[b]A Quiet Night In[/b]

The wind howled. It whipped through the world as if trying to flay it down to the bone; a cold, merciless blast that sucked every last spark of warmth from anything it touched like a vampire made of shadows. During the day it was unbearable, during the night it was positively lethal. So it was that at this time of year even the owls stayed roosted, and any creature that could sought heat and shelter anywhere it could be found.

In the case of Hawkbit, a rather nondescript gray rabbit buck, this involved his own personal burrow.

Well not his, not technically. It, among other things, had been a gift to his mate; but it made little difference. It was warm and snug and the presence of another hot body only made it moreso. For certain his warren would be warmer, containing  a fair score of rabbits, all likely huddled together to share heat in the main chamber, it would be near balmy in temperature. To be sure, where he was, the cold prickled at his ears and toes and he could hear the frigid wind whistling past the burrow's entrance just a few feet away.

But nonetheless he lay on his side on a scattering of hay gathered the previous autumn and simply enjoyed a nice quiet night in with company. A long, brown and fluffy tail curled up underneath his hind leg, past his own cotton tush and up over his back like a bushy blanket, keeping the cold at bay there. Its owner lay curled up beside him, head under the lapine's chin, smaller form pressed tightly against the buck's chest. They curled up together in the dim light, warmer in a different way than any pile of bunnies could ever hope to get. There were just some things, after all, that you couldn't do in polite company. He got odd enough looks when just walking with his doe, let alone when showing any sort of affection.

"Nnn! H-hey!"

"Mmm... yes?"


There was a quiet squeak of protest, but Hawkbit ignored it, as he always did, and continued to nibble aggressively at his squirrel's ear, just hard enough to make him twitch, before nuzzling firmly against his cheek and giving it a lick. Skater, the squirrel in question, blushed under his fur at the attention, something he'd been doing almost constantly since they'd settled down for the night several hours earlier. He shifted position, as if to pull away, but was restrained by the strong arm draped across his chest and pulling him close.

"No biting!"

"Oh that was just a nibble. I can't help it if you're so tasty."


The lapine pulled back slightly, his broad muzzle nestling between the squirrel's ears as he huffed hot breaths into the hazel brown fur there. It stirred up an alluring scent; mostly his of course. He was top in his relationship and made sure that his squirrel wore the scent of his buck everywhere he went. They were together enough that the musky, masculine perfume he exuded had seeped into the brushtail to his very core, a permanent marker of who he belonged to and who was his buck now and for all time.

But there was another beneath it, objectively male but somehow infused with doeship. Perhaps it was merely Hawkbit's imagination, but he could swear that his mate's mark had changed in the time they'd been together; becoming more delicate, more a compliment to his own. Always masked by his own, stronger, musk it was deliciously faint, evident only when he pressed close enough to his mate to bury his nose in their soft coat. It was a secret scent now, one only he knew of. Like the squirrel he held close it was his and his alone to enjoy. He hugged the smaller male tighter, pulling the sciurine snugly against himself, right paw gently stoking a tuft of light chestfur.

"Uh-uh-uh... no getting away now, cutie. It's all cold out and we don't want you getting a chill now do we?"


Skater was panting quietly but heavily, his breath making tiny puffs of steam in the burrow as they hit the cold air outside the snug little bubble the two mates enjoyed. He squirmed, seemingly unable to find a comfortable position to lie in, as the larger male curled around him, snickering and nipping at the scruff of his neck. His fur was already quite a mess due to the attentions of the bunny buck that had explored every inch of it many times over that night, and it seemed he had no intentions of stopping any time soon. The squirrel could do little but struggle weakly and half-heartedly, trying to speak an objection with a whispered voice that quavered between pants.

"Nnnf! Okay, but... Could... could you at least please stop stro-ooOOOOooo-king me?"

"Aww, but the faces you make are just so adorable! What's the point of having such a charming little doe as my mate if I can't enjoy her on a chilly night like this?"


Hawkbit's left paw disappeared down between the squirrel's crossed legs, moving slowly but rhythmically back and forth. His pace was achingly glacial, a vicelike grip that [i]squeezed[/i] its way inch-by-inch up the brushtail's hidden length before equally languidly making its way back down to the very base. The captive sciurine couldn't even buck into the blissfully soft paw, the rabbit's legs crossing together over Skater's own, locking his hips in place and preventing them from moving so much as an inch. He was held tight, pressed hotly against the bunny, moaning quietly under his breath. Hawkbit smirked as the squirrel's protests once more faded away into heavy, heated panting, the smaller male's coat soaked through with salty sweat despite the chill in the air.

"Thaaaat's it... that's it... It feels good doesn't it my little cockwarmer? Got to keep you nice and hot, don't we?"

"Nnn... nnnn.... Mmm-hmm..."

"And you don't want me to stop, do you? Not when it feels so very nice... no, of course you don't. Tell me what you want me to do, squirrel. I want my pretty, hot, [i]horny[/i] little doe to tell me [i]exactly[/i] what she knows she wants to happen."


It took a good minute or so for Skater to be able to respond, unable to catch his breath. Every time he tried to say anything a firm squeeze or velvety tug would send a firework of pleasure down his spine that made him gasp and took his breath away. He tried desperately to fight the teasing, to no avail as his pleasure rose moment by moment. He'd lost track of exactly how long he'd been toyed with like this, his mind fogged with arousal. Only when his buck relented and gave him a short break could he speak, his voice more squeak then substance, whining and needy.

"I... I want... I want you to keep going... Please don't stop... don't ever stop. I... I need this, please I need it so bad!"

"Oh? And [i]who[/i] do you need, my sweet little slut?"

"Y-you. I need you! My... my buck!"

"Good girl... [i]good girl.[/i] Come on now... look at me. Look at me while I paw you... Let me see that cute face of yours... I want to see how good I'm making you feel."


The rabbit's right paw shifted up over Skater's chest, gripping his chin and turning his head firmly upwards and to the side, so that the squirrel was looking deep into a large pair of lapine eyes. He was held there as he squirmed, Hawkbit's grin growing ever wider as he watched his does face contort with pleasure; taking time with every single one of his strokes. He experimented, knowing what moves would make his doe wriggle the hardest in his grasp or make the cutest expression where her ears pricked up and her nose twitched.

"Oh? Getting close are you? Gonna make you cum [i]hard[/i] just like the good doe you are. You wanna cum, squirrel? Do ya?"

"Hnnn! Yes!"

Skater's mind was fogged with arousal, all of his senses completely overcome. He was surrounded by a cloud of heated musk, short-circuiting his brain into a feral frenzy. His body twitched and shuddered on its own accord, lost in an instinctive desire to breed, all other thoughts and concerns pushed aside. All that mattered now was his hot and impending release at the paws of his buck.

Finally Hawkbit pressed closer, pushing his face against hers, closing his eyes as their lips met, not for the first time that night. Holding the hazel-furred face against his own they kissed passionately, his ears filled with the quiet moans, gasps and huffs of his pleasured partner as their tongues met and intertwined, stroking against each other and letting both males taste their partner. They remained locked together like this as the rabbit continued toying with the throbbing pink carrot in his paw minute after blissful minute.

He knew the length in his paw well; knew that the softest squeaks came when he squeezed its base, the most charming faces when he tweaked the tip, that a long, slow, [i]firm[/i] grip made his mate squirm like there was no tomorrow. He'd had a long time and lots of practice to learn every little detail of his lover. [i]His[/i] lover...

And that was why he did this, why they had their quiet nights even though sometimes he just wanted to mount his doe and hammer away at her until dawn. Any bunny could have a hole, or even a mate. But love was a different thing. He'd spent seasons chasing does with no luck until he'd almost stumbled on the one special squirrel who'd wanted to be made into one. [i]His[/i] squirrel. [i]His[/i] doe. Skater. It was a private joy to open his eyes in the mornings and see that smudge of fluffy brown fur lying next to him, to close his eyes and night and hear his soft breathing by his side. The little brushtail was the best thing in his life and that demanded more than simply bucking away at a burrow.

He was no good at mushy words and declarations of fealty. He expressed himself through actions. An so, even if he couldn't resist just a [i]little[/i] teasing now and then, one of the finest ways he'd found to express his love and adoration of his special little doe was simply to lie with them and lend a soft paw; something done entirely for the squirrel's pleasure as opposed to his own. The press of the warm, squirming form against his chest made him almost unbearably aroused, but he'd get the chance to work that off in the morning. For now he wasn't the center of attention.

"Hhhh-hhhnnnNNNN!"

"There we go... such a dirty, [i]dirty[/i] doe... look at the mess you're making..."


There was a quiet whimper in the darkness. Skater's body convulsed weakly and Hawkbit felt a burst of something warm on his paw. He squeezed firmly in reaction, knowing his doe liked a tight, lubricated grip as she released all her pent up pleasure. He ceased stroking, simply holding her tight against his body as she rode out her climax, their lips still locked, the squirrel's moans vibrating through the bunny. It was a long peak, a wave of pleasured passion that the rabbit kept going with expertly timed strokes and squeezes, keeping his partner at the peak of bliss, not letting her go for a second as his paw became ever damper with thin streaks of seed. The first few times had been more... voluminous, but since most of the mess had been taken care of in earlier rounds he could truly focus on prolonging the brushtail's orgasm this time.

Exactly how long he was able to keep his partner at the peak, Hawkbit couldn't say. It was easily as fun as edging, and often lasted just as long. It could have been half an hour for all the gray buck cared, lost as he was in the ecstatic moans and gasps of his mate, pressed so tightly against her warmth, sharing in her bliss in a very real way. It was long minutes after the last quiver and gasp that Hawkbit finally pulled back and broke their kiss, panting surprisingly heavily. Opening his eyes for the first time since they'd pressed together he focused on the exhausted looking squirrel, pleased to see his partner completely drained and utterly limp... but with a strange hunger in their eyes, a burning desire that seemed to only grow each time they did this. A desire for him. He couldn't resist a trademark smug smirk.

"Aaah... what is that? Five? That one took a long time squirrel... you must be getting awfully tired by now hmm?"

"Nn."

There was barely any response from the spent squirrel as the rabbit removed his paw, now considerably sticky, and lapped at it idly. After five rounds there wasn't too much to clean and he probably could have kept right on going, but he never could resist tasting his doe when he had the opportunity. He leaned in again, whiskers brushing against a pointed brown ear as he whispered to his mate.

"Should I stop then? Let you get a little beauty rest? What do you want?"

"Want... Want my buck..."


Hawkbit grinned, surprised his smile could get any wider than it already was. It'd taken more than an hour to reach the last peak. At this rate they'd [i]never[/i] stop, and end up sleeping in till noon again, missing those crisp morning hours when a good hard bucking was most refreshing. Still, as his paw began to idly move up and down once more, as his doe's exhausted breathing was once more punctuated with gasps of pleasure, he knew that it was more than worth the sacrifice. He nuzzled up against his partner, nibbling hungrily down her neck, eager to push her over the edge again, that night or any night.