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Another gorgeous day was to be had by all as the sun had begun to set in the mid-afternoon sky. Mahotis was especially aware of this as he'd waited for the temperature to cool off a bit before heading to the pool for a dip. He'd have left earlier, but it was a bit of a scorcher, and he'd rather not have left the comforts of his air conditioned hotel room if he didn't have to.

But none of that mattered now that swimming conditions were perfect. Clad in nothing but a set of dark-orange speedos, he set off for some fun in the sun, well away from the harshness of the Shuriman desert.

He'd heard a lot about this resort and how it was known the world over for having some of the nicest beaches around, but the thought of dealing with more sand left him feeling a bit discouraged. Fortunately, there was also a well-maintained pool for patrons who preferred their swimming experience free of particulate matter. It was right by the bar too, which made it a hotspot during the evening when drinks were eventually served.

Sadly for Mahotis the bar wasn't quite open just yet, but he didn't care since his mind was set on other things. His focus was entirely on the chlorinated beauty just beyond the set of double doors at the end of the hallway. He'd seen the pictures of this thing and was blown away by how massive it was; clearly the people in charge here made good money to be able to afford that monster of a pool! Ah, he could just imagine the raucous playing and laughter as water got splashed everywhere, potentially soaking him as he stepped out into the courtyard...

...Which was decidedly emptier than he'd anticipated it to be. Wait, what? Where was everyone?

It didn't make sense to him. Were people actually that interested in going to the beach? Was there some sort of event going on in the area at that time? Did he somehow come here in the off-season? He didn't think that any of those checked out, but still, there was nobody there save for him.

Well, that wasn't entirely true, as there turned out to be someone else there after all; he just couldn't see the person due to the back of the chair that he was laying on being faced away from the door. At least that meant that he wasn't alone, though it made him ponder if he'd actually come early for all the festivities.

Well, Mahotis didn't exactly feel like going for a dip if no one else was. Perhaps he'd have a seat on one of the chairs like his fellow patron was. Hey, when in Piltover, right?

He selected a spot in hopes to settle down and relax for a bit while the sun was still up, though it was only then that he realized how close to the other patron he was. This was the first chance that he'd actually gotten to see his fellow vacationer, and what a surprise it was to find out that the mystery man was another yordle like him! That's when Mahotis took a closer look and saw that there was more to the person than he first recognized.

The other yordle was far from slender like he was, instead possessing a stocky figure like that of someone who did manual labour for a living. The definition that he sported was unlike anything that he normally observed on another one of his kind, seeming more like what a human could achieve. That wasn't to say that it was bad, however, as it made various parts of his body pop.

Mahotis' eyes traced down the other yordle's sumptuous arms, along a torso comparable to that of an expertly carved statue, down legs that could likely kick a door in, and ending on some seriously large stompers. Everything about this guy just screamed 'big'! He was about to joke to himself about what was said regarding men with large feet, but it looked to be true with one glance of the package that the other yordle sported.

Unbeknownst to a fair number of people, he was quite the fan of bulges, whatever the size. He preferred to call himself a connoisseur, though he was sure that others would call him something far more vulgar.

But what a bulge it was! Even though it was partially covered by shade provided from the hotel, he could make out a reasonable amount of detail, as if parts of the fabric were actually painted on. Whether this mystery yordle was actually that big or that the forest-green speedo that was worn was on the smaller side may never be known, but what he did know was-

"Not exactly great at being subtle, are you?" A voice called out of nowhere.

In an instant, Mahotis had been snapped back to reality. It took him a moment to figure out where the sound had come from, only to see that the other yordle was now looking directly at him. He felt his cheeks glow a deep sanguine, his hand reflexively covering his mouth out of embarrassment.

"Hey, relax. It's fine." The larger man stated in an attempt to soothe the mohawked yordle's distress. "I never said it's a problem, we all do it from time to time." He pushed himself up into a sitting position, his plump basket being the only thing about him affected by gravity. "It's just that some of us are sneakier about it than others."

"Haha, yeah." Mahotis gulped while trying to save face. "I-I didn't realize I was so obvious about it."

The other yordle chuckled. "I'll just take it as a compliment." He stood up and ambled over to the smaller yordle, taking a seat in the neighbouring chair. "I'm Chris, by the way." He stuck out his hand, a friendly smile on his face.

"M-Mahotis." Mahotis shakily accepted the handshake, a tad taken aback by just how big the gray-and-white-furred yordle's hand was.

"Hey, chill out. There's nothing to worry about." Chris chuckled, patting the top of the dark-furred yordle's appendage. "We're the only two people out here for some reason, so it's not like anyone else saw anything."

Mahotis pursed his lips, just now noticing that, indeed, the pair of them were still alone. "That's true. I saw people when I got here, so I have no idea where anybody else is."

"Maybe they discovered yordles had checked in so they wanted to leave as soon as they could." Chris posited, his expression disgruntled.

"You think?"

Chris shrugged. "Eh, some people have their hang-ups." That's when a thought ran through his head, one that the both of them might enjoy. "I was gonna swim in a bit, but I had a better idea. Wanna come up to my room? It's not like we're gonna miss anything out here."

To say that Mahotis was caught off-guard would be an understatement, but he felt inclined to take up the invitation; the thought of going swimming had lost its lustre anyway. "Uh, sure!"

"Great!" Chris effortlessly got to his feet, extending his hand to help the other yordle up.

Mahotis graciously accepted, only to underestimate the larger yordle's strength. "Oof." He grunted, his face colliding into the other man's pectoral.

"Oh, you good there?" Chris eased his grip.

"Uh," Mahotis cleared his throat, a bit flustered, "yeah, yeah, I'm okay!"

Chris could only smirk at the mohawked yordle's demeanour. "You're adorable, you know that?"

If it were possible, Mahotis' cheeks would burn hotter than the sun.

***

The pair of them made their way through the building towards the bigger man's room, eventually seeing some of the other patrons along the way. They received a few stares but paid no attention.

"Well, here we are!" Chris announced as the door to his room swung open. It wasn't particularly luxurious like some of the abodes, but it was more than liveable enough for a yordle of his stature.

"Huh, I think it's actually smaller than mine, if I'm honest." Mahotis glanced around as he entered the room.

Chris wryly grinned. "I don't mind it. In fact, I like how cozy it is." He let the door swing shut behind him while he wrapped his arm around the smaller yordle, rubbing his arm.

The touch elicited an involuntary giggle from Mahotis. "Heh, yeah, I can see that." All of a sudden, the ground appeared to be moving away from him, but he quickly realized that it was only because he was being lifted off of his feet. And just as fast as he was hoisted was he being carefully tossed onto the plush bed. "O-Oh, we're hitting the bed already, I see." It took him a moment to compose himself.

"You were basically eye-humping me out there, so I thought I'd give you a closer look." Chris gave the other man a mischievous grin.

Mahotis felt mortified at the response, but only for a short while. The feelings instantly vanished the second that he saw the larger man clamber onto the bed and take the spot next to him. He noted that it was rather small for a human-sized bed, but it made for a more intimate experience.

"Now," Chris splayed himself out with his hands resting behind his head, "you saw something you liked?"

Mahotis felt his heart in his throat upon hearing that. "U-Um..." He reached his hand out but couldn't stop it from shaking.

"Oh, go on, don't be shy. You certainly weren't when you thought I hadn't noticed you yet."

"How do I know you won't bite?" Mahotis quirked a brow.

"I only do that if asked to." Chris shot the other yordle a wink.

That got Mahotis' heart rate to skyrocket and for a goofy grin to distort his mouth. Well, he had no reason to hold back now. With a confidence that he didn't possess mere minutes ago, Mahotis eagerly laid his hands on the bigger yordle's chest.

"There you go." Chris purred from the gentle caress that he was receiving.

Now without hesitation, Mahotis continued his fondling of the other man's pectorals. He bit his lip when he felt each one bounce in his grasp. To think that such a pint-sized powerhouse existed! It was absolutely exhilarating, but as much as he wanted to keep groping that chest, he knew that there was so much more to explore.

His attention then turned to the closest of those sumptuous arms, his fingers delicately tracing along the outline of the bicep. An unexpected flex swiftly filled the palm of his hand with densely packed muscle, coaxing another giggle out of him. How lucky was he that the one other person that he happened to run into at this resort was a yordle so willing to be felt up?

"Mmm, that's good, but I think there's more for you to get acquainted with." Chris' voice rumbled through his chest.

As if a fire had lit up his soul, Mahotis concurred, now focusing on the rest of the gray-and-white-furred yordle's torso. He let his fingers dance along the abdominals, reminding him of the cobblestone paths in towns around his home. To have a midsection so tight was a rarity.

"Oh, that's good stuff." Chris huffed from the mohawked yordle's ministrations.

It was Mahotis' turn to smirk, ecstatic that his work was having an effect on the larger man. He kept up his tour of the other yordle's body by roaming to those expansive quads. His mind wandered as he thought of what profession this guy could possibly have taken up, ultimately concluding that whatever it was, it kept him on his feet for long periods of time.

Chris panted, now having difficulties keeping himself collected. "Oh fuck..." His inner thighs had always been a sensitive spot on his body, and he usually lost composure when they were attended to.

That was the upper hand that Mahotis had been looking for. He impishly thrummed along the larger yordle's leg, pleased when he saw it reactively tense up. It would've kept his attention for longer, had he not bumped into the other man's prodigious package, something which he'd forgotten about up until that point in time.

It was then that Mahotis got bolder, grabbing a hold of the bulge. He reveled in the thickness that he felt through the material, savouring the increasingly frequent pulsating of the schlong held within. It was mesmerizing and he wanted more, shoving his face into it.

"Oh shit, that's good." Chris propped himself upright as his chest heaved from stimulation. It'd been ages since he'd had someone get this affectionate with him, but probably the first that made love to his bulge this hard. To aid the dark-furred yordle in his endeavours, he placed a hand on that slender torso and nudged him in further.

Mahotis moaned into the green material, basking in the smell emanating from within. It was a masculine aroma that made his head swim. The heady scent imprinted itself onto his brain as he brazenly gave the speedo a lick, feeling movement as a result. He could feel the bulge throb in his clutches.

The overstimulation of his crotch was shooting need through Chris' body. He'd lost all pretenses of staying composed and allowed himself to give into his arousal. "You seem to know your way around a cock. Care to do the honours?" He motioned towards his groin with his head.

It was like Mahotis had been waiting for those words. With a hunger that filled his soul, he tore the garment right off the larger man's body, discarding it on the floor behind him. He'd have gone further right then and there had he not felt a pair of thumbs dig under the band of his own speedo.

"I think it's only fair that I do the same." Chris used his hooked digits to peel off the swimwear, also unceremoniously tossing it aside. It freed the dark-furred yordle's turgid member, letting it become accustomed to the comparatively cooler air.

"Thank you!" Mahotis was barely able to bleat out before diving his face right back into the musky cockflesh. He moaned aloud as he finally was able to locate the source of the manly scent, nuzzling his nose in as deep as he could force it. His tongue lashed at the sweaty ball fur, hoping to coax more of it to come out.

Truth be told, Chris couldn't remember the last time that someone had been so restless with him. He was usually the one who had to take the lead, so it was refreshing when someone else handled the reins. That wasn't to say that he was about to sit back and do nothing, however, as he had his own urges that needed attending to. With a deft hand, he reached forward and grabbed a hold of the other yordle's ass cheeks, kneading them vigourously.

Mahotis immediately took notice, stopping what he was doing when a shiver ripped up his spine. His breathing developed into a panting staccato as his rear end was thoroughly fondled. It was almost becoming too much for him to handle. With a push of his legs, he forced himself onto the larger yordle's body, straddling the thick torso as best as he could. He then wrapped his arms around that neck, planting his lips on the other man's own and entering the two of them into a lascivious embrace.

Chris groaned into the kiss, his body heating up from the affectionate cuddling. He enjoyed that a lot, but he knew that they both had more pressing needs to attend to. "Hey, let's just do it." He panted. "We're both ready."

Mahotis flicked his gaze upwards. "What about your cap?"

"The toque stays on during sex." Chris stated with a playful grin. While that was going on, he used a hand to guide his manhood to the other yordle's ass, squeezing it between those malleable cheeks.

"Ahh!" Mahotis gasped at the sudden intrusion. His body was alive with lust, practically demanding that he got stuffed, if his winking pucker was any indication.

Not wanting to hurt the guy, Chris made sure to smear a copious amount of his yordlebatter all around the mohawked man's back door. It was a bit of a delicate process. Then, when he felt ready, he gingerly eased the tip of his shaft into the hole, snorting from the tightness enveloping it.

Mahotis greatly felt the anal invasion, his whole body alight with desire. He moaned when more of that shaft got carefully shoved into him like a circular peg into a smaller circular hole. It caused him to involuntarily clench down on the pulsing cockflesh, though unable to deter it.

Chris grunted from the abrupt constriction, his teeth gritted from the sensation of his prick being held in the vise-like grip of the other yordle's asshole. Still, he pressed on, getting more of his pillar inside.

Despite him clamping down so much, Mahotis couldn't get enough of his cavity getting crammed with all that fuckmeat. He moaned as his inner walls grew slick with pre, allowing him to push backwards and help the length inside of him reach its destination. It was only when his ass became plush with the gray-and-white-furred yordle's crotch did he finally feel himself relax.

It had quite the effect on Chris as well, as he'd also moaned when he felt himself go balls deep. His rod throbbed with the need to continue. With arousal coursing through his veins, he began the process of pulling out every so gently and then slamming back in, wrapping his strong arms around the other yordle's body as a way to help himself.

Mahotis' tongue lolled out of his mouth when he felt himself at the mercy of the larger yordle, craving his hungry hole being filled. It pained him whenever the cock was nearly pulled out as the yearning intensified tenfold. He wanted more and kept pushing back to get it.

The slicker that the hole got with his precum meant that Chris could buck faster into it, spurting even more pre onto the dark-furred yordle's inner walls. His jackhammering was beginning to have an effect on the smaller guy, especially when he kept flattening the other yordle's prostate like it was a button wired to the pleasure centre of the brain.

The continual slamming made Mahotis' body feel like jelly, his arms and legs growing weak and buckling. His libido skyrocketed the more that the veiny shaft pistoning in and out of him. His breathing grew laboured the more that the pressure inside him built up, pressing as hard as possible against the edge until the dam burst, making him passionately cry aloud.

Chris struggled to keep his pace going as the anal cavity spasmed around his prick. The intense convulsions jumped his arousal to its maximum, causing his own floodgates to blow wide open as a chain reaction. He geysered in load after sticky load of cum, painting the smaller yordle's walls a pearlescent white.

Orgasm felt like an eternity to the pair of them. Mahotis was completely spent with his limbs feeling limp, whereas Chris pumped as much seed into the mohawked yordle as he could before sliding his thick cock out, belching forth one last shot of spunk. It was exhilarating and left them lying there in their combined afterglow, both panting like they just ran a marathon.

"That was..." Mahotis wheezed, his lungs doing their best to suck in air. "That was great!" He felt his head rest on the larger yordle's heaving chest.

Chris, too, attempted to steady his breathing. "Yeah." He gulped. "I haven't gone that hard in ages."

Mahotis weakly looked at the other yordle's face. "So, is this the part where you kick me out?"

The inquiry got Chris to laugh as hard as he could in his exhausted state. "Naw, you don't gotta do that. You can stay as long as you wanna."

"I think I will then." Mahotis nuzzled his face into the other man's neck, relishing that his day turned out better than he'd ever thought.