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Crisp, bright greens jumbled together within the confines of the bowl, a soft egg shell blue that surrounded the salad with tall sides to catch and trap the escaping blur of an orange carrot shooting off a silvery prong. White, watery bits speckled amongst the emerald of the spinach and lettuce and crunched under the gray tip of the fork. Black olives leaped off piles of cheddar that confettied over the entire landscape. Darker green and brighter orange splashed up from the bottom of the bowl in the crescent curls of sweet peppers, dancing with squat cherry tomatoes, kissing the lettuce with rosy red lips.

From the edge of the bowl, the sky stretched up with a pale blue spotted with the fluff of clouds, escaping like bits of lint out of father sun's pocket. Bright, sparkling light filled the broad edges of the horizon lighting up the backdrop of the inner city buildings and the outdoor area of the cafe. Lower, beneath the curtain of perfect sky, circular tables dotted over a cobblestone area, fenced in with decorative wrought iron. Umbrellas hovered over the tabletops, providing a cool re-brief from the shining sunlight. At the edge of the dining area, under an overhanging umbrella lightly tipped to the side to let the sun spill on his chest and seated at a tiny, circular table top with his large bowl centered atop, Harlan basked in the perfection of the afternoon.

To his right, towards the cafe's building, another couple met for their lunch break and chatted about coworkers over hor d'oeuvres with one hand each sacrifice to hold onto the others, fingers stroking palms and pulses pressed together. Within the cafe, the lunch rush bustle created a distant buzz that stayed trapped inside, where those in a hurry snagged pre-made sandwiches and coffees before darting back down the roads to their desks. With the stress of the rushed inside the building, only those seeking the quiet reprieve made it outside where Harlan idly plucked out perfectly balanced bites of lettuce and dressings stared out at the street.

Chewing on his most recent bite, the rabbit leaned back partly in his seat to work his short teeth onto the crunch of the carrot and leaves. He set his fork down and let both hands rest on his grey slacks, well-worn fabric soft and smooth beneath his touch, while the decorative pink scarf tied around his neck added the splash of color he wanted over the muted shades of grey and faded rose of the rest of his outfit. Comfortable, calm, and collected Harlan couldn't imagine a more content sensation with the warm sunshine toasting the soft gray of his fur, but suddenly the warm breeze cut out with a sharp, cold metallic sting against the back of his head, centered between his tall, pointed ears. A gun. Blood started to rush through his veins, pumping through a speeding heart with pulsing, rushing beats that pounded through the rabbit's head. He felt his pulse in the soles of his feet and the tips of his ears. His fingertips went numb. The sight of the road and the dining area in front of him blurred to white and the heat of the sun seemed to flare into a scorching burn, but with a flush of cold centered on the hard pressure of the gun.

His breath started to puff out from his nose, audibly rushing out from his nostrils, sending them flaring out in speeding beats as hyperventilation built him into a panting tizzy. His bottom jaw dropped open, releasing the tension of his puffing air into a huff that dumped the tension out, making his head spin from the lack of oxygen. Fear pulsed through his veins alongside adrenalin. Every muscle tensed. Every nerve buzzed. Every cell, every molecule focused on the muzzle of the gun ready to spit a bullet into his brain, to end his perfect lunch and the career and life that were just taking off.

Tensed as a stretched band of rubber, Harlan felt a whimper suddenly escape and break the hovering silence. With the tiny, terrified noise, the gun suddenly dropped away. The heat of the sun rushed back in like the warm embrace of safety itself, and Harlan swiveled quickly with both eyes wide with curiosity to understand what changed.

After turning, he stared into the eyes of a gaunt, haunted face. Dusty brown eyes stared out of hollow eyes, underlined with dark circles that popped out of the paper-white flesh of the man's face. Like a ghost, the wisp of a man hovered at the back of Harlan's chair with a face cast over with a conflicted look. The eyes that stared out from his face seemed to tip down to Harlan's face with a mixture of duty and... something that harshly contrasted with his obvious mission. Disappointment and disgust briefly congealed in the man's eyes, but then flashed away as the tip of the gun tipped harmlessly down away from Harlan at all.

For another moment, the man lingered by Harlan's table just staring down with his tortured face, as if instead of being a ghost he was the haunted one. He only held Harlan's gaze for a few seconds, maybe ten at the most but they ticked past with the velocity of minutes, even hours. His eyes seemed to float in front of Harlan's, staring with the tense, inner conflict showing through a cloud of emotions and history that couldn't be understood.

Then, with a sudden jolt the man spun and fled from the cafe leaving it exactly as it had been with the hand-holding couple still quietly sharing a dessert, the sun still boring down with glittering rays, and picturesque scenery spread out around them; but the moment was gone. No longer content, Harlan tossed bills onto the table to cover his abandoned lunch, scooped up his sweater, and dashed down the opposite street from his would-be-murderer with the slow-motion look of him he got still hovering in his mind, haunting him.

When the door to his flat had shut and locked with a satisfying clunk of the inner mechanism shifting in place, Harlan finally paused and took in a long breath. From the cafe, he hadn't paused once on the way back to his home blocks away. Fear had bubbled up in his stomach before he'd even left the dining area with the thought that the would-be-killer could change his mind and come back, knowing right where Harlan was if he stayed to continue his lunch. Jitters shook his knees at the thought of the cold, hard metal of the gun again. Work hadn't been an option either, neatly seated in an office to be plucked out and taken care of. Harlan couldn't bear the stress of being exposed, so he faced back home before a shift occurred in the ghostly man's heart.

On his way home, he'd turned corners with furtive glances back behind him, whipping his pink handkerchief scarf around his neck backwards. Every person on the sidewalks seemed to have a pale whiteness to their face that mirrored the aspen skin of the hitman's. Every head glimpsed from behind had the same, short black hair. Every woman seemed a bit too masculine to truly just be a lady enjoying a walk, but rather someone trying to trick him into calming down. Every step had his heart leaping into his throat, beating in his ears, and flooding his mind with the rushing pulse of blood racing through his veins. Both ears twitched constantly, pinpointing sounds that didn't exist. His body fidgeted and feet shifted, prepared to bolt from attackers that weren't there. When he paused, caught in a clot of people on the sidewalk, his fingers fell to his pant legs and drummed on his thigh, beating out every hard, anxious pulse of his own heart rate.

With every streat, his mind seemed to race as fast as his feet, switching focuses at every turn and jumping back at the corners. "Why didn't he kill me?" He'd think with rushed steps up fourth, but then he'd double back with a fresh realization. "I almost died!"

"Why didn't he kill me? Why did he look so..." The word wouldn't fall out of Harlan's dry mouth, as though his parched tongue held it on its coarse surface on the literal tip of his tongue. "Disappointed?" He tried, letting the thought flood through his mind before it gushed away, "No, defeated."

When at last he'd reached his block, Harlan's body had started a nervous tremble and his thoughts seemed to be colliding cards on a broken highway with no direction. Just inside the threshold of his home then, when that lock at last fell into place, everything came to a screeching halt.

He slowly leaned on the door and sunk to the floor, knees pulling up towards his chin. His heart continued to beat through his whole body, but with a slowing pulse. With every throb, his world continued to quiet till he could hear the soft, controlled exhales slipping from his lips.

In a whisper, as if scared to break the aura of calm finally settling, Harlan murmured, "Why didn't he kill me? What am I alive right now?" His head tipped back against the hard wood of the door, hearing the faint rustling of the breeze outside before his ears folded forward limply. Both eyes sunk shut and behind his eyelids all he could see were the man's staring eyes, surrounded with dark shadows. He could picture the triangular face, sharp features stretched over a long, slender visage. The cheek bones perched up high, but then the rest sunk back into his skull with a sullen, dark tone. Shadows seemed to fill in the spots where others had a brightening of their skin where their life seemed to glow through the thin covering of flesh. This man instead had darkness filling in along his cheek bones. His eyes brows, bunched sprigs of hair, had arch and knit together with his look of concern. Both lips had tipped down with a sad droop.

Harlan slide his hands up to cradle his head with the warm fur of his own fingers. A sigh sputtered out of his lips, feeling some of the weight that hung over him puff out, but he couldn't clear the picture from his mind. He could see the individual hairs on the man's head, receding high onto his forehead with a pointed peak. His hair led into his ears, thickly furred with heavy strokes of a wiry brush. Harlan could picture the clumped cloisters of downy coating that covered the tall, pointed ears.

"Must be a wolf... The features..." Harlan muttered, finding himself chewing idly on a loose spec of skin from his inner cheek as he summoned the details from the frozen moment into his mind, digesting each fragment of the image. Though it tortured him to further memorize the man's mug, the rabbit couldn't stop obsessing. Scrunched down against his door, he couldn't move until he'd fully assimilated to the flash memory he'd captured in a brief glance.

Eventually, every fur and sunken shadow on the man's face blurred into one foggy cloud in his head. Harlan's hands loosened and dropped to his lap and his head tipped to the side, the exhaustion of pumping adrenalin finally catching up and sending the rabbit into sudden, deep sleep.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

From it's place on the wall, Harlan's phone cried out with a repetitive ringing, rocking the rabbit out of his repose against the door. For a moment, he lingered on the floor till his vision seemed to focus enough to register where he'd fallen asleep. One hand absently fixed the scarf that'd spun round on his run home and smoothed the wrinkles from his top while the other scaled the door as he stood and checked the locks.

Waking up and secure in his home, Harlan plodded to the phone still cawing its cry. With one hand, he plucked up the receiver and gingerly placed it to his ear. "H-hello?"

"Have you heard?" The speaker's words puffed into the phone in a burst, as if contained too long and suddenly exploding from his mouth in a hushed tone.

Harlan flinched, twitching with sudden anxiety at the tension in the caller's voice which he attached to a skittish employee from the floor beneath him. "What? No. What's happened?"

"One of the employees at the firm, they haven't confirmed who, but- but. God," the voice broke for a second, shuffling closer towards the phone on the wall based on the scuffling noise of a chair sliding across the floor in weighted tugs. "They were shot. Killed! Shot dead. God, I have to call Linda from across the hall-"

The line went dead. Harlan slowly sucked in a long, quivering breath. Without trying, the haunting face flew back to the forefront of his mind. "So, he didn't kill me but he got someone else..." He mumbled to himself with a long breath. "Why not me? Why did he look like that! Why'd he look at *me* like that!?" Harlan growled with frustration.

With a dull throb in his head and a sudden anxious twitch in his ears, the rabbit turned into his small kitchen to flick a burner on while he fell into the process of heating up milk in a squat pan and stirring in flecks of dark chocolate from a small brick wrapped on his shelf- a leftover from a holiday treat. As he prepared the hot chocolate, the rabbit rolled his head back on his neck, trying to release the tension in the muscle. Slowly, a long exhale puttered out of his lips. His fright began to shift to curiosity. The man, crazy as it was, intrigued him.

"Why would you hold a gun to someone's head, look your... opportunity right in the face and then leave, but kill someone else? Why would you look at someone like you were... disappointed with yourself for not pulling the trigger?" As his mind ran in circles, so did his hand on the wooden spoon, mixing the melting chocolate with slow, idle precision through the heating milk. "Is he going to come back for me? Did he just realize that it wasn't a good time? Too public? Too messy?" His head shook a little, wobbling his tall ears atop his head. "It just doesn't make sense, if it's your job to kill people why wouldn't you kill someone? What couldn't possibly stop someone from finishing a job their accustomed to?" His blue eyes tipped down to the pot, seeing the perfect brown shade of mixed cocoa, steaming hotly. A soft sigh followed with the realization and acceptance that he couldn't answer his questions. So, he flicked off the burner and plucked a fat mug down from his small cupboards, carefully pouring the melty, chocolate-y out before topping it with plump marshmallows.

Balancing the mug on top of his sketchbooks and a sheaf of loose pages, Harlan padded to the bathroom where the he settled them onto the closed toilet lid and bent over to start filling the slender tub pushed flush to the wall. The spout sputtered once, but then water started to flow into the basin and steam filled the room. "Ah..." Harlan murmured, feeling the heat build in the room as he stripped down and sunk into the water. The heat instantly started to relax his muscles while he grabbed for his mug now, leaning back with the hot beverage and closing his eyes Harlan let the soft rush of the water filling the rest of the tub overpower his own thoughts, silencing them at last.

Gallons of hot water and a mug of hot cocoa later, Harlan shook the water out of his ears and, wrapped in a plush towel, gathered his books and proceeded to his bedroom to shimmy into a snug pair of boxers. "Hmm... work or television... work or television?" Harlan pondered to himself, eyeing the sketchbooks with a dubious stare, as if questioning whether they'd unsettle his relaxed aura.

"Television it is!" So, he settled in front of the small box, wrapped in a blanket to cover his near nudity, though the downy gray fur covering his body kept him mostly warm. The regular intro began, introducing the evening news's presenter and playing a corny, network jingle.

"Good evening!" A cheery voice announced, leading into a recap of the week's biggest stories with every video clip making Harlan's ears twitch us, eyes bulge, and jaw slacken as he skimmed the scenes and crowds for the would-be-shooter. Every passing face seemed to have the same deep widow's peak, every flash of skin seemed just pale enough, and every voice could have been his in the background. From his relaxed stage when he'd sat down, each additional on-the-street footage had him twitching and all the stories seemed to just be another false alarm to announcing, "Beware of a mafia hit man coming to get you, Harlan! You!"

Finally, he punched the television off and climbed beneath the covers of his bed, snuggling till the edge of the blankets reached his chin. "Today was... a long day." He muttered softly, pressing a cheek into the pillow, letting his eyes sink close, and drifting to a dreamless, dark sleep.

Morning came with a burst of sunlight across the room, filtering light into the darkness of Harlan's dreamland till the blue of his awake stare shot up towards the ceiling. "Morning already..." He mumbled, rolling off onto his feet.

Soft footsteps patted towards the closet, where the rustling of fabric resulted in the short rabbit exiting in a pair of trim jeans, folded up at his ankles over short boots with a muted turtleneck. The warmth of the familiar sweater made him feel cozier, and Harlan welcomed the calming sensation after he exited over the threshold of his small place. At the first corner from home, another commuter brushed by his shoulder and Harlan quivered with a jolt of tense fright. "Ah!"

The man grumbled gruffly with a pointed glare towards the rabbit. Under the irritated gaze, Harlan's tall ears withered onto his head sheepishly before he hoisted the strap of his bag up and scurried further down the street into a fresh bustling packet of bodies hurrying to work.

Suddenly, the man's face popped out of the crowd- the sharp, dark cut opf his widow's peak, the pale shade of his ghostly skin, and the shadows under his eyes. A tremor shot down the bunny's spine. "Is it really him?" He thought, with apprehension sending his knees into a wobbling dance, but then the man shifted. Harlan's hyperactive imagination faded to reveal the man's receding hairline, lacking the pointed dip; his pale, but heavily freckled skin without the hazy perfection of the shooter's; and the squishy soft nose so unlike the sharp, angular features of the man yesterday.

Harlan shook his head, rubbing at one temple. 'This is making me crazy. I gotta stop thinking about him." A mixture of fear and curiosity churned in his gut with every fresh face and new turn towards work until finally, finally! He entered into the familiar doors of the fashion design and modeling enterprise he worked for.

A slow, relieved exhale puffed out of his mouth as he sunk into the desk chair, feeling the pull of habit lull him into a false calm while he fiddled with his sketches and scattered fabric swatches to sample against the concepts he'd outlined. The complex simplicity of selecting the correct textures and shades to layer occupied Harlan's mind enough that he let the man faded out of the forefront throughout the first hours of his work day, when the coffee flowed but the conversation merely tricked. However, once chatter started to build into a distracting buzz through the air, centered around water coolers and supply cabinets, Harlan struggled to keep his head dedicated. At the edge of the page, hovering away from the pants suit etched over the midsection of the sheet, an angled jaw formed as the rabbit considered corduroy, interlock knit, or velveteen for the wide-legged pants. As he mumbled about the importance of texture, his hand idly followed the curving point of a widow's peak then swooped back to form ears, one on each side with a predatory point.

"If I picked corduroy, they'd be work pants, durable, but stylish. Pants to do in..." Eyes formed, drooped down with a sad expression. "But interlock knit would be simpler, let the shirt be bolder and tone down the legs for those with a better upper body..." A mouth, curved down in a pout, followed off the pencil's tip and bled easily into a mustache and built up into a connected goatee. "And velveteen would make them dressy, fancy pants! It's all about the mood..." One hand rubbed at his head as though to massage the thoughts out, but one eyes idly trained down to his fingers, forming eyebrows thick over the heavily-shadowed eyes until his focused jumped and he saw the face of his near shooter leaping off the page for him.

He twitched and jumped back slightly, fumbling out of his desk with a huff of shocked irritation at being interrupted, even by his own thoughts! A few bored designers glanced up, curiousing eyeing him for some sort of drama to witness. So, he headed out to the street. "I'll be able to focus after some lunch. I didn't eat breakfast," he explained to himself, smoothing out his sweater, rumpled from sitting, and strolling towards a quaint eatery the opposite direction of his lunch the day before. He kept his eyes trained up slightly, avoiding the passersby for his own sanity until he stood in front of the place and couldn't pull his eyes back away.

There, angled away to show just a side profile, sat his almost-killer with a fork between his lips, eating lunch. Harlan stepped back, feeling his stomach tense. Yet, he hesitated instead of fleeing immediately.

"Why didn't he shoot me?" He mumbled aloud, feeling his curiosity slowly build to overwhelm the initial burst of fright. "He didn't shoot me then, why would he now?" He asked rhetorically to himself, though a twinge of fear seemed to distrust the confident air he put on as he entered the patio and approached the table.

"He'll probably just tell me to go away." Harlan muttered, then hesitated a moment before adding almost jokingly, "Or just shoot me right there." When his stomach flipped at the thought, he decided to stop trying to reassure himself.

Striding across the patio, he reached the edge of the man's table easily expecting an immediate reaction except the shooter's head remained tipped down towards his meal. When he did look up, he looked out towards the street as if refusing to look at the rabbit. Harlan jumped from foot to foot nervously, but then sat down opposite from the tundra wolf in a sudden motion. A small glanced flicked his way, but still no greeting came.

Harlan's eyes darted around the area, considering briefly that he could just stand back up and skip back to work and pretend he'd never seen the man, but when his eyes skimmed over the wolf and he seemed to purposely avoid his stare Harlan felt his curiosity pique again.

So, he stayed.

Awkwardly, he leaned onto the table with his ears gently drooping as he stared over at the man, "So, whatcha eating?"

Servil's lip twitched, as though annoyed to even be talked to, but he responded in a dull tone. "Soup. Sweet Cabbage."

Harlan nodded, identifying the classic, hearty soup as a common first course. "Ah! That's a good one! I like it with extra garlic and carrots! Lots of carrots." He looked across to the wolf, who looked more like a statue than a man, idly chewing his mouthful as he seemingly stared away from Harlan, ignoring him. "Are you getting a second course?"

The tundra wolf glanced over at him with a distressed, withering look as if to say, "I had been, until you arrived." Instead though, he merely nodded forcing Harlan to inquire what he was considering. "The beef stroganoff here is top notch," the man added stiffly and, watching him, Harlan noticed a tense clench in his jaw, like a man nervous on a date!

Harlan reached forward, sniffing the man's drink with a small glance up to show the blue of his eyes. He spied as the eyes now watching him, widened a bit at the intimate distance between them with the rabbit's curious sniff. "Just vodka?"

This response came faster, a curt grunted "yes." But again, no words followed to pick up the dragging conversation. Harlan settled back into his seat with a small twitch at the corner of his mouth, almost a smirk. "I prefer Sbiten when I drink vodka, something to sweeten it up."

"Sweet vodka is not vodka." The man almost seemed to smile with the hint of amusement that a parent has after a child has done something embarrassingly, but it's so adorable they can't resist smiling.

Harlan nodded a little, unsure of himself before he quietly requested the stranger's name before sharing his own in the same unfurnished type of conversation as Servil, as he'd introduced himself.

"Well," Harlan hesitated, suddenly hearing his own inner voice poking at him, "So what about this weather?" Before the man responded with what was sure to be a monosyllable encompassed in a stiff grunt, Harlan's question exploded from his throat.

"Why didn't you shot me? We both know you could have. "

Servil's stone face seemed to break for a moment, showing a flash of shock but it disappears a second later with a small shrug of his sharp shoulders. "You weren't the correct target." His tone didn't change, merely dropping the lie out onto the table.

Harlan blinked, losing even his ability to chatter at the commentary and instead merely staring over the distance of the table to the man across from him. What gave that man the conflicted tightness in his face, the constant tension that showed in the lines down his gaunt visage. Why did he look so sour now? What had his life held that made him so pale, thin, like a man broken down? Harlan chewed at his lip with a plainly curious face, openly studying the man's underweight body, tall and lanky even folded into the chair. Curiosity started to overwhelm any lingering fear, intriguing the rabbit now.

As he stared, Harlan's head tipped to the side slightly, showing the slender curve of his neck while his eyes appeared wider while they surveyed over the tundra wolf. Idly, his fingers toyed with the neck of his top, dipping the fabric down to show another inch, then covering the fragile patch once again.

As he relaxed, Harlan found a new sense of anxiety. With all his staring at the man, he'd started to realize the dull, dark shades of the man's suit and the stiffness of the clothes. A slight grimace twitched at his lip, "So," He started with the hand on his collar sliding back to his head to ruffle through the thicker fur there as he chewed at his lip. "Where did you pick up that suit?"

Servil stared back at him, following the shifts of his hand like a cat stalking prey, with the same mixture of wanting to watch without getting caught watching. Tension kept him stiff in his seat, back ramrod straight against the curved back of the chair. "Uh.." The question caught him off guard and he glanced to himself with a splash of confusion. "Wherever?"

Harlan's lips shot into a little pout, a cutsy shape for his full lips to form as his eyes locked mercilessly onto the wolf's. "Wherever? You can't just buy things wherever! It's an art form! It's like... a relationship! A love affair! A lust affair! Clothes cannot just be found anywhere!" The bunny puffed out a little, passionately waving his hands in front of him as he spoke, each additional comparison making the wolf fidget with increasing discomfort.

But, Harlan wasn't finished. "I choose my clothes like I'm selecting a lover! How does he feel against my body? How's he fit around me... Does he make me feel cozy or hot!?" Servil glanced away, checking around for nearby people to overhear and misunderstand. His lip swept over drying lips with a small cough, derailing Harlan's train of thought with a 'shy' little laugh.

Blue eyes swept over Servil with a curious stare, suddenly realizing the extent of his own toying. "Oopsies!" He thought to himself with a smile spreading over his lips. "He seems more unhappy than ever now..."

Sure enough, Servil seemed to be sitting on pins across the table with a constant twitching fidget and his eyes flicking about with a look of anguish, though it was obvious he tried to veil it behind a layer of indifference.

Harlan curled his lips into a coy smirk, tipping one shoulder back slightly before he gestured down his slender chest. "Speaking of clothes, what do you think of this sweater? Does it make me look frumpy?"

Servil gulped. The sweater's tight, molding fit could in no way be called frumpy. It fit tight against the bunny's thin form, highlighting the nearly girly shape of his sides drawing down to where he disappeared beneath the table.

The wolf's fingers tapped on the glass of water he'd already downed. His teeth nibbled at his lip anxiously, and his eyes refused to linger on the offered view for more than a moment. "Uh, no. You look tight- Uh. It's tight. Not too tight. It's..." He swallowed again with a small, rushed exhale. "It's not frumpy."

Harlan's smile broadened, though he kept his mouth closed to show the full pouty shape of his lips. But before he could continue torturing the man, his watch advertised he'd overstayed his hour lunch break by ten minutes already and he shot from his seat. "I'm late back to work! But we should have dinner, Mechta Molokhovets at seven. They have wonderful beef stroganoff." He winked playfully and brushed close to Servil's side, grazing the man's arm with his fingers. "Meet me there?"

Servil's eyes widened, face popping with a look of unreserved shock before his eyebrows wrinkled in with a big of disgust, though Harlan couldn't place why, but the edges of his mouth twitched with a smirk-like smile. For a stiff second, he didn't reply until he gave a short nod.

"Wonderful! It's a date!" Harlan chirped, but Servil's jaw tightened. "It's a... plan. I'll see you at seven." Then the wolf slipped glanced back to his empty glass and waved at a waitress, dismissing the rabbit unceremoniously.

Harlan exited, peeking back over his shoulder to glimpse Servil gulping down a freshly filled glass before putting his head on his hand, rubbing both temples with a look that, even from a distance, appeared distressed. Back at work, the rabbit's pencil found it way back to the sketch of Servil's face, filling in the details and designing him a better, fitted version of his dark, stale suit to pass the time until he headed home and into the pre-date interlude.

Again, Harlan sunk into the bathtub when he got home, but with aromatic, essential oils dotted into the warm water as he worked out the scent of ink and body odor out of his fur to be replaced with a spritz from a squat square bottle of cologne, adding to him a hovering aroma of incense: spices woven in with a flowery, smoky scent.

Naked, Harlan padded to his closet, weighing the options in his suits and dress pants section. He plucked off full frontal, flare-on suits with silk, colored hankies like flowers blooming out of the pockets, but discarded those back onto the racks. He eyed his cross dressing options, dresses and flowy pants that'd give his slightly curved hips an artificial sway, but those too went back in. Instead, he carefully picked tight-fitting, deep blue dress pants that rode up onto his hips with gray suspenders to match a thick belt. Beneath, he wore a powder blue shirt, button to his neck, but with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Pointed, freshly shined shoes finished his feet and a petite bow tie his neck.

Standing at the mirror, Harlan slipped his fingers down the length of the suspenders while he chewed worriedly at his lip. "Perhaps it wasn't smart to invite a well known gangster to dinner. Especially after today. He makes no sense." The rabbit fidgeted, checking his butt in the reflective surface as he slid his wallet into the pocket and found a tailored jacket. "Curiosity did kill the cat and all," He scolded himself, yet at 6:30 he left the house and strode to towards the restaurant without hesitation because, as they say, satisfaction brought that cat back.

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In his own rented home, Servil slumped over his kitchen table. Instead of spending the afternoon weighing his clothing options, the tundra wolf weighed his woes. His fingers wouldn't stop quivering, shaking with a mixture of withdrawl tremors and nervous shakes. From a pocket, he fished out a packet of cigarettes and began a chain of puffing smoke that quelled the harder temptations out a crack in the window to release the smoke.

"I shouldn't be doing this. Going out with a- with this rabbit." His fingers drummed on the table, trying to give them a task to halt the compulsive shivers. "He's so... comfortable! That's the worse sort for me to be seen with! God forbid I'm seen with him!" One hand went to his forehead, trying to massage out the nervous headache starting to pulse. Yet, in his stomach a flurry of nervously excited butterflies flitted and his lips tugged harder on the paper tube, sucking down the sweet, fleeting release. With every part of him that feared going out with a flamboyant man like Harlan, another part yearned to be around someone comfortable with his flare. When his mind worried with being seen, another part delighted in the opportunity.

His cultured connections to homosexuality battled with his natural inclinations. His mind, built through childhood, saw his acceptance of the dinner as weakening, giving in to this evil but his heart, his emotions couldn't stop the twinge of joy in his stomach at the chance.

At 6:30, when he too headed towards Mechta Molokhovets, he wore the same suit but an entire afternoon's added worries.

The two met just outside the restaurant. The sun had started to dip slightly in the sky, giving the glow a haze of oncoming night as if the world had dimmed the lights for their date. Harlan noticed with a giggle of pleasure at the comparison; Servil noticed with a twitch of discomfort.

"You came!" Harlan announced just outside the doors, opened to accept the evening's crowd. One hand cupped Servil's arm, pulling him closer for the greeting, but Servil stiffly completed the handshake and stepped back away.

"I made it, yes." Servil's eyes cautiously swept over the rabbit, noting that he'd changed. The pants, darker in the dim light, hugged tightly to the muscular shape of his legs. Beneath the soft blue shift, the wolf could trace the V of the man's pelvis, leading down beneath the belt's flashy buckle that seemed to mark the bunny's treasure chest with a sort of bright, attractive X.

A hand rubbed at his neck, feeling it flush with head, Servil gave a small nod. "You look nice," he murmured, but Harlan hadn't heard over the bustle of the incoming people. The compliment wasn't repeated.

"You look classy." Harlan crooned as they shuffled to the maitre d's podium to be seated, leaning into Servil's side on his tip toes to be heard in the noisy entrance of the restaurant. The taller man fidgeted with the closeness and the tickle of the bunny's voice on his neck, but the corner of his mouth tweaked up momentarily.

"How many?" A waiter suddenly interjected, sending the rabbit's gleaming smile in a new direction. "Just the two of us!" He announced, sending Servil's paranoid glance sweeping over the crowd for a familiar face to spot them together.

"Wonderful. Right this way then." Carefully, they wove through the bustling eatery, heading into the back of the building where the crowds thinned and the buzz from the bar quieted to a small, table-cloth covered table with a small candle flickering in its center. "Will this do?"

Harlan's eyes widened a little and a hand touched the waiter's elbow briefly. "It's perfect! So cozy! Thank you!" Servil merely looked at the table with a long stare like a man who'd been sick with the stomach flu for weeks considering a hearty meal.

"Can I get you two anything right away? Besides menus?"

Harlan nodded, plucking the drink list from the young attendant before skimming it over while he settled onto his seat. "Let's see... Let's see... Ah! Give us a bottle of Pinot Noir."

Servil suddenly looked up, "No. Wine for the rabbit; I want vodka."

The rabbit blinked. The waiter blinked, but then nodded and scribbled down the orders until Harlan recovered with a little giggle. "Just give me a glass then! Heaven knows where'd I'd end up tonight if I drink a bottle on my own!" He winked at the waiter before ordering an order of Dolmasy and letting him scurry off, leaving them with menus.

"Have you eaten here before? I just love their appetizers. I'm sure I could make a meal of those alone. Then I couldn't have the Chicory au Gratin, my absolute favorite. With rice, or some soup, it's just..." His lips pursed together with a kissy sound. "Parfait!" Servil grunted, nodding once before staring down at his own menu.

Soon enough, the waiter returned with wine for Harlan and a squat glass of vodka, straight, for the tundra wolf. "Ah! Beautiful! You're a god among men!" Harlan chittered, breathing in the earthy, soil-tinged aroma of his wine before holding up the menu like a display board. "I'll take the Chicory au Gratin, please. With rice and a side of roasted mushrooms? If you can? I'm a sucker for those." He smiled broadly, giving a little giggle before handing over the menu and letting the attention shift for Servil's order.

"I'll have the same."

"Two Chicory au Gratin with rice and roasted mushrooms. Anything else you need right now?" Once he'd been assured that no, they were just 'dandy!' The waiter hurried off with their order, and Harlan's gaze swiveled to the stern-looking Servil.

"You ordered my favorite dish," He accused with a playful smirk. Servil looked at him with a mixture of surprise and stubborn denial. The rabbit's eyes wiggled playfully, teasingly.

"I did, but it had nothing to do with you."

"Oh really? Nothing at all with curiosity at what my tastes are? Don't you want to know what I like?" While his words on their own were simple, innocent statements the tone the rabbit fell into, a syrupy, flirtatious tone suggested underlying meaning that had the tundra wolf fidgeting in his seat and rubbing at the back of his neck.

"I-no. The dish sounded pleasant. That's all."

Harlan's self-satisfied little smile didn't even waver. "Well, I hope you enjoy it."

Once their meals arrived, it was clear they both enjoyed the subtle flavors of the dish and the balanced richness of the sauce paired with the filling heaviness of rich. Harlan chattered about the first bite he'd taken at this restaurant, on a corporate outing that had him moaning in his spot. "Food is really just... such an experience. Sometimes you taste something for the first time and its orgasmic. Flavors that surprise me can rival a blowjob sometimes." A little wink darted Servil's way, "Just sometimes."

Servil perked up slightly, with certain topics. Although he lacked Harlan's animation about anything discussed, certain things worked out small comments that hinted at the man behind the statue he lived in.

"Ah, do you cook then?" He'd asked after recovering from a fresh bout of squirming and swallowing from Harlan's crude conversation style.

"Alas, I'm hopeless in the kitchen. I love to eat, but I'm not too good at figuring out how to make what will taste good. It's a bit magical to me how people do it. I can make this once I've learned how, explicitly, but I'm a bit spastic for following recipes and I have no natural taste buds for balancing a menu." Harlan leaned over the table when he spoke, holding eye contact and smiling with a sense of playful self-deprecation and coy flirtation.

Servil nodded, seeming to digest what the rabbit had said, but didn't pick the conversation back up. "So, do you cook?"

"A bit."

The trend of Servil dropping the natural back and forth of discussion occurred through their dinner, almost to the point of social ineptitude.

"Anyways, last week I went to that new killer, stalker-hunter movie with some coworkers. I bunch of crazy gaybois- seriously! We showed up and- I was wearing these pink leather pants that'd me and Davide picked up at the thrift store the day before with a white top, really tight to match and Davide wore these ridiculous platform shoes with a skirt and a frilly, pirate-like shirt that hung down with the skirt. I swear, we had the whole rainbow covered between the five of us. Anywho, we get to the concessions stand and this little punk of an attendant tells us that he wasn't aware he worked in the enchanted forest but he must since he was seeing all their fairies flitting about!"

Servil swallowed, trying to imagine ever joking about such a comment. "I saw that movie. It was decent."

"Yeah! I didn't mind it! Some cliches, but most crime movies have some predictable moments. I thought they did a decent job on the casting though. I like that one guy, the lead. He's got a good jawline, powerful- made him the perfect choice to play a serial killer. What'd you think of him? Davide thought he wasn't gruff enough to be a killer?"

"I think he was just fine. Looks can be deceiving."

"Right. Of course."

After any particular burst of discussion, Harlan would falter for a second as he plucked up the remnants of their chatter and tried again. Again, Servil wouldn't supply much or direct the flow of conversation, but he followed where Harlan led- offering tiny tidbits of information that only seemed to intrigue the rabbit more. By the time dessert rolled around, Harlan leaned over his double-chocolate, truffle-topped, fudge-drizzled, sugary lava cake bomb of a dessert and spoke in a plain, honest voice.

"We should do this again. Later in the week."

Servil looked surprised at the second invitation. His fork paused, hovering over his dense rum cake before he nodded, "Sure." He didn't say anything else, but his mind had already started churning. He couldn't deny to himself that he'd enjoyed the company, the warmth of the rabbit during dinner, if nothing else.

Harlan left the dinner with his jacket dangling over his shoulder while he stared up at the evening sky, thoughts in a twirl but his paranoia and fright completely faded. Seeing limited glimpses behind the stoic outer shell of the private man had only piqued his interest in more. His footsteps dawdle the way home, lazily strolling through the moonlit streets with his mind replaying the little bursts of conversation they'd shared. "What an odd one..." He murmured, smiling to himself. He'd never dated someone so complex, but he was fascinated.

Servil left with similar speed, finding himself walking slowly towards home, but because his mind mulled over things and the cool night air seemed to help digest the date. Against his wishes, the bubbly bunny had been endearing, entertaining with his anecdotes and hyperactive gestures. He'd wanted to hate the date, be annoyed with the bunny, or better yet find a girl who caught his attention instead- no matter how unlikely any of those hopes may had been. Instead, he'd enjoyed it and couldn't stop feeling a post-date giddiness. Before home, he stopped into the store and purchased a fresh bottle of vodka, he had a feeling a night home alone with his thoughts might require it.

*******

Servil gulped at the sight of the rabbit approaching him outside of a trendier version of their first date's dining. While still a traditional Russian restaurant, the current choice fell under the title of Vodka Bar with a selection of over 70 different brands and flavors of the beloved alcohol while selling simple, hearty dishes to accompany the focus, drinking.

Instead of the understated suit from last time, Harlan wore another pair of exceptionally tight fitting slacks, these slightly more casual paired with a soft burnt orange shirt beneath a muted navy blazer. The outfit wouldn't have been complete for Harlan without a pair of heeled ankle-high leather boots over his pants and a thick, chunky scarf in a pale green knit. With every step closer, his heels clicked on the cobblestone and his smile spread wider at the sight of Servil watching him approach. A sway slid into his steps, swishing his hips and the tiny poof of a tail behind him with every step. As he approached, Servil tracked the swinging of the boy's body making his lithe figure show against the backdrop of the fading daylight. Once Harlan got close enough to see where Servil's eyes lingered, they darted away to admire the pattern of the cobblestone.

Servil wore what could be the same pants as last time, though he'd abandoned his jacket for a buttoned white shirt with a vest, though in the same dull gray. Once in range, Harlan hooked a finger down the wolf's chest and into the dip of the vest. "You know, this outfit begs for some color. Begs!"

The wolf almost smiled, but instead he shook his head a little. "Gray is easy."

Harlan shook his head and through his hands up in the air. "Easy is not the same as fabulous!"

Servil couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a small smile sneak onto his lips as they ambled closer to the doors. Harlan peeked over in time to catch the twitch in his date's usual pout, grinning at the sight. "So," the bunny explained, "I picked out this place for some obvious reasons. Number One, the most obvious, as a vodka bar this place suits your beverage choices perfectly. Number Two, the hidden reasoning, is that it's a five minute walk to our second stop of the night. A surprise." The rabbit glanced up to the taller male, flashing him a glimpse of his white smile before winking with a little squint of his right eye and a waggle of his eyebrow.

Instantly, Servil felt a throb in his groin at the unmentioned surprise and the escaping thought that the nearby location was a bed and the surprise, well, the surprise was Harlan. He swallowed, fidgeting with his collar before he cleared his mind, "It's obviously not that, so early." He tried to escape the very thought of the rabbit boy, with the lithe body he'd seen moments before pressed flush to the tundra wolf's larger body or with his pretty, plump lips stretched out around his-

"Servil?"

"Uh what?" He blinked quickly, flicking away the graphic daydream with a flustered fidget away from Harlan, frightened of brushing into him while his forehead wrinkled with distaste at himself and his desires.

"You still with me? You were daydreamin'" Harlan teased, poking at the wolf's arm before nodding towards a high-top table near the large window in the front of the restaurant. "Wanna take a seat now?"

Servil nodded shortly before he led the way towards the table. Once seated, he began to skim the extensive lists of his favorite beverage while Harlan skimmed shorter menu of alternatives, though he soon switched to the vodka-based, heavily flavored, sweetened, and girly drinks. When the waiter appeared, Servil ordered his straight and Harlan's vodka was hidden within a Watermelon Gin Fizz!

"If you make fun of my gray clothing again, perhaps I will mock your drink choices." Servil stated with a straight face as the drink orders headed to the bar.

"What do you mean?" Harlan's lips dropped open into a surprised little O, mocking hurt.

"What's in your drink?"

"Smashed watermelon, lime juice, vodka, and ginger ale, why?"

Servil held a hand to his ear, "I'm sorry. Did you even say vodka? I think I missed it in that grocery list."

"Hey!" Harlan laughed, leaning onto the table on one elbow with a broad smile that showed his cute front teeth and an amused glimmer in his blue eyes. Servil found his own lips in a smirk as well.

Both quieting, they turned to reading their menus. Before either had selected, Harlan spoke up. "Let's just get a bunch of starters and share, stuffed cabbage rolls? Perogies? Potato Pancakes with caramelized apples? Tefteli? Pelmeni? Oh look! They have a sampler platter!"

Servil chuckled softly, nearly rolling his eyes at the rabbit's overzealous enthusiasm, but he agreed with a slight nod. "If that's what you'd like." Once they'd ordered, they fell into their previous experience of Harlan leading where Servil would follow with his short, impersonal responses. However, once their food reached the table, Harlan's chatter broke way for soft, happy coos of delight at the selection of food, forcing them to balance out the conversation between them.

"Oh my... Oh this is so good... This is like heaven in my mouth..." Harlan mumbled around a doughy chunk topped with a dollop of sour cream he balanced on a spoon. Servil watched him over the rim of his glass with a bemused expression eyeing the way the rabbit's eyes sank half shut with a delighted look and his lips puckered out as if to prolong the process of biting off his section. He looked blissful.

For Servil, the supply of vodka quickly refilled, high quality vodka led him into a calmer mood than their first date, blurring his anxiety into a soft hum in the back of his head and letting his mouth run without a constant echo of his mother's voice over top of his words.

"So," He interjected into another one of Harlan's orgasmic food journeys making the bright blue eyes pop open to look at him over a flakey slice of pancake. "What's this surprise you've got for after dinner? I'd like to know what I'm getting myself into."

Harlan chuckled, flashing a closed-lip smile before he swallowed to speak. "I found this old theater downtown that has stop motion, black and white films and tonight's show is It's a Bird which is supposed to be positively spooky. I thought you'd like it."

Servil stared across the table. In one hand, he still cupped the half empty glass of vodka and in the other balanced a fork poised down to pluck another piece off their pre-meal platter, but neither moved. Instead, he seemed fully invested in the conversation with a spark to speak!

"My father used to take me to see stop motion films all the time. I loved it until my brother was born, and when we started taking him he got scared of the puppets. So, we went home and didn't go as often..." A soft, wistful sigh escaped his lips and his gazed tipped away from the rabbit across the table, no longer responding directly to him but following the train of thought. "I wish I had taken my boys to go and see them. I loved those films so much, they just remind me of my dad. My boys would have loved them to, I'm sure of it-" With a blink, Servil suddenly realized the rabbit was staring at him with rapt interest with continuing to eat or to nurse his ridiculously pink, fizzing drink. Then, he silenced suddenly.

"Well, looks like I made a good choice then." He paused a moment, reading the now intentionally guarded look on the wolf's face and choosing to ease into an easier, more public topic. "Did I make a comparably good choice on the food we're eating tonight?"

Their dinner continued on with more perogies and cream-covered dumpling pushed across the massive sampler's plate towards one another, sharing the last bite of the other's favorite and drinks orders that all went similarly.

"Can I get you two more drinks?"

"Yes, Vodka. Straight."

"Of course! I'll try the Peach Flip Cocktail this time!"

---

"Another round for you two?"

"Yes, Vodka. Straight."

"Oooh! Please! Birthday Cake Martini! Always time to celebrate, right?"

---

"Up for a third?"

"Yes, Vodka. Straight."

"Oh baby! Gimme the Seductive Swan blackberry thing!"

---

"Any drinks with dessert?"

"Yes, Vodka. Straight."

"Let's go out with a bang! The Mad Hatter Potion!"

---

By the time they'd drunk their fill, the moon had risen to perch high in the sky and a hiccuping Harlan leaned over his martini glass, still lazily leaking with dry ice over the rim, and informed Servil they had ten minutes before the latest showing of their film.

Servil looked the shorter, lighter, girlier drink up and down and gave a firm nod. "I'll go pay, drink your water." He grunted before slipping off his seat and heading to the counter to clear their tab. Then, he collected Harlan onto his sturdy arm and led the young man out into the cool night arm where he started to sober up with the crisp chill of the night around them and no more spiked fruit cocktails in front of his to sip. Thankfully, with Harlan chattering he'd drunk way less than he could have in their hours spent lazily eating at the restaurant. After Servil's slip, between the knowledge that the wolf was opening up to him and the drinking, they'd both fell into an easy back and forth of comparing the different cities around Russia they'd both seen and what cities the other hadn't seen that must be describe to him in exact detail including restaurants visited and meals eaten. The conversation had stay light, frivolous even, but they bonded over the simplicity of it and the ease in which it flowed after they'd both relaxed into the night.

Leaning into Servil's side with a feminine burp muffled behind a hand, Harlan looked up to the sky where little pinpoints sparkled against the black backdrop. "It sure is a pretty night out right now."

Servil felt his mouth twitch with a smile again, now reaching an innumerable amount of times the bunny's goofy, naive mannerisms had him hiding smiles. "It is. Now, let's get inside before we're late."

"Okay, Mister Grim!" Harlan announced, smiling his broad, buck-toothed grin as they entered the old theater, settling into velvety seats as the lights dimmed around them and the old, catchy animation started delving them into the end of their night with Harlan snuggled drunkenly into Servil's side, and the wolf affectionately thinking back on his sons and ignoring how much he enjoyed the light, warm pressure of the bunny's breath tickling his neck and pressing into his arm.

******

Once the movie had ended and midnight masked the night in its cloaking darkness, the two exited side by side though now Harlan walked on his own without the excuse of alcohol to cuddling into the wolf.

With stiff politeness, Servil offered to walk the rabbit home, and he accepted with a smirk dancing on his soft lips and a waggle in his brows. The wolf pouted at the suggestive response to his offer, but the rabbit found himself seeing through the harsh covering. He'd been tipsy after dinner, but he clearly remembered Servil's kind caretaking and his almost cuddling stroll to the theater, side by side. So now, when the man acted tough and rigid, Harlan brushed it off to focus on the sweetness hidden in the gesture of walking him home, stretching out their time together.

Relative silence settled around them, but both meandered at a wandering pace, looking up to the sky and peeking at one another. Harlan liked the sensation of brushing into the wolf and feeling his tall, thin frame to let him imagine feeling the man tangled with him, beneath him, around him. More of his thoughts turned from curiosity to a growing attraction, eyeing the sharp features of the man's face as a map to trace his way along, wishing he could strip his musty suit off and onto the pavement- though he wanted to do that from the standpoint of ending world suffering, as well.

During their walk, Servil silently kicked himself for opening up. With every glance towards him he caught, he worried that Harlan was planning more, plotting a continuation that he encouraged. "I can't get involved with this, this boy!" Servil scolded, but the thought of not seeing the rabbit's broad smile or the curious twitch of his tail whenever he spotted a constellation made his stomach twist.

While he distressed himself over his mistakes in telling the boy more, falling into conversation with him, Servil replayed their dinner date and how nice it felt, how easy it was to look across the table and see those bright eyes grinning at him over a pink/purple/sparking/fizzing/exploding drink. While he tried to shake it off, he couldn't deny when the rabbit's front door shut behind him and he headed home, he wished it wasn't alone.

******

The next morning, Harlan stirred his coffee slowly at his kitchen table, muttering to himself. "So, this is obviously more than a one-date thing now... Yet, I know nothing about this Servil Denver. Mr. Denver. Hm..." His fingers spun a spoon through the dark liquid, watching the sugar dissolve while he tried to wake up to go to work.

Clinging to his caffeine, he wriggled down into a pair of plum-colored pants that hugged to his pert ass and popped against the plain pairing of a dark, midnight-blue top. Staring down, his brow crinkled. "Where's the snazz?" He mumbled, swigging more coffee as he dove into his closet for the final piece- finally emerging ten minutes late with purple and white pointed, lace-up wingtips and a dramatically colored sweater.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!" The bunny cried, hauling his tired body out the door and down the streets to his building at top speed, feeling the muscles in his legs pulse with the sudden exercise as he cursed his work for valuing timing and dependability over fabulousness.

Once at work, settled into his desk with another cup of joe to fight the Tuesday lull, nagging curiosity started to compel him towards the gossip pods. By lunch, he'd joined a flock of hens to ask subtly what the ladies of the building had heard of Servil Dever, opening the floodgates of an undiscussed, but well-known topic.

"Well! I heard he's married!"

"He's not married, you cuck! He WAS married, married the girl all a sudden. I hit on him once, long time ago, but he never returned the banter 'less his mother was about. She seemed to turn on the chit chat with him, must have talked to him about treatin' girls a certain way."

"She's right! He didn't even date till the girl he married and then he just... jumped right in!"

Harlan stewed over that news, more curious than ever to understand the puzzling man and his intentions. "Perhaps, he is gay, just suppressed...." He chuckled once, "Really, really suppressed I guess. We'll see if he would make a move on his own. I'll wait it out...Then, I guess I'll know." Resolved, the rabbit dove into his sketches and refused to make new plans unless Servil contacted HIM. After their second date, what appeared to be a real success, he needed to see action on this strange man that it wasn't some ploy or act.

On his desk, Harlan created a world of distractions from the wolf, diving into designs and fabric swatches like an ocean to search for the next runway hit.

******

"Servil, I-" A hush fell over the two men with the soft brush of the rabbit's furred fingers against his arm sending shivers down his spine with the intense innocence of it. The bunny's blue eyes tipped up to him, staring without breaking the bubble of silence by speaking. The hand brushed his side again, moving to his hip and resting on the ledge of his gaunt body with a light tug.

His head tipped back slightly, showing the pouted shape of his lips before his toes raised up to their points and a kissed flitted across Servil's sharp chin, moving to dot his cheek with a whisper of a smooch. "Servil..." He breathed in a whisper that stroked down the wolf's neck along with the kisses, fleeting and short down his cool skin making it flush with heat, excitement.

"Harlan..." The blue eyes flicked up to him when he spoke their owners name, attentively holding onto his face until Servil looked away shyly. A soft nip tugged at his skin, testing his reaction before the kisses returned before moving up to his mouth before freezing.

The perfect plush pout of the rabbit's mouth paused in front of Servil's, letting him feel the warmth just lingering away from him before it closed in and the gap disappeared. Harlan leaned into his chest, still holding to his side, and kissed him with a hot, light kiss that seemed to burn down into his chest.

"Ah... Harlan..." He puffed when the kiss broke and he looked down, seeing those blue eyes so sparkly and bright-

Then, darkness flooded up to his opened eyes, waking him up in the solitary confinement of his bedroom in the middle of the night. A hand raked through his hair with a small sight, feeling a tight tension in his stomach from the dream still replaying in his mind. His lips tingled with the imagined kiss, but the mere thought had a scowl wrinkled his forehead.

"I need to stop seeing that rabbit-" He broke off as his feet hit the floor with a thunk before starting to plod their way towards the kitchen, fishing into the cupboard for a glass and the fridge for water.

Once he'd taken a long sip in an attempt to ease the heat flushing his pale skin, Servil continued to grumble to himself in the dim light of the moon sneaking through his windows. "He's a bad influence. It's wrong. It's bad! I can't be thinking about these-these things! I can't continue down this path again..." His jaw tightened, but his stomach still fluttered with genuine excitement while his crotch twitched and throbbed with its own butterflies.

"I cannot -" He tried to continue ranting to himself, but thinking of Harlan suddenly summoned the image of his playfully teasing Servil for his suit, hooking a finger in his vest so that he felt it down the line of his chest. He tinged at the thought. The excitement the bunny had for stop motion, for dinner, for everything! He found himself smiling, clutching the water glass a bit closer as he faded into the dream again, leaning down to kiss the shorter rabbit for the first time and catching the glimpse of those blue eyes closing. "I cannot not see him again."

Hearing his words drop out into the world, trapped in his kitchen for now, Servil gave a small nod of resolution. "I'll call him in the morning."

"Hello! Harlan LeFevre here!"

"Harlan- it's Servil. Would you like to have dinner again, with me?"

"Oh! Servil! It'd love to! Where shall we go this time? I think I know a splendid little french cafe-"

"Actually, I'm going to cook. Come to my house, tonight? At seven? It's 214 East 6th street. I'll leave a light on."

After receiving the wolf's call, Harlan had been in a state of shock. After days of waiting for a call, working and sleeping and ignoring the lack of a call, he'd stopped expecting one, but to have Servil finally reach out was just the reassurance that the rabbit needed. Instantly, his mind fell into a day-long daydream about what to wear.

Hunched over his desk at work, instead of working out the business casual line he'd been tasked with, he recalled his closet and meticulously planned his outfit from top to bottom- sketching himself with a jaunty, smiling face.

While Harlan scribbled out his clothes, Servil scribbled out items on a checklist while carefully skimming the farmer's market for the best, fresh vegetables. He plucked crisp, white garlic cloves out of squat baskets; selected bright, green zucchini; hunted down golden and red plump, rounded sweet peppers. His eyes swept keenly over the bin and buckets spread out under the awning of the outdoor farmer's market. He didn't fall into the banter with those around him like most, but focused on his checklist and mission towards finding the ingredients for the ratatouille he'd found in a yellowing cookbook. After the market, he wandered into a quaint wine shop, finding a slender bottle of merlot to go with the classic French meal.

With a full bag, the wolf returned to his rented home to the kitchen, with the class already dipping towards the six while he started into the preparation for dinner, his white shirt rolled past his elbows to avoid the potato peels and splashes of oil.

At the same time, back in his own kitchen, Harlan chugged a glass of water with jittering legs. "What am I going to wear? What am I going to wear?" He mumbled to himself, imagining his plans sketched throughout the day with a feeling of genuine nervousness. But when he scurried into his closet to scout out the pieces, he decided to be bold.

Half an hour later, posing in front of the mirror, Harlan surveyed himself. Long, gray black stockings extended up to his thighs, stopping short of a men's dress shirt converted into a mid-thigh skirt, the buttons down the front and cinched with the arms high above his hips. With a mix of masculinity converted into something feminine, Harlan had been drawn to the handmade project once he'd started daydreaming. A tight button-up of silky cotton continued up to his neck where a wispy ascot in a bright, jumbled pattern tied around his throat. To finish it off, the cuffs of his shirt sported colored studs the same shade as the accents in his glossy, black shoes. For the cherry on top, he cocked an faded, dark brown porkpie fedora over a flopped ear.

A breath puffed out from his lips as he surveyed the carefully layered piece and chewed at his lip. "I hope he likes it."

Then, a long coat covered the entire ensemble and he slipped out the door towards Servil's to no time knock against the solid wood.

"Coming!"

When the door swung open, Servil paused in the frame staring out. The heavy coat hung past the male's skirt, but showed the stockings beneath with the floppy collar framing around the splash of color from the ascot cinched loosely around his throat. The pink, orange, and blue diamonds blended together on the scarf seemed to match with the rabbit's blue eyes, making them pop from his foggy gray fur. "Harlan-" He greeted, but didn't find the words to say anything else when the rabbit opened his coat to slip it off and over his arm, revealing the rest of his outfit from the tight cinch of the skirt accentuating his slender shape to the trim shirt showing off his chest. Beneath the stockings, the toned strength of the bunny's strength juxtaposed with the girly factors of his clothing.

"May I come in?" Harlan finally offered up, giving him a small, coy smile with his head tipped curious to the side. Servil nodded, apologizing, and as he slipped inside the rabbit gestured down from his waist. "You like? I made it myself."

Servil found himself smiling, feeling protected from the judgement of the outside world as he allowed himself his admiration of the rabbit in front of him. "Of course you did. It screams 'Harlan.'"

"One day I just had a stroke of genius, I wanted to escape these bounds of man clothes versus lady clothes! I wanted to prove they were one in the same. I don't wear it as often lately, doesn't show off my package." He winked, flirtatiously, but Servil barely noticed.

"No, it looks good." His eyes didn't waver from their stare, a genuine excitement showing in the wolf's eyes before he awkwardly coughed and nodded towards the kitchen. "I'm making dinner right now."

Harlan smiled, breathing in the warm herbs in the air and relaxing in the cozy warmth of the small home. In the petit kitchen, Servil poured a glass of wine, setting it in front of a bar stool at the small island. "Why thank you."

With a polite nod, Servil returned to his preparation, talking with his back turned and relieving the stress of watching the rabbit as he spoke. "I've always wanted to be a cook. I've always loved the balance of flavors, the meticulousness of preparation... I couldn't, of course, because I was expected to continue the family business." He coughed softly, glancing back to see Harlan eyeing him over the rim of his glass with an amused smile.

"I gave that to my brother though, just became a hitman- as you know." Another small, shy cough jogged his throat before he peeked back against to see Harlan shifting off the stool to meander around the small kitchen, eyeing the tidy set up and the private glimpse in on the sheltered man.

Continuing with some inner drive to share something with the rabbit, "I tried to keep the boys away from it. I never wanted them involved, for their own safety. But I miss them." He didn't embellish the comment, but the waver in his voice proved it wasn't said lightly.

Standing at the wall of age-arranged photographs, Harlan gestured to a shot of twin boys, with their cheeks plump as their bellies and their copper fur frizzed off their ears from playing. "Are those your boys?"

Servil abandoned his post at the stovetop, shifting to stand just behind the rabbit with a distant smile on his lips. "Yeah." A hand pointed to one then the other, "That's Kezhon and that's Ronnie."

Harlan shuffled closer to the wall, peering into the frame with a warm smile poised over his plump lips. "They're beautiful."

Without looking away, the older man smiled. "They are. They really are." From where he stood beside him, Harlan peeked away from the picture to look at the wolf himself, whose eyes seemed glazed over in another world while a wide, content smile held the man's lips at the memories and love in his expression.

"How old are they now?" Mirroring the man's warm smile back, Harlan probed lightly at the subject enjoying seeing Servil in this new light and to watch him open up finally.

"Six now, Kezhon came first so he's older by five whole minutes! I was amazed. All that work to get the first one out and here comes Ronnie just five minutes later! " A little chuckle burst out of the wolf's lips, still curled into an unadulterated grin.

Harlan just beamed at the man, feeling a wave of his own affection for the adorable man. With his hard exterior cracking to show a softer inside, the rabbit found himself swooning at the obviously loving, caretaker of a man. He stepped a bit closer, voice soft and genuine. "What it like? Early on? Is it worth it?"

Servil's head started to nod, "Yes." He fell silent, though his eyes seemed to continue speaking without the words making it out. "The first time Ronnie smiled at me..." He trailed off with a small shake of his head, as though words couldn't describe the image in his mind, so crisp after years. "Come, look at them."

Together, the two shuffled down the length of photographs, Servil leaning into Harlan's shoulder to eye the same small frame with him. Pausing at a shot of a rounded boy, blurred at the edges, with his bare butt like a moon rounding behind a couch, Harlan pointed. "What the story there?"

Servil chuckled to himself, the first time Harlan had heard him laugh. "He decided he didn't need a diaper, so I spent the afternoon chasing him around. He found the whole thing to be hilarious." Harlan giggled, eyeing a sunnier picture of the boys posed around a spot in the sand one looking eager while the other looked apprehensive. "That's from the beach. Kezhon found a hermit crab. He was fascinated by it, really just wanted to watch it walk around, but Ronnie- Ronnie was terrified, thought it was a monster. So, I helped Kezhon smuggle it into the house..."

"Oh dear! What happened inside?"

Servil chuckled once, "Their mother wasn't too happy, but Kezhon loved it, way too much for her to tell him to get rid of it." His head shook a little with amused memory. "That kid snuggled it, little shell hugged under his chin while he curled in a ball around it. Ronnie would come up and practically spit. "Yuck!" He'd cry and they'd 'fight.'" He cut off with a soft chuckle again, smiling with a distant expression and silencing.

As he trailed off with the memory, letting a comfortable silence settle around them the rabbit peered up to the taller man with a curious purse of his lips. For the first time, Servil showed an entirely new side of himself, a father, someone who cared so much about his sons it struck the rabbit. "This guy has sacrificed so much...for these boys." For a moment, the rabbit imagined having someone talk about him with so much emotion, such passion and he almost felt overwhelmed with it.

Peering up shyly at the taller man, Harlan, in a whisper, spoke up.

"Can I try something?" Harlan turned slowly to face the taller tundra wolf. His head tipped up slightly, fingers lifting to lightly rest against Servil's chest. His eyes peered out up from beneath the rim of his hat while his plump lips formed a slightly, ready pout.

His toes pushed up onto their tips, lifting his lips up to reach to the taller male's before they hesitated just a beat, giving Servil a last chance to pull away, to stop him, but when he didn't the gap between them closed. Finally, Harlan's plush lips pressed into his own and Servil felt himself return it gingerly, with a melting sensation through his flushed body.

The kiss lingered for a beat, with Servil's hand lightly cupping Harlan's chin while the rabbit's free hand curled around the wolf's back, holding his hips closer so they grazed each other with electric jolts sizzling in the heated moment before the kiss broke. In the kiss, Servil's walls had crumbled to show a softened expression, hazy with delight while confusion and fear swirled in eyes slightly widened, as thought scared of what would follow, but his lips formed a clear smile- still tingling with the imprint of the other male's.

"I-Uh... The food... Burning... Don't want..." Servil muttered, while Harlan nodded with an understanding smile curling his own shivering lips. With the wolf back at the stove, Harlan went back to his wine, idly sipping while they basked in a comfortable cloak of quiet, both reflecting on their first kiss- something that opened the door. When the ratatouille made it into plates, Harlan cooed with the classic dish.

"Did you make French food for me?" He teased, grinning flirtatiously at the wolf who merely chuffed and took a large bite, making it impossible to respond. As they ate, they fell into the easy banter of idle chatter, skirting around what they both were thinking, but couldn't say: I really enjoyed that, when will we do it again? Does this mean you're okay with this? I liked that. I really liked that...

As they began to finish, glasses emptied, and only smears of lingering sauce coated their plates, Harlan brought up his job with a heavy tone. "I'm a bit worried of losing it, with the boss's debts... I'm in the middle of a new design concept, and I'm trying to get into the upcoming local presentation on convertable business casual to date styling, but if the business tanks I'll loose my standing. It's a bit unnerving."

However, other than the brief worries he had on his job, even Harlan didn't select any weighty topics, and before long the night had gone black outside. "I really should get home." Harlan murmured, though he glanced to Servil with obvious longing.

"I'll drive you home."

So, Servil escorted the rabbit home, walking him to his front stoop where a soft kiss was planted on his cheek, leaving it warm as he returned home to pluck up the phone for his brother, "Hello. We need to extend the deadline for the fashion business. No reason. I just have heard news that he might come into some money, killing him won't get us that if he isn't alive to make it. Give him till the end of the month."

With his sudden task completed, Servil hovered in the kitchen by the photos of his sons. He stared at the naked blur of Kezhon running from him, invisible out of the snapshot's bound. He could still see the boy's smile flashed over his shoulder back at the flustered father, and it brought a smile to his face. Those boys had been the only source of pure happiness he'd felt in a long time, but tonight- tonight he'd felt a flicker of that same sensation though with something more carnal at it's edges.

"God, it's been 20 years..." He muttered, leaning a hand on the back of a chair as he thought back to his first kiss with a man, in general, as a lithe, lanky teenager. That had been awkward, risky with the insecurity of a teenaged kiss and the fear of the consequences lingering over the toothy, dry-lipped experience. Tonight, though, tonight had been... electric. He could still feel the ghost of Harlan's lips over his own, gingerly pressing into his mouth.

Unbidden, the memory of his first kiss continued to the aftermath: "Just what do you think that was, Servil M. Dever! Do you think God didn't just see that? God sees all. He knows when you have these impure, sinful thoughts! These actions! Servil, you cannot gallivant with this- this boy! It's wrong. It's a sin. You don't understand. You'll go to hell. You must repent, child."

With a cringe, Servil filled his glass with crisp, clear vodka before he sunk down onto the seat Harlan had occupied only an hour before. One hand rubbed along his temple, thinking back to the abuse, the scolding. Remembering the fierce Catholic, it's like she was there scolding him not for his high school kiss, but for the kiss he'd just shared with Harlan.

Suddenly, his telephone rattled on the wall, breaking the trip down memory's gloomy lane. "Hello?"

"Servil! Guess what!"

"Harlan? What is it?"

"I just got a call! I'll be showing a piece at the local showing! The one I told you about! One of my designs was selected! I'll be presenting the firm's cocktail wear! It's in just a few days! Will you come? I have a few tickets to give, and I'd love to see you there. It's just one piece, one outfit, but I get to introduce it and explain it, and it's a really big opportunity. This means I'm moving up! Will you come?"

With the rush of excitement flooding out of the phone's tinny speaker, Servil felt his lips twitch with a small, contained smile with the realization that, being so excited, the bunny must just have found out... meaning that Servil had been his first call with the news. His first call, Servil mulled the idea over in his head before a prodding question brought him back to the question. "Of course, but we should celebrate first. Drink tomorrow on your lunch? Cocktails for your cocktail wear?"

"That's an awesome idea! There's a place just kitty corner to the building! Do you know what I'm talking about? It's got the big red sign?-" Together, they planned to meet the next day, and Harlan chatted eagerly for another few minutes before disconnecting and leaving Servil back into the silence of his home, but now with the renewed memory of the bunny and the knowledge that he was thinking of him.

The next day, meeting for drinks, Harlan couldn't contain his excitement which had only been fed by the morning at the office preparing for the show. "I got to pick the model! I picked the model and we had a fitting! He's a little boy, Ruco, he's called. I think he was hitting on my during the fitting." Harlan giggled, waving his hand with a girlish flutter. He ate a salad, overrun with different shades of fruit and vegetables while chattering constantly filling the air with his voice or his crunching.

Servil, on the opposite end of the spectrum, remained quieter than usual. With Harlan more flamboyant than he'd ever seen him, Servil felt the rush of discomfort settle in his stomach. He couldn't help but to glance around when Harlan giggled to check for someone he knew watching them, hearing the loud girly giggles. Yet, immediately after he'd glanced through the bar, he would settle and admire the rabbit's fitted shirt, button most of the way up his chest with a duo of vests layered over tops in different shades of gray and aqua blue. It fit tight to his slender chest and the unnatural blue made his eyes pop in complement.

"It's a rush like you wouldn't believe! Everyone keeps congratulating me! Everyone! People from the level above have come and said congrats! I feel famous!"

"Well, congratulations from me too." Servil added, giving him a brief smile before silencing again until Harlan cut off the lunch to return to work. Together, they exited, but at the sidewalk seemed to realize they needed to go separate directions. When Harlan inched closer, leaning up on his tiptoes Servil turned to leave, avoiding the chance to be kissed in public. Harlan's eyebrows instantly furrowed together, recognizing the motion and swiveling around to return to work as his jaw tightened, hurt.

Servil's chin ducked, avoiding looking at the rabbit with a mix of inner conflict. "I couldn't kiss him! We're in public!" Yet, when he reached his house, he felt an ache in his stomach for not kissing the boy and losing even one chance.

Back at his desk, Harlan leaned his chin into a palm staring down at the papers in front of him, memos scattered from the various people he'd contacted for the show across the entire spread of the surface. "He dodged a kiss. He just... dodged it." He mumbled to himself, idly drinking lukewarm coffee leftover from the morning caffeine binge. His ears drooped at the tips, disappointed at the slight, yet intrigued.

By the afternoon, Harlan's wounded pride had healed completely and more curiosity filled anger's place. "He's wounded, somehow..." Harlan muttered to himself, barely able to concentrate on his work even hours later. "Something is stopping him from being open, and I get that..." His head bobbed in response to his own musing, making a nearby secretary eye him oddly, but he didn't notice. "I get that."

Brushing past the curious secretary on his way out the door, Harlan nodded politely. "Just boy troubles." He explained, flashing a broad smile to explain his self-directed chatter all afternoon.

"Ah. Romance is a world of trouble." She responded, curling her pouted mauve lips into a sad smile. "Food generally fixes that."

Harlan chuckled, waving goodbye before he exited the building for the day, finally loosening his tie and entering the streams on the sidewalk all heading home. "Food fixes that, huh..." He mumbled, turning towards a small bakery and deli a few blocks away. "If foods the answer, then I shall get food."

With a chime on the door, Harlan immersed himself into the fresh scents of a bakery where chunky, irregular loaves of homemade bread sat in aging baskets, wrapped in paper. "Just baked those batches at noon! Fresh as they get!" The store keep announced proudly. Harlan peeked up and smiled, plucking a long baguette out before he peered into a chilled ice bin for a cream cheese based spread infused with olives and herbs and then purchased a flavored oil. "Need any wine with this? You're getting positively French today, sir."

Harlan smiled, "Je suis Francais, monsieur. I am French, sir. So yes, I am being quite French in my selection. Also, French is the culture of romance, non?" The man chuckled with a wrinkled grin.

"Ah! In that case, you must get wine!"

Harlan set his things on the counter, adding in a box of dark truffles and light, buttery cookies before his head shook slightly. "Actually, do you carry any vodka?"

******

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Who the hell?" Servil slid off the stool in his kitchen, setting down his squat glass quickly enough to slosh around the clear liquor inside against the sides before. Answering the door, the wolf was greeted to the sight of Harlan clutching a weight paper bag to his chest.

"I bear food!" The rabbit announced, flashing a playfully, overly wide smile towards the grim looking tundra wolf.

"Well, come on in." Servil widened the door with an unsure expression. He'd glimpsed Harlan's hurt expression earlier, and now expected the rabbit to be at least miffed at him- not bringing food! Seeing the man's confusion, Harlan's dramatized smile relaxed into a small, genuine curl.

"It's okay, Servil. I get it." He nodded, setting the bag down on the table beside the door. "I'm not mad."

Servil seemed to relaxed, suddenly remembering where he'd spent the earlier part of his afternoon, before the bottles had opened and he'd fallen into a dreary repetition of sips. "Harlan, I... uh. Your boss has more time to pay. You don't have to worry about losing the job."

A ear-splitting squeal left the rabbit before he launched himself into the wolf's chest, arms squeezing around him in an eager hug. "Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I know you did this, and thank you!"

Awkwardly, Servil's arms circled back around the rabbit's shorter frame, bending down slightly to fit against him before the rabbit looked up, catching their lips hovering mere inches apart. With a beat of hesitation, Harlan lifted himself up and pressed his mouth into the wolf's, kissing him with the same excitement in his hug, though it now created a passionate, unexpected liplock.

For a moment, Servil heard nothing yet white noise seemed to scream through his head. The rabbit's soft mouth pushed against his barely parted, giving him a taste of the heat just behind his lips and the taste of him, a sweet, but coffee tinted flavor that burned down his tongue with the timid swipe it led along the boy's lower lip.

After a few seconds that stretched mentally into an imagined hour, Harlan pulled back with a slow, faintly gaspy inhale while Servil stared wide-eyed down and then fled, surrendered back into the kitchen. "I'll get you wine!"

Harlan briefly touched a finger to his lip, feeling the faint wetness from the other male's tongue with a shiver of unexcitement, but then scooped up the paper bag and followed him into the kitchen almost domestically, helping to cut the perfect bread, crunchy shell outside surrounding a tender, soft inner; filling a bowl with the oil, a rich garlic tinted gold liquid; and cracking open the spread, thick white cream stuffed through with green and brown speckles of herbs and lumps of chopped green olives. Side by side, in silence, they spread the food out onto a platter before returning to the small den area and settling around the coffee table Servil in an armchair and Harlan on the small, well-worn couch.

"This is good, where'd you get it?" Servil finally spoke, biting into a slice of the golden baguette with cream cheese dotting his lip.

"The bakery a few blocks from work, it was close by and simple, but I felt driven to get food." He paused to chew through a soft clump of bread. "The secretary from my floor said food heals confusion in romance."

Servil fidgeted, disconcerted with the word Harlan spoke, looking down at the bread in his hand instead of engaging. "I've never been there," he finally spoke, ignoring the second part of Harlan's commentary all together. "Perhaps I should start going more often."

Harlan smiled, but confusion still clouded the closeted wolf's behavior to him. Now, in the privacy of his home, Harlan had expected things to be simpler, easier again, but he'd fled from their kiss and now seemed unsure, uncomfortable. They shifted to simpler subjects, letting Harlan dominate the floor with discussion on his day, preparing for the show.

While he spoke, Servil watched Harlan. He watched how his lips formed around the words or his tongue swept out briefly to catch a dab of oil or cheese from his lips, sensuously peeking into view and disappearing again. The kiss earlier replayed in his mind and on his lips, filling him with a mixture of anxiety and heat.

When the food levels started to dwindle, Servil joined Harlan on the couch to be able to reach the last bits of spread or sweep his bread through the lessening reserve of oil. They squished side by side, brushing arms against knees and shoulders to one another as they reached and ate, letting silence sweep in between blissful bites.

Every grazing touch felt like electricity. For Harlan, the innocence had become almost novel, a new type of sexual foreplay to be so lightly teased as with three total kisses and lingering, accidental touches against his thigh. Whereas for Servil, they were fresh as a first romance, but with the additional weight of years. Every touch sent a jolt of desire down his spine, but also the reminder that he shouldn't be desiring him. He could feel his mother's imagined stance at the edge of the room, peering in and shaking her head with eyes narrowed into slivers and her words hushed muttering about God's judgement.

It became a dance. Harlan would lean into Servil, letting his warmth press into the male's side until he could feel the slight shiver or twitch in response, then he'd shift away and move the food with him just enough that the wolf would reach over, grazing his thigh with his thigh just above the knee, close enough to make the rabbit wonder, imagine.

The entire night continued like so, innocently chattering while both spun in circles in their head, but at least, when the moon had started to replace the sun and darkness cloaked through the city Harlan had to stand and nod towards the door.

"I've still got to walk home, and it's late. I should go or I'll be late to work in the morning..." He looked down, briefly, hiding the flash of disappointment at the thought. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay, stay the night. He wanted to keep bumping elbows and feeling the wolf's breath against his shoulder lightly when they turned to one another to speak.

"I'll walk you home. The city-" He stopped talking, letting the lame excuse finish itself: "is dangerous at night." Harlan smiled, moving to the door with the wolf just behind him. Once again, they let an idling occur in their conversation as they headed towards Harlan's home. They gazed around at the few lights scattered through the streets and the beginning of the stars showing, and briefly commented on this or that, but didn't need to fill the moment with discussion.

In the darkness, away from prying eyes and out of the danger of an empty house, Servil felt his mind clear. He sunk into a pleasant observation of Harlan. He watched how he moved at he walked, swaying slightly and swinging his arms; how his ears twitched towards distant sounds, but then swiveled quickly when Servil spoke; and how his eyes glittered into the darkness, their own street lamps. Contentedness seemed to enclose them until they reached the stoop of Harlan's home, marking their parting.

"Thank you... for bringing food."

Harlan smiled coyly, leaning up closer to the male, testing him for the same fleeing that had happened after their lunch together, when Harlan didn't move he pressed forward. "Did it heal our romance?"

Servil choked slightly, nervously trying to respond, but finding he didn't have to as Harlan's lips, starting with a light peck on his cheek, shifted over into a brief, tender kiss on his lips. For the short kiss, they both leaned into each other, not falling into an embrace but hovering at the edge of one. When Harlan broke away, he smiled at Servil and moved slowly to his door, again feeling the desire for the man to stay with him, but before he could extend the offer the wolf had nodded goodbye and disappeared back down the street.

The rabbit slipped inside, shaking his head with confusion but his chest still throbbed with warm excitement, eager for what lay ahead.

******

"And now, Harlan LeFevre with the cocktail hour pieces!"

With a flourish of a wave, Harlan strode onto the stage from which the catwalk jutted off from. He looked dressed, but casual with a tightly fitted button down, each button a tangerine orange while a matching bowtie sat beneath his chin. Tight, dark pants finished the outfit rather modestly for the rabbit. At the sight of him, the tundra wolf remained hidden in the shadowy section against the back wall stepped forward so when his eyes swept over the crowd, Harlan spotted him.

"Hello! I was in charge of cocktail hour! You just saw business, and next you'll see date wear- but in my humble opinion neither can compete with cocktail hour, the perfect mesh between the two! To pick up cocktails you look suave, but sexy which is exactly what I went for with edgy, but understated colors for the male and a tight, controlled burn sort of allure for the ladies!" With a small bow, his hand gestured to the side of the stage where the first model appeared.

Tight, blue-gray pants led up to a shined leather belt beneath a fitted baby blue shirted layered under another shade darker blue sweater and a blue tweed jacket, button over a speckled tie. The shades all blended together, yet contrasted enough to draw the lines of the outfit sharply and clearly. The model looked stern, serious as he strode down the length of the walk, but at the end his hand slid into his pockets, the top jacket came off and he transformed into a casual, playful swagger for his return walk.

Then, came the female alternative. Her heels led the way into the room with sharp, echoing clicks. When she came onto stage, a soft hush fell over the crowd. A tightly fitted, lace skirt hugged her hips over top of black sheer stockings that clearly stopped just beneath the hem of the skirt. The lace had tan and black hues fading to brown in the middle where a zipper stretched from hem to high waist where the skirt stopped, hidden underneath a short, cropped blazer with just a hint of the same lace between her breasts. Again, a stern professional demeanor led her down to the point of the stage but at the edge she stopped, twirling and then unbuttoning the blazer to slid it off onto her finger tip to show where a brief section between her breasts and her belly button showed flesh. Servil heard Harlan in his head, "For that sexy pop!" Sure enough, a faint gasp left the crowd at the switch from contained to foxy as she walked off stage with plenty of staring gazes.

Then, Harlan ducked back off the stage for the main announcer to lead into the next designer and Servil melded back into the shadows, having played his part.

After all the models had walked the walk, the designers poured into the main room to talk to talk and Harlan hurried up to Servil. "What did you think?" He gushed, fidgeting on his glossy leather shoes.

"It was 100% Harlan up there." Servil said with a small nod, finding himself smiling slightly until Harlan spoke again.

"So, we're going out to celebrate. Me, the other designers, and the models. Come with us." Harlan's smile beamed up at him, gesturing back to the small clump of said people just out of earshot, peeking over with obvious curiosity.

"What? Oh no. I'm not doing that." Servil blurted without hesitation, already seeing himself consorting with a man with a huge group and sickening at the thought of people seeing, talking. "Go without me" he finished, buttoning his jacket.

Harlan pulled back, looking wounded at the rejection and deflated from his giddy happy level moments before. He swiveled, returning to his group and leaving Servil to exit the presentation hall alone. Exiting into the darkness of the coming evening alone, Servil found it didn't hold the same charm as with Harlan at his side, peeking to watch each other in the dim light. His stomach clenched at the thought, looking at his feet as he returned home, stewing with an itch for the drug he'd once taken returning, nagging at him along with his worries. A stop at the corner store supplied him with cheap cigarettes, which started a trail of smoke behind the man until he reached home and slumped onto the front porch, smoking them in a line.

"I couldn't go with him, that'd have been a sure sign of the relationship." He paused, sticking on the word he'd used before silencing, sucking the last bit out of a cigarette and dropping it onto the concrete, kicking his door open and heading into the den. For an hour, the time dragged past slowly, with Servil caught between imagining how bad the night would have been if he'd agreed and how nice it'd have been, to be accepted by the rabbit out in his world, his element. Eventually, with a grunt of his growing irritation, he moved to the phone dialing a familiar number.

"Hey. How are the boys?"

"Driving me crazy! I swear they have more energy than ever!"

A smile spread onto Servil's lips, a wistful mildly sad smile at the memory of Kezhon racing away from him, butt naked and trying to picture it with more energy fueling the boy's plump legs. "Are they in kindergarten now? How's that going?"

"Good! Better than some mothers have it. Kezhon and Ronnie play with each other mostly, but that's supposedly normal."

"And how are you? Keepin up?" He silenced, listening intently to her short, polite response that covered her daily business and the normal stress of being a mother, but a contentedness behind it all. Then, she returned the question and Kezhon hesitated slightly. "Well, I'm- I met someone, but...it's a complicated situation."

"Oh? What are They like?"

"He-ueh uhm...is colorful? They are energetic, a bit fascinating to watch, talkative. I barely have to talk, but that's okay with me. I just watch- and these eyes! They're so blue, they look fake, but they're not they're just that blue. Tonight, we had dinner here at the house. We looked at old pictures, talked about the boys." The sound of his stretching smile echoed through the speakers of the phone making the woman on the other end cup the ear piece a bit closer with her own knowing grin before almost in a whisper, Servil mumbled about their kiss. "But, I don't know. We're not alike. I mean, we met because I was working..." He trailed off, realizing he had started to ramble and spill too much out into the phone.

In a somber, wise steady tone of voice, she replied, "I think you should try to work things out with him. It'll be good for you, Servil."

Servil stiffened, starting to mumble into the phone. "Oh no, no I said they. I didn't say he. Not a he-"

"Oh dear! Kezhon! I think I hear someone wailing! I've got to run!"

Then the phone clicked off, forcing Servil to swallow up his comforts on the gender of the stranger by himself and mutter to himself, "Bye." Then, he replaced the phone and moved back.

With a sigh, he slumped back further onto his chair, remembering Harlan asking about his sons. "It was nice to talk about them..." he mumbled, admitting to himself something greater than what he said. Within the hour, he found himself picking up the phone again, catching Harlan as he came into the door from dinner.

"Harlan, I- Would you like to have dinner again? And a movie? Perhaps just here for dinner. I'll cook again if you pick a film for before."

Harlan's voice crackled in through the phone, a bit tired but sounding exponentially happier than before. "There's a new documentary about the invention of chocolate? It looks sweet!"

Servil cringed at the idea of a documentary, already feeling bored, but what he said in the phone didn't reflect that at all: "Sure, that sounds good. Tomorrow?"

"That sounds great! I'll meet you at the theater around six! I'm off to bed now, Servil! Worn out!" His voice indeed sounded heavy with weariness, lacking the extra chipper burst it usually had, given it was nearing midnight, Servil wasn't surprised the rabbit didn't have his usual energy. Though, what the wolf didn't know is the chipper rabbit hadn't been himself all night. After Servil fled out the front door of the exhibition center, Harlan returned to his group, but his eyes wavered on the closing front doors for a beat.

"You okay, Harlan?" They'd asked, concerned that the man of the hour seemed to have wilted.

"Oh? Me? Yeah, yeah. I'm fine..." He felt another twinge in his stomach, hurt to be abandoned in public. "I get it though," He thought to himself, staying eeriely silent in the explosive conversation as they neared the bar, but Harlan stayed lost in thought. "I understand. It's hard. I get that....But-" A long sigh puffed out and, receiving his drink, Harlan threw back his shot with need instead of passion.

Ignorant to Harlan's night, Seril in a soft voice bid him goodnight and shuffled back to his kitchen to squat to an ignored cabinet door, dragging out a thick stack of dusty cookbooks.

Cracking open the thick, stiff spines, Servil's slender finger traced down the page while he mumbled softly to himself, "Chicory au Gratin.... Chicory au Gratin..." Once he'd found the page, the book fell open to the recipe and Servil settled into his chair, scanning through the steps as midnight broke.

When the clock struck one, Servil hunched forward with the cook book still, flipping between basic directions for simple french sauces and the ingredients for the dish. His eyes were wide and intent on the pages, flicking from side to side with every line. "Such a froofy dish..." He thought to himself, mumbling it halfway out loud, but nonetheless a grocery list began on a receipt and marked the page for the next day when Servil finally ambled off to bed.

At the movies, Harlan appeared his flamboyant, energized self once again after a night of rest. He arrived with an explosion of chatter and color in a high-waisted retro dress in a silken black with watercolor-esque flowers along the bottom border and tall, lightly flecked stockings on his toned legs. He looked feminine, with his slender shape accentuated by the fitting dress and the flare of the skirt hiding the bulge of his groin entirely. If he'd tried, he would have appeared entirely female. At first, when Servil spotted him, an uncomfortable curl flipped over in his stomach.

"If someone sees me with him wearing a dress!" he thought exasperated, almost irritated with the rabbit for being so 'out.' However, after they'd shuffled into the stuffed line for movie snacks, he'd caught Harlan out of the corner of his eye with both ears slightly drooped and his chin raised enough to see the menu high above the glass counter, and his jaw line looped perfectly girlish with an inquisitive stare captivating his wide, blue eyes.

While comforting his social anxiety, seeing Harlan with this feminine air about him, leaning over with both legs together in his dress to eye the displays of candy below, Servil's forehead crinkled with confusion. While he didn't admit it to himself, Harlan being a man was important, so then seeing him looking like a girl shot Servil back in time to his wife, a friendship pushed mistakenly into marriage- though it'd never be counted as a mistake because of their beautiful boys. He'd never wanted a woman, yet here Harlan looked like one and its struck him with a eerie eroticism that kept him silent until they'd settled into their seats and the rabbit nudged him.

"What's up with you? You've been staring at me with a look of perplexity all night." Even in the dim theater, the bright blue of his eyes sparkled and Servil felt a sudden rush to scoop his jaw up and kiss him, but it passed quickly with a jolt of anxiety at the mere thought.

Lowering his voice, Servil mumbled back. "You strike me tonight. It's giving me a lot of... thought." He admitted, though in a jumbled way the effect Harlan was having, giving the bunny a coy, satisfied smirk on his lips as the documentary began.

Through the movie, Servil found his eyes wandering from the screen- where shots of the chocolate making process played while a deep, rumbling voice over explained the cocoa beans this, the cocoa beans that, and then blah, blah, blah. His eyes skimmed through the theater, eyeing the front row where elderly couples sat in rapt attention, holding hands around a shared drink and leaning into one another's shoulder with aged comfort; love that'd faded like a blanket to be worn and familiar, to the back where teenaged couples dove into one another as if trying to crawl inside. He saw flashes of their teeth when the white surface caught the dim light between their mouths. He could see the glistening of saliva on their lips, wet messy smooching in their own realm, too passionate to see past the person in front of them.

Beside him, Harlan stared up at the screen attentively, but he leaned partly into the arm rest, just enough that Servil could feel his presence beside him tickling his arm with the warmth of his shoulder. In the dark, Harlan's profile showed as a hazy shadow with the shape of his plump lips, pursed forward slightly and his long, elegant lashes showed against the darker backdrop behind him. He felt a urge, deeply rooted and irrational, to join the passionate couples in the back row, to hold the rabbit's jaw in his hands and feel their lips together, the beat of their hearts rushing chest to chest. He swallowed, heat rushing up his neck and down to his groin simultaneously with arousal and embarrassment. Reverting his attention to the screen once again, he willed himself to be bored.

******

"That was so interesting! Wasn't that interesting?" Harlan's shoulder nudged into Servil's side as they squeezed out of the packed movie theater, the shorter male chatter and looking up to the taller wolf while they tried to exit.

"It was... okay. Documentaries aren't my thing." Servil admitted, leading the way out onto the street and finally stealing them some breathing room in the escaping crowds.

"Oh. Why didn't you say so before?" His brows knitted together and both eyes peered up with an unwavering attentiveness. "We could have seen something else."

Servil gave a small shake of his head, "No. I said you'd pick. You picked this." Gruff and short, his voice sounded harsh, stern, yet his intentions were not, but he didn't voice his true meaning: "I wanted to let you pick because I would have gone to whatever movie would make you happy."

Harlan smiled shyly, a bit unsure, but then dropped the subject.

Once in the kitchen of his small, rented home, Servil emptied out the bags of vegetables and supplies from market, carefully purchased off his scrawled shopping list early that morning. While the wolf plopped a pot onto the stove to carefully start the sauce, Harlan fell in beside him. "So, how can I help?"

For a moment, Servil gave him a confused look as if he didn't understand that he could be helped with the recipe, but then he pointed out the bags of vegetables. "Would you wash those?"

"Of course!" Plucking up the different plastic bags and bundles of leafy herbs and vegetables, Harlan stood beside Servil in front of the sink, which sat cramped close to the stove where the wolf carefully whisked through the sauce, letting the milk start to simmer.

"Can you wash the bay leaves and hand me one?" Servil asked, leaning partly towards the rabbit to point out the oversized, flat leaf amongst the other bits of green in the bag. As they moved, their hips bumped together lightly, the touches briefly pressing together then pulling apart as if shocked. Servil's tail swished behind him, grazing Harlan's ankles and tickling his legs through his stockings while his elbows, bent to cup the produce, nudged into the other man's side.

Side by side, the fresh ingredients were all washed, peeled, and chopped while Servil's tail bumped into Harlan's legs and their hips and elbows tangled with one another. "Here's the shredded--Oops!" Harlan's leg slipped between the wolf right as he'd turned to accept the ingredient, making his thigh glide against the other male's for a brief moment before Servil coughed and turned rapidly, tail shooting out in an uncomfortable, shy twitch that hooked up beneath the rabbit's skirt and tickled against the fabric of his underwear. "Eep!"

"Ah! Sorry! Sorry!" Servil pulled himself away, hunching over the nearly finished dish, sprinkling on the shredded topping and adding in the piles of chopped herbs beside him while Harlan shifted closer to open the oven door, watching the wolf slide the glass platter in before he inched closer again with his hip lightly touching to the other male's and both eyes tipped up, curious and shy.

The wolf looked down, seeing the glittery blue of Harlan's gaze and leaned into him, sliding a hand against the man's shoulder, cupping around the lithe form of his upper body before Harlan's fingers slid onto his hip. Harlan leaned up slightly and Servil's hand shifted beneath his chin, cupping his jaw as he'd imagined earlier and finally kissing the younger man once again.

Hot, but shy kisses tangled their lips together. They lingered on the first, long liplock for minutes while Servil held the other close, fingers petting idly against his plush fur while Harlan pressed into his chest, hanging against his lips before they broke apart with soft, muffled pants and leaned in once again, kissing with an earnest, timid excitement.

Their hearts both raced. Their hips shuffled together shyly, pressing just enough to feel the others warm and the ghostly shape of their body, without feeling the thing itself. Their breath puffed out in burst, shooting from their noses with an intense contained panting. Harlan's lips parted, sliding his tongue along the edge of the wolf's muzzle till he felt the little puff of his own lips parting and inviting him in, tongue shyly pressed back in his mouth until Harlan coax him into a playful dance, a needy but restrained french kiss.

Servil's body pushed forward a bit more, rocking the rabbit into the cabinet, his butt pressing hard to the handle of a drawer, but he didn't complain. Soft, grayed fingers slid up Servil's chest, feeling the hidden strength of the gangly man's body beneath his hands. Fingertips cupped around the rabbit's jaw, pulling his lips up to their own with shy impatience and underlying control. One finger, his pinky strayed down and stroked the line of the boy's throat, sending shivers down his spine at the predatory sensation of the larger man hovering over him, pulling him needily into the kiss.

Harlan trembled, feeling his cock swell in the constraining pouch of a tight-fitting thong and tenting the front of his dress slightly. His hips rolled slightly, pressing the need to the other man's thigh, urging him to relieve the building pressure. Servil's free hand grabbed the boy's hips, sending a gasp puffing into the kiss before a sudden shriek of the oven's alarm broke their spell.

Servil jumped, jerking backwards and hurrying to the opposite side of the kitchen, seemingly to get oven mitts. His eyes stayed drawn down, eyeing the oven door and retrieving their dinner without looking back at the slightly panting Harlan whose finger traced over his lip with a bemused expression. Without speaking, their meals were dished up, finally revealing to Harlan what the dish was.

"Hey! This is my favorite!" His face lit up, but Servil didn't see with his averted gaze, busy uncorking a bottle of pinot noir and producing an illusive wine glass from his cupboards. Harlan lightly touched the wolf's side and inched closer, "Need any help?"

Servil glanced back at him, expression veiled. "No. Sit down."

Harlan's lips drew into a defeated line and he took the plates to the table, fidgeting shyly until Servil delivered him a drink. "Thank you!" he chirped, trying to nudge the man's food beneath the table, to flirt, but Servil's body angled away from where Harlan sat, robbing them of their accidental touches that had led into the curious kissing.

"This is delicious." Harlan sighed with culinary pleasure at his first bite, closing his eyes briefly. Though for a second, behind his closed eyes, Harlan felt the prick of imagined tears there. It stung to be rejected, again, now in utter privacy. Once his eyes opened, they gave a soft wet glimmer, but Harlan's voice came out chipper as ever. "Have you ever made this before?"

Servil's head shook, lips still tightly drawn.

"You learned how to make it for me? You did didn't you?" Both eyebrows twitched and waggled, flirtatiously playing, but again Servil ignored him, too lost in his own head to rekindle the intimacy they'd had moments earlier. And again, Harlan had to withdraw for a beat himself to let the sting of heartbreak pass at the wolf's withdraw from him. So, dinner wobbled on awkwardly with Harlan supporting the majority of conversation, all while trying to re-open the doors they'd opened before and get Servil to flirt or, at a certain point, even to smile. However, the wolf couldn't be swayed. His own mind had swallowed him up and he didn't surface until the rabbit went to leave.

"Why don't you come over tomorrow? My treat this time. I'll cook you my famous cuisine!" His body angled closer to Servil, leaning into the doorframe so close their chests brushed to one another's and the bunny leaned up to the wolf's cheek to whisper in a secretive tone, "And by famous cuisine I mean Chinese takeout." Then, without warning his pressed his mouth over the other man's in a lingering kiss before pulling back with a faint glisten of saliva on the wolf's bottom lip and a conflicted hardness in his eyes.

Leaving Servil to walk home, Harlan pulled his coat tight around him with a soft sigh into the cool air. "That man..." He mumbld to himself, head shaking slightly. "We were... sooo close. I could feel him. He wanted it." Harlan's head continued to shake slightly with disbelief in his mumbling tone before he felt a little lump in the back of this throat, making him swallow as the corners of his eyes wettened with the desire to cry, a sudden rush of defeat hitting him a second later. Air puffed out through his nose, dispelling the wave of emotions before he started to mutter to himself again.

"He just needs a little push... Less wiggle room..." In the falling darkness, as the sun blinked out on the horizon and the moon lazily replaced her in the sky, reflecting the same lightly back down with a faint, blue haze of night in the air, Harlan started a little, self-aimed pep talk. "You know what this is! You need to buck up, Harlan! You need to keep him close, keep those tensions high if you want to get through to him, buddy boy! This isn't rejection, it's just..." He paused, sighing softly again, though with a calmer ghost of sadness, "I'm doing this to myself, and it's not about me. This is about him. I just need to keep the tension high..."

Back inside, Servil sighed to himself just as Harlan did, though his exhale released a build-up of dammed tension that had gripped him all night. His fingers massaged at his temples, trying to soothe his headache and quiet the voice in his head, scolding him and condemning him for the moment in the kitchen- for letting it happen, for liking it so much.

******

When the front door to Harlan quaint home opened, the spicy scents of Chinese takeout flooded the streets outside and Harlan himself, leaning in the door frame sent a shudder down Servil's spine. The rabbit wore a simple, soft violet sweater with a v-neck swooped that showed his slender, softly furred throat over top of a pair of faded, lightly tinted pants cut off below the knee into casual shorts. The lack of layers made him seem almost undressed, since Harlan almost always piled on the vests and scarves and accessories.

"Come in! Come in!" Ushering the taller man inside, Harlan waved towards the small living room area to the right of the door where the coffee table supported an assortment of white takeout boxes and chopsticks. Around the room, centered near the coffee tables, candles flickered with their light flames. "Lightbulb burnt out at the last minute! Candles will just have to do!" Harlan explained with a wave of his hands towards the dead lights above while he hovered near the wolf smelling like fresh soap and a tinge of his natural, masculine musk.

Servil swallowed, following to the small loveseat, the only chair in the room that they then squished together one, sides pressed to one another's. Sitting down, Harlan explained the various foods, but Servil barely listened. His attention flicked over the rabbit's body, eyeing his legs visible with the shorts, their first time bare without stockings to hide his toned legs covered in downy fur. The scent of him, fresh yet tinged with a dirty whiff of sweat and musk, like he'd done push ups before opening the door, seemed to overwhelm the scent of the food even, clouding Servil's head.

"I didn't want to get out plates for no reason when we can just eat out of these," he lifted up the first batch of faintly orange chicken, a spicy, citrusy sauce glistening over top of the fried meat. Balancing the paper carton with one hand, he passed a pair of chopsticks to the baffled wolf with the other before tipping the mouth of the container towards Servil. "Try one?"

The wolf's fingers fidgeted with the slender sticks before they seemed stable in his hand and he slowly leaned into the rabbit to pluck out a juicy hunk of the flavored meat. Chewing, he eyed the playfully flirting rabbit with a nervous stare. Harlan hooked the further leg over the other so his foot lightly nudged into Servil's knee and showed the subtle muscle beneath the soft, supple coating of fur. Then, Harlan followed suit, plucking out a seasoned water crescent that glittered with its saucy coating before it disappeared into the boy's maw and his tongue swept out over his bottom lip, catching the invisible drop of escaping sauce.

Servil swallowed and averted his stare down to the food carton they shared, but even then they grazed knuckles and pressed side-to-side to minimize messy dripping from their chopsticks. Plus, the entire time, Harlan's playful, but increasingly seductive flirting remained unavoidable.

By the time three containers had emptied and splayed over the coffee table in lopsided stances, Harlan leaned into Servil's shoulder, chin nuzzling against the bonier man. "What's your fortune say? Tell meeeee!"

"A very attractive person has a message for you." Servil read, lips twitching at the corners before Harlan had even reacted, throwing his arms up into the air.

"Oh Lord! If only you knew what attractive person it could be." As he spoke he rocked slightly from side to side, eyelashes fluttering dramatically before he held his hands under his face in a ta-da expression!

"Oh? What's your message?"

The rabbit sobered slightly, leaning closer as his hands lightly grabbed the other's shoulders before he whispered in a rush, "This message is... kiss me back." Then, his lips crushed into the wolf's eagerly, initiating a hungry liplock. Harlan clutched onto the larger man, pushing him back into the couch with a dominant presence. Servil felt his own groin pressed flush to the other man's, grinding twin throbbing cocks trapped in their cages. One hand moved from Servil's shoulder and cupped behind his head, pulling him into the deepening french kiss while the other started to glide down his chest. The wolf moaned, feeling a shiver shoot down his spine at the smaller rabbit being so forceful. He could feel the strength of the lithe bunny's body against him, pressing him back into the couch and effectively trapping him in the hungry kiss. His lips tremored with another shake, and Harlan pulled back smiling coyly for a brief moment before his lips sunk down to the man's neck, starting to nip and kiss down the length of his slender throat.

"A-ah..." He gasped faintly, a blush nearly coloring his pale skin as the rabbit's soft lips started to trace down the length of his neck, leaving faintly glistening wet patches from his tender kisses and light dots from the short nips and nibbles. Tingles flooded down his neck from attention, and Servil's eyes drooped slightly, zoning out until a soft voice purred into his ear.

"Return the favor, big boy." Playful and breathy, Harlan's words rushed into the wolf's ear with a tickle of air, making him shiver again before his lips tipped to the other man's jaw line, kissing over the soft fur. Following the natural line from his jaw down to his neck, Servil breathed in the mix of his natural masculine scent and the sweeter tinge of soap or bath oil that clung to his fur, tucked behind his ears in the tufts of fur around them.

Following Harlan's lead and giving a soft nip to the boy neck, Servil suddenly felt him shudder overtop of him, grinding fiercely forward as a girlish mewl popped out from his lips in suprised pleasure. The rabbit's fingers clutched harder to the backside of Servil neck, fingernails lightly pricking the skin before it glided down his back, guiding Harlan's body tighter to him. Harlan rocked up over Servil's body, gliding his leg over to fully straddle the man's lap while he sat up high on his knees to reach the wolf's lips easier, hovering slightly above him and rocking their hips together impatiently.

Servil panted against Harlan's neck, lightly nipping his chin before Harlan guided him into another long kiss, the room going silent suddenly with the lingering smooch before it broke once again with soft wet smacks of their dancing lips, tongues starting to ease out teasingly. Servil's hand timidly shifted from their stationary stance at Harlan's waist, starting to glide up his back, cupping his shoulders and feeling down his arms, petting over the soft sweater he wore. His fingertips caressed over the barrier of Harlan's shirt until the rabbit shifted, urging him to crawl his hands beneath the hem.

"Mmm... keep going." Harlan crooned, pushing Servil's hand to his bare stomach where soft downy gray fur coated the flesh, hiding the gentle definition of strong abdominals beneath his fluffy exterior. The wolf's long fingers drew up the length of the smaller bunny's body till his fingernail skimmed over a sensitive nipple, making the boy gasp and whimper against him. "Good. Again." Harlan huffed, voice breathy but with a dominant undertone that naturally pushed Servil to repeat the gentle touch, starting to circle around the soft nub until it hardened into a pert bead, all the more sensitive.

Harlan soon copied the motion, unbuttoned the first three buttons of Servil's shirt and letting it fall open to expose just the upper portion of his chest. His lips followed down his neck with fleeting pecks till he reached the bare flesh of his chest and slowed, taking time to lick against the soft skin at the hollow of his throat, kissing down over his pecs, lightly licking at the few puckered scars of bullet holes and scrapes before he reached a nipple. Testingly, his tongue flicked over the small spot making Servil pant a heavy breath against the bunny's shoulder where his lips hovered, nibbling along his collarbone. Since he didn't hear a complaint, Harlan's lip descended onto the sensitive nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until it hardened into a target point to be nipped and suckled sending new, alien tremors down the wolf's spine, heating his throbbing, pulsating, impatient cock still trapped in his slacks and swelling within the fabric constraints.

As he suckled between the two nipples on the wolf's pale chest, Harlan's hands dragged down his front, groping over his thin abdomen and then reaching his waist. His fingers hooked slightly into the front of the man's jeans, using it as leverage to tug him up into the feverish grinding which made Servil gasp with aroused surprise. When Harlan's fingers went to the zipper though, the wolf stiffened. His lips dropped off the other man's neck and his fingers flew to his shirt, buttoning it back up over his tense, glistening nipples before he extracted himself from their tangle on the couch and fled towards the door. "I just realized I'm late for a meeting with my brother," he grunted before the door shut behind him- the solid thud plunging Harlan into a sudden silence with the mingling of panting, needy breathing and soft moans of building arousal.

With a little sigh, Harlan slumped back onto the couch. For a moment, he didn't move. He just laid back and breathed slowly as the high he'd been riding since their first kiss over a fortune cookie died down. Then, automatically he plucked up his own ignored fortune, chewing on the sweet, crunchy treat while he read: "When hungry or unhappy, order more Chinese food."

"Well, that's not helpful." Harlan grumbled, staring down at the white of the paper for a long moment before a sigh sputtered out as his distress started to finally manifest. "What went wrong?" He spoke aloud letting his question hanging in the silence of the room before his face drooped further, "Did I push him too far?"

His fingers shook the little paper, making it tremble like a leaf in the wind, "Why can't you tell me that!?" Harlan dropped the fortune, letting it flutter to the carpet as his fingers went to his temples, rubbing away a growing headache. "I hope I didn't screw anything up, because if I did ordering more chinese food isn't going to fix losing that man."

******

Alone on the street that night, meandering through the darkness instead of going home, Servil can't seem to escape his own thoughts. "This is wrong. I can't do this. It's all wrong." His mind was flooded with broken fragments from his past and imagined additions from dreams; nightmares that haunted him alongside the wet dreams from the past few weeks.

"Servil! Repeat after me! Do you or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived! Do not, Servil! Neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor MEN WHO PRACTICE HOMOSEXUALITY, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God! Do you want to be tied up with thieves, Servil? Drunkards? You are sinning, Servil! I won't have any son of mine becoming a sexual sinner! You hear me, Servil?! Servil! Servil!"

His head rang with her voice. The night echoed with her voice. He could feel her hand. He could feel the thump of the Bible, the heft of it against his back. A hand pressed to his temple, shivering and shuddering with its tremor, pronounced by stress.

"You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination! Servil! Abomination! I know you think you feel something, Servil! But you musn't! That's the sin! Feeling it is a sin! Acting on it! Oh! Acting on it- you must never! Servil you must understand, the Lord says the heart is deceitful above all things, all things! And desperately sick, who can understand it? Who? God! Only God may know what's right! You must follow his word and never fall in with a man again. You may find love in Jesus, Servil. You must."

The headache worsened by the time he'd walked three blocks. His stomach twisted with nausea brought on by the wave of stress. He couldn't handle hearing her. He needed to block it out. To escape.

Servil fled into a liquor store, picking up a squat bottle of vodka and to the corner store for cigarettes again, replacing the suddenly empty box from his pocket. His fingers shook when he paid, while sweat started to dot his brow even as he headed out into the chill of the night. His stomach burbled, rolling over and churning with nausea before Servil fell to a seat on the sidewalk, feet over the curb while he lit up one of the slender smokes and pulled in the air greedily, trying to stop the rush of powerful withdrawals.

As sweat started to drip down his back, he shivered with the sudden chill hitting him. His fingers quivered around the cigarette, making the red ember shake and drop sooty black powder on his knee. "Ah!" He grunted, pressing his other hand onto his leg, trying to stoke the quivering as he rested out the wave of nausea before continuing.

He had to stop again to repeat the break, quivering and muttering with irritation at the rush of drug induced desires before he stopped into his brother's aging home, picking up a list of high-challenge targets. One stop at home supplied him with a gun and a thicker coat, and Servil fled into the night seeking someone to turn against before his mind and heart did the same to him.

For days, work consumed him. The chase allowed him to dim the blaring spotlights of his sexuality, his lust, his sins and focus on the challenge of finding the targets who'd gone into hiding. Who'd fled from the city to the edge of the borders. He tracked them, one at a time scritching names of the list in a quivering font. One target hid him for a day, another for two, then the entire list seemed to stretch into a week without Servil appearing anywhere in town, without Harlan's telephone ringing, and without any sign of progress or death for their relationship.

Servil just disappeared. When the last bullet had plunged into the last wide-eyed debt-dodger, Servil returned home in the haze of dusk. His door slammed with a steady thud and he sunk onto his aged recliner with a sigh. His eyes drooped partway, relaxing after a constant rush of work, adrenalin at the weight of the gun and the challenge of the chase. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the soft flag of color of Harlan's cashmere scarf, forgotten draped on the table by the door.

The wolf's body creaked as he moved to it, cupping the fabric in his palms with a distant expression. "If I take it over..." Servil imagined the implications of returning the scarf in person, of seeing the rabbit again back at his home. A nervous lump bobbed in his throat at the thought. "I could just throw it away, mail it, or I'll drop it at his work... with that secretary." His jaw tightened, teeth grinding together while the fingers holding the plush scarf started to tremble harder. He knew the implications of the choice. If he threw it away, mailed it, or dropped the scarf with a stranger it'd be done. It'd be a no. He'd move on, be free and good of his sinning, he'd have his work, his sons...

But he'd be so lonely. An ache started in his stomach at the thought of losing out of the rabbit's company. He remembered Harlan's beaming smile, his incessant chattering that filled up Servil's usual silence, the glitter of his blue eyes so bright and excited like a playful deviant constantly looking for fresh trouble. He remembered his lips, so soft and tender, yet so hungry- needy against his own. He remembered feeling interesting, fun, wanted, loved.

If he went over, it'd be saying yes. It'd be a step away from the trapped life he'd lived so far. It'd be giving in. Admitting it. Admitting to himself that's he was gay. That he'd always been gay.

Servil's lips trembled. A long exhale pushed past, quivering his bottom lip before it suddenly cut off with a sharp inhale, a nervous tremor still in his voice: "I'm gay. I'm gay, and there's nothing actually wrong with that."

His jaw tightened again, feeling a rush of tension and uneasiness before he fled out the door, rushing through the street before he hammered on the rabbit's door. The flood of bad feelings from the night before was catching up to him. Distantly in the back of his mind, he can hear his mother's voice nagging, shouting, condemning him. Bibles verses echoed through his skull. Repeated phrases and his own voice in a shrill, hateful shriek seemed to fill the emptiness of his mind before the door opened with a click and there was Harlan.

He wore pajamas. Short, soft pink shorts that seemed to cling to the rabbit's small, pert ass and a simple, white tank top that showed off his toned, furred body beneath but with no pizazz. Just a regular, startled Harlan.

Servil stepped up onto the door's lower frame, cupped the boy's chin in his hand, and kissed him. A long, desperate kiss lingered between their lips, neither breaking apart until Servil felt his past quiet in his mind and he could only hear the gentle smack of their wet mouths breaking apart. After the kiss, a short beat of silence ticked past between them before Harlan's eyes met Servil's, staring at him with a rush of obvious questions: "Where'd you go? Why'd you leave? Why are you back?" but instead of voicing them, he leaned up and pressed his lips back against the predator's, pulling him in with one hand while Servil jerked the door closed behind them.

Wet, needy kisses filled the air with their smacking sounds echoing back off the ceiling and walls. Their hands hovered over each other, grabbing and pulling each other closer but without the certainty of where to pull, where to go. Servil scooped the smaller male against him with the tender, but eager pull up on his jaw while his other hand swooped under his armpit to cup his shoulder closer while Harlan clung to Servil with a hand on the top of his shoulder steadying himself up on his tiptoes while the other clutched onto the man's shirt, wrinkling the fabric.

For several minutes, they lingered just within the door standing and hugging one another as they swapped kisses, but when they broke apart panting faintly Harlan started to direct them. Accepting a spattering of kisses down his throat while he did so, Harlan started to wander backwards towards the couch. The backs of his legs hit against the armrest with a soft thunk before Servil hoisted him up by his waist to lay him down onto the seat. Easily following the short rabbit over the hurdle of the oversized chair's arms, Servil drew over top of him, kissing down against the younger man's lips hungerly with a shocking amount of passion for a usually so contained man.

The electricity between every kiss surprised them both. For Harlan, he hadn't expected to see the wolf tonight- or possibly ever again- and never considered he'd be so passionately egged on by him, yet here he was pushing him down onto the couch, grinding to him as their tongues started to intermingle between their mouths. For Servil, the spark came not from surprise but from realization. For the first time in his life, every kiss or touch seemed erotic, arousing, and sexual. Not just a kiss swapped for the comfort of physical interaction or foreplay because it had to be done. It felt urgent, necessary.

Harlan's hips bucked up to Servil's body over him, stealing a sharp moan out from the male in a deep, throaty voice that rumbled in the rabbit's ears. His fingers crawled up the other man's back, groping against his form, memorizing the slope of his back down to where his tail shot out with thick, wiry fur. The long, black appendage lashed behind the male eagerly, tickling at Harlan's bare feet further down the couch.

Briefly, their lips broke apart so Servil could kiss onto the male's neck, sending his head tipping back to expose the smooth expanse of fur leading down to his collarbone. Using the armrest as a pillow, Harlan laid back on the couch. His legs spread wide, on drooping partly off the couch and the other bent at the knee and leaning lazily to the side of the couch, leaving his crotch open to feel Servil's weight against him, rocking and grinding to his trapped member inside the bubblegum pink fabric of his shorts. Playfully biting at Harlan's neck, Servil relished in the sensation of him shivering and whining beneath him- feeling the instant response to his teasing. However, his lips quickly returned back to Harlan's, engaging them in an increasingly deepening kiss. Their tongues visibly pushed into the other's mouths and slid, grinded to one another between their lips.

Hooking his arm up and around, Harlan curled down Servil's lip, leaning up into every shift of their mouths and squirming in response. His hands stroked down Servil's side, eager to feel him, but then drooped off the back of the couch with sudden limpness, clinging to the sensation of being kisses, pampered by his lover. Beneath their grinding, shifting bodies the couch creaked and moaned with them, complaining with affection. Servil's hand lightly skimmed over Harlan's body, but moved without certainty or direction. Noticing the lack of experience in the other male, Harlan started to shift up against him more, grinding harder and pushing up to him till they succeeded in rolling over together as a unit, with Harlan now on top.

Leaning down, the rabbit kissed his lover fiercely with smacking lips and long, lingering journeys of his tongue along the male's teeth, tracing over the sharp nubs of the predatory canines. Faintly, he could taste the bite of vodka on the man's breath. On top of him, Harlan situated so he could straddle Servil's thigh, grinding to him at an angle against the bulge of his clothed shaft. While one hand held him up, his other guided Servil's back onto his pert ass, giving an encouraging mewl of pleasure once his grip had tightened into a hard grope.

Then, he pulled back from the kiss, sitting up over the male's lap to hook his fingers into the lowest button of Servil's top, spreading open the southernmost portion of the top before he leaned down, licking and kissing along the trail of hair that led up his chest with the same black wiry fur as his tail. The pleasant, moist burst of the male's kisses trailing up his chest on button at a time had Servil panting softly, breathing with arousal weighing down his exhales, hitching them with little gasps. He watched Harlan almost passively, revealing in the show of the smaller body, scrunched in a sitting position start to spread up the length of his chest. He watched how Harlan moved with such certainty, grinding expertly and steadily against his throbbing, impatient crotch while his hands glided along Servil's chest, covering the areas his lips didn't reach with grazing, caressing touches. His lips, puckered gently, worked up his chest with intentionally audible kisses and fleeting licks that sent shudders down the older man's spine, teasing him with an erotic rush every time he saw the flash of pink.

Once at the top of his chest, where his sensitive nipples poked out, already hardening in the cool air of the room, Harlan slowed considerably. His tongue slowly teased around the male's pert nipples, teasing them to their hardest point, when they throbbed with a warm breath puffed over them. Then, his teeth inched out, lightly nibbling on the hypersensitive points while Servil moaned through closer lips, shy at his own noises.

Coyly smiling up at the wolf, Harlan murmured against his skin, "How does that feel?"

Servil felt heat on his cheeks, making the pale skin a soft shade of pink as a hand petted over the bunny's cheek. "Odd." He replied, smiling slightly before lips suddenly crushed into his with a hard kiss that continued until Servil relented, "It feels good! It feels good!" Then, Harlan returned to toying with his chest, kissing over his pecs and lightly focusing on each of the faded wounds until Servil's grinding up to him was hard enough to push him into the air slightly with every buck upwards.

Impatient as Servil appeared, Harlan's fingers went for his zipper again but when the metallic chink of the metal starting to slide down the older man tensed and Harlan froze. Instantly, the bunny slowed. His lips moved up and lightly kissed the man's forehead, lightly nibbling at the soft flesh of his ear as he whispered. "It's okay... We'll go slow. Just relax for me." His hands started to work over Servil's tense shoulders, massaging out the tense kinks while also keeping his skin sensitive and buzzing, keeping the aura of foreplay still around them while Servil relaxed. His lips continued to spatter kisses over the man's cheeks, forehead, and neck before re-focusing on his lips as his hands lowered to his chest. Working his hands down the length of Servil's body, Harlan's tongue started to toy with his again, deepening their tender kissing before he felt Servil hesitating again, his hips squirming away from their eager grinding.

Harlan pulled back, sitting up on Servil's body before he gave a little jerk of his head. "Come on." He instructed with a little smile. "It'll be a little more comfortable with a bed, yes?" Servil couldn't help but relax at the sight of the rabbit smiling so sweetly with his fur disheveled and his shorts riding up, showing his pert ass peeking out of the bottom hem. With a slight smirk, the wolf's hand lightly patted to the rounded ass and stood up from the couch. "Yessir."

Harlan flashed him a broad cheeky smile while an eyebrow raised for winking and he spoke with a suggestive lilt, "Now that's what I like to hear!" Servil flushed at the thought, and he quieted.

Harlan swayed his hips with every step, making even the short walk to the bedroom a miniature show for the wolf behind him who watched his slender hips sashaying and the glimpse of his ass out the bottom of his shorts. The little plume of his tail twitched idly as he walked, only further flagging Servil's attention down. Sliding closer behind him, fingers traced onto the sides of his hips, following him with a hand roaming along his side.

In the bedroom, they quickly relocated onto the massive bed, covered in a perfect array of blankets in matching hues, a silky top layer allowing them to slid up to the headboard where Harlan sat his oversized lover, crawling up over his body to kiss at the wolf's lips. "Still nervous?" He whispered, tenderly nuzzling into the other man's cheek before kissing along the edge of his ear.

Shyly, Servil gave a small nod, stroking down the rabbit's back to where his ass swayed from side to side, coyly teasing him with the motion. Harlan cooed with delight at the touch, "Well, we'll just have to," A kiss on Servil's neck broke up his words, inching lower before another followed, "go nice," The kisses reached his shoulder, pausing with a gently suckling over the skin, nibbling and teasing it, "and slow for you."

Servil shivered with the kisses, finding Harlan's teasing distracted him from being nervous in the first place, though he still felt the nagging sensation of discomfort at taking the next step. Again, they eased into deepening kisses though with more breaks between sessions of drawn out and repeated lip locks until they pulled back breathless to kiss down each others neck, biting softly and licking teasingly over the sensitive patches of flesh they'd hunted out on the couch.

With a long lick up the center of his chest, Servil peeled Harlan's little white tank top over his head and deposited it onto the floor while the boy settled on the older man's lap, grinding mercilessly over his trapped package with slow, purposeful rolls of his ass back onto his balls and then up to ride over the length of his cock inside his slacks. The rabbit's softly furred fingers petted down Servil's chest while Servil felt his cock throb with every second, impatience starting to break down his nerves.

At thought reading his mind, Harlan drew one last, long kiss from the wolf before he extracted himself off the bed with a little flourish. "I'm going to go... slip into something... nicer."

Then, the bunny twirled around and disappeared into his closet leaving Servil on the bed, staring down at his painfully tented pants. Slowly, he started to undress himself, releasing the pressure off his trapped shaft. Once freed, his long length bobbed into the air, standing at an angle jutting off from the wolf's shaft with heavy balls hanging beneath. Servil felt a fresh rush an anxiety at the sight of his nudity. "This is really happening." He shifted, feeling the alien bed creak slightly beneath him before his jaw clenched slightly, feeling a building sense of stress building. "I'm really going to do this." His leg moved to hide his cock from his own sight, the raging boner starting to wilt from the rush of anxiety sending blood off to work through his overthinking brain.

"I'm really going to do this?" One hand started to quiver slightly, moving up to hold his temple to try to work out the pounding starting in his head while his other hand tried to press to his thigh and stop his trembling digits. His stomach tightened, and he suddenly felt his hand moving to his side, searching for the pocket where he'd find a cigarette, but feeling his naked flesh only sent a fresh burst of anxiety into his churning gut. "I'm really doing this..."

But the door to the closet cut off the train of out loud thinking Servil'd started as Harlan stepped back into the bedroom with a little flourish of one hand and his hip jutting out to the side.

Replacing his comfy shorts, Harlan had changed into a see through, cherry red lace teddy that hugged around his upper chest and then splayed open with a slit down the center of his stomach with wispy, soft lace and a matching pouch thong cupping around his obviously hard shaft.

Servil gulped, fingers shaking again with the blatantly sexual outfit and the sensation of the rabbit's eyes finding his cock. He felt the judgement of his size which only set a sudden flare of nervousness towards performing later on. From across the room, Harlan seemed to notice the first timer's hidden conflict.

Servil stared, bottom lip drooping slightly until Harlan approached the bed and started to crawl back up to the wolf from the bottom, blue eyes trained on his lover's blatant stare with a soft, gentle expression careful to monitor Servil's stress levels. "Do you like it?"

A broad grin spread over Servil's face though the bottom lip trembled with a nervous quiver before Harlan settled over his lap again and leaned warmly into his chest, starting to rub over his shoulders gently with a subtle calming massage. "Harlan. I love it."

Harlan curled his lips into a warm, happy smile as he started to rub and stroke the man's shoulders, keeping his hands high above the man's waist to avoid worrying him further, trying to take care of his nerves before they manifested further. "How do you feel right now? You feel tense." He murmured, voice soft and gentle.

Servil's jaw rolled his back teeth together once in a tense grind, but his head shook. "I feel fine, just been awhile." Though in truth, it'd been never for him, not with a man. His inexperience loomed over him beside a haunting past and plain jitters to make a cocktail of anxiety for the man to try to swallow.

Harlan nodded, though he didn't believe the man's dismissive response. His fingertips, softly covered in his lush gray fur, continued to rub along Servil's shoulders, curling behind his neck onto his upper back with a steady, massaging motion. "It's okay to be nervous. I used to be crazy nervous for anything with any man, it's scary to be naked for the first time in front of someone you know? Clothes are such a nice shield, no matter what you look like beneath you can find the right clothes for the outside. Though don't I look fabulous without them too?" He quirked a smile, trying to crack through Servil's hardening shell once again, coax him out into the experience.

"I think I know something that can calm you down."

A smirk flashed onto the rabbit's lips, a playful and devious grin that foretold his next actions. His fingers curl every so lightly around the wolf's throbbing shaft, starting to glide two mere fingers along the entirety of his length, slowly moving from base past his tip and back down. The soft fluff of his fur, so gingerly tickling along his length instantly had Servil trembling, pent-up and impatient with their teasing. His hips bucked impatiently, but Harlan didn't give him any more on his cock. Instead, he leaned forward and started to nip at the wolf's nipples again, though now harder than before while his eyes had a playful, yet powerful stare in them, holding Servil's attention. "Do you feel better, Devery?"

The wolf looked as though he wanted to complain, but a moment before his mouth opened to do so he suddenly felt a dot of warmth on the hypersensitive head of his cock briefly, then it disappeared just in time for him to see Harlan leaning up with his lips in a pucker and snuggling back to his chest. He felt a bubble of amusement at the Harlan-esque nickname, and he found himself smiling despite it with a small wiggle of worry soothed by the gentle toying, the playful foreplay.

"So no complaints about that one?"

Servil looked down to his broad grin, cocky and devious, and shook his head. Harlan rewarded him with a wet, messy kiss that tangled their tongues and mashed their lips into one before the rabbit started to pull back, leaving a string of spit connecting their lips before he crawled lower, kissing down the tundra wolf's body until he sat slightly hunched in front of his cock with his eyes peeking up once, surveying Servil's face for the tightness in his jaws that showed just how nervous he was. His grinding teeth had relaxed, though he could see a flutter of distress in his eyes, though it mixed with excitement.

"Mmm...Don't worry. I'll take care of you." Harlan thought to the man, stroking a hand tenderly down his thigh and falling back into his teasing.

Again, two fingers gingerly scooped up his length, this time steadying it as the male peered up to his lover for a brief moment more and then kissed his head again lightly. Then, his lips stretched open around the thick tip of Servil's shaft, sliding down over him so he rested on the heated carpet of his tongue.

Servil gasped sharply, clutching suddenly at the sheets with a faint blush. He stared down at the rabbit, who seemed to quiver with excitement at Servil reaction, eager to tease him and to see his nerves give way to pleasure.

Ever so slowly, his mouth started to suck on just the first inch of cock, his head, letting his fingers focus low on his base and cupping gingerly around his stuffed, pent-up balls. Inside his mouth, moist heat surrounded his already sensitive tip, but suddenly, with the gentle suction still holding him steady, Harlan's tongue started to flutter and flick against the very tip. The little flicks shifted slightly from the very tip to the sensitive ridge of the corona at the edge of the thick glans of his head, the vibration tickling sensation sending shudders madly down the wolf's spine, making both legs tremble gently while the bunny seemed to gloat at his oral prowess.

While still maintaining the little flickers of his tongue, his fingers started to gently massage at the base and balls of his shaft, keeping the stimulation two fold until his lips started to alternate between their static suction and a long, suckling bob down his length that sent the tight sensation of being clenched around down his entire cock. Servil whimpered. One hand grabbed for the rabbit's head, cupping around the back and stroking at one of his velvety ears while the bunny's blue eyes found his, holding eye contact while his mouth worked over the man's dick, sending shudders down his spine and building the pressure in his groin.

"H-harlan!" Servil panted, flushing with building arousal as the younger man's lips started to become too much. His balls pulled up closer to his body, practically churning. His breathing came out his hoarse, sudden bursts while his heart raced in his chest. Twitches sparked all over his body, making the larger wolf squirm and writhe beneath the smaller rabbit. "I-I'm guhnna-" His voice cut off with a gutteral moan, but Harlan shifted suddenly to glide his thumb to the base of the man's dick, sliding it over the underside ridge to essentially block the actual ejaculation. The orgasm still crashed over the man's body, sending another deep moan into the air as his body spasmed, but his balls didn't empty, leaving him ready for an intensified orgasm later.

"W-what did you do?" Servil huffed, practically whimpering at the idle stroking Harlan did of his length now, licking a spot of precum off his lips while he eyed the starry-eyed wolf.

"I just blocked the cum itself." Harlan flushed slightly, feeling oddly nerdy despite the sexual ramifications of his sexpert status. "That way, you can still cum later and it'll be even better." He leaned over and kissed the man's belly button, starting to pump his hand faster down Servil's length, which twitched in response to the touch.

"I-I-Ohhhh" Servil broke off with a moan as Harlan dropped his wet lips once again around the head of his cock, lined with the little ridge of his head. Then, with his lips gently hugging his sensitive tip, his head twirled slightly, working his lips around the sensitive ridge before he started to pump his head up and down once again, though while twisting his lips in a corkscrew down his shaft.

"H-harlan!" Servil groaned, shuddering as his hips bucked roughly up to the other male's face, impatient at being teased. The hand on his head tightened considerably and the other joined it, holding onto the younger man's ears at the base, like handles while his hips bucked up to the sloppy blowjobs. Saliva coated his length, making it glisten as Harlan provided a second, though drastically different blowjob to the older, less experienced male. Servil slumped back partly, eye half-lidded with heavy arousal while he stared out at the sight of the man, teddy fluttering out around his slender stomach while his cock pulsated inside a tiny fabric cage.

As he bobbed, Harlan started to kiss his lips to the base with every drop thus pushing the head of the man's cock down into the tight squeeze of his throat. Servil groaned, clutching to Harlan's ears like a lifeline and bucking to him impatiently, squirting precum down into the back of his mouth.

"Nnngh-" Jaw tightening, the man's face suddenly scrunched with a growl of pleasure as cum shot unexpectedly from his shaft, directly down the bunny's throat until he pulled back and sucked fiercely on the very head, extending the orgasm until Servil practically tugged him off the hypersensitive, dribbling head.

"Mmm..." Harlan crooned, licking over his lips with a cheeky grin. "Tasty."

Servil flushed, feeling a rush of shy heat run up to his cheeks and down his neck at the sight of the proud rabbit beaming at him with a droplet of cum still peeking out from the corner of his mouth which he swept up with the tip of his tongue. "Good?" He murmured, though his cocky expression seemed already certain it had been more than good.

With a rush of playful confidence, Servil smirked with a small flash of white of his teeth and leaned up, pushing the smaller male back before he tugged the dressy, little thong off, but then froze when suddenly faced with the man's smaller cock, bare in front of him. His fingers hovered up on the rabbit's stomach, where he'd already grown mostly comfortable fondling his furry frame. Seeing the hesitation, Harlan slide a hand onto the wolf's cheek, drawing him into a long, ambling kiss that slowly worked their mouths together, introducing their tongues minutes into the liplock before they broke apart softly panting. The bunny's soft hand stayed on his face, gently stroking his cheek before he nuzzle into his and lightly lifted his hips to slide his groin beside the older man's hand, guiding himself practically into Servil's limp hand.

With a slight blush, Servil curled his large hand around the much smaller cock lifted to him, encompassing it in his loose fist. "Ah!" Harlan squeaked, immediately bucking at the touch with the rush of warm, strange skin surrounding him. Again, his lips pushed into Servil's now, but with a rougher, needier kiss while his hips lightly worked himself between Servil's hand, introducing the pumping motion that the wolf then continued as their tongues plunged forward into each other's maws.

As they pulled back, both flushed with the growing intensity, Servil fidgeted to shy peek down at the younger man's crotch. "Do you want me to? C-can I-... return the favor?"

Harlan nodded, gingerly rubbing the larger man's shoulder as he pulled back slightly to give Servil space to crawl down, but the man hesitated and Harlan leaned into him reassuringly. "You don't have to." He murmured, lightly kissing Servil's cheek, but Servil looked at him with drooping eyes.

"No, no. I want to. I'm sorry..." He hesitated, looking conflicted before he seemed to slump slightly. "It's just hard... still coming to terms with it and this- and to do... that seems like an undeniable sign." Lines drew threw his forehead, distresses wrinkling both brows in but Harlan just rubbed his shoulder and leaned into the crook of his shoulder, patience and affectionate.

"We don't have to keep going. We can stop."

"No. I have to work through this. I have to."

Harlan nodded, pulling Servil's hand up into his own and pressing them between their chests, removing the focus from the symbol of his cock that seemed to spook the wolf every time he looked down. "It's okay to be nervous. Just relax. Go slow. Take your time, be comfortable. But if at any time it's just stressful, we can stop."

"Harlan, I don't want to stop. If I don't do this, it'll go back to how it was." A beat of hesitation broke up his words, an extended period. "I don't want that- I'm happy with you."

That seemed enough for the rabbit to finally stop offering to stop, and instead he leaned back into the pillow and quietly watched as Servil crawled down his shorter frame till he leaned over his jutting cock, standing up and forward like a drunk toy soldier. At first, Servil's fingers shyly returned and cupped around him, sliding along his length in the motion he'd already done as if in warm-up before his mouth inched forward to attempt to replicate what the rabbit had done for him.

However unlike Harlan, Servil lacked the fancy, learned methods of teasing, but he worked off of instinct, and nervous, shy instinct at that. His tongue extended, licking over the head of Harlan's pink cock before gliding down to his balls and rolling over their fragrant, masculine surface. His powerful nose crinkled with the strength of the unfamiliar musk in the little puff of pubic fur before he slurped back to the head and repeated the same motion down the other side.

Eagerly, Harlan gently bucked to the male's face until he plunged down into his mouth, mewling out with a girlish tone at the tight heat of Servil's mouth, but making Servil suddenly jerk back with a loud breath, avoiding gagging himself on the rabbit's shaft. A blush streaked along his cheeks as saliva dripped off his bottom lip. Meekly, his eyes flicked up to Harlan's lips with a nervous purse in his lips, but the bunny just smiled warmly and waggled his hips with a mildly playful shimmy. "S-sorry..." Servil mumbled, leaning back down towards his shaft.

"Just keep going, it's okay. Nice and slow." Harlan urged, nodding down to his shaft. With a last sheepish glimpse up, Servilk returned his mouth around the tip of his lover's shaft, working back into the slow suckling on his tip.

"Mmmph-" The wolf's lips tightened, once comfortable, into a intensifying vacuum that while simple, worked eagerly down the rabbit's length with quick, hungry bobs. While his lips went up, swirling his tongue around and over the sensitive flesh of Harlan's tip, his fingers pumped along the rest, carefully rolling his balls over his fingers when his lips occupied the length of the boy's shaft. For a few bobs, Harlan felt a moan burble out his lips and his eyes sunk close, but Servil suddenly pushed too far and grunted, jerking his head back hurriedly to drool and leak precum out onto his chin as he sheepishly hid his gaze again. "Sorry, sorry..."

Harlan shook his head, drawing a hand onto the man's cheek and gently petting him. "No, it's okay. Take your time." He crooned, head tipped to the side and gazing down at the wolf affectionately. For a moment, Harlan lifted his fingers to his lips, lightly kissing the tips before he pressed them back to the wolf's cheek with such tenderness he flushed and hid his brightening cheeks by diving back into his project, lips opened wide to retry working himself deeper onto the rabbit's shaft.

"A-ahhh..." Harlan whimpered with surprise, starting to squirm and buck to Servil's lips, to which the wolf shifted, opening his lip a bit wider and looking up with a look, submissive and almost shy with the way his eyes dipped up but averted lightly to the side, unsure of meeting Harlan's direct gaze. Staring up, seeing the rabbit high above him Servil felt a jolt of excitement, a rush of passion at servicing the prey animal. With the sensation, he felt a sensation of understanding and a little of his naive nervousness lessened.

Realizing the submissive offer, the rabbit's lips twitched up into a devious curl. His fingers slipped down into Servil's wiry hair, sliding through to where his triangular ears sprouted out of the black, graying locks. Holding onto his ears and the back of his head, Harlan held Servil in a gentle, but tight grip and started to pump into his lips. Hard, impatient thrusts siphoned into the hot, wet grip of the male's mouth and sloshing against his tongue as precum dribbled copiously against the older man's taste buds, flooding his mouth the Harlan's tangy, salty flavor. Though Harlan checked himself carefully. Even as his balls seemed to slosh with their building orgasm, he controlled his bucking hips so he didn't jolt the first timer, letting Servil relish in the submissive moment without gagging himself again or falling into his sheepish apoligies.

Servil's eyes stared up, basking in the lustful glow of Harlan's baby blues boring down to him, heavily drooping with arousal as he pumped faster, starting to grunt needily with every thrust of his hips while his lips tightened. Servil's own cock throbbed eagerly, delighted to be causing the rabbit such pleasure. Air puffed out from the narrow circle of Harlan's lips while his fingernails dug into Servil's hair deeper, tickling at his scalp before he started a needy, incohesive babble in a breathless whimper. "I'm guh-guh-guhnna... I"m gonna cum, Devery. Are you ready?"

Servil stiffened slightly at the warning, nervous at how it'd feel and pulling back to hold just the tip in his mouth, nerves and curiosity trapping Harlan's cock halfway in and halfway out against Servil's twitching tongue.

Then, the rabbit came with a sudden shudder of his small body, quivering every appendage in an almost comical miniature seizure before he clutched onto Servil's head, hunching down around him as his cock spasmed and spurted with several sprays of jizz in fast, consecutive shots before he slowed to a trickle of salty cream. The burst of hot goo in his mouth made the wolf's face scrunch slightly, feeling the odd texture of the fluid shifting over his tongue. For a long moment, it sat there with the wolf refusing to attempt swallowing the goop before he caught Harlan's curious, confused, yet also amused expression and he tried to gulp the mess down, leaking the runnier portions out onto his chin.

Cleaning the inside of his mouth out with sweaping motions of his tongue, Servil slowly pulled back, licking at his lips next before he saw Harlan's dopey grin directed down to him. "Someone isn't as big and tough as he looks on the outside," he teased, relishing in the sight of the predatory animal kneeled over him, droplets of his cum leaking from the corners of his mouth and a shy, unsure blush on his cheeks still lingering in a fading shade of pink.

A growl burbled out from low in the tundra wolf's throat before he leaned up and nipped at Harlan's throat with a glint of white fangs in the dim light of the bedroom from the final shred of sunlight in the sky, merely shadows of the moon's light, "I'm plenty tough on the bottom."

Harlan winked, flirtatiously waggling both eyebrows while his naked hips ground up to the other man's, reminding him that their oral play had done nothing to tame either of their pulsating rods of flesh. "Oh? You want to be on the bottom?" Momentarily, Servil felt his lips quivered nervously at actually responding.

"I-I think so?" He replied, though Harlan could hear the uncertainty in his voice and gently petted the man's side as he talked with him, letting their experience lull again.

"Are you nervous about bottoming because you don't know if you want to or just because you're nervous in general?" His voice sounded so soft, so gentle without any mockery or irritation that Servil let himself lean into the rabbit's touch and relax the tension in his shoulders.

"I'm just.... about it all." He hesitated, sheepishly avoiding verbalizing that he was nervous, though he couldn't deny internally that the next step frightened him.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll take care of you." He touched the soft, pale skin of the man's cheek, guiding him into a soft kiss as he cupped his shoulder with the other, holding them together before he pulled back and nuzzled along his neck to whisper. "I'll take care of you."

Servil felt himself relax considerably, feeling a fresh rush of affection for the rabbit before the heat of Harlan's shaft sliding against his own distracted the wolf from the embrace. Feeling the young man suddenly reminded Servil of his own age juxtaposed with his inexperience, making him mutter. "I should be taking care of you..."

"Now, now!" The rabbit scolded, playfully grinning to break the negative dip before it started. "I think you were taking care of me just a minute ago." Then he winked, dramatically leaning into the eye twitch with a sneer.

"Tread lightly, rabbit. Tread lightly. Remember who is the predator here..." Servil crooned, voice gruff in a playfully rough tone while his fingers stroked down Harlan's slender hips, cupping his hips and pulling him up to him again while their hips started grinding timidly and Harlan's eyes spread out wide, like quarters.

"Is that a threat? Big Bad Wolf?" Harlan's voice lowered into a soft whisper, huffing against Servil's throat before he kissed beneath his ear with a wet smack.

"Oh. It just might be, little boy! I'm gonna eat you up!" Servil's mouth dropped down into a lick over Harlan's shaft, slurping around the ridge of his head and puffing his hot breath out over the sensitive flesh before his cheeks darkened with a slightly self-conscious blush. "Oh god, I bet that just felt ridiculous! I don't know what I'm doing!" Though the giggly moan from the rabbit calmed his worries.

"Oh no, you don't!" Harlan's tail shot out like a flag of puffed white fluff before he tackled the wolf with zeal, slurping down his length in a flipflopped 69 with the shorter male stretched out to be able to lick and suck at the very end of the older man's cock. Again, Servil had to adjust himself, trying to find the point that sent him reeling back with a shy squeak and a mouth of leaking spit and precum dripping off onto Harlan's crotch, but the playful mood allowed him plenty of practice controlling his head as it worked down Harlan's shaft, starting to find a rhythm to bob his head down the length before trying his hand at cupping around the boy's balls, a thing that had his digits tremoring nervously until the shy touch rewarded him with a squeaky moan from above. "Oh! Devery!"

At the same time, blood rushed down to his own cock with Harlan's feverish teasing, allowing him some aroused foggy mindedness to soothe his anxiety as their foreplay extended into a sexual wrestling match.

In a mixture of limbs, they tussled over the surface of the bed with the blankets and covers flipping and flopping along with them, flashing glimpses of royal red and deep burgundy as the different layers fell off the bed in a pile of discarded fabric, covering the last remnants of their clothing under a pile of other material. Kisses and faint bite marks speckled over their chests and thighs while saliva clung to each other's crotch, smeared with drops of cum from secondary bursts brought on in their impish wrestling until both a bit breathless and comfortable with a tied match. They ended up with Harlan perched on Servil's lap, leaning into his chest as their hips and lips took the focus once again. Slow, but eager grinding rubbing Harlan's soft body over Servil's hard cock while a hand pumped along the smaller length of the bunny's.

The rabbit's ears slumped forward slightly, tickling at the tips of Servil's where they bumped into each other before his fingertips traced down the jaw of the wolf and kissed him gently, nibbling lightly on the gentle flesh. "Servil?" He whispered, breath tickling gently at the wolf's jaw.

"Mmm...Yes?" Servil peeked at the rabbit, who stayed tucked closer to press their cheeks together so he could kiss and nibble on the wolf's slender neck.

"Touch me." He urged, wiggling his butt once in emphasis. Servil looked down, flushing slightly before his hand slid down the boy's back till his fingertips grazed at the edge of his panty's string. "Go ahead."

Servil swallowed once before his hand pushed down and groped the pert flesh of the younger man's ass with a puff of an exhale. "Mmh-" His hands tightened and pulled the boy higher onto his chest, pressing them close as Harlan sunk back further onto the bed, laying against a red, tube of a pillow with Harlan draped up the length of his upper body.

Harlan kissed over Servil's neck and shoulders, covering him with the fleeting warmth of his lips as his hands wandered down his body, teasing along his shaft and dipping down to roll his balls briefly between furred fingers. Their lips fell into a curious dance between their necks, heads bent into each other like nuzzling swans as their kisses dappled along each other's throats. With each passing sweep, the kisses grew more intense. Their lips wettened and their teeth toyed to the flesh. Their mouths wandered together, tongues diving forward with a rekindling passion until Servil suddenly broke apart. "I want to," His head gave a little nod, "Keep going."

Harlan blinked, rubbing along Servil's hairline with a fingertip. "Are you sure? We don't have to tonight." Though the twinkle in his eyes said otherwise. Servil's head shook in response, "No. I want it tonight. Please." The male's voice softened further, into a hushed whisper while a large hand cupped along Harlan's shoulder, rubbing down the length of his arm. "I want you, Harlan Levere. Show me how big and tough the little, fluffy bunny is." His lips tweaked up into a grin, making Harlan giggle before he covered the wolf's smile with a rough kiss.

As they kissed, Harlan leaned towards the dresser beside the bed, fishing out a tall, slender bottle of slick, oily lube. Without pulling his lips out of their lock, he filled with fingers with the chilly goop, massaging it over his pawpads before it slid along Servil's crack, making him shiver with the touch. A fingertip guided the blob of lubricant over the tight pucker of Servil's back entrance, starting to circle and rub around it tenderly to work the slick substance over the flesh. The cool lube tingled and made the wolf squeak out with the chill on the sensitive spot before he shivered with the start of Harlan's fingers idle teasing. The swirling fingertip seemed to bring every nerve to the surface, making it flush and tingle with a building sensation. Within a few moments, Harlan had squirted another burst of lube onto the entire area, working his fingers up to continually squish the blob of lube against the tight hole, though without pushing against the muscles of his pucker.

Servil flushed, feeling a mixed sensation at the starting preparation. A mixture of nerves and excitement fluttered in his guts with the additional confusion between discomfort at the almost tedious process of introducing him and the pleasure at being taken care of. Harlan, however, acted as though he had all the time in the word. His lips idly started to kiss along the tundra wolf's chest again, licking over his nipples teasingly while he worked his fingertip up to the hole with building pressure, finishing every swirl around with a increasing poke to put pressure on the tight star.

Then, his lips shifted up to Servil's, tongue pulling him into a sloppy, open-mouthed embrace between their mouths as his fingertip began to force open the first tight ring of muscles keeping his butt clenched nervously. The kiss, relaxing him, allowed Harlan to work just his fingertip into the tight back entrance before it paused, simply letting his body adjust to the earliest stretching. Servil gasped into the kiss, starting to whimper and moan with the first touch and only getting louder as Harlan's tongue stroked into his, distracting him from the discomfort of the muscle stretching against its will with a sensitive, pleasurable soft spot. After a minute, his finger eased back and more lube filled his fingers before he broke the kiss. "Are you okay? I'm not going too fast for you am I?"

Servil's head gave a shy shake, "No, no." Though he felt his cheeks flush and a little flurry come from his gut. No matter how gentle Harlan was with him, nerves still prickled through his thoughts. Anxiety at the situation was unavoidable, yet through it Harlan soothed it to a minimal level with his tender preparation.

"Good. If it ever hurts, say so and I'll ease back. We can stay here all night if that's how long it takes for you to feel okay." Harlan's blue eyes glowed seriously before lips pressed into his softly and a hand coiled around his shaft as the rabbit started to work against the tight double rings of muscle again.

Gently, the bunny's furred finger started to writhe in up to the knuckle, starting to curl and prob to the hypersensitive prostate, pulling out a groan from the wolf. A mixture of pain spiked out from the sudden stretching, using the tight back entrance in such a way for the first time in his life. The wolf bite at his lip, muffling any noise while Harlan continued slowly, tenderly kissing at the larger man while he did so, distracting from the initial pain with eager, passionate kisses. His finger paused at the knuckle, letting him adjust while the very tip flicked slowly to the walls of his ass, rubbing and massaging against as much of the sensitive flesh as he could reach without filling him further. The lube squelched slightly, working into the hole as its stretched around his finger. The ache of discomfort had Servil tensed, clenching around Harlan's digit tightly.

"Dev' Devery. You gotta relax." Harlan whispered, kissing the edge of his ear with puckered lips. "It's going to hurt if you aren't relaxed. I'm not going to hurt you." One hand, his free one, moved up to hold onto Servil's chin as his lips kissed his chin. "You hear me?" Then, again his lips pressed to the side of his mouth in another kiss. "Breath for me. A big long exhale." As Servil obeyed, blowing out air slowly Harlan felt him starting to relax around his finger slightly and pressed his lips onto the opposite corner of the man's mouth. "Good, now, does it hurt?"

Servil gave a slightly nod, eyes drooped slightly to admit it, "A bit."

Harlan only smiled though, leaning even closer so his lips brushed up to Servil's as he spoke, "Well, let me just kiss you better then." Within the kiss, Harlan started to shift his finger, moving into a slow pumping motion that curled his finger up to the man's prostate to start building up pleasure to counteract the discomfort. Servil whimpered softly, fidgeting beneath the rabbit, but never did the pain become unbearable with Harlan's careful, gentle control.

Taking his time, Harlan eventually worked a second finger to join the first to pump into Servil's stretching hole, spreading them apart inside him to ensure that once they'd started, it wouldn't hurt. He moaned and shuddered beneath Harlan's body, whimpering like a puppy, not a fierce tundra wolf as the pain faded way into the rush of exhilaration and pleasure from the teasing on his prostate and the rush of his first time.

"W-woah...God, this has never felt like this." Servil thought to himself, face scrunching momentarily with the alien throb from his prostrate beneath the two fingered massage. On one hand, the pain created an add feeling of his muscles being forced open, yet the pleasure flooded into him with every grazing touch.

With both ears pinned back against his head, tail lashing behind against the bed, Servil seemed to have finally reached a point of more pleasure than pain. Harlan grinned at the sight, feeling his shaft throb and drip precum at the thought. Servil, feeling the younger man's excitement against him bit his lip but gave a small nod. "I think I'm ready."

The rabbit's eyes widened slightly, but he gave a small nod and pulled back with his shaft balance against his fingers. More lube filled his fingers, rubbing over his shaft and into the male's stretched hole. The chill sent shivers down both their spines, but heat soon flooded back in as Harlan's head lined up to the tight hole, resting up to the slippery opening before he paused. "Now, are you sure? It's going to hurt some, Servil. But I can stop whenever you need, we can take breaks."

"I'm sure. I want to." Servil reassured, leaning his face up so that the two men's noses bumped and their eyes alligned with a deeply intimate gaze as Harlan gently starting to push forward, easing into the mercilessly tight squeeze of a virgin hole.

"Nnngh..." Harlan grunted, feeling a sudden rush of pleasure at the hold on just his head, making his balls seem to churn with the desire to unload right then. His face constricted in front of Servil's eyes, forehead crinkled tight and eyes fluttering closed and then open again. But he relaxed with a long, shuddering exhale that tickled against Servil's cheek.

"You okay?" he murmured, nuzzling his plump nose into the male's cheek and kissing along his hairline as his hips stayed static, letting Servil adjust to the first throbbing, thick inch of shaft fed inside him.

The wolf nodded though even just the first inch made his entire ass throb with building discomfort at the stretch forced into his hole. Yet, he even smiled and nibbled at the rabbit's throat before a playful flick of Harlan's pink tongue released his teeth from the tender flesh and pulled him into a long kiss instead, letting him rest just inside further stretch and relax that abused tailhole till the throbbing ache started to fade and Harlan felt his ass relax around him and began to shift that first inch back and forth just barely, working the hole slightly more so the next inch didn't feel excruciating.

However, Servil soon pushed back against him, moaning into their kiss before it eased back and broke apart. "Keep going-"

Harlan started to roll his hips forward, sinking deeper into Servil's ass and grinding the plump head of his cock into the sensitive prostate- sending a moan up into the air from the wolf, who shuddered over top of the shorter lover. "Rrr... Tight..." he groaned, huffing into Servil's neck before pulling back to look at him. Those bright blue eyes locked onto a blonde tan and Harlan leaned closer, gingerly pecking Servil's lips before he whispered in a husky tone. "Are you okay? How does it feel?"

Servil's forehead wrinkled and slight wince held his lips in a wobbly coil. "Can we stop a minute? Rest?" Harlan instantly nodded, pulling back slightly and stopping to instead nuzzle into the man's neck, breathing warmly on the bare flesh. "How does it feel so far? Despite the pain?"

Servil cupped a hand around Harlan's cheek, kissing beside his fingers once before responding in a nearly shy murmur. "It feels better than it ever has before." And it was the truth, for the first time Servil's entire body felt on edge with the encounter, with excitement and arousal flooding through his body instead of mere blood.

Harlan smiled, letting silence respond as his lips pressed into Servil's with another kiss, this time without breaking apart as his hips rolled forward, pumping himself another inch forward, slowly halting there to pump himself back out and up to that same point again, half way into the other man's tighter ass. Breaking the kiss momentarily, Servil whimpered slightly and Harlan hurried to apply more lube, rubbing it over his own cock and then onto Servil's as well as a hand shifted to cup around his length, pumping along it.

"Mmm- Better."

Assured Servil was okay, Harlan pushed deeper in increments, pausing and sliding all the back to the tip with every additional portion until he went flush to Servil's butt. His powerful legs bumped his hips up forward, enough to push the larger wolf up onto his lap further, bottoming him out into the older man's ass.

"A-ah. S-stop... It feels huge. Stop. Stop." Servil gasped, blushing deeply as Harlan retreated back out and let his pause a moment, breathing heavily into Harlan's shoulder.

"It's okay. We can rest. Just relax. Breath for me." Puffs of hot air washed onto the rabbit's shoulder and down his back in a wave. His fingers rubbed and massaged the wolf's tensed shoulders before Servil nodded, ready again.

Aligning himself again, his cock slid in with much more ease up to nearly the entire length and he slowed to pull back again, letting his head grind past Servil's prostate teasingly with every slow, length thrust. With the focus on his hypersensitive prostate, the pain flooded away for the wolf until he started to push himself down to meet the rabbit, eager to feel the edge of his tip brush past the pleasure spot.

"A-Ah..." They moaned together once Harlan started to bottom out in the older man's ass, whimpering against each other's lips with the initial thrusts, the first stretch for Servil and the first vice-like grip for Harlan that filled and covered the entire extents, but once the discomfort had faded to a dull ache in the background, the pleasure of the warm cock filling him and grinding to his virgin prostate, Servil urged Harlan fasted.

Soft, husky growls filled the bunny's ear, murmuring 'faster,' 'harder.' Harlan complied, clutching onto the wolf's hips and starting to pump into him, panting and grunting with the increasingly hard fucking, but his energy didn't waver. With every thrust, Servil would moan out into the air, a low gravelly moan that reverberated through the room and their bodies coming together would slap up into the air only to echo back. All the while, Harlan's hand pumped down Servil's shaft, cupping his balls and then jerking along his length with varying intensity, trying to match the speed that he fucked the wolf's ass and their lips tangled in kisses- long, lingering kisses that had their lips clinging to one another, hot, sloppy kisses with their tongues diving forward, and an array of kisses, pecks, and smooches in between.

"Ah. Ah. Slower. Slower. Sorry!" The speed had pushed his ass to stretch faster, which at first sent burning jolts of pleasure along his spine had morphed into a pained tearing and Servil cried out anxiously. Harlan, though, slowed instantly and just rolled himself up to the larger wolf's ass, gliding himself in slow motion in and out in short thrusts to grind on Servil's prostate until he urged him deeper, faster once again.

"Ah! Harlan!" Servil gasped into the air, cock twitching within Harlan's gentle, furry hand and his body spasming against the rabbit's suddenly. Finally, the pain had faded completely. Pleasure flooded his head, his groin. His cock pulsaed and leaked over Harlan's head with leaky, off-white precum while his ass clenched tighter than ever, massaging along the rabbit's trapped dick. He moaned out, but Harlan muffled it with a fierce kiss before whispering flush to the wolf's mouth, "Cum for me, Devery. I wanna see it. Cum."

Servil shuddered, eyelids giving a brief flutter from closed to open before he could respond, voice tight and chopping with gasps of his impending, building, inevitable orgasm. "You first." Then, his hand jerked faster and his ass clenched tighter. His cheeks flushed bright pink and his orgasm loomed over him with a near inevitable strength, but he wanted to pleasure the man who'd been so focused on him all night. His fingers squeezed harder, ass spasming around the boy.

Together, they rode at the edge of orgasm before their lips crushed together again. Harlan's teeth lightly bumped into Servil's lip, but passion tangled them together. Servil felt himself hovering at the edge, clinging to the orgasm until a burst of warmth spread through his ass as cum sprayed into him, splashing to the tight walls of his inner butt.

A community cry rang up into the air as Servil's cock spasmed and shot out a stream of white that splashed between their chests. Several more ropes of cum followed out of the groaning wolf, crisscrossing both men with jizz bondage, tying them to the now sloppy bedsheets below where every line of cum eventually ran to. Harlan's hips bucked weakly as he finished, but the tight squeeze of the wolf's orgasm had milked his dick dry, and he collapsed finally onto the older man's chest. He cradled his arms around Servil's slender frame, cupping his shoulders and fitting their hips together, each straddling over a thigh.

As their orgasms faded into afterglow, a collective sigh fluttered up into their air with a mixture of relief and satisfaction for both. Tender, grazing touches guided them together, rolling onto their sides and slipping out of a stretched out hole. They snuggled towards each other till their breathing intermingled in the thin space between and their legs tangled below their waists. Harlan's arm curled around Servil's neck to pet through his hair behind and Servil idly petted the bunny's fur down his back with a wrist notched against the curve of his hips.

Finally situated, their eyelids started to droop. Tired, final kisses swapped between lazy mouths, barely forming the basic pucker shape but instead impressing their lips together with weak squirms of their heads closer on the shared pillow. Then, with their bodies still and situated the bed silenced its creaking, with orgasms faded into a tiring afterglow their noises halted, and merely their breathing remained steadily slowly.

"Servil?" Harlan whispered, barely audible.

"Hmm?" His eyelid twitched, but didn't open.

"How was it?"

"Amazing..." A little sigh followed, as though a verbal word didn't capture the sensation of contentedness that followed his first satisfying sexual encounter. Harlan cooed proudly in response before lightly nuzzling Servil's cheek.

"How do you feel now?"

Servil stayed quiet a moment, smiling faintly: "Happy."

"I mean...about yourself, being gay."

"Much better, Harlan. Really... so much better." He cupped the man's cheek, pulling him closer before another question tickled his cheek.

"What about us?"

"What about us?"

"Will you see me again?" Anxiety hitched the younger man's voice slightly, his own fears bubbling to the surface for the wolf to see.

"Of course." Servil kissed the boy, with a shocking tenderness like that placed onto a baby's fragile forehead so light and pure.

Harlan flushed, shivered lightly under the sensation of warmth. "Are we... are were a couple then? An item?"

Servil nodded, kissing his lips again with a bit fiercer affection. "If you'll have this old man."

Another kiss pulled them closer, eyes closed and lips lazily pressing into the mold of the others' until Harlan eased back to whisper against his mouth. "Yay."

With a soft kiss to the man's lip, something that took increasing effort from the quickly fading bunny and momentarily paused their conversation, he whispered in a serious, yet faintly flirtatious voice, "Does this mean you'll wear better clothes?"

For a moment, silence hung in the air as Harlan returned the kiss. The bedroom seemed to still completely as they breathing paused for a final, extended peck between their mouths. Outside, the night hung in full swing with stars glittering outside the window and the sun safely tucked in bed. In the bedroom, the dim light barely showed as Servil's lips twitched at the edges with the faintest curl, a tiny hint of a smile. His hand stroked down Harlan's cheek and then curled against his neck into a sleepy fist before he murmured back in a thick voice, hovering at the gates of dreamland, "No, Never."