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Quinn sat on the edge of the hotel bed, 3 “clients" standing in front of him with anticipation as he sized them each up. His expression was sultry, though, if he was being honest, he wasn't really feeling it. These clients requested to all use him at once, which Quinn had half a mind to turn down due to his previous experiences. He was fine with threesomes but had done a few gangbangs during his short time acting in porn. He remembered a specific time where he had walked into the studio one day, having been told that he would be shooting a fairly vanilla scene. However, when he arrived on set, he had been informed of a “change of plans" and was told that he would be doing a foursome scene in 10 minutes. This hadn't been anywhere in the contract, and Quinn, rightfully pissed off, had told the director to go fuck himself and tried to put his foot down that he wouldn't do the scene. However, the director playfully laughed off Quinns concerns and somehow talked him into it. Quinn didn't quite remember what it was the director had said to him other than that there were many false promises, but somehow the director had managed to manipulate Quinn into “Giving it a shot". It was an awful experience and Quinn went home that night, completely emotionally and physically drained as well as in pain. The director hadn't told him how rough the other actors were going to be until after he was already nursing a black eye.

Quinn had been eager to reject the request when he read it until he saw how much money was being offered. His hand traced over the eye that had been bruised the first time he did something like this, but rent was coming up and Quinn wanted to stay ahead of it. So, against his better judgment, he took the clients. Presently, he put on a false enthusiasm as he looked at his clients. There was a broad bear, a lanky red fox, and a shorter raccoon, none of whom Quinn cared to remember the names of. To him, they were just “Big dick", “Regular dick", and “Shrimp dick", respectively. Quinn sat before his clients in a purple lingerie that he liked while his clients rushed to get their pants off. The bear, without hesitation, approached Quinn and stuck his enlarged hands out to try to touch Quinn but was stopped in his tracks by Quinn pushing into the bears nose with his finger.

“Not so fast, big guy. I haven't laid out the ground rules yet." Quinn asserted in a seductive yet firm tone. The bears brow furrowed as he grumbled, impatiently.

“I don't like teases; Can't we just skip to the fun part?" The bear complained, but Quinn wasn't having it.

“If you don't behave yourself, you get nothing. Understand, Hon?" Quinn insisted, dropping the sensuality in his voice and speaking seriously for a moment. The bear growled but relented and the other 2 shifted, impatiently with their cocks standing at full mast. “Good boys.~ Now, first off, when I'm sucking you off, don't grab or push my head if you're fond of keeping your dick. Second, nobody touches my neck, period. Third, I set the pace. If I tell you to stop, you stop. If my mouth is… 'full', I'll double tap your leg if I want you to stop. If any of these rules are broken, this is over. You can keep your money and get the hell out. Everybody understand?" Quinn explained. All 3 clients desperately nodded, eager to start as their members desperately throbbed. “Alright, good… lets get started.~" Quinn said, though what he was really thinking was more along the lines of “Lets get this over with…," Pointing at the fox, Quinn gave him a wink. “You. Come here, sugar…~" He instructed.

Eagerly, the fox came forward and began feeling Quinn up with no hesitation. He grinned as his eyes sparkled at the sight of Quinns body while he looked as if he might start drooling.

“Ooo, you don't even wait for an invitation, do you, naughty boy?~" Quinn commented, though he wasn't even sure if the fox had heard him. In reality, Quinn wasn't very enthusiastic about how greedily the fox had started groping Quinn without even being given the go ahead, as if he owned him. It was of the job, though, for Quinn to pretend to be as into it as possible with most of his clients desires. He had gotten used to being used like an object for so long and used to not even think anything of it, but after he had met *that calico*, going back to being a living sex toy proved to be more difficult than he had expected. Still, the show must go on.

Feeling the fox stick his hands down inside of his panties to squeeze his plumply rounded butt, Quinn decided to take the lead and regain his control. While the Fox planted a “kiss" on Quinn that was more like forcefully pressing his face against Quinns and sucking on his cheek like a leech, Quinn placed his hands over the foxes arms which were still invading his underwear and guided the clients hands back up to his sides. When the fox attempted to assert himself by trying to stick his hands back down Quinns briefs, Quinn gripped the foxes arms with more force, stopping him.

Giving the fox an unamused sneer, he quickly caught himself and played it off with a giggle as if he were simply being coy. The fox who had seemed frightened for a moment, relaxed as Quinn stood up and looked up into his eyes. The fox was about a head taller than Quinn, who would be considered to have a fairly small stature, most of his body mass almost seeming as if it had been channeled into his butt and thighs. Quinn had worked hard and put himself through fairly grueling diets and exercise to maintain this and it certainly appeared to make the fox happy.

“Don't be greedy, you're sharing me, remember?~ There's plenty of love to go around…" Quinn reminded the fox as he walked around him and onto his other side while the foxes gaze followed Quinns every movement, as if in a trance. Then, Quinn pushed the fox onto the edge of the bed where he sat before getting down on all fours in front of him. One hand gently stroked the foxes twitching cock while the other slowly slid his panties down before taking them off completely and leaving him naked except for only his cotton stockings. His ass tilted up, facing towards the bear and raccoon, giving them the best possible eyeful as they yearningly gawked. As much as Quinn wanted this to be over, he *did* enjoy the attention, taking a modicum of pleasure in being naked in front of others and showing himself off.

“Hmm…," Quinn looked between the raccoon who nervously shifted with anticipation and the bear who snarled with frustrated impatience.He considered for just a moment, making the raccoon stand in the corner of the room and tug on his twig while waiting his turn, however the raccoon was the only one so far who hadn't done anything in particular to upset him, so Quinn decided to be gracious. He pointed at the raccoon who looked around as if to see if Quinn was pointing at somebody else. Quinn shot the raccoon a wink, confirming him to be the object of his attention, making the raccoon nearly faint on the spot. Then, Quinn made a simple “come here," motion with his finger and the raccoon looked like he had just won the lottery as he eagerly approached, leaving the bear to watch while pouting. It wasn't only out of petty payback that Quinn made the bear go last, however. The bear was also the one that was going to be the hardest to take, making Quinn dread him the most. He had taken cocks just as big before, he was capable of it, he simply didn't enjoy the feeling.

Then, without a word, Quinn turned his head back to the fox and began blowing him while offering up his enormous ass right to the raccoon. Wasting no time, getting to work, the raccoon began feverishly jackhammering Quinn from behind. Not only did he have no sense of pace or rhythm, to the point where might as well have simply been using Quinn as a tool to masturbate instead of actually having sex, Quinn also felt absolutely nothing as he was fairly certain the raccoon couldn't even manage to penetrate him through his cushioned asscheeks. It honestly wasn't even really about the raccoons size, though it was a contributing factor, but the raccoon simply fucked with no technique whatsoever. Quinn found himself rolling his eyes and just letting the racc have his fun back there while he went back to work on the foxes shaft.

Quinn could hear the fox just about having the time of his life while he caressed the underside of his tip with his tongue while massaging the foxes shaft with his lips. The tip, Quinn had come to find out through experience, was by far the most sensitive part of a cock, especially the underside of it, and as Quinn expertly licked it, the fox let out shaky howls. Feeling his clients legs tremble, Quinn groaned at the taste of his member. He couldn't help but wonder when was the last time the fox had washed his dick.

Meanwhile, the raccoon whom Quinn had, in all honesty, forgotten about sped up his pace as his pelvis clapped agaInst Quinns pillow-like butt. Feeling his digits dig deeper into his cheeks, Quinn detected the raccs frantic grunts gaining intensity.

“5 minutes and he's already about to bust?" Quinn thought while continued to reluctantly gorge himself on the foxes unkempt cock. Just as he was about to say something to the racc, however, the critter released with a cry, ropes of thick seed spraying the surfaces of Quinns butt, back, and some of his face as he looked back towards the racc, only to get an eyeshot of cum. Lazily, the racc fell onto his back, his chest rising up and down as his eyes were contently closed. Quinn grumbled and cursed as wiped his eye clean.

“Asshole! You got it all in my fur, do you know how long it takes to get that shit out!?" Quinn vented as he looked himself over. Meanwhile, the foxes ecstasy had ended due to Quinn taking his mouth off his cock and he sat there, blueballed and confused.

“Hey, what gives??" The fox complained, his brow furrowing.

“Shut up…" Quinn retorted as he stood and looked down at the racc. It was clear that his grievances fell on deaf ears as the racc was lost in afterglow, evidently pleased with himself. So, Quinn went over and grabbed the raccoon by his scruff and shook him out of it before looking the critter dead in the eye. “If I get pink eye, I'm gonna twist your balls off, put them in a blender, and force feed it to you– You got that, you little puke?" Quinn threatened the now startled and terrified racc, who fearfully nodded. Taking a deep breath, Quinn dropped the racc and calmed himself. “Alright, alright… I'm calm. Sorry." He said, feeling the tension in the room. Even the imposing bear looked nervous as he protectively grabbed his balls upon hearing Quinns threat.

“I'm, uhh… gonna take a shower. Ok?" Quinn said, only for the bear to speak up, approaching Quinn.

“What about me?? You're just gonna leave me like this??" The bear protested, gesturing towards his vast cock, standing at full mast.

“I'll take care of you, but I want to wash this crap out before it dries in my fur." Quinn insisted as he turned and began walking towards the bathroom only to feel the bears vice-like grip on his arm.

“We're not paying you blueball us. We finish now or you don't get paid." The bear threatened, seeming confident in his ultimatum. Quinn stopped for a moment and looked up at the bear before looking down at the bears hand on his arm. After a moment, Quinn grabbed 2 of the bears fingers and twisted them back, drawing a high pitched squeal like that of a young woman from the ogre of a client, who crumpled to his knees in pain as Quinn held his fingers, just a twitch away from breaking them. Glaring down the bear, Quinn considered telling him roll his money into a tight little wad and shove it up his dick, but then he thought about his rent. He thought about telling Alex that he'd be short on his half of the rent and her having to pay the rest of it *again*. She always said it wasn't a problem, but Quinn didn't want to do that to her again, so he took a deep breath and released the bear before standing him up.

“... Fine." Quinn said as he went back over to the fox and sat down right on his cock, lubed by his spit, taking his full length with relative ease, drawing a startled moan from the fox. Then, Quinn grabbed the bear by his cock and yanked him toward him, wasting no time as he began stroking and licking the bears length, rushing to just get it over with.

The bear who had been nursing his fingers was quickly distracted by Quinns tongue as he let out a low growl of pleasure and cursed under his breath. Trailing his tongue up and down the bears enormous cock, Quinn would normally be trying to feign enthusiasm by showing a little more affection. Usually, he'd pepper the cock with kisses and compliment the taste and size, but he couldn't really be bothered his time around.

As he did this, he also bounced up and down on the foxes member who begged– no, demanded for more. Unlike the racc, Quinn actually *felt* this cock and since he was in control here, he was able to at least derive a small bit of pleasure as he guided the fox to his prostate which the racc had never even come close to touching. He had figured he might as well at least make it as pleasant as possible for himself despite the foxes repugnant breath on the back of Quinns neck as the fox hugged him from behind. Not quite an affectionate hug as much as a greedy, possessive one as he simply yanked Quinn into his thrusts.Then, seemingly forgetting himself in the heat of the moment, the fox bit Quinn shoulder, causing him to jolt in place. Letting out an annoyed growl, Quinn considered driving his elbow into the foxes ribs, but thought better of it. After all, he thought, he had never said anything against biting when setting his boundaries and has had biting clients before. Still, Quinn figured that the fox could have at least asked first.

Trying his best to ignore it, Quinn managed to get the bears tip into his mouth. He relaxed his throat and squeezed his thumb (A trick he had learned for reducing gag reflex) before taking in a few more inches as he began to properly suck on the bears cock. Beastly grunts began to come out of the bear, who put a hand on Quinns unbitten shoulder. He squeezed Quinns shoulder but didn't try to push him, so Quinn opted to let it happen as he began to make progress on the bears cock. Then, unexpectedly, the bear thrusted his pelvis forward, forcing in the next few inches that Quinn had been trying to ease into. Quinn gagged and to stop himself from vomiting as tears welled up in his eyes. Hearing the bear chuckle, apparently finding this funny, Quinn cast a murderous look as he grumbled and considered biting his member. However, once the bear felt Quinn rest his teeth against his cock as warning, he instantly shut up.

If he wasn't desperate, Quinn would have ended the night here, but instead he opted to try something else, pushing the bear off of him before picking up the pace on the foxes cock, clenching before finally getting the fox to climax inside of him which Quinn much preferred over getting seed in his fur.

Standing up, Quinn felt himself leaking while the fox laid back on the bed, satisfied. The foxes bliss didn't last long however, as Quinn pushed the fox aside and off on the bed before getting on it, on all fours and presenting himself to the bear, who eagerly joined him on the mattress.

“Alright, just start sl–" Quinn tried to warn only to feel the bears meaty grip on his hips as he forced his cock inside with no preparation, drawing a yelp from Quinn. Mercilessly, the bear ravaged Quinn, and while Quinn, physically, could stop him, he ultimately thought about the money and decided to just take it. Thankfully, the foxes seed and Quinns spit from the blowjob acted as enough lubricant to make it bearable. Gritting his teeth, Quinn looked over at the side of the bed while his hole was being abused, at the racc who sheepishly watched with desire in his eyes. Quinn gave him a look that silently told him to go fuck himself, but the racc spoke.

“Uhm… I promise I'll warn you this time…" The racc said. Sighing, Quinn begrudgingly gestured for him to get on the bed, which the racc happily did before presenting his unimpressive dick to Quinn who started tugging at it.

Meanwhile, Quinn felt the bears hand drifted uncomfortably close to Quinns neck, though Quinn just tried to write this off as the bear being lost in heat as he moved the hand away. When it happened again, Quinn pushed the bears hand more firmly before looking back and casting him a glare.

Then, the racc tapped Quinns shoulder and stuttered

“I-I'm… I'm gonna…" He started. This time was even faster than before, though Quinn supposed he was just that good with his hands. Opening his mouth, he let the racc aim his load before climaxing. It was bitter, but Quinn forced himself to swallow as the racc passed out on the bed.

At the very least, Quinn was beginning to ever so slightly adjust the bears size, but the beast rammed into him so hard that it barely mattered. Gripping the sheets, Quinn controlled his breathing while the bear had his way. He began to feel claws piercing his hips where the bear gripped him and drawing blood.

“F-fuck! Watch the claws!" Quinn ordered but to no real avail, as the bear was completely lost in the moment, fixated in more of a predator mindset while Quinn had the misfortune of being his recently captured prey. Quinn already was going to have to disinfect the bite wound from the fox, and now had cuts on his lower body to worry about later. Thankfully, both wounds were shallow and surface level, but that didn't make it suck any less in the moment. “Slow down! Y-you're hurting me!" Quinn made a futile effort to reason with the bear. He wasn't sure why bothered, he knew the bear wouldn't care.

At this point, Quinn was beginning to think he might have to end this if it goes any further, but still found himself reluctant to do so. If he threw in the towel now, that would mean no money and aside from the financial consequences, it would also mean all the other bullshit he's put up with tonight would have been for nothing. So, as his entrance was stretched to its limit, his backside grew bruised from repeated battering, and his bled from bites and scratches, Quinn did everything he could to put on a strong face and endure, no matter how much he wanted to weep under his tough facade.

Eventually, Quinn was finally granted a reprieve as the bear released his seed, deep into Quinns bowels before pulling out and continuing to spurt all over him, his cum sinking into Quinns fur. And yet, Quinn didn't even have the energy to get as enraged as he normally would about this.

He simply laid face down on the bed, sore and catching his breath. He was usually able to handle rough fucking, but the bears size had nearly torn him apart. Meanwhile, the let out a satisfied laugh while cleaned himself up. Then, Quinn heard words that snapped him out of his relief.

“Alright, you can rest for a few minutes before round 2." The bear said. Quinn shot up, with a look of murder in his eye.

“Fuck no! We're done, it's over! I just want my fucking money!" Quinn protested, but the bear just laughed at him.

“Is that any way to talk to paying customers? If you want your money, you'll do whatever we say." The bear smugly retorted.

“You fucker, if you don't pay me right now, I'll–" Quinn started but was interrupted.

“Don't be like that, sweet-cheeks. We could go all day~" The bear replied as he began to grope Quinn, and guided Quinns hand towards his crotch. For a moment, Quinn seemed to submit, letting out a resigned sigh as he stroked the bears cock for a moment… Before grabbing his balls and squeezing them in his hands while the bear let out a shrill scream. After a moment of twisting and compressing the bears orbs, Quinn let go and began to pick up the bears clothes and wallet. He took the money that was owed to him out of the wallet and then grabbed the bear by the ear and began dragging him out the door, by the ear.

Yanking the whimpering bear around by the ear, as if Quinn were his mother, he took him out into the hallways, past the other hotel residents, and out into the lobby while the both of them were still completely naked. Though, Quinn couldn't care less about the looks he got as he walked out, naked in front of the staff and guests (It was pretty well known as a love hotel, making that sort of thing expected). He threw the equally nude bear to the ground before throwing his clothes and wallet at him.

“I better not see you again, or you're a fucking dead man." Quinn threatened before turning and beginning to walk back towards the hotel room. He could feel the entire room getting an eyeful of his butt, but didn't really think anything of strangers and colleagues alike seeing him naked. The bear, on the other hand, scrambled to cover himself and Quinn heard the faintest sound that appeared to be crying coming from the bear, likely from a mix of the pain and humiliation.

Once he got back to the hotel room, Quinn found no problem getting his money from the other two clients, having made an example of the bear. With that, they hastily dressed and left, leaving Quinn to count his earnings: $1,200 (400 from each client) and a wave of relief and satisfaction washed over him. This was not only more than enough to cover the rest of the rent, he could save the remaining sum and be alright for a while as he keeps working. Taking a deep breath, Quinn laid back in the bed, relieved at the ordeal being over.

Later on, as he was now dressed, he robotically went through the motions of unlocking his apartment door and entering. The sound of the TV was gibberish to Quinn who was too tired to really understand whatever was being said. Dragging himself over to the coach where his roommate, Alex sat, seemingly spaced out and on the verge of drifting off. Tapping the top of the sofa behind her, she seemed to snap out of it and turned to him. Her tired, worn eyes lit up slightly as she greeted him.

“Hey, Quinn. Wassup?" She greeted but Quinn didn't really respond as he simply offered her a portion of money. “What's this?" She asked, not taking it at first.

“Rent." Quinn groaned. Normally, he'd have a little bit more energy when speaking to her and felt bad for coming off as rude, but he could only bring himself to give one word answers at that particular time.

“Oh, thanks! Yeah, this should cover your half, we're good for this month." She said as she accepted the money and counted it. “Didn't think you'd pull through this time around, its great that you–" She started, but turned to get a proper look at Quinn and stopped. His normally soft and maintained fur was matted and stained, he smelled like musk and body oder, and he looked ready to collapse on the spot. “Quinn, are you good?" She asked, her voice becoming softer.

“Yeah." Quinn said as he simply trudged toward the bathroom. Once inside, he lazily undressed, feeling a significant weight come off of him once his clothes were shed before he stepped into the shower and ran the water. Allowing the water to hit his head and flow down his body, Quinn sighed and decompressed. As the bathroom gradually filled with steam, he could feel Alex's presence as she stood in the doorway and watched him, likely concerned. *I shouldn't be making her worry like this*, he thought to himself as he turned to look at the wolf, a curl in her snout. “Hey, whats up?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. She wasn't satisfied with his one word answer to her concern.

Quinn didn't even have the glass pane of the shower closed and made no attempt to cover himself, as nudity was pretty much a non-event between them. They were both exclusively gay (Though Quinn often had to compromise when a woman was a paying customer) and not interested in each other in that way, nor did either of them feel enough shame to care if the other saw them naked. Often, if one of them needed to shower and it was occupied, they'd just hop in anyway to save time and water which helped a lot with the bills.

“I don't wanna pry into your life or anything, but are you… *really* okay, dude?" Alex asked. Quinn thought for a moment as there was a pause. Though, he also made sure to get to scrubbing himself instead of just standing in the shower, wasting water. “If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too, man." She reassured Quinn.

“No,it's all good." Quinn said, mustering up a small smile. “Just a long day at work." He told her. Alex was aware the Quinn was a prostitute and didn't usually judge or pry about his work. But as she stood in the doorway and her eyes looked his naked body up and down, not with lust, but with worry and pity as his butt was bruised from repeated battering, his hips and thighs were covered in scratches with blood washed away by the water, and a bite wound in his shoulder. When he stopped to think about what happened to him, he fought every urge to cry. “I'm serious, just some assholes. Nobody worth worrying about." Quinn reassured.

“You don't have to do this to yourself for my sake. I could have covered both halves or rent, or–" Alex started but Quinn found himself not in the mood to hear it.

“What kind of friend would I be if I just bummed off of you? I should be contributing in some way, at least, otherwise I don't have a right to live here." Quinn insisted. He felt like he was abusing or taking advantage of his friend every time she or anybody paid for something on his behalf. There was also the prospect of becoming reliant on somebody which sickened him. It wasn't even entirely a pride thing, he just couldn't bring himself to trust somebody to have that kind of power over him if he could avoid it. Not that he thought of Alex as some manipulator nor did he distrust her, but he just couldn't allow it.

“What kind of friend would *I* be if I just left you homeless?" Alex countered. “If you were a burden or nuisance, I would have let you know it a *long* time ago, friend or not." She added. Quinn simply sighed and chose not to continue the discussion. He simply pretended to agree.

“Alright, alright. Well, it's already done, there's nothing anyone can do about it. Just make sure it wasn't for nothing and take the cash… Please." Quinn insisted while he stepped out of the shower and dried off, his bare body exposed to the cool air. Taking a long searching look at Quinn as her brow furrowed before sighing, Alex finally nodded and left Quinns sight. She likely knew he was only feigning his agreement, but respected Quinns wishes to no longer push the topic and let it go.

Quinn didn't even bother to put any clothes on as he walked into his bedroom and allowed himself to collapse on the bed, naked. It didn't matter, he preferred to sleep in the nude, anyways. Turning over to lay on his back, Quinn grabbed a pillow and put it over his face while he sprawled out on his mattress. Once he had a quiet moment to himself, he had nothing but his thoughts and the reality of his situation would always hit him like a ton of bricks whenever he got the chance to stop and think, which was why he avoided doing so. Even after the fact, he still felt the foxes breath on his neck and heard the bears laughs and sounds of pleasure, like sirens in the back of his head, driving him mad. His abused asshole was still in pain as well as the rest of his body from the waist down, as he clutched his pillow and groaned when left to stir in it.

He was so exhausted yet he couldn't find sleep. He simply laid like this for an amount of time that was unknown to him, but it felt like years before it was interrupted by a notification on his phone. Taking a deep breath, Quinn groggily grumbled as he reached for his phone and took the pillow off of his face, expecting another request from a client. When he looked at his phone, he saw a text from somebody familiar.

NOAH: *Hi, sweetie! :3 Sorry I haven't texted you yet today. How are you doing?*

Quinn stared at his screen for a solid five minutes. Noah always checked up on him every day without fail, ever since they officially became a couple, just a few weeks ago. He could tell Noah everything and just dump his entire day on his lap, or he could just….

QUINN: *Doin gr8 now that im talking to u ;)*

Quinn typed away and let a small but genuine smile creep up his face when he thought about Noah.

NOAH: *Aww, thank you! Wish I could talk to you all the time, but classes lol Anyways, are you free? I'm studying by the cafe but I could use some company, If you're free! I've really missed you :(*

QUINN: *How? We met up yesterday*

NOAH: *I know! Way too long for my comfort! lol*

Quinn giggled and rolled his eyes.

QUINN: *Alright, I'll be right there.*

Finding it in himself to get up, Quinn stretched and made his way to his closet with more energy than before. He looked for something provocative and sexy to wear for Noah, hoping to watch him squirm. He tried on a couple of revealing outfits before settling on a black sports bra with a loose pink hoodie, open and falling off one of his shoulders along with a short skirt with no underwear, just long enough to cover him in general (as to not get arrested) but still completely expose himself to whoever cared to look with simple movements like bending over or spreading his legs.

Next, Quinn applied some makeup. He didn't overdo it, he simply hid the bags under his eyes, brightened his cheeks a little bit and some gothic eyeliner. He never liked how people looked when they just dolled themselves up with an ocean of makeup, it invoked the uncanny valley to him. Still, he looked at himself in the mirror and though he saw a stranger in the reflection, his scars were hidden and Noah wouldn't have to see his real face. *besides*, he thought, *I look sexy like this. It's gotten me this far.*

With that, he grabbed his purse and walked out in the living room where Alex laid passed out on the couch. He took a glance at her and was out the door.

On his way to the cafe, Quinn relished heads he'd turn, whether it be the look of a guy realizing he might not be straight once he got a glance at Quinn's ass, or a murderous glare from an elderly nun (whom Quinn made sure to give a small wink to, seeming to make her damn near pop a blood vessel). It didn't happen on this walk, but Quinn often got harassment whether it be sexual or hateful, but he'd never let assholes stop him from wearing whatever the fuck he wanted. Nobody owned him and nobody ever would. Besides, he kept a switchblade in his purse for a reason.

Upon arriving at the cafe, there were many other college students who would stop by there. So many eyes on Quinn as he could definitely feel a few perverts eye-fucking him. Many might have tried to see if they could sneak a peek up his skirt, and Quinn found himself indulging them as he'd “"accidentally"" flip his skirt up, playing it off as the wind and giving anybody who was interested a good eyeful and some looked devastated to find a large cock and balls under the skirt. Meanwhile, others were made even more excited.

Though, as many people straightened out, flexing biceps, or jeering Quinn to sit with them, he didn't say a word to any of them. As much fun as he had teasing them, especially watching the ones who weren't expecting a dick as they proceeded to rethink their entire lives, he wasn't interested. He strolled right past all the suitors and propositions without even sparing them a glance but could feel their confusion and bewilderment fill the air when Quinn, instead, sat next to the quiet, skinny calico boy with glasses and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Hi, Honey! You like what you see?~" Quinn greeted as he set his bag down next to him. Noah looked up from his laptop and notebook to give Quinn a smile as he grasped his hand.

“Is the answer to that ever different?" Noah replied to which Quinn rolled his eyes, but with amusement. Planting another kiss, this time on Noah's lips, and observing Noah's face go bright red as he stammered. “Q-Quinn… We're in public…" He whispered to Quinn, who immediately felt bad as he remembered that Noah had set a boundary about mouth kisses in public, as people potentially staring at him made him panic.

“I'm really sorry, Hon, I forgot. Won't happen again." Quinn quickly reassured and Noah didn't seem to have a hard time forgiving Quinn at all as he simply squeezed his hand. Quickly moving past it, they caught up. Quinn would have been content to just hear about Noah's day, but that didn't end up being the case.

“I'd really like to hear what's going on with you lately. How've you been today?" Noah insisted even when Quinn insisted back that Noah talk about *his* day. Noah seemed to relent and went first as he turned back to his laptop. “My Professor just sprang an essay on us today and said it was due at the end of week… While we're halfway through the week. So, I'm just getting research done and hoping that maybe having my sweetheart with me might keep me from getting up and walking into the ocean." He joked with a tired chuckle. Quinn giggled with him but stopped when he was asked the dreaded question, “What about You?"

“Oh, just a lot of work bleeding me dry, heh. Nothing I can't handle. I mean, I get to fuck all day and get paid for it, I can hardly complain." Quinn joked, though Noah didn't laugh. “Really, it's nothing interesting… Unless you *want* all the spicy details about me getting dicked down by fat juicy cocks.~" Quinn teased, trying to cover how he *actually* felt. He was thinking that he might make up some hot, pornagraphic story of pleasure to tell Noah. For a minute, it looked like it might work as Noah's cheeks flared while he cleared his throat. However, he managed to stay on topic.

“Uh, no, that's ok. I mean, if I had to have sex all day, everyday, as a job or obligation, it'd get old pretty fast, I think. It might even ruin sex for me. It wouldn't be pleasure, it'd just be work. Are you sure it's all good?" Noah inquired, curiously. Quinn was a little impressed with how much more open Noah was now, talking about sex, compared to when they first met. Granted, it was in a more clinical way than lustful, so that likely helped a lot.

“Uhm… yeah, I'm alright. I mean, i'm not you, you shouldn't project your own feelings onto people." Quinn deflected, his brow furrowing, slightly.

“N-no, no, I was just trying to empathize. I'm just concerned is all… If something's wrong, you can tell me, you don't have to constantly put on a brave face. I'm not saying that you're lying, or anything, I just want you to know just in case." Noah hastily clarified.

“I… I'm fine. Trust me, I'm tough. I wouldn't have lived this long if I wasn't resilient…" Quinn trailed off for a moment, but snapped back to reality. “And sorry about what I said before, I shouldn't be upset at you. Just a long day was all, but that isn't an excuse." Quinn added.

“It's alright, honey, I don't want to upset you or make you feel anything but completely free and loved. I don't mean to make you feel like I'm trying to impose my own feelings and opinions on you." Noah explained.

“You really don't have to be sorry, you weren't being a jerk at all, I was." Quinn replied.

“Well, I am, anyways." Noah insisted and Quinn opted to just let it go and move on.

“Anyways, what's your essay about?" Quinn asked. With that, they moved on to talking about the idea of banning plastic and how it could affect the environment, for Noah's essay. About an hour went past of Quinn helping Noah with his research and writing, giving him pointers, and sometimes veering off topic to something funny one of them might have found on the internet. Sometimes, there might be an online rabbit hole that's like a trainwreck you can't look away from, and the pair would get consistently distracted by that. Eventually, the sky became a warm orange as the sun had been getting ready to rest alongside the rest of the world.

“So, in conclusion, I think I'd be in favor of banning single use plastic items and better enforcing recycling as a law." Noah said as he closed out the last of the research tabs on his laptop, ready to start on actually writing out his essay.

“I mean, thing is, normal people actually have little to no effect on the environment. That whole thing was used by the rich to put the blame and responsibility on the lower class while they were the one's who are *actually* fucking the earth because they're the only ones with enough influence to actually effect anything. The most dedicated person could spend their entire life being as environment friendly as possible and not even make a dent, because normal people simply don't have that kind of power or influence. The real answer is to be holding the rich accountable and putting heavier laws that stop corporations from abusing the environment." Quinn replied.

“That's…. A more cynical outlook. But fair. Still, I think that shouldn't stop from avoiding being an asshole who leaves your garbage everywhere." Noah said.

“Well, of course. That should go without saying." Quinn replied.

“Well, anyways, thanks for spending time with me. It was really nice having you around. I was wondering if maybe we could uhm…." Noah trailed off.

“What is it?" Quinn prompted.

“Well… would you want to spend the night together?" Noah asked, though he still seemed full of shame as he avoided eye contact with Quinn, who smirked.

“Oh, are *you* initiating this time?~" Quinn teased, but then spoke slightly more seriously. “Sorry, hon. I… I don't think I'm in the mood. Shocking, coming from me, I know, but I had a lot of clients and I'm kinda tired and had my fill of fucking for today." Quinn explained.

“Oh, I just meant more like a sleepover, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Noah clarified, much to Quinn's confusion. If that wasn't what he wanted, then what *did* he want? “I just didn't want to sleep alone tonight. Classes have been… A lot, and I've been really missing you and the softness of your touch. I just… missed cuddling with you." Noah spoke just above a mumble as he looked down. Quinn stared at Noah for a second before letting out a light giggle. Grasping Noah's hand, he scooted closer to him.

“Yeah, that sounds nice, sugar. All you have to do is ask.~" Quinn whispered to Noah, but refrained from kissing him in public… until, Noah planted a brief kiss on Quinn's face. It was fast and discrete as when Noah pulled back, his eyes darted around for a moment to make sure nobody was staring. Meanwhile, Quinn felt himself blush, not used to being on the receiving end of a kiss. The momentary shock was followed by a smile as they both stood up, grabbed their belongings, and left together, holding hands.

The walk back to Quinn's apartment was more quiet and calm than his walk to the cafe. Quinn still turned heads and enjoyed it, but at the moment his focus was on Noah. They didn't speak, but rather took comfort in each other's silent presence. They didn't have to constantly be talking about something, they were able to simply exist together and relax with each other.

Though, occasionally, Quinn might get the occasional gross catcall from somebody who thought he was a girl. It wasn't much of a big deal to him. It was fun, even, as whenever this would happen, he'd simply stop, turn to that person, give them a smile and then lift his skirt, usually traumatizing them with what they'd see as he rarely, if ever, wore underwear. They would often back off upon seeing what this “girl" was packing.

Once back at the apartment, Quinn unlocked it and invited Noah inside. Once in the apartment, Quinn took notice that Alex was no longer on the couch, but heard muffled music coming from her shut room. Moving past that, Quinn walked into his room and immediately began tossing his clothes off, freeing his body. It wasn't until he was pulling down his skirt, bending over with his rear facing Noah, that Quinn realized how hard Noah was staring at him, fidgeting with his coat as he was taking it off. Was he only just now being reminded that Quinn slept naked? Noah looked a little uncomfortable, which concerned Quinn.

“Hey, uhh… This is ok, right? You don't have to strip at all, you can just undress to your comfort level. This is just *my* comfort level." Quinn checked. Noah seemed to snap out of it and nod.

“Y-yeah, it's ok, I just… Usually whenever we sleep together, we have sex, so it makes sense for you to be naked then, but I forgot that you sleep naked *all* the time. I just don't want to, like, make it weird or anything." Noah said, blushing as his eyes wandered just about everywhere except for Quinn's body, though he had already seen it so many times.

“It doesn't have to be weird. People only make it weird with their dumb obsessive disdain for bodies. It's pretty odd how nudity is shunned and censored and yet people are simultaneously obsessed with it. Honestly, it's the same thing with sex as well. You only find it weird because the environment you grew up in put so much energy into convincing you that it's weird." Quinn stated. Noah didn't look like he entirely caught everything that Quinn said but tried to keep up and understood the gist of it. “But, still, I want you to be comfortable. So, if you need me to cover myself up–" Quinn started but Noah interjected.

“N-no! No, it's alright…" Noah insisted. His eyes finally looked at Quinn and tried their best to keep on his face but occasionally glanced down at his nethers before forcing themselves back up. Quinn smiled at how adorable it was.

“Alright." Quinn said, shrugging with a smirk. “Sooo, you wouldn't mind if I stretched a little, then? Like this?~" Quinn turned to fully face Noah and stretched, arching his back and putting his well endowed cock front and center in front of Noah, who looked like he might pass out, “Or this?~" Then, Quinn turned around and bent over, touching his toes and giving Noah an eyeful of his big soft ass that bounced with his movements and his fat orbs that hung beneath. Quinn struggled to contain his laughter as he had never seen anybody turn as red as Noah did in that moment. Finally, through messing with Noah and ready to just unwind, Quinn ceased his teasing and stood back up before climbing into bed and opening his arms for Noah, inviting him to be embraced.

Noah undressed down to a pair of panties and an undershirt. Holding the bottom of the shirt over his crotch, shyly, Noah approached and didn't seem to know what exactly to do or say next. Usually, they'd cuddle after sex, but this was the first time they simply skipped right to the cuddling.

“That's a lot of exposure for you. You sure you're comfortable? Like, not just physically, but mentally. You don't have to undress just because I did." Quinn inquired, noticing Noah's distress. Even after seeing each other naked so often, Noah still seemed shy about nudity unless it was in the context of sex. At least then, it was an intimate moment where he was made to feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable, aside from also being distracted from his embarrassment by pleasure.

“I'm ok… Just not used to just… existing in a state of undress without actually *doing* something like bathing or having sex." Noah expressed.

“Alright, if you're sure. C'mere~" Quinn took the lead, pulling Noah in and embracing him. With their bodies touching, he could feel Noah's heartbeat as it was, at first, pounding before gradually slowing down and relaxing with Quinn's touch. Noah climbed into the bed and hugged Quinn back. Quinn eased Noah into laying down, hooking his leg around him and resting himself against his lover. All of the day's hardships simply melted away in that moment.

“So, like, do you want to watch a movie or something?" Noah proposed but Quinn lazily shook his head.

“I'm really tired right now, I just want to sleep." Quinn expressed and felt Noah's shaky arm hesitate for a moment before wrapping around Quinn.

“Uhm… Can I… Kiss you?" Noah asked, waiting for permission. Once Quinn nodded, he felt a peck against his forehead followed by a warm kiss on his cheek. In that moment, even if *only* for that moment, Quinn didn't have a single problem in the entire world. People like the bear or the fox didn't matter.

With his naked body pressing up against Noah, his cock brushing against Noah's leg, Quinn could feel something poking him through Noah's panties, causing Noah to immediately cover his crotch and turn away from Quinn

“I-I'm so sorry! I know you didn't want to do anything sexual tonight, I'm really sorry– Y-you're just really beautiful and– and– looking at you naked and feeling you just makes me— I– I promise I wont–" Noah hastily stammered, but an exhausted Quinn simply hugged him from behind, spooning him.

“It's fiiiine, honey… I'm naked and touching you, it'sss Just a natural reaction of the body… Now, c'mere, I'm getting cold…" Quinn sleepily slurred, squeezing Noah tighter and taking in his warmth. Noah relaxed and touched Quinn's hands.

As he drifted off, Quinn couldn't help but smile despite everything. For every person like the bear, there was somebody like Alex or Noah. As reluctant as he was to see it, he had support from people who loved him and that was all he could really ask for. A warm pair of arms to embrace him at the end of a long day. Nobody, not even those asshole clients, could take that away.