Beginning With Chances by K.M. Hirosaki

Beginning With Chances

"Beginning With Chances"

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Kepparu padded down the street in his bare paws. Evening was just about to blend away into nighttime, and the otter had felt restless sitting at home. He'd had an early dinner, but he still wasn't hungry enough to warrant eating again just yet. He didn't feel like hitting a bar, either. As much as the otter normally enjoyed being flirtatious, tonight he just wasn't in the mood. That left the good old standby: caffeine.

Though he hadn't been in town for more than a month or so, Kepparu had had enough time to figure out what was where, at least within walking distance of his apartment. There were plenty of coffee shops sprinkled throughout town, so he had just picked a random one and decided to go with it. Really, he just wanted to be out of the house. Any place would do.

As Kepparu pulled the glass door open and stepped inside, the first thing he noticed was that there was no live musical entertainment this evening. While this meant that things might be a little quiet for his liking, the silver lining was that many of the amateur performers in town weren't very good. The otter stepped on past the initial clustering of tables and stood in front of the counter, gazing up at the menu board. He waffled back and forth on what to order, but nine times out of ten, he just ended up ordering a double mocha; tonight, he wasn't up for thinking too hard, and that sounded like it'd hit the spot fine.

The cup was unusually hot, and so Kepparu's grip wavered, causing some of the brown liquid to spill over and lightly stain the creamy tan fur of his paws. Muttering under his breath, he finally placed his drink down on a table, and brought his hand to his muzzle and licked it a little before grapping a napkin and dabbing it at the fur. He sat down and let his legs stretch out, and he took a tiny sip of the mocha, knowing full well that it was far too hot to drink at the moment.

Three tables over, he saw a fox, sitting alone with his nose in a book. He was very small, though sitting down, Kepparu couldn't judge exactly how small. He definitely wasn't a child, though; the shock of headfur running between his black-tipped ears had been dyed a few shades redder than his normal color, and he wore an open, casual leather vest which showed off the fluffy white fur on his chest and belly. Kepparu would have placed his age somewhere in the early twenties, like himself.

Aside from just being cute (in the otter's estimate), there was something about the fox that made him stare at him for a bit longer than usual. Kepparu thought he recognized him from somewhere, but was at a total loss as to where that could possibly have been. He had just moved to town, after all, and he definitely hadn't met him here before. The thought nagged at the back of Kepparu's mind, and as he sipped at his still-hot drink, he kept looking over at him, hoping that some clue would strike his memory.

A few minutes passed, and Kepparu decided to just go over and talk to him. The worst that could happen was that he'd have an awkward moment of mistaken identity with a complete stranger. And even if it turned out that he didn't actually know him from anywhere, there was still the possibility that he'd be able to strike up a conversation with a cute, young fox that could conceivably be interested in guys. Kepparu stood up and headed to the fox's table.

As he got nearer, the fox looked up at him from his book. He gave Kepparu a confused look, as the otter had expected, and so he gave the fox the best neutral and polite smile that he could.

"Hey there," Kepparu said with a nod.

The tiny fox looked up at him with his solid green eyes. "Hi," he responded, still looking a little bit leery. "Can... I help you?" he asked.

"This might sound crazy, but do I know you from somewhere?" Kepparu asked. "I just get this feeling that we've met before."

Tilting his head to one side, the fox looked him over briefly. "I don't think so," he said. "Or at the very least, I don't remember you any more than you remember me," he added with a chuckle.

Kepparu chuckled, too, albeit a bit nervously and somewhat forced. He considered just apologizing and walking back to his own table, but the fox seemed nice enough, so he decided to just go for it. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, motioning to one of the free seats with a paw. He made sure that he used the paw which had his set of pride rings around the wrist, dangling them in plain view.

"I guess," the fox answered with a shrug. He still seemed wary, but Kepparu sat down anyway, placing his half-empty cup on the table. The otter lowered his head to try to see the cover of the book that the fox was reading. It wasn't anything he recognized.

Kepparu looked around for something--anything--to use to start a conversation before the awkward silence took over and became too weird for him to stay sitting there. He saw what looked to be the fox's backpack sitting on the empty chair beside him, adorned with a few patches of strange writing that Kepparu happened to be able to read.

"So what's 'Rikoshi' mean?" he asked.

The fox's ears perked up suddenly. "You can read that?" he said, sounding both surprised and flustered. "Most folks don't even recognize it as writing."

Kepparu just smiled back. "You still didn't answer my question."

"Oh, right," the fox said, laughing. "It's my name--Rikoshi. Rikoshi Kisaragi." He reached out and shook the otter's paw.

"I'm Kepparu. Nice to meet--" The otter's words cut off as the light bulb finally went off in his head. "NOW I remember where I know you from!" he shouted a bit loudly. He shrunk back against his chair and looked around, seeing that many of the patrons had turn to stare at him.

Kepparu leaned closer to the fox and spoke in a hushed voice. "You're an erotic dancer, aren't you?"

Rikoshi's eyes went wide as he stammered. "W-what?! No--yes... I mean, that was before. I'm not one anymore." His tail flittered around nervously behind him.

"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't bring up a sore subject," Kepparu said, feeling more awkward than he'd feared growing when he thought he was just going to embarrass himself.

The fox shook his head. "No, no. It's okay. It's just..." He stopped, as if looking for words. "It's been a while since I've done that. And I certainly wasn't expecting to run into anyone here who would recognize me from... 'back then.'" Rikoshi didn't look nervous anymore; if anything, he seemed shy or modest.

Kepparu gave a light nod. "That was certainly a long way's from here. Are you traveling, or...?"

Rikoshi shook his head again. "No, I moved here about half a year ago. Maybe a bit more. I figured a change of scenery would help with my new... life, I guess you could say."

"Ah, okay," Kepparu said. "I'm new to town myself, actually. Just a few weeks. Still getting to know the area and meet people and stuff like that." Before Rikoshi could say anything, Kepparu decided to make his move. "Hey, y'know, if you'd like to--"

"No," Rikoshi said firmly. "No. I don't do anonymous sex, and I'm not a whore, either. So just--"

"Wait, hold on," Kepparu said, blinking back in shock. "No, that's not it at all. I was just going to ask you out, that's all."

Rikoshi's head sagged down and he stared down at the table. "Oh. Oh, that's different." He went quiet for a few seconds, and Kepparu couldn't think of anything to say. "I'm flattered, really," Rikoshi said after the pause.

"I mean, if you'd rather not, that's--"

"No, that sounds nice, actually," Rikoshi said, looking up and smiling at him. "I didn't mean to snap at you just now."

Kepparu grinned. He figured he'd hit a nerve with the poor fox, something to do with his past, but didn't press the issue. If he got to know him better, he might ask him about it, but for now, he was just happy to have gotten a date with the cute vulpine. "That's okay. So, should I just give you my phone number, or...?"

Rikoshi got a pen out of his backpack and started scribbling on a napkin. "Actually, you know what? I'm free any night this week. Why don't you give me a call?" The fox threw in a flirty wink at the end as he stood up and handed the napkin with his phone number to Kepparu.

Standing up to shake his hand, Kepparu saw now just how small Rikoshi really was. The fox was easily over half a foot shorter than him, which put him somewhere around 5 feet exactly. His frame was small, though not exactly effeminate. His handshake was firm, though, and there was a definite grace to his movements as he snatched up his backpack and turned to walk away that betrayed his dancer past.

With a grin, Kepparu pocketed the phone number, and he finished the rest of his mocha without sitting down. He stood there for a few more seconds, checking out the fox's butt as he walked away, the fluffy, white-tipped tail swishing happily through the hole in a pair of baggy khaki shorts. The otter chuckled to himself again, letting the last wave of embarrassment bubble through him before heading off for home himself.

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Kepparu's paws crunched quietly against damp sand as he and Rikoshi walked side by side. About 24 hours had passed since the two had met in the coffee shop, and earlier in the evening, the otter had called Rikoshi up, and the two had gone and had a nice, casual dinner. Now, they were going for a bit of a walk as Rikoshi headed home, which was apparently a wooden cottage by the sea. An area of forest came right up to the ocean's edge, and there wasn't really a beach so much as there was just a narrow swath of sand for a few dozen yards between where the path from the woods emerged along the seaside up to where it met a weather-worn incline. Kepparu could see the cabin now, atop that rise, and it looked surprisingly nice.

"I don't want to bring up anything I'm not supposed to, but if you're not a dancer anymore, what do you do, exactly?" Kepparu asked. In truth, he had been curious all night long, but had not wanted to upset the fox by asking. But now, seeing that Rikoshi lived in a place like this, he simply had to ask.

"I'm a writer, actually," Rikoshi replied. "Although at the moment, it seems like I've got too many ideas and not enough finished material."

Kepparu looked at him, and then back up to the cottage that they were approaching. "How can you afford to live someplace like here, then? A seaside property like this must have cost a fortune!"

Rikoshi giggled, sounding for all the world like an excited child on his birthday. "It cost enough, that's for sure. But I had some money saved up when I moved out here. I figured that a nice, quiet place to call home was as good a thing to spend money on as any."

"Sounds good to me," Kepparu said. The had made their way up most of the incline and were coming up on the front door of the cottage now, which was on the side facing away from the ocean. The two stopped at the doorstop and looked at each other for a few moments in silence. Rikoshi shifted a bit as he stood, his paws folded behind his back.

"Can I get you anything before you go? A drink or something?" the fox asked, making eye contact with Kepparu, but just barely.

Kepparu nodded his head and said "Sure." He understood Rikoshi's nervousness. He himself was unsure if the fox was inviting him in, or if he was just trying to be polite. He already knew that he really liked Rikoshi, and didn't want to risk screwing things up. Without another word, Rikoshi got his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open.

The two walked into the small cabin. From where Kepparu stood, he could see the window at the far end of the cottage. There were two doors on the right wall. The room that they were in now looked like a combination of a living room and a study. There was one large bookcase, stocked full, which stood next to the fireplace. A large sofa and two chairs were placed around three sides of the coffee table, which was cluttered with leftover dishes from what looked to be a recent lunch.

"So what can I get you?" Rikoshi asked, having already stepped through the first door. From what Kepparu could see, it was a small kitchen.

"Just a glass of water's fine," Kepparu replied. Tea or coffee would have hit the spot very well, but he didn't want to ask for something that would take a long time to drink and overstay his welcome, in the case that he was misreading his signals.

Rikoshi emerged from his kitchen, holding out a single glass of water for Kepparu. "Thanks," the otter said with a nod, and took a few big sips of it before placing it down on the table behind him. When he turned back around, he saw that Rikoshi had gone back to avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"I feel like I owe you an apology," Rikoshi said softly. "I initially only agreed last night to go out with you because I felt bad about having snapped at you. But I ended up having a really good time tonight."

Kepparu tried to gauge the look on the fox's face. He had been very friendly an open with him all evening, and he didn't look like he was trying to hide anything now. Rikoshi continued. "I didn't want to come across as being a slut or anything, especially since you know what I used to do. And I normally don't accept random offers for dates like that. But... you seem really nice. It's a very welcome change to find someone who'll go out to dinner with you and actually have stimulating conversation as opposed to just making lewd comments and speeding things along to try and get into bed," he said, laughing at the end.

"Well I like you, too," Kepparu said, feeling his face flush. "And I hope we can see each other again sometime."

Rikoshi stepped up to him and looked up, the color of his eyes being brought out by the forest green shirt he was wearing. "Oh, definitely," the fox said, placing his paw up on the otter's shoulder. "You're the nicest guy I'm met in a long time. I'd be stupid to let you go that easy."

This time, Kepparu definitely felt the pulse rushing in his head from embarrassment. He'd had a wonderful evening with Rikoshi, and he was glad that he wasn't the only one who had enjoyed it.

"I usually just see people off at the door," Rikoshi said, smiling. "And I certainly don't want you to think I'm easy. But since you're already here, the least I can do is this." Before Kepparu had a chance to react either way, Rikoshi had stepped up on his tiptoes and pressed his mouth to his own.

The fox slid his tongue against Kepparu's teeth, and the otter opened his mouth slightly, letting their muzzles lock. Rikoshi gripped his paw firmly at Kepparu's shoulder, probing his tongue in deeper as they kissed slowly. A soft churring rumbled in the back of Kepparu's throat, and his slid his hands up over Rikoshi's hips, but then stopped before he accidentally went too far.

Just as he thought that, the fox ran his other paw up the inside of Kepparu's thigh and cupped it over his crotch through his denim pants. The otter let out a happy but surprised moan into Rikoshi's muzzle, and he broke the kiss off suddenly. Rikoshi leaned forward and ground his paw forward a little harder, looking up at Kepparu with a playful, vulpine smile.

"I... thought you said you didn't usually do this sort of thing," Kepparu said, giggling both because he was nervous and because of the fox's moving paw.

Rikoshi kissed the side of Kepparu's muzzle. "I don't," he said. "But I don't usually accept dates from strangers in coffee shops, either." He gave Kepparu's crotch a tiny squeeze, and otter merfed softly. Unsurprisingly, his jeans were beginning to feel progressively tighter.

As suddenly as he had started, Rikoshi pulled his paw away and took a half step back. "If this is too early for this for you, we can stop. I'm sorry."

Kepparu shook his head. "No, it's okay. I mean..." He looked down at the fox, and noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. He closed the distance between them again, and wrapped his arms around Rikoshi, grinding his hardness against his own. "It's not too soon for me if it's not too soon for you." He tried to think of a better, more graceful way to say that, but something about the situation hinted that it was too late in the game to be modest.

Rikoshi licked at the otter's chin and chuckled playfully, stepping away again. "Then let's head somewhere more comfortable before we end up naked on the hardwood floor," he said, walking towards the second door out of the main room, motioning for Kepparu to follow. Kepparu didn't think the idea of succumbing to passion with the fox right then and there was unpleasant by any means, but he had better control of that. Besides, he thought, beds made more fun positions possible.

The bedroom was plain, but looked cozy. The bed took up most of the small room, its sky blue sheets making it look very inviting for some reason. Rikoshi turned around and pulled Kepparu into another passionate kiss, and he hooked his paws inside of the waist the otter's jeans. He slid his fingers teasingly back and forth along Kepparu's waistline a few times, then pulled the bottom of the otter's shirt free from his pants. Rikoshi stood on tiptoe and lifted the collared shirt up over Kepparu's head and tossed it on the floor, revealing the otter's chest and belly, which was a lighter tan color than the rest of him.

Kepparu reached down and undid the clasp of his belt buckle, then wrapped his arms around Rikoshi, putting his paws at the small of the fox's back. He slowly lifted his arms and took Rikoshi's shirt off, much as the fox himself had just done to him. The otter's heart began to beat harder in his chest as he hugged the lovely, half-naked vulpine closer, the white, fluffy fur of his underside brushing softly against him. Once more, the two locked muzzles, the kiss gentle and affectionate as they explored the inside of each other's mouths.

With a loud murr, Rikoshi pulled free of the kiss and let himself fall backwards into a seated position on the edge of the bed. He gazed up into Kepparu's eyes as his pair of black-furred paws unbuttoned the otter's jeans, and pulled them and his boxers halfway down the length of his thighs. Kepparu gasped as his member became exposed to the cool air, already having grown hard enough for most of his shaft to be free of its sheath. Rikoshi's thumb and forefinger wrapped around the bottom and gave a firm squeeze, causing a single, glistening droplet to form at his tip. The young fox shut his eyes and sat himself forward more, and drew the very tip of his tongue across Kepparu's slit, lapping the drizzle from him.

Rikoshi opened his eyes and looked up into Kepparu's face, his foxish grin causing the otter to laugh a little. The tiny fox gave the smallest of nods, then shut his eyes again, reaching his paws around to grab at the otter's rear below the base of his rudder-like tail. He flattened his black-tipped ears against his head and leaned forward, mouth parted as he slid Kepparu's tip inside before giving it a gentle suck. The otter whimpered happily at the feeling, and Rikoshi proceeded to slowly take the rest of his length into his muzzle. Kepparu shuddered and moaned as Rikoshi moved his tongue around, slathering him with saliva as he throbbed within the fox's warm mouth. He reached down to finger one of Rikoshi's ears absent-mindedly, and the fox murred in approval, beginning to bob his head slowly along the otter's shaft. Rikoshi drew his tongue along the underside as he moved, and his dark, dyed forelocks tickled below Kepparu's bellybutton.

The desire for Kepparu to start moving his hips back and forth was overridden by his not wanting to disrupt Rikoshi's precious rhythm. The otter's jaw went slack as he stood still, languid and basking in pleasure. He watched intently as the fox tended to him, his vulpine features managing to look cute and handsome at the same time. Rikoshi pulled his muzzle back a bit farther and swirled his tongue around the head, opening his eyes and fixing them up at Kepparu.

Kepparu flashed Rikoshi a goofy, almost drunken smile, and gently touched his paw to the the fox's cheek before he could slip his muzzle down again. Rikoshi smiled and took the signal to stop, a playful glint in his emerald eyes as he grinned back at Kepparu. The otter brushed a paw down Rikoshi's side while he slid his pants the rest of the way off as he sat down on the bed next to him. The fox's arousal had already caused a damp spot to seep through the end of the nice bulge in his khakis. Kepparu fondled the form of his hardness firmly through the fabric, and Rikoshi tilted his head back and opened his mouth in an airy, wordless sigh.

As if on some unseen cue, Rikoshi lay back, his feet still dangling over the side of the bed. Kepparu stroked the length of the fox's large, fluffy tail twice, then unfastened his pants. Rikoshi bowed his hips upward so that the otter could pull the khakis off of him, and they came off without much resistance. Kepparu lay over onto his side, and the two wrapped their arms around one another as their now naked bodies pressed together.

The pair wriggled up against each other, and Rikoshi's hard tip pressed into Kepparu's tummy, a tiny amout of sticky dampness soaking into the fur. Kepparu crooked his head inward and began to nibble at the side of Rikoshi neck as he reached down and wrapped his webbed paw around the fox's shaft. The fox's small frame suddenly went still, and he made a noise that sounded partway between a yip and whimper as the otter began to stroke him. Kepparu licked and suckled lightly at the flesh over the big pulse in the fox's neck.

Rikoshi's erection was warm and slick as Kepparu slid his paw back and forth along its length. The fox breathed deeply and heavily, starting to thrust back somewhat against Kepparu's movements as his large tail thumped softly against the bed. Kepparu pulled his grip back to the ridge just below the head, and he squeezed his hand and wriggled his fingers. Rikoshi's eyes rolled up partway and his mouth opened in a soundless moan. "Right there," he gasped out. "That feels really good..."

Kepparu allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. He rubbed his nosepad up into Rikoshi's cheek fur, then planted a series of tiny kisses along the line of his muzzle. The fox met his gaze and they both smiled warmly at one another. Rikoshi let out a surprised, half-yelp as Kepparu placed his paws at the fox's hips and rolled over onto his back, pulling the fox up on top him.

"So, do you know any special tricks from your time as a dancer?" Kepparu asked, grinning up at the fox.

Rikoshi laughed and smirked. "Oh, I know plenty of tricks," he said as he reached down between his legs and clutched Kepparu's shaft, eliciting a moan from the otter. "But I can't show you them."

"Oh?" Kepparu said, raising an eyebrow as he feigned offense. "And just why not?"

"Because," Rikoshi replied as he crawled forward a little, brushing his tail in between Kepparu's legs as he straddled his belly, "I need some way of making sure you'll want to go out to dinner with me again."

Kepparu barked out a laugh. "I think I already have enough incentive to want to see you again."

"You mean because you already got me into bed once already?" Rikoshi asked with a smirk.

"Hey!" Kepparu protested, reaching his arms out to tickle behind the fox's knees. "I meant because I really like you, that's why! Besides, YOU got ME into bed."

Rikoshi giggled at the tickling, and bent down to kiss Kepparu on the nose. "And you're not complaining."

Kepparu licked up at the fox's chin. "No, I'm not complaining."

"Good," Rikoshi replied, flicking his tongue out at Kepparu's briefly. The fox leaned back up and reached behind himself, holding the base of Kepparu's shaft as he scooted back. "Because I'm hoping that you want this as much as I do." He lifted his tail a little and leaned back a bit more, making sure that the otter's shaft was lined up where it needed to be. Kepparu looked him in the eyes and nodded in response to the unasked question. Rikoshi nodded back and closed his eyes as he let his body sink back carefully.

Kepparu took Rikoshi's paws into his own and held them gently as the fox lowered himself. He lay completely still as he felt the pressure of Rikoshi's tight entrance bearing against him for a few moments before it spread open enough for his tip to slide in. Rikoshi let out a sharp sigh and held himself in place for a few seconds before he squeezed his paws back at Kepparu's and began to shift his weight backwards again. Kepparu watched through half-closed eyes as the fox's tight rear sank down and enveloped his shaft. When Rikoshi had finished taking all of the otter's length inside him, he opened his eyes and rested his paws on Kepparu's chest.

"You feel really nice," Rikoshi said with a small upturned smile as he wiggled his rump. Kepparu giggled as the playful fox moved around and clenched and unclenched himself around his shaft.

"So do you," Kepparu replied, holding onto the fox's arms just above the elbows. He wanted badly to start jerking his hips upward, but knew that Rikoshi would let him know when it was clear to do that.

Slowly, Rikoshi leaned forward, and Kepparu began to slide out of the fox's warm, tight passage. He pulled himself forward far enough that only Kepparu's tip still remained inside him, then he let himself slide back until the otter was once again hilted within him. Kepparu let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and rested his head back on the pillow as Rikoshi started up a gentle, easy, rocking motion.

Kepparu felt the deep pleasure welling up inside of him as Rikoshi moved back and forth along his shaft. Part of him was almost content to simply lie there lazily and let the fox do all the work, but the rest of him knew that otherwise they'd both get to enjoy things far more. As Rikoshi continued to ride him, Kepparu could feel that the fox was quickly getting looser. Kepparu raised his hips as Rikoshi lowered himself, and the fox whimpered quietly.

The otter flinched inwardly, afraid he had inadvertantly hurt his partner. "No, don't stop," Rikoshi said, squeaking his words out through his half-clenched teeth. "That felt really good." The fox tilted his head back and closed his eyes, his tongue partway lolled out of the side of his muzzle. Kepparu took the sign and started to slowly push himself upwards into him. Rikoshi's raked the very tips of his claws down over Kepparu's chest and stomach as his tail swished wildly.

Everything seemed to slow down just a bit for Kepparu as his mind swam dizzily with pleasure. He steadied one paw up against the small of Rikoshi's back, and moved his other one up to the fox's dripping, quivering shaft. The fox cried out softly and bucked back and forth faster, simultaneously pumping himself in and out of the otter's webbed paw and throwing himself back onto his thrusts. Kepparu responded by driving his hips harder and faster, and Rikoshi panted and moaned louder still.

Rikoshi's mouth kept moving and then twisting out of shape, as if he were trying to say something but couldn't get it out. It must have been good, though, Kepparu figured, because whenever he tried to slow down to see if the fox was okay, he would simply shake his head, and so the otter would go back to thrusting harder again. Rikosh's tiny vulpine frame shuddered wonderfully atop him, urging him to quicken his pace even more. The fox whipped his head back and yelped ecstatically, and suddenly his body spasmed as his tip spurted forth, spraying Kepparu's chest and tummy with a wonderfully warm, sticky whiteness.

Kepparu let go of Rikoshi's shaft and put both paws on the fox's hips to steady him as he wavered and wobbled. Quite obviously weak and spent, the fox panted rapidly for a few seconds, then began to take slow, deep breaths as his small body collapsed over Kepparu's form. He nuzzled up weakly under the otter's chin once, then twisted his head to lick up some of his own juices from the sticky fur on Kepparu's chest.

The otter chuckled at Rikoshi's antics, but the fox could do nothing but smile. He slowly pulled himself off of Kepparu and let himself down onto the mattress, lying on his stomach. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," Rikoshi said. He sounded like his voice was half there, half not there, as if he were still recovering from his orgasm. "Go ahead, keeping going," he muttered, giving his tail a half-hearted swish.

Dragging himself to his knees, Kepparu gazed down at Rikoshi, stretched out beneath him. He really was a lovely specimen of fox, he thought. He slid his paws up along Rikoshi's sides and held onto his shoulders as he laid himself down over him, repositioning his tip up under the base of the fox's tail. He gave the fox a quick nibble on the tip of an ear, and pushed himself inside. Rikoshi let out a barely audible moan and nodded his head against his pillow as Kepparu began to take him again.

Even after Kepparu has been making love to him for as long as he had, Rikoshi was still nicely tight around him. The otter knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer, and instinct drove him to pump his hips faster and faster. He squeezed Rikoshi's shoulders, bit down on them gently, and kissed the nape of his neck as his rhythm began to break down. A handful of moments later, Kepparu could take no more, and he swallowed back his moaning as he released himself inside of the fox, his thrusts quickly tapering off thereafter.

A good minute passed with Kepparu lying still atop Rikoshi; the only sounds to be heard were heavy breathing and pounding heartbeats. Kepparu flicked the tip of his rudder at Rikoshi's feet, and the fox giggled as he squirmed beneath him.

"Okay, you definitely get a second date," Rikoshi said, still giggling.

Kepparu smiled and kissed the fox between the ears. "And then do I get to see some of your fun dancing things?"

Rikoshi hummed, faking pensiveness. "Okay. But only if you behave yourself."

"And what if I don't behave myself?" Kepparu asked as he wrapped his arms under Rikoshi's chest lay over sideways, the two of them ending up in a spooning position.

"Then I guess you still get to see them anyway," the fox answered, flitting his tail back against the otter's legs. "But you'll have to pay for dinner."

Kepparu nipped teasingly at one of the fox's ears. "And what makes you think I'm going to take you out to dinner?"

"Because I'm so cute and irresistible, of course," Rikoshi replied, turning around in Kepparu's arms and kissing him on the nose. He hugged his arms back around the otter and scritched at his back.

"Well, you're certainly that," Kepparu said, then drew the tiny fox into a long, slow, loving kiss. As it broke off, Rikoshi stared deeply back into his eyes and stroked his cheek delicately.

"I was planning on waking up bright and early tomorrow and getting some work done on my writing," Rikoshi said. "But suddenly, I have the urge to just sleep in." He snuggled himself up against Kepparu's chest, the warmth of his body adding to the otter's pleasantly fuzzy feeling of post-orgasmic bliss.

Kepparu traced tiny patters along the ridge of the fox's spine with a claw tip. "So when's a good time for me to call you?"

Rikoshi licked the side of Kepparu's muzzle. "Call me? What makes you think I'm letting you leave?"

"Why wouldn't I get to leave?" Kepparu asked, grinning.

"Because I said so."

Kepparu smiled even wider. "And what if I told you I have somewhere important I needed to be early tomorrow morning?"

"Doesn't matter," Rikoshi responded. "I say you have to stay here with me. And I also say you have to sleep in."

"Oh? And why do I have to do that?"

Rikoshi rubbed his nose against Kepparu's. "Because I need you to be well-rested, of course."

Kepparu raised an eyebrow. "Well-rested, huh? You're going to test out those tricks of yours on me so soon, are you?"

"That, or I might make you cook me some breakfast and serve it to me here in my bed," Rikoshi answered, giving the otter another kiss.

Kepparu just laughed and smiled. When morning came, he'd be perfectly happy with either.