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"Ah, ah, ahn-"

"Yeah, you like that don't you, bitch?"

A loud moan was all the answer Miles needed to keep going, plunging his cock into the ass of the sub he'd bagged today. The rather effeminate-looking deer had come up to him at the bar, a sultry look plainly on his face; it unsurprisingly didn't take long for things to escalate from there.

What Miles didn't expect, however, was to hear the sound of the door to the private club room he'd taken creaking open, his ears twitching and swivelling towards the source.

Momentarily turning his head away from the buck beneath him, the coyote caught sight of a pure-white rabbit peeking through the now ajar door, his white fur making a bright contrast to the crimson blush colouring his cheeks.

The rabbit, of course, quickly took notice of the fact Miles had turned his head and was now looking at him. With a rather cute yelp at being caught, the lagomorph hastily shut the door, promptly followed by the sound of rapid fire footsteps, the bunny clearly having hightailed it down the hallway, away from the door.

"Wh-what was that?" the buck asked.

"Ah, it's nothing," the coyote reassured, "just my ears playing tricks on me."

Miles, not wanting any more questions, proceeded to shut the deer up by giving him a particularly deep thrust that had the cervid moaning and squealing anew.

"Yeah, that's it, take it all, you horny slut!"

Yet, even through all the pounding and dirty talking, Miles couldn't help but keep flashing back to the white rabbit who seemed to have accidentally come to their room. The rabbit had looked quite young... super cute, too. Already, he could imagine himself railing the snow white bunny, his moans sounding unbelievably adorable, if his yelp from earlier was any indication.

'Ah, well,' he mused to himself, 'I probably won't see him again, given how embarrassed he looked... and how fast he ran away.' He internally chuckled to himself. 'Still, such a shame he left so quickly...'

Of course, never in his wildest dreams would Miles ever expect to see his thoughts proven completely wrong, in so little time, relative to what he had been expecting.

---

It had been almost two weeks since that buck from the bar, and Miles found himself back at the club, feeling completely and utterly bored, having done his shift at work and now with absolutely nothing (and no one) to do. Which meant he was left just leaning against the wall, watching the rave on the dance floor with unusual apathy, taking occasional sips from the glass in his hand. He tried looking for someone else to do stuff with amongst the crowd, but his heart just wasn't in it; sure, there were a few furs who looked in his direction with something akin to mild interest, but they always turned away after a quick peek, probably seeing the completely disinterested expression on his face and taking it as him wanting to be left alone.

Sighing heavily through his nose, the coyote noticed his drink had run out. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Miles turned to make his way back to the bar through the crowded and wildly pulsing dance floor.

"Oof!"

'Not even a few steps...' the canine thought with frustration.

He turned toward the person who had so obliviously ran into him, his face twisting into one of overt annoyance, only to transform into unbridled shock.

Right before him was the white bunny from before. Miles didn't know how he knew, but he did; that sense of recognition was something he'd learned to trust over the years, alongside many of his natural instincts.

And, as if to confirm it, the rabbit took a good look at him, and Miles could see the way his eyes widened with his own recognition. Almost immediately after that, the lagomorph broke out into a blush as intense as the one he had when he'd accidentally spied on Miles and the buck; a blush that the coyote could hardly mistake for any other, seeing as his mind had brought his thoughts back to that blush on and off over the past several days.

"O-oh my gosh, I am so sorry for that, I didn't mean to do that, I wasn't looking, I-I-"

Miles broke in before the clearly anxious rabbit could start endlessly rambling, chuckling, "Hey, it's no problem. See?" He showed the bunny his empty glass. "No drink in there, no harm done! And anyway, I wouldn't have minded all that much even if it had been full." He flashed the bunny a warm smile, just to make sure he knew he was being genuine.

The bunny still looked extremely nervous and remorseful, but he nodded to what the coyote was saying anyway, apparently accepting his reassurances.

For a few moments, the two of them stared at each other, neither one speaking a word, the only sounds, outside the rave currently going on, being their breathing. Soon enough, the white rabbit was fidgeting nervously, clearly overcome by the awkward silence that had fallen between them.

The coyote, on the other hand, was taking the time to take a far better look at the rabbit that had almost walked in on him. The guy looked quite young, probably university age, if he had to take a guess. His body was rather slim, no doubt the result of skipping meals in favour of more study time (Miles knew, he'd been there before). There were the adorable looks that most bunnies like him were very much known for, of course, but there was something beneath that cuteness... something that intrigued Miles somehow, yet he couldn't figure out what exactly it was...

Miles was broken out of his trance-like staring when the bunny spoke again.

"Uh, I... think I'll just-"

Quicker than he could think, the coyote snatched the bunny's wrist before he could leave again.

"No, no, no, it's fine, it's fine," Miles hastily reassured him, "just spaced out for a second there, it happens sometimes."

Before the rabbit could speak again, Miles was struck by an idea... a brilliant one, if he said so himself.

"Say, how about you and me get something at the bar?"

The rabbit froze for a few moments, clearly unsure of himself, before hesitantly responding in the affirmative, agreeing to follow the coyote to the bar to get some drinks for the both of them.

"Oh, and, by the way," the canine turned to the lagomorph as they weaved their way through the dancing masses, "I don't think we introduced ourselves properly. My name's Miles. What's yours?"

The rabbit took several moments to respond, seemingly steeling himself, before saying, "M-my name's Leo..."

Miles grinned, telling him, "Well, it's a great pleasure to meet you, Leo." Turning back to navigate the club, he added over his shoulder, "I have the feeling we'll become some good friends after this..."

Internally, the coyote was chuckling to himself, 'Yes, good friends indeed...'

---

By the end of their little drinking session, Miles had learned... several things about his rabbit drinking buddy. For one thing, he was quite the lightweight. By the fourth or fifth shot or hard liquor, Leo was already heavily tipsy, his head noticeably swaying back and forth despite the low amount he'd consumed. But the other, more important (to the coyote at least) thing he'd discovered about him... was that the rabbit was unbelievably sheltered and innocent. Like, when Miles made an off-handed innuendo, the rabbit just looked extremely confused, when any other fur his age would've gotten it almost immediately. The coyote ended up waving it away when Leo asked for his meaning.

This discovery was one that perplexed Miles to no end; clearly, the rabbit was of age, considering he had been allowed to enter the club, as well as the fact he was in university, studying architecture (something Miles could respect). And yet, the rabbit seemed to know as much about sex and other such activities as a child. It didn't make sense to the canine. At least, not initially.

As they chatted and drank some more, Leo felt more comfortable opening up to him. Apparently, his family were unapologetic conservatives, which meant they tended to steer away from any "sinful" topics. Along with that, his family made sure to surround him only with similarly conservative people, meaning he had little opportunity to learn anything about such things. Of course, there was sex-ed, but the way sex was taught in those lessons was rather... lacklustre, now that Miles looked back on it. Certainly nothing really practical or in-depth about it.

Leo continued, saying that he'd only relatively recently gotten into a friend group not made up of conservatives linked to his family when he'd gotten into university. In fact, it was only because of his new friends that he'd been convinced to go to this club.

Glancing at him, Miles noticed Leo's cheeks were tinted pink as he brought up that part of the story. The coyote could guess what the rabbit was thinking of when he said that, and he couldn't help but grin.

"Hey, bud, no need to be embarrassed," he said coolly, "we all make mistakes."

"But still..."

"Hey now, no need to worry about that," Miles chided Leo, "it's all good, nothing to worry about at all."

Again, the rabbit looked rather doubtful, but he shrugged it off, preferring to take another shot of alcohol. Of course, this served to make him even more tipsy and make his head sway even more.

The conversation continued for a short while, but the rabbit's lightweightedness quickly caught up to him, and Miles was left to carry Leo out of the club, the lagomorph hanging listlessly from his shoulders and softly giggling as he went.

It wasn't the first time Miles had to bring a drunk fur back from a drinking session; he easily strapped Leo into his car, before getting in himself.

"So, you stay at the dorms, bud?" he asked the rabbit. Honestly, he wasn't sure what kind of response he'd get from a completely hammered fur. Still, he decided to take the may-or-may-not have been listless nod from the rabbit as an affirmative, pulling away from the club's parking lot and heading toward the university campus, and the dorms within it.

Of course, when they got there, Miles realised he had no idea where Leo's dorm was. Fortunately, however, Leo was somehow able to lead him to what seemed like the right room despite being completely shitfaced. The coyote decided to put it down to muscle memory of some kind.

"So, this is it, then?" Miles asked, just for the sake of asking, if he was being honest; he wasn't really expecting a coherent response from Leo.

However, the lagomorph surprised him once again, pausing in entering his dorm, before suddenly turning around and wrapping his arms around the coyote.

"C-can I see you again?" Leo asked, his words a bit slurred from the drinking, but Miles understood it perfectly. And there was only one answer he had to the rabbit's question. He grinned once more.

"Of course," he crooned softly. "In fact, let me help with that. Can I come in?"

The bunny promptly nodded before opening his door. It wasn't much inside, just your typical university dorm room, with most of the other bunks empty at the moment.

It didn't take long for the canine to find what he was looking for; pens and some paper. Uncapping one pen, and taking a sheet of paper, he hastily scribbled down his number. He turned triumphantly toward the rabbit, only to find him lying facedown on his bed, his breath already slowed from passing out. Shaking his head in amusement, Miles rolled up his piece of paper as small as possible, before placing it into Leo's hand and covering it with his fingers.

Satisfied, the coyote stepped back and took a few moments to watch the rabbit as he slept; nothing too creepy, he just wanted to see what it looked like. And from what he saw, the rabbit seemed to be enjoying a nice, calm sleep.

Smiling softly, Miles whispered to the now slumbering Leo.

"Sweet dreams, bud."

He left the room right after, softly closing the door behind him, before heading back to his car, and then driving home. All along, during that drive, Miles couldn't help but smile giddily, in full anticipation of what the bunny would do with the scrap of paper he would find as soon as he woke up. Chuckling, he said to himself, "Oh, we're going to see each other many, many more times, Leo... count on it."

---

As expected, Miles woke up to a phone call from an unknown number. Picking it up, the voice that answered was unmistakably Leo's. Also as expected, the lagomorph was rather anxious, talking on the phone for the first time with the coyote, but Miles was able to bring him at ease quickly enough.

In what felt like no time at all, the two of them were spending hours upon hours on the phone together, either during phone calls or texts, talking about a whole range of things about each other's lives, Leo's academic stuff, Miles's job and work experience, hobbies, likes and dislikes, just your regular gamut of normal conversation topics between two acquaintances slowly morphing into something more resembling real friends.

And so it went on, for days, then weeks, exchanging messages to and about each other, as well as scheduling real life meetings whenever they both had free time, chatting amiably over some good food and drink or else just hanging out with each other, each one feeling more and more comfortable with the other to gradually start opening up more and more, slowly revealing ever more personal things to each other.

It got to the point where Miles had Leo mostly figured out (in his opinion, anyway). Still, despite the fact Miles knew what to expect from the rabbit for the most part, it still didn't stop the coyote from being caught completely off-guard from whatever curveballs the lagomorph happened to throw at him. Such as during one particular meet-up...

---

"H-hey Miles?"

"Mmm?"

The canine turned from idly staring at the street to glance at Leo. By now, their outings had become a sort of routine between them, always finding some time and some place to make conversation over some good food and drink. Today, they were at a rather quaint cafe on one of the more busy shopping streets.Their conversations, likewise, had become just as predictable, the topics being nothing too special for a couple of friends. Miles expected a mere trivial question from the rabbit about him that would merely require just as trivial a question. What he most definitely did not expect was-

"Can- can I come over to your place?"

While Miles was busy trying to head off choking on his breath and trying to regain his composure, Leo tried to give him a rapid fire explanation: "There's a school break coming up real soon, my parents want to go out of town for a while but they can't bring me along, I really wanna stay somewhere where I'm not bored and lonely, please don't freak out-"

"Woah, woah, there, bud, slow down," Miles chided the lagomorph as he finally got over the initial shock of being asked that question. Leo promptly squeaked to a halt, before letting out a strangled "Sorry".

"Now, how about you run this by me again a little slower this time?"

So, Leo repeated himself, and this time, Miles was able to understand what he was getting at. Of course, there was only one answer to the rabbit's initial question.

"Of course," Miles replied warmly. "When is this break of yours?"

"Couple of weeks." Leo said, rather shyly. "Only have a few more lessons and tests to go through, and I should be free."

"I see, I see," the coyote said, grinning widely. "In that case, I happily await your visit."

---

In the time between that last meeting and Leo's scheduled visit, Miles had a lot of time to go over what he wanted to do when the rabbit finally came over.

One thing he knew for certain was that he was rather fascinated with how sheltered and naive the rabbit was. No matter how much time had passed between them, he'd always given off an unmistakable air that spoke of his sheer innocence, either through text or in real life. It was somehow endearing... even arousing. Fortunately, for the past several weeks since they'd started meeting with each other, Miles had been able to reign in his more kinky, dommy side for the most part.

But now, with the opportunity to have the rabbit with him in as private a space as possible, the devious kinkster within him was starting to rear its figurative head and lick its lips. A completely naive, unknowing and unsuspecting, not to mention incredibly adorable and highly sheltered little thing like Leo, completely at his mercy for at least a week or two? The prospect was enough to have Miles's hormone levels spike.

Miles had gone through all his fantasies involving Leo and jacked off to them enough times that the coyote was now fully dead set on his plan for the lagomorph. And it was making him feel thrilled and excited, not to mention aroused, like never before.

'Next week can't come soon enough...'

---

When Leo finally arrived at Miles's doorstep, the coyote didn't start with his dastardly plans right away. Oh no, the night was still young. And besides, he wasn't that much of a horny bastard. No, he simply let the bunny make himself at home, allowing him to explore his house, (though not too thoroughly), letting him get used to the place he would be staying at for the next couple of weeks.

When Leo's stomach started loudly rumbling around dinnertime, the canine was quick to cook up a sizeable and appetising meal for the both of them, consisting of a simple yet delicious vegetable soup for the rabbit, and some tofu burgers for himself; he didn't think a herbivore like Leo would much appreciate seeing him chow down on actual meat, even if it did come from non-sentient ferals.

As they ate, Miles found himself subtly staring at the bunny as he chowed down on his soup. He couldn't help it; the rabbit was just too damn cute. His pure white fur, exceedingly soft features, his tall ears. But the biggest draw of all for Miles was the air of innocence, of sheltered naivety that Leo was exuding in spades. It all served to make the canine that much more excited for what would come after, and he had to make a concerted effort to keep himself composed before Leo took notice.

After dinner, the two of them decided to binge-watch random shows from Netflix to pass the time, considering it was still a little early to head to bed. To add to the experience, the coyote decided to break out a couple bottles of alcohol and soda, making a healthy amount of cocktails and mocktails for both of them to drink.

Leo was, understandably, hesitant to partake, but after no small amount of reassurances and cajoling from Miles, the rabbit decided to go for it. And go for it, he did. The lagomorph downed each glass at a rate Miles was not really expecting, considering his performance at the bar all those months ago. Still, Miles let him. It was all part of his plan for the bunny, anyway...

Several glasses and a couple episodes of some random anime later, Leo was once again swaying considerably, such that he had to lean on Miles's shoulder to not completely topple over. Despite that, the rabbit was still cognizant enough to make some... rather passionate statements about what was going on in the show.

It was during one of these... "statements", that the lagomorph suddenly stood up and started menacingly advancing on the TV... for about 3 steps, before he managed to almost fall flat on his face. The only reason he hadn't face planted onto the floor was because Miles was quick enough to catch him. Unfortunately, the sudden halt in movement seemed to be too much for the tipsy Leo, and the rabbit ended up throwing up all over himself.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry," the rabbit hurriedly apologised. Miles stopped him from going too far with the guilty rambling by getting him to focus on the state of his clothes.

"I- I have spares, don't worry, it's just they, um..."

Miles understood. He'd helped the rabbit to wash his clothes as soon as he got to his place, something that Miles didn't entirely get, but went along with it anyway.

"We have to get these clothes off of you," Miles said decisively. "They are a mess now." Looking at Leo's unsteady frame, the coyote added, "And I think you need to lie down."

The rabbit didn't protest, obviously seeing the merit in Miles's word, although that didn't stop his face from flushing almost as red as a strawberry as Miles stripped him of his vomit-covered clothes, down to just his underwear, which Miles found so endearing and adorable. The coyote, of course, refrained from telling him that, instead giving him a soft smile to calm him, all the while fighting to keep himself grinning too widely, and from popping a boner.

'This is it,' he celebrated in his mind, 'it's happening!'

Quickly throwing the soiled clothes into the laundry bin, Miles helped Leo into his bedroom, gently laying him down on the bed. Almost immediately, the rabbit closed his eyes and started to doze off. That was fine for Miles; it just made it all that much easier for him to carry out the next stage of his plan.

Quietly, the canine reached down under the bed, pulling out the hidden cuffs tied to the bed's legs. Swiftly, he moved to get them around the rabbit's limbs.

The first cuff snapped on with no trouble. Unfortunately, it caused the rabbit to snap awake, and he immediately started to struggle, albeit very dazedly, clearly still groggy from just waking up, not to mention the effects of the alcohol still in his system. In any case, it wasn't anything Miles had to worry about; in next to no time at all, the rabbit was firmly cuffed to the bed, spread-eagled, and completely naked, the canine having slipped the bun's underwear off before cuffing his legs, exposing every part of the bun's slim yet still visually delectable body.

Understandably, Leo was scared out of his wits, the lagomorph's eyes blown wide with intense fear and his breaths coming out in rapid bursts.

"W-w-what are you-"

"Shh, shh, it's alright," Miles quietened him down, "I'm not gonna hurt you... nah, you're way too cute for that. Instead, I'm gonna teach you about some of the things you've been missing out on."

"Wh-what's that?"

Miles grinned. "It's a surprise."

Moving away from the bed and the bunny briefly, the canine grabbed a strip of cloth from his closet, before returning and tying the cloth around the bunny's eyes.

Being blindfolded, of course, did nothing to curb the rabbit's anxiety, and Leo's body began to tremble, melodic whimpers flowing out of his lips as he did. The sight was so captivating that Miles couldn't help but to admire his handiwork for a few moments.

The thin, diminutive bunny, stripped completely nude and tethered firmly to the bed, every part of his gorgeous body exposed and his for him to enjoy softly running his hands over... and that adorably soft and criminally under-utilised sheathe of his, its member still soft and hidden safely away from the world, just begging to be awoken, to finally be used to its fullest potential... It was enough to make Miles even more giddy than before.

Shaking himself out of it, the coyote got to stripping himself naked, before crawling onto the bed next to the shivering Leo. He watched him squirm for a few moments more, before finally reaching a hand out to him.

He started first by light running a hand up and down the bun's torso, relishing the way he shuddered under his touch. He paid extra attention to when Leo let out a choked whimper when he ran his hand down certain areas of his body, especially when he playfully tweaked his nipples. A few minutes of teasing his chest and torso later, Miles decided to expand further, now running both his hands all the way along his thighs, and boy, did the lagomorph seem to like that; his whimpers now sounded closer to actual moans while he softly brushed his thighs, the accompanying gasps more sharp as well.

Miles could clearly see the result of his ministrations as he spied Leo's member slowly emerging from its sheath, until it was visibly sticking out from it, not quite hard, but far from being completely flaccid.

Grinning widely now, the coyote whispered teasingly to the bound rabbit, "Liking this, aren't you?"

The rabbit only responded with a choked moan as Miles gave his thighs another pass. Miles couldn't help but chuckle.

"If you think this is good, wait until we get to what comes after this..."

Before Leo could respond, Miles promptly leaned down, close over the rabbit's body, pressing his tongue against one of his pert nipples and slowly licking it. The rabbit immediately reacted, shuddering and loudly moaning at the sensation of a warm, wet and rough tongue languidly passing over an undoubtedly sensitive area. With his free hand, Miles reached out and began playfully squeezing and pinching at Leo's other nipple, making the rabbit writhe and moan out loud even more.

It only encouraged the coyote even more, intensifying his efforts to pleasure his adorable rabbit by having his tongue swirl around his nipples all the more harder, which made the lagomorph moan even harder in turn. A virtuous cycle, if Miles said so himself.

Finally, when Miles believed Leo to have been sufficiently teased enough, the 'yote released his mouth from the rabbit's nipples, and sat up to see what he had accomplished.

The rabbit was shakily panting, his bound arms and legs trembling, straining against his cuffs. But that wasn't the most arousing part; it was the sheen of saliva where Miles had relentlessly used his tongue to stimulate Leo's chest, and the light bruise marks that he'd left behind as he'd gotten slightly carried away with his mouth, but never enough to hurt him, no, he'd never hurt anyone, least of all Leo... and finally, the one thing that he had been aiming for, now finally achieved; the lagomorph's cock was now completely out of its sheath; not only completely out, it was fully erect, even throbbing. For Miles, it was a glorious sight to behold.

But this was only just one part of the plan... now, the coyote could move on to the next step, perhaps the best step of all, in his humble opinion.

"W-what are you..." Leo asked weakly.

"Shhh..." Miles hushed him, "you're gonna feel real good, real soon, I promise you that."

He didn't give the rabbit a chance to respond again, silencing him with a long, slow stroke along the length of his hardened cock, his solitary finger languidly teasing him as the lagomorph gasped at yet another brand new sensation.

"Do you like it?" Miles asked teasingly.

"T-this is... wha..."

The coyote laughed at just how confused this little bun was, at what was happening, at what he was feeling, at how his body was naturally responding to his ministrations.

"It's called pleasure, cutie," the canine told him in a low voice, "I don't suppose your folks ever taught you about such things?"

"Pleasure?" the rabbit cried out, "t-that's supposed to be-"

"A sin, a sign of degeneracy, something to be saved for marriage?" Miles cut him off sarcastically.

"Let me tell you, whatever your folks told you, they don't know the real half of it." Leaning in close to Leo's ear, he continued with a voice that sent involuntary shivers up the bound rabbit's body. "I'll show you what real degeneracy can be like."

With that promise delivered, the coyote wasted no time, grabbing the lube he'd left nearby in preparation, pouring a highly generous, borderline excessive amount all over his paws, making sure to spread the fluid all over them, before finally demonstrating to Leo just what he could experience in this sort of thing.

Wrapping his hand around the base of the bunny's cock, Miles slowly, slowly started to jerk the bunny off, savouring the little gasps and hitches in his breath as he was being jacked off for what was probably the first time in his life.

"This is just the start, little bunny," Miles growled lowly, a lustful rumble beneath his words.

Gradually, steadily, he began to speed up his motions, letting all that stimulation build up into something much, much more intense, especially to someone like Leo, who probably thought something terrible was going to happen to him, his breathing quickening with the pace of his paw on his dick, his moans steadily growing louder the more his cock underwent such a new sensation, his body reacting unconsciously to Miles's paws.

For a few minutes, it was only the sound of Leo moaning uncontrollably, his body twisting and moving, seemingly trying to get away from the hand that was feeding him this alien feeling, but at the same time seemingly instinctively thrusting his hips into Miles's hands, trying to do its best to achieve that most primal of all urges within all furs, his movements splashing ever-increasing amounts of precum all over his hands and their bodies. Not that Miles minded the mess at all.

"O-oh God.." Leo breathed out without thinking, "Ohhhh my gosh, oh my gosh-"

"How is it feeling for you, bud?" the coyote asked him gently.

"I-it's so... it's so intense," Leo panted out. "It's- it's too much, I can't think-"

"Good," Miles replied with a grin. "That just means you should let go, just relax, not have anything distract you from anything..."

Leo opened his mouth, apparently trying to say something, but what came out instead was a long, loud, carnal moan, his back starting to arch and his hips began thrusting vigorously into his paws, his limbs visibly trembling as they began straining against his restraints.

"T-there's- something - I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"Oh?" Miles asked, slightly surprised at how quick it had been, but to be fair, this was, probably, the rabbit's first time being pleasured, he wasn't experienced enough to hold back for too long. In any case, the coyote had no intention of stopping, now that Leo had signalled that he was about to (presumably) blow his first-ever load. "Well, then... cum for me, cutie."

"Ah, ah, ahhhhhhh," Leo cried out, moaning louder and louder, his body locking up, until finally-

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" With one last, beautiful loud moan, the white rabbit finally came for the first of many times in his life, blowing a magnificent load, long, thick strings of white shooting across his stomach, splattering all over his chest, and even some shots reaching as far as the pillow his head was resting on, even the headboard. For several seconds, the bunny's cock twitched and jolted as it shot rope after rope of thick, creamy bunny cum, painting the rabbit's body with a wonderful shine where those ropes landed, before finally petering out, a few more lonely shots landing on his tummy as said cock slowly ran out of testicle fluids, before ending all together.

Miles let go of Leo's penis, his paws now covered in cum, leaning back and luxuriantly observing the aftermath of all his hard work.

The rabbit was still breathing heavily, his chest expanding and contracting rapidly, the movements letting the room's dim lighting reflect wonderfully off of all his cum, highlighting the end-product of all the newfound pleasure Leo had experienced at Miles's hand. It was simply a perfect image for the coyote, one he took no small amount of pride in.

He didn't spend too long admiring everything, however; he did owe the rabbit an explanation after all.

Reaching over, Miles swiftly uncuffed and un-blindfolded the lagomorph, the rabbit blinking as he regained his sight. He looked down at his body, and grimaced at all the mess he'd made of himself. Miles caught his look, and asked the bun to wait a moment, rising from the bed and fetching a clean towel for Leo to wipe himself clean.

As soon as he was all cleaned up and free, the rabbit went straight to asking him questions, questions that Miles was all too happy to answer.

"What... what was all of... that?" Leo questioned softly, his head evidently still reeling from what had just happened.

"That, my sweet rabbit, was something that you've been sorely missing out on," Miles said, a wide grin on his face, "something that, in my opinion, all furs of adult age should get to experience."

"You said it was... pleasure?" The canine nodded. "But... that's..."

"I know what your folks and their friends told you," Miles cut in, "but they clearly haven't tried seeing the whole story of all this. Sure, it's dirty, it's naughty, but you can't deny, it was thrilling, wasn't it?" He turned to the rabbit, watching his reaction.

"...It... it was, it really was..." Leo murmured quietly, "but, it's just... I'm so confused right now..."

"That's okay," Miles reassured him, "I know this is all new to you, and I might have sprung it on you a little suddenly, but I promise, I only wanted to show you something that would, you know, maybe change your life a bit, for the better. I mean, it's natural for everyone to start experiencing this at some point in their lives, and you were way overdue, from what I could tell.

And besides, weren't you complaining about how boring your life was? Wasn't what happened definitely something much more... stimulating than your regular routine?"

"I mean, yes, but..." Leo trailed off, struggling to find the words. His still hormone-addled brain probably wasn't helping much. "I need to think."

"Of course, take as much time as you want."

For a few silent minutes, the lagomorph brooded, his head bowed, trying to get his mind in order, trying to figure out what to say about... everything.

Finally, the rabbit looked up, his eyes and expression a bit clearer now. Miles smiled encouragingly, beckoning him for his answer. Slowly, Leo spoke.

"What happened was... it was intense, alright... but at the same time, I- I wanted more, I didn't want it to end, to stop... even now, I feel like... doing it again. I just can't explain it..."

"You don't have to," the coyote told him firmly, "we all have our tastes, our feelings. Explaining them is a waste of time, in my opinion, so no need to worry too hard about that.

"But," he continued, a small smile forming again, "I can't help but notice you said you wanted to do it again?"

Leo nodded mutely at that, his visage showing expressions of guilt and shame. Miles was quick to notice, and addressed it.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Leo," he started, voice serious, "you're entitled to feel what you want to feel, want whatever you want, within reason, especially when it's your own private business."

Looking Leo dead in the eye, a firm expression gracing his features now, the coyote continued, "Whatever your family had to say about sex, orgasms, all that stuff, I say forget it. It's healthier to explore these parts of you, instead of repressing it for the sake of someone who isn't yourself. You have a choice here, Leo. And whatever choice you make, I'll understand it completely."

After that little talk, the rabbit took on a pensive expression, processing the canine's words and taking it into account as he formulated his response.

Lifting his head once more, Leo returned his gaze to Miles's, saying, "I've thought this through, and... I can't deny that that experience was definitely better than just studying and talking to the kids of my parent's friends instead of my actual friends, and I definitely want... something more than that, so... I... I want to experience more of this... with you. I-if you want to, of course," he hurriedly added on.

Miles, however, was ecstatic, and he let it be shown through his features and his own reply, "Of course I'll help you, cutie. After all..." he leaned and whispered into one of Leo's large ears, "I have so much more to teach you."

Leo flushed, the image of experiencing more of whatever Miles had up his sleeve sending a pleasant tingle through him, as his ears perked up excitedly.

"Excellent," the coyote said approvingly. "If you're up for it..."

Miles spread his legs out, revealing his girthy, stiff boner, the sight of which seemed to switch something on within Leo, if his awestruck expression and newly aroused cock was any indication.

"How about you try to help me with this," the canine said, grinning seductively, gesturing between their members, "and I help you with yours?"

Leo's response was eager and immediate, scooting over to Miles's side as he proceeded to teach him how to pleasure someone, just as he was being pleasured in turn.

Needless to say, it was an exhilarating and rather "productive" break for the both of them from then on. Something that would definitely tie them together in their lives for quite a while afterward...