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Under the Lackadaisy Speakeasy, a duo of Felines hauled and moved crates back and forth in towards the tunnels underneath the establishment. Well, one did, whilst the other lounged against the back of the van, gun in hand, watching for anyone that might seek to take the goods.

The guard on duty was a particularly lean looking feline, and it was clear he was a little trigger happy. His yellow eyes were wide and alert, and his finger fidgeted on the gun, but never pressed down too hard on the trigger. It was a rather bland and basic Tommy Gun, and both of his hands were on it. He looked a little on edge, and it wasn't entirely his fault.

"Lighten up, huh, Freckle? We're going to be fine. Not very many people try to come and take Lackadaisy's goods, as you very well know. Our establishment is one of the highest renown, after all!" The other feline sauntered through and spoke as he walked, pausing mid-sentence and hoist up another one of the crates. The air was filled with the quiet clinking of bottles tapping together.

"God, shut up." Freckle muttered under his breath. The other liked to talk, almost a little too much, but he was always rather eccentric. The one carrying around the goods was Freckle's cousin, Rocky Rickaby, and he was well known for being just a little bit crazy. That was likely part of what made him so charismatic, but that wasn't necessarily the reason why Freckle hung around with him. In truth, Freckle was laid off of the police force, and this was a good way to get by whilst keeping close to his own relatives.

Rocky soon returned after placing down the crate within the other room, and hoisted up another, whistling to himself in a merry little tune that had a way of getting into Freckle's head. The ginger cat groaned and squeezed the bridge of his short, feline nose. Rocky never knew when to keep quiet, even when it was essential to do so. Freckle relaxed again and waited, his eyes scanning the street. No-one was around, but he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Ay, Freckle! Come in here!" Rocky called from the other room, and Freckle mildly jumped at his rather sudden outburst. The ginger cat slipped from his post and sighed, relaxing his gun arm as he padded over towards the room. He stepped into the doorway, and his eyes widened at the sight.

Rocky was, essentially, completely naked. His clothes lay in a heap on the floor and the feline sat spread-eagled, exposing his humanoid member and the balls hidden beneath. Rocky was a rich colouration of grey, black, and cream, giving him a particularly exotic-looking fur pattern that quite a few ladies would have liked to see. But Rocky? He seemed content to have his way with his own relatives, and Freckle was a special favourite of his. The ginger feline nervously peeked out towards the garage and then quickly shut the door, whirling around.

"Are you nuts?! I'm supposed to be on guard! Someone could come in at any minute!" Freckle was the one who often saw sense in their duo, but Rocky brushed him off this time, as he did every other time. He slipped from his perch and stepped across the room, letting his member swing left and right in a semi-hard state. The feline was leanly-built, much like his younger cousin, with a tucked-in stomach and reasonably manly features.

"No-one's going to know, my dear Freckle. I mean, really, not many people come through here at this time of night, and what are the odds that they're going to do it tonight, of all nights?" Rocky countered, and Freckle looked flustered.

"But the others--" Freckle began.

"The only other staff around are at the front, serving customers. Trust me, Freckle, we're fine. Are you saying you're not interested? I mean, usually, you're particularly, well...keen." Rocky pointed out as his finger lithely slipped down the Feline's figure, tracing along the front of his shirt as it descended lower and lower, towards his crotch. Rocky's finger hooked into the waistline of Freckle's belted pants, and he tugged him forwards. Freckle was somehow powerless to resist as a hand slipped behind his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Freckle wasn't sure what it was about Rocky that made him so...well, irresistible. Half of the time, he was utterly intolerable, but when he got romantic he was wholly attractive. Their lips moulded together, as if they were made for one-another, and the fiery passion that burned through them was palpable. Rocky's hand slid around and cupped the Feline's rear end, giving him a cheeky, flirtatious squeezed through his trousers.

Rocky pulled Freckle back, and they relaxed up against a large crate near the back of the room. Rocky's hands were already pulled at the ginger feline's clothes, unbuckling the straps of his dungarees and popping the buttons on his shirt. He parted the top, sliding the rough cotton down Freckle's lithe shoulders and down his arms, and Rocky's mouth descended. He peppered kisses against Freckle's neck and trailed his tongue delightfully across the feline's collarbone, making him shudder.

"Mmh, Rocky, then did you get so frisky?" Freckle asked, but he certainly wasn't complaining. The feline's mouth enveloped around the nub of the ginger cat's nipple, and his tongue rolled around the firmness of his nub with all the intent he could muster. Freckle quivered against him, his cheeks flushed, his upper teeth biting down on his bottom lip. His owns hands were roaming, stroking along Rocky's head and shoulders as he felt the feline's dexterous hands already popping the button on his trousers.

Freckle's pants unceremoniously fell to the floor without the straps on his shoulders to keep them up, and Freckle quickly threw his hands back to let the shirt slide from his body. Freckle was almost naked now, but for the particularly prominent bulge within his briefs that he wore, and Rocky's finger traced across it, feeling the way it twitched and throbbed. He repplied a little more pressure, curling his fingers around the aching, still clothed erection as he switch his mouth over to the other nipple. Freckle groaned under his breath, his member pulsing within his underwear from the stimulation.

"Can't let you have all the fun. C'mon." Rocky tugs at Freckle as his mouth departs from the feline's nipple, and he drags the Feline across the room. Around the back of some of the crates lay a rough cotton blanket spread across the floor, likely used to cover up some of the crates before. Rocky crawled down onto it and rolled onto his back, grinning knowingly up at the other Feline, who smirked a little in response.

Freckle normally wasn't up for putting on a show, but he at least felt the need to tease his cousin a little. He tucked his thumb into the waistband of his underwear and began to slowly slide it down, watching Rocky's expression as more and more of his erect member was exposed. With his cock pointing down, inch after inch of his member was shown the further his underwear lowered, until eventually, the waistband of his underwear slipped over the head of his cock. The humanoid member ceremoniously bounced up into view, sitting at a roughly 50 degree angle, pulsing weakly in the cool air. Rocky licked his lips and gestured for Freckle to get closer, and the feline finally obliged.

As he stepped closer, Rocky directed him, moving him this way and that until Freckle was eventually knelt over his cousin's body, facing the opposite direction. Rocky was greeted to the sight of Freckle's hanging balls and member, and Freckle could more or less see the same of Rocky's own, though he was looking from above. Slowly, the ginger feline lowered his body until the two laid out in a position fondly known as a '69'.

Rocky was near-ravenous, his tongue darting around Freckle's member, sliding up and down his cock as Freckle's own movements were methodical and well-timed, wanting to savour every inch he could get to. His hand curled around the base of Rocky's cock and kept it angled up as his tongue around the head of the member, feeling the glans swell and pulse against his warm flesh. He closed his eyes, bowing his head down as Rocky groaned beneath him, his heels scuffing against the floor.

Rocky opened his mouth and took Freckle's cock into his open maw, reaching a hand up and pushing the Feline's back end further down so that his member slid deeper and deeper into Rocky's mouth. Freckle let out a muffled groan and was forced to move his legs around to get into a comfier position, his cheeks flushed with arousal. His own head bobbed up and down on Rocky's member, suckling and slurping as he felt the cock pulsing and throbbing against the roof of his mouth. He couldn't even begin to tell how close Rocky was, but at least he knew he was doing it well.

The air was filled with the sounds of their hot, wet slurps and suckles, the wet sounds bouncing off of the walls, their humming groans audible from every part of the room. Freckle might have been anxious before about being caught, but now? He didn't even care.

They kept it up for a time, before Rocky suddenly pulled his head back, relinquishing the pressure he put on Freckle's behind and moving his head to the side. He was panting, his breathing heavily and laboured.

"I got a better idea," He began. "Get up."

Freckle did as he was told, too much in an arousal-driven state to argue. He hauled himself to his feet, and Rocky was quick to join him. The taller Feline's hands roamed across Freckle's body, before he turned him around and pushed him up against one of the waist-high crates nearby, subtly bending him over. Freckle heard the wet sound of Rocky covering his fingers in spittle, and then soon felt the digits lining up against his pucker. Rocky was always gentle with anal, and Freckle pushed his rear end out, letting out a heated groan as the other Feline's fingers slid themselves into his behind.

Rocky flexed his fingers back and forth, careful not to go overboard, and making sure that Freckle was well-lubed with spit before he did anything untoward. His fingers slid out, slowly, before plunging in again, making the ginger feline quiver and groan in ecstasy.

"You like that?" Rocky asked quietly, leaning up against Freckle's back as his free hand wormed it's way around the Feline's body, until his hand was curling firmly around the ginger cat's cock. Freckle let out a weak gasp and arched his back, giving Rocky plenty of room to press his lips against the feline's neck. His ginger cousin was so incredibly sensitive.

Slowly, Rocky pulled his fingers back, but quickly replaced them with the head of his member. He smeared his cock around the feline's entrance, before he slowly began to push. Freckle was just about used to Rocky's antics by now, at least enough to take his member without much discomfort. His innards squeezed down around the Feline's cock the deeper it sank, and Rocky tightened his grip of Freckle's member, leaning in close. He pulled his hips back, and began to thrust.

Where the air was once filled with the quiet, suckling sounds of mouths, it was now replaced by the brutal wet slaps of Rocky's hips bouncing back and forth off of his cousin's behind. Their sex was passionate, heated, and ferocious. Each thrust made Freckle gasp and groan with gusto, and every other thrust was accompanied by Rocky's jerking hand on the feline's member, coaxing his younger cousin further and further to climax. Freckle pushed his hips back as fast as he could, feeling Rocky's mouth kissing along his neckline.

"O-Oh god..." A shaky groan escaped Freckle's mouth as he suddenly felt a twinge in his loins, an inescapable pressure that was growing tighter and tighter with each passing second. The head of his member pulsed and throbbed as Rocky's fingers danced over his cock, dragging his foreskin back and forth and coaxing his fingers over the edge of the glans with each clumsy, sloppy pump. It was enough to send Freckle over the edge.

The feline rolled his head back and a groan escaped his lips as he suddenly orgasmed. Rocky's jerking hand was soon greeted to the thick, wet globs of cum that spurted from the end of Freckle's cock, splattering the front of the crate and dribbling down between his legs. His inner muscles spasmed and flexed over Rocky's member. The taller, grey-furred feline gritted his teeth and slowed his movements on Freckle's pulsing member, as his own hips sped up. The gripping around his cock was nice and snug, and he wanted to take advantage of it.

It didn't take him long. As he pounded and thrust into Freckle's behind, he already began to feel the pleasure building and building, the tight squeezing of his cousin's ass coaxing him to his limit. He eventually moved his hand off of Freckle's cock and gripping his hands around the feline's hips, steadying him as he began to thrust with even more gusto, tipping himself over the edge.

He rolled his hips, slowly, into the ginger feline's behind, just as he was about to orgasm. He drew it out for as long as possible, keeping himself just on the edge so that he could feel the intense, burning ache of pleasure swarming through his system, until it eventually tipped over. He sighed out in pure coital bliss, his cock pulsing powerfully and pumping thick, sticky globules of cum into the feline's behind, seeping down into his most intimate flesh. Freckle leant down against the crate, panting tiredly, his insides squeezing and gripping happily around Rocky's member.

"Phew...damn. That was good. Real good. I could do with a drink." Rocky sighed, leaning over Freckle, his member still inside him, to ease the top off one of the crates he'd brung in earlier. He fished his fingers inside and heaved out two small bottles. He cracked the top against one of the crates in such an angle that the bottlecap flew off the end, and he brung it to his lips. It wasn't good stuff, and definitely not 'top shelf' material, but the sickly feeling of booze running through his throat was enough to sate him.

"Hey, you can't be drinking that. Don't you have to pay for it?" Freckle asked, tilting his head back, and Rocky shrugged.

"They'll take it out of my cut. Besides, it tastes cheap. But, it'll do." He brung it to his lips again and downed another few hefty swigs of the brew, before he wiped his mouth. He slid his hips back and his cum-coated member withdrew from Freckle's behind, a small dribble of cum seeping down between the feline's legs.

"...Fine." Freckle gave up trying to take the moral high ground, and he took a bottle for himself, cracking it open and downing a plentiful portion of the booze for himself. Rocky was right, it was cheap. That meant it wouldn't take long for the two of them to get drunk off of it.

That was, indeed, the case. By the time the two of them had gotten through 4 bottles a piece, they were already brutally tipsy, almost to the point of being completely drunk. They didn't partake in much conversation, and spent most of that time just drinking and giggling to one-another about something benign. Freckle eventually finished his 4th bottle and laid it on the floor with the others, lightly staggering on his fight. He grinned over at Rocky, who was laying down on the blanket he'd set out, caring little for his nudeness. To be fair, neither of them were.

Freckle stepped forwards until he was standing over Rocky, who looked at him with a rather confused expression. Freckle smirked, slowly raising up one foot and curling his toes in the air. Rocky tilted his head and a wicked grin spread across his face.

"What're you doin', huh?" Rocky asked, but he didn't need to be told, for he was shown. Slowly, Freckle placed his paw down against the other feline's member, curling his toes underneath the cock and trapping it between two of them, slowly sliding his foot up and down. Rocky groaned quietly under his breath, watching with delight as blood pumped to his member, and the cock grew steadily harder and harder from the stimulation.

Freckle slowly crouched down and took a seat in front of his cousin, if only so he could bring his other foot into the mix. He pressed the soles of his feet firmly against Rocky's half-hard member and felt the twitching erection between his paws, the throbbing heat seeping through his fur and into his skin. He slowly worked his feet up and down, curling his toes around the girth of the member until the claws touched on either side. The crease between his toes and the main part of his sole nestled comfortable up against the foreskinned member, and the tension forced the skin up and down, coaxing Rocky to full hardness within a matter of moments.

It helped that Rocky's member was already still lightly wet from all the cum and pre-cum from before, but it was steadily joined by more pre-cum, with thanks to Freckle's stimulation. As his toes and feet worked up and down, they were quickly sticky with oozing, sticky precum, which he used to slid around the entire member, making sure every inch was coated in the sticky substance. It made for easy movements as he slid his feet around, occasionally pushing the cock between his toes and making Rocky groan in delight.

Of course, Freckle had never considered to go to beyond foreplay, and much to Rocky's dismay, Freckle eventually stopped. He withdrew his feet and crawled up onto his knees, sidling back towards Rocky with his back facing the other feline, until his rump nestled up against Rocky's throbbing member. As the grey-furred feline was about to reach up and take the reigns, Freckle slapped his hands down. He grinned cheekily, giving Rocky a sideways glance as he slowly leant forwards. Propping himself up on his hands, he rolled his hips back and reached a hand back to hold Rocky's member, coaxing the head of his cock against the ginger feline's already used behind.

His ass quickly swallowed up the member without much complain, and an audible groan escaped Freckle's lips as he sunk his rear end down onto Rocky's cock, sliding deep and deeper, until Rocky was fully hilted inside of him. Freckle wriggled his hips back and forth, getting comfortable as he arched his hips back. Slowly, he raised his hips up, and slammed them down, letting out a small gasp. Rocky's eyes widened in delight, but he didn't put a hand on his cousin, since Freckle was so keen to take the lead.

Slowly, Freckle began in on a steady rhythm, bouncing atop his cousin's lap as the member slid in and out of him, over and over. The noise in the grew quickly grew audible as Freckle's slightly drunken moans, coupled with the wet slaps of his ass bouncing off of Rocky's pelvis, filled the room. The grey-furred feline rolled his head back and sighed in complete and utter bliss. He wished Freckle was like this more often, but deep down, Rocky knew he liked taking the lead.

"Sorry." He prematurely apologised, and Freckle looked a little confused at first. Then, Rocky grabbed Freckle, wrapping his arms around the Feline's waist as he rolled onto his side, taking the ginger feline with him. Freckle struggled at first and made some particularly audible complaints. Rocky slid back, withdrawing from Freckle's behind, much to the Feline's dismay, and the ginger cat rolled onto his back as Rocky got onto his knees.

"What'd you do that for?" The cat's speech was ever so slightly slurred as he glared up at his cousin, who all but beamed down at him.

"For this." Rocky leant down and hoisted Freckle's behind up a little, before he angled himself and entered his cousin once more. Freckle let out a small groan, but his expression still looked a little irritable. Rocky didn't seem to mind it that much, reaching down and lifting up one of the feline's legs so that he could bring Freckle's paw to his face. He closed his eyes and pressed his mouth against the slightly sticky foot, worming his tongue between the toes as he embedded his cock firmly inside Freckle's behind.

He began in on a steady rhythm of thrusting as Freckle grunted beneath him, looking slightly flutered. His toes wriggled and squirmed from the assault of Rocky's tongue, but the feline's fleshy appendage was surprisingly dexterous, managing to catch his toes and suckle on them profusely as he thrust. His free hand held firmly onto Freckle's hip, keeping him steady as his cock slid in and out of his cousin's behind, his balls slapping off of the feline's ass.

Faster and faster he thrust as his tongue slid up and down Freckle's foot, kissing his sole and suckling on his toes. Pre-cum oozed from the end of his member into Freckle's behind, making his movements easier with each passing second. Freckle panted and groaned quietly under his breath with each thrust, closing his eyes and gently squirming. His own member was half-hard, pulsing weakly against his stomach.

Rocky soon felt his pleasure building up once more, and he removed his focus from licking Freckle's foot so that he could really go at it. He kept Freckle's leg up high, letting the ankle rest of his shoulder as he leant forwards, thrusting his hips with a little more power and a little more swing. Freckle let out quiet gasps with each thrust, his eyes rolling up as Rocky's member pushed against his prostate as just the right angle.

"F-Fuck, Rocky..." Freckle groaned out, swearing despite his catholic upbringing, and Rocky brought a free hand up to the ginger feline's member, giving his cock a teasing squeeze. Rocky's thrusts were slowly growing irregular as his breathing grew laboured. Freckle knew he was close.

Suddenly, Rocky let out a low, guttural groan, closing his eyes as his cock pumped a second load of thick, viscous cum into the feline's behind. String after string shot into Freckle's ass as Rocky's balls tucked themselves up against the Feline's body. Freckle could feel each convulsion, each pulse of his cousin's cock, and he loved every second of it.

The two of them pant and heave in post-coital bliss, their bodies humming with a delicious symphony of pleasurable sensations, made only better by the booze running through their systems. Rocky slowly pulls back and rolls onto his back, heaving a long, blissful sigh, and Freckle does the same after a moment or two.

"Am I interrupting something?"

The stark contrast of a suave, laid-back force snaps the two back to reality, and even in his drunken state, Freckle knew he was fucked. He immediately sat upright and his eyes centered on the voice: Dorian Zibowski, a local at Lackadaisy and friend to Mitzi. Freckle quickly attempts to hide himself in some way, and ultimately defers to grabbing the corner of the blanket to cover his shame. Rocky doesn't even seem mildly bothered by 'Zib's' appearance, waving over at him with a cheeky grin.

"You're lucky it was just me, and not someone else. Aren't you meant to be working? Get the rest of those crates in." Zib suggested with an indifferent wave of his hand, and Freckle bolts to action, quickly grabbing his clothes and scrabbling to get dressed. Rocky does the same, but in a much slower, untimely fashion.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so--" Freckle began in on a panicking spiral of apologies, but all Zib had to do was put a hand on his shoulder.

"Relax, Freckle. Next time, just...either don't listen to your idiot of a Cousin, or save it for off-company property." He suggests, and Freckle meekly nods, tugging his trousers on and slipping on his shirt. Zib turns to Rocky, who had decided to lean against a crate and watch, still fully in the nude.

"...My door's always open. I hope you haven't forgotten." Zib subtly hinted, but didn't say anything else to explain. He slowly reached up and tipped the top of his head, before he turned and stepped out of the room and back into the garage. Rocky snickered to himself and tugged on his underwear.

"Alright, c'mon, Freckle. Best get the rest of these crates in. It's getting dark. Then maybe you can I can go and do something fun? Hit the town? Have a drink? Go back to my place? Et cetera?" Rocky grinned from cheek to cheek, and Freckle watched him for a moment, before rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah, fine." He mumbled, and the two stepped back out into the garage, heading back to work before it got too dark.