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Part 2 out of 5. If there's enough call for it, I may release the remaining portions two to a day--meaning that the third part will be released this evening, and the fourth and fifth tomorrow morning and evening. Comments, as always, are greatly appreciated.

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After finishing the meal and cleaning up its remains, Dazen announced that he wished to check the feeds for any new assignments; a job could come through the pipe any time, and their hyperdrive voyage could have effectively put them up to three days behind an incoming request. So, Kalen set to work installing and activating the secure uplink terminal, enlisting Dazen's aid for running cables and moving parts of the sizable console. Though Dazen, like most galactic citizens in this day and age, was certainly technologically literate, the terminal itself operated with a plentitude of arcane functionalities and settings, requiring Kalen's far superior command of secure networking software. Dazen felt more like a lackey and less like the leader of their little mercenary team as he watched the screens flash by under the control of Kalen's flicking fingertips. He felt relieved when he saw the familiar uplink connection screen--something he definitely recognized, thank goodness--and watched with fingers mentally crossed while the hulking terminal sought to establish an interconnection amidst the nameless stars.

It took longer than he was used to for the console to make any visible progress whatsoever, but though patience was not generally one of the big hybrid's strong points, he waited without complaint because he knew how loosely-populated this sector was: the signal had a greater distance to travel here, rather than jumping along its quick planet-surface link used by the terminal at their home base.

The tension of waiting made him grind his teeth, just a little, but just as he was about to ask Kalen if perhaps they'd forgotten a part or miscalibrated the signal, it caught on to some undoubtedly faint strand of data streaming through the universe, and began to load the Internet in earnest. The interconnections of sophisticated AI and supercomputers over the years had made the Internet like some kind of protozoal life form, and it spread itself with a nearly infectious zeal, making possible the kinds of interlinks necessary to maintain contact across the galaxies.

It took Dazen a bit to log into the secure network and look up the feeds; the terminal was fresh, and so was the connection, meaning that the data would be slower and harder to obtain. But the progress could be watched easily, rather than being enigmatic and concealed within the brains of the terminal, so it kept him from becoming impatient amidst workings out of his sight.

The means of securing labor of the sorts that Kalen and Dazen offered were, by necessity, rather furtive; with this consideration in mind, elaborate networks that veiled the identities of patron and mercenary alike were the modus operandi for all such negotiations. The upshot of this was that it helped greatly reduce the chances of either party being tracked by the authorities that very often became involved after the fact; the downside was that it made checking all the aliases and inboxes a rather time-consuming gesture. Still, it was their income, so Dazen waded into it with a will.

At the end of his sifting, there was only a single expression of interest amidst the requisite junk mail--Dazen was always reminded of the seeming absurdity that spam could still find its way to an anonymous, unposted address. In the classic hyper-vagueness of a client of some status, the message described a research and development warehouse of a firm evidently rival to that of the client that was "in need of an unscheduled demolition." It was common for such messages to be followed by a dance of bartering and pseudo-threats to establish the terms and price of the arrangement, and Dazen typed up a rather boilerplate rendition in response, running it quickly by Kalen for proofreading before sending it on its merry way to some unspecified soul. This kind of job tended to command a moderate tier of compensation, so it would definitely be worth their while to not let it get away.

Just to be on the safe side, he also checked the latest buzz on the bounty charts and wanted lists. Nothing new--just that one dinky bounty the disgruntled brother-in-law of one of their hits had put out long ago. It was so small that it was referred to in the trade as "guppy chow"--the kind of bounty that inexperienced bounty hunters would go after, thinking it something they could handle even at their skill level, and then realize that the target was in fact something way beyond their league, more than often losing significant assets, if not their lives, should they go so far as to make the actual attempt. More experienced hunters, knowing full well the danger of taking on another bounty hunter, would be far less likely to even bother in the first place--let alone for such a small reward. But that was part of the merit of gaining experience, after all--some of it made your life easier, and some of it made it easier to stay alive.

Dazen closed up the terminal, putting it into a standby mode that would occasionally and discreetly check the feeds so that he'd know more quickly if their nervous potential client contacted them again--in some jobs, time was of the essence, and he wanted to make sure they could respond promptly in case this one turned out to be of that sort.

He turned sideways in the chair that Kalen had brought in from the dining room--a chair for the computer was apparently one of the only things the liguar had forgotten, and considering that the dining table could seat guests, they wouldn't be needing quite that many chairs for now--and stretched in place, half-facing his younger partner. "I could use a nice soak, since I smell like rainforest pieces and pre-made housing. You coming?"

Kalen's ears perked up visibly. "Sure! Only--" they swiveled back in worry, "I'm not sure the tub is large enough?"

The big hybrid stood up and moved towards his bedroom, ruffling Kalen's hair along the way with a smile. "No harm in trying, right?"

There was a certain pragmatic grace in the statement, and Kalen decided it was worth the try. Even if they couldn't fit, there was never a reason not to get nice and up-close with the disrobed body of one Dazen Cobalt. And--come to think of it, he hadn't been the one to unpack the miscellaneous bathroom goods. Perhaps Dazen knew something he didn't?

He followed after Dazen to the master suite, and it came as no surprise to him that the hunky beast was already half-naked by the time he caught up there--Dazen's exploits had certainly given him plenty of practice in the quick-strip maneuver. It was almost hypnotic to Kalen to behold the sculpted perfection of Dazen's body; virtually any time there was any excuse or possibility to ogle it, his eyes seemed to be magnetized to the same plane as that magnificent testament to the male form. This had nearly been disastrous on a few occasions when Dazen was exposed for whatever reason while they were on a mission, since Kalen's tasks were generally the fiddly ones that required focus to execute and maintain--the disruption, though welcome to Kalen's tastes, wasn't in the best of timing.

He did his best to concentrate on shedding his own clothing, but Dazen's head start meant that he was butt-naked before Kalen had even unzipped his own pants. This didn't make Kalen's efforts any easier, either, as there was something of a proportional relationship between the lack of clothing on Dazen's body and the inexorability of its ability to attract Kalen's attention. Dazen smirked as he headed out of the room and towards the bathroom, giving Kalen's rump a firm squeeze with one hand, the middle finger slipping between the two mounds and whisking delicately across the liguar's entrance, causing him to nearly lose his balance in decadent surprise. He knew Kalen might protest such treatment once in a while, but the gesture would be truly token; the fact of the matter was that Kalen scarcely loved anything more, and they both tacitly knew this truth inside and out.

Kalen was hopping in an effort to extricate his leg from his pants as he sallied forth from the master suite, giving a last kick with his foot to send the article back into the room as he himself departed it. As he walked into the bathroom, where Dazen was already standing, back to the doorway, he heard a beep and a whirr--a sound that his reflexes screamed was some kind of motion- or heat-actuated mechanism. A trap?

Evidently he and Dazen had the same idea, as the both of them turned into a tangled mess of limbs and tails as each automatically attempted to place his own body in front of whatever trap might be awaiting in the room, as each naturally impulsively felt that he would be able to better withstand some kind of bomb or other harm better than the other, and didn't want the other to be hurt.

The assemblage was by no means well-balanced, and the two of them managed to arrest the imminent fall with awkwardly-angled arms and hands upon countertop and doorway. Kalen flinched, assuming there would be some kind of pain--

But instead, after a brief pause that felt like an eternity, there was a strange and quaint little fanfare, lightly muted. "Congratulations!" said a pre-recorded voice.

The two of them glanced at each other in disbelief and confusion, and Dazen did his best to extricate and right Kalen before standing up properly himself.

The voice, perky and enthusiastic, continued on after letting a few bars of the fanfare play. "You've been randomly selected as a winner in the CottaNomics 5th Anniversary Celebration Giveaway! As a Second Prize winner, your--" here the voice became slightly robotic and monotonic, "Customized CottaCabin--" and then perky once more, "has been upgraded with a deluxe whirlpool bathtub, at absolutely no charge to you! Our engineer-architects, who helped ensure that your home was perfectly to your specifications, have made sure that this design is structurally sound and fits your existing design without significant adjustment! Your whirlpool bathtub is easy to use! To activate the soothing jets?"

Dazen spoke over the mindlessly-reciting recording. "I was wondering why you didn't think the tub was big enough for both of us."

"Each nozzle can swivel independently to direct its flow any way you like!..."

Kalen finally got the opportunity to look at the tub properly, and sure enough, the new model was probably twice as large as the standard bathtub he'd included without a thought in the original blueprints. He and Dazen typically only took showers back home--occasionally both of them at once, in fact--and so the notion of a tub for two hadn't really occurred to him in the midst of his interior planning. "Well, I?I guess I hadn't planned on winning a contest that I didn't know I'd been entered into!"

"Please be sure to only use phosphate-free soaps in the tub to ensure that the nozzles don't corrode--"

Dazen panned the room with his gaze. "You'd think they could include a manual instead. How do I shut this thing up?"

"Cleaning your whirlpool tub is easy! Just use a bristled brush and common cleanser--"

Kalen winced slightly. "I think it's the robots inside the walls. You'd have to rip out the circuitry, and that might seriously mess up the power in the rest of the house, for all I know."

"Be sure not to use acid-based cleansers, as this may void the warranty on your new whirlpool tub!..."

"How hard can it be?" Dazen reached over to the FlowTemp selector--a rather elegant yet practical update to the typical faucet knob, and a somewhat pricey upgrade, Kalen realized--and turned it to the region marked "pretty hot," then gave the inner dial an expert twist for full-blast flow and pushed it inward, causing water to immediately begin gushing from the tap below. The noise of the water splashing into the spacious tub filled the room, obstructing the recording by brute audio force, as it were.

Kalen dipped his hand into the water, and it was just at the brink of being too hot, which was the perfect temperature with which to draw a bath, since they would cool down as you soaked, and if you weren't careful, you could end up in a very large lukewarm puddle very quickly. He was impressed with the speed with which the tub was filling; he knew that water heaters these days were remarkably efficient and rapid, but he wasn't honestly sure how the house was drawing up water this quickly. He'd have to get a look at those filtration specs from the house's blueprints; bathing in scarcely-filtered river water wasn't something he necessarily wanted to make a habit of, though he imagined that it would certainly at least be fine for now.

Though he probably should have expected it, Kalen was slightly surprised to feel Dazen place his hand again upon the smaller creature's rump. The larger fellow was the consummate tease, and such behavior was accordingly his modus operandi without question. Dazen gave him a quick but ardent butt-rub, middle finger again comfortably sandwiched between the gluteal mounds that the other fingers were attending to, causing a fur-ruffling tickle all along the liguar's rear, in turn eliciting a squeal of a giggle from the younger mercenary. For most people Kalen likely wouldn't let himself be ticklish, but when around a naked Dazen his inhibitions were essentially nil.

"You were out there tromping around the forest with me, too," said Dazen quietly, bending his muzzle down so that it could be heard amidst the sounds of the faucet and the still-discoursing winner's announcement inside the wall. "I think I'd better make sure you get cleaned up before you get dirt in my nice clean sheets." His tone was somewhat matter-of fact, lightly veiling the sultry promise within.

A tiny shiver of erotic excitement zinged along Kalen's spine as he detected it. "What, you don't like things dirty?" he said, grinning like a jester as he peered back up at his part-time lover, part-time business partner.

The liguar had a point, and Dazen couldn't think of a way to answer that without creating an opening, so he simply gave a playful purr-growl and, with a dexterous pull of his arm, pressed Kalen's body against his, front to front. His hand slid down further along the contours of Kalen's backside, lifting the smaller shifter via the seat and perineum, while his other arm embraced the backs of Kalen's shoulders, keeping him from tipping away as gravity sought to wrest him from Dazen's lift.

Kalen instinctively wrapped his arms around Dazen in a combination reflex of support-seeking and desire, mind somewhat distracted from savoring the flesh he clung to by the very need to cling to it to avoid a tumble to the floor. The larger mercenary carried him easily and lightly, like some kind of stuffed toy or featherweight waif, as he stepped over into the tub that by now was almost three-quarters filled. His stance was steady, allaying momentary concerns in Kalen's mind about what might happen should Dazen lose traction as the larger male set his feet down into the water.

Using his absurdly prehensile and dexterous tail as an added support for the shared mass of the two feline chimeras, Dazen carefully lowered himself into the water, its surface turbid with motion as the hot water continued to pour into the large basin. The liquid joined them in their embrace, coming up to the lower bounds of Dazen's expansive chest in his seated position.

"Mm, the water is great," purred Kalen. "This looks like a lucky stroke to have won."

Dazen ran a hand slowly along Kalen's submerged lower back. "True, but I can think of some -other- strokes I'm lucky to have." He moved his thumb and forefinger, at first together, against the upper half of Kalen's tailbase, allowing them to part as they pushed downward around its circumference, and then returning the fingertips together as they passed its widest point, finally encircling it as they met once again. He applied pressure to the tips, lightly but deftly stretching the short isthmus of flesh between the liguar's tailbase and entrance.

Kalen gave a pleased murr at the sensation, and he leaned in to entreaty his partner's muzzle for a kiss with his own. Not surprisingly, the request was granted with reflexive speed; his first kiss was light and somewhat breathless as the mood was still setting in, despite Kalen's immense craving for more action from the nude hybrid he was intoxicatingly close to at that moment.

Dazen noticed, in the methodical way that caused even facts at the fringes of his awareness to reliably register and be reacted to, that the tub had now essentially filled. While it did have overflow drains--a definite necessity for the swirling, frothing waters of a whirlpool tub, unless one didn't mind having to mop the rest of the bathroom after a nice soak--there was no point in wasting either water or the energy to heat it, so he mentally instructed his tail to address the flow. Its built-in AI kicked in, extending it to press the flow selector further in, causing it to ratchet over and then lock in the outward position with the help of the water pressure in the plumbing, shutting off the flow of the water abruptly. But that was all a distant fact as he savored the taste of Kalen's mouth on his, a light hors d' oeuvres of flavor as an appetizer for the grand feast soon to arrive.

In their current position, Kalen had a greater degree of mobility afforded him, and he wasn't about to let an advantage go unused. He unfolded his arms, one at a time, moving them over the tops of Dazen's shoulders so that he could maneuver them as needed, allowing his limbs access to the transparent polymer handles behind Dazen's back without being encumbered by Dazen's sizable guns immediately above them. He ground his groin down and forward, rubbing it sensuously against Dazen's groin in the delightfully steamy water, his head rolling sideways and back slightly as he smirked with a combination of innocence and devilish glee, one eye opening to gaze at the larger hybrid teasingly.

The two often teased each other--it was a common way to get things moving, in their quirky romance that was about as physical as it was emotional--and Dazen took the bait. He pressed in with the one hand already placed on Kalen's rump, increasing the pressure of the liguar's grinding dramatically and thus also making the sensations more potent for Dazen himself, placing the other a little above it on Kalen's back and pushing down to anchor the smaller hybrid in place. "Bet you think you can get me hard with your little games, don'tcha runt?" He ran his index finger on his lower hand in a few quick circles around the fringes of Kalen's tight pucker.

The movement sent shivers up Kalen's spine and it was extremely difficult for him to maintain composure; a few twitches jarred his composure, but he continued to look the part of the lusty rogue. "Why yes, I'm quite sure I can. I think a nice hormone-laden stud like yourself can't resist a lithe, toned liguar all naked and horny in his lap for very long at all." He tried to give a bit more of a grind with his hips, but the pressure exerted by Dazen's hands made it little more than a twitch when all was said and done.

Hearing Kalen talk dirty never failed to make Dazen hard, and while his member was somewhat plumped already from what they'd been up to so far, the combination of the liguar's groin plastered firmly against his and the sensual speaking delving into his mind via his ears was taking it up to peak hardness via the express rail. He exploited his significant advantage in strength and slowly but firmly counter-ground against Kalen, his sheath retreating nubbily away from around his shaft as it pressed and slid roughly against Kalen's also-engorging package. "I think such cheeky little creatures will end up with more?reaction than they've counted on."

Kalen's breath came in noisily as the sensation of the lewd riposte made its way to his brain in segments. He hung on with his hands as he tried to lift and swing his hips, Dazen's grip notwithstanding, in an effort to feel the larger hybrid's stiffening meat against his tailbase. It took some doing, but he made some progress. "Is--that--so?" He grunted, as he squirmed. "I guess we'll just have to see if you can put your meat where your mouth is...!"

But Dazen restrained him carefully. "I know you want to feel my rod inside you, but the bathtub isn't the place. It'll be kind of irritating--trust me on this one."

Kalen grimaced with blatant frustration evident upon his visage. "But--! I can probably shift or something to fix it!"

Dazen leaned in, speaking softly into the shifter's ear in the deep and quiet but lusty voice that he generally reserved for Kalen in suitable moments. "Chill. You'll still enjoy this...trust me."

That voice, rare though it was, had become thoroughly conditioned in Kalen's mind; he practically melted as it flowed into some deep part of his mind and elicited past memories saturated with passion and lust. His eyes fluttered closed momentarily as he drew in another breath; he then recovered slowly and gazed back into his larger partner's eyes. "...oh gosh...you should have a warning label on that voice of yours. I feel like there's no way I can ever say no to it."

A faint shadow of a smile flittered across Dazen's countenance. "I'm pretty sure you can't, but you know I only use it when it's worth your while."

Kalen was about to protest that virtually any use of it amounted to abuse, but then he realized that every other time it had been used, earth-shaking orgasms usually resulted from the events to follow. He clamped his mouth shut briefly, then spoke-- "...I guess that's true. So...what are you going to do now, big boy?"

Now that Kalen's groin wasn't very well aligned with Dazen's, the larger mercenary had no need to press it firmly against himself, and so he released much of the pressure. "You'll see. Hit the jets, will ya?" He flicked his gaze over to the waterproofed console, which was about aligned with his shins on the top of the tub's side wall.

It was an odd thing in the midst of what might ordinarily constitute bedroom talk, but Kalen wasn't about to question the request. He turned his head just long enough to figure out what button seemed like it would activate the water-shooting nozzles in the walls of the tub, and acrobatically clung with one hand to the far wall's handle while whipping the other out to nail the proper switch. However, his balancing hand caused him to slip a bit with the momentum, sending his reaching hand somewhat off balance and causing it to hit two switches at once. The jets all around the tub turned on just as they were supposed to, massaging the two of them from multiple sides, and Kalen was surprised to feel that the water coming from them seemed just a bit warmer than the rest of the water in the tub. The button had wavy lines on it, and he surmised that perhaps there was a device included to help keep the bathwater hot by heating the water passing through the jets--thus fixing something he'd always hated about taking baths: they went cold so quickly. All this passed through his mind in flickers of thought more comprised of image than articulation; it left him with a slight admiration for the tub's designers.

He returned to facing Dazen up close; the larger hybrid was sporting a stolid expression to mask his clear satisfaction derived from the several jets aimed directly at his back. "Thanks," he said simply. "Now to deal with that lithe naked liguar you mentioned." His tail snaked out from behind him and formed something like a coil atop the area of his knees, while he used both hands to lift Kalen's hips up towards his muzzle.

The movement was a small surprise for Kalen, as it put him off physical balance, but he'd felt the fur of Dazen's tail sweep around his rump, and decided that the larger hybrid probably had something planned, so he let go of the handlegrip one of his hands was still clinging to and unfurled his torso as smoothly as possible into the water behind him, hoping to be able to float on his back if nothing else. Yet his upper back had scarcely dropped past the surface of the liquid when he felt the solid softness of Dazen's tail coiled under him in the water. He relaxed onto its suspending support, letting his buoyed weight go loose as Dazen retained a slight lift on the liguar's hips, the peaceably roiling waters coming up around his frame and tickling at his ears.

Dazen gave Kalen just enough time to get comfortable atop his tail before getting to work; he began by carefully setting the teeth of his upper jaw amidst the stretchy, fur-velveted flesh of Kalen's scrotal sac, while the lower ones he used to lightly rake the soaked surface of the liguar's perineum. With a delicacy honed by expertise, he applied just the right amount of force, creating a textured vise over the two sensitive and erogenous regions. The effect was quite punctual in arriving; he could feel the reflexive microspasms of Kalen's body through his muzzle's hold and the bliss-kindled relaxation of the shifter's torso through his tail. He heard Kalen's pleased sigh, followed by a faint "oh man" that he suspected Kalen hadn't intended for him to hear.

He then drew his mouth slowly away, applying light suction along with deft use of his tongue, coming away moistly just before moving back in, his tongue now reaching out to the base of Kalen's shaft. He pressed it against the blood-hardened flesh, flattening the erection against the liguar's torso as he slid his tongue up the length of the lance, dexterous, moist muscle matching the contours of the vein-filigreed organ. He drew his muzzle in closer to his tongue's end as it neared the head, and as he reached the tip, he flicked his tongue backward, causing the blood-filled appendage to spring back with its internal pressure into his waiting mouth. He easily slid the length of the shaft into his muzzle, the length of the two seeming to be perfectly matched as he raised his head, tilting the angle of the flesh to become more perpendicular to Kalen's hips. He kept it there for a while, the entire staff's length buried in the hot and wet cavern, ensconced in finest ivories and palatine ridges, as he felt Kalen writhe and unabashedly moan at the surprising and total immersion of his sensitive cock within such a sensuous palace.

It was for good reason; Kalen was experiencing a kind of overload that he'd never once encountered before. His body was being massaged and teased by the jets of delectably warm water coursing through his submerged fur, while the moistness of his wet pelt above the surface of the water was a contrasting coolness in the vapor-carrying air. The fleeting foam churned up by the surging waters hissed lightly in his ears as it tickled them and the sides of his head, ruffling his hair. Dazen's tail, coiled beneath him, was strong but supple, and felt firm but comforting as it suspended him at the water's border, and Dazen's hands on his hips made their control over his body known without causing him any discomfort. This was, of course, without even mentioning the intense feeling of Dazen's expertise in oral stimulation that was currently drowning Kalen's member in luscious sensation that continuously sieged his mind with delight. He'd previously considered the whirlpool tub to simply be a nice surprise, but now, what scanty articulation remained in his mind was thanking the heavens for the blessing--it was a new and amazing experience that he'd never have gotten to try otherwise.

But Dazen was already moving on; in a few moments he applied heavier suction and slowly pulled his muzzle from around Kalen's member. The lower pressure inside his mouth acted almost like a vacuum pump, coaxing more blood into the organ and bringing it to a peak of hardness and volume; he could feel it become even more turgid on his tongue as he reached its flared head. He released the suction smoothly and descended again, engulfing it to its base another time, and then repeated the suction-and-pulling maneuver, repeating it several times to ensure that Kalen's cock would be hard as could be. The size and solidity were both turn-ons to Dazen, and he knew the state would intensify the sensations Kalen would experience.

When he was satisfied with the effect, he began to deftly knead Kalen's buttocks with the fingers that were placed upon them already, and he turned his head somewhat sideways, extending his tongue fully so that he could wrap it around the shaft like a ring of sensuous, moist muscle. Using this, his lips, and occasionally his front teeth carefully, he drew it up and down the engorged flesh with expert timing and intensity, intending to propel Kalen to climax as soon as possible. He'd worked with the smaller shifter enough to know how to do it.

At this point Kalen was moaning and murring with abandon, sporadic gasps escaping him as stimuli occasionally sparked especially strong responses in his mind's pleasure centers. Dazen had expanded his cock to what Kalen was pretty sure was the maximum he could get without machine aid or the use of his shifting, and it was a state he'd only rarely experienced before. He could feel it throb with his heartbeat, ensnared by the larger hybrid's expert tongue and other oral attentions. Words escaped him, seemingly being produced by a part of his mind not attended to by his conscious awareness: "Oh fuck...oh damn...that feels so good--! Mmnaahh, oh please, more--!"

Dazen delivered a low growl of feigned predation, the deep tone of it vibrating through his muzzle and into the sensitive flesh he was commanding with it. He moved one of his hands so that it was essentially centered amidst Kalen's lower back and buttocks, supporting him with a bit more effort towards horizontal balance, and removed the other one from its post, reaching up to the tip of Kalen's shaft that was continuously letting down gobbets of decadent pre-ejaculate to reward Dazen's tongue for its efforts. He pulled his tongue closer into his muzzle, opening his jaws to accommodate the introduction of Kalen's meat traversing across them. He continued to pleasure it up to the base of its flare with his muzzle and its substituents, but his free hand he applied to the tip, using the saliva already deposited there and the pre that continued to leak forth as lubricants to ensure the best of stimulation. He grasped the lower parts of the flared head with the meat of his palm and his last fingers, but with his index finger and thumb he skillfully manipulated the sensitive end of it, operating mostly by touch. Kalen's spontaneous utterances of "holy fuck!" and "oh fuck, more, please more!", which were somewhat breathless by this point, registered only faintly in Dazen's consciousness; his attentions were focused on providing the penultimate in jacking the younger mercenary off, and the sounds of feedback simply sharpened that focus.

When he decided the moment was right, he extended the claw from his index finger and smoothly, softly eased it into the slit at the tip of Kalen's shaft, using the utmost care to stimulate well but avoid the possibility of damage, holding it carefully with mouth and hand in case Kalen might make any unanticipated movements in response. He was glad he did it, because Kalen arched his back rather violently in reaction to the unusual but extremely potent sensation. Had he not braced the solid shaft, he might have accidentally given Kalen an ersatz Prince Albert puncture. But then, from what his experience told him to make of Kalen's subtle symbols, from the sound of his voice, to the coarse electrosensation he possessed from his lesser shark genetics, to the telltale throb of the flesh held by his hand and maw, he knew Kalen was about to let loose quite a load, so he carefully withdrew his hand and maneuvered his muzzle to once again cap off the soon-to-be-tapped wellspring of essence.

If the sensation of the clawtip invading his manhood wasn't enough to set Kalen off--though it certainly was--the return of Dazen's incredible oral engulfment of his member set him careening off the edge with blurring momentum. He ground his teeth and growled aloud as his arched back and orgasmic contractions nearly tipped him off Dazen's tail's support and into the foaming waters; though he remained supported, his ears dipped into the water, suddenly blotting out the fairly normal sounds of the bathroom and submerging his auditory input in the roiling chaos of underwater vibrations--a rather apropos soundtrack for the climax that tore itself from his body, vigorously spattering the inside of Dazen's muzzle with seed that was rapidly carried away by the peristalsis of the tongue and throat, massaging his member and coaxing as much from the pulsing meat as it could get. His eyes were closed to keep the water out of them, taking away the attention to input they might demand and focusing his awareness further upon the sensations of orgasm.

Dazen amenably swallowed the liguar's creamy contributions, in part because he didn't particularly want to find out what a mixture of semen and a whirlpool tub might create, and in part because the stuff tasted vaguely pleasant, after all. Besides, more protein was never a bad thing, right? It wasn't quite as common that he gave the smaller hybrid blowjobs, but this weekend was already shaping out to be different than the norm--primarily in good ways. It was worth the deviance.

Kalen's orgasmic myotony waned surprisingly quickly; he'd later realize it was probably the comforting sensations of the hot water, dancing bubbles, and massaging jets that allowed the tension to seep away so quickly, but at the moment he was simply glad to have his focus returned to him more rapidly than was often the case after such release. He groped for the outside wall of the tub, arm dripping and sliding for a few moments until he gained purchase; he leaned up and looked somewhat hazily at the larger hybrid, who'd begun to lower Kalen's waist back to the water. "Jeeze, man, that was definitely worth breakfast at the least! That was...for the love of...that was incredible. You really need to do that more often, if you ask me."

"If I did that, it wouldn't seem quite as special, would it?" Dazen's gaze was impassive but peaceful.

Kalen opened his mouth to protest, but closed it, and glanced aside for a moment before grinning back at his larger partner, his smile slightly tainted with sheepishness. "I guess so. Why do you always have to be right, anyway?"

"I just am," said Dazen, his smile coming to his face with its warmth veiled, as was typically the case for the larger hybrid. His tail raised Kalen evenly, and he reached out with his arm as Kalen neared to a comfortable distance, embracing the liguar's back with it as he gave his partner a kiss.

Kalen could taste his own fluids and musk on his partner's kiss, and when mixed with the larger hybrid's own native taste, it created a strangely symphonic flavor that seemed to embody their curious romance rather well--it was heady but deep, complex but made of simple elements, and completely unique. He savored it as long as the hybrid kept it up.

Dazen drew back when he felt the moment had lasted long enough. "Alright, kid, we've got more on tap after this, so let's get you cleaned up." His tail spasmed away from the liguar's back, locking into place further back and down, causing the smaller hybrid to collapse on it in a position that was once more reclined. Dazen began to wash him immediately with his hands, mixing scrubbing and tickling motions before the liguar could begin to protest or wonder what was going on.

Kalen giggled helplessly, reflexively attempting to squirm away from the tickling sensations even though they felt delightful; it was rare that Dazen engaged in such childlike behavior, and it was made further amusing by the droll expression the larger hybrid had firmly imprinted upon his face, as though this was extremely serious business. He tried to maneuver his tail back at Dazen's torso to try to tickle him, but it was clearly a losing battle; a tail controlled by a liguar writhing with glee wasn't going to be very effective against the tank-like Dazen.

Dazen scrubbed as best as he could, and while he didn't really think Kalen had gotten all that dirty, he regretted for a moment that he hadn't brought some soap with him to lather up his younger partner...but then he realized that the jets were still on. While a giant bubble bath would undoubtedly be fun, it would likely also create a huge mess that neither of them would likely be getting around to cleaning at least until the next day--particularly in light of what Dazen had planned next--and so he decided it was probably for the best.

When he finished subjecting the liguar to the fits of gleeful cleansing, he gave him a playful push as he removed the support of his tail, causing Kalen to momentarily submerge at the other end of the tub before haplessly coming back up for air. Dazen took the moment to begin standing up, which was a process that required some care in such a wet environment. "Alright, now for the drying off part. Sheets and water don't mix well." He began to slick excess water out of his fur with the heels of his hands, running them across his body.

Kalen was making various noises of protest as he broke the surface of the foaming and slightly murky water, but as he saw Dazen standing above him, slicked with water, dripping wet and shiny, and running hands along his physique almost like a show-and-tell, Kalen found that he could merely stare...and perhaps drool a bit. His mouth, which had initially opened in order to give vent to mock complaint, now simply remained slackly open as he ogled the larger mercenary.

Dazen's tail flicked sultrily. "Look, if I need to go stand in the dryer to get you to dry off, that's fine. But one way or another, it's gotta happen, no matter how much you like what you see, or how little I can blame you for it." He snagged the bath mat towel he'd set out when they'd moved in and flicked it out onto the tiled floor before stepping out.

Though it took a few moments for the thought to register, when it did, Kalen scrambled to get out of the tub, nearly losing his balance in the process with his haste. He was about to shake off the bulk of the water, as was his typical method when taking a shower, but he realized that there was no curtain or door on the tub, and so he hurriedly squished off as much as he could readily manage before clambering out of the bathtub, remembering to hit the drain stopper as an afterthought. He whisked over to the drying compartment, which, as he looked at the amount of space left in it with Dazen already in there, he realized he should have ordered in the next larger size.

The walk-in compartment, which was like a combination between a sauna and a hair dryer, was a rather ancient invention in the worlds where anthropomorphic races had discovered technology, due to the necessity for an effective way of drying off water-soaked fur in places where lying in the sun wasn't possible, handy, or time-effective. The demand for such products was so high that even their self-assembling house company had several models available for inclusion, though they tended to be stripped down in terms of features.

As it turned out, this one had only a dim heat lamp for a lighting source inside, and once the door was closed, cramming the two of them into the fairly compact space, it was quite dark and close within the compartment. But Kalen didn't mind that too much; as long there was room at least to move his limbs, which there was, it worked out well: he made use of the time and explored Dazen's sculpted body with his own, refraining from oral work to keep from being counterproductive--they were trying to dry off, after all--but certainly becoming better acquainted with its many prominences and clefts.

Dazen had less freedom to return the favor, what with having less space to move his ponderous frame, and with the fact that Kalen was shorter than his larger partner. Dazen was able to hunch somewhat, though this still primarily benefited Kalen, and so he mostly just let the smaller mercenary have his way. He didn't even mind when Kalen began to toy with the contents of Dazen's sheath, letting it grow to a comfortable erection and dry off from the bathwater that had pooled a bit in the sheath even after getting out.

Besides, it would be a good warmup for what was to happen next.

Several minutes of dark, hot, grope-laden air circulation later, Dazen decided impulsively that he'd been teased long enough, and was pretty much dry to boot, and so with a vociferous growl he swept up Kalen in his arms and shoulder-checked the door to the compartment, blasting the two of them out with a bang.

"That does it," he said, as he careened out into the corridor, Kalen watching him from within his arms in a mixture of surprise and curiosity, "You've had your fun--now it's -my- turn to get it on." They were back in the bedroom in a flash, and Kalen found himself hurtling through the air for a brief moment before landing heavily on Dazen's oversized bed. He only had a moment to recover the air that had been knocked lightly out of him before Dazen was there, above him, as though he'd been there all along. The large hybrid bared his teeth in a wide grin, the only factor that let him definitively see that there was lust mixed in with the predatory growl that rumbled forth from the larger mercenary's cavernous chest.

His body, completely carved and amazing, was so close to Kalen, and this time he could see it well; this time Dazen was in control. Dazen pressed downwards with his hips, applying a surprising amount of force with his loins alone, pinning Kalen's own hips to the bed and grinding their respective packages together, the rock-like solidity of Dazen's shaft demanding imitation by Kalen's own member, which was somewhat flaccid since his level of stimulation had been relatively low, after his orgasm in the tub. Dazen dropped his head, engaging a kiss with Kalen that seemed almost like some kind of attack, as his tongue practically forced its way into Kalen's maw and his mouth engulfed Kalen's lips.

The kiss was fiery and intense, and for a while Kalen almost felt like he was drowning in it before he remembered to breathe through his nose. Dazen's torso was sensuously twisting and pressing against Kalen, its muscular profiles a decadent variety that dominated him so ineffably and shoved any inhibitions that might be lingering to the far corners of his mind.

But Dazen wasn't wasting any time; as soon as the kiss was broken, he gripped the underside of one of Kalen's thighs with a hand and lifted it upward, sliding his hand along it as it followed his unspoken instruction, and placing the calf of the leg over his own shoulder. Kalen obliged to the inferred idea and did his best to place the other leg similarly, though Dazen still had to help a bit to get it into place.

The resulting position placed Dazen's blood-hardened staff amidst Kalen's scrotum and perineum, and for a few moments he dove in for another kiss as he ground his member around in its place, causing Kalen to moan weakly into the kiss; the shifter didn't want to disrupt a moment of one of the sweet and decadent liplocks, as they were euphoric, but the sound came of its own accord, refusing to be held back.

Dazen's shaft was extruding a fair amount of pre-ejaculate by this point, and though a considerable amount of it was now floating around in various spots in Kalen's fur, what remained was better than nothing, and it was almost certainly enough. "I hope you're ready to take all of this, 'cause you're gonna," he said, teeth bared again; he slid his hips downward until the tip of his shaft skipped over the slight concavity where Kalen's entrance lay; with a reversal of the motion, the flare's end fit into it snugly, like a gazing sphere on a pedestal, and as he continued to slide up further, the shaft angled downward, becoming more perpendicular to the larger hybrid's body. When it was about as close to 90 degrees as Dazen decided he liked, he plunged his hips forward, delving into Kalen to the hilt in one intense thrust.

Dazen was a big boy in frame and cock alike, and the rapid introduction of eight-and-a-half inches of inch-and-a-half thick, rock-solid flesh into the previously unoccupied passages of his hindquarters left Kalen gritting his teeth and emitting a moan that was definitely not entirely the result of pleasure, even though plenty of that was still involved. "Rrrrnh, oh god, I love it when you do that...! Mmph--!"

His noise of surprise was obstructed by another predatory kiss from Dazen, whose lean in to take it had required the involvement of Kalen's high degree of flexibility, given that his ankles were still atop Dazen's shoulders. But it became clear that the kiss was, in fact, silencing by design; Dazen wasted no time in beginning to rhythmically thrust in and out of the liguar, denying him moments to become acclimated. Dazen's mind was particularly fastened on orgasm at the moment, and he knew that a to-the-point session would force Kalen there quickly by not permitting him time to get balanced. At that point the liguar's bowels would tighten up so marvelously, and the combination of that sensation and watching the liguar below him in the throes of climax would likely get Dazen's rocks off nicely.

So Dazen went at it with a will, providing a continuous assault on Kalen at both ends; with his mouth he want after his younger partner's lips, mixing things up occasionally with nibbles and licks along the liguar's neck, jaw, and ears, and with his hips, legs, and back, he provided the prodigious force to ram his shaft in and out of Kalen's passages, rocking the bed with their impetus and causing it to emit occasional squeaks and groans out of protest.

Of course, Kalen was groaning as well, but not out of protest. Though he wasn't aware that the larger hybrid's intent was to keep him off balance, it was definitely doing the trick anyway; Kalen found that he never knew exactly what was coming, and the angle of Dazen's penetration was causing a lot of rubbing against Kalen's prostate nerves, making it a sawtoothed profile of stimulation in his mind with the in and out motions that were equally intense but different in subtle quality.

Though Dazen had the stamina of a machine, he didn't have the single-mindedness of one, and so he began to mix up the variety of his thrusting, just to keep Kalen off-balance; when he went slower, he increased the force and depth, making Kalen give short grunts and gasps of intense pleasure, while when he picked up the speed, he had to lower the force a bit, stringing Kalen's vocalizations together into long, bliss-laden moans.

He continued this for a while, occasionally balancing to one side or the other and using one of his hands to rub Kalen's more erogenous zones--sometimes jacking him off dexterously, or at other times running his hands smoothly over the liguar's lithe, acrobatic torso, veiled in its plush fur. Dazen loved to feel Kalen up, though he tried to pretend that Kalen wasn't totally aware of the fact--not to mention that Kalen loved the treatment even more than Dazen enjoyed giving it. It was just one more tool in Dazen's arsenal for sending Kalen headlong into a powerful orgasm.

It was certainly working, too; the total ministrations of Dazen's expert skills were lifting Kalen towards climax with mind-bending speed; just as Kalen felt he might relax into the groove of one pleasurable set of sensations, a new one would replace it, save for the rhythmic accompaniment of Dazen's thrustings, which still kept things mixed up with its variations in tempo and force. It was like being whirled from one thing to another in a constant spin; though he could scarcely register what each part was before its replacement would swoop in, he was always aware of how wonderful the continuing experience was, all told. Though the angle was tricky to work, he found himself semi-involuntarily attempting to counterthrust against the big hybrid's movements to intensify the sensations of their bodies coming together, though he was only able to muster a certain degree of focus towards doing so.

After several minutes of besieging the liguar with his wide compliment of erotic techniques and tricks, Dazen surmised that the smaller hybrid had reached a plateau not far below the climactic apex, and he decided to do his best to send Kalen flying over its brink with all possible speed. He slowed down the timing of his thrusts dramatically, allowing him to piston with extremely high force; at the same time, he snaked his tail around to coil and writhe sinuously atop the smaller mercenary's torso, and used his free hand to again stimulate Kalen's throbbing shaft. He moved his mouth up to Kalen's ear and spoke in that deep, lusty tone as he first ramped up the force of his movements: "I want to feel you so tight around me...I know you need this as much as I do." He then used his tongue to moistly invade the soft ear prominence of the spotted creature under him, his breath tickling it delicately as the rough surface of the pink flesh ignited the sensitive nerve endings it brushed across with myriad tingles.

Though it was impossible to melt per se amidst all that he was experiencing, the urge to do so struck Kalen as the words flowed mellifluously from Dazen's mouth into Kalen's consciousness; for a moment it seemed as though all the sensations paused, and then suddenly he was completely overwhelmed, swept away and practically blinded by the might of all of it imploding upon his awareness. Far away it seemed he could feel his shaft spasming with orgasm, and the muscles around it convulsing as they propelled his body-heated seed onto his own torso, matting down his fur; slightly less dimly he became aware that he'd gasped and was practically holding his breath with lungs filled as the moment rag-dolled his capacity for conscious behavior. What he could sense acutely, amidst it all, was the incredible flood of pleasure that seemed to not merely exist in his mind and loins, but all along his spine and radiating out to his back and sides, making it seem that he was embraced above by Dazen's flawless body, and below by the radiance of his euphoria. He felt cocooned, safe, blissful...loved, wanted, and worthy. It was a short glimpse of all he'd wanted out of life, summed up in a moment that lasted, briefly, as though it was all eternity.

Like all mortal moments, however, it had to pass eventually; part of what jarred him out of it was the realization that Dazen was growling above him, teeth gritted, as he was working his shaft in and out of Kalen's now much-tighter colon with evidently considerably more difficulty. "Ugh..." he said, mouth still close to Kalen's ear but his tone less passionate with the exertion demanded of him, "you feel so amazing, Kal...You always do." He growled and grunted a few times in time with his thrusts, his breathing becoming audible. "I'm so lucky--to have you--" his words tailed off into a loud growl that crescendoed into a roar; with his final thrust he came, his second orgasm of the day adding a fresh layer of his essence to the insides of Kalen's body, his shaft enfolded with the contracted, moist, warm tissues. His roar lasted almost as long as the orgasm itself, but air was not something that he could do without, and so he continued to ride it for a few brief moments before he gradually lowered himself down from the tensed position in which the orgasm had placed him.

He kissed Kalen again, then; this time it was lighter, to allow them time to periodically withdraw and take in more air as their climax-wracked bodies sought to replenish the oxygen their muscles had stolen from them. Then he twisted his body to one side, allowing Kalen's leg on that side to come back down without straining it, then did the same for the other.

Kalen was having trouble staying awake by this point; though he always loved seeing and being so close to Dazen's amazing body, the three orgasms he'd had today--two of which were so recent and close together--had taken his toll, and now he was feeling pleasantly exhausted. Without thinking about it at all, he snuggled up to the larger hybrid's body as soon as Dazen pulled out and rolled aside Kalen onto the bed surface. He buried his head amidst the tuft of fur on his partner's chest with a content purr and within moments he was breathing peacefully as sleep carried him softly away.

Caught slightly off guard by the gesture, Dazen gazed down at the liguar for a brief moment before carefully wrapping his arms around the liguar's body, holding him close. He didn't bother with trying to wrestle the two of them under the sheets; between the two of them and the temperate climate of the planet, they'd certainly be warm enough.