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“Wow, you can really tell this place was built in the eighties,” Quill smirked, holding Gabe’s hand as they stepped through the double glass doors into the Catwood Mall. While much of the most obvious signs had been stripped away, streaks of neon light on the walls still guided shoppers inside, the only bursts of color against the dated, black-and-white checkered tile that patterned the floor.

“At least it’s still running,” Gabe commented, the larger cat moving with his trademark nonchalance, loosely gripping his boyfriend’s paw as he cast his gaze around. Catwood was one of the few malls that had managed to survive the decades, a healthy amount of foot traffic around them. Furs and families of all shapes and sizes wandered through, from clueless dads looking listlessly through the store fronts for an anniversary present to packs of bored college students loitering before the next showing at the movie theater.

Quill and Gabe fit right in with the many other mall couples. Perhaps as was suitable for the location and its history, the slimmer, curvier green cat was dressed in a colorful outfit of his own: a dark vest and loose sweater jacket hung on his torso, the sweater trimmed in bright pink and the collar of the vest clasped with a pink butterfly bowtie at his neck. Shimmering, rainbow booty shorts matched his boots, and if there was any doubt about his style or orientation, fishnet stockings, a thin, sunset-gradient belt, and a white cat-paw bracelet secured to his tail completed the look. Quill easily fit in with the other more feminine figures the many clothing retailers were aimed at, while Gabe looked the part of the many harrowed boyfriends carrying shopping bags, the muscular brown cat dressed in a loose, navy hoodie, a black t-shirt bearing the logo of his favorite rock band, and a pair of baggy jeans and sneakers.

The two weren’t quite out on a date; there were no official plans for their day out, but Quill was never one to turn down an afternoon of shopping. He pressed his side into Gabe, his tail curling against the other cat’s slimmer one as he turned to look up at his boyfriend. “Oh gosh, where should we start? There’s so much to do!”

As chill as could be, Gabe just gave a shrug. “Wherever you want, babe.”

He couldn’t help but smirk as Quill’s eyes lit up with the free pass to dictate the afternoon’s schedule. “Oh, that doesn’t narrow it down at all! Should we start with shoes? Or maybe a new top? Or maybe jewelry or accessories?” Quill fluffed up, twisting with excitement as they strode past the food court. Then his ears fell as he fretted, “Oh, but I don’t have a lot of money, and mall clothes are so expensive…”

“I don’t get paid until Tuesday, so we’re going to have to cool it on the shopping spree,” Gabe said practically. “I can get you a couple things if you want, babe, so choose carefully.”

“Hmm,” Quill rubbed his chin, his tail flicking behind him with thought. “Where can we go to have fun that won’t break the bank…?” When he spotted it, his eyes lit up. “Ooh, there!”

He pointed, and Gabe followed his finger. “An arcade?” he raised a brow. If the mall showed signs of its eighties heritage, then the arcade was practically a fossilized relic; black carpet with neon color that glowed under dim blacklights, the sign had a rocket ship made out of neon rods, and all sorts of old games beckoned the two inside. Mainstays like skeeball and prize cranes were set next to pinball, dance games, and old fighters. Gabe eyed the prize counter in the backet and added with a smirk, “What, you want me to win you one of those giant plushes or something? I think we’d have a better shot if we went to the fair or something, with one of those hammer-bell games.” Gabe took the chance to roll up the sleeve of his hoodie and flex his arm proudly, showing off the bulge of muscle in his bicep.

Quill just rolled his eyes and said, “Come on, you can kill a couple hours in there for just a few bucks! It’ll be fun!” Before Gabe even had the chance to protest, Quill grabbed him by the hand and tugged him inside. The space was generous and sparsely populated, the only other customers not milling around being a group of college guys shooting skeeball toward the back with a couple of food court sodas, joking around, only half-playing the game. The lone employee was a chubby husky browsing his phone behind the prize counter, hardly paying attention as the guys jostled each other and laughed.

Gabe looked around, stretching his arms and lacing his fingers behind his head through his fluffy blonde hair as he said, “So, where do you want to start? Might be fun to see you try to dance,” he said, nodding toward the light-up pad of a dance game.

But Quill was already pointing at his target. “That one!” he said, yanking Gabe along.

“Wha- Hellgunners 3?” Gabe read the blood red title at the top of the game’s cabinet. The space in front of the cabinet was spacious, and a series of heavy plastic military-looking rifles holstered at its side. The attract mode footage showed crosshairs frantically zipping around the screen, gunning down hordes of rotting zombies, hunky red demons, and jump-scare ghosts in an apocalyptic downtown against a red sky.

“Oh, I love these games!” Quill pranced toward the gun on the side of the cabinet and drew it with some effort. “Man, these are heavier than they look!” he said, pointing it at the screen with narrowed lids, testing its sensitivity.

Gabe couldn’t help but smirk. “Alright, alright… Let me get some change and then you’re on,” he said.

Quill just smirked back. “Just try not to be a sore loser when you get destroyed by fire demons and I’m still alive.” He punctuated his remark by reaching up to boop Gabe’s nose teasingly.

Gabe didn’t rise to the taunt, striding off and returning with a plastic cup of quarters a minute later. “We’ll see who’s the sore loser.” He punctuated his own remark by slamming a quarter into the machine as the game’s speakers roared to life with crackling noise.

Quill followed suit with a waggle of his hips as he took aim at the screen. The game roared to life with all the bombast its deafening speakers and poor audio quality could muster; low res models of zombies and demons began to appear on screen, and each shot of their plastic guns created bright flashes and spatters of pixelated blood and gore. The first level was some kind of gray military base overrun by the forces of hell, and Quill and Gabe had to try and save the soldiers and civilians attempting to escape.

Their scores quickly started to climb as they mowed down wave after wave of enemies. Gabe could see Quill peeking at his score, while he did the same, the competitive tension between them rising fast. Gabe was surprised to see how well Quill was doing – this didn’t really seem like the kind of game he’d be good at. Likewise, Quill couldn’t help but furrow his brow at how close their scores were; he expected a blowout against his laid-back, clueless boyfriend.

In the end, Quill was the one to start fighting dirty.

As they moved on to the next level, the downtown area shown in the attract mode footage, Quill subtly shifted closer and closer to Gabe, peeking out the corner of his eyes to make sure Gabe wasn’t onto him. When a giant two-headed demon appeared on screen as a miniboss, he could see Gabe’s locked-on focus, and he knew he had his chance.

“Hey! What the-!?”

Ducking in front of him, Quill managed to slide his pert, bubbly butt up against Gabe’s crotch, and before the brown cat knew what hit him, his boyfriend was grinding his ass against his bulge while he continued to play, blasting the demon with pixelated grenades. Quill just smirked as he swiveled his cheeks in a circle, feeling the weight of Gabe’s cock straining beneath the layers of fabric that separated their bodies. “Eyes up – keep your eyes on the game, Gabe!” Quill teased.

Gabe grit his teeth, but it was a lot harder to focus on the game than he liked. His hands twitched when Quill’s soft butt managed to sandwich his cock between their cheeks, seizing it even with their shorts and pants acting as a barrier to the contact, pressing into it hard with the green cat’s soft, tempting booty. He could already see his aim suffering one-handed; when Quill backed himself particularly hard into his crotch, and he could practically feel Quill’s asshole against his meat as his heartbeat pumped blood into his stiffening member, his hands jerked and his shots went wide. Quill seized the moment to finish off the miniboss in a hail of blood and gunfire, earning a huge score bonus for the final shot.

“Oh, so you want to play dirty, huh?” Gabe said. “Well, two can play at that game!”

He punctuated his remark with a firm slap on Quill’s ass as the screen shifted to the next section of the level. Quill’s teasing had activated his cock in a heartbeat, and with Gabe’s size, a tent quickly started to form in his pants. However, this only gave Gabe a weapon to use against his horny boyfriend. Quill wiggled his rump against him, but now Gabe could grind back, thrusting into him as they kept shooting, his hips even smacking against Quill’s while they played with the clap of their bottoms’ fabric meeting each other.

“Oh! Hey, that’s cheating…!” Quill yelped out, his voice a half-moan as his face flushed while he tried to focus on the game.

“Nnng… You started it!” Gabe growled back, slipping a hand down to grope and squeeze Quill’s soft butt in his hand, feeling the rainbow-clad cheek fill his palm while his burgeoning boner started to prod and thrust against Quill’s tailhole hidden beneath his shorts. Already, precum was starting to dampen the tip of the tent in Gabe’s pants, and Quill’s shorts were riding up, showing more of his soft thighs.

And suddenly, the two found themselves in a contest of dry humping as much as they were in a contest of pixelated zombie mayhem. The group of college guys had moved onto the crane game, jostling each other excitedly and threatening to jostle the machine with their roughhousing. The lone employee behind the counter, thankfully, was more worried about them than the two cats, and the Hellgunners 3 cabinet was big enough to mostly block his view of the softcore action playing out before him. But that only encouraged the two to continue upping the ante.

As the next level began, an underground science lab filled with tentacled experiments and portals to the underworld, Quill and Gabe were barely focused on the enemies on screen. Quill gripped his rifle with one hand, pointed halfheartedly at his targets while he focused on twerking his butt against Gabe’s crotch to the rhythm of the roaring rock music blaring from the speakers. “Mmm! C’mon Gabe, what’s the matter? Your aim is slipping!” he teased through his own grunt of pleasure as his own boner started to build in the crotch of his shorts.

Gabe bit his lip as he kept his hips pumping, only one hand holding his plastic weapon up while his other hand gripped and squeezed Quill’s ass hard before delivering another sharp spank that set his cheeks jiggling, his leaking tent buried between the cleft of his rump. “Please, I could go all day! You’re the one who’s more focused on my dick than the game!” He punctuated his comeback with another rough spank to Quill’s other asscheek, his hand gripping his tail as he thrust hard into his bent-over boyfriend.

A roar erupted from the game, and Gabe looked up to realize he had suddenly died. His half of the screen was filled with big, red letters that said “CONTINUE?” with a timer quickly counting down.

“Hey, move! I need another quarter!” Gabe said, surging forward to reach for the cup of coins resting on the cabinet.

“Woah, watch it!” Quill said. He couldn’t move out of the way before his boyfriend lunged forward, causing him to lose his balance and topple forward. This caused Gabe to trip over his body, landing on top of him – and of course, causing Quill to die as well.

“GAME OVER!” the game announced with the low-quality voice of a beefy demon’s laughter.

“Look at what you did!” Gabe complained. “You got us both killed!”

“You’re the one who got all horny and distracted,” Quill replied. “Not my fault you can’t resist this juicy piece of ass,” he added with a smirk.

“You were the one twerking on me like I was a stripper pole!” Gabe hissed back. He was about to wipe that grin off of Quill’s face, reaching down to unleash the tent in his shorts, when he looked up and saw the arcade employee cocking his head, craning to see the two cats now that they were lying on the floor in a heap. Certainly, he could catch a bit of what they were saying, and a lot of those words were a bit suspicious.

“You’re just mad that I’m better at games than you,” Quill jabbed again.

Gabe had to summon all of his composure to swallow a reply. Instead, he just said, “Whatever. Maybe we should grab something to eat. I’m starving.”

Quill wriggled out form underneath Gabe and said, “I’m down for lunch. Ooh, maybe that little French café by the shoe store? I’d love a cute little croissant or something. I think they do paninis too?”

“Sure,” Gabe conceded as he got to his feet.

The two cats exited the arcade, but once they were back in the bright light of the mall’s main thoroughfare, it was clear to Gabe that the problem Quill had started in his pants wasn’t about to go away on its own. Every step, his tent strained at his fly, threatening to break the zipper or bust the button with a particularly hearty throb.

“Oh, do you think we could get some chocolate eclairs or something too? Doesn’t that sound so good, curled up on the couch later with a movie?” Quill continued to chatter, slipping his arm into the crook of Gabe’s elbow, clinging to his boyfriend’s side.

“Yeah, but…” Gabe had other issues on his mind. He looked down to see that Quill’s own sizeable manhood was also prominently protruding from his crotch in his little shorts. “Can we hurry there and sit down? I think we’re a bit conspicuous out here…”

“What do you mean?” Quill asked. He looked around, and noticed other shoppers take notice of him, of both of them as they passed by. More than a couple gazes dipped down to their groins, some people looking a bit shocked and embarrassed, others angry, like they might call security on the two. Quill flushed as well when he finally realized what Gabe meant. While Gabe tried to tug his shirt down to hide his boner, Quill tucked himself further into Gabe’s body as he said, “Yeah, that’s a good idea…”

Hurrying through the mall as quickly and inconspicuously as they could, the two managed to duck into quaint French café that Quill mentioned. Faux flower boxes filled with fake plants were attached to latticed windows without any glass, and the inside had little black and white diamond tiles, metal chairs and tables constructed of looping rods for a distinctly Parisian feel. A glass case at the counter was filled with pastries, while a coffee machine hissed as it steamed milk in the back.

There were only a couple people in line ahead of them, but in their predicament, that was bad enough. “Stand in front of me; your dick is smaller,” Gabe grunted into Quill’s ear, grabbing him by the shoulder and pulling him in front, jamming himself behind his boyfriend, which also meant jabbing his tent back between his boyfriend’s shorts.

“Hey!” Quill whispered back. “Why do I have to be the one who traumatizes the girl at the counter?” He tried to slide away from his spot and slip behind Gabe, but Gabe’s grip on his shoulders was iron-tight. Only one other diner, a middle-aged hen, gave them a suspicious eyebrow before turning back to her phone and coffee.

“Next?” called the young, pretty doe behind the glass. Gabe and Quill both flushed as they stepped forward to try to order. Luckily, the doe didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss, and the two sat down at their table to wait for their orders.

Gabe still gritted his teeth, scanning the little café to see if anyone else had noticed. “Damn, the fucking boner won’t go away… Look at what you did,” he growled under his breath.

“You’re one to talk,” Quill said. “If you aimed your dick a little lower, I would have had a prostate orgasm right there in line!”

“Can you keep your voice down? God!” Gabe exhaled.

Quill frowned, feeling a little annoyed at how much blame he was getting for all of this. After all, Gabe was the one who couldn’t control his dick. But even as his own cock throbbed in his rainbow shorts, Quill’s face pulled into a mischievous grin as his brain hatched an idea. “Maybe I should give you a hand… or a foot?”

Gabe shot a venomous glare at his boyfriend. “Absolutely n-!” he started, cut off as he felt Quill’s foot stretching out beneath the table, his toes curling dexterously around the towering tent he pitched in his pants. Gabe didn’t know how Quill managed to slide his footpaw out of his boots so quickly, but suddenly he felt his shaft, still restrained by his bottoms, gripped between Quill’s two biggest toes as they started to squeeze him and stroke lightly.

Quill’s grin only grew downright fiendish when he saw his boyfriend stiffen and splutter, trying to contain himself without drawing too much attention. He tried to wiggle out from Quill’s grip, but the green cat had him right by the base of his cock, massaging him with surprising skill despite the layers of fabric between them. Gabe tried to gently push Quill’s foot away, but the harder he pushed, the more the table rocked against his biceps. “Careful,” Quill teased. “Wouldn’t want to cause a scene, would we?”

Gabe just clenched his jaw, trying not to draw too much attention to the two of them. “If you’re gonna do this, at least get over here and do it properly,” he replied through his grit teeth.

Quill’s ears perked up. “Wait, really?” he asked in a hushed tone. “Won’t we like… make a mess?”

Gabe simply started grabbing handfuls of napkins from the nearby dispensers before giving Quill an expectant look with a raised eyebrow.

“Okay! I’m coming!” Quill said, scooting his chair so he was sitting next to Gabe, the two of them looking out over the café, keeping a weather eye for any suspicious gazes in their direction. “Ooh, this is so naughty of you, Gabe,” Quill purred.

“Just try to act normal,” Gabe muttered. Trying to hold their phones with one hand to seem inconspicuous, the two reached across each other’s laps. Quill’s hand quickly shoved itself into Gabe’s jeans, wrapping around the base of his massive cock while Gabe’s own grip found its way down Quill’s waistband and started to stroke his own eager member.

Quill suppressed his moan as Gabe’s touch slid around his shaft, starting to twist as he calmly stroked off the green cat. Meanwhile, Gabe’s own body shuddered as Quill’s soft hand pumped and worked his huge dick, earning an even bigger glob of precum than in the arcade. The brown cat could feel his balls clench as his pleasure built, and it was all he could do to bite back a moan.

“God, Gabe, I’m getting really horny,” Quill whined, squirming as Gabe’s fist twisted around his length, his ears laying down as his hips pumped involuntarily.

“Yeah,” Gabe agreed, his whole body tensing up as he could feel his cock throbbing more and more. It looked like they somehow hadn’t been noticed, the hen in the corner not looking up from her phone, and the patrons in line mostly focusing on the menu and pastries under the glass. Gabe carefully slid the front of his pants down, letting his huge, thick, throbbing horsecock out into the air, his flare throbbing visibly as Quill started to jerk him off even harder now that he had more room. “Just keep those napkins ready. I think I’m getting close…”

“Nnng, me too…” Quill huffed back as Gabe fished his own cock out from his shorts. Quill’s was definitely big, but compared to Gabe’s monstrous equine shaft it looked almost normal. Gabe’s fist squeezed and pumped Quill in just the right way, while the precum oozing from Gabe’s flare slid down his shaft, lubricating the way for Quill’s grip to stroke him, the slick noise barely rising to their ears from beneath the table.

“Here you are, boys!” the doe said.

The two jumped, startled as the tray clattered on the table in front of them.

“Jeez, where did you come from?” Quill blurted out, snapping his hand back from Gabe’s crotch while his face turned beet red.

“Uh… thanks,” Gabe tried to say, making fleeting eye contact with the doe in the apron. Neither wanted to remove his hand from under the table and expose themselves more, leaving their sandwiches and the pastry bag untouched. The doe lingered for a moment, suspicious, and Quill could see the other patrons tilting their heads, squinting, wondering.

“Hey, is that Buck Cummings?” Quill pointed at a TV screen hanging from the ceiling, past the doe’s shoulder. The doe turned her head at the name-drop of the famous actor and sex symbol, and it was the split-second opening the cats needed.

Quill grabbed Gabe’s arm in one hand and their lunch in the other and dashed out, hoping that their sheer speed would prevent their undone flies and flopping cocks from being noticed.

“What are you doing? My dick’s still out!” Gabe protested, trying to stuff himself back into his pants, managing to get his erection beneath his underwear and down his leg, but it was hard to get his pants buttoned.

“Don’t shout! You’re going to make everyone look at us!” Quill complained, trying to make himself decent as he struggled with his own hard-on and his tight shorts. “Hide me!” he hissed, trying to duck behind Gabe’s larger frame again.

“Why don’t you hide me? I’ve got the bigger dick!” Gabe retorted.

The two jostled for position, stumbling awkwardly through the mall, trying to cover themselves with their sandwich bags and each other’s bodies. They tried to dash to the bathroom down the way, hoping that their speed would prevent their reason for rushing from being noticed. Gabe looked behind himself toward the shop, wondering if anyone had noticed the critical detail as he stuffed himself back into his shorts.

But Quill was still looking ahead.

“Gabe! Look out!”

CRASH!

Heads turned toward the huge sound near the boba tea booth in the center of the intersections, but no one was there, so no one paid it any mind.

From the floor of the booth, Quill and Gabe lay in a heap. In their rush and clumsy movement, they managed to topple right over the waist-high gate into the booth. It looked like whoever was supposed to be working it was out on lunch, leaving it empty. From the floor, they were surrounded by buckets of boba, bottles of syrup, and pitchers of freshly-brewed tea.

“Owie…” Quill complained. He looked down at Gabe underneath him and said, “Nice going, you big klutz!”

“Relax, at least no one saw us,” Gabe said. Both of them had failed to fully make themselves decent, their cocks still straining at their underwear, their bottoms undone. Gabe thought for a moment and then said, “Can anyone see you?”

Quill looked around a bit. “Uh… not really?”

“Good.”

Without hesitation, Gabe gripped the waist of Quill’s rainbow shorts and yanked them down his soft green thighs, freeing his throbbing pink cock and his plump backside all at once.

“Hey! What are you-?”

Quill couldn’t even get to his fifth word before Gabe yanked out his mighty, rock-solid horsecock and pressed it to Quill’s butthole. Maneuvering the smaller male on top of him, his precum lubricating the tight ring, all it took was one hard thrust to sink the upper half of his huge cock into Quill’s waiting rump.

“Ohhhh…! Ohh, Gabe~!” Quill moaned as suddenly he found himself riding cowgirl while his boyfriend pounded into him from below with hurried abandon.

“We’re taking care of this right now,” Gabe grunted, gripping Quill’s waist as he thrust up from below. His pace was breakneck, his nuts swinging to impact against Quill’s jiggling rump along with his hips, holding nothing back as he tried to bring himself to climax as quickly as possible. Each pounding shove upward sheathed nearly his entire length into Quill’s backside, and the green cat bounced with the hard fucking, sitting up to try and keep his balance.

“Ohh, fuck! Ohh, give it to me, Gabe! Fuck me harder!” Quill begged for it, bracing his paws on the half-walls of the boba stand, the sounds of mall chatter and foot traffic around them, masking their fervent sex, an ever-present reminder that they were fucking within a few feet of oblivious mall shoppers.

Until Quill heard a voice above him. “Umm, excuse me? Do you work here?”

Quill’s head shot up, trying to keep himself still while Gabe pounded into him from below. A squirrel girl in a tanktop and capris with long bangs was looking at him with a mildly confused expression, wondering why the boba stand guy was hunkered down all weird. As Gabe’s massive dick slammed into his prostate, it took all his composure to swallow his shuddering moans and reply, “…Yeah! W-what can I get for you?”

It was the only answer he could give; if he said he didn’t, he’d be in big trouble, and he and Gabe would definitely get caught. He shot a glance down at Gabe still fucking him hard and fast, but Gabe had his eyes shut, gritting his teeth as he pounded away, either oblivious to or not caring about the “customer” Quill had just volunteered to serve.

The squirrel just tilted her head at the menu above Quill’s head as he spread his arms out on the counter, trying to keep his composure and balance as he was relentlessly fucked in the ass. “Yeah, uh… I’d like a large thai tea with honey boba, and…” she spoke in such a lackadaisical way, her tail swishing slowly as she fingered her lip, and Quill thought he was gonna pass out before she could even finish her order, his asshole clenching hard around Gabe’s pounding horsecock, his prostate feeling like it might explode. “Ooh! A shot of caramel, and – hey, do you have any non-dairy creamer?” she asked, turning back to Quill.

“Oh! Of course! C-coming right up…” Quill groaned, spreading his legs wide as he wobbled, trying to stand, straddling Gabe beneath him as his boyfriend fucked his brains out. His hands clumsily searched the station for what he needed, “Uh, large cup… tea… flavor powder… Oh god…!”

Quill was starting to see stars, Gabe nailing his prostate hard with every thrust, his fingers squeezing into his ass. The squirrel squinted at him now, flipping her bangs with a hand as she said, “Hey, dude? Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah! Just…” Quill couldn’t even think of an excuse, his hands trembling with the cup and the ice scoop as he tried to finish mixing the drink. His knees wobbled, and he felt his balls clenching, drawing up as Gabe spread his ass wide with his hands. The squirrel looked none the wiser, even if Gabe was behaving weird.

“How much is it?” she asked, retrieving her card from her wallet, waiting for Quill to charge her.

“Oh! Uh… that’ll be six-ninety-nine!” Quill tried to chirp, hoping that was somewhere near the right price. He bit his lip, fighting back moans as he punched in the price to the card reader while Gabe’s flare stabbed deep into his guts, stretching his asshole wide.

The squirrel tapped her card, and Quill let the lid seal on the cup. “H-here you go!” he said, offering her the finished drink. Again with another suspicious but aloof look, the squirrel took the drink off of Quill’s hands. “Th-thanks for – for – c-cumming…!” he gasped before his eyes rolled back as his cock started to twitch between his thighs. His upper body collapsed onto the countertop as a mind-blowing prostate orgasm wracked his entire form, his balls clenching as ropes of thick cum spewed out, panting some of the boba buckets beneath the counter in front of him, his mouth hanging open in sheer bliss as Gabe continued to pound his hips to dust.

“Whatever…” the squirrel said, her drink in hand and not caring about anything else. She turned to leave, sipping her drink while Quill was gripped in the throes of climax.

Gabe reached up to jerk his boyfriend off, helping him finish while his hips continued to thrust upward, cum splattering the station around them, but remaining just out of view of the public. But as Quill’s orgasm played out, his body went more and more limp, and Gabe was starting to lose the angle and leverage he had on Quill’s ass. “C’mon, keep it up for me!” he growled.

“Oh, god, my legs… my ass…” Quill groaned, barely able to keep standing. Gabe was so close! The bigger brown cat could feel his horse nuts clenching and throbbing, his flare pulsing deep inside Quill’s guts. He just needed a little more!

“Nnng! Bend over!” Gabe growled, seizing even more control as he reached up to manhandle Quill’s ragdoll body. Surging upward, he flipped positions with Quill, standing upright as he bent Quill under the countertop, over a few jizz-splattered boba buckets where no one would see Gabe grab him by the base of the tail and shove his cock into him doggystyle.

“Fuck! Gabe!” Quill gasped, his body still charged with post-orgasm, but Gabe didn’t care. Standing tall, he could pound his hips into his boyfriend’s cute little ass, fuck him as hard as he could, feel that butthole clench around his medial ring as his nuts slapped against Quill’s smaller pair.

“Yeah…! Oh, that’s it, baby!” Gabe groaned. He gave Quill’s rump a firm spank, driving into him with pounding thrusts, now able to use Quill’s soft, tight body completely for his pleasure and taking advantage of every inch of it. He could already feel his muscles tingle and his veins heat up, sweat dripping down his neck as sweet release started to approach.

“Excuse me?” a rather clueless, chubby, middle-aged rabbit man in a polo, shorts, and sandals said, holding an ice cream. He barely seemed to notice Gabe’s vigorous movements as he glanced behind his glasses at the menu. “I’ve never been to one of these places… Is it any good?” he asked. Gabe had no idea how to respond, but he didn’t dare stop his momentum and kill his chances of getting the release he’d already risked so much for. The man just blinked and added, “What would you recommend?”

“Uhh…” Gabe’s mind blanked, exhaling as he felt Quill’s butthole clench around the root of his horsecock at just the right spot. “Nnng – get the winter melon milk tea,” he grunted out between grit teeth, grinding himself balls-deep against Quill’s rump below the counter.

“Yeah?” the rabbit man replied rather blankly. “That probably has a ton of sugar in it, huh… I guess she’d like that, though… Okay,” he decided finally.

Gabe suddenly panicked, realizing he had no idea what he was doing; he didn’t even like boba tea! But Quill’s hands reached up from under the counter – in view of the customer even – and handed him a cup and the ice scoop. “Oh, thanks,” he said. Doing his best to coordinate with Quill below him while fucking his boyfriend into a fine paste, he poured the tea into the ice and added the flavor shot and milk before the scoop of boba. Quill’s hands shook as he handed his boyfriend each ingredient, but Gabe grunted and struggled to keep his composure, sweat staining his chest as he picked up the pace, the fleshy slapping getting louder and rougher as he felt his balls start to draw up as well.

“How much do I owe ya?” the man said.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum…!” Gabe blurted out. The drink hit the counter, and Gabe couldn’t stop his hands from gripping Quill’s ass, fucking him as hard and fast as he could, driving every inch of his meaty horsecock into his boyfriend’s body, jostling him with every thrust as the hot, tight flesh gripped his manhood, coaxed his pleasure out of him, ever closer to the finish line.

“Five-twenty-one?” the rabbit said back with a smirk. “No wonder you’re sweatin’ like that; you probably sold your pants to keep this place open with prices like that!”

Quill’s hand managed to punch in the numbers on the card reader while Gabe drove closer and closer to climax, groaning, sweating, and thrusting harder and harder. All Gabe had to do was hand him the finished product.

No sooner did the drink exchange hands did Gabe go over the edge. “Oh god, yes!” He gripped Quill’s hips beneath him, rammed every last inch of his throbbing horsecock balls-deep into his boyfriend’s bottom with a wet squelch, and threw his head back as he let out a raucous, orgasmic moan. Cum erupted into Quill’s body, stuffing him full with steaming hot jizz, the copious load built up over the course of Quill’s morning of teasing. Gabe’s vision went white with pure bliss, finally releasing his pent-up lust with each pulse of pleasure throughout Gabe’s body and each blissful clench of his nuts dumping their contents into Quill’s ass.

The rabbit just laughed. “Heh. I’ll have what he’s having!” he said to himself, chuckling as he gave Gabe a wave goodbye before turning to leave.

Gabe collapsed on top of Quill. Both were panting, sweaty, but satisfied.

“God, I feel ten pounds lighter,” Gabe moaned.

“Then I feel ten pounds heavier,” Quill groaned in reply. “You are so lucky we didn’t get caught, you big, horny jerk.”

Gabe just grinned. “Get caught? Please, I’m too smooth for that.”

When they looked up, a chubby raccoon wearing a t-shirt with the boba stand logo and a nametag that read “Brian” was staring down at them.

“Uh… you guys can’t be here…” he said, confused and yet all too calm.

Gabe exchanged glances with his boyfriend. “Run?”

“Run,” Quill nodded. Before Brian could stop them, the two were hopping the wall of the stand and dashing off. “Sorry about the mess!” Quill called behind him before the raccoon could even ask him what he meant.

He’d find out moments later.