FSE

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"Ah!" Weekly gasped, abruptly finding himself squished against the other man's beef. His breathing grew erratic as his fingers toured the muscles they found purchase on.

Blacksad delighted in the flustered visage of the weasel. "Hey, I'm only giving you what you wanted."

"S-So you are." Not only did the feeling of strength emanating from the cat's body further enticed Weekly along, but also an unmistakably masculine scent wafting from the button hole in front of his nose. They'd both noticed their natural aromas heighten as a result of their workouts, the musk inviting a closer look when noticed. It was during his appreciation for his friend's form that he realized something pressing against his torso - something solid, but moveable, and he instantly recognized what it was. "Seems like you want this too."

"I never said I didn't!" Blacksad chuckled. While he didn't have an issue with the other man getting closer to him, letting it happen by his front door provided far less room to do so than what he'd prefer, not to mention the height disparity made things a tad awkward. "I think we oughta move somewhere a bit more comfortable for this."

Before Weekly had a chance to ask where, he felt himself being hoisted off his feet, being slung over the housecat's shoulder much like the strap of a satchel. His world momentarily grew twice as tall as the private investigator wandered through the apartment, feeling himself eventually be unceremoniously plopped onto his friend's soft bed. "You know I got legs, right?"

"Mine are longer," Blacksad said, bending down in front of the mustelid. "Though I can't help but notice that you didn't seem to hate that at all." Emphasizing his point, he directed the other man's gaze down to view the throbbing tent in those slacks.

A crimson blush took over Weekly's face, a goofy grin curling the corners of his lips. "Yeah, it was pretty hot."

Blacksad watched the encased dong wriggle in the fabric as he traced his finger up the weasel's brawny leg, further eliciting a huff of approval from the shorter man. He slowed his movement the closer he got to the mustelid's crotch, not needing to look up to see the photographer squirm. Getting bigger had a rising effect on their sensitivity that the pair of them liked to exploit on one another.

Weekly continued to be red in the face as the other man's hand neared his basket, reaching forward to undo the fly of his pants. That lessened the pressure within, causing his turgid hog to occupy the free space, his precum staining his boxers. His nostrils flared when he felt the detective's hand caress his shaft along the fabric. "Y-You've got a delicate touch for a big guy."

"I've had quite a bit of practice" Blacksad continued on with undressing the shorter man, pulling the waistband of those undergarments down to liberate the weasel's pole and exposing it to the air. He continued until he managed to yank the band down below the other man's balls.

Weekly gasped when he felt the elastic thrum against his orbs, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure rocketing through his nervous system. "God, I'm leaking so hard already."

While Blacksad noticed that and would normally attend to it, he instead decided to keep going, running his hands along the mustelid's thighs until he reached the photographer's ample cheeks and pulled them out of those slacks. The process of removing the pants was a relatively painless one even if the weasel's bulk filled it out more than it used to. That left the shorter man in his grasp.

Weekly's nerves felt electric with arousal as he let the feline manhandle his rear, though his eyes went wide when he once again felt the ground escape him. The sensation persisted until he felt himself once again pressing against the cat's torso, only with his lips locked in an embrace. He melted into the kiss, his eyes closing as the ecstasy of feeling the detective's tongue wrestle with his coursed through his veins. In that moment he felt complete.

The kiss felt just as good for Blacksad, who wrapped his arms around the mustelid's stout body. He kept it up until his own endowment pulsed from arousal. "Shall we get your top off next?"

Weekly was about to emphatically agree, though another idea popped into his head first. "How about I help you outta your clothes as well?"

"That was the plan from the start." With that, Blacksad gently tossed his friend onto the bed, waiting for the shorter man to sit up before moving in closer. "So, you ready--"

"No, no, no," Weekly patted the mattress, "come here on the bed."

Blacksad saw no reason to object. With a shrug he took the spot beside the weasel, though found himself being pushed backwards. "What are you up to?" He chuckled.

"Makes it easier for me," Weekly giggled. Like the feline did before, he let his fingers daintily advance up his friend's swollen legs, hearing the taller man struggle to maintain composure. It put a wry smile on his face when he made it to the housecat's package and saw the outline of that schlong writhe beneath two layers of fabric. That prompted him to undo all fasteners and free the pillar like his had been. "Man, this thing seems bigger than it was before!"

"I think it honestly is," Blacksad mused. "I couldn't tell you why, though."

"Hey, I'm not complaining!" Weekly's grin stretched from ear-to-ear. He did the same as the cat did to him and pulled those pants down, uncovering a pair of densely-packed black-furred legs that tensed from the constant contact provided. "It's almost like it wants to match the rest of you." Fully intent on provoking the detective's libido, he focused his efforts onto one of the taller man's quads, hands firmly gripping onto the bloated muscle group, feeling it flex twice its size.

Blacksad's breathing grew laboured the more the photographer worked his thigh. "I'm not opposed to that." While he enjoyed the ministrations given, he still aimed to relieve the two of them of their clothing. He spied an opportunity to do so while his lover was distracted, swiping the flat cap from that red-furred head and placing it on the end of his tumescent spire.

"Hey!" Weekly instantaneously grabbed his hat back, inspecting it for any pre stains, though finding none.

"You seemed a bit distracted, so I thought I'd bring you back on track," Blacksad said, hooking a finger through one of the straps on the weasel's tank top. That brought the shorter man closer to allow for a fuller grasp of the top, gingerly yanking it off and giving him an uninhibited view of the mustelid. The other man had a naturally long neck, though more and more of it got swallowed up by a pair of burgeoning traps that gradually grew larger the more time was spent working out. Other people might think it looked odd, but he couldn't be any more smitten.