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Jurek stirred lazily in his bed before letting out a wide yawn. The night before had been mostly fun, thanks to some clever planning on his part and the lean iguana sleeping soundly beside him. The rottie grinned, the sight of the slumbering male made his member stir and gave him a few choice ideas. Jurek quickly sorted out the ones that would make the iguana moan too loudly, choosing to lower his head under the sheets and nudge his way to the cream scaled belly.

The iguana trilled in his sleep as the canine's tongue slowly trailed down the cool, scaled stomach, leaving a wide streak of heat leading between the reptile's legs. Jurek smiled inwardly as a clawed hand found the scruff of his neck and a shallow whine tumbled into his ears.

"Mmh, Good morning." The iguana said though another whimper. Jurek's tongue explored lower, reaching the reptile's half hard member.

"G'morning." Jurek said from under the sheets before he opened his maw and swiftly took the iguana into his muzzle. The green scaled male let out a ragged and breathless moan, his length growing to its full hardness rather quickly between the dog's expert lips.

"W-wait!" Groaned the iguana softly, hands gently trying to tug the away rottie who just began sucking. Jurek lifted a brow before lifting his head, looking up at the lizard when a lopsided grin.

"I'm still really tender from last night you know." The iguana smiled as he gently coaxed the dog back up to the head of the bed. "You aren't sore."

Jurek could only grin wider. They had taken a taxi to the rottweiler's place and the moment that Jurek had told the rabbit cabbie were to go, they were all over each other, muzzles locked and tongues tangled with one another as they left the bustling downtown nightlife. By the time the taxi had arrived at his driveway, the iguana's hand was already down Jurek's pants, cradling his heavy balls while he whispered dirty things between making out, things that made the taxi driver blush and shift in his seat.

The dog had given the poor cabbie nearly twice the fair out of pure guilt from having to bear witness to their backseat debauchery. When they had gotten to Jurek's apartment, he politely offered his guest something to drink which the iguana said yes to, before nearly ripping the rotties pants off. Jurek swore loudly in Russian as he learned the reptile's oral talents rivaled his own, the dog losing his first load before they could even make it to his bedroom.

By the time they did make it to Jurek's room, their clothes were violently yanked away by one another, the canine growling as he had to leave his partner to retrieve condoms and lubricant that he kept hidden in his bedside table. Jurek lost count how many times he and the lizard had climaxed that night but, he knew he would need to buy another box of condoms and wash his blankets soon.

"Sore?" Jurek said with a grunt, tossing the blanket off him and posing a little for the reptile, learning quickly last night that the slender male greatly appreciated muscle. "Does it look like I'm sore."

Speechless for the moment, the iguana shook his head violently, reaching out to caress over the canine's thick pectorals. "Not at all."

Jurek laughed deeply before lowering himself to steal kiss the iguana, growling down at the smaller man who trilled once more in response. Before any more fun could start, an unfamiliar ring tone made the dog groan and the iguana search the floor for his pants.

The reptile reluctantly rolled himself from under the rottie's chest, collecting his phone with a slight limp. Jurek decided to give his partner from privacy, finding his boxers which were tossed across the room and leaving to relieve himself and get the iguana some water. When he returned the full glass, he was disappointed to see the lizard half dressed.

"I'm sorry, I forgot I promised a friend that I would hang out with him today. At lease he lives close by." The iguana said, the regret very clear in his voice.

"Don't worry about it, it was fun while it lasted, right?" Jurek said with a warm smile, setting the glass aside to hug the iguana tightly.

"Yeah." The iguana's smile returned as he nuzzled into the rottie's chest, his cheeks tinted violet. "Maybe, we could do it again sometime?"

"I would like that, very much in fact." Jurek broke the hug to get his own cellphone, handing it to the lizard with a grin. "Mind if I have your number?"

With a shy chuckle, the iguana typed in his number before handing it back. The dog checked his new contact, Issac Marlowe, before tossing his phone onto his dishevel bed and walking to iguana to the door. The short trip to the front door had ended with a heated good bye kiss, Jurek lightly pinning Issac's back against the door while he blindly opened the lock for his leaving guest.

"I'll talk to you later." Said Issac with a shy smile and flushed face before he stepped out the door. "Oh, uh, good morning, sir."

Jurek's sharp ears perked as he heard the Iguana greet someone in such a formal way, leaving the door he was just about close, open to peek his head out.

"Hm, you look like you've been having a great morning, Issac." Jurek saw Dante making his way up the stairs just as Issac was walking down. The raccoon turned his attention toward the rottie as he ascended the stairs, a devilish grin crossing his lips while Jurek frowned.

"I see you made it home safely." Said the Raccoon as he entered, rolling his shoulders before going to the kitchen. "And not alone, good for you."

"Er, thanks." Jurek said with a raised brow, the air smelling distinctly different the moment Dante walked in. "What about you, were did you head off to?"

"I met up with some old friends, I hope you don't mind." Dante said, the lie leaving his lips smoothly.

"Uh huh." The rottie rolled his eyes as he watched the raccoon pour himself a glass of orange juice, gathering more of the odd and terribly familiar scent. "How old would these 'friends' be?"

Dante looked up from his drink, a lopsided smile on his muzzle. "Around the same age as me, mom." The raccoon said mockingly.

"You know what I mean, Dante." Jurek crossed his thick arms over his chest, eyes narrowing as growl built in his throat. "You're using again, aren't you?"

"Word of advice, if you're trying to intimidate me, you would be a lot scarier with pants on and without dried iguana cum on your stomach." Dante said with a dark chuckle before draining his juice and looking the dog square in the eye. "And even if I was using again then I would love to see you try and stop me. Get me arrested and there goes this apartment and you and your brother go right to being a burden on your poor father."

Jurek snarled, but only because he was at a loss for words, the raccoon effectually cornering him.

"Oh, speaking of your brother." Dante started, strolling casually out of the kitchen and pass the dog. "That little 'coincidence' last night was cute, getting that bison fellow to get to Lenka before I could. You were always smarter than I gave you credit for."

Jurek wanted nothing more than to break the raccoon's nose and it took every ounce of willpower for him not to. "You know what, fine, kill yourself if you want." The Rottweiler said with an angry snort. "But, I swear if you so much as lay a finger on my brother I'll-"

"You'll do what? Beat me up?" Dante said with a low chuckle. "Oh that's alright Jurek, that's what lawyers are for. Look here, I did you a favor by moving in with you, Lenka is the least you could do to thank me." With that, the raccoon walked to his bedroom, knowing that he had won.

The Rottweiler exhaled slowly, trying to reign in his welling temper as he watched Dante walk away from him. As much as he hated to think so, Dante was right and the raccoon had the benefit of wealth on his side. Jurek pinched the bridge of his nose before walking back to his room as calmly as possible; a shower would make him feel better.

~

Around noon Lenka found his way home, smelling faintly of bison and sporting a lazy grin but, any good mood he might have felt instantly evaporated as he locked the front door behind him. The dog could smell the tension in air and he could feel that Jurek was thoroughly pissed off. Before going to his room, Lenka went to his brother's, finding Jurek sitting at his desk with his head in his hands and headphones under his floppy ears. The younger dog let himself in, closing the door behind him. The room still carried the light aroma of sex but Lenka would ask about that later, instead resting a hand the older rottie's shoulder. Jurek didn't jump; in fact, he didn't react at all, which worried Lenka for moment until he heard soft snoring. The smaller Rottweiler smiled then looked at his brother's computer screen, the last page he had opened up was MuzzleBook and a chat window from Cody was still blinking, the words 'You still there?' were the last thing from here. Lenka hummed before typing out a message to his brother's crush.

"Hey, it's Lenka, I don't know if you remember me but my brother knocked out for a bit."

The rottie didn't have to wait long for message back.

"Lol, of course I remember you and its fine, he was saying his night was kind of restless anyway."

Lenka smirked, before sending another.

"Yeeeah, he seems stressed, hope you don't mind letting him sleep."

"Not at all but, he is going to make it up to me sometime." Cody typed back.

"Well, that dinner invitation is still open, maybe next weekend? I can cook for you two."

"That sounds awesome, just let me know when and where and if I need to dress up."

"Hah! You don't have to be fancy. I'll send you a friend invite on my account thought, I need to get Jurek to bed right now."

"Alright, give the sleepy head a hug for me. :)"

Lenka chuckled happily, closed the window, put his brother's computer to sleep and delicately tugged the headphones from Jurek's ears. Though not a strong or big as his brother, Lenka could still haul the older rottie the short distance to his bed. He eased the rottie onto the sheets, smiling at how much younger his older brother looked at that moment. Lenka left his brother in peace, going to his own room to begin planning what he was going to make for dinner next weekend.