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© Tsumi Moogle '21

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What a change it had been to move out on his own. School well underway, with a swarm of courses, and professors, topics that actually interested him being examined and torn into with a gusto. Oh, the shift in homework was an odd sensation, as was setting his own schedule, being responsible for all the things a college freshman was due, but Dylan had to say, he was starting to enjoy it.

Though, some of the perks had come from the owner of the ad putting out for a room in the humble town. A modest share house, only two students. Himself, and-

The door opened, to the evening's cool brush, permitting in the smooth steps of a large body. Tall enough that he needed to stoop a little under the frame, the hybrid's ebon fur, streaked curiously in blue, stood well in contrast to the white and red of his proudly worn Varsity jacket.

Dylan's eyes lifted from his book to simply take the sight of the Wolf-roo in. He felt his cheeks and cookie-shaped ears warm as Ashton glanced about and grinned lightly to the sight of him.

Shifting several tote bags to one hand, he gave an easy wave with the other, lightly brushing a pair of sizeable, stylish high-tops on the mat inside the doorway, before he padded in. Footsteps light, despite his thick build. The hybrid's thick rudder gently bumped the door closed.

'Nose deep in the books already? You'll burn yourself out, Ott.' the woof chuckled, strolling deeper into the house.

As if heeding a mild chiding, the Otter slid his book aside, and slipped from the couch on silent toes to peek after the lupine form. The sway of hips in thick jeans, and light wave of a tail that all but suggested Ashton knew he was being shadowed.

Easing into the kitchen, Dylan leaned up to help with the unloading of bags, and reloading of fridge and cupboards, silently contrasting himself against his room-mate for the umpteenth time. Namely how he only comparatively came up to somewhere around the hybrid's diaphragm in height.

That had been an interesting conversation on signing up for the room.

'Tuesday, so s'that mean..?' the Otter asked curiously, dusting his hands as he closed a cupboard and running his slightly webbed fingers through shorter, dirty-blonde head-fur. Ashton's broad mitt of a hand nearly curled about the entirety of his crown as he ruffled the smaller male with a nod.

'Yeah, got my thing on.' Where his 'thing' seemed to be several hours in his room for some unnamed purpose, it was normally a quiet time. Not that the otter made a habit of being raucous. He simply nodded and inclined his head curiously, but left the question unasked, instead ruffling at the woof's slightly padded abdominals. 'We'll hit up food after?'

'Sure, sounds good. I've got snacks to tide me.' Dylan snickered, as he fixed his hair again, and smiled as he followed his room-mate to the foot of the slightly oversized stairs, watching the large form ascend. At least a few stairs up, before the hybrid glanced back to the otter, catching that almost entranced gaze with a small grin.

'...Hey Dyl, you ah.. you interested in maybe helping out?' He almost sheepishly tapped the toes of his kicks, drawing the otter's gaze to them a moment.

'Er, I don't.. really know what it'd be with.' squeaked the Ott, blinking his eyes back up. Ashton's eyes gleamed with a knowing look.

'I think you'd be good for it. I'll take you through. C'mon.' He rumbled and continued up towards his room, rudder swaying to the sound of the quicker scamper of the smaller frame after him.

Stepping into the hybrid's room, Dylan smiled some as he took in the charcoal walls, and the odd picture on the walls. He had anticipated posters of models, and weight sets, messy, unkempt bedding, or even a worn out mattress on the floor when he'd first arrived.

But the Wolf-roo seemed to come from money, with plush and maintained bedding in silvers and blue. A pleasing sound system, a non flat-pack book shelf with his text books set out well, and a desk with a computer that would make a number of the newer IT crowd stir in their pants.

And weirdly, he didn't really have an attitude to go with it. No trust-fund jock mentality. He'd always been perfectly open and placid, playful, certainly, but always in a fond, ribbing manner, than anything derogatory...

The hybrid stepped past him to sit on the large bed, slipping his varsity jacket free, and easing his tee-shirt up over his head with a sigh.

'So, uhm, what'm I expecting..?' Dylan chirped softly, stirring his feet gently on the plush carpeting as Ash lightly loosened his broad sneakers to slip free, before easing to his feet and adjusting his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping, to let them pool about his ankles. The otter swallowed, as he felt his own pants twitch. Sitting back down, Ashton playfully tossed the warm cotton at his room-mate, grinning toothily.

'Not this, I bet.' Ashton chuckled, starting to tug his sneakers back on. 'So, all the goodies in here' he waved idly about the room, 'don't really get paid out of any grant money or anything. I sort of have a little weekly side-gig going on, a carry over from a little business some friends and I got going.' He rumbled with a grin as the otter's cheeks burned, almost hiding his face in the pants he held. 'Pics, requests, Videos, that sorta thing.'

'W-what, like.. Porn?' Dylan asked, glancing at the jeans in his hands as the Wolf-roo chuckled, waving a paw dismissively.

'I suppose to some people.' Ashton smirked as he moved to his desk, retrieving a small stand, and setting it on the carpet, before leaning to pluck his phone from the pocket of the jeans, and set it up facing the foot of the bed. Dylan blinked at the set up, ripe with confusion, until the hybrid stood to his full height, and took a slow, stroll in front of the field of view of the camera.

'Wait, you mean, of your..?'

'Yep. Surprisingly good market too.' Ashton smirked and winked to the otter.

'And that Moogle, and Rabbit you get over sometimes?'

'Remember those friends I mentioned with the business venture?'

'...Oh. ...Oh!' Dylan blushed brightly, twitching his rudder and squeezing the jeans in his hands. 'Uh-.. so.. why did you invite me?'

Ashton eased to a stop and just regarded the Otter with a wry smile.

'I think you know why, Ott'

Staring, Dylan's felt his face hitting shades of red he was not sure he had names for. Sputtering, he squeaked, as the Woof chuckled heartily to the response. 'Might need you to slip out of your clothes too for it, though.' He winked warmly and grinned. 'If you want to, that is. You can just stay and watch if you'd prefer.'

The short frame shivered visibly a moment as he regarded the offer, staring at the Wolf-roo, up and down that broad, built frame, and the feet sunk into the carpeting. His own nervously wringing fingers subconsciously toying with a button of his shirt. He seemed surprised when it eased open, and his hands moved to the next button, and the one after that.

Until with a soft shuff of his shorts sinking into the carpet, Dylan stepped up to his room-mate, staring up to him. Rumbling gently, Ashton nodded and rested a hand on the ott's head-fur, thumbing gently.

'On the floor, on your back, Ott. And don't worry, we can blue you out if you prefer.' The hybrid winked a blue eye, as the burning-faced lutrine meekly sank to his knees, and eased down onto his back, finding a near sled-sized sneaker lifting to frame his entire torso with a gentle press and knead. 'Now, you just enjoy, and let me handle things. You're gunna love this.' Ashton rumbled down to the sleek form, shifting his foot to eclipse his room-mates face, and gently boop his nose with his treads.

Shivering softly with a gentle gasp, the Ott glanced sidelong, seeing Ash leaning down to tap a button on the phone. A red light blinked brightly by one of the lenses, before the large feet shifted, and brushed passed him.

His hands shifted slowly, to fumble atop his bared abdominals, eyes staring up at the outline of the tall frame above him and keenly aware of the unyielding ache in his loins as the hybrid grinned back down and giving him a soft wink, before his foot swung over gently, to nudge those fingers apart, and ease the otter's hand back to the carpet. Gently pinning it down, the woofroo grinned and rumbled.

'Just like that. Relax.' Ashton rumbled and smirked as he eased his weight to brush over the ott's form with his other sole, teasing the sizeable tent in the smaller form's underwear and causing Dylan to jerk in surprise and embarrassment. On, the woofroo continued, from the camera's field of view, releasing the otter's hand, before he turned to approach the prone form again.

The Otter gasped softly as the larger frame took his time in slowly walking past him, over him, occasionally slowing his stride to press on a hand, shifting his weight over a thigh here or there, once or twice pressing the air from his chest with a carefully measured step.

Always, Ashton glanced at him as he did, seeming to gauge his reactions, and grinning approvingly.

With a playful lick of his lips, and his stroll paused, Ashton's heel pressed to the carpet, and treads resting between the lutra's legs. Giving a gentle rock, he pressed, kneading gently and eliciting a quivering moan from the smaller form.

The Otter's hands lifted to grasp at the toe of the shoe, only to pause at the hybrid's slow head-shake. It took physical effort to ease his hands back, Dylan's chest rising and falling rapidly as the much taller form took his time in teasing, pressing, pumping gently.

It was clear by the Woof's pace, and pressure, that he was practiced in toying with people. Watching his smaller friend undersole, and gauging his responses, to work him up, and slow him down amidst the sudden onslaught of attention.

Ashton smirked, as he pressed down firmly, momentarily pinning Dylan's hips to the floor, and able to feel the outline of the needy tent in those underwear underfoot. Keeping him from being able to thrust, he beamed at the almost pleading squeak from the Lutrine.

At long, toying last, he ground gently over that shaft, and eased his foot free, savouring the ott's spasming little buck and near spring of his tent.

Easing down onto his rump before the otter's legs, the larger form's thick rudder swayed. Adjusting himself, he leaned back softly. Dylan's gaze followed him, hazed, and confused.

A soft brush of his foot along the ott's torso mollified the slinky form, as Ash gently scooted along the carpeting, to tease his room-mate's feet under his own weighty balls, and gingerly sinking them between his rump-cheeks with a soft groan.

It took some careful adjusting of his feet, heels nudged against the Otter's arms, pivoted to press over his torso, and somewhat obscure his vision as he gave a slow clench to drag the smaller form inwards.

The thick heat of the snug, almost silken embrace about his feet was a confusion sensation to the Ott. Dylan blinking gently as he tried to lift his head, only to find one of the Woof's broad shoes shifting to bump his nose, and playfully obscure his vision. A slow compression about his feet and another gentle groan from the taller male drew Dylan several inches along the carpet before the camera.

Staring up at the woof uncertainly, the sleek form inclined his head, panting thickly from his steady teasing. Ashton grinned gently, and gave a soft wink, before slowly shifting his feet, and moving slowly to rise up to a stooped position, keeping the otter's back to the floor, and his legs within him.

Dylan's cookies perked in shock, recognising just where his legs were, before the sight of Ashton's hefty length being slowly stroked, and all but directed at his face kept his face bright in colour.

'We're not done yet, Ott.' Rumbled the woof with another clench, drawing Dylan's knees up under tail with a shaky groan. That shaft pulsed, drooling pre over the Lutra's face.

His Room-mate's strong legs straightened, lifting him further from the floor, and the thick rudder of a tail slunk about him, supporting and gently shifting his frame, as Ash turned, and sank to his knees before the camera, and gently easing the smaller male back between and against the upturned soles of his shoes.

A soft, breathy chuckle escaped the woof as Dylan gently grasped at the offered paws, moaning gingerly in kind as his legs continued getting squeezed over, clenched, and incessantly tugged at, inching him inexorably upwards into that steamy hold.

Dylan moaned despite himself as he felt his hips slowly being squeezed passed the Woof's taut entrance. The throbbing pulse of the hybrid's heartbeat quickening about his lower half as the steady rocking rhythm told him exactly what the Woof was up to. And that he was egged on by the slow, constant claiming of the smaller frame.

Deeper and deeper the otter felt himself being squeezed. The hybrid's tight innards wringing about him, undulating, massaging him in ways that made his eyes flutter. His hips rolled, grinding about and within the Wolf-roo, pressing along the hybrid's prostate to body-squeezing effect.

Slowly bending his legs, Ashton grinned as he gently pressed the Otter inwards, feeling the heated nuzzling, the puffing moans as the smaller form embraced the overwhelming body working him over.

And as he felt Dylan's shoulders sink in, the hybrid smirked, and slowly eased his legs back down to the floor, for the camera to record the otter's dazedly blinking face and partly dangling arms.

Leaning his head to the bedding, Ash groaned as his hand pumped his shaft keenly, feeling the twitching, bucking body grinding deep within his form, pressing along several tender points as he curled into the depths of his backside.

The steady, pulsing clenches all but sucked the slinky form inwards, Dylan moaning and gripping at the air as his head sluiced from sight, his arms following in short twitching jerks.

As his squirming fingers were squished over and sucked in after the rest of him, the Woof eased about onto his rump, to stroke himself for the camera, jostling the bulge in his middle with a shaky groan as his knot budded, swelling for his free hand to grip.

Squirming, entirely blanketed in Ashton's sculpted rump and deep within his gut, the Ott found himself struggling, moaning amidst the thick air, as his own was wrung from him time and again amidst the nearly frantic, rhythmic pumping about him. The steady crush of molten silk, the racing thump of his room-mate's heartbeat about him, the walls enclosing about him, squishing him ever deeper..!

Pumping eagerly, Ashton arched at the sudden spasming, and near muted cry deep within himself as the otter was overwhelmed by his body, and milked in the turgid peaks of his own pleasure. Gritting his teeth to mute the howl that threatened to rattle the walls, Ash blew hard in thick, arcs of white, spattering through the carpet, and over his footwear.

Ebbing slowly into a drool, the hybrid held his composure to grin at the camera, and smearing one sticky hand over the twitching bulges of the otter under his abdominals, he leaned up to turn the camera off, before he slumped back against the side of his bed with a delighted groan.

Gasping steadily, he kneaded gently over his middle, and smiled softly to feel the Otter within still feebly stirring. It didn't take long, with his slow kneading massaging, along with the aching afterglow, and embrace about him to coax his new temporary resident into slumber.

Groaning gingerly, Dylan's eyes fluttered. The thick, suffusing heat had abated. He was propped up to sit, rather than wrung and wormed about in odd angles with that muscled tunnel wrenching him about.. With a soft gasp, glanced about, to find himself rested between Ashton's legs, and against the Wolf-roo's torso. Warm water lapped gently at the sides of the spa they were reclined in.

'Good morning. You doing okay?' Grinned the tall frame as the otter slowly rubbed his head.

'Good- ...Yeah. I think so. Did we... really-' murmured Dylan as the hybrid slowly brushed along his torso with a sudsy loofah.

'Sure did.' chuckled the larger male. 'And you were awesome, by the way.' Ash continued, softly booping the Ott's nose with the sponge. Dylan's ears twitched as he smiled. 'Though, I think I might have gone a little overboard, feeling how much you were enjoying it.' The hybrid rumbled apologetically. Dylan's rudder gave a soft thump in the tub, splashing gently.

'It- did feel kind of amazing..' he conceded, slowly moving about. His limbs were stiff, but Ashton's broad hands helped support him to his feet. The Ott gently reached out to itch the taller ears of his room-mate, and lightly combing his head-fur.

'Anything I can do to make it up to you..?' Ashton offered warmly, and finding Dylan's hands easing behind his head, gently pulling him in to rest the broader snout under his lightly dripping, cream-coloured balls.

'Anything?' Dylan perked with a soft sway of his tail. 'I mean, I may not quite be able to get you all in my backside, but..' Ashton took his turn to blush a little with a smile, before his tongue slowly snuck past his lips to cup the otter's balls, and gingerly draw them into his muzzle to nurse on.

Gasping softly as he curled his toes, the Otter slowly bit his lip and sunk his fingers among the hybrid's head-fur, grasping gently and puffing as the larger male suckled gently, brushing his tongue along those tender, velvet stones.

'W-..Well, I could think of.. a couple of things.' gasped the Lutrine, as he softly eased back. Mercifully, the Wolf-roo let those orbs ease from his lips, smiling.

'All ears.' rumbled Ash as he kept holding the smaller male's hips, keeping him from slipping as the otter stepped back carefully.

Angling his turgid shaft, the Ott nodded and smiled as he angled himself, and exhaled slowly. It took concerted effort with a hard-on, but soon enough, Ashton's ears perked as he felt the hot spatter against his chest and abdominals.

His rudder idly nudged the spa-plug open to let the water drain as Dylan took his shaft to hand, to direct his steady golden stream.

'I mean, you got to claim all of me for a bit, soooo...' the Ott giggled softly, and gently guiding the woof's head down, angled to rinse down his roomie's nape and back, holding out as long as he could until he tapered. With a contented sigh, he gently tapped the head of his shaft against the bridge of the hybrid's snout to signify he was done, and smiling as Ashton glanced up, pressed his tip to the Wolf-roo's lips, and sunk himself forward slowly.

That slick tongue cupped about his shaft, and once more snaked its way behind Dylan's balls as Ash's hands snuck about to grip the smaller form's rump-cheeks, guiding his hips in small, gentle rolling motions as he bobbed his head.

Dylan panted thickly and moaned, bracing his hands on the shoulders before him as that broad muzzle eagerly nursed without reservation. Tongue slithering, snaking and curling about his girth with surprising dexterity, even managing to gently squeeze about his orbs as he leaned up on his toes, picking up the guided, thrusting pace.

As Dylan tensed steadily, built with such deft ease from the larger male, his eyes rolled back slowly, his body seizing from the bottom up, until he was nearly arched into a statue as his balls tugged closer to his form.

His cock pulsed eagerly, racing with his heartbeat as Ashton gave a low, bassy growl, his lips eased back about the head of the smaller male's shaft, bobbing and teasing his tender glans almost torturously, until at last, his muzzle plunged, claiming the entire length in one, and squeezed it amidst the slick heat of his maw: tongue mooshing, grinding, suckling firm and letting the buzz of his growl offset it all.

In one, Dylan's pleasure peaked, and in a cascading crash of squeaking spasms, he erupted over that animated tongue in gushing spurts. His legs slowly gave out, sleek body slowly slithering in Ashton's embrace to sink into the Woof-roo's arms, and the curve of his reclined body.

The soft bump of the plug being nudged back in and the careful turning of the handle for the water by the woof's tail soon had the tub filling again with fresh, warm water, letting him drift against the hybrid.

'So, I hope it's not too soon to ask,' Ashton rumbled in a cookie-shaped ear, giving one a gentle nibble. '...But do you think you'd be up for being in more vids with me?'

He grinned to Dylan's dopey gaze peering up, and brushed noses.

The Otter gently nibbled at the Wolf-roo's chin, quietly pondering on the fresh change in his life. His rudder thumped fondly.

--Fin.