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“Mmhh, and this is what you want? Like you’re sure of it?”

“Of course, Sugah’”. Rogue replies, setting up a perfect camera angle as Rocket Raccoon lies on a hotel bed, helping her with framing. “It’s just… I know what Remy likes AND I want him to be able to just… touch someone.” She clenches one of her gloved hands. Rocket looks away, not wanting to open that can of worms anymore than he already had. “Plus,” She takes a few steps towards the hotel bed where the prone raccoon lies. “I like to watch him go WILD. For some reason he still treats me delicately. He’s afraid he’s gonna hurt ME somehow.” Rogue makes a fist and knocks on the front of her shorts. “As if even his projectile powers could bang up my Marvelous Ms Coochie.”

“Anna! Please, bahaha that’s too funny!” Rocket rolls on the bed clutching his stomach with both paws as he tries to stop himself from cry-laughing. Rogue chuckles as she pets her friend’s head to calm him down.

“Thank you again, Rocket. He also likes ‘em hairy.” She makes an effort to stroke the extra and off colored tuft of fur in the middle of Rocket's chest. “And The Lord knows I can’t let myself grow out down there. It would show right through that leotard!”

“Why DO you guys still wear that getup?” Rocket hides his blush by turning his muzzle, Rogue pretending not to see it as she turns away and walks to the hotel door.

“The Professor says it's about ‘branding’, but I personally just like how it feels, to be honest.” The mutant opens the door, looking back one last time at Rocket. “Just like I know how good you’ll feel lil’ guy.” She steps through the threshold of the door with a wink, Rocket’s cheeks burning brighter, now matching the rocket in his pocket raging through the thin layer of his silk underwear.

“Damn… she really knows how to get me goin’.” Rocket coughs before reaching a paw down to play with the tent in his underwear. His firm grasp causes him to exhale through his nose as a warm shiver spreads through his body. “Ugh, where is this lug? I feel like I really gotta blow a fat one now…”

The hotel room door opens with a soft click, the shape of a man stepping through. Rocket looks up and is met with Gambit's wicked grin and bright red eyes, the southerner hearing Rocket’s needyness through the cheap hotel door. His coat is fully buttoned, an odd sight for the usually casual mutant. “Well well, Chéri, I certainly got a fat one you can blow.” He unbuttons his signature coat to reveal himself completely nude underneath. HIs dick hangs low with gravity, its weight and girth dragging it down to meet his hairy and overly full balls. “Say hi, will you?” He flexes his pelvic muscles, his heavy meat flexing strongly from its descended form.

Rocket is almost sure he can see a bead of sweat or pre launch from the cannon and fall onto the foot of the dirty hotel sheets. It’s an almost pale white color, lighter than most of Gambit’s skin. The head beneath a partial hood is a pale pink. Like a sleeping beast ready to claim. Rocket takes a half second to snap back to reality, making sure he doesn’t let his jaw hang open in shock.

“Huh, heard that, did you?” The raccoon composes himself, trying to keep his bravado going. Rogue had shown him pcitures of Gambit’s cock over the years and he had snuck quite a few peaks every now and then too… but seeing it engorged and in person was something any lens wouldn’t capture well. Luckily for Rogue she had felt it already, so the camera caputring the two males would do it enough justice. “Well, I meant blowing a load down your throat! I’m sure it’s nice and loose from all that yappin’ you’re always doing.”

Gambit smirks, dropping his coat to the floor as he stands completely nude in front of his girlfriend’s best friend. His cock sags back down as he makes his way onto the bed. The mattresss squeaks and snags a bit, the no-tell-motel living up to its name with apparent heavy usauge. “Now why didn’t you say so, Rocket?”

“Huh?”

Before ther raccoon can ask anything else, Gambit grabs Rocket’s fuzzy hips in both hands and pulls the other man down on the bed, the silk briefs now face to face with his mouth.

“Hey! You sh-” Rocket is cut off again as Gambit buries his face into the furry’s package, huffing and slobbering over the silk. Rocket flexes his cock in response to the stimulation, a harsh breath squeking out between his lips.

“Exactly what I was after!” Gambit finds Rocket’s dick through his underwear with his mouth, the man’s much larger anatomy enabling him to pull all of Rocket's cock in his mouth, even with the layer of silk in the way.

“Fuck, I… Fu-”

For a third time Rocket is cut off. The sensation of warmth, tongue, and silk on his cock breaks him from his angry facade. The silk is new to him, and even if it isn’t as good as a warm wet ass or pussy, the novelty and roughness shocks him enough to let it continue. He makes sure to show his face to the camera, a look of need and satisfication perfectly mixed on his muzzle.

“Damn, that feels –” Rocket pauses as his balls are felt up by a rough hand through his briefs, “Real nice, Crawfish.” He has to hold back his moans as his junk is worked over from every angle. The two sit in relative silence for a few moments, the occasoinal rude slurp and suck echoes from where they’re connected.

Gambit pulls off with a smirk once satisfied, eyes locked with Rocket as the two share a moment. The burn in the raccoon’s cheek causes him to wince and turn his head again, embarrased that he let himself turn into such a slut so soon. The need to get bred was building, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Rogue said she wasn’t sure if Gambit wanted to go all the way, but the raccoon was starting to feel like HE needed it… Not that he was going to let the mutant know that.

“As much as I’d like to 69 with you,” Gambit brings one foot to the bed, his cock swinging into the camera frame, “I think I’m a bit too tall for ‘ye. How about you lose the shorts and I slurp down your raccoon milk, then let me split your jaw open with this?” He shakes the base of his cock a few times for emphasis.

“How ‘bout you lick my ass first? That’lll make me blow sooner.”

“Mmhh, I’m not sure mon beau, I’m still not sure If i wanted to go ALL the way with you tonight. I know Rogue said it was okay, ‘specially cause it was with you.” Gambit’s cock droops ever so slightly, losing just a bit of his hardness as the mutant runs the scenario through his head. “I’m just… new to this. Rogue and I never discussed opening it without each other before planning this, so I’m still deciding if I should take it slow or not…” His hands feel around Rocekts furred hips a few times as the two take a moment to think. “Not that you’re not attractive and all!” He takes one hand off the raccoon and places it at the back of his head. Gambit blushes as his second hand drifts towards the tuft of shaggy hair on Rocket’s chest, as his fingers mindelssly interlace with it. “You are… really cute an’ all.” Gambit smiles, digging his hands into Rocket’s fur deeper now.

“How ‘bout just through over the clothes then?” Rocket lies on his back and grabs the back of his knees, presenting himself to the mutant. “You seem to like doin’ that.” Gambit nods, the cute bulge in the raccoon's shorts framing the bubble ass in front of him gets him to focus on the task.

“I just… like how you smell.” The mutant dives into the cheeks presented to him, breathing deeply into the soft and hairy cushions. Gambit slides his hands under Rocket’s paws, pinning the raccoons’ legs back more and lifting the raccoon’s ass up for easier access. Rocket streches his paws to pull Gambit’s face in deeper as he’s spread further apart.

“Yeah?” Rocket is barely keeping himself from panting in need. Gambit responds by poking and prodding Rocket’s asshole with his tongue through the strained and now moist layer of silk. Rocket winces in pleasure, cock leaking out heavily through the front of his underwear. A few drops of pre leak through, falling onto his face from his bent in half position.

“God, I want you.” Gambit pulls his head back and sits up onto his knees, his heavy cock flopping between Rocket’s clothed cheeks. He’s leaking too, the puddle of pre soaks Rocket’s ass more than the few moments of tongue fucking. He whines in frustration, dry humping between the mounds of fur in need for a moment before collecting himself.

“You… you can touch me, Crawfish.” Rocket is gruff in his response, maw turning to the side in embarssment, yet again. It was the only thing he could think of to say to get that cock in him.

“Fuck, Chéri…” A moment goes by as the two stare into each other's eyes. Another glob of pre drops onto Rocket’s face, this time from Gambit’s cock, now thrust fully over and between the furry’s cheeks.

“Just the tip?”

A moment later and Rocket’s briefs are ripped clean from his rear, discarded to the side. Rocket is sure they glowed purple for a brief moment. He’s distracted from the thought as the cokchead of his bestfriend’s boyfriend is roughly rammed against his hole, barely budging.

“You’re… you’re tight.”

Rocket doesn’t have the faculties to explain he was pretty loose for his size and that he even pre greased up his hole before Remy arrived. It’s just that the mutant was THAT big. Another glob of pre drops from the hung cock, this time directly onto Rocket’s winking hole.

“Grab the base of your cock, and push down into me, I’ll get my legs.” Rocket bends himself double by gripping the back of his legs just as the tip of the monstrous pink cock was jammed against his hole. “Fuuuck…” He was being stretched now, Gambit’s head prying him open from the angle and force applied. Another deep and powerful shot of precum mixes with the gunoil prelube, giving just enough slickness to push the head in all the way.

“Oh!” A bit more of Gambit’s cock slipps in than just the head, a second powerful jet of precum shooting against Rocket’s sphincter. Gambit takes a hold of the raccoon’s legs, easing the angle of the bending so only his tip was in now. “My bad, you said just the tip.”

Rocket’s world spins, stars and streaks shooting across his vision from the stretch. He’s certain something might have ripped with that force… but it could be patched up later. Right now, such a big gape from a living and breathing cock wihtout a rubber, toy, or hand was something he was enjoying too much to stop. Gambit’s cock flexes, a third shot of precum coating his insides again.

“I… I don’t mind.”

Gambit’s cock flexes again, a foruth shot of pre. The mutant looks down, afraid he might have hurt his friend with his fat schlong. The flushed face and panting raccoon beneath him makes him needy though. He wasn’t sure if he should really fuck him or not yet. Though, seeing Rocket’s rocket cock for the first time was a turn on. The way it almost reachs the smaller man’s ponch of a stomach and the constrast between the grey and brown fur with its bright red was hot. They way it sticks out through the absolute bush of pubic fur that surronds Rocket’s junk in a second and fuzzier layer of fur, the pubes matching the discoloration around the center of Rocket’s chest.

A shakey outstretched hand from the mutant grips the tips of the length of the bush. Gambit flexes his fist in it a few times, mesmerized by its thickness and length, appreciating how much of a ‘man’ it frames Rocket as… and quite enjoying the contrast between his regular partner.

“You like that, Big Guy?” Gambit nodes in response, his cock flexing and shooting a fith shot of pre into the raccoon. His face is hotter and needier now. “How ‘bout you paint it in my jizz and play with it then?”

“Oh- okay.” Gambit stretches his hand out to grip Rocket’s cock, deciding to pump the raccoon till he busts. One of Rocket’s paws holds the mutant’s hand back, his head shaking in negative.

“Do it without your hands.” Without thinking, Gambit tries to double himself over to suck the cock in front of him but quickly relents when he realizes his cock will fall out of the soft and warm hole its tip is barely in.

“I… I don’t bend like that, Mon Beau.” The raccoon rocks his hips a few centimeters, his taught hole sliding up and down the top portion of Gambit’s cock.

“I’m sure you can think of something, Big Guy,” Gambit blinks a few times, the few synapses in his brain not dedicated to how horny was beggining to fire.

“Ye-yeah.”

The mutant starts slow. Rocking his hips back and forth, his length sliding in slowly, deeper and deeper. He doesn’t stop to question why it’s going so smoothly, Rocket’s pre-grease paying off. The raccoon’s hole is stretched more and more, able to handle the girth now that it was inside him. It takes only a minute before Gambit hits a roadblock as Rocket’s sphincter bumps against the mutant’s fat cock.

“Huh?” Gambit mumbles through a lust ridden daze. Rocket would have rolled his eyes if they weren’t nearly all the way back in his head.

‘Rogue must have some sorta deep-dish pussy if Gambit hadn’t run into this problem before with her. Something to ask about afterwards…’ Rocket thinks to himself.

“Just ‘nother hole. Go ahead. I can take it.” Rocket knew he could… though something THIS thick ramming THIS deep in him would definitly be something he felt tomorrow.

Gambit nods, sweat dripping from his body as he has to hold himself back from cumming. He had fucked Rogue plenty of times, even her gloved handjob and edging session combo had lead to him lasting longer for her. But feeling skin on skin for the first time in a while… especially somewhere so tight and … and something so warm, was making it harder for him to hold back.

He pushes through, more and more of his fat and long cock entering into Rocket’s ass. With the raccoon’s second hole split open, the rest of Remy’s cock slips in with ease. In just a few moments the two are flush with each other, Gabmit’s brown pubes poking around Rocket’s as the two sit still, both panting loudly in need and bliss. He pulls his hand through his bush, fingers sliding through and into Rocket’s shaggy fur.

With a pained, yet satisfied wince, “I see you really do like ‘em hairy, Crawfish.” Gambit moves backwards, his cock exiting Rocket’s hole with a loud ‘POP’. “H-hey!” The mutant closes his eyes, face bunched up concentration. Rocket, holds his legs up again, hole still wide and needy, “If you wanna stop that’s okay… but I’d really like you to thrust a bit… we just started really!”

“Tryin’ not to cum.” Gambit’s response is stoic and flat, his concentration focused on stopping his full balls from blowing.

“OH!” Rocket lets his legs down and pivots on his arms, bracing himself on his elbows as he rolls over onto his stomach, presenting his fur’ed bubble butt to the other man. His hole winks in need. A dull metal prosthetic runs along the raccoon’s back. Gambit knows better than to ask. “Then go ahead and slam it in all the way! Don’t hold back… please.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you. Rogue can barely handle it, and she has a titanium pussy practically!” Gambit opens his eyes as he speaks. The sight of his friend open and presenting himself almost makes him shoot again. He moves to place his cockhead on the hole, this time practically falling into the stretched out raccoon. “I’ll go slow.”

“Please…” a whimper.

“I promise I won’t hurt you.” Gambit places both of his hands on Rocket’s hips, ready to make gentle love to the hole in front of him. Even if it was just for a few pumps. “I’m gonna give it to ya’. Nice n’ slow like.”

Rocket nods, keeping up what little bravado he has left. Gambit stepsforward, slowly pushing his cock into Rocket’s tight and willing hole, a slick stretch and groan as the two become one again. It’s warm and wet, sensations he couldn’t get with Rogue. And it drives him further and further inside. A moment later, he withdraws nearly his entire cock from Rocket, leaving only the tip inside, its fat and curved head pulling on Rocket’s ass lips.

Another full and slow thrust inside. The mutant stops again, Rocket’s hole spasiming as it's stretched over and over again, the raccoon starting to sweat from the girth.

“Mo…more,” Rocket pleads.

“More?” Remy stops his thrusting, cock fully inside at this point.

“More… speed. Just fuck me, please!”

“Okay…” Gambit manages to whimper out.

The mutant pulls out fully again, concentration breaking as he’s finally allowed to go all out. With as much force as he’s willing to muster, he thruts his cock foward, impaling Rocket in one swift motion. The sound of their balls bouncing off each other is audible over their shared gasps of need. Gambit pulls his cock out almost the whole way again, and thrusts fully inside one more time, balls slapping again. And Again. And Again.

“Damn, Remy! Just like that, pound that hole!”

Over and over Gambit thrusts, sweat pouring from his skin. Loud plapping, cheeks bouncing, balls smacking over and over into each other. Rocket is a mess of grunts and demands, cock spewing load after load, unbenknowest to its owner and the man pumping into him. Both lost in the bliss of wet and warm ass. Gambit thinks the spaspming and tightning of Rocket’s hole was just the raccoon’s way of asking for more, and he was going to give it.

“Must, breed! Must, FUCK!”

“Yeah, yeah! Pound this fat ass just like that! Give it to me, Crawfish!”

Gambit didn’t know how he hadn’t cum yet. His cock pile-driving over and over into the continuously wrecked ass in front of him. Maybe he had and hadn’t noticed. It didn’t really matter now. Only feeling that warmth and hole on his cock mattered. Only thrusting and claiming his territory mattered. It was unlike anything he had experienced before. He loved fucking Rogue, loved making her feel good, and sharing this special and unique expierence with her. But the person he was fucking didn’t matter now. Rocket liking it or cumming his brains out didn’t matter to Gambit. Only the need to dump a load and dump it deep.

“Ahh, ahh!” Rocket realized what was happening after it was too late. His cock had been bouncing so wildly from the larger man claiming him, cum spewing everywhere, knocking his sense of smell out and raising his tolerance of random fluids everywhere. But he knew what was happening. Once he noticed how much warmer it was. “I-I can’t stop it!” Piss was spraying from his red cock, soaking the sheets and his stomach, chest, and face as his dick was bounced up and down, over and over again. “I’m sorryyyyyyyy!” It was all he could think of to cry out as the rough and large pounding put immense pressure on his bladder. Or maybe it was hole giving in, his body relaxing beyond his control. He couldn’t tell anymore. His ass felt too good, and his fur getting soaked more and more in hot, musky piss made him feel even better.

Gambit didn’t notice. His balls begging to pull up was the only thing that mattered. He was about to blow, and he was going to blow it deep in his breeding bitch. His hands go to Rocket’s wrist, pushing down and laying the raccoon flat on the bed, soaking more of the smaller man’s piss into his own fur. That wasn’t Gambit’s intent though. He was making sure the receptacle for his jizz wasn’t going anywhere. Laid flat, hole practically broken, and balls drained many times over, Rocket was the perfect hole to dump into. One more full and complete thrust was all it took

“TAKE IT!!!”

Gambit’s voice was loud and powerful, practically shaking the room. His cock, burried deep past Rocket’s wrecked sphincter, shot load after load of spunk into the raccoon. It felt warm and boiling, the weight and intensity of the situation causing Rocket to shoot one last pathetic load out onto the ruined sheets below him.

The strain of a hard and deep fucking was catching up to Remy, his arms going weak as he felt like he pumped his entire soul into his willing companion. His hairy balls were practically half their size, fully emptied and satiated. Before finishing, Gambit pulls his meaty cock out, gripping it one hand tightly as it continues to pulse, rope after rope of cum painting Rocket in a third layer of boidly fluids. The powerful streaks paint the raccoon in heavy and hot loads as the mutant’s powerful orgasm comes to a close.

Gambit rolls Rocket to his side and runs a hand through the smaller man’s stomach, grabbing a scoop of the raccoon’s cum. He brings his hands to Rocket’s thick pubes and squishes into it, soaking the strands of off colored fur thourhgly with thick strands of mixed cum… and a few leftover puddles of piss. The mutant works his fingers through the pubes over and over. Rocket almost gets hard again but a powerful shake in his gut sends equal parts pleasure and pain to his brain causing him to flop his head over in a satisfied defeat.

Remy crawls over Rocket, and bends his head towards the smaller man's pubes, and breathes deeply. He puts his face into the cum filled bush and inhales deeply through his nose. It’s so good to him, so raw and manly. Soft mewls and groans wash over his ears, the acrid taste of piss passes over his tongue, as the mutant's nose is buried deep in cum and sweat and fur. It’s everything his body wanted and craved. Being able to indulge it for the benefit of his girl made the moment all the more special too. Finally satisfied, he stands up, wiping the thickest strands of cum from his face… but making sure to leave some under his nose.

Gambit lies down next to his conquest and holds him in a tight cuddle. Rocket is about to complain about the indignity of being manhandled, but a painful shudder as his guts shake and a large glob of cum spills from his ass, spoiling the sheets even more and splatting a bit onto Gambit’s abdomen as the raccoon is held close. “Guess that’ll have to wait for later…” Rocket is able to mutter out before drifting off to a satisfied sleep.