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Dante knew what he wanted, and he knew exactly how to get it.

It started earlier this morning as he and his roommate Carlton, a Sugar Glider with a skinny fit sculpted body, were heading off for work. The two lads are open books to one another, friends since they first met 4 years prior, making the most of their first 6 months together in their little two-bedroom house. This morning wasn't particular different from any other - Carlton gussied up in his smart-casual attire, a blue polo and a pair of grey chinos (which, Dante noted, accentuated his ass phenomenally) while his Feline friend kept his appearance somewhat casual for his second shift at Phyllida's Mystic Corner.

The two of them make the usual journey for the bus with the usual sort of small talk - but today's conversation on the bus really peaks Dante's interest.

'Okay, so wait - you did what to this poor sod?'

Carlton laughed, reminiscing about a date not too long ago. 'I made him go on a scavenger hunt before asking him back for another date. It was the most ludicrous thing, me and my bestie Frankie came up with it way back in high school.'

Dante couldn't help but laugh along with the marsupial, probing deeper. 'So wait, what did you have him find?'

'A pack of gum from this specific pub, a doll head in a pub toilet... fuck, I can't remember half the shit but me n' Frankie thought it was fucking hilarious.'

'And was it?'

'Well that guy didn't think it was' Carlton giggled, pulling out his phone to check for his messages. 'Can't say I was missing much - he was boring as sin and looked like a thumb.'

'Then why did you go on any dates with him?'

'What? And not get a free meal? You've got to be kidding. Although he didn't think that was great either, but I digress. If you're not trying to have a little fun with me, or at least make it creative, what's the point.'

It was a little after this that Dante's wheels started turning. With the occasional visitor coming into the store to ask for the usual niche - what is a rose quartz good for, where the sage smudge was, what candle would be best for a love and happiness ritual - he had other plans in mind for when he got home.

This line of thinking was especially prominent with what Phyllida told him a year or so earlier - 'if you will it hard enough, it will come to you. But you should actually fucking do it, cause you can't be a sack of shit and wait for it to happen.'

And with this in mind, he came up with the scenario. Nothing too complicated, just a bit of fun to get things started. All he needed was lager (got it), so cups (again, already had it), a competitive friend (a la Carlton), and something to use as a restraint and a blindfold. Luckily, Phyllida always keeps spare cloths in the back - and they always carry the sensually peaceful scent of Patchouli, Dante's personal favourite.

Later that night, after his friend came home and got unwound from his day taking calls from god knows who, ready for a free weekend, that's when he'd make his move. The Glider had already finished a can of lager off, so he figured now while he was still sober (or at least not blind drunk) would be the perfect time to approach.

'Heyyyyyy Carlton' the feline said, a flick of mischief in the tone of his voice.

'Yeah?' Carlton replied. 'What you want? Sounds like you're up to something.'

'Nothing, nothing,' he assured the Sugar Glider, approaching slowly, sitting in the seat next to him. 'I was just thinking... remember how you were talking about game playing?'

'Yeah, I mean - since we talked about it like, this morning?'

'Well-' the black cat continued, 'I was thinking that, since you love games so much, you and me could have a little game of our own. Like the sound of that?'

Carlton pretended to think his options over, letting out a fake sigh. 'Okay, you got me. What's this beautiful idea of a game that you got?'

'Its nothing out of this world, I figure a little friendly drinking game's in order: a good ol' round of beer pong!'

'Really?! Mate, I know it's a slow night, but you couldn't think of anything more... original?'

'Shut up, you know you're down for it! Besides, the winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser!'

Carlton's ears prick up at the idea, a cheeky grin forming across his face. 'Okay, I know there's something you really wanna do, but I'll indulge you - besides, lager's going to waste right now, so fuck it!'

The two roommates quickly get the materials needed together - large red cups, cans of Heineken and the small white Ping-Pong ball to bat across the dining room table. Whether or not it was a basic drinking game, this was still something of a fight to the death - Dante's feline instinct usually gave him the advantage in these sorts of mini-competitions; Carlton also has a bit of a winning streak within him, usually tries to best Dante whenever he can, especially when Dante has a tendency to gloat about these achievements.

Dante unbuttons his pink and blue check shirt, taking it off and throwing it to the corner of the kitchen.

'What, you ready to work up a sweat?' Carlton joked. 'Or you tryin' ta distract me?'

'Why? Izit working?' the Cat replied, winking and striking a faux-sexy pose.

'Yeah - I can't get my eyes of that gut.'

'Fuck off.'

The boys begin the game, the white ball bouncing across the table with pat of the paw, every flick of the wrist. What started out as a simple game of Beer Pong quickly becomes a showdown, the sugar glider launching himself every which way to catch the ball from bouncing in his cups, Dante swaggering his hips and flaunting with every strike, the fight for supremacy taking somewhat more precedence than necessary.

'Mate! stop being so cocky!'

'Y-you gotta try harder than that.'

'it hhhit y'cup... th' totally counts.'

'Shtop being a baby... and axe- acce- accept defeat!.'

As the boys kept the game going for into the night their abilities begin to waver, the lager inhibiting both boys ability to keep a straight gaze - Dante getting shaky with his cocky posing mid-game, Carlton's already poor aiming getting progressively worse.

The game was drawing to a close, each challenger left with one cup on each side. They take their positions, ready to declare a winner in the final game.

'Aaaalright' Dante declares, slurring his words somewhat, 'now's the decider. Now's the gaaame changer.'

'You're no- not gonna win' Carlton retorted. 'You can't jus' assume you got it in the-'

Before the Sugar Glider could finish his sentence, the frisky feline across from him bounced the Ping-Pong ball across the table, managing to land a clean aim straight for the poor boys final cup full of Lager.

'So,' the feline taunted, words dragging with each utterance, 'who's gonna win?'

'I-I mean... C'mon that doesn't count!'

'Fair's fair - now drink up, loser.'

Accepting his fate, Carlton touched the red cup to his lips, Somewhat losing his balance from the other 5 drinks prior.

'Okay, your most excellence' the Sugar Glider asked sarcastically, 'what is- w- what is it that you want me to do so badly.'

'First off' the cat replied, putting up one had to signify a pause, he downs his final cup. 'Okay; now we're even. Second, take off your top.'

'As y'wish'. Without any hesitation, the sugar glider peeled off his Turquoise T-shirt, showing off his barely visible abs, coated by a layer of white fur. He stretches out, his unusually minimal wing-skin somewhat revealing itself, his perky chest revealing his relatively unnoticeable surgical scars; the boy nearly loses his balance again, he alcohol tolerance a fraction of that of his Feline companion.

'Now close your eyes.'

'Mate, what are you doin?'

'You'll see - or rather, you won't. Now, close your eyes.'

Doing as the cat wishes, Carlton closes his eyes, soon feeling the second piece of cloth wrapped around his eyes, making sure he was completely blinded. Shortly after the cat begins to guide his marsupial pal out of the kitchen and into the hall. The pair attempts to walk up the stairs, both repeatedly falling over into a laughing mess, until they finally make it to the top.

Dante guides Carlton, blind, into his bedroom - a lavender coloured room with hardwood flooring, framed with posters of various film franchises and pinups of gothic women in natural scenery, the ceiling with a basic light and lamp shade, a dreamcatcher hanging out the double bed in the centre of the room, decorated with cushions and a dark blue bedspread.

Dante lays Carlton out on the bed, lifting his arms up the centre of the headboard, tying his hands together over his with the second piece of cloth.

'Okay, now we can play.'

'D, are you gonna fuck me? Cos you know you could've just fucked me, no fancy setup.'

The feline lays next to his friend in the bed, running his hands down his sculpted body, his finger dancing around his belly button. 'But you said you liked games, so I wanted to play around with you a little. Cat's instinct.'

Dante begins unbuttoning his own jeans first, pulling them down leaving him in nothing more than his black-and-green briefs, his erection beginning to rise underneath the thin fabric. He continued running his hands down Carlton's chest and stomach, nibbling at the captive marsupial's neck.

Carlton moaned as the feline played with his chest, his finger lightly tracing a circle around his highly sensitive nipple. 'Ok, so what is your plan then, lover boy?'

'I wanna get you on edge' the feline purred. 'Keep your body tingling on the edge for as long as I see fit. That's why I've tied you up - if you can't use your hands, you can't finish the job then can you?'

On that note cat boy unbuttoned his friend's jeans and pulled them off him, revealing his smaller, skintight tidy whities. Like a predator on the prowl he pounced on top of the sugar glider and began to grind on top of him, his own erection rubbing against the marsupial's crotch, eliciting a gasp and shudder from him. He leaned in and gave Carlton a passionate, open mouth kiss, their bodies coming together as Dante's hips began grinding faster and faster, their breaths coming out at a higher pace in unison, Carlton bucking in response to his friend.

Through pleasured breaths Carlton asked 'is this all we're gonna do?'

'Of course not - you really think I'm gonna frot 'n' finish?'

Bringing his grinding to a sudden halt, Dante began kissing down his body, running his tongue around his nipples, his lips lightly touching every inch of his tight stomach until he stops just above the underwear band. Dante lowers himself between his friends legs, running his hand over Carlton's crotch, getting him twitching.

'I know you're getting desperate now, aren't you?'

'Kidding?' the glider chuckled, holding back the desperation in his voice. 'I could keep going all night you know!'

'I hope you're not lying, cos I'm not getting you off that easy.' He caresses up and down his friend's toned legs, his lips lightly caressing up the calf of each leg with every kiss, their touch becoming more and more sparsely spaced out as he travelled up his thighs, eventually back to where he was previously, burying his muzzle into the twitchy glider's crotch again, eliciting a desperate moan from Carlton. Without any further hesitation the feline pulled down the tidy whities, revealing his friends labia, his t-dick swelling with pleasure.

'Looks like somebodies happy to see me.'

'Yeah, and he's ready to go' Breathed Carlton.

'May I, sir?' Dante quipped.

'Quick fucking around - I'm begging you.'

Without any hesitation Dante was in between Carlton's thighs, propping them over his shoulders so he could bury his face deeper between them, his lips kissing and tugging on Carlton's own external labia. This was welcomed by Carlton, who gave out the occasional pleased humming, his hips rocking closer to Dante's muzzle as he ran his tongue over Carlton's lips, occasionally lapping his tongue between the boy's slit, working his tongue fast, every lap bringing out a soft whine from Carlton.

'Please' Carlton begged.

'Please what?' Dante taunted, his thumb lightly running up his throbbing t-dick, sending Carlton into a fit of shivers.

'Please, you know what I want.'

'Then why don't you say it?'

'Please... suck it.'

'As you wish.' Immediately Dante gets to work, his tongue lightly flicking at the end of his Clit, the tip running across the top of the engorged member, delicately massaging the entirety of its length.

'Fuck- that's it' Carlton moans, his legs tensing around Dante's head as he works the Glider's body into a frenzy. The black cat continues teasing the poor boy until he can't hold back any more, taking the entirety of his friend's member between his lips, sucking delicately on him.

The blindfolded boy can't contain his pleasure, crying out as the feline down below sucks him off. He brings his hand over the top to pull back the hood over his dick, running a little to drive him closer to the limit. He bobs his head up and down, his lips forming a seal around the throbbing cock, the sensation of tugging causing Carlton to drive his hips into the air; the marsupial is practically facefucking Dante, his legs unable to control themselves as the boy takes the whole of his dick, releasing only for a short moment.

'Carlton,' He asks, 'would like me inside?'

Collecting himself for the moment, he responds 'I need it. I need you to fuck me.'

Grinning a devious grin, Dante lubes up one of his fingers with his spit and slowly drives it into Carlton's hole, moving his finger in a come hither motion, going back to lapping at his still swollen dick. He was only driven to move faster and faster by his friends continued moans of pleasure, working his way to inserting a second finger into the now wet hole, the walls within tightening around his fingers with each flick of the tongue, every motion of the fingers, slowly moving in and out of him, filling him as deep as Carlton's passage would allow them too.

Soon enough Dante was able to fit a third finger in there, bringing him to the decision to start slowly twist his hand left and right, somewhat stretching out Carlton's walls. The marsupial was writhing in aching pleasure at this point, biting his lip every moment, moaning 'ah fuck' under every elongated breath.

'You like this, don't ya? You like having no control, huh?'

'Shut up! Ah!' As the feline continues working his hands between his friends legs, he can see him getting more and more worked up, his body overcome with a need to release all the pressure.

'Okay, I'm gonna give you a little break.' He slowly balls his hand from between the boy's legs, pulling down his underwear and gripping a hold of his twitching erection, pre already leaking from the tip. 'Now I want you to do something for me.'

He kneels over the blindfolded man and holds his cock over his muzzle, the glider able to smell the musk.

'Well, fair's fair after all.' Carlton opened his lips and took the tip of Dante's dick between them, suckling and massaging the underside with his tongue, working the pre more and more from his friend's shaft.

'That's it, good boy' Dante praised him. 'Gotta get me ready before I can even think of letting you finish.' Dante slowly began to buck his hips forward, rocking back and forth as Carlton continued sucking on his member, hands gripping onto either side of the headboard for support. The warmth of the Glider's mouth, the sensation of his tongue caressing the underside of his head and felt amazing in this moment, driving the feline to progressively move faster and faster, to the point of fucking Carlton's throat, every inch of his cock ramming into Carlton's mouth. Luckily, Carlton had a relatively good gag reflex, only choking minimally as the cat used his mouth for his own pleasure.

'Fuck, I think I'm getting close' the cat moaned, one hand grabbing the back of Carlton's head, his hips rocking rapidly into the glider's mouth, until finally he stops and shoots the first load into his friend's throat, filling his throat with his seed.

As he pulls out of his friend's mouth, all Carlton can come up with is 'So, I guess you can't get me off now?'

Between his breaths, Dante is still determined. 'Mate, don't worry, this isn't gonna go down before I'm done with you.' Before his friend can reply, he's already back on top of him, shuffling his bottom to get himself ready, rubbing his shaft between his friend's lap. 'I'm not done yet until I've really given you something.' He pulls off Carlton's blindfold, looking straight into his eyes with a look of pure lust and joy. 'You ready for me?'

Carlton feels Dante's hand against his left cheek, caressing him tenderly. 'Go for it.'

Without a second of waiting Dante positions his cock against Carlton's hole and slides the entirety of his length in slowly, the boys moaning in pleasure together. Dante picks up both of Carlton's legs and lifts them for angling, begin with a steady rhythm of thrusts, slow enough to savour the sensation but fast enough to get them both worked up. Carlton looks deep into Dante's eyes as he tries to rock himself against his roommate's steady stroke, his body tense with prolonged pleasure.

Dante leans in closer to Carlton, his hand reaching to release the cloth tying his hands against the headboard. As soon as they're free Carlton wraps his arms around Dante and holds on tight. Dante picks up carlton and sets him on his lap, the boys close in embrace, their bodies rocking in rapid succession of each other.

Before long Carlton collapses onto the bed, his body worn from all the work Dante's put into keeping him revved up. Shortly after Dante pulls out and kneels over Carlton, crying out one final roar as he releases his final load over his chest and stomach, before he too collapses next to him, exhausted from their session.

'So tell me... was that good for you?' Dante teases, cuddling up to his drunk friend.

'Honestly, this could be the T talking, this could be the alcohol, this could be the dry spell' Carlton laughs, 'but that was probably the best I've had in awhile. Where'd you learn to work me like that?'

'Like I've not done it before.'

'True, but c'mon - you've gotten better.'

'Its all about fair game.'

'Yeah, but you've never gotten me to the finish like before mate.'

'Fuck off.'

The boys laugh off the last comment and snuggle together, falling into a drunken stupor. They were thankful for the weekend ahead, cos there was no way they'd want to go to work after that.