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"Hon Bun-" the exasperated meerkat spit in a huff as he entered the door, giving a startle to the doughy bunny conducting at the stove. The thin straps of a flour white apron dug into the soft flesh of the hare's bare torso and divided them like spheres of influence. To be greeted with the image was enough to make the bedraggled meerkat groan in naked need, the crux of his agitation already apparent. It was early enough in the evening that Alan was preparing dinner- but of course for himself. You usually sacrifice your husband's presence at dinner when he commands a kitchen at a restaurant. Ethan shut the door behind him and leaned against it, his fingers fumbling in blindness for the lock behind him.

"You're home early," Alan observed, sauce spoon in hand.

"You're wearing them, still," Ethan pointed a long skinny finger past the messy apron, where tight powder blue briefs stretched over round cheeks, the minimalist elastic band tucked under his pert tail.

"What are you making, hon bun?" he asked in a squeak of a voice, nodding his chin at the assortment of projects percolating and brewing at the stove. It never Ethan's soul to see good food go to spoil. At the restaurant, food went to the garbage all day no matter how much love and care you put into it. But the bunny tended to be a touch more apprehensive about seeing his labors go to waste in the name of the meerkat's lusts. "Could you-" Ethan's voice clipped, not wanting to ask the question directly though his clear need burned on his face. "Could you help me out here, honey bunny? I'll fix dinner, Lord knows I didn't have to at work today. I didn't want to bitch to you how slow it was. You sent me that little video of yourself slipping onto those blue undies, and I figured you must have gone shopping, and I must have watched that a hundred times on my lunch break-"

Ethan's knees began to buckle, his back sliding along the door, the short wiry tail tickling at the white-tile floor. His ankles quaked and led his whole lanky body to a subtle tremble. He clutched at the mound in his black slacks, as if to restrain or frame it, but the image he made was all for naught. Alan leaned against the counter, his finger pinching the bridge of his button nose, which twitched with a particular intensity. He didn't have to address the sight itself to regard it. It wouldn't be the first meal that would be put at risk by the eager man's needs, but given the slender frame, he wondered why he hadn't sooner doubted his Mother's advice that a way through a man's heart was through his stomach. The way to Ethan's heart, Alan thought as he turned back over the pots and pans to bare the pale blue broadside, came right through these cheeks. The rapturous whine the tease received from the crouched meerkat confirmed Alan's suspicions for the hundredth dozenth time.

"It'll be just fine, after we fuck I'll finally get that dinner I've been demanding of you," the chubby housebunny assured his husband as he turned around and tugged at the strips cutting into his plush body, letting his figure settle and the apron fall to the floor. "But not until after we scrub up, because that's nasty." As matter-of-fact as Alan's tone had become, it was that prospect that got the best response from Ethan. His back curled as it was, the scrawny varmint found himself at about eye level with his man, though his rolled downward to reacclimate to every generous curve of the snow-toned belly. His hands flinched toward the button on his slacks and manipulated them like they had power of attorney, Ethan's eye's locked on the generous form, and the man was probably naked before he could be legally held responsible for it. His jaw went slack to let escape terse, struggling whines of lust that were occasionally snapped off between the clashing of hungry teeth. Alan read the intimations in all of the obscene display: the spittle gleaming in the corner of his muzzle, the dishplate roundness of his eyes, the way even the meerkat's kinky hair glistened with sweat.

"You look fucking ridiculous sitting on the floor drooling like that," Alan declared as he offered a paw, helping the meerkat to his feet and shuffling him, pants around ankles, to the dining table where the patient could be seated in a high-backed chair.

Ethan's pants were peeled from around his legs like a winter layer. As tempted as he had been by Alan's new pair of undies, he didn't have any to show for himself. The heavy stones rested on the wood seat. The hare massaged them and fondled them, his nimble fingers wrapping around the thick base of the daunting cock to steady it and bring it to his lips. "Mmf-" the dramatic meerkat bit off as the tongue caressed along the bottom of his rod. It was so peculiarly thin, set in the rabbit's squat face, and Ethan's proud rod so particularly thick, rooted in his skeletal body. Alan labored his tongue over the prick, stretching his jaw wide as if to ease open the joints as he tongued lavishly.

A slight dollop of juice tipped Ethan's prick, the bunny's tongue curling out over his lips as he savored the taste. The bold bouquet from Ethan's balls sent a surge down the rabbit's spine that reverberated until his puff tail twitched in anticipation, though his patience in the task at hand never wavered. Usually, Alan found little pause in offering up his ample ass not too long after the cock had been appropriately shined, but knew Ethan preferred the deluxe treatment. His pudgy digits tantalized and teased the impressive package: fingertips traced from the black velvet sack to where the head had stretched its foreskin to the limits. The slit in the dark spongy flesh began to pour clear serum, the knob on the meerkat's faucet loosening with every lap of the tongue. But it couldn't spill fast enough to escape the bunny's eager slurps and sucks.

The size of it struck him, again. It was a privilege of being high-calibre, the constantly renewed shock of it. The lesson had carved itself into Alan's nerves so that his skin electrified every time the epiphany came to him in another refrain. He measured the cock against his paw, as if needing to make sure it hadn't grown since the the morning before, when they were in the laundry room. Size has a way of convincing you the natural could have only occurred through the phenomenal. He gawked at the bare boulders that almost seemed to sprout the stately trunk themselves, as if the churning at their hot centers had extruded the dick from the body millimeter by millimeter.

That was impossible, Alan knew. His own pair was more formidable, and didn't produce quite the same effect, but the image seized him regardless. Alan tried to sneak his nose under the heavy pair, but had to pull Ethan forward a degree to get the sack to rest on the slender bridge of his nose. He let one fall into his mouth, like an egg in a cup. Hot breath steamed over the shaved skin as Alan tried to balance it. His attentions to the sweat-soaked orbs extended beyond tender devotion and delved into something a tad more intimate or accessible, a straightforward and dutiful appreciation for the package.

The meerkat couldn't quite match him for sheer heft, but something about the pair seemed exceptional in his eyes, something he might only be able to make evident to Ethan by somehow guiding the meerkat's own tongue over his own taut skin to feel with his own tastebuds. A low groan rose from somewhere deep in the rabbit's chest, growing as steady as it did sure, his lips polishing the meerkat's jewels.

"And I forgot to get milk," Ethan confessed in a huff, his eyes shut tight.

"It's fine, hon," Alan dismissed him. He pressed the fat rod against his cheek, his nose buried in the man's crotch. His lungs flooded with a day's balance of musk. It lit up the bunny's nervous system in tense jolts, set him to trembling like unstable playground equipment. His leg kicked, it always did and always would. The rawness of the scent seemed to be rejected by portions of his body, prey-reflexes that tugged at him like kite strings. But as much as his leg kicked, it was a meager voice in the matter as the rest of the bunny drunk the scent like wine. He seemed to keep the sturdy prick pressed to his face as a means to steady himself for the momentary rush of lightheadedness. Spit smeared and streaked along the bridge of his nose. Though he yearned to be fucked, right there where he was on his knees, he could stay like that for an hour waiting for the meerkat's cue. He would allow Ethan as much worship as he could stand, keeping himself simply supplicant to the fat rod, and only on occasion adventuring for another lick to sustain the man's taste in his memory. The dick pressed against his face long enough to feel the warmth of it melt into his skin. Rouge bloomed beneath his fur like a blight creeping up from his chest.

"I stopped at the store, even, I-" Ethan's lanky arm draped over his eyes, gave him a private space where he could interrupt his thoughts with moans indulgent as ice cream.

"It's fine, Babe," Alan reassured and realized he wouldn't have to address this issue again if he had a dick in his mouth. He put a hand at the base of the dark rod, peeled back the foreskin, and slid the shining head over his tongue. He sheathed the prick in his throat, only a hitch in his chest giving the least hint to any difficulty. A hand clamped down on the back of his head and held him with his nose buried in the short wiry fur, his tongue whirling and writhing and squirming out from the unhinged jaw like a person in a daze.

The roots of the bunny's hair were tested as Ethan's fingers took a sure hold on the silky mat. "Ohhhhhhhhhh-" Ethan wheezed like a slide whistle, pulling the wet pucker to the head of his prick before letting Alan's eagerness sink it once again deep into the supple throat. They dug in for the tug of war, the second of the meerkat's hands anchoring itself to the base of the right floppy ear, the thumb absently stroking the sensitive inside in little circles. The chubby bunny threw his arms around the thin figure, his fingers kneading the slender muscle, tightening their grip when he would gulp the whole of the intimidating dick. Only years of practice. Drool wet the short fuzz on the black sack, started to run in tiny rivulets to a corner of the chair, though this didn't disconcert or distract the bunny, whose broad chest rumbled with gruff rurrs of contentment. When the towering meat emerged from between the pink lips it gleamed to show where the tongue had pampered it.

"Ernnng," Ethan sobbed in need, one eye opening to a thin slit to plead with the man prostrated before him. Alan parsed the sob, knew that sob, but waited to see if he'd hear it again. His tongue lapped where the balls meet the shaft, the length of it draped over his face. "Ernnnnngg," Ethan prompted Alan to lift himself up to his feet. One feet came out of the new blue undies, then the other, and then the bunny tossed them aside. The meerkat sat with a hand at the base of his slick prick, holding it at attention. The stout thighs straddled the weaselly frame, perched on the even slighter wood support of the dining table chair. The rose fuzz on Alan's chest tickled Ethan's nose as he leaned forward, letting his plump cheeks slide backward onto the stout rod, knowing he was in the right spot when it perfectly settled into the groove of his ass.

A paw wrestled with the rod for space, spit-slick fingers slipping in succession into the ring, Alan only in a touch of a hurry to spit himself on the waiting cock. Every earnest sob, growing in intensity with the number of fingers, from his meerkat needled him. The plum head shoved the meerkat's hand aside, baring hard against the loosened hole, the globe of a head sinking easy into the alabaster fuzz. Alan gripped himself by each rump, plied his cheeks apart, and impaled the pulsating dick as deep into his ass as the spitlube would allow him to grind. The last pair of inches came in a curt thrust, the overzealous mongoose pulling the familiar plush cheeks into his lap.

"Sit there for a moment," Ethan pleaded, his anxiety and energy starting to crest and subside as he found himself sunk balls deep into the rabbit. Now Alan huffed and moaned, his chest puffing out for the effort, his leg kicking again in unpredictable beats. Ethan spoke between and through low growls of animal pleasure, "Oh, fuck, honey bunny, you don't know how badly I was looking forward to this." He kissed the rose fuzz on his husband chest as he raked his nailed through the fur in his back, leaving a trail like a tractor.

Alan lifted himself up on the prick, a hand on the bony shoulder for support while the other gripped his stubby girth. When the head had nearly popped from the hole, the piles of soft cotton descended around the thick rod, again, taking it as easily as a handshake. The next came a little faster, a little easier, and in only a moment more the bunny had churned himself to a brisk yet steady pace. The beating in his rebel leg had ceased, only his toes curled up against the pads of his feet, his pedicured nails scraping along the tile floor. The meerkat kept his hands sunk into the soft cushions at either side of the hare, suggestively pulling and pushing the hips in a losing effort to perfect the pace. Alan continued at his own clip, milking each inch to its maximum value. The wooden joints of the tortured antique chair shrieked under the load, but work pressed on undeterred. He wrapped his thick arms around Ethan's head for stability and comfort, pulled the braided head under his chin.

"Lean back a bit-" Ethan cooed at first, then repeated himself with a bit more force, sinking his fingers into the soft gut to repel the body a measure. Alan obeyed, sure enough, attitude probably never necessary. He steadied himself against the table, slowing his thrusts a bit to accommodate for the slight awkwardness of it. The hands stayed where they'd sunken in, the fingers gripping the generous flab with surprising tenacity. Slowly, they loosened to crawl over and survey the familiar territory of the bunny's body. They moved in wide, adventurous circles, curled slightly so that the sensitive fingertips got the lion's share of the treasure. In due time, they slid underneath the plump ass and, as the meerkat stuffed his cock to the hilt into the bunny's ass and stood up and out of his chair, levered the husky body onto the table top. They upset a bowl of fruit posed at the center, but fruit is cheap, and good dick fetches a steep price anywhere.

The snow white feet lifted high into the air, held there as they were at the ankles. The drives and thrusts were immediate and to the point, Ethan not quite so interested in playfulness and staging as his better half. A stern look of concentration had settled into his face, his front teeth biting into his bottom lip, Ethan fucked Alan for every inch the bunny's ass could give him. He hooked his hands into the meaty thighs and made his balls slap a steady rhythm against the bountiful cheeks. Pleas to keep his pace went unnoticed, as Ethan had passed the tipping point. His stringy thighs pistoned with ferocity, only having been oiled and stretched by the day's light work.

One of the rabbit's hands reached for the edge of the table like a falling man for a cliff's ledge, and the other wrapped fast around his cock, stroking it in short bursts with a fevered mania.

"I'm gonna cum-" Ethan announced, his teeth snapping with the terse proclamation. He rutted defiantly on, not taking mind of his words, really, as if they had been delivered from a deeper, more reptilian part of his brain. "I'm gonna cum-" the simple nerve center called again, the whiskers on the meerkat's muzzle twitching with want and need, with the rush and flood of expectation.

"Errrrng," Alan said, which could be parsed as "me too" in the heightened, primal state the two shared. The bunny's tremendous balls clung tight up against his body, seeming to glow red through the white fuzz, as if ready to burst.

Ethan pulled the plump ass against his hips and held it there tight. Groans and whines dribbled from his muzzle as what felt like a deluge spilled into the worn hole. He delivered a few curt, abbreviated thrusts, seed seeping out from the seal his dick made with the abused ass. "Oh- Oh- Oh-" Ethan spit in abbreviated huffs, his gangly legs quaking comically with the burden of it all. A day's frustrations poured into the open hole, and as the staff drew back for each new final thrust, more of it dripped back out.

The meerkat plowed on with determination, sensing the bunny on the brink, and Alan burst after a handful more. Thick ropes of pearlescent cum poured over his chest and soaked almost immediately into the fur so that it'd be impossible to know where it all landed, save for where the rose of his chest was stained. Wherever it all went, Ethan sunk his cock balls deep into the pliant ass and waited for the stump of a geyser to drain. The stocky body writhed and shook with the animation of roiling storm clouds, the deft crests of white fur shifting easy until they slowly settled.

When Ethan was done, the laid laying and moaning together on the table top, words slow to come to them. The meerkat pulled himself from the bunny's ass, taking a vulgar pleasure in surveying the damage he'd done to it. With one hand supporting his sagging cock, he used the other to clean a little bit of his mess from under the tail. Whatever he did, Alan was probably right. It would definitely be nasty to cook in this.

"You'll look ridiculous walking around with spunk and nonsense dripping all out of you," Ethan observed, a witticism fit for the New Yorker. "I'm going to carry you to the shower," Ethan said, slipping his arms around the bulky body.

"No-" Alan said, immediately snapping from his daze and rolling to get off the table, "You're not carrying me, I'll walk."

"Wouldn't you rather be carried? Let me carry you-" Ethan groaned, trying to cradle the hefty body. Something in his back popped.