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Frosty hummed quietly to himself as he finished folding the laundry, the clothes still warm from their trip through the tumble dryer. The scent of fabric softener filled the air, a pleasant flowery aroma that lingered in the cheetah's fur. With the dryer emptied, he gathered the laundry basket against his hip and strolled to the bedroom. The room was dark, but a soft blue glow made it unnecessary to turn the lights on. The source was his mate, not a night light, whose glowing blue nose proved to be just as effective as an electric bulge. The white fox was perched at the end of the bed in his shorts, eyes closed, legs tucked beneath his body.

A soft, melodic hum filled the room, prompting Frosty to leave his mate undisturbed for now. While Surge didn't need to sleep, it was necessary for him to meditate to conserve and recharge the natural current that flowed through his body. The white cheetah quietly tucked the clothes away in the dresser, unaware that the scent of fresh laundry had already roused Surge from his mental exercise. A subtle smirk pulled up the corner of Surge's lip, but Frosty was too busy putting away their clothes to notice his husband's gaze.

Once the laundry basket was empty, Frosty tucked it away in the closet and proceeded to undress himself. As he bent over to slip out of his pajamas, he unknowingly gave his mate an eyeful. The fox was peeking at that curvy rump from the corner of his eye, though he continued to hum softly to avoid suspicion. A plan was brewing in his brain, and he didn't want to spring it on his mate until the time was right. Patience was necessary. The sight of that perky butt wiggling in his direction made it difficult to restrain his desires, however. A bulge was growing in his shorts that he couldn't ignore.

Letting out a heavy yawn, Frosty ran his fingers through his hair to brush it out while he turned. Just before his gaze fell on Surge, the fox's eyes closed once more, though that coy smirk remained. Frosty was too exhausted to notice, though. It had been a long day, and he felt like he was going to fall asleep on his feet if he didn't crawl into bed soon. He paused at the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss his husband good-night, pecking his fuzzy cheek lightly. Just before he could climb into bed, though, the fox cleared his throat gently.

"You can do better than that, sweetie."

Frosty blinked and peered over his shoulder, meeting his husband's glowing gaze. He blushed sheepishly as he smiled. "I didn't want to disturb you, foxy. You always look so peaceful."

Shaking his head, Surge slid closer to the cheetah and looped an arm around him. "Nonsense. I've got all night to meditate while you sleep." He reached up and placed a hand on Frosty's cheek, turning the cheetah's muzzle toward himself as he leaned in. Frosty met him halfway, pressing their lips together tenderly. A soft tingle of electricity tickled his muzzle while they embraced one another, making Frosty's skin twitch involuntarily.

The fox's glowing blue claws raked down Frosty's back as they slowly drew apart, pausing at his lower back. Surge bumped his husband's nose lightly and smiled to him. "That's better." They exchanged another brief kiss on the lips before Frosty slid the rest of the way onto the bed. Surge was quick to join him, drawing the sheets over the pair as they cuddled up to one another. Burying his muzzle against Surge's neck, Frosty nuzzled into the soft fur and yawned again. He could feel his eyes growing heavy already, and the pleasant warmth radiating from his husband made the desire to sleep even stronger.

Feeling his mate relaxing in his embrace, Surge tipped his muzzle down to kiss Frosty between the ears. He turned slightly and whispered, "Sleep well, sweetie," into the cheetah's ear, which flicked softly in reply.

"Mmh, you too, hun," Frosty purred back. Another sleepy yawn muffled itself in Surge's fur, accompanied by soft, steady purring as the white cat let himself drift off.

Surge's paws roamed slowly up and down his husband's back as he listened to the quiet hum, waiting patiently for his mate to fall asleep. As the minutes ticked by, the cheetah's rhythmic rumbling grew softer until it faded entirely, replaced by slow, steady breathing. Frosty was a deep sleeper, but Surge still took care to pry himself away from the cheetah once he felt the time was right. A quiet whimper rose from his mate's lips as Surge untangled himself, carefully resting Frosty's head on the pillow once his arms were freed.

Most evenings, Surge would have begun meditating at the foot of the bed once Frosty was asleep. Tonight, however, he had other plans for the slumbering cheetah. He carefully lifted the sheet and slid down a few inches, disappearing beneath the covers. He bumped his nose against Frosty's white chest and nuzzled into the soft fur, inhaling slowly to take in his mate's scent. The usual sweetness was laced with clean linen, making Surge's stomach growl quietly.

As the vulpine's snout dipped lower, the air grew warmer, muskier. He cautiously adjusted his position on the bed as he nuzzled and kissed slowly down the cheetah's front. Another deep breath of his mate's scent, another quiet growl from Surge's belly. The fox was ignoring it for now, though. He paused at Frosty's stomach, a glowing blue tongue flicking out to dip into the cheetah's belly button. The soft touch of electric flesh made the cheetah's stomach flex lightly, accompanied by a quiet grumble that made Surge's ears perk.

Surge listened to his mate's steady breathing for several seconds, and satisfied that he hadn't yet awakened him, gave Frosty another slow, sensual lick along the front of his stomach. Drawing his muzzle away, Surge paused a moment to admire the lithe cheetah. The sheets rose and fell gently with each slumbering breath, loosely hugging the contours of Frosty's body. Surge almost felt guilty for what he was about to do.

Almost.

Tipping his muzzle lower, Surge leaned in until his nose softly bumped the base of Frosty's bare sheath, illuminating the cheetah's crotch in a blue glow. His tongue slid past his lips and carefully eased between snowy thighs, curling beneath Frosty's balls to draw them toward his lips. A hot breath washed over them as Surge tugged the fuzzy orbs inside and pressed them against the roof of his mouth. Surge felt the cheetah's body tense momentarily when he suckled lightly on his sac, but there was no point in turning back now. Either Frosty would awaken, or he wouldn't. He wasn't going to stop, either way.

The cat's masculine scent filled his lungs each time he inhaled, his nose buried against the musky sleeve that was beginning to swell from his special attention. Another soft groan fell from the cheetah's lips as Surge massaged his balls against his tongue, hips shifting due to the electric fox's ministrations. Despite the warm jaws wrapped around his balls, Frosty continued sleeping soundly, though his body was clearly responding to the attention of its own volition. By the time Surge let the now-slick orbs free, a pink tip was beginning to emerge from beneath the fuzzy sheath.

Tempted though he was to leave the cheetah to raunchy dreams, Surge allowed himself to continue. He lapped slowly along the underside of his mate's damp balls once more, but this time continued upward from there. His tongue passed slowly up the engorged sheath, taking in the warmth that radiated from within. There was a prize hidden beneath the surface, and it was his intention to draw it out. He paused just short of the pink lipstick protruding from the rim, only to repeat the slow, sensual strokes. Each pass drew a little more of the slumbering cat out of his sheath, which was beginning to naturally retract to expose the pink feline shaft.

When Frosty was nearly erect, Surge paused to admire the sight. The cheetah's length was bobbing gently to the rhythm of his pulse; a slow, steady bounce that beckoned to the mischievous fox. Surge had to restrain himself from wagging. He leaned in and hesitated a moment, exhaling gently over the cheetah's length before the tip of his tongue touched the base. The instant his glowing muscle made contact with pink feline flesh, he felt Frosty's hips jerk toward him. The reaction was entirely involuntary, stimulated by a soft jolt from the electric fox's tongue.

"Mmph, M-max," Frosty murmured quietly. He squirmed beneath the sheets, toes curling from the sensation of a warm tongue on his erection.

Surge paused immediately. Was Frosty having a dream about his brother? He knew well of the cheetah's incestuous relationship, having walked in on the pair after the fact. But he wasn't keen on the idea of Frosty calling out someone else's name while Surge was indulging him. He gave Frosty a helpful reminder in the form of a slow lick up the entirety of his shaft, giving the cheetah's erection a distinctly stronger jolt of electricity. This one was sufficient to rouse Frosty from his slumber, stirring against the sheets as the raunchy dream faded from his mind.

Opening his eyes slowly, Frosty blinked blearily in the darkness, a bit confused as to what had interrupted his sleep in the middle of the night. "Wha..." Another slow lick up his length caused him to clench involuntarily and gasp, ensuring that he was mostly awake once more, albeit rather groggy. He peered downward in the darkness and took notice to the subtle blue glow beneath the sheets, accompanied by a not-so-subtle outline of his partner stretched out across the bed.

"Foxy...?"

Surge grinned. Close enough. Satisfied, he curled a thumb and forefinger around the base of Frosty's shaft and tipped it toward himself. An inquisitive mewl reached his ears as he wiggled into a better position then carefully wrapped his lips around the tip of Frosty's length. Frosty was still a bit perplexed, but having woken to his mate tenderly licking and suckling his cock, he wasn't complaining. He closed his eyes once more and tucked an arm beneath his pillow as Surge's tingling muzzle dipped smoothly down his length, biting his lip to stifle a groan.

Now that his mate was awake, Surge took a more direct approach. A noisy slurp rose from beneath the sheets as the pulsing rod disappeared past his lips, gliding down until they wrapped snug around the base. The cheetah's tip probed the back of his throat lightly, kissed by glowing blue flesh when he swallowed. A soft, steady current kept Frosty squirming, grinding against his partner's tongue as Surge's nose rubbed through his musky fur. Frosty knew he wouldn't last long, at this rate. The fox's innate electricity always proved to be too much for him. He was already dribbling precum by the time Surge drew his muzzle back to work his mate's cock with a slow, sensual bobbing motion.

The pitch of Frosty's whimpering escalated abruptly when Surge slipped two fingers between his thighs, kneading firmly into the cheetah's fuzzy taint. This was the final nail in the coffin for Frosty's already-limited stamina. His thighs flexed tightly against Surge's hand when he ground against his mate, while a telling throb caused his barbs to stand erect and rake against the fox's smooth tongue. The warm muscle arched up, knowing that the stimulation to those sensitive nubs would drive Frosty wild.

Frosty had to push his muzzle into the pillow to muffle his orgasm, drowning out a euphoric yowl as Surge nursed him over the edge. A hot gush of cheetah seed washed over the back of his tongue as Frosty's cock throbbed, balls flexing tightly with each shot. Surge let it pool before he swallowed with an audible "gulp," grinding his tongue against the length to ensure Frosty didn't hold anything back.

The cheetah's sweet whimpering gradually subsided as Frosty recovered from the shock, his heart racing. His body jerked each time Surge's tongue slid along his cock, over-stimulating the poor snowcat to the point that he pulled his hips back to draw his shaft free of Surge's lips. A soft chuckle rose from the sheets, followed by the sound of gentle lapping as Surge cleaned his muzzle with his tongue. The abrupt separation had left small streaks of cheetah cum on his snout, the last weak trickles of Frosty's pent-up load.

Once Frosty had caught his breath, he lifted the sheet and peered down at his mate, who met him with a guilty smirk. He placed a final kiss on the tip of Frosty's cock, making the cheetah inhale abruptly. Surge's bushy tail wagged rhythmically against the bed as he pulled himself up and cuddled against the glazed feline. He could feel Frosty's heart thumping against him, still elevated from his little venture under the sheets. When Surge cuddled up to him, Frosty felt something else. The fox was quite erect, his glowing cock pressed against Frosty's thigh.

"Mmh, naughty fox," Frosty murmured breathlessly into his mate's neck.

Surge grinned and gave him a smooch between the ears. "I'm naughty? You were the one moaning to your brother while I was down there." He lightly ground against the cheetah's hip, while a deep growl rose from his belly.

The cheetah's muzzle became intensely hot. He was grateful for the dim light of the bedroom, lest Surge see the crimson glow in his cheeks. He fidgeted nervously against his mate while he hid himself against Surge's neck. There was no hiding his shame, however. Surge could feel the warmth against his neck as well as the involuntary, anxious fluttering of his mate's heart. He tightened his arms to embrace Frosty against himself, resting his muzzle between the round ears.

"Relax, sweetie. It was cute." Surge mouthed over his mate's ear and suckled lightly on it, causing Frosty to shiver in his arms. His mouth cast a warm glow over the cheetah's head as he nibbled the base of his ear. A soft mewl was the only protest Frosty offered, though. He wilted as the fox's teeth tickled his sensitive earflap. It was probably his greatest weakness. Fortunately, the "torment" was over almost as quickly as it started.

As Surge squeezed his mate closer, he whispered into his ear, "Let's get you properly tucked into bed now, kitten."

"Mmh, w-what about you, foxy?" Frosty reached down to fondle his mate, prompting a lusty growl from the white fox. Surge gently brushed his paw away, though.

"You can worry about that in the morning, when I'm stuffing it under your tail. Cheetahs need their beauty sleep, though."

Frosty's ears perked once more when he felt his mate's fingers nudge his chin. He expected to find himself gazing into his mate's eyes, but instead was greeted with the sight of his husband's spreading jaws. The shimmering blue flesh dripped with drool, quivering in anticipation as Surge leaned toward his husband. His tongue lolled over his teeth and curled beneath Frosty's chin, giving the breathless cheetah a perfect view into his mate's throat. The view became much more intimate when Surge gently pushed a hand against the back of Frosty's head.

A shiver of guilty excitement rushed up Frosty's spine when he felt the tingling flesh spread over his muzzle and slurp at him. The fox's throat gaped eagerly to accept him, and with a soft push, Frosty was admitted into the slippery tunnel. Surge growled possessively as he dragged his mate's head down, working his jaws over slender feline shoulders. With a soft jerk to one side, a wet gulp, then a snap in the other direction, Surge managed to get both into his mouth.

Greedy paws kneaded along Frosty's trim frame as the electric vulpine began to devour his husband in earnest. Lewd squelching and muffled groans filled the bedroom, accompanied by a soft, steady feline purr. Each rippling gulp of glowing flesh against his body felt heavenly. Frosty's hips were grinding again, his cock returning to attention. He loved this sort of treatment, given the harmless nature of the electric fox's stomach. At worst, he would come out a pristine white feline, stripped of his unique markings. But it meant spending a blissful evening curled up in Surge's gut. It was worth it.

Curling himself forward on the bed, Surge slid his hands down Frosty's back to grab that perky, wiggling butt. He used it as leverage while he felt his mate up, fingers sinking into the ample cheeks while he shoveled Frosty farther into his throat. Distinct bulges wiggled beneath the white fur as Frosty's chest and then midriff slid over the back of the gluttonous vulpine's tongue. When a pink feline tip poked Surge's lower jaw, he paused a moment to circle his glowing tongue around it. The slick muscle wrapped Frosty's cock up like a hot cocoon, flexing and stroking over it to make his mate particularly lively.

Frosty's toes curled, dull claws scratching at the sheets as he humped weakly. Though he'd expended his load already, his body was quickly winding up for another intense climax. This time, however, Surge wasn't going to wait for him. The taste of clean laundry in his mate's fur was making his stomach ravenous. Though Surge was more inclined to linens over live meals, the wiggling cat would tide over his appetite for a time. Not that he needed an excuse to eat his mate.

Tightening his hold on Frosty's hips, Surge rolled onto his back and hefted his mate's legs into the air. As he tossed his head upward, the white cat's hips plunged into his throat with a lewd squelch. Large feline toes curled in the air as an outline of Frosty's throbbing cock slid down Surge's neck. The "poor" snow cheetah was teetering on the edge of a second explosive peak. The steady ripple of Surge's throat kept him at the brink for several seconds before he let out a muffled yowl of pleasure. His legs straightened as he ground his shaft against the glowing muscles kneading him into Surge's belly.

As Frosty's head and shoulders spilled into the serenely-glowing pit, the scent of cheetah seed filled his nose. He was about to be bathed in his own load that Surge had swallowed not long ago. There wasn't anything he could do to avoid this, however. His arms were still wedged against his sides in the lower reaches of Surge's throat. He held his breath as he was plunged down into the shallow pool of fluids, both his own and Surge's. His face pushed against the front of Surge's gut, briefly outlining the cheetah's features before he was forced to curl against himself with the next heavy gulp.

A gentle bob of the head accompanied each gulp as Surge worked the cheetah's toned legs down. First thighs, then knees disappeared between the fox's jaws. He brushed his fingers along the length of Frosty's tail, combing through the bushy fuzz as it flicked lethargically. The combination of the late hour, two delicious orgasms, and a fleshy sauna had all but robbed Frosty of his energy. He could feel his eyes getting heavy even as Surge continued to devour him. The possessive massage from Surge's throat kept him awake for now, though.

Clamping lightly around his ankles, Surge paused a moment to tickle his mate's feet. Glowing blue claws danced along the edge of grey feline paw-pads, making Frosty erupt in giggling. A pair of hands stretched Surge's fuzzy white pelt while he tormented the helpless cheetah, tongue lapping along Frosty's ankles. What seemed like an eternity to the sweltering feline only lasted a few seconds. Surge laced his fingers between the cheetah's wiggling toes and gave a push, leaving only Frosty's ringed tail-tip dangling from his lips.

Surge watched the feline tail as it flicked back and forth, only to slurp it past his lips like a noodle. A heavy swallow pulled Frosty's feet into his throat, ushering the last of the wiggling cat toward Surge's gut. Tipping his head back, Surge followed the cheetah's progress down his neck, sighing happily as a filing, familiar weight settled into his lap. His erection, which had gone ignored up to this point, hugged his bloated stomach. Frosty was pushed right up against it, and every time the cheetah wiggled, it made Surge shiver. His tail wagged noisily against the bed as Frosty settled into place, a vague outline of the pretty cheetah shifting beneath the surface. Surge watched his stomach twitch and wiggle each time Frosty moved, tracing his digits over the surface while he savored that full feeling.

A heavy yawn escaped Frosty's lips while his mate's stomach hugged him, settling into a comfortable fetal position. Through the bleary-eyed hazed, Frosty could see the grey spots fading from his pelt. The glowing fluids in Surge's gut were quick to act, bleaching away any traces of color in Frosty's fur. The rings and spots on Frosty's tail seemed to melt away, leaving only pristine white fur. That was as far as the fox's stomach would ever go, however. The electric vulpine's gut was fortunately suited to digesting fabric, not flesh. He would be quite safe napping here.

A matted feline tail curled almost protectively around his waist as the fox's belly squeezed over him, leaving Frosty with little to no wiggle-room. Not that he would need it. His eyes were already growing heavy. The steady kneading of his mate's glowing stomach, combined with the unnaturally-high body temperature, ensured Frosty would be sleeping soundly before long. He hugged his chest and rubbed his cheek against the glowing folds, giving his mate affectionate nuzzles while he was still conscious.

Surge could feel his mate quickly winding down. The cheetah was growing heavier in his stomach, succumbing quickly to slumber. He felt out the position of Frosty's body, then leaned down kiss his belly where the cheetah's head was situated. As Frosty drifted off to sleep, Surge gave him a final hug, cautiously rolling onto his side to cuddle up around his bellyful of cat. His fingers lovingly caressed the quiet bulge, listening to the sounds of his stomach gurgling harmlessly around the cat. He placed another kiss on the white surface before he whispered sweetly to his mate.

"Sweet dreams, Frosty. See you in the morning..."