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What counted as 'too awkward'?

Was it standing rooted in the same spot like some black-furred sequoia for the past few hours? Was it trying and failing to not text an entire Bible to the friend who was supposed to meet him there? Or was it mumbling some incoherent word salad every time a concerned bystander realized he had all the social grace of an atom bomb?

Rudy slammed another granola bar into his maw. Probably before realizing that a seven-foot bear blasting the stairs in snack crumbs only put his awkwardness dead-to-rights even more. But at least it made others less keen to make him talk. The crowd alone was already making his stomach do somersaults.

The grizzly was not a convention kind of guy. Hell, he wasn't even a crowd guy, his social battery often tapping out at one-on-one interactions on a good day. Yet, there he stood. In a convention center that was all crimson carpet, gold fixings, and a claustrophobia of attending furs that prickled his fur like static cling.

He probably wouldn't have been there at all. If it weren't for Alexei.

Rudy used the words “best friend" and “crush" interchangeably. They gave him just enough sane excitement to get him up that morning, on the bus, and into a den of nerdy hustle and bustle. MonCon was his chance to take his feelings for the honey badger out of private chat. To see if he put as many butterflies in Rudy's stomach in person as he did over call.

“I made lunch…want to eat when you get here? I'm still at the south door…"

Rudy pondered sending that text. Then bristled when a passerby's side-eye said he'd voiced it aloud. The grizzly's lisp had dogged his speech ever since he was a cub. And while his rationale said the judgement was more from how he was still just standing there, years of ridicule said otherwise. He twirled the poppy-hued bangs covering his eyes like a curtain while stuffing yet another granola in his maw. Maybe his nerves would dock his jitters into Coolsville once Alexei showed up.

Perhaps in the next hour. Or the next. Or the next. Or…

Rudy only noticed the sinking sun when his phone's low battery notice jolted him back to reality. Anxious energy made him scan the crowd. No Alexei to the left; he shoveled another bar. No Alexei to the right; he shoveled yet another bar. No Alexei to the—

“Fuck!"

Rudy chomped his finger. Examined his phone like no one was staring at the mountain of wrappers and avalanche of crumbs he'd been making. And ran a frustrated paw through the messy high bun his headfur was tied back into. All his texts were left on read since yesterday. And he tried not to make a big deal out of that…

But his feet hurt. His eyes felt heavy. And…maybe he could wait at home for Alexei's response instead.

Rudy lived fairly close to the convention center. That was good, considering his footsteps were like lugging lead weights up the bus steps. An hour in an overcrowded metal box felt like the cherry on top of a crap sundae. But at least once he was home, he could shower, collapse, and stress-test his blood sugar with a gallon of ice cream.

He hadn't been ghosted. His brain had to repeat that while squeezing down the bus aisle. Something could have come up. Anything could have happened.

At least, until he absentmindedly pulled up Flutter on his phone.

He had expected the deluge of MonCon selfies in his timeline that scraped the edge of obnoxiousness. He hadn't expected any with Alexei in them, though…

None of the pics were from the honey badger's personal account. Only ones that got tagged by the group he was with. They all grinned like Cheshire cats alongside him from various parts of the convention center as their backdrop. Rudy's eyes wandered from Alexei's handsome, too-cool-for-school smile to the timestamps without realizing he'd stopped in the aisle. And panic spiked in his chest as he whispered,

“Oh, shit…did I miss him? Was I on the wrong side??"

The bear thumbed up his messenger app like a whip. And…couldn't quite puzzle the new text he'd received not five minutes ago.

Hey, Rude Dude. Sorry, I'm a bit under the weather and can't make it to the con. Bummer, I know—but maybe I can see you next year, yeah?

The midnight ursine blinked from the text to the photos. Felt the tension in his brain from the cognitive tomfuckery the two caused. Tried to fish for a face to put to the excuse he needed to rationalize it. And felt the floor figuratively fall when his synapses shorted out.

What just happened? Had he done something wrong? Had he appeared too eager? Too shy? Was it the way he—

The bus didn't wait to lurch forward. It threw two-hundred-and-eighty pounds of yelping bear across the aisle to windmill at something—anything—to break his fall. His claws dug hard into a seat just enough to flip himself right into it. Only to gasp at the loud crunch that ripped over the chatter and rumble of the vehicle.

“O-oh damn…"

Rudy's eyes moved in slow motion. From the bus seat he'd nearly shredded. To the mouse sitting across him with his paws clasped over his maw to cover his swear. To the grocery bag smooshed and breathing its last beneath the bear's thick posterior. Embarrassment sparked like wildfire throughout Rudy's body. Especially when cracker crumbles and bottled jam spilled like granulated blood all over the seat…

“S-shit…" Rudy's mouth moved, caught the stains of red all over the mouse's shirt, and suddenly found he couldn't shut the damn thing off, “Fuck, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean…I just wasn't…" The ursine pursed his maw. Braced for the mouse to tear him a new one—for that shocked stare to become an explosion of explicatives.

Not for it to one-eighty into a smile that the bear could only describe as…sweet as sin. The mouse shook his head before holding up his other undamaged grocery bag. “Still got one good bag left, so I won't starve."

The voice was like liquid honey in Rudy's ears. And made everything about the mouse ring with an adorable déjà vu for some reason. Like the lyrics to a song just out of reach in the back of his thoughts…

“Erm…hold on…" Rudy fumbled through his sling, yanked an army of pilfered restaurant napkins, and set to work rubbing the jam out of the mouse's skirt. Clearly before remembering personal bubbles weren't meant to be popped. Then launched back out into the aisle with a start.

If the mouse was offended, he showed it poorly. He probably reached just up to Rudy's waist, all smiles with fur that resembled a wafer heavily dunked in vanilla cream. Those crimson eyes were a little too come-hither…and maybe too forgiving for a mouse still liberally polka-dotted with fruit gunk.

“S-sorry, this is, uhm.."

“Serendipitous?" The mouse squeaked as he took the napkins Rudy offered to clean himself up.

“Awkward…it's awkward…" The bear huffed barely audibly. Questioned the mouse's nonchalant shrug. Then rummaged through his sling again. If he couldn't clean up, he could at least pay for what he'd ruined with the money he'd saved for the con. Or, at least, he would have if he hadn't misplaced his wallet in what could only be bullshit on a near cosmic level…

“You're sweet. Don't worry about it." The mouse said, deeming the faint smudge as 'good enough'. “You can pay me back when we see each other in the office."

Rudy blinked. Squinted behind his bangs. Then gasped loudly. “Oh! You're from the third floor—the one always running around with the charts and whatnot."

“Yes!" The mouse beamed like a damn sun. “We pass each other on the elevator, I'm glad you noticed."

One that was a little too bright for Rudy. He grunted a piss-poor conversation ender and leaned out to find a seat amongst the convention crowd and locals. And, as if knowing he wouldn't find one, the mouse shifted his good grocery bag, scooted to the window, and patted the space next to him.

The bear probably stared longer than socially acceptable. Then defeatedly slumped into the space next to the mouse.

The bus hummed and bumped in between the sudden gaps of silence. But Rudy didn't complain. Navigating the minefield of his emotions spared little room for polite conversation. He wouldn't have volunteered that even if he wasn't ping-ponging from hurt, to disappointed, to confused. And he absentmindedly opened the lunch he'd packed to diffused the stress.

The bento was a result of too much anime and too much affection. And now, a wilted mess of vegetables, semi-crunchy cuts, and meat too dry to be palatable. It had been meant for two, but one was just fine now…

“That smells good, uhm…Rudyard, right?"

Rudy blinked at him. Then at the food. Then silently judged the mouse's questionable pallet. “Erm…Rudy is fine."

“Dakoda, from accounting—with the 'charts and whatnot'. But you can call me Koda." The mouse took a deliberate whiff that probably should have killed him. “What's on the menu?"

Rudy usually avoided conversation like the plague. Except when it came to food. And his mouth ran fast enough to leave his good sense behind. “Salsbury soy with a special au just I infused with vinegar and a few premium wines. If you caramelize the onions while cooking the burger, and maybe sweat a few sweet peppers with it, the—"

Koda's stare made Rudy trainwreck into sudden silence. He'd had enough experience to know when others had locked onto his lisp. Enough PTSD to bite his claw to keep his words from wording. And hoped the mouse would just let it all collapse back into silence.

“That's adorable."

Or be weird about it. Rudy didn't take the bait, though. Just slumped in his seat to doomscroll through his messages.

Alexei technically hadn't ghosted him. Just…kind of lied to his face. Rudy wished he could detective his way into the badger's thoughts and feelings. But he knew from experience that it probably wouldn't come with an answer that wasn't an emotional punch to the kidneys. Especially when Alexei looked like he was having a blast in each photo…

“…What makes you think I was there?" Rudy blinked and Koda pointed to the convention badge on his sling with a shit-eating grin. “Oh. Uhm. It was…" The bear paused, looked at his phone, then huffed, “Fun. I guess."

“Ouch…that lie was just painful. I wanna tell you a secret, though." Koda fished his own phone from his purse, thumbed through it, then turned it around with all the enthusiasm of a child showing off a finger painting. The app was smothered to death in tons of adorable—and very recognizable—monster creatures. “I'm into Moonsters too—go figure, yeah?"

Rudy squinted at the screen. Paused. And then felt his stupid mouth run track and field without his say-so yet again. “I don't…I mean, I wouldn't have pegged you as a fan. At work, you always seem so…"

“Uptight?"

“Professional—are you gonna' keep doing that?"

Koda giggled in a way that was more squeak than laugh. His ringed tail swayed just once as he gazed out the window, watching the streetlamps blur with the pavement, “I didn't realize a convention was happening. Always wanted to go to one though, just been too chickenshit."

Rudy nearly snorted. The con had been plastered all over the app's news to hell and back. But he didn't mention that. There was something in the way Koda talked. A refined sweetness, like biting into a rich, dark chocolate. It made him want to talk, in spite of the apocalyptic levels of anxiety it put him through…

The bus lurched again. Rudy's phone launched. And Koda caught it with the grace of a super hero….but not before damn near shoving his whole nose into his open conversation with Alexei. “Ah. That's a bummer…"

“I-it's nothing!" The bear's cheeks could direct traffic as he shoved his phone back into his pocket. Koda was a lot of forwardness. A lot of nosiness he wasn't used to. It made him wish his stop had been sooner. It…also confused him that he wasn't sure he truly hated it, either.

“The convention lasts for a weekend, right?" Koda asked. And when the bear just nodded, he clasped his paws in a gesture that was way too jubilant. “I've got nothing to do. Wanna hang at MonCon, Rudy?"

“…" Rudy tilted his head. “…" His maw opened. “…." And he finally found his voice again, “Wait…whoa, wait! But...with me? Why? Out of the blue?!"

Koda shrugged him off, “Why not? Isn't that the point of a con? To make friends, hang out, and mingle?"

Rudy couldn't answer that. Wasn't sure how to answer that.

“You don't wanna'?"

“I didn't say that! Just. Hold on…" The bear put his cheeks in his paws, ducked down, and tried to keep his heart from jailbreaking out of his chest. What the hell was even happening? How did his situation vertigo from excited, to depressing, to downright confusing so quickly? Koda did give him a minute. Exactly one.

“The way I see it…" The rodent scratched his cheek, “It's hard to talk to you when we work on different floors even if we do pass each other. This gives me the perfect excuse to ambush you."

“…You really said that with a straight face."

“Did it work?"

Rudy chewed his lower lip. Glanced back at his phone, back at the text Alexei sent. He might have lingered too long, his thoughts were running a marathon in his head. So much, that he hadn't realized he'd absentmindedly handed his phone over. Not until Koda was picking his socials of choice to add himself to with a smile that could have made a god jealous.

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Rudy was running out of ways to justify his sanity.

Only a lack of it could bring him back to the convention center, bright and early, standing like some rotund obelisk. He could have just given up the ghost. Alexie's fair-weather text and lack of clarity after made that song and dance more unappealing. The claustrophobia of con attendees wasn't exactly a shot of dopamine to his nerves, either…

Or maybe it was Koda's cocksure excitement that was the paper-thin push that got him moving. The mouse had been a non-stop barrage of energy and texts. And he wouldn't have minded that…if he actually knew Koda. Knew him beyond his in-your-face demeanor. That infectious confidence. A liquid-gold voice that made his everything feel like a wine bottle in a centrifuge…

“So that's what you look like underneath all that."

Rudy jerked up from his phone and barely missed the mouse that had ninja-ed through the crowd to stand on tiptoe below him. Koda's beautifully white sundress strategically magnified his very effeminate features, offset by obsidian cat-faced leggings that made staring more feature than bug. He grinned playfully and motioned at Rudy's face.

The bear's bangs were tied back from his eyes that morning. Mostly because he didn't want to comb them. But also because the glasses framing his rose-quartz eyes were easier to deal with over contacts.

“It's nice, you look cute." The rodent beamed up at Rudy enough to completely blind him. It was contagious thing that reduced the bear's vocabulary to an embarrassing flurry of uhm's and ah's. None of which deterred Koda from suddenly grasping the bigger bear's arm. And demonstrating a questionable amount of strength as he excitedly drew them both into the crowd.

The weekend had played out very much like that. Koda popping his convention cherry by exploding from one event to the next. Rudy flailing alongside him like a broken parachute. Everything moved so fast that Friday and Saturday bled into Sunday in a blur of laughter, chatter, and enough shopping to make Rudy's wallet want to kill him in his sleep.

“Just focus on me." Koda drew Rudy's eyes from his phone back to the how-to-draw they were fumbling through. It wasn't the first time that weekend, like the bear was just waiting for some other shoe to drop. “This is our fun, not theirs."

Koda's smile held no judgment. Just an infectious warmth that urged the bear to un-hawk his device and the crowd around them.

Their last day blitzed by fast enough to make Rudy feel like he was losing time. His face was sore from an overkill of laughter he wasn't used to. And Koda insisted the night was still young as they discussed dinner.

“You cook most of your meals, right?" Koda clung to Rudy's arm like a magnet.

“Y-Yeah," Rudy flummoxed an answer, “Do you cook, Koda?"

“I mostly eat—but if it goes in a microwave, I'm your guy." The mouse chuckled, “The lunches you bring to the office make me a bit jealous."

Rudy scratched his cheek. “It's just a hobby my mom got me into. We couldn't afford to do much, but cooking was our…" He stopped. He blinked. And felt his nerves go off like nuclear war inside him.

Picking out Alexei from the crowd was like playing a hidden object game…if the hidden object was painted neon colors. The honey badger's voice hung over the bustle like a miasma. Spurred on by the group of furs guffawing around him like cackling hyenas.

Rudy's ears dipped hard. His heartrate spiked and the room was too hot. He was probably being rude. A little stupid too. There wasn't even enough room for him to scramble from how throw-away he felt—

Koda's small paw atop his was an anchor grounding Rudy back to reality. He instantly felt terrible. But the mouse shook his head in an expression that was…too gentle. So heart-thumpingly calm that Rudy forgot he was having a panic attack.

“How about we ditch this place and you show me what a real dinner tastes like?"

It took a moment for Rudy to register the question. Another to process the implication. Then felt it all brick his thoughts into an overly-flustered response. “What, like…back to my place?"

“Or mine. It's probably closer." Koda squeezed his paw gently. “That okay with you?"

“Y-yeah? I mean, yeah—I-I can swing that—whoa!"

Koda tugged him through the crowd with the subtlety of a plane crash. “Then let's go—I can't wait to be impressed!"

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The bus ride that go around was still awkward, but in a different way. Koda had no problem sitting hip-to-hip to look over Rudy's phone with him the entire bus ride. The mouse's flat was even closer to the convention center than his own. A glass box in the middle of a very tall, very fancy apartment building that made the bear wonder if he was working in the wrong department. Everything inside the unit was compulsively clean and compulsively monochrome. And he tried not to bull-in-a-ceramics-shop the mouse's fancy vases and flower pots along the way to the living room.

“Feel free to make yourself at home." Koda flopped on a sofa too big for him after fishing for the controllers to his Pintendo Snap, “And feel free to use whatever you want in the kitchen—I'm ready to be surprised."

There was something cheeky in that grin. That made Rudy feel like he'd stepped into the very adorable belly of an even more adorable beast. One with bachelor levels of food in his fancy fridge…That was okay though—the bear had worked with less.

It didn't take long for the apartment to hum with the chirp of video games and a symphony of chopping, mixing, and sautéing. Lasagna was easy enough to make with what Rudy had. Easy enough for him to catch the mouse's occasional glance his way as well. It made the air electric. And almost made him miss the controller tossed his way once the food was in the oven.

“You like Plumber Kart? Come play a few rounds while we wait."

Rudy's phone vibrated. It had quite a few times that night. He saw Alexei's name. But Koda badgered him to the sofa before he could process. And suddenly plopped himself right into Rudy's lap like that was just the natural response.

Rudy's everything stiffened. Koda radiated warmth and fit in some bizarre perfect match against the larger bear. That round slice of cake for an ass planted flush between his legs. And made Rudy forget he needed air to live until Koda gazed back up at him.

“Ready?" He asked.

“R-ready…" Rudy whimpered.

Rudy loved video games. Regardless, his skill fell somewhere between embarrassing and giving a younger brother an unplugged controller. Coupled with a small, heavily asset-ed mouse wriggling in his lap and Rudy could barely focus on the race. So he blinked when his character's kart dubiously blew past Koda's and right across the finish line.

“Oh. Well, that's a bummer." The mouse's playful tone betrayed his sentiment. And his smile that made the bear's heart hopscotch a few beats as he leaned forward. Koda's ass shifted in his slow, purposeful reach for one of his leggings. A lift of his thigh and a wink later, he popped one off along with the other in something that was…deliberately sensual.

“W-wha?!" Rudy stammered.

“The winner deserves something, right?" Koda settled back snug into the bear, oblivious to the sexy hell he was putting Rudy through, “Just don't expect any more chump charity."

Rudy's mind turned to fuzzy noise. He wanted to focus on the game. But he wanted to focus on Koda more. His heart was doing enough gymnastics to make his fur feel like he was on permanent static cling. The bear had done his best to resist that pull. After Alexei, he didn't want to read it as something it wasn't.

“Damn, got lapped twice, huh?" Koda's smirk bled into his tone without giving Rudy time to process his unceremonious loss. When he turned around, the look in those crimson eyes could only be described as…hungry. Maybe it was the way Koda smirked. Or the way he licked his own muzzle like no one noticed. Or maybe it was how he gripped the hems of Rudy's shirt like asking nicely was just a formality. “Please."

The grizzly short-circuited. Stammered something dumb. And burned like a headlamp as he carefully pulled his tank over his head. Koda's gaze stoked a fire in his body he never realized could burn so hot. It was confusing. It was…exciting…

The mouse hid his shudder poorly when he couldn't resist resting those small paws on Rudy's plush tummy. His fingers glided through the silky cream fur that melted to inky blacks just above his chest, like examining some sort of art piece. Only to suddenly plop back around like it was Casual Tuesday yet again.

“Next race."

It wasn't much of one. Chest exposed to the open air and Koda's back, Rudy's thumbs forgot what thumbs even did. It didn't help that the mouse was just egregiously good, lapping him several times over. Even in a game, he was just as aggressive, apparently.

By the time the lasagna was ready, it sat forgotten on the counter. And Rudy sat frazzled down to his boxers, trying to puzzle out how it'd even gotten that far. Or where it was going. Or if he even still cared…

“G-got it!" The bear exclaimed when he'd finally won a race. And Koda's playful gaze back all but screamed he'd thrown it on purpose. There was something coy in the way that long tail brushed the bear's thigh just enough to force a shiver from him before whispering.

“Mind if I pick, Rudy?"

Koda didn't wait for a response. Just leaned up enough to hike the back of his sundress up on his hips; raised enough to give the bear a full view of his plush package….

And carefully drew those black panties down instead of the dress itself like Rudy thought.

He was going to have a heart attack. The way Koda's bubble ass bounced free from its fabric jail…how his tail curled up on his back to make viewing those perfectly round orbs between his legs all too easy…Rudy couldn't look away. Koda tossed his panties aside before nestling back into his bear-shaped throne.

Rudy had long-since stopped actually playing. There was no way he could when every nuzzle and grind of the rodent's rear made him bite his lip for dear life. Trying to avoid pitching a tent in his boxers was like trying to drag an anchor under water. And his thoughts careened from wondering what was happening to how good it might be to just grab those doughy pillows sitting flush between his legs…

“Someone's a little distracted…" Koda's purr suddenly yanked Rudy back to reality. He had lost again. Now, the mouse's eyes were locked onto his own. Never left as his grip tugged playfully at the edge of the bear's boxers. All with a sensual, low, playful tone hitting like a knell to Rudy's every good sense. “Do you want to? Or should I…?"

“I…uhm…I mean…eh—guhhh…!!"

“You're adorable, Rudy…"

Koda pulled Rudy's boxers down with the subtlety of a car wreck. And gasped when the bear's pillar of a member finally popped free from its boxer purgatory.

“Oh goddamn…." The mouse squeaked.

Rudy was too busy averting his burning face to be flattered or embarrassed. A cocktail of emotions raged like wildfire as his cock throbbed in the open air, drooling shameless globs of pre down his lap. There was a line…somewhere in everything that was happening. And Koda seemed too happy to flirt with it as he turned back into Rudy's lap…but not before firmly hotdogging the bear's package right between his ass cheeks.

Rudy stammered. Then moaned when that plump rear rolled back against him. Nice and slow, grinding just enough to coax more of that sticky excitement out of him. Effectively punting that line way off into the distance now. The mouse seemed to revel in that as his ears perked to Rudy's musically affectionate, yet still flabbergasted whimpers.

“I, uhm…" The ursine shook. Fought the urge to grind back. And felt pleasure tear through him with a jolt when the head of his cock casually kissed Koda's twitching pink pucker. “I didn't…think you liked me like this…"

“Really?" Koda laughed. A soft, sweet thing that made Rudy's chest flutter, “I've done everything short of giving you run lights to my thighs—how many signals would you like me to give you?"

“It's not like this kind of thing happens to me often—o-oh!" Rudy jumped when the mouse let his cockhead just teasingly part his entrance, fracturing the bear's thoughts, “O-or at all…"

“Huh. Guess I get to change that for you then." Koda's yip was an arrow to Rudy's heart when he pulled off to tease him again. The mouse's breaths picked up as he pressed and pushed back into him. Like he was trying to edge a confession out of his larger companion. And Rudy couldn't keep pretending he didn't want to…but…

“I-I'm sorry. I'm not good at this…"

Koda reached back. Carefully placed a paw on top of Rudy's. Let him take in how much smaller they were, yet still strong as the mouse guided the bear up to his hips. They were softer and warmer than Rudy thought. And his squeeze made the rodent breathe in sharply.

“You don't have to be…" Koda whispered, “Just be here with me, Rudy…"

The room had fallen silent save the soft, tender chorus of Rudy's grunts and Koda's squeaks as they moved against each other. They didn't rush. Didn't ravage. Just experienced the other. Back and forth. Call and response. Like Koda was patiently waiting for the bear's walls and nerves to erode for him.

It was only after Koda squealed in delight from a particularly hungry grope…and how sloppily glazed all that cake was now did the bear finally give in.

“Koda…" Rudy whispered. Leaned down closer. Put his maw to the rodent's ear. “…please…"

“Happily…but—" Koda nimbly slid down the bear's lap. Slow enough to show arousal had forced his own prick to a full salute. Sudden enough to make Rudy gasp when the side of his muzzle cheeked right up against his pulsing, meaty pillar. “You're much bigger than me, so I'll need some help. Just tell me if you're gonna blow beforehand."

The mouse had the devil's tongue and wink to boot. And Rudy's response souped into a groan of pleasure when Koda's soft, hot tongue chased the entire length of his shaft. Another lick dug the bear's claws into the sofa. And a third had him seeing stars.

A shameless sheen of slobber glistened down Rudy's pole with every lap the mouse gave. Between his ears perked like lightning rods…and that shit-eating grin at Rudy's cry once he clamped his maw over the head, teasing was his calling. He never broke eye contact. Even as he cupped the bear's balls to force a geyser of pre from him, he never stopped longingly gazing his way. It made something electric pass between them. And the bear's heart cartwheel right out of his chest.

Especially when Koda dramatically opened his maw. Damn near steamed the tip of his dick to death with his breath. And nearly made Rudy nut then and there when it completely clamped down on his shaft.

“Oh, fuck!" Rudy's back arched. Koda's warm furnace of a muzzle took him to half mast; pushed that heated tongue against the underside; sent volts of pleasure crashing through the bear once he sucked him off like he was trying to win a goddamn prize. It took everything in him not to buck the mouse's muzzle back. Impossible when Koda's bobbing teased more of Rudy's member down his throat. The bear could only shamelessly moan Koda's name on some broken, pleasure-drunk loop that clearly egged him on more.

“K-Koda…Koda, wa—ahhh…!!" Rudy's eyes winced in pure bliss when the rodent swallowed another inch. He was losing his mind, watching Koda pump his muzzle faster; swallow him deeper; damn near chipmunk his mouth with so much ursine meat, it was a wonder how he was even breathing. Every time he tried to hold a thought, a well-placed suck scrambled it right back to pleasure town.

The grizzly's breath spiked in heated puffs. Faster. Deeper. Failing to hide his hunger when his thighs locked around Koda's shoulders.

Koda didn't seem to care about being hotboxed in Rudy's lap. As long as they could see each other. As long as they could stay close. Rudy carefully held Koda's cheeks. Practically crooned the mouse's name with every went schluck that made it all so intense…

Maybe too intense. Before the black bear could explode like an atom bomb, he yanked his partner from his dick with a moist plop.

“R-Rudy, wha? Ah!"

No. Rudy was done kneecapping his desire as he yanked Koda back ass-first and shoved his muzzle right into the mouse's pink taint.

Koda's surprised chuckle was throttled by an ungreased wheel of a moan when the bear's tongue invaded his ass. He didn't fight it. Instead, his eyes half-lidded and he sung while Rudy lapped, and licked, and suckled his hole. There was desperation in the grizzly's hold. Like Koda would just disappeared the moment he let go. He'd never wanted someone so bad in his life before. And as he bobbed his head, pumped his muzzle, and made a meal out of the mouse's cake, he couldn't help but realize…

Those love sounds really were rewarding as fuck…

“H-haaaa, damn, Rudy…" Koda swooned while clinging to Rudy's face, “So rough…If I'd known that's what it took to get you—umph!!" He arched his back when a cry strangled his words.

Rudy's breath steam-blasted that sloppy pucker as he drew back. “I-is this too much—?" Only for Koda to yank him back in. The mouse's cock throbbed torturously in the air, threatening to take Rudy's eye out with every shot of pre. The bear couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked someone; the last time he'd melted in someone's feel…or taste…or warmth.

“Don't stop…" Koda's breathless whisper came married to a careful stroke of Rudy's cheek. A soft, affectionate gesture. Yet, like striking a match against sandpaper that suddenly ignited the bear's reckless abandon. Rudy's muzzle rammed against Koda's ass, mouth and tongue playing the mouse like a goddamn instrument. Koda was louder than Rudy, almost like he wanted the neighbors to hear who was eating him out.

And…Rudy loved that. Loved how seen it made him feel. Like he was someone worth being around; someone meant to be around. He was ravaging Koda so much, the mouse was about to break his own rule. The twitching, the shuddering, the breathless moaning while he worked his shaft like it owed him money…Koda was going to pop. The bear wasn't ready for that yet.

Rudy pulled away from the mouse with a loud, wet schluck-ing noise. Koda mumbled something incoherent. But didn't stop the bear from pulling him back into his lap. They gazed into each other for a small slice of forever.

Then kissed like breathing didn't even matter. Kissed like the world would end if they didn't. Kissed while taking a battering ram to the wall that once made them just coworkers. They didn't need to say what they felt, moaning as their tongues desperately wrestled in their maws. The moment did the heavy lifting for them.

“Make love to me…" Koda finally breathed hard against Rudy's maw. He had already yanked his sundress high up on his back; already grabbed Rudy's much bigger paws to pull them down on his ass cheeks; already helped guide his quivering entrance to sit sloppily on top of the bear's dick.

Rudy bit his lower lip. Even with them both slathered to hell and back with pre and drool, he hesitated. “K-Koda, I…I outpace your belly, are you—"

Koda took enough of the tip to kill the concern. “The run lights are practically neon signs now…" He purred.

Porn was a goddamn lie. Made everything look easy. There was certainly nothing easy about trying to stuff even half of his prick into that doughy booty. But damn, did it earn him a moan and a half from Koda that shook the apartment. And a wave of pleasure that crashed through the bear like a wrecking ball.

Koda was so tight. Even with all their prep, the bear was forced to buck and pull to get himself inside. Koda's velvetty walls spread around him like a warm, slick glove one size too small. The fight inside made him claw Rudy's legs, and clench his eyes shut in pure bliss.

Rudy nearly busted a nut again from how he melted like butter inside the rodent. A moment to adjust gave way to a hedonistic fucking that forced Koda to ride his lap. Sexual euphoria went off in a series of explosions that spurred the bear on; egged him to thrust harder; hump deeper; revel in the smaller mouse clinging for dear life before him.

“K-Koda…I—ahh, fuck…" Rudy's groans flipped to moans when Koda bucked back harder. Call and Response. Another thrust, another inch. Arousal tore through them in a passionate wildfire that could catch and burn everything around them. A river's worth of pre made it so much easier to barrel into his partner's back door. Enough to almost bottom out completely…

The smell of lasagna that had once peppered the home was now lost in a haze of sex and mess. Words caved to a chorus of squeaks, grunts, and clapping cheeks against hips. If he had any good sense left, it sundered the moment he struck gold and gatecrashed the mouse's prostate. Koda's grunts had grown shallow. And his body rocked when enough of Rudy's cock bulged his belly—

“O-oh, shit, should we stop—"

“Don't..!" Koda sucked his fangs at the concerned bear. Gazed back at him with enough love in his eyes to strike him dumb. And carefully squeezed his paw. “D-don't ever stop, my sweet, sweet bear…"

That broke him. Rudy's fingers greedily kneaded that plush ass. And he pulled the mouse onto him completely.

Koda gasped, but Rudy didn't stop. Just hungrily pounded the rodent stupid to reduce him to a twitching mess. They were drenching that inferno between them with oil, watching his dick completely disappear into that mouse like some broken jackhammer. Soon, the room was electric in a good, messy rhythm of moans, squeaks, and several near-orgasms between them both.

“W-when you look at me like that…" Rudy's voice cracked between thrusts. His emotions were spilling over, eyes locked onto Koda's like he was mesmerized. “I-it drives me crazy…makes me feel like I'm overflowing…"

“I've been crushing on you for a w-while—ahh!" Koda shook. But carefully wound his tail around one of Rudy's legs in pure affection. “I've seen you around the office so many times. D-didn't realize it'd feel like this though…"

“I-is that good?"

“Of course. You're just…a little hard to approach out of the blue."

Rudy suddenly pulled the mouse to lay snug against his belly. Looked down at him while Koda gazed up in return. Though didn't stop putting the screws to Koda's prostate as he watched him squirm and whimper in response. It was so much easier to see his cock working his belly that way. Easy to see the rodent's own throbbing member was ready to hose down the entire living room at any moment. “Is that why you pretended to play Moonsters?"

“W-whoops…guess I'm busted." Koda held onto Rudy's arms, “W-what gave me away?"

“T-there was no save data on your app—you clearly just downloaded it…" Rudy's balls slapped up against the mouse in hard, loud plops that threatened to drown his voice. He was so eager to pop; failing so hard to hold it back as pleasure threw him up a hill and right towards the edge. It was only a matter of time before he turned Koda's belly into a cum-filled waterbed…

Still, the white lie stalled Rudy's thoughts. Not due to any reservations, but for the confusion. Why did it take that for him to finally see Koda? Why, when his earlier torment could have caved to something he needed so badly—

Koda' s maw carefully met his. It was everything they'd experienced in a single moment. Give and reward. Call and response. Reciprocity and tenderness, even as the mouse whispered to his accidental voiced thought, “Does it matter? It happened when it was supposed to. Like I said before, it was—hey!"

Rudy ignored Koda's cheep of protest when he pulled the mouse off again. His fat tool pulsated in the open air with just as much objection. But the bear just pinned Koda on his back into the couch; towered over him like an obelisk; and carefully pushed Koda's legs back in something akin to a mating press.

“ 'Serendipitous'…" Rudy's cheeks burned red in his smile. “And it's easier to look at you this way…"

Koda beamed like a sun. Carefully placed his paws up on Rudy's belly. And yowled in pleasure when the bear sheathed himself back inside him completely.

Positioned like that, Rudy was free to hammer down into the mouse like a battering ram. Every thrust tuned Koda's moans like some beautiful instrument. And every quiver of his tailhole forced Rudy to cry back in concert. Faster; harder; he ravaged and wedged every inch of himself to stuff that meaty colon raw.

Koda didn't resist. Just clung to Rudy and egged him on by shouting his name to the rooftop. Deeper; rougher, it was too easy for the bear to rattle both the mouse and the couch beneath him like some hungry, sex-starved beast. Soon, Koda's shameless moans had devolved into shallow whimpers that gave the bear all the impression of squeezing his dick inside a squeak toy. One that clenched, and groped, and quivered around him so much, an almost static bliss stood Rudy's fur on end.

He was so close. Losing it like a rocket about to ignite. Watching Koda rock back and forth beneath him; hearing his rapid pants as his bulging tummy fought to accommodate his much larger lover; gazing into those eyes that look back like they saw the world in him….

With one mighty, hungry thrust, Rudy arched his back. And utterly exploded inside Koda.

Pleasure crashed through the bear like a roar of lightning. His meaty shaft gushed a geyser's worth of spunk into the rodent beneath him. And Koda could only squirm and hold a swollen belly now wobbling in some mock pregnancy. His own climax quickly followed with a foghorn of a moan.

Koda's cock exploded in a hot mess all over Rudy's belly. He couldn't stop the dopamine-filled tremors that tore through him even as the bear clung to his hips. They lingered just like that, roughly rolling back and forth against each other, coaxing as much messy love from a finish that made the room spin.

Rudy was unclear how long their orgasm lasted. Only realized it was over when the two had collapsed in an exhausted heap. The room had fallen into a haze of sex and heated breaths. And even though it felt like his heart was about to hammer right out of his chest…Rudy had never felt so at peace.

“G-goddamn…" Koda buried his face into Rudy's chest. His belly sloshed full of spunk, letting the bear's member play the stopper for a little while longer. He looked ready to pass out. And yet, he was positively glowing. So much that the bear couldn't help but press his maw to his before Koda could fire whatever quip he had locked and loaded.

It took a while to remember that dinner lay cold and abandoned on the counter. Hell, it took them even longer to pull away from each other, too lazy to even clean the mess they'd made. Soon, Rudy and Koda were snuggled claustrophobically close beneath a blanket, chomping on reheated lasagna and streaming some trash movie in the background.

“So I have a question." Koda's nose crinkled cutely as he nearly hogged the pasta he'd speared with his fork. “If I ask you out, will I get to eat like this more?"

The implication fired a nervous chuckle out of Rudy. And he could only poke at his own plate and hope his cheeks wouldn't blind anyone while he fished for an answer. “That's a little shameless…but I do owe you for the groceries."

“I didn't hear a 'no', though." Koda grinned, “I'm gonna' abuse the hell out of my new boyfriend privileges." He pressed himself against Rudy's belly; looked up at him with eyes that begged the bear to carefully cup his cheeks and go in for as many kisses as he could.

The weekend had started out as a gut-wrenching disaster. But now, it had blossomed into something else. Something warm with someone he never knew he'd needed. When Rudy's phone vibrated with another message in a long string of them from Alexei, he simply put it face-down away from him. And snuggled into the mouse that so easily made his cares melt away.

Melt away into something that truly was serendipitous.

The end.