Hershey Kisses
Quincy finds a buff lion who's willing to indulge him with some foodplay
Quincy was used to being turned down for hookups. There weren't exactly a lot of people who were looking to fool around with a short, chubby mouse in the first place, much less one that specified that they had to be into foodplay. The response he got, however, didn't make a lot of sense to him at first. A lion had responded to him, which was curious enough. Once Quincy got a good look at the guy's pictures, he was even more confused. The dude was built like a house and nearly as tall, with clearly defined abs, pecs that took up a good bit of the camera frame, and arms as veiny as they came.
Why some shredded, body builder of a lion would be interested in fucking around with him, he had no idea. But, he wasn't about to say no to someone as gorgeous as that. Quincy had meant to go to bed early the previous night so he could prepare for his hookup, but he ended up downing some red bull and eventually fell asleep on his couch late into the morning. By the time he heard a knock at his door, he was still half asleep, barely conscious in nothing but a pair of tight, black briefs.
"Shit, coming! Give me a sec." He shouted as he groggily rolled off of his couch.
The lion on the other side of the door didn't wait for him, and caught first glance of Quincy bent over trying to find where his shorts had gone.
"Well, mooning me in just your briefs is a way to make a first impression." He heard the lion say. His voice was deep and as silky as the flowing mane of his.
Quincy's cheeks grew bright red as the lion stepped into his apartment and kicked the door closed behind him with his paw.
"S-Sorry! I stayed up too late, I was supposed to get up hours ago to get ready." He said sheepishly. "S-Sorry, Ben."
The lion was pretty plainly dressed, just some jeans and a plain white t-shirt. Which Quincy appreciated since it let him oggle his arms. He felt those same strong, veiny arms wrap around him and pull him close.
Ben felt as warm as he did firm, a sturdy rock of a frame pressing him tightly against him. With the height difference, the lion's crotch was pressing against Quincy's chest, and he could feel a similar warmth and firmness growing against him.
"We don't need you to be dressed for what we're about to do anyway, remember?" Ben teased.
He lifted the tubby rat in his arms effortlessly, like he were made of styrofoam. Quincy squeaked as he was plopped down onto his couch. Ben walked away from him, past the living room and into the kitchen. Quincy heard his fridge open and shut, and watched with eager eyes as he sauntered back in with a bottle of chocolate syrup in his paws.
Quincy felt embarrassed to be so aroused just at the sight of Ben with a bottle of chocolate syrup. His briefs were already tenting hard, his growing erection stretching the thin fabric as Ben approached him again.
Before he even poured the syrup on, Ben leaned down and lapped hungrily at once of his nipples. Quincy gasped, his toes curling as that rough, warm tongue swathed over his nipple. He was fully erect now, oozing pre into his briefs as that tongue continued to swirl around his nipple. He felt gentle pressure, and groaned out as he realized Ben was giving teasing nibbles to his sensitive chest.
Before he could get too far along, Ben pulled himself back and began to undress. Quincy smiled wide as those abs were once again put on display. His paws lowered to his jeans, and with a swift tug, they were on the floor. Ben wasn't wearing any underwear, as he soon found out. His cock swung out from his pants, nearly the same size as his own. Only his crotch was covered in pubic fur, it was like a forest. One that Quincy desperately wanted to bury his sensitive nose into.
Ben popped the cap of the syrup open and poured it onto each of Quincy's nipples, making sure they were thoroughly coated. The cool, slick sensation made Quincy shiver, but soon after, his right nip was surrounded by slick warmth once again. Now that there was something to lick off, the cat's tongue was even more eager than before. The licks were more forceful, making Quincy squirm against the lion's efforts. He felt the lion's paw drift to his bulging briefs and tug them down. The cool air hitting Quincy's uncut dick made it pulse and ooze a thick glob of pre from the head. And another when Ben's paw wrapped around it and began to slowly stroke it while his tongue never ceased its devoted worship of his nipple.
With the first nipple clean, and his paw soaked in pre-cum, Ben moved on to the second, immediately giving it a soft bite. Quincy gasped, moaning breathlessly as his cock jumped in the lion's paw. Ben didn't let up a bit, using the same forceful, eager licks.
"H-Hey, I'm close..." Quincy warned.
Ben pulled his head away and his paw began to move faster, steadily working Quincy closer and closer to the edge until he soared right over it. The first shot of his orgasm splattered onto his chest, then his upper belly, until the weaker shots shot onto his gut, a bit of his load pooling in his belly button.
Even though he was exhausted, Quincy wasn't about to let Ben walk away unsatisfied. He just spread his legs from where he lay on the couch, and looked up to the imposing lion.
"Go ahead, I can't be the only one who's getting their itch scratched." He said.
Ben lined his erection up with Quincy's hole, smearing hot, sticky pre-cum against his rim. "I'll try not to bust the couch."
With that, he watched his hips thrust forward, and felt himself stuffed with the inches of that throbbing dick. Ben knelt over him, pressing in steadily until his hips pressed hard against the chubby cheeks of Quincy's rump. His torso pressed firm against Quincy's, the contrast of chiseled abs against his flab only made Quincy all the more aroused. The lion's hips moved like a machine. Rough, but consistently powerful thrusts that made his body jiggle and ripple. His dick quickly grew erect again, flopping against his chubby belly as the lion pistoned into him.
The couch squealed and creaked underneath the two, but thankfully for the couch and Quincy's poor, battered rear, Ben's thrusts were slowly losing their rhythm and Quincy could feel the copious amounts of pre-cum he'd been drooling. He was yanked up from where he lay, held tight against Ben's torso as he felt his cock start to unload into him. Having his face pressed into rock solid pecs while white hot jizz filled him up made Quincy dizzy, and he blew another load onto the lion's already messy abs. He felt like he could hump against that stomach forever, but alas, he was eventually set back down on the couch.
Ben helped him clean up, and soon after, he was dressed again. Quincy didn't bother throwing his briefs back on out of pure laziness.
"That was great. You're way cuter in person. But before I go..." Ben trailed off, turning from the door back to Quincy.
The rat squeaked as the lion's paw smacked his ass, making the cheeks jiggle a bit before he turned back to leave.
"You should put some clothes on before your roommates get back."