Spiffy and Fleabag
       
       “Grr…” Fleabag growled to himself. The big, fluffy dog couldn’t sleep tonight, no matter how much he groaned and turned over in his bed. It was only partly because of his sunken mattress and the crumbs in his sheets too. Sure, those were annoying, but he was too used to ‘em to really even think about them. “Grr…” No, this was a different itch that needed scratching.
       
       The dog whimpered and reached down to rub his crotch. It felt like it had been an eternity since he last got any release, even if the smells in his room said otherwise. 
       
       “Dagnabbit… this just isn’t doing it tonight.” He grumbled and squeezed at his dick. He was rock-hard and getting more desperate by the moment. In all honesty, he probably could rub one out if he stuck to it, but to do that he had to think of something sexy. And right now, the thoughts of the skinny, purple cat sleeping in just the next room over were just making him more desperate and doing more harm than good. 
       
       Spiffy had gone to bed good and early that night, tired after one of the pair’s usual jobs. He’d only just managed to work in a shower before plopping himself down in bed without a second thought. Right now, he was sleeping soundly in his own room. 
       
       Fleabag’s whole body itched when he thought about his partner, snuggly wrapped up in his blanket and nightgown. Frustrated, he turned and looked at the door that separated them. It was just a bit ajar, not enough for the dog to see through but plenty enough to tempt him, especially since he could very faintly hear some sort of mumbling through it. His ears twitched when he swore he heard the cat mumbling his name.
        
       Shaky with desire, Fleabag stood up and tried to sneak a peek through the door, and the creaking floorboards didn’t help him keep any subtlety. Thankfully, Spiffy was sleeping pretty deep tonight, even had his ear warmers on to keep out the sound of Fleabag’s usual snoring. 
       
       Of course, the dog was more thankful for the cat’s tossing and turning. Despite how high-strung he was, the cat normally slept pretty still. Tonight though, he had managed to kick off most of his blankets with his squirming. “Guess I’m not the only one feeling hot tonight.” Fleabag rubbed himself a bit more while he stared at the cat. He couldn’t really see all that much, but even the outline of his lover’s body was enough to drive him crazy at this point. 
       
       Worse than that was his scent though. Fleabag started to drool while his nose dragged him deeper into the cat’s room. Spiffy’s fancy soap lingered on him even hours after his bath. It smelled like some sort of fancy flowers mixed with something fruity. Before Fleabag knew it, he had floated his way into Spiffy’s bed just to get a closer whiff. 
       
       “F-Fleabag!” Spiffy kicked a bit when the dog buried his nose in his neck. He didn’t quite stir, but he did groan and purr at the touch. 
       
       Fleabag wasn’t planning on stopping, or even planning much at all for that matter, but the reaction was encouraging. “Mmm… Spiffy…” He wrapped an arm around the cat properly and pulled him closer to soak up more of that weird, tasty scent. More and more he could smell the cat’s salty sweat mixing in with the smell, making it even better. He couldn’t resist giving it a lick and getting a taste of that bitter sweat. 
       
       That lick, combined with the dog’s wandering paws, finally managed to rouse the sleeping cat from his dreams. “Ngh… guh… F-Fleabag…” He was twitching as he hazily blinked himself into reality, aware of the warm body next to him but not fighting it. He balked somewhat when his mind was fully able to put together what his roommate was doing though. “Guh… Fleabag! Do you have to be so vulgar?” Spiffy shivered when one long lick mussed the fur of his neck and cheek suddenly. 
       
       “Spiffy! You’re up!” The dog stopped his licking abruptly to lift his head and smile down at his lover. He was a bit disappointed to see Spiffy glaring back at him, but thankfully the cat started smiling as soon as he caught on to his roommate’s expression.
       
       “What? Did you expect me to sleep through the whole thing?” Spiffy rolled his eyes and snuggled in closer. Fleabag’s hand had wandered down all the way to the cat’s brief’s during his licking. Spiffy’s paw wandered down to join it. “Did you at least clean up before climbing into my bed?” His nose wrinkled a bit, already more than aware of the answer. 
       
       Fleabag laughed off the question, sliding his thumb under the cat’s waistband with Spiffy’s encouragement. “Come on, Spiffy, you’re not gonna kick me out of bed for being a little dirty.” 
       
       The cat huffed and turned away from Fleabag, pointedly lifting himself out of his briefs and pressing himself against the dog as he did. Fleabag shivered when the cat’s stubby tail pointedly passed over his dick. “’A little dirty’ is a dramatic understatement. You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood.” With his underwear mostly out of the way, Spiffy dragged Fleabag’s paw up to his groin. He hadn’t been kidding about the good mood. Fleabag could feel his penis springing quickly to life now that it was without restriction, pulsing and a little wet. “I was having the most wonderful dream.”
       
       “Heh, so I heard.” Fleabag dropped down and pressed his cheek against Spiffy’s, intentionally knocking his earmuffs out of the way. “Were you thinkin’ about this too?” He slid his dick across his lover’s rear with a few tactless thrusts. “It was keepin’ me up all night.”
       
       “Well, more or less.” Spiffy rolled his eyes as he thought back to the dream. “The dream had a touch more romance in him.”
       
       “Hey, you saying I don’t know romance?” Fleabag smiled and gave the cat another lick while he wrapped his paw around the cat’s shaft. Predictably, Spiffy went stiff almost immediately, purring and shrieking at once. 
       
       “F-Fleabag! Y-you brute! What did I just tell you?” Spiffy tried reflexively to wriggle away from the licks, but the warmth of his lover’s body and the paw on his dick kept him stiff with pleasure. “Th-that isn’t fair taking advantage like that.” He started to laugh while the licking continued, trailing down towards his shoulder. 
       
       Then, abruptly it stopped. Fleabag was starting to find himself overcome by his lover’s body again. Hs cock was positively aching for satisfaction. That meant that he couldn’t wait much longer. “Dagnabbit, Spiffy…” He complained when he pulled away from the cat, frustrated at even a moment of separation. “Why do you gotta put on perfume before bed?”
       
       Spiffy thought about snarking back at the dog, but between his stiffness and arousal, he was just a touch too slow. Fleabag acted quickly the moment he pulled away, and before Spiffy even really knew what had happened, he was on his back with his legs hefted high into the air. His nightgown struck him squarely in the face as Fleabag tossed it out of the way, but even if that hadn’t distracted him, he knew he wouldn’t be able to speak. The tongue that slid past his tail left him too shocked to do anything more than yell. 
       
       Fleabag dug into the cat’s rear with even more eagerness than he’d dug into the cat’s neck. All the scents and tastes were the same, but Spiffy’s personal flavor was way more powerful than the perfume of his soap down there, especially with Fleabag’s nose pressing up against the cat’s balls. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head just experiencing it.
       
       However, his pulsing cock couldn’t wait. So, the dog dug in not just with delight, but with purpose. Spiffy screamed and twisted as his roommate’s flat tongue ran along his hole and pressed hard to relax it. His hands dug into the mattress as he turned, wresting himself onto his side. “F-Fleabag!” He screamed, knowing he needed the dog to stop for countless reasons. To begin with, this was easily the most disgusting way they could prepare, but more than that, it was absolutely overwhelming him. He felt like he was practically melting in his nightgown as the dog worked at his ass. In spite of how disgusting and overwhelming the act was though, he couldn’t bring himself to shout “Stop,” or even, “Slow down.” He just repeated the dog’s name. 
       
       Thankfully, Fleabag stopped just short of his partner melting. He even helped Spiffy finish his twisting. Together, they had Spiffy on all fours in short order.

       Once the cat had caught his breath, and crawled out of his gown, he couldn’t help but snark. “Y-you know I have lube in the end table, Fleabag…” He panted and glanced back at the dog. 
       
       Fleabag laughed; his smile clear even as he hefted his own pajamas over his head. “Come on, Spiffy, don’t be so borin’!” He tossed his pajamas aside and wiped his mouth, getting another eye roll from his lover. “This works better anyway.”
       
       Spiffy shook his head but couldn’t hold back a quiver as his rear pulsed. “W-whatever you say, Fleabag.” He took another deep breath, trying to still that quivering. Even the brief pause just to contain himself was leaving him cold all of a sudden. “N-now don’t waste any more time, okay?” He turned away and hefted his rear for the dog. The heat from before had rushed heavily to his face as he blushed. “T-take me already.”
       
       Fleabag hadn’t waited for the request, grabbing his lover’s hips and sliding his dick under his tail before Spiffy had even finished turning. He was already pushing his way inside the cat before he even thought to respond. “Mmm, don’t have to ask me twice, Sp-Spiffy.” The couple shared one loud groan as Fleabag made that initial push, hammering into the tight cat. From there, every sound was quickly covered by Spiffy’s yowling. 
       
       Though the dog started slow and gentle, his thrusting quickly devolved into erratic, almost panicked jabs and pulling Spiffy backwards. And Spiffy loved every second of it. He slammed his eyes closed and alternated rapidly between high pitched “Ooohs,” and “Aahs,” while Fleabag pounded away with subtle grunts. The man had no concern for technique, just pounding away with the passion needed to get both of them off as fast and as hard as possible. 
       
       Of course, he indulged Spiffy as much as he indulged himself. After getting himself properly in and stable, he complimented his mindless thrusting with an equally mindless reacharound, clumsily grabbing until he could squeeze his paw around the cat’s dick. Thankfully, with Spiffy rapidly approaching a melting point again, that reacharound was more than enough. 
       
       With one more shout of his lover’s name, the cat arched his back and screamed while he coated Fleabag’s paw in a hefty burst of cum. And the screaming didn’t stop for some time, as Fleabag didn’t stop. Even the odd successful cry for him to slow down was overlooked. 
       
       And that was because the dog was fully absorbed in pleasure. Spiffy’s ass pulsed wildly on his cock and the feeling of cum soaking his paw sent his mind spiraling with pleasure knowing that he’d managed to somehow outlast the cat. The only thing that managed to cross his mind as his own orgasm approached was a simple old courtesy. “I-in or out, Spiffy!”
       
       Spiffy was too hot to speak, unfortunately. Much as he tried, all he could mumble out was a quiet, “F-Fleabag, don’t…” By the time he managed to mumble out his request, the dog was already howling and filling him. Sending shivers wildly down both of their spines as the semen pooled around the cat’s tail. 
       
       “Ha! Haaa…” Fleabag came down with a sigh as he came, still tightly grabbing onto Spiffy’s hip before his whole body seemed to relax at once. “W-whoa Spiffy that was…” He sighed again as he allowed himself to lay atop the cat. “J-just what the doctor ordered.”
       
       Spiffy for his part, collapsed the moment that Fleabag relaxed, winding up under the sweaty beast whether he liked it or not. “G-good for you, Fleabag.” He groaned, turning fruitlessly under the dog’s weight. Had it not been for the mess, it would have felt almost nice. He even allowed himself the privilege of sighing alongside his roommate. 
       
       “I mean just wowzers, you know?” Fleabag mumbled, lazily wrapping his arms around his lover and snuggling in closer. “How do you do it every dag blasted time?” His vision started to haze up and he blinked a few times to try and keep the sleep away, wanting to spend more time in that hug. 
       
       Spiffy had other plans. He snuggled into the hug, of course, but unlike his roommate he didn’t think to stay for long. “Mmm… thank you, Fleabag… Now get up, I need to clean the sheets.” He squirmed, intensely aware of the cum soaked paw running up his chest and stomach. It made him shiver in the worst way as he thought about the inevitable stains on the bedding.
       
       “Uh… sure thing, Spiffy.” Fleabag smiled, eyes closing as he mustered just enough strength to pull himself off the cat, and then laid right beside him on the bed. “I’ll help you out… soon as I…” He yawned, and that was it. In a moment, he’d drifted off on one last view of Spiffy looking back at him annoyed. He hadn’t even pulled his sticky paw away before drifting off. 
       
       Rolling his eyes one more time, Spiffy didn’t even bother trying to wake him. “Ugh… I’ll never be able to sleep like this, you know?” He grumbled but settled in beside the mutt anyway, even wrapping his lover’s arm around him like a warm blanket. “You owe me for this one, Fleabag.” Tomorrow, there would be a nice long bath to make it up to him: one for both of them.