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"Christ, would you -- please stop!" Joshua sighed under his breath as he squirmed in his seat before he gave a quick, paranoid look around the dining room.

The fox was on a date with his boyfriend of two years, but it wasn't just any date night, it was their anniversary. The otter and the fox met in their senior year of highschool, and by some twist of fate, they were put in the same dorm room when they went to the local college. From there, they experimented with each other, which lead to young lust-fueled love, and here they were in a rather expensive steakhouse with the lutrine scooted forward in his seat so he could grind his webbed footpaws on the todd's crotch under the tablecloth.

Timothy had slipped off his shoes under the table and kicked off the socks to tease his lover. The more stout otter had always been the more adventurous of the two and was, in fact, the one who initiated the sex. He was most certainly a power bottom, and could only be such unless he slipped on a strap-on, which he found humiliating -- he was so much smaller than the fox, and that size difference also extended to his maleness. Not that Tim minded, however: he loved the feeling of being stretched by the cock of someone larger than himself.

Josh gripped at the edges of the tables for a moment before he forced himself to relax and stare down at the floral pattern on the cloth, the only thing that kept him and his boyfriend out of jail. In his rented slacks, he throbbed hard, his canine shaft filled with blood and ready to go. They had only just ordered their food and it would be at least two hours before they would have the privacy to make love, but Tim seemed keen on torturing his fox for the whole meal.

"What's wrong, dear?" Tim asked sweetly, an insincere question. He giggled at the pleading glance his boyfriend tried to inconspicuously show him, and only replied with a squeeze of his toes around the base of that wanton shaft, which made Josh wince and splay his ears.

"Nothing, honey." The fox strained to keep his voice as even as possible, but his effort showed. It was mostly for naught, his whines were almost loud enough to pierce the subdued restaurant atmosphere. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about their waitress checking on them for quite some time.

"You sure? You look distressed," the otter replied with a grin before he casually sipped at his glass of ice water. He got his other footpaw involved, now, and gently pressed against his boyfriend's sac. The yipe that it caused made even Timothy jump some and the restaurant went quiet for about two seconds before the voices uneasily carried on with their quiet conversations.

Josh laid his head on the table and covered his face with his hands and nearly broke out into a sob, but he had just enough will to resist that urge. His quiet and pathetic whimpers were confined to just the table he shared with the lutrine, but anyone who glanced over would be able to infer the whimpers' existence with the fox's posture. "Stop..." he whispered, and to his surprise he felt a hand cover his own and Tim's foot remove itself from Josh's crotch.

"I'm sorry..." the otter whispered back, and he looked like he genuinely meant it with his pout and puppy dog eyes. It wasn't the first time he had pushed the boundaries too far, too fast with Josh, and he had pulled the same move every time he actually crossed the line. Regardless of any remorse he outwardly exhibited, the otter secretly thought that his fox was far too sensitive. That's why he constantly tried new things and pushed Josh to try them too! He was justified, he thought, and only wore a guise of guilt when something happened.

"It's... It's okay..." Josh replied after a few deep breaths to try to center himself. Slowly, he moved his hands away from his face and began to sit up. Tim leaned over the table some to smooth out the todd's fur and clothes, and the couple shared a warm, loving smile. Slowly, they started an actual conversation, started with overused conversational starters -- Weird weather lately, huh?

_ _ It seemed like it took no time for the meals to come with the uncomfortable moment past them. They both licked their lips as the plates were set in front of them: for Josh, a hefty serving of filet mignon; for Timothy, a bed of various seared seafood, from halibut to shrimp. They continued their conversation from where it was when interrupted by the waitress, but Timothy's lascivious habits reared their ugly heads again.

This time, he accidentally nudged a spoon off the table with his elbow and giggled. "God, I'm a klutz," he said with a shake of his head before he slipped out of his seat. "One sec." He slipped under the table fully with no intention of recovering his spoon. It wasn't necessary for his entree, anyway. He immediately went for Josh's pants and made short work of the clasp and zipper that held them on.

But before he could fish for the sheath and balls through that opening, the normally timid fox rose from his seat with a shout. "I'm done, Timothy Wells! You don't care how I feel at all! All you care about is sex!" Joshua had tears in his eyes as he stared down at the table, his stricken boyfriend hidden as the cloth fell back into place. This time, the restaurant went dead silent, with all eyes on the lover's quarrel.

The todd didn't give the boar a chance to apologize this time. "I'm moving out," he sniveled, sobs hardly held back. "I don't care what you say anymore, it's all lies anyway." The salty drops made lines in Josh's face and dripped off into the carpet. He couldn't resist keening anymore, and as he turned away and hurriedly stomped to the exit, the fox broke down and wept.