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Xiao slipped through the curtains and found himself wishing again that he had worn a disguise. It would have worked: plenty of other people had costumes on, turning this New Year's celebration into more of a Halloween party. Xiao tried to ignore them all, making his way through the writhing throngs like a man on a mission. And, mostly, the compact black ocelot was able to slip by without trouble. Occasionally he had to shimmy past people dancing in throngs, congesting the floors. He passed public displays of affection, ones both big and small but mostly queer. Xiao tried not to look too closely, but sometimes, bottoms of a particular width and roundness caught his eye. A particular kind of ass was his only real weakness, and one ass in particular was what had brought him here.

Meet me in the back room, Desmond's text had said, and that was all it had said. Everything else had been taken care of, arranged with all the precision and anonymity of a drug deal. And, Xiao reckoned without a smile on his face, that was what he was going to. Desmond had something Xiao wanted desperately. Unlike any good drug dealer, Desmond offered up his wares for free. Xiao would not have paid for ass, no matter how good it was, but for Desmond he might have considered at the very least a trade of some sort.

Moving across the factory floor - what had been a factory but had long since become a club. Into the back rooms which smelled faintly of chemicals long gone. Dusty wooden shelves had been turned into bunks with worn-out mattresses and gaudy blankets. Christmas lights were strung around the makeshift bunk posts, giving colorful lighting to the ordinarily dreary space.

Xiao looked around for the ringtailed fox. In some of the shelf-bunks, couples writhed and moaned; the smell of sex was in the air, mingling with smoke and old industrial smells, altogether making a miasma the ocelot found pleasant. He dared not speak aloud here and possibly fall under scrutiny.

A paw touched down on Xiao's shoulder. His perception was keen: he knew it was coming and did not flinch, but instead turned slowly, allowing himself an uncommon smile.

"Heya there, sugarpie," crooned Desmond - foxcoon and the target of Xiao's desires. The ringtail was dressed sparsely: black thong, a tee with some singer's brand on it, and a bomber jacket more patch than leather. He leaned in close, hesitated. Xiao gave a soft nod and Desmond continued for the kiss, making it brief but warm. His paw slipped around the ocelot's slender chest, feeling sinewy muscle under shirt and fur. Quietly, close to an ear, "Ya want your sniffs now, sugar?"

"Yeah," Xiao whispered, and started to blush.

Desmond smiled. Like some forest nymph, he took Xiao by the paw and led him deep into the back rooms. Behind the shelves, out of view, was a pillow nest lit gently by the tacky Christmas lights. He knelt in the threadbare blankets and patted a spot at his side, cooing as he did, "Lie back, sugar. Lie on back and let Dezzy take care of ya."

Xiao, penis tenting his jeans, knelt, then reclined until he was flat on his back. As he made himself prone, the foxcoon asked, "Want the thong on or off, hon?"

The ocelot considered as he nestled into pillows which smelled of musk and perfume. Desmond palmed Xiao's erect penis, working it casually through the fabric of his jeans. Xiao shuddered, bent a knee, and then straightened his leg again with a sigh. Eyes closed, he murmured, "Leave it on, please. But-, uh, maybe off once we get going..."

A giggle from the fox. "Wanna keep your options open, huh? Well, I guess I can oblige." His paw slipped off of Xiao's groin and up his stomach, under the shirt. He said as he gave a tickle to one of the ocelot's understated pecs, "Ya know, if you wanted to, you could just fuck me real hard an' pretend I'm a girl."

Xiao groaned. "Quit it... this is weird enough."

"Aw, yer no fun," groaned Desmond, but he said it with a smile on his face. He dipped down, smooched the ocelot on the lips. Xiao kissed back but didn't part his lips, and the fox didn't press him. Silently he threw a leg over Xiao, pivoting on his knee to do so. The bottom of his jacket worked a bit like a skirt, shielding his nearly naked bottom from the light. Xiao stared at the foxcoon's round ass cheeks. His breathing quickened and he started to squirm.

"Come on," Xiao whispered, pawing at Desmond's bare thighs. "Please. Ple-e-ease..."

"Aw, don't beg," Desmond tittered. Slowly he lowered his rump and Xiao's snout was enveloped in warmth and moisture; Desmond's crack was sweaty, probably from dancing, Xiao thought. But his thoughts were thinning out, his mind relaxing, high-strung worries and gay panic melting into the rich anal musk of the coonfox.

Softly Xiao moaned. His nose touched to Desmond's anus, the pink bud of which was only partially censored by the strip of his thong. Against Xiao's snuffling nose, Desmond's anus winked. In this way his pink bud seemed to be planting kisses on Xiao's nose.

"Ooh, yeah," cooed the foxcoon, soon resting all his weight upon Xiao. To the ocelot whose face had been crushed under the behinds dozens of burly lady wrestlers, the delicate weight of Desmond was mild and pleasant. Xiao smelled the foxcoon hungrily, deep lungfuls of vulpine musk satiating his queer needs. The sweat oozed into his fur, permeating it, imprinting upon him a rich and lasting scent.

"Feline sniffers fit right on in there," Desmond giggled. "Doggy noses, wolves, ya know - they're a little too_long,_ too pointy. But you got just the right face there, cutie.

"Mm." Xiao had no room to speak with his snout crushed into Desmond's crack. He had nothing to say anyway; his mind was peaceful and his thoughts were all warm, relaxed. Xiao was appreciative of the foxcoon and his vow to secrecy, and for his willingness to indulge a straight but at times confused ocelot.

Desmond wriggled his ass down, made his pink bud grind across the ocelot's nostrils. Xiao shivered, inhaling all Desmond had to give, breathing him in. All he smelled in such a tight place was Desmond, and all he felt was soft warmth. Pillows surrounded and supported him, and two particularly plush and hot ones enveloped his snout.

Xiao pawed at Desmond. He touched thighs, hips, even brushed paws across the coonfox's penis which he had expected to be clothed - but he touched naked flesh. Rather than recoil, Xiao simply continued his exploration, breathing deeply but slowly, flush with pleasure but without the urge to fuck or masturbate. The foxcoon's anal musk was a treat to savor, and savor it Xiao did.

"Ya really love smellin' me, don't you?" whispered the fox. No response came, not that Desmond expected one. He reached back, brushed Xiao's head sweetly. The ocelot purred, a rare sound from the taciturn feline. Desmond smiled and cooed, "Yer real sweet, ya know. Suppose havin' yer nose up my butt spoils the sentiment a little bit, but here we are."

The feline made a soft noise - a pleasant grunt, Desmond supposed. The sniffing was the important part. Desmond, smiling in his sly and foxy way, reached down and grasped his naked cock. Xiao had touched it and that had been promising, but in Desmond's experience, so-called straight guys either sucked queers off or fucked them rotten. They never gave handies.

As Xiao snuffled and purred, pushing nostrils so firmly into Desmond's anus that the thong was pushed aside, Desmond masturbated. He softly huffed as he played with himself. His penis was small, his strokes consequently short, but Desmond knew his fabulous ass more than compensated for his inoffensive cock. He asked Xiao with lust in his tone, "Ya gettin' off on that stink? Enjoying yourself down there, mister chair?"

"Mhm," answered Xiao, the guttural reply resonating in his snout which thrummed against Desmond's tender pink asshole. He realized with a touch of shame and of gay panic that the thong was basically out of the picture: his nostrils kissed Desmond's asshole unobstructed and it bothered him, but also aroused him in a way he could barely believe. He hooked his somewhat toned arms around Desmond's thighs and held the foxcoon tightly. His grip told Desmond to stay put, and that was just what the fox would do.

Desmond, masturbating quickly but smoothly, laid his unused paw over one of Xiao's. He slid his fingers under those of the ocelot and gave a fond squeeze, one Xiao returned. Then the fox began to rub against Xiao, rhythmically scooting his puckered asshole across the surface of the ocelot's nosepad. As Desmond's pucker dragged on his nose, its rim was sometimes tugged open just enough that Xiao could inhale even more of its rich scent. Xiao shuddered, mewled, his breaths becoming sharp and needy.

"Some boys," Desmond shuddered, "ooh, some boys, they ain't so good for draggin' your butt on, but you got one of those faces, Xiao." Desmond bit his lip, grinned. His ears splayed back slowly but his tail was swishing, making the lights flicker before Xiao's eyes. He reached back with his free paw and ruffled Xiao's head again, and under such a fond touch the black ocelot allowed another purr. Xiao's affinity flattered the coonfox, who had no shortage of boys to sit on but a dearth of straight ones to tease.

"I, uh, I'unno if you wanna know, exactly, but I gotta share this with somebody: I'm gonna bust a big ol' nut right here. Your nose feels good." As his orgasm approached, his anus clenched and smooched Xiao's snout. The ocelot shuddered and grumbled, his own tail swishing, his own penis achingly stiff though Desmond knew better than to touch.

"Hoo, fuck me," Desmond bleated in his syrupy drawl when he sat back harshly on Xiao, pinning him between sweaty, girly ass and plush pillows. Gliding on sweat, Xiao's nostrils parted the rim of Desmond's anus, and the muscles of the foxcoon's pucker squeezed Xiao's prodding nose while intense anal musk flooded the squirming feline's nostrils. Desmond came and Xiao shuddered as if he had done the same, leaking thick globules of precum into his boxers as he drowned in the rich smell of Desmond's asshole.

Whatever Desmond did with his cum, Xiao was never exactly sure. He thought, when the coonfox rolled off of him and snuggled up close, that he smelled the briny reek of semen on Desmond's breath. Xiao was too satisfied and dozy to care. Good musk got him high, whether he realized it or not, and he was in a state of calm euphoria when he nestled against the sweaty, pretty fox. He even kissed Desmond's cheek apropos of nothing.

"Was that good for you?" Desmond asked, sounding halfway facetious.

"Yes," Xiao answered, eyes closed, breathing relaxed. "You smell so good. Thanks."

Desmond smiled, blushed. He smooched Xiao, going for the cheek in return. "And you're a good sniffer. Glad I could make ya feel good."