Life Imitates Art
Just a note, Anthony belongs to Beeboi from FurAffinity, who I wrote this story for, but he doesn't have an account on SoFurry. So don't go using him without Beeboi's permission. -G.
Life Imitates Art
By Green
Anthony glanced up from his work and looked around the room. He was just as alone as the last time he'd checked, in his favourite spot; the corner of the third floor, under the skylight, where the light was both natural and plentiful. Most people came to the library to find a place to study something specific. He came because the place was usually deserted. In the age of the Internet, going to the library allowed the bee to find peace and quiet. It let him work in peace. It wasn't that he was a perfectionist who required absolute silence to work, it was that he'd be terribly embarrassed if anyone saw what, exactly, he was drawing. At the moment he was working on a picture of a muscular male wolf in a thong, striking a pose in a vague grey background. He wasn't very happy with it, something about his back kept coming out wrong, and he wasn't sure how to fix it. He turned the page back to his reference sketches, but none of them had been detailed in that specific spot, and he just flipped back to his drawing and sighed, growing frustrated. He'd had artist's block for almost a week now, hadn't been able to draw anything good. Looking at the drawing on the other page, a nude reptilian man viewed from behind whose thighs were way out of proportion to the rest of his body, he winced. How had he not noticed that? He had written 'FAIL' in enormous letters across it, with 'what the hell' in smaller letters next to arrows pointing at the man's girthy thighs. Dropping his pencil on the table, he buried his face in his hands, his antennae twitching agitatedly above him, the compound eyes peeking out of his hair pointedly ignoring the paper in front of him.
_ How did I ever think I was good enough for this program? I'm the worst artist here! I bet the janitors have better shading skills than me..._
He was shocked out of his misery when a quiet voice behind him spoke up out of nowhere.
"What'cha drawing?"
Anthony whirled around in shock, eyes wide. Standing casually behind him was a tall, well-built canine with a smile on his face. Distracted by the guy's good looks, the bee didn't immediately realize the dog was trying to peek at his drawings... which on these two pages were all of muscular men in various stages of undress. Blushing furiously, he laid his fuzzy yellow arms over the pages, hoping the guy didn't know how to read antenna 'body language'.
"Oh! Uh, it's - that is, it's nothing, really, just some doodles..."
He pulled out one of the other chairs at the table and sat down, smiling widely, causing Anthony to swallow a lump in his throat and blush harder.
"Really? Cause you looked pretty intent on it when I walked in here."
He tried to think of an explanation for that, but he was still distracted by that smile.
_ Damn, why'd he have to be so_ cute?
"Alright, I'm gonna be honest. I didn't come over here to talk about your drawings. I've just never actually seen a bee before."
He wouldn't have thought it possible, but Anthony was now blushing even harder at the - what was he, anyway, a German shepherd? - the dog's interest in him. He absently rubbed at the back of his head.
"Heh heh, it's not like we're rare or anything..."
"Maybe, but it's cold where I come from, so we don't get a lot of insects. I'm Derek, by the way."
He extended his hand, and Anthony felt a mild tingle run down his spine as he felt the canine's warm grip.
"A-Anthony."
"Not 'Tony'?"
"No, it, it doesn't really suit me..."
"That's alright, I like Anthony better anyway. You sure you can't show me what you were drawing?"
"Well..."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, the bee slowly moved his hands away from the page.
"I - I've been studying anatomy, you see..."
Derek nodded appreciatively, seemingly totally unfazed by the drawings' subject matter.
"Ah, cool. I wish I could draw that well."
The honeybee gave him a sideways glance, then shook his head slightly. He'd always found it amazing that people who didn't draw could miss the obvious flaws in his art.
"Oh come on, look at this guy's arms, they're all wrong! And the shadows on this one's back are all over the place..."
"Hmm. Looks good to me."
Anthony did not notice, looking intently on his paper, but when Derek had said that last part, he was looking at the artist, not the art. Anthony was going to make another disparaging comment about his art when the strap on his watch caught the side of the notebook and pulled it with him as he leaned back, dropping the book off the table and onto the floor. Both of them leaned down at the same time, but Derek reached it first... which is why Anthony was so alarmed when he realized that it had fallen open to one of his personal drawings, not classwork. Specifically, it was a two page spread; on one side, a muscular canine was striking a pose, perfectly normal apart from being naked and very, very erect. The other page, though... it was a drawing of a very familiar looking honeybee, naked as the day he was born, being taken roughly from behind by that same tall, handsome canine.
Immediately, the blush that had been fading from his cheeks returned with a vengeance.
"Oh my God..."
In fact, as Derek examined the drawing embarrassingly intently, Anthony realized that the imaginary dog in the sketches looked shockingly like the one holding the book it was in. The insect was already about as shy as can be, and this was not helping any.
"Oh fuck, that's not supposed to be - I mean this is the first time we've - that isn't you!"
To his surprise, Derek just smiled.
"Of course not. That's clearly a German shepherd."
"...So?"
"So I'm a Belgian malinois. Totally different."
Anthony frowned. He still looked like a German shepherd to the poor flustered insect. Now he felt perverted and ignorant. At least until the canine winked at him.
"That was a joke, you learn pretty quickly that most people can't even see the difference when you tell them. And I gotta say, I really like this one."
He tapped the explicit drawing as he handed back the notebook, then looked deep into Anthony's eyes for a moment.
"Wh-what?"
"Nobody said art couldn't be explicit. And by the way, you were right, Tony doesn't suit you... but you know what, you strike me as an Annie."
"Annie?"
The immediate reaction was that it sounded ridiculous, but as he thought about it, he actually started to like it. He was short, always had been, and slender. His limbs were thin and somewhat effeminate, and he enjoyed wearing his hair long, though he usually wasn't brave enough to do so, fearing what people might say. 'Annie'. He liked the sound of that.
"That's a nice one, actually. Thanks, Derek."
"No problem... Annie. Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
The dog leaned to the side, looking at his new friend's back.
"Why don't you have any wings?"
He shrugged.
"Same reason you have opposable thumbs, I guess."
He was referring to the hereditary science known as Morphic Inheritance, which determined seemingly at random how many feral traits a Morphic individual displayed.
"Not all of us have them. I know a guy with four arms, same deal. We're a varied bunch, us bees."
Derek laughed as Anthony put on an exaggeratedly haughty expression. It made the bee feel good. The blush was retreating again, and he found himself feeling comfortable around the personable malinois. At least until he began to tell a story.
"I have to admit something, Annie. I have seen a bee before. Just last week, actually. I was at the gym, it's only about four blocks from here, and I was on the treadmill when I see this little bee across the room. And I realize that he's looking at me whenever I'm not looking at him."
Annie's eyes widened, at least the two eyes that were capable of widening.
_ Uh-oh..._
"He keeps peeking at me the rest of the time I'm there. While I'm lifting weights, while I'm getting a drink at the fountain, while I'm taking a breather. I even saw the little bee watching me in the shower. And you know what? I realized that I was flattered. I liked it."
As Derek's smile widened, he began running his eyes up and down the insect's slender form. Anthony shifted in his chair, unused to people looking at him like that.
"I even tried to talk to the little bee afterwards, but he saw me coming and got out of there in a big hurry."
He winked at Annie, who felt a sudden flutter in his stomach.
"So imagine how pleased I was when I came to the library for a history assignment and I find the little bee putting his 'figure studies' to good use."
"Derek, I, uh... I didn't mean anything by it, I was just..."
The canine chuckled.
"You're cute when you're nervous, Annie."
The flustered bee looked away.
"I - I'm sorry for staring, I know I shouldn't have."
"Don't be sorry, I was flattered."
Anthony tensed up as the dog laid a warm hand over his own.
"Just wanna get to know you better."
And then, before Annie could fully process this, Derek boldly leaned over and kissed him.
For a few seconds, the bee was frozen with shock, not in any way used to being so public about this kind of thing, but after a few moments, he gave in to the experience and began to kiss the dog back, feeling their tongues gently sliding and rubbing against each other as he reached up to place his hands on the other male's shoulders. The bee shivered as he felt Derek return the gesture, running his wide, strong hands across the yellow and black fuzz on Annie's arms. After a few moments, they broke it off, Derek grinning widely and licking his lips.
"Well I'll be damned. I actually taste honey!"
Anthony giggled; this was generally the reaction when people kissed a bee for the first time. There were no stores in the world that carried Morphic-made honey, that would just be too weird, the same way that nobody drank milk from Morphic cows, but bees produced honey whether they lived in a hive or not.
"That was really nice, Derek."
He leaned over to hug the canine, who eagerly returned the embrace.
"Mmm, I agree."
Annie felt the malinois pulling him closer, and realized he was encouraging the bee to sit on his lap. He automatically glanced around nervously, but there was no one else in sight, they had the floor to themselves.
_ What am I doing, he's a stranger, I don't even know his last name... But he_ likes me, and it's been so long... Ah, what the hell, why not?
He hopped over onto Derek's muscular thigh, and threw his arms around the canine's neck as they kissed once more. It was quite the sight, Derek's tail wagging like crazy behind him, slapping gently against the padded seat of his chair, Anthony's antennae leaning over the front of his face to explore the top of the dog's head, passing along information about him to the bee that was very enlightening; unfortunately, it cannot be described in detail, as it would make no sense whatsoever to anyone who does not also have a pair of feelers sticking out of their forehead.
As the two young men made out, Derek's hand was pressed against the small of Annie's back, and gradually sliding lower, towards his jean-clad rear end. Before he got there, however, he encountered a soft, round body segment, about the size and shape of a melon (although much lighter and softer to the touch), growing out of Anthony slightly above the spot where most Morphic species grow their tails. As he began to curiously squeeze and prod at it, Annie's eyes fluttered open. Derek broke off the kiss and spoke with a quiet amusement.
"What have we here, Annie?"
"That's just my abdomen."
The malinois playfully poked his new friend in the stomach.
"I thought this was your abdomen."
Grinning, Anthony returned the poke.
"No, that's where your abdomen is, that's my thorax. Don't you know anything about insects?"
The grin faltered somewhat as Derek's curious hand reached the bottom of the bulbous protrusion, and encountered a smooth slit in the flesh. Running his fingers along it, Derek leaned to the side to try to get a better look.
"Say, what's this? I thought bees had a stinger here..."
Glad that his companion wasn't paying attention to his face, Annie shuddered; that particular portion of his anatomy was immensely sensitive, and he trembled as the canine inadvertently sent waves of pleasure up his abdomen and throughout his body.
"We - we do, it's just inside, retractable, you know..."
Seemingly totally unaware of what he was doing to the young artist, Derek continued groping and rubbing at the orifice.
"Well, that answers that question, I was wondering how you keep from accidentally poisoning people, especially if you're, oh say, getting intimate with them."
At that exact moment, Derek slipped an inquisitive finger into the slit, poking around inside to see what was there, and that sensation, combined with the heated content of his comment, caused Anthony to inadvertently moan out loud. Much to his dismay, however, Derek yanked back his hand like he'd been burned.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"
Blushing yet again, Annie bashfully looked away and leaned back.
"N-no, actually it... it feels really good."
Glancing down as the insect leaned away, that sexy grin returned to Derek's face.
"Ooh, I can see that."
The canine managed to totally shock Annie once again, as he felt the dog's fingers pressing against his penis through his jeans.
About four million emotions were flooding the poor boy's mind at this point, chiefly among them embarrassment that he was already fully hard, surprise that he hadn't noticed before, and an intense desire that began to spread throughout his body as he felt Derek's fingers touching his manhood, separated from his straining flesh only by a few layers of fabric. When the dog spoke up again, his voice was a low growl.
"God damn, Annie, I've known you for five minutes and I already want you so bad I can taste it..."
The adrenaline rushing through his veins gave the bee uncharacteristic boldness, shivering as he reached down to return the gesture and discovered that Derek was much in the same state he was within those stylish cargo pants. His mouth suddenly felt arid and dry as he felt the other male's erection throb lightly at his touch, even through the tent of clothes. Without another word, Derek leaned down and began to trail kisses along Annie's neck, and the little bee whimpered and closed his eyes, revelling in the sensation.
"Oh God, Derek, I want you too..."
He was about to ask where the dog lived when he felt the other male's hands gently opening the fly of his jeans, letting out a most-uninsectoid yelp as Derek gripped his hard-on through his underwear.
"W-wait, Derek! We can't just do this right here!"
His legs shifted and squirmed as he felt the big canine squeezing and kneading his cock, feeling himself throbbing in the other male's warm grip. The knowledge that they were in an open, public area wrestled in his mind with his exceptional arousal; if this kept up, he might end up just fucking the dog right there on the table!
"I don't see why not, there's plenty of room..."
"Please, Derek! I mean it!"
The malinois leaned back and reluctantly nodded, only to suddenly grin as if something had just occurred to him.
"Then come with me."
He stood up, taking Anthony with him, and walked off towards the stacks - without letting go of the insect's erection.
Annie felt as horny as he did embarrassed as his companion lead him to the thick rows of books by his penis, giving it a squeeze every few steps to make it worse. They stopped way off in the corner, in the back; surrounded by out-of-date, dusty reference textbooks and teacher's editions.
"Trust me, Annie, no one's gonna come back here, we'll have all the peace and quiet we need."
Overwhelmed with lust, the bee could only nod, trembling as Derek made short work of his belt and opened the button on his pants, letting the jeans slide down his slender legs to pool at his feet. Anthony would have blushed harder if he hadn't already been going at maximum; as his pants slid away, it was revealed that the underwear he had on was a pair of panties, the same yellow hue as most of his fuzzy body, with a flower and a cartoon honeybee emblazoned on the front. Right now the image was a little distorted, as his aching member was stretching out the underwear, and a small dark spot of pre had soaked into the material around the head of his cock.
"They're cute, it suits you."
Derek, hungrily eying the bulge in the underwear, tucked his fingers into the waistband, and was about to yank them down and expose the bee to his eyes when Annie pulled away and pushed the canine back. Derek was about to ask the obvious question, but Annie dropped to his knees and returned the favour, opening the fly of his increasingly tight pants, reaching inside and grasping the other male's erection, which was visibly larger than his own, through his boxers. Not wanting to waste any time, he tugged the end of Derek's penis through the fly of his boxers and ran his tongue from the base of the shaft to the quivering tip, before eagerly wrapping his plump lips around the head of the canine's rod. As he slid down the shaft, tickling the underside with his tongue, Derek closed his eyes and tilted his head back, groaning quietly.
"Oh fuck, Annie..."
Once he'd actually gotten his mouth on the other male's erection, the urgency Anthony felt started to diminish, replaced with the desire to show the dog exactly how talented he was. Sure, people liked to joke that the bee had 'blowjob lips' because they were full and plump, but Annie prided himself on deserving that title. In no time at all, he had Derek shivering with pleasure and biting his tongue to keep from letting out cries of ecstasy that might attract the attention of other people in the library. As the bee swirled his tongue around the taut skin on the head of Derek's manhood, the canine shuddered, his prick throbbing in his lover's mouth. Annie mentally patted himself on the back as he discovered the familiar taste of pre on his tongue.
"God damn, looks like it was a good idea to study today after all..."
As he continued to suckle on the other male, Anthony reached up and undid the button on his jeans, struggling with the belt from this angle until Derek helped him, curious to see what the bee had in mind. Annie tugged the malinois' jeans down to his knees, then reached up through the open leg of his boxers and gently took hold of his scrotum. Derek sighed happily as the bee began to play with his balls, squeezing just enough to feel good and rolling the testicles around his hand.
"Go figure, the first cute guy I work up the nerve to talk to since I moved..."
He trailed off as he shuddered with pleasure again.
"...turns out to be some kind of blowjob legend."
Immensely pleased with himself, Anthony gently lifted the leg of Derek's boxers and exposed the testes he was so happily playing with, and then pulled a switch: he pulled back off of the canine's length with a slurp, and placed his hand on the glistening shaft, jerking him with strong, even strokes. Then he nuzzled against Derek's balls, inhaling deeply of his scent before ever-so-gently taking one of the quivering male's testicles into his mouth, tugging on it a little with his lips and bathing the skin with his tongue, before switching to the other, teasing and stimulating the twins as he stroked and massaged Derek's aching member, nibbling lightly on the loose skin of his sac while the canine leaned against the shelves for support and moaned quietly. Annie hadn't been paying tribute to his balls for long when Derek whispered urgently to him.
"Fuck, Annie... I'm gonna come..."
Wordlessly, the bee switched back, taking the end of Derek's prick into his mouth and squeezing the canine's balls as if encouraging them to be extra-productive.
"Oh shit... oh shit... ohhhh!"
Derek tilted his head back and stuffed his hand in his mouth to keep from howling his pleasure to the entire library as he came, hard, into Annie's mouth, as his fuzzy lover used his tongue and free hand to stimulate every inch of his throbbing cock, inside his mouth or otherwise. The bee shivered as the first dollop of his new lover's warm seed landed on his tongue, the canine coating the inside of his mouth in fresh come with every pulse of his member, grunting as he came and came and came, Anthony milking all the pleasure out of him he could get, coming dangerously close to blowing the poor lad's mind.
Finally, Derek finished coming, and sagged back against the shelves, his knees barely holding him up. Annie carefully leaned back, letting the Malinois' deflating prick slip out from between his lips, then swallowing the warm load in his mouth, a very self-satisfied grin forming on his face as he licked his lips. He hadn't spilled a drop. Finally deciding to give his legs a break, Derek slid down the shelves, coming down to the still-kneeling bee's eye level, smiling tiredly, breathing heavily.
"Annie, that was... incredible."
Anthony blushed and averted his eyes.
"Heh... thanks."
To his surprise, Derek laid a hand on his cheek, turned him to face the canine, and leaned forward, obviously going for a kiss.
"W-wait, Derek, I just -"
Blushing, he gestured at the satiated organ hanging between Derek's furry thighs. The malinois smirked, narrowing his eyes in a delightfully predatory manner.
"So?"
And he pressed his lips against a pair that still tasted of his own seed.
The kiss was shorter than Anthony would have liked it to be, Derek breaking it off after a few moments to focus that smile on the bee once more.
"Now then, let's see about returning the favour..."
He reached down towards Annie's groin, but the insect, feeling a drop in the adrenaline buzz he'd been experiencing, suddenly felt self-conscious. He pushed himself to his feet and tried to back away, but the opposite shelf wasn't very far and he still had his pants around his ankles.
"No, no, that's okay, you don't have to -"
He let out an odd sound, something like a moan of pleasure would sound if hissed through the nose instead of the mouth. This was understandable, as Derek had reached out and squeezed his neglected erection through the thin material of his panties.
"Maybe I want to."
At the other male's urging, Anthony stood up on unsteady legs, turning away from his lover, bracing himself on the bookshelf in front of him, and shivering as Derek felt up his rear end. The Malinois ran into a problem involving the young insect's abdomen. The hole in the back of the panties, usually built to fit the tails of various morphic species, was nowhere near wide enough for the bulging appendage.
"Uh, how do I get these over this?"
"Th-there's a snap."
Feeling along the top, Derek did indeed find a fastener, which he quickly opened, Anthony's trembling increasing in intensity as the sunny yellow underwear slid down his thin legs. He clapped his hand over his mouth to trap his surprised moan inside when he felt the canine grip his erection without warning. As Derek began to gently stroke from one end of his manhood to the other, he also felt the dog's fingers teasing at the slit on the back of his abdomen.
"You said your stinger was in here, right?"
"Y-yeah? So?"
"...So how deep in is it?"
He could practically hear the canine smiling.
"You don't mean..."
His breath came out in a hiss as the tip of one of Derek's fingers pushed into the orifice, tracing the fleshy inside edge of the opening.
"I certainly do."
"A-actually, I file it down a little. It can't hurt anybody if it can't break the skin."
If it were possible for him to blush any harder, he would have at his next statement.
"You can go as deep as you want."
At that, he felt Derek's fingers pressing into him, exploring the narrow passage. It wasn't at all suitable for copulation, it was too narrow and too shallow for that, not to mention the problem of the blunt-but-still-present stinger. However, it was so very sensitive that just the feeling of one finger pushing inside and rubbing curiously along the walls was enough to have Annie feeling weak at the knees, holding onto the shelves so hard his knuckles went white beneath his fuzz. The insect clenched his teeth as he shivered with pleasure. Derek's right hand expertly sought out all the pleasure zones on his erection, squeezing, stroking, and scraping in exactly the right places to blow his mind, yet keep him under control so he didn't lose it too early. Meanwhile, his left hand was cautiously exploring an orifice the mammal didn't even possess, poking into the damp warmth of the stinger pod and feeling blindly around. This area of a honeybee possesses oddly large concentrations of nerve clusters, because a stinger is a bee's most important weapon, and they need to know right away if it gets injured in some way. This has the side effect of rendering the flesh inside the pod exceptionally sensitive to touch, meaning the slightest movement of Derek's fingers across the slightly moist flesh within the pod sent bursts of pleasure up Annie's spine, keeping him wrapped in a cloud of bliss. At this moment, not only would he not have cared if someone walked in on them, he probably wouldn't have noticed.
As his magic fingers worked the bee's shaft, lightly scraping his nails across the most sensitive spots and dropping occasionally to give his balls a gentle squeeze, Derek smiled at the feeling of the drop of pre that emerged to soak into his fur.
"Oh my God, Derek... I, I..."
Annie trailed off, shuddering yet again. The malinois, feeling quite good about his skills, turned his attention to the stinger pod once more.
"Never seen anything like this before. Tell me, Annie... do you ever play with it on your own time?"
Blushing, the bee nodded.
"S-sometimes. It's r-really sensitive, so I - ah! - try not to go too crazy..."
"You mean like this?"
That was his only warning before he pushed his first and middle fingers together and then thrust them deep into the warmth of the pod, pushing and pulling in rhythm, 'fucking' the tight orifice. Annie staggered under the strength of the pulse of pleasure that exploded through his body, his knees almost giving out as he let out an extremely high-pitched yelp.
"Oh Jesus!"
Derek also increased the speed of the hand on the other male's penis, so it rapidly became apparent that he was trying to finish Annie off. Sure enough, the bee, who was practically vibrating now from sheer pleasure, realized he couldn't hold his climax back much longer.
"Oh Derek... I'm gonna... I can't... ohhhhhh!"
Anthony closed his eyes and threw back his head as he moaned, his orgasm finally overtaking him. His erection throbbed in Derek's grip, spurting his hot come out into the cool library air, painting the books on the lower shelves in front of him with his seed. Derek kept tweaking his cock in the perfect spots, teasing the stinger pod with his fingertips, dragging his pleasure out and causing him to come a lot more productively than usual; he hadn't blown a load that big since the time he'd fallen off a ladder and had splints on both wrists for a week.
Eventually, the honeybee's orgasm came to an end, and with it all the strength that had been keeping him up. He sighed, feeling dizzy, as his knees gave out and he collapsed, only to fall directly into the protective net of Derek's waiting arms. When the room stopped spinning, Annie found himself leaning against the canine's broad chest, those thick arms wrapped protectively around him. What made his heart flutter, though, was the magnificent smile that was once again directed his way.
"Looks like you enjoyed yourself."
Annie giggled and nodded.
"Have you taken lessons or something? That was amazing."
Derek leaned down and kissed the bee on the forehead.
"Self-taught, actually. Maybe sometime I'll teach you."
"I sure hope so, because I'll never be satisfied with my technique again!"
They laughed softly and briefly kissed, warm and simple and happy, totally oblivious to their dishevelled state and their surroundings. At least, that is, until Annie glanced down towards his feet and caught sight of the books on the opposite shelf. His eyes widened and he clapped his hands over his mouth, totally mortified.
"Oh my God! I came all over those books! Oh man, that one looks ruined..."
For a moment, a wild fantasy played through his head where the library would DNA test the semen that had splattered on their precious tomes, to track him down and punish him for his terrible deed. Fortunately, Derek calmed him down with a hug and a reality check.
"Relax, little bee. This is the reference section, nobody ever comes in here. And I think you lucked out, those ones look pretty out of date anyway."
He lifted a foot and tapped one book with the tip of his shoe; the title was partially covered by sperm, but the words '1994 Edition' were still clearly visible. Given that he was one of the few people who still liked libraries for what they had to offer, that did make Anthony feel a lot better.
"Well, okay, but next time, let's try to keep the books dry, okay?"
"Funny you should mention next time..."
Derek took Annie's hand and moved it down to his groin, and the bee shivered as he realized his new lover was hard again. He giggled, looked up at Derek, and smiled.
"Sounds good to me, but maybe we should just relax for a bit, I'm still recovering."
"Heh heh, sure. C'mere, you."
He pulled the bee's face up to his and they kissed once more.
A few minutes later, their kissing had gone from warm and passionate to hungry and needy once more, and Derek stood, helping Annie unsteadily to his feet. The malinois was quick to put the ball in his small friend's court.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Anthony blushed, but spoke his mind anyway.
"I want you, Derek. I want to be with you."
The canine smiled that roguish grin once more.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
Moving a little ways down the aisle to avoid the sticky books they'd left behind, Derek wordlessly gave Annie a boost, holding his thighs while the bee leaned his arms against the shelves behind him. They had not discussed who would play which role; that had been obvious to both of them for quite a while now. Moving his hands to the insect's buttocks, Derek repositioned Annie slightly, and brought his erection up to the smaller male's anus. Surprising the bee a little, he then hesitated.
"Are you sure about this, Annie?"
Anthony, on the other hand, did not hesitate at all.
"Yes."
"What about protection, do you want me to put on a condom?"
That one gave the bee pause, but not much.
"No, I... I trust you, Derek. You wouldn't do this if you weren't clean."
His grin returned and he winked at the insect.
"You're right, but thanks for the vote of confidence."
Leaning over, Derek gathered up some of Annie's cooling seed from the books down aisle, and smeared it on his erection, using the bee's own come as lubricant to get the job started. When he'd finished, he brought his fingers up to his muzzle and exaggeratedly licked them clean.
"I'm a little disappointed, I was hoping that would taste like honey too."
Annie snickered.
"If we made honey like that, nobody would ever eat it!"
Lining himself up for the deed, Derek winked.
"Oh, I don't know, I bet a few people would be steady customers..."
And with that, he pushed his hips forward, and his erection slid into Annie's backside.
Anthony couldn't really take his hands off the shelf, given that he was supporting part of his own weight with them, so he bit his lip to keep the gasp contained as he felt the canine's penis, coated in his own sperm, pushing into him, making itself at home. At the same time, Derek shivered; from the ease of entry, he knew Annie had at least had a little experience, but he was still so tight! He hissed through his teeth as he felt the bee's muscles parting for him, welcoming him inside, into the insect's warmth. He felt himself throb once inside his lover as Annie squeezed down on him.
"Oh fuuuuuck..."
Before too long at all, Derek found himself hilted in the slender bee, sighing with pleasure as he felt Annie squeezing down on his entire length. Anthony, meanwhile, lifted his legs and wrapped them around the larger male's waist, so that Derek could more easily focus on the task at hand. Both males swallowed grunts of pleasure as the canine pulled back and began to thrust into the bee's rear. Very, very quickly, Annie found himself getting hard as the immense pleasure he was receiving had its effect on him. Derek changed their position slightly, pushing the bee's back against the shelves so he could wrap his arms around the canine's neck, making it easier for them to kiss as the larger male continued thrusting. Annie kind of missed the sensation of Derek's fingers exploring the stinger pod, but feeling the dog plunging into him again and again more than made up for it, especially with the added sensation of Derek's wide hands on his rear end, squeezing his sunny yellow buttocks even as he buried his manhood between them.
They stayed like that for a little while, rutting like ferals in the aisle, and it was a good thing the shelving units were bolted to the floor, or the pressure they were exerting on this one might have caused a domino chain reaction of the sort normally unseen outside of Saturday morning cartoons. But they were oblivious to potential catastrophe, the only things in their universe were the sensations caused by Derek's prick rubbing and grinding against Annie's inner walls, and the tongue-wrestling match they were engaging in with reckless abandon. Anthony broke it off and nuzzled against his canine lover, whimpering slightly.
"God, you're good at this..."
He licked the insect's forehead, right between his compound eyes, and smiled.
"You're not so bad yourself, little bee."
Once again, Derek took hold of Annie's erection, his strokes a little erratic from the way his own thrusting was jostling the bee around. Anthony buried his face in Derek's shoulder and let out a shuddery moan. With the combined stimulation from both sides of his body, he knew he wasn't going to last very long.
"Derek, I'm - I'm gonna come..."
The malinois didn't respond, he just smiled even wider and began to thrust harder and deeper. Annie felt the other male's erection bumping and pressing against just the right spot to stimulate his prostate, and swallowed a loud groan. No, it wouldn't be long at all...
Sure enough, less than a minute after Annie's warning, the bee trembled against his lover's chest and pressed his face into his furry shoulder to contain his cries as pleasure exploded outward to fill his slender frame, his antennae tenderly exploring Derek's head, moving jerkily due to the muscle spasms that wracked his entire body. The bee felt his erection pulsing in Derek's warm grip, erupting to coat the canine's hand in hot, gooey come. With each spurt, Annie clenched down on the malinois' flesh within him, and he felt Derek tensing up with the effort to fight off his own climax. This barely registered, of course, because Anthony's mind was filled with the empty bliss of orgasm, shuddering against the dog as joy ran up and down his spine. As his climax slowly came to an end, he went slightly limp, sagging against the shelves and breathing heavily. After a moment to get his heartbeat under control, he leaned up and pulled Derek's face to his own, kissing him passionately, if tiredly, and at the same time, clenched down on Derek's member with all the strength those muscles could give him. Distracted by the kiss, the unexpected tightness brought the canine over the edge, and Derek groaned into the insect's mouth, kissing him as hungrily as if he were trying to feed on the honey that seeped from the pores inside, hilting himself in the bee's backside as his twitching penis started spurting, each release prompting a grunt from the dog. Annie had already finished, of course, but he closed his eyes and savoured the feeling of the canine ejaculating inside him, the hot, wet feeling of Derek's seed coating his insides. Both of the young lovers were wrapped in a fog of pleasure; their kiss electric, the bliss now shared between them.
When they were both fully sated at last, Derek's legs felt weak, so he slowly lowered them to the floor, Anthony slipping off of the dog's deflating penis and cuddling up next to him. Nothing was said, they just sat there, half-dressed and covered in sweat and come, enjoying the musky smell in the air and the closeness of each other's bodies. Annie was leaning against his lover's well-sculpted chest, listening to Derek's heartbeat returning to normal, and enjoying the sensation of the canine's seed slowly oozing out of his tender rear, while Derek gently placed his hand behind the insect's neck, holding him close, as he panted like a feral, his grin revealing that he felt like a million bucks. It was the bee who ultimately broke the silence first.
"That was great, Derek..."
"Thanks, Annie."
His tired smile widened slightly.
"You're so damned tight and hot that I had to work hard to last that long."
Anthony grinned and nuzzled against the dog's furry chest, while his antennae performed a similar motion, a signal of deep affection, against the other male's cheek. After a moment's thought, the bee blushed a little, glancing up to clarify something.
"I, uh, I don't normally have sex with strangers in the library, you know..."
To his credit, the canine looked a little embarrassed himself.
"Oh, uh, I know, I wasn't thinking that. Me neither!"
They sat there for a while longer, enjoying the company and basking in afterglow, until they heard a high-pitched female laugh, somewhere far off in the building, and remembered that they were hardly alone in the building, despite their current state of indecent exposure. The two quickly got up and did their best to clean up, and soon they were fully dressed and more or less presentable, though both males were planning on showering as soon as possible. As they walked back to the table where they'd met not long ago, Annie frowned, glancing at his watch.
"I've gotta get going, Derek, but, ah..."
While the insect reached for the proper words, his new lover surreptitiously snuck a hand into the notebook that contained the bee's sketches, before finishing the sentence for him.
"...You want to see me again sometime?"
Anthony nodded, his blush doing nothing to diminish his smile. Derek handed him the notebook and nodded down to it; it was open to the page with the nude, muscular canine that had been drawn after Anthony's 'observations' in the gym. Scrawled right next to that image was a signature, a phone number, and an e-mail address. The dog winked at the smaller male and shot him that toothy grin that made the bee melt inside.
"I'm not doing anything tomorrow afternoon, if you want to go get coffee or something..."
Blushing more furiously than ever, Annie nodded.
"S-sure, that sounds great! Can I call you tonight?"
Derek surprised the insect by leaning in and kissing him on the forehead, his voice low and slightly sultry.
"That would be great. Talk to you then, little bee."
Anthony could only stand there and watch as the dog gathered up his stuff and walked away, waving casually. The only way the insect's expression could be any easier to read is if his pupils had suddenly been replaced with big red cartoon hearts. He stood there for a while longer, lost in thought, before someone coughed and he was brought back to reality. He slowly looked down at his notebook, saw the information Derek had added, and smiled. As he too left the library, holding his notebook before him, he couldn't help but notice that he suddenly felt an awful lot better about his drawing skills. Turning the page to the image of the burly canine having his way with the honeybee, his smile widened slightly. If life imitated art, then he had a few new ideas for his next picture...