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Stirring awake, Adam groaned a bit as sunlight beamed him right in his face. Pulling the covers off of him, Adam noticed he was still in his clothes from the previous day and somehow ended up in his boyfriend's bedroom. He figured the bison must have carried him up after his valiant effort to stay awake. With a grin, he turned over to the other side of the bed to see the covers thrown to the side, and a specific bison not lying there sound asleep. Adam realized that the company he had been keeping were basically all bats, as far as sleeping habits went.

Getting up off of the bed, he felt the springs bounce underneath him as he made his way off of it. Stretching, he winced when he felt the dull pain zap through his body. Luckily, it was not as bad as yesterday, but the pain still made his eye twitch in annoyance. Looking around the room, it seemed everything was just like before when he had been there. The nerdy posters that hung on the wall were still there, and the closet with all the goodies was closed shut. The cold chill of the AC washed over Adam, and the buck trembled slightly. He already missed the bison's body around him.

Winking at the Magic Mike posture before making his way towards the stairs, Adam hummed a pleasant tune; he was with his new boyfriend, he was well-rested, and best of all, he was happy. As he descended the stairs, Adam heard some kind of sizzling noises coming from the kitchen. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking into the kitchen proper, the buck saw a shirtless Lance in front of the stove flipping pancakes in a pan over the flame of the gas range, whistling to himself. He grabbed a spatula and flipped over some eggs in a separate pan as the toaster sprung up, toast shooting up out of the slots. Turning slightly and noticing Adam standing there, the bison smiled. "Good morning, handsome," he said in that deep, soothing voice.

For a split second, Adam thought he saw Jericho standing in his apron and underwear serving breakfast but shook the image out of his head. Adam giggled at Lance, and said, "Good morning, stud. Nice shirt you have on. How'd you sleep?" Sniffing, the smell of breakfast was fantastic, and he felt his mouth involuntarily watering as he stepped forward towards his boyfriend. Adam watched the eggs sizzle with interest, as well as the shirtless Lance.

"Hey, they only warn against cooking bacon with your shirt off. They never said anything about eggs and pancakes!" Lance laughed. "Besides, I'm more comfortable with less clothing on, generally speaking, unless I'm out in public, in which case I'm totally covered." He glanced at Adam with a small smile. "I slept pretty well, since I had a handsome buck in bed with me. How about you?"

"I wouldn't be against less clothing, and I bet you wouldn't either." Adam gave a snort as he reached around Lance, his chest against the bison's back. "I was out like a light for most of the night. Good thing I stayed up with you, like I promised," Adam chuckled. He wanted to pull the male closer to his body, but figured that since Lance was flipping things, it would be detrimental to breakfast.

Lance's body shook with a fresh round of laughter. "Not like I was complaining. You're crazy adorable when you're asleep, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy just holding you on the couch or snuggling up with you in bed. I was happy for the company, even if the company was asleep," he smiled, turning his head to look back at Adam.

Adam smirked back at Lance, his mind at ease as he watched the eggs sizzle in the pan. "Glad that I was not a bore for the evening." Tracing his fingers around Lance's side, Adam felt the bison's shirtless body for what felt like the first time. Disregarding the time where Lance danced for him, Adam felt the muscles now that they were vulnerable and free from any clothing. They felt taut in his grip, more firm without any clothing blocking him. He hooked his arms playfully underneath the bison's arms and squeezed his pecs.

"Sorry if I'm distracting you. I just can't help myself."

The bison made a deep, happy noise as Adam groped his pecs. "I'm not complaining one bit," he chuckled. "But if I accidentally burn your eggs, it's totally your fault," Lance added, winking back at the buck.

Adam continued his exploring, running down Lance's abs and playing with the treasure trail of fur which went down into the waist of his pants, his hands teasingly moving towards the bison's crotch before moving upward once again. The buck decided to take the exploration a step further and took Lance's right nipple in between his index finger and thumb gently. He smirked as he squeezed lightly down on it, saying, "If I can do this all day, I can settle for burnt breakfast, Lance."

The bison made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a yelp due to the pinch, but he almost immediately melted back against Adam's chest. "Mmmf, well it would be a shame to let breakfast go to waste just because it's fun to tease the sensitive bison," Lance replied, blushing at his reaction to the soft nipple pinch.

Giving a sinister grin as he brought his left hand up and over the bison's abs, Adam took the other nipple his hand and pulled it softly away from Lance's body before giving it a couple of loving pinches. "I like your sensitivity. It kind of reminds me of myself."

This time, Lance did moan softly. "You're evil, Adam! Teasing the helpless bison and making him moan is just completely evil, like Sauron-level evil! Explain to me why I love you again?" He chuckled in between soft moans each pinch caused.

"At least there is no big, fiery eye watching us as I pinch and rub your studly body. That might be a bit weird. Voyeurism sounds interesting in porn and stuff, but I don't know if I would like someone watching me," Adam said with a nervous laugh as he felt the soft nubs start to go hard under his pinching and rubbing.

"I'd...ah...say the same, but...mmf...voyeurism is basically my...nng...job," Lance gasped at the continued pinching, halfheartedly flipping their breakfast to make sure it didn't burn.

"I could probably do a dance...or something," Adam continued as he imagined himself up on the stage of the Lounge in just a pink thong. He laughed at the thought as he brushed it off. Taking his hand off of Lance's left nipple, Adam began to trail down once again, feeling the bison's trimmed waist against his hand. He continued his teasing, loving the sound of Lance's groans as he continued to play with the larger man's body.

"You really know how to make a guy suddenly feel not terribly masculine," Lance chuckled. "Feels weird that I like this so much, but I'm not really complaining. Besides, who would complain about their own boyfriend feeling them up?"

"Weirdos," Adam commented with a chuckle before asking, "Mind if I go lower, or do you just want me to play up top?" His left hand trailed dangerously close to the bison's lower body, but he was still along the top of Lance's hips. His own heart began to pound as he continued to tease Lance, and his anticipation was easy to notice. He was holding himself back only a tiny bit.

The bison was as quiet as he could be while Adam's hands continued to rub. "Can it wait until after breakfast? It's already...mmm...impossible to concentrate on cooking, and I wanted to do something nice for you for our first full day together. I don't want you to stop, but I want it to continue later, definitely."

Adam smiled and moved his right hand away in understanding and back up to Lance's nipple. Looking over Lance's back, Adam said, "Understandable. I just really like seeing you all squirmy." He gave Lance's nipples one final pinch before stepping away and moving over to the table. He sat on the top of it and said, "It's awfully nice of you to make breakfast for me, too. I will have to return the favor sometime."

"You already returned the favor. I'm still employed because of you, so eggs, pancakes, and toast is really not so much in comparison," Lance smiled, piling the aforementioned foods onto a plate and handing it to Adam over the counter that separated the cooking area from the dining area. "I still don't understand exactly what happened, but I'm glad everyone still has jobs, even if Dash and Garl are a bit hotheaded. They're good guys, deep down, just easily frustrated."

Looking over the contents of the plate, Adam's mouth began to water, and he picked up the fork that was placed on the side of the plate. He began to work on the egg. Adam nodded as he remembered the events that happened last night. "I'm kind of glad that they owe me now. I didn't do it for them, but anything to not feel like people are looming over my head." After he cut the egg up and took a bite, he smiled contently. The egg was done just right; not soggy, but not dry as a bone or burnt.

Lance laughed heartily as he piled up his own plate and set it on the table before grabbing a bottle of orange juice and two glasses, filling them to the brim and handing one to Adam. "That's one heck of a favor they owe you, in that case. Best not to cash that kind of thing in on something silly or trivial, since they could be pretty useful in certain situations, I'm sure." He sat down across the table from Adam and smiled as he dug into his own breakfast.

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind," Adam said as he looked over to Lance and smiled. He thought about the caribou and dragon holding fans made of some kind of material and him sitting in fine silk on a throne with a bored look on his face. His smirk grew wider before he began to munch on the food hungrily. Throughout the meal, the two exchanged small talk casually. Adam sometimes made a few lewd jokes that made them both nearly spill their orange juice, but overall, the conversation was happy and carefree. When the two were finished, Adam pushed his plate away and smiled up at Lance.

"That was pretty good, Lance. I'll have to make something for you, eventually," Adam said as he dabbed his muzzle with the napkin. When he pulled it away, a small orange smudge was left behind. He did down the contents of the glass like his life depended on it, after all.

The huge bison smiled brightly. "I'm glad you think so! I don't cook at home terribly often, but when I woke up before you this morning, I ran out to the grocery store and picked up some stuff before coming back home and getting comfortable again while I cooked. I got some weird looks for showing up at the store in a sweatshirt and sleeping pants, but no one exactly picks a fight about fashion choices with a guy my size," he laughed.

Adam giggled and said, "I would probably keep walking. I would not want to make someone your size angry." Adam imagined himself reaching out to grab a box of cereal, his hand nearly grasping it before the towering bison snorted angrily and snatched it away, leaving him a bit stunned. He laughed at the thought before saying, "You must be pretty efficient with your mornings. It's hard for me to even get out of bed."

"Depends on how my night went, generally. Today I was feeling a bit more motivated than normal. What made today so special, though, I haven't the foggiest idea," Lance winked, voice dripping in feigned confusion.

Adam leaned a bit over the table, pointing a finger in pseudo-annoyance before saying, "You know exactly why, and I intend to milk today for everything it's got, including spending it with you...love." Adam never said anything so sappy in his life and nearly found himself gagging out the last word. He hated words like "honey" or "baby", and "love" was pushing it. However, he mustered up the courage to say it.

To his surprise, Lance smiled. "You don't have to use cutesie pet names, if you don't want to. I was never much of a fan of when guys call each other "baby" or something, anyway. I mean, that would feel like you're being emasculated, wouldn't it, being called something so puny and cute? Besides, I like my name, and it sounds nice when you say it." He paused, winking at the buck. "And I'm glad you feel that way, because I plan on using the hell out of today since, as luck would have it, today is Sunday, and I am off tonight."

Adam grinned and said, "I'm off today as well. Lucky me," Adam replied while still leaning over the table. Adam could feel his excitement nearly overwhelming him when he asked, "So, what do you have planned for today?"

Lance laughed to himself. "Well, I can honestly say that, when I woke up yesterday, I wouldn't have dreamed of going into my weekend with a boyfriend in tow, so I'll just have to adjust my plans a little to include you. Besides, I doubt you really want to watch me work in my woodshop all day."

Adam thought about Lance hunched over the wood, working it to perfection, and he would be the apprentice off to his side. Adam shrugged, and said, "I wouldn't be against it. I always wanted to learn how to carve wood." In all honesty, though, Adam barely knew how to work a drill, much less a saw, but the twinkle in Lance's eyes whenever he appreciated his craft was addicting to Adam.

The bison regarded Adam for a moment. "Well, I was planning on just working on my ongoing project, but I could teach you some stuff, if you want. Can't promise I'd be a good teacher, though," he said slowly.

"I don't need a good teacher; I just need you," Adam said with a smile as he reached over the table and cupped Lance's hand in his own. "Just make sure I don't cut something off, and that's good enough for me."

Smirking, Lance placed his other hand on top of Adam's. "The class will definitely be intense, but I can tell you're a good student, so I'm sure it'll go well," he winked.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Adam blushed and said, "Will I get an 'A' if I'm good, professor? Please don't punish me!" Adam continued to laugh at his own jokes as he mimicked a needy student in the cheesiest way possible.

"You'll get an 'A' if you earn the 'A', and no, sleeping with the teacher won't get you that 'A'!" Lance laughed.

Adam frowned at the last statement and then asked, "Will it at least get me a 'B'?"

Lance's grin couldn't possibly get any wider. "It will get you a 'D'. A big...fat...'D'."

Snickering at the obscene joke, Adam began to laugh, and said, "Well, I guess if I have to retake a class...I can take a 'D' every once in awhile. Is a 'D' a pass on your grading scale? I mean, I can take a 'D' another time..." Adam had to hold himself back from laughing at the comments they were passing back and forth. The whole conversation felt very cheesy, but Adam loved the humor.

"Well, if you get a 'D' in my class, you'll have to retake the class again and again to 'C' if we can improve that grade of yours," Lance winked. "Or you can just coast through the class and enjoy the ride."

Adam snorted at the reply, and said, "I think I'll take my chances with the ride. It could be a good learning experience."

"I imagine you'll pick up quite a lot of knowledge with a teacher like me!" Lance laughed.

Shaking his head, Adam chuckled and said, "I can't imagine anyone else I'd rather learn from! So, are you ready to get to work on that wood of yours?" Holding in another snicker at the dirty joke he made, Adam then added, "I'll stop. I promise I will stop."

Lance held Adam's hand as he rounded the table and picked up the buck gingerly as he pressed his lips to the shorter male's own. "Never stop being yourself. I love you just the way you are," the bison smiled.

Feeling Lance's arms around him, Adam wrapped his arms around the bison's neck and nuzzled into his left ear affectionately. "Man, you lift me up so easily..." Feeling his body shiver a bit as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, Adam said, "You know, Lance, I fantasized about being with you. I wanted to be touched by you and other various naughty things." Adam gave a low laugh. "Although those things sound amazing, I love your whole being as well, Lance."

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you a few times since we first met. You weren't quite as built back then, but you were still pretty damn cute," Lance chuckled. "Seems there was a bit of a mutual attraction."

Adam gave what sounded like a low growl. "Ooooo. You're going to have to tell me more about what you thought. I'm curious." Adam's ears perked when he realized the sound that left his throat, and he felt a bit embarrassed. He didn't realize he had such a low-pitched rumble anywhere inside of him.

Lance couldn't help but laugh at the sound. "You're cute when you try to sound all gruff and manly. But, yeah, I mean, I've always had a thing for other horned, or in your case, antlered, species, so...I dunno, I guess call it species familiarity, or something, but I like knowing that someone else has to deal with all the crap that goes along with putting shirts on when you've got things on your head impeding your ability to do so. You far more than I, mind you, but I guess I can identify much easier with you. That's not to say I wouldn't have been open to the idea of mating with someone who didn't have horns or antlers, like a fox, for example, but I wouldn't know the first thing about shedding a winter coat or any of the scent issues they deal with."

Giving a chuckle, Adam replied, "Well, I'm glad that my antlers are right up your alley. Personally, I like how people view me as more masculine because of my antlers. I like yours too. Shirts may be horrible to put on, but I can't see myself without them." Reaching upward, Adam felt the thick bones and the sharp points on the ends. "I don't really use them to chase away potential studs that could steal mates, however. That life is long gone," Adam grinned at Lance.

"Oh, good, because I was so worried that someone else besides me would end up getting gored by those things!" The bison laughed, subconsciously itching the part of his chest where Adam had stabbed him on their second encounter. "Better that they remain just a showpiece on my buck's soon to be showpiece of a body, once I'm done with him in the gym," Lance winked, carrying Adam towards the glass sliding door just off the kitchen, opening it, and walking outside into the backyard.

Wrapping his arm around Lance's neck and blinking a bit when the sun hit his eyes, Adam joked, "You should invest in armor and a broadsword if you are going to carry me all over the place, my savior." Although the sun nearly blinded him at first, the light carried a warmth that felt wonderful on his fur. He would have to try to convince Lance to go on a picnic sometime, and maybe even sunbathe, just for fun.

The huge bison smirked as he walked across the lawn towards his large, barnlike shed which presumably he used as his woodshop. "You assume that I don't already have those. If you had been better at snooping through my room when you first came over, you'd have found those in the closet." He grinned as he saw the surprised expression on Adam's face. "Hardwood floors, and you have hooves. Pretty hard not to be able to tell exactly where you were walking when you went up in search of the bathroom."

Adam blushed and did not know what to say. "You have really good hearing. I should have told you, but I was curious about you, Lance," Adam said with a guilty expression, but he lightened up due to Lance's tone. "The sword was pretty badass, though...and I wish there was a 'gladiator day' or something at the Lounge. Now that would be awesome."

Lance paused outside the door to the shed. "Hm, now that's an idea. It would be a bitch to try to seductively strip out of armor, but I think I could make it work. Though we'd have to get specially made armor for Garl, because of his wings."

Adam nodded. "Understandable. I can see Garl's armor being something out of a video game, for some reason." When Lance managed to grab the key out of his pocket and stick it into the doorknob, Adam had an impressed look across his face. Pushing open the door, the first thing that Adam noticed was the smell of wood. The air had an almost dusty look to it, and the windows, although clean, had evidence of sawdust buildup on the sides.

Given the size of the shed, it wasn't too hard to believe what he was seeing. There were all kinds of machines that one would use for shaping wood into the desired shape, and there was even a small forge on the far end of the shed. The floor was cement, and the immediate area around the forge was reinforced with metal, so it didn't catch the shed on fire. A huge log sat standing upright next to one of the machines, long since stripped of its bark, leaving it showing the tan wood underneath.

Taking everything in, Adam figured this was where Lance spent most of his time. The tools that hung on the walls looked worn and well-used, yet still sharp. Adam looked up at his lover to see his eyes twinkling as he scanned the room and wondered what the bison had in mind. "So, this is where the magic happens," Adam commented as his eyes scanned the room. "Looks comfy."

"Comfy for a bachelor bison," Lance chuckled. "Well, not so much a bachelor anymore, not that I'm complaining. I'm still trying to decide what I want to do with that log, so I haven't started any other projects lately, at least until I figure out what to do with it."

Looking at the piece of wood, Adam hopped out of Lance's arms and walked over to the large log. Kneeling down, the buck reached forward and felt the smoothness of it on his hand. "Did you carve this out of a tree yourself?"

"I did, yeah, but it's not exactly hard to strip bark off of a log," the bison laughed. "Gives you a nice canvas to work with, and you don't get bits of bark stuck in your fur."

Adam sort of understood what Lance was talking about and nodded in response as he continued to feel the wood underneath his hand. He thought about the bison with an axe more massive than him, standing above a tree with a triumphant grin across his face and sweat flowing down his hard muscles. Another thought crossed his mind after; Lance leaning over his back, his hand wrapped around Adam's wrist gently as he guided the buck on different carving techniques. Turning around, Adam asked, "So, what are you going to teach me?"

Lance thought for a moment, looking around the shed. "Well, if you wanna go grab a block of wood out of the trash bin over in the corner, we can use that for practice. Probably just work on basic whittling techniques first."

Doing as he was told, Adam hummed as he walked over to a black bag. Opening up the bag, Adam noticed a nice chunk of wood sitting peacefully inside. He reached his hand in, wrapped it around the block, and pulled it free from the bag. He made sure not to knick his finger on any of the sharper parts before walking over to what appeared to be a workbench and sat it down gently. "Well, that wasn't so hard."

"Here," Lance said, handing Adam a sharp knife. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you to be careful with that, but just place it diagonally against the wood and scrape away from yourself, never towards yourself. Got it?"

Nodding once again, Adam saluted the bison before beginning to scrape away at the wood in slow, careful strokes. "Got it, sir," Adam said in a cocky voice. With each stroke of the knife against the outside, Adam felt the resistance with each move, but was satisfied when a small section was shaved off before falling to the table. The fresh smell of wood was also extraordinarily addicting in an odd way; it smelled like progress.

"There, now just keep doing that long enough, and you'll get yourself a fine toothpick or something," Lance smirked, sitting on a stool next to Adam and just watching him whittle away at the block of wood, seemingly not caring that he was still shirtless and only wearing his sleeping pants in partial view of the house next door.

Adam seemed content with just stripping away at the block of wood, looking back to give Lance a stupid smirk before continuing. He felt as if he was contributing to Lance's project, when in reality he was just offered a block of wood from a trash bag, but it was the thought that counted. "Well, a toothpick can be my first famous creation. I can sell it for like, two-thousand dollars, or something." Adam's eyes lingered on Lance's upper body for a bit too long before he continued to strip away at the wood. It started to lose its cube shape and began to look more like a cylinder.

"Unless life is like a videogame, in which case you can sell the toothpick to a shopkeeper for a whopping one gold piece. One million more toothpicks, and you might be able to afford something nice!" Lance laughed, patting Adam on the back and then gripping his right shoulder gently.

Adam chuckled in response before nuzzling into the bison's arm affectionately. "Is my technique okay? Is there anything I can work on? I feel like I am just kind of scraping wood," the buck mentioned as he felt the warm fur on his right cheek. He sighed in bliss as the fur made contact. He had to admit, he was addicted to Lance's fur and body heat, not to mention his masculine scent.

"Well, you can take some longer strokes to speed things up, but overall, you're doing pretty well so far," Lance replied. "You can stop for now, if you'd like. Carving that block down to a toothpick would take forever with that glorified pocket knife."

Placing the knife down, Adam looked over the block to see it was a bit off in some places. His strokes were not even. Other places on the block had more wood than others, and some of the spikier parts of the wood he had overlooked entirely. Adam rubbed his chin as if he was an artist critiquing a piece inside of a museum before making one small change on the side. Placing the small knife down, Adam stepped back into Lance's chest and looked up to say, "So, what do you think?"

"I'd say you're shaping up to be a pro at handling wood," the huge bison winked, pecking Adam on the top of the head with a kiss between the antlers. "Not bad for a first-timer!"

"I'm glad my wood-handling virginity has now been taken," Adam said with a lewd wink as he felt the bison's chest against his back. "I'm sure you will be a great teacher when it comes to working with wood."

Lance snorted. "You'd think, but I've far less experience in the kind of wood handling you're more familiar with. Then again, I'm good with my hands, so that would probably make up for it," the bison laughed.

Adam snickered, and asked out of the blue, "Have you ever had sex in a place that wasn't your house and besides a locker room? I always wondered how it was."

The musclebound bison raised an eyebrow and cocked his head slightly, looking down at the buck in his arms. "Can't say that I have, unless you count college dorm rooms. Why?"

"Just curious. I've had...fantasies," Adam said casually. Adam felt his body begin to become a bit warmer, and his heart started to flutter in his chest. He didn't want to admit it, but he had been craving to share in Lance's passions with him and have the bison open up more to him. It was as if Lance was doing the opposite, however, and opening up the buck to make him say things he never would speak about to anyone else.

"If you're about to suggest that the first time we have sex is right here in my workshop, I'm gonna go ahead and shoot that down right now," Lance said mildly. "There are way too many sharp things in here, and it would be very dangerous, not to mention that the neighbors could totally see us if they looked out that window over there," he added, motioning towards a window on the house next door that would be able to look straight into the shed at a perfect angle.

Shaking his head, Adam said, "N-no, of course not! I was just curious more than anything. Besides, the risk would be too high, and I don't think I would survive in jail if I was to be caught for indecency." Shrugging before giving a worried laugh at sounding like a pervert, Adam continued, "I just...humored the thought."

Lance smiled and turned Adam around to face him. "Don't worry about it. We're boyfriends now, so you're allowed to just be yourself. Besides, pervy Adam amuses me, and I love the buck pervy Adam is a part of."

Adam giggled but still seemed a bit embarrassed, saying, "Thanks, Lance. There is just something about you that makes me confide in you more than anyone else." Seeming to perk up a bit, Adam then said in a joking manner, "I promise I won't hold back any of my less-than-modest thoughts about sex from now on!"

"So long as it's in private and not at a fancy restaurant or something, then feel free," the larger male laughed. "Anything else you need to get out of your system, pervy buck?"

It as if a dam was released, and Adam said, "I like it when you don't wear a shirt, when I can see the sweat running down your toned chest, and when your pecs bounce involuntarily. I like how your tail moves when you walk, and when you clap me on the shoulder as if you are a father figure. N-not that I like fathers, but it's a nice gesture!"

Lance's eyebrows rose in a mixture of surprise and amusement, not having expected Adam to actually admit anything after he asked the question. "Suppose I'm not surprised you have a thing for seeing my body, since the first three times we met, I was either in a speedo or wearing cowboy chaps. It's a good thing, though, you being that attracted to me, so I won't make fun of that, especially since I do kinda like being shirtless. As for the clapping you on the shoulder, that's just me being friendly, but if it gets a rise out of you, I'll totally keep doing that," the bison smiled.

Adam shivered as he realized how much he just said, and his tail flicked against the bison's crotch. "I would like that," Adam said with confidence as a smile crossed his lips.

The buck felt the familiar sensation of being safe and secure wash over him. With Lance near him, he felt he could say anything he wished. Everything felt so personal. "So, with that said and out of the way, do you have anything you want to work on? I can keep peeling away at the wood chunk over there, or maybe I can assist you with your own woodworking projects?"

"Let's see about making you something nice that you can take back to your apartment to remember me by," Lance replied with a smile.

Adam smiled back, his excitement at the idea barely contained. "Sounds excellent."

The two worked throughout most of the morning, resting about three times, and once for lunch. Lance crafted another scrumptious meal for the two that consisted of lemonade, sandwiches, and potato chips. Throughout eating, they traded small talk between one another that consisted of their week and of their jobs once again. Adam told Lance the story of when he had to stack a shelf full of books that was extraordinarily tall and had to use a rickety ladder to reach the top. Adam thought he was going to die during that.

After working on the project until the middle of the afternoon, Lance and Adam stood back from their work. It was a small statue that resembled a buck, his hands down at his sides casually. The detail was good for the time they had to work on it, and the wood felt smooth to the touch. The buck looked strong, the musculature evident in the carving. Lance had an eye for detail and would always point to areas that needed to be trimmed down further or defined a little stronger. Adam liked the tips that he was given, and the rare yet genuine compliments from Lance spurred him further.

When they were finished with their project, Adam ran the statue out to his car before joining Lance on the sofa. The two huddled together, enjoying each other's presence as Adam played with the thicker brown fur on Lance's chest.

"I think I learned a lot about how not to carve the arms. I almost gave the poor guy one hand," Adam said with a chuckle as he nuzzled into Lance's pectorals. He could not get enough of the bison's pecs. If Adam had to choose a place to lay for the rest of his life, it would be Lance's chest.

"That's nothing compared to the time you sneezed, and I nearly took off the poor guy's head!" Lance chuckled alongside Adam. "Thankfully we had to trim the neck down a bit more anyway, so we could salvage that one." The huge bison wrapped an arm around Adam and pulled him a little more firmly up against his furry chest.

Adam sighed softly, content with just laying up against the mound of muscle, and said, "The wood dust was what caused that. It's clean in there, but I don't know how your nose can stand such abuse!" Adam blew a bit of stray wood dust off of Lance's chest and smirked foolishly before saying, "You're very precise with the way you do things, so I'm not actually surprised your concentration was broken."

"Yeah, yeah," Lance waved with his free hand. "I'm not used to working with an audience, so the sudden sneeze startled the crap out of me. Besides, bison aren't exactly renowned for their sense of smell, so that's probably why the sawdust doesn't get to me very much."

Adam shrugged and said, "As a stag, it is my duty to sniff things that could possibly kill me. Hopefully, I didn't sneeze on you. That would have been disgusting." Sticking out his tongue, Adam looked up at the bison with a goofy look on his face. Spending the day with Lance had made him oddly slap-happy, and he could not help but smile or smirk around his lover.

Lance rolled his eyes. "You did, a little bit, but the way I see it, I've had my tongue practically halfway down your throat, so I think I'll survive if a little bit of saliva gets shot on me."

Adam chuckled before saying, "I kind of liked that. You're an aggressive kisser, by the way." Giving a small eyebrow raise, Adam added, "I really enjoy how commanding you can be." Ever since the two had been out working in the shed, Adam had been flirting whenever he got bored. He enjoyed toying with Lance and watching him squirm a bit.

"That was just your punishment for getting me all worked up," the bison grinned. "We both know that the first kiss you and I ever shared was sweet and loving, and the next kiss after that was passionate. I'm capable of a lot more than just one kind of kiss."

Adam chuckled and said, "A stud like you is probably capable of a lot more than just kissing. I'm sure that football captain knows that." Adam snickered as he stuck his tongue out and looked up at Lance with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I think seeing you in gear would be enough to get any sane man to go insane."

The muscular bison winked, grinning. "He became very well acquainted with the things I can do. Or, rather, he was how I worked on perfecting the things I can do."

Starting to realize what he was saying, Adam felt himself grow flush with a bit of desire. He felt dirty expressing his own fantasies to Lance, but at the same time, he figured the bison had heard worse from the patrons around the Lounge. Adam was eating up the confidence the bison gave off, and a grin moved across his face. Reaching forward, Adam began to circle around Lance's left nipple teasingly with a finger.

"I bet you were great before, too. I can't see you being a bad dancer," Adam replied as he felt the warm fur underneath his palm.

"Aren't you cute! You thought I was talking about dancing," Lance laughed, squirming slightly under the buck's finger. "I'll give you a hint: I was an athlete, I was hot, and I was a teenager. My head wasn't the only thing that was 'horny'."

Adam's mouth turned into a twisted smile at the joke, and his thumb and index finger slowly began to add a bit of pressure to Lance's nipple before he said, "I would like to hear the story sometime, possibly in lewd detail. However..." Adam pinched the nipple a bit harder, but not hard enough that it would be painful. "I do want to make our own story sometime."

The bison raised an amused eyebrow. "Oh really now? I'd have never guessed that the buck who's pinching my nipple would want to end up in bed with me," Lance said sarcastically, laughing. "What kind of monster would I be to deprive my own boyfriend of that kind of experience?"

"A horrible monster! One who looks really good in leather and makes funny jokes!" Adam teased as he continued to play with the bison's upper body casually. "Also, looks really good as a cowboy, and in a swimsuit..." Adam blushed when he remembered Lance's almost naked form in his lime green speedo. He hated to admit it, but he was starting to become extraordinarily aroused. His excitement over Lance's subtle hints at something a bit more intimate was starting to reach a peak.

Lance chuckled softly and rubbed Adam's shoulder lovingly. "Sounds like a pretty sexy monster! I'll have to meet him sometime. Perhaps you could introduce me," he winked.

Adam smirked and said, "I think I am laying on top of him." Reaching out with his free hand, the buck began to stroke Lance's cheek affectionately, his thumb crossing over the fur before falling still. "He's not much of a monster, though. More of a lover."

"Not much of one?" Lance grinned. "So he's a little bit of a monster, in spite of being a lover? Sounds like it would be intimidating to see a guy like that."

Adam made a sound that was like him clearing his throat, and he wondered where to go with that before awkwardly saying, "Well...more of a monster in...umm...some other regards." Adam's eyes flicked to the bison's lower body before glancing up the treasure trail and landing on his pectorals, where he continued to pinch and tease Lance's left nipple.

Raising an eyebrow, Lance replied, "Oh, really? While I won't disagree with you, you've also never seen it. For all you know, that 'monster' could be all of two inches long and as thick as a toothpick."

Adam gave Lance a look that was a combination between his own lusts and some disbelief. "Yeah, right. I've seen it housed in that tight little swimwear of yours. You are big...everywhere." Giving a gesture with his hand in a long, sweeping motion, Adam chuckled when he leaned back up against Lance's chest.

"You've seen the bulge, so I suppose that's a good way to estimate it, but trust me, it's far more impressive outside of the clothing," Lance replied casually. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to show ya, but I was intending on saving that for a special occasion, since you can only have one 'first time' together with someone." He shrugged, glancing down at Adam. "Unless you can think of a good reason why we shouldn't wait, of course."

Adam shrugged as well and admitted, "I'm not going to push you, if you don't want to. I'm just incredibly horny. I've had all these fantasies about you; being held by you and loving you. Now that they are being acted upon, it just feels so right. Sorry if I sound perverted. I really do love you for who you are, Lance, but...my god, I don't want to go one minute without being touched or touching you."

That made Lance smile. "And I love you for who you are, Adam, and I don't intend to ever stop touching you, save when we're both working. But...here and now..." he grinned, readjusting himself on the couch, so he was laying on his back with his head on the arm of the couch, Adam now laying on the bison's huge, muscular body, "I think I'd love it if you kept touching me."

Giving a pleased rumble, Adam continued to let his hands roam where they wanted, feeling the bison's naked upper body on the tips of his fingers. He felt a shiver down his spine every time that his hands grazed across the muscle, his eyes soaking in every detail. He always wanted the body Lance had, and now he had the chance to live his greatest and deepest of fantasies as he rubbed his boyfriend's body in slow, steady strokes.

"I love it when I can worship you," Adam whispered ever so quietly. The fantasy was in the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. He always desired to prostrate himself to someone larger, and now this stud of a man not only told him he loved him, but allowed him to touch him as long as he liked. He was in heaven, and his heart pounded in his chest as he continued to intimately touch Lance's body. Not only was the act itself sacred to Adam, but the fact that all of this was for him was beautiful in its own way. The pleased smile across Lance's face was addicting to the buck.

Lance rumbled softly in his chest, making that deep, happy sound from within as he smiled. "And I love it when you worship me like this. Probably a byproduct of me being a dancer, but guys worshipping my body is apparently a huge turn-on for me," he chuckled. "But then, you can tell that, since I'm currently poking you in the stomach."

Looking down, Adam blushed and started to laugh, "I thought that was your leg! I wondered why it was a constant poking. I didn't think you could hear me when I was whispering just now. I forgot that you heard me walking around in your room, so clearly you're not lacking in the hearing department." Continuing his massage, Adam felt the pectoral bounce again underneath his left hand and his own arousal jump slightly in his pants. He wished he had oil somewhere, so he could rub it into his skin before having the male pose for him lewdly. Now that was a thought for Adam to mull over.

"Nope, not my leg!" Lance laughed spiritedly. "I'd have some health problems, probably, if my leg was pulsing and throbbing like that," he added with a smirk. "But, please, do keep rubbing me. It feels really nice." The huge bison closed his eyes with a small smile on his face.

Adam continued, sometimes a bit more vigorously than he was used to when rubbing a male. He never had much experience in touching a male so fully, and he could not stop his manhood from jumping whenever he managed to massage a knot out of a tight muscle in Lance's body, hearing the rich groan escape from his boyfriend's lips. When he was done, he was sweating a bit, the bison's fur warming him as he leaned over Lance's own tent and kissed him on the lips. Adam could feel the bison's soft lips against his, and he was like putty in his lover's hands.

Lance kissed Adam passionately for a few long minutes, wrapping his arm around the buck and pulling him tightly to his chest so their bodies were pressed together. Their tongues danced in between their mouths and explored each other vigorously, neither male wanting to end the kiss.

"I was hoping to save it for a more special occasion, but your lips have made a very moving argument for me taking you up to my bedroom," Lance chuckled, panting slightly once the kiss finally ended.

Adam was panting as well, and could feel drips of sweat start to drip down his back. He shivered as he nuzzled against Lance's neck, inhaling the bison's pine scent with need.

"I'd be okay with that," Adam said in an airy voice through his panting. "However, only if you are okay with it." Adam could feel his manhood throb against Lance's, his own smaller tent being completely overshadowed by Lance's own monster. The buck could only guess at how big he was. Although Adam asked for Lance's approval, his own resolve was fading ever so slowly.

The bison's eyes searched Adam's own for a moment, clearly contemplating what to do. "Think we can last until tonight? I wanna take you on a nice date before we do that kind of thing, if that's alright. Though..." he grinned mischievously, "if you wanted to feel me up some more, I wouldn't complain."

"Deal," Adam said quickly as he thought about another restaurant outing with Lance. Although he loved cooking and borrowing Jessica's cookbook, Lance had been taking him around the area to visit different restaurants he was unfamiliar with. Overall, he was dazzled by Lance's knowledge of delicious culinary eats. Plus, he was feeling kind of bad for Lance paying for him all time; maybe he could pay for once?

Grabbing Lance's shoulders, Adam leaned over Lance's face, and said, "Just sit back and relax then, big guy. This time, I get to take control." Beginning to massage and rub into Lance's muscles, Adam smirked when he heard the groan as he worked on a knot in the bison's abs.

Any tension that Lance may have had was instantly washed away as Adam worked over his body with his surprisingly dexterous and skilled hands. Lance couldn't help but moan softly as he worked out the knots in his muscles, blushing slightly when he made the noises, but relaxing when Adam just smiled and didn't make fun of him for it. "You should totally go to school for massage therapy or something, Adam," Lance practically purred. "You're so good with your hands. And here I thought I was good."

Laughing, Adam replied back, "Thank you. Honestly, I just think I have a hunch of what's..." Working the left side of Lance's abs, Adam snickered when Lance gave another gentle sigh. "...giving you the most trouble."

After Adam was finished giving Lance a massage, the two had another long and hot kiss before gathering themselves for their night out. Lance suggested a restaurant that was casual but still had the flair of a modern restaurant. Adam loved it, and although the food was expensive, they did not skimp on portion size. When the two were eating, they kept everything low-key, and they simply enjoyed each other's company. It was as if the passion they shared before was completely disguised, save for some subtle comments from the two.

Pushing the door open and leading Adam inside, their stomachs now full, Lance pushed the door shut behind them and pressed the buck up against the cold wooden door, pressing his lips to the shorter male's own tenderly. "Shame speed limits are a thing, because that drive felt painfully slow," Lance chuckled softly before kissing the deer again. "Was killing me that I had to go so long without kissing you, especially when your scent is all over me and my truck."

Quivering a bit in Lance's embrace, Adam said, "I agree. You have a powerful...musk. It's addicting. I had to keep myself from making out with you while you were driving." Leaning forward, Adam kissed Lance on the lips, savoring the taste of Lance on his tongue. Adam felt the pressure of the bison's body pushing him up against the door, holding him in place. He felt so helpless as Lance held him there, and his boyfriend was so close to him that he could feel his warm breath along his right ear.

"It's a pleasant odor, I hope," Lance grinned, nuzzling under Adam's chin and then rubbing his cheek with his own on his way back up. "I know I don't always smell the greatest after a night of dancing, but tonight was one-hundred percent, all-natural 'me'."

Adam grinned as he felt Lance's fur tickle his sensitive face, and he wiggled a bit in Lance's grasp. At least this time, when he was pinned, he wasn't being threatened with getting the crap beaten out of him. "I like it when you smell of sweat from the gym, though, too. As much as I like the pine scent, imagining kneeling before you after a heavy workout has always been a...mmm dream of mine." Feeling his chest expand and contract whenever he took breaths, Adam noticed the hard muscle of Lance's chest rub against his. To say that the sensation made him feel weak was an understatement. He had been craving Lance throughout the whole dinner.

"Well, if that's the case," Lance smirked, "how about we go down to the gym and have a nice workout, hm? Or..." he began, trailing a finger lazily down between the valley of Adam's comparably smaller pecs, "we could stay in for the rest of the evening, and I can think of a different way for me to get all sweaty, yourself included." His voice was thick with lust, and he had never sounded more sultry and seductive in his life, though judging by the shivering buck in his arms, it was working like a charm.

The buck could feel his heart begin to pound in his chest, as if it was going to fly out of him. Although seeing Lance after he was finished working out was enticing, getting a different kind of workout in seemed to be what Adam wanted at the moment. With every word that Lance uttered from his last sentence, a blissful feeling would creep down Adam's spine. Everything that he desired was unfolding before him, and his brain was racing to try to find the right words to say. As Lance's finger trailed down his abs, the buck's own hand moved over Lance's and guided him until it was over his waist.

Looking up, Adam said breathlessly, "Please, I need you." He felt so dirty saying those words, but at the same time, he felt as if a weight had been lifted. This was not like the one-night stands he had been having in the past; this was something much more, and the need in his voice, although lust-filled, was laced with passion.

"And you will have it, my love," Lance purred in reply, passionately pulling Adam into a deep kiss, their tongues exploring each others' mouths instantly. Not breaking the kiss, the huge bison picked up the smaller male in his strong arms and carried him up the stairs, skipping two steps at a time. He pushed open the door to the bedroom and fumbled for the lightswitch, unable to find it in the dark and with his lips pressed to Adam's, so he thought 'fuck it', and walked over to the bed, gently placing his boyfriend down on the soft covers and crawling on top of him, though keeping his full weight off of the smaller male. Opening his eyes, Lance's hot breath washed over Adam's face as their lips parted, and he gazed down into the buck's brown eyes lovingly, the moonlight streaming in through the windows and illuminating the room with a soft white light, making Adam's eyes glimmer. "Damn, you look stunning tonight, Adam," he smiled. "How'd I get so lucky to land such a handsome man?"

Adam's lips curved into a smile as he watched the light reflect off of the bison's own chocolate brown hair. He reached out and felt across the bison's scruffy face before saying, "Ironic, coming from you. I should be the one saying that." Feeling the bison's weight press him into the bed, Adam could do nothing but wait patiently. The whole scene was so erotic; the lighting, the male laying on top of him, and the heat of the moment that Adam felt was identical to his deepest fantasies. His manhood throbbed in his pants, the jockstrap that he was wearing becoming a bit damp.

"True, but I still count myself lucky that I found a guy who's as nerdy as myself and is still gorgeous." Lance smiled as he eased himself up so he was sitting lightly on the buck's lap, grinning as he felt Adam's fully erect member throbbing beneath him. "Feels like someone's pretty excited," he winked, playfully grinding his rear against that bulge.

Reaching forward, Adam grabbed a hold of Lance's hips, a grin crossing his face as he watched Lance's muscles flex and move on top of him. Giving an audible groan as he felt Lance's rump flush against his crotch, Adam replied teasingly, "Mmm, so playful. I didn't know I was getting a bit of a lap dance as well." Reaching around, Adam grasped one of Lance's cheeks in his right hand, feeling the globe of muscle underneath his palm. It was unyielding, and Adam quickly realized that even the bison's backside had power behind it.

"Normally a lapdance would cost you extra, but I suppose I could make an exception for my own boyfriend," Lance winked, groaning softly as the buck squeezed his rump. "Especially if he wants to keep squeezing my butt like that."

"I think that seems fair," Adam replied as he reached his other hand around and gave Lance's left cheek a tight squeeze. "Maybe, sometime, I can return the favor." Adam thought about how good he would look pushing Lance onto a chair and then ripping off his pants to show off some skimpy underwear before going to town. A pleasent smirk crossed his face at the thought.

Lance leaned forward and kissed Adam softly before playfully nibbling the buck's neck and shoulders, soon moving down to his nipples and licking them through the shirt for a moment before nibbling them as well. "Good, because there's a lot I want to do with my man, and this will only be the first time of many."

Adam bit his lower lip at the action, the bison's lips curling around the covered nub ever so carefully. Adam gave a bit of a chuckle as he wiggled in the bison's grip before saying, "How about I get up and take my shirt off, so you can have full access?" Adam gave another quiver when he felt the tongue lick across the fabric of his shirt and over his now hardened nub.

The bison grinned. "Lose the pants and underwear too, while you're at it. I want full access to every part of you, my sexy buck." Lance smirked as he got off of Adam and laid back on the bed beside him, hands behind his head. "And when you're done, you can help me out of these clothes."

Adam grinned as he leaned upward and watched as Lance's body slowly moved off of him to allow him to get up. The thought that Lance could hold him down, and there was nothing he could do about it, turned Adam on in a way that he never experienced. He could feel his heartbeat thump heavily in his chest as he moved up off of the bed, the covers grazing over his fur. When he got up, he hooked his hands underneath his shirt and lifted it up and over to unveil his cream-colored chest and abs. This was the moment he dreamed of; to expose himself for someone that made him feel higher than anything he had ever experienced.

Adam watched Lance's expression closely. The bison's emerald green eyes burrowed into his own, making him forget what he was doing. Turning around, the buck showed off his toned back, allowing Lance a peek of the valleys and hills of his brown-furred back. Adam gave the shirt a soft toss to the side before he grabbed onto his shorts and started to pull them off of his hips. Although he rarely felt nervous when stripping in front of his one-night stands, Lance was special. He wanted this to be memorable as much as Lance did. He took off his shorts painfully slow, allowing them to fall to the ground to unveil the forest green jockstrap around his waist. The straps clung to his rump, accentuating the curves and supporting his backside.

Looking over his shoulder, Adam asked, "Like what you see?" A cocky smirk moved across his face. Although he enjoyed Lance's shows, to hear someone compliment his own body was immensely satisfying. Even though he felt vulnerable and exposed, he was showing Lance more than just his body; he was showing Lance that his nakedness was all of him, his true self. His faults, his features, and his emotions. He was giving Lance everything.

"Impossible to not like what I see, Adam," Lance smiled seductively. "All that hard work at the gym has really paid off for you, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a huge turn-on for me. Plus, it's oddly hot to watch someone else strip, for once." The bison shifted on the bed, his jeans clearly tenting at this point.

Grabbing the edges of the waistband of his jockstrap, Adam gave a sharp tug downward. The material fell until it was around his ankles, and he cupped his privates accordingly. His tail flicked in response as a blush crossed the buck's face. He was finally free of the clothing, and Adam was completely exposed to his lover. Shaking his rump, Adam chuckled when he took in every detail of Lance's transfixed expression before saying, "I should strip for you more often, if it gets that reaction out of you."

Feeling his pride swell in his chest, Adam turned around while still cupping his erection as best as he could. However, the seven-inch long member was hard to contain in his palm, and it throbbed with burning need. His modest orbs were on full display, the white fur highlighting the plumpness.

"You won't hear any complaints from me," Lance chuckled, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better look at the buck. "C'mon, move the hands, you tease. I wanna see what my boyfriend is packing."

Adam smirked at the eagerness of boyfriend. Lance definitely knew how to push his buttons and get him to open up. Moving his hands away, Adam had to stop himself from giggling nervously as his member slapped against his stomach comically after being imprisoned. He looked over at Lance, his arousal standing proudly at attention. Just looking over at Lance's reaction and his pleased smile, Adam's cock throbbed and made a few drops of pre roll out of the head of his member and fall to the floor.

"Someone's awfully excited. And pretty well-endowed, for that matter," Lance grinned, leaning to the side to see the drop of precum on the hardwood floor. "Then again, I've probably leaked through my underwear by now," he chuckled. "Get that sexy body of yours over here, and let's find out if I'm right, hm?"

Adam nearly jumped for joy, and if he was a canine, his tail would be wagging like crazy. Crawling back onto the bed, Adam felt the covers touch his vulnerable stomach softly. He reached out with his hands, feeling the waistband of the bison's jeans with his fingers devilishly before looking into Lance's eyes, saying, "May I start with your pants?"

That earned the buck a smirk. "Most would start with the shirt, but at this point, you've got the motor going so hard that it's almost painful even having clothes on," Lance winked. "Go ahead, Adam. Whatever suits you!"

Reaching for the button, Adam heard the snap as it was pushed through the loop. He pinched the golden zipper in between his index and thumb carefully, his needful panting starting to become evident. Adam gave the jeans an experimental tug to see a red waistband peeking out over them.

Giving another hard tug, Adam pulled the jeans nearly down to Lance's knees in one swoop before pulling them all way the free with a primal snarl, briefly having a little trouble getting the pants past the bison's large hooves. He covered his muzzle quickly, but he just gave a chuckle before taking in everything. The briefs were a charcoal black with red trim along the sides, along with the crimson waistband. They looked snug and defined every nook and cranny of the bison expertly. Clothed, he was a fine specimen, but Adam wanted Lance in briefs, or less, as much as possible, especially when he saw the massive bulge that was held in place by the fabric. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor upon closer inspection of the bulge.

Lance blushed slightly as he saw Adam's reaction. "I- I know it's a little big, so I get it if you're a bit intimidated, or if you wanted to stop."

"No no no, you're fine! I've seen...bigger," Adam replied as he mentally measured the guys he had been with. Jericho was almost as big as Lance, though he hadn't exactly measured the bull when they were together, so it's possible he might have been bigger than Lance, but other than Jericho, he had not seen a single person as large in either girth or length as what he was seeing now. "But, holy shit, Lance. You are literally big...everywhere!" Adam said, now repeating his earlier sentiment as he leaned forward to inspect the bison's manhood. The musk was strong, and Adam's mind swam with lewd thoughts as he took a breath of it before leaning forward and giving the material a playful lick. He could taste the pre on the tip of his tongue, the salty, manly taste making his mouth water.

The bison's cock was so big that the underwear literally couldn't even contain it. It was fully hard, and try though the briefs did, there was already a solid few inches poking out the top, precum leaking onto Lance's brown fur from the thick head of that manhood. "You must have slept with a particularly gifted stallion, in that case, since I've yet to see a dick as big as mine. Well, except Garl's, maybe, since Dasher, just to screw with him, got him hard at work, and he practically ripped out of his jockstrap," Lance laughed. "He's got an inch on me, which is surprising, since I'm, well, fourteen inches," he blushed, his cock flexing against the underwear.

"F-F...F-four-..."

Adam was pretty shocked, but he shook away his fears. He wanted Lance for who he was, and by god he wanted all of him. However, maybe his fantasies of rougher, kinkier domination would have to wait for a long while. Getting on top of Lance and straddling him, after taking the underwear the rest of the way off, Adam could feel the member jabbing at his rump threateningly. Adam put the article of clothing on his right thumb, and pinched it between his left index finger and thumb before stretching the elastic back and firing it halfway across the room with a grin on his face.

Reaching back behind him, Adam took the bison's right orb into his hand to feel it droop over palm, the single testicle easily filling his hand, full of seed and at the ready to breed. Adam trembled at the thought, and he gave it a parting squeeze before moving back upwards to trail his hand along Lance's broad chest. When Lance's member throbbed, he could feel it rub against his rump, and he felt a warm wetness start to soak into his fur.

"I am going to be honest with you, you are probably larger than anyone I ever had the chance to come to bed with," Adam commented as his own manhood pulsed and dribbled onto Lance's abs. If they kept this foreplay up, the buck was certain they would both be leaking like faucets when it came to the hotter moments.

"I'm not exactly surprised," Lance chuckled. "Though, I wouldn't be surprised if Jericho was a very close second." He shut his mouth instantly. "Erm...sorry. Probably best I don't mention him when you and I are about to make love for the first time."

Adam blushed and nodded, saying, "Jericho was a big guy as well. It seems everyone at the Lounge is huge." Giggling, Adam did not mind the statement, and he leaned forward until his chest was up against Lance's flannel shirt. Adam nuzzled against Lance's muzzle before getting his lips as close as possible to Lance's own. "You're fine with mentioning Jericho. It happened, it's over, and now there is only us and this night." With that, the buck locked lips with Lance once again, not growing tired of the broad tongue that assaulted his own as he moved forward. He moaned lustfully into the kiss, his need growing inside him like a white-hot heat.

Lance moaned ever so slightly into the kiss, blushing just a bit brighter in embarrassment. He slowly broke the kiss, smiling up into his mate's eyes. "I love you, Adam." The bison nuzzled under the buck's chin lovingly. "My heart is yours, and soon, we'll be sharing something special together that proves how much I love you. But first..." he grinned. "Can we take off my shirt now? As much as I love flannel, I'm sure you'd like to see the entirety of me naked, and it's getting a tad hot in here."

With Lance giving him the green light, Adam gave a nod and was beaming from ear to ear as he leaned back upwards. Reaching forward, he began to fiddle with the top button below Lance's neck. His hands were shaking noticeably in anticipation, and in doing so, he was having a bit of trouble unbuttoning the shirt. In a small fit of rage, combined with an enormous lust, he grabbed the middle of the shirt and started to pull until buttons were flying everywhere. Realizing what he did, Adam blushed when he calmly unbuttoned the last one and said, with his ears low in embarrassment, "Sorry about the shirt, big guy. I don't know what came over me."

The huge bison just laughed, however. "I've got a little sewing kit around here somewhere. Just remind me, when we're done, to find the buttons on the floor, and I'll fix the shirt. No biggy. Plus, that was crazy hot, I'll admit," he smiled, easing himself out of the destroyed shirt and tossing it to the floor, both males now completely naked and throbbing on top of each other.

Adam was in a gay man's heaven as he looked over Lance's body, his mind racing as he thought about what to touch, lick, or pinch first. He could feel the spire that was Lance's manhood against him, the jets of pre lining his back. His tongue flicked as he imagined licking the member from top to bottom, not missing a single spot in his affection, but he had a better idea; he wanted to bring out Lance's dominant side.

"You seem to bring out the need to rut from deep within me," Adam laughed as he brought his hand forward and began to play with Lance's nipples once again. "It's interesting that you let such a small fry like me take the reins. I would expect that you have plenty of knowledge on how to be a good stud and let the rider mount you, but I bet you are more of a breeder, no?" The teasing made Adam snort out a puff of air from his nose, as if he was a bull.

Lance laughed. "If I'm being honest, it's because I don't want to hurt you, so that's why I'm letting you take the lead on this, breeding bison or no. You know, so you can get used to everything and take it at your own pace. I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you, so I'd rather we played it safe, you know? I can dominate a guy until the cows come home, but that's not what either of us want for our first time, I'd imagine, right?"

Adam chuckled and said, "Yeah, maybe that's for the best. I would hate for you to break me the first time. That would kind of be a bummer. But...do you mind if I have a taste of it first?" Adam hoped that the bison knew that he meant he wanted to give him a blowjob for a couple of minutes before eventually having him roll onto his back and letting Adam ride him slowly, or something.

"I do believe I'd encourage you to have a taste first," Lance winked, reclining back on the bed with his arms behind his head. "I trust I won't need to get out the instruction manual and point out the sections which list the potential dangers and the fact that it's a choking hazard, right?" The bison grinned a toothy grin at the joke, trying really hard not to laugh.

Adam chuckled before kissing Lance on the lips, and he lifted himself up before plopping himself back down on top of Lance. "I think I got the basics down pat. This session might be a bit rocky, though. It could test my limits pretty quick."

He raised his tail invitingly, fully knowing that his rump was right in front of Lance's face, before wrapping his hands around Lance's girth. To say Lance was large would be an understatement; Adam could barely wrap his hands fully around the bison's thick member. Giving it a timid lick, Adam heard a small gasp come from behind him.

Gripping the member, Adam could feel it pulse in his hands as he began to rub and stroke the shaft. He felt the skin move along the pole, working the cut member until he had his fill. Opening his mouth, he gave a teasing lick to the head of Lance's cock before sucking on it affectionately.

"Mmf," Lance groaned behind him. "Been so long since I've had it sucked. Almost forgot how good it felt." The throbbing cock pulsed in Adam's mouth, firing a small bead of precum onto his tongue as the bison moaned softly.

Sticking out his tongue, Adam felt the beads fall onto his tastebuds, and he was taken aback by how salty it was directly from its source. However, the taste was not displeasing, and soon Adam began to lap furiously at the head of Lance's member before starting to slowly take more into his mouth. About halfway, he felt himself start to begin to feel pressure in his throat, and he gagged a bit around the shaft. However, the fact that he was taking the bison's most sensitive and private part into his mouth was erotic, and it turned him on more than the act itself.

Wrapping his left hand around the bottom of Lance's shaft and giving it a long stroke as he made his way upwards, Adam moaned around Lance's member when he was rewarded for his efforts with a spurt of pre down his throat.

"Ahh, god, you're good at this," Lance panted, his abs tensing and flexing beneath the buck. A lust he didn't know he was capable of feeling began to take over, and Lance grabbed Adam's hips and pulled him back a little, the bison raising his muzzle to the buck's toned rump and burying his nose between those tight mounds, inhaling Adam's scent and making a deep, pleasured noise from within his throat.

Surprised by his boyfriend's enthusiasm, Adam grunted around the shaft as he felt several warm breaths graze across one of the most sensitive parts of his body. He trembled like a leaf, his resolve increasing as he began to move back down Lance's shaft and inhaling a couple more inches than before. He started to gag again before making his way back up, saliva dribbling down his chin and leaving a shimmering, sloppy wetness on Lance's member. Giving a long stroke on his departure upwards, Adam used his free hand to steady himself as his arousal rocked his body. He wanted to turn over and let Lance do whatever he wanted to him, however, he knew he had to hold himself back. Lance was right; he could do some real damage, if he wasn't properly prepared.

And prepare Adam Lance did. The bison's muzzle rubbed against the buck's hole for a few moments before he stuck out his tongue and lapped against that tight muscle hidden between the taut mounds of his rump. Lance couldn't help but grin as he licked, enjoying the sudden gasps and moans coming from his boyfriend. After teasing Adam and reducing the buck to a moaning mess, Lance grinned once more before sliding his tongue inside that ring, licking the buck's innermost depths.

Giving a groan around Lance's member, Adam felt as if he was about to reach orgasm right when Lance's tongue penetrated his most private of areas. The tongue was swift and touched places he never thought he had within him as Lance's appendage wormed its way inside him. Gripping the sheets, Adam felt his eyes nearly roll up into his head, his member throbbing and dripping onto Lance's pecs as he began to give Lance the best blowjob he could. Mustering as much courage as he could, Adam began to take Lance's member as deep as he could into his mouth.

This caused Lance to moan softly, and his right leg involuntarily jolted slightly as pleasure shot through his body. His tongue slipped out of Adam's rear as he moaned, and a raspy voice escaped Lance's lips. "H-how are you taking so much of it?" he groaned. "I figured you were good, but hnnnng, not this good!"

Feeling tears start to begin to form as he gagged once again before moving his mouth tantalizingly upward and licking the head of Lance's member, Adam gave the head of the bison's manhood a kiss before shrugging and saying, "I don't know. Something just comes over me when you pleasure me."

Leaning back over, Adam smirked when he saw Lance's member throb, and a jet of pre-cum shot out of the head. Wrapping his mouth around the tip once again, Adam began to lick around the sensitive glans, making sure to please Lance as much as he could. He wanted the bison to beg for him, and the fact that his boyfriend was complimenting him on his sexual prowess was invigorating.

Lance moaned as the buck licked over his sensitive cock head, another jolt travelling down his legs and making him squirm. "You must...mmf...say that to all the guys," he chuckled in between moans. "Clearly, I...aahh...have a lot to learn, sensei," the bison joked, moving his large hands up to Adam's rump and squeezing both mounds firmly.

Wiggling his backside with his tail in the air, Adam could feel the cool air moving over the cool saliva on his hole. With an exaggerated slurp, Adam made his way off of Lance's member, turned back over his shoulder, and said, "Only you, stud. I have never been rimmed like that before." A trickle of spit glimmered in the light, and Adam could feel the now cool drip moving down his taint and over his balls. He growled happily, still flexing and wiggling his rump in Lance's grasp.

"I love you," Lance smiled. The bison moved his head lower, lapping at Adam's balls slowly and inhaling the buck's scent deeply as he did so, Adam's natural manly musk being strongest right there. From the scent alone, Lance's cock got even harder, if that was even possible, but he now felt achingly hard, so hard that lust was beginning to threaten to override his mind entirely.

Feeling Lance's mouth on his orbs, Adam trembled as the tongue worked over the vulnerable area. Leaning forward until his hands were clutching the sheets and his chest was parallel with the bed, Adam felt a blush cross his cheeks as he fully exposed his body to the bison. Adam felt the need to be the dominant bottom slowly leaving him. The further his chest started to lower towards the bed, however, he had to fight to keep his head high as he began to slowly move his rump along with Lance's tongue. He wanted the bison extremely badly, and his body language only showing his desires even more.

The sensation of Lance playing with his balls made him quiver with need, and his erection throbbed outward. He was leaking onto the bison's abs profusely, and he hoped that Lance didn't mind. Turning over his shoulder, Adam breathed out, "I love you too...so much." The heat of the situation was turning him into putty in the bison's hands. With every lick and touch, he felt his submissive side slowly starting to appear.

Lance smiled once more as he gently grabbed Adam's left shoulder and began to tip him onto his back. When Adam felt the sheets rub against his naked back, a now grinning bison started to move downward between his legs. The bovine's pecs and abs flexed as that huge body moved into position, a sight that would be intimidating to many, but not to the buck. Not wasting any time, Lance grabbed Adam's throbbing member with one hand and lowered his head down onto it, opening his mouth and engulfing nearly the entire cock in one shot, stopping just short of all seven inches, but one small breath later, and Lance had the buck's entire cock now slid into his mouth and partway down his throat.

Gripping the sheets harder than he had been before, Adam gasped when he felt the warm and slick tongue rub over the underside of his manhood. Moving a hand downward, Adam placed his right hand softly on the bison's head, guiding him as he began to bob up and down on his member. Shocks of pleasure burst through him, and the tightness of Lance's throat made Adam's tail flick excitedly as he started to thrust his hips forward and pull back along with Lance's bobbing.

The stimulation was too much, and Adam quickly found his body reaching its peak. His erection throbbed in Lance's mouth, his arousal stifled only momentarily by surprise as he realized how fast he was approaching his climax. His hole clenched and relaxed, the cold saliva from Lance's early licking beginning to roll over his tail which flicked back and forth.

"L-Lance, I'm getting really close!"

Adam didn't know if it was the eagerness of the bison, or the fact that his whole cock was engulfed in one swoop, but he felt his balls begin to pull up close to his body. If Lance continued, he knew he would end up giving his boyfriend a heavy load.

Spurred on by Adam's words, Lance grinned around the cock in his mouth, and he sped up his bobs as well as tightening the grip his lips had around the buck's manhood. Hearing that Adam was close only made him want to experience his boyfriend's climax even more, and he wanted to pleasure the buck as well as he could, so that Adam could experience, hopefully, one of the best orgasms of his life.

Adam's muzzle began to contort into a snarl, and a primal sound left his lips that he didn't know he had in him. His hand on the top of the bison's head began to squeeze somewhat harder, Adam's fingers gripping Lance's hair tightly, and his hips thrusted forward. The snarl slowly turned into a long groan, his head tilting upward. He felt his member throb violently once, twice, and a third time before he felt the pressure begin to leave. His body twitched, his muscles pulling taut as he unloaded into Lance's throat, the bison's broad tongue teasing the bottom of his shaft for everything he had. His vision started to turn to stars as he continued through his climax, jet after jet releasing from the tip and down Lance's throat. The warm breath against his crotch reminded him of who was around his manhood, and he looked down at Lance with his mouth open and his tongue lolling out as he rode out his orgasm.

Lance drank down everything Adam had to offer, and even when that orgasm finally died down, the bison still continued to lick the spent member, even gripping it near the base and pulling up on it slowly to see if he could coax out any more of the deer's seed, which he had to admit was surprisingly delicious.

As Adam came down from his climax and into the afterglow, he found himself still hard, his body aching for another earth-shattering climax, to continue to feel Lance's touch. His breathing started to slow back down, and the buzz in his mind began to dull as his heartbeat thumped a bit more quietly in his chest. His chest heaved with long pants of exertion as sweat dripped down his naked form. Adam blinked once before feeling that familiar, warm tongue lick over the head of his member, and he shivered as he sprayed a small jet out into the awaiting muzzle.

"My...god..." Adam managed to pant out as he covered his eyes with his arm. Although he was immensely satisfied from the climax, he was still achingly hard and embarrassed at the fact he climaxed so early and so fast. He didn't want Lance to think he was too easy to please; Adam wanted this night to last as long as possible. Leaning upward, Adam watched Lance clean his shaft expertly with his tongue, and his cheeks warmed as he realized how truly enthusiastic Lance was about his cock.

"Sorry I came so early. You were just so...good. I wanted the experience to last a while, but...," Adam said softly. He felt vulnerable on the bed, the warmth of the afterglow slowly starting to fade and set him back into reality.

Lance let the buck's cock flop out of his mouth and spring backwards, slapping softly against Adam's abs, and the bison smiled reassuringly. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Hell, I take that as a compliment on my skills," he chuckled, winking up at his boyfriend before flopping down on the bed next to Adam, their muzzles only inches from each other. "Besides, you're my boyfriend now, so it's not like I can't just do that to you again in like an hour or so when you're recovered from that climax, right? Or is your refractory period a little longer than that?"

Adam smirked, Lance's lightheartedness about the event making him feel warm. He smiled and said, "Well...I'm actually still really hard. I think it's the hormones, and I might be in a mini-rut right now, because I really fucking need you right now." Punctuating the statement with a kiss on Lance's lips, Adam said, "Like, I really need you."

Never feeling such an emotion before, Adam's mind was pummeled with thoughts and feelings. The intimacy of the situation, combined with the immense arousal that took over him and pulsed along with his own heart, was electrifying. It was as if the whole environment screamed for him to be taken, to be used by someone more powerful, but at the same time, his mind wanted that sensual connection that came with making love. The kiss only made his heart flutter more for the male in front of him.

"I could say the same thing, though bison have our natural rutting season in August, not November, like you guys," Lance winked. "We just missed mine, but how lucky for me that we're just about to go into that season for you! Guess I'll have to stock up on Gatorade and energy drinks."

Adam began to pant as he imagined very naughty images of Lance bent over, his rump being presented, and him climbing up and sticking his cock inside Lance before--

Shaking his head, Adam cleared the thoughts from his mind as he absentmindedly began to stroke himself. "How convenient indeed. You may think I'm a glass cannon, but during rutting season, I get really...aggressive...when it comes to...well, everything. My roommate, Jess, always buys me...things...to keep me sated." Feeling vulnerable once again, Adam gave a nervous chuckle as he remembered a monthly magazine of "Stags Only" being slid under his door and a note that read, "You're starting to moan in your sleep. So, to quote the Legend of Zelda: It's dangerous to fap alone. Take this!" Adam retold the story to Lance.

Lance howled with laughter, clutching his stomach as his abs contracted repeatedly with each round of laughter. "I seriously need to hang out with her sometime. She sounds like a real riot, if she's that considerate and oddly cool about you in rutting season. Plus that joke is just too perfect!" the bison laughed.

Adam looked at Lance with a playful glare and punched him lightly on the shoulder for laughing at the narrative. "She is pretty cool. If she saw me in bed with a guy like you right now, she would be the person taking pictures," Adam joked as he imagined Jess sitting at the end of the bed with a camera and snapping shot after shot of various poses the two ended up tangling themselves in.

Snorting with a little more laughter, Lance replied, "While that does sound fun and everything, my contract with the Foxhole says only pre-approved photographers may take pictures of this bison's body," he winked. "Then again, it doesn't mention anything about pictures taken for personal reasons!"

Adam smirked, running a finger down Lance's abs before saying, "So, does that mean I could get some lewd snapshots of yours truly? Or do I have to do something to please the one being photographed first?"

The bison's eyes shimmered slightly in amusement before he kissed Adam softly on the lips. "Pleasing the subject of the photo would always be a good idea, though he could possibly be persuaded into letting you take however many pictures you wanted to remember him by, for when subject and photographer have to be apart. Not that I don't see you like all the time anyway, because of us working out together and stuff, but still," Lance chuckled.

Leaning over Lance, Adam smiled and said, "I may or may not have some photos of you on my phone from when you were bench pressing weights the other day. Let me tell you, if there was no one in the weight room, I may have jumped on top of you right then." Adam's cheeks reddened when he remembered the sweat dripping down the bison's muscle shirt and his large gulps of air compressing and decompressing his muscled chest. It was a beautiful sight to behold. The camera on his phone barely did the image justice.

"You're insatiable!" Lance laughed. "I'll have to do some better poses for your next stealth photo session, in that case. Perhaps I'll accidentally drop a pen or something, and you can take a picture of that, you pervy buck."

Adam shrugged coyly before giving an innocent smirk. "Perhaps dropping soap would better suit you." Chuckling, Adam leaned forward and returned the kiss Lance gave him earlier. "Just kidding. I can see a guy like you making everyone WANT to drop the soap, just to get a chance to take...THAT monster." Beckoning over to Lance's member, Adam smirked when he watched the shaft throb and pulse.

Lance smiled at first, but it shifted into a frown a moment later, his confidence faltering seemingly at random. "I guess you'll want to always be on top when we make love, since there's no way you could get all of me up inside of you. It's okay...I know it's intimidating, and I can't fault you for not wanting me to top you. I can get used to always being on bottom, I guess...It's a small sacrifice to make for being with you."

Shaking his head, Adam lifted his body upward into a kneeling position before crawling on top of Lance's abs until the bison's member was once again sandwiched in between his rump. Starting to move his body, Adam began to rub his backside against Lance's member, his own starting to harden once again and pulse against Lance's abs.

Clutching Lance's pecs, Adam said, "Lance, I want to bottom for you, and I can't think of any reason not to. I am scared, but...I trust you." Reaching a hand upward, Adam cupped Lance's cheek, his index finger rubbing against the soft fur just above his scruffy facial hair.

The bison now had a goofy combination of a smile and a blush on his handsome face, his hands finding their way to Adam's sides. "You always say that you're the lucky one to have me, but I think I'm the luckiest one to have you," Lance smiled brightly. "And I know I've been saying it a lot lately, but I love you so damn much, Adam."

Adam grinned and leaned forward to nibble on Lance's ear before whispering, "I love you too, Lance. I'm glad that all this worked out...even if it was a little rocky, but I realized what I truly want, and what I truly want is you." Although Adam felt his emotions begin to surface, he did not care that they were in front of the man he wanted to spend his days with. The vulnerable feeling he had before started to wash away as Lance's hands grazed across his hips, and his mind began to swim with intimate thoughts once again.

"And I, you, Adam," Lance smiled, pulling the cervine into a deep, passionate kiss as he rolled over on top of the buck and pinned him under his weight, the beat of the bison's heart easily felt as Lance pressed their bodies together on top of the blankets.

Adam moaned into the kiss. The pressure pushing him into the bed was euphoric and sent Adam's mind spinning. The heat and passion was starting to get to him as their lips pushed against one another, his member rubbing between Lance's abs as they continued to kiss. When it was broken, a strand of saliva still kept their lips connected, and Adam smiled, saying, "I love kissing you, and I really like when you take the initiative. Your body heat is really...comfortable." Reaching upward, Adam began to trace his hands across Lance's naked hips and waist.

"Well, good, because, otherwise, it would make us having a working relationship pretty difficult and awkward, wouldn't you agree?" Lance smirked, pushing himself upwards so he sat between Adam's legs, his hands already reaching down to rub the deer's abs before trailing a little lower to tease his throbbing length. "And it would make intimacy just a little unsatisfying, if we didn't like kissing each other."

Adam grunted as the hand toyed with his manhood, his face scrunching as he felt the stiffness from the earlier climax melting into a white hot pleasure. His desire for Lance's intimacy was boiling in his veins like lava, and he said in an airy tone, "I agree. Mmmm, please...Lance, just do what you want to me." Adam never sounded so submissive in his life, and here he was nearly begging for Lance to do whatever he pleased. His mind told him that this was so very right, but at the same time, he got a mixed signal from his body, as well as a subconscious part of his mind telling him that this is giving up his masculinity. However, he never felt so manly in his life, showing a part of himself to Lance in his most vulnerable state.

Lance smiled, flipping them over once more so that the bison lay on his back and Adam was now straddling his hips. "I'll do exactly that, in time, but I'm thinking you should be in control for this first part." Producing a bottle of lube from seemingly out of nowhere, Lance handed it to Adam, the bison's throbbing maleness resting against the buck's back. "I think you know what to do with that."

Adam chuckled, grabbing the bottle and popping open the tab. The bottle looked generic, but when Adam squeezed the bottle and felt the transparent liquid between his fingers, the buck could tell that it was very slick without having a sticky feeling. Giving an approving nod, Adam reached behind him until he grasped Lance's member, balancing on his left hand while using his right to squeeze a nice helping of lube onto the bison's throbbing maleness. Stroking Lance's member a few times, Adam's ears flicked with every squelch that came from the slick skin.

The bovine beneath him couldn't help but moan softly as the cold lubricant slathered his member generously, and combined with Adam's hand giving it a few pumps, it was enough to make Lance leak more precum than he had been this entire time.

Adam could feel the pre move over his hands, dribbling down onto the bison's balls as his hand worked up and down the large shaft. When he felt his work was complete, he admired the slick member curiously as he continued to touch and rub the spire. Getting on his knees, he scooted backwards until his hole was lined up with the tip of Lance's member, and he trembled when he felt just how massive Lance was as just the tip pushed against his ring. Blushing, Adam said, "You look huge, and you also feel just as large."

"Just take it slow, Adam," Lance cautioned him. "If it starts to hurt, just pull off, okay? I don't want to hurt you." The bison looked worried, but even that couldn't override the lust he was feeling for the buck on top of him.

Nodding, Adam said, "I'll take it easy, big guy." Grabbing the bottom of Lance's shaft, Adam lined himself up carefully before dropping himself down. He moaned out in pain as the member penetrated him, his inner walls closing in on the invader. Adam gritted his teeth as he lowered himself further and relaxed himself. The squelching of the lube made his member jump above Lance's abs, the shaft poking places he never imagined anyone or anything could ever reach. Stopping about a fourth of the way down, Adam's knees began to shake, and his breath began to come out in sharp pants.

"Fuck me, Lance. You are just....mmmf...hard to get used to," Adam groaned before sliding another inch inside Feeling an electric shock move through him and alleviate the pain, Adam's maleness gave another quick jump before spraying a jet of pre outward and onto the bison below.

Lance moaned softly as the buck's hole slid down over his member, sending small shivers down his legs. "Take it slow, remember? Just stay right there and get used to it, because I'd rather stop this than keep going and risk hurting you."

Taking Lance's advice, Adam waited. He could feel every pulse and movement of Lance's member inside of him, and each time Adam had to hold himself back from impaling himself on Lance's shaft. The bison was right; he needed to wait for the right moment. Composing himself, Adam felt his ring begin to get used to the sensation of being stretched open. However, he knew he was not in the clear yet, as Lance's shaft throbbed inside of him to tell him he was not even close to being hilted.

The bison panted softly and tossed his head back against the bed. "Mmf, god, you're so tight, Adam...How's it feel?" Lance asked, noticing the buck grimacing slightly and causing him to worry.

As Adam wiggled his rump a bit and got used to the push and pull of Lance's member inside of him, the buck groaned when he felt the bison's maleness poke against something that sent a jolt of ecstasy through him. When he came down from the high, Adam said, "I'm...I'm doing well, I think. You feel amazing inside of me, even though it was painful at first."

"We'll go at your pace," Lance stated, gently resting his hands on Adam's hips. "But I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, and it feels as good for you as it does for me," he smiled. The buck's constantly contracting tailhole around his cock was sending shivers throughout his body, and he resisted the temptation to help Adam along by pressing him down onto it further.

Moving his hands down towards Lance's, Adam grinned down at Lance and began to lower himself down once again. Gritting his teeth, Adam felt more of Lance's member sink into him, and he looked down to see over half of Lance's manhood gone and inside of him. The lube seemed to have worked its magic, because soon, Adam barely felt any pain, and only the euphoric bliss that shot through his veins as he continued further and further down the long shaft, only to stop with three fourths of Lance inside of him.

Adam never imagined Lance being so large, and the heat, the bison, and his own hormones were turning him into a hot and sweaty mess. His fur looked ruffled in areas, and his whole body reeked of sex. Letting out a moan when he felt Lance throb inside of him, Adam's cock jerked upward before spraying Lance's abs with another jet of pre. Lance's manhood was milking him for all he had, and they hadn't even gotten to the good part yet.

"Keep that....ah...up, and you'll have me coated with so much pre, I won't even be able to tell when you've came!" Lance chuckled between his own pants and moans. "Mmf, god, if it feels this fucking good right now, I can't even imagine what it's going to feel like when you start actually riding me!" He rest his head back against the pillow, chest heaving with each heavy intake of air, his pecs bouncing involuntarily from time to time. "Still doing okay up there?"

Watching Lance's chest heave as he too took in large gulps of air, Adam sighed in bliss, and said, "I'm doing great, Lance. It's not painful any longer. I'm going to try to take the rest of it, okay?" Wiggling his hips, as if to test the waters, Adam gave a thumbs up to the bison below him with a cheeky grin on his face. "I can't wait to feel your stud balls against my rump," Adam added in a lustful tone.The thought of the bison unloading inside of him made him want to take Lance further right then and be bred, but he knew he had to hold himself back.

Lance nodded. "And I can't wait to give you a gold star on your report card for being able to take a huge bison dick like a pro!" he grinned. "And soon, you'll be feeling those 'stud balls' slapping up against your rump repeatedly."

That last sentence was the best thing for a horny stag to hear, and Adam immediately began to sink down on Lance's manhood until he could feel the bison's hips kiss his rump, and his orbs pressed right up against his backside. "AHHH, holy...my god, you feel...urghhh...I think I might..."

Feeling his body begin to shake a bit, Adam felt himself being rocked by another climax. He bleated loudly as Lance's manhood was prodding parts of him he didn't even know could bring him such immense pleasure. The orgasm came so quick, crashing over him like a tidal wave, that he had no time to truly prep for such an earth-shattering climax. Jets of seed flew from the tip of his pride, flowing over Lance's beautifully crafted abs and chest, as well as a few jets a bit higher up, sending streaks of white through Lance's chocolate brown fur. When Adam began to wind down, he was still panting, an expression of pure bliss across his face. He never came just from being penetrated before, and his surprise was masked by his heated expression.

Lance, thankfully, closed his eyes in time, but he was still surprised to have gotten hit in the face by Adam's cum, one jet hitting him straight in his right eye, and the second splattering across his muzzle. He reached up and slowly wiped the cum off his eye before opening his eyes and rolling them. "Do try to give a guy a little more warning next time, huh, mister hair trigger?" the bison laughed, lapping the cum off his fingers slowly and seductively, giving Adam a teasing wink..

Adam nervously chuckled but fell silent whenever he felt another tremble rock his whole body. "I-I'm sorry, Lance. It's just...holy shit...." Adam started to move his hips, raising them upwards before coming slowly back down onto Lance's maleness to hear a satisfying squelching noise that signaled that he was hilted once again. "You haven't even cum once yet, and here I am cumming twice all over you. God, Lance. I need you so bad." Adam didn't care that he sounded like a slut in heat. He loved Lance with all his being. It wasn't like his old flings, where the afterglow made him talk like an affectionate lover, but the whole experience was that same level of affection.

"I don't mind at all," Lance chuckled. "So long as I get off at least once by the time we're done, you can paint my fur white with ten loads, for all I care. Besides, it's kinda hot watching you cum all over me," he blushed. "That's not weird, is it?"

Adam shook his head furiously and said, "I love it when guys cum on me, and I like cumming on guys, so please feel free to shoot whatever you want on me, whenever. I totally understand. It makes me feel all dirty and used, and it's hot." Giggling like a small child, Adam felt giddy as he slowly moved his way up Lance's manhood experimentally once again before coming back down and letting out a small grunt.

"Ahh, I could get used to this."

Lance grinned. "I'd encourage you to get very used to it, since I don't exactly plan on breaking up with you or that cute ass of yours," the huge bison winked. "Plus, on the bright side, the more we have sex, the more you'll get used to my size, and we won't have to work quite as hard for me to get inside you. So, please, do take me for a ride as much as you'd like, my handsome buck." Lance moved his hands back to Adam's hips after licking the rest of the buck's cum off his muzzle. "And, next time, see if you can get your load in my mouth, rather than in my eye, hm?" he grinned teasingly.

Adam chuckled, but not before giving the bison the most devious look he could muster, and he pulled himself nearly halfway upward before coming back down on top of Lance, his rump hitting Lance's hips, which made a slap ring throughout the room. Lance's orbs also hit his backside with a satisfying slap as well, and Adam gave a small groan when Lance's hands on his hips squeezed a bit harder.

"Mmf, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Lance smirked. "Well, in that case, I'll just lay here and let you do all the work for me!" He laughed as he put his arms behind his head, his pecs stretching tantalizingly as his biceps bulged naturally in that position. "Go ahead, Adam. Show me how much you want to be a power bottom."

When Adam saw Lance's body move so beautifully, he felt the need to tell Lance that he no longer wanted control and just wanted to be driven into the sheets by that powerful body, but as he reached forward and gripped Lance's pectorals for support, Adam began to lift himself back up once again before pushing himself back down. He moaned out into the room, his spine tingling at the sensations that shot through him like a hot fire. His cock jumped before spurting a few drops of pre, and his mind screamed at him to give it to Lance harder. His second time, he did just that, and he pushed himself down a bit harder.

Over and over, he pulled himself a bit higher upward and pushed himself downward, sweat dripping down his naked body and rolling over his flexing muscles. Reaching forward, Adam grasped Lance's right nipple in his left hand and began to pinch and fondle the nub lovingly as he rode Lance like a proper mount.

"I seem to..." Adam grunted loudly, cutting himself off when he heard another fantastic slap of Lance's hips and churning balls against his backside, "I seem to be a good cowboy when it comes to mounting my studs." Adam chuckled and slammed his hips down against Lance's before beginning to grind against his waist. "Urghh...yeah, give me everything, stud." Adam felt so disgusting saying those words, but at the same time, they put him on a high he never experienced before. It was delightful to the buck, to say the least.

After nearly ten minutes of Adam riding Lance and making the bison moan more than he had moaned in the last ten years combined, he just couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed the buck by the hips and pushed them backwards, the bison's body following, and soon Adam's back was pressed against the blankets, and a panting and lust-fueled bison was looking down into his eyes. Adam's legs were up in the air, and Lance was still balls-deep inside his boyfriend, the buck's cock throbbing and firing a wad of precum onto his own chest and abs for a change.

"Hope you don't mind, but I'm taking control now," Lance grinned, pressing his hips firmly up against Adam's as he leaned down to press his lips against the buck's.

The deer lost himself in the kiss, his dominant streak over, as he felt the bison's lips and tongue begin to plunder his mouth for everything it was worth. Everything was going smoothly in his quest for dominance, and he actually thought Lance would be content with just climaxing inside of him while being ridden, but this moment was ten times better. Adam could smell the male on male sex in the room, and he knew that the scent of the bison would be on him for quite a while after this whole affair was over. He could feel Lance's muscles press into his chest, and his whole mind started to yell in a different tone, a more breathy and lustful tone that had two words branded into his thoughts. "Submit yourself."

When the kiss was broken, Adam was a hot mess, shivering and shaking, even though Lance's fur was like a furnace that smothered whatever chill was in the air. He reached around Lance, trying to decide between clawing at his broad back or kneading Lance's flexing ass as he grinded his hips against the buck.

"Lance, please..." Adam said so very needfully. He desired nothing more than to be pushed into the sheets and taken by the stud of a man that hovered over him.

"Please, what?" Lance grinned. "Please make you a cup of tea? Please pull out and let you go to sleep? Or, perhaps, please go pick up my drycleaning? The possibilities are endless, and the suspense is just killing me." Lance's grin couldn't get any wider, and he was clearly enjoying teasing Adam.

"Goddamn it, Lance! Please fuck me!" Adam yelled nearly at the top of his lungs with a face as red as crimson, but he laughed loudly when he realized how ridiculous he sounded. He demanded to be pleasured at this moment. Lance was too hard to resist.

The bison burst out with laughter, beyond amused at Adam's reaction to his teasing. "Well, how could I possibly deny such a...loud request," he grinned, pretending to press on his ears to relieve a non-existent ringing. His grin shifted into a more seductive one before he kissed Adam softly one final time before shifting into a more stable position. "If I end up going too fast, just tell me, alright?" Lance asked as he gave a shallow buck of his hips against Adam's rump.

Giving a small groan, Adam nodded and said, "I'll squeeze your butt twice. That can be our sign." Giving it a test run, Adam gripped both of Lance's cheeks and tested the gesture. Like always, Lance's bum barely gave, and it only flexed as Lance pushed up against Adam's body.

"Sounds good to me," Lance chuckled. "Now, lay back, relax, and enjoy the ride." Without another word, Lance withdrew nearly the whole way out of Adam, leaving only the head of his roughly footlong member inside of him, before slowly sliding it the whole way back in, repeating the motion again and again, purposely taking it slow, so that he didn't go too fast and accidentally hurt Adam. Even going slow like this, Lance couldn't help but make small groans and moans as the buck's hole and slick walls within him gripped and milked his cock with each thrust.

Adam trembled and shook with each movement of Lance's hips. He could feel everything his boyfriend was giving him; every movement, pull and push, and every pulse that Lance's manhood made within him. The pain was absent, and the movement of Lance's rump on the tips of his fingers was exciting, to say the least. He was at the boiling point again, Lance's actions nearly draining him of every drop of pre he had left in his tank. He moaned as Lance's muscular body grinded up against his in the most sensual of ways possible, and the heat of the room grew to a higher and higher level, which only muddied Adam's thoughts with the sensuality of it all. Adam could smell the male sex that clouded the room, and his ears flicked with each thrust as Lance pushed into him.

It didn't take long at all before Adam's hole had begun to push all of the right buttons within Lance, the once considerate and caring thrusts turning into harder and more powerful thrusts, his balls slapping up against Adam's rear with even more fervor than before. His grunts and moans intensified the longer their mating went on, and the sounds he was making, the closer he got to climax, sounded almost primal. Lance slid back onto his knees and kept rutting into Adam harder and harder, the buck laying down the length of the bison's thighs and on the bed.

Adam gripped Lance's backside hard as he was being claimed, his teeth grinding together hard as the bison pummeled him over and over. The rut felt like it was lasting forever. The high the buck ran on, combined with the adrenaline that was coursing through his veins, only made Adam feel as if he was floating on a cloud. Of course, if the cloud was a sex machine. Adam's member throbbed, on the edge again, his balls pulling close to his body as Lance's own orbs hit his backside over and over. Electric shocks began to move through his body once again, ravaging his sensitive nerve endings like a white-hot bolt of lightning.

"I'm...I'm getting close again, Lance!" Adam said as he watched his boyfriend's chest heave, the bison's hugely muscular body flexing like the powerhouse it was. Adam's tongue lolled out of his mouth, the tip tasting the thick musk in the air. His nose inhaled the strong, masculine scent of his lover once again, Adam feeding off his musk.

"Oh, yeah, keep going like that, stud. Breed me...yes....yes....AHHH," Adam bellowed out as he bleated loudly for a third time and sprayed his chest with his seed. Pearly white jets flew from the tip and coated him, Lance's thrusts only milking more out of him as jet after jet of his essence splattered over his chest and abs. Every nerve ending sent euphoric signals to Adam's brain, and his mind drank down the chemical mixture blissfully. Adam shook, his body clenching and tightening naturally around the invader inside of him as he quivered through the orgasm that blasted through him.

The tightening of Adam's hole around his cock triggered something within Lance, and a few rough thrusts later, Lance bellowed at the top of his lungs, actually managing to rattle the picture frames on the walls, as he unloaded an absolutely massive torrent of hot, potent bison cum deep within his boyfriend's tailhole. Even as he came, Lance kept thrusting with small, shallow thrusts, as if using Adam's entire body to milk himself of every last drop of his seed. Nearly a full minute of this later, Lance slumped forwards onto Adam, breathing heavily and dripping sweat onto his boyfriend while his muzzle was a matter of a few inches from the buck's.

Adam could feel the heat inside of him and every throb and pulse of Lance's manhood. It was a blissful moment between the two, and Adam didn't want to move. Lance's breath tickled his cheek, and the buck leaned forward, nuzzling against Lance's lips with his own. The afterglow felt more satisfying than the first one, and the buck shifted slightly to feel Lance's hips flush against his rump. He smiled and said, "I like it when you are a bit rougher, and when you bellowed. That was fantastic, Lance."

"H-heh," Lance blushed, "I don't know where that sound came from, but I'm glad you liked it. Holy crap...don't think I've ever came that hard before," the bison said breathlessly. "You either have a magic ass, or I was just that pent up from not having real sex for a damn long time. Probably the former, though the latter might play a role too," he grinned.

Adam chuckled and leaned forward to kiss the bison softly on the lips before saying, "It's going to be way harder concentrating when working out with you, especially if you wear those tight shorts and muscle shirt. I may just jump you in the locker room." Adam smirked at Lance's face before giving his backside a playful squeeze. "I can tell you that I am totally sated...for now. I am glad I got the sample of beef I needed for today. It felt amazing."

Lance kissed Adam softly while chuckling at the same time. "If no one walks in on us, I might just let you do that," he winked. "I'm pretty sated myself, though give me thirty minutes, and I could probably go again, if you needed me to. Totally wouldn't turn you down either, since that was easily the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had."

Giving a smile, Adam nuzzled close and said, "I think I am really spent, but man I want another ride like that some other time. If I am feeling the urge, I will definitely let you know. Have I told you my fetish with football players? I think we both would look good in some padding and jockstraps." Sticking out his tongue, Adam wiggled his rump, feeling the bison's seed slosh around inside of him. Falling still once again, the buck gave a blush as he felt a tiny bit of the bison's climax leak out over his exposed rump, and said, "Whoa, you really did a number on me. I didn't realize you came so hard...I thought you were just exaggerating." Looking over at Lance's confused expression, Adam quickly added, "No offense, of course! I've never gone all the way with a bovine before, and I heard rumors of how hard they climaxed."

Now it was Lance's turn to blush. "H-hey, it goes hand in hand with the whole big cock and balls thing, so of course I'd be able to produce a lot. Though I think I may have produced way more than I normally do, because I've never been quite as aroused as I was when we were mating just now." He paused and grinned at some unspoken thought. "Shame we're not canids, or else I'd make a joke about how, now that I've came inside of you and you've painted me with your own seed, that we've marked each other as mates."

Adam smirked and said, "Well, if you want to roleplay sometime, I wouldn't mind calling you Alpha." Giving a small giggle, Adam continued, "You can always stuff me with a dildo that has a knot on it, if you want that full effect. However, I do prefer a good bovine that acts all shy and sweet but is a demon in the sheets, rather than just some stupid knot." Leaning forward, Adam had a sparkle in his eye as he nuzzled against Lance's neck.

"I love you, Lance. I love your body, your mind, and most of all, you. I would do almost anything to make sure you are pleasured." Moving his hands off of Lance's toned backside, Adam brought them up to the bison's face and began to stroke it affectionately. "Again, though, ALMOST anything. Don't you dare piss on me," Adam joked., "The idea is hot, but I would prefer getting covered in your cum."

The bison grimaced. "Ew, yeah, you've got nothing to worry about in that department. That stuff is revolting." After a brief pause, his lips shifted into a smile. "I love you too, Adam. You've made me happier than I've been in a long time, and I want to spend every hour I can with you." He nuzzled into Adam's hands softly. "And I'd hardly call me a demon in bed. I doubt a demon would be worried about painting your fur white with cum as much as he'd be wanting to stab you with his little cartoony pitchfork," he smirked, playfully kissing Adam's nose.

Adam chuckled, his body still coming down from the afterglow, and thus making the kiss feel ten times better. "I think there would be a different type of poking device you would be using...and it wouldn't be your horns, so don't say that!" Adam laughed as he nuzzled against the bison's neck affectionately. He was feeling extra lovey-dovey with the afterglow still keeping him in a state of bliss.

Lance slowly drew his hips back and slid his softening member out of Adam, laying down next to him and holding the buck to his chest as his cum leaked out of Adam's rear. "I'd definitely be using a different kind of horn to be poking you, and oddly enough, I don't think you'd complain," Lance smiled, looking into Adam's eyes. "I'll have to go harder on you next time, so that I can earn the title of Demon in the Sheets. Hope you don't have to walk much the next day, though!"

Adam did not have to feign surprise at the comment as he adjusted himself in Lance's grasp. "What do you mean go harder? I thought the last bit was pretty hard, but damn, I didn't know I fell for a guy who likes it even rougher in the sheets." Moving close to Lance's chest, Adam gave a content sigh as he laid close to the mound of muscle. It was comfortable, like always, and Adam yawned audibly as he snuggled close. He could feel the bison's climax slowly starting to trickle over his balls, and he shivered as the warm seed moved down his body.

"I could go harder, but I won't, unless you want me to. I liked the pace I started out at, because it was nice and slow and sensual. The harder part was...well, that was me trying to get off, because the slower pace was getting me close, but not enough to push me over the edge, if that makes sense," Lance explained, wrapping his arms around Adam just a little more tightly.

"Well, the harder part definitely worked to get me off, too," Adam mentioned as he reached down to kneed Lance's orbs. He could feel the weight of them flop over his right palm, and he chuckled before continuing, "These bad boys had a lot in them, and I liked when you pushed yourself over the edge. It made me feel good knowing that I was the one pushing you towards your big finish." The bellow still ringing in his ears, Adam felt his arousal begin to return once again. Although it was stiff, and the throbbing hurt at first, the buck closed his eyes as he imagined the bison rutting him once again.

Lance smiled. "I'm glad you get so much pleasure out of just giving me pleasure. I promise I won't be a selfish lover, howev--Are you getting hard again?" the bison asked, surprised, as he felt a stiffness poking him in his leg.

Nervously shuffling a bit but still having a bit of confidence about him, Adam answered, "Yes, sorry, but thinking about you and your voice before you climaxed kind of...turned me on." Adam shrugged before continuing to fondle Lance's balls in a playful manner.

"Well...we do have all night to enjoy each other, before you have to go off to work in the morning," Lance grinned, playfully trailing a finger up Adam's chest. "Otherwise, we can pop in a movie, make some popcorn, and go to bed early like a nerdy, elderly couple."

Adam shrugged and said, "I'm okay with both. We could do it during the movie, but then it would be hard to watch a movie. If we do option number two, do you mind if I would use your shower? I can still feel myself leaking..." Chuckling when he moved his legs and heard a squelching sound, Adam smirked up at Lance.

"Actually...Let's just both hop in the shower," Lance smiled. "I love you and your scent, but I totally forgot that you made my fur all kinds of crusty by cumming on me so much. It's just down the hall."

Nodding, Adam chuckled as he got up off of Lance and into a kneeling position. He could feel Lance's climax start to run out of his body, but luckily he was tight enough to keep a good portion of it inside. Walking down the hall, Adam was a hot mess. With every step, he made a sound that was like a nice helping of lube being rubbed together by two hands. He figured the bathroom was the room with the door ajar, so he walked inside.

The bathroom was very modern with a blue and white tile pattern that lined the floor. A clean-looking sink with a toothbrush and toothpaste was nearby, and each of those was set nicely in a metal holder. Blue towels hung on the door to the shower, which was large enough to fit at least three people comfortably. The shower nozzle was a grey metallic color, and it seemed that it was hooked appropriately so it could be pulled off of the holder and sprayed where the wielder wished. The backdrop for the shower was a nice chocolate-looking marble that seemed to glimmer in the light as the buck walked forward.

"What do you think?" Lance asked as he walked in behind Adam. "Wait, that was a silly question. You've already been in this bathroom." He chuckled as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, just not many people get to see the inside of my home, so I like showing it off."

Turning around, Adam smiled and said, "It looks lovely, even for the tenth time I've seen it. Now, we better hurry and take a shower, because I don't know how much longer I can hold onto the lake you came into me." Grabbing Lance's hand, Adam began to lead the massive beast towards the shower. "Come on, big guy. We got a date with your shampoo and body wash! I've always wondered what makes you smell like a tree."

Lance opened the clean, sliding-glass door to the shower and turned on the nozzle, waiting for the water to get nice and warm before stepping in and helping Adam in behind him. He handed Adam a bottle of "Nature's Bounty" body wash, which upon Adam opening the cap and sniffing it, he could tell that was exactly why the bison always smelled like a forest and freshly-cut wood. "Now you know my secret," Lance laughed. "And my shampoo is from the same company, so hopefully you like the scent!"

Adam's body instantly reacted, and he jumped as the water flowed over his form. As the water cascaded over his body, he started to feel clean inside as well as outside. It was as if the water cleaned his mind as well as his body. Turning the shampoo bottle upside down, Adam gave the bottle a squeeze over his right hand and onto the palm. Rubbing his hands together, Adam felt the shampoo start to lather his hands, and he held them up to Lance with a menacing grin, wiggling his fingers as he walked closer to the bison.

"Need me to get your back?" Adam asked innocently, water flowing down the back of his head, and plinking off his antlers.

"You got cum on my chest, not my back, but I suppose I might as well wash up entirely, since I did get all sweaty and worked up in there. Which reminds me, I'll have to change my sheets now," Lance grinned.

Stepping around to the bison's front, Adam chuckled as he reached forward and began to lather up the bison's thickly-furred chest and more lightly-furred stomach, feeling the muscles beneath his palms once again. He never could get enough of Lance's beautiful body. "Ahh, sorry about that. I can help you wash them, if you need me to." Making a bit of a disgusted face as his hand moved across a large, wet pool of his own splooge, Adam giggled when he imagined how the sheets would look right about now. He could already feel the cum start to leak from his rear as he shifted, and in bed, the leakage must have been even worse.

"Nah, it'll be fine. I've got a pretty big washer and drier, so I'll just throw everything in there. That said, it's surprisingly hard to get my scent out of bed sheets and clothing. No idea why," Lance shrugged, grinning. "Guess even clothes can't resist me, which is funny, since I'm in the business of taking them off and tossing them aside."

"I kind of like rolling around in your scent. You do have a nice, natural smell to you. However, this soap does smell great. You have good taste," Adam commented with a smile as he washed lower, his hands grazing over Lance's hips. "I wouldn't mind if you just stopped wearing clothes altogether, but I guess it would be horrifying to your neighbors." Laughing, Adam remembered the neighbors that Lance mentioned when they were out in the workshop. It would be interesting to them to see a musclebound hunk walking around naked and doing various chores casually, that's for sure.

Lance smiled and gently raised Adam's chin, pressing his lips to the buck's softly for just a moment before smiling once more and allowing his chin to drop back into place. "You can have as many tastes of me and all of my flavors as much as you want. I'm yours, just as you are mine. No matter how many guys' laps I dance on on a given night, you can be assured that I will always be thinking of you and how much I want to go home to you at the end of my shift."

Although Adam heard the statement before, his heart fluttered from hearing how much Lance cared about him. He had to admit, he was jealous about the fact that Lance danced for strangers for cash, but hearing the bison tell him that he will be loyal was amazing, especially since Adam had not been the most loyal in his past.

"L-Lance, I...that's awfully kind of you to..." Adam stuttered out as he tried to find the right words. No guy had confessed their affection to him like Lance had just now. He actually felt some tears forming in the corners of his eyes. The fact that Lance accepted him for his faults, mistakes, and issues was overwhelming to the buck, and he was finding it hard to tell Lance how much he meant to him.

Lance's eyes looked uncertain, and he was looking at some spot on the shower behind Adam. "Be honest with me, Adam..." the bison began, looking a little nervous, "Does it bother you that I'm....well, that I'm a dancer at a strip club? That I show off my body for money, and that I do private dances that tend to get pretty heated? Because, if you are...."

"NO, no..." Adam interrupted, the first word louder than the next. He was lying about his jealousy he felt, but he loved Lance more than anything. "If it makes you happy, then please, continue with it. I know you love me, and I know you won't betray me. It's my own past that is making me feel guilty. I've been so wishy washy with settling down that this whole relationship thing feels strange to me. I love it, and don't get me wrong, I love you, but these are new waters I've never really navigated before. For some reason, it feels strange."

"Strange how?" Lance asked, his eyes drifting back to Adam's. "I mean, is there something else you'd like me to do, something about me you'd want to change? I want to make this work, and if there's anything about your past relationships that might help me not make the same mistakes they did, then I want to know."

"I don't want you to change. None of them were bad, but I feel I am just so unfamiliar with a true relationship that I don't want to mess this up. I really love you, Lance, and I want you to be happy," Adam said as he wrapped his arms around Lance's waist. He pulled the bison as close as he could, trying to communicate to Lance that he was happy, but just discussing concerns about his own past behavior. "You know my past, Lance, and how many one-night stands I've had, but I want you to know that I will always be by your side."

Lance nodded slowly. "I understand that. In the interest of fairness, since you're okay with me continuing to do what I do on a nightly basis to other males, I suppose it would be fair to offer you the option of sleeping with other males, as well as myself, so that, perhaps, this won't feel quite so weird to you, being more or less monogamous. Is that something you would want?"

Shaking his head, Adam said, "No, I don't want that. I just want you, and that's it. I can get used to this. It's not too much of a difference. I just don't want you to feel like a bag of meat, and that's it. You are special to me, Lance, and I...I do not think I can bed another male and betray your trust. The only thing I ask is that you are safe. It seems the most risque stuff you do with other males is just let them touch your junk. I can't be too overprotective."

"I am always safe," Lance stated. "Besides, it's against club policy to have sex with patrons on club grounds. That said...well, in the interest of full disclosure, there were a few...lonely nights...where I may have taken a guy home with me. It was really hard on me, being so adored, yet being so painfully single. Of course, I wouldn't do that ever again, now that I'm with you, unless you really wanted me to, or something." The bison's lips curved into a small, mischievous smirk that, while clearly joking, there was also a hint of genuine curiosity as to what Adam thought about such a proposition.

Giving a bit of a chuckle, Adam said, "Well...I guess if you have a friend, and it won't be awkward, then I wouldn't be against adding a third person, BUT I understand that lonely feeling. Most of my flings were because of my loneliness." Starting to move his hands again, Adam began to concentrate on the bison's backside, feeling the cheeks flex and bounce underneath his touch. He imagined someone else touching Lance besides him, leaning the bison over and licking, feeling, and caressing places he had been so close to. The thought turned him on so much, his arousal began to perk up once again.

"It's not something we have to do. Just a passing thought," Lance replied, looking down at Adam and noticing the growing arousal, causing him to smirk. "Is that idea really that hot for you?" He laughed, playfully prodding the buck's growing pride.

Adam straightened up at the bison's touches and blushed, saying, "Maybe. I kind of like the idea of someone watching too. Kind of a dark little secret of mine. Participating, though, now that would be nice. What if he was more dominant than you, though? I don't know about you, but seeing you bent over would be...wow." Adam imagined Lance with his legs spread and his chest right up on the sheets, wiggling his rump without shame.

Lance grinned. "I'm no stranger to having things up my ass, though only ever toys, so that much would be a new experience. Anyway, just to clarify, you're totally cool with me continuing to work at the Foxhole? Be completely honest with me. I don't want there to be any secrets, especially not this early in our relationship."

"Yes, I'm totally cool with you working at the Foxhole. Just, please, be safe, and if you do bring home any strangers, run them past me, okay? I don't want to walk in seeing you banging some random dude. If we do let in another person, we should make sure he knows us at least a little bit," Adam chuckled as he squirted another glob of shampoo on his hand and began to lather the bison's legs,and thighs up.

"Oh, that won't be a problem," Lance laughed. "That was just a test anyway, and you passed with flying colors, my little buck." His lips curved into a grin. "I've never taken patrons home with me, and I've got no interests in any males who aren't you. I just wanted to make sure, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my chosen profession wouldn't be a problem or cause any jealousy within our relationship. I want to be with you, and only you," the huge bison smiled down at Adam, jumping slightly in surprise as the buck's fingers grazed his balls.

Feeling across the orbs, Adam then tightened his grip slightly, making Lance tense up. "I should punish you for that, you know. I don't want to be looked at like some sort of slut for wanting to see you bent over and taking it from another man. However..." Adam started to loosen his grip and kneaded them softly instead. "I can understand your concern about trying to figure me out." Giving Lance's balls another threatening squeeze, Adam then pulled them slightly downward, adding a bit of a pressure, "Just don't do that again."

"H-hey, ease up on the goods!" Lance protested. "I won't do it again! I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page, since I've seen jealousy rip apart relationships in the past, and I didn't want that to be something that would come between us. I know it'll be weird seeing your boyfriend on display on a stage, and I get that, but that's how I can even afford to live here. Even if I sold stuff that I made in my workshop, it still wouldn't be enough to pay for this house, so dancing is what I'll keep doing. Not that I mind, because I love doing it, but still, I can understand if you'd be embarrassed showing me off to people and having to tell them that I'm a stripper at a gay club, not some astrophysicist."

"Nah, if people care, then it's their issue, not ours. Plus, I kind of like what you've made for yourself," Adam said as he lessened his grip and began to fondle and cup Lance's balls affectionately. He thought about his own apartment and what Lance would think about its small, cramped hallways and rooms. In due time, Adam would have to end up showing Lance his own apartment. The good news was that Lance was not that hard to please, it seemed.

He began to lather Lance's member and orbs in soap, making sure that everything was covered. "I kind of want to dance for you sometime. I feel you could teach me the ropes. I find it really hot whenever a guy shakes and moves his body without a care of what everyone thinks."

"Then you found yourself one hell of a boyfriend, Adam," Lance laughed, making a small, pleasured noise as Adam soaped up his cock and balls, stiffness beginning to return to the previously flaccid member. "I'd totally teach you how to dance. Could be pretty hot to have you dance for me before we have sex next," he winked.

Adam made what sounded between a purr and a rumble as he watched Lance's pride start to come back to life once again. He grinned, beginning to stroke the shampoo into Lance's shaft, making sure to hit every spot. Standing as tall as he could on his hooves, Adam gave Lance a kiss on the lips before saying, "I would love to see how turned on you get before I give you a lap dance you would never forget, Midwest Manhunter. I would probably be right in your sights for your...six shooter." Adam said the last sentence with a large amount of breath behind it as his desires began to rise in him once again.

Lance made a soft moan and rested his back against the cold marble of the shower walls. "My dancer name sounds so much sillier coming from you," he chuckled. "And I'm pretty sure the monster in your hands is more of a gatling gun, rather than a six shooter. I could maybe settle for shotgun, but a pistol is just underselling it." The bison laughed at his own joke, his abs contracting above Adam's hands and giving him a show inadvertently.

Adam giggled, his left hand moving up over Lance's abs and pectorals before finding a nipple. He leaned forward, giving the nub a lick and biting down onto it gently. Licking up Lance's neck and getting a mouthful of water, Adam awkwardly spat out the water with a stupid smile on his face and kissed Lance passionately on the lips. Adam could feel their tongues intertwine, and in response, began to grind against Lance's body. Adam began to hop against Lance's body, as if trying to climb up the mound of muscle and wrap his legs around the bison's back.

In response, while still kissing one another, Lance grabbed the bottom of Adam's rear and hoisted the buck upward before stepping away from the wall. Adam was groaning into the kiss and could feel Lance's pulsating member just inches away from his pucker. His tail lifted subconsciously, as if begging Lance to penetrate him already. When Lance broke the kiss, he began to pelt Adam with small pecks to the deer's neck, licking up the sensitive skin seductively before pushing Adam against the marble wall of the shower, right where Lance was moments before. Adam couldn't move, and he didn't want to, his body stuck in between the wall and the behemoth who was laying claim to him once more.

Although how they got together had been rocky, Adam finally had the satisfaction of being with the man of he wanted most of all. He was finally with the person he craved the most, and he became wiser in the process. His heart was at peace, and his mind was at ease as Lance pushed himself into him, solidifying the bond between the two of them. Jericho was forgotten, Adam's mind completely over that hump, and the endless nights at the Lounge seemed so long ago. Dasher and Garl were no longer bothering him, and everything seemed so perfect. Adam moaned as Lance continued to pleasure his mate, their bodies smacking together underneath the steady stream of water streaming out of shower head. With Lance, Adam felt he belonged somewhere, and that was what he had been looking for for his entire life. He belonged right here, in the arms of this large, musclebound, nerdy bison dancer who had retrieved his goggles for him off the bottom of the pool all those weeks ago, and Adam couldn't have been happier to finally have the boyfriend of his dreams, the man who would hold him tight and never let go...except maybe to dance for him.