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"Hey Derek, you've had too much to drink there." An entire pyramid of shot glasses stood in front of an otter dressed in a business suit, now rumpled and with the tie completely loosened. The Friday night happy hour was just coming to a close. The lights, dull yellow, not just because of the bulbs but also because of the amount of current flowing through them was controlled.

The sound of the sports newscast was a soft drone over the slightly damp marble counter top. It was interrupted by the discord of a stool carving new grooves in the waxed floor. "Aw shut up Jeran"

The otter lurched from his slump to punch a husky dog in the arm. "What? Don't think I can hold my liquor could I?"

Jeran only leaned back, a small whiff of air ruffling the white fur on his chin. A bull of a bartender was giving the husky a look. Between the two, it was Jeran's turn tonight to be the responsible party and avoid being wasted. Unlike the otter next to the dog. The husky slipped an arm around and under. Working around the other man's flailing fist. He pulled up Derek, having the otter feel the rough denim in the jumpsuit the dog wore. Jeran carefully positioned the goofily grinning otter to avoid the many pockets holding various drafting instruments with sharp uncomfortable angles

A small fold of bills was brought from behind a company tag known for its construction equipment. "That doesn't have anything with do with you." Jeran said. "But I rather we walked out on our own two feet instead of being carried up and out by our pants." The canine' s head rested against the padded shoulder of of Derek. Their faces uncomfortably close as the canine paid their tab. The whiff of whiskey curling into the dog's nose. But Jeran barely wrinkled his snout. "Come on, I'll take you home." The pair did a three legged limp out of the bar, leaving behind the crowd that was growing in noise. "The way you are now, I wouldn't trust you driving." Jeran said as the cool night air rushed into their faces.

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Getting a taxi was easy during this time of night. When it was late enough that rush hour traffic from workers clocking in had gone but early enough that cabbies would still be alert and on the prowl. The husky had shoved the otter into the cheaply polished fake leather seating and sidled right next to Derek to keep him from flailing around on the drive home.

They had known each other long enough that , if not friends but as drinking buddies, they knew where the other lived. If one of the pair had gotten terribly wasted. Then each trusted the other to get them home and even to let both of them in. It might have been an unlikely kinship, white collar, blue collar, business and engineering, canine and mustelid. However it worked and it had stayed that way for a while.

Though it made what Derek was doing rather uncomfortable. The otter's head made a comfortable weight. Silken brown hair rubbing against Jeran's neck and making uncontrollable shivers through the dog. Once or twice Jeran had to flick his ear to clear it of the building naughtiness and warm gentle air that Derek blew.

In spite of all that or maybe because of it. Jeran gripped the otter's hip tighter, pulling his drinking buddy even closer. For what reason even the lean husky couldn't tell but at least it stopped the otter's nuzzling. Even though on the other hand, Derek was now draped across Jeran solid narrow chest in the most suggestive way possible to any outside watcher for the rest of the trip.

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The taxi couldn't have gone any slower to Derek's condominium in Jeran's opinion. The two were joined at the hip as they went up to the otter's floor. The husky nudged the door open with his foot after grinding against the otter's chest, pants and tail. The keys from Derek's back pocket were tightly wedged in the back pocket, requiring the husky to be extremely grabby in order half walk, half drag the otter inside his own home.

A velvet green couch bore its owner's body slumped all over its length. The otter still in the prime of his life had his milk chocolate hair completely ruffled. The scent of spiced shampoo and sweat whiffed into the husky's sense of smell. The sharpened edges of matted fur from business worries seemed to soften in Jeran's sight. His friend looked utterly peaceful if rather unbalanced crumpled on top of the couch nearly oblivious to the world. "Alright there. You can sleep it off now." Jeran shook his head as he turned to leave.

The otter let off a moan, too rich and deep to just be from the development of a hangover headache. Jeran froze, not daring to want to look back. However concern for his buddy had him turning. Turning to the sight of the businessman unbuttoning his collar. A navy blue tie in Derek's other hand lashed out to loop around Jeran's wrist. The husky was jolted forward as more buttons unfastened down Derek's wrinkled dress shirt.

"I'll just leave you to it. I've gotta get home. Hope I can get a cab at this hour." The dog pulled but the otter's grip even while intoxicated was still strong. All that happened was that the businessman's tie tightened its loop, sending prickles up Jeran's arm. The husky wasn't going anywhere away from Derek's couch and the husky's fingers couldn't get under the tie to break that loop keeping him here.

"Hey Derek what's the big idea?" Sweat began to form along the dog's back. The coarse fabric of his clothes beginning to chafe against his upraised fur.

White teeth pulled up in an utterly predatory grin on the otter's face. It was a grin many of Derek's business rivals seen just before the otter took them for all they were worth. But to the husky who had never witnessed the otter in the middle of doing business. It was instead his instincts screaming at him that danger was just ahead. "Heyyyy" Derek's voice was long drawn and rich, brought out by all the alcohol he drank. "I've been noticing, you've been looking a lot at me." Derek's face inched close to Jeran's ear, pulled down by that loop of fabric still shackling the husky's wrist.

"Hey, so what I've been seeing you a lot lately." Jeran's head pulled back as far as it could, the husky's Adam's apple taking a long slow rise and fall. "I mean what else are we going to do after work? Not like I have that many friends." The dog's voice grew stronger with the weight of the arguments he put forward. "Didn't think your fellow suits would go out drinking and barhopping like us."

Inside however unseen, the husky's heart raced at the upcoming dilemma looming in the distance. The otter surely couldn't have realized all those flat out wandering stares and the lingering glances in each others' eyes when their gazes met would mean something more than just being a close drinking buddy?

The husky couldn't be so lucky.

"You've been drooling at my crouch even my ass when you think I'm not looking. You horn dog." Derek gave a little thrust to demonstrate while his grin turned into a sneer more fitting of a shark who had just found out you're flat out broke and have only one thing left to offer/ "Sure, it must have been hard to resist this pretty face, but it's between here you want right?" A shit eating grin, like he just figured out a grand theory to understand everything blared out in Jeran's face as his hand was guided to the bulge between the otter's legs.

"No, no" The dog repeated, unsure whether he was addressing his friend or himself. "You're drunk Derek, you're just seeing things."

With renewed vigor, the husky dug at the loop of fabric that tethered him to his friend and this encounter that was going into a direction he was afraid he wouldn't be able to escape. Just in time the business lasso slipped off. Too bad the husky spent time clenching his hand to get some feeling back in his limb. A zipper's unfastening cut into the husky's attention.

For Jeran, everything froze. There was only one thing that this sound could belong to. But the husky refused to believe the reality of what that sound meant. He kept his eyes to the waxed hardwood floor of Derek's apartment. Not daring to look at whatever mess that Derek was setting up. But to the canine's horror, his sense of smell was utterly wrecking his attempt at self denial.

Salty musk began to bombard the dog's nostrils. And like a leash, he found himself with his gaze pulled towards his friend. And what an eyeful he got!.

With the otter's pants parting like the unfolding of a bud and a pair of dark blue boxers being roughly yanked down. Jeran was left in awe, mouth getting wet at the sight of the otter's dick flopping out and growing harder in the cool air conditioned atmosphere. It was a dark rich pink, with just the barest hint of blue veins that pulsed and only subtly distorted the smooth profile the cock had. The base was ringed around by creamy fur that had the most rich smell to it, sending blood rushing down to his own malehood.

Jaren slumped to his knees. Caused from dizziness from both of his throbbing heads. The impact of his knees to the floor was cushioned by the plush carpeting Derek's voice echoed as if more distant than the short space between the otter and husky in reality. "Come on, I know you wanted this, I'd bet you've even dreaming about it." The rock hard throbbing bone before the dog, held Jeran's attention with every bounce from the otter's heartbeat. "Come on, have a taste here Jeran, It can't hurt. "

The dog's mouth was now humid and dank with the product of accumulated lust and then it snapped closed. Jeran tried to get his drooling and his dark selfish desires under control. He had a sense of duty to his friend, this entire situation was wrong. It was taking advantage of the otter's drunken state.

Sure, the husky had to admit to himself that he had fantasied about the guy. More than a few times. From the very first time they had met over drinks and grown a friendship over drinks. But trying to take advantage of his economic better like this was never in Jeran's head.

He hesitated, his face right in the otter's now full six inch length. Wet nose just barely touching warm skin. Jaren swallowed at the sight between his eyes. The motion had his snout grazed against the underside of Derek's cock. It led to the otter moaning out "Ohhh, do go on, it's what you wanted right?"

The husky just held his head over Derek's cock, his warm breath passing over the otter's malehood. That soft warm breeze tickled the glans of Derek's length sending it twitching and the otter breathing more roughly. Dilated pupils took in every movement of Derek's rod along its smooth curve. A small clear bead of pre began to be distilled the mere touch of the canine's heavy and irregular panting.

Then the husky bent down upon his friend's cock, Sharp canines just barely grazed the skin. Jeran's tongue, hot and thick and quite flexible twirled around to embrace the otter's sensitive shaft. Both men's eyes began to glaze over. Jeran gave a few long slow licks, savoring the flavor infused from long hours in the halls of power and finance. And the husky went and the whole length of Derek straight into his throat.

Derek's resulting moan was long and drawn out, building from a small whimper in the back of his throat to broken pitches of utter ecstasy. A warm mouth teasing him, and from a friend no less. It was enough to make the otter's legs clench. And Jeran to the otter's mind was so slow, tormenting him in such a manner that surely this couldn't be the husky's first time. That gray furred head was bobbing to its own rhythm, one that was making Derek flush even harder.

Brown furred hands reached down, wanting to seize the husky's skull and drill into it. But Dereks' wrists found themselves in a tight hot grip. The otter tilted his head down, the night's barhopping slowing him down. The ache in his wrists coming from the grip of Jeran possessed. And still the dog went down on that otter cock like a pro. Every second of being engulfed by that throat, taking inch by inch. That cock head utterly engulfed and stroked by the motions of Jeran's grasping throat.

Derek's head began shaking, sending drops of sweat flying in all direction. "Grrr, come on Jeran, take it, take it all damn-it!! The businessman's hips bucked, his cock so close to the edge, but the dog took his sweet time burying the otter's bone deep. It was agony every trip back and forth, inside and out sent another fresh flood of blood throughout Derek's groin. However even that slow deliberate method of Jeran's wasn't enough to stop the otter from finally getting release.

However instead of a sudden explosion, Derek was pushed into an orgasm, one long and drawn out. It pulled him through the wringer. Every gulp of Jeran's throat acted like a bungee cord of sensation. It pushed him over the cliff and then snapped him back up to dive back down again into the rush of pleasure. Derek's cock didn't spurt out its load in one big gushing glob of white. Instead Derek's length dribbled out like a lit candle dripping wax. The dog's mouth acting like a tap, utterly controlling the progress of the otter's release. Even the twitching of the otter's manhood was regulated, hormonal commands bound in place by the constraint of the dog's wet inner muscles and breath. Derek's eyes rolled back at the strength that clutched and bent the otter back. The otter acted like he was struck by a sudden bolt of lightning, stiffened from the little death that took him. Yet finally he collapsed splayed out upon the couch. Still conscious, the otter was still sensitive and shuddered at his cock still in Jeran's mouth. The chemical signals of satisfaction never being sent out by the drawn out orgasm that tricked his body into needing more. Thankfully Jearn was just content to let the worn out otter rest his cock in the husky's mouth.

Derek's dress shirt was utterly drenched with sweat and down below, Jeran's hair was utterly mussed. The otter's eyes were closed from the experience he just underwent but slowly opened. With breath still being reigned back in, he asked. "Damn Jeran. Do wouldn't have anything else in those pockets of yours do you?"

"Let's find out." Jeran shot back. The husky leapt up to sweep the otter into his arms. With a firm grope to the otter's ass. Jeran carried his friend bridal style to the otter's bedroom. Two faces bright with drunken grins at the thought that ran through their heads/ Regardless of what regrets would come to them in the morning, they both were going to have fun tonight. All over each other.