Floored
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Each step up the staircase felt like climbing a mountain. Blott had a long day at work and spent so much time running back and forth to get in touch with the right people. In the end he'd stayed late a couple hours just to make sure everything was taken care of. It was past when he normally ate and he was grumpy from hunger and exhaustion.
The squirrel's long, tufted ears and orange and white tail were normally perky and alert but now were hanging low and limp. His blue eyes were half-lidded and his jaw was set in a grumpy scowl that was far from typical on his face.
This wasn't the first long day he'd had at work, and it wouldn't be the last, but that never made it easier. It was just one of those days where everything seemed to pile up at once. He'd woken up late and missed breakfast just to get to work on time, it'd rained all day so he didn't leave work for lunch, then cleaning up the mess of others had him staying late.
The apartment complex still had yet to fix the elevator, so he here he was walking up six stories to get home to an empty apartment because Calem, his boyfriend, was going out of town for his own work. He dropped his keys while trying to get through the door and cursed as he had to fumble with them to get it in the lock.
As soon as he made it through the door he dropped his bag and coat on the floor, kicking off his shoes as the door slammed shut behind him. He hadn't eaten all day and his stomach growled for attention, but cooking was the last thing he wanted to do after the day he'd had. It was time to just flop onto the couch and figure out who to order food from. Which would mean he'd have to walk back down and up those stairs again cause no delivery guy would do it.
Blott turned into the living room and flicked on a light, ready to fall forward onto the big, comfy couch that dominated most of the space, but was stopped dead in his tracks. Calem, his otter/wild dog boyfriend, was laying on the couch on his shoulders and knees, butt raised up in the air. His fluffy, rudder-like tail was flicked over the back of the couch to expose his pink ring and a set of plump, white balls hang between his legs invitingly.
Calem had the slim, toned body of an otter, but the canine features were apparent in his wild dog markings and larger, but still round, ears. His muzzle was longer than an otter and he had the sharper, canine teeth to match. Instead of a sheath, though, he still had an uncut, black shaft that swayed when he wiggled his hips. The only thing he wore was a light, pink tanktop.
"Finally. Took you forever to get up those stairs," the hybrid teased, rocking his hips side to side to make his bits jiggle for his boyfriend.
Blott's throat was dry from surprise; he'd expected to be alone tonight. "You're.. You're home?"
"Weather delayed my flight until tomorrow morning. I had a feeling your day was going to be rather trying, so I-eee!!" Calem's voice suddenly went up an octave as the squirrel's muzzle practically dove under his tail.
Blott's shorter muzzle was pressed firmly against the otterdog's rear, tongue dragging over the puckered hole as both let out a soft moan of need. The squirrel's orange paws gripped the multi-colored rear and squeezed tight, pulling his cheeks apart to get better access to his boyfriend's entrance.
Calem arched his back and pressed back with a soft whine. "Ooh, I knew you couldn't resist," he teased. His tongue lolled out to one side and he made a soft churring sound as the squirrel's tongue teased against the underside of his sac before dipping in against his entrance.
Blott chuffed in response and swatted Calem's rear, drawing a soft yip from the half-canine. He continued his assault on his boyfriend's rear, tongue swirling across Calem's flesh before pushing inside.
The otterdog's head pushed against the cushions and his back arched to give his lover better access. "Oooh, tryna act all tough and... and macho... with your tongue uo-"
One of Blott's paws moved down to the hanging orbs between the hybrid's legs and gave a firm squeeze, silencing Calem with a sharp gasp. The squirrel's tongue pushed in further, teasing around his boyfriend's walls while cradling the fluffy, white orbs. His paw slid further forward and wrapped around the smooth, black flesh of his boyfriend's length.
Calem's tail flicked from the back of the couch to drape over Blott's shoulder and down his back. His toes curled and he let out a gentle groan of appreciation as his member began firming up in the groping's paw. "Ooh, thought you squirrels only liked nuts." He chuckled at his own joke while pressing back against his lover's muzzle.
Blott slipped his tongue free and bit at the otter's tail, letting out a soft growl. "You gonna making jokes?" he asked, squeezing Calem's cock and teasing the foreskin back and forth over the head.
The otterdog just grinned and lifted his head to look back at his boyfriend. His eyes gleamed with their usual cheeky defiance and he huffed. "Depends. Are you gonna do anything to shut me up?"
The squirrel's lips turned up in the corners and he gave the rudder tail another nip. "I've had a rough day and haven't eaten, you really wanna test me?" He couldn't help but chuckle at the mostly-empty threat and squeezed down hard on the firming shaft.
Calem wiggled his hips and then flexed his cock against the squirrel's hand. "Think I'm afraid of a little critter like you?"
Blott pinched the otter's foreskin closed at the tip of his head, making Calem cry out in shock and giggle. He didn't reply, but just put his muzzle back under the thick tail and shoved his tongue back into the tight ring. One paw snaked up under the otter's tank-top while the other began stroking back and forth over the stiff shaft.
The otter bit his lip and let out a staggered breath as his cock pulsed needily. The attention under his tail was always quick to work him up and pre dripped against the squirrel's paws as he was stroked. One of Blott's paws was sliding up against his chest and Calem yipped as one of the metal studs through his nipples was tugged. "H-hey now!"
The squirrel's fingers fiddled with the metal stud, flicking and pulling at it before moving to the net. The otter beneath him was squirming and making cute noises as each of his nipples became erect from the attention. Blott's paw was slick with his lover's pre, small rivulets travelling down his wrist as he rolled the otter's foreskin back and forth.
Blott's tongue twisted around the hybrid's passage before he dragged it out and down over Calem's sac. His fingers teased against the head of the otterdog's uncut head, skin rolling across his fingers as he teased them around.
Calem's head pressed into the couch cushions and his hips jerked against that paw. "Ooh, you're... you're playing dirty,"
"You started it," Blott said, nibbling at the fur on the back of Calem's sac, lightly tugging at the skin. "Teasing me like this, waiting, distracting me from food," he grumbled, taking one of the large orbs into his muzzle to gently suck on.
The hybrid's toes curled and he pulled forward to get away from the squirrel. "Hey now, I was just laying here, minding my own business!" He laughed and put one paw on the floor next to the couch as he started crawling forward on the cushions.
Blott let out a playful growl and tugged backwards on the slick shaft, squeezing down. "Where do you think you're going?"
"No! Help! Abuse!" he called mockingly to the empty room, chuckling and trying to pull himself free of his boyfriend's paws.
The squirrel tested his teeth against the patterned-rear, his chest rumbled, and he pumped at Calem's cock. He could hear the otter's breath picking up in speed and felt the length pulsing in his paw more and more frequently. Blott's own cock was straining at his underwear and jeans, begging for release, but that'd have to wait for now.
Calem's eyes squeezed shut and he ground his teeth together to keep from moaning. He wanted to tease more and give the poor squirrel a hard time, but the paw on his shaft was distracting and his orgasm was fast approaching. "Nngh, no no, wait," he whispered, mind scrambling to find something else to stall his lover.
Blott's paw squeezed and pulled at the hybrid's length, focusing more at the head. His other paw pulled back, cupping just below the head as a strand of pre landed in his paw. He didn't slow down; he knew Calem was too close now.
The otter's paws gripped at the couch and the floor and his head pushed hard against the couch, breath coming in quick gasps as his body jerked and spasmed. His need exploded out of him in several, thick bursts into the squirrel's waiting paw and he moaned into the couch's fabric.
Blott shivered in empathy as he felt his boyfriend's cock throb and shoot into his paw. It splashed against his wrist, coated his pads, and even hit the couch a couple times. The squirrel could feel it running between his fingers and he leaned forward, bringing his paw up against Calem's muzzle.
The otter whimpered pitifully as he felt warm seed suddenly smearing against his muzzle. He opened obediently and sucked on Blott's fingers as they teased between his lips, tasting himself. The squirrel's sticky paws continued to play with the hybrid's shaft and muzzle, making sure to mess the fluff on his boyfriend's muzzle.
Calem panted through his nose as he sucked and licked over those fingers dutifully, body twitching whenever the head of his sensitive cock was toyed with. There was a sudden nudge against his butt and he let out an awkward squawk as he was pushed forward off the couch.
Blott chuckled as he watched his boyfriend thump down onto the floor in a heap in much the same position he'd just been in. The squirrel dragged the zipper of his jeans down, fishing through the hole until his fingers tugged out out his own uncut length. Pre glistened at the tip from being hard while teasing his boyfriend.
"Looks like I found at lease one way to shut your trap." Blott giggled and knelt down behind the canine mix, pressing his cock up under the rudder tail before sliding in.
Calem didn't have anything to say in response. His passage was still slick from Blott's earlier attention and the squirrel's hips pushed in until he felt denim grinding against his rear. The otter breathed out a sigh of satisfaction, squeezing his passage down on the invading length.
Blott smacked his paw down on the otter's ass, feeling it clench on his shaft. "Shouldn't keep me from food." He ground his hips forward against the otter's rear, flexing his cock. Calem just let out an exaggerated whimper and wiggled his hips, arms stretched out in front of him.
The squirrel leaned over his boyfriend's frame and wrapped his arms around the otterdog's chest. Through the shirt he found both pierced nipples and pinched down on them, making their owner squeal. At the same time Blott pulled his hips back and thrust forward again. He was already worked up from jerking off the otter and still starving; he wanted this to be quick.
Calem didn't have much time to adjust, but didn't need it, either. His cum-smeared muzzle parted, gasps and moans escaping as the squirrel above him humped away. His cock was still hard between his legs and it swung around, dripping pre onto the carpet.
Blott's short claws dug into Calem's chest, occasionally flicking at the metal stud in the otter's nipple. His sticky, cum-matted paw trailed back to Calem's muzzle, fingers teasing along the sharp canine's and panting tongue. Calem didn't need any more encouragement to begin sucking and licking at those fingers, moaning around them as he was ridden hard. His own claws dug at the carpet, mindful not to do any damage as he held on.
The squirrel was huffing quietly into the large, fluffy ears in front of him and he grabbed one in his teeth, panting hotly through his nose. His cock plowed into the otter's rear, throbbing close to the edge and part of him yearned to feel his balls slapping against the hybrid's pair.
Calem, though having just came, was groaning around the probing fingers as his sac drew close to his body. Blott was pressing in all the right places and treating him how he enjoyed and it spurred him towards the edge. His cock ached to touched as even the cool air from the AC was enough to make him throb and drip.
The otter's sharp, canine teeth suddenly nipped at the fingers out of reflex and he barked out a cry of ecstasy as he came hard. Ropes of cum splashed out against the carpet and down his chest. His passage squeezed and milked the squirrel's shaft, trying to hold on to the thick length.
Blott's nostrils flared and he bucked forward three more times, adding power behind each thrust. With the last he moaned into Calem's ear and yanked himself free. He watched the otter's passage gape from the sudden emptiness and gripped his cock tightly in one of his paws.
It only took a few strokes before his cock errupted in a shower of pearly, white seed. Blott held onto Calem's tail for support while fisting his cock, foreskin tugged back and forth as strings of seed left spiderweb patterns across the wild otter's fur and tank top. With his balls almost drained he pushed the head of his spurting shaft back into his boyfriend and emptied the rest of him inside his partner.
Calem bit down on his arm from the perverse pleasure of being marked and his body shuddered. "Ooh... that feels like a lot... that pent up?" he asked after he felt the squirrel's orgasm die off.
Blott gasped for air and watched as his cock sunk back in to the base. He could feel his length pulsing and he was much more sensitive now. "Yeah... I definitely needed that," he said, sighing happily.
They stayed like that for a few minutes before Blott's softening shaft fell free of Calem's entrance. The squirrel pushed himself to his feet and playfully shoved the otterdog forward. "Come on. I need food,"
Calem hit the ground with an oof of discomfort, landing in a pool of his own, cooled seed. "Eugh, oh god. It's everywhere!" he whined, rolling to his side. Cum was smeared across his stomach and lower abdomen from where he'd landed.
Blott's energy was quick returning now that he'd had a chance to destress and he zipped his jeans back up, careful of any bits. "Well, you clean that up and I'm going to cook food," he said, bouncing on his feet as he made his way into the kitchen.
The otter just lay there, idly fingering the matted seed on his fur. "Mmmm, really? Cook?"
"Cook, order..." Blott called from the kitchen. "Will have to run down to pick it up cause the elevator is broken... what do you want?"
"Mmm, I don't care," Calem said, a smile plastered across his muzzle as he began to drift off.
Blott's voice had a ring of happiness that had been missing not even half an hour before. "Then you don't get to bitch if I order what I want!"