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After a long hard day of being stuck pencil pushing in a cubicle with the occasional break to be yelled at by his boss, Marco wanted nothing more than to get home, burn his tie, and pass out forever on his nice, comfy couch. Walking in to find his friend naked on said couch with his fingers up his arse definitely threw a wrench in that plan.

"Oliver...the fuck are you doing?"

The intruder lifted his head and, still going to town with his fingers, said, "Hey, Marcy, you're home early."

The racoon took a deep breath. He was too tired to yell so, instead, simply asked, "How did you get in?"

"You gave me a key, duh" the brown hare answered.

"And then I took it back after a year of you coming in whenever you wanted to eat all my food."

"The free wi-fi was pretty sweet, too," Oliver giggled. "But, yeah, I snatched your spare the last time I came over. I like to come in every now again, you know, for the internet, but I always leave before you get home. Why're you back so early, anyway?"

"It's not early. If anything, I'm back late."

"Really?" Oliver reached over for his phone on the nearby coffee table to check the time. "Wow, it's that late already? Ha, my bad. I got super into watching porn on this thing earlier and must have lost track of the time. Whoopsie."

Marco wasn't even mad. He was just tired. Having known Oliver for years, he was used to his little stunts. Breaking in to jerk off in his apartment wasn't even close to the worse thing he'd ever done. Why did he carry on hanging out with him again?

"Not gonna lie, my own hands aren't really doing it for me. Care to join in?"

Right, that was why.

"Just let me take this dumb suit off first, okay?" Marco said as he made his way to his room. Oliver leapt off the couch and followed without the other man giving him any indication he wanted him to.

"Ooh, your top surgery scars have healed up nicely," Oliver said when Marco took off his shirt and tossed it to the floor.

"You know, my job sucks arse but at least it pays for shit like my hormones and surgery."

"You can suck my arse if you want," Oliver said with a wink and a giggle.

"You're really a disgusting pervert, you know that?"

"Says the naked guy in front of me," the hare shot back with a raised brow as Marco dropped his pants and underwear.

Well, he had him there. With a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, Marco said, "You want me to go grab my dicks or...?"

"Oh, hell, yeah! I need a good stuffing!"

Marco walked over to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room, knelt down, and opened the bottom drawer to reveal a slew of dildos that would make the most hardcore porn star jealous. Looking over his shoulder at the vast array of tools, Oliver said, "Seriously, the best thing about hooking up with a trans guy is you get to pick what dick fucks you."

"Who said you're choosing? My home, my choice."

"Letting me pick will get me out of here faster."

"...which one do you want?"

Oliver crotched down beside Marco and began rifling through the collection of toys. He immediately went for the horse dick, the largest of them all, picking it up and turning it in his hands, examining it as if it were a piece of art. He then shook his head and put it back. He was about to pick up the dragon dildo when his caught sight of something that made his eyes light up.

"Ooh, when did you get a dog dick? It's got a knot and everything!" Oliver practically squealed as he picked up the purple canine cock.

"Bought that last month. Wanna try it?"

"Oh, hell, yes!"

Buried underneath the copious amounts of fake dongs was Marco's trusty black harness. It, along with Oliver's chosen schlong, were plucked out the drawer and quickly put on.

"Lookin' good, Marcy," Oliver said to the raccoon sporting a cock not belonging to his eye mask having species.

"All right, bend over and lets get this over with."

"Wow, Marcy, where's the romance? Don't I even get a kiss first?" Oliver said as he gave the man a wink.

Marco groaned but did as the other man wanted. Oliver was more slender than the lean raccoon but he was also a good head taller, meaning Marco basically had to stand on his tippy toes to lock lips since Oliver refused to bend down. Stupid long eared bastard.

The kiss was quick, barely two seconds, and Marco was pulling away with a scowl. "There. Happy now?"

"Uh, no? What the hell was that? Kiss me like you mean it! I'm not your bloody gran!"

Oliver then grabbed ahold of each side of Marco's head and slammed their faces together. Out of shock, Marco's mouth opened in a gasp. Oliver took this opportunity to slide his tongue into the raccoon's mouth, a raccoon who just thought "Eh, fuck it" and curled his tongue around his taller partner's to begin a sensuous dance of tongue against tongue, also known as mouth fucking.

Marco slid his arms around Oliver to grab at his rear end and, with a beautiful piece of bunny butt in each hand, gave a hard squeeze, making the taller man moan. The sound caused a jolt of pleasure to shoot straight through to the racoon's groin, the desire to hear more of his wanton moans growing. An idea struck him and he broke the kiss, earning him a groan of displeasure and a pout. Marco only grinned up at him before focusing his gaze towards Oliver's chest and then proved that sometimes being short wasn't so bad as he wrapped his lips around the nipple right under his nose.

He began to suck, swirling his tongue around the areola, as he continued to grope at Oliver's behind. "That feels good," the hare moaned. "Use your teeth." Marco decided to be nice and did as he was told, grazing his teeth along Oliver's nipple.

"No, harder," Oliver whined. It'd been a while since they'd hooked up last so he'd forgotten just how much of a masochist the other man could be. Not that Marco was exactly complaining.

Marco tugged, sucked, and chewed Oliver's nipple raw, making him gasp and moan so load the raccoon was really thankful his place had such thick walls. Once he felt the one bud had been abused enough, he let it go with a lewd pop, turning his attention to the other one.

"Yeah, bite me hard, Marcy," Oliver moaned as Marco began to go at his other nipple. But while Oliver was enjoying himself, Marco was beginning to grow a little bored of the repeat show and found one of his hands moving just a tad closer to Oliver's already lubed up and stretched hole. He slid a finger in, making the hare jump.

"Hey, warn a guy before you do that."

Letting go of his nipple, Marco said with a sadistic grin, "What? I didn't think a butt slut like you would complain."

"I'm not exactly complaining..." he trailed off before huffing and adding, "Whatever,"

Marco chuckled and added two more fingers that slid in with ease. He began pumping him, loving the lewd squelching sound his digits made as they moved in and out of the mouthy hare.

"Damnit, Marcy, I don't think I can hold on any longer. I need you to fuck me. Now."

Marco let go of his nipple and, with a shit eating grin, said, "Whatever you want, you annoying dick."

He let go of Oliver who then moved to bend over the raccoon's bed. He wiggled his plump rump as he sang, "I'm all lubed up and ready to go, Marcy Baby."

Marco grabbed onto his hips and, with a lick of his lips, thrust forward with so much force, Oliver's arms fell out from under him and his snout was buried into the mattress beneath him.

"Weren't ready for that, were you?" Marco chuckled, earning what sounded like a moan of appreciation from the hare.

He began thrusting without letting Oliver get used to his girth, not that the man probably needed it, from the way he moaned or how easily Marco slid in and out of him. "You'd really done a number on your arsehole before I showed up, huh, bunny butt?"

"That was some really good porn I watched. I couldn't help - ah - it," Oliver gasped.

"Not as good as me, though, right?"

"Nothing can ever be as good as you, Marcy."

With every thrust, the base of the dog dick pressed against Marco's groin but, while it did feel good, it was the man moaning and groaning beneath him that really got him going. So, with a lick of his lips, he said, "Oh, yeah? Tell me how good I am. Tell me how good I fuck you."

"Better than most," Oliver groaned as he buried his face deeper into the mattress.

"Only most? I think you mean all." Then, as if to emphasis whatever point he was trying to make, he slapped Oliver on the rump hard.

"Oh, fuck, yes!"

He gave Oliver another smack, earning him a squeal in response. Damn, if he didn't love making a mess of that man.

"Pull on my tail, please," Oliver begged and Marco complied. He yanked on the fuzzy little ball making Oliver moan. "Ooh, Marcy, I think I'm nearly there. Pl-please knot me. Fuck, you need to knot me NOW."

"What ever you say, fluff butt." Then, with one final thrust to end all thrusts, he was in, knot and all. The loud shout Oliver let out as he released all over Marco's duvet was enough to send the racoon himself over the edge.

The two simply stayed there for a moment, heavy breathing the only sound in the room, before Oliver finally broke the silence by saying, "Damn, I've gotta break in here more often."

"Like hell you are," Marco said, trying to sound harsh but his voice just wasn't in it. "Once I'm unplugged from your but, you're out, got it?"

"Aw, what, no after sex cuddles?" Oliver whined.

Marco sighed. "No cuddles." He thought for a moment and then added, "But we can eat Doritos and watch Queer Eye on Netflix if you want."

"Sounds great! You, uh, might want to get more Doritos, though. I may have eaten all of yours."

"What?!"

"You know I get the munchies when I watch porn! Really, this is the fault of my biology if anything."

Marco's eye twitched. Then, without warning, he yanked his hips backwards, causing Oliver to scream as Marco's knot was less than ceremoniously pulled from his behind. The hare fell to the floor and, looking up at Marco with eyes full of rage, yelled, "What the hell, Marcy?! You can't just pull a knot like that. You've gotta ease it out."

"I could have but you also could have not eaten my Doritos and broken into my house so..." Marco took off his dildo holding harness and dropped it to the floor to be cleaned and put away later.

Oliver leaned a hand on the edge of the bed as he struggled to get up on shaky legs, still a little out of it from his orgasm and graceless de-knotting. "How about I get dressed and we go down to the store and I buy you new some new snacks. Then you'll forgive me for eating them and breaking in. How does that sound?"

"You can't buy me off with some chips. Oliver." He then paused for a moment, thinking, before adding, "Buy me doughnuts, too, and we're good."

"Deal! Just, uh, let me rest for a moment. My arse is killing me." He then proceeded to collapse onto Marco's bed and close his eyes.

"Hey, you better not fall asleep, got that? You still owe me snacks!"

He cursed as Oliver began to snore softly. He really needed to learn to hide his spare keys better.