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Finnick bit back another moan, easier said than done against the soft, fat soles slicking up and down his shaft. The motions were slow and teasing, ensuring that each of the fennec's inches were caressed by the large pair of footpaws. The paws in question belonged to Gideon Grey, chuckling to himself as he sat on his couch. Below him on his plush living room carpet was the wincing fennec, clearly trying to keep up his tough guy demeanor. The southern vulpine rolled his eyes as he leaned further into his faded couch. He and Finnick had been doing this for so long, the bigger fox could easily see through him.

"You're not tryna pretend I'm a girl again, are ya?" Gideon snickered, bouncing his feet against his friend-with-benefits' hard length.

"N-no," Finnick huffed, averting his gaze. "Just shut up, I'm trying to concentrate."

"But I'm doing all the work here," the bigger vulpine countered, ending his statement by pressing his feet together, putting added pressure on Finnick's dick while he eased them down and back up.

Picking up where he left off, Gideon continued to wear a smug grin while he used his feet to tease the other fox. Keeping his motions at a steady pace, his footpaws continued to slide up and down as one, giving another squeeze to the fennec's tip before coming back down.

"How's this?" Gideon asked, continuing his motions. It became automatic to him, allowing to instead focus on the looks of pleasure that flashed across Finnick's face. They never lasted long but it was enough to fuel Gideon's own ego.

"Y-you already know the answer to that," Finnick huffed, flicking his ears in annoyance.

"Yeah, I know..." the heavyset vulpine followed his words up with another press of his soles together, this time against Finnick's thick knot. Putting more pressure than usual and for longer, the fennec finally caved, a deep grunt being heard straight from his chest. "...But I wanna hear you say it."

"Fuck, fine... I like your-"

Already hearing enough, Gideon changed the actions of his feet, separating them. His left remained, now pressing down on Finnick's cock, rubbing his sole and wiggling toes up and down the warm shaft. But his right foot rose higher. Teasing his fuckbuddy, the southern predator combed the dulled claws of his footpaw through Finnick's silky fur, higher and higher until he reached the fennec's chest.

Flexing and arching his sole, Gideon rubbed his footpaw against Finnick's chest. It started slow at first, the pads of his paw stroked up and down while his claws combed through the soft pelt.

Now, Finnick couldn't hold back the grunts of satisfaction that rose in his throat. Giving into the sensations, the fennec laid back under the large foot, making low growls of satisfaction. In two ways his body was stimulated; high and low, Gideon's feet pressed and rubbed against his friend's cock and chest, keeping the motions light and steady for now.

Looking down at it all, Gideon tilted his head, resting it against the palm of his head. Knowing that he could make the usually rough and tough fox melt with just his feet certainly brought a feeling of pride. He kept his ears turned forward, picking up every deep noise that came from the small vulpine under him.

"Good to hear you making those noises," Gideon smirked.

"..."

"It's alright, Finn. Just let ol' Gid take care of ya."

While his right foot continued to pet and stroke at Finnick's chest, Gideon focused his attention on his left. Instead of the slow, steady back and forth, the chubby vulpine quickly changed his pace and actions. Increasing the pressure on the rigid length under his sole, Gideon quickly dragged his foot upwards, tilting to the right a bit. Dragging his foot back down, he titled to the left. Soon a brand new rhythm was formed. And between the 'ups' and 'downs,' Gideon made sure his toes pressed and flexed against Finnick's tip, shaft, and especially against that thick knot.

There was a sudden warmth against his sole, catching Gideon off guard at first but he soon figured out what it was and smirked.

"Getting close?"

"Mmph...Grrr... N-no I'm not..."

"Good, cause I'm just gettin' started."

Despite the harsh tone in Finnick's voice, Gideon's smirk only grew wider. It was clear from the precum that now coated the bottom of his paw... But there was something else, something new this time. Against the rubbing of his sole, was the slight arching of the fennec's pelvis. It was subtle but Gideon could feel it alright. The fennec was clever enough to do in time with the stroking of the blogger fox's footpaw, but he was surly humping against those large, soft pads and clenching toes.

The focus soon came back to Gideon's other foot, the one that now slightly matted the fur of Finnick's chest with the bit of sweat. In a quick motion, that foot was lifted even higher. This was done purely to fuel the larger vulpine's satisfaction. He could help but snicker as his fat toes were suddenly curling against Finnick's muzzle.

It was expected for the aggressive vulpine to snarl, bat his foot away, and call it quits. And that was about to be the case; until Finnick's nostrils flared. He didn't know why but the moment the scent touched the depths of his nose, he instantly melted. Before he knew it, the fennec was pressing his lips against the heavy paw. He was met with more of those beads of sweat that coated the sole in a thin sheen. Finnick had no idea why but the small flavors that touched his tongue were more than a little appealing.

Now the one caught off guard against the small presses and licks against his foot, Gideon's breath hitched against the shiver running through him. But he found the feeling rather pleasant, light and tingling as it raced up his leg. Collecting himself, the chubby vulpine let the lickings continue, his toes curling against the foreign feeling of a tongue streaking against the pads of his foot.

Underneath the foot that easily covered his entire face, Finnick made a plethora of sounds as he continued to slowly lick at the wide sole and the toes that ended it. Pleasure radiated through him, not only from the other foot pressing against his flexing cock, but from the self-serving satisfaction that came as his tongue collected the tangy sweat and oils of Gideon's paw...

This continued for a while; Gideon made himself nice and comfortable while one foot was worshipped and his other picked up the pace against Finnick's length, becoming just as wet as the other. Instead of a layer of spit from licking, Gideon's left foot was instead wet with a layer of warm, slippery precum. That aided them both, giving a lube of sorts to make it easier for Gideon to press and stroke his sole from the tiny fox's tip to his now flexing pulsing knot.

"F-fuck... H-hey, ease up..." The words were slightly muffled on Finnick's end but Gideon heard it and acted accordingly.

Doing as he was told, Gideon lowered his right foot from Finnick's face and lifted his right foot from the fennec's lower region. Instead he tapped that one against the carpet, the rhythmic thump soon became the only sound other than Finnick's heavy breathing, telling Gideon all he needed to know.

"We can take a little break if-"

"Just give me a minute, damn!" Finnick cut off, baring his fangs.

Once again, the small fox avoided looking his fellow fox in the eyes. He couldn't deny that Gideon was doing a good job, that certainly wasn't the problem here. The root of the issue was something rather petty, even to Finnick himself; he wasn't the one in control here. Despite being the one who asked for a footjob, the fennec was soon pinned underneath the bigger fox, worshipping him. But once the building pressure of his orgasm came creeping, Finnick seemed to snap out of the trance the bigger vulpine's paws put in him.

Rising up to his paws, Finnick huffed through his nose and looked the bigger vulpine in the eyes. There was still a slight tingle in his cock, but the sensation only fueled him as he walked up to his friend, approaching the couch. Another deep grunt was heard as he hopped and climbed onto the soft cushion, soon standing next to the sitting vulpine.

No words were exchanged between them, Finnick simply mimicked Gideon's own positioning, sitting back on the plush couch. Having the eyes of the bigger fox on him, the fennec pointed between his legs before snapping his fingers. Another smirk spread on Gideon's muzzle, understanding immediately. With a hefty grunt of his own, the burly vulpine lifted himself from the couch. Turning himself around, Gideon was looming over the smaller vulpine before he eased onto the couch again, resting his on his bent knees as Finnick wormed his way underneath him.

"Guess you want the usual, huh?" Gideon asked, already feeling something warm poking underneath his tail.

"You sure you can handle it this time?"

Gideon just smirked, "Pretty sure." To end off, the chubby fox took it upon himself to surge his lower half down. Rather easily, the tapered tip of Finnick's cock slipped into his tailhole, immediately being squeezed by the strong muscles within.

"H-holy shit! G-Gideon..!" In an instant, the air in Finnick's lungs was punched out of him by the other fox's weight thumping down on his tiny body. It wasn't helped by Gideon getting right to work, bouncing himself back up the shaft his ass easily swallowed up.

"Shhh... Don't talk. Just let ol' Gid take care of it.'' With the repetition of his words came another curling smirk. Not a second later came another drop to his backside, stuffing every inch of Finnick, save for the knot, inside of him.

Heavy grunts came from both vulpines, both from the pleasure and effort that went into their session. A slight blush burned underneath Gideon's red fur against the widening of his sensitive passage. Despite being hardly two feet tall, Finnick proved to be huge where it counted most. As his ass adjusted to the girth now taking up space within, Gideon was allowed to pick up the pace of his bouncing. He couldn't help but let out a small moan the second the sweet spot within him was prodded by Finnick's cock.

That was enough to make his own sheath stirr and swell against the expanding crimson rod making an appearance. In time with his racing heartbeat, Gideon's cock grew longer and harder. Underneath him, Finnick grimaced as the hard thing thumped against his chest everytime Gideon shoved himself downwards. Against his chest, the thick rod was already heavily spurting precum against the soft fur of his chest. Another groan came from the pinned fennec as the fluid made his fur heavy and warmer than usual, to add insult to injury, he could feel the thick stuff seeping into his pelt, nearing the skin underneath.

Gideon could only chuckle at seeing his friend's look of distress. "Sorry, couldn't help it. Feels real nice inside of me, ya know?"

"That's all well and good but can you try not to crush me every time you go down?" Finnick wheezed as another downwards bounce came. Alongside the surge of pleasure to his cock also came the dreadful idea of being crushed by the heavy fox riding him.

"It'd be much easier if I wasn't doin' all the work myself."

Getting the point, Finnick huffed and gripped Gideon's lower thighs, using them as leverage while he gave an upwards buck in time with another press of the chubby fox's ass. Vulpines big and small, the two of them pounded against each other. Finnick shoved every inch of his shaft deep within Gideon's ass, while the chubby fox withim met those thrusts with a downwards bounce. Working together, the two of them were given added pleasure as Finnick's cock speared deeper within Gideon's ass than before. Alongside that, the hefty vulpine's ass was stretched deep and wide.

As the seconds turned into minutes, the pleasure between the foxes steadily built, growing stronger and stronger. Eventually, Finnick forgot the weight that would come pressing down on him. Instead, the fennec busied himself with keeping himself going as long as he could. Every thrust upwards shoved his cock against the warmth and tightness. Those sensations were what now made his breathing stall, joined by a series of shudders.

It seemed that the tables were turning on Gideon; the previously smug vulpine was now a series of whimpers and winces against the repeated bashes that would struck his prostate with nearly no letup. The fox underneath gave a series of deep growls as he thrust his pelvis even faster and harder. For a moment, the fox on the receiving end thought one of his bunny pals was the one underneath. But those growls were there to make it loud and clear that Finnick was the one behind them, establishing himself over the larger male.

With each of those thrusts there came another spurt of precum that first clung to the soft walls of Gideon's ass before being forced out by his bounces. The hot fluids dripped down his balls before leaking onto the fur of the fox it came from. At this point, Finnick's pelt was matted and streaked in various areas, but the fennec had long since brushed the state of his fur off, instead focusing on achieving his own pleasure.

"Nothing to say now, huh?" Finnick said, chuckling at the flustered look on his friend's face.

"Nngh! K-keeping going... How's that..?"

Showing that he couldn't be easily beat out, Gideon increased the pace out his bounces, flexing the muscles that lied underneath his fluff. Daring to outpace the fox under him, Gideon gripped the back of his couch and slammed himself up and down, making sure to press himself down with extra force.

"Wait- AAH! S-SHIT!!" In an instant, the tiny fox's cock and even his knot were forced inside of the hot, clenching passage. Just as fast came a hard tug, forcing his pulsing knot and shaft back out. Words couldn't form from the mind-melted fennec's muzzle. Even bounce and up and down consumed every inch he had deep inside the heavy vulpine. Hot, slick, and clenching down on him hard, Finnick's body became desperate for release and his own willpower did nothing to hold it back.

Much to Gideon's surprise, he could feel the squishy, wet ropes of cum being pumped deep inside of his ass. It was much more than he expected, a nearly unending flood of hot, gooey fluid flowing within him. Quickly, the free space within Gideon's guts was filled, leaving the seed that came forth with no choice but to spurt and leak from his stretched rim.

"Aah... D-damn, Finn. Y-you're cumming so much... Oh, I think it's making me..!" Before he could finish, Gideon grit his fangs and snorted through his nostrils.

Against the panting fennec's chest, Gideon's cock gave a few spasms before jets of fox cum gushed from the pointed tip without being touched. Finnick, still pinned underneath the male he was knotting, could only groan in discomfort as streaks of pearlescent spunk landed heavy and sticky against his face and upper neck. The fur of his muzzle soon became glazed in thick fox cum. Thin strings broke off and oozed into his mouth while it hung open from his shock.

It only got worse in Finnick's eyes as the heavy fox collapsed on top of him, shivering against the fullness deep within him. But it didn't last as a series of taps were felt against his inner thigh. The southern vulpine looked down to see the fennec wheezing, his eyes looking as if they would pop out. As quickly as he could, Gideon eased himself up, biting his lips and whimpering once more as the hefty knot popped from his ass, quickly followed by a rushing ooze of fennec cum.

"Sorry.... Might have overdone it," Gideon chuckled.

"Y-yeah, whatever," Finnick huffed, groaning as he dragged the back of his paw against his muzzle. The seed clinging to his face only smeared onto his paw, leaving thin ropes between the two of them. Gideon just chuckled and stepped off the couch, getting on his knees once again. He took hold of the fennec and pulled him close.

Much to Finnick's shock, there was a warm, hot tongue dragging against his face, only adding more heat and wetness to his pelt. But steadily, the thick seed was eased, clinging to Gideon's tongue instead of his muzzle. The pleasured sounds that came from the country fox was a clear enough sign that he was happy to do it.

When his face was all clean, Finnick muttered a thanks and got up before hopping from the couch. He sought out his shirt and pants that were tossed onto the carpet. While he put them on, Gideon sat down on the couch properly, a satisfied look on his face. He watched his tiny friend get dressed, his ears flicking against the hushed mutters that came from the fennec.

"Two days from now, huh?" Gideon called as the small mammal neared his front door.

Finnick stopped at the open door, slowly looking behind him. "...Yeah." Those were the only words spoken before he left the bigger fox's cozy abode, leaving Gideon to chuckle to himself.