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Saturday morning is usually the best time to see a movie. There's barely anyone in the theater with Tom and I. Then again, this is the same movie I saw last night, with Britney. I'm not sure how long I can take watching this CGI pixie float around the screen. Stupid cub movie.

Tom's arm squeezes my shoulder a little bit, pushing his black, feathery fur against mine. The arm rest between us had been put up and out of our way even before the movie started. My paw drifts around on the top of his lap. I shouldn't, I mean, I do work here. But, there's no one else in this screen, it's not like anyone would notice.

Playfully, I snap off the top button of Tom's shorts, making an audible "Clack." He turned his head and looked around the seats. He must have came to the same conclusion that I did.

"You sure you won't get in trouble?"

I answer by pulling down the rest of his zipper, then looking up at him and letting him pull me into a kiss. His tongue was just slightly avian, and his muzzle was slightly stiff, like a beak. My sweet Crovy.

When we break apart, my paw reaching slowly into his pants, his mouth started to move, but stopped. I thought he was going to say something, but he just blushed and put one of his feathery paws against my chest, unbuttoning my shirt.

His length bulged against his underwear and my paw. It was still in his sheath but dripping just a little onto one sensible spot on the cloth. I dove in, rubbing the raw sheath and feeling the knot within bulge  and thicken. He moaned slightly, barely audible with childish voices blasting from the screen.

He was the best pett'er I knew. His paw fondled the inside of my shirt and rubbed my chest. He would glide down softly and then push up sternly, pushing against the grain of my fur. The tingling felt so great. It almost makes me shiver.

I pulled back his sheath, and pressed my pads against his warm flesh. His member was very moist, greasing my paw as soon as I touched it. My sheath was pushing against my jeans. I looked again to check that there was absolutely no other soul in the theater with us. It should be alright, then.

With my other paw I grabbed inside my back pocket and pulled out a ring concealed in a wrapper. I nudged his nose, so he would open his eyes, and held it for him to see. I was noticeably blushing, I felt the blood in my muzzle. He looked a little startled himself. I forced out a few words that I had meant to sound sexy.

"Would you- I mean, do you want, I..." I tried to think of anything clever but found nothing. "I want you to be my first," the truth worked too. He still didn't say anything to me. "I - know we're in... here, but I really -"

He spoke, with his action, pulling me into a deep kiss, grabbing firmly in my shirt.

"I'd love to." He told me.

He pulled off the rest of my shirt, and started with my pants before he caught a thought. He gave me a nervous look.

"Where exactly are we, uhh?" He gave a few nervous chuckles.

"The floor is, well, it's the first show so it's clean." I though he might protest, but when he looked at the nice amount of space on the floor for us he caught an eager look.

He slid the rest of my pants down my legs, making me feel just a little exposed, until he scooted closer into me. I slid his shirt up, and when he threw his arms up for me, pulled it off, and hugged him tightly. His bare fur felt so nice, a few stray feathers mixed with the hair on his thick body.

I slid off the folding movie chair and sat on his and my shirts that were tossed on the floor. He came down with me and pushed me, gently, onto my back, hovering between my spread legs. He kissed me and while he did so I heard the sound of wrappings and him fiddling with himself.

I had done things like this with myself before, but no more than my own fingers, and not often enough to say that I was prepared, and Tom was pretty big. I bought a per-lubricated condom for a reason.

"Ready?" He whispered. We were buried behind the rows of seats and he had been pawing around the space under my tail. Each stroke of his pad had made me want to twitch.

"Yeah, go slow." I was smiling into his eyes. I lifted my legs up just a little and he brought himself closer, his shaft bouncing against my sack. He started to lick at my neck, with his left paw on one of my legs and his other rubbing my shaft.

His shaft prodded me, going lower until pressing into my end. His moistness transferred to me, and he pushed slightly harder and harder. The pressure built until it slipped in and stung, just a little. I made a weak moan and he made a stronger one. He stopped what felt like half way inside me.

"You okay, honey?" he cooed.

"Yeah," I started to un-cringe as the sting melted. I relaxed myself and loosened my legs. "K - keep going."

He pushed deeper into me, until the edge of his not rubbed against me, warmer than the rest of his length. He pulled back and thrust back in, causing me to squeak a little. He giggled into my neck.

"M'yu're cyut." He muffled as he licked my neck.

"G- go, faster h- hot shot."

He took my neck into his mouth, biting gently. This time he thrust harder. My legs tightened around his, ankles locking. My arms squeezed him, pulling his chest to mine.

His thrusts started getting faster, and more importantly, harder. His knot went from just tapping my hole to barraging it, threatening to make an entrance. I was already feeling stretched by his shaft alone. The feeling was great though, and every stroke of his paw on my length made me burn with pleasure.

"Kn- knot me."

"M'yu shore?"

"Please." I breathed. I squeezed him tighter, trying to brace myself as he thrust forcefully against me. I almost yelped. He thrust again harder and I did yelp, and then moaned.

His knot slipped into my small entrance, pushing the rest of his length even deeper. He kept pushing and securing the knot's location inside me. The size was bursting within me, pressing firm against the walls of my prostate. The sensation seemed to spread from there to the head and bulb of my shaft where Tom was rubbing me.

He couldn't thrust much more after his knot finished swelling, firmly locking it in place and stretching me into all end. He had tensed up and relaxed once he finished thrusting, and with his paw, pushed me to orgasm myself. I was dripping onto my stomach, and I could feel his hot seed start to fill the condom inside me. He still had his jaw clamped onto my neck.

We were lying together, just breathing, listening to the high pitched sounds of childish music playing around us. He had almost gone limp laying into my chest and neck. It felt amazing to have him inside me, stretching me out, and on top of me. He let go of my neck, saliva dripping from his muzzle, and gave me another look with his maw agape. What was he trying to say?

He blushed and put his maw down into my neck again, but I pulled his head up, looking him in the eyes.

"You can tell me anything." I had a feeling I knew what he might say.

"I just was, I-" he stumbled around his words. "I love you."

I knew it, but it was still unexpected. My feelings for him and the high from coming down from an orgasm had me nearly fainting.

I wanted to hear him say it again.

"What?"

"I - Love you." He repeated himself.

I squeezed him tighter and buried my muzzle into his. "I love you too, Crovy."

We cleaned ourselves up, as much as we could, but still decided we'd need a detour to the bathroom. On our way out, I saw Andrew, working again, waiting to come in and clean the screen.

"We were the only one's in there," I gestured to the drink cups I was holding, and the balled up napkin Tom was, with the condom in it, of course.

"Hey, Andrew right?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, you're his boyfriend, right?" Andrew didn't pretend to know Tom's name.

"Yep." He grabbed my paw.

Andrew looked like he could smell something. He also seemed to have something to say, but since he wasn't, I assumed it couldn't be said in front of Tom.

"You can go ahead, Crovy, I'll be out in a minute."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

Once he was out of earshot, Andrew started.

"Just go with the fox."

"I am."

He looked relieved.

"- and Tom."

"You're messing around with two fucking furs."

"They aren't complaining."

"They don't know."

He had a point. They didn't know. And, as far as I was concerned, they wouldn't know any time soon. I just have to ease them into it, then it'd be fine.

Later I could tell them and then it'd be fine.

"They both care about me."

"They're both seventeen, they care about anything."

"They love me!"

"And so do every pair of sex driven children love each other."

"Not the same."

"Why do you smell?"

"Smell?"

Andrew looked at me, and back into the theater.

"Y'all fucking did it in there didn't you?"

"No." My stomach rumbled.

"You're gon'na get your ass fired."

"They don't have cameras in the screens."

"Doesn't mean it didn't happen. Them not knowing doesn't mean you aren't cheating."

"I'm not cheating."

"Cuckolding, Adultury, being an ass-hole. Whatever you want to call it."

"Fuck off." I walked past him, pushing him to the side, and into the bathroom. I liked Andrew. He was a good person, but always made a point to bitch about this and that. It was like he thought what I was doing was wrong.