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Shortly after Kyle, a cute and athletic fox boy, knocks timidly on the door of the apartment, the door opens with a squeak and a very comfy looking Max peers out. They're both dressed casually and pretty lightly for a pleasantly cool day like this. The chesty rat boy smells faintly of tame, natural musk.

"Come in," the Max invites, smiling warmly. The door closes with a quiet, reassuring click.

"Your place is surprisingly clean," Kyle comments, leaving his shoes by the door taking a look around.

"I tidied it up just for you," Max says casually. They both just kinda stand there for a moment. "Wanna sit in the kitchen and have like a snack?" he offers.

"Meh, I just ate at home. Am dehydrated though."

"I'll pour you something." Max quickly walks ahead to the kitchen, his light, loose socks sliding on the floor a little.

Kyle follows behind slowly, taking in the interior. It feels comfy, like a girl's place, especially with the golden sunlight streaming through the windows. The kitchen is basic but tidy. A bunch of water is splashed around the sink, Max must have washed the dishes just before Kyle arrived. The rat boy meanwhile is standing by the open fridge and pouring two tall glasses of cold apple juice.

"Here you go." He sets aside one glass and hands the other to Kyle.

"Thanks Max. I feel like I'm on a date."

"Tsk. I'm still not sure what we're gonna do. I think I just wanna chill."

"I'm down." Kyle smiles cheerfully.

Max grabs his drink and leads them out of the kitchen.

They enter the bedroom. The queen sized bed is made, the streaming rig that takes up the corner beside it is switched off. It's very quiet. Max sits down on the pastel coloured sheets and pats the spot beside him. Kyle obliges. He leans companionably onto Max's shoulder and sips on his apple juice. Max idly waits for him to be satisfied, before taking both of their drinks and lazily leaning over to place them on the windowsill. After that they stare into eachother's eyes for a moment. Kyle wraps his arms tightly around Max and topples them both onto the sheets.

"You still kinda smell."

"And you like that?"

"Well, you'd be surprised."

"I'm not surprised."

"Hm. Can we talk about something else?"

"Would you like to just cuddle?"

"Yeah." Kyle's cheeks are rosy.

They get to the middle of the bed and idly splay out, arms wrapped loosely around eachother. Kyle rests his face on Max's pillowy chest. They lay there for a bit and listen to eachother breathing.

"Are you getting hard?" Max asks in a nonchalant tone, watching as something starts snaking along the leg of Kyle's shorts.

"Mhm... It doesn't bother you, right?"

"It doesn't." Max runs his fingers through the fox boy's hair. The erection begins to strain visibly against the fabric.

"You can take them off."

"But that's weird."

"You're so hard that there's no difference."

"This is just a normal boner."

"Then I guess you're really virile."

Kyle giggles.

"Come on, let's set you free."

They both sit up. Kyle pulls off his shorts. No underwear. He sits there with his legs apart, comfortably hard, slick and throbbing with healthy male vigour.

"Much better," Max says before stripping off his own bottoms. He's pretty much limp and comparatively dainty.

"Why would you also take yours off though?"

"Because that way it's fair." Max turns to his side and softly pushes Kyle down with a gentle hand on his chest. They hug.

The fox boy and the rat boy softly press their bodies together. Max's D cups squish pleasantly against Kyle's handsome flat chest, while Kyle's hardon throbs between their stomachs, in time with his heartbeat, intensely enough for Max to feel it. Max has his eyes closed while Kyle looks blankly at his face, watching the corners of the rat boy's mouth curl into a blissful little smile.

"This is oddly nice," the fox boy comments.

"I thought you'd get bored way quicker," Max answers without opening his eyes.

"I'm not bored."

Max's hands slowly glide down from Kyle's shoulders to his lower back. "There's so much you're feeling, right?"

"I guess."

"Like what?" Max opens his eyes and watches Kyle's blush intensify.

"Iunno. I'm hard. You're soft. You smell."

"I was wondering when you'd bring that up again." He leans forward and looks into his eyes, caring and affectionate. "So... are you still sure you wanna do it?"

"Do what?"

"Don't play dumb, we texted about it last night."

"Ah." The fox boy stutters. "Y-yeah."

"Okay." Kyle gets a little smooch from Max. "You go on top."

Max rolls onto his back lazily and watches Kyle timidly come in to straddle his face. As he brings his leg over, the tip of his red rocket brushes rudely against the side of the rat boy's face, leaving a streak of precum.

"Sorry."

"You're good."

The fox boy lowers himself down, squishing Max's chest under his abdomen. His long, red dick slides along, nestled between Max's boobs, until his balls and ass are right in front of the rat boy's nose.

"It's really cute."

Kyle doesn't respond to the compliment, but his neat, triangular anus winks visibly.

Max has his legs apart, letting Kyle get down past his soft, delicate package and to his butt. His breath is cool on Max's wide, slightly sweaty asshole.

"Ready?"

"Kinda no." Kyle clenches again, shy.

"Well, sorry." Max brings his head forward and drags his sloppy, wet tongue over Kyle's exposed tailhole.

"Mmhh..." His cock tenses up, rock hard on the rat boy's chest.

"Now you lick mine."

The fox boy obeys, placing his tongue on Max's taint, pushing it ahead between the soft asscheeks and slowly running it over the welcoming entrance. Max's limp dick twitches somewhere by the side of Kyle's head and begins to leak.

"How is it?"

"Salty."

"Just like sweat, then?"

"Yeah."

"Let's keep going."

They spend a while like this, lapping at eachother's assholes. They get into it, with Max starting to whimper and even getting pretty much fully hard, while Kyle moans quietly and coats Max's belly with his thick pre, soaking through the thin shirt.

"You're adorable," Max says, vibrating against Kyle's now much more relaxed entrance, "I'm so fucking happy." Max wraps his arms around his lower back, holding the fox boy softly, and plants a tender kiss on his hole, pulling away to watch it contract subtly in time with his breathing.

"I feel pretty good too. Please keep licking though."

They resume without either of them saying a word.

Another while passes. They've both lost track of time, but the sun is currently threatening to disappear behind the horizon, sending vibrant orange light into the room.

"So um," Max initiates, laying his head back.

Kyle gets his face out of Max's ass. "What?" he asks, annoyed.

"I think you can probably guess..." Max bites his lip. "I'm too shy to say it out loud."

"I think I have a guess. Um." They're both flustered.

"Together..?" Max digs his fingers into Kyle's tight, bony boybutt, spreading it. Kyle parts Max's asscheeks gently.

"We're so weird..."

"We want it because we like eachother so much."

"That's kinda wholesome."

Max presses his nose softly up to Kyle's entrance. His cheeks flush.

"Someone has to say when."

"We can wait a little more. Calm down and get used to me," Max instructs gently.

"...The silence is stressing me out," Kyle complains. "N-now."

Nothing happens for a moment. Then they start letting foul air out onto eachother's noses with little more than a hiss. Max sneezes.

"You okay?" Kyle asks, not pulling away, with his nose pressed as close to Max's anus as he can get it from this angle.

"Gross... I'm still hard though."

"I've never been harder in my life." Kyle pushes out another silent one. Max does better at dealing with it this time. In turn, he lets out a short one with a loud, shameful hissing noise.

"I can't believe we're doing this."

They keep going, taking turns blowing gas into eachother's faces, trying their hardest to make it quiet.

"Fuck, you reek."

"You do too, Kyle."

"I love you."

"...You're heavy."

"Awh... Want me to get off you already?"

"You can keep sitting on my face."

Kyle sits up, trapping Max under his bushy tail.

"You wanna cum?" Max asks, muffled by his butt.

"Yeah."

"You can stay on top of me and jerk off." He grabs his own, mostly hard little dick.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Max brushes his tongue over Kyle's puckered anus. "Go ahead."

They both start jackhammering at their dicks. Kyle runs his hand roughly along his sensitive red rocket and hardened knot, while Max beats the fuck out of his moist, gentle femcock. Max starts panting, right up against Kyle's asshole, and Kyle in turn moans the whole time. He's so vocal, it's cute.

"I love you too." Max's toes curl.

Max lets out a few whimpers and whines as he reaches orgasm first, coating his hand in thin, transparent cum. He lies there, breathing heavily in the musty, stale air under Kyle's ass.

"I'm close... haa..." Kyle whines.

Max gets an idea. First he softly plants his hands on the fox boy's toned little buttocks, then he spreads them forcefully. Kyle rips a fucking disgusting fart, yowls and cums right there, spurting thick seed all over the bed in front of him. "Fuck!," he hears from under his ass. It takes a moment for his brain to start working after such a heavy orgasm, and when it does he immediately jumps off Max.

"I'm so sorry!"

"You-" Max sits up. "Wait, holy shit... Do you usually shoot this much cum?"

"Uhh, kinda no," Kyle answers, looking over the dishevelled sheets splattered with an impressive amount of fox boy jizz. "We need to clean up."

"I feel like I've lost my sense of smell. You're foul."

"Fuckin, you too, Max."

"Uh..." His rodent brain short-circuits. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

They put their shorts back on and go to fetch some paper towels. Max makes Kyle clean the cum off while he leans on the windowsill drinking the by now warm apple juice. The sun sets, and the daylight turns blue.

"Where's the trash?"

"Open the thing under the sink, it's in there."

The fox boy goes to throw away the balled up soggy tissues, then returns to join Max, finishing his own drink. They set their glasses down and make passionate eye contact for a few seconds, thinking of everything they could say to eachother.

"Do you know where this tongue has been, Kyle?"

"Uhh..."

Max gently embraces Kyle and forces his tongue into his mouth, more sensual than violent. Kyle keeps his teeth clenched at first, then gives in, and they make out for a bit. The fox boy still seems to be feeling a bit weird, his kissing technique is very lazy, kind of reluctant. Good enough for Max. He pulls away soon, leaving a couple thick strings of spit connecting their tongues. "Good boy." Kyle smiles sheepishly as he gets his hair ruffled.

Soon Kyle is pulling his shoes back on by the door.

"How was it?" Max asks.

"Fucking weird... I kinda loved it though."

"Same... You're a ton of fun, I really wish you didn't have to leave." Max stares at him longingly.

"Maybe I don't, strictly speaking..."

"Don't let me ruin your life or anything, we're supposed to be friends."

"It's nothing important."

"If you say so."