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Heya everyone!

As promised, here it is the first of a long series of stories that I am going to post in the next few months :3 The weekly installement of today is part of a two-chapter smut series that I hope you will enjoy! If you do, don't feel shy to drop a comment, a fave or a vote :3

Thanks to my editor in chief and love of my life, Gritou, for always helping me :3

Aiden looked at his phone for the twentieth time, noticing that it had been almost an hour and an half since he arrived here. The "here" in question was a somewhat small attendance room in the town hall, so anonymous with its fake wood chairs aligned to the walls and a plastic plant on a side. Nothing suggested where you actually were, not even the mandatory random pics of urban views, so as far as the canine knew he could be in any of the hundreds of similar rooms spread through the nation.

Flicking a triangular ear, the boxer glanced to the glass-covered opening at one side of the room, where an old ferret lady was getting her crap sorted out or something. There hadn't been many furs when Aiden had arrived, just four, and he had foolishly hoped he would be done before noon while taking the number from the automatic dispenser in one corner.

"Not such luck..." The brown furred male thought to himself, massaging his black-stripped neck with one paw. Each one of those furs - all over sixties from the looks of it - had taken their sweet time to get their business done; probably wasn't even the clerk's fault, he had heard each one of them blabbing about unimportant things, the ferret lady just finishing her tale of how her grandson was doing in college.

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"It shouldn't take two fucking hours to get my license..." He cursed under his breath, glaring at the back of the old lady; the boxer could see the shadowy figure of the clerk before her, a lion with glasses from what he could see. He could almost pity him for his fate of sitting there and getting earfuls of stories from the lonely old farts... But he didn't since the feline was paid for that.

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"And he could cut to the chase too, the bastard." Aiden thought, not daring voice his resentment. After all, chatty senior citizens or not, the lion could just stop them on their tracks, no? No, because each fur had taken his or hers sweet time before padding away slowly, leaving the canine waiting for his turn.

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The short muzzled male stretched his jeans clad legs as far as he could, fishing his phone in the hopes that Twitter could provide some distraction. He browsed down the timeline, past juicy photos of male furs engaged in naughty activities since his pants would show his boner all too well, but found nothing interesting so he jammed the phone back where it belonged.

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Snorting, Aiden went back to stare at the ferret, just for the slim chance she would feel it and decided to be done with the conversation. The irony was that he had only to pick up a simple license to repaint his house, and for something that took three minutes tops he had lost the entire morning!

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"Why the fuck did I want to buy an historical house?" The boxer cursed himself. His house was one of the oldest in town, the likes that couldn't be found nowadays. He always had dreamed to live in a house that smelled of history, but his naive young self didn't know that any change to it had to be authorized by Historical Committee... And he would have kicked that punk if he could.

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A movement in the corner of his eye made the canine jump, not having realized he had been fazing out and lost his focus. Pity since he hadn't caught the long awaited moment of the ferret lady turning and starting walking out of the room, which meant...

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Jumping on his paws, Aiden was quick to approach the window in the wall, where the leonine clerk welcomed him with a tired smile, peering through his classes. The canine noticed how wide where the shoulders of the middle aged lion, a not too big pouch stretching his shirt; that was all he could register before the clerk spoke.

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"Hello sir, I gather you are the next." The lion, which the small tag on his big pec called Hal, welcomed him with a deep voice.

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"Yes, I have the number-"

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"No need to give it to me, it doesn't matter." The feline interrupted him, probably eager to go to lunch or something, eying the last obstacle to it. "What can I do for you?"

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Stifling a growl for the rude interruption and enduring the scrutiny, the boxer went on to answer the question. "I'm here to pick up the license to repaint my house in

Marble Street."

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"Your name sir?" The lion asked, his paws flying on the keyboard to open God knew what page.

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"McDougal, Aiden." The canine blurted, watching the golden furred male typing and browsing the digital archives. The rounded ears that peeked through the lustrous mane flicked as he worked, settling down when he found what he searched, or so he assumed.

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"Okay. Give me a few seconds; I have to search in the drawers..." The lion said, standing up to walk somewhere beyond his field of sight, giving the canine first a good look of his firm booty. The young dog could now see the room beyond the glass, probably much bigger than the attendance room and filled with metallic drawers and a couple of desk, but not much more.

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The boxer waited, resisting the urge to tap his footpaw in annoyance, feeling relieved that his waiting didn't last long as he saw the clerk returning. That didn't last long since those thin feline lips were giving him a sad smile of apology.

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"I'm sorry Mr. McDougal, the system says the license has been released, but I can't find it in the drawers." Hal the lion uttered those terrible words with a sympathetic ring in them.

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"No! Don't tell me you lost it!" The dog exclaimed in sudden anger, not believing his ears. After all the time wasted waiting, not even counting writing and delivering the request, they had lost the license!

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The accusation didn't break the bureaucratical serenity of the lion, his muzzle still fixed in a sad expression. "I'm sure we didn't, might have been filed in the wrong place or-"

"I don't care what happened! I'm not going to go through that fucking procedure again!" The boxer almost shouted, teeth poking under his lips, his anger barely reined. He had hoped to start the work this weekend, if not the very same day since he had taken a leave from work... And his plans were ruined now.

"Sir, if you come back Tuesday I am sure we will find it. You don't need to redo everything." Hal replied calmly, as if it was normal to wait an extra five days for something so simple.

"No. I am not going to wait. We are going to search in each shelf until we find it." The canine said firmly, crossing his paws under his pecs in a menacing way. The leonine clerk stared at him, his eyes lowered a bit in shame, perhaps, then sighed, probably deciding it was better to let him have his way.

"Fine sir. Wait a second for me to open the door..." The clerk said, before disappearing. Aiden didn't wait to see him reaper, moving to stand before said door, his ears flicking as he heard the tell-tale sound of a lock being open. His paw darted to grab the doorknob, almost crushing in the lion as he entered the room.

"S-sir, I need to lock the door and the counter, it is my lunch break after all..." The deep voice had a hint of displeasure in it, but the boxer didn't let it guilty him: he had better things to do after all. Like breaking in the new toy he had bought...

"Fine. Which drawer should have my license?" He asked, shaking away the thoughts of hard things poking his most sensible parts.

"One of the two over there, labeled "Licenses and Certificates"." The big cat answered him, a paw waving in a direction just across the room. Easily spotting his target, Aiden stomped toward it, loudly extracting a drawer and searching for his prize. The contents were all well ordered, going from D to F in this one, but since he wanted to be extra careful he began to look each file, hoping to find his name on one of them.

He had gone through half of them when he heard the heavy steps of the clerk, who took the other drawer as the recipient of his searching. The boxer glanced at the other mail, just realizing he was taller and bigger than him, with his pouch being minimal at best; in short, a perfect specimen of a hunky daddy. But he wasn't here to think with his cock, so he averted his eyes to focus on the names written on the dozens of papers in front of him.

Minutes ticked away, but the damn thing didn't show up, nor listed under the wrong name, nor under his own. He finally gave up after he went through the whole drawer three times, turning to face the lion who had been equally unsuccessful, his round ears flattened by not being able to get rid of the annoying canine.

"The thing isn't here. Any other possible places?" The striped canine asked, a growl underlining his words.

"It might have been misplaced... Maybe Mike saw it. Or maybe it was left in counselor Jenkins' office." Hal the clerk listed the various possibilities in his usual apologetic tone. Aiden could almost swear now that the lion talked like that all the time.

The boxer stared at other male, ears flicking as he didn't saw him doing anything but standing there. Getting closer to the clerk, he gave him the best Alpha dog he could muster, fangs showing and fur bristling included. "So? Look where you have to, call that Mike, I want my license, NOW!"

"B-but it is my lunch break! And I leave early on Fridays; I don't have time to do that!" The leonine fur blurted his poor excuses of a lazy assed public employee, backing away from the approaching smaller canine until his back bumped against the .

"I don't care! I need that license ASAP!" Aiden growled, now just a few inches diving, their muzzles almost kissing. The lion didn't respond to that, or at least not verbally; thanks to the proximity, the canine could see some reaction going on, one that tented the crotch area of the feline's pants.

"Wasn't expecting that." The dog marveled to himself, surprised that the other male could be aroused by the situation... Or maybe it was just by him being close to such a hunky canine. "Maybe if the stick isn't working, I should use the rod...."

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Locking his eyes in the golden ones of the lion, Aiden tried to smooth his expression, painting a (hopefully) charming smile on his short muzzle, as one paw slowly planting itself just above the waistline, the other on one of those firm pecs.

"I know it might take time... Hal." The dog rumbled deeply, his paw starting to travel down, reaching the belt. "But it would make me really happy if you find my license... And I would be in your debt."

"I-I don't see... This is highly..." The cat with the mane tried to defend himself, but his insecurity showed up in his voice, meaning he already knew where this was going and wanted it badly enough to shut up his rational thoughts.

"And I always pay my debts, Hal. In ways you won't ever forget." The boxer kept talking, skillfully unbuckling the other's belt with one paw; he had mastered that ability during college, when he learned to multitask while being taken in the throws of passion.

"But I have to do other urgent th-". The lion's protest changed in a moan when he felt a strong paw delving in his pants and underwear, boxers by the feel, those leathery pads starting stroking the sensible barbed length.

"You will have a butt Hal. For as long as you want. But you have to do me this little favor." The brown canine huskily said while jerking the other male, his other paw groping the lion's pec and poking his nipple through the fabric of the shirt. He knew how good he was at that, even when his paw didn't have much room; he had needed to destroy any resistance in the clerk before he sobered up.

Hal moaned as he felt his meat being played with, so much that the dog worried he would cum too soon and ruin everything. He slowed down, using a pace that brought pleasure but not enough for release, patiently waiting for the clerk to decide; to make the decision easier he rubbed those sensitive barbs with his fingers, gentle, his thumb stimulating the tip of the lionhood all the while.

The lion quivered in pleasure, his eyes alight with lust; Aiden knew what the answer would be even before the public servant expressed it with words, he could felt it with his paw and see on the mane-framed muzzle. "I-I think I can find time a-and bring you the license at your place this evening."

"That will be awesome. I am going to give a ... preview of your reward." The boxer chuckled, slowly lowering himself on the ground, his paws travelling to grip the rim of the other's pants and underwear. Positioning himself in a comfortable position on his knees, the striped canine yanked down those garments, almost getting a red rod slapping on his face as it got free of his prison; not that he had minded that, on the contrary.

The lion hissed at the freedom but didn't move, keeping his paws clutched on the metallic drawer, looking down on the knelt dog, whom gave his best slutty eyes from down there. Then he focused on the tool before that, not the biggest he had ever seen, but big for a feline, around seven inches of throbbing dick that was promising him good times.

At this point the boxer's anger had evaporated, replaced with horniness; Hal was a hot daddy, he admitted to himself, with a very nice cock, and they were doing in a semi-public place, adding the adrenaline in the mix. All those factors weren't dimmed by the fact he was bribing the clerk, on the contrary, that might just be enhancing the general excitement.

Coming to his sense and remembering what he was supposed to do, Aiden adjusted his rock-hard cock through his jeans, rubbing his already formed knot in the process, before grabbing the feline's stick, jerking it just slowly up and down, squeezing on it at the right moment. The stimulation had the desired effect of coaxing a pure pearl of pre at the tip of the jerked cock, which was promptly licked by a wide and long tongue.

"Uhm, salty just the way I love." The canine rumbled as he tasted the other's man juice, looking up at him before delving his muzzle forward, taking the first few inches of that lionhood. The cat purred a moan at feeling his length enveloped by such wet warmth, but thankfully stayed put and let the brown furred male do his job, with great appreciation of said dog; he hated when his partners didn't give time to enjoy their cocks.

And so the black striped dog enjoyed the first bits of lion cock, his wide tongue warping around the tip, exploring each of the barbs with almost tender care, all the while getting to savor the pre right from the tap. The continuous moans and the heavy breath told him the recipient of his sucking was enjoying it, not that surprising but still rather flattering; the idea of pleasuring a male in the right always aroused him, he was sure that his underwear was soaked in his own pre by now.

Deciding it was time to get more, Aiden delved a bit more, finding out his short muzzle could get half of that delicious meat before meeting the boundary of his throat. That was the inconvenient of being a boxer, he couldn't suck a cock as easily as those long muzzled sluts; luckily he had trained himself to get past that handicap.

The dog bobbed his head a few times, getting lost in the feelings of having something big and thick filling his muzzle, the moans he caused music to his triangular ears; after a few times of such a treatment, he went for the kill, not stopping at the usual point but going on, deep throating that sizeable rod until his nose could rest in the golden pubic hair, taking in the musk.

Hal reacted as expected, gasping at the sudden sensation of having his cock disappearing in a welcoming muzzle in all its integrity; the canine felt a paw caressing his head as if to reward him for the feat, which he allowed only because he had his mouth too full to reply. His paws moved once again, one grabbing the orbs he felt smacking against his chin, the other just rubbing his own knotted cock through his pants.

He stood still for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation at its fullest, before starting to move again, sucking and fondling with his tongue on his way back. The canine waited until only the tip was between his lips before bobbing forward again, fully taking the cock, then repeated the motion, all the while caressing the lion's balls.

The usual routine took over, him bobbing his head as he worked his magic on the piece of cock in his muzzle. The feline was silent apart from the moans, his paw still scratching between the triangular ears of the dog, seemingly just enjoy the ride and the pace.

Aiden knew his skills, and he knew he was giving one hell of a blowjob to a public servant who surely didn't get laid that often, in a situation that was highly erotic. All of that, plus his current partner being a cat, should have assured him a muzzleful of spunk in no time, splashing against the back of his throat, but as the minutes passed the desired result eluded him, while his lust for more increased.

That was how Aiden rolled: if he blew off a guy, the more he kept doing it, the more he felt the need to get that cock deep in his ass. He had hoped he wouldn't be fucked in that office, maybe in the evening, fully enjoying the heavy but still well formed body of the clerk; but the fire under his stub of a tail was alight now, and he knew only one way to extinguish it.

Giving one last hard suck on the tool, he let the cock slip his muzzle with an obscene slurp, the barbed length slapping against his muzzle once before settling over him. The dog could see Hal's eyes beyond that saliva-soaked dick, regarding him with curiosity, as if asking what would come next.

"You are so good with me that I think you deserve more than a sneak peak." The striped canine said, one of his paws starting jerking the lionhood. The owner of that cock looked puzzled by those words before realization hit him like a train.

"You mean..." The clerk trailed off, probably not daring to voice his desire. Aiden found that kind of behavior actually cute, he loved shy guys as much as those who were more direct; a daddy lion being shy was just what he had been searching as a good fuck buddy.

"You get to stuff me with your prick big boy." The boxer finished for him, unashamed of the cheesiness of his lines. Winking at the lion, he stood up, walking away to get to a desk, counting on the sudden deprivation of sexual stimulation to help the lion.... Think.

"I hope you have some kind of... oily liquid around." The canine said turning back to face the lion; he would rather not take such a huge dong without at least the minimal help of an unconventional lube, he wanted to get off too! To add a bit more the black-striped male began to undress, getting rid of his shirt slowly first, unveiling his athletic body bit by bit.

When his vision returned Aiden saw the leonine clerk staring at his body with overt appreciation. With such an eager public, how could he deny more? So he went on, unbuckling his pants with calmness, then letting them fall on the ground, stepping out of them with only his shoes and his tight, tight undies on him.

The dog could swear he saw the lion's cock jump at the vision of the almost-nude, smearing the cleaned shirt of its owner. His briefs didn't leave anything to imagination, underlining the shape of his thick, big cock under the fabric, knot visibly shown along with a not so small pre-stain on the tip. Fuck, such an image was arousing even him!

"So... got anything fit for the task?" The athletic dog in underwear asked, subconsciously setting himself in display. He managed to hide the wag of his stub, luckily, never good to show how wanting he could be.

"Mike has some lube in his desk's drawer." Hal rumbled, his eyes wandering over the hot body in front of him. "But I want to see more before fetching it."

The abrupt demand almost took Aiden aback, it kinda conflicted with what he had seen from the lion so far. But the suggestion wasn't a bad one, so without much more ado he pulled his briefs down, his rock hard doghood sprinting up and colliding with his abs, now completely exposed; he jerked and moved his cock playfully for a bit, making sure his partner could take enough of the juicy knotted bone, red and veined.

Before the lion could do something rush like sucking his cock, the canine revolted on his paws, the two full orbs facing the public servant now, brown with strikes of black on them. This time he didn't stop his tail, the wagging motion just helping with the display, slowly bending over the desk now in front of him, his arms folded under his chin.

He almost chuckled at hearing the loud moan from somewhere behind him, followed immediately by footsteps and the fondling of the contents of a drawer. The boxer knew perfectly what effect his ass had on men, especially when he was bended, his stub unhindered the sight of his picker, nestled there between his cheeks.

Soon Aiden felt a pair of strong paws on his booty, kneading the muscles there in ways that stimulated his muscles. He could not lament about that, he liked some foreplay before being buggered, especially if that helped him relax completely as it was happening then. Both males stayed silent, only their heavy breathing resonating in the office, though a hiss escaped the bent dog when a cold spurt of lube hit his tailhole without notice.

That hiss morphed in a moan as he felt a thick callused finger pressed against his hole, demanding entrance with much insistence. The ring-shaped muscle recognized the familiar feeling, and let in the digit without much fuss, the finger sinking in easily up to the last knuckle, brushing against his prostate.

"Seems like your hole is used to being penetrated, eh?" The middle aged clerk quipped, making the canine's ears flick; he let that pass, too focused on enjoying the fucking to reply to that. The cat didn't add more, just extracted his finger from the willing ass before ramming it in roughly, sending shivers of pleasure down the spin of the fingered male.

The second time the lion did that there were not one but two fingers, intensifying the sensation. Aiden was happy he was always relaxed down there; else the whole process would have been a bit too swift to adjust to. Instead he moaned as the two fingers worked inside his ass, stretching it in ways only an expert could know, scissoring and pushing all the right buttons; his cock jumped ever time those digits got in, pre falling on the floor copiously. Damn that lion was full of surprises!

The boxer almost whined when Hal retrieved his fingers, but he stilled himself; better not show how much he liked it... at least for the moment. Plus, a certain thick organ had replaced it, rubbing itself against the sensible folds of skin, its barbs scratching his well lubed hole; he didn't have figured the lion as the teasing type, maybe his shyness melt once in action.

"Are you loving that? Having a cock aimed at your ass?" The leonine clerk crooned somewhere above him, uncharacteristically cocky; that was starting to annoy the dog, he prided himself as knowledgeable in reading personal characters.

"Yeah, I like it. Just start already!" He growled, not wanting to fall in the submissive role. He might be a bottom, but hell if he let furs boss him during sex!

"As you wish... sir." The golden furred male chuckled the ironic honorific, his paws grabbing his sides barely giving the boxer time to brace himself as the pointy tip of a cock started to press and, without effort, enter his hole. The invasion didn't stop there, but continued, each inch slipping inside his ass in a steady pace, the barbs scrapping against the inner walls of his tunnel in a pleasurable way.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk." Aiden moaned without shame, his paws firmly grabbing his forearms as he felt the thick lionhood pushing forward, stretching his hole and, finally, jabbing his prostate with juuuuuust the right angle, the weird pressing feeling increasing as the rod went past. The barbs added a bit more on the pleasure, as they stimulated the prostate in ways only a cat could do, making his own disregarded cock throb madly, with pre trickling down to his furred low hangers.

Finally the long thrust stopped, the big cat's crotch pressing against his buttcheeks, leaving both males moaning and enjoying the moment. The boxer took the moment of respite to take a breath and analyzing what was going on his ass, judging that the lion might be a priced addition to his conquests and a possible recurrent partner; the final ruling would have come at the end, though.

The movement started again after a while, the cock retreating and causing the pleasure inverse to penetration, when the ass closed itself after the dick. Soon only the tip remained in, to keep the way open, but not for much longer as the leonine clerk pushed forward again, in one continuous thrust that made the canine shiver in pleasure.

So the fucking began, that lionhood getting in and out of the stretched tunnel, balls slapping against each other on the way in, the desk rattling at the strength of the slamming. Aiden just stayed there, taking that wonderful tool and moaning his appreciation on the situation, thinking dimly that he might well start jerking his cock.... But the pleasure was way too much to risk moving.

The judgment had been right, the middle aged fur knew his moves well, not just fucking the warm all in repetitive motions but trying to move in different direction and angles, differentiating the pleasure for both males. The pace varied too, going from the full, slow slamming that made his knotted doghood slap against his stomach with its force to the shorter but faster thrusts that pounded his prostate to oblivion.

The dog knew himself, he could take such a fucking for just a short time before blowing his load, so he took the risk and shifted his position, his right paw going down to seize his pre-coated rod while the other arm stayed under his chin. The boxer timed his jerking to the thrusting cock's movements, synchronizing his pleasures, his prostate practically on fire the whole time.

The pressure began to built in several pleases, in the deep confines of his booty and in his balls, increasing each time his paw flew over his cock and the lionhood plunged forward. He even started moving his hips, his mind lost in the feelings and focused on one only object: obtaining his orgasm. He didn't even consider if his partner would too, the lion must be partially canine to last that long without spilling his side, though that wasn't a complain.

At last, a well aimed thrust was enough to reach his climax, his cock shooting thick rope after thick rope of white side on the desk and on the ground, as he barked loudly for his pleasure. The rod in his ass kept moving, but that didn't diminish the pleasure, on the contrary, the over stimulation of his prostate just intensified his orgasm.

Groans over him and a body pressed against his signalized that Hal had come too, but his state didn't let him care one bit, his mind just too full of pleasure. He faintly felt that cock leaving his ass, a spurt of seed following it before his hole shut closed; he could have stayed bent over the desk for hours, despite his weak knees, just basking in the afterglow.

But that didn't happen, as a paper entered his view, pushed by a golden paw. It took him some seconds to focus his eyes, but he recognized his name on it.... Along with some other words that made his sprang up on his feet, to his used ass's loud complains.

"T-This is my license!" Aiden shouted, turning to the clerk, his still hard and cum-spurting cock aimed at the lion with the wide grin.

"Yes." The older male simply answered, all the vestiges of his previous shyness gone.

"B-but if you had found it..." The dog stammered, dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Our archives tell us everything about the citizens. Everything." Hal started explaining nonchalantly, as if he hadn't tricked the young dog into sex. "If the occasion arises, we make possible to be alone with the right... fur."

"We? And wait a minute, how did you know I would... you know!" The striped canine cried out, starting to pierce the information together.

"Yes, me and Mike. And I didn't know... But I hoped you would be so bold." The lion's grin widened in a knowing expression, as if he had done that so many times that he knew his facts. Maybe the lewd lion had done it several times, luring gay men to have sex in his office and bringing them to an amazing climax...

"That is why you have lube!" The boxer accused him, finally realizing how weird was for the clerk to have lube at paw so easily.

"Not just for that. It doesn't happen often to have guy trying to bribe us... Poor Mike needs some release thanks to his bitchy wife." Hal explained, and by the looks on his face it was clear his coworker got a frequent dose of leonine cock... Which made the canine jealous. Just a bit.

"You... You didn't have the right to deceive me!" Aiden continued, but he can't help but notice that a certain rod, which he now knew very intimately, was still hard even after the sex, ready for more.

"You were willing to bribe me with your body, sir." The big cat said, stalking nearer to the other male. He was, of course, right, but still, it had been wrong of him to use him to... fuck him so well and...

The clerk was on him, so close that their hard cocks were touching now, reminding them of the sex of other, and how much they were still aroused. The golden fur smiled down on him before talking again. "It is still my lunch break, and we are still horned up. What do you think of a second round?"

The boxer thought about the offer... how angry he was for being played as a fool... But then again it wasn't that much different from the many guys who did everything to get in his pants... and he was still horny, and naked, and that cock was just inviting.

"... Fine. Just another round." Aiden lied to himself, sitting on the desk while pulling the lion into a kiss, his legs wrapping around the leonine form.