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Fully nude and leaking pre like a broken faucet, Finnick shuddered from the open breeze. His enthusiasm was cut short, though, when he saw that the gigantic canine hadn't stripped out of his uniform yet. "Oh, what, you want an invitation or something?"

"Relax, I'm getting my stuff off!" Nick scoffed, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his speedo.

Finnick, unapproving of the titan's snail-pace, grumbled under his breath. "If you want something fucking done..." He rushed over to the much-larger fox, first tugging the speedo off of that monster hog before unfastening the only button holding the officer's shirt together, leaving the other man's prodigious chest tantalizingly staring him in the face. "There!"

The feeling of the fresh air bristling his sweat-matted fur felt refreshing to Nick like very few things did. Still, he couldn't just lose himself in his own revery, he had to make sure that he paid attention to the fennec. "So, what are you thinking?"

A hungry look in his eye, Finnick had his sights set on the hulk's meaty log of vulpine fuckstick, desiring it all for himself. "I almost wanna have a go with this thing."

"I'd split you in half!" Nick spat out, though not entirely hating the idea as evident by how much pre dribbled out from his shaft's latest throb.

"I'm kinda okay with the idea of that." With a shudder racing through his nervous system, Finnick steeled himself with a deep breath and lunged at the prick hanging in front of his face, slurping the head like a lewd sucker.

Nick gasped, not only from the intense stimulation that his body provided whenever it got touched, but also from the fact that his hair-trigger meant that he could blow from the slightest provocation if activated. He needed to think of something to keep him from shooting his load and fast. With nothing else coming to mind, he scooped up the fennec with his hands, bringing the other man close to his face, and mashing their lips together in a tender embrace. His back slammed against the brick wall as he slid down and landed on his globular ass cheeks, uncaring if someone felt the vibrations from the impact.

The kiss was hot, but sensual; delirious, but romantic; feverish, but oh so steamy, making it everything that Finnick longed to have once more. He melted into the other fox, his own length drooling preseed all over the hunk's tremendous pec shelf. Never before did he think that he'd be so turned on by what he'd consider to be a grotesque amount of musculature, but now he couldn't get enough. His friend - no, lover - was the most attractive thing that he'd ever laid his eyes on, and he didn't want this to end for fear that their next encounter was ages from now.

Nick felt the passion present in Finnick's lips, returning with more force of his own as he let his tongue slip into the other canine's mouth. His danced with his lover's as if they'd spent time choreographing it. Yet, they were both acting on instinct, knowing exactly what to do with the other.

The pulsating of his crotch rocket got Finnick to pull away first, a strand of saliva connecting the pair of them for a split-second. "God, you got no idea how much I've missed this." With a huff, he stuck his tongue in the ridge underneath the behemoth's mushroom head, lashing all along the bunched-up foreskin in wild abandon.

That got Nick stressed at the potential ramifications of blasting ropes at the other canine. "Uh, don't you think you're coming on a little strong?"

"Am I?" Finnick asked in a lust-drunken stupor, pulling himself up to mean the titan eye-to-eye. "I mean, I've thought about this day for quite a while now. This wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but I ain't complaining!" He tongued along the bulging cumpipe, relishing in the salty pre that he was rewarded with. "I've used dildoes to try and take the edge off, but there ain't anything that can compare to the real thing."

If Nick didn't do something to stop the fennec, he'd let loose another fireplug on the city. He had to think fast, trying whatever he could to prevent himself from making that a reality - a reality that his body didn't mind in the slightest. "Maybe I oughta be the one to get your rocks off. I've done it so many times this month I've lost count!" Nick offered. "Lemme take care of you."

That made Finnick pause to contemplate the colossus' proposal, though he ultimately couldn't find an issue with it at all. "Yeah, alright. That don't bother me one bit."

Relieved, Nick situated his lover lower down so that the tip of his spear couldn't be accessed so easily. In his endeavour, he couldn't help but notice something a tad different in comparison to his memories. "You're a bit softer back here."

"I..." Finnick's face turned beet red as he struggled trying to explain his more ample posterior. "I-I've been eating well."

"I can tell," Nick chuckled at the flustered canine in his grasp. "Relax, I think it's cute."

Finnick rubbed his face to alleviate some of his stress. "Alright, just... do whatever it is you're doing then."

"With pleasure!" At the sound of his cue being given, he began kneading the other fox's plump cheeks, eliciting a moan from the smaller canine and making his cock throb wildly.