“Hah! Me again.” Nero’s fighter fell to the floor with the last blow from Wardy’s incessant button-mashing in the fighting game they’d been playing together for the last hour. The spirit struck a heroic pose similarly to his fighter with arms raised and flexing through his arm-warmers. The nimbat rolled his eyes but grinned at his lover, tackling him against the couch and giving a soft smooch on the neck. The video game was left on, controllers knocked from the cushions from the brief tussle the two had, Wardy giggling and half-heartedly attempting to push Nero away. “Come on! You know I won fair and square!” he shouted amidst his laughter, his hind legs wrapping around the nimbat and pinning him down.

	“That doesn’t mean I have to follow our rules, now does it?” Nero replied with a toothy smirk. He broke free of the spirit’s grip with an especially hard wriggle, sliding to the floor on his paws. “C’mon, I’ll make dinner.” Wardy fell swiftly in line behind the nimbat as the two padded to the kitchen from the living room. Nero stood in front of the open refrigerator for a while, rocking back and forth on his paws and scanning the shelves. He deemed a bowl of strawberries suitable enough, carrying the weighty container to the table and popping the lid free; the two sat and munched on them in relative silence, though their eyes never left each other. After only a few minutes, Wardy slid from his seat and beckoned Nero behind him before scuttling off to the other side of their apartment, into the bedroom presumably. The food was left out in the open -- eagerness certainly trumped observation.

By the time Nero managed to catch up with his boyfriend in the bedroom, he’d already had time to pose on the bed, forearms stretched in front of him and legs behind, giving a side-glance that said ‘what took you so long?’ Wardy lifted his paw that was out-of-sight, his underwear gracefully dangling from it. All Nero could manage was an aroused chuckle, padding over to and climbing upon the bed in front of the reclining spirit. Wardy’s eyes hooded and glanced down his lover’s body, just the slight raise of an eyebrow enough to say it all. Nero disrobed in what felt like record time, leaving only his briefs on while he raised his hindpaws questioningly in front of his lover.

	The response was immediate; no room for planning or judgement existed between the two. Wardy dove forward immediately and pulled the soft nimbat paws down with him, his eyes closing and his muzzle pressing forward into them. He gave a deep huff along with a short lick to settle their flavor into his system, pausing for a moment to wink at his partner. He began drawing his tongue from the toes downward, then back up, zig-zagging until he’d lapped across each toe, then repeating the pattern with the other paw. The light, yet warm sensation tickled along Nero’s feet, and he shivered from sheer arousal at the spirit between his two paws - perhaps the sight was enough on its own. Licks turned into small kisses, Wardy’s lips pursing and suckling on whatever fur he could manage to latch on to, along the sole and on the tips of the nimbat’s toes. His white tail reached for the ceiling and flicked about, drawing Nero into a quiet lull of pleasure. 

Again, Wardy began his licking pattern -- but when he reached the end of a toe, he slid it into his maw with muzzle enveloping it in a few short seconds, suckling each one individually and giving them the worship they so desperately deserved. When he’d retract from one, he left his mouth open briefly to breathe on the slickened fur, enough to make Nero shudder from the cool, damp sensation. His toes clenched and splayed and wriggled, undoubtedly making him hard from just the amount of squirming that he was doing. Wardy had to just check that what he’d been doing was working -- it was. He caught just the slightest glimpse of stiff nimbat trapped in underwear only a foot away from him, and that was his next target. The spirit finished up with the last of Nero’s six toes, and began forward. 

	Wardy used his head to press up along his lover’s calves, then in-between his thighs, planting a kiss here and there wherever he thought appropriate; it only took a few moments to reach the nimbat’s bulging garments. His curious nose immediately pressed to the fabric, drawing in another breath of fresh arousal into his lungs. The spirit’s eyes fluttered shut and a moan vibrated against the nimbat’s package. His tongue extended again, and he licked against the length of that covered, tapered cock, leaving a damp trail in his wake. His teeth attached to the waistband of Nero’s underwear, and he jerked his head back to pull them down forcefully, like an animal digging at its prey. The nimbat obliged, lifting his rump up slightly enough for Wardy to tug them all the way down and off his body, only to be discarded to the side; they wouldn’t be needed anymore.

The spirit returned his head not another moment later, pressing his nose just above his partner’s sheath and licking subtly with his numerous huffs of musky air, finally taking a break once he reached the tip. Wardy rested his head against the nimbat’s thigh, staring up at him as a forepaw came to grip and stroke along that stiff pink shaft. “Enjoying this, love?” Wardy teased, stealing a few licks near the base of Nero’s shaft.
	
	“What gave you that idea?” the nimbat replied, grinning as his hand came down to stroke Wardy’s head-fur. A small thrust of his hips signalled that it was time to continue, the spirit’s eyes closing once more as he dipped his muzzle just underneath Nero’s balls. They rested on Wardy’s nose as his tongue lapped about, searching for something… when his partner twitched, he’d knew he’d found it. He pressed deeper, most of his snout disappearing underneath as he licked and dared to suckle against the sensitive flesh between Nero’s cheeks, head pulling back to drag his tongue against the nimbat’s wonderfully soft taint until his balls fell back into position again. Wardy sat up for a moment, licking his lips on either side to savor the taste. 

	The spirit reached blindly for Nero’s erection, finally finding it after patting around his thigh for a half-second, and he directed it upwards as his head moved downwards. His position was awkward, but once had his lips wrapped around the tip, he slid onto his stomach again and slowly eased into fellating his boyfriend. His pressure was impressive, tongue gliding along the base as his head slowly bobbed deeper; he gulped down the leaking pre-cum from the tip. The nimbat couldn’t control his pleasured writhing, a hand reaching to steady himself on Wardy’s head, another squeezing the bed sheets for dear life. The pushing drove the spirit deeper, and deeper, his bobbing soon forcing his pursed lips against nimbat sheath, cock brushing the back of his throat.

	The room was soon a cacophonous mess of sucking, occasional gulps, gasps of air, and moans from both parties. Just pleasing Nero was enough to arouse Wardy, and he thrust his hips to grind himself against the bed. The nimbat’s groans were elicited by nothing more than the incredible blowjob he’d been getting -- Wardy was certainly just as experienced. Nero thought he was ready to burst only a few minutes in, but he was released suddenly, his erection twitching as it hit the cold air. The spirit stood, revealing his own stiffness while he wiped his muzzle clean of excess saliva; Nero watched carefully from beneath him, not daring to touch himself or his lover. All he did was stare and heave, unblinking while Wardy lumbered over him.

	“My turn,” was all the spirit said, and Nero knew to shuffle onto his back. Wardy turned and faced his rump towards the nimbat, kneeling cautiously before flicking his tail over his lover’s chin, lifting it high into the air, and pressing himself backwards. Nero was almost completely enveloped with backside, his nose pressed square against that beautiful fleshy hole just as he took a breath; it was his turn. He didn’t waste a precious moment, mouth opening and kissing gently over what he could -- which was only a few inches up and down Wardy’s cleft and against the object of worship. The spirit focused on leaning his weight back and forth, trapping Nero for a few breaths and then releasing him so he could lick elsewhere. As far as flavor went, Wardy was similar in taste to his lover. Slightly sweaty, but otherwise fresh and nowhere near overpowering. Short kisses turned into fervent licking; Nero would sometimes dip his tongue inside and swipe it just an inch inside.
	
	One of Wardy’s forepaws snaked down his stomach, gripping at that dark blue shaft of his and giving it a few good tugs -- riding a tongue was certainly one of his favorite ways to get off. The quicker bounds of his butt was signal enough to Nero to jut his tongue as deeply inside as he could manage and let Wardy do the rest. The spirit’s rump smacked down audibly against his nimbat’s face, albeit not painfully, stroking himself to the rhythm of his ride; a deep flush overtook his face, and his head reared back while he groaned through his teeth. That paintbrush of a white tail wagged side to side in sexual fervor. 

	It certainly didn’t take long from there. Only a few minutes into his riding did Wardy begin to slow significantly before flat-out shifting all his weight onto his rump (and Nero’s face) as his body seized and loins throbbed with a building tension that couldn’t be stopped. Mouth agape and with a howling moan, the spirit came forcefully into the air in thick, pearly-white jets. His hand moved swiftly, riding out every moment of his intense orgasm, even squeezing himself to shoot higher into the open air. His cum pattered down quietly against the bed, or Nero’s chest, or on his own fur. Wardy gasped for air, his eyes closing and movements halting before he finally realized that someone else needed to breathe too. He rolled to the side, flopping onto free bed space as the nimbat caught his breath.

The spirit’s eyes grew heavy as he slumped onto his side, hoping that sleep would embrace him soon, but Nero wasn’t having that - he still was mostly untouched, dripping, and absolutely aching	for his lover. He regained his strength, kneeling and climbing overtop of Wardy, poking himself blindly about in search of entrance. He found it after a few stray thrusts between Wardy’s cheeks, suddenly enveloped in sweet, velvety walls that had thankfully been lubricated beforehand. The spirit clenched his fist and held back a groan, though his leg lifted to rest on Nero’s shoulder as a sign of consent. The nimbat leaned his weight forward, sinking himself deeper inside with little issue beyond Wardy’s natural tightness. Nero’s cock grew thickest towards the base; it was always the most difficult part. Yet this time, the two grunted in unison as hips met rump with a weak slap when the nimbat stuffed his final few inches inside. He smooched gently along his lover’s calf as they both adjusted to the sensation; Wardy squeezed tighter with every breath he took.

With a sharp draw of breath, Nero started to rock his hips slowly, thrusting half his length back and forth steadily. Wardy couldn’t manage to keep in his own groans anymore, his jaw simply hanging open as he let them fly every time his boyfriend’s hips hit against his backside; the pace seemed to literally pump life back into his erection, growing harder by the moment and leaking by the time a decent rhythm was established. Nero focused all of his attention into the feeling, how he was rolling his hips to thrust, savoring every little squeeze of submission that the tight spirit rump gave. The nimbat was finding it difficult to hold in his vocalizations too, joining Wardy with throaty grunts of his own.

Soundless sex turned once again into a mess of quiet slaps overpowered by the couple’s pleasured moans and breaths. Wardy’s leg ached when Nero pressed forward, but he was far too lost to care at that point; he occasionally breathed pleads for more, for it to be rougher, but he couldn’t manage to get the words out loud enough for Nero to hear. The nimbat was already getting close to cumming, and this time the spirit wouldn’t be able to take it away from him. His lustful humping became far more arrhythmic, and his tongue lolled out from his mouth. Wardy knew what was coming, what with the throbbing of the rod inside of him and his boyfriend’s visage. His own climax was building, too, from the stirring of his prostate just inside of him.

Nero was first, the nimbat’s fur standing on end as he forced himself to hold still inside of Wardy, his erection twitching once before semen gushed from the tip. It was hard to tell where one spurt started and ended, both feeling nothing but a hot puddle that quickly backed up inside. It spilled from Wardy’s hole in small spurts between his clenches, wetting his partner’s groin with his own mess. The nimbat attempted to thrust it back in, but with more coming, it only squeezed more out in viscous white globs. Wardy began to think he wouldn’t get his orgasm yet, but the moment that Nero thrust again it built quicker than he could’ve anticipated. Even with his recent load, he still came quite forcefully, cum roping across his torso and the bed from his convulsing blue cock. Nero only finished shortly before his lover did, not even so much as daring to pull himself free immediately. He slumped forward onto Wardy, pressing himself in again as his softening length slowly retracted back into his sheath, smooching the spirit along his arm up to his neck. 

The couple laid in relative silence for several minutes, only the heat of each other’s bodies keeping them company, an occasional sigh of satisfaction filling the air. Wardy made the first move, pulling his sore leg down from atop the nimbat before wriggling free from his grasp with an audible pop of his hole, the warm liquid running down towards his tail. He winced from the dull pain, shifting to stand, using his forepaw to plug himself so he didn’t drip on the floor. Nero seemed mostly unresponsive, only grumbling slightly in protest as his heat source slipped away. “Come on, hon. We can go to sleep soon,” Wardy said, nudging the lethargic nimbat with his nose. He limped towards the bathroom, nature no doubt calling him. It was difficult, but Nero managed to stand to follow.

Wardy stood just inside the dimly lit room, beckoning his boyfriend over to the toilet with him and standing just off from the front of it, and Nero joined suit. In almost perfect synchrony, the two pulled back their sheaths slightly and aimed themselves, then craned their heads to kiss as they urinated together. The sound of splashing water dominated most of the air, but their lips smacked and breaths collided. They’d finished pissing long before they broke the kiss, nibbling at each other’s lips and tongues. Wardy licked along his muzzle, savoring the taste of his wonderful nimbat; he was almost in the mood for another round after their little session in the restroom. Nero kicked at the toilet handle to flush it, and led the way back into the bedroom.

Once they’d returned, Nero helped the spirit crawl back up onto the mattress without making too much of a mess, cradling him close as he tried to tug the wet mess of blankets over -- it didn’t work very well. He settled for the warm lump of covering he got, plus the warm lump of already-sleeping fur in front of him. With a kiss on top of Wardy’s head, he mumbled a ‘good night’ before closing his eyes and drifting to sleep as well.