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Santiago muscled past Tamati on his way to the fridge. Purely domination, and Tamati knew it as well as Santiago did. What excused it was the grin on the dog's face and the grin the fox gave back. Friendly competition with a side of testosterone poisoning.

"Water only taste good when you act like an asshole to get to it?" Tamati asked.

Santiago chugged down better than half of what was inside the flimsy plastic bottle. Some of it ran down his chin, washing over his chest, cutting small swaths in the sweat and glitter dusting his white fur. "Sure does," the dog said after his drink. "But it's not an act."

Tamati adjusted his thong - cherry-red, almost a match for his eyes - and made a point of hefting his balls. The bulge in his pouch was fat, sweat permeating the fabric. His musky smell might have been overwhelming if not for the fact that Santiago and all the other men in the break room smelled like raw sex too.

"Speaking of, better get that asshole ready, dog," Tamati sneered. "Up to six grand, myself. Typical night for me."

Santiago the tall white Dogo Argentino (something nobody at the club could pronounce) took a moment to air out his plump cock. It dangled almost to his knee, foreskin intact, flesh colored a glinting black. He watched Tamati's eyes drift to it.

"Only six grand? Bummer, man," Santiago said with a smile. "You only got one more set to catch up. I dunno, can you make two grand from a twenty-minute dance?"

Tamati's sneer vanished, replaced with an indignant scowl. It suited him, Santiago thought. Pissy looks were cute on the big black fox. "That's crap, no way you're up to eight already."

Santiago drained the rest of the bottle - being under those stage lights was sweaty business - then tossed it in the bin next to trash can. "You're right, you're right. I'm lying." He leaned in and gave Tamati a friendly smooch on the lips. His penis rubbed on the fox's thigh. "Nine, actually."

"Oh, fuck you, fuck off," Tamati growled, flustered and blushing. He shoved the grinning dog along, smacked his ass, pushed him toward the couches. "Fuck you, I'll be back after my set."

"No, fuck you," Santiago said in a correcting tone. "Right up your tight, black ass."

Tamati, still blushing, stormed off for the stage exit. Santiago sat back, snickering and grinning. While he waited for Tamati to finish up his set, he sent some dick pics to friends of his, the men and women he spent his free time with. Everyone appreciated a good look at the dog's meat.

About half an hour passed before Tamati came back into the break room. He was sweaty, huffing, and entirely naked, holding his thong by its narrow waistband. In his opposite paw was a wad of cash. Without looking at Santiago, he walked over to the lockers, opened his with quick and practiced spins of his combination lock, and put his cash in a mesh bag inside.

"So-o-o," Santiago, now fully nude himself, said as he splayed out on the couch. He hooked a leg over the edge. "I think we'll start with my balls, it's been a while since I had 'em sucked on. By you, that is."

Tamati grumbled. He knelt down in front of the couch, knees landing hard in the plush carpet. This whole bet was stupid. He could have gone home with anyone in the club, gotten his asshole tongued and his balls drained like a king. He nosed Santiago's balls, nuzzling their sweaty white fur. His jaws parted and he gulped on the dog's sack, sucking the whole plump mass in his mouth. It didn't take long for Santiago to start petting him, running his fingers through Tamati's silvery long hair.

"Hey, that's a good fox. Doing what foxes do best, right?" Santiago grinned cheekily. His teeth glinted. "Ye-e-eah, suck my nuts. Suck 'em."

The fox exhaled sharply through his nostrils. He looked up at Santiago, around the dog's cock, which dangled half-hard and somewhat to the side. Their eyes locked briefly and Tamati closed his, but not before Santiago smiled and blew him a noisy kiss.

Asshole, Tamati thought, always sucking, gulping. Working his tongue on the dog's heavy sack. The smell of Santiago's body was strong. The dog smelled of raw testosterone and manly musk. It didn't excite Tamati as much as the smell of a woman in heat but it didn't repulse him either. He pulled back, mouth popping off the dog's sack, and then he went in again harder, tighter. His penis stiffened. It was fat and black, longer than Santiago's but circumcised, not that that mattered to most who watched them perform.

"Gawd, that mouth's made for sucking my nuts, isn't it?" the dog chuckled. He leaned further back and ruffled the fox's ears. Tamati growled; Santiago did not feel at all threatened. He didn't even acknowledge the sound.

Tamati popped his mouth off the dog's nuts again. Santiago's dark cock throbbed, fully erect and drooling precum down itself. The dog clutched it in a fist, gave it a couple of pumps, and pulled down to bare the tip. At the same time he pushed it closer to Tamati's lips and said, "Give it a kiss, right on the helmet. Don't act like you don't love my dick."

Still keeping up his silent treatment, Tamati smooched a firm kiss on the head of the dog's cock. He didn't embellish it with a smack, but his jowly lips did pucker and suck before the kiss was concluded. Without being told to go further, he dived on it, gulping, sucking like he had on the balls. Santiago laughed, taking his paw away.

"Ey, yeah, that's the Tamati I know. Slobber that sausage," Santiago said proudly. "You know how to do it."

The fox's tongue slithered and slurped the length of Santiago's dense, black meat. He pushed down until it brushed with the back of his throat. Deep throat was one of his talents, not one he liked to brag about. But Santiago knew he could do it, and he said to the fox, "Nah-ah, don't hold out on me. Down the hatch it goes."

I'll get you for this, Tamati thought, cheeks red. Hate how good it tastes. My dick should be in his ass right now. That would show him. He adjusted himself, straightening his neck and bending Santiago's cock harmlessly. He pushed inward, forcing open his throat with an exaggerated swallow, and the dog's meat pressed into the tight passage of Tamati's throat, its foreskin drawn back from the friction.

Santiago shuddered, grin wide, eyes shut. His toes curled and he pawed at the couch. "Oh, fuck yes," he groaned, chuckling. "Oh, yeah, that's it. That throat. Fuck, I don't know what's tighter - your throat or your asshole."

Tamati grumbled. It was difficult to do so with a cock buried in his throat; mostly it just vibrated Santiago's penis. The dog shivered at this feeling and chuckled as it ceased. "Mmm. Your asshole's good, but I tell you, it doesn't fucking vibrate like your mouth does. Keep growling, keep it up, be a good fox." He slid a paw again through the fox's silvery mane, then added, "Remember the bet. Anything I want."

Of course I fucking remember, Tamati thought bitterly, and the anger drove his thrumming growls. It was my own stupid idea.

The fox pushed down. Suppressing his gag reflex was as simple as holding his breath; he was practiced at it, as Santiago understood. His jowly lips and damp nose touched down in the dog's crotch where there was sweat and the smell of musky body odor. Santiago's musk gave Tamati a shiver. His own penis was flaccid - focusing enough to pull off deep throat tended to spoil his erections - but precum dribbled irregularly from its tip.

Santiago inclined somewhat and hooked a paw under Tamati's snout. Like petting a dog, he stroked the chin, going with the grain of the fur. Then he felt downward over the neck which resonated with growls, which squeezed and tried to usher down the thick black stalk of Santiago's penis. Feeling the remarkable bulge of his cock in the fox's neck never failed to amuse him. He said smugly, "Fuck, it's like you're swallowing a baseball bat."

Tamati's ruby-red eyes glared at Santiago a moment, then closed. He huffed through his nostrils. Beginning to move, to pull and push his throat on the dog's penis, Tamati drew some soft moans from the muscular dog. In spite of his pouting and scowling, he was blushing, savoring those moans and the pleasure he gave his friend - even if said friend was an asshole.

"Keep that up. Keep that shit up, Tam," growled Santiago, still fondling Tamati's neck, fondling himself through the fur and flesh of his friend. "You keep doing that, you're gonna make me fucking cum, and I know you like swallowing down my jizz."

Don't remind me, you bastard, thought Tamati, scowling and huffing and dribbling his slippery precum. His paws haltingly fondled the dog's nuts, fingers feeling through slobber still hot and thick in the fur. The thought of Santiago cumming was appealing - mostly so this would be over. Not that Tamati expected it to end there. Santiago was the kind of guy who could go multiple times, sometimes taking up an entire night with his needs. Tamati, of course, could match him.

Tamati drew back. He felt the knob of Santiago's penis, the ridge of its helmet, begin to tug at the orifice of his throat. Forcing himself to swallow, and his throat to consequently open, he popped the dog's cock back into his mouth and managed to keep most of his gag down, emitting only a sputter of a cough.

"Don't choke on it," Santiago said with a dry grin.

The fox took his mouth off the dog's cock. He nuzzled with it fondly, smearing his own saliva over his snout. Kissed the bottom of it, nuzzled and smooched it where the shaft met the sack. "Fuck you," he said, voice somewhat gravelly.

"Nah, fuck you, my silver-haired friend," Santiago replied, his sneer insufferable on his smug face. "Work the balls some more. Work 'em good, and don't act like you don't get off on it."

Tamati grumbled. He nosed down the dog's cock, nostrils leaving a streak in the drool, and in a sudden gulp he wrapped his mouth around the dog's fat sack all over again. His tongue slathered through the fur, smearing it down. Now he was a bit less burdened; he was getting hard, sucking on his friend's ballbag. He suckled hard, let off, suckled again, never putting on too much pressure. Tamati worked a set of balls almost as well as a dick.

Santiago stroked his big, black dick slowly and pridefully. The fox's slobber slipped under his paw like lube. "That's the good shit," he snorted. "You suck those fuckin' balls. suck 'em."

The fox grumbled but kept going. Sex with Santiago as much about the shittalking as the sucking. He hated to admit to himself that he liked the dog's attitude.

Santiago's plump white sack throbbed in Tamati's mouth, balls churning with the thick cream Tamati was covertly hungry for. Santiago planted his idle paw on the back of the fox's head and rubbed his ears. "Nobody works a set of dick and balls like a fox," he said with a sigh. "Absolutely_nobody."_

Tamati's red eyes rolled in their sockets with immature haughtiness. He closed them, hiding them, not wanting to see Santiago and his handsome face. He would still blush but he would do it less without the lecherous dog's eyes boring into him. Like a musician focusing on his instrument alone, he suckled and he tongued, working the balls without thinking of Santiago or even the reward at the end of this.

Tamati could close his eyes and even his mind to a point, but not his ears. Santiago said with phony sweetness, "You know I love when you tongue my sack, don't you, buddy?" He gave Tamati a fond pat, sighed, and smiled. To the casual observer he had the body language of a decadent king or tyrant, slumped in his throne with hardly a care in the world except immediate, physical pleasure. Santiago would have agreed with such a curt assessment.

The employee lounge was soundproofed for the convenience of the strippers. It was a room where they could escape the maddening thud of the spicy beats they were expected to dance to. The sound of the music carried in the floor as a dull tremor; the only noise in the room beyond the thrum of the air conditioning was Tamati's hungry suckling. Like the music, it had a rhythm of its own: suckle, suckle, release; suckle, suckle, release. Never too much pressure, sometimes a little flourish with the tongue.

Santiago's fingers coiled around his cock with a slow, reverent air. He was so used to manhandling his meat, beating it into submission, shoving it into friends and strangers alike, but there were times such as now when he enjoyed acknowledging just what a hung beast he truly was.

The dog slid his paw up his dark cock and down again, up, down again. From these lazy tugs came a steady rhythm. He huffed softly, not in exertion but pleasure. His balls were big and tender and full, seeming to slosh with cum inside of Tamati's gulping mouth. Slobber caked his fur and dribbled down slowly, heavy drops caught up and thinning out in the jungle of his coat. It didn't matter; Tamati was always adding more. His crotch was already soaked.

"Think I'm gonna cum," Santiago remarked, jerking good and hard now. Known for smug smirks and grins, Santiago put on a smile now which was nearly impish with its restrained naughtiness. He looked like he had an off-color joke in mind but knew better than to say it.

Tamati opened his eyes and watched his friend masturbate with quiet appreciation. He was so used to gulping and sitting on Santiago's cock but to see it being stroked was a simple pleasure often overlooked. He shifted on his knees, widening his jaws, pulling more of the dog's crotch into his maw. Now his tongue spread wide under Santiago's scrotum like a carpet rolled out for an esteemed guest. His whole mouth suckled the whole sack, bulging out his jowly lips, making him resemble a dog with a couple of tennis balls in his mouth. From between his black jowls, the stark white fur of Santiago's scrotum peeked, giving Tamati's mouth the striped appearance of an Oreo cookie in profile.

Santiago bit his lip, huffed, growled. His grin leveled off, replaced by a grimace of growing pleasure. Guests knew his embellished oh-face, the toothy grins he put on when he came buckets for his fans. Privately he was a bit more of a typical man, but the volume of his orgasms never changed. He kept jerking and huffing, playing with his own nipple rings, twisting them and sending tickles of sensuous pleasure through his black flesh.

"Ho, fuck, goddamn," Santiago hissed, gaining a hint of a grin. He gripped his cock savagely around the middle as if trying to contain its power. He pushed Tamati off of his balls, not minding the way the fox's teeth raked over them; by then the glands inside were so snugly close to the warmth of his groin that he felt the teeth only as a brush anyway.

Gripping Tamati by the crown and aiming his cock in an iron grip, Santiago urgently snarled, "Take it, take it!"

Tamati stared cross-eyed at the bore of Santiago's cock. He understood what was about to happen and clenched his eyes shut just in time. Ropes of cum slapped his face, rolling down the ridge of his muzzle, following the lines around to his chin and neck. The dog's slop added to the sticky mess of drool coating Tamati's chin already like paint on top of primer.

Santiago brayed as he came, a deep shuddering groan aching its way out of his chest. By the time he had finished and his cock hung in the air, throbbing with the thunderous beat of his heart, Tamati's face was a mess of white slop. It webbed in his fur and gummed in his hair. The fox wiped it away from his eyes, and then he indulgently sucked the sticky fingers, ran his tongue over his snout, lapped up Santiago's cum like licking cake batter from a bowl.

"Eat it," Santiago growled, a note of relief in his voice even if the smugness had never left. "You eat that cum, good foxy."

"Shut up," Tamati growled, self-conscious, rock-hard. "We done now?"

As if he had been waiting for Tamati to ask just that, Santiago shoved the fox onto the carpet and scooted off the couch. "Fuck no, we ain't done," the dog said with disgust, as though Tamati had just suggested the most offensive thing possible. He reached for Tamati's burly black breast and pinched one of the fox's nipples. Both were stiff. Like Santiago, Tamati's black nipples sported silver rings. Santiago twisted one, flicked it, and coaxed a shuddering moan from Tamati.

"Love having your tits played with, huh?" Santiago asked with the kind of grin only he could really pull off.

"Fuck off," Tamati huffed. "I suppose you want to put it in my ass now?"

Santiago pressed his crotch to the fox's. His shaft was semi-flaccid; Santiago could go again and again but even he needed a minute or two to cool off between rounds. Time to load the cannon, so to speak. He frotted his dark meat with Tamati's own thick, black cock. He leaned low and planted a wet kiss on the fox's sticky lips.

"Yeah," the dog growled. "I'm gonna fuck you in the ass so hard, in fact, that you're gonna pop from it. The same way you always pop from it."

Tamati still felt a swell of defiance. He had already had his face creamed, the sweaty-salty flavor of ballbag was on his tongue, but he could not keep himself from being just a bit bratty.

"Not with that flaccid dick of yours," he scoffed.

Santiago laughed in his face. "What dick? This fuckin' dick?" He gripped it hard, wielding it like a weapon. He brushed its stiffening length against Tamati's cock, then he added the fox's meat to his grip. Holding the two shafts belly to belly like mating dolphins, he pumped them slowly and said, "Feels pretty damn hard to me. I think you're just fussy because you want me to hurry up and jam it in, isn't that right?"

The fox avoided Santiago's coy gaze. Noncommittally, "Maybe."

Again Santiago laughed. The sound was a bit more good-natured. He smooched his friend on his sticky cheek. "Get on your all-fours like a good fox. Lift them tails up. I'll even lick your asshole before we get started, just 'cuz I'm such a nice guy."

"Just 'cuz you like the taste of asshole, more like," Tamati swiftly replied. But he was no fool; he liked a rimjob just as much as Santiago did. The dog gave him some allowance to move and Tamati rolled smoothly onto his stomach. It was a move he did night after night on the stage, shifting, moving sensuously like a snake when he got close, very close to the fans. Huffing in their faces, biting at them like a wild beast, never losing the bedroom eyes.

Santiago grabbed the clump of Tamati's tail stalks and hoisted all of them sharply up, startling a yelp from the fox. "Gentle, goddammit!" Tamati barked.

"Move faster, then!" Santiago barked back with almost cackling laughter. "And better yet, shut up. Be grateful I'm gonna give you the dick you love so much."

Tamati said something low under his breath. He lifted himself onto his knees, still feeling twinges of pain in his tails; he hated it not because it was painful but because he enjoyed it. Santiago knew all the right buttons to push.

The dog nuzzled into Tamati's muscular black ass cheeks. He gripped and split them open with gay savagery and exposed the fox's snug black anus. He pressed his nose to its rim, then his lips, and kissed it. Growling deep in his burly chest, Santiago slathered his tongue across the rim, wide fans of drool spreading into Tamati's fur and over his anus with each lap.

Knuckles on the floor, cockhead nearly touching the carpet, Tamati glanced back at his haunch and shuddered. All the bitchiness was suppressed for now; Santiago knew how to munch ass. The dog's rimjobs made up for skill with hunger. He ate ass. His teeth prodded and pricked the cheeks and his tongue pushed on the rim, threatening to fuck it, never quite doing it although Tamati always wished he would.

Santiago yanked back his slobbery snout and packed a finger deep into the spit-streaked hole of Tamati's anus. The fox grimaced and tensed. He said in a strained voice, "Easy, you fucking caveman, take it easy on me."

Santiago laughed. "I'm a caveman? I mean, yeah, maybe I will drag you by the hair back to my den." He slammed his finger into Tamati, the meaty digit prying open the fox's anal cavity, forcing slobber in deep. He held onto the fox's hip as if to keep him from escaping, but Tamati was pushing back. Keeping a good grip on the fox was only a matter of course.

"You asshole," Tamati hissed. "Just fuck me, would you?"

There was no sting in being called names by Tamati. Santiago was used to all the bluster from the fox. He liked it. He pulled back his finger in a painful jerk. The huff Tamati made was amusing in the same vein. None of it bothered him because Tamati was prone to behave exactly the same way when their fortunes were reversed.

"Yea-a-ah, guess I ought to feed my pet, huh?" Santiago chuckled. Tamati, chagrined, snorted and flared his nostrils. Santiago brought down a heavy paw, walloping Tamati on the ass with such force that what little chub there was in the fox's cheeks wobbled. Tamati yowled and whipped around, eyeing Santiago like a bull about to charge.

"Quit that," he snapped, but the fight was quick to drain out of his face. His cock was stiff, dribbling. He glanced at Santiago's swollen cock with a bit of awe. The fact that the dog was ready to go again so quickly after shooting so much spunk always awed Tamati and made him feel inadequate at times.

The great white dog sat against the couch and parted his legs in a manner both casual and inviting, bent at the knees, their splay drawing the eye to his spectacular groin. He palmed his crotch, kneading heavy, slobber-streaked balls, then squeezing the stalk of his dick. "C'mere," he growled, never losing his grin. "Come sit on this. You want to be fucked so bad, you're gonna work for it, sound fair to you?"

The fox was out of arguments to voice. He was horny, nearly desperately so, but still too prideful to look anything but irritated. He straddled Santiago, at first bringing himself down to ride the dog like he was a cowboy. Santiago grabbed his hips and tutted.

"Nah-ah. Facing away from me, like a good boy," said the dog, grinning almost ear to ear. "Like you love it. Don't tell me you don't."

"You're a son of a bitch," Tamati breathed, but he quickly acquiesced. Squatting, making the laboriously defined muscles in his legs pop against the skin, he brushed his ass to the dog's cock. Santiago sat passive, smirking. Tamati growled, "Little help, maybe?"

"You're a big boy, you have fingers. Use 'em."

Tamati snorted. He grabbed for Santiago's cock. His fingers brushed it, then caught on it, and he guided its thick, slick shaft, bringing down his rump simultaneously. The feeling of the glans against his puckered rim was enough to send a shudder up his body. He lost all pretense of bitchiness and growled, "Fuck, oh yeah."

The burly fox pushed down, huffing as he speared open his large, black ass. Santiago huffed, wrapped his arms around Tamati, but mostly he let the fox impale himself. And impale himself he did, grinding down, shifting to a seated position one leg at a time as his ass touched down, black meeting white as Tamati's rump engulfed all that Santiago had to give.

"Ti-i-ight fucking ass no matter how many times I wreck it," Santiago observed, nuzzling through the curtain of Tamati's silvery hair. He bit the fox's neck and said in a grumbling voice, "Now start bouncing, cowgirl!"

"I hate when you call me that," Tamati groused, but he was lying. He pushed against the burly dog, unmindful of his own heavy weight and bulky frame. With someone smaller he would have been careful. He took some immature pleasure from the grunt Santiago made as Tamati mashed him against the couch.

Whatever grumbling Santiago was doing, it didn't last. His arms hooked around the big black fox. Despite his command to bounce, Santiago braced his feet on the floor and he bucked. There was no room, no give for thrusting, but his cock still dug at Tamati's insides. It spat slippery ropes of precum into the fox's ass.

"God dammit, I'll bounce," Tamati snarled. He was blushing hotly. His penis throbbed, almost aching with the need to cum. Gagging on Santiago, smelling him, wearing his spunk and now this - a dick buried in his ass. It was a lot to bear and he had nothing to show for it. He mashed Santiago against the couch again.

Instead of a grunt, Santiago uttered a snarling laugh that made Tamati shiver with its domineering implications. The dog pushed his head under Tamati's armpit, forcing the fox to half-hug him. His paws slid up the black fox's stomach, traced over his pecs, and stopped at his nipples. "Get to bouncing, or I bend you over and breed you like a bitch, fox."

Don't threaten me with a good time, cocksucker, Tamati thought, coming close, so close to saying it. In this, anal sex, he wanted at least a little control. He could really squeal and get into it when Santiago bred him but he just wasn't in the mood to be that much of a bitch.

Tamati's leg muscles were powerful and well-worn. He could suspend himself from them just the same as he could support all his weight on either arm. Planting his feet on the floor and bouncing his body against Santiago was no challenge at all. The pleasure was steady, his anal passage snug around the dog's big dick. He closed his eyes, huffed. His penis hung in the air, so massive but so hard as to be calcified.

"Make yourself useful," he grumbled, "and jerk me off, asshole."

"Cowgirl finally shows a little backbone," Santiago laughed. The smugness was there, but so was a bit of warmth. He was enjoying himself deeply. He nuzzled with Tamati, licked his cum-streaked cheek, then lower across the bud of a nipple. His fingers caught on one, pinched it, rolled its piercing a quarter-turn either way. It was like tuning the fox; he felt Tamati's ass snug down as he dialed in imaginary stations.

His other paw cinched around Tamati's cock. It was like an extension of his own body, similarly fat and black and hot like his own cock was. He gave it to Tamati with loping strokes, head to balls, head to balls like putting on a coat of wax with as few streaks as possible. Occasionally stopping at the glans to wet his palm like chalking up his cue, then sliding down again.

Tamati grumbled deep in his chest. "Rrr. Fuck." Bouncing harder on Santiago, bringing his ass down so sharply there was a soft clap. His balls joggled and bounced, the glands inside fat with a bounty of sperm. He nuzzled Santiago and kissed him on the cheek, then growled, "Gimme a kiss, dude."

"No problem with a little sugar," Santiago said, the smug superiority almost entirely gone. He was huffing for Tamati, pushing into the fox but only barely, as if to give his own legs something to do but lie passive. The second nut always took longer, but not much longer in Santiago's experience; definitely not when it was up his buddy's ass.

The dog smooched with Tamati indulgently. Thick tongues, one canine, one vulpine slid together and muddled themselves into clumsy knot-shapes. Saliva drizzled from the corners of their mouths, a little drool the least of their worries as they fucked like men.

Tamati pressed his ass down harder, harder. He was whining softly. Only around Santiago did he let himself whine during sex. It was the one weakness Santiago never latched onto and abused. Tamati sometimes wondered self-consciously if Santiago was too polite to pick on him in his most vulnerable moments, or if the dog simply never noticed. Dulled hearing was common enough for people who worked in noisy strip clubs, he supposed.

"Yeah, dude," Santiago growled into the tongue-frenzied kiss. "Rrr, fuck yeah, boy. Yeah, you're milking me, you're fucking milking me with that ass."

"Good, yeah, yeah," Tamati wheezed. He was fully aware of how much he was blushing and how splayed-back his ears were. His prick seemed to be electrified under Santiago's loping paw. Not the first time Santiago had jerked him off; the dog had nice paws. He knew how to handle a fat dick.

"Fuck, dude, fuck," the fox groaned. The kiss faltered, leaving fox and dog huffing in the gap it left, tongues hanging from their maws. Santiago tuned the fox some more, stroked him even harder, and he curled his toes.

Nuzzling with Tamati's gleaming chest, Santiago grumbled, "Gonna cum, gonna fucking fill you up!"

Tamati leaned back into Santiago, dropping on him with all his weight, the whap of his butt into Santiago's lap a muffled thud. He threw back his head, grimacing as he came. A jet of cum gushed from his cock, pearly-white in sharp contrast to his black meat. It splashed across the floor wetly, forming an unmistakable zigzag on the carpeting.

"Keep bouncing!" Santiago snarled, sounding desperate, not demanding. "Oh, fuck! Fuck yeah!" He held onto Tamati's spurting cock like a fireman wrangling a loose hose. Already a shaft which curved appreciably upward, it was easy for the dog to angle it even higher, pointing its big black barrel at Tamati's snout. The cum splattered across Tamati's own huffing face, gumming up his features for a second time, splattering into his open mouth. Santiago was caught in the fire; he didn't mind at all.

"Oh fuck, man, oh fuck," Tamati yowled, bringing his ass down on Santiago. His ass was so tight, every muscle with his orgasm, and he wanted to just be done. He loved that, too, the worn-out feeling at the end of things.

The dog squeezed around Tamati's middle and he plowed his hips into the suspended fox's ass, pushing so hard off the floor that the couch scooted back with his weight against it. He all but roared as he came, yanking Tamati down and burying his cock as the spurts began. For the second time he gave Tamati his cum, but this time none was wasted. Every last drop of it shot deep into the fox's bowels, filling Tamati with a sensation of pleasant heat.

Santiago held him tightly, huffing and grumbling, even whining between his growls. His cum-streaked face was a mask of pleasure, a grimace almost of pain. He let off of Tamati slowly, like pressure bleeding off from a boiler. Growling and panting, he fell against the couch.

"Jesus Christ, man," Tamati winced, reaching back, touching at his rump speculatively. "Even by your standards, that was something else."

"Yeah, and you're welcome," Santiago scoffed, the satisfaction heavy in his voice. "It's what you get when you lose to the best, baby."

Tamati sneered. He relaxed against Santiago, freely looping an arm around the back of the dog's head. "More like what I get when I manage to be a worse stripper than you."

The dog growled, grinning. He gyrated teasingly into Tamati, showing the fox that he was still mostly stiff. "You want to keep running your mouth and we can go for round three."

"Fuck that," the fox said, not even trying to hide his exhaustion. "You win."

"Yeah," Santiago growled, and licked the fox's cheek. "Damn right, I win."