FSE

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This story was written for SilverGatomon as part of my patreon request days for October. It contains M/M sex and solo masturbation involving consenting adults, and takes place in Zootopia. :3

Nick's Gift

"Y'know... I fucked a lioness once."

Sitting in the back of Finnick's van, Nick grinned proudly as he held up his phone and both he and the fennec watched as a curvaceous lioness fumbled with her own phone, setting it down on some sort of surface where it remained balanced, pointing directly at her as she stepped away. Her body came into view, and Finnick chuckled as he slowly started to unbutton his tan slacks.

"Wilde, you're full of shit. You've got stories about fooling around with every species in Zootopia. If you were half as gifted with your cock as you are with your tongue, maybe I'd believe you. But you ain't. So I don't. Now just shut up and lets watch the goddamn porn."

Glancing to the side, Finnick hurriedly turned his gaze back to the phone screen as he saw Nick's free hand fumbling with his own belt and beginning to tease the button of his worn khakis open. The woman was lying back on her bed now. She was naked, and as she spread her legs for the camera and moaned longingly, a soft growl escaped both the men watching. They glanced at one another, blushing, grinning, still fumbling to free their cocks. This was far from the first time they'd helped one another out this way, Finnick making use of Nick's phone and Nick making use of the privacy of Finnick's van. Of course, to start with they'd just taken turns, Nick giving Finnick some time alone then the fennec fox taking a walk while leaving Nick to his business. But after a while they'd realised it was just easier if they did it together. After all, they weren't so insecure in their sexuality as to feel awkward about jerking off with a buddy, and Finnick had to admit that Nick had a real knack for finding good, hot as hell amateur porn, none of that over produced and exploitative studio made garbage.

The fennec moaned as the woman drew an object into view from off camera, no doubt having had it ready and waiting on her bedside cabinet. The dildo wasn't huge, but it had a thick knotted base and was designed in a more canine style.

"The lady has taste..."

Finnick growled happily, running his fingers up and down the underside of his now exposed cock, taking another brief, fleeting look towards Nick just to make sure that his friend was still okay with things. Sure enough Nick's own cock was out, the fox slowly but firmly pumping away at it already as he stared at his phone.

"Mmmhmm."

Nick murmured distantly, licking his lips as the lioness spread hers, mewling happily when she began to press the toy into herself. A smirk crossed those lips mere moments later though, and Finnick barely had time to avert his gaze back to the phone screen before Nick looked down at him.

"Y'know, when you said I was good with my tongue I know what you meant. But..."

Finnick growled, still rubbing his cock as he turned to meet Nick's playful, knowing gaze.

"Man, unless you've got video of you eating some lioness pussy, I'm not believing that any more than the last line. You're all talk. Hell, for all I know this video's the closest you've got to some real action."

Smirking as the cheesy grin on Nick's face faded, Finnick turned his attention back to the video. It was getting good now, the woman really starting to go at herself, the moans echoing from the phone's speakers and out around the van. He quickened his pace as he started to masturbate more earnestly, hoping that he'd be able to cum alongside the lioness on screen. That was always so fucking hot.

The screen went blank, and Finnick yelled out in frustration as he saw Nick's thumb swiping back on his browser before shutting the phone's screen off entirely.

"Aw c'mon, man! You know I'm just messing with you, I know you're no virgin. Hell, Wilde, you're one of the biggest sluts I know. Now be a bro, put the fucking porn back on and let's watch that beauty make herself squirt, huh?."

To the smaller male's dismay though, Nick withdrew the phone with the screen still off. Finnick sighed, and turned his head towards Nick ready to make a more sincere apology if that was what it would take to bring back the view. What he saw though was not what he had expected at all. Not the fox scowling at him looking hurt, angry or embarrassed at the accusation. Not the fox sitting huffily with his arms folded and his cock hanging out, rapidly losing its erection as the mood was ruined in his mind. He saw Nick staring at him. Or more to the point, he saw Nick staring at his crotch, at his exposed cock with an intensely serious, focused look on his face.

Raising the hand not still wrapped around his cock, Finnick snapped his fingers in front of the fox's gaze.

"Earth to Wilde. Hey, what's up?"

Nothing. He raised his other hand, cock throbbing and twitching hungrily as it was abandoned however temporarily, snapping both fingers and thumbs together simultaneously.

"You in there? Man, c'mon, you're freaking me out staring like that. Better stop, or I'll think that you're checking out my... h- hey! Wilde, w-what the fuck!"

Nick lunged forward, or rather, he lunged sideways towards Finnick, his head sweeping forward from the direction it was currently facing and burying itself in the fennec fox's crotch. Finnick grabbed at Nick's head in shock, trying to pull him back, but the larger male was far too strong. He couldn't stop it as the fox's muzzle pressed to his loins, and he couldn't stop it as he felt a pair of hot lips and a rough tongue enclose his swollen cock.

Barely a second or so after he'd finished letting loose those first stunned cries, Finnick had his answer. All of a sudden he knew exactly what the fuck was happening, though he had still absolutely no idea why. His eyes rolled back. His head tipped and bumped against one of the van's metal side walls. His muzzle fell slack, and a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure escaped him helplessly as Nick began to give his cock one of the most pleasurable tongue-lashings it had ever received.

"Oh shit. O-ohh... ohhh holy shit, Wilde..."

Nick suckled on his cock like an absolute pro. He bobbed and teased at the shaft with lips that were so deliciously soft and yet could create such a firm and tight seal. He flicked his tongue over Finnick's cock in perfect conjunction with those slurps and sucklings, driving the smaller canid crazy and forcing Finnick to buck his hips hungrily up against the face he was still clutching at with violently shaking hands.

"Ah. Ahhjesus. Y-you've... okay, you've proven your damn point. Your tongue's good for more than talking! You can stop now!"

Nick stopped. Immediately, abruptly, leaving Finnick trembling and gasping as he stared down at his glistening, throbbing, drooling cock and then up at the fox grinning knowingly at him.

"Glad we got that straight. And... for what it's worth, I did fuck a lioness."

Groaning as he reached down and rubbed his cock, the feeling so intense now that he'd gotten so much more worked up, but still not nearly as good as Nick's tongue had been, Finnick nodded.

"S-sure, man. I believe you."

The fox grinned, lifting his phone up once more and waving it towards the smaller, flushed male beside him.

"You wanna keep on watching the video?"

Finnick shuddered. He sighed softly, and nodded.

"Sure. Yeah, I mean, I guess."

He looked at the phone, feeling far less enthused about the lioness that soon sprang up onto its screen once more, then back at Nick. Nick's smiling face, his shining eyes, his moist, soft lips and the tongue hidden away between them. He blushed crimson, caught helplessly in his staring as Nick turned his gaze away from the phone and back towards the fennec.

"Or... y'know, I could keep sucking you off. If you'd enjoy that more."

Finnick whined in desperate longing, but cleared his throat soon after and shrugged non-committally. Nick chuckled.

"C'mon, Finn. I wouldn't wanna make you uncomfortable. It's no big deal to me, but... I need to know whether it's something you want or not. So, I need an answer. Like, an actual yes or no. Do you want me, Nicolas Piberius Wilde, to suck your cock?"

The smaller of the two men growled loudly, and rolled his eyes as he saw Nick smirking. He didn't need to hear the words at all. He knew fucking perfectly well what Finnick wanted. He just wanted to make him squirm by forcing the words to actually leave his lips.

"Yes, okay?"

Finnick muttered.

"Yes... what?"

Nick grinned gleefully. The fennec bared his teeth, shooting the fox a death-glare that did absolutely nothing to dissuade him from his teasing. He groaned in dismay and humiliation, closing his eyes and focusing solely on the throbbing of his cock, and how good he knew it would feel to be rid of that desperate desire.

"Yes, Nick. I... I want you to suck my cock."

*********

Yes, Nick. Y-yes... yes. O-oh... Oh!"

Finnick jolted into wakefulness, feeling his van's suspension creak beneath him with the force and suddenness of his motion. A split second later though, as the shock faded and he remembered what he had been dreaming about in a flood of memory and sensation, he could only slap a paw across his muzzle and let loose a yelping cry as all at once, without warning, Finnick felt his cock lurch beneath the blanket wrapped around him and began to spill hot ribbons of cum out across its interior.

"Yes! A-aahhh, Nick!"

His eyes bulged. His cheeks flushed as for the first time in as long as he could remember, Finnick felt a wet dream brought to fruition by sheer virtue of just how hot it had been. He was overwhelmed, paralysed by the pleasure to the point where he couldn't even reach down and wrap a hand around his cock in time, able only to thrust up against the sheets and press his hands down over them, rubbing and stroking at the bulge and the growing wet spot upon the blanket to further stimulate himself to the thoughts of... his eyes widened further still, and he groaned in desperate, helpless lust. To the thoughts of Nick sucking his cock.

Then it was over.

It was done, and red faced, trembling, trying to figure out where the hell that dream had come from, Finnick was wide awake. He dragged himself out of bed, leaving his stained sheets to dry naturally, and padded over to the other side of his van where his clean clothes were piled loosely in a crumpled heap. He pulled on his favourite dark shirt and some tan slacks just like the ones from the dream, shaking his head and telling himself to forget about that random, one off delusion. He stuffed his hands into his pockets in a hopeful search for some loose change, and when that turned up no results began to crawl around the base of the van in a similarly fruitless search. Before he was done though, the fennec leapt up from his knees once more and grasped for his baseball bat as he heard a sharp, rapping knock on the van's rear doors.

He pulled them open, glaring outside and brandishing the bat until...

"Oh. Hey, Wilde."

Nick stood there with a broad smile upon his face, two steaming cups of coffee in a holder in one hand, and a box of pastries in the other.

"Hey, Finn. So... uh... I was wondering..."

The fox blushed and cleared his throat.

"Judy's on night shifts this week so I didn't wanna hang around the apartment bothering her while she's trying to sleep. Anyway, I was kinda hoping to watch some... well, I think you can guess. And I know it's been a while, but I thought maybe... since you still don't have a phone, maybe you'd appreciate the chance. Just like old times, y'know?"

Finnick's eyes widened, his face flushing crimson beneath his golden fur. Nick saw it, and blushed brighter still in return.

"If you don't wanna, that's cool. We can just hang. Coffee and pastries might not be as good as sex, but... they're pretty damn close to as good as jerking off."

Finnick swallowed thickly. He looked at the pastries. At the coffee. His stomach rumbled. He looked up at Nick, at the fox's smiling face, and then down to the fox's crotch, a slight tent of hopeful anticipation already visible in his khakis.

He swung the door of his van open, tossed the bat back inside, and grinned to his friend.

"C'mon in, Wilde. You know your horny ass is always welcome here."

By Jeeves

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