoilt asshole. A satisfied moan lets the man know his partner has finished, the tiles in front of Elliot a slightly whiter shade of blue – covered in a mess to rival even the rowdiest of men.
Oliver remains glued inside, running his paw up through the black fur of his lover’s back and over his head. With a weak groan Elliot turns to meet a kiss, a gentle rock of the hips as the man continues to subtly fuck the cum deeper. “Did you need that as much as I did?” he queries, the edge of his mouth curving into a smirk.
“You’ve got that one out there,” Elliot replies, letting his head tilt back.
“Sometimes a nice tight ass is what the doctor ordered though,” Oliver chuckles, finally pulling out and witnessing some of the semen dribble down the wet taint.
“Gonna clean your mess?” Elliot shakes his tail and juts his hips back towards the newly exhausted man. The shower door pushes open to allow the stream to evacuate, Oliver crouching to align his mouth with the dripping rear-end. His rough tongue slurps and swirls around the still slightly gaping entrance delightfully, running his paws along the rabbit’s outer thighs. He finishes with a smack of his lips as his flaccid cock drips the last few beads of cum. Elliot turns and assists his feline friend to his feet, kissing the smaller man. His face turns as the semen is swapped into his maw.
Oliver breaks the kiss before it can be pushed back, gulping what he’d kept before nestling belly to belly with his love. “Fall for it every time,” he chuckles, backing out of the shower and draping the beige towel around his waist. He tosses the fresh towel to Elliot before slipping out of the bathroom.
Strutting out naked and drying his hair as he takes the few steps to the room, Elliot nudges open the door open and drops the towel. An innumerable number of times sleeping in it leaves him shocked to find it no longer a pastel blue, the matching sheets he’d bought replaced with plain white cotton. Nothing remains the same, now an enormous closet built against the far wall lined with mirrors to reflect the room. His bags are arranged beside the king-size mattress and he pulls out a pair of black shorts and a grey t-shirt, pulling them on before lugging the smallest of his bags out of the room. Despite its size it is quite heavy, tightly packed with an assortment of goods – video games, toys, candy, and clothes for the two he’s staying with.
A home without neighbours or judgement the father and son are naked from head to toe, nestled in the corner of the sofa. Everette’s eyes flutter open and closed, soothed by the loving caresses along his bare white belly. His chest rising and falling at a smooth pace, with a smile of euphoria. “Isn’t he adorable?” Oliver asks, his hazel eyes fixed on the fox’s resting face.
Elliot stifles a laugh and sits at the opposite end of the pair, running his hand over the boy’s foot-paws. “When you said you were gonna adopt a kid I thought you were dumb,” he remarks. “I guess it’s fine if he’s dumb, too.” The two men chuckle, and the boy’s face turns sour – the blue eyes appearing and attempting to burn a hole through the one mocking him.
“He’s a good kid.” Oliver’s paw settles around the cub’s crotch, picking up the flaccid uncut member and pulling the foreskin down.
Turning onto his side a tad and seizing his father’s paw, Everette mumbles, “Daddy…” The display in the corner of the television shows 22:48, a solid hour past the boy’s typical bed time. His limbs droop as what little strength wanes beneath the weight of exhaustion.
“I brought you guys a couple things, but we should probably wait for him to not be… that,” Elliot says. As the night carries on the two watch cartoons, both children at heart with perverted minds for the characters on the shows. A sleep schedule set to the opposite side of the world Elliot feels nothing of the fatigue either of his companions hold. Oliver and Everette sleeping cosily together, the warm summer air keeping them comfortably warm so long as the air conditioner maintains the current temperature.
Awakening with a jolt and nearly falling from the sofa around 4am, Everette whips his head around. His heart thunders as he spots the intruder creeping through the doorway. The inadequate lighting from upstairs provides little definition for the figure, however the silhouette of the large ears brings a wave of relief to the startled cub. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Elliot settles onto the recliner, now better illuminated by the still active television – completely muted though subtitles scroll across the screen.
“No problem,” Everette grumbles, twisting until he is face first in his father’s belly. He rests flat if not for a slight rise to his hips, practically inviting any would-be perverts to play with him. Elliot takes the light blanket stashed beside the sofa and lays it over the cub up to his neck and gently kisses Oliver’s forehead.
The creak of the sofa and squirm resulting in a gentle bump to his crotch breaks the feline out of his presumed nap. He shuffles from beneath his son and adjusts the boy to rest more directly on the couch, rubbing his watery eyes and reaching behind to grab the circular frames to pop on his face. “Hey El. What’s the time?” he asks. Elliot holds up five fingers at first, then brings a lone one to his mouth to suggest silence. “Evan, baby, come on, go up to bed.” Oliver taps the crown of his son’s head, met with a light bite on his exposed belly in turn. The sky is still immersed in the black shroud of night, with barely a whisper on the open air to disturb them.
“I’m gonna go grab some sleep.” Elliot stands and kicks the leg-rest down. “Want me to carry him to bed?” he asks, ear twitching at the faintest sound before he peels back to reveal the cub sucking on Oliver’s half-erection like a pacifier.
Everette’s moans are stifled by the cock settled in his maw, eyes still glued shut and breathing in the same rhythm for the past several hours. “I can’t send him to bed without a snack, can I?” Oliver queries, easing his son a little further along his cock.
“He’s definitely got you figured out,” Elliot replies and offers a gentle pat on the cub’s head. “Wake me up later.” He watches for a moment as Everette’s head slips back and forth, his plump rear exposed and accentuated by the wide hips begging to become handlebars. Resting flaccid beneath and pulled back below his crotch his cock dribbles on the sofa.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind having you,” Oliver says, pulling apart the boy’s cheeks and providing an unimpeded view.
Elliot takes a final deep breath and drags his eyes off the cub’s tempting privates. “I’m not about to fuck your son Ollie. I’ll see you in the morning,” he replies and departs the room, pushing the erection down in self-imposed disgust.
Shifting on the couch until his crotch is directly beneath the boy’s face, Oliver brushes his claws through the fine blond hair. His hips gyrate slowly, moaning as Everette’s tongue dances around his circumcised cock. “Ahn…” he sighs with relief as he orgasms, only a couple of small spurts of cum finding their way down the boy’s throat.
Everette at last pries his face from the grey fur. “Didya like that?” His paw wraps around the still soggy shaft and plays with it, milking the last few drops and gulping them down.
“Mhm, would been better if he gave it to you though huh?”
Nodding his agreement and pulling his ass apart, Everette looks over his shoulder. “He likes to see me, and you fucking me, but I guess he’s embarrassed or somethin’.” He shrugs and slips off the couch. “I don’t have to go to school today, right?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about next week though. You can stay home. Not like anything’s done before holidays,” Oliver says, pushing forward and following his son upstairs.
***
Oliver jostles the front door open and tosses his keys towards the living room, stripping out of the suit and tie the moment he steps inside. He backs against the door in a pair of white briefs, a hot coffee still clutched in his right paw. The cut cock flops around with his journey upstairs, delicately opening the door to the guest’s room and treading carefully up to the bed. “Morning Ollie.”
Elliot’s words cause him to jump, spilling a little bit of the warm coffee on the nightstand. “Dammit El,” he grumbles, resting a paw over is furiously pounding heart. “Brought you coffee.”
“What time is it?”
“Ten, just got back from dropping Evan off at school and dealing with the bank. Figured I’d bring you home your favourite,” Oliver replies, pulling back the blanket.
The rabbit’s right eye creaks open, met with an ample view of the feline’s cock as he slips into bed beside him. “You know how to make me happy,” Elliot says, extending his arm over the man’s waist. Oliver blushes and nestles in closely to the exposed chest, a blend of black and white fur meeting around Elliot’s neck. Grasping the coffee and hauling it over his bedfellow, he takes a sip and wriggles onto his back despite Oliver’s groans of protest. “Think I can get a blowjob?” Their eyes meet, a grin spanning the rabbit’s white-furred face as he chuckles, “Kidding. What’s the plan today?”
Still resting on his side Oliver slips his paws into the orange-banded underwear keeping Elliot’s package secure. “Give you that blowjob, see how it goes from there,” he says, dipping beneath the blanket and pulling the length free through the front. Oliver slides the cock between his lips towards the base, leaving some room for his paw to grasp and work in tandem. Suckle. Slurp. Creak. Moan. Slurp. Gulp. Creak. Elliot’s free paw rests between the two, pointed grey ears, kneading on the soft head-fur and providing gently encouraging humps. Gulp. Gag. Slurp. Suckle. Creak. Elliot finishes with a sigh and a final thrust, Oliver’s throat clamping around the thick cockhead as it begins to push down. Rope after rope coating the back of his oesophagus as he obediently drinks the semen as it comes. Pulling away with a hearty and wet slurp as his tight muzzle clings to the erection, Oliver crawls from beneath the blanket, head atop the rabbit’s chest. His cock dribbles all over the man’s belly, comfortably grinding away with legs saddled on either side. One paw gripping the coffee cup, and the other gripping Oliver’s behind, Elliot takes a sip and prompts his lover to hasten with a firm squeeze. The bed-frame creaks as the feline happily humps his cock between the fine furs of the rabbit’s belly, moaning desperately before he sputters out a few droplets in orgasm.
“How was that?” Elliot finishes the remainder of his drink and drops the cup on the stand beside them.
“Think you needed that more than I needed last night,” Oliver says, hips wiggling to more comfortably rest around the slightly bulkier waist. His exposed ass hovers dangerously close to the rabbit’s underwear, and a few gentle rubs with a wet finger over his tight ring elicit a sharp gasp.
“Wouldn’t mind some of that too.” Elliot draws the finger along the grey striped tail draped over the bed beside him.
Immediately once the finger has passed away from his entrance Oliver rolls to the side and sighs. His tense shoulders melt with relief as he replies, “If you want to fuck anyone, Evan’s happy to entertain.”
“I told you last night, I’m not about to fuck your son.” Elliot kicks off the fine blue blanket and shuffles towards the end of the bed where his shorts had found a new home. “Where are my good sheets, anyway? I managed to get the blanket but couldn’t find my sheets,” he complains.
Oliver hangs his head, a tinge of blush to his cheeks as he creeps to the end of the mattress. “My sheets now,” he replies. “No use leaving them in here when that kid will make a mess on them.”
“They’re not getting messy in your bed?”
“I keep ‘em clean. Besides, I prefer fucking him in here,” Oliver explains, pointing at the mirrored wardrobe doors. “Gives a nice view.”
Elliot finishes putting on his shorts and pulls the wrinkled shirt out from the folds of the blanket and tosses it in the corner. He watches the ground with a pensive stare, eyebrows pushed together. “It’s nice to be able to relax.” Elliot’s broad shoulders slump slightly, though the constant tenseness of his muscles remains clear. “I should probably call, find out if anything’s happened since I left.”
Oliver positions himself at the edge of the bed and lovingly drapes both arms around the rabbit’s waist. “You deserve a break, El. Your business partner can handle it, I’m sure. Everyone else has gotten time off, it’s only fair you get some time too.”
“I started it, I couldn’t ju—”
“You’re here now,” Oliver interrupts, his index finger pressed over Elliot’s lips. “Let’s unpack your things.” His paw trails down to the anxiously bouncing leg, stopping it dead with a comforting grip.
Teeth clenched around his tongue Elliot nods in agreement, laying his white paw atop the grey one. Opening the first of the larger bags reveals several tightly bundled rolls of clothing, arranged by colour with shirts on the top half. Below is a mixture of navy blue and black trousers, followed by each colour in jeans. Oliver takes the more formal shirts and sets them aside for ironing, while Elliot hangs the rest of his clothes in the empty part of the wardrobe. A pair of pants slips through over the smooth edges of the hanger and falls at the bottom, and as Elliot picks them up, he notices a black box concealed by the darkness and tucked in the corner. He fixes the pants and pulls the box out curiously, setting it at his feet before turning to take the socks and underwear to throw in the drawers. The box is roughly a foot across all dimensions and weighs around ten pounds by his estimation, with the rustle of papers as Elliot carries it downstairs.
“What’s in the box?” Oliver asks, smoothing out a black shirt with a faint diagonal pattern of silver lines.
“Found it in the closet.” Elliot shrugs and sets it on the lounge, popping off the lid. Inside, the box is filled with homework, marked with red ink and a blend of checkmarks and crosses. ‘B-, C+, C.’ The trend is bucked with an occasional ‘A+’ on lengthier writing pieces. He smiles and looks admirably across the room at the befuddled feline. “It’s all his homework stuff, got yourself a little Shakespeare,” he comments with a smile, piling the uniform papers and pulling them out neatly.
“English is definitely his favourite class,” Oliver replies. Elliot’s peaceful expression is cut short with a deep inhale followed by a sigh as the true contents of the box are laid bare. “What?” Oliver queries the quick shift, eyes widening as a rather sizeable dildo is pulled free and set on display. “What the hell?” His pitch shakes with alarm.
Elliot takes another toy out carefully, an anal-plug four inches long and just as thick by the end. “Looks like he’s up to more than you know Ollie.”
“I’d never let him even dare get something like that! I’m not trying to kill the kid,” Oliver protests, turning the iron off and rushing to investigate the box.
Jake. 8. Elliot picks up the seeming scrap of paper and flips it over, eyes rolling back into his head before meeting Oliver with a glare. He reveals the opposite side to the boy’s father, who turns away, embarrassed. Inside the box are dozens more pictures, with a variety of names and ages, spanning from 8 through to 18, the majority fellow middle-schoolers closer to his age. Of the six names, there’s at least four pictures with each boy – the two boys younger than the fox receiving his growing, pubescent cock, while those the same age and older all eagerly fuck the boy’s behind. Hidden beneath the remainder of the pictures, there is a small black bag. Elliot dreads picking it up, but his curious nature demands closure. Inside there is a high-definition web-cam, whose purpose is obvious by the boy’s overly secretive nature of it. “That little shit, that’s where that went,” Oliver grumbles and snatches it back.
“Ollie, hun. I… think you’re gonna have to talk to him about this,” Elliot says, collecting the rest of the pictures and setting them aside.
“You don’t say? Fuck, I wasn’t. How couldn’t I realize what was going on?” Oliver runs a paw through his hair and begins to tug on the darker grey locks. “This is my fault, I never should’ve let him talk me into it. I might lose him if someone finds out.” The anguish and fear break through to the surface, tears soaking into the fur around the hazel eyes.
Beneath the final photographs rest a handful of SD cards, small writing to indicate which sessions and which of the boys were involved. Elliot palms the three cards and resolves to conceal their existence from the frantic feline. “Sit down, let me grab you a drink,” Elliot replies, his soothing voice bringing with it a wave of relief. As he steps out of view, he slips the cards into his pocket only to return bearing two colas. “We can talk to him together if you want.” The cushion bounces as his rear thumps on the sofa, passing a soda to his friend.
“I thought… letting him have his own sorta space was the right thing,” Oliver explains. “I didn’t want to smother him like an overbearing parent.” The can cracks open and he takes a long gulp, halfway through before he takes a breath. “What the hell do I even say?”
“You can’t say not to do it, he’ll just want to do it more that way. I guess just tell him the risks,” Elliot replies, offering a supportive tussle of the fur. “And to not take pictures of it.” He taps a toe on the stack of photographs, scattering them across the carpet.
Oliver leans over the edge of the couch and buries his face in both paws, his glasses pushing against the damp fur. A slight gap between them leaves the photos still visible, unable to draw his gaze away from the cubs engaging in such lewd activities. “Man, he’s probably gonna end up pissy that it was found,” Oliver groans.
“I’ll say I found it, don’t worry about that.” Elliot plants a kiss on the crest of Oliver’s head. "Not a lie, either." Oliver relaxes across the couch and his angel's lap, rolling onto his back. Not since the shower has he worn a shred of clothing in the house. Enjoying the freedom of unabashed naturalism, Oliver's flaccid, circumcised cock droops over his leg. Elliot's fingers trace through the hair, gently grazing the edges of the triangular ears and causing them to twitch. Slipping from stress to bliss knocks him out in a mere moment. Carefully picking the circular frames free of the tabby's pink nose, Elliot sets them aside. Watching TV in sustained silence for the remainder of the day, and at some point freeing himself from beneath the man, Elliot catches the time. 2:29. He takes the phone stashed beside the couch seconds before it begins to buzz to life, turning the alarm off. Oliver remains undisturbed, lost to the realm of dreams -- quite pleasant judging by the erection springing from his crotch.
Elliot sneaks out of the house with keys in hand, starting the journey to pick the fox up from school. It's not a long trip, but quite scenic with the trees in full bloom. The quiet town suits the two men, even Elliot's home a world away is cut off from civilization for the most part. Tucked away on a plot of land surrounded by trees that barricade all up the driveway, with ample yard space. Pulling up to the school gates a few minutes after the ending bell has broken nature's serenity, Everette trots to the car and swings open the door. "Trotski, report card signed for next week." The boy's teacher, a middle-aged female hare with lengthy brown hair, stands over his shoulder.
Everette freezes as he moves to pass it across to the driver, realizing his father is not there. "Hey d-dad, do you mind signing it for me now?" Elliot exchanges a glance with the cub, a forced smile plastered on his face.
The woman crouches slightly and peeks through the open door, the tint on the windows all but blacking out vision from the outside. "Good afternoon," she says. "Are you the elusive father?"
Everette's face strains to maintain the same expression, eyes begging for the man to play along. "Pass it here buddy," Elliot's reply breaks the bated breath the boy was holding. "Nice to meet you." He leans across the seat and shakes the woman's paw politely. The console holds a pen which he uses to scribble his signature, simply a flourished set of his initials ETR.
"Shouldn't you take it home to discuss?" She queries in alarm.
Elliot gives a coy shrug and smile. "Ma'am, he's not failing anything. For being adopted I'd say he's doing well," he replies.
Her mouth closes in pensive contemplation, eyebrows pushing together in a frown. She goes to speak but remains silent and nods in agreement instead. "Bye!" Everette sings before he closes the door in her face. The door locks and the pair sit in silence. Classic after classic plays on the radio, both singing every line internally but afraid to break the silence with their awkward company. The ten-minute drive feels like an eternity, but as they hit the driveway Everette says, “Please don’t tell dad about the report card.” His blue eyes fixed on his sneakers, voice laden with hesitation.
Setting the car in park, Elliot turns to face the fox and replies, “Only if you listen to what your dad says.” Before the cub can respond he is out of the car and up the steps to the front door, pushing inside. Oliver remains in the same position he’d been left, dribbling on the couch in his birthday suit. As the door slams shut however, he bolts upright and frantically looks around for an indication of the time. Everette appears in the archway and holds his head low, trudging toward his father.
Oliver’s head droops equally, folding his arms around the boy’s waist. “Sorry hun, El was putting his stuff away and found your… little box,” he says, pointing at the cube sitting a few feet away.
Panic sets in and Everette stiffens like a plank of wood. “T-that’s okay,” his voice quakes, a forced laugh to mask the rising anxiety.
“Stop taking pictures if you’re gonna fuck other kids,” Elliot interrupts their exchange, lightly clipping the fox over the ears while doing the same to Oliver. “And don’t steal your dad’s things either.” His assertive yet playful manner breaks the tense atmosphere.
“D-don’t speak to—” Everette’s protest is cut off with a stare and the sight of the pen with which the card was signed.
“If someone else had found it, I could’ve lost you. And maybe gone to prison hun,” Oliver explains. His eyes glaze over slightly, the lack of his glasses causing him to strain. “But they didn’t. So just… please don’t go doing it anymore.”
“Sorry dad, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I promise it won’t happen again,” he says, draping his arms over his father’s shoulders.
Oliver nods, fumbling around for his glasses to the side and pushing them on. “Alright sweetie.” In the two years since becoming father and son, neither has yet to break a promise once it has been made. “If you wanna get fucked just ask,” he says, providing a lewd squeeze down the back of the boy’s beige cargo pants.
With an exaggerated groan the cub pulls away and then removes his pants with a huff. He stands bold in simple white underpants, clinging very tightly to his package and leaving little to the imagination with the clear outline around his penis. “What about the pervert?” Everette juts his finger at the rabbit watching. It’s met with another swift clip over the tip of the ear, causing him to flinch and scowl. “Don’t you wanna fuck me yet?” he asks, setting a paw on his waist expectantly.
“I’m not fucking your son,” Oliver repeats the statement, paw mimicking a mouth.
“That,” Elliot agrees.
“Well it’s time for my after-school shag, right dad?” Everette drops his underwear to his ankles, flaccid uncut willy dangling between his thighs. He lifts each leg and shakes the white fabric off before pulling his torso free, shedding the baggy brown t-shirt. As the only one clothed Elliot begins to feel the noose of his shirt, over-dressed considering the company. A smirk crosses the cub’s face as he bends forward before his father and spreads his cheeks, spanking himself with a giddy moan. “Daddy, don’t you wanna punish me?” His sing-song tone and the spread of his cheeks is met with a lustful yank on his hips.
Oliver’s previously flaccid dick now standing at attention and aimed directly at the target on Everette’s backside. “Be a good boy and do what you do best,” he says.
The cub looks over his shoulder, a quizzical look and wry smile. Grabbing his orange and white furred tail, he hikes it up and shudders as the entrance is pulled open slightly. His hips inch back toward the erection, gasping as the lightly soaked tip prods the entrance. Everette’s asshole quivers along with his knees, barely getting half the head inside before retreating. “I-I think we might need some lube dad.”
“I was trying not to spoil his ass for you, El,” Oliver admits, seizing the boy’s cheeks with each paw and pulling them wide. Saliva drips from between his lips landing at the top of the entrance before being smeared around by the feline’s cockhead. “I know how much you want to enjoy a sweet little virgin boy’s ass,” Oliver taunts.
Elliot blushes and turns away, heart leaping into his chest. “Oliver.” He gulps nervously, however the bulge in his shorts betrays the attempts to play righteous indignation.
“It’s not too late to say yes,” Oliver says, adjusting his hips to realign his cock with the cub’s ring.
“Daddy,” Everette plays up the pitch in his voice, pushing onto the end of the man’s wet penis. Tail still hiked up he pushes hard against the adult head, every millimetre met with a higher moan until the end slips in with a pop and his ring firmly clamps around the edge. He drops his tail, hole immediately clenching tighter and eliciting a delighted sigh from Oliver as the cub steps back slightly.
The throbbing erection proves too great for Elliot as he fails to adjust it into a comfortable position. Only finding reprieve by pulling it free of his pants and allowing it to rest on display in saturated glory at the mere observance of the pair. “Go on,” he says, moving from the single-seated couch and settling beside Oliver.
“Too late, dad gets to have his fun first,” Everette dismisses the rabbit with mock snobbishness. He looks over the uncut length, similar in size to his father, albeit noticeably thicker from the head through to the base of his shaft. His eyes linger on the erection despite the fact he is gradually slipping further along Oliver’s cock. The brown toes curl beneath his feet as a high-pitched moan breaks free of his muzzle. The inside of his anus clings to every ridge and bump of the adult cock as it penetrates deeper, an uncontrollable yelp as the slightly thicker mid-point enters. “Did you miss fucking me, dad?”
Oliver’s paws wander around his son’s backside, squeezing the firm cheeks and pulling them open to provide an unobstructed view to their observer. “You bet. I missed your ass being tight like the first time too though.” His slippery pink tongue dangles from his maw, saliva dripping from the corners as lust rises in the feline’s loins. The grey paws grapple Everette’s inner thighs, each thumb rubbing the opposite side of the fox’s cubhood. His pace starts to quicken, toying with the boy’s backside and keeping it a rather shallow fuck – never pushing past the halfway mark. “There we go, you like that hun?”
The cub’s moans quiet down, however they are replaced with laboured breathing as Everette shifts his weight between each foot. “D-dad I need lube,” Everette says, pulling away from his father’s cock until the head has popped free.
“That’s not like my little man, come on sweetheart,” Oliver replies, petting his lap invitingly and stroking his cock expectantly.
Elliot licks his lips at the sight of them both: Everette’s ring slightly agape, bent over as he rummages for lubricant beneath the television. Oliver’s cock twitches, proudly erect although fading fast without the stimulation of his son’s warm hole. Elliot’s left paw idly runs along his shaft, drenched with precum unlike the other man’s predominantly dry length. “You ever sucked two at once?” he asks.
The orange ears perk up and he whips around with wide eyes. “Nope!” Everette forgets his search and dives to his knees at the front of the sofa.
“I’m not feelin’ it El, sorry,” Oliver relents, his penis finally drooping flaccid between his thighs.
Everette remains undeterred, settling his muzzle before the thicker cock and opening it wide. His thick tongue is pushed over the bottom teeth to provide a smooth entrance. Elliot obliges the thirsty fox and angles his cock forward, the tip guided over the soft palate of the maw as he perks up to fit it comfortably. His tongue wraps around and cleans off the accumulated excitement, purring loudly as his tail swishes over the carpet. The boy’s lips push the foreskin down and he suckles around the cusp of the developed man, an unending stream of pre-cum forming into a pocket at the side of his maw. With a greedy slurp Everette peels away, a grin spanning ear to ear. “I thought you weren’t gonna fuck me,” he teases.
A paw already in position, Elliot’s grip seizes a clump of the cub’s blonde hair assertively and drags the bratty pre-teen back onto his cock. “Doesn’t count if I’m not fucking that tight little ass of yours.”
“I’m not sure if that’s true.” Oliver monitors intently, phone in hand and recording since his son took position on his knees. Both men enjoy the sight and sound of watching the other in action, the feline giddy as his son is the recipient of the only other man he’d trust in total control.
Eyes wide as the thick cock pushes down the back of his throat and his nose is buried in the foreigner’s crotch fur, Everette moans and gulps down every drop of pre. His tongue frantically coils and works the shaft, gagging on the length sinking a little too far. Bliss follows as a paw begins to work his small cock, distracting from the discomfort between the big toe and its adjacent digit. “Mmm! Mmm!” The grip on his head eases and Everette wiggles as orgasm nears, feeling around behind and encouraging the paw to push down.
Elliot’s shaft throbs repeatedly launching ample rockets of semen directly down the cub’s throat. He pries the face from his crotch while still ejaculating, coating some of the cub’s muzzle for the recording. Meanwhile, the boy’s prick has begun spritzing semen all over the rabbit’s white foot-paw. A little distracted to notice at first, Everette pulls back as his vision blurs – the semen which had shot on his face painting the glasses cream and leaving a straight gap as he removes them. “Really? Man, I just washed these a couple days ago,” he grumbles, trying to wipe the slimy substance off the lens.
“Really enjoyed that didn’t you?” Oliver comments, reaching out to collect some of the cum from his son’s face and tasting it. The camera lingers on Elliot’s still erect and twitching member, dripping on the sofa. “You know, that boy’s mouth has nothing on the feeling of his ass,” Oliver taunts, leaning in close. “It’s like fucking a virgin every time, and he can’t get enough.”
“I’ve watched you do it enough to know he’s not even close to a virgin Ollie.”
One hazel eye vanishes with a wink. “You still sure you don’t want some?” Oliver’s paw grasps the uncut length and pulls back the skin. “I bet it’d feel even better for you.”
“Dammit,” Everette curses and gets to his feet, walking through to the kitchen. He takes a tissue and runs some water over it, delicately clearing the cum off his frames. A glob stuck at the hinge, he holds it tightly and begins to wiggle the tissue into the screw. Hands shaking with the precise procedure, a tweak bucks the screw loose. Positioned over the sink and the tap still running his hand latches onto the knob and turns it off. “Daaaaad, I lost the screw,” he calls, a tinge of frustration in his tone. Everette emerges from the kitchen, one of the black arms detached from his glasses.
“What do you mean? I just gave you one.” Elliot’s quip misses the mark, met with dead stares from the father and son. “Guess it doesn’t work if I don’t actually screw you, huh?”
“Can it wait until tomorrow?” Oliver takes the glasses and tries to pinch the two parts together.
Everette nods and furrows his brow. “Let me get the tape,” he says, trudging back to the kitchen and looking through the draws. While his father holds the ends together, Everette carefully wraps two layers of tape around the edge. “He made me break ‘em.” His tongue pokes out cheekily and with a huff. Mounting the couch and pressing into his father’s arms, Everette leans back into the embrace. A kiss atop the crown of his head grants a smile and content sigh. Unable to control himself, the cub wiggles his ass around the adult cock, enjoying the pressure of it between his cheeks despite them both being flaccid.
“You’re not gonna be hungry for a while, are you?” Oliver asks, the five o’clock alarm sounding from his phone to plan something for dinner. The blonde hair flicks side to side as the boy shakes his head. “El?”
“I’ll just make some toast, don’t worry.”
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The small town is in bloom as the trio arrive, pulling into the parking lot and piling out. Blossomed flowers and trees returned from an eternity sleeping pollinate the air that surrounds them. A town typically full of rowdy felines that play grab-ass with everything that moves and their stodgy prey, it is quaintly quiet with the university crowds disappearing for summer. Replacing the youth for the time are retired couples and vacationers, discovering the beautiful history embellished by plaques wherever landmarks stand.
A breeze rustles the leaves and ignites a shudder down the cub’s spine, dressed unfamiliarly in shorts and a t-shirt. They receive strange looks in town, some threatening, others curious as Oliver and Elliot walk behind the boy. “Gonna grab a drink, meet you in a sec.” Elliot breaks away from them and into a café, snagging two bottles of coke for his companions, and a water for himself. “There we go.” The optometrist is only a few buildings further along in the promenade, pushing the door open and settling in between an elderly female tabby with brunette fur and hair to match, and Everette. “Here.” Elliot passes a drink to the boy, and then leans over to hand the second to Oliver.
“They said twenty minutes for the screw and re-threading,” Oliver reports. “Not bad all things considered.”
Everette leans closer to the rabbit, voice barely recognizable as he says, “A twenty-minute screw sounds good to me.”
The large black ears pick it up without trouble and he nudges the cub back towards his seat. “All things considered,” he reaffirms, eyes flitting between the faces of the room’s other occupants. The remark goes unnoticed and he sighs with relief, sipping on the water and reclining. “We gonna eat some lunch out since we’re here anyway, hun?” Elliot’s casual question is met with grotesque expressions from an elderly beagle and border collie couple.
“Look at them, degenerates with someone else’s baby.”
Elliot’s eyes burn through the ignorant pair with a passion. Jaw clenched tight as the only one to hear the whispers. “I thought we could just get something to grill, maybe have a swim,” Oliver answers.
“That sounds nice,” Elliot replies, eyes drawn to the floor.
The monotone draws Oliver’s attention, leaning forward and looking at his bitter friend. “Oliver Katzov, they’re ready,” the receptionist interrupts.
“That was quick.” Everette jumps to his feet and races his father to the counter to grab his glasses. Relieved to put them on, his expression lightens considerably as the thick black frames comfort his bare face. The thick black frames are an ideal fit, a far cry from the ratty and worn pair seen in his adoption portfolio. “At least it didn’t drag on too long,” he comments as he struts past Elliot and out the door.
Bitter by the remark and unable to let it pass, once the father and son have left Elliot stands. Eyes locked onto the old couple and ensuring that they’ve noticed, he points at his ears. “Next time try not to be so loud,” he says. Their slightly bemused expression turns to horror and they shrink considerably in the already uncomfortable plastic seats.
Oliver’s paw grazes over the white fur along the rabbit’s arm as he joins them outside. “We can go to the diner you like if you really want,” he says, concerned.
“No, seriously, let’s just get some stuff for burgers and eat at home.” Elliot’s arm moves away subtly, eyebrows still furrowed.
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A day blessed with the sun’s not overly warm comfort, the secluded backyard and cool breeze provide a serene environment, each of them in their element in one way or another. Oliver lays across the chairs beside the pool, naked from top to toe and watching his son. Everette skinny dips in the cool water, flicking drops onto his father’s glasses and enticing him in with flashes of an exposed ass and flaccid cock as he bounces around in the water. Elliot donning an apron to protect himself while grilling the burgers, having grown comfortable with being naked around the cub enough to not harden up at a stiff breeze. He taps each patty with the back of his paw for tenderness before turning off the grill.
“Cute and cuter, food’s done,” Elliot says, spreading the buns atop the still warm grill to lend some crunch to the burgers.
Oliver lowers his head, blushing from embarrassment at the casual affections and compliments of their guest. The cub bounds out of the water and shakes his body vigorously, his flaccid cock flapping around wildly and unabashed as he dries off. “Who’s the cuter one?" Everette saunters over and cocks his head to the side, a wide grin and a sly peek on the other side of the apron to glance at the rabbit’s soft shaft.
Rebuffing with a laugh and casual swat across the ear Elliot refuses to answer, instead assembling each burger high with lettuce and cheese. “Ollie, sauce, no sauce?” The quirked eyebrow is a distinct enough answer, Elliot setting aside his host’s burger. “And you, cutie?” Elliot’s question is in turn met with a pink tongue poking out from the cub’s white muzzle and a shake of the head as Everette prepares his own burger. Around the table, father and son sit side-by-side. Never want to miss an opportunity, the man’s left paw is settled in the cub’s lap stroking the erection as his son returns the favour. So casual are the pair that they continue eating without so much as a gasp or moan to betray their otherwise lewd behaviour.
Sitting alone opposite the incestuous pair, Elliot savours the afternoon and the delicious food he’d prepared. The soothing breeze through his bare fur, his mind vacant of the mountain of stress which darkens each morning at his home. With a gasp and shake of the whole table, Everette’s orgasm coats his father’s paw, which he happily brings to his mouth and consumers. The cub’s seed is a sweet dessert to complement their lunch. “Wanna go down?” Oliver offers, running his hands through the fox’s blonde hair while simultaneously kneading on the boy’s knee. It takes no longer than thirty seconds from the cub’s immediate disappearance to his return, licking his lips giddily. Satisfied, Oliver grasps the edge of the chair and leans, stretching his back and letting out a yawn. “I reckon it’s time for a nap, don’t you two?” he asks, thumbing his son’s wet muzzle before he leans down to kiss the cub. Everette delights in the exchange, pressing into his father and moaning as the rough tongue dominates his maw. Pulling away with a grin and a light nip on the nose, Oliver sighs and the vigour diminishes immediately, resting his chest across the table with his arms as a pillow.
“Go get some rest sleepy cat,” Elliot prompts him with a ruffle of the hair, which the feline naturally rubs his head against. “I’m just gonna finish cleaning up out here then I’ll come in.”
Oliver relents and proceeds from the table to the porch, standing and watching the two he loves from over the railing for a moment before he retires completely inside.
“Not gonna join your dad inside for a nap?” Elliot asks, backing out from the table and collecting the unused plates and cutlery in a nice pile. His mission is brought to a halt by the cub’s attempt at a stern tone.
“What do you want with dad?” Everette asks.
“A loving relationship built on mutual respect,” his answer is no less sarcastic than the attempted seriousness of the boy’s tone.
A scowl burdens Everette’s face still deranged by hormones and passion for his adoptive father. “I love him! He’s my dad,” he protests.
Finished collecting the utensils for cooking, Elliot sets them atop the dirty plate on the table. “I know that,” his voice has noticeably shifted from sarcastic to sombre. “Everette I’m not taking your dad from you.” Elliot sits on the table, still adorned solely by the apron that drapes between his legs.
Everette removes his square frames and wipes his dampened eyes. “You just don’t want me around,” he gripes.
Scratching his head in befuddlement, Elliot leans forward and peers into the boy’s blue eyes. “Who was sitting in the house when he first brought you home? Whose signature was given to be a character witness. Whose singular love could not bring closure to the desire to nurture and love someone else.” The white paw reaches out and caresses the wet cheek, fingers cupped beneath the heavy chin to keep it aloft.
Contemplating the weight of the words, Everette sighs, “You.”
“So, don’t tell me I don’t want you around any less than I want your father around.” Elliot offers him a light pat on the head.
“I… you don’t get it,” the fox relents and bats away the paw atop his head.
“If you’re getting at what I think you are, I do. Your dad loves you Evan, and I do too. We just have different ways to go about showing it.” Elliot leans forward a bit further and places a kiss on the cub’s wet nose. “Kissing and cuddling maybe, but fucking you is a bridge too far.”
“What?”
“Your dad fucking you to show his love is how he wants to show it, I’d rather buy you things and be able to have fun other ways,” Elliot laughs to lighten the increasingly tense conversation.
“I know there’s other ways! And I like all the nice things you get me,” Everette argues. “But I wanted dad to do it.”
“Excuse me?” Elliot cocks his head to the side.
“It took a year of me begging him, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to make me feel loved that way… the same way you make him feel loved,” the fox shifts awkwardly and bites his lip. “But when he finally agreed… all the love just felt so much more satisfying,” Everette replies, smiling. Reminiscent of the first time his father had taken him to bed. “Every time he does it, I know that it’s because I love him, and he loves me the same.” His expression turns bitter. “And I don’t want that to change. And you’re here now. And it took that long with dad… but you’re not here all the time.” He swallows nervously and lets out a huff, his cock semi-hard.
Leaning back and scratching his head at the revelation Elliot replies, “Sorry, Evan. I didn’t think… well that he put up much of a fight.”
Everette scoffs and shakes his head. “It was at least a year after he adopted me, at least a few months more…” He starts to count on his fingers. “Mhm, 16 months and five days?” he wonders out loud, mouthing months and days, stopping on specific counts to mark a significant event.
“That specific huh?” Elliot laughs and shuffles off the table carefully to avoid splinters in his exposed ass. “You wanna help me take this stuff inside, or did you just want to talk?”
Turning around and getting off the seat, the fox approaches the much larger rabbit and wraps his arms around his belly, head resting square against his sternum. He grabs two paws full of the plump cheeks and giggles, spreading them playfully. “I can see why dad likes it so much,” Everette says. “It’s nice and soft. And I’m not talking about this guy.” He shifts back from the hug, the front of the apron tented out with a clearly wet stain. “No fucking but I can suck, right?” Everette doesn’t wait for an answer and pulls the apron over his head launching his muzzle right for the thick uncut cock. The moment his lips are around the cusp he is purring with unimaginable delight, tongue hungrily flitting across the urethra and delighting in every drop of precum.
Elliot lets out a low moan of pleasure, biting his bottom lip as his hips motion slightly in rhythm with the audible slurps. “Go, go,” he says, reaching beneath the apron and pressing encouragingly against the back of the cub’s head.
About halfway down the boy starts to moan loudly, the heavy breathing through his nose against the rabbit’s crotch bearing back against his face. Everette raises his paws against the man’s thighs and pushes back, gagging and gasping for air from beneath the apron. “Fuck…” he sighs, cock twitching and dribbling on the ground between his legs, the grass getting some nutrition of its own from the cub’s orgasm.
Taking the apron off entirely, Elliot sits at the edge of the chair and strokes his still erect cock. The sun has started to disappear behind the forest that encases the property, bringing with it a slight chill that a full birthday suit can’t deny, a shiver running through the rabbit’s bones. “You really like sucking cocks, huh?” 
Everette nods and extends his jaw, massaging around the joints either side of his maw. “Mmn… definitely the nice ones,” he replies. Poking his tongue between the foreskin and head Everette works his tongue around in circles, bobbing his head back and forth. Perked up on his knees and in control of the pace himself, Everette takes the time to massage the heavy balls resting idly on the wooden seat.
It doesn’t take much longer for the additional stimulation to break Elliot’s concentration to hold off orgasm as long as he can, clenching his jaw and unleashing a torrent of cum into the cub’s mouth. The surprise hits Everette and he attempts to pull back, instead finding himself against the paw to keep his mouth sealed tight around the still spasming cock. Once it has ceased, Elliot removes his paw and replies, “Didn’t want to get it all over your glasses again.” He offers a sly wink, met with an eyeroll as Everette wipes his mouth dry.
“I’m sure,” the fox laughs and bounces to his feet, flaccid cock jiggling around and spreading semen messily around his thighs. Everette leans over the table and picks up the clean goods, tail raised as he lingers in position after Elliot has collected the dirty dishes. “You sure you can’t find it in you to give me a good fuck?”
“Evan,” he replies in an exasperated tone. “Let’s get it inside before it gets any colder.” Elliot’s cock has shrunk from the dropping temperature and lack of stimulation. Arriving inside to find Oliver splayed across the couch still in the nude and perfectly at ease. Each knows an earthquake could occur and the sleeping feline not be awoken, however they resolve to remain quiet. Sealing the back door and locking up the house tight, Elliot returns to find the chair he normally occupies a resting place for the cub. The exuberance on display not even twenty minutes prior washed out by the comfortable cushions. With nowhere else to occupy in the living room, Elliot lays down on the floor beside the long sofa.
“Here I was hoping I could get you to at least cuddle me in your chair,” Everette says, sitting at the edge of the chair.
Groaning as he rises from the soft carpet and crawls back to the single sofa, Elliot hauls himself to his feet and picks the cub up out of it. Face to face he proceeds to kiss the boy passionately, holding him close before he spins around and settles down onto the sofa.  Everette moans meekly as the foreign tongue worms awkwardly around the edges of his mouth. Bodies pressed so tightly together he gently kneads on the rabbit’s breast, tail giving laboured thumps as the exchange simultaneously excites but serves to drain the last ounces of energy from the fox. Once the boy’s struggling eyes give way to their orange lids, Elliot breaks the kiss and leans back smiling. Everette snores lightly into the black fur, while Elliot’s arms cling tight around the bundle of deviance. Surrendering too to the peaceful afternoon and their activities outside, Elliot drifts to sleep.