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As a private investigator, John Blacksad was never the type to indulge in his drinks. Sure, he enjoyed the occasional whiskey or tequila with his friends, but the cat preferred to keep a clear mind at all times, especially if he's working.

A drunk private investigator would make a very poor one after all, and one wrong move could mean grievous harm or even death.

That night however, he felt like imbibing.

It had been a long, grueling week. What seemingly started as a simple case turned into a whole lot of complications. He'd give anything just to have a simple and straightforward case these days. Anything that didn't involve the mob, secretive clients, murderous spouses, murderous rivals, the mob, murderous super secret societies, oh and did he mention the mob?

Any case that turned out to have layers upon layers of secrets and complexity tended to end up with a lot of people dead. Mostly innocent bystanders.

Why can't things ever be simple?

Shaking his head, Blacksad brushed his brooding thoughts away. He was looking to relax and drink the edge away and not to brood about his luck with his cases after all. Luckily for him, he knew the place just to do that.

The Arrow was a nightclub that's located slightly off the beaten path. The club occupied the basement of a French bistro, with its entrance located at a slightly hidden corner of the building, a remnant from its Prohibition days. It was a fairly popular club with a steady amount of customers, especially on weekends like tonight.

The burly ram bouncer on the front door let Blacksad in with a nod after he flashed his ID (his real ID of course, not the fake ones he used for various disguises when the situation called for it). He thanked the ram and stepped through the doors.

The Arrow had kept its original decor from the 1920s, which was not much to be frank. Bare, exposed brick walls and concrete pillars were partially hidden behind velvet drapes. Palm plants and movie posters were strategically placed on the walls and corners to liven things up slightly. The only modern additions to the club were the neon wall light fixtures around the bar and the orchestra stage.

Blacksad carefully weaved his way through the tables, chairs, and people as he made his way towards the bar at the back. The Arrow's clientele was a mix of regular people and minor celebrities. Blacksad had already identified a few rising movie actors and actresses, singers, famous musicians, and some well known local athletes among the crowd.

The detective immediately spotted a few empty stools on the corner of the bar. He picked a corner where he could see the entire club with ease (and without looking too conspicuous) and sat down. One of the bartenders, an athletic looking brown bear dressed in a well-fitted white shirt and jacket, handed Blacksad the menu card moments after he sat down. The feline browsed through the menu idly, even though he already knew what he wanted.

"What can I get you?" asked the bartender.

"Scotch please, on the rocks."

"Coming right up, sir."

As Blacksad waited for his drink, his eyes lazily roamed across the club.

The jazz band was playing a rather energized tune on the stage, led by a young and dapper, not to mention handsome, lion on the saxophone. The lion was practically leading the dancers on the floor into a frenzy of shuffling limbs.

The rest of the club's guests were either seated on the bar like Blacksad himself, or by the small tables surrounding the dance floor, served by the club's attentive waiters and bartenders.

"One scotch, on the rocks."

Blacksad turned to the bartender and accepted his drink with a grateful nod.

The feline detective drank his scotch at a slow and measured pace, enjoying the burning sensation going down his throat as well as the lax but energetic ambience of the club. Slowly, he felt himself beginning to relax.

The jazz band had concluded it's highly energized dance tunes and was just starting with a slower, more relaxed paced song when Blacksad finished his scotch.

The detective was about to ask the bartender for another shot of scotch when he spotted Robert Kenway entering the club.

It was hard not to notice the cougar on account of familiarity. As a rather well known middleweight boxing athlete, Kenway immediately attracted many admiring looks from the club goers. The well-fitted dark-hued suit the cougar was wearing also emphasized his very fit physique. It also complimented his pale gold fur nicely.

Kenway's mismatched blue and green eyes met Blacksad's own green ones. The cougar grinned widely and gave the detective a friendly wave. Blacksad returned the wave with a small grin in return.

"Evening Blacksad! Didn't expect to see you here," said Kenway. His tail was looped in a friendly manner behind him.

"You too Kenway," Blacksad replied, smiling. "How are you?"

The cougar gave a slight huff. "Same old, same old. The coach has been drilling me nonstop for the upcoming matches. How about you, my friend? Been playing bodyguard for another athlete or actors lately?" he chuckled as he sat down next to the detective. His long, thick tail brushed against Blacksad's own briefly.

Blacksad chuckled. Kenway was one of the few former clients whom he had kept contact with. The cougar had hired Blacksad as a bodyguard and investigator after he received many threatening notes before and after his matches. There was also the fact that he had too many close calls and accidents that seemed to be too much of a coincidence.

The case was relatively simple to solve for Blacksad. The detective found the culprit after a bit of snooping around and questioning witnesses. As it turned out, an old rival from Kenway's amateur days was embittered by Kenway's success and decided to enlist the help of a small local mob to take the cougar out of the competition.

Dealing with the problem wasn't as easy however. Blacksad had to involve Commissioner Smirnov in the end, but it was dealt with without too much trouble. Kenway paid Blacksad generously, gave him a front row seat for his final championship match--which the cougar won, and invited him to drink afterwards.

They remained in contact afterwards. Kenway liked to invite Blacksad to his matches (he always got front row seats) or out for a drink. They've sorta become drinking buddies after that.

"I'm just taking it easy. I had just concluded a case this afternoon," Blacksad said. He then turned to the bartender. "Get me another scotch please... oh, and an old fashioned for my friend here."

"Right away, sir," replied the bear with a nod of his head.

Kenway raised a blank-white eyebrow with an amused quirk on his muzzle as he turned to the cat beside him. "You already knew what I'd drink huh?"

"Well, we've been drinking together for... what? A few years now? I've picked up a few of your habits, naturally," Blacksad said with a hint of smugness.

"Ah, of course," Kenway chuckled a little. "I myself have observed that you only pick scotch when you're stressed," he said, earning a slightly surprised look from the detective.

"Come on, Blacksad. You're not the only one with eyes and brains," The cougar chuckled, tail swishing languidly behind him. "So, tell me about this latest case of yours that had you on edge, my friend."

"Ah... well, let's just say that a simple kidnapping case turned out not so simple after all. The mob was involved," to which Kenway winced in sympathy, "and of course, there were relatives with secrets who simply didn't want to cooperate. One of them actually tried to seduce me to lure me away from a vital clue," he grumbled.

"I feel you, really," Kenway said. He turned to the bartender when the bear handed them their drinks. He thanked the bear before taking a sip of the cocktail.

"Ah... that hits the spot," the cougar gave a satisfied sigh. "So, tell me Blacksad, was she hot?" he asked with a grin.

Blacksad snorted and took a sip of his scotch. "Truth to be told..."

"Yes?"

"It was a 'he', and not a 'she'," the cat admitted with a slight purse on his lips.

Kenway stared at the detective for a full beat before bursting into laughter. He quickly controlled himself when he realized that he was drawing stares from the other guests.

"Oh man, must be quite shocking eh, Blacksad?" he chuckled openly.

Blacksad grinned a little, shrugging his shoulders. "Well, not really, but yes I really wasn't expecting that kind of move."

"I bet," Kenway chortled.

"Though, if I can be quite honest," Blacksad's voice dropped down into a whisper. Kenway had to lean his head in to hear him above the general noise of the club. "That guy was not bad looking either," he said with a conspiratorial wink.

It only succeeded in causing Kenway to burst into another round of laughter.

"Ah, and I always thought you're a real ladies man, Blacksad," the cougar remarked with a wide grin.

"One must learn to be flexible in my line of work," Blacksad simply replied, grinning back at his friend.

Kenway chortled with a nod. "Well, that's a sentiment that I can agree with," he said and sipped his cocktail.

Blacksad simply gave the cougar a wide sort of smile.

There was a moment of companionable silence as the two males enjoyed their drinks, with only the din of conversation and the lively music played by the band accompanying them.

"So, did you watch the Titans' game this week?" Blacksad asked a few moments later.

"Oh, yes!" Kenway nodded vigorously. "The Titans practically pulled a miracle move near the end didn't they? I really thought the Centurions would win that match for sure."

"Ha! You and I both!"

The two men proceeded to discuss the chances of the New York Titans beating the Philadelphia Centurions, and if they would win this year's NFL Championships, as well as the merits of the individual players.

Their discussion and friendly debate continued well into the night. Before they knew it, they were well into their fourth drink and were feeling quite buzzed.

"All I'm saying is that if Ben Howard plays the rest of the season like he's been playing, he won't be able to overcome Danny Wilder's defensive line!" Kenway said. "He can't always rely on his miraculous throws all the time."

"Maybe, but I'm confident that Coach Sawyer will whip him to shape before the playoffs," Blacksad replied back before he glanced at his watch. "Huh... didn't realize it's so late."

"It is?" Kenway glanced at his own watch. His tail flicked in surprise. "Oh, indeed it is. time sure flies when you're in good company huh?"

Blacksad agreed with a nod. "Quite so!"

"You want to call it a night then?"

"Yeah, I better go. Have to make a lot of calls tomorrow," Blacksad said as he gulped down the rest of his drink.

"I think I'll head back too," Kenway said. "I gotta be at the gym early tomorrow as well."

Nodding, Blacksad turned to the bartender. "Can we have our bills please? Oh, and I'll be paying for the two of us."

"Blacksad," Kenway sounded surprised and just the tiniest bit annoyed.

"Nah, my treat, Kenway," the cat replied with a slight grin. "I owe you one from last time."

Kenway sighed and chuckled. "Right, right.... Of course. But next time, it will be my treat, okay?"

"Sure, sure," Blacksad grinned.

After he paid their tabs, the two then made their way out, collecting their coats and hats from the coatschecks along the way.

The crisp autumn night air washed over them the moment they stepped out, and the two walked down the sidewalk in relative silence. New York was still bright and alive even at this hour, with cars honking at the traffic and people walking to and fro from the many clubs and bars along the streets.

"So... what was the guy like?"

Blacksad turned to the cougar walking next to him. "Hmm?"

"The guy who tried to seduce you to prevent you from getting an important clue," Kenway elaborated. "What's he like?"

Blacksad chuckled a little. "Why? Are you jealous?" He teased.

"Nah, just curiosity, I suppose. Did you reciprocate?" Kenway gave Blacksad a very wide grin, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"Shut up you," Blacksad gave Kenway a playful punch on the shoulders.

"Yeah, that's a weak punch if I ever see one," the cougar snorted.

"Well, he's a good looking wolf, that's for sure. Classically handsome features... quite athletic too. I think he played for his college football team or something. Too bad he has a shitty attitude from the very beginning."

Kenway snorted. "I see. Not up to your standards then."

Blacksad laughed a little. "Well, would you allow yourself to be seduced by a handsome face then, even if they're assholes, Kenway?"

Kenway was silent for a full moment. "Well no, if his attitude is as bad as you say," he said. "But... how do I put this? What was it that you said again? One has to be flexible in life?" the cougar replied back with a playful sort of grin.

"Cheeky bastard," Blacksad snorted. "So is that a yes then, my friend?"

"Hm, and what do you think?" Kenway's grin widened so much that his teeth and fangs were showing.

Blacksad stopped and rounded on the cougar. "I think... that you need to stop teasing me so much," he said, putting a hand on Kenway's shoulder.

"Am I?" The cougar replied with fake surprise.

"Yes, I think you do," Blacksad's voice was no more than a whisper. He leaned forward, looking into Kenway's mismatched blue and green eyes. Blacksad watched as Kenway slowly leaned forward until he could practically taste the whiskey and mint on the cougar's breath.

"Don't think I didn't notice your lingering glances, subtle tail touches, and double entendres all these years, Kenway..." he murmured.

Their muzzles were now barely an inch away from each other. Blacksad could feel Kenway's tail brushing against his own. He could feel the cougar taking a breath as he leaned in closer...

They both jerked back a foot when a blare of laughter came from down the street. Alert, the two felines looked to the source of the voice, only to relax when they realized it was just a group of young men who had come out from the bar across the street. They looked pretty drunk and from the sound of it, they were telling highly inappropriate jokes to each other.

"Well, how about we continue this conversation in your apartment?" said Kenway with a slightly nervous sounding laugh. His long tail twitched about. "Your place should be closer, and I think... I'm in no condition to drive."

Blacksad nodded, feeling just a little flustered. He needed to be more careful, he thought as he looked up and down the street.

"Right, of course. Where did you park?"

Kenway led his fellow detective to where he had parked his car. Blacksad looked in surprise when his cougar friend led him to a dark teal coupe. A '47 Chevrolet. He didn't know Kenway had another car. He remembered that the cougar drove a handsome red '53 Buick Skylark Convertible a few years back.

"New car?" he asked.

"Nah, I've had this for a while. This one is a lot more low profile than my red convertible, ya know?" Kenway said as he handed Blacksad his car keys.

Blacksad chuckled and got into the driver's seat. "I get you."

The short drive to Blacksad's apartment was spent in relative silence. Blacksad kept glancing over to Kenway as he drove, and the cougar responded by placing his hand on the detective's thigh with a tiny smirk gracing his muzzle.

Once they arrived, Blacksad led Kenway up to the upper floors of the building and quietly ushered him into his apartment.

The second Blacksad closed the door behind him, he felt lips and whiskers pressing to his own. He stood still for a full second before he wrapped his arms around Kenway's waist and pulled the cougar into a deeper kiss.

"Now does that answer your question, detective?" Kenway said with his infuriatingly handsome smirk when they pulled apart a full minute later, his voice breathless.

"Yes... it does," Blacksad murmured. The dim street lights coming through the windows and the overall darkness of the room made the cougar's mismatched eyes seem to glow in their own light.

He reached blindly behind him to lock the door before pulling the cougar towards him once again. Their bodies were pressing against each other as their lips met once more.

Kenway seemed to be a needy kisser, from the way his lips and tongue seemed to be all over Blacksad. Blacksad let out an involuntary moan when Kenway's lips and fangs found their way to his neck. His hands were on the buttons of Blacksad's shirt, pulling them open one by one and reaching inside to feel his bare flesh and fur.

"How long have you been waiting for this, Kenway?"

"Since the moment you stepped into my locker room... John," the cougar replied, nibbling on the side of Blacksad's jaw.

Blacksad's voice trembled ever so slightly. "Oh, we're on a first name basis now?" he said, reaching down and cupping the growing bulge on Kenway's pants. He loved how the other feline tensed and his tail went completely rigid.

"I-I'd be disappointed if we aren't" said Kenway as he breathed into his muzzle.

Blacksad grabbed hold of Kenway's jaw as he pressed his lips, and tongue, into the cougar's own once again. Kenway didn't even really fight back, letting Blacksad dominate him orally. The cougar had succeeded in peeling off Blacksad's shirt as they continued to make out by the door.

Grabbing the cougar by the wrists, Blacksad led the two of them away from the door and stumbled their way through the living room. As felines, they really didn't need light to see in the dark, but as they were both quite preoccupied in undressing each other it was hard not to bump into the few pieces of furniture in the not so spacious room.

The cougar grunted when Blacksad pushed him to the wall. He barely realized that the detective was manhandling his shirt while their lips and tongues were all over each other's faces. Kenway managed to unbuckle the detective's belt and his pants down when Blacksad pushed his shirt open.

Blacksad let out a breathy moan when Kenway reached into his underwear and squeeze his growing hardon. Growling lustfully, Blacksad buried his muzzle on Kenway's neck, attacking the soft flesh with his fangs and tongue. He thought he heard Kenway mewl in response while he worked to remove the rest of the cougar clothes.

With their clothes pooled around their ankles, the two felines took a moment to admire each other's bodies. Blacksad ran his fingers across the muscular contours of Kenway's body. The cougar was broad and was built like a brick house. His strong, hard earned muscles flexed under his touch. Blacksad on the other hand, did not have Kenway's hard, well-cut figure and proportions. However, he was still in very good shape, even with the slight padding on his belly, which Kenway did not hesitate to poke playfully.

"You must come and work out with me sometime," said Kenway with a cheeky grin.

"Rude," Blacksaid snorted before he cupped the cougar's cheek and locked their lips to another round of passionate making out.

Both of their hands were now busy groping and squeezing each other's manhoods. Blacksad pulled down Kenway's briefs and fished out the cougar's girthy rod. It was already slick with pre. The cougar made a soft yelp when Blacksad's hands wrapped around his rod and gave it a not so gentle squeeze.

Kenway's response was reaching into Blacksad's underwear and pulling out his hard cock, giving it a hard squeeze which made the detective's breath pitch.

"You know... I do like it when they play rough," Blacksad growled a little with a predatory glint in his green eyes. He gave Kenway's hard cock a hard tug, earning a surprised yowl from the other feline.

"I'll show you rough!" Kenway shouted and tackled Blacksad to the floor.

They two felines fought for dominance on the floor in a tangle of limbs and lustful snarls. One moment Kenway would have the upper hand, raining a trail of licks and rough nibbles down his chest and stomach, before Blacksad turned the tables on the cougar and had the other feline pinned down on the floor, with the cougar at the mercy of his mouth and hands.

There was a moment where the cougar moaned and writhed pitifully as Blacksad teased his privates ceaselessly. Victory was short lived however, when Kenway grappled and flipped Blacksad around so the detective was on the floor, trapped under the cougar's vice-like grip. He might or might not have let out a yowl when Kenway squeezed his cock and balls tight.

It took Blacksad exactly a second to realize the position they were in. Kenway had his backside to him. Blacksad took the opportunity to grab the cougar's exposed ass and bury his muzzle between the firm ass cheeks. As expected, Kenway gasped in surprise, followed by a moan of pleasure when Blacksad dragged his tongue over and around his tailhole. His grip on Blacksad's legs loosened almost immediately as he continued to lick and taste the cougar's ass.

"F-fuck... where did you... aaaahhhh..."

With the cougar's grip almost nonexistent, Blacksad pulled his muzzle back. In one swift motion, he managed to flip both of them around again, with him now straddling the cougar. Kenway looked just a bit dazed.

"And I thought you're the boxing champion, Robbie," Blacksad chuckled.

"To be fair, that was not boxing," the cougar huffed. Blacksad flinched a little when Kenway gripped his hard cock with his hand. A lecherous grin slowly spread across his muzzle. "And since we're now playing dirty..."

"What are you--aah.... f-fuck..." Blacksad groaned out. Kenway's hot, slick mouth felt wonderful around his cock.

The cougar's hands gripped Blacksad's hips firmly as he bobbed his head on the detective's rod, his tongue wrapping around his entire hard length with gusto. Blacksad couldn't quite keep himself to stay silent.

"R-Rob...nngh..."

Kenway's hands started to wander upwards, tracing lines over Blacksad's hard belly and further upwards to his firm pecs. Blacksad's own hands found their way to Kenway's head, threading his fingers through the cougar's tawny strands. He let out another gasp when Kenway did something with his tongue that sent jolts of pleasure up through his spine.

"G-god man..."

Kenway chortled through a mouthful of cock.

Blacksad exhaled a raggedy breath when he saw how the cougar was looking up at him. The pure lust behind his blue and green eyes was adding to the pressure that had been building inside him. The cougar never seemed to stop moving, sucking, licking, and stroking wherever he could. Blacksad barely realized that he was humping into Kenway's muzzle, nor how Kenway had his entire cock down his maw, all the way to the hilt.

The sudden feeling of cold air around his cock was rather jarring.

"F-fuck Rob... why did you stop?" Blacksad certainly did not whine.

Kenway grinned cheekily back at him. "Patience Johnny. Can't have you finish this quickly now can we?"

Blacksad let out a chuckle. He shifted his position so he can lean down on top of the cougar. "Of course," he said, and his muzzle found Kenway's throat, trailing his tongue and his lips over the cougar's neck.

Kenway drew a shuddery breath. "So... how do you want to do this?"

"I wouldn't mind returning the favor... but I think someone's ready for the main event," Blacksad grinned, pressing his backside against Kenway's hard cock.

"O-oh..."

"But I think we better move to the bed," said Blacksad as he rose to his feet. "The floor isn't exactly the best place to... ah, frolic around."

Kenway laughed loudly as he accepted Blacksad's outstretched hand and pushed himself up. "That I can agree. Lead the way then."

Blacksad led his guest into the adjoining room without turning on the lights. It was easy to navigate now that their eyes had fully adjusted in the dark. The only source of light was from the dim lights coming from the streets far below them that managed to spill through the windows.

The detective led Kenway to the single bed on the corner of the room. It's a tight fit for both of them, but it'll have to do. Kenway pressed his muzzle on Blacksad again the moment they sat down. Their hands on the back of each other's heads as they made out. They remained kissing when Blacksad lied down and their hard cocks rubbed against each other.

"So, what would you like to do, mister detective?" Kenway purred when they broke from their kiss, gently stroking both of their hard cocks with his meaty hand.

Blacksad gave out a shaky breath. "Ahhmmm... was thinking that you... hhhmhh... could ride me."

"Oh... oh! Ah, yes, why not?" the cougar grinned broadly, grinding his cock once against Blacksad, before he pushed himself up.

A sudden air of embarrassment and awkwardness radiated out from the large, sturdy cougar, which made Blacksad blink in confusion.

"Something wrong?"

"Say... you do have something for what you have in mind, yes? Because... ah, I don't bring anything with me."

Blacksad couldn't help but snort in amusement. "That's what you're worried about? Top drawer, nightstand."

"Right, right... of course," Kenway said with an immense air of embarrassment as he went to the nightstand. The cougar searched the nightstand drawer until he found what they needed and joined Blacksad on the bed once more.

Blacksad watched with mounting horniness and amusement when Kenway insisted on putting the rubber on his cock. The cougar made a show of putting it on him, and made an even bigger spectacle of lubing his ass, gyrating his hips slowly in a seductive dance-like move. Blacksad shivered a little when the lube was applied to his cock as well.

Anticipation slowly mounted inside Blackad when Kenway sat on top of him, positioning himself so Blacksad's hard, slick cock was sandwiched between his firm ass. Grabbing the base of Blacksad's cock, Kenway slowly guided the huge rod into his ass with several deep breaths. He was staring down at Blacksad with that deep lustful gaze that made Blacksad all sorts of tingly.

Blacksad's breath catches when Kenway eased down on him. There was only slight resistance as Blacksad's manhood slid into the cougar's lubed tailhole. Kenway's hands clamped down on Blacksad's shoulders as he slid further down on the slick hard cock. He moved his hips slowly, pushing himself deeper, until Blacksad's entire cock was deep in his ass.

Kenway exhaled a long, shaky breath.

"You good?"

"Y-yeah... it's been a while since..." Kenway made a gesture with his hand.

Blacksad smiled encouragingly. "Take your time," he said.

Kenway squeezed his ass, which made Blacksad gasp a little, and then he began to move. Blacksad groaned in pleasure as the cougar rode his manhood. His grip around his shoulders tightened just a little. Blacksad wrapped one hand around Kenway's hips while his other hand grabbed hold of the cougar's erect cock. Kenway moaned as Blacksad squeezed and stroked his manhood while he bore down on the detective.

Blacksad felt Kenway's fangs brushing against his neck as Kenway leaned down, while his hips rocked against the cat's hard cock in a needy sort of movement that left Blacksad a bit dazed. Blacksad's hand moved along with the rhythm of Kenway's hips, squeezing and tugging in a way that he knew would please the other male. They groaned into each other's maws as their lips met and their tongues danced against one another.

The cougar now has his entire weight behind every drive of his hips. He was mouthing, gasping, Blacksad's name as the detective's cock filled him up with every movement he made. Blacksad began moving his hips in tandem with the cougar's movements as well, driving his manhood deeper into his lover. Each gasp became louder and Blacksad had to clamp his muzzle with his own again so Kenway wouldn't be too loud.

Kenway bit down on Blacksad's lips as he drove his ass all the way down on Blacksad's shaft, squeezing the thick rod tightly with his ass as he finally came. Thick ropes of cum splattered across both of their chests, hitting Blacksad's face.

The sudden, rough movement and the sharp aroma of semen caused the tension that had been building inside Blacksad to burst. The cat bucked up with a pleasured yowl into Kenway's mouth, arching his back, driving his cock deeper into the cougar--which caused the cougar to come a bit more--as he came inside Kenway's tight ass.

He wasn't sure that he had ever come so hard before.

They were both gasping for breath as Kenway practically collapsed on top of Blacksad, shaking from the experience. The two felines simply laid there, with neither of them moving or saying anything for several moments. Only the sounds of their ragged breaths could be heard among the muted cacophony of noises of the late night traffic on the streets far below them.

"Ah... I think I really needed that," Kenway said a long while later, grinning up at Blacksad.

"Me too," Blacksad replied, giving the cougar a tired grin.

"We should do this more often," said the cougar with a chuckle. He slowly traced a finger across Blacksad's well-muscled chest. "How about we make this a monthly meeting, hmm?"

Blacksad stared at him in surprise. "You sure?"

"Positive," Kenway grinned a broad, impish sort of grin. Blacksad wasn't sure if Kenway was joking or was being serious.

"Well... we'll see how things goes, won't we?" he eventually said.

Kenway barked out a laugh and pushed himself off the black-furred cat. Blacksad groaned a little when his softening cock was pushed out of Kenway's warm, slick ass.

"Come on, loosen up a little. You're too serious for your own good, John," he chuckled as he turned to face Blacksad, showing his entire bare self to the other cat.

Blacksad could see the cougar's muscular profile in the dim light clearly. Come was dripping down his well-built chest and abs. His cock was semi-hard, and was still wet with his own seed.

"Well, since we really made a mess of ourselves..." said Kenway, "how about you show me the shower and we can clean up together, hmm?"

Blacksad decided that it was an offer too tempting to pass.