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Samel roused at dawn, his fur slick with sweat. He raised his head to glare at the dull light entering the living room from a tall window. He groaned, not hungover but sore and a little dehydrated. He'd slept on top of Davie, who still snored. The boar's thick arm trapped him in place, which at first was amusing to the young tiger, but very quickly became uncomfortable as he recognized the heat of the morning.

His ass hurt from last night. Davie's cock was a lot to take for his first time doing anal. They'd fallen asleep with it still wedged in him, but Davie had shrunk during the night and it now lay semi-erect against Samel's thigh. Samel had awoken not only with morning wood, but with a sticky patch of Davie's chest hair around his groin that had gathered all the precum he'd emitted as he slept. With some force required, he squirmed a few inches up in Davie's grasp and kissed the boar square on the lips. Davie snorted in his sleep, and curious for more Samel licked Davie's face. He pressed himself between Davie's tusks and ran his tongue over Davie's. With a gasp, the boar's eyes opened. He flicked his gaze about the ceiling before peering over his snout at the tiger sucking on his tongue.

Shoving Samel away, he muttered. "You taste like my cock." He groaned as he shuffle up a little, putting a hand on his head.

"Do you like how you taste?" Samel rubbed at one of Davie's nipples.

"I'll put it this way." Davie trailed a hand down the tiger's back and firmly grasped the base of Samel's tail. "I like that you taste like me." There was so much sticky cum around Samel's ass, and the memory of what they'd done last night drew a sharp exhalation from Davie. "Fuck me." He lifted the smaller tiger and spun Samel around so his asshole pointed directly at Davie's face.

It was a horny dream come true, seeing the aftermath of last night's sex. He snorted as he leant in, it mostly smelled of him with the faint undertone of Samel's sweeter spunk. He ran his tongue up the back of Samel's thigh and right over his asshole, moaning as he went. His cock jerked to life and stood at full mast as he licked his own orgasm out of the tiger's fur. He growled, the sound so deep and gravelly. Primal in its urgency. Desire welled within him.

He hadn't forgotten what he'd promised last night.

I'm gunna fuck you tonight. Then I'm gunna fall asleep with my cock in your ass, and when I wake up in the morning I'm going to fuck you again.

Samel arched his back, purring as Davie's coarse hands held him in place. Hearing the boar grunt and moan only made him more eager. He loved this subservience. Relished someone taking their pleasure from his body. He had no idea if this was something he'd always wanted but kept repressed or if Davie had forced it into him. It didn't matter, only that he wanted. He shook his ass in Davie's face, and the boar went at him more eagerly. Davie's entire body was alive with it, arms pulling and pushing every which way at Samel to get the best angles. His feet jittered, his hips humped weakly at the air, making that massive cock shake. Samel was pulled so far back up Davie's huge body he couldn't even reach the boar's cock with his mouth. He grasped it firm in a hand and started jerking it. Davie grunted louder, tracing his tongue between Samel's legs to lap all the cum off of the tiger's balls. Samel groaned as Davie bent his cock back, the boar's thick tongue slathered over his glans and shot a wave of pleasure through him.

Davie slurped loudly on his dick, and it was too much for Samel to take He buckled down, trying, pleading for himself to resist the building orgasm but Davie didn't relent. A thick finger pressed against his asshole and slid in with ease, and Samel bucked his hips, purring as he came in Davie's mouth. The boar didn't stop until he'd caught every drop of it. Davie leant back against the couch, panting as he spread Samel's ass.

"Fucking hell." He managed between heavy breaths. "This is so fucked up." He forced a second finger into the tiger's ass, only finding some resistance. "I thought you'd be a senseless fuckaround." He twisted his fingers. "Bit of fun on a work day." Samel bucked his hips and groaned. "I could get used to this." He slammed his fingers down and squeezed Samel's torso with a thick arm. "And that's fucked up." He shoved the tiger down towards his cock. "You don't even fight it." Samel took Davie in his mouth, lapping at the salty precum. "Fuck." Davie moaned, pushing Samel's head further down. "Stupid fucking virgin." He humped the tiger's throat. Samel gagged and jerked back but Davie didn't let him get far. A hand forced him back down. "Never even sucked a fucking cock before yesterday." He slammed Samel down, the tiger's nose grazed his pelvis. Samel jerked back, coughing and spluttering. Davie let him go. Samel hunched for a moment, panting, heaving in air. "Fucking hell." Davie jerked the tiger towards his face and kissed him hard. "Don't let me get away with that shit."

Samel winced as he swallowed, paw over his own throat. It hurt, it had been uncomfortable. But that was temporary. "Why?" Samel grinned.

Davie's jaw dropped. "Stupid slut of a cat." He shoved Samel hard against the back of the couch and stood. "I'll fucking teach you why."

Samel tilted his head, a little hesitant.

"Open your fucking mouth."

He did.

Davie was there immediately, forcing Samel's jaws wide as he lodged his cock in the tiger's throat. He pushed Samel's head against the cushions and jabbed his cock in and out, moaning wildly as he did. Samel tried to push back, unable to breathe, but he was trapped. He scrambled as Davie kept humping his face. Davie's hand lay across his muzzle, locking his head steady as the boar thrusting his hips at a violent pace. Samel coughed and hacked and spluttered as he tried to free himself but Davie's hold was too strong. Fear tightened his jaws as he tried to bite. At the first sharp press of Samel's fangs, Davie withdrew his cock.

Samel gasped, drawing in a deep breath. Davie slapped his cock hard across Samel's muzzle. "Fuck that felt good." He jerked himself, dizzy as he stared at Samel still recovering. "Fuck." Seeing the young tiger afraid had done something to him. Feeling Samel go as far as to try bite. "Oh god." Davie grunted and moaned and shot a string of cum over Samel's nose. Davie shook as he fell back onto the couch, panting along side Samel. "There." He stated, pressing his hand against the cum over Samel's mouth and slathered it further across the tiger's face. "Happy you stupid whore?"

It took a moment, but Samel nodded. "Yeah." His voice was quiet and tears glistened in his eyes but he wore a smile.

"Fuck off." Davie smacked him soft across the face, just enough to sting. "You couldn't breathe."

"And you loved that." Samel caught a drop of cum that rolled off of his muzzle with his tongue, savoring it.

Davie's eyes widened. "You're shitting me."

Samel leant forward to lie across Davie's chest, still trying to catch his breath. "Guess I am a bit upset."

"Good."

"Only 'cuz you said you'd fuck my ass again in the morning." Samel placed a hand over the boar's softening penis.

Davie laughed, grabbing Samel's neck and applying enough pressure to give the suggestion he might actually try strangle the tiger. "Then that's your lesson you stupid cunt." He flicked Samel's cock. "It pisses me off you let me fucking use you like that."

"Why's that?" Samel grinned so widely he showed his fangs.

Davie glowered. "I dunno, actually. It's just fucked up." He ran a hand over Samel's smooth white belly fur. "Nobody's let me go that far before."

"Hah." Samel pumped a fist in the air. "Not alone in having firsts anymore."

"Yeah, yeah." Davie sighed. "I should get up, go home, tidy up. Got work."

"Not until midday you said." Samel buried his head in Davie's chest, trying to hold him in place. "It's still early."

"Uh." Davie snorted. "Look. This has been a lot of fun, but I'm forty six. You're nineteen. Let's just..."

"At least shower here." Samel frowned. "And I can make us breakfast."

"Ah, fuck it." Davie winced. Part of him expected this to happen. It was why he nearly backed out last night. Horny college kids weren't good at separating emotions from actions. "Fine." The way relief caught around Samel's lips in a smile made Davie sigh. He bundled the tiger in his arms and stood, feeling a little protective and very uncertain. "Where's the shower?"

The kid was stupid. Davie was sure of it. But. He was stupid too, and he knew that for a fact.

Samel turned a tap, hot water crashed around them. The manor had a massive bathroom. Marble floors, decked out with heated towel racks. A jacuzzi bathtub and a shower that was big enough for four people. "I do a lot of thinking in the shower." Samel brushed up against Davie's side.

"I do a lot of washing," Davie replied flatly, reaching for a bar of soap. The least he could do while he stayed here was try enjoy himself a little bit.

"Shut up." Samel giggled. "I wanted to tell you something."

"Here we go." Davie exhaled heavily, ready to shut down whatever nonsense Samel was about to say.

"I think," Samel started. "I'm a lot more sexually, uh, ready? I guess, than I thought."

"Oh?" Davie started lathering the soap between his hands. This was a lot better than the words he expected to hear.

"Yeah. Yesterday you caught me a bit off guard. And it was... good, uh, really really good. And when I was cleaning myself up after, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I enjoyed it. I don't know. I wanted to try more things. And you don't make a big deal out of it, usually at least." Samel rubbed at his throat.

"Kid," Davie rubbed his soapy hands into Samel's back. "Half the things I say to you are that I don't even know what I'm doing here."

"You've called me a stupid cat more, actually."

"Sorry." Davie pressed his thumbs into tender muscles around Samel's shoulderblades. The tiger straightened his back, surprised at first.

"I don't mind so long as you don't actually think I'm an idiot..."

"I do, but keep speaking."

"Oh. I thought it was like, horny talk." Samel muttered awkwardly.

"You let a stranger into a house you're meant to be sitting, let the stranger get wasted at a bar that isn't yours and then fuck you on a couch, which also isn't yours. Twice." Davie plucked Samel off of the ground. "And that's not even mentioning how much stronger I am than you. If I wanted to wreck this place, I could."

"Figured you'd rather wreck me."

"Just because you're right doesn't make you smart." Davie rubbed the soap against Samel's ass, groping eagerly as he did. There was still a lot of cum he hadn't cleared earlier. Samel purred as his cock reacted to the contact.

"Anyways," Samel said a little bitterly. "All I wanted to say is that you helped me realize I'm a bit of a freak."

"Figured." Davie helped scrub Samel's buttocks clean under the running water.

"There's still time if you wanted to fuck me again."

Davie chuckled. "I've had more sex in the last day than I've had in months. I'm fucking tired kid, not all of us have libidos like yours." He grasped Samel's cock in a soapy hand and squeezed it. Samel grunted, holding onto Davie's shoulders for stability. "I'll do your freaky shower sex fantasy another day." Davie regretted saying that as soon as the words had left his mouth. This wasn't exactly something he had any intention of keeping up.

"That's not even a thing."

"Somehow, I don't believe you." Davie stroked Samel's cock, and the tiger grunted again. "Here." He traced his other hand over Samel's nuts and pushed a finger into his ass. Samel moaned, grabbing at Davie's ears as the boar supported him entirely by his waist. His dick throbbed, dull pleasure arced through his chest as Davie picked up the pace. Even getting jerked off by someone else felt so much better. All the water and the heat around them made it more enticing, more exciting. He bucked his hips as he moaned and let the orgasm take him. He spattered cum over Davie's face, and the boar lowered him back to the floor. Samel sat by the drain, breathing deep as he leant against Davie's thick thighs.

"That makes us even, so you're aware." Davie bent over to rub the soap over the mess on the tiger's face from earlier. Heavy hands pushed at his ears and head as Davie made thorough work of any residue. Satisfied he'd gotten all evidence of their raunchy night and morning off of the tiger, Davie quickly washed himself off and cut the water. Samel watched as Davie toweled off, still excited by the prospect of being this close to another man's naked body. Enough so that even something as mundane as that was enticing. Davie's leathery skin and bristly chest was like candy for his eyes.

"I'm not drying you too." Davie gave him a look. "You owe me breakfast."

"Thought we were even."

"Sure, for cumming on each other's face. I brought pizza last night and you making me food's half the reason I'm still here."

"And the other half?" Samel asked as he reached for a towel.

"Guilt."

"Oh." He wasn't sure how to reply to that.

"Yeah, well. It is what it is." Davie sighed. "Feel like I should be helping you make good decisions. Not... whatever this is."

"This is good." Samel stated firmly, hoping by asserting himself he'd be convincing.

"Be honest. Am I older than your father?"

The question sat in the air longer than it should've.

"Yeah."

"Fucking hell." Davie stared at the ceiling for a long moment.

"You've taught me a lot. It's been healthy." Samel muttered. "I needed this and I'm glad it's with you."

"With me, the fucking pool guy who caught you staring and indulged instead of teaching you something normal."

Samel let his gaze fall to the floor, he felt like he was in trouble, being scolded for something he shouldn't have done. "I'm going to start cooking." He sniffed and strode out of the bathroom, unsure if he was upset but definitely afraid that Davie wasn't coming back after this morning.

He made blueberry pancakes and brewed a pot of coffee. Simple pleasures. Something he couldn't mess up. They ate mostly in silence, the awkwardness palpable. Once he'd cleared the plates, he took a seat beside Davie and built up the confidence to hold out his phone. "What's your number?"

Davie eyed it wearily. "I better not be getting dick pics while I'm with clients." He snatched the phone and filled his number in. So much of him wanted to fake it, change a digit or two in such a way that could be an honest accident. But he didn't. "You're a good kid."

"You've mentioned." Samel wanted that to come across positively, but all the times Davie had said it were in the heat of very sexual moments that, Samel realized, yeah, probably shouldn't have happened at all. He raked his teeth across his tongue, annoyed with himself.

"Find yourself a nice guy your age." Davie rubbed at his face. "Trust me, this isn't worth the headaches it'll cause if we keep up."

Samel's heart raced. That response wasn't an outright rejection of the idea that this could continue.

"I'm gunna test the pool water. Then I'm gunna go. And I was serious, don't send me dick pics."

"You want ass shots, I got it." Nerves bit at Samel's gut as he made the joke.

A filthy grin cracked Davie's face. "Yeah, you got it."

Samel couldn't tell if the response was also a joke or not. Damned if he could even tell if his joke was completely a joke or not. As his heart pounded in his chest, he felt a bit uneasy. Maybe that was the sort of thing Davie was trying to warn him about.

"Why'd you give me your number?" he asked.

Davie raised an eyebrow. "Fucked if I've got a good asnwer. If you need advice or something you can ask me, I dunno. That's a lie. That's a big fucking lie. Well. It's not. I will try help if you need it, but look. You are a lot of fun, leave it at that."

Samel sighed. "Alright."

He watched as Davie got up, a layer of discontent sat over him. He wanted to say something more, try convince Davie it was fine but he knew he was out of his depth. The thought of that boredom rushing back to fill the void Davie was about to leave was crushing.

They didn't speak as Davie passed back through the kitchen on the way to the pool, nor did they speak as he headed off. Samel's heart sunk as he heard Davie's pickup cough to life. And then he was gone.

And Samel had the entire, boring manor to himself once again.