Roomies (prologue)
Killer heard the window open just as he was getting breakfast ready. The white rabbit was always so groggy in the morning that he could barely hold his ears up. Pushing them up out of his bleary, red eyes he finished setting the three places.
"Oh, honey!" Kaard said climbing through the window, "I'm hoooome!"
The bat shook the wind out of his large ears and moved his goggles so they hung around his neck. Walking over to the table, Kaard counted the places set. "Is Mischa here?"
As if waiting for a cue the bathroom door opened and out of the released humidity stepped a doberman. Mischa wore nothing but water and a damp towel, the dripping water making his short black-and-tawney fur look extra glossy. Mischa shook himself free of excess water and the boberman's muscles rippled as he did so. Killer and Mischa had been dating for awhile now but seeing him as his boyfriend, wet and naked still seemed like some far away fantasy...
Luckily Kaard could always make things real again. "Mischa!" He spread his leathery wings, flew past the dog and snatched his the towel from around his waist. As Mischa tried to grab the towel back Killer enjoyed his eye-full. "Don't be so shy!" Kaard laughed as he flew up to the twelve foot high ceiling rafters, out of Mischa's grabbing paws. "A bod like that should be hidden away as little as possible! ^-*"
"Evil Imp!" Mischa snarled. He almost looked pissed.
"Tone down the drama, Mi," Killer said cooly, "You love the attention..."
"Oh, come on!" Misha complained, "You're supposed to back me up and I'm being humiliated here!"
"If you're going to act upset," Killer began.
"Don't wag your tail so much!" Kaard finished luaghingly.
While Kaard laughed and Killer chuckled, Mischa tried to look hurt but ended up laughing himself. "But seriously..." Mischa said finally, "It's frickin cold out here and I'm still wet!"
Kaard nuzzled the towel. "No... I think I want you naked," Kaard said, "And if you get cold enough, I know those nips of yours get all hard and yummy lookin'."
"Babe...?" Mischa turned the puppy face on Killer. Killer could never really resist the puppy face, and Mi WAS starting to shiver...
Killer grabbed an apple from the bowl and chucked it at Kaard who took it right in the forehead.
"Ouff!" was all he could say before he lost his balance and fell out of the rafters, stunned. He landed in Mischa's waiting arms. "Kills? I think you actually shook something loose this time- YIPE!" Mischa sat down hard as Kaard began groping his balls.
"Check it out! I figured out how we can all be happy!" Kaard said with a triumphant grin, "It's perfect! Mischa gets warmed up, he is prepped and left to your tender mercies, and I get to keep looking at him (and maybe you) sans clothes! <3"
"Mmmmrrhh... Evil..*gasp*...Imp...mmmm..." Mischa murred.
Now, Killer knows full well that if he doesn't do anything to stop them that Kaard will leave Mischa high and dry. Really. Nothing would come of it. He's seen it done. But jealousy is one hell of a thing...
Three fruit clobbered Kaard rapid-fire style until he scrabbled out of Mischa's lap. The barrage continued until Kaard found himself crouching behind the kitchen counter.
"Thanks, Babe!" the muscled doberman hugged his mate from behind, his member poking Killer through his night pants, "I thought he would never get off me! But he left me with this boner and-"
"You could have stopped him..." Killer said, eyes flashing.
"Auh! Wait! That was-" Mischa fumbled over words while Killer rolled up his sleaves, showing off his own built arms. In one quick move Killer had Mischa's cock in a painful grip tight enough to milk a bead of precum from it. Mischa almost collapsed but stayed up by holding on to Killer's shoulders. "Aah! Kills...!" was all he could utter.
"You're not even putting up a fight," Killer muttered.
"'Cause this's friggin hot...?" Mischa said with a pain filled grin, "And you're so cute when you get all jeal-Ow ow ow ow!" Killer twisted till Mischa found himself on his knees with the bunny kneeling next to him and smirking. "Cute, huh?" Killer loosened his grip and they both watched Mischa's dick throb as weals started to form and the head was well swollen.
"Bet you're real sensitive right now," Killer tickled the underside of Mischa's rod and Mischa through his head back and murred loudly. "Aww, man!" Mischa moaned, "No more teasing! I can't take it!"
"Ehehe," Killer snickered, "Beg a little more."
Mi turned on the puppy face. "Please, Boss... I gotta get off. I need you to do it. You always do it just right! Please, Boss? I need it!"
It didn't happen often but getting Mischa like this always made Killer horny.
"Lay back, Pup." Killer cooed.
Mischa complied, tongue lolling out of his muzzle, wimpering quietly when Killer hesitated.
Killer licked from the base of the shaft slowly to the head. As the tongue touched the sore parts on his cock Mischa gasped in ecstasy. The sensation was intensified as Killer took him slow and hard into his mouth. "Oho, man! This feels so good..." Mischa twisted his paw fingers through Killers head fur and lifted his hips a little, pressing further into the rabbit's mouth. With the dober still in his mouth Killer licked two of his own paw-fingers until they were slick and teased the canine's tail hole. "Ah fuck, Babe," Mischa groaned, "Please, Boss, do it?"
Mischa gasped and murred as first one finger then the other entered him and started messaging.
Having his Pup's cock in his mouth, the pre rolling on his tongue and sliding down his throat made Killer hum with pleasure. Listening to Mischa moan always got him hard. He began working on his own erection through his night pants. He messaged his cock in rhythm with which he sucked on Mi's, keeping the fingers of his other hand going the whole time in the doberman's ass.
"Oh! Aah, Babe! I'm gonna cum!" Mischa cried out. "Aaa yea! Oh OOhhhOooooohhhrgh!" he ended in a howl as he started shooting his seed. Killer sucked and swallowed as wave after wave pounded down his throat. He felt his mouth fill then, despite his best efforts, felt the cum start seeping out of his mouth to dribble down Mischa's cock. The smell and taste of cum made him pump faster on his own dick.
Mi pulled Killer's lips away from his half-hard, still shooting meat and Killer took a shot to the face.
Mischa pushed his bunny onto his back and lapped his balls as the rabbit pumped faster, all through his pajamas. Mi reached up under the night shirt and played with his nipples. The pressure was building in Killer's nethers and he knew he couldn't hold it off for much longer.
"Ah! Goddam, guys!"
Startled by the third voice Killer came immediately. Smelling this, Mischa yanked down the pj bottoms and earned a nose covered in bunny cum. The next shot landed on the dog's waiting tongue, the next down his throat as his lips closed over Killer's peice.
"Are you still here?" Killer asked between moans, looking towards the kitchen table. Kaard licked a drop of his own cum from his right paw.
"Well sure. Dinner, a gorgeous sunrise, AND a rare sexual display from you?" he chuckled, "Who in their right mind would miss that? BTW, was I right or what? We're all satisfied..."
Few things irked Killer more than proving Kaard right.
Killer was about to say as much when he glimpsed the clock. "Crap! Get up, man!," He swatted at Mischa who was firmly attached to his cock, "We're gonna be late! You gotta work!"
"And you need to go to school, Cotton-butt." Kaard added. "And it is WAAAAY past my bedtime." Kaard stretched and approached the other two as the were getting up. Kaard was completely nude, having abandoned his clothes in the kitchen. His leaner musclesflowing under his fur as he moved. He flew up to the rafters to hang upside down, his sleeping position. "Good mornig, and have a good day, Bun-Bun," Kaard said curling up.
Good morning and sweet dreams, Imp-ie." Killer said as he escorted Mischa back to the shower.
"Y'know?" Mi said, "A coupla years ago and I'd've never believed what I'd just seen, or been apart of."
"What dya mean?"
"You two getting along so well."
"Yea..." Killer said.
They both had changed a lot, for better or worse, since first moving into this dream of a loft...