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Bass thumps leeched through the brick walls of the club in front of Warren, accenting the brightness of the neon sign atop them in an almost poetic way. The building itself was a nightclub, a smaller one, but definitely not a hole in the wall sort of place, as could be seen from the clientele walking in and out of its doors. The men all looked either dressed up like escorts or in nice suits, with plenty of class involved in both. The Ninth, as the club was named, wasn't actively marketed as a gay club, but a quick look inside could clear up any misconceptions about that in an instant. Warren took a couple deep breaths and straightened his outfit a bit, making sure he was properly presentable before walking up. Anxiety was strong in his blood as the bass rolled through the street and up his legs, as if challenging his every step. The whole experience was bound to be a bit intimidating, he supposed, but he was trying hard not to let that ruin his first time at a place like this. The otter took his place in line and waited as it inched forward, keeping his breathing even and letting the worry fade away.

Once up to the bouncer, he flourished a bit, letting the large tiger give him a look over. He didn't have a reservation of any kind, but he figured this place wasn't that strict in the end, only classy enough to keep it from turning into a shitshow. The tiger eyed the otter's choice of clothing, which was incredibly flamboyant: leg and arm warmers, a shirt that exposed all of his stomach, and even a little skirt to top it off. The tiger chuckled a bit as he took the kid's ID, checking his age before letting him through. He could tell this was new blood, and he knew exactly what was going to happen to him. Hell, maybe he'd even try to snag a piece of this one. Warren paid the bouncer no mind after getting the card back, however, instead trotting inside excitedly, obviously enamored with the lights and music of the club's fantastic interior. His eyes quickly scanned across the main room of the club, getting a general idea of the floor plan as he slowly made his way to the dance floor in the middle. He wasn't too interested in drinking, so dancing was the only real other thing he could have come to do. Carefully weaving through the crowd out onto the floor, Warren found himself suddenly adrift in a deep sea of bodies, all active and moving in time to the music. The otter felt a bit of relief wash over him as he let himself fade into the crowd, quickly syncing up to the beat as it pounded against his chest.

Curious hands and hips brushed against him as Warren followed the steady, rapid rhythm, but he hardly noticed them at all, instead still letting his body rock and bounce along with the moshing mass around him. Song after song passed and the otter was completely lost in the music, rolling himself into the life of the crowded floor around him. It wasn't until someone was adamant about getting a nice handful of him that he was wrenched out of the trance. As he turned to look though, the hand fell away, staying only long enough for him to see its coarsely-furred, black fingers sink back into the crowd. Stopping for a moment, Warren went to the ends of his toes, struggling against his diminutive stature to get a read of the people around him, but to little gain. The otter sighed to himself and decided to retire for a bit. It wasn't too bad of an idea anyways, he thought, his thirst and other urges returning alongside his presence of mind.

The bartender eyed the otter a bit oddly as he ordered, but dropped ice in a glass and filled it with water, then passed it to him. Warren wasn't quite sure if the odd look was for ordering water, or how he was dressed, but he resolved to not let it bother him. The bartender shuffled off down the line after someone else caught his attention, and Warren turned away, starting to sip his water. He wanted to drink it down quick so he could get back to the dance floor, but midway through it, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and met eyes with the bartender once more. The man pushed a glass of some dark drink towards him, then said something about it being a gift. His words were mostly lost to the droning music, but Warren caught the word "gift" and saw the man point down the bar to another patron. A large jackalope sat at the far end, raking his gaze up and down the otter. Warren gave the glass another look and downed the rest of his water. He took the drink up, with no intention of even tasting it, and made his way over to the large horned hare.

The man looked on eagerly as the otter trotted over to him slowly, shifting back and forth on the barstool. Warren felt a bit of his anxiety return as the hare's heavy gaze drug across his body, making him feel a bit dirty. He drew close enough to actually speak to the jackalope, which was much, much closer than he felt comfortable with right now, but it was the nature of the beast in a club like this.

"Thank you for the gift, but I don't drink." Warren said loudly, managing to overpower the music enough for the man to hear him. "I didn't want to waste it or anything." The hare gave a deep chuckle and nodded, gingerly taking the drink and gulping it down.

"There, no waste!" The jackalope said. "My name's Strider, could I maybe give that gift in a different way?" Warren bit back his skepticism for a moment, then nodded.

"Warren." The otter replied, his eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "You have something in mind?"

"You seem like a pretty good dancer, you mind sharing the floor for a bit?" A grin drew across Strider's face as he spoke. "I should warn you that I'm a bit handsy though." Warren looked at him oddly, then down at the hare's hands.

"Oh, that was you?" Warren smirked a little bit, not quite realizing the message that might send. A bit of payback touching would be in order, he thought before replying. "Yeah, sure, but I might want to warn you about the same thing." The jackalope chuckled again and stood, towering over Warren by a solid foot, maybe more.

"You don't need to warn me about something like that, kid." He said, holding his hand out. Warren took it and led them back out to the floor, catching the last bit of a song as they looked around for a decently clear spot. Strider immediately began making himself comfortable as they stepped out onto the dance floor, placing a heavy hand right on Warren's ass. The otter narrowed his eyes at the hare, but the unrepentant smirk that stared back at him told him he'd just hear something about "guiding his hips" or some such other lame excuse, so he just rolled his eyes and returned the favor, getting a heavy handful of the horned rabbit's firm ass. An outside observer might have thought the mustelid insane to try to exercise that kind of reach on a man so much bigger than him, and they'd be right. Keener eyes would have noticed that Strider wasn't just eyeing him, but rather picking him apart like a predator to a prey.

"What, no line about that?" The otter shouted over the music as they let go of each other and started to dance. "You gonna just let me grab your ass like it's nothing?" Strider chuckled again, a habit that Warren was quickly noticing might be a signature of his.

"Relax, kid." The hare said, scooping the otter into a shallow swing, easily carrying his weight with one arm before setting him back down without losing a step of rhythm. "It's not all power plays, you know. Some of us are here for fun."

"Uh-huh, fun and what... hitting on new guys?" Warren shot back as he pressed closer to the hare, feeling how his whole body carried the beat of the music.

"Fun and fucking, kid." Strider replied, his tone as if it were the most obvious thing. "What did you think I was after, cuddling and a movie?" Warren's eyes widened a bit, but he fought the surprise back, trying to tell himself that it should have been completely clear what was going on. Strider was just a hair too observant to miss that, but didn't say another word. Not wanting to appear the fool, Warren doubled down and pressed closer, nearly flattening his whole chest against the broad hare.

"Oh, well, of course." He said with little conviction, but gaining more and more as each word left his mouth. "So, are we gonna?" Strider looked down at him oddly.

"What, fuck?" The jackalope chuckled and shook his head. "Kinda new to this whole flirting thing, aren'tcha kid?" Warren blushed and hid his face, now just clinging to the hare, stopping both of them still in the middle of the dancefloor.

"That obvious?" The younger male asked bashfully.

"You might as well have been screaming 'new in town'." Strider said, leading them off the floor to clear space for other dancers. "A worse guy would have taken more advantage by now." Warren arched an eyebrow and looked up at him.

"Worse than you? I gotta meet this guy." The otter said playfully, momentarily forgetting his shame.

"There ya go, no need to get all shy on me." Strider said with a smile as he stroked a thumb across the otter's cheek, making him blush hard. "You got a really sweet smile, kid." Warren giggled a bit, embarrassed by the compliment.

"You know..." He started, hiding his face again and muttering against the hare's broad chest. "Offer's still open..." Strider arched an eyebrow now, not sure if he heard what he thought he did.

"You still want to? I thought that was a bluff." Warren blushed again, giving the jackalope a squeeze.

"Maaaaaybe." He cooed. "And maaaybe it's not a bluff anymore."

"Oh, really?" Strider said with a smirk. Warren took his hand and started padding away, leading him further into the club.

"Yes, really." The otter said as they walked into the bathroom. Warren picked out the best looking stall and stepped inside, then tugged Strider in with him before closing and locking the door. The hare grinned wider as he heard the mechanism click and reached back for his wallet, slipping a wrapped condom out.

"You sure you want this?" Strider asked seriously, holding the condom up in clear view for both of them. The otter felt his face grow hotter than before and nodded eagerly.

"Yeah... I am." He said, taking the condom and ripping open the package. The otter knelt in front of his large new friend and pressed against his thighs, making him fall back against the door, then set to undoing the jackalope's pants. As his hands grazed over the tight denim, he felt a heavy tension behind it; clearly he'd lucked out on his first try, not that he'd know that for a bit. Strider sighed in relief when the zipper came down, granting him a mild release, but there was still his briefs to contend with. Warren's eyes grew hungry, as did his hands, and he began peeling the jeans down, greedily revealing more of the larger man's bulge. The tightly packaged cock and balls hung out of Strider's open pants, heavy and warm in both temperature and scent. Warren felt his embarassment fully give way to his lust, and hooked a finger into the briefs, tugging them down and letting the thick cock unfurl in front of his face and loosing a second sigh from the lagomorph.

'The mustelid was in awe. He was a virgin still, although that was clearly soon to change, but he knew a fat dick when he saw one. His eyes darted between the swaying, hot meat and the condom in his hand. The otter bit his lip with anticipation and darted his eyes several more times before looking back up to Strider, who was looking down at him expectantly.

"You okay down there?" He asked, teasing the smaller male a bit. "First time?" Warren nodded, then bit down harder on his lip.

"Yeah, but..." He hesitated, briefly wondering if he should ask what he was about to. A heavy pulse throbbing through Strider's cock made him brave, though, so he spoke again. "Is it okay if I... suck it first?" Strider let out his seemingly trademark chuckle.

"Well, how the hell can I turn down that offer?" He said, smiling genuinely and laying his hand on Warren's head affectionately. "Yeah, you can, I promise I'm clean. Condom goes on after though, rules are rules and all that." Warren nodded and smiled eagerly, bringing his hand up to lift the heavy girth pouring out of Strider's pants. A quick bounce in his palm told the otter that, yes, it was actually that big. The otter kissed the tip and pressed his palm to the hare's hip, using his thumb to brace the cock upright, then started gently licking the head. The hare let out a low groan, rumbling into a sort of growl and gripped the tops of the stall walls, straining his hands from the intense sensation. The otter smiled to himself, realizing that now he was the one in a position to tease. Lust overrode that desire though, and a second later he slurped the whole head into his mouth, then started sinking towards the base. The lagomorph fought the urge to call out in pleasure, even though he knew no one would care. With every inch that disappeared into the otter's mouth, that urge grew more and more impossible to suppress, until finally, the light gag that Warren made when the tip brushed the back of his throat set the hare off.

"Ah, fuck!" He said loudly, his cock throbbing inside Warren's mouth. "I thought you were a virgin! What, does sucking dick not count anymore?" The otter smirked around the cock and swirled his tongue a couple times, slicking up his partner, then pulled away and curled his hand around Strider's balls.

"Oh, I am, I just have some toys back home and a lot of free time." The otter said with a wink, squeezing and rolling the hare's balls around in his palm, earning him a few moans. "You don't start playing a game before you know the rules, right?"

"Guess so..." Strider replied, already exasperated. A virgin showing him up like that wasn't how he expected the night to start, but he was hardly going to complain. "I'm getting your number before you leave though. If this is anything to go off of, I'm gonna want to see you again."

"Mmmm, plenty of night left before then, though." Warren said with a giggle, rolling the condom neatly over Strider's cock before standing back up. "Your turn." The otter swayed his hips side to side, flourishing his skirt a bit and making the hare's eyes flash with desire.

"Mmmgh, yeah." He said, planting his his hands on the otter's hips. "Plenty." A soft squeeze made a wave of reassurance roll through the otter, bleeding off some of his nervous tension. Strider smiled, then slid one of his hands down Warren's thigh, feeling the smooth fabric of the tights he was wearing, how they clung to his body so nicely. Pushing his hand back up, the hare's hand disappeared beneath the mustelid's skirt, gliding over to the bulge in the front of it. Another squeeze followed, and comfort was suddenly the last thing on Warren's mind. The bulge swelled, filling Strider's palm warmly. The older male caressed Warren gently with his thumb, making him harden up even more, until he was at full mast, then the hare hooked the same thumb into the hem of the tights and tugged them midway down Warren's thighs, freeing him from the suffocating confines of the nylon and tenting his skirt out.

"Please... touch it more." Warren whimpered softly, unsure whether or not to be bashful about what he was asking. The lust that drove him was only narrowly overpowering his hesitance, but nevertheless it did win out. Strider acquiesced and carefully curled his hand around the otter's smooth, hard cock, then slowly rocked back and forth, teasing a drip of precum to his tip.

"First time should be special." Strider said, his tone calm and sincere. "Others in here might not get that, but I do." Squeezing Warren's hip one more time, Strider made certain to meet eyes with his partner before he pushed the tights further off, letting the otter step out of them. When he went to undo the skirt, though, Strider stopped him.

"I can take it off, it's fine." Warren said, confused. Strider shook his head and smirked a little bit.

"Nah, keep it on. It's cute." The otter blushed hard, unused to compliments like that from a relative stranger. It felt more familiar than he expected though, and he just nodded in reply, letting the hare continue. Strider took his turn to kneel, flatting his hand against the otter's tense, firm stomach. His fingers fanned out against Warren's smooth, slick fur as his short muzzle disappeared under the otter's skirt, and Warren found himself met with yet more surprise. Instead of wrapping his lips around his partner's cock, Strider opted for a different approach, rather popping one of the otter's balls into his mouth and giving it a soft tug with his lips. Warren let out a light moan which grew harshly in pitch when the hare began to lightly squeeze the orb with his teeth. Strider was careful, to say the least, and he knew this was more than a gamble to try cold, but Warren's response was more than enough to warrant continuing. His tugs grew rougher, slowly, and Warren's hands flew to the hare's head, his fingers biting into his partner's scalp.

"Fuck, fuck FUCK." Warren called out, not caring that he was starting to shout. "Please, please Strider. Now. I need you, I need it!" The jackalope dropped his partner's sack from his mouth and smirked wider, then rose and pushed Warren down onto the toilet behind him. The otter planted his feet on the stall door, baring himself to the hare, who drew close and got to his knees, guiding his cock to the otter's ass.

"This?" Strider teased. "This what you're wanting?" His hips pressed in, and his cock head found the otter's tailhole easily. He sunk in slowly, but he could tell that Warren was no stranger to having things up his ass. Nevertheless, he kept his pace slow, partly out of a desire to tease, and partly out of wanting to savor the feeling. Their hips grew closer and closer together, and Strider began to lean over Warren, pressing his chest against his partner's when he was able. The otter's eyes were shut tight, but snapped open when he felt warmth on his lips. Strider was kissing him, and very gently at that. Invigorated, Warren's hands latched onto the hare's head once more, pulling him in forcefully, deepening the kiss. His grip was undeterred until Strider was finally hilted inside him and Warren finally let the kiss break. The jackalope locked eyes with the otter, his expression soft and inviting.

"I told you, first time should be special." He whispered. "Is it?" Warren's hands drifted down to Strider's back and his arms tightened around the hare.

"Yes." Warren replied in a hushed voice. "More than I ever thought it would be."

"Good. It's not over yet though." Warren nodded, keeping his hold tight as Strider drew his hips back, then thrust back in, feeling the otter's walls caress him the entire way. The hare kept on, thrusting again and again, building a pace and forcing soft pants from the otter, whose eyes were shut tight once more. An incredible heat filled Warren's stomach, his whole body seeming to squeeze down on the length pushing into him, and his own cock dripped sticky precum, trapped between their taut stomachs. The heat built and built as Strider's rhythm quickened, his thrusts growing rougher and more vigorous with every passing second. Warren's panting had all but disappeared, now replaced with grunts and moans, the high pitched cries bouncing off of the metal walls of the stall, which themselves groaned back as Warren pressed harder with his feet on the stall door. Strider had kept quiet for most of his performance, but soon found himself unable to suppress a primal grunt or growl here and there, which drove Warren up the wall even more. Their back and forth escalated further and further, each feeding into the other, until Warren flung his hands to Strider's hips and stopped him mid-thrust. His eyes opened and found the hare, confused, right in front of him.

"Something wrong?" The jackalope panted, his breathing a bit ragged by now.

"No! Not at all, but..." Warren winced, feeling conflicted, but forcing himself to speak after a moment. "You can take it off... if you want, I mean."

"Take what off?" Strider asked, even more confused.

"The... the condom." Warren said, closing his eyes and blushing so hard that the hare could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I want to feel it in me. The cum. Your cum."

"Warren..." Strider started, trying very hard not to just indulge him outright, despite his deep urge to.

"You said you're clean. I trust you. And you know I'm clean." Warren said, his lust overcoming his anxiety yet again. "I... I really want this. Really fucking bad. Please?" Strider shut his eyes for a moment and groaned, fighting himself. A few seconds later, his face relaxed, and his eyes met the otter's yet again.

"Fine." He said, conviction strong in his voice. "But you have to do something for me then." The otter cocked his head, his ears perked.

"Oh?" Warren replied, curious. "I mean, I don't have a lot of experience, but I'll try a lot of stuff. What did you have in mind?"

"Let me take you to dinner later." Warren's expression went blank for a moment, but Strider's never shifted.

"What?"

"You heard me. Dinner. Tomorrow, or the next day, whenever you're free."

"I... did you... what?"

"I want more of this." Strider said, his tone softening. "I come here a lot, get laid a lot, but I want something that means something. This might just be a hookup, but hell, it feels like something, and I want more. What about you?" The otter narrowed his eyes for a fraction of a second, then nodded.

"A-alright, yeah."

"Really? You want to?"

"I think so, yeah." Warren said, still a bit shaky. "I feel what you mean. It feels special. I like it, a lot." Strider sighed and slid out of his partner.

"Holy shit," The hare said, rolling off the condom. "I didn't expect that to actually work."

"You're more special than you let on, Strider." Warren said warmly, smiling up at the hare. "I'm surprised you didn't find someone else first."

"Special usually doesn't show up in a night club, kid." He replied, pressing his bare tip back into the otter's loose, soft hole. Groans spilled from both of them as the hare pushed back in, and a new warmth surged inside the otter. His arms tightened around Strider much, much tighter than before, driven by the intense, intimate sensation he felt from the naked cock inside him. Strider took no delay in getting back up to speed, instead railing his hips in quicker now than before and bringing them both right back up to the brink.

"Striderrrrrr..." Warren groaned loudly. "If you keep going like thaaAAT, I'm going to cum really quick." The hare took Warren by the shoulders and gripped him tight, using the leverage to drive into him faster and harder.

"Good." He growled. "Get it all over that nice, tight stomach of yours, and I'll lick it off when I'm done." Warren whimpered, tensing up as the hare spoke. Strider wasn't far from the edge either, but knew he could hold out long enough to see this through. The hare felt his rhythm starting to grow ragged, with the otter beneath him doing little to help with his howling moans and overwhelmed squirming. His cock began to throb harder and harder as his orgasm came dangerously close, but he held as strong as he could. Finally though, Warren broke, his body tensing completely stiff and his cock shooting warm strands of cum out between their bodies. The hare growled with lust and let his own flood loose, driving his hips against the otter's one last time before spilling his seed into Warren's gut. The otter groaned softly, too exhausted to do anymore, but felt euphoric with each shot of hot cum that painted his walls. The heat built, warming his stomach nicely as the hare fell into him, pushing him up so they could both rest their legs.

Strider recovered a bit quicker than the otter, who was still quivering when the hare pulled out of him, letting a drip of cum follow him and trail down the slick fur of Warren's ass. The older male shakily slid his body down his partner's and matched his promise, lightly dragging his tongue over Warren's tight stomach, mopping up the otter's seed with a tired enthusiasm. After savoring the taste for a moment, Strider swallowed and scooped his partner up, sitting down on the toilet and resting the otter on his lap. Warren looked up at the hare, smiling wide when he saw the protective look in Strider's eyes.

"Thank you." Warren whispered up to him, tucking his head against Strider's chest. Strider just smiled, content to sit for a while, and stroked up and down the otter's back slowly. A while after, he carefully stood up and set Warren on his feet, then bent down to fetch the discarded tights from earlier and handed them to the otter.

"You'll probably need these." He said, teasing the otter just a bit more. His thoughts drifted as Warren clothed himself, and a question sprung to his mind. "You have a ride? I can take you home if you want."

"Took a taxi." Warren explained. "Bit of a drive though, I can grab one home if you want." Strider shook his head and opened the stall door, letting the otter walk out before following him.

"Nah, I'll save you the fare. Where do you live?"

"Dorm room on campus, about thirty minutes away." Strider hummed to himself as they walked out of the bathroom and checked his watch. It was late, or rather, closer to early now.

"You worried about waking anyone up?" The hare asked. "I only live about ten minutes from here, you can stay with me for the night if you want. I imagine it'd be more comfortable than a dorm bed anyways." Warren thought for a moment, exiting the club into the nighttime street, quiet save for the pulse of the music behind him.

"I guess. Not like I have classes tomorrow."

"Good. Glad I can give you a decent bed." Strider lead them out to his car, parked a short walk away from the club, in a neighboring parking lot. Unlocking the car, he hopped in and started it up, seeing Warren get in on the other side. Strider backed out and drove out onto the road and set off towards his apartment. The drive was silent for a few seconds, then Warren spoke up.

"Soooo..." He began, making Strider arch a curious eyebrow. "What made me so special?"

"Well," Strider said, his eyes never leaving the road. "I've never caught feelings during a hookup before. Was just different, I guess."

"You seemed pretty sure of it in the moment, though, and it's not like we talked much before you got me into the bathroom." The otter was curious now, interested in teasing out Strider's intentions. He'd not had much experience in dating, but anyone could tell this was a bit of an odd scenario to say the least.

"It's a date, Warren, not a proposal. That's kind of the entire point, to find out if we like each other more." Strider said, making the otter blush at such an obvious answer. "At the very least, I'd be stupid as hell to let fresh ass like you walk away from me. I mean, shit, you might find out that other guys have bigger dicks than I do. What do I do then?" Warren giggled a bit and spotted Strider's free hand on the console of the car, as he was only using one to steer. The otter dared a bit and curled his hand over the hare's hand, lightly tugging it across to his side, then rested his head on Strider's forearm.

"Well, as for why I gave in so easily..." Warren said, "You were very sweet to me, and that's something I've never really found in another guy, especially not one who has no real reason for it. So I guess there's at least a grain of truth in your whole "connection" speech." Strider grinned to himself, stroking the otter's chest a bit with his thumb.

"I pride myself on always being at least two percent right, and that's a guarantee."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." Warren said with a giggle as they turned into Strider's complex. The hare navigated the dark parking lot and found his spot, pulling in and parking the car. Before getting out, he looked down at Warren, still sweetly caressing his arm, and felt his heart melt on the spot. Maybe a bit more than two percent right, this time, he thought, then reluctantly drew his arm away from the otter and got out of the car. He walked around to Warren's side and opened the door for him, and the otter smiled warmly as he rose to his feet. Strider locked the car and the pair strode off to the nearest building, climbing the stairs to the second floor.

"Finally home." The hare said as he unlocked the door and walked into the dark apartment. "Sorry for any mess, bachelor life, I'm sure you understand." The light flicked on and Warren eyed his surroundings a bit, finding them surprisingly clean for a single man's apartment, and noticed Strider retreating further into the room, down a hallway.

"Bedroom's that way, I assume?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Strider said, blushing a bit. "I don't entertain guests... well, ever, really. It's just through this door, bathroom's across from it."

"You gonna fuck me in that one too?" Warren teased as he followed the hare.

"Only if you ask me to." Warren blushed a bit, finding himself instantly imagining that, then shook his head a bit and looked around the room. The bedroom was sparse, and a bit small, but the bed was easily large enough for two. At that moment, Warren realized he didn't really see anywhere else to sleep, save for the couch. He supposed the bed would do fine though, as long as Strider was in it too.

"Soooo, we're sharing the bed?"

"I mean, I can take the couch outside."

"No no no." Warren said quickly, before realizing he'd shown his hand.

"Okay, guess we're sharing the bed, then." Strider smirked back at the otter, who was blushing hard yet again. His blush grew deeper when Strider started stripping out of his clothes and pitching them in a nearby hamper.

"Um..."

"I hope you weren't expecting me to sleep in those clothes." Strider said plainly. "Or that I was going to have you sleep in yours. You can borrow some shorts and a shirt if you want, unless you sleep nude or something." Warren just nodded and Strider tossed him a set of clothes as he hiked some shorts on himself. When the hare turned back to face him, the otter caught sight of his exposed chest, raking his eyes over the light, toned muscle and flat stomach. His face betrayed his thoughts, but Strider just smirked, knowing that was more than enough to send the hint.

"I'm not looking, you're looking." Warren stuttered out, making Strider grin wider. "Shut up with your stupid grin and your muscles."

"I didn't say a word." Strider said, feigning innocence as he climbed into bed, patting the sheets next to him. "Plenty of room." Warren swallowed hard and nodded, changing his clothes and climbing in next to him. Strider tugged the sheets over the top of them, and found hands creep around his waist only a moment later.

"Fuck it, just going for it at this point." Warren said, cuddling up to the hare. Strider reciprocated, wrapping his arms tightly around the smaller male, holding him close.

"So much for that skepticism."

"Yeah..." Warren muttered, cuddling his head into the hare's broad chest. "You have anything going tomorrow?"

"Nope, I keep the day after club night clear for hangover purposes. Looks like that's not necessary this time around though."

"Would you mind pushing that date up a day?" Warren asked meekly. Strider gave him a soft squeeze.

"Not even a little bit."