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This story was written for Reivan as part of my patreon request days for November. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults. <3

More Than Fun

The night so far had been a lot of fun. Reivan had been more than a little nervous when he arrived at the bar and realised that his date wasn't there yet, and for all of thirty seconds his mind had been filled with all sorts of ridiculous worries. First a flash of anger, certain that he had been stood up, then guilt as he wondered if maybe there had been some sort of accident or family tragedy, and his anger at his date's absence was not only unfounded but deeply selfish. Thankfully for his sanity's sake however his worries had been cast aside after barely thirty seconds, when before he could even move away from the bar's entrance and think about getting a drink or securing them a table, he heard a loud, warm and wonderfully flamboyant voice address him from behind.

"I hope you haven't been waiting long. Traffic was absolute hell, I just got the Lyft to drop me off a block away and walked. In these shoes, can you believe it?"

Of course, Reivan had been late himself for exactly the same reason, and it was that familiarity, that common point of reference with which the date had begun.

The buck tried not to let his nervousness show through too obviously, tried not to let Jinx know how worried he was about the fact that this was his first date with a new person, with anyone in fact for quite some time. And whether his attempts to disguise those nerves were successful or not, the fox seemed more than happy to let those nerves pass without comment, carrying the conversation gleefully upon his own shoulders until Reivan felt more comfortable chiming in.

They talked about the traffic, laughed about some increasingly ridiculous reasons why it might have been so bad on this particular night, and from that point onward the pair jumped off into all sorts of casual, friendly conversation topics. Travel. TV. Books. Even the briefest flirtation with sport, though both men seemed glad that their date was as quick to exhaust their knowledge on the ongoing sporting events of the season as they were.

For much of the evening it might have seemed impossible for any passer-by to recognise that this was a romantic date at all, that this was anything more than a couple of friends sharing some drinks and a couple of plates of appetisers after a long week of work. And if he was honest, both at the time and after the fact, Reivan was glad of that. Immensely glad. Passion was all well and good. He'd felt that before. He'd known that full-in-the-face sort of intensity in a romance. But this... this more comfortable, friendly intimacy, it was so much easier for him to work with. So much more relaxing for the buck to know that whatever else, whether or not Jinx was anywhere near as attracted to him as he was to the fox, they were at least able to talk. To laugh. To spend hours in one another's company just chilling out.

Towards the end of the evening at the bar however, as the number of other patrons laughing and drinking and talking and revelling in the night around them grew first greater and greater, then tailed off as they approached closing time, that friendly intimacy did begin to take on a more tangibly romantic tone. A hand slid across the table and fingers began to rub affectionately across the back of Reivan's own palm. A comment about food led to a discussion of favourite meals, and the deer found himself blushing crimson as Jinx suggested that maybe they should see about grabbing some French toast for breakfast the following morning. And then, as last call was announced and it came time for the pair to call for a ride home, there came the question which transformed the night so far into something more than just fun.

"So... do you want to call your own Lyft home? Or, we could split one, if we're going the same direction..."

Jinx spoke honestly, openly as he offered Reivan a clear and shameless out, but his expression made it perfectly clear to even the nervous buck that this wasn't what he wanted, even before the rest of his question followed.

"Or behind door number three, we could just get a Lyft back to my place. Or to yours. Together. If that's something you'd like."

Taking a deep breath, Reivan steadied himself and his nerves, and he reached out, clasping one of the fox's hands in his own with a warm nod.

"Y-your place or mine. I don't mind. But... I'd like to go there together, w-wherever we go."

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Jinx was already stripped down to his underwear by the time they stumbled into the fox's bedroom. He snorted with playful laughter as Reivan shuffled hurriedly after him and into the taller, slightly more athletic male's embrace, his own trousers still tangled around his hoofed feet in his hurry to follow the fox. They kissed deeply, Jinx's hands running all over Reivan's bare torso, sliding up over the back of his head, tracing across the leather of the buck's collar before running up through his hair and onto the branching rise of his antlers. Both men could feel the other's arousal throbbing against them, separated only by a couple of layers of cloth as the fox's tight boxer briefs pressed against the front of Reivan's shorts, both tented, both twitching in excitement.

Barely a minute later, both men were naked as they fell onto the fox's bed. A gentle, playful growl escaped Jinx as he crawled upon Reivan, and he nibbled upon the deer's neck, murmuring happily as his new lover arched his back and bellowed in joyous elation at that most tender, delicate of actions.

"You like that, huh?"

He pulled back from the act and spoke, but not with the seductive, teasing prompting of someone encouraging their lover to moan for them or grant them further encouragement to do the same again. It was a true, genuine question, and one which made Reivan's face flush crimson as he was totally caught off guard by its sincerity.

"I... I... u-uhh..."

Jinx kissed him on the lips again, and Reivan shuddered as their now bare, exposed cocks twitched against one another.

"It's okay, cutie-buck. Look... I have this... let's not call it a rule, but a... thing I like to do first time out with someone. Or rather, first time in."

The way he spoke that last word made Reivan's already reddened face burn ever deeper beneath his fur. The deer's cock throbbed eagerly, and he felt a trickle of pre-cum oozing its way down the underside of his member before it intersected with Jinx's own cock, drizzling a little of that pre-cum between their two members. Grinning and breathing heavily in his own excitement, the fox continued to speak.

"The first time I take someone to bed with me... it's about more than fun. It's about honesty. I hope that doesn't sound lame to you, because... if it does, hey, that's a good thing for us to learn early on. But, if it doesn't sound lame? If you understand why I like my partners to know what page I'm on, and where they are in relation to that... if you get why I want to know what things you like, what things you hate, what things I can do to make you moan like this..."

He nibbled on Reivan's neck tenderly once again, and giggled as the buck thrashed, trembled and gasped in excitement once more.

"...and of course, I like my partners to know what they can do with me to make me react that same way."

Still trembling, still breathing heavily after those delectable neck nibbles just beneath his collar's leather bindings, it took a few moments for Reivan to gather his thoughts enough to compose a coherent response.

"I... I like being nibbled. A-all over. Gently, but... n-not too gently. I like it when people tug on my collar. Not like... choking, or anything. But, r-reminding me it's there. Reminding me they know it's there for them to tug on whenever they like."

He looked up at Jinx bashfully, a little nervously, half hoping that he was doing the right thing by sharing so openly like that, without even waiting for a question to be asked, and half hoping that the fox didn't just laugh at him for the things he'd chosen to reveal. Not because they were super kinky or anything like that, but almost because of how modest and meek those wishes were, yet how deeply he delighted in the mere thought of them. To his delight however, Jinx looked absolutely overjoyed by what he had said. Indeed before the fox responded with words of his own, he did so with a deep kiss to the buck's open, panting muzzle.

"I'm not the most adventurous lover. I'm pretty vanilla, actually. But... I try to prove to people that vanilla can be a delicious flavour in its own right if prepared correctly. I like to get up close with my lovers. All warm and cuddly. And... if it's up to me, I'll be the one on top of things, most of the time. But, no matter where I am, I take great pride, great responsibility in making sure that the man I'm with doesn't get a break until he's absolutely satisfied."

Between each of them sharing a truth or two about their intimate wishes and longings, a deep kiss, some fondling, touching and some brief bouts of cuddling tended to make themselves known. After a few occasions sharing back and forth, learning, exploring, blushing and moaning as they were delighted and buoyed by the amount they seemed to have in common, they found themselves wrapped up in one another. Physically entwined as Reivan's legs encircled Jinx's hips and the fox's arms wrapped around the deer's torso, the two of them holding themselves together as their bodies rocked and their cocks twitched, grinding and teasing back and forth across one another, getting their partner and indeed themselves all the more worked up as they shared more and more.

At some point of course, actions became more frequent, more urgent in their need to be expressed than the words that might have explained their reasoning. Passion rose up not in spite of their more gentle, measured approach to things, but because of it, both men feeling all the more confident in doing more together, sharing more with one another in terms of their bodies for all they had already shared with their words. Reivan lay upon his belly now, whimpering happily as warm arms rested beneath him, rubbing and fondling his chest. A lush pillow lay at rest beneath his loins, and he groaned as his straining arousal throbbed and instinctively humped down against it, while a slick, well lubricated cock began to press its way into his rear end.

"Hold me..."

Reivan moaned happily, unabashed in his plea as Jinx's cock pushed deeper into him, their bodies growing ever more intimately entwined with every inch of the fox's member that drove itself into the deer.

"Slow and deep. Oh. Oh, J-Jinx... just like that... ahhhh..."

The fox's thrusts were perfect, and when the other male growled and began to nuzzle at the back of Reivan's collar, tugging on it with his teeth a few times before those same teeth began to nip at the deer's shoulders and the sides of his neck, Reivan's head span with just how incredible it all felt. It seemed as though he could have cum right then and there, as though just by listening, just by paying attention and slowly coaxing him to this point where all his deepest and yet simplest wants were being tended to, Jinx had somehow bypassed all the awkwardness, all the nerves, all the potential disappointments of a first time. Instead, there was only pleasure. Instead, there was only pure, overwhelming desire and joy.

"Ah. R-Reivan. Tell me, please. Tell me this won't be the only time we get to feel this. Tell me t-that tonight... you'll stay with me. You'll let this happen again. And t-that after today, you'll give me the chance to see you again. To hold you. To feel you like this, a-and in so many other ways, again."

And after hearing Jinx beg so openly, so sincerely for nothing more or less than more of this; more time to be shared between them before their first night together was even done, Reivan could no longer understand why he had been so nervous to begin with. Why he had been so worried, and more importantly why he had been so worried about sharing those worries with Jinx. All he had wanted, deep down, was for this date and the night which encompassed it to be fun. Not life changing. Not mind bending. Just... fun.

But now, as he lay there with the fox atop him, so warm, so comfortable, so lost in the throes of pleasure as Jinx's cock twitched against his prostate and left his own erection drooling liberally into the pillow beneath it, Reivan knew that this night, and indeed this date had become so much more than he had ever anticipated, or ever allowed himself to hope for.

It was more than fun, because Jinx, and indeed himself when he was with Jinx, were both unafraid to admit that they desired more than just fun.

They wanted to be close. They wanted to be intimate.

They wanted to be together with their partner. With the man with whom they were lying, writhing and gasping in pleasure right now.

And because they had shared that, because they both knew that, because they'd each taken a chance on this being more than just fun, it was.

By Jeeves

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