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Albert tapped his legs and looked around the office. His nerves were getting the better of him and it was showing. He took a breath, tried to steady himself, and felt the tapping start to come up again. He was at one of his local PokeCenters and was waiting for of the Joys to bring him a quilava. He'd just moved away from home, started a new job, and was kinda lonely. Which is about the time some of his friends mentioned trying a rescue.

He was kind of surprised just how many they had listed in the computers. Each with a description, pictures, and video. He'd picked a few to see how he felt. No commitments today, just checking things out. Though he'd set aside most of the day just for this. So who knew what may or may not happen?

The door opened and Joy walked in, "Sorry for the wait, we were being just a little difficult." She laughed, keeping her tone upbeat and gentle. Walking in, she set a quilava down and stepped back. The Pokémon snapped and turned towards her, backing up a few steps and arching it's back. "Easy, easy, " she motioned and clicked her tongue gently, "He's just a little skittish, and doesn't like being in a pokeball. Had to catch him to bring him in, so he's just a little jumpy. I'm going to let the two of you see how you interact, but I'll be right outside if you need me."

She shut the door, leaving Albert with the quilava. "Hey there," he leaned forward and held his hand out. The Pokémon hissed a little and leaned back. Nervous, a little afraid, but standing it's ground some. "Hold on, I'm just going to..." slowly, carefully, he slipped off the chair and onto the ground, "there we go. More your level. Is that better?"

The Quilava gave him a strange look as he sat on the floor. Albert leaned back some and hummed quietly. As he leaned away, the Pokémon took a slow step forward. Then a second one, sniffing at him. "Yeah, see? I'm a pretty cool guy." The nose bumped his thigh and the Pokémon jerked back a step. Hesitated. Then leaned in to sniff again. As slow as he could, Albert held his hand out, palm up. "Hey there, fella. Don't think I remember your name from the file. Kinda picked a few of you guys to see."

Nose tickled his hand and went back and forth. Sniffing, taking a step closer, more sniffs, hesitating, but not backing down. That was good at least. He didn't want to try and see how he'd vibe with a Pokémon that spent the entire visit hiding across the room. There was a vaporean that had already done that. Refused to look at him and just sat in a corner. Could only imagine what had gone wrong there.

Slowly, the quilava leaned back and sat on his haunches. Looking at him with mild suspicion. Albert took a chance and reached out. Ready to still himself if the Pokémon bit or tried to snarl. When nothing of the sort happened, he let his fingers gently pet it's cheek. "Hey there, buddy."

At those words, the quilava took a little sniff and leaned into the hand. Purring quietly as he allowed the human to pet him. Albert kept it gentle for now. Just a few finger strokes and a light cupping. Forepaws touched his thigh as the Pokémon leaned forward. Sniffing up his arm, to his chest, then his face. Albert laughed and wiggled his head, mimicking the sniffing motion back. Hot, spiced breath puffed against his face as he leaned in.

Then, much to his surprise, the quilava took a step onto his thigh. Climbing up into his lap and looking at his face. "Hello to you too." He smiled lightly as he looked this Pokémon in the face. Nearly nose-to-nose with the creature. "Hi." It let out a little squeak, then lay down in his lap. It breathed out a little sigh, wiggled down, and curled up with its back against his body.

Which is where it was when Joy walked back in. Albert gently petting the back as it lay there. Letting out some noise that was somewhere between a purr, a groan, and a snore. Albert looked up as the nurse walked in, a little smile on her lips. "Well, seems like you two are getting along."

He chuckled, "Seems like he likes me. Ah, didn't even get his name."

Joy checked her tablet, "Well, we weren't told what his name was when his previous trainer dropped him off. Just that he couldn't handle him, and then that's it. We'd been calling him Barrett. Not sure who started that, but it's what's on his file."

Albert tilted his head and looked down at the quilava. "Barrett, huh? You know, you don't really look like a Barrett." His hands ran down the Pokémon's back gently. "Think you're more a..."

"Welcome home, Calburn." Albert nudged the door open with his hip and held it open. Calburn the quilava followed behind him, as he had the entire walk home. Poor guy was practically on Albert's heels the entire way. It was a miracle he hadn't tripped over the quilava a dozen times when he made stops. He had thought about just putting Cal into the poke ball, but as soon as his hand got near it, the poor guy backed up and made the most pitiful sounds. So Albert just walked with the Pokémon happily on his heels.

Calburn sniffed and began to wonder around the apartment. "I hope you're house trained at least, forgot to ask about that." Keeping an eye on his new partner, he hauled in the groceries and supplies. Specialty food for fire types, a couple beds for Calburn, dishes, the works. "So much for taking this slow, huh?" He chuckled to himself and shook his head. Should have known that he wasn't gonna hold back. He never did. No trip was ever a, 'I'm just looking' trip.

A short while later, the beds were scattered about the apartment. One near his computer, another in the bedroom. Cal had a water bowl set up in the kitchen. Albert had watched him just wander around the apartment some. Little guy never strayed too far away though. If Albert even looked like he was going to another room, Cal was behind him in a flash.

"Ugh," he dropped to the couch and stretched out. Maybe a movie before bed or something like that? Cal shuffled up and looked up at him. Then just began to climb up onto the couch. "Hey," he half-laughed, "you've got a bed over there. See?" Cal looked where he was pointing, then back to him. All before starting to climb again, "Oooh fine. Just this once, and just because it's the first day. Don't expect to join me here every time." The Quilava made some little grunting noises, as if talking back to him, and climbed up onto the couch. Cal happily turning to plant his back into Albert's chest as he wiggled down with a sigh. A noise Albert mirrored as the Pokémon's warmth pressed against his front. He could get used to this. Petting Cal gently earned him some quiet rumbles from the Quilava.

The evening went on, and Albert found he had to fight to keep from falling asleep on the couch. Soon enough it was dinner time. Calburn followed behind him into the kitchen. Nosing around as Albert made up a meal of some poke kibble. The same type Joy had told him to get. Said he should feed Cal that blend for a while longer before getting him onto any other type. Something about not throwing too much change at him all at once.

"Last thing I want is a fire type with an upset tummy, huh." Cal looked up at him with a curious tilt, "No, we don't want you getting sick anywhere, no we don't." Cal mimicked the tone back at him in some squeaks and trills, making Albert chuckle.

Dinner had, a little reading time in his favorite chair. Cal roamed around the room a little bit, settled by Albert's feet, then wiggled around. "You know you have a nice, comfy bed right there." Calburn looked from Albert to where he was pointing and back. "You don't have to lay on the ground by my feed, bud. I'm not going anywhere."

The quilava seemed to think about that for a moment. Looking from Albert, to the bed, then back. After a long moment, Cal waddle over to the bed, grabbed it, and drug it over. He watched as the quilava fought with it for a moment before settling down. Breathing out a sigh as he flopped into the soft bed and sprawled out. Head laying on Albert's foot.

"Joy said he might be overly attached at first," he mused to himself. "Just give him time, a few days to settle in. Then he'll be better." Albert wiggled his foot and Cal sniffed, wiggled, and lay his head down harder. "Still curious about why your trainer gave you up, bud. At least he didn't just set you loose in some forest or something." There were stories abound about trainers and breeders trying to get Pokémon with 'the right personality' or something. He didn't know,, he wasn't much of one for the sport of all that.

Time ticked on and it wasn't terribly long before Albert set his book down and stood up. Calburn leapt to his feet as Albert began to move. "Sorry, forgot you were there." He reached down to give the quilava's head a rub. "Need to go outside before bed? Let's go outside."

He didn't have a great deal of space at his place. The yard, so much as it was, was a patch of grass with hardly enough space for much in the way of activities. It was fenced in, at least. Tall, wood slats giving him his own little back garden. He stood at the back door and Cal stood at his side. Looking up at him curiously. "What?" he asked.

Cal sniffed and squeaked back in the same tone. Just standing by his side. Albert sighed, chuckled, "Alright, see it's fine out here." He stepped into the grass, which he probably needed to work on. Cal hesitated, but followed out into the evening air. "I'd heard that some people toilet train you guys. Gonna have to look into videos of that maybe."

It felt nice to just chat at Cal, even if the Pokémon couldn't understand him. Or did he? People were still on the fence about that sometimes. There was a sparkle in Cal's eyes as the quilava listened. Something there that hinted at understanding.

Albert paced around the small yard with Cal for a while before the quilava did his business. Taking care of bodily needs and scratching at the dirt. Albert walked back inside with his companion hot on his heels. "Should probably bathe you, but..." he sighed and yawned, "kinda worn down myself. All the shopping and stuff drained me right down."

Cal followed behind as Albert walked into the bedroom. As Albert waved at the little bed, Cal climbed into it and watched as Albert changed out of his regular clothes and into pajamas. The quilava yawned and curled up, watching with half-closed eyes. "At least you're looking tired too, huh?" Calburn let out a little sigh as if to agree. Lights off, Albert made sure he didn't step on the quilava as he climbed into bed. Easing under the covers with a yawn.

Not that he was alone for too long. As he began to drift to sleep, he heard a little shuffle. The bed shifted, mattress dimpling as Calburn got up and brought his fores to rest on the edge. A moment of nothing, as if waiting to see what Albert would do. In the dark, the barest hints of light from his bedside clock, Albert watched as Calburn slowly climbed onto the bed. Waited. Moved closer to him. Waited again. Then oh so slowly, lay down beside Albert. Cal waited a moment. Then two. Before slowly, sneakily, wedging his nose under Albert's arm. Carefully, quietly, as sneakily as he could, the quilava climbed up beside him. Body pressing to his chest, warmth seeping into Albert.

He sighed and wiggled down. Rumbling with quiet contentment.

Well, Albert thought to himself, maybe this was part of the reason? Can't say I blame the fella. If I bonded with someone and they abandoned me, I'd be a little clingy too. It's not that bad though. Like sleeping with a hot water bottle. I could get used to this.

He smiled and pulled Calburn closer. Yawned himself, and drifted off to sleep.

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A few things no one had told him about Pokémon. First was that a range of things could trigger evolution. Age being one of them. Experience from fighting or working being another. What surprised him was learning that they could also just evolve due to affection and a good partner. It hadn't taken months for Calburn to make the leap all the way up to typhlosion. Something that surprised Albert, and really surprised the Joys when he took his bud in for checkups.

The other thing that surprised him was just how hot a fire type was. Temperature wise.

He'd made the mistake early on of letting Calburn sleep in the bed with him. Poor guy was so anxious otherwise, and staying close to Albert helped ease it. He should have been better, should have set firmer boundaries. Hearing Calburn whine and wail though? That just broke his heart.

Though now it also meant that, instead of having a lovely hot water bottle cuddled up with him, he had a living inferno. Albert had shed his covers fairly quickly. He'd tried using a fan at night. That had been a mistake since it only made Calburn get that much hotter to compensate. So he'd ditched the fan before too long. The one and only thing that seemed to really work? Sleeping in the nude.

Which presented all new problems.

Some weren't too bad. After a small fight at first, he'd gotten Calburn used to regular baths and grooming. So his fur was always so silky soft and smelled good. Also meant that he had someone in bed with him. A warm body ready to always tuck up against him.

Though as Calburn had gotten larger, he'd found new preferences for how he slept. It went from curing into Albert, to laying across him, and now? Now Albert was usually the little spoon with Calburn happily tucking against his back. Just completely wrapping him in that warm, soft, and unyielding heat. The typhlosion lay with one arm wrapped around Albert’s body. The other casually tucked under a pillow. His breathing was slow, rhythmic. Comforting in a way that Albert hadn’t known he’d needed until he felt it.

Although there was the small problem of Calburn’s privates being shoved right against his rear.

It was something that Albert had become increasingly aware of. First it had just been a bit of a bulge back there. Something nudging his rump as the Pokémon shifted and snorted. Maybe he’d caught sight of it now and then. Calburn get a little too warm and his fuzzy pouch would let his sac hang out. Occasionally, he’d caught scent of a compatible Pokémon, or hells, even just dream something. Then Albert couldn’t help but see that cock poking out some.

Or in the case of some mornings, he could feel it.

Calburn muttered something and wiggled behind him. Albert became keenly aware of the cock nudging his backside. His buddy's morning wood just nestling right there. Between his ass cheeks, poking him rather firmly. Surprisingly hot, firm, getting harder with each passing second, and worst of all. It was drooling precum onto him. Which was something that woke him up rather quickly and made him shift.

"Grrrmphama," Cal muttered in his sleep and wrapped powerful arms tighter around Albert, drawing the trainer back into his body. He glanced back and the Typhlosion was still fast asleep. Nostrils twitching, tongue hanging from his partially open mouth, and just snorting.

"On the list of things they warned me about, this didn't come up." Albert grumbled under his breath and shifted slowly. Not that he was going to punish Cal for this. Smart as the Pokémon was, he was still a Pokémon. It wasn't like Cal was actively humping or pushing against him. It was just a dream, a natural response. Still, Albert didn't exactly swing that way. Not just that it was a Pokémon, but another male too. He'd found himself thinking about it here and there, but always came back to the same thing. He just wasn't that into other guys.

Reaching back, he wiggled his fingers against Cal's side. The typhlosion muttered and swatted at his hand. Albert wiggled his fingers just so, brushing the Pokémon just hard enough to tickle his fur. Cal muttered, grumbled, and twitched before rolling over and releasing his hold on Albert.

Freed from the fuzzy prison, he rolled out of bed and onto his feet. Only sparing a quick glance back at his snoring companion. Yep, right there, laying across his buddy's belly, was the male's half erect cock. A pointed tip, almost star shaped head with fleshy barbs. Twitching as the male snored and dreamt of something. Albert quickly averted his gaze and went about his morning. It felt... Wrong somehow to stare at the erect cock. Not in a disgusted or reverse way, but like he was invading his partner's privacy.

Quick morning routine then to the kitchen. Calburn had sprawled out on his belly while Albert bathed. Weighty balls twitching as the Typhlosion snored and drooled on a pillow. "Lazy bum," he chuckled and shook his head. Never had he heard of a fire type sleeping that much.

Calburn would wake up soon enough though. Especially once he smelled breakfast. Which Albert was happily on his way to start making. Just turn on the TV and listen to the morning news as he got started on it. Problem was always figuring out what he'd wanted.

"And as a warning to all you trainers out there," the reporter stared into the camera with that strange deadpan. "As we enter fall, this is the rut season for the following types." A glance down at the papers, "Grass, fairy, fire, and steel type Pokémon. We repeat that this is the mating season and Pokémon of those types will be experiencing higher reproductive drives. Now onto the weather!"

He stared at the screen for a moment, "Oh, oh no..." He'd completely forgotten about the time of year. How could he be expected to remember, really? He hadn't had Calburn for that long. Not like he'd had a partner before either. What would it mean, though?

To the computer.

"I feel weird searching all this," he muttered under his breath as he searched and searched. Trying all kinds of word combinations to avoid feeling like some sort of pervert. Though really, how would one search up 'Pokémon rut relief' and not feel weird about it? He was pretty sure there was no way it was going to happen without feeling a little odd.

Some searching and dodging some sketchy websites, he did find some information. Some options would be, of course, a trip out into the Pokémon's native habitat. Let the Pokémon wander around some, maybe get some relief with the locals. Though that could lead to issues with fighting and even more pent up needs. Plus he was out of vacation time.

Another choice would be to put them in daycare. Maybe see if someone local had another Pokémon of similar type, who Calburn was compatible with. That could work out. Although last time he'd tried to put Cal into daycare or anything of the sort, it had been... Less than ideal. One place had called up within the hour because Calburn was panicking. Another, well Cal had just walked out of it and caught up to him. So that kind of ruled those out, unless he wanted to hang around. Which, hanging around and watching his Pokémon get his freak on? That felt even worse.

Which left him with the rather obvious choices. Ignore it, or purchase some specialty products. Which, thankfully, he could get from a reputable supplier and have delivered. Though he really, really wasn't sure about getting it sent to his house. What would the delivery guy think? Sign right there for my Pokémon's jerk off sleeve? Don't mind if I do!

Albert sighed and tapped a button to have it delivered to a drop off box. That'd have to do.

"Grraahm." Hot breath puffed against his head and Albert leaned back in his chair. Calburn loomed over him with that usual tired, half grin of his.

"What?" The Pokémon let out a grunt, mimicking the noise. "Oh, you want breakfast don't you?" He reached up to scratch Cal's neck and chest. The typhlosion let out a little groan and leaned into the touch. Not entirely unusual for the large Pokémon, but there was something about the way he did it. Pressing harder into Albert's hand, the little nostril flares and grunts. It was all rather ordinary, yet at the same time made him pull away rather quickly. "Well, I had to order something, so why don't we go get breakfast, then pick it up and come home?"

Calburn snorted and nodded. Jaws stretching wide in another yawn before he turned and shuffled towards the door. Albert knew Cal would behave in public. He'd always been an absolute bliss to take out. Even if he did like hanging around Albert a bit more. Poor thing had always been clingy. He'd never gotten the full history from the Joys, but he had a rough idea. Least he thought he did. Gathered from reading articles and watching one too many 'how to raise your Pokémon right' shows.

"Graaaaaa," Calburn called from the foray.

Albert sighed, "I'm coming, keep your pants on, grumpy."

Out in the streets, he kept glancing towards Calburn. The typhlosion didn’t seem to be acting up, just plodding along, wearing his harness. City rules said he had to have it on and had to be on a lead. Kinda silly and the Jennys didn’t care, but rules were rules. He and Cal had reached the understanding that the typhlosion would just carry his own leash. Hadn’t caused a problem yet, but now Albert felt a tinge of worry. Was that a normal look, or was Cal pondering leaping the fence to get Mrs. Jenson’s Torkoal?

His thoughts raced in laps as they got food at the cafe. Sitting outside to eat it. Cal sat close to him, as usual, and kind of just watched the area. The more time they spent out here, the more Albert’s nerves got frayed. Was that houndoom giving Cal the bedroom eyes. She certainly looked… swollen as she turned and wagged her tail. The arcanine that walked past was certainly taking notice of her. Though there was that salazzle who was certainly putting on a display. Even if her owner had put a muzzle on her, it didn’t fit well. Some sort of mist kept puffing out the sides.

Yet through all of it, Calburn just kind of sat there, watching, sometimes grumbling. Seeming to be more focused on his breakfast than any of the flirtatious females that were eyeing him up. Huh, maybe it’s a timing thing? The news said that the rut would be going on for a couple weeks. Maybe it’s not all just all at once. Shazam and every fire type needs to get off. Maybe Cal is just taking more time getting into the mood? Should be able to relax some then.

Even with that thought, he still felt uneasy. Nerves jangling and on edge. Always watching Calburn, making sure the big Pokémon wasn’t going to get in trouble. Despite how Cal just grumbled at the other Pokémon that crowded a little too close. Warning them back with a growl, a flare of fire, or just a look. Cal knew how to handle himself, and liked to stick close to Albert. Which was good, he thought, had to be. Even if he was bad about not wanting to be alone.

By the time they were done eating, went to the store to get his package, and were on their way home, Calburn was actively smoldering and grumbling. “What’s the matter, Big guy?” He bumped his shoulder into Cal’s, “You’re extra grumbly today.” Cal mock-growled at him, changing the tone and pitch as if mocking the way Albert teased him. Though the smoldering smoke did die down, stopping the roll off his shoulders and back. Which was a good thing. The harness was pretty fire resistant, but he didn’t want to test just HOW resistant. If he decides to try and break loose, no way am I going to stop him. Last time I tried to pull on his leash, he just dragged me around by walking. Of course it was all play and being goofy, but he’s far stronger than I am.

Getting home was a relief for both them. Albert breathed a sigh as they walked inside, muscles relaxing and tension leaving his whole body. He’d been so clenched, so worried, that he was getting a headache. Cal breathed a steaming sigh as well, undoing his harness and tossing it sloppily onto the hanger. A sure sign he was agitated. “Neatly,” Albert said absently.

Cal mock-growled at him, “Nrry.” and went to futz with the harness and leash. Following Albert once he was done. Attention on the box curiously.

“Okay, so…” Albert sighed and rubbed his aching head. It was early and he was already exhausted. If he wasn’t so weary already, he might have hesitated. “I know that it’s breeding season for you fire types soon. It’s why all those others out there were acting…” he waved his hand. Cal’s eyes widened a touch and he nodded with a grunt, as if saying ‘So that’s why.’ He sighed, “So, with that in mind. I can try to get you with a partner at the daycare if you want. Or you can just…” he opened the box and pulled out a masturbation sleeve and a bottle of extra-warming lube. “You just use a bit of this,” he wiggled the lube, “in this end,” he angled the toy towards Calburn, “whenever you feel a bit…” he rolled his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m sure you can work it out, bud. I trust you not to make a mess, or at least clean it up if you do. This is kinda weird, and I need to go lay down for a bit. Okay?”

Cal took the toy and lube, looking at them curiously. His muzzle wrinkled, but then his eyes lit up as he pressed a finger into the toy. Feeling how it stretched, the texture inside, then noticing the shape and coloration. A crude, half-representation of what a typhlosion might look like, if shrunk down to sex toy sized. Cal perked his ears and looked as Albert shuffled to the bedroom. A nervous ripple rolling through him, but was tamped down. Albert wasn’t going far, he’s not going to leave. Muttering quietly, he shuffled to the living room computer and turned it on. Needing to look up a few things. Especially after all the smells from the other fire types out and about today. They’d been doing something to him that he couldn’t begin to describe.

Albert took a quick stop at the bathroom to get some headache pills. Popping one in his mouth, he swallowed and shambled into his room. Wondering how he was going to deal with… all this. Not even thinking, he stripped off his clothes and went face down into bed. Eyes barely closing before weariness took him into the dark.

Not for too long though. Some minutes, or was it hours, later he felt something. A tickle of fur against his thigh. “Cal…” he muttered and rolled over. Eyes still closed as he savored the dark of the bedroom. Cal stilled for a second then leaned in again. Albert expected the big Pokémon to clamber onto the bed with his usual abandon. Instead, Cal was moving slowly, carefully. Hot breath puffed against Albert’s body as the Pokémon took a deep whiff. Albert started to reach down to swat at the typhlosion, but a little rumble stopped him. Not a growl, no he knew what it sounded like when Cal was agitated.

It had always impressed him just how vocal the Pokémon was. Not just that, but how readily he picked out the different tonality and intent behind the noises. The playful grumbles, the mocking noises, annoyed growls, and many more. There was something to that sound that made him still and open one eye very, very slowly.

Cal stood at the edge of the bed, carefully bracing himself and leaning over. Usually, he’d just trundle up to bed and flop into it, or leap in if he was feeling playful. Instead, he was sidelong on to Albert, so he didn’t see the human stirring. Though Albert could see everything.

The Pokémon was hunched forward, one hand on the bed, the other gripping that sleeve. He’d draped a towel over the edge of the bed in front of him. Cal’s nose twitched as he leaned forward and sniffed at Albert’s cock. Not close enough to really do anything more than sniff it. As he watched, Cal breathed out a low, droning groan. The noise rolling so deep inside his chest. He huffed, groaned, and hand began to move. Soft, wet noises came from the male’s hips as he pushed forward. Nudging his cock into the toy with slow, careful thrusts. Albert could smell the heat lubricant from here. Something seasoned with, he had to guess, some fire pheromones as well as whatever they used to warm it.

Albert held his breath, nerves fluttering. What should he do. What could he do? Cal wasn't doing much, just inhaling his scent. Should he pretend to wake up and startle Cal? Would that give him some more complexes? His other anxieties were bad enough as is. Albert didn't want to give him one surrounding his natural drives. Yet still, he felt a nervous tremble in his gut as the Pokémon breathed in. Muzzle so close to his own cock. Just the warm breath stirring so close to his privates was starting to get to him. Albert felt his cock twitch against his thigh and begin to stir.

Calburn let out a lower huff and opened his mouth. Hand sliding the toy up and down his shaft faster. From his spot, Albert could just see the length. Throbbing, the star-shaped tip flaring out more. Cal was long enough that his cock slid out the back end of the toy with each deep thrust. Tip bulging out as it popped free, flared, and then was pulled back. He found himself staring at it, almost hypnotized by it.

Not just the sight of it either. He could smell Calburn's arousal. Thick and heavy, filling the air with it's raw warmth. Warmth that got heavier, thicker, as the Pokémon began to pump and stroke faster. Adding a little thrust and buck into the toy. The typhlosion leaned forward and grunted, jaws clenched as he tried to stay quiet. Yet it was clear that he was wanting to call out, to pant and gasp with pleasure. He allowed himself a little, "Graaaa," as his mouth opened. Blasting Albert's groin with steaming hot breath.

That almost made Albert moan. Cock twitched and lifted on its own, making Calburn redouble his efforts. All attention focused on the human partner's cock. Albert quickly bit his lip in return as well. Quiet, stay quiet. He's just smelling your pheromones and sweat and all that. It's fine that he's doing that. He's bonded strongly with you, you know this. It has to be pretty confusing for him too. All this pent up desire and lust with no real outlet beyond a toy? Just let him smell you, it'll be okay. What's the worst that could happen?

Almost as if Cal could read his thoughts, the Typhlosion leaned forward and licked his tip. Albert twitched, not just at the lick, but at how hot the tongue was. Cal had playfully licked his cheek or hands at times. He knew how soft and warm the Pokémon's tongue was, but to have it brush his cock? Added whole new levels to things and made him almost yelp.

Cal froze mid thrust and looked up. Albert shut his eyes quickly, watching through barely, barley open lids. Cal hesitated a moment, holding his breath as if seeing if Albert was going to wake up. When the human didn't stir more, he turned his attention back to the groin with a huff.

He must have decided that he needed to hurry things along. Toy flew up and down his shaft as the male groaned. Leaning over Albert, panting louder now. Each burst of air washing over the human's cock. Turgid flesh throbbed and pulsed, precum spilling from his tip. Cal glanced at Albert again before leaning in, carefully licking at the clear drop. He let out a moan, shivered, and leaned into the bed more. Albert could just see the male's knot stretching the toy's entrance. Getting thicker, wider, stretching the sleeve to its limits. Tip surged out the end of the sleeve and throbbed. Cal opened his maw and let out a needy groan. Shuddered. Then jerked his hips as he began to peak. Thick, heavy fire type cum erupting onto the towel he'd laid out. Leaving the male panting and huffing, maw dangling just over Albert's erect cock. Tongue brushing the tip as his hips rocked.

Calburn settled down slowly, taking nearly a minute to come down from the high. Yet his length continued to pulse and throb. Silicon splitting around his knot as the engorged length throbbed with desire. The towel was absolutely drenched in his seed, splattered with the fire-types need. Yet he bundled it up around his cock quickly. Took another glance at Albert, and shuffled out of the room as quietly as he could.

Albert released the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as soon as the door shut. He dropped onto his back and stretched out. His own cock throbbing against his belly. It had felt a tongue, known that the desire was there, and yet it was denied that by some reason. "Ugh," he pressed his palms to his eyes and stretched. "What am I going to do?" This was an entirely new field and nothing he could have ever guessed would happen. Cuddling up with Cal had the occasional ‘Oops morning wood’ instance. They were certainly close, and best buds. He couldn't think of anyone he'd ever had this type of closeness with. Certainly not in his adult life. Yet there was that lingering problem. He'd never felt anything like that desire towards another male. Albert was utterly, completely straight.

Wasn't he?

His cock throbbed and dripped some more precum onto his stomach. Albert pulled his hand back and looked down at his traitorous cock. "You don't get a say in this. You just want to get off." Why did it feel so warm still? As hot as Cal’s tongue had been, there was something about his saliva. The heat it left behind clung to him. Soaking into his flesh and leaving him wanting.

Albert took a deep breath. Sighed. Then gave it a few minutes before getting out of bed. Dragging on some loose fitting about home clothes. He had some work to do, something to justify a few hours at least. Then he had some research to handle. Not to mention food, and shows with Calburn.

"Just hope that he gets that thing off before I'm out..."

Cal half-avoided him during the day. There weren't many rooms in their place. Kitchen, living room, bedroom, and spare bedroom he'd turned into an office. Albert heard Cal kinda putzing around in the living room. Watching something on a low volume. Albert put in a few hours for work, thank goodness for flexible work. Then researched into bonding between Pokémon trainers. Although he had to get very specific with his search terms.

Even then he still had to avoid some very risqué websites. Everyone knew people had sex with Pokémon. They were intelligent, caring, and could readily consent. Nothing quite said No like vine whips or lightning. Still, finding exact matches for, 'Well, my Pokémon doesn't seem interested in other Pokémon,' wasn't easy at all. He found a few sources, some blogs, but nothing concrete. He really doubted that Professor Morning Wood or Doctor Screaming Willow were reliable sources.

Still, Cal seemed normal enough when he joined the Pokémon out in the living room. He was, as usual, taking up most of the couch. "Hey bud, feeling alright?" Cal muttered something and moved just enough to let Albert sit down. Then he did his usual turn and flop right against the person. Wiggling in close and letting his large head rest on Albert's thigh. A flash, Cal leaning over him, panting, licking.

Albert shook the image away before his cock could do more than twitch. "So what's on for tonight? Pickup where we left off on the disaster series? Something lighter?" Cal muttered and grumbled in his way that seemed like talking. "Really? You want to start that new crime series?" More growls and huffs. "Well, alright I guess."

Cal breathed out a sigh and wiggled up against him. Head resting on Albert's thigh as the show started up. Which kept cycling back and forth for the poor guy. One moment, he'd be engrossed in the show. Hand on Calburn's head and petting gently. Next the Pokémon would shift or groan and he'd be taken back to hours ago. Nerves fluttered and danced through his stomach as he thought about it. Brain getting caught in a loop over what he should or shouldn't do. Torn between his brain insisting he didn't swing that way, and his dick wanting some couch head.

Though it did take a few hours and some nachos before he did finally decide to just not worry about it. The breeding season should only go on about a couple weeks. He could handle a few more days of it. Cal sniffing him shouldn't be all bad. They could discuss it after all those hormones calm down and the big guy was able to think more clearly. Worse come to worst, he might wake up with something sticky on him.

This was far worse than something sticky on him.

Albert had woken up in the middle of the night to Calburn groaning against his ear. As usual, the Pokémon had cuddled up to him in bed. It had been ordinary enough. He fell asleep on his back, Cal came and tucked in beside him. He'd even donned a pair of nice, loose pajama pants just for that extra layer of protection.

Now he lay on his side in bed, Cal spooned up behind him. His pants were gone, having been shed at some time during the night. Sweat beaded along his body from the sheer warmth of the Pokémon. Cal was pretty toasty most nights, but it felt like he had a radiator clinging to him. That wasn't what woke him though.

What roused him was the way Cal grabbed his hips and jostled him. Albert didn't have to look down to know that his buddy was hard as a rock again. Calburn's cock absolutely radiated heat against his body. It was tucked up between his thighs, nudging his sac and pressed tight to his own cock. His own erect cock. His very... Very erect cock. Albert took a slow breath and tried to shift. The air around him felt heavy and hot. Almost smothering him with the smell of the Pokémon's need and desires. As he took a breath, his head throbbed achingly. Something matched by his own manhood as it pulsed, lifting up and then back down.

"Grrrmaghn..." Cal grumbled in his sleep and shifted. His cock slid back then forward, easing between Albert's thighs and poking forward. the Typhlosion let out a breathy huff at the feel of soft, warm thighs around him. Better than the toy, far better, especially as Albert shifted without thinking. Cal huffed quietly, breath ruffling Albert's hair.

Okay genius, what do you do now? Should have set boundaries ages ago. Gotten Cal used to sleeping in another room. That way when this rut happens, you could've had him in another room and not had to worry about it.

Except, he knew better. He didn't think about the heat and the noises Cal made had broken his heart. He'd made his bed, and now he was being spooned in it. At least it was just involuntary and Cal was just asleep. If he could just drift back to sleep and ignore all this, it would be fine. Come morning, he could figure something out then.

Cal shifted behind him. The typhlosion moved slowly, but with purpose. Very quietly working some spit into his hand before reaching around again. Moving with that same, deliberate slowness that he'd shown off earlier. Albert tried to act like he was still asleep as Cal moved. Thick, freshly lubricated fingers played over Albert's tip. He bit back a gasp and glanced down. Watching with surprise as Calburn quietly, sneakily, wrapped his large paw around both cocks.

"Hrafff..." Calburn panted against his neck and rocked his hips. Albert tightened his grip on the pillow and huffed himself. The feel of slick, warm fingers trapping him against a burning hot cock was an entirely new and unique situation. He bit his lip and tried to stay quiet. He can't help it, he's in need. Let him get off and then back to sleep. It won't change anything, your buddy can't help this right now.

Hand and hips moved in unison. Pumping slowly, steadily. Grinding that raging erection against his cock as the fingers rolled and pressed them together. His precum spilled into the hands, adding to the fiery pre that was all but drooling from Calburn. The Pokémon panted behind him. Short, sharp gasps that began to build in volume. Like a train building steam and speed. They came in louder, sharper pants as Calburn's hips began to stir faster.

“Hraa, hraaa, hrrraaaaa.” Thumb played over his tip and pushed it back. Calburn's grip trapped his cock against that larger Pokémon member. His head was throbbing, swimming, but he found his own hips starting to move. Lips parted as Albert breathed out his own little pants. The noise drown out by the locomotive huffing behind him. Cal's tip flared and tickled his flesh with those barbs, drawing a shiver through him.

Grip tightened on the pillow as he began to push and rock. The Pokémon's scent overwhelming him, drawing him up. His nostrils burned with he male's scent as he panted and breathed on his own. Head swimming as lusts overrode any sense he might have had. Balls clapped off the back of his thighs as Calburn started to get a bit more frantic. Each thrust pulling back until the tip slid between the soft, smooth thighs, then driving forward.

Albert felt the male's knot start to grow. Sliding between his thighs and pressing there. Getting thicker, heavier by the second. A clear indication of Calburn's growing lusts. Pulsing between his thighs as it tried to catch inside anything. Yet just slipped and slid. Aided by the mess of precum firing across his flesh.

Cal shoved his nose against Albert's neck without warning and drove forward. Grunting as his hips jerked. Albert felt the throb, the pulse, that last bit of swelling. Then Cal exploded. Blasting his seed across the bed and Albert's flesh. He grunted and growled, whined and moaned, rocking his hips quickly. Cal pressed close enough that Albert became too keenly aware of the male's engorged sac jumping against his thigh. His climax went on longer than it had earlier in the day. The pungent scent of fire-type punk making Albert almost dizzy as he panted.

"Grahrrraaaasss..." Cal groaned, the sound having a hint of worry to it. Dread at the thought of just how much of a mess he'd made. Albert could practically hear him trying to figure out how to clean it up. That rolling worry that maybe Cal had disturbed his sleep. Lingering fear that, despite everything, Albert would toss him aside as his previous partner had.

That noise alone made Albert reached back and gently scratch Calburn's head. "Geeze, buddy. Didn't think it was that bad there." He tried to laugh, but was still panting, still shivering. Sweat gleaming on his body as he sat there, a blast furnace against his back and molten rod between his thighs. "Lights, fifty percent." The bedroom lights came on low, just enough to illuminate the pair and the mess that Cal had made.

It was... Impressive to say the least. "Holy, is it that bad?" Albert looked at the sheer amount of cum on the bedding. It stretched from where they lay clear to the edge. Some looking like it might have gone even further. Cal whined quietly and began to shrink back. "Hey hey, I'm not mad at you. I'm just..." Albert bit his lip and tried a joke, "Well, a little upset you didn't let me finish too." He tried to laugh, but it cut off into a moan as Cal's thick, cum-coated fingers played over his tip.

Without thinking, Albert wiggled and slid off the male's cock. Turning to lay on his back. Cal shifted to prop up on an elbow, looking at the human with a mix of worry, fear, and that lust that still raged through him. "I know you can't help it right now. Gonna be a wild few days, but we're gonna get through this together. Okay?" He reached up to stroke Cal's cheek. The typhlosion leaned into the touch and almost whined. "I can't be mad at you, you're my best bud. My ride or die. We'll figure all this out together, okay?" Cal nodded and leaned into the hand with a sigh. "Now, maybe a towel to clean up before we…"

Before he could finish that thought, Calburn turned his head and sniffed at the mess he'd made on Albert. The typhlosion shifted on the bed, thick tongue flicking out over the humans chest. Albert gasped, huffed, then called out in surprise as the tongue brushed his cock again. Cal looked up at him, a question clearly in his eyes.

One time won't be that bad, will it?

Albert nodded, trying to lay back and relax. Cal eagerly leaned down, his tongue wrapping around the cock and pulling it into his mouth. A hungry growl spilling out before lips closed around the smooth shaft with a gulp.

He thought Calburn's tongue had been hot. The warmth lingered on his flesh for some time after. Now, being fully engulfed in that mouth? He was certain he was going to melt where he lay. Albert arched and gasped, cutting himself off from fully crying out. Calburn's mouth shook with a deep purr as he bobbed his head. Tongue cradling Albert in its softness. Lifting and pushing his cock against the male's maw. Thick, eager saliva coated his cock and clung to it. Tingling with a warmth that soaked him to the core. Albert gasped, grabbing at Calburn's head. His partner only rumbled louder and kept bobbing his head. Dipping lower and lower with each stroke. Only stopping when his nose drove into Albert's lap. At which point he eagerly flicked his tongue out, drew the human's balls into his mouth, and slurped wetly around them.

Albert had gotten head before. He'd played with his cock using toys and lubes and other things. He'd been with a woman before too. Couple serious relationships, one night stand or two. Out of all of that, no matter how great they'd been, none compared to this.

There was something about the way Calburn's tongue rolled and cradled him. The pressure of the Pokémon leaning over him. Something in the scent that all but clogged his senses. Albert couldn't help but arch and push into the mouth. Which only made Calburn make noises that much eagerly. Bobbing and slurping wetly. Tongue bathing every inch of his cock. Drawing him deeper, encouraging him, coaxing him right to the edge.

And then swallowing as Albert released his load into that waiting maw.

Strength left his body as he fell back into the bedding. Panting heavily, head swimming as Albert eagerly swallowed his spunk. tongue rolled and cradled him. Teasing his cock with soft swallows and low gulps. It took Albert a very, very long moment to recover.

"Ju-just going to stay down there?" he gasped. Head reeling as Calburn continued to lick his cock. The typhlosion just purred his response. "Okay, but try not to make too much more of a mess." He huffed and ran his hand over Calburn's head and between his ears. Which made the Pokémon rumble his approval more, ears laying flat eagerly. "Lights..."

Not that he could sleep. He had his eyes closed for, what felt like, a minute before Cal began to shuffle and shift again. "Lights," he sighed and sat up some. Cal looked up at him with a half-guilty look. Tongue still cradling Albert's cock, hand on his own throbbing erection. "Not gonna sleep until we take care of that, are you?" At the guilty look, he felt his heart drop some. "No, I didn't mean it like that, buddy. Where's your sleeve?" Cal turned his head and looked to the side. Over there on the floor, by Albert's kicked off pants, was the toy. Split clean up the middle from the male's rough handling.

"Okay, so that's out..." he looked over Calburn and bit his lip. Would it hurt to help him out? I know the thought of being with a guy, not my thing, but this is Cal. "Hey Bud, Um... Lay back for me?"

Ears perked and stood up. Calburn eagerly moved to lay on the bed, taking the position Albert had been in seconds earlier. His cock was hard, standing proud, knot already deflating again. Though judging from how the cock twitched and throbbed, it was clear that Calburn still had needs.

The things I do for my buddy boy. Give up covers, beds, relationship, and now this. Yet, despite his own thoughts, he found his mouth watering just a little. Wondering how it was going to taste. Could he even take it into his mouth?

With a shaking hand, Albert reached out and cupped the cock. It was hot, but he already knew that. Cal moaned the second his hand touched it, pushing into his grip. "Easy there, Bud. I don't do this, well ever, so take it easy." Cal groaned something that might have been an apology and lifted his head. Watching curiously as Albert leaned over and found himself face-to-face with the cock. So how do I... I guess I just put my mouth around it like he did?

A lick told him that the cock was warm, the mess there somewhere between smokey and salty, with a spicy tingle to it. Not unpleasant at all, certainly enough to make him salivate. He took a breath and leaned in, pressing his mouth to the tip and starting to work down slowly.

It wasn't as easy as he thought. He couldn't just pop it into his mouth and be done with it. No, he had to work to even fit the thick tip into his mouth. Which, as he did, Calburn moaned and whined, rocking his hips up. Precum spurted into his mouth and the cock drove across his tongue. Threatening to drive into his throat. Albert's body reacted in a very contradictory way. It tried to push down and take everything that Calburn had. The taste, the smell, the pheromones were making his head swim. He felt drunk and wanted to do everything he could to take that cock to the very root.

A larger part of him gagged at the pre and tip that jabbed his throat. He couldn't stop himself from pulling off and coughing. Cal lifted his head and let out a teasing noise. "It's my first time, get over it." Albert coughed. "I don't think I'll be able to help there. Not unless you keep very still. Any other ideas?"

That might have been a bad question. Calburn's lips split into a slow smile as he rumbled. Something in his eyes opened a pit of worry in Albert's gut. But he was still swaying, still eager to try. Feels like his rut is rubbing off on me. What a weird vibe.

"Brruk," Cal grunted as he sat up and nudged Albert down. Albert did as the Pokémon clearly wanted, laying back. Cal shifted, almost as if he were going to suck Albert off again. Except this time, he slid his bulk between Albert's legs. With a casual ease that surprised Albert, Calburn pushed his legs up. Readily letting them slide over the Pokémon's shoulders. Calburn rumbled happily and nosed under Albert's balls. Nuzzling them with a pleased look and a huff.

Then he set Albert's world ablaze by licking the human's ass.

That first lap caught him off guard. Albert threw his head back and gasped. The second one made him arch off the bed, toes curling. By the third one, he was all but lost to the world. Calburn rumbled happily at the reaction, licking slowly. Pushing his tongue against Albert's pucker. Teasing him with little licks and laps. using his muzzle to wedge those cheeks apart. Albert's head swam as the tongue kept playing with him. Slowly, gently, prying his muscle open. When Cal nudged that much closer and eased his tongue in, Albert thought he was going to lose it.

His cock went from happily spent to rock hard in record time. Leaping against his belly as the blazing tongue pressed into him. A slow, steady lick that opened his rear up and left him grabbing at the covers. Albert's legs shook as Calburn purred with delight. He licked and pushed slowly, turning his head from side to side. That knot of worry melted away as the Pokémon cradled his rear. Eyes narrowed with pleasure at the noises he was coaxing out of his partner. Albert moaned and nearly sang for the Pokémon. Writhing on the bed as every last vestiges of resistance melted away. His head swam with pleasure and gut trembled. Legs shaking in the air. Toes clenched and curled with each lap. His cheeks flushed as Calburn worked him to an end he couldn't have ever dreamt of.

Fast as it began, the Pokémon pulled back. Albert let out a heated, needy whine without thinking. "Hey, why'd you stop?" He managed to breath, arm draped over his face.

"Hheeee," Calburn chuffed. Breath puffing against Albert's face. It took a second for it to click. His arm came down and Albert found himself nose to snout with the Pokémon. He was suddenly and keenly aware of the bulk over him. That warm, soft body pressing him to the bed. Legs draped over Calburn's powerful thighs. Hands on either side of his head as the Pokémon lay there. Lastly, he became aware of the raging, blazing erection resting against his own need. Albert lifted his head and looked down with a nervous gulp. Cal brought his head down, cheek against Albert's as he purred. Reaching down to take his own cock, holding it as he shifted over the human.

That tip, too thick for Albert to readily take, eased over his balls. Down over his taint. Slowly nestled between his cheeks, then pushed up against his slick rear. Nerves fluttered up and down his spine, but Albert didn’t say anything, couldn’t. Just as slowly, Calburn applied pressure. Using his size and bulk to, gently, pry the pucker open.

A gasp met a groan. Calburn chuffed and Albert panted. Hips moved oh so slowly, tenderly even. Precum flowed freely into Albert's once untouched backside. Adding to the lubricant there. Making it just a little easier with each stroke. If it hurt, whatever pain was overwhelmed by the sheer need Albert felt radiating through him. Each pant, every gasp, brought a new lungful of the thick, rut-laden air into him. His head swam and body rocked with a need he couldn't have imagined.

After a moment that was both too short and far too long, he felt Calburn's sheath nudge his body. The male fully sheathed inside him. Throbbing, needy balls pulsed against Albert's cheeks, more than ready to unload into him. As Calburn shifted and moved, Albert caught sight of his own stomach. Toned, athletic, but not ripped. He took care of himself well enough. Even with the bit of pudge around his core, he could see the bulge from Calburn's cock as it nudged deep into him.

Then he got to watch it retreat as Calburn pulled out. The soft crown of barbs tickling Albert's insides just so. When they brushed something inside Albert, likely his prostate, that made the human jump and moan. Clenching around the cock with pleasure. Cal hissed in response and thrust, maybe a little harder than he intended. Certainly hard enough to rock Albert into the bed.

Without thinking, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Calburn's neck. The Pokémon gladly leaned into him. Hips to hips, chest to chest, looming over him as his body rocked. Steadily finding a pace, a pattern they could both stand. Albert moaned and leaned his head back, mouth falling open with a gasp of pleasure.

Pleasure he couldn't have imagined a mere day ago. Hells, he couldn't have thought it'd be this good hours ago! It felt like the entire world was swaying and rocking. He pushed into Cal's thrusts as the male pushed deep. Albert's cock twitched, spilling his excitement over his sweat-soaked body. The room felt like a sauna as the pair began to build up their head of steam. Cal's body clapping off his with increased fervor.

Of course with him gasping and moaning, Cal took full advantage. One good thrust and Albert threw his head back with a call. Cal was there, that thick tongue diving into Albert's mouth. Pressing deep enough to challenge his gag. Lips met as the Pokémon groaned, letting his tongue wrestle with Albert's muscle. Maybe it was the surprise, could be the pheromones, he didn't know, but Albert found himself suckling on the tongue. Not gagging as Calburn kissed him impossibly deep. Throat bulging out in the same way his stomach was.

It came to a head quickly, at least for Albert. He grabbed and pulled at Calburn. Wrapping legs around the Pokémon without thinking. Pushing up as pleasure shot through him. Hips jerked and his insides clenched around the cock that was sliding so deep in him. Cheeks flushed and body trembled as he arched. His own climax making a mess of his stomach and Cal's fur. Cal rolled into the thrusts, grinding his fuzzy belly against Albert's cock. He moaned into the kiss, almost choking around the tongue, yet not caring. His body shivered, shuddered, feeling that precum spilling into his core. Warming him through and through. Filling him with pleasures he hadn't known he could feel.

They were both so lust drunk that neither noticed as Calburn's thrusts grew shorter. Well, Albert was certainly lost in the sauce about it, but maybe Cal realized. Hips pressed tight to the human, all but pushing him into the bed. Breath came in shorter, sharper grunts. Cal kept kissing, breaking the embrace just long enough for Albert to gasp out before he reclaimed that mouth. Drool ran down the Pokémon's tongue, spilled from Albert's mouth, staining the bed. All while those hips hammered faster, harder, barely even moving. Needy little noises slipping from the Typhlosion.

All while his knot, that toy-destroying swell, was growing thicker. Heavier. Each stroke, every beat of his heart made it swell that much more. Within seconds it was pressing against Albert's prostate. His twice-spent cock twitched against his belly. Trapped between smooth skin and soft fur. Each throb of the knot sent shudders through his body. He jerked under Calburn and broke the kiss with rapid pants of his own. Cal took the unspoken signal and dove in. Lips pressing to Albert's neck, fangs just grazing tender flesh. Hot breath spilled over the neck as hips battered him faster. The clap of balls off ass competing with the creak of the bed under them.

"Ffffummmkaaah!" Albert cried and jerked, lights flashing behind his eyes. Cal drove forward, his bellow buried into Albert's neck. That cock gave one last swell, bulging the trainer's core that much more. He pushed so very tight against his partner as he tensed.

Then came the release.

Albert thought that what Cal had spilled while using the toy had been a lot. He believed that the mess Calburn made when fucking his thighs had been astounding. Nothing could have prepared him for the deluge of burning cum that filled him now. An amount of spunk so staggering that it would have floored Albert if he had known about it at that moment. His stomach rippled and bulged, each shot almost visible on his stomach. Even as his gut began to swell from the sheer volume from the rut-drunk Pokémon, he wouldn't have believed it. Head fell back to the pillows and he gasped. Certain that he tasted some of the cum welling up in his throat, threatening to spill into his mouth. Surely, it was just his imagination. Lost as he was to the moment. His cock twitched and jumped, insides clenching around the manhood in raw pleasure. Grabbing at the knot that would surely split him in half, yet he didn't care.

There was no slow wind down. No gentle cuddle and caress. Calburn huffed, shivered, and collapsed onto Albert. Pinning the human under his bulk. Cock buried so deep into a willing, living hole. Something a thousand times better than any toy could hope to be. Albert moaned, panted, but held onto his partner. Glad to be crushed under the warm bulk as weariness claimed them both in that instant.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I logged in late today." Albert fumbled, juggling keyboard, phone, and breakfast. "It's breeding season, so Calburn was fidgeting all night long. As soon as I'd drift off, he'd jerk or kick or something and wake me up. I have no clue what happened, but my phone ended up across the room. Mattress got knocked off the frame, it's wild." Memories of the night before. Him mounting Cal. Cal pinning him to the bed. Tossing him about. Waking him with a blowjob fit for the gods themselves.

He tilted his head to press the phone to his shoulder as he logged in. Biting his lip to hold back a moan. Calburn was happily, and greedily, behind him. Heavy paws on Albert's hips, spreading his cheeks wide. The Pokémon quietly, but hungrily, cramming his tongue right up Albert's ass again. Low, playful growls rolled across his rear as Calburn played with him. All while Albert's coworker rambled about something or other.

"Yeah, no he's gonna be fine. I got him a toy and some of that heat gel stuff." He shuffled his feet and spread them apart. Cal took full advantage to reach under him, grabbing his cock and stroking it as he ate the trainer's ass out. "Time off?" Albert breathed, "I mean, I'm flex schedule. I can get the work done, I might just be a little distracted. He's been EX-tra clingy." It was taking everything he could not to yelp and call out. Especially as the Typhlosion turned is head and nibbled at his ass. "Oh-okay, Thanks Bill. I'll make sure to pay you back when it's water breeding season." Down went the phone and Albert looked back with a hissed, "You freak, waiting until I'm on the phone to do that."

Cal adopted what looked like a mock apologetic look. Sitting back to show off his thick, plush sheath. "Fine, but quick. Then I have to get some work done." Calburn's maw split into a wide grin.

Before he could move, Albert dropped onto all fours and turned. Leaning in to run his tongue over the Pokémon's sheath and tip. Calburn breathed out a surprised noise, but then moaned as Albert took the tip into his mouth. It was easier now that he'd had some practice. Plus he'd looked up a few ways to take care of his gag reflex. Even still, he felt that urge rolling up his core as Calburn thrust. "Mmph," he grunted around the cock. Drooling around the length as it surged into his mouth. Still, he crouched on the floor and leaned forward. Bobbing his head slowly, using his tongue to play with the length. Calburn huffed and leaned over him, letting him take his time and set the pace. For once at least.

After he'd gotten lust-drunk with Calburn, Albert had kinda forgone wearing clothes about the apartment. Why not? He had curtains, no roommates, no one could see in, and they had groceries. If he needed to, he could always put on pants. Besides there was something, well, exciting about being naked and under the Typhlosion. Utterly free for Cal to come up to him at the breakfast table, or the couch, or his office... Especially as Calburn moaned and stroked his back. Using just the very tips of his claws, and only using enough force to draw soft welts along Albert's back.

He pulled back with a gasped, "Fucking beast, trying to get over me. Maybe one day I'll get you off with my mouth." Albert chuckled and licked the tip, making Cal huff and thrust. Jabbing Albert's cheek with his tip. Albert reached under the desk and grabbed the lube. Spreading it over the cock and making it glisten. Cal knew what was coming and leaned back. Letting Albert turn around. He grabbed a large pillow to kneel on and leaned forward. Cal eagerly sliding over him. Easing into a very natural, for him at least, position. Albert crouched on the ground, kinda low, on all fours. Calburn almost squatting behind him. Erect cock nesting between ready ass cheeks. He breathed out a growl of approval as he leaned back. Albert grinned and did his best to mimic a female typhlosion's growl. Which made Calburn pause, look at him, then grin.

Before Albert could regret his choice, the male lined up and drove in. Lunging forward and all but pinning Albert down. It was easier this time than it had been the first time. Yet there was still the simple fact that Calburn was just so damn big. Albert grabbed the cushion and gasped, head down against it.

Cal snarled like a dominate male and leaned forward, pressing Albert's head down to the ground. The other moved back, scraping side and thighs, before pulling his partner into him. Laying claim with a low snarl and a flare of his fire. Albert's head swam as he pushed up and back into the thrust, showing he was eager. Something Cal gladly took advantage of.

The larger male grunted and sank down. Fangs brushed Albert's neck as the male leaned in, biting his shoulder. Hard enough to let him feel those teeth, but not hard enough to break skin. Claws scraped over his body and caught Albert's hips. Jerking him up and back. Cal huffed into the bite and began to absolutely rut him. Treating Albert the same way he would a female in heat. Slamming his weight off that backside. Body hammering and clapping. The smack of hips off cheeks echoing into the room. Albert moaned and grabbed at the cushion, trying to keep himself steady. Head already reeling as Calburn drove into him at a reckless pace.

Faster, harder, treating his partner with the same care as he would someone he wanted to breed. Cal growled at him, whined, and pushed deep. Shifting from those longer, harder thrusts and into something more primal. Barely even moving his hips as he jack-hammered his partner. Balls crashing off thighs. Recharged and ready, swollen with his need. Cal's body was more than capable of going time after time. Tying with Albert and being ready to go another round almost before his the tie was loose.

"Fuck, fuck!" Albert reached back and grabbed his cock. Fingers slick with the fire-type gel. Heat blazed along his cock as his hand flew over the length. Trying to match Calburn's reckless, savage pace. His world swayed and rocked. “Arrgh...fuck me…” Shoulders hunched as he took everything and gave as best he could. Hips driving up into his stronger partner's body. Heavy, hot breath blasting his shoulder, drool running over his flesh. All while Calburn's knot grew thicker and heavier. The motions so fast he could barely keep track. Ass jiggling with the rapid pummeling.

A sharp tug almost lifted Albert off the ground. He cried out, or thought he did, as his body shuddered. His own balls leapt and seed spilled over the cushion. Ass clenched and grabbed around the cock as Calburn drove in harder. Faster, slamming Albert with wild need. Reaching his own peak mere seconds later. Bellowing a snarl into that trapped shoulder.

This time, Albert got to watch how his stomach bulged and swelled as that thick heat rushed into him. Calburn's desire pouring into him, filling him with enough seed to knock up a dozen fire-types. He gasped and panted, sweat dripping from his body at the sheer heat of it. Groaning like the bitch Cal seemed to think he was. His hand slid down and grabbed his stomach. If he pressed against it just so, he could feel the male’s tip inside him. Throbbing, then spraying that cum so deep into him. Warming his hand as his fingers pressed there. Fuck, why does it feel so good? Can’t believe I’m down here, just loving every second of this.

Maybe he should mount Cal next time, see how he liked it.

The thought made him grin and pant. "Towel." Cal muttered a panted growl, but reached out and grabbed the towel they'd brought in. Flicking it at Albert, he leaned back as his partner cleaned up his hand and front. Both panting, a smile plastered on their faces. "I do need to work, so... HEY!"

Albert yelped as Cal wrapped powerful arms around him and lifted him up. His stomach churned and heaved as everything shifted. Dropping his full weight onto Calburn's throbbing knot. The Pokémon stood and shuffled, dropping into Albert's chair with a grunt. Then he wiggled and scooted the chair up to the computer. Looking rather smug and satisfied with himself. "I bet you think you're so clever."

Cal grinned, "Ruuu," and leaned in to nibble at Albert's neck. Panting heavily as his cock throbbed. Eager to keep that tie going for... About a half hour if their other ruts were anything to go by. Though with Cal keeping Albert in his lap? Well, might be longer this time round. Though it was nice to lean back into that plush embrace as he typed. Hot breath rolling over his neck as Calburn relaxed there behind him. Content to be balls-deep in his beloved partner. Rutting and breeding him, taking out that primal urge. Something that Albert was, surprisingly and increasingly, okay with.

He just wondered what it'd be like after the breeding season ended. Certainly eager to find out.