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"Come on, Nick... You gotta be fucking kidding me..." Finnick huffed, stomping his foot against the van floor. "L-look, I..."

"Ah, ah, ah," Nick shook his head, wiggling his finger at the smaller fox. "We made a bet and you lost..."

"And that bet doesn't count anymore," Finnick huffed, crossing his arms.

"Oh, come on, Finnick... A bet's a bet, you gotta honor it," Nick reminded his best friend. "If I would have lost I would have kept up my end. And you know that."

Finnick wanted to say something, to argue against it. But he knew the red fox had a point and he was completely right. Nick had lost plenty of their bets before and he always honored his word... Finnick grumbled something to himself. As friends their word to one another means everything. But there was something special about this bet they made. The conditions of a loss meant the loser had to do anything and everything the other said. Absolutely anything.

"Alright, alright. I lost the bet and now I gotta do whatever you say..." Finnick huffed. The wide smirk that spread on Nick's face told the fennec that it was only a matter of time before he was on his paws and knees.

Nick chuckled and gave a gentle pat between the fennec's ears. "See, was that so hard?" His gentle scratching forced a small growl from Finnick. He closed his eyes and smiled against the touch. Since they were all alone in the van, the small vulpine allowed himself to ease up and actually enjoy being caressed and stroked. It was a sensation he hardly got to experience thanks to his reputation on the streets. Anyone who would dare to touch him, especially between the ears, was prepared to lose their arm.

"Having fun already?" Nick asked with a small chuckle. "Heh, you're supposed to be doing what I say... I can't help but spoil you sometimes."

"What? You want me to get you to stop?" Finnick said. "You're the one who made the bet. Not my fault you can't follow through." Nick figured the fennec had a point and eased up on scratching him. Finnick's eyes opened and he frowned at the lack of touch. Thinking he could 'cute' his way into more head rubs, the small fox titled his head and even dared to use the tactic of 'puppy dog eyes.'

"Aww," Nick cooed. Finnick smirked, thinking his plan was working but what he didn't know was Nick already putting the bet they made into action. The red fox, instead of getting closer to Finnick, leaned back against the wall of the van. He gave a smile of his own and tilted his head.

"You know, Finnick. It's been and really long day and..." Nick chuckled with a smug grin on his muzzle. "I could really use a foot rub." The fox made a show, flexing his footpaws and wiggling his toes. Finnick frowned and lowered his ears but with a bit of consideration, the fennec figured it wasn't that bad of a request. He lowered himself on his knees and sat himself in front of the pair of feet. Nick gave them another wiggle, winking at his friend. In response, Finnick just rolled his eyes and gripped Nick's left foot with both his paws. He started slow, pressing his thumbs against the sole. A small sigh came from Nick, telling him he was doing a good job so far. Going further, the fennec rubbed his paws in small circles up and down the flexing sole. The sensation sent small tickles through the red fox. He flexed his feet again, feeling the small ache being eased away. Soon, Finnick moved his touch to the other foot, gripping it gently and rubbing his paws up and down against the sole. Meanwhile, Finnick was just going through the motions, focusing on just moving his paws against the soft paws. Against his paws the smooth skin was rubbed and gentle tickles traveled up Nick's legs.

It was a nice feeling and all but the bet stated that Finnick had to do anything he was told... "You're doing great, Finny. But I think it would feel even better if you rubbed my feet with your tongue..." Hearing those words made Finnick freeze for a moment. He looked at the smirking fox and back down at his wiggling toes. Under his breath, Finnick mumbled something that Nick didn't quite pick up. Whatever the fennec said, it didn't stop him from getting even lower. The red fox took full advantage, sandwiching Finnick's muzzle between his footpaws, rubbing them in small circles. The fennec growled a bit but flicked his tongue from his mouth and drew it across the fox's left foot.

Nick's voice quavered as the wet, warm, and tingling sensation ran up his spine. "T-that's it..." Finnick said nothing as he swiped his tongue, long and slow, over the broad sole. As he did so the salty tang of sweat clung to the fennec's tongue. He hardly had time to articulate his disgust' Nick said he wanted him to use his tongue and that required a series of rapid licks at a steady pace. He moved to the right foot, drawing his tongue from the ball all the way to the toes, getting another sigh of ease out of Nick. The fox was truly enjoying himself. How could he not? The small tongue was warm, wet, and smooth. Each glide and lap of the appendage sent shivers up the red fox, making him all the more excited.

Meanwhile, Finnick continued to lap at the flexing foot. With each drag of his tongue the fennec could taste the bitter flavor of sweat and the faint hints of musk. As much as he hated to admit it, something about licking the bigger fox's sweaty feet was turning him on. Maybe it was Nick's own noises, the look of pleasure on his face, or maybe it was the fact that Finnick was currently doing something he would have never agreed to under different conditions. Hell, if he would have won the bet, the idea of making Nick lick his feet wouldn't have crossed his mind. He was allowed another lick before the red fox drew his feet back and chuckled.

"Alright, alright. That's enough..." Nick grinned. Finnick breathed a sigh of relief and lifted himself up. He groaned as he drew his tongue over his own muzzle, tasting the mix of sweat and musk soaked into his fur. While he did that, Nick had pulled down his own pants and boxers to reveal his hard cock. He gripped it and curled his finger at Finnick, motioning for him to come closer. The cream colored vulpine rolled his eyes but did as he was commanded. Soon he was on Nick's lap, the tip of the cock throbbing against his lips. Nick narrowed his eyes and Finnick huffed through his nose before opening his muzzle and wrapping his lips around the crimson rod. Almost immediately, a long winded moan came from the larger fox. He let Finnick swirl his tongue against the tip for a little while before he pulled the fennec back. It was no fun to him if he was only exposed.

He picked the small fox up and carefully pulled down his shorts and underwear, exposing the vanilla colored sheath and balls. Finnick whimpered and blushed a light red as wet, warm kisses were planted on his thighs, stomach and right on his emerging tip. Doing so, made Finnick jump and moan through his teeth. Nick just smiled and slithered himself down until he was lying flat on the van floor. The fennec was a bit confused as to what the fox was planning until he was lifted up, turned around, and gently sat on Nick's face.

Finnick was about to ask the fox what he was up to. But before those words could be formed they melted into deep mumbles as a flat, hot tongue swiped over his ass, coating the fur in saliva and stimulating the sensitive rim. He hardly had time to collect himself as that same tongue was now pushing against his tight ass, stretching the rim and pushing inside. All Finnick could do was squirm and whine as the warm muscle rather roughly snaked inside of him and lapped against the unprepared walls. The smaller fox was starting to see stars as Nick gripped his hips, shoving him down on the bigger vulpine's mouth. Nick's tongue was shoved deeper inside of him. Now Finnick's untouched cock had slipped from sheath to full length and hardness, leaking drip after drip of clear precum onto Nick's chest. The red fox continued to lick and huff at the rim until he was sure that Finnick's ass was more than wet enough.

"Wow, Finn. I didn't know you could moan that much..." Nick teased after he drew his tongue back.

A heavy blush scored across Finnick's muzzle. He quickly scoffed in an attempt to save face, "T-that wasn't me... That must have been some guy outside of the van making all that noise..."

"Uh, huh..." Nick smirked. "Whatever you say. Anyway, I think it's about time you have a seat on something else." The snarky fox gripped his own length, pointing it upwards. Finnick eyed it and his heart skipped a beat at the idea of having to fit the rod inside of him. But they made a bet, an agreement...

"Fine..." Finnick pouted, climbing down Nick's body. He settled himself between Nick's legs and took a deep breath. The red fox aimed the tip against his ass and Finnick clenched his teeth as sat down on the twitching length, slowly taking in more and more. Both foxes were now moaning and straining; Finnick took heavy breaths as more inches sunk inside of him, stretching him wide and Nick gripped the van floor as warmth and tightness surrounded his length.

"Doing great, Finn..." Nick huffed, breathing heavily as Finnick lifted himself up, gliding his ass against the twitching length. Doing so sent tingles and shudders down the fennec's spine, he attempted to bite back a moan but he was hardly successful, a small whimper slipping from his muzzle. Nick's ears flicked, sure that he heard a moan this time. But to confirm his suspicions, the fox bucked his hips upwards, this time making the fennec yelp and shudder. "Now... Bounce on it for me..." Doing as he was told, Finnick bounced his backside up and down, driving the crimson length in and out of his sensitive depths. He started out slow at first, getting a feel for the throbbing girth but maybe it was Nick's moaning or the warm pre that dripped inside of him, Finnick soon found his own pleasure in the action. He picked up the pace, slamming himself down and giving a teasing squeeze to the other fox. Doing so got another deep moan out of Nick, feeling Finnick with pride. But the red fox sooner returned the favor, bucking his hips against the smaller fox.

Now, Finnick was practically screaming as Nick's thighs thumped against his ass. Each thrust was strong, pushing the hot length deeper and deeper inside of him, plunging in depths that Finnick didn't know he had. But if felt so good, slivers of drool running down his chin and wispy breaths coming from his muzzle as his prostate was stimulated for the first time. "Just admit it, Finn. You like taking cock, don't you?" All the fox got in response was a growl that melted into incoherent sounds. "Hmmm. I'm gonna take that as a yes... D-don't worry about it. You're gonna love this...!"

Nick clenched his teeth and surged himself into the small fox, his girth being engulfed in warmth was enough to make the fox spill his seed deep inside. Finnick didn't notice this at first. He was still riding the pulsing cock, milking Nick for all the fluid in his balls. The repeated bouncing and the pulses of the rod deep inside made Finnick bite his lip. Between his own legs was his hard cock, twitching and shooting thick ropes of runny seed onto the carpet below him. This climax was nothing like he felt before. That orgasmic feeling spread to the rest of his body, making him seize up. The fennec's toes curled, his fists balled, and his mouth was wide open, letting his whines and pitched moans ring against the van's metal frame. Leaning against the van once again, Nick gave his friend a series of pets between the ears as a reward.

"Atta boy, Finn. Wasn't so hard was it?" Nick teased.

"I g-guess it wasn't..." Finnick grunted, feeling the deflated cock still filling his ass.

"Well you did so well that I'm calling the bet off. There's nothing more I need from you," Nick smirked.

"Great..." Finnick scoffed, feigning annoyance. "But I might want to do this again..."