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Diseenith was content to spend his evening in bed. With such a tiresome day of sweetness and philanthropy behind him, he felt it was time to be a little bit selfish and enjoy himself, and that was precisely what he was in the middle of. He was comfortably propped up in his bed - furnished with plush pillows and warm, cuddly blankets as soft as down - with a book in his paws. The tome itself was a cheap novel, a meandering piece of nerdy tripe purchased from a goodwill store, but the more he read it, the more he thought that whoever would unleash such foul literature upon the world had a serious lack of the aforementioned good will in their heart; of course, in the most horrible way, the bat found the book funny, suffering not from poor grammar, nor catastrophic copy editing failures, but simply a plot that was fraught with more cliches than a soap opera, and a protagonist whose personality was so thin that Diseenith visualized him as being translucent if held up to a naked lightbulb. As he flipped the page, he allowed himself a chuckle, ordinarily a noise of sultry sexuality, but in that context, it was simply in humor.

Diseenith's tenuous enjoyment of the book was interrupted by two soft raps upon the richly-stained hardwood of his door, and before the bat could speak out with that gentle query, who is it?, the knocker let himself in. The bat knew who it was before he even stepped inside, for only one person was so comfortable as to simply barge in to his bedroom well beyond the sun's descent over the horizon - but considering the fact that Diseenith's sprawling manor was well beneath the earth, a dwelling suitable for any bat, the idea of sunlight in relation to the hour was a flimsy concept. The friendly face that entered was cute and energetic, and it was followed by a lanky body - he was a ferret, and his name, as Diseenith was strangely delighted to find out on the day of their first meeting, was Dizzle. He looked timidly around in the dimly-lit twilight of the bat's bedchamber, a room that was always lit tenuously to preserve the gloom which the bat was accustomed to, and he smiled as his eyes fell on Diseenith. "Hey there," he chirped in his friendly way before padding across the bedroom, across hardwood planks that segued into a Persian rug, through a room that was styled - along with the rest of the bat's abode - with the sensibility and reserve of an old-money English manor. "Good evening, Furret," Diseenith said with a fond smile tugging at the corners of his maw, though he did not turn his eyes on the small ferret. Dizzle invited himself into the bat's bed, whereupon he pressed close to the vampiric creature, seeking - and receiving - warmth and acceptance.

"What are you reading?" Dizzle asked with endearing curiosity, peering over the bat's shoulder. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the gloom well enough for reading; it was a level of darkness which Diseenith's eyes were naturally accustomed. "Marcus clambered from the wreckage of his escape pod, and he gazed upon the barren surface of the alien world with eyes both melancholy at the loss of his ship and crew, and determined to survive the harsh land before him. Moments before he could grab for the emergency laser pistol - the one he had stowed in the escape pod's medicine chest just hours before due to some strange premonition - he was snatched by a hulking behemoth of an alien, and--, Diseen, this book is awful," Dizzle laughed, earning a coy smile and a kiss to match from the bat. "Why would you read something so terribly silly?" Diseenith echoed the kiss from before, but this time, after closing that terrible book and tossing it aside, he wrapped a slender arm around the ferret's body, and he stroked over the clothed back and flank of the cute, scrawny mustelid. "Because, my sweet," he cooed, fondly grinding his snout into the ferret's own, "I have a love of silly, nonsensical things." The gesture and the words made the ferret blush and laugh; Diseenith had a way of being both benevolent and haughty, intelligent and accessible; it made him a fun and interesting person to be around. Diseenith's witticisms also tended to make the ferret rather horny, perhaps because an intellect so much sharper than his own was a desirable quality; he began to nuzzle and nibble on the bat's chin - considering his unusually short height, putting him merely at the bat's shoulder, he was well-suited to such tender affections - and he stroked over his winged friend's bare chest and stomach. These gentle stroked led his paws, of course, across the bat's crotch, covered by well-fitting boxers. Cutely, he rumbled and growled, and his lust, as was his affection, was overstated - but still, Diseenith saw room to tease and make life difficult. With the bat, there was no other way.

"Now, now," Diseenith rumbled, delivering his words directly into an ear, "use your words, my sweet. Act like a big boy, lest I spank you and send you to bed without your supper." Dizzle wanted to giggle at the humor, but he resisted the urge. Instead, he whispered into the bat's ear, craning his head up to do so. "Have me tonight, Diseen," he said softly, licking his lips after those words. "Have me close to you. Fuck me, please..." Dizzle thought - and perhaps, in a corner of his personality that longed to be teased, hoped - that Diseenith's denial may last a few moments longer, but the immediate gratification of closeness and imminent lovemaking was enough to dispel that temporary wanting from the ferret's mind. The bat rolled over atop the small form of the unusually short ferret, whereupon he gently pinned the cute, blushing mustelid. With fangs made for sucking blood, Diseenith nibbled and prodded his neck in a manner both affectionate and quite subtly sadistic, yet his urge for blood was very much in check. His intention was to merely tease and please, and in that regard, his ministrations were ample for Dizzle. The ferret cooed and moaned, squirming beneath the bat's slender form, his pants tenting with the obvious, bold bulge of an erection; Diseenith's own penis was yet dormant, a sight more jaded than the cute and admittedly easy ferret's own, but it would be ready when he needed it - it always was. "And how does my handsome mister Furret want it?" Diseenith simultaneously whispered and rumbled into a pert, round ear, spurring Dizzle to shut his eyes and shudder. Dizzle didn't know if the bat was asking for a position or something more abstract, but whatever input the winged, sultry creature wanted, what he got was honest and blunt. "He wants it bad," the ferret shuddered, self-conscious about speaking in the third-person, though Diseenith was not offended; rather, he grinned. Dizzle could be intoxicatingly cute, and that was one such occasion.

With greater intent to both arouse and love, Diseenith gnawed tenderly upon the prostrate neck of the ferret, drawing his long tongue across arteries that pulsated, promising fresh, warm blood, but it was not a reservoir he intended to drink from. However, Dizzle wouldn't have terribly minded if the bat chose that night to feed from him; the vampire's theatrics and teasing ministrations were enough to render him compliant to a fault, and it was with an air of supreme submission that he tilted his head and further offered his neck. The sight made Diseenith grin, and it spurred him to nip and gnaw, yet he could not muster the appetite to bite down. With clawed, slender digits, he tickled and teased down the flanks of the prone, pinned ferret, but the teases were the priority; the tickles were just a casualty of finely-tipped claws. "Oh, Diseenith!" the ferret gasped and cooed, his words interrupted only now and again by tiny slivers of laughter, yet those noises sounded natural amidst his lewd moaning. It was with his own paws - far more delicate and all-around cuddly than the bat's - that he started to return some of the affection he was receiving. He gently palmed and rubbed the bat's great, tender ears, coaxing a squeak and a moan most uncharacteristic from Diseenith, but not one he seemed to resent or grow bashful over. He rumbled fond noises to the ferret in response to such affection, but Dizzle's ear-centric lovings were not destined to last. Ears were a supremely weak spot on any bat, and Diseenith was not exempt from such a rule; he was aroused by the touch, and his blunt-tipped cock struggled fruitlessly against the material of his boxer-shorts. He sat up, Dizzle's paws falling away from his twitching ears, and he pressed his behind to the bulge of Dizzle's own shaft. By no means did he intend to bottom for the ferret, for that was not his style in the least, but any opportunity to tease was very much Diseenith's game. He grinned down at the ferret, forcing his own desperate lust aside, masquerading as an ever calm and cool lover, and that casual look drove Dizzle wild. "You're so handsome and sexy, Diseen," he cooed, putting his paws on the toned plane of the bat's chest, where they stroked with reverence. "And you," Diseenith said softly, "are nearly vulgar in your desperation, but ever endearing for it."

With efficient paws, Diseenith removed Dizzle's shirt, which was easily pulled up and off with the ferret's cooperation. His pants were a bit more difficult, but not impossible to deal with; he scooted down the small ferret's legs, out of the reach of his fond paws, and he unzipped and unbuttoned those pesky jeans, which he then slid down. He clutched not only the denim, but also the material of the ferret's own boxer-shorts, doing away with both garments, tugging them off completely before setting them aside. Just briefly, he clutched and palmed the blunt-tipped length of Dizzle's own shaft, and he treated it to a few firm, pumping strokes that coaxed a sharp moan or two from the ferret's lips - but as with any pleasure delivered by Diseenith, it was fleeting and teasing, and it ended when the vampire once more straddled the ferret's hips. He felt no danger to his own masculinity when the ferret's dripping penis brushed against the underwear-clad cheeks of his ass, but he felt no discernible wanting, either; he was going to fuck Dizzle, and it was as simple as that, yet there was still quality time to be spent teasing. "And here you are again, naked upon my bed," Diseenith said, his tones a purr, and a damned sultry one, at that. Dizzle couldn't help but grin, though it seemed contrived in light of the blush on his cheeks and the arousal burning in his eyes. He was a cute young man with a serious need to be dominated; Diseenith always delivered in the end, but getting there was a lesson in patience. And, failing patience, it was a lesson in teasing and endurance.

Slowly, with the air of a fond lover - which, Diseenith reflected, was not far off the mark with Dizzle - the bat trailed a clawed fingertip down the ferret's slender chest, through silky fluff that felt like what he imagined was the texture of billowy, lazy clouds. "Speak," he cooed, earning a tiny, cute smile from Dizzle. "What is it you want most?" The ferret reached out slowly, and with a paw that was nearly worshiping, he clutched the throbbing bulge of the bat's erection, coaxing a moan from his handsome lips. Dizzle said nothing, but Diseenith saw fit to let it slide; his actions spoke many times louder than any words would have in that situation. "Then that's what you'll get," Diseenith hissed, leaning down for a brisk smooch on the lips, one Dizzle eagerly returned. Then, in a quick motion, Diseenith turned on the cap of a knee and dismounted the ferret. Eagerly, Dizzle moved to his paws and knees, while Diseenith quickly and smoothly did away with his boxers; the both of them nude and simply ready, the bat scooted up to the prostrate ferret's taut behind, and he took hold of those slender hips. Smiling, but in a way more lewd and less sweet, Diseenith slid his manhood between the cuddly-furred cheeks of Dizzle's behind, and with gentle grinds of his hips, he hot-dogged them. Beneath, Dizzle gently shivered and cooed, and his own shaft oozed with pre, leaving a tiny damp spot upon the bed linen, but Diseenith cared not if they made a mess; that was what he had hired a maid for. He pulled back, and then he pushed forward anew; this time, the blunt, wet tip of his shaft pressed against the fleshy pucker of Dizzle's tail hole, and they both groaned at that gratifying, unmistakable sensation of flesh against flesh, the homoerotic prod that preceded anal sex; Dizzle brushed his tail across the bat's chest and shivered. Diseenith widened his smile to show teeth - more than just his fangs, which were always visible - and he pushed forward. He was silent, maintaining quite a poker face as he slowly entered the ferret's tight behind, but Dizzle was anything but stoic, and his fervent, adorably impassioned moans cut the otherwise still air.

As Diseenith's hips pressed flush to the Dizzle's taut behind, thus hilting his manhood in that quivering, tight pucker, he emitted a lazy, content sigh. Inversely, Dizzle groaned, his pleasure such that a more jaded creature would have thought he was faking it, but, with a smile most lewd, Diseenith acknowledged that he most certainly was not exaggerating - the ferret was simply a noisy, sensual creature, and Diseenith couldn't recall a single lay where the ferret hadn't been a noisy little thing. With no words, just a clear fondness for the handsome young man beneath, Diseenith stroked down the ferret's slender back, across the bony protrusions of his shoulderblades and on the long, flexible curve of his spine. Dizzle, already arching, bent his back more so; ferrets were notorious for a nearly freakish level of contortionism, but Diseenith found it cute, and curiously arousing in its' own right. Bearing a coy grin that tugged his lips up to expose more of his teeth, Diseenith at last began fucking that cute ferret; with slow, steady pumps of his hips, he eased his swollen manhood out of the mustelid creature, only to sink it back in just as smoothly and skilfully. Beneath, Dizzle groaned and cooed the praises of such fine lovemaking and accessible pleasures, and he wrapped his tail around one of the bat's arms, a gesture of affection and possessiveness that made Diseenith smile. With that tail-bound paw on the ferret's hip, Diseenith leaned over the submissive, moaning creature, and he planted his other paw in the plush down of the comforters on the bed. Leaning over Dizzle so possessively, he nibbled and licked the edge of a rounded ear, causing it to flick endearingly; its' owner gasped and shuddered, momentarily pulling away, but ultimately offering himself up for the tickling, teasing gnaws.

Diseenith' hips bumped the ferret's behind a little faster and harder with every passing moment; he oozed a nearly constant trickle of his slick preseminal fluid into that snug anal passage, just as Dizzle's own shaft sullied the bed beneath. "Oh, ooh, yesss, Diseen," he whimpered with sweetness, his tones pulled into high, irregular snatches by the pleasure. Diseenith lightly huffed, for he was just as afflicted - if not more - by that wonderful feeling, but he was ever the reserved and considerate lover. He defied Dizzle's tail and pulled his paw out of its' tender grip, and with that free mitt, he trailed his claws up and down the length of the ferret's chest and belly, first going with the grain of the fur, then defying it on the way back, digging his claws into the fluff to scratch lovingly over tender flesh. On a return trip with the flow of the ferret's downy fluff, Diseenith's paw bumped the throbbing flesh of his erection, but he did not dote upon it, or even acknowledge it. Dizzle let out with a small cry, a single syllable of a whimper, but it was just a symptom of the sex and the passion, and on that note, he wanted more intimacy out of the bat. "Diseenith," he panted, his rare use of the bat's full name commanding authority, "god, this is so good!" The compliment spurred a grin from the bat, but the ferret's actions forced him into a momentary pause; Dizzle smoothly dropped from his all-fours, and he lay upon his side. Diseenith kept flush to the ferret, and as such, his manhood never left the small creature, even when he felt that tight tail hole gently twisting around his member. In this new position, Dizzle wrapped an arm around the bat's neck with haste, and he pulled him in close for a kiss, one the ferret started, but one Diseenith dominated with his long, slick tongue.

Dizzle was more than happy to be teased and pleased; stuffed in one end and hungrily kissed on the other, the ferret was delighted with his situation. With greater strength and the obvious signs of an oncoming climax, Diseenith pounded the ferret, his hips nearly too fast to follow, even with the concessions of the slightly awkward position. As a bat, he was naturally a slender, flexible creature, and Dizzle could attest to - and appreciate - that contortionism. He tried to speak, moaning his frantic and mindless syllables into Diseenith's mouth, and though they were muffled twice - first by the invading tongue, then by the lips against his own - neither creature seemed to care. All Diseenith picked up on were the desperate tones, and in the nearly feral mindset that was fast approaching with his climax, simple tones were all he could really comprehend. That intelligence and gentle loving was melting away as the need to get off overtook him, and with only a few more ruthless thrusts that smacked his slender pelvis into the ferret's taut behind, the bat shuddered and came, shooting his mighty wad into the ferret's body, filling that tender behind with thick cream. It made Dizzle quake and moan, but it was not enough to push him to a climax of his own; that was why Diseenith wrapped a paw around the ferret's length and began stroking him off. With his own release out of the way, the bat was once more thoughtful and gentle; all that mattered was Dizzle's pleasure and well-being, and that was what spurred him to give the ferret such a loving handjob. Lapping and sucking with greater lust and fondness on the mustelid's inviting maw, the bat palmed and stroked with all his skill. Dizzle's throbbing, blunt-tipped cock left the bat's palm saturated in pre, that lazy, incessant dick drool, and so he used to lubricate his palm and take any and all friction out of that particular equation; pumping, squeezing, palming and tugging, Diseenith finally felt the ferret's member twitch and throb, accompanied by a full-body shudder and a very tight clench with his behind that coaxed a wavering moan from the bat himself. Dizzle blasted his load into the blankets, leaving an impressive, white zigzag that neither creature cared to examine.

As he broke off the kiss, Diseenith peppered kisses on the ferret's jawline, yet he did segue into more sensual gnaws and nips here and there. Dizzle, quaking and shuddering, nuzzled into the bat's muzzle. "That was great," he cooed, hugging the bat close. "It was," Diseenith answered with soft tones, willingly pressing flush to the ferret. In time, they drifted off to sleep together, just as they were.