The cold, deep water trembles at the brim of the tub, already spilling over the sides a little. Ani sits perched on one edge, the pockets of his jeans ruffling its surface. Tim stands still and contemplative before him.

“Look, if you don’t want-” Ani offers.

“I do.” 

Clearing the distance between them in two quick steps, Tim wrenches Ani forward by the dogtags, crushing their mouths together like a contract. He grips the crimson tee, drags it over the bobcat’s head to leave in a heap on the floor. Tim’s belt falls heavily to join it as Ani pulls off his shirt in a flash of cyan and bristling fur. 

Ani moves behind the bobcat, paws curling around his waist, almost tenderly, falling to the buttons of his pants. He slides the uniform down in a long, smooth motion, lowering himself with it, mouthing at Tim’s hip. He steps from his uniform, and Ani abandons his hip in favor of nibbling at his neck, claws tracing his Adam’s apple. 

“What are you waiting for?” Tim murmurs back, chin tilted up defiantly. “I thought you were trying to break me.” 

He leans back, nipping at the lobe of Ani’s ear, and he can hear the click of teeth as Ani smiles, feels his shoulders square, his paws dig in. Any apprehension Tim had felt is gone, replaced by a slow, hot need. Tim sees Ani reach back, feels his whole bearing change into something dangerous and wanting. 

“On your knees.” Ani draws the pistol from the back of his jeans and pushes it to the base of Tim’s skull. The contact feels like a spike of electricity straight down his spine.

The bobcat drops, knees cracking against the tile floor, and Ani kneels behind him, close enough for Tim to feel the friction of denim on his inner thighs. He shifts against the touch, leaning back, hands gripping the edge of the tub. 

“You still down for this?” 

Tim snaps his head back against the hyena’s mouth. Ani snarls, grabbing a handful of Tim’s fur, so short he can scarcely knot his fingers in it. The pistol drops to the floor and Ani wraps his free paw around the back of Tim’s neck.

Tim doesn’t struggle until his head hits the water, submerged to his shoulders. Ani starts to count. 

1, 2, 3...

Tim pushes back against the hand holding him under, his hands slip into the water, bracing against the other side of the tub. 

4, 5, 6...

Dripping paws grab Ani’s wrists, holding them in place.

7, 8, 9...

Tim’s grip loosens, his back arcs against the hyena’s chest. 

10.

Ani pulls him from the water, hands moving to hold his shoulders, letting Tim cough and splutter and shake.

“Water’s f-f-fucking cold, asshole,” he finally manages. “I like it.”

“I’m just gettin’ started.”

He doesn’t let Tim take a full breath before he plunges his head under again. Tim thrashes in surprise, water sloshing over the tub, and Ani pushes him in deeper, the bobcat’s chin kissing the bottom of the tub. A stream of bubbles escapes from his mouth. Ani waits another long five seconds to drag him from the water again. 

Tim chokes down a high, rattling breath before dissolving into a fit of coughing. He’s already shivering. 

“God, you’re a mess,” Ani murmurs. He trails his claws along the bobcat’s chest, smiling as Tim leans into his hand. He rubs the callouses of his palm against a nipple hard from the cold and the play, and Tim’s breath hitches. 

Ani’s paw ghosts lower, down his sternum, over his stomach, and Tim tries to arch up into the touch. Ani catches him by the wrist. 

“Not yet.” His grip is painfully tight. “Not unless you’re givin’ up on me.”

“I can go all night. Why, you gettin’ tired?” Ani jerks his arm back, Tim whines sharply, but makes no move to loosen the hyena’s grip on his wrist. “C’mon, I thought you were tryin’ to hurt me—” The rest of his taunt is lost in bubbles as Ani shoves him into the water. 

A pink cloud spreads over the surface of the tub as Tim’s nose makes contact with the porcelain. Ani doesn’t let up on his arm, watching the bobcat writhe beneath the water. Tim cries out, muffled by his own splashing. 

His free paw grips the edge of the tub, Ani’s hip, and finally wraps around his own growing erection. The hyena admires the sight for a moment longer before pulling him roughly from the tub.

Ani presses himself flush against Tim’s back, trapping his cock against the chill of the tub. 

“Are you going to make me tie your paws?” he asks, mouth to the bobcat’s pulse. Tim ruts against the cold porcelain, breath thready. His paws cross eagerly behind his back. Ani takes up the belt from the floor, winding it around Tim’s wrists. He pulls the leather tight, Tim arches up with a hiss. 

Ani lays a hand on Tim’s bruising knee, dragging it up slowly. The bobcat gives a short, low moan, and Ani’s paw trails up further, wrapping around his length. His paws are hot and wet and Tim gives a little cry of pleasure, rising up on his knees. Ani jacks him off long and slow as Tim hisses and chafes his wrists against the belt. 

“Is that good?” Ani breathes into Tim’s tufted ear. The bobcat purrs softly in response, canting his hips, pushing his cock up into Ani’s paw. He nods dizzily, bucking up, his fur prickling with want. Ani circles the head of his dick with a short, blunt claw and Tim’s breath hitches in a stuttering gasp. 

“Look at you,” Ani hisses appreciatively. “Tryin’ to get off one last time, I bet you’d try to fuck anything...you slut.”

“Please...” Tim whimpers. 

Ani takes up the pistol from where it has fallen, thumbing the safety off. He presses it casually to the side of Tim’s throat. 

“Don’t move.” 

He drags the gun down the bobcat’s chest, circling the muzzle over his nipples. Tim gasps sharply at the jolt of cold, claws digging into his own palm. Ani trails the gun still lower, over his sternum and across his stomach. Tim falls back against his chest, head thrown back as the hyena slides the barrel of the gun up along his erection. 

Tim moans helplessly as Ani wraps his paw around the gun and his cock, pumping up and down. Precum drips from his slit, his dick hot and heavy with need. The cold gunmetal rubs against every ridge and vein, pleasure curling in his stomach, his spine, his balls. His hips jerk harder, faster, he’s close, so, so close...

Ani pulls the gun away abruptly, the metal clattering away on the tiled floor. Tim cries out in desperate, breathy frustration, hips arching up into nothing. Ani’s paw wraps around his throat, wrenching his head back. 

“You thought I was gonna let you come?” Ani laughs, high and harsh, squeezing the bobcat’s throat. He presses himself up into Tim’s ass, the hard, denim bulge of his erection rubbing beneath Tim’s short, quivering tail. Tim whines, pushing back into the hyena’s lap, bound paws fumbling for his waistband.

Ani lets him wrestle with the fabric for a few delicious moments, his head tilted back in pleasure.

“If I untie you, you gonna touch yourself?” 

The bobcat shakes his head so desperately that water droplets splatter the walls. 

“Good.” Ani works the belt free from around Tim’s wrists, the edges furred and bloody from his struggles. Tim spins on his knees, straddling Ani’s lap, claws frantically working the button and zipper of his jeans. He’s naked beneath, his cock springs free into the hard pink pad of Tim’s palm. 

Tim guides their shafts together, chest pressed to the hyena’s as he grinds down hard on his dick. Ani moans at the contact, shifting his hips against Tim’s weight bearing down on him. They rut and rock together, Tim’s hind paws twining to meet behind Ani’s back. 

Ani slides his paws down Tim’s ass, claws digging into the muscle there. With a grunt, Ani picks up the bobcat, holding him tight as Tim’s paw moves between them, smearing their pressed cocks with precum. Tim’s breath comes short and fast, hips thrusting frantically. His rose-colored eyes fall closed as he whines in pleasure, he’s so hard it hurts and—”

Cold engulfs him like an orgasm, sensation filling every inch of his body. He cries out, voice lost in bubbles and sinking pressure. His eyes fly open in shock, Ani kneels above him, pinning him down to the floor of the tub. His jeans are soaked through, his dripping cock still pressed hard against Tim’s aching erection. 

Tim fights to sit up, but Ani digs his claws into his shoulders and puts his full weight behind it. Thin, bloody trails cloud the water as Ani’s claws pierce his skin. Tim thrashes hard but only manages to push his dick tighter against Ani’s. 

Through the haze of pink water and vertigo, he can see the hyena panting above him. Tim bucks against him, lungs and balls achingly tight. His vision sparkles with spots, the icy pull of water filling his throat. 

Ani’s muffled cries of ecstasy above him send a hard throb of pleasure straight to his groin. He moans aloud, the last of the air leaving his lungs. He can’t feel his paws, just the pounding of blood in his head, in his dick. 

Ani howls above him, cum shooting over Tim’s chest in slick strings. He catches a mouthful, bitterness coating his tongue, the world dissolving into pockets of sensation: hot cum, agony in his chest, unbearable pleasure in his cock and balls and finally, finally Ani’s tight claws wrapped around his erection. 

He gives three short, harsh strokes and Tim is screaming, coming harder than he ever has, his vision is gone, he’s falling over the edge into cold, pounding ecstasy, every limb is seizing, twitching, going limp. 

Ani watches impassively, lapping a bead of cum from his paw as Tim shudders in his death throes, hips jerking one final time before falling completely, blissfully still.