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Vincent yawned and stretched his arms over to the other side of the bed, only to find that his fox had already gotten out of bed. He usually always does when the lion feels like cuddling in the morning. He stretched and groaned as his back popped, and then threw the covers back and got up. As he covered his maw to yawn again he realized why he had woken up. The delightful scent of bacon. He grinned, if there ever was a reason to get out of bed in the morning then your mate making you fresh bacon would be it. He strolled into the kitchen, and as he thought, his mate Dan was making breakfast; specifically pancakes and bacon. He took a long sniff of the fragrant air, and licked his lips.

"Morning hot-stuff." The Vincent growled. "It smells good in here."

"And is looks like you're up and about in more than one way." Dan giggled and pointed at the nude lion's morning wood.

"You are getting one yourself foxy," Vincent said. He walked up behind Dan and began rubbing his nude form. The red foxcock quickly came out of its sheath and shone in the morning sun. He moved his paw south and started fondling Dan's balls, he licked his partner's neck like he was grooming it, and his other paw squeezed the fluffy cheeks firmly.

"Please Vince, I n-need to finish breakfast. We can't be late for work again." Dan moaned.

"Oh you need to relax foxy, and let me help you." Vincent grinned widely. He let go of Dan's hard rod and slipped a finger into the fox's tight tailhole. He heard a slap of pre hit the cabinets. "Don't let your pancakes burn, hot-stuff."

Dan yipped softly and flipped the three pancakes currently on the griddle. He found it very hard to concentrate with that finger pressing into him, he pushed himself back onto the finger until it was all the way in him, and he moaned loudly in the kitchen, blushing as the acoustics made is sound even louder. Then the finger found his button and pressed down hard. He could feel the pre running down his cock and balls as he mewled. He yiffed softly each time his lion rolled his finger around his prostate firmly, groaning lewdly each time the finger dug into it.

Vincent was grinning madly at the naughty sight of his foxy grinding against his paw and trying to remember to cook at the same time. It was so sexy to be in complete control of his mate with just a finger, to make him whine and shudder in pleasure, to make his cock give little spurts of pre with a little more pressure, and to make his foxy unable to do anything else. He rubbed the little bump in small circles like he was polishing it, and whimpers of ecstasy echo in the kitchen. He pushed down with no small force and ran his finger up across it, and he could feel the pre from hard, red foxcock above starting to run down his paw. He teased the bulge by just lightly drawing his finger over it, and the tight tailhole would squeeze down on his finger while pushing back to try to get more joy from the tormenting digit.

A long whine escaped Dan's muzzle as he shakily poured new batter onto the griddle. He was torn between making Vincent stop so he could finish breakfast and get to work on time and just letting the lion have his way. At least until he realized that if his lion wanted it then he would take it. Consequences be damned. He yipped as the finger pressed down hard against his prostate again, right as he tried to flip a pancake, it landed bend in half. He yiffed under his breath as a second digit joined the first in the massage, while he tried to fix the wonky pancake. He bit his lip as the new coordinated movements tried to milk his prostate to hold more embarrassing groans in, as he stacked a fresh trio of warm fluffy flap-jacks on the plate.

"They look so tasty hot-stuff; it's so nice to have a mate who treats me as nice as you do." Vincent whispered in Dan's erect ear with a smile. He loved every minute of being able to make his mate moan and squirm in his gently firm grip, and those moans only make his lioncock grow harder and start dripping. With two fingers he was able to press his foxy's button from either side and squeeze it like he never could with just one finger. He could feel how close his foxy was to cumming, and he pressed down hard on the little bump.

Dan cried out, dropping the pancake-laden spatula on the counter. His cock jumped and shot its creamy goo all over the lower cabinets. Dan felt like without Vincent's fingers in his tailhole he would fall over as he was emptied. He panted in his afterglow, and continued moving the finished flap-jacks over to the plate. He whined sadly as he felt the fingers pull out of his ass.

"I think you're ready for the rest of me now." The lion growled and nibbled an ear. He continued to growl as the tip of his cock entered his mate, knocking past the sensitive lump, making the foxcock begin hardening again. He licked his mate and pushed in deeper, not that he needed much force. His foxy's tailhole was more than welcoming, it was hugging his cock and yet loose enough to let him slid in balls deep with one thrust. He purred and began to fuck his mate slowly, longing to savor this feeling for the whole day, but they both had to work in an hour, so he quickly sped up his pace.

The fox yipped each time the spined cock scritched his prostate on the thrusts, and sighed as he had just finished making the last of the pancakes before his mate had started humping his ass so hard that he hit the counter on every thrust. He reached around with his now free paws and pulled his mate into a kiss.

Their tongues licked over each other before they even pressed their lips together, twisting and wrapping around each other. As their lips finally met they explored deeper into each other muzzles, running over teeth and gums while their hips thumped together with wet noises. Sadly, they had to break the lip-locking to breath.

Dan gasped for breath as his felt his mate pick up speed, now hearing him let out deep growls as his climax quickly grew. The thrusts forced air from his lungs, making him whimper like he was keeping time with a clock. He gripped the counter tight, his mate had bit him firmly on the neck, he pushed himself back further onto his mate's cock, his mate was desperately trying to get his cock deeper into the warm ass, and he yiffed lewdly when he felt his tailhole fill with warm spooge, his mate had growled while he unloaded his balls. He wrapped his paw on his cock, now eager for one more release. He fucked his paw rapidly. The cock in his ass pressed his button while he humped. His cock let go of yet another load, spraying it on the floor.

"I love you, hot-stuff." Vincent purred sweetly in Dan's ear.

"Love you too Vince," Dan smiled and snuggled with his mate. "But I think we need to finish breakfast quickly if we want to get dressed in time."

"We could just call in sick and spend the whole day together like this, me in your butt and us snuggling, you can't tell me that doesn't sound nice."

"It does, but we've done that too many times already. Here's your plate, now go get the syrup."

The lion's nose went crazy inhaling the delicious aroma coming from his pancakes and bacon. "You are too good to me hot-stuff." He said, giving his mate a slap on his dripping ass.