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Ruther sat in his booth silently, nursing his drink as he watched the thick crowd of people dance with each other. He wasn't sure why Xander wanted to meet in a club but, he was willing to go along with it if it lead to something good. The light hanging over the table was dim and relaxed, but the fast paced, nearly ear pounding music evened out the mood. The mutt tugged his hat over his eyes and leaned into the over-stuffed booth cushions with an impatient sigh, waiting wasn't his strong suit and waiting alone made it more unbearable.

"Hey there." The sound of a very feminine but male voice made Ruther's ears flick forward. He lifted the brim of his hat to a brown rabbit, his stereotypical lithe frame was scantly clad in shorts that seemed too tight to be safe and a tank top with rather high midriff.

"Um...Hello." Ruther said a little nervously.

"So, why are you sitting here all by yourself sweety?" Asked the rabbit, inviting himself to sit.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend, he's running a little late." The mutt said putting a little emphasis on "boyfriend."

"Oh really? You know if you were my boyfriend I wouldn't have you waiting alone like this."

Ruther's hazel eyes narrowed under the shade of his hat, but resist bearing his teeth at the small and offence rabbit.

"Well the good thing is about that your not his boyfriend Roy." Another voice, smooth with a hint of light sarcasm chimed in. The mutt's anger turned into relief. Both males in the booth looked at the tall ram standing over them.

"Morty." Said the rabbit sternly.

"Roy." The ram said, back a sly smile on his face.

"Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes I see that you are but you aren't getting anywhere." Morty ran his hoofed finger tips through his short, dark red head fur with a sigh.

"And why is that?" Roy stood to the ram challengingly even though Morty was a full and a half head taller.

"Well for one his mate can and will kick your ass and two, his older brother will do much worse." The ram stated bluntly.

Roy quickly backed down from the threat of injury but still held his composure as he scoffed and walked away, mumbling angrily.

"Thanks for that." The Ruther said with a happy sigh.

"Hey, no problem mutt." Morty shuffled of his waiter apron and flopped next to Ruther.

"Aren't you still on still on the clock." Scooting close to the slouching ram.

"Yep, but you looked bored so I'm taking my break now." Morty wrapped a thin but strong arm around Ruther's waist and tugged him close to his side.

"I still don't get why you hide yourself in baggy clothes, you've got a nice body." Morty said with a smile.

"I like my baggy clothes." Ruther argued, blushing under his warm brown fur when Morty started unzipping his hoodie, rubbing his stomach under his shirt.

"Yeah but come on." The ram's surprisingly strong hands moved up and teased the mutt's chest, his fingers running though the thick fur. "Most guys would kill to have a body like yours.

Ruther's face felt even hotter, looking away when the smooth talking ram sliped his jacket away from him.

"Good thing I don't have to huh?" Ruther tilted his head at Morty's question and curiously placed a paw on his chest. Morty was built just as well as Ruther, but his hight made the snow white ram seem a little underweight and weak. Morty rolled his eyes and grinned before taking of his fitted white T-shirt off for the mutt. Still confused, Ruther put his other paw on Morty's bare, tattooed chest.

"What do you mean don't have to?"

"I mean I don't have to because I have a body like yours." Morty's dark yellow eyes were half closed when he grabed and pulled the canine toward him possessively. Ruther yelped softly then giggled, understanding what the ram meant.

"Xander would be mad if he heard that."

"Well good thing he's not here yet then."

Morty's free hand went lower, grazing Ruther's belt before taking hold of its buckle. Though his fur thick fur hid most of it, Ruther was blushing hard again, his own paws tracing the black tattoos under Morty's fur.

"Hey, you sure we should do this here?" Ruther asked timidly.

"Oh please, Darokko told be about all the times you lured him into public sex." The ram tugged the useless belt away, the baggy pants falling pass Ruther's hips, exposing his darkly colored boxers. The mutt was quickly reduced to panting and soft whines, as Morty's gentle hands rubbed under his clothing.

"Oooh Morty." Ruther melted in the ram's hands. His body went limp in pleasure, falling deeper under Morty's sexual control. The ram nibbled and licked at the young canines neck, it was starting to become to much for Ruther as a tent started to form in his baggy jeans.

"P-please." Was all that fell from Ruther's lip.

"Mmm, of course." Morty whispered in a low voice, leaning the canine backward until his back was resting on the table. Ruther responded with a short yelp when he felt the hard bulge in Morty's pants press against his own. It was torturer for the young mutt, pitiful whines escaped from him with each of the rams hard grinds of his narrow hips

"How badly does the mutt need it hmm?" Morty's fingers traced along Ruther's body, rubbing along all the right spots with a careful, skilled touch.

"Bad." The canine panted roughly, unable to take much more.

A dark grin stretched across Morty's muzzle, his hands roaming down to his own belt, unfastening the buckle, letting both sides hang limp. The sound of his falling zipper roared over the music, the only thing that matter was in their high-backed booth. A soft tug on the shoulder beckoned the mutt to sit up for the exposed ram.

"Oh...Wow.' Was all that Ruther muttered. Morty's member was jet black, a few thin veins ran up and down the sides of the eight inch length. The ram's cock throbbed with each of his slow heartbeats.

"Go on, you know you want to." Said Morty softly, sitting back in his seat, his ramhood jutting from his pants like a flag pole. Ruther slid of the table and to his knees before the male. Soft furred paws wrapped around the stiff pole of flesh, from his angle Ruther though his might have trouble taking it all. Morty let out a relaxed sigh, letting his horns rest on the seat cushion, the soft tingling sensation or Ruther's fur on his cock making him grin wider. The mutt gave a few tender licks across the head before engulfing it in his warm, moist maw with a soft murr.

"Oooh, you've gotten better. You must be learning from Xander."

Ruther smiled around the ram's cock and sunk his teeth gently into the dark skin. Morty flinched, gritting his teeth over the slight pain.

"Nngh...Yeah, that's Xander alright."

The mutt began bobbing up and down the ram's rigid cock, lapping at where he bit, dropping lower and lower down.

Morty's toes curled in his shoes, spikes of pleasure running up spine. Ruther's tongue ran along Morty's cock, carefully coating every bit of flesh in salvia before stopping, pulling off with a dull pop. The ram looked down, an almost hurt look on his face.

"Why did you stop?" Morty said a little disappointed.

"Oh the great Moriarty Tenn is worried about getting some?" Ruther teased.

"Shut up and get up here." The ram patted his leg.

With his always warm smile, Ruther stood up and climbed onto the male's lap, carefully avoiding sitting on the still stiff member.

"What is it hmm?"

Morty leaned in close to the heavy breathing mutt.

"I never, ever, have to worry about getting lucky." He whispered. "But its not everyday I get as lucky as you."

Ruther chuckled then rested his paws on Morty's tattooed chest.

"And why am I so lucky?"

"Easy, you're gonna' get me."

The mutt rolled his eyes and smiled at the double ended complement.

"Now take off your pants, I might be a stud but I can't stay hard all night, not without a little help at least."

Ruther smiled and obeyed, working his baggy jeans off, then his boxers. It was rare when Morty was impressed by another man's penis, but Ruther's was rather unique. The head was thick, along with the shaft and was a pale tan but that wasn't the best part, three sliver barbells pierced along the underside of his member.

"Oh, I see why the wolf makes such a big fuss over you."

Ruther simply chuckled and invited himself back on to Morty's lap, the ram's hoofed fingers wrapped tightly around the mutts softly furred hips, pulling them chest to chest, the males members rubbing gently against one another. Affectionately, Ruther kissed Morty, the young canine panting with excitement. It was easy for Morty to figure out what the canine wanted, he read Ruther like an open book full of his sexual desires.

"Morty." Ruther broke their kiss for only a second.

"I know." He had already taken hold of his ram hood and held it at the ready, posed under the young mutt's tail. Morty's slow and needlessly careful pace annoyed the hasty Ruther, forcing him to take matters into his own paws, or rear as it were. With a short yelp, the mutt slammed himself down on to the hard rod, sinking more then half of the length inside himself. Morty inhaled sharply, trying to stifle himself, but failing.

"I see...You have your brother inpatients, I like that." Moriarty managed to groan out, Ruther said nothing and put a finger tip to the ram's lips.

"You talk too much." Ruther sighed softly, letting the rest of the member sink inside him. Morty groaned, his vision temporally blurred from the extreme pleasure, trying to hold his tongue. The mutt had a huge grin plastered on his muzzle, a warm feeling of satisfaction washed over him. Slowly, Ruther lifted himself, letting about half of the black shaft free before sitting back down on it, a stifled yelp escaping him. The ram's fingers gripped Ruther's hips tightly as the mutt took a moment to adjust to the member inside him, letting out a relaxed groan. Despite the crowd of dancing club goers, Ruther and Morty couldn't care less, the only thing that mattered was their own world of private ecstasy. Building up a slow but powerful pace was easy for the eager mutt, his balls making a soft thumping sounds with each of the strong down strokes. Up, wait, then down, repeat. It was a simple rhythm, but it drove the experienced ram mad with pleasure. He wasn't sure if it was the sheer tightness of Ruther's tailhole, or the added rhythmic clenching with each upward motion off his aching cock or the moans of pure orgasmic delight. Ruther was panting hard his own erection throbbing as he wrapped a paw around the growing knot at the base of his cock, his breathing becoming even shorter, the soft pressure around his knot sending him into a fit of gasps and moans.

"Oooh Morty, I can't hold it." Ruther gasped his warning a few thrusts too late as the ram held his hips still and slammed his shaft into the poor mutt. Ruther's maw fell open, letting out a long moan, his cock head flared and the knot swelling as thick ropes of his seed shot along Morty's chest fur, covering most of the ram's tattoos in layer of white. Morty only slowed his humps slightly, letting the canine ride out the rest of his orgasm. After a few minutes and a few more shots of the mutt's cum, Ruther let out a soft sigh, a silly smile on his muzzle as he pushed his hat over his eyes. Morty pulled the hat back down and pushed mutt on to the seat next to him chest first, the ram's member still deep inside the spent pup's rear. Both of them said nothing as Morty pulled the long tail out of his way, Ruther still had his smile on his fact, content for the other male to take him this way. IT was a rougher then it should have been as the ram pulled his entire length out and thrusted back in, his heavy balls thumping at Ruther's mostly empty ones. Although it had been a couple of minutes of the rapid, full length thrusts, but to the mutt it felt much longer. Morty's orgasm snuck up on both of them, the ram gripped Ruther's sides hard, jamming his entire malehood in the tight mutt's rump, the walls feeling like silk being wrapped around his cock as he let the warm jets of cram cum spray inside his friend. Ruther moaned long once more and Morty bit hips lip holding back a cry of pleasure he know he would have attracted attention. As the last few shots of seed dripped from him, Morty hugged Ruther tightly, pulling him back into his lap with his last few ounces of strength he had left.

"Thanks." Ruther panted out

"What for?"

"Keeping me company until they got here." The canine said, giggling and pointing at the familiar wolf and dragon standing before the naked and tired pair.