Post Party Fun
#9 of Commissions by Gruffy
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"Damn you're drunk!" Billy chuckled as he watched the kangaroo fumble with his keys, having clear trouble at sticking it into the lock.
"Shaddap," Sam replied, giving the otter a smirk, "you drank as much as I did!"
"Yeah, but I'm smaller than you are, and I'm still not drunk like you are," the otter giggled.
"Yeah, you keep fooling yourself," the kangaroo swiped the otter's legs with his tail, "damn..."
"Want me to?" Billy teased.
"Nope, man!"
"Partay, yay..."
After a ridiculous time, the door finally relented, and they staged in, chuckling and grappling each other's arms. They kissed in the dark after the door was closed, tongues finding into each other's muzzles with both kangaroo and otter rumbling happily.
"Bedroom or couch?" Billy giggled to the kangaroo once their panting muzzled parted.
"Either way," the kangaroo replied in a husk, "I gotta take a nasty piss, hah!"
Billy rubbed Sam's butt through his jeans and kept grinning broadly.
"You been holding it all night?" the otter smirked knowingly.
"Oh yeah," the kangaroo licked the otter's nearest ear, "I'm about ready to burst..."
The otter's tail was practically wagging as he listened to Sam's dirty banter. The kiss had been nice alright and gotten him going, but what he was saying now...now that was taking him to places.
"Well what do you know, so am I..." Billy chuckled tipsily, "and you know how many beers I drank..."
The kangaroo smacked the floor with his thick, strong tail, and gave the otter's butt a squeeze.
"Think it's the bathroom then huh?" Sam slurred.
"Let's go," the otter replied in kind.
They walked in unison, almost stumbling over once when they collided with a haphazardly abandoned vacuum cleaner, but that didn't stop them from getting into the spotless clean bathroom that seemed to be almost shining when Sam hit on the lights. Both of their breaths quickened, becoming more shallow, as they grew aroused by the very fact they were there, and knowing what was going to happen sooner rather than later. They ground their bodies together, groping, grinning and licking each other's faces hotly, in a small prelude to the kind of marking play they really enjoyed while having some fun times, deep in their passion. Billy slid a paw onto the kangaroo's groin and rubbed his boner slowly, and firmly.
"You're really desperate, aren't ya?" the otter teased as he kept up the grope.
"Uh huh..." Sam breathed, thrusting towards the fingers offering relief.
Billy smirked, turned about, and wriggled his butt for the kangaroo as he stepped away, and then climbed into the bathtub they'd installed into the apartment as soon as they'd moved in...because they really, really liked bathing together.
"Come on..." the otter tried speaking in a sultry voice, but probably failed, due to the alcohol sloshing inside his system.
The kangaroo outright bounced and landed with a satisfying thud into the tub, soon followed by Billy who had to actually climb in, but he didn't mind having to do a bit of knee action...it put him right where he wanted, crouched in front of the kangaroo who was busy rubbing the bulge on the front of his straining jeans. Billy licked his lips and reached in to give a webbed paw.
"Hmmmmm..."
"Uhmm...maaan..."
"Let's get you out...bet you reeeeally need to go..."
"Hell yeah!" Sam snorted, his paws almost shaking as he began to unzip, with the otter's help or not.
"Hmmm..." Billy rumbled, breathing the musk, strong even through the cloth, enjoying how it made him flush and feel so damn horny, almost enough to forget the other kind of throbbing, about his pubic bone...he hadn't joked about needing a piss, as much as the kangaroo did...but he'd have to hold it juuuuust a bit longer now...and he wouldn't miss this for the world.
"Thirsty?" the kangaroo teased in a hot breath, his fingers fumbling with his belt and his fly.
"Reeeeally..." Billy moaned, poking his tongue out of his grinning muzzle, "give it to me, boyfriend...show me who's my mate...mark me like a bitch..."
The dirty talk was really turning him on, as much as the kangaroo, who finally managed to pull his long, tapered erection out of his pants. It bounced out and almost smacked Billy in the face...and he only regretted that it didn't.
"Hmmmm..." the otter inhaled the funk, going as far as closing his eyes while he rubbed the front of his own pants, "so good..."
"Let's give you something nice..." the kangaroo growled as he pushed himself down and aimed...attempting the considerable feat of relieving his bladder while sporting a full, perfectly stiff and throbbing erection.
"Gimme that hot piss, please," Billy moaned, not really beyond begging if it meant a good hosing down by the kangaroo whom he knew was capable of pissing like the proverbial horse, given the inspiration.
"Nhhhhhh....ehhh..." the kangaroo puffed out his cheeks as he fought the tension and tried to relax enough to give the otter what he wanted.
"Come on...come on..." Billy panted, "soak me in your rank juice..."
"Nghhh..." the kangaroo strained again, and a few golden droplets squeezed out of his tip and dribbled onto the tub floor. Billy glanced at the spectacle from between his mostly closed eyelids, and opened his muzzle wide.
"Himmeahahsehe!" the otter mumbled, practically incoherent, as he gawked like a grounded fish.
"Damn...nhhh..." the kangaroo moaned as he grabbed the otter's jaw and kept him just like that, ready to receive his gift...still...still...damn...ahhhyessss....
They both shivered, and Billy gasped when the hot stream splashed against his forehead first, a good, warm spurt that quickly flowed over his muzzle and dribbled into his muzzle...he only got a few drops onto his tongue, but it was enough to make him moan and smack his lips.
"Ahhhyeah..." he groaned, swallowing whatever little he could, just as the kangaroo released more of his salty nectar and really soaked the sleek furs on the otter's muzzle, and the flow down his chest was enough to glue his shirt onto his body. The hot sensation made the otter shiver again, and thirstily aim his muzzle to get a proper mawful of his lover's potent, foaming brew. Sam saw what he was doing and served him well, with a well-aimed splash that almost went straight into his throat and caused the otter to cough, briefly...his maw tingling with pleasure.
Sam squeezed on his tip a little and licked up his wet fingers before smirking happily, smacking his tongue at the familiar tangy taste.
"Come on, get yours out, I want some too!"
Billy scrambled to his footpaws and stood up, wasting no time in getting his pants down to his ankles as he took out his cock and gave it a few strokes...and he even felt it swell in his grip when the kangaroo knelt down much like the otter had before.
"Give it to me, dude..."
The otter didn't dare to stroke himself any further, he simply pushed himself down, aimed and spent a couple of seconds relaxing before the burning hot, smelling arch lashed out of him and landed squarely on the kangaroo's chest.
"Ahhh hmmmm..." Sam put out his hands and tried to catch some of the potent juice on them, rubbing it over his arms and muzzle even while the otter kept hosing him down with his strong, gushing stream. The otter really seemed to be packing a lot tonight, and he'd soon painted the kangaroo's tan furs into a whole different shade of yellow...and still he wasn't done.
"Let's sit down and do what we always do," Billy grinned, "really in the mood..."
"Thought you wouldn't ask!"
They settled down on the tub again, sitting with their legs crossed with each other, and scooted a bit closer, their butts slipping on the wet surface as they assumed their positions, grinning and leering at one another while giving each other's cock a stroke while grabbing one another...before doing some pointing.
"You go first," Sam smirked.
"No...you go first!" Billy panted.
"No, you..." Sam squeezed the otter's cock playfully.
"Nhhhhyou..."
"Nope, you...uhhh!" the otter yelped when the hot burst from the kangaroo's cock splashed his face and caught him by blessed surprise.
"UHhhfuckyeah..."
Billy wasn't about to be left worse for it, and he let out a warm, sloppy stream of his own and hosed down the kangaroo's belly and chest, under Sam's careful guidance, as they were now pissing themselves, but with the produce provided by their respective partner. Their clothes were soaked, their furs were worse, and their muzzles were covered in a hot dripping mess they tried to lap away with their tongues...tasting one another again and again, as the musk in the bathroom grew even stronger, funkier, and most of all, more arousing by the moment, as the two mates enjoyed each other in their favorite way, tasting one another, and marking each other as permanently kept by their respective partners.
They should go out to parties some more.