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Justin honestly wished there was something better to show him that his boyfriend was having an off day than a frowny face in his lunchbox. Despite his feelings on the matter, it was sitting there. Lee's dissatisfaction with something spelled out in rice and spinach curry.

Nonetheless, the otter was actually thankful that his cooking was never affected by any of his mate's moody periods. If he had to scarf down anything other than the usual delicious meal he was provided, he doubted he'd have the energy to solve problems both on and off his shift.

Even still, inhaling his meal at lightning speed, he couldn't help but think about just what he was going to come home to, sour mood or not. The squirrel was still going to have a gorgeous body, perfect ass, and a tail more fluffy and pink than cotton candy. If it wouldn't be awkward to go man the front desk at half mast, he'd probably be debating which was easier to eat.

Justin often asked himself exactly what he'd done to deserve Lee all but falling into his lap. The official explanation was that when he spotted his future mate walking into his game store, wearing a T-shirt with a shoulder hang so low it probably qualified more as a toga, that he was apparently the first to respond with his incessant flirting by actually flirting back. Sometimes the otter couldn't believe that entirely, except that most people considered Lee less "out-of-their-league" and more "playing-an-entirely-different-game."

So, he took a risk and he got rewarded with phenomenal sex, the sweetest piece of arm candy he'd ever seen, and, surprisingly enough, an actual emotionally rewarding relationship. Then there were days like today. Lee wasn't always the best at saying what bothered him until it made him moody. A frowny face in Justin's curry could mean anything from him coming home to some randomly defenestrated objects to his boyfriend sobbing on the couch watching Old Yeller, trying to dig for the answer to his problems in a family sized bucket of Häagen-Dazs.

Speaking of which, Justin wrote a note on his phone to buy another, just in case. The were like fire extinguishers to him: he didn't realize the value of them until he was caught without one. As he put his phone down, though, he began steeling himself and reviewing the canned responses so that he didn't have to worry himself into another rut.

Yes, Lee, I still love you. No, I don't think you're a bad boyfriend. No, you're not a leech. The store is doing fine and I have plenty saved. No, you don't look fat. Yes, I'm aware of how many calories triple-chocolate mocha chip has per serving. No, I don't know how you defy thermodynamic laws.

The otter had one legitimate issue with him outside of his jealousy over how much trash his boyfriend managed to get away with eating and staying thin. Every single time he had to cheer his boyfriend up, it was a deluge of self-depreciation before anything even remotely got better. It really did get tiring, hearing the single closest thing to perfection he'd ever been able to glimpse call himself living trash. Even if the "I'm feeling better" sex was awesome.

Though, to tell the truth, knowing he had to deal with it later that day was about the only time that he really thought about how much it bugged him. Every other day, it was basically sunshine and rainbows. The thing that hurt the otter the most was just seeing Lee so sad, it was almost like he was someone else entirely. But then again, that was also what made him so determined to help the squirrel out. Lunch was over and in four hours or less he knew where he'd be.

The otter quickly made his way up the stairs, happy that he was able to get one of his employees to fill in or the rest of the day. The first thing he didn't notice on the approach to the door was the lack of sad movie soundtrack, which was at least a good sign. At the same time, it left him confused; usually if there was something major, he'd have heard something...

Justin opened the door to the living room to find a somewhat pouty looking Lee sitting on the couch, watching TV. His rather cheery greeting was returned with a meek "Hey," which wasn't what he was expecting. It had been quite some time since he'd gotten home and what exactly was wrong wasn't immediately obvious.

"I got Joel to fill in for me at the store because I thought you could probably use a little bit of company," Justin sat next to the squirrel who still leaned into him when he put an arm over his shoulders. "What's wrong? It seems like something's definitely up."

The squirrel's ears drooped, glancing around and biting his lip. "I dunno. Say what you will, but I kinda want a bit of a change of pace. Stuff always feels so same-y and I just want to get something... new to happen. In the bedroom, out here, I dunno I just want something fresh."

Justin smiled, hugging Lee just a little bit closer, sticking chest to chest for a moment before looking the squirrel over. "Well, if you'd be up for something else, you can feel free to give me some new directions for the bedroom," the otter absolutely purred the last words, but was surprised that his boyfriend seemed rather unfazed.

"Justin, it's not like you've ever turned a single idea of mine down. Trust me, if I was up for something we hadn't tried before, you'd be the first to know," the squirrel stretched out on the couch, his legs crossing and uncrossing as his mate's brain started to spin its wheels slightly.

"Would you want to go out to eat somewhere or something? I think there was this nice Chinese place down by 9th."

"That got closed," the squirrel shot down. "Health inspector shuttered them, rats in the kitchen. Two and four legs."

"Well, what about that one bar you talked about awhile ago, Paradise? We can go there a little later even if it's a bit of a drive."

"Demolished, paved over, it's currently a parking structure for the Ironbank building," the squirrel almost seemed a tad bored, rather than disappointed.

"Come on Lee, if you want to do something new, then say it!" The otter mustered a smile, ruffling the squirrel's hair. It got his his ears to stand up for a split second before they wilted down to their previous position. "You want to do it, I'll make it happen. You deserve it."

"I appreciate the enthusiasm Justin, but if I had some idea of what to do, I'd be begging you to do it. It's that garbage kinda bored where you can't bring yourself to do anything... It sucks but I don't really have any input." And for having all the vivacity of a hug pillow, the otter seemed to be getting as much feedback from the squirrel. It was starting to get frustrating.

"Come on! I'm writing you a blank check and you can't even think of one thing in the whole city you'd want to do? The pool! The Club! That one arcade you like!" Justin listed to the best of his ability.

"Drained for the week, you still get jealous, and I'd probably be for the last one if the building's transformer didn't pull a Michael Baying," Lee said as he shrugged, glancing back to the TV which happened to be playing the famous beagle's Transformers.

"So you just don't want to solve the problem? Come on, you just need to try for something! I don't mind driving or getting something for us both. All you need to do is just say something and I'll take care of the rest" Justin bargained, reaching for the remote.

"And what, if you were this bored, should I be doing my best to unbore you? Or do you just want me to say something you want to do." Lee snapped, making the otter jump back.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I just wish you'd help more. I really want you to stop being bored, but... I don't know, it seems like you want to be bored!" The otter threw his hands up, just in time to allow the squirrel to take a position next to him.

"Oh, and you're never bored, you've got a whole game store to run and a bedwarmer boyfriend to come home to! I'm so busy all the time, and my store is doing so well I can just try to money all the boredom out of him when he's not cooking me dinner!" The squirrel took on a somewhat mocking impression of the otter, which, instead of compelling him to relax, managed to tilt him like a pinball machine falling down a cliff.

"Well I have quite the life myself, I eat my weight in sweets daily and somehow burn it off playing video games and recording my paw sessions for my boyfriend!" The response nearly elicited the same response in the squirrel, but in the place of anger, a rather wicked little idea popped into his head.

"Oh yeah? Well if you think it's so easy being me, then why don't you spend the day doing it? Wear my clothes, cook for me, and do all that ice cream eating and video gaming you seem so keen on doing. And I'll play you, so maybe we both get to see what the other's missing." Lee blew a raspberry, hanging close to Justin's face.

Things calmed down from there, but it was clear that at this point, Lee had found a cure for his boredom. He was coming up with ideas faster by the second, about the logistics of the whole affair and from what Justin could tell it all came from a genuine place of excitement. Truthfully, this was something they'd done before and he'd rather tread new ground than go back to the third grade bickering they'd been up to moments before.

So with everything set up, the pair went to bed, ready to wake up as the other. Alarms were set, a few apologies were noted, and finally, the pair found their way into each other's arms to sleep.

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Justin felt a little bit weird, he actually fit in a surprising amount of Lee's clothes, which made the squirrel double down on his insistence that their little swap be something total. The most conservative outfit he could muster the night before was a leaned T-shirt and leggings. That meant his shoulder was still exposed, but the otter had figured would be better than his midriff.

It almost felt obscene for a moment, as he shambled to turn off the alarm and get dressed, that there was a 6 a.m. that he now had to deal with. All the while, he glanced back at Lee, snoring in one of his shirts in bed. That reminded him. the squirrel usually had breakfast ready in the morning on Saturday, so he needed to do the same whether he wanted to or not.

Justin wouldn't quite define himself as a disaster in the kitchen, but his boyfriend definitely saved him from himself in that regard. Most of the dishes that he could trust himself not to screw up were scrambled eggs and bacon, preferably being made in the reverse order and in the same skillet. The otter sighed as he turned the burner on. He thought Lee was the one who defied thermodynamics sometimes.

In a fridge full of various ingredients that were assembled for the sake of innumerable projects his mate had lined up, the otter was at least capable of spotting the two ingredients he needed. Grabbing a fork, the otter separated enough rashers of bacon for them both to enjoy, tossing them in the pan and turning on the burner.

At first, Justin thought he could actually get away without putting on the frilly 'do unspeakable things to the cook' apron he enjoyed on Lee so much, especially when it was the only thing on him. However, the moment the bacon really started to get going, he realized there wasn't much of a choice to be had. He got the slightest bit huffy as he found himself wearing an invitation he'd taken up many times, cracking and scrambling the eggs.

He almost didn't register the soft footsteps coming up behind him, but what definitely did register was that he was now wrapped in a rather compromising hug. The otter's favorite move to pull on Lee was to wrap his arms over his mate and put his muzzle atop the squirrel's head, but that didn't really work in reverse. What did work however, was a different route to reach the same place.

There was no question just how aware they both were now of how little leggings muffled the sensation of someone grabbing your junk.

"Hey sexy," Lee mumbled, still obviously half asleep and speaking in a tenor the otter figured was supposed to match his own. "Makin' up something nice and tasty for us both?" It was a bit hard to understand the squirrel, face partially buried in his back, but it was actually kind of cute; to the point that it almost distracted the otter from the hand firmly on his dick. It was also within the span of that moment that he realized the squirrel was trying to imitate him.

It really wasn't anything malicious; in fact, it felt like nothing more than a little bit of light-hearted role-playing, something he knew Lee absolutely loved. Really, there was no problem in playing along, Justin simply didn't want to do anything possibly offensive by accident as he was getting ready to respond as he transferred the scrambled eggs to a new plate.

"Eh, nothing much, just some scrambled eggs and bacon. If there's anything else you want, just say the word." This invitation of course was largely hollow, as 99.9% of what the squirrel enjoyed to eat day-to-day was vastly outside of the otter's range of kitchen skills, even if he had help. He could feel the squirrel shake his head rather than seeing it.

"Naaah, I think I'll just get something from the fridge babe, the food's ready and I've already got a handful of what I want right here." The otter would have made a comment about just how forward his mate was acting, if it didn't come to mind that he was guilty of the exact same thing. Granted, Lee actually expressly told him that he enjoyed getting handled, something he himself had precious little time to decide upon.

Breakfast was the tiniest bit awkward, if only because Justin found himself enjoying the entire affair at half mast. Every time he looked up, he found a pair of bedroom eyes halfway through a container of Natto alongside what he'd prepared. Occasionally, a very adventurous foot would give him a little prod. However, the entertaining part to him was that the squirrel wasn't quite tall enough to do it with the same fluidity he could. So every time Lee wanted to do it, the otter found himself suppressing a giggle at the totally unsubtle shuffle forward to the edge of what was normally his chair.

Past breakfast, the day ultimately seemed like it was going to contain a lot more of the same business, which ended up being an interesting shift in perspective. Lee learned that being the big spoon didn't quite automatically mean being more comfortable. Meanwhile, Justin very quickly learned the little squeaks and chirps his boyfriend made whenever he snuck a hand somewhere were by absolutely no means voluntary.

Justin thanked every god he could think of Lee was considerate enough to just let him order take out and pretend like he'd made it, rather than try to burn the flat down two times in one day. He was also very aware of just how hungry his mate was when looking at him. Sure, he tried to hide it as erstwhile glances while he went to go put the tempura udon in a proper bowl, but the squirrel didn't quite like noodles enough to lick his lips.

While those thirsty looks came from him at times, the otter was actually starting to get rather surprised. Either the squirrel was being really committed to the character that he'd taken on, or he'd found something to admire on his own time. The near-constant little teases seemed to give the impression that Lee was very much enjoying his new position.

More cheesy movies, more games, and outside of the little roleplay that they had going, it was actually turning out to be a very pleasant day, even with the innuendo coming from a different mouth than usual. Justin got to have a little fun himself, crossing his legs over his boyfriend's lap as he was playing an RPG, which seemed to be a favorite move. As he watched the sun set out the window, he couldn't help but think that the day turned out vastly differently than he'd expected with how heated yesterday got.

It was dinner time and, entertainingly enough, Lee busted out a line that he always seemed more than a little relieved to hear. "Why don't you give yourself the night off cutie, pizza's sounding really good to me right now." The otter gladly plinked through his phone, putting through the usual order, but only when he finished it did the exact nature of what he'd done manifest.

Lee was always the one to get the door and give the delivery guy the tip. Lee was always the one to get up and pass anything down the couch, always thanked with some light teasing and foreplay. Lee was always the one ending up half naked at the end of a sloppy makeout session, whatever bottoms he had on strewn to a location they didn't care about until morning, because they weren't going back on. Normally, Justin would be all for this. Normally, Justin wasn't Lee.

The encounter with the delivery guy wasn't really as awkward as the otter had imagined it would be. He'd predicted some snide comment or pointed joke would be put forth, but in preparing for the worst, an earnest compliment ended up taking him off guard, sending him blushing back to the couch.

His face stayed that same exact shade of red throughout the entire meal. Not only from the little bouts of teasing and flirting, but also a few moves that the squirrel managed to invent on the fly. Rather than ask for a piece of pizza, Justin found a hand groping around for support as his boyfriend leaned to go get one for himself. He also found a habit of setting his plate down somewhere that let him feel around a bit every time he wanted a bite to eat.

By the end of the night, Justin found himself full and horny as per usual, but with the leggings still on, much to his surprise. The squirrel hadn't even tried to pull any of his usual moves, or the otter's for that matter, to get things more involved. He simply seemed wrapped up in getting his file 100% complete.

That was, of course, until he set the controller down, making some rather half-lidded eye contact.

"I think we should get to bed babe, it's getting pretty late and we shouldn't spend too long out here."

The otter found himself somewhat confused, neither of them had so much as yawned during the whole affair. "I'm not all that tired, are you? I thought you were just relaxed, it's fine if you want to go to bed."

The squirrel shook his head, grabbing Justin by the wrist and practically dragging him to his feet."When did I say anything about sleeping? I'm ready to have a little bit of fun with that tight little ass of yours. It's bad enough that you've been showing it off all day, I think I deserve a little bit of praise for only wanting to bend you over now."

Justin's eyes shot wide open. Never once had he tried bottoming before. Hell, he'd barely even played with his rear this decade, much less this year, and now he had a very horny looking boyfriend towing him to his uncertain fate. His little bit of struggling made Lee look back with a bit of concern. This somewhat tender moment was, of course, mixed in with plenty of horniness.

"I uh..." the otter wanted to say what was on his mind, but at the same time, there was a definite worry in his head that would sound as if he was trying to find any excuse not to continue, despite telling the truth. "I've... never been on the bottom during the act... I haven't even tried any sort of real tailplay..." he blushed meekly, glancing down to meet his boyfriend's eyes. "So... I'm not sure if I'm going to make stuff awkward, or if you're going to have to stop early... I'm really sorry..."

Lee's concern was replaced with a bright smile, tugging Justin along again. "Oh, then I think you're going to love this babe. Come on, we've all gotta start somewhere, even I had to if you could believe it." Justin was ultimately unsure if he should be concerned about the squirrel's sheer excitement, or just match it and hope for the best.

The pair both ended up on the bed within the minute, laying side by side, unusually as usual. Save, of course, for their wardrobe. Lee actually seemed pretty content with the idea of just letting the otter relax, occasionally looking over and asking if he was ready. What surprised him the most was that when he denied it the first few time, the squirrel didn't even seem upset.

When Justin finally did agree however, Lee was very quick to strip off his bottoms (or at least, as quickly as you can move tight-fitting clothing without threat of it becoming some infernal Gordian knot). The first move he made surprised his boyfriend after he was re-positioned and the lube was procured. That move was Lee's tongue, gently knocking on the otter's back door, not the breaking and entering he was bracing himself for.

It started out slow, tiny little laps to tease at the edges of the otter's tailhole before the squirrel even considered going any deeper. By the time he did, Justin had just relaxed enough to allow it to happen, he even gave a little sigh of relief. As tiny as the blips of pleasure were, they'd still managed to build up enough to drown out any lingering bits of nervousness.

For Lee, it was like creeping closer to a baby deer. Try and take too much ground at once and he'd bolt to the fences. However, keeping a slow and steady pace with a little bit of coaxing and Justin would be eating out of his hand. The strategy was working too, he was almost entirely to the end of his tongue and he'd barely heard a peep from his boyfriend.

To clarify, he'd barely heard a peep of protest. Justin was definitely making plenty of noise, just not the kind of noise that most people would expect to hear a brand new bottom making ten minutes into the evening. He wasn't really moaning yet, but was quite clearly getting there, making little noises as his brain computed that he liked what was happening.

Finally, when Lee decided to flare out his tongue, he finally heard the word that he'd been wanting to here all night.

"M-more... I think I'm ready for a little bit more."

Lee smirked, he was glad Justin wanted to proceed, but at the same time, part of him wanted to hear the otter beg for it.

"Are you sure? We don't have to, come on, no pressure to continue from here."

That statement almost made the otter look like he was going to have a conniption, turning around with something between an embarrassed scowl and a pout.

"No, I know I wanna keep going.... That felt really good Lee, I... I wanna know what everything else feels like too," the squirrel merely chuckled, patting Justin's head briefly.

"Alright babe, head back down then."

It took a moment for things to continue on, Lee wanting to break out in a giggle fit when he heard his partner make an actual whimper, but he was intent on making sure the lube he'd poured into his palm was at least somewhat warm before it went in anywhere.

And once he did, it was exceedingly gentle. Only one joint at a time. This wasn't a time for rushing, this was a time for exploring. The squirrel took his sweet time to give Justin an opportunity to experience every new experience he was willing to give out, looking for more to play with.

And in doing so, Lee found the otter's 'on' switch.

Even with the tiniest brush against his prostate, Justin's tail shot up like a flare, an open invitation for more of exactly what just happened, by the time Lee actually got to rubbing it, the otter was threatening to lose all coherence and melt into the bed. His moans consisted of half-finished attempts to describe how good it felt, ask for more, or even just make any sort of noise that wasn't lewd beyond reason.

It was almost too easy, he didn't even protest to a second finger being added to the equation, but he certainly noticed just how much better getting rubbed was now feeling. Lee was almost worried that the circulation in his fingers was going to get cut off for just how tight he was being squeezed. A bit odd, considering that usually happens with...

Just then, a few weak trickles of sticky white seed came out of the otter's cock. In fact, there was no mistaking it, the squirrel watched the shiver traveling up the otter's spine. When it got to the head making all the noise, it resonated into the single most effeminate moan Justin had ever made in his life. Lee felt like he was about to have a field day. Mr. 'I'm-on-top-of-everything' just finished without so much as an erstwhile glance at his cock. He almost wanted to see how far he could push this.

It didn't take terribly too much effort to ease the otter down, at which point the squirrel got up and traipsed straight over to the dresser. The otter merely glanced over to him, dazed, slightly confused, and more than a little bit horny. He wasn't able to do much outside of gawk openly and recover from the best orgasm he'd had in recent memory. The slight confusion ballooned tenfold when he was hit with Lee's single longest pair of socks, which had been tossed by the non lube-covered hand, leaving him simply waiting for an answer.

"Liked that?" The squirrel said, turning around to observe the scene.

Justin weakly nodded.

"Want to feel something ten times better than that?"

The nodding was now notably less weak.

"Put those on then. If your legs are compressed, blood flows better everywhere else".

Now, scientifically, this is true. Whether or not this had any bearing in Lee's decision to try and get Justin to wear some effeminate, cotton candy colored legwear was irrelevant. Whether or not they'd be tight enough to cause compression was also irrelevant. What mattered was the end result, watching the otter scramble to put them on like a Dachshund tossed into a treat factory. That almost made Lee finish on the spot.

However, he simply didn't by virtue that there was a much better spot he could think to finish. One that was openly presenting to him and had the Candyland airport's runway stripes to guide him home. He almost wanted to take a picture for later if he thought the otter could handle any more embarrassment.

Lee did want to get to the main course as soon as possible though. It didn't take much to undo the belt, his own bottoms swiftly crumpling down to his knees, underwear soon following. What lube remained on his hand quickly covered his cock, which was lined up and pressing against Justin's tailhole before the otter could blink.

"Just relax. I know you probably want to get tense, but if you just relax and breathe, then it'll be fun for both of us." The squirrel rubbed the otter's tail, a common trick he used when he wanted his boyfriend to calm down, or feel better. The next thing he said, he wanted to come from the heart. "Trust me, okay? You should know this advice is coming from a professional."

Justin gently nodded. He knew for a fact that he wanted to try this, and if he was going to enjoy it, it might as well be as much as possible. He tried to calm down, basically every part of his body drooping down gently save for his tail. That was exactly what the squirrel was hoping to see, gently starting to press ever so lightly.

"You ready?" Lee chirped in a tone that reflected his giddiness

"Yeah. Now more than ever."

It was time for them both to see just what they were missing.

Lee started slow, but he knew that trying to limit himself too much was only going to screw him over in the long run. The absolute last thing he'd want was for Justin to get bored, or to get over-adjusted after how well he'd prepared. He wasn't necessarily forcing his way in, but the otter certainly felt every little bit of his boyfriend as he sunk his cock in slowly, making a small gasp when the head popped in fully.

He tensed up, that much was to be expected by anyone during their first time, but Lee was about ready to use his whole bag of tricks. A few little scratches to the back of Justin's head, and he melted right back into the bed. The usual satisfied whimper it brought was even tinted by the otter's pleasured state to reflect a whole new kind of satisfaction, more motivation for the squirrel to keep going.

They sunk closer together, inch by inch, and Justin hadn't felt more full in his life. Lee wasn't even that big admittedly, the otter was a good bit bigger himself, and would be wondering exactly how the squirrel could take it all if his brain wasn't currently trying to process just what was going on behind him.

Finally, with a bit of a light thrust, the otter was hilted back against the squirrel. As he listened to his boyfriend's cute little moan and looked over his lover... something happened. Maybe a spark ignited, maybe something snapped, or maybe the squirrel came to his senses. For being the one who usually had his face in the pillows so he didn't wake up the next four city blocks, Lee was finally poised to dish out what he'd been taking and the desire was only really starting to grow during the act.

The moment Justin seemed recovered enough, Lee started to pull out, leading the otter to yip and hug a pillow. He'd been there for a couple of bottom's first times and while he'd always thought the action cute side by side, it was somehow ten times more adorable from the top down. The first real thrust was almost reflexive, it was like he had a brand new toy and wanted to see what he could make it do.

For being the toy in question, Justin was absolutely loving getting played with. Any doubt he'd had at the beginning was retroactively destroyed. Something about the particular fullness that having a real cock inside him brought was absolutely addictive, like he was always waiting for the next thrust before the last one was over. It was quite hard to communicate anything though, most of the things he wanted to say as the pace increased all but boiled down to a heartfelt: "More!"

By the time that the thrusting started in earnest, both of them were starting to have the time of their life. Something about being on top almost felt like a high for Lee, the command he had of the situation was almost intoxicating, making every single motion a new height for his pleasure. Downstairs, there was exactly one word that Justin could find to describe what he wanted and he was pleading for it every few seconds. Things were really starting to heat up, the soundscape changing from hushed whimpers to full on pleasured moaning.

From outside the door, it would sound like almost every other saturday night

The faster and deeper Lee thrusted, the harder his boyfriend gripped the pillow under him, occasionally moving out to grip the sheets after a particularly rough thrust. He was worried about possibly needing to slow down or stop, but the only thing the otter seemed to do in response was beg harder, his tail flagged as forward as it could go. He didn't even seem uncomfortable, so there didn't seem any harm in continuing at the same rough rate.

In what felt like no time, the pace changed from something rough and awkward to something honestly passionate. Both partners adapted to their roles quite well, with Lee's primal, almost unchecked thrusting only sending his shaft deeper into Justin than it had reached before, letting the otter buck back and moan to his heart's content. It was even wilder than their most passionate night had been, something about the little swap just felt so utterly right

In fact, everything was feeling more right than usual. Lee leaned in to the thrusts, pressing against his boyfriend's tail and driving himself in at a new angle. It made Justin absolutely lose his mind. The squirrel's cock ground against his prostate with every single thrust, making him reflexively shiver and tighten up, but he was finally worked enough for it not to matter. He was starting to react with a few different ways, his tail pressing back into the chest of the boy on top of him.

That wasn't to say a change in angle was the only tool in the squirrel's arsenal. He knew which button the otter had to pus, and he was going to try out every one of them. He started to massage Justin's hips and sides, slowly proceeding over all of his most sensitive spots, thrusting into him with a rather passionate rhythm. Each thrust was audible, wet friction mixed with the gentle impact of fur against fur. All this mixed with soft moans and the gentle creaking of the bed to make a rather perfectly lewd atmosphere.

The situation couldn't help but build up on itself with so much enjoyment on both sides. Lee was starting to get just a bit more single minded, his motions becoming more forceful and erratic, but not out of control. While this wasn't quite what he'd expect a first time to feel like, Justin certainly wasn't complaining. He was loving every single hilting the squirrel gave him, all the perfectly timed rubs to his sensitive spots... it was better than any sex other he'd had.

And for both of them, it was heading towards the climax. Lee's panting and grunting was waxing into full-on moaning. His cock was already twitching, dripping pre in preparation for the real deal. The otter under him almost couldn't believe he was already on the cusp of his second orgasam that night, normally he'd be vastly too exhausted after his first to even consider a second time. Still, he wasn't complaining... not that he'd have had time between his moans to get any words in anyways. If this was going to be anywhere near as good as the first time, he'd be overjoyed.

"Justin," the squirrel barely managed to pant out. "I'm gonna cum soon. Want me to pull out?"

Despite his incoherency, the otter managed to snap out of it just briefly enough to give a response, even if it was interspersed with gasps and mewls

"Don't... you... dare."

With a few more deep, forceful thrusts, Lee was firing his seed deep into Justin's tailhole, who was eagerly pressing back against the squirrel's hips. Only a little bit of grinding later and the otter was once again emptying his seed onto the bed...or he would be, if the fur topping him hadn't dipped his hand down to collect it. It took a few moments for them both to cool off, but once the otter was suitably cream-filled, they both collapsed forwards onto the bed.

A few ragged breaths later, and Justin found himself with a cum-covered hand in front of his face and a simple order.

"Clean up your mess."

It was actually a maneuver the otter had pulled himself, numerous times in fact. He absolutely knew that the squirrel presenting his own seed to him loved it to death, so without even bothering to question it, the otter giddily lapped up every last bit of himself off of Lee. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked the taste, but it made him feel so right he could care less about the flavor.

Past that, it was blissful, ernest silence until the afterglow finally wore off and the pair rolled to the side. It was almost reflex by this point, that after a nice, passionate session with one another the pair fell asleep still linked together. They even managed to have their usual, fluffy post-coital conversation.

"That was amazing..." Justin huffed, falling right into position as the little spoon. "Why didn't we try this earlier?"

"Because you're mister wear-the-pants-business owner, and I'm the club-squirrel that can pull off leggings," Lee retorted, kissing Justin's shoulder blade.

"I didn't look that bad... did I?" The squirrel couldn't help but giggle softly, petting his partner's side.

"Nah, you looked perfectly fine, but I usually think of that kind of stuff as something to show off your assets... who knows, maybe we could hit the gym together," Lee added with a wink.

Justin could only really blush in response, squirming just a little bit as he thought about going out of the house in the outfit he wore that day. He sighed and glanced back to Lee.

"Maybe, but I think first, we should try this again some other time."

"I think you mean from now on," the squirrel chuckled dirtily, tracing his fingers over the otter's hip, the tips gliding gently down before snapping the band of the otter's sock.

"Why's that?" He sounded the slightest bit worried, but at the same time, he couldn't help but think there was a real reason behind that statement.

"Because even if we're not in the stereotypical positions, I think that it might be a bit more fun for both of us to just be honest with ourselves. I'm pretty sure that was the best time either of us have ever had. Sure, we can go back to our old roles every so often and I'm not saying that either of us have to act any different... but the moment we're in the bedroom, I think it's pretty clear who's going to be wearing the pants from now on."

Justin shrugged and smiled as he drifted off. Lee was right, and that was just fine with him.