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Thomas could barely concentrate. It was his day off, and he wanted to relax with a few hours of PC gaming, but something nagged at the back of his mind. There was something he was forgetting, but what could it be? As a muscular tiger appeared on his screen and the title of his newest game flashed (Fighting Spirit 9), it hit him. Date Night. It was fucking Date Night.

Shit. It was Buck's day off as well, which meant he was at the gym right now, and when he got home, he'd want a warm welcome. Fuck, and he usually got home at eleven. It was ten-forty-five. Thomas had to hurry. Buck would be pissed if he didn't prepare himself. While Thomas knew that the big softy wouldn't hurt him, the pink tiger didn't want to miss out on Buck's rough affection. Sweaty tiger hugs were the highlight of Thomas's week, though he still let his big brother fuck him open as often as Buck liked.

Date Night was special. The one night that Buck let himself go and fucked Thomas into a wall, all while dripping sweat like some wild animal. No loosening him up, no slow Lovie Dovie sex, just raw animal fucking. Usually, Thomas would spend most of the day getting himself sloppy, clean, and loose for the tiger, but today his stupid mistake might cost him his favorite thing.

Racing through the house, Thomas threw off his clothes, revealing his soft pink and black fur (dyed at Buck's request) and a feminine physique he couldn't shake no matter how long he spent in the gym, not that he wanted to. Buck liked their size difference, and Thomas lived for the older tiger. Besides, there was something so sexy about being a soft little cocksleeve for his older brother.

Digging through his 'toy chest,' Thomas found his inflatable buttplug and bottle of lube. Most of the time, he'd ease the toy in, but he had no time, so he spread on as much lube as possible, then hiked his tail and slotted it against his soft, pink tail hole. Thankfully he was used to the sensation of large insertions, so the slight pain didn't trigger anything more than a squeak and a bounce of his woefully small cock.

Despite his rush, the pressure of something inside his ass never failed to send a thrill through his body, and he had to resist the urge to paw off. Taking a deep breath and shaking with the sensation of a massive penetration, he took the buttplug's pump in one hand and pumped it as fast as he could, panting as the toy expanded to its limit. As huge as it was, it was nothing compared to Buck's dick, and if he wanted to be Buck's little 'girlfriend' for the night, he needed to loosen himself up properly. It was bad enough that he didn't spend a few hours toying himself.

With moments to spare, Thomas pulled his long hair back into a ponytail and inspected his appearance in his bedroom mirror. Thankfully he showered this morning, cleaning himself out in the process, and his fur was fluffy and soft, while his cock stood proudly at its full one-inch height above tiny, cute balls. A gentle curve in his flat stomach showed off the massive buttplug's size, and his purple eyes stared back at him while his flat chest heaved with the effort of running through the house. Good enough. Maybe Buck wouldn't notice that he wasn't loose and sloppy if he showed off the rest of his assets. Thomas didn't mind a slow fuck, but nothing compared to Buck letting loose and breeding him like a personal cumdump.

The click of keys in the front door's lock drew Thomas from his room, with the massive plug crushing his prostate with every step and making his cute little cocklet drip with arousal. "H-Hello, sir. How was your trip to the gym?" Greeting Buck with his legs spread, showing off his stiff cock and the trailing bulb of the plug, he met the older tiger at the door.

"Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes? I don't have to toss you on your bed and make you squeal into the mic this time?" Tossing his keys aside without a care in the world, the white tiger towered over Thomas, his fur dripping with powerful-smelling sweat. His stomach was soft and rounded, as were his pecs, but he had biceps that could easily crush someone Thomas's size, though the younger tiger knew his teddy bear of a brother would never do such a thing. It was hard enough to get the big guy to reveal his rougher side in the first place.

"No, sir. I know what my big brother likes." Fawning over the muscular tiger with appreciative hands, Thomas stepped forward, slotting his face between those soft pecs and nuzzling into his squishy physique. Buck's fat sheath made itself known below him, pressing against his stomach and smearing masculine odors over his fur through gym shorts. What slumbered within it was even more glorious; a massive 13-inch tiger cock with enough width to ruin anyone.

Approving hands tilted Thomas's face up, and a thumb pushed past his lips, stroking over his tongue. Gentle enough not to hurt the twink but firm to brook no protest, he finger fucked Thomas's mouth until drool dripped down his digit. "Yeah, you do. Big brother's sweet little slut." He scratched behind Thomas's ears, then withdrew his finger, sweeping Thomas off of his feet and rolling his rough tongue against drooling lips until it slurped inside, overpowering Thomas's tastebuds with his kiss. Gods, he knew just what Thomas wanted. He could suck on that slippery appendage for hours.

Thomas could barely register anything but that slurping tongue grating against his own and the flood of tiger saliva dripping down his chin. Still, he vaguely noticed Buck walking past the couch to his room, with the twink tiger still clutched in herculean arms. It wasn't until their kiss broke and he fell backward onto soft cotton sheets that he broke free from his kiss-induced stupor, staring up at the hunk with begging eyes.

Standing above him in a pair of loose-fitting gym shorts that still outlined a fat sheath and a tank top that did nothing to cover glistening black and white pecs, Buck took a moment to lick his lips, then posed for Thomas, flexing his biceps and revealing steaming, dripping underarms. Thomas nearly creamed his fur, clenching on his inflated toy and squirming, craving the press of that perfect, muscled body.

"I'm feeling romantic today. How about I let you choose which part of me to worship?" Standing over Thomas in all of his dripping glory, Buck undressed, revealing damp fur, deliciously shimmering black nipples, and a heavy, leathery black sheath that could easily fit Thomas's entire face into it with a bit of a stretch. (Something he tried once, though Buck's cock nearly poked his eye out.)

Over the past two years, Thomas became intimately familiar with every scent that the older tiger's body could create, but one part of him excited Thomas like nothing else could. "C-Can I play with your chest, sir?" Squirming at the sight of that hot, dripping tiger meat, he begged to worship those well-developed tiger pecs. They were always soft, and he could hear Buck's purrs through them.

Buck only grinned at his words, following him down to the sheets and enveloping Thomas's entire body with his own. The world disappeared, replaced by two mounds of glorious tiger meat and the accompanying press of luxuriously soft belly smothering Thomas's cock. Still, strong arms kept most of the tiger's weight off Thomas's fragile frame. "This okay? I don't want to crush you."

Okay? Describing the sweaty press of unfiltered tiger as 'okay' was a disservice. It was closer to a religious experience for the submissive feline, who pressed grateful kisses along wobbling flesh until his face pressed between them, his nose huffing grateful lungs full of Buck's rank, masculine scent. Dripping perspiration fouled his fur, but he opened his mouth gratefully, lapping at salty drops and smearing his face through powerful musk.

Of course, the best part of Buck's chest still awaited him, and he meandered his lips over mountainous mounds until his lips could latch onto sensitive flesh. Buck's nipple begged for worship with its pebbled, ebony flesh, and Thomas gave it willingly, nuzzling into moist fur and pressing his nose into pillowy softness while he suckled like a desperate cub.

"Fuck, Tommy. You need it bad today, don't you?" Lowering large paws to Thomas's hips, the massive tiger drew his legs up, leaving his stuffed hole exposed to exploring fingers, then taking hold of the toy. Teasing tugs tested Thomas's hole, then growing pressure forced him to stretch, his rim clutching at the toy as if to hold it in. Like a lewd tug of war, he clenched tight, trying to hold on while the pressure built.

With a sloppy pop, the toy slurped free from Thomas's wrecked hole, leaving him gaped and shuddering. He mewled out a protest, silenced by Buck's chest squishing against his face, then relaxed as the heavy tiger sat up, bringing his massive bitch breaker into view and flopping it on top of the feminine tiger's stomach. The real thing was so much better than the toy.

"Ready for me, Tommy~?" The older tiger cooed, licking his lips as he dragged barbed, throbbing flesh over Thomas's petite endowment, leaving a trail of slimy arousal. While testing Thomas's hole with exploring fingers, Buck's expression changed to mild disappointment. "You haven't loosened yourself for me, have you? Did you forget about date night?"

"Sorry, sir. My new game just showed up, and I-" He trailed off at the stern expression boring a hole in him. "I'm sorry. Maybe if we use a lot of lube and you go slowly, you'll fit inside me?" He buried his face in sweaty pecs, apologetically suckling at one sensitive nub. His best "begging kitten eyes" stared up at Buck as if apologizing further.

"Tommy, we've been over this. I don't like hurting you. If you want to be mine, you need to remember." Stuffing three fingers past Thomas's clenching entrance, Buck growled at the resistance he found. He reached for his bedside table, grabbing a tube of lube and slipping the tip into the younger tiger's hole. Wet, cold, and slippery lube filled Thomas to the brim, leaving his hole dripping with wetness and his insides feeling like they had taken the world's coldest load.

"You're lucky you're cute. I can't stay mad at you." Buck lined his massive tip up with Thomas's gape, closing his eyes and savoring the slow swirl over the sloppy rim. His glorious body hovered over Thomas, lowering itself slowly. "You ready, baby boy? I know this is your favorite part. Just bite my chest if you need to breathe."

Bulky pecs swallowed Thomas's world, squishing his head into soft sheets and filling his nose with a hot, sweaty dose of unfiltered tiger musk. Every inch of him drowned under an avalanche of heavy muscle, and he could feel sweat dripping from every inch of Buck's body, seeping into his fur until he was sure that he would smell like a dirty locker room for days. Greedy and high on masculine stink, he could only sloppily tongue the space between Buck's pecs, practically motorboating them as they heaved on either side of his face.

"Mmph. That's it. Such a good little sweat rag. Let's see if you're half as good at being a cumdump." Steely and demanding, Buck's cock broke through Thomas's defenses, surging forward until it swelled the pink tiger's stomach. A dull ache accompanied its entrance, but he couldn't complain. Risking the rough rutting he desperately desired over a bit of pain would be stupid.

Using Thomas like a fleshlight, the older tiger slammed his massive bitchbreaker to the hilt, then dragged it free, filling the air with lewd, messy noises. Scraping barbs thrilled Thomas's insides, and his sheer size swelled Thomas's stomach into a tubby bulge. The younger tier's poor prostate didn't stand a chance. Smashed against Buck's massive shaft, it sang with pleasure.

Coherent thought faded into an intense need to get fucked, and all Thomas could do was hold on for dear life, concentrating on the sloppy slap of lubed balls pounding against his ass. An eternity of moans from his desperate throat gave way to one deep groan from the tiger above, and he knew Buck was close. Wiggling his stuffed rear, he did his best to beg for Buck's load despite the crushing muscle weighing him down, his cocklet dragging uselessly along padded abs with every thrust.

"Fuckkkk. Take it all, you greedy bitch." Buck stuffed himself as far as he could go, his colossal shaft fountaining gooey approval to swell Thomas's stomach further. His weight lifted, and Thomas's gloomy world brightened, revealing Buck's panting face and bouncing pecs. Still, his thrusts continued through his orgasm, grinding Thomas's pregnant-looking stomach against his.

A hard bounce of Buck's barbed shaft set Thomas's dicklet off, adding a few drops of satisfaction to the sweaty mess and tightening his hole to milk the last ropes from Buck's softening dick. "Sir. I- I love you." He panted out, his head lolling to the side and his paw rubbing his swollen stomach.

"I love you too, kitten." Flopping free from Thomas's clutching depths and unleashing a flood of cum from his ruined hole, Buck carefully lowered himself to the sheets next to Thomas. Those wonderfully gentle paws drew him in again for another heady kiss, and they relaxed into each other, basking in the afterglow. "Now, why don't you lick me clean? I'll sit on your face until dinner."

"Yes, sir. Thank you!" Thomas drooled at the thought of those perfect cheeks wreathing his muzzle. His tongue rolled over the glistening shaft without further prompting, settling in with his arms wrapped around Buck's cock as if it were a comforting stuffed animal. A comfortable blanket of tiger musk filled his senses, and he sighed dreamily. Life was good.