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Suraksha VI: Comfort

"Trust me love, you're going to do fine and everyone is going to love you," fussed Aditya Johar over his newly-acquired paramour. Over the past week since they first spent the night together, the mocha-furred lapine had spent every effort while not at work to communicate and facilitate the meeting between John Vestaga and his immediate family. His family had invited him to dinner to celebrate his aunt's return from India for business, and it seemed to the rabbit that this would be the perfect time to introduce his mate to them. Of course, throughout the week there was a ton of messaging and questions (not all of which were necessarily appropriate) but the family of Indian bunnies were certainly excited to meet their youngest member's beau.

"I hope so, Adit. I want this, it's just really fast. I never imagined I'd be meeting your family so soon," confessed the black-and-white mottled mouse as he felt his mate align his dress shirt. He knew that the rabbit's family were equal parts loving and prying, and wanted to make a good first impression. His stomach eased a little when he learned that they would have no problem with their family member dating a male, but going into a strange situation with people he barely knew didn't exactly sit well with the murine. At least now he had the bonus of having been essentially dressed by a handsome male who until recently was wearing nothing but a clean, white diaper fitted perfectly around his thighs. It was fortunate that the mouse had quite the fetish for cute guys in diapers, a fetish that Adit serviced daily out of the necessity of his incontinence.

John got a good view at Adit's outfit while his own was being perfected by busy brown paws. His mate had explained that they were meeting at his grandma's house, who John realized was simply referred to as Nani, and as such he wanted to wear something less Western than his usual attire. Aditya wore a long, golden coat called a sherwani over an even longer white garment known as a kurta. His pants were sky-blue churidars and he wore his regular brown work shoes.

"How do I look?," asked the mouse nervously, hoping that he wouldn't look even more out of place in his smart pink dress shirt and straight black pants.

"You look wonderful, John. Just like you did five minutes ago when you last asked me." The rabbit wasn't annoyed of course; he understood all too well what it felt like to feel a low rumbling sense of dread and wanted to make the rodent feel as comfortable as possible. Satisfied with his meddling, Adit stepped back and gave a little spin to show off his fancy foreign attire. "What about me?"

"Would it be offensive to say you look like some kind of Indian prince?," John stated, a slight pink tinge appearing near his cheeks. This tinge flared further as his boyfriend planted a dainty peck on his fuzzy white cheek.

"Not at all, love. I'm flattered. Now, come along. We can be a bit late, but I'd like to not keep them all waiting if we don't have to." With that, Adit and John prepared to leave the house. This consisted mostly of Adit spending a few infuriating moments assuring to himself that the apartment wouldn't burn to the ground while they were gone, and then another precious couple of moments unlocking and relocking the door. Just in case. Part of John wanted to help Adit, but he knew in truth that the best way for him to help was to allow him to do what he felt he needed to do, and so he waited patiently for his lover to satisfy his OCD.

Finally, the pair got into Adit's car and began their short drive to his grandma's home.

John passed through the threshold and immediately found himself seized by the feeling that one is in a place where one does not belong. Everything around him seemed to be from 50 years ago and halfway around the world. The first thing he noticed was the distinct aromatic vapor that permeated the building; a deliciously sweet and spicy concoction was brewing from a nearby room. He had never been much of a cook, but there were definitely hints of cumin and turmeric in whatever feast was being prepared. It was such an intoxicating scent that he almost missed the pungence of burning incense from a larger and much noisier room. The rodent thought he could detect cloves, but he could have been mistaken.

As Adit got inside of the door, he remembered to remind John about his shoes. When he turned however, he caught his new partner already in the process of removing them at the portal. The rabbit simply smiled in appreciation, removed his own footwear, and continued on with John.

The walls of the grand hallway were draped in exotic-looking rugs depicting glorious landscapes and ferocious-looking mythical monsters. John, who had never seen the sea, found himself drawn to a particular design that showed a glittery and warm-looking ocean. "These...carpets. They're beautiful."

He felt Aditya's paw atop his shoulder, giving him a comfortable and grateful squeeze. "They're called thangka, John," he explained. "Traditionally they depict holy Buddhist scenes, but Nani enjoys them more for the art itself. Hence, there are less-traditional pieces depicting famous places in India. This one is the Bay of Bengal, I think..." continued the rabbit. He looked at his mate's face, a mixture of minor confusion and major nerves painted a worried visage across the mottled muzzle.

Smiling, Adit gave his mouse a peck on the cheek and squeezed his shoulder in a comforting manner. "You know, it means so much to me that you are coming to visit my family today"

"Oh, it's nothing Adit. I love you, after all," responded a still perturbed John.

Aditya turned to hold his mate's shoulders and look at him. "I know that's it's not that simple, John. This is a big deal for you, and not only are you meeting a whole bunch of strangers, you are going to feel in a culture that you are not used to. Trust me when I tell you that I really do understand the effort you are putting in, and it warms my heart to know that you'd do that for me."

"Besides..." he churred, leaning close into his partner's nape and licking one of his round, pink ears to make the rodent squirm, just a bit. "I'll be all too happy to show you my appreciation when we get back..." he whispered, pressing his body against that of his murine companion for a lovely, if brief moment.

John panted a little under his breath at the lick and sensation of his clothed, flaccid member barely caressing that of his boyfriend. Fortunately, the idea of utter humiliation at meeting his family with anything resembling an erection made the scenario a total impossibility. His smile only broadened when he felt a soft, fluffy paw curl its digits around his own thinly-haired paw.

"Let's go, love."

Making their way to the back of the house in order to access the garden, John could hear the loud and iconic melodies of Bollywood's best. He found himself inadvertently nodding his head along, although he couldn't understand a word. Aditya was almost as linguistically ignorant of course, but he could pick out a key phrase here and there.

John couldn't believe what he was seeing; this was beyond anything he'd ever seen before. In the garden were a whole collective of tall, mostly brown bunnies just like Adit; the exception being the older male bunny whose fur pattern was dappled in brown and gray splotches similar to John's own markings. What was the most jarring however was the clear juxtaposition of cultures: the two females, one of them more traditional-looking than the other, were dressed in brilliantly-colored, identical sarees that identified them clearly as having South-East Asian roots. The two males (clearly like in appearance despite the age gap) looked far more stereotypically American with their stonewash jeans and rolled-up dress shirts. The more western-looking female, looking to be the same age as the other looked like she'd adopted a mixture of both cultures; her red and orange saree draped over her black business pants, upon which she appeared to be busily browsing her tablet.

Taking ahold of John's paw to reassure him (and himself) that things were going to be alright, he led the nervous mouse up to the gathering of Indian-American bunnies. His mother, a similarly-brown rabbit wearing traditional clothing, was the first to greet them both. At a closer distance it was easier to see her accessories: a pair of simple golden bangles (one on each wrist) and an interesting ear piercing: a set of diamond-encrusted golden studs along the entirety of her right ear, connected all together by a shiny gold chain that worked to create a glittering zig-zag along the organ. In the center of her forehead was a small decorative bindi; the red spot complementing her matching saree.

"Aditya! I'm so glad you could make it, I was getting worried that you'd be late but here you are! I'm pleased to see you well." her eyes moved over the black-and-white dappled rodent next to her son. Taking a more formal tone the female placed her palms together and gave the stranger a warm, if deliberate, smile. The golden bangles on each wrist} gently clinked together as her paws were brought near one another.

"Namaste. I am Adit's mother; you may call me Aisha," she said, maintaining the pose briefly before folding her arms. "You must be John, I trust? Welcome to our home. Aditya has told me a lot about you. You have made quite an impact on my youngest, it would seem. It is good to finally meet you."

"Likewise, ma'am. He was really eager for me to meet you guys, and I was pretty excited too!" exclaimed the awkward rodent, a little louder than was necessary. He knew that she was trying to be friendly to her guest, but John couldn't help but feel as if he were being viewed through an airport security scanner; every weakness and imperfection laid bare.

Aditya winced internally as he felt the aura of interrogation building around his mother, but just as John was about to be grilled the mottled rabbit stepped up behind Aisha and placed his paw on her shoulder. This seemed to immediately relax Aditya's mom, fortunately for them both.

"Hi fellas! Name's Madhusudhana, but don't worry John: you can call me Mad!" exclaimed the jovial older male. He definitely had a face like Aditya's, but unlike the other rabbits present he was not brown at all, but a mottled mix of brown and white splotches. Mad wiped his paw on his jeans and offered it towards his son's boyfriend. "I've heard a lot about you, buddy! Glad to see you're making my boy happy."

Adit subtly allowed himself to relax as he noticed his mate visibly do so. His father Mad was always much easier to talk to, especially when it came to coming off as caring and friendly as opposed to caring with a side of intimidating. The mouse grinned, feeling more in his comfort zone and shook the male's paw.

"Thank you, sir. I'm glad that you appro-" began John, before being cut off by Adit's father.

"Sir? C'mon man, I have a name. Mad is totally fine!" said Mad, squeezing his slightly bulky frame between the two young males and putting an arm around each of them. "Hey Adit, I think mom needs help with dinner. Would you mind?" he asked, although the question was more towards his wife than to his son.

"No Dad, I don't." With that Aditya and his mother returned to the house to prepare dinner. Now alone Mad turned on his heel and began to saunter around the garden, all the while whispering to the young mouse.

"Listen man, I pulled you aside because I wanted to give you a heads-up." he began, his voice sounding grave. "I like you, and what you do for my son. Aisha does too, I promise. She just won't show it right now. However, there's one very important person that you have to prove yourself to."

John nodded, as he could already hazard a guess. "Nani, right? Adit's grandma. I've heard she can be pretty scary," admitted the rodent, his shoulders slumping slightly at the news. "I want to get along with her, for Adit's sake. What can I do to show her that I really care about him?"

Mad scritched the fuzz beneath his chin thoughtfully as they walked. It looked as though they were taking a somewhat secluded path carved out of rose bushes toward a secluded spot in the garden. "Akshita, yes. She may seem frightening, but understand that it comes from a place of concern. She doesn't hate you, she just loves her grandchildren very much. If you can be honest with her and remember that, you should be fine. Trust me, it took her a few weeks to warm up to me being with her daughter. You'll be the same way. Good luck."

John gulped as Mad left. Just around the corner, he could hear the sounds of a creaking chair or bench rocking softly, and smell the potent spice of cardamom sticks burning in the air nearby. Psyching himself up, he walked around the hedge to see what John assumed to be the elder and matriarch of the family.

Akshita sat alone on an oaken rocking bench, in contemplative silence with her paws atop a fine wooden walking cane. She too wore a saree, although this one was a rich purple accented in beautiful silver floral patterns around the trim. A matching head scarf adorned her head, her ears fed through the holes provided in the garment. Despite the obscured face, John caught a glimpse of an argent glimmer; an orate piercing chain suspended between the female's left earlobe and a jeweled nose stud. Like her daughter she also wore a bindi, although hers was an embroidered green flower instead of a simple dot.

"H...hello Akshita, I mean...namaste?" he asked, fumbling his pink rodent paws together in a haphazard attempt to bow to the divine in Nani.

"So," began the venerable female, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of the mouse beneath her gaze. John noticed that this was the first Johar family member he'd met to have any trace of Indian accent at all; Akshita's speech (while easily understood) had a minorly deeper pitch than he expected and carried the vague remnants of melody. "My naatii, my grandson, has chosen you as a mate." Although only slightly taller and seated, the posture and tone of the elderly rabbit made John feel chastised.

The mouse held his nerve; he had been forewarned by Adit that his grandmother was as protective as she was terrifying at times, even more than her daughter Aisha, and he knew that behind the intimidating visage there was genuine concern for her grandson's welfare. "Yes ma'am," he responded confidently.

Akshita remained motionless and analytical, taking in the short response for all it meant. She took a deep breath "And you have chosen him?," inquired the elder.

"Yes, I have." was the rodent's immediate reply, forgetting the honorific this time.

Then, something wholly unexpected happened for the mouse. Akshita released a paw from her cane and patted the empty space next to her on the swing-chair. Knowing not to refuse the offer, John sat himself tentatively beside the old Indian female. It was only at this distance that he could see the harsh crow's feet pinching against her large brown eyes. Her limited makeup and brilliant adornments did much for her beauty, but beneath it all John had the crushing revelation that she was indeed an old lady. Perhaps even older than he realized.

The aged rabbit let out a small sigh and stared into the beautiful, cultivated garden. "When we first came to this country, we were better off than most," she began. "My husband and I had our textiles business, and with our education found it a little easier than many of the others that immigrated during the early fifties. We promised each other that we would raise our children with our culture and tradition, so that they may enjoy as much as our old country as possible. This, naturally, came with some traditional views about family. A family that we left behind..." retold the older female, not meeting the slightly-shaky gaze of the young American mouse.

"Family cohesion has always been important to me. I made my future here with my husband, and yet I was never able to contact my family again. My parents, my siblings, none of them wanted to know me. Then, almost 25 years ago my Abhi died of heart complications. I felt like I had lost yet another piece of my family. I vowed that I would never let another member of my family go again."

Akshita paused thoughtfully, as if trying to come up with the best way to convey the more pertinent part of her story. "When my daughter told me about Aditya's...orientation, I am ashamed to confess that I did not take it as well as I should have done. I had been raised to believe that a male could not be happy with another male, as there would be no children or grandchildren from such an arrangement. I never hated him, but I was very concerned for his welfare. This country too, did not have kind things to say about males such as Aditya at the time and I wanted so much for him to change and become...normal. I didn't want to lose my naatii."

Unable to keep silent a moment longer, John forgot his place in the household hierarchy and finally exclaimed his discontent. "He's your grandson, ma'am! No matter whether he's gay or not, he's part of your family." John felt like he was about to be slapped.

Akshita let out a long sigh and nodded solemnly. "You know, that was the same thing Aisha said to me. She was right, of course. I was an old fool. Of course I love Aditya, but now I see the best way to show that is to see that he is taken care of. I message him everyday, even though I know it bothers him. However, now I may not need to do that anymore," she explained, turning her head to look directly at John.

"Young man, we barely know each other and yet I know that you will look after my naatii. My grandson. He is the youngest, and while I know that he is capable of sustaining himself it does not ease my worries for him. We may yet become family one day, but for now I must know something." With that, the elder Indian bunny held the young rodent's paws in her own; her gnarled yet strong fingers around his firmly without squeezing.

"Do you promise me to take care of my Aditya?" she asked, staring intently into John's shiny turquoise eyes.

John stared back for what seemed like forever. What first appeared as a shrewd and strict woman had been completely betrayed to reveal a very concerned and loving grandmother behind those tired, mocha-colored eyes. He knew just how to alleviate her worries, and maybe Adit's too.

"I promise," replied the assured murine without a second thought; he almost completely missed the part about them becoming family one day, but he felt it best to not bring up.

Akshita said nothing, and so neither did John. They just sat there, holding paws and staring at one another, trying to understand the true motives behind each other. After a gratefully short time the elder stood, allowing the rodent's pink paws to slide out of her own, and began to walk away from the bench. John was just about to feel the sinking feeling of dread in his gut when he heard Akshita's voice, albeit much nicer-sounding than before.

"Come, Mr. Vestaga. Dinner, and my family, awaits."

John's heart skipped a beat, then he smiled and popped out of the seat. He nodded to the venerable bunny and followed her back to the house.

Dinner with the Johar family was an exciting experience for the young mouse, albeit torturous to his tongue despite his predisposition being taken into account and being made in a way that Nani would call 'mild'. His palate was simultaneously satisfied and singed by plates of chickpea tikka masala, sukhi dal saag, samosas, aloo matar and naan. Washed down, of course, by lots of chai. It was times like these when Aditya was fine with not having to visit the bathroom to pee and could just keep eating and chatting. John found himself becoming more and more comfortable around the rabbits despite clearly being the odd one out in the group. He could've sworn that he even caught Aisha smiling at him. Maybe.

Sadly, it was soon time for the new young couple to leave. Aditya hugged each of his family members, while John simply shook their paws with the exception of Nani, who surprised everyone by embracing him closely. Certain that she could whisper quietly enough for no one else to hear she spoke softly into the murine's pink, round ear.

"Thank you. I will speak to my daughter to help soothe her worries over Adit." she said almost inaudibly before pulling away as if nothing unusual had happened. Saying their final farewells, the couple returned to their car and made their back to Aditya's apartment.

Aditya practically dragged John into his apartment, reactively locking the door behind him before pressing his mouth against that of his lover. John chirred happily and wound his arms around the rabbit, kissing him back as deeply as he could and enjoying the rigid eagerness poking into his thigh. Eventually making their way to the bedroom, the rabbit wasted no time in stripping his mate. He almost tore his shirt in the process as he tossed it along with his own, followed soon by his pants and slightly-wet disposable. John could barely keep up with the horny lapine's movements as he nearly fell backwards onto the bed, yet this did not deter him in the least. Tonight, he had planned to give every inch of himself to Adit and had prepared accordingly. John gasped as his back sank into the bed, the handsome face of his lover peering over him with a not-insignificant erection. The pair resumed kissing, with their paws exploring each other's bodies as fervently as before. Aditya's paw slipped around the mouse's hips to slide off his pants when he felt a cuboid lump inside one of the pockets.

John blushed a deep red and nuzzled his lover's cheek. "I bought it just in case. I've...been practicing. In case we went that far tonight..." he confessed. The rodent had purchased the lubricant new a couple of days ago and had enjoyed the past two nights exploring himself, thinking about his rabbit all the while. He'd gotten particularly excited once he found that special spot that sent sparks through him when caressed just right, but the fantasy of having Adit inside of him was the true fuel for the imagined scenario.

Aditya was clearly interested in the prospect of mounting John, but all he had to go off of was the porn he'd seen and a couple of intriguing eroticas. "John, I'd love to. I just don't want to hurt you..." he said, his fully engorged member swinging lightly between his svelte brown thighs.

"Then we'd better make preparations." John pressed his pink paws against Adit's chest and rolled him over, nuzzling his short snoot against the lapine's cock and teasing him with a slow, wet lick from base to tip. The rabbit opened his mouth to say something, but whatever words he had were quickly overtaken by moans when the mouse went to work on his partner's turgid member. John's hot pink tongue and tight lips slid and sucked over the mocha fur's swollen tip, a spare paw slipping up and down the shaft to further stimulate him.

Aditya rolled his head back in bliss, just enjoying the wondrous sensation he'd discovered recently of having his dick sucked. Just as he was about to zone out and commit fully to doing nothing he felt John stir above him. The mottled fur rotated around over his body so that their stomachs were almost touching; the rodent's mouth still over the rabbit's throbbing meat. The main difference was the mouse's small and pert backside facing Adit, the thin tail curled up to show off the cute murine's white, fluffy sac and beautiful rosé tailhole. Adit didn't know what he should be doing (although he certainly didn't complain about the view) until he felt the small bottle of lubricant get shoved into one of his paws.

"Mmmm...work your fingers into me. Use the lube," whispered a distracted rodent, removing himself from the bunny's cock just long enough to tell him what to do.

"You're sure?" asked the rabbit. He felt a pleasant yet unfamiliar ache to make love to this male's beautiful ass, but had enough courtesy to at least ask after his welfare.

"I'll be fine. Just use one finger at first; I'll let you know when you can add another," whispered John between mouthfuls of his mate's cock.

Taking the bottle up and popping the cap, Adit drizzled a little bit of the cool and slippery substance into his palm. Doing his best to maintain his wherewithal while John worked his dick, the bunny brought his paw to bear along the crevice of the mouse's adorable marbled rump. He tentatively pressed a single slick digit against the rodent's snug pucker. Feeling the resistance, Adit made sure to go slowly but surely in case he had to suddenly stop. In fact, quite the opposite happened: once his finger had slipped past the second knuckle he felt the murine straddling him give a little shudder and groan of pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it. Hey, try...try to poke my navel from the inside..." suggested the mouse. He'd just learned how to accurately find his prostate, and was extremely keen on encouraging Adit to learn the same trick as himself. "Also...add another..."

Unsure of the reasoning but wanting to trust his partner, the lapine angled his groping inside John's ass to glide towards his belly button. He felt his finger tease along what felt like a small, firm spheroid inside of John. The second he touched it, his mate groaned in utter bliss; he could even feel the mouse's firm member pulse against his chest and matt a little of his chestfur with sticky precum.

"Oh, yes Adit! Right there!"

The sight of John in wanton pleasure did things to the bunny he'd never considered would do things to him before; he could have sworn that his own phallus actually got even more hard at the view of his mate's quivering body bent over his own. Naturally he found his other paw coming up to caress the soft, short-cut fur of John's ass, petting his partner while working in a second digit and sliding them both back and forth. The two males continued this way for a couple of minutes, both dripping their respective precum onto and into each other. Adit knew that he loved getting fellated by John from their last encounter, but for John having someone else finger-fuck him was unlike anything he'd enjoyed by himself. Eventually, the mouse felt that he may be just loose enough to try the real thing.

"Adit, wait..." John asked, reaching back to place his furless paw over Adit's mocha-colored one. "I want you...please, take me like this," murred the murine his voice heavy with lustful intent. He needed this, to be mated and bred by his beautiful bunny.

Ever the considerate, Adit stopped immediately at John's request, then smiled broadly at the suggestion. "Of course, John." he replied, sliding himself out from beneath the rodent and kneeling behind the presenting mouse. He held onto one of the rodent's black-and-white buttcheeks with one paw and use the other to coat his adamantite rod in lubricant before he steadied it over his partner's hole; the tip of his cock barely touching the base of John's skinny tail. His breathing was heavy and deep, the rabbit's body feeling a longing he never knew he had. Right now, all he wanted and needed was to make love to his beautiful boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, Aditya balanced himself securely on the bed as he straddled his partner and gently pushed his pointed pink tip against the rodent's prepared entrance.

John skipped a breath in pure excitement as he felt the very beginning of his lover's penis infiltrate him. After nodding and whispering something about it being OK to continue, he bit his lower lip as a considerable concoction of pleasure and pain emanated from his backside. He relaxed and tried to push out as much as he could in order to make things as smooth as possible for them both. After a few intense and long seconds they stopped moving; Aditya's penis was now fully sheathed inside of John's willing and eager ass.

"W...wait a second Adit..." breathed John, barely able to register the new and unusual pleasure of having another male hilted inside of him. "Don't pull out, just...wait a sec..."

Adit did as he was bidden, his eyes half-lidded with complete euphoria as he relished every minor sensation of the rodent's hot, virginal passage envelop and grip every part of his five and a half inch member. His loins stirred with an unfamiliar yet welcome lust, and as patient as he was part of him wanted nothing more than to bury himself over and over inside of his partner. To make John squirm and moan beneath him, beg for him -and only him- to satisfy the mouse. The pair stayed locked together like this for a few eternal moments, the pain inside of the mouse becoming all but completely transformed into pleasure. Finally comfortable with the full length and girth of another male inside of him, John signalled for Aditya to withdraw momentarily.

"I want you to take me like this, so I can look at you..." churred the rodent, absorbed in equal parts adoration and carnal desire to be taken on his back. He even used the extra effort to reach back to his cheeks and spread them, showing off his glistening tailhole and his utter willingness to have his rabbit make love to him.

Aditya shuffled up close and managed to hoist the mouse's slender legs with only a little effort, remembering the position from something he saw online at least once. Lining up his tapered pink rod against his lover's entrance, he shifted himself as close as he could and then pushed his member inside of John's slick, hot hole. This time he managed to fit himself inside with almost no effort, replaced instead by a sweltering wave of lustful abandon. Something clicked inside the rabbit, and he pressed his cock as deep as it would go, forcing out a throaty moan from his mate.

"Oh, Adit..fuck me!" panted the eager rodent beneath him, suddenly very pleased that he'd been practicing alone at home for the last few days.

Adit did exactly that. Gripping his lovers legs in his arms he withdrew himself partially before quickly slamming back into that inviting orifice, his loins aching with the primal need to bury his seed into this warm and snug passage. A faint, wet slapping sound could be heard as the rabbit's hips smacked against the murine's ass; both males gasping and huffing as they consummated their new relationship by railing John's firm, tight rear. John reached up towards Adit, and when the rabbit leaned down obediently it was to meet the mouse's mouth in a deep and passionate kiss. The rodent's legs had slipped to wrap around Adit's waist, but this way they could fiercely make out with each other while the lapine's prick pleasurably poked the rodent's prostate and filled him nicely.

John could feel how excited and pent-up his lover was, the way he slammed into his backside again and again, stretching and pleasuring him in ways the submissive murine never thought possible. Part of him wanted to just lay back and take everything he was given, but he knew that wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. So he moaned and gripped hit lover, pet and squirmed, rolled as his mate rocked. He knew sex was supposed to be about actively pleasuring each other, and he wanted Adit to know just how much he loved being filled by his cock.

During their kiss, the rabbit broke off momentarily as his thrusts became slower and deeper as opposed the erratic and shallow pumps from earlier. "John...I'm gonna..." he said, his cute cottontail bouncing up and down as his body instinctively attempt to breed with the mouse, his plump bunny balls churning a fresh load for him.

"Do it, love. I want to feel your cum inside me," the mouse was barely able to reply as the rough rutting practically nailed him to the bed. John seized Adit in his paws and kissed him hard once more as he felt the rabbit's sweat-glazed back muscles tighten; the bunny jolted and cried out as he finally popped inside his mate. The rodent gasped and held tight, trapping the lapine against his body and willing to take every drop of his thick load. It may have been his imagination, but the murine could swear that he felt his lover's penis throb and pulse inside of his well-used rump as his mate emptied his nuts inside him and bred him good.

Aditya, like most males in this state, was utterly consumed by the need to fill his lover. After several of the most intense seconds of his life he was cognizant enough to remember that his lover needed a little attention too. Leaning back while keeping himself inside of the mouse, he took John's drooling erection in his paw. In less than five quick pumps the pent-up rodent writhed in Adit's paw, shooting his impressively large murine spunk over his own belly and chest; a little even made it onto his chin. His tailhole clamped down around the rabbit's still-engorged member and milked him for any remaining drops, something he would have to remember for later.

Gently, Aditya withdrew himself from his lover and laid beside him. Both males remained silent save for their unified panting. Sylphlike, furless digits curled around his own and held his paw snugly.

As always seemed to be the case, it was Aditya who spoke up first. "That was..," he began, but lacked the energy to even finish his own first post-coital pillowtalk.

"...amazing." finished John, rolling himself towards his boyfriend and embrace him. Suddenly both furs shivered and glanced down their bodies: John's semen had cooled significantly and was now plastered between them both.

"...ew." was all the rodent could think to say before both he and his bunny began to laugh at the situation. "So..." he continued, sliding his arm beneath Adit for a pillow as he stared into his beautiful brown eyes. "...where do we go from here? Besides the shower, I mean."

The rabbit grinned, and playfully licked the spooge up off of John's chin before gagging on the potent flavor. "I don't know, but I want to go there with you," and with a slight blush he added "...jaanam."

John smiled at the rabbit's reaction, nuzzling him as the afterglow embrace still held him. "What does that mean, Adit? I thought you didn't speak your grandma's language."

"I know some things, I just don't speak it well. Anyway, jaanam in English means my 'beloved', but I've always liked jaanam better. It means more literally 'my soul'." the words sounded cheesy, even to him. However, when he felt his mouse lover's lips press sweetly against his own he knew that he'd said just the right thing.

"Oh, that's beautiful Adit! Would you call me that, now and forever?"

Aditya couldn't help but grin stupidly at the mouse in his arms, despite being totally coated inside and out in their collective juices he only wanted to hold him close and never let go. He was wet and sticky, but so was John and if they could be like this together then that would be perfect as far as the chocolate-furred anthro was concerned.

"Yes, Jaanam. Now and forever," he responded as he held his mate against his chest and closed his eyes. They would have to do laundry at some point. Later. For now, they would only live in this beautiful moment of their love.

---EPILOGUE---

John moved in permanently with Aditya soon afterwards, which meant that they saw each other almost all day both at work and at home. Neither of them cared, just wanting to spend every moment in each other's company. They complimented each other well; Aditya showed John how to cook actual food, and with a second person that he trusted John was able to partially alleviate some of Aditya's compulsive rituals. They were not eliminated of course, but having another fur around to help him check things in the apartment cut a significant chunk out of the time spent assuring himself that everything was fine. Just as well Adit never started taking his medication again; a lovely mouse guy was vastly superior to brain chemical pharmaceuticals for anxiety. Better yet, Akshita kept her promise to John and managed to convince her daughter that Adit was being well cared for. She now only texts once a week, but Aditya talks to her for longer than that. He does love his family, after all.

Of course, their sex life incorporated a lot of urine play, which was something they had initially made love over. It was weird, but it was their own weird and they wouldn't have it any other way.

The word suraksha was many things: safety, security (especially in the sense that a particular situation was secure and unlikely to change) and protection. It used to mean rituals and checks for Aditya, which consumed his life. Now, suraksha meant something else. The security of his partner John, his mate, who would give him the sense of comfort he always needed.

Finally, Aditya was secure.

And Aditya (and John) were happy.