All I Ask For Is A Warm Bed
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All I Ask for Is A Warm Bed
By Iffy Jottere
* WARNING: Not only does this story contain graphic depictions of male-on-male sex, but it is also sickeningly sweet and sappy. Those of you who are either not of legal age to view such material or are just not in the mood to see two lovey-dovey weasels adoring each other are kindly asked to leave.*
Oh and late addition: All characters and the setting of Clawfield are C. 2005 to me All characters and settings are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead, except where otherwise inferred is coincidental.
Iffy sat fidgeting in the passenger seat of heather's car. In his haste to be back home before Mustel got home, he had forgotten entirely that Heather had taken him home with her by car. He told her where he and Mustel lived, and miraculously, she knew how to get there. Turned out they did their computer shopping at the same store, and Heather passed their street every time.
He smiled at her, and she smiled back, head snapping back to the road. Iffy blushed a bit. "I know she's got a boyfriend already," he thought, "but is it so wrong of me to want to rub her a bit, after what we just did?" He sighed audibly. He knew his place: until she needed affection, until she made the first move, as she did earlier, he was just a well-meaning friend.
Heather caught on to Iffy's distress. "What's wrong, Iffy?" she asked, as they were fast approaching the last light before the turn to Iffy's street.
Iffy murred sadly and looked down. "I'm a little embarrassed, but...I kinda want to..." He almost bit his tongue in guilt. "Pet you a little bit."
Heather cut him off with a paw on his thigh. "Like this?" She grinned.
Iffy, taken aback, stammered.
Heather kissed his cheek. "If you did more than that, I'd be mad. But after what you just did for me, you're entitled to a little show of affection, Iffy. At least as long as my boyfriend doesn't see it." She didn't need to say that although her guy had given her permission to carefully, and with all neccessary precautions, take a trusted friend into bed to relieve her stress while he attended school far away, it was a different ballgame entirely when he was actually around.
Iffy's eyes brightened, and he gently patted her thighs and knee, as they slowed to a halt at the light. He then leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
Heather then tilted her head at the last second, and mashed lips into him. Upon Iffy's shocked withdrawal, she said, "That includes kissing too, honey. Kiss me like a man!"
Iffy thought to himself, "Well, me being somebody's boyfriend kinda makes me more like a woman sometimes, but..." He didn't finish that thought, didn't even bother to voice it. He simply kissed her cautiously, one eye on the traffic light, the other on
her lovely blue eyes as they closed, the female otter moaning into him.
The light changed, and Iffy sheepishly pulled his lips away, making Heather blink. She saw the light, and turned left up the hill leading eventually to Iffy's front door.
Iffy looked at the dash clock. It read 2:35. He still had plenty of time before Mustel came home. Enough time to shower off and lay down for a while. He would have been quite embarrassed to still have Heather's scent on his crotch when Mustel came home. Even if all it would do is lead to jokes and smiles, and a few more enthusiastic licks down there...
"Hmm,"Iffy thought. "Maybe I SHOULD leave her scent on..."
He turned to Heather, and kissed her softly on the lips one more time. "Well, here it is. Maybe someday you'd like to meet him? You know, as a friend."
Heather hugged him. "Hmm..maybe. But right now, I've got to go. When Magnet does get back, she'll want help with her schoolwork." Heather sighed. "You have no idea how frustrating it is to have to teach a family member anything."
Iffy scratched his head. "Don't be so sure. I had to teach my father everything he knows about computers, pretty much. He can't even edit his resume without me on the phone with him!"
Heather and Iffy had a little laugh. "I'll see you later, okay, Iffy?"
Iffy kissed her again, and clambered out of the car. "Yup. Bye, Heather! Thanks again, for everything. And I do mean everything."
Heather chuckled, and started up the road, while Iffy crossed the street and went home to clean himself up before his love got home.
At 3:15, a ferret jangled his keys in the lock of the second floor apartment where he and his otter made their home. A pair of glasses sat in front of his black m-shaped mask of fur, glasses he rubbed against his clean button-down shirt to clean, then put back on his face as he put his keys back in his pocket.
"Hello?" He called into the empty air of the living room, closing the door behind him. A turn of the upper deadbolt lock and the door was secure, allowing him to unbutton his shirt and pull it off. It was always good to shed the trappings of polite society, especially in the summer. He noticed that it was unusually warm in the house, and the air conditoner was not humming. He knew, then, that his mate had been out nearly all day. He always turned the A/C off before leaving the house, but was unreliable when it came to turning it back on again.
He flicked the switch, and felt a warm rush of air gradually turn cold as it gusted through his soft brown fur. It felt good to be home again. It would feel even better to pull off his tan slacks, but that would have to wait. Leaving clothes all over the house was Iffy's schtick, not his. Sure enough, a damp bathing suit lay flopped over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
"Well," thought Mustel to himself, "at least it's not dripping." He took the damp trunks, and took them to the bathroom, just to his left a few yards**. He hung them up on the shower curtain rod, and took a few paces over to the toilet to shed the afternoon's water.
Afterwards, he rounded the corner and stepped into the bedroom, where found a coat hanger, draped his shirt over it, and slipped out of his slacks. He looked over to the queen-size bed. There, his otter lay nestled in the sheets, directly underneath the air conditioner which was cranking away, making the room comfortably cool. At least to Mustel. Iffy always bundled up a little more than him. Always wearing his robe when he wasn't huddled up naked underneath their generous comforter.
Mustel smiled, put his shirt in the closet, then pulled out another hanger for his work slacks. He hung them up immediately, right next to the shirt, and sat down at the computer to check his e-mail. "He's so cute when he's sleeping," he thought to himself as he turned to face the monitor, blowing a silent kiss to his sleeping otterlove.
Then, Iffy turned around to face Mustel, and opened his eyes. "Mrf?"
"Hello honey," Mustel called over to his otter.
"Why didn't you come snuggle me?" Iffy asked, feigning hurt feelings. He mock-whimpered in a silly high pitched voice. "Mrrr...I wanted my ferret to hug me and snuggle me and love me." He smiled, and slowly sat up.
"I'm sorry honey. I didn't want to wake you up." said Mustel as he turned his seat to face Iffy.
Iffy grinned. "I was never sleeping. But then again," he grinned nonchalantly as he lay back down, paws behind his head as he looked at Mustel, "you'd never know it, 'cause I never snore." He winked at his ferret, and blew a kiss."
Mustel looked embarrassed, and hung his head. "Mrf."
Iffy sat up again, and did a quick kip-up, kicking himself off the bed, and landing gracefully. He trotted over to his ferret, and threw his arms around him. "Aww, I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." He patted his loves head, and scritched behind his ears.
Mustel dooked happily, his tail swishing behind him as his otter petted him.
Iffy chuckled and said, "Honestly, you don't snore that much. I can easily tell the neighbors I'm doing metalshop homework, or something like that." He kissed his ferret's nose. Mustel simply blushed beneath his fur, and licked his otter's nose back. Iffy churred happily, and hugged him tighter.
That was when Mustel noticed that Iffy's softly furred balls had been rubbing against his thigh the whole time they'd been hugging. Iffy must have realized this to, because he smiled, and began to bounce his hips playfully on his mate's lap. Iffy started to bark playfully as his bits bounced on his lovey's leg.
Mustel chuckled, and grinned back at his lover. "Mrrr...otter danglies."
"Don't nip them, ferret," said Iffy. "These aren't the kind of jewels you can steal and bury under the couch cushions."
Mustel winced, and gave a sad whimper. "No! No stealing the otterballs. Keep them right where they are." He massaged his mates thigh and closed his eyes.
"How was your day, lovey?" Asked Iffy as his bouncing came to a halt. He sat on the edge of the bed, in front of the chair. He closed his legs and put his paws in his lap.
Mustel groaned, and leaned back in the computer chair. "Ohh, just a tiring, slow day." He looked towards the door to the rest of the house, and asked, "Where did you go swimming today? I saw your bathing suit on the chair. I hope it was dry when you put it there."
Iffy nodded. "Yes, honey, it was. I took the bus to the beach to meet Allie today. I told you I was going to, remember?" He rolled his eyes. His ferret was cute, and very sweet, but also very forgetful. It really got on Iffy's nerves sometimes, but never got in the way of how much he loved him.
Mustel nodded. "Oh! That's right." He smiled and asked, "And what did you and Allie do today?"
Iffy smiled. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Except meet a lovely little ottergirl he
knows." If there was one thing Iffy loved more than getting some play from a friend, it was telling his boyfriend about it later. That sort of thing always made for interesting evening conversation, among other things.
Mustel's eyes went wide, knowing where this conversation was going. "Oh? Mrrr?" He eagerly leaned in, eyes locked on his otter love, hanging on the edge of the chair.
Iffy's grin just got wider and wider, as did the divide between his legs. He leaned back on the bed and continued. "Her name's Heather, and she's really sweet. Really cute, too. Remember all of Ollie's girlfriends, from way back when?"
Mustel's eyes glimmered in anticipation as Iffy concluded the sentence. "Even cuter than all of them put together."
Mustel murred his delight, and noticed his boyfriend's spreading legs, as well as the growing arousal between them. Seeing his boyfriend get hot telling his stories was a good way to make him respond in kind.
"She took me home in her car, honey." Iffy continued. Mustel murred lustfully, and crept closer and closer to his otter, his own arousal growing as he approached.
"She said she had a boyfriend," Iffy kept a straight face as he said it. But as
Mustel started to moan in disappointment, Iffy added, "But, fortunately, we are not the only open-minded couple living in Clawfield. While the mate's away at school somewhere," he grinned lasciviously, and petted his ferret's thigh, "the otters will play." He finished his statement with a wink and a kiss on the lips.
Mustel sat confused, as his otter kissed and rubbed his chest. "And it's okay with her boyfriend?"
Iffy nodded. "As long as he's away at school, he doesn't want her to be lonely. Works out well for me, don't you think?"
Mustel nodded and stroked Iffy's headfur gently. "Lucky otter." He kissed Iffy on the head, eliciting a loving bark from his otter mate. He nuzzled Iffy's ear, and giggled. "I love you!"
Iffy kissed Mustel and replied, "Love you too, sweet ferret!" Then Iffy noticed the degree to which Mustel's malehood had grown in the past few minutes. He murred quizzically and looked up at the ferret, smiling.
Mustel looked a little bashful, batted his eyes and said, "That's cause I'm thinking about what a good time my otter had today."
Iffy smiled up at Mustel, and started to rub his belly lovingly. His eyes were fixed on the tip of Mustel's cock with all the intensity of a staring contest. "And what about my hard-working ferret love?" He licked at Mustel's tip gently, teasing the hot flesh, and feeling it twitch at his touch. His tongue tapped that one sensitive spot that makes a penis jerk upward slightly, and Mustel felt it.
"Mrf? Ohh! Lovey..." He gasped as a shiver went through his hips and halfway up his spine. He looked down in amazement at his otter: he had just recently mated a female, and he still had this much drive? He asked this aloud as he slackened in his seat. His legs flopped open, and his hips slid forward slightly.
Iffy simply nodded, gave a nonchalant "uh-huh", and cupped Mustel's balls with one paw while rubbing his belly with the other. He used his tongue only, to lap the head of Mustel's penis into his muzzle. This was always an awkward procedure: an otter tongue was simply not made to pull things into his mouth. However, the urgent scrambling of his tongue across the ferret's shaft head, trying to find a grip good enough to coax it in, was having a pleasant effect on Mustel, raising his already high sex drive.
As the naughty otter did his work, Mustel reveled in the delightful teasing of an eager tongue across his throbbing cockhead. He lovingly scritched his otterlove behind the ears, and said, "I can't believe you still have so much energy, if that otter girl is as cute as you say." He smiled down at his hungry otter as he watched his piece finally get slurped up into Iffy's busy muzzle.
Iffy wasted no time in getting his tongue to slither around Mustel's sweet head. He took a deep breath through his nose, and sighed as fresh, sweet precum oozed into his mouth. He took the time to pull himself off to say, "Of course, I do. For you. You're my lovey." And with that, the eager otter returned to his suckling. He inhaled through his mouth as best he could, knowing full well all it would do is make a nice vacuum in his muzzle for his love's cock.
Mustel gasped a bit, and oohed as the otter drew him in. "Oooh, such a good otter," he said as he caressed Iffy's head, then gently pushed his head down onto his shaft an inch or two. Iffy got the hint, and started bobbing his head up and down. His muzzle lips were drawn in as tightly as possible: Iffy did not want to hurt his love with his sharp teeth.
Continuing to slurp with his tongue across his love's engorged glans, Iffy bobbed his head up and down. His muzzle could now make it all the way down his love's shaft, nose touching the lower belly, as his whiskers gently brushed against Mustel's balls. This certainly got a reaction from the elated ferret, whose work-related fatigue was quickly stepping aside. He could think only of his lust for his otter.
Iffy murred pleasurably, but also rubbed at his muzzle, and slipped himself off Mustel's penis to lick at it some. He wrapped a couple of digits around the base of his honey's meat, well-lubed with otter saliva, while his tongue lashed at the dripping tip.
Noticing his love's reluctance, and the way he rubbed his jaw, Mustel asked, "Getting tired, lovey? Anything I can do for you?" His voice was full of loving concern for his sweetheart.
Iffy shook his head, shrugged, grimaced a bit, and then slipped his mouth around Mustel's rod again. Mustel moaned, and petted his mate. He admired his otter, who was so eager to service him.
Mustel pushed Iffy's head out from between his legs gently, smiling at him. "Come on, little otter. Lie back on the bed." He smiled and rubbed Iffy's cheeks and jaw with loving care. He sat up a bit in his seat, and started to get up to move to the bed as Iffy backed away. They both moved to the bed, with Iffy lying down on his back, his legs and tail hanging over the edge. His semi-erect member flopped over his belly as his balls hung
invitingly between his legs. Mustel knelt there, rubbing his otter's belly, before he slipped the semi in between his muzzle lips. Soon his cute little pink nose was buried in Iffy's belly fur, and he slurped at Iffy's member happily. He smiled, looked up at his love, smacked his lips, then went back down for more.
Iffy just lay there, getting harder and harder as Mustel worked him over. He grinned internally, and moaned outwardly, as he reflected on what a beautiful day this had been. He had missed his chance at a liason with that gorgeous squirrel, Allie, to oversleeping, only to be hooked up with his lovely lady friend Heather. A lady who, apprently, had a younger sister who nursed a crush on him. Putting all thoughts of that aside, he did indeed enjoy a mischevious fling with her. Best of all, in spite of all this, he still had enough libido left over to spend here, with the one with whom his heart always lay at the end of the day, the one who deserved it most. It was a beautiful thing.
He did indeed love this ferret. No matter who else he had fun with, his mate always loved him, and he always loved his mate. Mustel occasionally played at the same kind of games he did, but Iffy always had his love, and he always had a warm squeeze and a warm bed waiting for him at the end of the day.
With a sudden start, Iffy jumped out of his romantic thoughts and suddenly
remembered he was getting his dick sucked by the very mate he was just daydreaming about. There was always room for his mind to drift, during any kind of sex, apparently. He also remembered why he'd turned his muzzle on his mate in the first place. He'd wanted to be the one seeing to his pleasure, before it turned the other way around. Iffy thrived on being the more submissive of the two, cuase that meant he ususally got his favorite kind of treatment, the one that got him off with such amazing speed
and intensity. He scritched his ferret's ears, and got a soft moan out of him. "What does my ferret want to do with me now?" he asked suggestively, making sure Mustel knew he was being given control here.
Mustel looked up into Iffy's eyes, and then down to his hips as his mouth left the ottercock in front of him. "Well," he said, poking Iffy's tail with a clawtip, "I have you in your favorite position already, so how do you feel about a ferret taking you tonight?"
Excitement shot through Iffy's body, starting from his hips and hitting his brain. He enthusiastically nodded, and leaned up to hug his ferret, giving him a kiss on the lips, and a paw on the balls. He had to help his ferret get ready to take him, doing whatever he could to get that cock up and into him. "Yes," he panted, finally, almost whispering as he hugged his ferret to him. He was so excited, he didn't even bother to correct his mate: on his back was only his second favorite position. The first...well...he decided he'd better get into that later.
Mustel slowly reared up, and looked around pensively, almost losing sight of the moment as he asked, "Uhh...honey? Where's the lube?"
Iffy smirked, and struggled through the hormonal maze of hs brain to remember. "Uhhh...behind you, next to the mouse."
Mustel turned around and looked on the computer desk. Sure enough, there it was, the last quarter-bottleful of lubricant, shining in the light of the monitor.
"There it is," Mustel said. He felt it was necessary this time to use just a tiny
bit. Just enough to get things moving smoothly.
Iffy cooed as he felt his mate's clawtips gently drip with the cool liquid. It seeped mostly into his eager tailhole, but some ran off into the fur of his crevice, down over his tail. He shrugged it off mentally. It didn't matter anymore. All he could think of was the pleasure he was about to receive from his beloved.
The beloved ferret now teased and poked at Iffy's tight tailhole, almost but not quite going in just yet. Iffy murred happily as he felt his ring pushed at by his mate's hardness. He shifted forward in the bed, his puckered rear pressing into Mustel's taunting piece.
"Oooh!" Mustel dooked and cooed with delight. "Such an eager otter!" He reached out a paw to tickle Iffy's chin, and Iffy churred happily and cutely. Almost constantly the two adored each other, and acted out their love in sweet, silly ways. The sugary sweet smile on Iffy's face as he nodded was a testament to this. He then flopped his head back again, and inched his hips forward again, begging his ferret with his body, pleading for Mustel to finally take him.
Complying with his otter's desire, he sunk his hips forward, feeling his well-lubed member be squeezed by Iffy's tightness. "Ohhh, yeah, honey..." He moaned as he pushed all of himself into his love.
Iffy felt his love's tender sac on his tail, the hard length spreading his amazingly tight innards. He whimpered a bit, partially from pain. Despite the number of times he and his ferret had done this, it was still a tight fit for the both of them. Relaxing as best he could, he stroked his shaft, which suddenly felt like it could almost burst with pleasure right away.
He moaned, and his hips fell slack as he petted himself while Mustel began to thrust into him. This was what he loved the most. Being penetrated by his love always produced his most intense orgasms he'd even experienced. He closed his eyes and for a moment, daydreaming. His mind filled with thoughts of previous lovemaking sessions, and with great hope for another stunning finish to this one. His mind always tended to drift, even during sex. But the slow, deliberate thrusting of his mate's penis soon brought him back to the present.
Mustel smiled, and reached behind him for the bottle of lube again. He squirted a generous portion onto his love's cocktip when his fingers were further down his length. Iffy looked up to his love, and spread the stuff all over his member, feeling it drip into his fingers. He murred in thanks, and rewarded his love's consideration with a few extra loving clenches of his ring.
"Oooh...thank you, lovey," said the sweet otter, his eyes closing as he shifted his hips, pressing himself against his love. By setting his feet up on the bed and the desk, he could control his muscles better, and give his love a good milking with his tailhole. He did so, and as he did, he bucked his hips into his own paws.
Iffy now had the second half of the equation he craved in Heather's bed before, but lacked the first. A tiny part of him wished he had Heather here again, her tail in the air in front of Mustel, as she rode Iffy's length again. This idea made Iffy's cock jump, and he rolled with it.
Mustel could see the dreamy, far-off look in Iffy's eyes, through his own. It wasn't like Mustel didn't have his own private fantasies, too. In fact, a miniature movie of hidden desires played in the back of his mind even now. He grinned, and continued his joyous ride in his mate's rump.
Both sweet furs felt their moments grow closer, and brought their thoughts back to one another. Iffy cooed and whimpered, "Lovey, how close are you?"
Mustel grunted out a response, "Oh, I'm so close, honey...oooh, I'm gonna come..."
Iffy bucked his hips against his mate's some more, "ooooh, yeah...fill up the otter, ferret!" He grunted with effort, his paws rapidly pumping his own shaft as his mate's humping continued, shaking the very bed itself.
Mustel and Iffy moaned almost in unison, with Iffy actually starting first. He let one paw go, so his love could watch his cock spray out his hot white juice."Ohh Lovey...LOVEY!!!! OHHHH!!!!" Iffy was screaming passionately, almost at the top of his lungs. His teeth clenched almost as much as his ass, his head thrown back into the pillows behind him. It was no longer necessary to stroke, just to squeeze his cock rhythmically to Mustel's thrusts. His ass clenched and spasmed with each spurt, sending Mustel over the edge in short order.
"Ohh yes, honey-OHHH!!" He whimpered and squealed, as did Iffy! He felt his come spilling out into his mate's flexing tunnel, and continued instincively driving his pulsing member home, his hips on auto-pilot.
The pure carnality subsided as their orgasms slowly dwindled, leaving their minds free to return to their ususal romantic frame. Mustel collapsed slowly onto Iffy, holding him close. He kissed his otter hungrily, muzzle gaping and mashing over his love's. Iffy quickly opened his mouth and let his eager ferret's tongue inside him.
Mustel broke the kiss with a loud, satisfying smack, and panted, "I love you so much, Iffy." He whimpered and winced, as Iffy was lovingly tormenting him, squeezing and flexing his ass around the ferret's spent and very sensitive cock.
Iffy looked up to his mate, and his eyes twinkled with adoration. "You're so amazing, lovey. I love you, too." He squeezed his ferret, with his arms and his rear, and meeped in a high and playful pitch. It was something they both did, in moments like this. Moments when they simply held each other tight, and realized how lucky they were to have one another.
"I wonder if Allie had as much fun as we did," he mused, off the top of his head. As he did so, he slowly slid his love's cock out of his raw pink pucker. It was time to stop sexually torturing his lover, and let their various mating surfaces have some much needed rest.
Mustel shuddered as Iffy slid him out, feeling the tightness of Iffy's innards slip away slowly. He squeezed his otter tightly, and lavished kisses on his neck. "I don't know, honey. Maybe we'll see him tomorrow?"
Iffy shrugged. "Maybe." He lay there, snuggling his ferret, and now feeling a bit messy and uncomfortable. In spite of the joy it brought to the both of them, some aspects of sex were not as enjoyable as others. the minor inconvenience of having to clean many sundry fluids out of fur was one of them.
Then again, Iffy thought, the act of cleaning them out is most enjoyable indeed. "Wanna shower, Lovey?"
Mustel nodded, and hugged his otter tight, slowly rearing up, and offering Iffy a paw up.
Iffy staggered to his footpaws, rubbed his ass under his tail, and hugged Mustel tight, kissing all over his neck. "I love you, ferret!" He churred merrily.
Mustel sighed and nuzzled his mate in return. "I love you, otter!" and they both padded out the bedroom door to the bathroom, there to playfully wash one another.
The End
Dedicated to the one I love. I hope he won't mind me sharing a tiny slice of our passion for one another on the net like this. I thank him, not only for doing for me all the things depicted here and more, but also for helping edit my work. It's largely because of him that I write so passionately. His starring role today is only the latest reward for all he does for me. Thank you, Mustel, and thank all of you who read my work and enjoy it.
Please do enjoy, and remember what it's like to make love
to your one true love, whoever or whatever they may be.