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When Sam transitioned, he rebelled against the idea of "domestic bliss" in every way possible. For the longest time, he thought he needed a career, an income, something to give his life an imagined meaning. Little did he know that the happiest he'd ever be would be walking around in nothing but an apron, bottlebrush tail swaying along with a song while he did housework.

Five years ago, the thought of swaying his bare ass to pop music while doing the dishes would have engaged a deep-seated self-hatred. Men didn't engage with girly things, after all, and what was more girly than the idea of a domestic partner? Or at least that was his thought process, flawed as it was. Getting past that dysphoric block was a hurdle.

How stupid was he? Not only was keeping a clean home engaging and a lot more work than he thought it would be but seeing the relaxed, happy look on his husband's face when he got home from work was more than worth the effort. Since Sam quit his job, Mason had been so happy and attentive. Their marriage was never better. It was almost a shame that any day now, the fox could get a call back from one of the companies he applied to and would have to return to the awful drudgery of office life.

Speak of the devil. As Sam was lip-syncing to some song bubbling from his laptop, he heard the front door open and heavy footsteps plodding through the house. With a click, the lion silenced Sam's background music, sagging against his back and nibbling a pointed, black-fur-tipped ear as his arms encircled Sam's stomach, claws fluttering through his fur. A soft sigh tickled his ear, followed by a rumbling greeting. "You smell nice."

"That's the dish soap. How was work?" Swaying gently in the lion's embrace, Sam dried his paws on a nearby dishtowel, lifting his tail instinctively and pressing back against his husband's embrace. Their height difference prevented his dusky spade from finding the lion's bulge, but he knew that his rump was an enticing sight, all soft dark-red fur, and puffy tailhole.

"Boss was on my ass all day. Remind me to stop working overtime if he won't pay me for it." Growling lovingly, Mason bit down gently on Sam's ear, his greedy paw slipping between the fox's thighs to play with his soft cookie. "You want to fool around? I've been sitting in a chair all day. Could use a workout." Splitting soft lips with his middle finger, he squished his paw pad against Sam's clit, spreading his growing wetness over the sensitive nub.

Nodding and bracing himself against the counter, Sam let out a gentle moan, biting his lower lip as mason's finger squished in and out of his welcoming hole. Feeling Mason's bulge against the small of his back only made him wetter, increasing the symphony of sloppy noises between his legs. There was nothing hotter than Mason coming home ready to ravish him. "You know you don't have to ask, babe. I always want you." He cooed, rolling his hips to fuck himself on Mason's digit.

Gentle fingers removed Sam's apron, then took hold of his hip, guiding him away from the remainder of the dishes. Strong arms swept Sam off his feet and brought him face to face with a gentle smile, his butt supported by the kitchen table. "Don't wanna get a condom. We're making a mess." Came that rumbling voice as soft lips captured Sam's, the lion's mane encircling both of their faces as a sandpapery tongue rolled past Sam's eager lips.

"As long as you help me clean it up." Teasing the lion as a delving digit abandoned his clit, slipping into the wet confines of his hole, Sam silenced his moan against Mason's lips, spreading his legs wide to show himself off. Ironically, his feminine body was his pride and joy now, with thicker thighs and a slim belly leading down to his needy hole. More padding was a blessing when an eager lion slapped his balls against his ass.

"Where do you want me, baby?" Breaking their kiss, Mason kissed his way lower, trailing his lips over the silvery, hairless scars left over from Sam's top surgery, then licking lower, taking his sweet time and pausing Same's navel. "You want a deep breeding, or do you want to be my dirty boy?" He asked, trailing twin lines of kisses along Sam's dark red thighs and stopping inches from the fox's spade, his fingers withdrawing and leaving puffy lips parted and glistening.

Fuck, Mason knew how to press his buttons. Sam struggled internally with his decision as the lion circled his sex, never giving those needy lips the attention they begged for with gentle clenches. There was something so satisfying about the lion pounding his cookie until it foamed with cum, but Sam's favorite was anal. Mason's balls pulsed against his needy cunt while he emptied himself into Sam's tight ass so messily, and the dull ache afterward reminded him of Mason. "You've had a rough day. Think you deserve a treat." He murmured, disengaging to turn himself over and offer his rump to the lion's appraising eye.

"Oh yeah? It's only for me, huh?" Spreading Sam's cheeks with paws that could envelop a whole cheek, Mason kissed Sam's well-used pucker. "Not at all because you're a hungry little butt slut?" He teased, a purr coloring his voice as his tongue swept over Sam's clenching star. Settling in, he pressed soft kisses to the fox's hole, his tongue trailing small circles over sensitive skin and setting Sam's nerves alight with the deliberate prickle of his barbed tongue.

"M-Maybe not." Pressing his cheek to the table, Sam squirmed under Mason's slickening ministrations, his spade throbbing needily and dribbling his arousal. "There's no reason we can't both have fun, right?" His tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth, he wiggled his hips, his tail flicking uncontrollably from side to side with every lick.

"There's the slutty fox I fell in love with." Cooing his approval, Mason stood, his belt clicking and pants rustling as they fell to the ground. The soft silken caress of his tie teased Sam's back as the heated weight of his cock slapped down on his exposed hole, its tip smearing across the base of the fox's tail as the familiar press of his balls kissed against Sam's dripping sex. "You sure you want me in your ass? You're so wet." He teased, splitting those soft lips and prodding his feline cock against Sam's entrance.

"Don't tease~!" Sam whined, hoping for a moment that Mason would take the initiative and soothe the hungry pulse of his dribbling sex. When he was this turned on, it was hard to ignore his cunt's demands, but that only made anal more fun. It was a softer sort of pleasure that built more slowly but exploded into satisfaction all the same.

"Yeah, yeah. I know what you want, slutty kit." Replacing his cock with two massaging fingers squishing Sam's spade around, teasing his sensitive lips, Mason returned his cock to Sam's ass, smearing his wetness over his tailhole. Pressing forward and beginning the slow stretch that would bury him in Sam's ass, he took hold of Sam's tail with his spare paw and tugged it upward with a playful growl. "Not gonna stop 'till I fill you up."

Shuddering at that sexy, growl-tinged baritone and the dull ache of his stretching hole, Sam closed his eyes, a high-pitched groan leaving his lips. Arching his back, he pressed back into the first thrust, desperate to take all of the lion's tapered, barbed cock. Still dribbling his desire, he dug his claws into the solid wood table, too far gone to care about the damage he might cause.

Using his handhold, Mason dragged Sam back until the fox's butt squished against his crotch, his cock bucking as he hilted. Hunching over, he let his belly rest on the fox's back, showing off the product of months of good food and a lazy lifestyle. "I'll never understand how I fit inside you. Such a tight little slut." He praised, fingers playing Sam's spade like an instrument.

"J-Just fuck me~," Sam whined, pushing back in desperation. Mason's teasing raised his sensitivity to a fever pitch, making him desperate for the raw thrust of feline cock. While he knew he'd be sore in the morning, he didn't care. He wanted to get fucked into the table and left passed out and dripping.

"But you're so cute when you're needy." Mason cooed, his hips moving in a slow rhythm that didn't quite satisfy Sam's cock lust. "Maybe I'll go nice and slow. See just how whiny you get." Sliding two fingers to the root, he stuffed the already overfull fox, coaxing a stream of wetness down his fingers. "You're so soft. I bet I could keep going for hours."

"I-I-" Whimpering, Sam tensed up, clamping down on Mason's cock as the slow glide of his fingers teased an orgasm from his squirming body. He could feel every pulse of that massive lion cock, every drool of Mason's pre, prolonging his pleasure. Trailing off and humping forward with soft grunts of need, he fucked himself on those slowly thrusting fingers, filling the air with sloppy, wet slurps.

"That's it." Finally speeding his thrusts, Mason pounded his fingers into Sam's spasming hole, his cock scraping along sensitive inner walls as he shook the table with his ardor. "C'mere." He murmured, yanking Sam back into his lap and flopping backward into a kitchen chair. Bouncing him with one paw, he cradled Sam against his chest, his balls slapping against the fox's stretched, dripping sex.

Too far gone to speak, Sam could only silently beg for Mason's touch, bracing himself against the table and slapping his rump downward into every hard thrust. Every twitch inside brought him closer to another finish, his oversensitive pussy clamping on Mason's fingers and his ass desperately clinging to every thrust. With another trickle of wetness down those roughly pounding fingers, he reached his peak again, going limp and falling backward onto the lion's welcoming body.

"Gonna-" With a growl, Mason hilted, savagely stroking Sam's pleasure button as warmth bloomed inside the fox, filling his ass with gooey approval. Panting, he wrapped his arms around the sagging fox, still stirring his spade with slow thrusts of his fingers as he swelled out Sam's stomach with his load, leaving his otherwise slim figure bulging.

"Mmmph. What has you so worked up?" Sam spoke once the electricity of his finish stopped destroying all thought, keeping his legs spread for Mason's playful fingers. The scent of cum and sweat overpowered dish soap and other cleaners, and he could feel the lion's chest moving in self-satisfied pants. Resting his paws on his husband's arms, he trailed his fingers over muscled forearms, delighting in their flex.

"You, silly." Came Mason's voice from above as he squeezed the smaller fox, stilling his fingers but still soaking them in Sam's honeypot. "I get so horny at work knowing what's waiting for me when I get home. That damn apron's like catnip." Holding Sam's paw in his own, he threaded their fingers together, still buried in the fox's ruined hole.

"Oh yeah? Should I get a jockstrap to go with it? Something leather you can hold me up with while you use me?" Sam teased, hissing through his teeth softly as Mason's cock jumped inside him. Mason was so predictable. There was something to be said for being easy to please.

"It's not just what you're wearing." Groaning aloud as he slipped free from Sam's ass, Mason dragged his fingers free, bringing them up to his muzzle and licking them clean of Sam's stickiness. "Am I an asshole if I say I like having someone to care for the house so I can focus on work? I feel like I can relax when I get home, and it's all thanks to you."

"Well, don't get used to it. I'm still looking for a job." Sam lined his ring up with Mason's, dragging those strong arms around him and wiggling his dripping butt in the lion's lap. "Once I'm back at work, we'll start splitting the chores again." Admittedly, the idea left a bad taste in his mouth. It seemed selfish when he thought about it, but Sam wanted things to stay how they were. He and Mason hadn't fought in weeks.

Squeezing the fox tight, Mason sat silently for a moment. "Do you have to go back to work? I was offered a new position at work. If I take it, my salary will go up. We can cover our bills and then some with just my income." Resting his chin on Sam's head, the lion trailed a claw over Sam's stomach. "If you wanted to, you could stay home."

"Mason, I-" Sam wanted to tell Mason that he felt he was taking advantage of the lion's generous nature. Still, it was a tempting offer. At home, he didn't have to worry about how he was perceived, deal with any of the office politics, or his anxiety rearing its ugly head. Would it be so bad to lean into a better situation? "Maybe I will. But I'm not your maid. You still have to take care of yourself."

"I'll rinse my plates and take care of my dry cleaning, I promise." Mason yawned, his paws encircling Sam's waist. "Now, how about we celebrate? I'll order Chinese food-" Hefting Sam, he turned him around to face those piercing eyes and that dashing smile. Pulling him into a kiss, he murmured against the fox's lips, sending a shudder through Sam's afterglow-infused body. "-but first, I think I have a different sort of fortune cookie to eat."

Meeting Mason's kiss with growing excitement, Sam let the lion carry him upstairs, his heart beating out of his chest. Life as a house husband didn't seem all that bad.