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Lionel loved laundry Saturdays. Not only because they were the perfect time to get away from the daily stress he experienced throughout the whole week, but because it had become a routine. A habit. Something he could repeat every single week without changing, something stable. And at that point in his life, he had learned to value those things.

The young lynx took a deep breath as he stood in front of the blue door, hesitantly. It seemed as if it had been years since the last time he had been there. As he held the laundry basket close to his chest, he glanced through the open window on his right. Indistinct noises came from beyond the maroon curtain, words and sounds that he couldn't fully identify but that definitely seemed to come from a TV.

For a second, Lionel could picture it clearly in his mind. At that moment, the one he had came looking for was most probably relaxing, lying on that couch that was without a doubt too big for just one person. Alone, in there... The lynx gulped as he imagined that and then shook his head. In any other circumstances, he would have let that picture dissuade him from what he was about to do, but he had taken his decision long ago and he knew exactly what needed to be done. He took another deep breath and putting his right arm around the basket, he grabbed the knocker with his left paw and knocked on the door exactly four times.

It took the one inside a few seconds to react to the noise. Lionel waited patiently as he heard someone turning off the TV, then walking towards the door with slow, heavy steps. The lynx felt his heart rushing a bit when the door finally creaked and opened in front of him. Although he knew perfectly well who he'd find on the other side, he was surprised when his gaze met directly with someone's bare chest. Blushing a bit, Lionel had to look up to meet the eyes of the one who had opened the door, who was almost two feet taller than him.

"Whoa," he said with a thin voice, in an attempt to replicate a sentence he had clearly been practicing before. "I knew you'd have grown up, but this..."

The bull in front of him gave him a puzzled look, still trying to decipher who the visitor was and why exactly he was holding that laundry basket. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand and his expression changed completely.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, as a wide smile spread across his face. "Lio!"

He quickly made an attempt to hug the lynx, but then realized he was still holding the laundry basket and backed away. Lionel wished he had just hugged him anyway. The bull was wearing just

some joggers and his whole torso was completely bare. A torso that, from Lionel's position, was just too easy to look at and fantasize with.

"What are you doing here, mate?" the bull asked, obviously delighted to see the feline standing on his doorway. "I mean, it's not that I don't want you to be here. It's just... it's been a long time!"

The bull's tone wasn't as believable as Lionel had expected, but the pure enthusiasm that he seemed to radiate was enough to convince him that he was really happy to have him there. However, there was still something weird. Lionel could only guess. Maybe that was the reason why the bull hadn't let him in, too.

"It has," he agreed. "But well, I had planned to visit you as soon as I came back from Denmark. It's just... other things got in the way."

"Oh, right! You were in Denmark! How's it been over there?" the bull remembered. The lynx was now certain that he was trying to buy some time. "How do Danish girls look?"

"The same as other girls, but in Denmark," Lionel answered. He then raised the laundry basket a bit, as if to remind the bull that he was still holding it. "Hey, this thing is... kinda heavy. Mind if I come in?"

A flash of worry went across the bull's face, but he quickly managed to smile again.

"Sure, sure! Come in." He quickly turned his back to the lynx and walked in. "Want something to drink?"

"Coffee," Lionel answered, making his way in and placing the basket on the couch that was closer to the door. He let out a soft sigh when he did so. "Tea will do if you don't have any."

"Coffee then," the bull answered from the kitchen.

Oh, thank you, Lionel thought as he collapsed on the couch, next to his basket. He waited patiently until the bull came back from the kitchen, carrying a can of soda and a cup of coffee. He looked embarrassed for some reason, and after glancing around, the lynx guessed it was because of the terrible state the room seemed to be in. There were empty cans here and there, a roll of toilet paper on the coffee table and, in general, the house looked as if no one had cared to clean it for a long, long time.

Maybe that was the reason why the bull had been so reluctant to let him in, Lionel thought.

"So why the laundry basket?"

"Oh." Up until that moment, Lionel hadn't realized he was carrying it around without explanation. "Well, I found some of your clothes at home. Thought I should give them back to you."

"They're probably too small or tight by now," the bull pointed out. "But... uh... yeah, I guess I should have them anyway."

Lionel nodded and turned to the basket. After looking through his clothes for a while, he picked up a pair of briefs and turned back to the bull, who blushed when he saw what the lynx was holding.

"Ah... yeah. Those..." he said, grabbing them and hiding them under a cushion in the most discreet way possible. "Might have left them the last time I stayed over. Like... ages ago."

"Probably," Lionel answered. He thought that it was quite silly that the bull tried to hide his briefs now; after all, they had been in his house for years.

A long, uncomfortable silence settled among them. After what seemed hours, Lionel picked up his cup of coffee and sipped at it shyly. Suddenly, the bull seemed to remember he still had a can of soda in his hoof and opened it a bit shamefully, shooting quick glances at the lynx, who just tried to ignore them. Both remained silent for a long time, each taking sips from their own drink.

"So how have you been, Tyler?" the lynx asked when he couldn't bear the silence anymore. "Still living on your own, I see."

"Yeah, things haven't changed that much." The bull scratched the back of his head, giving him an embarrassed smile. "And it's been... alright, I guess."

"Met someone new?" the lynx asked, sipping at his coffee again.

Tyler took a few seconds to answer.

"No, no one," he said after a while. "You know how it is. I don't get out that much. It's been from bed to factory and from factory to bed for the last years."

There was another hint of embarrassment in those words, one that Lionel could feel real pity for. He took another sip from his cup and left it on the coffee table.

"I'm sad to hear that," he said. And he meant it.

"And well, you know how it was back then. You've always been my only friend," the bull admitted, looking away from the lynx. "As I said, things haven't changed that much."

"Well, I know just what will cheer you up," Lionel said, picking up the remote. "Let's watch some TV, like we used to do back then!"

"W-wait, you shouldn't..." Tyler began, but it was already too late. Lionel had pushed the button and the TV was already turning on

Lionel couldn't react soon enough. The first picture that appeared on the screen was that of a very naked vixen putting in his mouth what looked like a lion's dick... no, he was actually a buffalo, the lynx could see his horns now. The loud grunts of the buffalo filled the room for the most uncomfortable seconds Lionel had lived in that week, as Tyler's face turned completely red and he momentarily forgot how to react. With his paw still closed around the remote, Lionel too was having trouble finding the right words to say. The vixen then moved away from the buffalo, allowing for a better view of the male's hard cock.

"T... turn it off!" Lionel exclaimed, after a few seconds.

"You're the one with the remote!" Tyler practically shouted.

"Er... right!" the lynx remembered, fussing with the remote as he tried to turn off the TV, in vain. He finally managed to push the right button just when the vixen was about to resume his activity.

Silence once again filled the room as both friends tried to process what had just happened. Tyler was so tense that he had squashed the can in his hoof a bit without noticing. The bull's face was as red as could possibly be, and Lionel highly doubted he'd speak in a long while unless he asked him. Then, after what seemed an eternity, the whole realization of what he had seen hit the lynx's mind and he couldn't help but start chuckling. Seconds later, he burst out laughing.

"Oh, god... What was that?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.

"Porn, mate," the bull answered quietly. He still seemed embarrassed about the whole situation.

"I know! You should have seen your face!" The lynx placed a paw in his stomach as he kept laughing. "Now I see why you didn't want me to come in... Uh... I bet you were enjoying that, weren't you?"

"Shut up..." Tyler said in a low voice. However, a faint smile had already appeared on his face.

"And a buffalo... You're a bull, but you know what they say. Better to feel part of the..."

"I said shut up!" the bull exclaimed, quickly standing up and moving to the couch were the lynx kept laughing. He easily took the remote away from the lynx's paw and threw it to the other couch, where he had been sitting before. "You shouldn't have done that!"

"Okay, okay... Phew... I'm sorry." Lionel stopped laughing and tried to calm himself, taking a deep breath. "Do you want me to leave?"

The question floated in the air just for a second.

"No," the bull answered, honestly. "No, I don't want you to leave. In fact..."

He left the sentence there, as if he was afraid to continue. Lionel, now completely recovered from his laughing fit, raised an eyebrow and looked at him, suspiciously.

"What?"

"...you busy today?" Tyler asked, looking away.

"Hmm?" Lionel could practically feel the begging tone in the bull's voice. Of course, he still had to do the laundry, but... "No, I'm not," he lied. "Why?"

"Mind sleeping over like old times?" the bull asked shyly.

Lionel thought about it for a few seconds, as memories from their childhood came back to his mind. Those were soon followed by the memories of their adolescence... and he had to leave it there, for the things he remembered made him blush more than he was willing to show in front of the big bull. Being immediate neighbours and going to the same school had made them close since they were really young. They had lived many things together, some of which embarrassed Lionel at that point in life.

After all, it was fair to say both had discovered a few things with each other's help.

But then, he had moved to Denmark and they had stopped being neighbours. Tyler had never been fond of social media or instant messaging apps, so in time they had lost touch with each other.

"Sure, I'd love that," the lynx answered, nodding slowly. "But it's still too early for sleeping over, isn't it?"

"Well, then you can just stay here and spend all day with me!" the bull said, giving him a grin so wide that the lynx immediately felt his heart warming a bit. "You can't say no to that."

"No, I can't," Lionel agreed, smiling back. "Okay, let's do it. I didn't bring my pyjamas, but..."

"...you can have one of mine!" Tyler offered, still grinning. "I sleep in my underwear, anyway."

Lionel's mind once again diverted as he imagined his friend without those joggers he was wearing and he had to make a real effort not to blush. The fact that the big bull was sitting next to him bare-chested and that the fur of one of those strong arms was softly caressing his shoulder made it even more difficult to ignore that image. The lynx gulped and tried to clear his mind.

"That... that's too big!" he complained, turning to look at the bull, a decision he immediately regretted as it only made him blush harder. "I mean, in general, you're... you know..." The lynx tried to find the words to explain what he wanted to say without sounding extremely thirsty. "Well, you used to be bigger than me then, but look at you now... you're huge!"

It felt as if he had fell into the same trap again, but the bull didn't seem to notice that and instead just gave him a warm smile.

"I know! Man, I've had trouble finding clothes lately. I guess the factory work doesn't help at all. Also, I've been hitting the gym every now and then these months. It's one of the few things I can do on the weekends."

Tyler spoke about it so naturally that Lionel highly doubted he was aware of the effect those words had on him. However, he tried to hide the fact that he was getting slightly nervous by changing the subject again, trying to push the conversation back to their childhood.

"We used to be so small then, though," he said.

"Yup. A certain kitty more than the rest, but you're right," the bull said as he winked an eye. "We even used to fit in the same bed!"

Damn,_Lionel thought, looking down as he tried to hide his embarrassment, again. _Now he's doing it on purpose. He tried to find something to say for a few seconds, until he raised his gaze to look at the bull, on a hunch. Tyler was looking down at him with a triumphant smirk, arms crossed on his chest.

"What are you doing?" Lionel asked in a thin voice, trying to regain whatever little composure he could.

"Having my revenge," the bull answered, still with that cocky smile on his face. He put one of his thick arms around Lionel's shoulders and pulled him closer. Feeling the lynx's body tensing under his grip, Tyler chuckled softly. "Oh, right. Remember how you used to moan in your sleep when you were like... sixteen?"

"Now you're just messing with me," Lionel said, blushing. However, he didn't look away from Tyler's eyes as he pulled him closer. He gulped. "Did I... did I do that...?"

"Mhm..." the bull said, his face getting slightly closer to the lynx. He placed his other hoof on Lionel's leg and stroke it gently. "All the time..."

The lynx held his breath as Tyler leaned closer and closer to him, the much bigger frame of the bull looking more imposing than ever. In seconds, their muzzles were just millimetres away from each other, so much so that Lionel could feel Tyler's warm breath caressing his lips for an instant, before they finally gave into the anticipated kiss.

The lynx let out a soft purr as he gave all his composure up, enjoying the moment he had truly been waiting for since he had crossed that door. He could feel one of the bull's strong arms moving around his back, then Tyler's firm hoof caressing his lower back slowly. He couldn't help but purr a bit louder when he felt the bull's bigger tongue pushing through his lips and exploring his mouth in search of his feline tongue. When Tyler moaned softly and pulled him closer to his huge body, the lynx could feel the warmth and raw strength emanating from every inch of his friend's skin, muscle and fur.

Soon enough, the kiss started getting slightly rougher. His tongue easily overpowered Lionel's as the lynx purred helplessly, the hoof that kept stroking one of his legs getting closer and closer to a sensitive area. And the more the lynx purred, the wilder Tyler's moves got. Before Lionel could even react, the bull was already stroking his groin and growling softly, rocking his hips back and forth as he humped the feline's smaller body in a very obvious way.

"Man," the lynx said as he tried to catch his breath, once the bull broke the kiss. "You're eager today, aren't you?"

"I've been waiting for a long time, kitty," Tyler answered, playfully.

Then, without warning, one of his hooves slid under Lionel's rump and lifted him easily. The bull then placed him between his legs and gave a long, teasing lick to one of the feline's big ears as his hoof started quickly unfastening his belt. The lynx could feel his friend's hard member pressing against his back through the thin cloth of the joggers, but didn't really get to think about it as suddenly the bull's hoof closed around his own dick and started masturbating him, a bit more roughly than he had expected.

Lionel was about to say something, but then the bull placed his other arm around his neck and grabbed his head in a very possessive manner. Feeling the bulging muscles around his skin, completely enclosing him and leaving him at Tyler's mercy as the bull kept jerking him off wildly, the lynx couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

"See? Just like that," the bull said, panting and with a slightly hoarse voice. "You used to moan just like that."

Lionel didn't pay attention to the provocation this time and kept moaning instead as he closed his eyes, the bull's huge body becoming too much for him to handle as he felt his strong pecs pressing against his back, the thick arm threatening to choke him at any moment. He momentarily let go of his thoughts and once again felt too small, too little and vulnerable under his friend's grip. And there was no way he could have put into words how much he loved that.

It lasted for less than a minute. Lionel knew Tyler liked to go straight to the point and avoid unnecessary distractions. Not that the bull could control himself either, though. Judging by how roughly he had started to hump his rear and the wet bulge that the lynx could feel against his back, Tyler had no control of what he was doing whatsoever. And that, too, turned Lionel on way more than he was willing to admit.

When he finally came all over his stomach and chest, tensing momentarily in the bull's huge arms and then letting out a louder moan, the lynx couldn't help but think that he could spend every single Saturday doing that. Breathing heavily, he shuddered as Tyler kept moving his hoof up and down his now wet and hard member slowly, sending shivers down his spine. He let his head rest in one of his friends' arms as he tried to catch his breath again, still a bit dazed by the rush of pleasure.

"Hey," the bull said, grinning. "Good kitty."

"Tha... thank you, I guess," the lynx replied, still panting a bit. He could still feel Tyler's dick against his back, throbbing and soaking his joggers. "Er... what about you, though?"

"Heh, don't worry. We have a whole day to take care of that. And I'm not wasting a second of your time here."

Lionel smiled as he relaxed in his friend's arms, although the hard feeling at his back still made him feel a bit guilty. Both remained in silence for a minute or two, just enjoying the hot, tingling feeling of each other's body. Little by little, the passion of the moment seemed to fade away slowly and soon enough, the lynx's thoughts were wandering again. He gazed idly at the laundry basket he had brought with him. Laundry was the last thing he wanted to do at that point.

His thoughts got interrupted when he felt the bull's tongue slowly going down one of his ears again and he shivered.

"You really like catching me off-guard, don't you?" he said, not willing to admit how much he liked that.

"Yeah, I do," the bull smiled. "Hmm... hey. I was wondering if... huh."

Lionel's ears perked up. There was something different in Tyler's hesitant voice. Something unexpected. Something unusual.

That wasn't how things usually went on Saturdays.

"What is it?" he asked, although he guessed what the bull wanted to say even before the words left his lips.

"Do we have to keep pretending all day? Again?" the bull whispered in his ear, softly.

Lionel considered it for a few seconds. He had secretly been asking himself that question, too. Then, he let out a sigh and raised his head to look up the bull's eyes.

"Only if you want to. You know, there's no point in doing this if we're not enjoying it. Both of us."

"Yeah... I know," Tyler answered, giving him a warm smile. "And I do. I love it. You know, remembering these things... the day when you came back... it's not only funny, it turns me on a lot. But still."

"You want something more than the roleplay," Lionel guessed.

"Yes. We do the same thing each Saturday, acting again. And although I love it... I'm a bit scared that we won't get passed this point."

The lynx tilted his head. He could understand perfectly well how his friend felt. He had been thinking the same for a few weeks now. As much as he loved routine, and habits, and having something to hold onto... laundry Saturdays were starting to get slightly repetitive. No matter how much he loved them.

He could also feel something else in Tyler's voice, though. The need to do something more than what they were restricting themselves to. The desire to go beyond the boundaries that they have marked that first day, when he had truly come back from Denmark... almost five months ago.

"Alright, then," the lynx said, after a few seconds. "No more acting for today. Which is a shame, because I'd have loved to see you in the bed scene."

"We can still do that," the bull said, blushing a bit.

The lynx chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry, big boy. You know, one of my favorite things of that day," he confessed, as he slowly turned to look at the bull's face, standing on his knees "was that it showed just how easily you can go from one end to another."

"Uh?" Tyler asked, a bit confused, as he placed his hoofs on Lionel's waist. "One end to...?"

"Yeah. When you caught me here in the couch and jerked me off until I came, you were so possessive and dominant. So big. So powerful." The lynx slid one of his small claws down the bull's chest, grinning as soon as he saw his friend puffing out his chest, proudly. "But then, we finished playing videogames. And we went to your bedroom. And we were together in bed. So close. And what happened then, hmm?"

Tyler's momentary illusion of pride faded out as he remembered that, his face going red again.

"Huh... I... started saying silly things."

"About how much you'd like to 'give a top man a try at your ass'. I think," the lynx's grin got wider as he got closer to the bull, the paw on his chest moving in small circles. "I'm not sure though. It's not as if we've repeated that ten times now."

"Y-yeah..." the bull said in a thin voice, completely flustered.

Lionel licked one of his fangs as he watched his friend's facade slowly melting away.

"So. You said that. And then, what happened?"

"I guess you... you said you... aaaah..." The bull had to stop talking, letting out a soft moan instead. The lynx had gotten closer to his exposed neck and was caressing it with his fangs teasingly. His other paw had moved down to the bull's groin, caressing the obscene bulge between his legs. "...you said you could show me... but I laughed, said you were a bottom bitch or... something like that..."

"Mmmhm. Yeah, I remember that." Lionel's paw slid into Tyler's joggers, who let out a slightly louder moan. "But you soon learned how wrong you were, right?"

He bit the bull's neck a bit harder this time. Tyler's body tensed for a second, his muscles bulging under Lionel's small body. The bull had started panting now, his hard cock throbbing under the lynx's paw. The inside of his joggers were now just too warm and wet.

"Yeah... you... aaaah... you showed me..."

"I showed you? What did I show you, big boy?" Lionel asked, his voice getting slightly more dominant now. He caressed the bull's dick with his soft paw, making sure he felt the stroke perfectly well, but not masturbating him. Oh, no. That wouldn't be necessary. "I can't remember, so tell me every single detail you recall."

"Aaah... I... I was on all fours and... it felt so good... aaah..." The bull closed his eyes, face completely red as he gasped for air, suffering the feline's calculated teasing. "Your cock down my ass... and..."

"Was I the bottom bitch then?" Lionel asked, stroking the bull's member again. A bit less teasingly, more intentionally this time.

"N-no... you weren't..."

"Who was the bottom bitch, big boy." Lionel's face was so close to the bull that he could even smell his embarrassment, his arousal slowly taking control. "Answer me."

"Aah... I... I was the bottom bitch... a-aaaaah...!"

Suddenly, Tyler's body shuddered and he let out a louder moan. Lionel wasn't surprised when the bull closed his eyes and started cumming helplessly, and he didn't even take his paw out from the joggers as the warm, sticky seed soaked the fabric. Tyler's orgasm was long and intense even though the feline hadn't technically done anything to cause it, and it took the bull a long time to catch his breath again.

Then, when his friend's body had stopped shivering in pleasure, Lionel smiled and leaned closer to Tyler, who looked back into his eyes with a gleam of fascination. The lynx brought his hand to the bull's cheek and started kissing him slowly but passionately. Tyler responded with a low hum, closing his eyes again and letting the lynx explore his mouth as their tongues entangled in a kiss so very different from the one they had shared moments before: not wild and rough, but slow, and teasing, and deep.

They stopped after a short while and broke the kiss so gradually that it took the bull a short while to notice they had stopped kissing at all. Diving into Lionel's eyes, Tyler was so utterly rapt that it almost seemed as if he was going to drown into his amber gaze. The words left his mouth before he could even think about it.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" he asked, in a whisper.

The lynx's grin slowly faded away, quickly replaced by a face of surprise. His paw, which until that moment had been caressing the bull's cheek slowly, dropped to his chest.

"Well, I..." he answered, softly. "I... I wasn't expecting that."

Tyler smiled, but kept looking at him, waiting for an answer. He knew the lynx well enough to know the kind of answer he'd never give. However, it seemed as if he was still trying to figure out how to phrase his response.

"I told you, I didn't want this to be the same Saturday again," the bull said, winking an eye.

"And can't you tell what I'm thinking?" Lionel wondered, teasingly, as he regained a bit of his confidence and started caressing the bull's cheek again.

"I have a few ideas," the bull chuckled. "But knowing you, you'll probably tease me for a bit. Evil cat you are."

"Evil cat I am," the lynx admitted, standing up and looking at his sticky paw. "But I honestly think we should clean ourselves before getting into that. Asking someone out while his paw is covered in your cum is not the most romantic thing, in my opinion."

"Maybe not. So, what's your answer?" the bull asked again, impatiently.

Lionel chuckled, turning his back at him and going to the bathroom.

"Oi! You can't leave me like this!"

"Of course I can!" the lynx replied, still chuckling. "Cleaning first, answers then!"

He entered the bathroom and started cleaning his paw, chest and stomach as he looked at his reflection on the mirror. Tyler kept complaining, but Lionel ignored him and kept cleaning himself, with a huge smile on his face. He hadn't felt that happy in a long time.

He definitely loved laundry Saturdays.