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Marius the lion and Adrian the bat lay naked, sprawled across the mess of pillows and blankets over in Marius's room of the apartment. The morning sun warmed their fur in bands. They listened to the bass guitar riffs in a new shimmer-pop track Marius found. The lion glanced over at the bat every now and again to see if he was into it. It seemed to be a mediocre reaction overall with Adrian staring sternly at the ceiling. Still, their old agreement allowed comments only at the end of their selected back and forth song list. Next up was likely to be some headbanging breakbeat or classic metal, Adrian’s pick.

It was a tradition the two had since they were kids. The music sharing, not the steamy sex. The bubbly, clean-cut lion and the stoner-punk bat had vastly different tastes in music but they often found common ground. Styx. Tchaikovsky. Deadmau5. The two ranged so far and wide across genres and eras that their paths were bound to cross sometimes.

That, and it was a good way to cool down without saying much after one of their...sessions.

Last night was a rough string of denials for Adrian. Man after man found some way to spurn or ditch him. One of the guys he'd flirted with even brushed him off saying, "...wouldn't want to catch whatever fleas you're carrying." Adrian consoled himself with one too many vodka cranberries and hit his low-point heaving into a pub toilet. Meanwhile, Marius was still lamenting his latest break-up with gelato and shitty sitcoms back at their shared place. Their other roommates, Lori and Kirana, were out for the weekend so Marius hadn't bothered to dress that day, lounging in a oversized shirt and plaid pajama pants. His mane was in tangles, it’s shifting color was a mix of dull cerulean and gray. The lion was spread across the couch when Adrian stumbled back in, dressed in his self-cropped black tank and ripped jeans. The bat was decently sober by then, enough to navigate the metro and Uber home.

Adrian and Marius locked eyes across the dark apartment for a silent moment.

“Hi,” said Marius.

“Hey,” said Adrian.

“Bad night?” Marius asked.

Adrian ran a hand up across his face and through his hair. “Yeah.”

Marius slumped back on the armrest. “Same.”

Before either of them really realized what was happening, Adrian had crossed the room and sank his fingers into Marius’ hair. A sudden streak of his mane turned violet, a color Adrian knew well. The two kissed, hard and messy. Adrian slipped a hand up Marius’ shirt, scratching his chest. Marius grabbed Adrian around the waist, lifting him onto his lap. They wrestled tongues as they blindly disrobed and stroked each other wherever they found bare fur.

It was far from the first time they’d fucked; they knew each other’s turn-ons. Marius traced circles around Adrian's sensitive nipples. Adrian pulled on Marius’ ears, running a claw along the back of his neck. In moments, they were naked, frotting and leaking precum on each other. Adrian pivoted, placing his knees on either side of Marius’s head and his hands by the lion’s waist, then sank his maw down Marius’ rigid cock. Marius moaned for a few moments before Adrian dropped his hips down and Marius swallowed Adrian to the hilt almost immediately. The two 69’d with sloppy abandon, only occasionally coming up for air. Marius’s style involved lots of tongue, swirling around Adrian’s tip, working up and down the shaft. Adrian preferred bobbing up and down in rhythm applying lots of suction until Marius cried out in a mix of desperation and ecstasy.

“Stop! Stop! Not yet!” Marius shouted. Adrian withdrew from Marius’ pulsing cock with a pop.

“Thought you might,” said Adrian smirking.

“You bitch,” growled Marius through heavy breaths. He grabbed Adrian by his ass, dull claws digging into his cheeks, and yanked him down. Adrian gasped as Marius rimmed him deep. His textured cat tongue rubbed inside his ring, sending surges of heat to his cock.

“Ffff…fuck man…” Adrian groaned. The bat’s brain was going foggy with the erotic buzz but he had enough cognisance to stroke Marius’s cock slowly. Marius licked and clawed with reckless abandon. He felt painfully hard, fire filling his gut. One gentle stroke from Adrian’s soft paw nearly sent him over the edge. Marius pushed the bat off roughly, prompting one of his uncharacteristically cute squeaks of surprise. Marius usually wasn’t so coarse with his partners but Adrian always sparked something beastly and furious in him. The lion grasped Adrian around his waist again and fully slung him over his shoulder, marching to his bedroom.

Marius chucked Adrian on the bed. The bat landed on his back, recovering his composure quickly. The look of hunger on the bat’s face confirmed this was exactly what he’d wanted. For his part, Marius’s mane was all fiery reds and lustful violets. He snatched a small bottle of lube from his dresser, squeezed some on his raging erection, and tossed it to Adrian. The bat caught it and quickly coated his hole with two fingers, stretching himself while staring Marius dead on. Marius stroked the lube across his length with one hand and grabbed Adrian’s ankle with the other. He dragged Adrian to the edge of the bed and aimed his dick at the bat’s twitching hole. As Marius pressed his cock against the opening, Adrian gritted his teeth at the flash of stretching pain. Marius gave him a few seconds to relax before pressing in past the ring.

Adrian moaned as his eyes rolled back, the sensation of being entered so fast overwhelming him. Marius sighed and growled deep as the warm walls clenched around his cock like a vice. The sensation of velvet flesh dragging against his sensitive cock made his balls ache with need. He pulled back then sank in again, reaching deeper than before into the bat’s tight ass. Adrian whimpered and panted, his toes curling, hands covering his face. Adrian’s legs were raised up to either side of Marius’s torso as he pressed in. He grabbed on and hugged the bat’s thighs and calves against his chest. He dragged in and out, in and out, loosening the hole steadily. When the resistance eased enough, he started a rhythm, thrusting back and forth, prompting small moans with each full penetration.

Once the most extreme stretching pain had melted into pleasure, Adrian found the volition to stroke Marius’ chest and abs, then grabbed onto the lion’s arms to pull himself further onto that cock with each thrust. Marius’ face was growing slack and dumb with erotic bliss. His eyes unfocused and his tongue lolled out. Adrian grinned at that, loving what he could do to a man with just his clenching ass. All Marius thought of was burying himself deep inside that hole, over and over again.

The two had long since stopped worrying about their bizarre relationship. Here they were, two men who’d known each other since before they could remember, sometimes friends, sometimes uneasy acquaintances, but always somehow coming back to each other. It was the familiarity they needed when all else failed. They’d been the first to admit their shame at being gay to each other. The first to explore each other’s bodies. They’d tried dating more than once but it always ended in flames. The two were far too different to make anything work long term. But here they were, breeding each other senseless with practiced expertise.

Marius was building up a head of steam, thrusting upwards to pound Adrian’s g-spot, sending the bat into cries of ecstasy as hot pressure built in his cock. Marius seemed to sense he was close because he wrapped a paw around Adrian’s dick and pumped hard and fast. Opening his mouth and scrunching his eyes, Marius gasped as his climax hit. He buried himself deep in that tight ass and came hard. Adrian was right behind, sent over the edge when Marius swirled a finger around his cockhead. He groaned and painted his fluffy chest with his own cum. The two moaned and shook with every wave of their orgasm.

In the haze of bliss, Marius fell forwards and flopped on Adrian who squeaked with the sudden weight. Adrian was about to growl at Marius to “roll the fuck off” before hearing the lion’s satisfied rumbling breath. He rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around Marius’ broad back. Marius scooped his arms underneath and hugged Adrian tight to his chest. It took all his might not to say anything. They both knew that always ruined it.

The two lay like that for a while, rolling over on their sides to relax more easily. They lay there in the dark, not saying anything, only stroking each other, breathing in the afterglow.

“We should probably shower.”

“Yeah man.”

“Back here after?”

“Yeah, back here.”

The two woke the next morning, side by side in Marius’s bed. Adrian woke first, a reflection of the sunlight off the glass of a picture frame stirring him from sleep. He lay in the dawn quiet on his back, hearing the snores of the lion next to him. He had plenty of thoughts about the guy, good and bad. He had plenty of thoughts about himself and his choices. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was they got through another night together and would get through another day. When Marius stirred, the bat closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

Marius sat up and looked down at the skinny black bat. He never really understood the guy and probably never would, yet he still knew him more than anyone else. It didn’t make sense to him but for the moment, he was just happy to have him there, safe and at peace. Marius opened the drawer of his bed side table and pulled out his MP3 player and earbuds. He scrolled around his library for nothing in particular. He found a newish soft rock EP and was about to press play when he heard Adrian’s voice.

“You listening to anything new?”

Marius the lion and Adrian the bat lay naked, sprawled across the mess of pillows and blankets over in Marius's room of the apartment. The morning sun warmed their fur in bands. They listened to the bass guitar riffs in a new shimmer-pop track Marius found. The lion glanced over at the bat every now and again to see if he was into it. It seemed to be a mediocre reaction overall with Adrian staring sternly at the ceiling. Still, their old agreement allowed comments only at the end of their selected back and forth song list. Next up was likely to be some headbanging breakbeat or classic metal, Adrian’s pick.

It was a tradition the two had since they were kids. The music sharing, not the steamy sex. The bubbly, clean-cut lion and the stoner-punk bat had vastly different tastes in music but they often found common ground. Styx. Tchaikovsky. Deadmau5. The two ranged so far and wide across genres and eras that their paths were bound to cross sometimes.

That, and it was a good way to cool down without saying much after one of their...sessions.

Last night was a rough string of denials for Adrian. Man after man found some way to spurn or ditch him. One of the guys he'd flirted with even brushed him off saying, "...wouldn't want to catch whatever fleas you're carrying." Adrian consoled himself with one too many vodka cranberries and hit his low-point heaving into a pub toilet. Meanwhile, Marius was still lamenting his latest break-up with gelato and shitty sitcoms back at their shared place. Their other roommates, Lori and Kirana, were out for the weekend so Marius hadn't bothered to dress that day, lounging in a oversized shirt and plaid pajama pants. His mane was in tangles, it’s shifting color was a mix of dull cerulean and gray. The lion was spread across the couch when Adrian stumbled back in, dressed in his self-cropped black tank and ripped jeans. The bat was decently sober by then, enough to navigate the metro and Uber home.

Adrian and Marius locked eyes across the dark apartment for a silent moment.

“Hi,” said Marius.

“Hey,” said Adrian.

“Bad night?” Marius asked.

Adrian ran a hand up across his face and through his hair. “Yeah.”

Marius slumped back on the armrest. “Same.”

Before either of them really realized what was happening, Adrian had crossed the room and sank his fingers into Marius’ hair. A sudden streak of his mane turned violet, a color Adrian knew well. The two kissed, hard and messy. Adrian slipped a hand up Marius’ shirt, scratching his chest. Marius grabbed Adrian around the waist, lifting him onto his lap. They wrestled tongues as they blindly disrobed and stroked each other wherever they found bare fur.

It was far from the first time they’d fucked; they knew each other’s turn-ons. Marius traced circles around Adrian's sensitive nipples. Adrian pulled on Marius’ ears, running a claw along the back of his neck. In moments, they were naked, frotting and leaking precum on each other. Adrian pivoted, placing his knees on either side of Marius’s head and his hands by the lion’s waist, then sank his maw down Marius’ rigid cock. Marius moaned for a few moments before Adrian dropped his hips down and Marius swallowed Adrian to the hilt almost immediately. The two 69’d with sloppy abandon, only occasionally coming up for air. Marius’s style involved lots of tongue, swirling around Adrian’s tip, working up and down the shaft. Adrian preferred bobbing up and down in rhythm applying lots of suction until Marius cried out in a mix of desperation and ecstasy.

“Stop! Stop! Not yet!” Marius shouted. Adrian withdrew from Marius’ pulsing cock with a pop.

“Thought you might,” said Adrian smirking.

“You bitch,” growled Marius through heavy breaths. He grabbed Adrian by his ass, dull claws digging into his cheeks, and yanked him down. Adrian gasped as Marius rimmed him deep. His textured cat tongue rubbed inside his ring, sending surges of heat to his cock.

“Ffff…fuck man…” Adrian groaned. The bat’s brain was going foggy with the erotic buzz but he had enough cognisance to stroke Marius’s cock slowly. Marius licked and clawed with reckless abandon. He felt painfully hard, fire filling his gut. One gentle stroke from Adrian’s soft paw nearly sent him over the edge. Marius pushed the bat off roughly, prompting one of his uncharacteristically cute squeaks of surprise. Marius usually wasn’t so coarse with his partners but Adrian always sparked something beastly and furious in him. The lion grasped Adrian around his waist again and fully slung him over his shoulder, marching to his bedroom.

Marius chucked Adrian on the bed. The bat landed on his back, recovering his composure quickly. The look of hunger on the bat’s face confirmed this was exactly what he’d wanted. For his part, Marius’s mane was all fiery reds and lustful violets. He snatched a small bottle of lube from his dresser, squeezed some on his raging erection, and tossed it to Adrian. The bat caught it and quickly coated his hole with two fingers, stretching himself while staring Marius dead on. Marius stroked the lube across his length with one hand and grabbed Adrian’s ankle with the other. He dragged Adrian to the edge of the bed and aimed his dick at the bat’s twitching hole. As Marius pressed his cock against the opening, Adrian gritted his teeth at the flash of stretching pain. Marius gave him a few seconds to relax before pressing in past the ring.

Adrian moaned as his eyes rolled back, the sensation of being entered so fast overwhelming him. Marius sighed and growled deep as the warm walls clenched around his cock like a vice. The sensation of velvet flesh dragging against his sensitive cock made his balls ache with need. He pulled back then sank in again, reaching deeper than before into the bat’s tight ass. Adrian whimpered and panted, his toes curling, hands covering his face. Adrian’s legs were raised up to either side of Marius’s torso as he pressed in. He grabbed on and hugged the bat’s thighs and calves against his chest. He dragged in and out, in and out, loosening the hole steadily. When the resistance eased enough, he started a rhythm, thrusting back and forth, prompting small moans with each full penetration.

Once the most extreme stretching pain had melted into pleasure, Adrian found the volition to stroke Marius’ chest and abs, then grabbed onto the lion’s arms to pull himself further onto that cock with each thrust. Marius’ face was growing slack and dumb with erotic bliss. His eyes unfocused and his tongue lolled out. Adrian grinned at that, loving what he could do to a man with just his clenching ass. All Marius thought of was burying himself deep inside that hole, over and over again.

The two had long since stopped worrying about their bizarre relationship. Here they were, two men who’d known each other since before they could remember, sometimes friends, sometimes uneasy acquaintances, but always somehow coming back to each other. It was the familiarity they needed when all else failed. They’d been the first to admit their shame at being gay to each other. The first to explore each other’s bodies. They’d tried dating more than once but it always ended in flames. The two were far too different to make anything work long term. But here they were, breeding each other senseless with practiced expertise.

Marius was building up a head of steam, thrusting upwards to pound Adrian’s g-spot, sending the bat into cries of ecstasy as hot pressure built in his cock. Marius seemed to sense he was close because he wrapped a paw around Adrian’s dick and pumped hard and fast. Opening his mouth and scrunching his eyes, Marius gasped as his climax hit. He buried himself deep in that tight ass and came hard. Adrian was right behind, sent over the edge when Marius swirled a finger around his cockhead. He groaned and painted his fluffy chest with his own cum. The two moaned and shook with every wave of their orgasm.

In the haze of bliss, Marius fell forwards and flopped on Adrian who squeaked with the sudden weight. Adrian was about to growl at Marius to “roll the fuck off” before hearing the lion’s satisfied rumbling breath. He rolled his eyes but wrapped his arms around Marius’ broad back. Marius scooped his arms underneath and hugged Adrian tight to his chest. It took all his might not to say anything. They both knew that always ruined it.

The two lay like that for a while, rolling over on their sides to relax more easily. They lay there in the dark, not saying anything, only stroking each other, breathing in the afterglow.

“We should probably shower.”

“Yeah man.”

“Back here after?”

“Yeah, back here.”

The two woke the next morning, side by side in Marius’s bed. Adrian woke first, a reflection of the sunlight off the glass of a picture frame stirring him from sleep. He lay in the dawn quiet on his back, hearing the snores of the lion next to him. He had plenty of thoughts about the guy, good and bad. He had plenty of thoughts about himself and his choices. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was they got through another night together and would get through another day. When Marius stirred, the bat closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

Marius sat up and looked down at the skinny black bat. He never really understood the guy and probably never would, yet he still knew him more than anyone else. It didn’t make sense to him but for the moment, he was just happy to have him there, safe and at peace. Marius opened the drawer of his bed side table and pulled out his MP3 player and earbuds. He scrolled around his library for nothing in particular. He found a newish soft rock EP and was about to press play when he heard Adrian’s voice.

“You listening to anything new?”