Black and White
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Light poured in through the window as the curtains were tugged away. Sable, not a morning person, flinched away from the sunlight from where he was sprawled on the bed. The black fox groped around for an extra pillow and pulled it over his face with a groan. "Why?"
Albin chuckled and flopped back down on the bed, crawling over to rest against his partner's side. "It's almost eight. You've gotta get up, you know. Riding lessons start at nine-thirty."
Sable stretched himself out, pillow still covering his face, and he grunted in acknowledgement. "Five more minutes..." he bargained.
The white-furred otter kissed Sable's neck, collar, and chest, letting one of his paws trail down the bare fur. "Nope. We've gotta get up, get some food, shower, and get out to the ranch."
The fox purred softly and arched against that paw, moving one of his own down to rest on Albin's shoulder. "Mmm, what's today supposed to be on?" he asked, lightly teasing his claws through the otter's short fur.
Albin murred in response to the light touch and continued to kiss down the fox's chest. "Still riding bareback," he said, nosing across Sable's stomach.
Sable couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle. "Aww, come on, I already know all about that. Can't I skip this lesson?" he asked, pushing the pillow aside and looking down his chest at the otter.
Albin's ice-blue eyes sparkled as he met the fox's dark,grey eyes. "Not if you want to get your certification. Can't let you off that easy," he teased, dragging his jawline down over Sable's stomach until his muzzle rested just inches from the plump, black sheath.
The fox shivered and let his eyes fall shut. "Mmm, but I've already done all the maneuvers bareback just fine. I finished an hour before the others last time."
The otter snickered and dragged his muzzle closer to Sable's sheath and idly closed his lips over the end, teasing his tongue against the entrance before letting go. "Mmm, and you were saying how much riding bareback drove you crazy. Maybe I just wanna see you squirm some more."
Sable gasped as his sheath was licked and he felt his length stirring, already poking free of the furry holder. Sable's fur was such a shade of black that he was all but invisible in a dark room save for the whites of his eyes. His length was that same, impossible shade of black and it glistened with pre in the early morning sun coming through the window.
"It's not my fault. The horses are really really hot to the touch and that heat is grinding up against your crotch and between your legs," Sable protested. "And when you're bouncing up and down, grinding against his back and neck it can really get you worked up."
Albin giggled and teased his tongue across the black skin, swiping up a drop of pre that had appeared. More of the fox's length emerged and Albin gave a few more longing licks before turning his attention back to the fox. "Maybe I'm just used to it, then. I don't really have that problem.
Sable gripped the sheets in both paws and rolled his hips up against Albin's muzzle, several inches of his length pushing free. "Mmf, you're such a tease." He moved both paws to Albin's shoulders as the otter settled between his spread legs.
The otter murred softly and lapped across the black-furred orbs and up over the taut sheath, swirling his tongue across the slick flesh until he parted his lips to take in the exposed length. His short, white muzzle bobbed up and down over the dark flesh and he groaned happily.
"I thought we didn't have much time?" he asked, panting softly as his hips rolled in small circles to ease more of his shaft between his lover's lips.
Albin pressed his muzzle down all the way, skinning back the protective pouch to swallow around Sable's pulsing length. He withdrew and let the thick cock pop free of his mouth. "Oooh, not much time, no, but we can do a short warmup."
Sable's ears perked up, sleep the furthest thing from his mind now. He watched as Albin began crawling up his chest until their cocks ground together wetly. The otter sat up and eased forward until the fox's shaft was pressing up against his rear. "Ooh, see? I know all about bareback."
The otter stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend and rolled his eyes. "You're an awful person," he said. He reached back and took hold of the fox's slick length, pressing the tip against his passage before sliding down with ease.
Both moaned out as the otter's walls squeezed down on the turgid flesh, the intimate skin-on-skin contact driving both wild. Sable knew that they'd have to hurry things up and he brought one of his paws up to squeeze the otter's uncut length, fingers teasing the foreskin back and forth as pre dribbled across his palm.
Albin wasted no time in settling himself down into Sable's lap. He squeezed down and then pulled back until the tip popped free, quickly sliding back to hilt the fox within him. The otter let out a soft whine of pleasure and bit his lip, bouncing in the fox's lap with increased vigor.
Sable sucked in a breath whenever his length would plow deep into his partner's tight passage. His knot was swelling rapidly from the attention and Albin's ring would catch on it as it tugged back and forth. His concentration faltered a few times but his paw continued stroking up and down over the hooded shaft, thumb smearing pre across the head as the otter's foreskin occasionally slid up to cover the digit.
The otter sat up straight and started putting his weight behind the thrusts now, forcing himself to take the engorged knot as it kept growing. His balls slapped against Sable's stomach and wrist as he bounced and he felt his orgasm approaching swiftly. "Ooh, I'm close..." he warned.
The fox nodded mutely and leaned his head up to watch his partner's cock pulse in his paw, a line of pre connecting his sticky head to his own black fur. His knot pulsed in time with his heart and he ground his hips up against Albin's tailhole to sink it in and tie them together.
Albin's breath caught in his throat and he worked himself down against that knot, ring spreading to squeeze down on the apex of the thick bulb. He cried out as he came hard, ropes of cum shooting from his shaft, hitting the fox's muzzle and cheek with the first two ropes before his balls emptied across the black fur.
Sable's body shuddered and his eyes rolled back as he felt the otter's sphincter squeeze down over the thickest part of his knot. It wasn't enough to push him across the edge, and it took every bit of will he had not to thrust up the rest of the way and lock them together. His paw squeezed from the base of Albin's cock and tugged upwards, drawing another weak spurt of cum across his painted body.
Albin's upper body sagged, but his muscled legs kept him from sinking down into Sable's lap. "Oooh, I love that feeling," he murmured dreamily, squeezing himself down on the knot again before easing upwards. "Definitely have to get a shower now."
"What about me!" Sable complained with a playful hump upwards, knot kissing Albin's passage before the otter pulled off completely.
The otter crawled off the bed and stepped across to the bathroom, flicking on the light. "I have other plans for you today." He turned on the shower and beckoned the fox over with a crooked finger.
Sable's balls ached for release, but he just chuckled to himself and sat up from the bed, length bobbing and dripping as he walked. "Oh yeah?"
They stepped into the shower under the warm stream and soap was poured across fur and skin as Albin's paws began stroking their lengths together. "Mhm. You were right that you performed very well riding bareback-"
"Seemed to work well for you," Sable interjected, getting a firm squeeze on his knot at the pun.
"And," Albin continued, idly humping his softening shaft against the fox's still-solid piece. "I wanna see just how well you can do when you're being teased to the extreme," he said, pinching the tip of the fox's shaft and feeling it throb beneath his pads.
Sable grunted and leaned against his boyfriend's chest, head tilting down to nip at the otter's neck. "Mmf, already ride me to the edge and back off, and now you wanna tease me more? What do I get out of it?"
Albin's bottom lip stuck out in an exaggerated pout. "The love and adoration of your wonderful boyfriend?" he asked, blinking puppy dog eyes at the fox.
"And dinner?" Sable bargained for, a grin turning up the corners of his muzzle.
The otter grinned wide and kissed Sable's lips, rudder-tail wagging in the shower. "And dinner."
An hour later and Sable found himself sitting comfortably atop his horse, Ebony, and stroking her neck while whispering encouragement to her. He was wearing close-fitted jeans and a loose t-shirt to keep himself cool in the warm, spring morning. There was a nice breeze wafting through the pasture as they waited to begin the lesson.
Albin, atop his own horse, Ivory, was trotting back and forth among the other two people here for their lesson. He gripped the reins loosely and squeezed something in his paw while casually talking to two of the other trainees.
A jolt went up Sable's spine and he let out a gasp as something beneath his tail buzzed soundlessly. Albin had fixed him with a small, vibrating plug that was activated by remote. The fox was in for a good couple hours of constant teasing at this rate, and even that first buzz under his tail had made him rethink this arrangement.
"Are you okay?" Sarissa, a teenage lynx, asked, sidling up next to him on her own horse, Mavon.
Sable was thankful for his dark fur as his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, just... uh, breeze felt nice," he said dumbly, laughing nervously.
The girl eyed him curiously, but just shrugged and walked her horse forward to get into position to begin their lesson.
The buzz under Sable's tail came again, but he was more prepared this time and just grunted to himself. He wasn't even moving yet, but already he could feel the stirring in his sheath as Albin began tapping against that remote.
The sweat dripping from Sable's brow had nothing to do with the heat, and everything to do with the constant attention he was getting from his otter and horse. He guided the horse through a series of different gaits, starting with a walk, and working all the way up to a canter. All the while his crotch ground down against the horse's neck and the toy buzzed beneath his tail.
He was certain he must have looked constipated with his face screwed up in an awkward grimace, but it was all he could do to try to keep his focus on the horse and not his aching cock. It was a good thing he'd worn the dark jeans, too, because a lighter denim would have shown the large wet spot that looked like he'd wet himself.
His cock was fully swollen and straining against the zipper as it leaked copious amounts of pre. Sable was so worked up from his earlier deprivement that it hadn't taken much for him to start grinding himself against Ebony's back. The increased speed of some of the gaits forced that toy to press deeper at his insides and it vibrated angrily against his prostate.
Jameson, a retired tiger, walked his horse up next to Sable's and was frowning with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You look awful. Feeling okay? I've got medkit in my truck if you need me to look at you."
Sable's legs squeezed against Ebony's sides and he looked over to the older tiger, shaking his head and chuckling weakly. "No doc, I'm fine. Thanks, though. Just uh... ready to get out of the heat."
The tiger nodded a few times and reached over to clap the fox's shoulder. "Well, we're almost out of here. Been a good lesson, though, for certain. Certainly prefer bareback to the saddle, myself."
The insides of Sable's ears burned and his cock throbbed between his legs as the buzzing under his tail sent shivers up his spine. "Y-yeah, same."
Albin walked his horse in front of everyone as Sarissa finished a couple maneuvers and a small jump, taking her place with everyone. The otter cleared his throat and looked at them all in turn. "Alright, just do a few laps around the pasture at a speed you're comfortable with. I'm going to get in next to you and do some one on one stuff with you in turn, but get some more practice in the meantime. If you can, work yourself up to a gallop a few times," he said, dismissing them.
Sable puffed out a strained breath and wrapped his hands around the reins before taking off in a gentle trot down one side of the pasture's fence. He bounced in the horse's lap and the toy kept buzzing, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He had been hard as a rock for nearly the entire lesson and pre had soaked his crotch and thighs as he practically dry-humped against his horse's back.
He wasn't even paying attention as Albin and Ivory joined him on his left, keeping pace with ease. "How're you holding up?" Albin asked, fingering the remote in one paw.
Sable's head snapped to the side and he blinked a few times as he looked as his boyfriend's devious smile. "You owe me one hell of a nice dinner," he breathed, shuddering and closing his eyes for a second.
Albin growled softly and pressed the button down, holding it in place. "Oh yeah? Mmm, I wish you'd worn your lighter jeans, I wanna see how much you've been leaking."
The fox's ears swiveled back and he ducked his head in embarrassment, pulsing against the fly of his jeans. "I've been drooling for over an hour now... I'm going to explode if you keep this up," he said huskily, letting out a ragged breath and grinding himself against Ebony's neck.
The otter's lips curled up to touch the corners of his eyes and he licked his lips exaggeratedly. "Ooh, then I've got to keep it up."
Sable whimpered and shot the otter a pleading look. "N-no, please don't," he begged, heart beating in his chest. "Teasing is okay but... there are others around!"
"They're not watching," Albin said, glancing behind himself just to doublecheck. He pulled on the reins and leaned closer to Ivory's neck. "Come on, work yourself up to a gallop. If you can survive until we make it to the end of the fence, I'll ease up on you," he said.
Sable's heart raced and he nodded fervently before leaning down against Ebony and working her into a quicker gait. His trot broke into a canter and then a full out gallop, keeping pace with Ivory as they traveled the length of the fence.
The fox bounced up and down against the horse's back, the heat and friction pushing him right up against the invisible wall of his climax and pinning him there. His cock ached painfully from being hard for so long and his knot had long since pushed back the edges of his sheath to thump in time with his pulse.
Ebony kept up the pace with ease, racing along the fence next to Ivory, and all the while the poor fox humped against the horse's neck as they sped along, hips crashing against her back and rubbing on that bulge over and over.
Sable's face and torso was just as soaked as his crotch was as sweat dripped down his nose. He needed to cum so badly after being worked up from the morning's activities but didn't want to make an even bigger mess of things with the others around. He wasn't entirely certain the choice was going to fall to him, though.
They reached the end of the gate and Sable was certain that'd be the end of his torment but he saw the otter spin his finger in the air telling them to turn around. A wide turn kept their speed up and the fox was whimpering openly as he fought down his climax. He was certain he'd make it.
Albin kept his finger on the little button, his own cock hard in his jeans from the perverse knowledge that he was driving his boyfriend insane. The horses kept up their gallop back towards where the others were practicing and as they approached Albin kept shooting sideways glances at his fox's crotch.
Sable's eyes watered as they got near the rest of the trainees and his body ached from tensing up. He'd flexed every muscle in his body to keep himself from tipping over the edge and as he brought the horse's speed down to a slow walk he was busy congratulating himself on his victory.
Albin's eyes flicked from the others to Sable's jeans and he gave the button three hard jabs.
The fox had thought that the otter was going to stick to his word and had relaxed the moment they'd settled back down. His weight sat back on the horse's spine and it forced the toy to prod against his prostate right as the toy buzzed and vibrated. He'd relaxed too far and was caught off guard by the toy's attention.
Sable let out a loud bark that caught everyone's attention. His shoulders hunched forward and his jaw clenched tight as his orgasm wracked his system. Cum sprayed through the denim of his jeans, leaving a streak of white across his thigh. The rest of his load emptied out into the crotch of his jeans, making a hot, wet, and sticky mess of his fur and jeans.
Albin's mouth watered as he watched his boyfriend convulse and shake atop the horse's back, spurting hard enough to force seed through the fabric. He watched as Sable slumped forward against Ebony's neck, panting hard through his nose and twitching.
The other trainees weren't quite close enough to know what had happened and Sarissa led her horse closer. "What happened?"
Albin intervened quickly, drawing the attention from the poor fox. "Oh, he's just not used to galloping bareback. Come on, let's go. Keep going, try galloping for yourselves," he said, starting to follow along the lynx girl while the others went back to practicing.
Sable walked gingerly into their apartment, closing the door behind him as he shivered in the cool air conditioning. Albin walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower before joining Sable in the livingroom. "God damn, that's so hot," he muttered, looking down at the front of the fox's jeans.
The fox's face was red and his legs wobbled precariously as he carefully undid the button on his jeans and shoved them down. His boxers were plastered to his sheath and thighs and the musk was heavy in the air from where he'd left himself a soaked mess. "I hate you so much," he muttered, a smile creeping across his face.
Albin murred happily and walked over to the fox, helping him out of his soiled clothes, running a paw down over the sticky, drying mess. "Mmm, don't worry, I'll make it up to you tonight when it gets dark."