FPS
The hybrid canid cradled his railgun to his chest as he darted through ruined buildings. The area seemed abandoned, but he knew damn well his rival lurked somewhere here, hiding in the rubble. A crackle came over his headset, followed by the enemy's voice: "You can give up any time you want to, Trevas." Growling slightly at the other's jovial tone, he pressed the button on the side of his head, allowing him to respond.
"No way, Nyte. Your ass is mine." Peering past a crumbled wall, he could see the figure of the man he was hunting and being hunted by, clad in the same military gear as he was, spotted tail flicking behind him. He took aim with his railgun, but the click of him releasing the safety alerted his quarry, and by the time he'd depressed the trigger, the bolt of electricity that shot forth struck only the ground upon which the cheetah had stood before. "Fuck! That was my last charge..."
"Ya know, babe, I think we should make this a little more interesting. How about a bet?"
Trevas huffed deeply as he tried to hold the concentration while keeping his position hidden from the cat. "What kind of bet?" he asked as he rolled into one of the few intact buildings and ducked beneath a table.
"Whichever one of us loses has to suck the other one's cock, and whoever wins gets to choose where and when."
The folf chuckled, adjusting his headset to better fit into his silver-tipped ears. "Psh. Is everything about sex with you, man?"
"Well, we haven't done it since I got back from the tour. You know you've missed it as much as I have."
"True, man... ya know what? I'll take that bet." He got up from where he was crouched, the railgun vanishing from his paws and replacing itself with a pair of pistols. "No way would I turn down you offering to give me head."
"Don't get cocky," the voice of the hunting feline scoffed over the headset. "And speaking of head..." The next thing the folf saw was red pixels blasting forward from his skull. "Headshot," Nyte calmly said, grinning slyly.
"M... motherfucker!" He hissed as he watched his character's viewpoint shift as he fell until the computer monitor was showing only the ceiling. That is, until the cheetah added insult to injury by maneuvering his player to stand over Trevas's corpse and crouch, filling his view with high-res polygonal crotch. "You're a bastard, ya know that Nyte?"
"I'd have thought that a wolf would have better tracking skills than that, babe. Your fox side must have dulled those senses, hmm?" In his own home, Nyte savored his victory with a coy smile as he leaned on his bed, wearing nothing but his headset. "Tell ya what. Open up your webcam, and I'll give ya a little consolation prize..."
"Mmm..." Trevas grumbled begrudgingly, but sure enough, Nyte got a pop-up moments later asking if he wanted to invite his mate into a video chat. "Let's make it quick, though, I've gotta work in the morning," the hybrid grunted. Closing out the game they'd been playing, the cheetah adjusted his webcam, set his laptop on the nightstand in front of his bed, and accepted the request. He was a little disappointed to see the folf still in a wifebeater and boxers, but seeing the canid's jaw drop at the sight of his naked body was enough to forgive him for not coming into the chat nude himself.
"You like what you see, huh?" Nyte teased, letting a paw slowly graze down his snowy-white front toward a sheath already swollen with arousal.
"Yeah..." The folf didn't make any attempt to hide the fact that he was drooling at the sight. No matter how many times he saw Nyte's slim, muscled physique, he was always in awe of it. His own body was nothing to be ashamed of by any means, of course, but he couldn't see the same level of definition. Maybe it was just because his fur was thicker than his boyfriend's. "I can't wait to actually be with you again..."
With a smirk, the cheetah shifted up to his knees and reached down to grip his balls. "I'll bet you can't, babe..." Although his face was out of view now, his hair could still be seen shifting as he shook his head, the silky black strands flickering behind him. "Just think about it. How long has it been since we've fucked, anyway? I went on tour... what, two months ago? Man, it feels like forever."
The folf, leaning back in his computer chair, maximized the chat window to let the sight of the feline's lithe torso stretch across his seventeen inch plasma monitor. "Yeah... God, I missed you, Nyte..." All on its own, his member erupted from its sheath, forcing its way through the open front of his boxers, already wet with precum. "I wish I could fuck you right now..."
"Oh yeah?" The cat left got off the bed for a few moments, disappearing from Trevas's view, but when he came back, he had in his hand a shiny black dildo, modeled after a canine cock. "Why don't you tell me exactly what you'd do to me, babe?"
The folf's paw gripped his nuts through the fabric of his boxers, tugging them and rolling them around. "You're fuckin' kidding me..." he bemused with a lopsided smile across his muzzle. "Well, I would've ripped your clothes off first, but looks like you've already done that. Next thing I'd do is come behind you and rub my cock up against your asscrack..."
"Like this?" Nyte positioned the artificial dick behind him, sliding its length up and down between his cheeks, his contented purring filling the headset of his mate. "I thought you said you'd have fucked me, but all you'd want is to hump me? Heheheh. Is that all?"
Trevas bit his lip and wrapped a paw around his shaft. "Psht. Like fuck that's all... no way. I'd just be teasing you. Getting your hole nice and lubed up with precum. Before you knew what was going on, I'd flip you on your back and drive it home."
"Oh really? So it'd look like... this?" Nyte rolled onto his back, arching his hips up so that his asshole was in view, and pounded the dildo into him, right up to the rubbery knot. "Uhn... I hope ya don't just leave it sitting there like a fuckin' log."
"No, man, I'm gonna fuck ya nice and slow at first. But I'm gonna go faster. I'm gonna make you beg for it." His paw started moving, mimicking what the cat was doing with his dildo.
"You think this is worth begging for? Get real, babe." Despite his teasing insults, his cock was starting to push its way into the open. Yet another thing about the cat that Trevas admired. He was a little jealous of those bristles covering the head. "Why don't ya fuck me like a real man?" Nyte laughed while he watched his mate masturbate.
"Okay, I will." Trevas got up from his seat, leaning on the desk with one hand, pumping his hips into the other fist that he tried to keep as stationary as possible, imagining that it was Nyte's tight ass. "Can ya feel me? Can ya feel my cock slamming your prostate?"
"Y-yeah, man... that's better... fuck me hard..." Nyte craned his head back, pumping the dildo rapidly into his ass. "Uhn... uhnn... uhn yeah... uhnn..." For a moment, he threw his head back, hair lashing behind it, mouth gaping as he pleasured himself. "That's right... that's how a fuckin' man fucks... deep and fast, just like this... oh God, yeah..."
"But I won't cum in your ass. Nah, I'll yank it out and shove it down your throat instead."
Nyte repeated the action, extricating the dildo from his asshole only to bring it right to his mouth and swallow it whole. "Like this?" he mumbled around the shaft before beginning to work it up and down in his muzzle, soaking it in his spit, uncaring that he could taste his own ass on it.
"F-Fuck, yeah... uhn, yeah, your throat's so tight... keep that up..."
"Mmm... mm? Oh, would you look at the time." Suddenly the organ was yanked from his lips, and he returned to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, grinning wickedly. "Show's over baby, hope you enjoyed it."
"H-huh? W-wait... Nyte!" Before he could protest, though, the cheetah had closed out the chat and logged off, leaving his mate with his own dripping wet cock throbbing in his paw. "Shit..." He hadn't even thought about the fact that he was dribbling all over his keyboard, pretty much dousing it in his syrupy juices and making it all but useless. "You fuckin' bastard..." the folf growled, though it came with a half-smile at knowing he had been played with. Looking over the sticky keys below him, his halfsmile grew into a full one, and he tucked his erection away into his boxers until it could calm down and deflate itself. "You'd better take care of me later, then..." he mumbled. Right now he had a choice of spending another five or ten minutes finishing what Nyte had started, or just giving up and using that time to rest for the job he was going to have to clock in for in less than four hours, and as much as he wanted to crank one out, he needed that extra bit of sleep.
"...and then my buddy - ya know, that Gnome Death Knight chick - like, totally fucked up, like, eighty of those Defias dudes at once!"
"Mm-hmm." Trevas wasn't trying to be rude by not paying attention to the kid, but he was bloody exhausted. After last night's video reunion with his mate, he'd barely had three hours sleep before coming in. And on top of that, he had to pull a double shift, only affording him a few hours between day and night shifts to eat. And here was some newbie kid who wasn't the least bit interested in buying anything; all he wanted to do was blab about how bad-ass his WoW guild was. "You get any good loot?"
The otter cub cocked his head quizzically. "Loot? Naw, she always sets it so she loots and she puts all the shit up in the Guild Vault for everyone to use. She said all she got was a bunch of grey-named shit..."
Just as the boy was beginning to get a little too excited about the guild leader's next planned dungeon heist, the folf saw a familiar car pulling up into a parking spot outside the strip mall. "Oh, hey, man, that's probably my manager. I'd better close up now," he lied, and luckily, the kid believed him and left the store, dejected that he couldn't brag any more. He followed the boy to the door and watched through the thick glass panel as the youngster disappeared into the passenger seat of an SUV and rode home. Once that vehicle was gone, he saw the true driver of the convertible emerge. In the darkness of the night, there wasn't much more than a silhouette at first, but his heart swelled with joy as the figure passed under a street lamp. "Nyte..."
Holding the door open for his mate, Trevas beamed as brightly as that child was beaming about his WoW experiences, only for a much better reason. "Heh. You look happy to see me, baby..." the feline mused, bringing a paw up to gently rub the dark-furred cheek of his lover as the canid closed and locked the door. "How goes the business? Not too tired, are you?"
"I was before you showed up." He drank in the sight of the cheetah with his lilac-hued eyes, not sure whether the cat was sexier naked or dressed as he was now. The white pants the feline wore covered up his legs, but sagged low enough that he could see where his pubic fur began to thicken. Above was a silk shirt, as black and shiny as the long hair that draped behind Nyte's back, a perfect contrast to the flaxen gold on most of his body and the deliciously soft white of his bared chest and belly.
"I'll bet the kid was talking your ears off about some game, huh?" Nyte chuckled, gazing over his lover likewise. "I didn't know they stopped making you wear uniforms here, babe. Although I gotta say... pink?" He was, of course, referring to the powder-light pink of the shirt draped over Trevas's chest, splashed with yellow flowers and, unlike the cheetah's shirt, buttoned to hide his charcoal abdomen. The camo shorts didn't seem to match color-wise, but at least contributed to the summer feel of his emsemble.
"What's wrong with pink?"
"Can you get any gayer than pink?" Nyte needled his boyfriend even as he pulled him into an embrace, hands playing with the folf's silvery hair, brushing stray lock from his face and stroking the stubby ponytail it was tied into.
"It's not gay, man. That's only if it's some bright shit."
"So pastels aren't gay?"
"Nope."
"Too bad. I was hoping to kiss a gay guy, but if you're not into men anymore..."
Trevas grin slyly, both arms wrapping around his mate's back. "Hold on just a second. I said my shirt wasn't gay, not me."
"Good." Their lips collided abruptly, tongues lashing against one another and mouths grinding, kissing with the deep, burning passion only seen from virgins and long-separated lovers. It was only a few seconds, but it left both gasping for air all the same.
Trevas, smiling, gave his boyfriend a lick on the nose. "God, I missed you, Nyte..." Pulling himself from the embrace, he turned out the lights to the game store's front and lobby. "You ready to go?"
"Nope."
"Huh?"
Nyte, now draped in darkness, skulked over to his lover again, a sultry, devious glint in his eyes. "I seem to remember a certain bet we made last night..."
Trevas thought for a moment, trying to figure out what they'd agreed to. "W-wait a sec. You mean when we were playing that game? I thought..." He looked down, seeing Nyte already working the buttons of the pink shirt open. "Whoa, hold on! R-right here!?" he stuttered out, trying to back away, only for his escape to be thwarted by a display of PS3 games.
"That's right, babe. Right fucking here..." The cheetah's hands slid into the now-open Hawaiian shirt, digging into Trevas's thick fur to claim his nipple, and begin twisting and tugging at the nubs of flesh. As he teased the hybrid's tits, he leaned in, his breath hot inside his mate's ear. "Right. Fucking. Now."
Trevas bit his lip, glancing warily over his shoulder toward the glass front of the store. Despite his anxiety, he couldn't help moaning from his nipples being abused. They hardened up quickly, and were soon followed as his sheath swelled in his shorts. "N-Nyte... uhn..." His own paws came up to comb through the feline's soft chest fur, then up to his shoulders to try and push his shirt off, but the cat didn't relent in torturing his mate's titties, and the silk only fell as far as his elbows before stopping.
Finally, Nyte let his paws drift away from the abused, raw nubs, one sliding down to grasp the folf's swollen package through his pants while the other reached for his own pants, drawing the zipper down and letting his own sheath peak through the front. "I think I've gotten you ready enough to suck some cock... on your knees, babe..." Obediently, the folf sank down to a kneeling position, paws reaching into the open fly of Nyte's pants and pulling his balls out. "You're gonna enjoy this, aren't ya?"
"Y-yeah..." Trevas answered in a whisper, poking at the furry sac with his nose before slowly licking over it, then drawing a nut into his mouth to suckle on. He gazed up, and was met with a satisfied smirk as his mate shrugged the shirt back up onto his shoulders, then laid a paw at the back of Trevas's head.
"Mmm... yeah, man, I've missed your mouth so much..." he encouraged, lightly scratching behind the canid's ear with his thumb. His penis began to slide from his sheath, crawling across his mate's muzzle as the folf devoured his nuts. When Trevas felt the barbs scratching at his face, he abandoned the orbs and went right for his prize, cupping his flat, smooth tongue beneath it and drawing it into his maw hungrily. He growled softly in lust, bringing a paw up to the balls he'd just left and kneading them in his palm as he slowly bobbed on Nyte's spike-laden manhood.
As much as he enjoyed being on the receiving end of blowjobs, the hybrid couldn't deny that it was a pleasure to suck off the handsome cat before him. It was definitely the barbs, he figured; they felt great against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Even the back of his throat reveled in the sensation of hot spines combing against it. He could taste precum slowly leaking from his mate's tip, and focused on that point, lapping up beads of the fluid before they could form completely.
Just as he felt Nyte's dick spasming and readied himself to swallow a healthy load of sperm, he felt the cat yank his head back, denying him of the taste he was now craving. "N-Nyte, what are you-" Suddenly, he felt himself get turned around and pressed to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows along the front of the game shop. The cheetah's paws hastily unbuckled the folf's belt and devested him of his shorts, exposing his sopping wet penis, hard as steel and spurting precum like a fountain, to the world. "Woah, s-stop it!" he pleaded through the mouthful of spit and pre he hadn't yet swallowed down, but the only answer he got was a mischievous chuckle before he felt his ass cheeks spread apart and Nyte's rough tongue scraped over his hole. "Ah-ahhn!" He gasped, unable to form any words of protest as he was rimmed, hips pressed to the window.
His heart was beating rapidly as the cat ate his ass out. As he looked outside, all he could see was the road before the strip mall, and all the cars traveling along it. They were distant enough that he knew they'd never see inside the darkened lobby, but if anyone pulled into the parking lot, how could they possibly miss the lewd display? "P-please! S-Someone could... ahn... s-see..." he was finally able to gasp out, and Nyte relented in his slurping, only to delve into the wet hole with his middle finger.
"Yeah, anyone could just pull right up and see you getting fingerfucked. You think they'd wanna join us?" the cheetah whispered. "We could invite them in, let them suck some of that juice off your cock while I fuck you. Think that'd be fun?"
"U-uhhn... ah, God..." Trevas gaze down at his cock, shining in the dim lights on a few cardboard displays. More than that, though, he could hear it squeaking as it was ground into the glass, smearing globs of precum all over. "S-stop it..."
"Aw, you're no fun, babe..." Nyte laughed as he finally gave the hybrid a rest by pulling him back from the store's front. "Since you're so scared of being seen, I guess we'll just have to go somewhere that we can't be seen."
Gasping for breath, Trevas could barely nod in agreement. "There. Storage closet..." He was lead immediately into the room by his paw, the door closing behind them, but he'd forgotten how many games still sat here in piles, unsorted. There was barely room for the two males to walk.
"Tight fit..." Nyte grunted, reaching for the front of his pants to undo the top button, letting them pool at his ankles. "But it'll do." His hands claimed Trevas's buttocks as he began to grind their hips together, the folf's precum dousing his dick and his barbs clawing at the underside of his lover's shaft. He let the two organs stroke over each other as he nibbled the canid's throat, making the other moan softly.
"Uhn, God, Nyte... I can't take it..." Trevas grunted out. "Fuck me, please..."
"Your wish is my command..." Suddenly the folf's body was twisted around and he felt Nyte's hand press his torso down, bending him over a stack of boxes containing old game systems. Without another word, the cheetah gripped the base of Trevas's tail, lifting it up and out of his way, and let his cock slide smoothly into the folf's tight asshole. "Uhn, fuck... tight as always..."
The hybrid could only moan as the cat pumped his hips, his cock gliding smoothly in and out of the hot fleshy tunnel, making Trevas's whole body move with it. His head kept lightly hitting a pile of games, knocking several of them onto the floor, and he barely had room to put his arms anywhere besides behind his back, but right now that didn't even cross his mind. Those barbs felt overwhelmingly magnificent as they raked at his rectum, especially when Nyte thrust deep inside and pulled out slow, letting them comb over the folf's prostate. "Oh God... fuck... y-yeah, babe, fuck me... harder... oh fuck, harder..." And Nyte obliged, thrusting deeper and faster by the second. The canid's dick bucked and flailed with each thrust, and he could feel his precum splashing every direction. "Oh God... u-uhHHHNNNN!!!" His knot swelled up and he suddenly shot his first stream of cum like a rocket, plastering the box in front of him. "Oh shit... oh shit!" Rope after rope erupted from his tip, a seemingly endless supply of jizz squirting forth onto the boxes and floor.
"Uhn... Oh fuck..." Nyte sighed as each shot Trevas released was accompanied by an involuntary squeezing of his ass that drove the cat over the edge. His orgasm was quieter than his mate's, but it wasn't any less impressive. It took only a few shots to fill the folf's ass to capacity, and when the feline realized this, he pulled his dick free and pumped the rest of his pearly semen across his mate's butt and onto that pink shirt still on his back. "Uhnn... oh man, I needed that so fucking bad..."
"Me... too..." Trevas answered, still gasping from his intense climax. "God, I haven't blown a wad like that since-"
"Since last time we fucked, right?"
The folf chuckled. "Y-yeah." He twisted back around, gripping Nyte's shoulders as he leaned into the cum-drenched boxes and drew him into a deep kiss that lasted for what felt like hours. "God, Nyte, I missed you. I'm so glad you're home..."
"Me too..." Peering over the folf's shoulder, he surveyed the pools of bodily fluids. "How're you gonna explain this mess, though? Think anyone'll buy a cum-covered XBox?"
"I don't care," he cooed sleepily, the afterglow and lack of rest in the morning making him blissfully drowsy. "Just next time we play a game on the computer, would ya do me a favor?"
Nyte grinned as he relaxed against his lover's body as best he could in the tight space. "What is it, babe?"
"Tell me before you make a bet like that so I can lose on purpose."