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The night was still relatively young for retiring, but by some point, it's much easier to tell when privacy can be more fun than a crowded party.

Drake grinned as he turned the key in his door, locking himself away with the bigger male--still sober and more than knowing what that 'clink' meant for their fate. Not that it would come as any surprise to the ursine, who had a knowing smirk on his muzzle. It was far more contained than Drake's own expression, showing off his nice teeth and tusks in a huge grin. The bear looked cute as he scratched at his arm and glanced around the apartment.

"Nice place you got here," Nelson told the boar, gazing over all the extravagances the huge apartment offered, trying to fill in the silence. Well, huge compared to his tiny living quarters, "I feel jipped...my place is like a shit-hole compared to this,"

"Well, you did say you got suckered into your complex," the boar replied, walking past the bear enough to where they felt their furs touch. Still, there was no initiation, which a part of him had slightly expected their muzzles to be jammed together after the door closed. Of course, if Nel wanted to go a bit slow and warm up to it he wouldn't complain. He dug about in the fridge for a few moments before pulling out two bottles, "And I had to search a long time to get this place...and had a few strings to pull. You can't expect to just fall into a nice area I like to say. Can I offer you a drink?"

Nel nodded as he accepted the beverage, sipping at the bottle a little as he stared at the boar. "Lucky for me I gotten myself someone to show me around these parts," he laughed, taking another swig of the drink but finding some of it go down the wrong tube; his attention caught between staring at his friend and a slightly racing mind. He sputtered a cough before licking away the droplets on his muzzle.

Drake huffed a bit, an amused smile on his lips. The bear never sounded more southern than, well, whenever he opened his mouth to speak. Then again, even the slightest drawl up in the north was like putting a neon sign on yourself, "Yeah, lucky you...and poor me, getting stuck with you...have to try and help that backwater mindset," he said, watching the tongue that licked over the black lips yet again, though if he hadn't known better he would've said that one was extravagant.

"Fucking yankee," Nel replied, sticking his tongue out at the boar in good nature as he did. It didn't work as an insult really. Maybe back home in the south it would've, but here he was the weirdo, surrounded by Yankees galore.

"Heh...I don't think you really mind it that much,"

Setting down the drink, Nel took a quick breath for bravery before moving forward a little, towards the boar; so that their chests touched, "I'm gettin' used to it, gotta admit,"

Paws landed tentatively on his side, as if an hour ago in the club the bear hadn't stuffed his paws into his pants while they swapped spit. Drake leaned towards the bear, setting his own drink down and letting his arms move around the big body, "Not nervous are you?"

Nel could tell the teasing tone a mile away, and it did help to calm him actually. He didn't have to lean very far down to give the boar a quick peck on the lips, tasting him yet again, "Just wondering if I really want to bother myself with your fat ass,"

"Your paws didn't seem to have a problem with it," Drake huffed, rubbing his paws over the bear's expansive mounds. The bear was bigger than him, by a bit at least, but in a more ursine natural way--Drake knew he was a little on the hefty side, but it suited him he thought. "I'll go easy on you if you want...boy scout's honor,"

There was nothing innocent enough about the boar to be a scout Nel was sure, but it made him smile nonetheless. And blush a little too as he shook his head, "Rather you weren't easy on me to be honest,"

Now that was interesting! Drake grinned at the bear and gave the rump a small pat, "Really? You sure? Want me to fuck you nice and hard then?"

It was a quick turn, but didn't complain, instead just nodding in agreement. The boar slapped his ass again though.

"Come-on...I know you got a pair of lungs, speak up," Drake ordered, pulling Nel closer so their hips collided as he ground himself into the bear, getting a grunt of pleasure. He could feel the bear hardening again, could feel the bear's chest rising and falling more quickly as he breathed harder.

"Fuck me. Want to see if you can back up all that bad-ass talk you try," Nel replied, trying to sound more confident in the last part he tacked on to not sound like a bitch in heat but failing.

Drake chuckled a little at the bear--obviously not willing to ask to get fucked; yet. He leaned in for a quick kiss, finding Nel was more than ready to accept it and battle with his tongue.

"Fuck me," the bear sighed, rubbing his own hips against Drake's. That familiar burn was at the base of his tail again; not quite a need yet. But that was how it always was, it started out sort of ambiguous, as if he didn't really need or want something, but once it was stoked just a little, well, it wasn't long before it was an implacable urge.

"Anyway you like it Bud. Guys like you need it steady and good. Get fucked hard, harder than those pathetic synthetic cocks you probably got stuffed under the bed back home; someone who can go at you all night," Drake said in a low tone, enjoying Nel's nearly subconscious nods as he continued. He took a small step back and patted the bear's chest, "Why don't you show me a bit of appreciation and suck my cock?"

Nel didn't bother with a quip as he dropped to his knees in front of the boar, nuzzling that bulge that was just beneath the surface of the baggy jeans. His paws fumbled over the pants for a few moments before undoing them. He stopped and looked up at Drake, his eyes questioning.

"Get to it Sexy,"

With his approval given, Nel pulled the pants down with the underwear, not even caring to note what the boar wore; instead devouring the cock that sprang out to meet him. He attacked it, his nose smashing against Drake's coarser pubic furs, drinking in the cock and the happy moan that followed from the boar above him. Paws crashed onto his head, though simply as place holders.

He moved his head a little, adjusting and working this throat around the thick ribbon of flesh; feeling damned proud at the curses it got out of his friend as he did. A shirt fell to his side, and he pulled off a little, so he could look up at the sight. Drake was a bit big, but in a muscle-gut sort of way, and his chest showed obvious signs of working out. Fingers scratched over his head, and he noticed the boar was smiling down at him.

"Like what you see?" Drake asked, happy to hear Nel moan a yes. He gave an appreciative moan as the bear, began a suckling motion since he was a bit too preoccupied eating him in with his eyes to start bobbing his head quite yet.

Paws soon began to move at least though. Nel shrugged off his coat and worked over the buttons of his shirt while he began to return to the task at paw. Pre coated his tongue and he let out a happy moan as he swallowed around the cock; shucking off his shirt as he did. He worked over his jeans next, quickly freeing his dripping cock of the denim prison.

And then his paws were free to explore. They didn't seem to need a signal from his brain--at least one he was aware of--before they were gripping at Drake. Pulling the boar closer, cupping the soft furred orbs that occasionally touched his chin, rubbing over the bear's chest and stomach, or groping his mounds of flesh; he couldn't decide which course of action to keep.

"Damn you look good Nel," Drake groaned, giving due credit where it was due. The bear was sucking his cock like a pro, and looked fucking good doing it. "Helps to be that enthusiastic too,"

Nel pulled off the boar's cock, strands of mixed spit and pre connecting him to his treat for a few moments before he lapped away the excess, "All cause you're a fucking stud," he told the boar happily, giving the cock a sloppy kiss before pulling back to acknowledge how the burn was stronger now, "You said something about fucking me...don't tell me that was all talk,"

Drake chuckled as he gripped his cock like a baton, even smacking the bear across the brigde of his muzzle once; it certainly looked funny for the bear to try and seem confident while on his knees. Then again, it was hot too. Nel may have been subby, but there was nothing passive about it either he acknowledged as lips fought to catch his cock yet again. They eventually did and the bear happily returned to sucking him off for a few moments, "Oh, you won't get off that easy...You have to be a good bear and ask for it,"

Nel moaned, diving in to deepthroat the boar for a few moments before he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled back from his kiss and let out a defeated groan, "Fuck me Drake. Please...I need this,"

Drake wasn't one to rub in his victories, and with a paw he helped the large bear up to his feet. He pulled him up into a heavy kiss as he did, taking the time to kick off the pants that had pooled around their legs as he did--while Nel just sucked his tongue into his muzzle like it was a replacement for his cock. He pulled his lips from the bear's, giving a grin as he did.

"I fucking love your tusks,"

That made his grin broader, but he didn't say much, instead just taking the bear's paw and leading him down the hall towards the bedroom. Neither gave much mind to the room itself; the object of interest quickly being found as Nel was pushed down onto it. He found his face pressed into one of the boar's pillows, taking in the heavy scent of the male while his ass was up in the air being kneaded by his lover. A low groan of approval rumbled in his chest, and he spread his legs for the boar's better access

Drake's snout dug its way between the bear's cheeks, huffing and sniffing the thick fur and musky area of his new bed-mate. He teased the bear, from a paw gripping the furry orbs hanging below to the moment he began to bore his tongue into the musky hole; his tusks scratching at Nel's ass as he did. It didn't' take him long to get the bear reduced to happy, unintelligible moans. He flicked his tongue against the bud of muscle, kissed it, ran circles around it, and all the tricks he could remember.

All he got was a groan of acceptance as his tongue slipped past those defenses, followed by the feeling of the bear pressing his hips back into his muzzle. There was something hot about that, the fact that the bear was already pushing back and they were just beginning to get to the main event--it made him want to play with the bear more. Take Nel, make the bear need to push back against him.

There was a certain feeling of artistic flair to rimming, or at least Drake thought that it was sort of like that. Maybe a dance was better said. Sometimes it was a languid lick from those musky balls to the base of the tail, and other times it was a direct kiss to that soon to be abused pucker. His chin was wet from his labors and his jaw felt a bit tight, but it was worth continuing.

It was a selfish sort of pleasure, for both of them, even if Drake felt like he got the better end of the deal perhaps--though from the moans he guessed Nel would argue otherwise; a nice compliment. The musk surrounded his head, holding him there and making his cock throb and leak into the bed below much like the bear's already did.

He kissed the hole firmly, flicking his tongue over the muscle and teasing that flesh a few moments before shoving his tongue in. That got a happy push back against him which he did not let go to waste, keeping the bear pushing his hips back as he slowly ate out his friend. The bear deserved something nice and slow and leisurely--the ass would be a mess of sticky fur and teased muscle by the time he was finished with this task; much more so after the coming task.

"Fuck me..come on come on...ohhh fuck," Nel growled happily, muffling his moan into the pillow when a set of lubed fingers began to work their way through his burning tunnel. He was on fire; the need was all there was now. The boar had to fuck him, he didn't care how or why, only that he'd be filled soon enough. When the bed shifted Nel leaned up onto his paws, looking over his shoulder to see the boar kneeling behind him with a grin.

"Don't look so excited,"

"Fuck me Bud...come on," Nel repeated his chant, not sure other words would really quite match what he wanted. The words stopped immediately when the cock finally pushed its way past the ring of muscle, replaced by a slow steady moan as they worked together, him pushing back against the hips till they were flush together. Even still, he couldn't help a happy gasp when that tip passed over his prostate, making his shake for a few moments in pleasure.

They stayed still a few moments, Drake rubbing the bear's back, ass, and thighs as he let the male adjust to the feeling. He gave the rump a pat, "You ready for the real fun?"

"Yeah...yes sir,"

"Mmm, I could get used to that,"

Nel just rolled his hips back against the boar, unsure whether such would really stick or not. After all, he needed this badly, so it wasn't like he normally went about saying sir. Hell, more times than not he was telling the guy to call him sir and such. The boar would look sexy doing that. But for tonight, the boar was over him, and that was perfect.

When the rutting started he let out a few token grunts--even if the rimjob had basically prepared him amazingly well. Still, he wanted to be hot for the boar, and so he helped him out. "Fuck me...oh, that's good....but I thought you said you'd be rough...don't mind this, b--Oh!"

Drake slammed himself into the bear, giving a small laugh as he did, "I was just being nice to begin with...but if Papa Bear wants it rough off the start," he said, letting the words hang. The answer was clear enough when Nel still pushed back against him, giving a stifled grunt that seemed much more genuine this time. And so he began to pull out of the bear, before throwing himself back in.

It didn't take the boar long. It took Nel far longer to get used to the pacing, his cock slapping and throbbing in the air as the boar began to pound into him. His breaths started rough and heavy, but as it went on they became less laborious; more hints of enjoyment like from a good workout beginning to fill the air.

"Like getting fucked rough? Fucking bitch--just can't get enough, can you?" Drake growled, pumping his tool into the convulsing tunnel.

"Uhh, fuck...please...yes...fuck!" the bear on all fours grunted happily, his head tilted up as if in a howl of victory at the feeling of the heavy male pressed over his body, hips a flurry of motion into him. He pushed back his white ass to meet the slap of the balls that signified the end of each thrust, knowing the next time would bring a renewed surge of pleasure as he did.

Paws slapped down on his shoulders, holding him; it wasn't long before Nel was holding the both of them up mostly--the only task left to Drake was the push of his hips. The bed was creaking now, and both furs were working quickly, hungrily. He couldn't take it. It was too much. Even untouched, his cock pulsed against his belly, red and dripping and throbbing as the boar bred him endlessly.

"Going to get this ass whenever I want it," Drake snarled, giving the mentioned item a token slap as he did, "You like that? Want me to breed this ass after tonight?"

"Fuck yeah!" Nel grunted, and felt a surge hit him before he lowered his voice, "Yes sir please," he moaned, setting the boar on fire. He was on fire himself.

"I'm cumming, Ohh, ffcuk!" Nel growled as his eyes screwed shut in burning pleasure. It was just an increase of pre dripping from his cock at first, throbbing happily as a phantom heat surrounded him while bolts of electricity raked his body from his ass. Then it grew even more, and more, like a surge of pressure till he roared out after the first splatter of cum. He bucked his hips back against the boar, not wanting that feeling to stop even after he'd painted his belly and the bed beneath him; his cock pulsing happily at its treatment and his ass throbbing around the welcomed invader.

Drake didn't stop, instead increasing his pace till Nel was practically whining in pleasure--if bears could do such. He continued it for a minute, until he was sure the bear had been properly milked before he stopped and pulled out, getting a gasp from Nel as he did. "On your back!"

Despite the post orgasmic bless and slowness, Nel forced himself to move quickly. He didn't care that he laid in the puddle of pre or his load, just wanting to get into the ordered position as soon as possible. No complaints came when his legs were thrown up over Drake's shoulders, not at how roughly the boar thrust into his abused ass yet again; no, all he did was moan happily for it. His cock throbbed happily again, never having lost much of its hardness--even beginning to regain it.

Leaning down, the bear's thick arms wrapped around him as Drake began to make out with the bear; shoving his tongue down the bear's muzzle as he rammed himself into the hole again and again. He could feel Nel practically shaking as he quickened his pace, ramming the bear on his thick cock that was plundering his depths. His balls were aching now, his heavy nuts slapping the bear's ass each time.

"Fuck...breed my ass Drake--want your load so fucking bad, please," Nel groaned as his lips were freed from the boars. It took a rough command, and an even rougher swat to his ass before he let go of Drake; though the sight of the boar rising up and over him was well worth it. The sight of the big muscled male over him, his body flexing with the movement as he held onto him was great. His cock pulsed renewed against his stomach, even managing to make its own slapping sound from the force of the thrust.

Without the pillow behind his head Nel would've found himself being shoved against the baseboard by now. He continued to curse and growl and moan and say all sorts of things that would've shocked him before the burn came to his loins, but now it was all he could do to not beg. A faltered thrust made him gasp, and the look on his lover's face told him everything he needed to know. Even horned up as he was, Nel couldn't deny that the boar looked cute with his face scrunched up.

Thoughtful paws found his cock and balls, and Nel arched his back as Drake wasted no time; there was no question to it. The boar was taking him with him. The cum that had leaked along with the pre made for an easy lube, making a quick and smooth paw job for his boar. It was a record time ascent Nel was sure. He'd been getting close again, and the overload of direct contact was perfect. He only had time to manage one strangled grunt before his body convulsed in pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Drake grunted as a shot of bear cum splattered against his chin, though he tilted it back so he painted the bear afterwards. His own cock shot his seed into the bear's warm insides; continuing his one word explanation of what was happening. It all slowed eventually, from full thrusts and pumps to half attempted actions, till his paw was simply holding the bear for the feeling of that meat in his paw and he just rolled his hips to remind them both of the pleasure. After a minute he collapsed onto the messy bear, feeling tired arms hold onto him.

Sleep began to tug them both.

When he next opened his eyes there was an odd light coming from the window--obviously the morning sun, though Nel felt surprised he'd fallen asleep so easily. The next thing he noticed was a grinning boar staring at him before he was wordlessly locking lips with him. A hard prick pressed against his leg while his own member began to jump to attention. The kiss wasn't like many of the ones last night, instead rather soft and passionate even, but still sexy. It was all there was to the kiss, neither attempted to go for more than such; yet.

It ended with a grin from both before Nel rolled onto his side and sat up, his body feeling worked out like he'd gone to the gym already. Paws soon wrapped around him as the boar snuggled up closer to him, his head laying on his shoulder. "We have to make a habit of this," he finally said.

Drake couldn't help a small chuckle as he nuzzled the bear, "You'll get no complaints from me. I got the day off," he added without much tact, not feeling there was a need for such.

"We work together you fucking yankee, the office is closed," Nel said with a grin at the implication though. He settled a paw over the arm wrapped around his waist, "I got a free day as well...."

Drake didn't need much more incentive than that. The boar's paws drifted south while he nuzzled his way over the bear's body, working to where he was soon on his knees on the floor. The bear more than deserved to get treated today to the other side of things. He cupped the furry balls in one paw as he began to lick along the thick rod, "I don't mind, but...you always the bottom?"

"Hell no," Nel replied with a growl of pleasure, "Keep that up and you're going to find out though," he added, which only made the boar sink his muzzle down onto his cock. The boar swiped away the forming pre. It was nice now that his own fire was gone--at least from his ass. Sure, it could've been stoked, but watching the boar fueled a different desire.

He owed Drake. And the sight of the naked boar servicing his cock was all he needed to know how he'd repay him. They had all day to kill.