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"In conclusion Hugo van der Groes' The Adoration of the Kings shows an unprecedented mastery of light and shadow, from the second Magi's light on his palm that shines outward from his breast to the third Magi's hand nearly covered in shadow save for the subtle light on his fingers. The light acts as a tour de force, that has been forever unprecedented by artists for the past thousand years. It is with this that the true essence of the art comes to life; showing the awe and majesty brought about from the stroke of a brush and the sleight of hand upon the canvas--a talent king's would be jealous of," Hank read with a slow voice, making sure his paper held all the proper parts and glad he was done. It was just in time to, because his writing music, which was appropriately classical, was coming to an end.

Quickly saving his work, just in case a stray lightning bolt decided--in the stormy night--to end his four hours of writing, Hank exited the program, and closed the picture he had been meticulously analyzing for the past two days. It truly was a great picture, and he had to concede that his professor was right in emphasizing the way Hugo's characters had a 'stage presence' even in a still canvas. Even in his examinations it had not lost its beauty, nor had Botticelli's Primavera, nor--truthfully--any of the pieces he'd been forced to explain.

The art history class wasn't half as bad as the muscled Doberman had expected to be; truthfully he was even enjoying it. Sure it wasn't working out or partying, but it held a certain aspect that was missed in today's rushing society. Everything about the enjoyment of the class was a revelation to him; as before he'd thought all art could simply be broken down into some algorithm, even if it were an unconscious one. Now though, he wasn't seeing the shadows as ways to form depth, and was amazed how one line could make a portrait or break it.

There was even a certain irony in the fact that the Doberman now found himself looking forward to the next assessment of the renaissance and dreading having to solve yet another Taylor series equation; even though he majored in mathematics. Still, after nearly six semesters of little but such problems he couldn't help but guess his mind would've welcomed any sort of right-brain-sided pursuit.

Almost on cue a bright light briefly lit up Hank's dorm room for just a second, followed by the crash of thunder. His ears flickered at the sound, he looked out the window, and silently congratulated himself on staying inside for the night; unlike his friends. The parties, which he knew should've been ending right about how anyway, were nice.

He could've been out partying it up along with his friends; as was the usual custom, but tonight was a night for academics--at least this time. And besides, the Doberman couldn't deny that it was quite nice to be sober on a late Friday night, though not being sober wasn't half bad either. Giving a quick look over to the clock he grimaced at how quickly night had snuck up on him, but before he could even contemplate it there came an unyielding knocking on his door.

"Haaaaaaank!" the whining voice came, with paws knocking loudly as if it weren't two in the morning in a dorm hallway.

Hank quickly ran over to the door, cursing under his breath how quickly the serenity of his night had just fallen apart by the storm and the visitor. Upon opening the door his room was quickly invaded by a large, very drunk lion, who stumbled onto the bed. Hank looked outside to see if anyone had been disturbed by his unexpected guest and then closed the door silently before turning to glare at the feline, "Ivan, what are you doing here?"

Ivan, a lion with whom Hank had been stout friends with for nearly five years--ever since his junior year in highschool--didn't seem to hear him right away. After a few seconds though he looked up at him and grinned, "Hey there Hank,"

After a few seconds the smell hit him and Hank quickly realized that the lion had been doing some very heavy drinking tonight. It was kind of a shame, because he knew he'd have been doing the same were it not for his project. If he had gone to the party he knew without a doubt that he and Ivan would've ended up in a cab, going to one or the other's places to crash for the night.

Hank narrowed his gaze and moved over to sit next to the lion, "How did you get here Ivan?"

"Jessica dropped me off," Ivan replied with a laugh, though what the lion thought was funny Hank had no idea. The lion had been his best friend for nearly three years, from junior year in high school till their sophomore year in college, and then things just changed; suddenly they weren't best-friends anymore.

It was both their own faults though, and they both knew that fully; as did their friends. Since their time in high school so much had changed. The lion's mane was now full and lush, the thin and almost skinny frame was now gone from three years of college food. Ivan had packed on his 'freshmen fifteen' and hadn't stopped at that. The once five foot nine lion who weighed one hundred twenty pounds had packed on sixty pounds over the years. It wasn't bad though, he actually looked good with it--matured. While before he'd seemed like a cub who was stuck in adolescence now Ivan had a plush body that Hank was sure other guys were jealous of.

His own body had changed from high school, but quite differently from Ivan's. While they had both been skinny in the day, Hank had packed on a different 'freshmen fifteen'. Instead of chubbiness Hank found that he finally began to gain muscle in college. By his sophomore year he found that he had a six pack, pecs girls ogled at, biceps other males were jealous of, and an over all strong physique. He and his 'had been' best friend had taken very different routes, but both agreed that their routes had led to the best them possible form for them.

"I'm gonna stay here the night," Ivan stated simply.

"What?" Hank asked, and before he could offer a rebuttal his idea of telling the lion was shot down as another flash of lightning came from outside. The smack of rain against the windows echoed in the dorm room and as if fate were deciding casting its dice it was obvious the lion would truly be staying for the night.

"Sorry Hank," Ivan said with a drunken grin, obviously anything but sorry for his sudden and known unwelcome intrusion. It was a strict rule Hank tried to keep; that he didn't let the lion near him with wasted--at least if he wasn't wasted too. It wasn't anything personal, simply that Ivan tended to be very bad at remembering what happened the night's before. At least if they were both drunk he didn't have to relate the previous nights to the lion.

Ivan stood up and stumbled over the window, looking out and smiling, "Oohh....I got in at a good time," he slurred.

Hank scratched the back of his neck and sighed, knowing he was now stuck with a roommate--which in normal times he would welcome quickly. He stood up and moved over to the lion, "Yeah, it's pretty nasty out there...I'm just glad you got here safe,"

"Aww..." Ivan said teasingly.

Hank rolled his eyes and quickly twisted the blinds screen so that the outside world could no longer look in. Almost as soon as he had done it, he realized the lion--while drunk--could still be crafty while drunk. As soon as they were shut from the outside world Hank felt warm lips pressed against his own and the flavor of cheap vodka and some lighter, more flavorful drinks, assaulting his tongue along with the lion's own wet appendage.

"Mmm...Mmmph!" Hank grunted as he pried his lips from the lion's. He scowled at the lion and kept him at arm's length by pushing on him, "You're drunk Ivan,"

"So?" Ivan asked with a grin, obviously having planned the entire thing up till now. Hank scowled at the cat because he knew Ivan had planned it all, even though the cat knew his policies on this type of thing.

"Ivan...you're drunk," Hank stated again, hoping it would get through the lion's head this time. Of course he knew it wouldn't. When Ivan was drunk, it meant he was drunk. Hank stepped to the side as Ivan leaned at him, knowing better than to try and catch the feline who was really going for a grope.

Ivan looked up at the muscled Doberman and gave a small slurred laugh, if such a thing were possible, "Yeah...I guess I am drunk," he said simply and leaned forward again. For a drunk he still had surprising moves, quickly spinning from the dobbie's pushing arms and colliding with him. He wasted no time in getting his arms about the male and locking them in place.

"Ivan...let me go," Hank said sternly. He kept his eyes locked on Ivan's, and the lion just laughed at his words again.

"You know...." Ivan said, beginning to grin widely at the dog whose arms he was more than familiar with, "I want doggie cock," he admitted shamelessly.

Hank quickly pushed his head up to dodge the sloppy kisses that Ivan assaulted his neck with. He snarled at the big cat and tried to push him off, but to little prevail, "Ivan! Get off me you stupid cat!"

"I can get you off," Ivan replied loosely, slurring the words together. Still, the lion managed to say them with enough intention that he noted Hank's muscles tense again. He stopped his kisses and stared at the Doberman.

"You know I have rules Ivan. If you're too drunk to remember it then I'm not going to have sex with you," Hank said, keeping it simple. Normally it was a bit different. He didn't mind the groping if they were both sober or drunk. In fact, on these nights when they'd both gone to a party it wasn't uncommon to call a cab for both of them. In the cab things usually played out very lustfully between them, going to one of their places and either having sex, having sex and passing out, or kissing with the intention of having sex before passing out--it wasn't uncommon for them if they were both drunk.

"Aww, but that's not fair? You know you're the only guy for me," Ivan slurred and frowned.

"Ivan..." Hank said, not sure if he'd upset the lion or not. "You know how much I--Mmmph!"

Ivan kissed the Doberman roughly for a few seconds before pulling back and grinning at him. His lips were now glistening with the dog's spit and he gave a happy purr while grinding his hips into the dobbie's, "I know Babe. We're boyfriends though. I thought you liked my body?" Ivan whined, and then began to laugh, obviously not so drunk as to use that kind of excuse. He leaned forward and nuzzled the larger dog, "Oh I have such a whiny boyfriend,"

The words caused Hank to grimace and his head snapped back down, "What?!?" he asked suddenly. The entire thing reminded him much of the night they had started to date; except it had been him who was drunk and leaning on the lion. In their sophomore year, after having been friends since high school they both took a step forward--Hank taking a shaky step forward after letting a few shots from a friend build up his courage--and from that day on they'd been boyfriends. No longer best-friends, but something quite a bit nicer so they both thought; letting three years of feelings out; feelings that had grown, matured, prospered, and eventually erupted.

Ivan laughed again and leaned more securely on the dog, "You. Complain. Lots," he slurred again.

"No I don't!" Hank replied seriously.

"Yes you do," Ivan slurred with a grin. He leaned over and nuzzled the dog's muzzle quickly, even while Hank was glaring at him. "You go 'Ohh, my muscles hurt, give me a massage Ivy...Come help me study for my test...boo-hoo I missed the goal...why do you bring me flowers, you know I have sensitive allergies...' all the time. You say we're boyfriends but you're way too...too...stripped,"

"You mean strict," Hank replied with a snarl before pushing at the lion, "And that sounded nothing like me y--Wait! I'm arguing with you...when you're drunk!" he said quickly, having realized he was letting his overly pent up boyfriend get to him. He could smell the booze that smacked him in the nose every time Ivan let out a breath, and under that he could smell the horny lion's musk. The scent ran over him and he quickly fought off an involuntary murr--knowing it was much worse if he acknowledged the truthfully enticing scent. It was a deadly combination though, because Hank couldn't deny that he felt like he'd been sipping a heavy liquor after his kiss with Ivan, nor that the idea of bedding the lion wasn't extremely tempting.

"Not arguing," Ivan stated, beginning to kiss the dog's neck again. He kept his eyes on the Doberman the entire time though. After a second he noticed the weakness in his boyfriend's legs and took advantage of it, moving the dog backwards until it was too late. He soon was ontop of the larger male and grinning happily at him.

"Ivan...you're breath stinks," Hank said, though he wasn't sure he wasn't saying that just because it was beginning to affect him.

Ivan laughed for a few seconds, lowly and even hiccupping a little as he did. He quickly overcame the spree and leaned down till his nose and the doberman's were touching, "I love you Hank,"

Hank kept a blank face and allowed himself to roll his eyes.

"I do!" Ivan whined, frowning playfully. He licked the dog's nose, knowing it would tease him and the dobbie snuffled at him before shaking his head of the heavy scent of booze.

"You can't even say it without laughing," Hank stated, though he was finding it more than difficult now to not be attracted to the lion. And even more, the drunken lover's confession was actually kind of nice. The way Ivan slurred the words, how the lion leaned on him, the way he insisted it ceaselessly; they all added up on him. And yes, perhaps the boozy breathe from his boyfriend was getting to him too.

Ivan stifled a laugh and waited for a few moments. He still grinned at the Doberman who he knew had allowed himself to be pinned. Behind him his tail portrayed any drunken behavior he may have tried to conceal by its odd movements and lazy posture. "I love you Hank...you know that; remember that time I jumped in the pond to get your hat back for you?"

The park pond. Hank couldn't stop a chuckle though he tried to hide it. Despite everything, that had been a very sweet moment, if not hilarious for how the lion looked wearing his soaked shirt with his mane dripping wet. The best part, though, was how Ivan--who was smiling so brightly--just put the hat back on him and brought him into a heavy kiss. The memory of the wet lion bringing him into an equally wet kiss was undeniably something he would forever hold dear.

"Believe me?" Ivan asked, seeing the look that glazed over the dog's eyes.

"Oh...fine...I believe you," Hank admitted. He shook his head and chuckled freely for a second before looking at his boyfriend and smiling, "You're a crazy l--mumm...mmmph!" he complained suddenly into Ivan's muzzle. The lion was kissing him again, this time even having an advantage in terrain. If he hadn't allowed the lion to pin him then he might've been able to hold his boyfriend back, but it was a lost battle in his current position. Hank grunted in the lion's muzzle as his boyfriend grabbed at his wrists to hold him down, and he glared up at the fur.

It didn't work though. Ivan had his eyes closed and was focusing entirely on the kiss, sloppy as it may have been. The taste of booze was heavy on Ivan's tongue and in his muzzle, which Hank found himself unwillingly being drawn to taste. Hank found his glare quickly fall apart and an reluctant moan escaped his muzzle. That really set the lion off, and Ivan began to purr for him, which only made things harder to stop.

"M--Mmm," Hank moaned, allowing the last one to be one of enjoyment. He finally closed his eyes and stopped resisting the horny lion, guessing that for tonight he might go back on his rule of the lion being sober. Almost as soon as he admitted defeat Ivan gave up on restraining him and moved his paws to his chest. In his drunken state Ivan allowed his claws to rake down the dog's body, making Hank moan louder into his muzzle.

Ivan pulled back slowly and smacked his lips once he finished the kiss, a bit of saliva falling down onto the Doberman's chin. "Yeah?"

Hank panted for a few moments, gathering his thoughts and then nodded quickly, "Yeah," he replied. That was all Ivan needed to hear, or know. The lion jumped off of him and began to work furiously on his own clothes. Hank couldn't help a small smile and sat on the edge of his bed to watch the show, always enjoying the undressing part of their lovemaking quite a bit.

As the buttons came undone they revealed a happy trail of a brown mane. The lion's mane was lush and expanded down his chest around his pecs, before thinning down till his belly and joining the fur around his sheath. When the lion began to work on his belt it became less erotic and more time-consuming. Hank couldn't help but have pity on him, quickly drawing his boyfriend over and getting rid of the contraption.

When the jeans fell he found the lion's boxers were already wet with pre, which he didn't even get a chance to sample before Ivan pulled them down. Hank didn't resist when paws planted themselves on the back of his head, instead moaning for the lion's pleasure, and his own, as he sank his lips down on his unplanned midnight snack. His practiced tongue began to play and tickle the barbs on Ivan's head, while keeping his lips and wrapped securely around the slightly less than five inches of lion cock.

"Ooooh....that's good Babe," Ivan purred, not losing a second before he began to rock his hips in time with the pushes and pulls on his boyfriend's head. Hank moaned up for him, even though they both knew their roles were quite opposite their current positions. The dobbie played his submissively top roll well, because drunk or not, they both knew the dobbie was the one who pounded and the lion was the one who enjoyed it, even if neither of them were unafraid to switch it up and take on the opposite roll.

There was the familiar sound of metal clips being clanked together as Hank blindly undid his belt and zipper before pulling his own now hardened member out of his boxers. Above him Ivan gave a growl of pleasure at the musky scent that had just been released into the room. He pulled the dobbie down so that Hank's nose was pressed against his stomach and his balls were touching the dobbie's chin. Reaching over to his desk Hank fumbled about blindly for the desired item while still letting his drunk boyfriend treat him to a few tongue coatings of pre.

After a minute he let out a grunt of satisfaction, both for himself and to let Ivan know he'd found it, before uncapping the bottle of lube and putting a few droplets of the excellent liquid onto his paw. First he stroked himself, but only till his member was wet and he moved on to the real treat, for both himself and the lion. The lion moved his tail happily and Hank let his paws fall onto the rounded cheeks of his large boyfriend. He loved the feel of the lion's rump in his paws, something he was guilty of perhaps being too kind to.

Ivan moaned as one of the dog's fingers began to circle around his pucker, staying still and letting Hank do his job. After a little bit of teasing the dog pushed on his ring and he moaned as the thick appendage found refuge in his warm tunnel. As soon as the dog was inside though Ivan resumed his treatment on his boyfriend, not afraid to treat him more roughly.

Hank moaned again for his boyfriend, not afraid to be loud, perhaps enough so that it could be heard down the dorm hall. The lion's furry orbs knocked against his chin with each thrust; both of them responding eagerly to the other for the enjoyed treatment. After a minute he put another finger in the moaning lion, which seemed to be one of the last straws for Ivan.

Hank felt the cock slip from his muzzle with a suctioning pop, and the lion began to paw off in front of him. His ears flickered with the iconic moans from his boyfriend, which he helped create by leaning forward and licking at his now refused treat. Suddenly Ivan stopped for a moment before his cock throbbed and released the first jet of feline cum. Hank kept his muzzle open to catch the treat, with the first splash landing on his cheek and dripping onto his tongue. He lowered his muzzle a bit in submission for the lion who was marking him--something he let Ivan do if he was in the mood. The next shot made a streak along the bridge of his muzzle, right along the red fur, and another between his eyes. Thankfully the lion shot the rest into his muzzle, and Hank kept his muzzle open till the big cat released his member, which he took back into his muzzle.

"O--Oh," Ivan grunted when the dobbie's lips sealed back onto his cock began a gentle suckling feeling, combined with the motion of Hank's fingers working their way in and out of him. Hank kept it up for a few minutes before pulling back and lewdly smacking his lips for his boyfriend. Ivan couldn't help a smile and rubbing between the dog's ears. He loved the way the Doberman looked, willingly wearing his seed and smiling up at him. "Enjoy?"

"Yeah...thanks Kitten," Hank replied easily and slipped his fingers from the lion. Leaning forward he kissed the lion on his stomach and chest for a few moments, nipping at where the mane was and just enjoying the closeness. When he pulled back he cocked an eyebrow for good effect and smirked at his lover, "So...want to go for a ride?"

"Let's get you out of that shirt real quick," the lion replied before leaning down and quickly pulling it up. The Doberman reacted with reflexes that only came from being accustomed to such a thing, another indication of just how used he was to the lion's antics--and of how well Ivan could predict his own moves. Ivan grinned at the sight of his boyfriend finally fully unclothed, enjoying it to its fullest. The red fur along his chest and thighs just accentuated his muscled body, "Looking good Babe,"

Hank smirked at the lion and felt his cock throb when Ivan ran a finger across his cheek before taking away some of his own cum. By wordless law he moved back onto his single dorm bed and spread his legs for the lion to observe. His own cock was a bit less than eight inches including the knot, but it was still quite larger than his boyfriend's. Of course, being different species neither of them cared to compare their members, both more enjoying putting their tools to work for pleasing the other--which both could do expertly and which was all that mattered.

Grinning and taking his place on the big dog's lap, Ivan straddled his boyfriend before leaning down and pressing their lips together. He could taste himself on the dog, and the flavor even overpowered the aftertaste of the alcohol, staying after he pulled his lips away from the doberman's. After a moment of just grinning at his boyfriend Ivan reached behind him and aligned himself and the dog's meaty member.

"Don't rush yourself," Hank said, reaching out and rubbing over the lion's chest and belly. He couldn't count the number of times over the years they had complimented one another; Ivan telling him how hot and strong he was, and Hank praising the lion's physique and telling him how crazy and hot he made him by just being near him. He stayed longer on the mane, running his paws through it and generally enjoying his favorite trait of the big cat; it was half of what had caused him to--on one of his own drunken nights--admit just how sexy he thought his 'had been' best friend was.

Both furs moaned in unison and though the causes were different the reasons were very much the same. Two years of experiences allowed the lion to expertly go down on the dog, though not without taking his time, nor without the occasional grunt of pain. When he'd sank about half way down Ivan leaned down and quickly replanted his lips and Hank's together, letting out a mewing sound into the dog's muzzle.

Both kept the kiss, working to please the other as best they could, and even when Ivan reached the knot he continued the kiss for a minute more, a more romantic move than he'd done most of the night. He pulled back with his same drunken grin though and spread his paws over the dobbie's chest. His own cock was hard again, and he was sure it would be no trouble getting off while riding the dog.

"Ooooh....Hank," Ivan moaned happily, throwing his head back and smiling. After a moment of enjoying his boyfriend's member filling him he looked back down at the dog who was smiling back at him, where they exchanged stares for a few moments. In the small exchange Ivan began to let his hips roll back and forth, till he was working over half the dog's cock.

Spreading his legs a little Hank put his paws behind his head, deciding to let Ivan have his fun for the night in whatever way he pleased. Of course there were the nights for pushing the feline down and taking him roughly over and over, but he also enjoyed the nights where he just let Ivan do it to himself. He felt a cool stream of lion cum trickle down his cheek and he waited for a moment before licking it away and grinning at the flavor. He lick away anymore though, instead letting the cat's seed stain his fur; so that if anyone saw him later before he had a shower they would know just who he belonged to.

Ivan's pace was soon set, and he let his moan and purrs fill up the room while he bounced up and down on his boyfriend's member. Both of them kept their eyes trained on the other, loving to see and know how they pleased the other. Each set of ears picked up every little sound, from the stifled yelp of joy from the dog below to the blissful groan from the lion.

"You're so hot," Hank growled lowly, knowing it would set Ivan off, and loving to compliment his lover anyway. The lion moaned his name under his breath and continued his eager pace, and Hank growled more possessively for him. The lion's stomach bounced with his own bucking hips, and Hank intertwined his fingers so he didn't reach other and begin molesting the feline.

Once the lion had been going for nearly five minutes Hank began to roll his own hips in time with his boyfriend. He kept his paws away still, wanting the lion to get off by just riding him, which by how happy and eager Ivan seemed, was exactly what would happen. There was no worry about the lion's own paws, mostly because he always strived for paw-free orgasms anyway, ever since Ivan had discovered them during their junior year.

"Hank...you're gonna tie me, right?" Ivan asked, his breathing reduced to odd pants for air and greedy breathes that seemed to hold no purpose other than to breathe in the dog's scent.

Hank nodded and smirked at the lion, "Yeah Kitten...going to claim you tonight," he said began to put more pressure behind his rolling hips. Both knew their time was measured in seconds now, and both worked towards their mutual goal. Ivan slammed his hips back against the dobbie's member, moaning happily and being opened up bit more each time while Hank rocked his hips back into the lion, intending to let his boyfriend tie himself off.

Ivan closed his eyes, focusing solely on the feeling of the dobermen's hot pleasure rod inside him and of his own body's quivering excitement. He rose off his boyfriend and fell back down, repeating the process as quickly as he could before pushing himself entirely back down and grunting as the tennis ball sized knot popped into his tunnel.

Hank felt his eyes widen at the tie and he couldn't help himself from slamming his paws down onto the lion's thighs and beginning to drill the small bit left behind his knot rapidly in and out of his boyfriend. His entire body shook, and a throbbing feeling rose from his balls to the tip of his cock where he deposited his seed into the ecstatic lion. As the first shot of doberman cum filled the lion's tunnels he felt the hot splash of the lion's own cum against his face again, and could hear Ivan's own needy claims.

"Ooh...Hank, Hank, Hank!"

Hank felt his own orgasm seem to take an extra surge at the pungent smell of lion cum on his face and chest. The hot liquid hit his other cheek, chin, and trailed down his chest to the very source of the messy substance. For a few moments he let himself revel in being so fully marked once again by his lion, and knowing that even if others disapproved--until he showered--he'd wear the scent with pride and dedication, a badge of sorts for himself and the one who had pinned it on him. He took in a deep breath and growled again, letting the lion know just how much he enjoyed it.

Ivan looked down at the doberman and grinned tiredly, feeling worn out from his efforts and entirely pleased with himself. The feeling of the cock pulsing inside of him gave him tiny jolts of pleasure and enjoyment every few seconds; just like it always had. His own cock leaked a small stream of cat cum onto his lover, who was grinning up at him very happily. After a second he returned the smile, and lowered himself down onto his lover.

"Mmm, I love you Kitten," Hank told the cat with a low growl of affection. He leaned up and stole a kiss from the lion, who soon leaned against him in return, meshing his seed between them, not that either minded; he was happy to share his badge with him after all.

"Love you t--" Ivan mumbled, resting his head on the dobbie's chest and letting a purr emanate throughout the room. He gave a sigh and closed his eyes, deciding to bask in the feelings without the need for sight, though knowing quite well what was going to happen. Still, the doberman was with him and sleeping with the dog was unrivaled. His last thought was just how much he would remember of his night--guessing the physical labors would help speak for themselves in the morning.

"That was nice Kitten...real nice," Hank murmured listlessly, almost as if he was the one who was drunk. He kept his arms wrapped around the lion and rubbed up and down the male's back encouragingly, throwing in the occasional kiss. The only noise in the room was Ivan's purr which reminded him slightly of a fan on a low setting, though it was much more pleasant than such a device. After a minute he stopped and looked down inquisitively at the lion who was being very quiet, and couldn't help a smirk.

Ivan was snoring and completely out, probably have passed out just a few seconds after having spoken, if not in the middle of it. Hank rolled his eyes before reaching around on the floor and grabbing a blanket and throwing it over his boyfriend and himself. He allowed himself a few greedy kisses to Ivan's face, though he was quite sure the cat wouldn't have minded them at all. Outside the rain continued falling down, and Hank couldn't help but hope that the roads would be so terrible the lion wouldn't be able to leave tomorrow. The only thing he knew was tomorrow they would both get a small laugh out of the drunken lion's escapade, and that Ivan might not remember the night itself, but he'd sure know it'd happened.