A Weekend Visit pt. 2
#3 of Bigger and Better Things
We had been taking a leisurely stroll and after about 20 minutes of slowly circling blocks making chitchat, my stomach let out a low growl.
Robbie had been slowly leading me down the sidewalk, his paw clutching mine as our shoulders occasionally bumped against each other. "If you're feeling adventurous, there's this Indian place just around the corner."
I gave his paw a squeeze. Keeping my head forward I asked him wryly, "Trying to expand my culinary palette?"
He chuckled and gently nudged me with his shoulder, "If you don't want to I'm not forcing it. Although it's highly recommended by a certain fox you might know."
I shrugged and nodded a bit, pausing at the end of the block. "Sure. Gotta be a first time for everything. You won't let me get anything that's, like.. ya know, deathly spicy? I have a sensitive mouth."
He let go of my paw and gently pulled my chin downwards, planting a soft kiss on my lips. "I won't let you get anything I know you can't handle, sweetie." And he lightly tugged on my arm, leading me around the corner.
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Midway through the block we came to a mostly unassuming storefront with bright red curtains covering the lower two-thirds of the windows, the name 'Tiffin's' written out in ornate gold lettering. Robbie pushed through the door and paused in front of a small counter and held up two digits at a lanky snow leopard dressed in all black. I looked around the restaurant; it was pretty crowded and a little noisy, mostly Indian families were eating here, which is a good sign for me. My nose tingled with a myriad of unknown scents and I found I could really only pick out several for sure.
The snow leopard gave Robbie a beaming smile and came around the counter clapping him heavily on the shoulder with his paw and speaking with a thick accent. "Mr. Robbie, welcome back! I'm happy to see you, it's been a few days." He saw me and gave me an equally warm smile, giving Robbie another firm rap on the shoulder. "Let me show you right over."
Leading us to a small table over in the corner, he dropped off menus and quickly shuffled off to get us water.
Taken slightly by surprise, I unfolded my napkin and dropped it into my lap and drummed lightly on the menu. "So I'm assuming you come here pretty often?"
Robbie laughed, leaning back as the snow leopard dropped water glasses off in front of us and motioning over to a stout black bear who came right over to us. "Good evening, can I get you anything more to drink? Perhaps naan or garlic naan?"
Robbie smiled, "Absolutely garlic naan and I'll just have water for now, thank you."
The bear nodded and looked at me. Unsure, but taking Robbie's lead, I said: "Uhh, water for now. Thanks."
With another curt nod, the bear walked back to what I presumed to be the kitchen. Robbie cleared his throat, taking a sip from his water. "Yes, I came here pretty often. Their lunch buffet is pretty good and, as you can probably tell, they're really friendly."
I cracked open the menu, giving it a quick looking over and feeling quite overwhelmed with all the choices. "So what would you recommend to me? Since I have no idea what I'm doing."
He scratched his chin, smiling and placed his elbows on the table leaning on them. "Get the goat biriyani. It's not too spicy so it shouldn't sear your sensitive little mouth." He turned his head towards the kitchen and I saw the bear emerging from the kitchen doors.
He made is way through the tables, placing the basket of garlic naan between the two of us. "And do you know what you'd like?"
"Sure, I'll have the tandoori chicken." and Robbie handed him the menu. With a nod, the bear looked over at me.
"Umm, goat biriyani? Please."
"Ok, it will be out shortly. If you need anything, my name is Pranjal don't be afraid to wave me over." and with a smile, he walked away again.
Robbie stretched out his legs a bit, his footpaw nudging my shin and rubbing it gently. I chuckled softly, blushing and leaned back "Trying to play footsie with me?"
He shifted around, a bemused look on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about. There must be a phantom limb under the table!"
The footpaw nudged me again and he giggled, tearing off a sliver of the naan and cramming it into his muzzle. He murred softly. "Mmmm, you gotta eat this. Tasty, tasty."
I tore off a significantly smaller piece, giving it a sniff and popping it into my maw. Chewing it deliberately, I nodded and tore off a larger piece, cramming it in my maw. "Wow, this is delicious!"
He took a smaller portion, sipping his water. "I know, and it's not like they load it up with spice after spice either."
I swallowed, taking another piece. "It's just like fired bread.. earthy, smoky. Delicious."
He leaned forward with a look of triumph. "All you need to do is venture out of your comfort zone. Just wait until your meal comes around."
Finishing off the rest of the bread, I took a large swig of water. "Mmm, so how are classes and the like? We don't talk about school stuff. I kinda feel like we should."
He flicked his ear, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Why should we be obligated to talk about school things?"
I furrowed my brow and shrugged. "I don't know. It's just, ya know? boyfriend conversation material. So how is school going?"
"It's school. I'm just trying to finish up all the core classes as painlessly as possible. After another semester I'll be able to transfer onto the state university campus and finish up there."
I took another swig of water, ice rattling against the bottom when the bear, Pranjal, came over with the pitcher of water and refilled both of our glasses before shuffling back to the kitchen area. I took another sip, "He's very attentive. So what will your degree ultimately be in?"
He chuckled, covering his mouth. Still smiling, he looked down at the table cloth. "Sweet, you sound like my mom. Maybe this is why we don't talk about school stuff. But I was thinking just an English degree, gonna read me a bunch of books." He overtly nodded, punctuating the last word.
I crossed my arms and pouted. "I'm offended that you think that was a matronly question. If I were to say 'Are you doing your laundry regularly?' or 'What can you do with that degree??' I could see your argument then."
He laughed a little harder, nudging me again with his footpaw as our food arrived carried by two servers.
He was given a plate with half of a bright orange chicken on it, a veritable mountain of yellow rice next to it. He licked his lips and leaned over, wafting the steam up into his nostrils and letting out a low, satisfied murr. A bowl piled with meat and sitting on darker brown rice was placed in front of me, the steam curling up and hitting my nostrils as two smaller bowls were set in the middle.
Robbie spoke up, picking up his fork. "Thank you so much." and with that, the two servers disappeared as mysteriously as they had come.
I gave another hearty sniff to my food, picking out saffron and cardamom, maybe anise but nothing else was familiar. Robbie was tearing into his chicken when he gestured to the smaller bowls, "Those are chutneys. The whitish one is yogurt, onion, and tomato. And the greener looking one is sort of minty and a touch sweeter. It's spicy though so be careful. Try the yogurt one on the goat, it's amazing."
Nodding, I spooned a small portion of the yogurt onto a piece of goat and put it all into my mouth, chewing deliberately, savoring it. Swallowing and my eyes going wide, I nudged Robbie's leg with my footpaw "Holy crap."
He nodded knowingly and swallowed the chicken that was in his maw. "I told you."
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It wasn't too much longer before we were walking back out into the street, the night having turned chillier since we sat down to eat. I turned up the collar on my jacket and shoved my paws into my pockets. "So where is the theater?"
Ambling back up the block the way we had come, dodging folks that were coming at us, Robbie said offhandedly "It's about six blocks up, not too far." He checked the clock on his phone, "And we've got 45 minutes before the movie starts. It shouldn't take any more than 10 minutes to get there, so we have more than enough time to make it over there and get seats."
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When we had gotten our tickets and made it passed the ticket taker, a portly raccoon with a golden nametag saying 'Phil', we entered the dim room and sat in the middle of the theater. Leaning back and pulling the armrest down, I placed my paw on Robbie's knee. "Is it ok if I fall asleep?"
He cracked a smile and nudged me with his elbow, "No, it's not. I want you to watch it. If you're not careful, I'll quiz you when we're leaving."
I gave his knee a squeeze and chuckled "I never was a big fan of What's His Face. Those eyes though, absolutely gorgeous."
He huffed, trying to brush my paw off of his thigh "And what about mine?"
I turned and faced him, looking him square in the eye and kissed his nose. Speaking lowly, I said: "They're adequate." and grinned.
He leered at me, his fur poofing out slightly as he stuck his tongue out.
Laughing harder, I scooted down in my chair and rested my head on his shoulder "I'm kidding. I love your eyes; they're pretty. And mine. And I don't want to share them with anybody else." I looked up at him and he smiled before lacing his fingers through mine and setting our paws on the armrest.
He muttered softly "You're lucky you're charming."
Pairs of furs had started filing into the theater, sitting all around us but leaving a few seats or a row or two as buffer zone. Slowly conversation began to build, a murmur that would ebb and flow. Eventually I sat up and scooted closer to Robbie. He turned and pecked me on the cheek, his turn to lay his head on my shoulder.
"I'm glad you came home."
Gently stroking his paw with my thumb, I smiled "I know you are. I'm glad too."
The lights dimmed as the speakers began to make a slight rumble, signaling the start of the movie.
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About halfway through the movie Robbie snuffled and nuzzled against me. Pulling my paw up his thigh and absently resting it on his crotch, he began rubbing over it with both paws.
Not wanting to break the mood, I tried to push my paw's placement out of my mind. Ignoring my hardening cock, I focused back on the movie.
That worked until a few moments later, when Robbie let out a low moan and gently bucked against my paw. He lightly nibbled on my neck, making me purr before guiding my paw over his noticeably harder bulge.
He gave my neck another nibble and in a stage whisper said "Shawn, I want you now."
I giggled and gave his crotch a squeeze, eliciting a yip out of him. He quickly stood up and shimmied his way to the side aisle and down the stairs, waiting for me. Taking a moment to adjust the evident tent I was pitching, I stood up and followed after him as he left the theater and went into the bathroom.
I waited outside of the bathroom door and peeked inside, my muzzle met with Robbie's as he pulled the door farther and pulled me inside, locking it after me.
He pulled his muzzle from mine, leaving barely enough time between pants to say: "We're alone in here."
Nodding, I slid my paws up his front and quickly undid his shirt. Slipping them inside rubbing his furred chest and purring softly as he deftly undid my shirt. Pressing his muzzle against mine, he slipped his tongue into my maw as he undid my pants and reached into the waistband of my underwear, fondling my now hard cock and balls.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, rubbing the small of his back and making him murr loudly into my maw, knowing well that this was one of his most sensitive spots. My pants slipped down my thighs as he removed his paw from my underwear and forced the waistband beneath my cock and balls, undoing his pants and letting them fall, his cock bobbing freely and starting to leak pre.
I grinned, breaking the kiss and looking down. "Naughty, Foxy. You weren't wearing underwear the whole time." And I started to stroke his thick cock.
He bit his lower lip and let out a soft moan, "Horny, Tiger. Taking poor me in a theater bathroom."
He got on his knees in front of my, licking up the length of my shaft and sending shivers up my spine again. I ran my fingers through his headfur, purring as he engulfed the tip of my cock and rolled his tongue around it. Taking my entire length into his maw, he lightly dragged his teeth up the length of my shaft as he took it out of his maw, making me quiver and growl.
He stood again, giving me a deep kiss as I backed him against the counter with the sinks and took him by the waist. I broke the kiss and made my way down his neck, nibbling as his cock twitched and bobbed, leaking pre onto my thigh. I whispered hoarsely, "Turn around."
Doing so, he braced himself against the counter and hiked his tail up high. Looking into the mirror facing him, he saw me as I took a knee behind him. I spread his rump, dragging my tongue over his tight pink pucker, making him moan and squirm as I slipped my tongue just passed his ring. He yipped and groaned loudly as my tongue slipped into him. I'm sure if somebody were on the other side of the door they would have heard him; especially as he let out a low moan, "Mmmmm, fuck me Shawn. Please."
I dragged my tongue over his slickened hole and stood up, grabbing hold of his hips and positioning my spit-lubed cock against his tailhole. Slowly pushing into him, he let out a high pitched yip, followed by a low murr as my length sank into him.
Plunging all the way into his rump, I wrapped an arm around his chest and pulled him against me and took his ear into my maw, nibbling gently and moaning into it as I slowly, painstakingly pulled out of his rear.
He firmly grabbed the edge of the counter as I started thrusting deep and hard into him. Throwing his head back, I let go of his ear and let out a low, feral growl and my claws prickled his chest, making him moan louder. I kissed down the side of his neck, looking into the mirror in front of us, seeing him in bliss as I fucked his tight rump.
I grabbed hold of his cock with my free paw, stroking it quickly and giving his knot a squeeze, making him wince. A smile curled up his lips as he met my eyes in the mirror and bit his lower lip, following the rhythm of my, now, ragged thrusts with his own hips.
The growl started coming from deep within my chest, building louder and louder as I bit down hard on his neck. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his knot, forming a mock tie as I buried my cock deep into him and let loose, flooding his tail with my cum. My jaw tightened slightly, prickling the skin underneath his fur as I growled loudly into it, my orgasm coming over me with an intensity that made my legs feel numb.
He ground his furry ass against me, letting out a long, low moan as his cock twitched and he shot his cum over the counter in several long ropes, hitting the wall. A few short seconds later, his cum was dribbling from his tip and landing with a soft patter on the counter.
I loosened my grip on his neck, panting hard and kissing the depressed spots of fur. Robbie let his head roll back, rubbing my arms with his paws as I pulled my spent cock out from under his tail with a soft squelch.
I licked up the side of his neck, kissing the side of his muzzle and pressing my lips against his, purring softly. My chest was heaving still slightly out of breath. We staggered backwards, ending up back against the other wall giggling.
I ran my paws down his chest and over his stomach, still purring. "What time is it?"
He closed his eyes and smiled "I don't care. But we should probably make our exit."
I pressed my lips against his one last time before he pulled his pants back up and rebuttoned his shirt.
Doing the same, I unlocked the bathroom door and pressed against him, kissing him deeply before pulling the door open and walking back out into the hallway. Furs were leaving the theater our movie had been playing in.
Chuckling, he grabbed my paw and pulled me towards the exit and out into the colder night. He pressed close against me as we walked back towards his apartment. There was a moment of pause before he let out a soft sigh, "I need a shower."
I grabbed hold of his rump, feeling a moist spot around his tailhole which made him murr softly. "Isn't this uncomfortable?"
He shook his head "Nope. I love it, it makes me feel nice." He chuckled, "And filled. For a third time today, that was an awful lot."
I blushed slightly, slipping my paw into his back pocket and silently reveling in his feeling. "You really know how to get me worked up, Foxy."
Well here it is, part 3. I hope you enjoyed it. Feel free to leave comments/criticism and whatnot, I really enjoy feedback.