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[b][u][center]Beauty Fades, But Not Desire

For Rayoelgatubelo

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Drew hadn’t bought a prostitute since before his twenties, but at this point, he was feeling just a bit desperate. Out of luck at the clubs and finding it all but impossible to be interested in other guys his own age, he’d gone back to the old trick of the ads in the backs of magazines and newspapers. Then, realizing that had long since been abandoned, he spent the next week tracking down how it worked online, and then booking some time with someone that looked rather…different. Someone that looked like they would suit what he was looking for.

Someone fucking expensive, too, but considering how bad his luck had been, he was willing to pay the price today.

[i]He’s coming, right? He’s actually going to be here?[/i] he thought. [i]Stupid question. He’s already here. The desk clerk said that the room was already occupied, so he’s already paid up, and…[/i]

Drew shivered, feeling his nerves coming to a head as he walked down the hotel hallway. All he had to do was go to the room and the prostitute – rent boy, in this case – would do the rest of the work. He could have all he wanted, and he’d know that the other man genuinely wanted him, rather than the pity cases which were all that he had been able to drum up for the past six months.

[i]Not my fault people age…[/i]

But he did wonder if there was something wrong with him when he couldn’t look at other guys his age and feel the same spark that he did when he was younger. Back then, back when he’d been young enough to actually justify being in the clubs, to feel like he was part of the scene, it had been easy to find people that were hot, that were cute, that stoked his fire. When he tried looking around at the rest of his generation nowadays, it felt like…well, it felt like looking at a bunch of old, ugly guys.

Even he felt like he was one of those unattractive men when he looked in the mirror. When he looked at his stomach and how it was starting to sag a little, how his facial hair had gone salt and peppery, how he just didn’t look as sharp as he used to, he wondered how anyone would be attracted to that. If he couldn’t like himself, how could anyone else?

He didn’t have an answer, and he was half-sure that there wasn’t one.

[i]You bought this one. You can have this one. He’ll want you.[/i]

That was the hope. He just hoped that he wasn’t turning into one of those creeps that would end up perving on the younger men all the time. He had laughed at them when he was the one being perved on, but…now…

He arrived at room 609. He looked at the number, made sure that it was the same one as the one on his card, and then tapped the lock. It clicked open, and he pushed until there was a tiny crack between the door and the frame.

“Uh, M-Mikey? It’s Drew.”

“Oh, Drew! Come in, come in.”

All that was missing from that high-pitched, eager voice was a lisp, and it would have been the most caricature gay voice that he had ever heard. He groaned, barely believing that he was doing this, but, well, he had asked for it.

He pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside, shutting it quickly behind him. This was a conditional meet, he knew. The whole point of this was privacy.

Clothes had been scattered across the floor, but the most important part could be seen just past the bend in the room, where the hallway ended and swooped in towards the bed. He couldn’t see Mikey, but he could just make out a twitching end of a tail. A tail, of all things, something that had sounded all but impossible on the ad, but here it was. Here Mikey was.

[i]I can’t believe it,[/i] he thought again.

“Come ooooon, I want to see you. I haven’t played with a human in sooooo long, and I want to see someone nice and sexy.”

“I’m…not sure I’m someone like that, heh,” he said, stepping forward.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re fine. Now come here and – mmmm, why, hello.”

[i]Hello, yourself,[/i] Drew thought, his eyes going wide as he stared at the fox that reclined across the bed. Three soft tails flicked back and forth at the foot of the bed, extending three feet past the soft, black-‘socked’ paws that were pointed towards him. Those long legs led right up to a set of hips that were just so perfectly rounded, a twink’s hips and a twink’s ass perfectly offered up to him. He was almost drooling at the sight, his eyes flicking down to the soft, supple sheath that was dangling down, the balls that were drawn up, small and almost invisible, like they were hidden for his pleasure and comparison.

It was truly a beautiful view, even if it was completely inhuman. Yet, there was something more about the fox that really held his attention. Something that was not just about the fact that he was built like a young man, but the way that he smiled, the way that he shifted to sit up and take Drew in: it was like looking at something adorable, something innocent, something that was, above all, [i]cute.[/i]

Suddenly, he started to understand why certain cultures had an obsession with the cute, and how they could focus on that aesthetic as much as they did. Certainly, looking at this young man, he started to feel the same.

Mikey got on all fours, crawling to the edge of the bed. He didn’t slink, nor did he stalk, he just padded forward like a happy young boy, stopping right at the corner of the bed. His tails wagged, the three different limbs swaying from side to side as his ears twitched, his eyes dropping down to Drew’s crotch.

“Mmmm, someone’s happy to see meeeeeeee,” he said in a giddy little sing-song voice. “Come on, take off the pants. Let me see what I’m going to be playing with tonight.”

“You…you sure?”

“Oh, yeah. I really want to see what you’re packing, Mister. Come on, take ‘em off, lemme see.”

It was the first time that anyone had been so interested in his package for years, and he wasn’t about to risk the fox changing his mind. Even as the kitsune leaned in, his nose scant inches away from the front of his jeans, Drew pulled his zipper down, dragging it out of the way of his rising bulge. His cock filled the front of his briefs, but before he could pull them down, Mikey leaned in the rest of the way and dragged his nose right along the edge of the bulge.

[i]Holy…holy fuck…[/i]

The feeling of a young fox nose there, the way that he could feel the sniffing that happened afterward, was enough to leave him throbbing like a teenager. It was six inches, if that, but it was still hard as steel, something that had been a little less easy to come by of late. He shivered, fighting the urge to grab the kitsune’s head and drag him down.

“Mmmm, you smell good, Mister. You’re going to feel so good in me, I just know it.”

“Mmmph…you talk like that for everyone?”

“Only ones like you.”

“Older men?”

“Special men.”

He groaned, his cock somehow throbbing even harder. Mikey’s clawed fingers found his underwear, pulled them down, and freed his cock all in one motion. He shivered as the hot air of the fox’s breath puffed over his shaft, the end of the muzzle so close that he could have sheathed his shaft down the fox’s muzzle in one smooth go.

[i]Why…why is this so hot?[/i]

It wasn’t like he’d been specifically looking for someone like an animal. He didn’t get into that, or at least, he didn’t think he did. Looking at the fluffy boy under him, looking at the way that Mikey’s ears kept flicking around, at the way that he kept sniffing at his crotch, he was starting to wonder how that would be.

But then Mikey looked up at him again, his tails wagging, and his mind went somewhere else.

“So, Mister, ready to have some fun?”

“You, uh, you sure that you want to…”

“Oh, yeah. I can’t cum without getting a fat human cock inside me. I just stay so soft and drippy. See?”

Mikey turned to the side, hiking a leg like some dog might have. Sure enough, a hint of red shaft could be seen poking out, ever so slightly, and it was dripping little strings of pre-cum down to the bed. He wondered how long that had been happening, and again, he wondered if it was fake or real, if the young man had been pushing that out a little bit at a time, or if it was happening on its own.

Either way, as Mikey turned around to show off his ass, it was all that Drew could do to not just slam in right then and there. The soft, furred rump, the gentle swell of his ass cheeks, the way that his hole clenched and almost winked at him? What man with a working dick could resist something like that? Mikey looked over his shoulder, smiling.

“Please, Mister, shove it in? I need that big fat dick of yours inside me.”

“I…don’t know if I can last long.”

“Oh, you don’t need to. I’m all ready for you. Just use me, please! That’s all I want you to do, Mister. Use me hard.”

[i]Fucking hell…[/i]

He walked right up to the edge of the bed, rubbing his cock between those furred cheeks. With the exception of the flesh right at the rim, it was all covered in soft fluff, softer than the downiest pillows and the gentlest sheets. It was all soft and warm, guiding him right to that hot, throbbing little spot between the cheeks, almost like this boy had been designed from the beginning to be fucked.

Maybe that was the case. Maybe that was how Mikey had been made.

[i]Mmmph…goddamn…[/i]

His cheeks burned as he gripped the base of his cock, hardly believing that he was going this far. Not just a prostitute, not just a younger man, but a male that wasn’t even human. Was there any going back from this?

“Come on, Mister. Stick it in me. Make me cum. I need your cock to cum…”

The slight whimper-whine in Mikey’s voice only made it worse, and he groaned under his breath as his cock throbbed all the harder. Oh, there was not going to be any holding back this time, that was for goddamn sure.

He lined up and slammed in. He half-expected his cock to be yanked to a halt by friction heat, but either the fox’s insides lubed themselves like a pussy, or he had pre-lubed. Either way, it meant that Drew could hammer on without even thinking about the consequences, so he did just that. He yanked Mikey back against him, moaning at the odd heat, the soft feeling of that fur against his crotch, the warmth that was smeared all along his cock and over his groin as he hammered away.

“Ah…ah…”

“Oh, yeah, Mister, that’s it! Oh, yes, use me! Use me! Don’t you love it? Love my cute little ass?”

He was so vocal, so teasing, so…so perfect. His asshole clenched down on Drew’s cock so hard, and he felt every little clench and squeeze and pulse that went through it. He moaned under his breath, picking up the pace, feeling like the kitsune was pulling him towards orgasm at a record pace.

More, he could hear the soft squirt-squelch of more pre-cum shooting, and he realized that the fox hadn’t been lying about that, at least. The little guy was dripping like a faucet, squirting all over the bed, smearing his juices everywhere. Each time Drew slammed in, Mikey moaned, his tails twitching and gripping at him like three flexible, furry arms.

“Oh, I love you humans. I love how good – ah – how good you feel. Oh, my god. Oh my goddess. Faster, please! Can you go a little faster? Please, please, please!”

Faster meant cumming sooner, but he was going to do that soon, anyway. The little guy begging like that? No way that he could turn him down. Drew groaned, picking up speed, ramming in, out, in, out, each and every thrust pushing him that little bit further, that little bit deeper. His hips hit that ass again and again, making it bounce against him, and he could feel his balls pulling up.

“Almost…almost…”

“R-roll me over! Please!”

He did, looking down at Mikey’s face. The young fox was panting, gasping, his cock completely out. It was hard, finally, but hardest and squirting whenever he bottomed out. The knot at the base swelled.

“Grab it! Grab it for me!”

Drew did as he was told, gripping Mikey’s knot, and –

“AAAAAAAAAAAA!”

The fox yipped and shouted and moaned, arching his back and cumming his brains out. Drew started, barely feeling his own orgasm in comparison as that hole tightened around him, more entranced by the sheer volume of cum that came flying. It was like watching a firehose go off, seeing the walls getting painted by the thick deluge of seed. The room went from smelling like sweat and sex to smelling like bitter, musky cum, and it only got stronger and stronger as the seconds ticked on.

Squirt, squelch, squirt, squelch. Mikey covered his face in cute embarrassment as he kept cumming, his muscle spasms milking Drew of everything he had. He slumped forward slightly, barely holding himself above the fox as the shots of cum became less violent, only splattering Mikey along the face and chest, instead. He shook his head.

“That was…amazing,” Drew said.

“Mmmmmph…” Mikey moaned still, his toes curling, his body shaking like something out of a hentai show.

“Heh…Heh…I don’t think…I don’t think I can go back to humans, now…”

“W-well, you g-g-got me…as long as y-your m-m-money l-lasts…”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: An older man goes to a hotel to meet a kitsune prostitute, and is struck dumb by just how arousing and cute he is.

Tags: M/M, prostitution, human, kitsune, cute, anal, teasing, worship, orgasm, cum, knot, hyper orgasm, age difference, hotel, guilt,