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Lukas took another slow sip of his drink, though pulled it away when he tasted the soda turn to water - this damn heat melting all his ice, making the otter sweat even though he'd made sure he was well-hydrated. He gave the big styrofoam cup a shake just to be sure... and it seemed all that remained was a watery slush, only slightly tinted by the drink that had been there. He rolled his eyes and sighed, nearly dropping his thing at yet another bump from someone else in the crowd.

Of course this venue has only standing room, he thought: really, it wasn't supposed to be a music stage, but the tiered seating down in front and massive surrounding lawn space apparently made it perfect for that. He had gone off to get another drink after the final song of the last group that had gone up, and in the time it took the next one to move on stage he had finished it. Double large, and three dollars more expensive than he would have paid anywhere else. Double large, my ass.

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Well - or maybe not._He swallowed, reached into his pocket, shifted his phone. _I'll have to head to the bathroom in a sec. That was... over by the food stands, right? If I could...

However, on scanning through the crowd milling about, his eyes fell on... well, someone. Someone he'd seen before, someone who had caught his eyes throughout the morning. A fox, soft stormcloud-grey fur, a little hard to see unless he stood up on his tiptoes - a husky carrying a camera large enough that it should have been confiscated as a weapon slid in front of Lukas, blocking his view for a moment - and just something about him, even though he stood there in black jeans and a simple t-shirt bearing the logo of one of the bands. Unremarkable, really.

At least until his head turned the few degrees to his right and his gaze suddenly took hold of the otter's, green eyes nearly as bright as the sun overhead searching through him. So that was it, then: he caught Lukas's eye, because Lukas caught his eye in return. This had to be the fourth time since the second band that the two had made eye contact, each time gradually coming closer and closer to one another through the warm, uncomfortable humidity of the summer crowd.

Although... Lukas shifted his weight to his other foot. That can wait another few minutes. The otter's tongue flicked across his lips as he started to make his way over.

Sure enough, the fox remained still as he approached, a soft little stone in a churning river of people. Those green eyes lit up once Lukas came close, a small bubble of safety forming when the two turned to face each other... and then, those eyes coursed over the otter's body, up and down and up again. The fox raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips, nodded.

Lukas crossed his arms and gave a smirk. He had come out to today's all-day music concert knowing the weather would be hot and horrible, so he'd dressed for the occasion: board shorts and a light grey tank top. He liked the way that shorter clothing showed off the liquid swirls of his markings, too - and the fox's gaze drifted over those, too, taking them in.

The otter tilted his head a bit. "Hey. Noticed you eyeing me earlier." Though he kept his voice low, the vulpine's ears perked forward to catch his words.

"Hey." Again those green eyes ran the course of his body. Lukas shifted a bit, wrapping the end of his rudder around his bare ankle. "You deserve to be eyed. Seems like my attention earned some in response, huh?" The fox then mirrored his stance, weight mostly on one foot and arms crossed - and the sleeves of his shirt pulled up just a bit to show the edge of a marking similar to Lukas's own, soft yet rich violet against his warm turquoise.

"A response also deserved." Lukas gave his drink another shake. The fox's eyes flicked towards the cup and then back to his muzzle. "I don't think we've met before."

"Alexander." The slightly-shorter fox inclined his head a bit - and then his muzzle split into a soft grin. "Or Alex. That works too.

"Lukas. You gonna be here for the whole show?"

"I don't know. I only planned to stay for another two or three groups, but..." Alex shrugged. "If there's something good enough to keep me longer, then I will. I was _supposed_to meet a date here, but so far I haven't seen him. So I just decided, fuck it."

Him. With a mental-undressing as he'd just received, Lukas shouldn't have been surprised, but still that little drop made him raise his eyebrows and flick his tail. A thick collar of fluffy fur, lighter grey at the ends as though dusted with fresh ash, cushioned the fox's throat and spilled out from the neck of his shirt; as though knowing the otter were eyeing that, he reached up and ran his fingers through it.

"First date, though, so..." Another shrug. "Only thing lost was the opportunity, right?"

"Well, sure." Lukas lifted the cup, took another sip, almost regretted it. At least faintly soda-flavored water was better than just sucking down his own saliva. "Might've found another opportunity, though."

At that, Alex's whiskers perked, his muzzle creased in a softer, slyer smile, and he raised his chin to look the otter more straight-on. "Oh, yeah? How's that?"

Lukas let his smile widen into a grin again - honestly, the crowd all around gave him confidence: if this stunt didn't pan out, he could just slip back among the hundreds of people and hopefully disappear - and held his arms out a bit, motioning to himself. "I mean, if I pulled your attention like a magnet..."

"Mmh." The fox looked him up and down one more time, then suddenly, smoothly, slid up alongside the otter to nestle himself under the crook of his arm. "If that's an invitation, well... I think I'll take it."

Definitely a flash of purple curling down one side of his body under that shirt, with billows of a soft blue tattoo along the other shoulder. Lukas let his arm rest down over Alex's shoulders, making sure not to bump him with the cup, then looked around: though there were so, so many people here, none of them looked this way, and...

...and, acting on a whim, leaned over and cupped his other paw up underneath the front of Alex's pants, finding and squeezing at the firm warmth beneath the fabric there. The fox jumped a little bit at the sudden touch, though didn't move away.

"You know..." Lukas purred, leaning in towards one of those large, soft ears, "I'm not too interested in this next group going on..."

Alex breathed a soft chuckle, hooking his other arm around the otter's... "Oh. What a coincidence." ...and slid his paw over the one between his legs, pulling it in against him a little more firmly. "Neither am I."

A tall silver fox pushing through the crowd suddenly glanced their way; Lukas swiftly moved his paw away and avoided eye contact with him, especially once he realized he thought he knew that other fox. He heard Alex laugh again.

"So, then, how about..." He licked his lips and returned his muzzle to face Alex. Green eyes waited for him. "...you and I slip out of sight, then, and pass the time together?"

At first embarrassment and indecision flashed across that cute, sharp little muzzle. Lukas felt his heart in his throat in that moment, then - maybe I misread things; maybe that was too far - but then the fox's ears flicked, and he returned the otter's hungry smile.

"Well," Alex purred, "I think that sounds like a great idea."

"You know where the bathrooms are, right? Well, actually - here, let's go ahead and head that way." Lukas removed his arm from around Alex's shoulder and slid in front of him, reaching back with his free paw to take the fox's wrist. "I gotta hit there anyway, since I - just finished my second of these, and..."

Was that a little tightening of the wrist that he felt? The otter glanced back behind him just in time to see Alex look from the otter's drink, to his pants, to his muzzle, then back to his drink. It might have just been the glare of the sun from above, but it looked, it looked, as though a blush warmed those cheeks, the soft glow of an ember amid charcoal and ash...

I should know as good as anyone what a piss-thirsty horndog looks like.

Perhaps the otter's muzzle showed his suspicion, then, because Alex's eyes fixed again on him - and that blush definitely deepened, accompanied by a rowdy flick of his tail. Lukas felt his grin return yet again.

"Change of plans, actually," the otter went on, tugging his companion behind him; he'd been the bathroom once already today, and already could see the roof of the building rising up through the crowd of people, busier and more energized now that the next group had begun their sound check. "Two birds, one stone, right? There's a small clearing behind some trees near the bathroom; that's close enough to actually making it into the toilet, huh?"

As expected, no response from the fox he pulled behind him. Or, at least, no coherent response: he thought he caught something between a huff and a grunt, which would be exactly _his_reaction were their roles to be switched. Lukas dropped the cup into the trash can standing outside the bathroom as they passed by, then used his newly-freed paw to reach into his pocket and... _adjust_himself.

Better not think too hard on it, he realized, or I'll have trouble sticking to my word.

"Alex?"

The fox almost jumped. Lukas released his wrist. "Huh?"

"Wait here a sec." The otter leaned around the corner of the bathroom, searching for the telltale path further back into the... not exactly thick tree cover. "I gotta make sure it's clear."

"Oh." Alex swallowed, looking as though he were consciously avoiding eye contact, and clasped his paws together. Tail and ears flicking, whiskers perked, tongue lashing out to lick his lips. Nervous excitement for sure. "Yeah, alright."

He had really done that to give the fox a bit of a surprise - as soon as Lukas stepped around the corner, he reached down to undo the strings of his shorts - but on second thought, it really would be a good foresight. At an all-day music concert like this, certainly he and Alex weren't the only two with an idea like this. Thankfully, though, the little space was empty when he came to it, save for a few discarded cups and chip bags as well as the evidence of someone having already had and carried out that idea, looking at the obviously used condom tossed out across one of the bushes.

The otter scanned through the trees once he moved down to the velcro that served as his fly, pulling them open. Just enough foliage for him to still be able to see everything going on, so that he could tell there were people around and other buildings, but not enough to really make out any detail. That would have to do. Glancing over his shoulder one other time, Lukas turned back to face the way he came, swallowed, eyed the corner of the brick-walled bathrooms just barely in his sight... and tugged his shorts and boxer-briefs down below his sack, smiling at the way his mostly-soft shaft flopped out into the warm summer air.

"Okay..." Lukas glanced down again, rolled his foreskin back - still a little bit damp from the last time he slipped off to empty his bladder - then slid it forward, thumb resting in place there along the top side of his head. With two fingers against the underside of his shaft, he pulled softly, shivered... and let out a soft huff when his thumb popped free of the supple skin. That was better. "We're all clear."

A half-mumbled response, some crunching through the fallen leaves and twigs - the otter had to reassure himself that it was only Alex coming towards him - and then a moment later the fox appeared around the corner, glancing all around himself as if making extra certain this spot was private enough. Then, though, he looked forward towards Lukas waiting for him, and those green eyes _immediately_flicked down to what the otter had put on display for him. And that blush definitely returned.

"Come on," the otter said, giving himself a little jiggle. "I can't hold it forever."

"Okay, okay..." Alex let his gaze linger there a moment longer, then licked his lips, swallowed, and reached for the hem of his shirt. "Let me... just..." In a few seconds he had pulled that off and hung it carefully over a nearby branch, came forward a couple steps, stopped again, then popped the button of his pants with zipper to follow. "I don't - wanna get my clothes wet..."

"Oh, trust me. I understand."

The fox hesitated at his own boxers for a second, then shrugged and slid those down his legs too. Lukas returned the visual inspection: now that his shirt was off he could really see the lines of the fox's markings curling down his body from left shoulder to right hip, crossing over the intricate tattoo drifting down his entire left side. That naturally led the otter down to what his removed boxers revealed: a plump sheath and pert sack hanging beneath, both the same smooth grey of the rest of his body.

And, of course, a point of slick violet flesh poked out of the end of that sheath, sliding out a little bit further as the fox lowered himself to his knees in front of the otter. Alex swallowed, licked his lips again, and looked up at his companion, lingering at the waiting shaft as he went.

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Alright..." Fingers and thumb still in position, Lukas slid his foreskin a little bit back again, bringing half of his fresh pink head back out into the air. The fox's nose gave a little twitch with the otter's natural musk wafting lightly across his muzzle. "Let me... just..."

...and then the otter tilted his head back and let a soft sigh escape his parted lips, just as he felt that familiar relief start to seep through him. A gentle intake of breath came from the fox in front of and underneath him, followed by a little moan, and only then did the pattering of the liquid against the ground reach his ears. Those two drinks really had filled him up: now that it was draining, Lukas could feel the pressure lightening.

After letting it run for a few seconds and allowing his stream to grow to its full strength, the otter opened his eyes and looked back down - only to see that he was slightly off-target, marking right down the side of Alex's face and his shoulder. Still, though, the fox had his eyes shut and maw open, tongue hanging out to catch whatever stray drops and dribbles came that way... so Lukas chose that target and aimed there, rolling his slick skin back a touch further. Alex jumped a bit with the sudden increase in the mark filling his maw but then gladly leaned into it, green eyes peering up through mostly-closed lids and the edges of his open mouth curling into a satisfied smile. The light, dry scent of fresh piss wafted up in the summer air towards Lukas's nose, a scent that gave him a twitch in his paw and a slight hitch to his stream.

Not that Alex noticed too much, of course. The fox ran his fingers up through that puff of neckfur again, the grey tinted slightly darker by the dripping piss, pulling it up towards his chin and squeezing the caught liquid back down over his bare chest. That and the stream dribbling out of the corners of his mouth flowed down to his legs, and from there in towards his sheath where the rivulets split around his slowly-growing cock. Where he first had both paws up at his neckfur, now he slid one down his chest, becoming steadily wetter and interrupting those streams with his fingers, and wrapped it down at the base of his sheath to squeeze and tug and stroke.

Lukas swallowed again, breathing slowly and steadily with the continuing feeling of finally draining his bladder after holding it through those last two songs. The noise of conversation and crowds around the bathroom had died down a moment before, and now his ears twitched towards the general direction of the stage - the group that had just gone on as the two had slipped off was beginning their first song.

That's good, he thought, reaching down to first stroke his fingers behind one of Alex's ears. That means we have time. From there he continued down, tilting the fox's muzzle up - Alex closed his mouth, swallowed what he'd caught, and smiled as the otter's stream splashed against his lips - and then pulled him forward, closing the distance between that mouth and the end of his cock.

Alex understood. The paw that he had slid into his neckfur came up to replace Lukas's at the base of the otter's shaft, holding it still as he spread his lips around his still-draining head and dove slowly down. The feeling of that actually made Lukas shiver: warm lips and warmer tongue pressing up at the underside of his shaft, squeezing against his stream as it went. And then, a few seconds later... the hotter feeling of his own piss gathering in the fox's muzzle, floating up around his cock even as he added to that growing pool. Another twitch, a tightening of his paw under the fox's chin, a push forward from his hips to pull that vulpine nose down into his pubes.

That gave the fox little more room, though, so the next thing Lukas felt was the pressure of getting squeezed between that tongue and the roof of his mouth as Alex swallowed again, eyes fluttering briefly shut. With Lukas's half-hard cock now effectively hilted in his maw, he moved his other paw down to rub the otter's mark into his chestfur and continued steadily stroking himself with the other.

Again and again Alex swallowed down the otter's fresh mark, eyes closed and lips curling just slightly with the effort. Lukas let his paw trail back up to the fox's ear to show his appreciation, both rubbing gently into the soft fur there as well as holding him down between his thighs. At one point, though, Alex had to part his lips and catch his breath, piss flowing freely out of the sides of his mouth as he did so; Lukas licked his lips as he watched, the leaves and dirt beneath the fox growing darker as the pool widened between his legs, and pulled slowly out along Alex's tongue, letting his foreskin roll forward fully over his head as he did so.

Panting softly, muzzle showing the pleasure of both the marking and his pawing himself off, Alex swallowed down that last half-mouthful and tilted his head back, green eyes drifting from the otter's cock to his muzzle and back. Again Lukas slid his thumb in against his head, pressing back against the gradually-weakening stream; again he positioned his fingers just right, again he pulled the thoroughly-wet skin gently forward... but this time he pinched it shut there, rolling his thumb over to the top and squeezing against his forefinger. For a moment Alex frowned, watching - and then his blush returned again as he saw the otter's foreskin start to bulge out with the last of his bladder's load caught within.

Lukas tightened his grip as he felt himself reach his stretching capacity, a small stream starting to leak free; then, making sure he was still in place above the fox's muzzle, he let that grip go and smiled as the light yellow liquid splashed freely out across Alex's waiting muzzle and shoulders, soaking that neckfur that he seemed to prize so much. A soft, breathy moan made its way out of the fox's maw at that, and as soon as Lukas let his paw fall away Alex brought his tongue in to replace it, the otter's now fully-hard cock standing at attention and dribbling out the last of what had gotten caught under his foreskin.

"There we go..." the otter breathed, sliding his paw up against the base of his cock and from there forward. He rolled his piss-moistened foreskin forward and back, forward and back across his head a few times, tapping the underside of his cock against Alex's lips as he did so. "Gosh, that's - that's a lot better."

"Yeah," Alex responded, then swallowed again. A shiver racked the fox's body; he had moved his other paw down to squeeze at the base of his sheath, supple furred skin there now as soaked as the fur around his lips and chin. "It is."

"How_ever_..." Lukas perked his ears again. He didn't know this song and hadn't really been paying attention, for obvious reasons, but this had to be the third repeat of the chorus. "That was only half the deal. Right?" Here he settled his cock, foreskin forward, against Alex's lips. The fox waited dutifully. "We've still got time to kill..." ...and there, started to push forward with his hips.

He slid slowly, easily in, the fox's mouth still slick with the slight stickiness of freshly-swallowed piss. Alex let the otter hilt inside his muzzle again, this time with his hard cock reaching the back of his throat and pressing gently; once there, he brought his paw back up to the base of the otter's shaft and nursed at the length buried between his lips, tongue pressing up against the underside and teasing at the rim of the otter's foreskin. Lukas shivered and started to pull back again, then stopped when that tongue flicked up, swirled around... dug slightly underneath.

Lukas felt himself throb, throb again, then pull free of the tongue slipping beneath his foreskin - though with another second and some adjustment Alex had slid it right back into place, curling back behind the rim of the otter's head and pulling forward from there. That actually made his legs buckle a little bit, and he had to brace both his paws on the fox's head to keep himself up. From here he swallowed, breathed a soft sigh, and worked his hips forward again, pushing down on Alex for support as he leaned over him and thrust forward into his mouth.

Naturally, not _everybody_had retreated to the stage once the band had taken it; every now and then as he fucked the fox's muzzle, half-bent over and stance widened so that his footpaws occasionally skidded along the piss-wet earth, his ears flicked to catch the sound of a conversation trailing _just_beyond the line of trees separating this clearing from the main paths, or of one of the toilets in the nearby building - still within view: Lukas tried to keep that corner in his sight at all times - flushing. Sometimes he could feel Alex's nervousness, too, in a sudden weakening of the squeezing around his cock, or a pause in the motion of that tongue. Or - hard to see since, bent over the fox like he was, he had to look down his body and past the vulpine muzzle - a slowing in Alex's pawing of himself, fingers squeezing around his tapered tip or splaying back behind the slight bulge of his growing knot.

Maybe someone _did_see them. Lukas continually scanned the trees as he got back into his rhythm, faster and harder, Alex's other paw having come up from his soaked neckfur to spread that slickness over the otter's sack; after all, he could see people outside the clearing, so wouldn't they be able to see these two? At the most, though, they just glanced this way for a second or two before turning back to their conversation or wherever it was they went. A soft moan from one of the two, a quiet slapping of balls against chin, the soft slurp of Alex parting his lips to catch his breath... or a flash of the otter's warm turquoise markings between the trees, or the fox's purple and blue.

Or the drifting, musky scent of not-quite-fresh piss, thoroughly ground into the fox's fur and certainly weighing down his breath. By now that first song had finished and the group had launched well into their second, though Lukas had since stopped paying attention to that; from draining his bladder first and now being on his way to draining his balls, too, some other, rather more important things had seized his focus.

He shifted his grip behind the fox's ears to hold Alex in place, hips thrusting fiercely forward to hilt himself in the fox's mouth again and again and again. Each push forward came with another throb, now, another gritting of his teeth and sharp exhalation of breath; the movement of Alex's shoulder showed that the fox had also brought himself similarly close, too, and was enjoying this treatment at least as much as Lukas himself.

Then, Lukas drew himself back out of the fox's muzzle again, pressed up against the side of his face, and reached down to swiftly paw himself. Alex licked his lips, swallowed, and focused his eyes on the otter's shaft for a moment; then he leaned in and pursed his lips right against the tip, so that each stroke up brought the rim of his foreskin bunching up against his mouth, and tongue slipping easily against the supple folds. Lukas felt himself buckle down again, gasped, gritted his teeth, tightened his paw around his cock, shivered again...

...and then squeezed the fox's head as he felt the bursts of pleasure shoot through him, emptying out against those waiting lips and tongue in two strong spurts. Alex coughed with the sudden force of his peak and moved back, swallowing down what he had caught - as well as receiving the third, fourth, and weaker fifth right across the side of his muzzle and shoulder, milky white against charcoal grey. Lukas finally slowed his pawing after that, squeezing out the last few thick drops over the side of his finger beneath.

Watching as Alex leaned back, eyes half-shut with his paw working fast and hard over his own length, the otter then slid his thumb one more time against his piss- and saliva- and cum-slickened head, dragging out all of that wetness - and then bringing that thumb to his mouth to lap it all off. He raised his eyebrows, then, tongue still sliding across the pad of his thumb, as Alex suddenly gasped, leaned forward, bucked into his paw, and emptied his own load across his already-soaked chest, one finger hooking behind his knot as it swelled.

That left both of them panting softly and relaxing in the warm comfort of finishing while they caught their breaths. Lukas wiped his thumb off against his shirt, tilted his head, perked an ear...

"That was their... second song?"

It took Alex a moment to answer. The fox looked down at his paw, sniffed at it, and shook it off. "Yeah. I think so. You'll excuse me if I wasn't really listening..." he said, with a slight smile. Then, though, he reached down and rested his paw against his dripping bellyfur. "Gosh. Now I gotta piss, too."

"Well..." Lukas waited another moment, until the band started their third song. "We've still got some time to kill. How about I return the favor?"

Alex looked up at him, surprise in his green eyes for a moment before it turned to interest. "I mean. I can't go while hard, so..."

Lukas shot him a wide grin, reaching to take his shirt off. "I'll wait."