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How long had it been since he'd started looking at these paint swatches? The colors were starting to blend and bleed together in his mind, from a soft rose looking like a dark violet all the way to a blue looking like a black. The stoat pinched at his eyes with a soft groan as he finally set the damned things down, sinking down onto his sofa with a plaintive groan.

His current client was nothing short of meticulous in her needs and wants, from insisting on stylized flowers on her bedroom walls (he'd managed to steer her towards soft, relaxing colors at the very least), to bringing in the most god-awful furniture that he'd ever laid eyes on. There was a fine line between 'quaint antique' and 'lump of dumpster fodder' and hers were unfortunately in the latter category. By a huge margin. Honestly, what sort of person owned a record player besides one of those young hipster crowd people?

She did, apparently, and she was starting to become the source of far too many headaches to count since he'd had the misfortune of being hired by her. He couldn't take it anymore, pulling out his cell phone and firing her number into the nearest cell tower. When she didn't pick up, he wasn't surprised, but decided it best to leave a voice mail this time.

"Hullo, Mrs. Robins? This is Lewis Fields, your interior designer. I've been looking at the paint swatches you sent to me so we can move forward on bringing together your kitchen and I must say that I'm leaning towards the rose pink. However, I'm going to be taking a bit of a personal day tomorrow and will leave you in the capable hands of my co-owner. His cell number is 555 - 2358. Thanks, and have a good day."

With that out of the way, he sent a brief text warning his co-owner that he'd be 'out of the office' today and tomorrow, citing their current client and her insipid paint schemes for her damned house as his reason. He was part owner, he was entitled to scheduling his own time off, dammit.

The first thing that seemed logical to do was to get clean and freshen up a bit, maybe enjoy some of his new time off with just a hint of pampering? Hardwood floors thumped underfoot as Lewis meandered through his own house, the stoat wondering just what he looked like at the moment. His own design flair showed up through the house, splashes of exotically eye-catching but subtle coloring along the walls and picked perfectly for what mood someone was supposed to be in when they were there.

In the bathroom, the stoat's face looked out at him from behind two haggard eyes, black etching along the undersides of his normally white-pelted face and showing just how much strain this whole ordeal had been putting on him. It was actually a little bit ridiculous, all things considered, that one client should be this much of a problem for him. Still, though, the rest of him looked good. Dang good, if he had a say in his appearance.

Sleek white fur from his head to his toes, just the edgings of black along the tips of his rounded ears and the stained tip of his tail. There was a running joke in his family that he'd dragged it through some oil when he was little and the coloration had stuck even when he went through his winter color change. To top it all off, his frame was lightly muscled, perhaps even a bit stocky compared to others of his species. He wasn't one for high acts of flexibility or slender endurance, wiry strength to help with easily lifting smaller furniture was more appealing to him if only to achieve the right sort of feng shui in his designs.

A hot shower. That's what he needed to cap off his long and arduous day. Lewis reached for the faucet automatically, cranking the water as hot as it could go and then giving an experimental jiggle of the handle to see if he could make it go further. It wasn't long before steam was splashing off the tile of the large shower, fogging up the mirror that the stoat had been peering in not but a few moments ago and doing likewise with the etched glass of the shower door.

Nothing else to do but to get wet, it seemed! He stripped down out of his clothing, letting the blue polo shirt and dark pants bunch up on the floor before capping them off with his red briefs that his boyfriend had bought him as a joke. Red was a vibrant color for the kitchen to increase appetite, after all, which was just a cheeky way of his lover saying that he was 'hungry' a lot of the time. And considering that shaft poking against his stomach, it was hard to not believe him... about as hard as the stoat found himself to be at the moment, anyway.

"Well, h'lo there." Lewis said to absolutely no one in particular and certainly not his own dick. He had his own fair share of weirdness and it really wasn't the sort of thing that he needed to have held over his head. The murine stepped into the shower, sighing out as the hot water suddenly cascaded down over his head and drawing out a hiss. He loved it when the shower was this hot, painting his lungs with steam whenever he drew a breath in, beating down hot rivulets along his aching body. He jumped a bit at his own sensitivity but he quickly brushed it off with a shrug of his shoulders and a grin. This particular stoat had something important to take care of, after all!

-0-

"Hello?" The call reverberated around the house as the door closed behind the kangaroo. He shifted himself a bit further in, keeping his tail out of the way of the doorjam as he looked around the living room.

Soft brown eyes peered around the daisy yellow living room, floral patterns and delicate carvings in the earth-toned furniture sticking out amid everything while still blending together as seamlessly as possible. There was a tinge of something on the air but he would be damned if he could place it.

"Lewis? It's your big Shane, home from work." His ear twitched as he heard the shower upstairs, a grin parting the kangaroo's lips. Oh-ho, so that's where he was, huh? A chuckle rode out of his chest as he rubbed his hands together. Judging by the phone sitting on the couch as if it were tossed instead of its usual spot on the coffee table? His boyfriend could use a little 'boyfriend' time, not just some alone time.

Shane tip-toed his way up the stairs, pulling at his forest-green tie with a lustful intent behind his motions. He left a trail of clothes in his wake up those steps, following the sound of running water with a lurid smirk painted across his mug. Tie, shirt, under-shirt, belt, shoes, pants... by the time he reached the door, he was down to just his underwear and socks. He leaned against the wall as he heard the heated sound of a moan through the wooden door. Perfect, at least Lewis was already starting the fun. No need for them to go through an awkward phase of fumbling around this time.

The brown-furred kangaroo left his clothing at the door before slowly pushing it open and revealing the scene within. There was Lewis, back to the door with that oil-tipped tail of his lifted high and his hand practically flying along his groin. It was something of a sight to behold but where the kangaroo was looking was far more important. He didn't register any embarrassment over popping wood because of the stoat, they'd been between the sheets too many times for that to matter now. What did matter was preparedness, something that was easily accomplished by a brief fishing through the vanity's drawers...

Jackpot, a small tube of KY lubricant, big enough to fit into the roo's palm. He uncapped it as quietly as possible, smearing some of the slightly sticky junk into the palm of a hand before pitching the tube to the floor. He didn't need it anymore, after all. A quick work of his hand over his shaft, spreading that stuff along the pink head all the way down to its base was enough for him, leaving it shining slightly in the light.

It was time.

-0-

Lewis heard the shower door open but it was like static on a radio, he was so lost inside of his head. Brief jolts of electrical sensitivity were coursing up and down his spine, leaving him a mess as the radiating heat drew along his svelte body. The door slid closed again as the mink let his head rest on the warmed monochrome tiles before a strong hand drew his tail even further out of the way, a second one pulling at his hip.

The fat head of a cock pushed between his cheeks and Lewis's breath stopped in his chest, He cast a charcoal-gray eye back over his shoulder to the smiling face of his boyfriend, the kangaroo's gaze aimed downward for the moment. The stoat followed that gaze down towards his rear, seeing that dick pushing between his cheeks as a barely visible bit of pink from behind his body.

There was only a bit of grinding before a smooth, gentle thrust got their bodies together, Lewis's insides wrapping around Shane's cock as the former whimpered under his breath. He never got used to his boyfriend's girth, not once in their two or so years of being together. But it always felt good eventually, even with that first push that left the stoat biting back a pained squeak every time.

This time though, there was no pang of pain, no momentary need to stop and adjust. His insides just enveloped that dick in warmth and urged it to push further in with a press of his hips. It worked into him, slow and steady, filling up every nook and cranny with its weight before their hips slipped against one another's.

"'M home..." Shane said softly against the stoat's ear, dragging his teeth along one of the blackened tips of an ear before drawing himself out. Lewis lost the retort for that to a soft cry of need as that shaft left him starkly empty. He wanted it inside of him, he NEEDED it inside of him. So much that he shoved his hips back in a greedy motion, casting a lustful glare behind him to the surprised face of the kangaroo.

"Good." Lewis's voice dripped with mired need and husky intonations. His white cheeks burned pale pink thanks to the skin beneath it flushing, his tongue rolling over his black lips for a moment before he continued the thought that was rattling around inside of his head. "Th-then fuck me, Shane. Need you. Client was an ass, so I need you in MY ass." It was the longest sentence he could've thought of and it was still stilted and jumbled when it came spilling out of his mouth. But it didn't matter because the roo seemed to get the idea.

Hips pushed forward again, filling that space that he'd left hollowed out in his wake only to retreat just as swiftly. A steady pace, a soft thp thp thp filling the room with the noise of their fervent love-making. Shane even pressed close, his upper body pushing on Lewis' back and holding him against the shower wall, one hand nudging the stoat's hand out of the way before taking over for that steady jerking. He matched his hand's actions to the firm thrusts of his pelvis mashing against the stoat's shapely rear, eliciting those needing whimpers from the short muzzle of his boyfriend again.

Somewhere amid all the water cascading down their conjoined bodies, Shane could feel warm and sticky pre along his fingers, smearing it back down with the firm pumps of his hand. And behind, he was treating that rear to much the same action, wet squelches as it was pushed back out around his broad member from the inside of Lewis's tight backside. His mouth parted open as he got more and more into it, feeling that tight rear gripping and practically milking his cock as if there was a purpose to it, panting against the stoat's ear in between those nibbles that drew yet more moans from the male.

They were reaching the peak, faster than either of them had ever felt it before. Their bodies needed each other for this, for this streak of passion that was being pulled out of them. Not to say that their love-making was usually a ho-hum affair but there was a fire lit up between them that neither could place their finger on. It was like a jolt of electricity had been applied to their libidos, bringing awake the monster of the true depths of their passion. Shane pulled out for a harrowing moment, leaving the stoat confused until he was turned around and lifted. Pinned against the shower wall, lips meeting his as a tongue forced its way into his open mouth before he was rent open again by the blunt head of Shane's dick. Hands holding him up, sliding him along the tile as those forceful thrusts jarred his teeth and made his head rattle.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. It was a wonder that the tile wasn't breaking with the rapid thrusts that Shane's hips were delivering to the stoat's slender body. Hell, it was a wonder that the stoat wasn't broken in half by the force that was jarring his insides and practically pushing him into the wall behind him. Everything was felt, every little drop of pre, every flex of muscle, every grind of pelvis to rear. It was startling just how much could be felt in a single session but it was coming to an end.

Shane growled, he actually growled. Lewis had never heard such a noise from him before he felt something else. The hot pulses of sticky jism spreading to his insides, staining his bowels as the kangaroo flooded him with that vibrant essence. Some of it leaked back around that shaft but most of it stayed in, forming a hot pool of desire inside of the stoat's stomach. He yowled out his own bliss not even a moment later, an errant spurt smacking Shane in the chin but most of it just spread out in a musky smear along the roo's chest. His insides squeezed around that shaft, intent on keeping that jizz inside of him without any other reason than it felt good. Damned good. Perfectly good. His mind wandered as he waited for the sting of lust to abate but it never did.

They stood there in the shower, blissful, content. Unaware of what was to come after this wonderful afternoon tryst spent with each other. A shared kiss, a whispered promise of love for each other, and intimate bliss with eased spirits for them both. It was to make a fond memory for them both...

Until next week, when Lewis found himself face down in a toilet, paying tribute to the porcelain throne with his breakfast.