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Courage hadn't taken many friends rock climbing. Ordinarily it was something he liked to do on his own. Up until he met Finn, Courage liked to do most things on his own - and he wasn't certain if his mate knew that sharing this experience was kind of a big deal.

However, there is one thing that Courage did know. And it's that his boyfriend looked_good_ in a harness.

Usually it was rock climbing 101 that you don't check out other dude's packages on the wall. Women's groins either, for that matter, but Courage wasn't really paying attention to those anyway. For Finn, however, he'd break all the rules. In fact, he was already breaking a pretty big one at that moment. You were NOT supposed to get boners at the gym.

Mainly this was because it was just 100% impossible to hide a boner while wearing one of those damned harnesses. All it took was a single glance up at his mate, dangling around like a well-packaged buffoon, and up came the semi. Then, while watching his kitten's tight package jiggle around as Finn hopped from rock to rock, the semi turned into a full fledged boner. It strained against Courage's shorts, his dick on maximum lift, and at this point he had fallen into a self-sustaining loop of arousal. He had a boner right there in his family friendly rock gym. Just the most inexcusable, public boner. It couldn't be hid, nor even moderately rearranged as to not be noticeable - and the fact he was noticeable kept him just as hard as ever.

Finn, on the other hand, was patently noticeable even without being hard. Either the kit really WAS well endowed (which was of course true), or the harness was playing mind games on Courage (also probably true). But that bulge had Courage's attention, and his own boner grew as his thoughts became more distracted.

"Uhm, honey?" Courage called up to his lanky boyfriend.

"Yeah, hey, what's up dude?"

Dude? Really?

"I just, uh-" Courage trailed off, not sure where to even begin. His mate was tenuously tethering himself to the wall with an errant paw. The rest of him was tangled up in his harness. He had... flipped upside down, somehow? A few times, maybe? It was perfectly safe, these places tended to be certain degrees of idiot proof (good thing, too!) - but there was just no explaining this one. It's just... how!?

"You know what hun, nevermind." At least the kit was having fun.

"Suit yourself boo." Finn rappelled off playfully which caused Courage to maneuver the ropes below him.

_Boo? Dude?_Finn never talked like that. Probably he was just excited. Finn tended to do strange things when he was excited.

But then, Courage was getting pretty excited too.

It was the harness,_man. Tangled up in rope, dorky as ever, he was still wearing the_harness. The base of his tail was perfectly accentuated, and Courage could perfectly envision exactly where his mate's tail hole lay. Not to mention his ass as a whole. The harness actually gave his kitten an ass. His marvelous stick of a boyfriend, lanky with big doofy paws, and a super, sweeping tail that constantly betrayed his emotions - and the harness actually gave him an ass.

Surely Courage had known that rock climbing gyms were a certain type of magic. There was a solace which came whilst climbing that you just didn't get anywhere else.

But he had no way of knowing that these harnesses contained magic.

It made him glance down at his own crotch, his erection growing more auspicious by the Finn-ogling-moment. Maybe he just hadn't noticed it before, but even his own package had become wonderfully accentuated as well.

Stop it. For fucks sake, horncat. Stop it.

"Yo, look at me! I'm doing the splits!"

"What on earth-" Courage garbled his words as he glanced up and Finn was literally doing mid air splits directly above him. His package was 100% on display, more bulging than ever. Not to mention Finn was wearing those shorts of his anyway, which already showed off his surprisingly tasty thighs. The cat walked everywhere, so under his black fur was the just barely textured sea of perfectly toned muscle.

Point being, Courage wanted that harnessed booty. He wanted it bad.

"Hey, so, uh, hun," Courage said, not bothering to hide the fact he was distracted. He even scratched himself in a meager attempt to adjust his erection. It was at full mast by now, and there just wasn't any hiding it whatsoever - nor any room in it to get more comfortable. Courage only rarely wore undies (usually when trying to look sexy for Finn), so the barbs on his tip were pressed directly against his canvas shorts in a way that made conversation understandably difficult. "Why don't you, uh, get down here for a second?"

"Oh, yeah? What's up?" Finn spun upside down (so agile!) and ogled at his mate. "Oh. You are."

Courage's ears burned at the point blank statement, and he rushed a paw to his crotch as though to hide the evidence. Like that would stop any onlooker from knowing what was going on.

"Just, get down here, please." Courage muttered, knowing Finn's hearing could pick it up easily.

"Babe, you are a hundred-percent holding me in place up here, you know."

"Oh, er, uh, right."

Courage let up a little slack on his end of the rope, and his remarkably tangled boyfriend started his descent. The way Courage was positioned he had a full, glorious view. Here comes that booty, ever closer, and bigger and more lush than ever. The package was right up in his field of vision, and now he was close enough to smell his musk, and oh God it's a good thing the gym isn't busy right now.

At the last moment Courage skipped out of the way, just when Finn's foot paws were nearly on him.

What's gotten into me!? Serious? It's just a fucking harness!

Yeah, more like a_fucking_ harness.

Dear God I need to get laid.

"So, hey." Finn said coyly. Somehow he had stepped right out of his tangled mess, pretending like he had known what he was doing all along. And here, either thankfully or regrettably, Finn lacked all manner of social grace. The kit sidled right up against Courage and placed a paw brazenly against the cougar's crotch. "What's going on?"

"Finn!"_Courage hissed. He stepped back from the naughty kitten, inadvertently exposing more of the impossible-to-hide tent in his shorts. "_You'll get us kicked out!"

"Relax," Finn mused, ever cool and confident. "This place is a ghost town."

The panther took a confident step forward while unhooking himself from the wall, and Courage just jerked his thumb towards the nice family on the opposite side of the room.

This stopped Finn for only a moment. "There's no employees here.

With the panther still advancing, Courage jerked his head to the side, motioning towards a badger in black slacks and a tucked in red shirt. Carl, the manager.

Finn eyed Courage suspiciously. Then his glare shifted to a playful one. Courage had come to simultaneously love and hate that playful glare.

"Don't do it," Courage cautioned under his breath. Finn paid no attention.

"I need to use the restroom!" Finn announced loudly. The family hardly gave pause, although it did elicit the attention of Carl. Courage meeped and hopped behind his mate, hoping to obscure his tell-tale crotch.

"Yeah, sure, it's right around that bend."

"Hey thanks. Come on hunny!" Finn brazenly grabbed Courage's paw and lead him away towards the restroom.

"Finn! FINN!"_Hiss as much as he wanted, his mate just wasn't listening. He had practically _announced his intentions to the entire gym. But the family didn't notice, and he glanced back apologetically, nay,pleadingly, towards Carl. It was a look that said I come here all the time, I love this place, please forgive my boyfriend dear God I'm so sorry don't kick us out.

The look he got back was, Go get 'em, tiger.

_Seriously!?_Courage thought, resigned to his fate. This place was supposed to be family friendly! But maybe that was more like, friendly towards making a family. In the restroom. With his gay lover.

In either case it was apparently happening, which is something Courage continually denied all the way up to the act itself. Finn locked the door behind them - but the panther obviously wasn't serious. Finn had taken the back of Courage's head and caressed the base of his ear with an extended claw - but surely the kitty was joking. The harmless, family friendly kitty - yup, that's my ass he's groping. But, he was just being silly, right? He wouldn't actually - aaaand that's my crotch.

At this time the idea of resistance fled his mind entirely. The scent of his boyfriend and the paw on his rock hard boner was all he needed for common decency to be thrown out. Sure, he thought, he could get behind the idea of fucking in the bathroom of his favorite climbing gym. His place of solace, where he worked out his stress, practically where he and his brother had grown up. The memories here, the year long memberships.

Yeah, he could have sex here.

And apparently that's what was about to happen. Finn had pressed him against the door, his paw rubbing the cougar firmly through his shorts. Finn was growing hard himself, and his package felt even bigger now that it was his boner framed by that damn harness. Then there was the kissing. The glorious kissing. The full bodied, muzzles intertwined, jaws locked together by two perfectly tilted maws. And the tongue - oh, the tongue. It was eager, from both of them. Let me taste you, and you'll taste me too, and then we'll become one in the most messy, intimate, and _ fantastic _ way possible.

Yeah, it was on. It was definitely on.

Courage started to return the fervor, because now Finn had breached the point of no return. If Courage was going to soil one of his Safe Places with such a defiling act, then they were going to soil the fuck out of it. He pushed back against his kitten, and although Finn had the height advantage, he simply wasn't as built as Courage, not by a long shot, and he was easy to overpower.

He was going to show Finn for getting him riled up. For defiling his Safe Place. For leading him so brazenly into the bathroom. For thinking he could tease and shove his package around, and his shapely rear, and his flexing flashing which-way tail, and actually _get away with it!_That just wouldn't do, not one bit.

Finn needed to be taught a lesson, and Courage was damn well going to give it to him.

Finn knew it, too. That playful, cocky grin said it all. Finn actually thought he would get away with it. Something else about the magic harness, though, is that it made Finn's package delightfully grabbable. One firm paw on that bubbled groin put Finn right in his place. And a little additional squeeze let him know who was really in charge. Then the kitten murp'd as Courage added yet a little more squeeze, flexing his claws around the well framed sack.

"This is mine, now," Courage growled. It was this exact moment that Courage lived for - in life, yes, but in their relationship in particular. It was the moment of "I'm in charge." The moment of, "You listen to me, now." And mainly, he lived for the moment of "Oh Fuck" that reflected in Finn's muzzle.

Kitty was in trouble now. And kitty knew it.

Finn knew better than to resist when Courage got into Alpha mode. There was the playful resistance, sure - but that was when Courage was feeling like a playful dom. This time, however, Courage felt like unadulterated domination - and that called for equal levels of submission. Finn recognized that he had started this, and he was fully prepared to allow Courage to finish it.

Besides, the panther_loved_ getting fucked senseless.

Using his pressure on the cat's balls as guidance, Courage pushed Finn up against the opposite wall. Obediently Finn spread a leg out in an effort to grant his mate better access, but it wasn't quite enough for Courage. Finn started to whimper at the grip on his sack when Courage started to lead him down towards the floor.

His testicles were trapped in a cage formed by the cougar's claws. Even through his shorts the points formed exactly the perfect line between Ouch, my tenders, and Oh God my tenders please fuck me now. Currently Finn was in the latter stage, and there was something wonderfully domineering about being led towards the floor by a powerful presence literally grabbing you by the balls.

Finn didn't piece together that it was the magic harness which brought this all about. Courage, however, knew that buying a magic sex harness was now high_on his list of priorities. In fact, it was directly behind _fuck the kitten. _ Now. _

"Undo my harness,cat." Courage spat the word commandingly, flexing again on his mate's sack. Finn whimpered and obeyed, reaching up from his position sprawled out on the floor, with his legs spread wide open for access - and started fumbling with the mechanisms. Courage made a mental note to reward the cat for his alacrity. For a bumbling panther, he figured out the mess of straps rather quickly.

Courage shed his harness swiftly, and immediately after he unbuttoned his shorts. His erection sprang free and Courage let out a powerful sigh. He had been struggling against that fabric for quite some time now. And now that the shaft was free, Finn didn't waste a moment in getting to work.

Understanding what his mate wanted, and having been put in a position to please, Finn started rubbing at Courage's stiff shaft, tickling at his barbs with a paw pad. However, Courage exercised his life-long defense mechanism of stoicism, not letting on how turned on his was, or how close he was to cumming just from that brief stimulation. God he was pent up - but he was in a mood to dominate his cat, and so couldn't let himself cum just yet. There was much work to be done first.

"Play with_yourself,_ cat. I want you to show me what it is I bought." Slave play felt like a good way to spice things up further, and dear God was Finn receptive. Obediently Finn retracted his paw, and with exactly the right mix of humility and shame he started to feel himself up. With his legs spread wide Finn rubbed against his own thighs. He traced his claw against his uncomfortably straining rod, and he squirmed against Courage's paw which still hadn't left his sack. By now Finn had accustomed himself to the pressure on his balls and was ready to handle more, pushing himself away from the commanding grasp and moaning at the sharp increase of pressure.

Courage was happy to oblige and gave the package a sudden squeeze, bumping barely past the line of pleasure and pain, moving into the territory of you-are-now-my-bitch. Finn whimpered powerfully and thrust up into the air, as though seeking relief for his ever straining hard-on. Then Finn instinctually led both paws to his rear, lifting it up in the air so he could start to tease himself. This also lead his shaft closer towards his mate, in the hopes that Courage might offer him some relief. It also helped to relieve some of the pressure on his balls, which had started to build to unbearable. The relief was short lived, however. Courage flexed just his foreclaw to assert that he was still in charge.

"I want a _show,_cat." Courage used his free paw to start to undo Finn's harness. The time had come for the proper fucking the kitty deserved. Finn was squirming all around the floor, now, not knowing what to do with his paws or with his hips. Does he relieve the pressure on his nuts, or increase it, and does he play with his ass or help to undo his harness, and would that make his master pleased or displeased, and would that increase the pressure on his balls, and so forth. It didn't last for long, though, because soon the harness was free, and soon after that Finn's shaft was free.

Soon after that, his balls were free, too.

Glorious freedom. The pressure was lifted, his sharp control mechanism released. The tingling line between pleasure and pain had been replaced by the tingling of absence, and Finn lamented that freedom as much as his nuts seemed to enjoy the reprieve. It only lasted for a moment though, because now that his groin was properly released Courage shot his paw into his kittens shorts, rushing past his shaft and down past his balls. The tawny paw grabbed at Finn's rear, lifted it up, and shoved two fingers in.

Finn started a yelp as the dry pawpads forced their way in, and Courage stifled the cry with an urgent kiss. Using all of his strength he dug into his mate's rear, diving his fingers entirely in, and then used the leverage to push Finn up against the wall. Using his fingers he started to massage Finn's prostate, wasting no time in preparing the kit for the proper fucking he was about to receive. In no time at all Finn was humping back against his paw, letting the entire weight of his rear dangle upon Courage's two fingers, placing remarkable pressure directly against his insides. Then Finn started to touch himself, and rubbed against his shaft. And then Courage flexed his two fingers and dragged Finn up further, emphasizing the power against his prostate. And then, remarkably and regrettably, the panther came.

With so little direct stimulation there erupted ropes of cum. As always, the strands of silky white contrasted sharply with his black fur, and slicked every patch it hit with a shimmer Courage had come to love. He wasted no time in seizing the moment, and he placed his paw up against his mate's tip. Most of the cum Courage was able to catch, and when his mate was mostly done he shoved the pool of cum up against Finn's muzzle.

"Drink, slave,"_Courage commanded. Obediently Finn opened his muzzle wide and Courage let the kitten's own cum dribble into his muzzle. Finn started to lick his master's paw clean while still Courage was milking his prostate, bringing Finn's pleasure to the point of unbearable. It was time to break through that wall, though - because Courage was ready to _fuck.

Still using his fingers as leverage Courage pulled Finn towards him. Then he removed both his paws from the panther - one from his ass, the other from his muzzle - to drag down the rest of Finn's shorts. He also tugged Finn's shirt off roughly, and he might have even heard an accidental rip as he did so. Small price to pay for the dominance, and for the marvelous reward of naked, submissive kitty before him.

Just a few moments ago Finn was an unexpectedly sexy, harnessed god of Fuck-Me. And now there was only a meek, black kitten, free for the taking. The sort of cute, naive kitten who would only ask that his master be gentle, although he knew such a request would be futile. And so he remained silent, understanding that this was his place in life. To please, and to be used as his master saw fit. And master was ready to fuck. Precum would serve as lube, and that tight ass against his barbs would serve as the stimulation - because Courage was ready to breed the fuck out of his submissive cat.

Courage shuffled over Finn's leg, placing him in fucking position, and forcefully lifted Finn's ass to line up the shot. Even though Finn was trying his best to comply Courage didn't pay any heed - he forced Finn into exactly the position he wanted. He wanted Finn to feel helpless, and so Courage flexed, holding his mate in place with far more vigor than was necessary. Finn wouldn't be able to move if he wanted to, and he was utterly helpless, lost in the grip of a far superior predator. And still maintaining his predatory grip, Courage brought Finn in towards his dick.

First he teased his prey by pretending to be gentle. He gave the impression of safety, that he was going to go in slow. And once he was positioned, once his tip was right against his mate's unsuspecting hole, he slammed his way in, making an audible smack as their nethers rammed together. And this time, he didn't bother to stifle Finn's sharp, and painfully audible, cry.

"You're _ mine, _cat." Courage growled. Now he crouched over Finn and grabbed him by the shoulders, crunching the cat down sharply onto his dick with every thrust. "You belong to me."

Finn could only whimper his assent, a brief half acknowledgement made between the pained groans of Please God Master, Fuck me More.

In truth, Courage didn't expect to last as long as he was. Just moments earlier he felt he could pop at a moment's notice. But now he was in role, and he was showing his cat what it meant to have a good time. What it meant to be utterly and brutally fucked. And with that mission statement in mind, Courage knew he wouldn't stop until Finn couldn't walk for a week.

He roared and lifted up Finn's lower half, then digging into the floor he thrusted into his cat and kept on pushing. Courage used his dick to shove his mate up into the corner, which elicited yet another passionate cry. Now that his prize was trapped, with nowhere to run or hide, Courage brutally fucked the helpless kit.

Roughly Courage manipulated Finn's limbs into position. Already Finn was awkwardly lain on his upper back, but Courage wasn't satisfied until only his mate's rear was presented. The rest of the cat was tucked away, crammed as tightly as possible, and all the while Courage thrusted away.

Ferociously he pounded into his kitten. He fucked his hole senselessly. His primal urges had entirely taken over, and a part of Courage even recognized that Finn would bear the battle wounds of tonight for weeks to come. However, not a single part of Courage cared. For that matter, Finn didn't care himself. He wanted it. This was all about dominance, there could be no question about it now. This was intense, and it was primal. Finn knew that he belonged to his mate, undeniably and without question, and he wanted to be taken as such.

Courage started to growl in his exertion, and his growl began to turn into a roar. When he began to lose purchase on the floor he grabbed at Finn and kept fucking him anyway, never losing sight of his objective and goal.

Their cries had become one. Finn was singing like the submissive cat he was, and the cries were so high pitched that Courage might as well have been fucking an honest to God queen. And at that moment Courage felt like a king, his powerful roars coming as a surprise even to him. Lions didn't roar like this, not in any movie, and certainly not in any porn. And Finn had already been marked by Courage's claws, piercing as they dug into his luscious hide. Now it was time to mark his cat in one, final way.

With one last thrust, and with an ultimate roar, Courage came. Like the true predator he was he dug his teeth into Finn's shoulder, crushing his mate in the force of his orgasm. Finn himself mewled so sharply that his balls retracted fully inward, with a full body orgasm rocketing through him. His orgasm even matched stride with the furious cum which flooded into him.

Never before had Courage shot such ropes. What was objectively an instant felt like eternity, and every pump of his nuts was full, drawn out, and exact. He was putting his all into his mate's rear, methodically emptying out every ounce of cum he had. The force of his orgasm might very well have found a way to get Finn pregnant anyway, biology and physics be damned.

Then, as powerfully as the orgasm came, it went. Still Courage snarled and growled possessively, and still Finn mewled and moaned as a proper kitten should, and still Courage kept his maw clasped into his mate. He knew that once his grip released there would be a lasting mark. But he also knew that once he released his grip their roleplay would be finished, and he wanted to stay like this for as long as possible, for both of their sakes. Finn was still lost in orgasm and not at all ready to separate, and Courage needed time too. He needed to come down from his primal rage, and soon that unbridled passion and control shifted into pure and unbridled love.

Dominating sex was remarkably fun, sure - but it was private, and intimate. Not only was it invigorating to take someone so completely, but Courage was humbled that he was even allowed to. Especially in a tender moment like this, the last thing Courage wanted was to hurt his mate in any way, so he started to pull out. However, Finn whimpered powerfully when he did, so Courage dug his way back in, understanding that Finn wasn't ready to separate yet. For as sacred as this moment felt to Courage, he knew his mate must be feeling way, way, way more vulnerable.

So instead Courage snuggled up close to his mate and laid Finn out gently on the floor. They were still locked together, and he held his mate tenderly, and more gently than he knew himself capable of. Courage caressed the back of Finn's head, and traced lines along his fur.

"I love you, beautiful cat." Courage purred, comforting Finn and assuring him that everything was, in fact, alright.

"I love you too," Finn whispered, at once humbled at having been taken so completely, and also terrified by it. He had never felt anything like that before, and neither had Courage, and the two laid together collectively helping each other through the emotional drain of the most powerful lovemaking in their lives.

It might have been minutes, it might have been hours. All they knew is that they wanted to stay this way forever. Neither of them broke the silence, and at a certain point they both expected to be interrupted at any moment. But for now it was a worry far, far in the back of their minds.

Right now, there were only the two of them.

And it was around this time they agreed that it would be the two of them, always, and forever. Finn belonged to Courage, now. And Courage belonged to Finn.

Finn even carried the scars to prove it.