Unf
Two boyfriends, the cute lion Dean and the hot wolf Lee try to decide whether to have cereal or bacon for breakfast. Dean has interesting ideas about what a healthy fur needs to begin his day anew. Enjoy!
After my previous one, I really felt like writing something romantic and playful, so here you go! Hope you like it!
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"Unf!" Lee snorted when the lion landed not so smoothly behind the wolf fiddling with the coffeemaker, a golden, damp arm rounding about his chest while a purring muzzle pressed into the shaggy-furred male's neck and whispered a gently purred "morning" close to his skin.
"Unf to you too!" the lion chuckled, still purring as he held the wolf close by, tail flicking happily, as did his ears, while golden and white hips pushed into the close proximity of a grey rump covered by a pair of prominently ass-hugging blue briefs.
Lee shrugged and flapped his tail between their entwined legs, hoping to catch at least one ticklish part of the lion behind, even as his paws worked to measure the needed amount of ground coffee into the already folded paper filter. With an eager leonine paw rubbing his chest, it was a slightly bigger challenge than usual, and some dark particles spilled onto the kitchen counter, prompting a snuffle from the wolf.
"Bah," Lee exclaimed, an ear flicking when he felt the lion's chin nuzzle onto his shoulder and peer down along the wolf's body, his arm that was still holding the spoon he had used for his careful measurements, and the few flecks of brown that now peppered his paw.
"Hmmmm..." the lion's hips swayed as he flicked his tail and pulled the wolf's back close to his shower fresh chest and continued his playful nuzzling of the grey-furred shoulder, not losing a second's purr even when Lee put down the spoon and used his free paw to scoop the mess into his cupped palm. He gave a rather pointed ear flick to the lion when he lifted his paw to deposit the coffee into the filter, even giving his paw a good shake there to get it all away before he was happy with the job and finally closed the machine and hit the power switch.
"You know that sometimes you're jus neurotic," the lion murmured, rubbing the wolf's nicely toned chest.
Lee gave the lion a glance, head tilted a little to catch the lion's cheeky eyes from the side where he rested, plastered over the wolf's back, and received a smile in return from the cat.
"I like my kitchen clean, is all," the wolf replied, sandwiched between the spotless counter and the warm lion.
"I like my wolf clean, hmmm..." the lion murmured as he made a great point of kissing Lee's shoulder, lapping it, even to leave a small feline scent mark while he held onto the wolf's lean body and swayed both of them a little, gently to the imagined rhythm of his purring. It had the affect effect of grinding his groin at Lee's clothed rump, adding a nice, smooth friction that made the wolf's tail flick rapidly.
Lee breathed out deeply, enjoying the warmth, and crossed his own arm across his chest, to capture the lion's arm into his paw, giving it a little squeeze as he leaned back into the embrace, gently. The coffee maker began to gurgle and bubble, now, slowly coming alive, much like the purrs trebling from the lion's broad chest. They'd have to wait for the scent, though, for a moment.
"I presume you are clean, too, since you're still wet, Dean," the wolf rumbled.
The lion chuckled innocently and kissed the wolf behind his nearest ear, eliciting a little extra breath that seemed to quite pleasurable for the lupine party of the morning embrace, and invited the soft lap of a feline tongue, to groom over the wolf's cheek. Lee's body tensed and relaxed in a brief roll of energy through him, prompting the wolf to put one paw flat over the counter, adding a little of his own balance into the embrace. His tail tickled the insides of the lion's bare legs.
"Maaaaybe I jumped out a bit earlier than usually..." Dean chuckled, tinged with his purrs, as he nuzzled the wolf. "Couldn't wait to get my morning kiss...."
He made a point of smacking his lips awfully close to Lee's ear, making the wolf snuffle and flick that ear sharply in an attempt to catch the lion's nosepad, but the cat was quicker, already travelling down the wolf's neck with that same patch of bare, leathery skin, breathing the wolf's fresh scent. Lee's spine tingled under the sensation, and the warmth spread too, over his skin, under his furs, down to the very base of his tail and beyond.
Bubble, bubble, rumble, rattle.
"Unf."
Dean nibbled the wolf's neck softly, leaving some saliva, mostly simply brushing with his lips, tasting some skin, mostly getting some fresh fur that tickled his whiskers, but was mostly very agreeable. His hips were flush with he wolf's, bare as they were, Lee's still covered, but that layer of cloth could not hide the heat of bare skin pressing against his rump.
"Do you want bacon or cereal?" Lee asked, trying to keep his voice normal despite the growing urge to simply rumble under his lover's numerous kisses, the lion's paws rubbing over his belly, sprawling onto his hips, squeezing gently, urging him to press backwards.
"Cereal", Dean rumbled, nosing a spot between the wolf's shoulderblades. "I intend to...keep...you...too...busy...to...cook..."
"Unf."
Dean dipped his thumbs under the elastic of the wolf's briefs, pulling them down at the same time as his own lean body folded down onto his knees. His chin brushed the curve of the wolf's spine, tensing under the touch, the warm breath, the gentle heat of the gesture as he was bared for his lover's eyes, feasting on the curves of his rump that became exposed at a good pace.
"Unf," Dean declared once he was settled, tail curling about his hip as he stared at the enviously firm rump.
The lion licked his lips as he spared a paw and tugged the wolf's fuzzy balls backwards so that the briefs' elastic hung under them, now very tight around the wolf's thighs, but low enough to bare all of his taint in a sight that made Dean purr even further. He could both see and feel the wolf leaning back, presumably to make room between himself and the counter, and it had the lovely effect of pushing and swaying that rump even closer to the lion's grinning muzzle.
"Priorities, huh?" the wolf husked, watching the coffee drip into the pot, rising slowly across the markers etched into the shiny glass.
Dean smacked his lips and made sure they were wet before he placed a purring kiss onto the wolf's taut ball sac, lapping them up in their nice, tightly confined home and flicking his ear with delight at the sound of the wolf's gasp at the wet, warm, good sensation. His paws rubbed up and down of the wolf's thighs, and his own erection stood firm and hard, pulsing a little, his nose filling with musk as he lavished the entire sac with his saliva, soon making it glisten.
"It's good for the tummy," Dean grinned, making sure that his claws raked through the warm fur of the wolf's sides.
"Ahhh..."
Dean's tongue travelled upwards, over the very smooth fur over pink skin, going along the crevice of the wolf's taint that was fully exposed. His bushy tail had moved out of the way instinctually, curled to the side now and definitely posing no problem for visibility or the continued trek of the lion's raspy tongue exploring the clean, if musky, skin, and its feel. His purring lips kissed the wolf intimately, trapped to brace against the table, rump pressed onto a feline muzzle going higher and higher with his attentions, paws teasingly scratching his belly and going nowhere at the jutting canine flesh standing proudly out of its sheath.
"Hmmm...."
The lion let only his tip touch the sweet little pucker first, circling it, leave a hint of saliva that he added to with successive swipes of his tongue, making the hole heat up and contract, close upon itself when the wet, agile muscle made a gentle tour of the sensitive skin and its surroundings. The wolf gasped, let out a rumble, and tried not to push back and smother the lion who was quite happily smacking his lips and pushing his tongue in a flat attack over the wolf's quivering tailhole, making passes, little attacks and slurping muzzle-shaking runs into Lee's heated, saliva-covered taint. Lee could do precious little besides panting and fighting the urge to touch himself, even under this exquisite teasing that made him painfully hard.
Dean's own arousal took the best of him, and soon he withdrew, with gentle goodbye kisses and licks, standing up, prompting the wolf to turn, with his paws, their muzzles meeting even before the lion's arms wound around the wolf's waist and simply lifted him up to sit on the counter. They kissed hungrily, holding each other while they made out wetly, tongues exploring muzzles while Lee's paws gripped onto the lion's rich mane and tugged on its long, stranded hair. They only stopped for a moment, when Lee needed a paw to rid himself of the briefs, soon kicked to the ground, and he could again spare his paws to grip on the lion's neck, his own head thrown back when the lion began to kiss and lick his throat.
"Aaahhhh Dehdehdehdeeean..." the ticklish sensation was almost too much and he rumbled out, the lion purring, the wolf growling with delight, tail swishing the side of the kitchen counter, his legs kicking the air briefly before they found purchase and simply hooked about Dean's hips.
The maneuver drew their bodies close, including their cocks, now leaking, straining skin, pressing together, rubbed together with the motion of their bodies in the frantic discourse of their kisses. eyes sometimes open, sometimes closed, their bodies speaking enough that soon they were well-aligned, grinning, panting, snapping teeth at each other when the small of Lee's back pressed against the counter and his soles dug to Dean's back.
"Love you, baby," the lipn purred, one paw momentarily leaving the wolf's side as he pushed down on his shaft and aligned it with the pink star just above the wolf's tailbase, almost obscured from the view by his heavy balls.
"Take me," Lee rumbled, unaware of anything but the pleasure his body knew at the moment, and the touch of his mate, ready to enter his body, his prickly tip poised at his gates.
The coffee was really bubbling too, now, filling the room with a lovely, thick scent that mixed with the musk of the two males in heat, fresh fur, warm skin, shampoo, little bit of musk and simple manliness when the spit and pre-soaked shaft began to press into the wolf. He tensed briefly, me his lover's eyes, grabbed his neck and made their muzzles meet in a searing hot kiss that served a perfect distraction for the momentary pain brought onto by being spread open, both by the thick shaft and the barbs that brushed into the walls, slowly parting under the sensual attack.
"Aaahhh..." the lion purred, trying not to force himself into his lover too fast, enjoying the sweet seconds of surrender.
"Unf..."
Lee's tight, contracting ring and his warm passage massaged on the lion from the moment he entered him, giving Dean not a moment's rest while he was stimulated, taken as much as he was taking the wolf at the moment, too, kneaded, teased, forced to action so as not to let himself be lost in the sensations. The tall lion began to thrust, chest puffed out in a most manly way as he drew himself out almost all the way before sinking into his lover's heat again, holding the wolf close in his embrace even in the slightly awkward position. They worked up a rhythm, bucking hips together, stroking, kissing, licking, keeping each other close while the heat grew, much like the level of black, wonderful liquid on the pot a foot away from Lee's speared rump. The wolf's heavy erection bounced a little over his belly, propelled by the thrusting against his prostate and the rocking motion of his body. Beads of hot pre were leaking out and soaked the fur on his belly.
Dean's paw closed around the wolf's erection with a gentle but determined grip, and he even had the time for a grin at the wide-eyed wolf before he began to stroke him, somewhat in synch with his thrusts, but not bothering to try to make it into a mathematical correlation. Lee began to buck his hips into the lion's grip, his insides coiling around Dean's pumping shaft as well, as he was taken closer and closer to the sweet moment of oblivion.
The combination of being pounded and stroked got the wolf first, spent in a series of spectacular spurs over his chest that filled their senses with musk, let alone, teased the panting lion into a grunting with that ended with him slamming his hips forward a few times more before the wolf's tight body coaxed his copious leonine seed deep into his hole. The few ball-smacking thrusts left him almost trembling, doubled over his mate, whose tongue lolled out his muzzle as he too panted, overcome by the heat of the moment.
"Wow..."
"Heheh," Lee breathed out.
"And look, there's milk for the cereal!" the lion purred, fingerpads scooping up a patch of white cum which he rapidly deposited into his rumbling, eager maw.
"What's with the bad puns this morning?" Lee snuffled, watching the lion's dirty display with keen interest, nonetheless.
Dean smacked his lips and then leaned in to kiss he wolf, to share the taste of the wolf's cream before he stood up to his full height, still joined at the hip, and kept on grinning.
"You just made me feel so damn hot when I looked at you," the lion rumbled passionately, still deep in the moment, even if the previous urgency as slowly waning, "just knew I had to taste you and have you right away..."
The wolf smirked, and batted an ear at the roughly purring lion's direction, enjoying the feeling of him still throbbing within his body. It was a nice, comfortable feeling, full, and pleasant.
"Well you had me," he said, "I'm hungry."
Dean pouted cutely and rubbed the wolf's cheek with his thumb.
"Always hungry for you, baby."
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