In Pursuit of Good Housekeeping
Apparently halflings operate home-run brothels. For dwarves. What else would make sense?
A brief disclaimer! This isn't really furry stuff. Nor is it really plot-heavy stuff. Actually it's about a bunch of dudes doing dude things with their dude parts. I actually wrote it as part of a dare in about an hour and a bit, so... Um, yeah. Well, enjoy and stuff.
The building wasn't the best. Carved from stone just like everything else in the North Hall, but worn from centuries of use by innumerable tenants. The current inhabitants, a pair of halflings, had furnished the place with enough common sense to hide the disrepair beneath rugs and behind tapestries. Motsy knew well enough to see through it. He didn't like Beau and Milo living in such an old building, especially not in a district reputed for its violent taverns.
Motsy made his way down the hallway quietly. There were only three rooms in the whole place, and this was one of them. At the end of the corridor, a door broke off in either direction, one leading to the bedroom and the other to the kitchen. Often, when Motsy visited, he would pay the halflings for their services in the one room and join them when invited to dinner in the other. One thing Milo and Beau were known for, among the circles that knew them, was hospitality to loyal customers. Motsy even had his own key to their home.
A gasp and giggle told him the halflings were in their bedroom. The door was locked when Motsy arrived, as it tended to be while they served a customer. Tonight, of all nights, Motsy ought to have known better than to expect that they were alone. After all, every dwarf in their ancient mountain kingdom was celebrating, and plenty of dwarves enjoyed halfling company in their celebrations. He would have to wait in the kitchen. But first, he decided, he would indulge his curiosity. Maybe it was a dwarf he knew.
Careful as he could be to not make a noise, the dwarf edged up to the bedroom door. It was already open a fraction of an inch, and as expected, made no sound as he opened it further to peer inside. He was sincerely surprised to see that Milo and Beau were actually alone, although they were plying their trade. From what Motsy could make out, Milo, the slightly bigger of the two, was atop Beau. Their legs were entwined at the ankles. Motsy was treated to the sight of Milo's lovely little bottom, propped up in the air.
Motsy heard Beau whisper something to the halfling above him, which elicited another playful laugh from the both of them. The dwarf had never seen them with each other, and as he watched Milo lower his hips to grind against Beau's, he decided it was a sight he quite enjoyed. Nevertheless, he was a dwarf of certain principles, and raised a hand to knock on the bedroom door. "It's me," he announced, as a mad and frantic scramble started on the halfling's bed.
"Motsy!" Milo cheered, springing off the bed and onto his feet as Beau hurried to cover himself with blankets. Milo's erection bobbed as he all but danced over to embrace the dwarf in a fond hug. Motsy returned the hug with a chuckle, running a broad hand over Milo's back. The callouses of the dwarf's worn skin scratched the halfling's back in a way that had always made Milo shiver.
"Don't mind if I join, do you?" The dwarf looked down at the beaming face of the bigger halfling, before looking over to his sandy-haired counterpart. Beau was smiling as well, though it was with the strangest little tinge of disappointment. It was Beau who replied,
"You know the price for both of us, Motsy."
"We'd waive it if we could," Milo added, "but we do need to eat too! And you know how hard it is to find a proper job, being too small to work and all."
"Of course, of course. And I have a surprise for you both, but that can wait 'til after, eh?" The dwarf reached down to place a hand on the underside of each of Milo's thighs, scooping the halfling up against his waist. Milo laughed again, before seizing Motsy in an earnest, passionate kiss, the dwarf's beard scratching his chin and neck alike. The halfling's arms wrapped around his head and twirled his hair as he brought them both to the bed, where he set Milo down.
The halflings knew Motsy almost as well as they knew each other by now, after years of patronage. They wasted no time. Beau climbed up to his knees atop the bed and started unlacing the buttons of Motsy's shirt, one by one, placing kisses on the smooth-shaven skin he exposed. Milo stroked and teased the dwarf's budding erection through the pants he wore, feeling the ever-impressive relative enormity of it, while waiting for Beau to finish his slow undressing.
Motsy shrugged his shirt off once he could, then seized Beau with one muscular arm. He held the halfling firm against his side, kissing him eagerly, while kneading his ass with a powerful hand. Beau suckled on Motsy's tongue and rubbed his hips against the dwarf's side. Milo took the display as a signal to strip away Motsy's pants, revealing the dwarf's formidable member to the air.
Milo reached down to grasp the dwarf's shaft. As ever, his fingers only just met with his thumb. He felt the dwarf's hips roll forward to meet his strokes and chuckled, reaching down with his free hand to nurse the dwarf's balls. Motsy broke his kiss with Beau, who set to suckling along the dwarf's neck. Milo grinned up the two as Motsy watched his hands at work.
When the dwarf's member started to leak precum, Milo swirled it around he head. It became a part of Milo's practiced routine, dragging his hand down to the very base of Motsy's shaft, bringing it back up to the head again, and gently twisting his soft, agile little hand around. Motsy probed a finger against the tight hole of Beau's bum in response, causing the halfling he had firmly in his arm to writhe.
"Let me sit down, boys," the dwarf instructed, releasing the one halfling and shooing the other back with his free hand. Beau and Milo parted before him, as eager to continue as he was, as the dwarf climbed onto their bed and crawled his way along to the headboard. There he sat, legs outstretched and facing the doorway, shaft solid and upright. He motioned the nude halflings in and they each scrambled to a side.
The halflings descended on Motsy's awaiting member. They placed soft kisses over it at first, a habit Motsy had never once questioned in all of his visits. Milo ran his tongue from the very base of Motsy's underside to the tip, which Beau repeated. The two started to lick the shaft over eagerly, covering every inch of it, while Motsy covered his own two index fingers in his own mouth.
Beau sucked the head of Motsy's member into his mouth. Neither halfling could possibly hope to swallow even half of the dwarf-sized shaft, though Beau did as he could suckling on and eagerly running his tongue over the head, while Milo went lower to do the same to one of Motsy's balls. The dwarf reached out to place a wet finger at the backside of either halfling, circling and pressing against both practiced openings.
Milo was the first entered by one of Motsy's fingers, sending shivers through him. Without proper lubricant, Motsy knew better than to press the finger in all too far, though Milo appeared to disagree with the dwarf's gentleness. The halfling pressed back against the finger eagerly, diligently licking over Motsy's shaven testicles all the while, until the dwarf could only press the finger in all the way.
The halflings moaned in unison. Motsy's left finger buried itself completely inside of Milo just as the right finger gained entry to Beau's tighter bottom. Beau didn't press back against it, instead sucking twice as firmly on Motsy's shaft. He took a hand and squeezed down on the base of the dwarf cock, stroking as he couldn't bob his head down.
Milo raised his head, looking up at Motsy with wide, pleading eyes and a red-flushed face. "Put it in me, Motsy. I need the rut." The halfling pressed back against the hand of the fully-embedded finger for emphasis. Beau raised his head as well, though he didn't stop stroking the dwarf's member for a moment.
"Lubricant?" The dwarf inquired, which sent Milo dashing to the side of the bed. The dwarf's finger slid out of his bottom in his hurry, causing an odd combination of squeak and moan. The halfling stooped down over the side of the bed, revealing his ass to the air again, as he rummaged through the vials and jars stored under the bed. Beau just leaned against Motsy and watched, both he and the dwarf endeared with the overly eager display.
Milo returned with an already open jar, filled with a clear cream. He scooped a full handful out of it and set to stroking Motsy's shaft with Beau, both of the halflings spreading the lubricant over the dwarf. Motsy's hips rolled up instinctively under the two halfling hands working his cock. He leaned down to kiss Milo, who responded with as much excitement as genuine passion.
Milo broke away from Motsy after a few moments, crawling along the bed and setting himself on his hands and knees before the dwarf. He wriggled his bottom about in a way meant to be enticing, which successfully drew a chuckle from Motsy and laugh from Beau. Motsy made his way over to the presenting halfling, scooping up a bit of the gratuitous lubricant spread over his member with two fingers, which he placed at Milo's opening.
Slowly, the dwarf pressed forward with both fingers, finding the moaning halfling accommodating them well enough. "Been seeing clients today?" Motsy guessed, though Milo's eager pressing against his hand indicated he wasn't in any state to reply. Motsy drove the fingers back and forth, slowly at first.
Gradually, he increased the pace of the two fingers jerking back and forth inside of Milo. The halfling moaned and shook his head from side to side, doing his very best to keep from flailing about altogether. He cried out as Motsy bent his fingers just slightly. Motsy reached his free hand around to fondle the halfling's member, finding it hard as it could be and drizzling precum.
"He'll pop in a bad way if you don't hurry along," Motsy heard Beau caution. He glanced over to see Beau stroking himself as he watched. The dwarf squinted a single eye.
"You just watch you don't pop. I plan on having you both tonight." With that, Motsy set his attention back on the squirming Milo. He slid his fingers out of the halfling, who emitted the most disappointed whine any of the three had ever heard. With a "calm down, now," Motsy shuffled up and aligned his dwarf-sized member with the halfling's ready and slickened anus. He stroked the head of his shaft around it, pressing ever so slightly.
The halfling rocked his hips back against Motsy's member, desperate to have it. That being the only indicator Motsy needed, the dwarf made a firm series of thrusts that lodged his cock deep inside of the halfling's wanting behind. Milo screamed, "Motsy, yes! Hard and fast!" And the dwarf was only too happy to fulfill the request.
He pounded into the halfling unceremoniously, the only thing keeping Milo from sliding forward across the bed being Motsy's powerful hands set firmly on his hips. Milo's arms faltered and he ended up resting his weight on his elbows, head on his forearms, crying out with every rough thrust forward.
Motsy reached a hand around to stroke the halfling's member, the other sufficient to keep him securely in place after each of the rough thrusts. Motsy fondled the halfling's cock in time with his rapid thrusts, which drove Milo near enough to shouting out again. The halfling rocked back onto the dwarf's dick and forward into his waiting, rough but careful hand.
Soon enough, Motsy felt Milo burst all over that hand. The halfling said his name again and again, jerking back and forth into the dwarf's shaft frantically for a few moments. His ass clamped down tight around the Motsy's embedded cock, before relaxing again. The halfling slumped down, slid off of Motsy's member and down to the bed with a contented sigh.
The dwarf rolled Milo over, half-laid atop him and kissed him again. The halfling responded lazily now, though not without the affection he'd always had for the dwarf. With a deft little foot he stroked over Motsy's still iron-hard shaft, mumbling when their kiss broke, "sorry I didn't finish you."
"Not to worry," Motsy reassured, placing another kiss on the now-exhausted halfling. "I wanted Beau as well." Motsy climbed off of Milo and settled back against the headboard again. Beau, who had been fondling himself quietly thus far, crawled over to settle on Motsy's lap. The two shared another fond kiss.
"Gentle," Beau cautioned Motsy, running his soft hands over the muscles of the dwarf's chest. His fingers settled on the dwarf's nipples, tickling around them in circles. The dwarf set his own hands on Beau's bottom, massaging the halfling's cheeks.
"As always," the dwarf kissed Beau again, lowering one hand from the halfling's ass to position his already quite slickened shaft. Just as he had with Milo, the dwarf stroked it around Beau's opening, though he didn't press up at all. When Beau felt ready, he lowered himself down slowly, carefully.
He felt the dwarf's head press into him. He moaned and arched his back, setting his hands on the dwarf's shouldered for support. He felt each of Motsy's hands on his lower back, holding him steady as he descended further, shuddering more with each inch of the dwarf entering him.
Motsy was overwhelmed by Beau's sheer tightness. He felt himself enter the smaller body bit by bit, watching the pleasure grow on the halfling's face. He could feel Beau's erection firm against his stomach, leaving a slick trail of precum as it went. "I love when you do this to us, Motsy," Beau gasped, his brown eyes fluttering shut.
Gradually, Motsy was drawn further and further in by Beau's descent, until the halfling's bottom finally met with his thighs. Beau sat for a few moments, kissing Motsy's chest as the dwarf ran broad, calloused hands over his back. Motsy could see Milo prop himself up to watch the spectacle.
Beau ascended to the top of Motsy's shaft, leaving the head buried inside of him, before dropping down again. He repeated the motion, setting to a steady rhythm. Beau's hands stroked over the dwarf's chest, squeezing his nipples and brushing tenderly over skin. The dwarf shuddered as the halfling's tight bottom squeezed every bit of his member.
Motsy started to roll his hips in time with Beau, rising when the halfling descended to meet him. Beau whimpered, "yes, Motsy, yes," delighted with their rising rhythm. Motsy's hands slid down from the halfling's lower back, again cupping his now-spread bottom, kneading and rubbing the flesh.
Beau's eyes opened and found Motsy's. The dwarf peered down at the halfling's beautiful features, his little mouth hanging agape in pleasure and face flushed a soft red. Motsy's pace built firmly, but not so much as to be too rough for the more delicate halfling, who started to cry out and moved to match Motsy's movements.
The dwarf gasped and buried his shaft completely inside of Beau, stretching the halfling's squeezing bum with dwarf cum. Beau, driven over by the sudden full thrust and sensation of Motsy's orgasm, came over the dwarf's stomach with a shout. Once the feeling passed, Beau cuddled up against Motsy's chest, not bothered in the lest by the mess between them.
"Now, the surprise. I've got you both proper jobs and a place to stay," Motsy declared through his light panting. "I'm moving to a new home in the southern quarter, and I could do with two professional chefs and housekeepers."