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Any opportunity to mess with Felix was something that Ryoohki simply had to take advantage of, and any level of opportunity was enough that the bear was willing to try, but there were few hobbies that took the attention of the leopard stronger than a session in front of the screen.

Engrossed with a computer game and using a team chat app, Felix wasn't dead to the world—nothing would take up that much of his mental faculties, but it was just enough that he didn't hear the sound of large, familiar footpaws moving through the threshold of his bedroom, nor their continued pressure on the floorboards as Ryoohki made his way across the room.

“Okay, that does look like fun. Maybe one of these times I'll have to join you in a round, after all.”

Having a rather impressive computer setup of his own, Ryoohki could have played just about any game that he wanted, but there was something to be said for the importance of giving Felix a little room to breathe and a chance to be his own person, when the bear wasn't trying to turn him into a personalized cocksleeve.

Right then, however, was not the time to give Felix any sort of space, and the bear was adamant about making his presence known as he grabbed the wider end of that feline tail, squeezing the air out of the fluff and forcing Felix to fight back an expletive in the process.

“Joe, you've got two bogeys tracking you down. Might wanna t-t-turn around and take care of those?!”

His tone shifted too quickly for the rest of the team not to notice something, but war was war, even in the digital world: as long as Felix was getting his part of the job done, the rest of his teammates were going to wait until the battle was over before asking any of the important questions.

Felix wouldn't have the same opportunity to sit in silence and wonder, as he whirled a quick glare over his shoulder.

“Okay, seriously…what the hell do you think you're doing?”

Though they had a fun back and forth that almost relied on Ryoohki being a tease and Felix being bratty about the same, there was nothing forced in a narrow, frustrated gaze, nor the disappointment that would have followed, if Felix had been taken down while his eyes weren't on the screen.

He immediately turned back, focusing his attention on the task at hand; Ryoohki followed suit, as a tug on that tail and a slow, easy lift of the backside quite literally plucked the leopard from his seat.

With a kick of the leg, Ryoohki pushed that swivel chair aside and plopped right down where it had been, and though it was a bold thing to think, he considered the softer comforts of his lap to be a serious upgrade over the aging foam of the other seat…not to mention the warmth and cushion on the fluff of his chest would prove a better place for Felix to rest his head.

“No, really.”

Felix muted himself, but he couldn't be bothered to stop gaming in the middle of that match. “You've really gotta give me more warning before you start doing…whatever this…o-oh. Oh.”

Ryoohki worked quickly in most situations, and seeing how seriously Felix was taking the game, the bear didn't want to cause any sincere trouble, but he wasn't going to be denied the chance to heighten the gaming experience for his friend.

Yanking down a pair of tight, snug shorts was a good start, and fiddling the with underwear underneath proved a strong enough sensation that Felix couldn't help shuddering against the familiar stroke of Ryoohki's digits, but as well as the leopard knew the bear, he wouldn't think that Ryoohki was already done with him, just because he'd stripped away the cover of his unmentionables.

There was still the drape of his thick, cozy sweater, hanging just low enough that it almost would have provided him with a sense of modesty. Much to his surprise, Felix was allowed to keep that sweater and the familiar warmth that it offered, but that didn't meant that he was going to be allowed to keep his sanctity, the way that Ryoohki often inserted himself into things.

“Lift that leg for me?” Ryoohki asked, as he gripped Felix by the thighs.

Holding the leopard from behind, he already knew how much he was getting to his friend with what he would have called the “subtle" approach, but no matter how easy he took things to start, Felix wasn't a fool enough to believe that things would stay so casual.

“O…okay.”

“And then the other?”

Felix stepped out of his discarded clothes, feeling that much more exposed to know that he wouldn't just be able to pull them back up when they were done.

Then again, it was rare that he knew when they were done, and as long as the match was running, Felix wasn't going anywhere…and Ryoohki knew that, as well.

“Much better.”

His desk wasn't quite the right height to be a proper, standing desk, but for a moment, Felix was forced into exactly that scenario, as he stood in front of the resting bear, wondering just where he was trying to take his approach.

Paws were quick to move back up from the floor, with eager digits carving their own path through the fluff on the back of each leg, bringing fresh bundles of ticklish energy wherever they went. Though each held a unique pressure and presence, they had the same destination, with both palms stealing a quick grope of Felix's ass, before moving just a little bit higher.

That much was a surprise, but to have his hips gripped and pulled was far from a curveball…

…though Ryoohki had one waiting in the wings, as the warmth of his first breath rolled over the underside of Felix's tail, just near the base, where a tight, sensitive orifice was treated to the first of many teasing puffs.

“Okay…m-maybe…maybe I can work with this…”

Bent at the hip and torso just so that he could handle the subtle discomfort of the angle, Felix was leaning over the edge of his keyboard tray with just a hint of his weight resting against the frame.

He was sure it was rated for more weight than that, but Felix was trying his best to be cautious—at the start, at least, as he felt the first probing of a hot, slick tongue against that most sensitive, untouched entrance.

“Sorry about that, guys. There was someone at the door,” Felix lied through his teeth, but those snaggle fangs were dipping a little lower than usual, as the leopard allowed a wicked grin to play across his muzzle. “Back now!”

Felix knew the dangers of taking a break in the middle of a match.

Even in casual play, there was a chance that someone would have shot his plane right out of the sky, but good teamwork meant that there was a level of trust enough that he would be covered in the middle of an unexpected distraction, and even better teamwork on the other end meant that he trusted Ryoohki would allow him to focus on the screen and the match at hand, at least until it was over.

After that, all bets were off, but Felix was pleasantly surprised not to feel the antics of the bear shifting that direction already. Instead, though there was a shifting of that grip, making sure that Felix's hips would remain steady in the face of what was to come, Ryoohki seemed dedicated to the cause: the first, playful taps of his tongue against the pucker of a dampened asshole were being quickly replaced by greater thrusts, as the weight of that slick appendage was moved with stronger purpose.

Felix wasn't fighting anything, deciding to let it happen if it was going to, but he didn't think he would be so lucky as to feel that first inch of penetration so early on.

In the middle of a proper dogfight, it was going to test the leopard's sense of control, but he was under the impression that he could handle it, based only the first few seconds of being tongued.

“You guys picking up on this action? Got one more bogey on my tail…think you can clear them off for me?”

There was a degree of practice that came with playing an online game in a team format, where the players involved would be able—even in piloting game, to figure out the best way to work together.

Fighter planes didn't always fly in formation, after all, but the disconnect between the digital world and a real, dogfighting air space was never greater than it was when people threw all conventional logic out the window and did whatever worked best; thanks to that, Felix was able to trust that someone on his team would be around to chase a bogey off the back end of his plane, while he turned freely to open fire on another, unsuspecting target.

Impressive as it all was and enjoyable as it felt to make such a direct contribution to the team, Felix would have been the first to admit that having Ryoohki's tongue buried in his asshole was better than any computer game he ever could have played.

The only drawback was the fact that he only had two paws to work with, when he really needed a third to reach around the side of his headset.

Muting his voice was going to be the death of him in that round, if anything.

“Not that I'm g-gonna be dumb enough to complain about this, but do you r-really have to be that aggressive with me?”

His question was met with an even stronger pressure, the bulk of that tongue moving with a girth that would have outmatched plenty of the cocks that Felix had fooled around with, but none of them had the level of plasticity that could be had when Ryoohki was putting one of his greatest assets to work.

Providing a simply impressive amount of spittle to that orifice, Ryoohki would have no trouble—and no problem ensuring that Felix was soaked inside and out, though inside was the more pressing matter, when it came to giving the leopard both the most pleasure he could achieve, and the hardest time with the game, itself, when distractions mounted.

“Should have known better than to ask.”

He still wore a hint of that grin, but as Felix unmuted himself again, he sucked in a breath, knowing full well that Ryoohki would try his best to match that timing, keeping the leopard from having a chance to settle back into the game.

His voice was tenuous when he apologized for yet another break in his voice, but Felix leaned into the fact that there would be natural pauses in the action, and, naturally, it would be more of a detriment to the team than an asset, if all the players were constantly talking over each other.

“Got another one c-coming in on me…at…three…oooooohclock…”

For the first time, legs trembled at the behest of the bear, but once that shudder moved down and into Felix's curled toes, it didn't stop: Ryoohki wouldn't allow such a powerful reaction to go to waste, and given what he'd done, he didn't blame the leopard in the least for nearly dropping to the floor, thereafter.

“You doing okay there, Felix? You sound like you just stubbed your toe or something.”

“Totally did. Got way too into things, kicked my leg,” the leopard jumped on that lie and rode it for as long as he could, knowing well enough that Ryoohki wasn't going to let up—at least, not permanently, now that he was taking things a little bit further. “Just a r-really fucking intense round we've got going.”

There were several other teammates starting to wonder about what Felix was really up to, but to that point, no one was saying anything, and the normally talkative Ryoohki didn't have the freedom to speak, but for once, he would have argued that it was better to hold his tongue…

…or to let Felix keep doing so, courtesy of the involuntary clench of his innermost muscles.

“That, uhm…t-that might happen a few more times before the round is over. Just saying.”

Felix did his best to keep things brief. The lavender feline knew that he was fighting with a force far greater than a simulated enemy: though the pilots in game would be difficult to outmaneuver, Felix would at least have the opportunity to escape and fight them on an equal footing, more or less.

With his hips pulled back and his ass sat just so on the end of Ryoohki's muzzle, he was effectively helpless, unable to defend himself against whatever attacks were coming, unable to know when he should have prepared for them, and perhaps worst of all, unable to retaliate, even if the opportunity presented itself.

“Just try to keep your mind on the mission. We're kicking ass out there right now, but it only takes one hit from the other side to swing this whole thing away from us.”

Felix knew the importance of that round. Even if they'd been playing in a casual setting, there was a level of intensity on his team that would force him to bring his “A Game,” but that was easier when he didn't have to balance his focus on the game with his focus on the pumping length of a tongue.

That appendage was gliding further and further into heated, spicy depths, moving with an aggression that told Felix he should have been trying to relax, but that was easier said than done, whenever Ryoohki was involved.

Much as Felix was used to dealing with a far greater girth from the bear, there was a unique challenge to be had in feeling something so flexible against his insides: the leopard braced fully against the desk as he felt the first lashing of that tongue against the nub of his prostate, offering it just enough of a tease that the whispers of an orgasm would leave his voice, but that time, he didn't have the chance to silence himself.

“O-oh…fuck…that's something fucking new …”

“Someone performing a weird stunt? I didn't see anything in my peripheral.”

Each time a teammate chimed in, Felix realized he needed to have an excuse prepared.

He didn't think that far ahead when the tap of a tongue forced his entire body to seize up, and only dumb luck kept him alive in the game…though he had no idea how much more could be left in his personal tank, when the first dribbling of his precum stained the inside of his hanging sweater.

Oversized and draping over the end of his cock, it was acting as a catch for the first dribbling of that slick, clear fluid, but there would only be so much room for collection in the fabric, once Ryoohki took things a step further.

Felix could only imagine what a mess his desk would be if the bear managed to reach his ultimate goal, but he didn't relish the idea of having to wipe a load of cum away from his keyboard—not that he was unfamiliar with the concept of sitting in his comfortable, swivel chair and making a mess of his own paws, but the desktop itself was more of a sacred space.

Whether Ryoohki would honor that same sentiment or not was yet to be seen, but Felix knew which way he figured the bear would lean.

“You c-can’t keep doing that…o-oh…oh my f-fucking God, dude…”

Muttering as though he hadn't muted his microphone, Felix lost his focus on the screen once more: eyes rolled back at the budding sensation of an oncoming climax, but the leopard still wasn't fortunate enough to know his release.

In the middle of such an intense match, it would have been a shame not to be able to focus on what he was enjoying, and though he wouldn't have to choose (no round could compare to an orgasm,) he would be forced to split his attention between those two delights.

Victory in the skies would take a back seat to victory in the room itself, if Ryoohki had his way, and already, the bear could tell that he was fully in the driver's seat, even if the leopard was actively using the end of his muzzle as a seat, himself.

“Seriously, if you keep poking it like that, I don't…I don't know how the hell I'm gonna finish this match,” Felix cautioned, but before he could even finish the thought, he felt the pressure drifting away from that most sensitive organ, sliding back down the channel of his insides with a delicate slither. “I promise I'm not complaining, but that…t-that would be a hell of a way to lose, if we did.”

They were winning by enough when Ryoohki first came into the room that it was unlikely things would blow up in Felix's face that way, but where the match could take a turn on a dime, Ryoohki could take Felix careening over the edge whenever he wanted, with or without warning.

Knowing Ryoohki, Felix didn't expect even the slightest of hints, but as long as he felt the slow, thrusting weight of a tongue glancing along his inner walls, he knew he wasn't safe, even if he was rapidly approaching satisfaction.

It was starting to feel like a race between the bear and the opposing squad, leaving Felix to wonder if the round would even be over before the leopard painted the inside of his hoodie with a fresh load…

…and there was little Felix could do about the shifting pressure, as the tongue unloaded from his backside.

“The fuck?”

Warm, slick presence shifted as Ryoohki took the act external again, moving in so closely that the entirety of his muzzle was pressed against the curve of Felix's backside. That naked flesh would have been perfectly happy to rest upon a greater cushion, but the kissing, suckling efforts of a starting rimjob meant that Felix wouldn't be able to focus on comfort or relaxation: the flicking of a tongue made sure of that, and curled toes told just how much trouble Felix was having with that new tease.

“Ah…a-ahh… fuck!”

“Okay; seriously, dude…are you like…are you jerking it in the middle of the game or something?”

“This has to be the third or fourth time we've heard you moaning over there.”

Felix was starting to wish that his sweater had been removed, if only for the sake of the heated fluster that continued to spread through his cheeks: few things were more embarrassing than being caught with one's cock in their hand, and even the implication of the same could be humiliating.

“That wasn't…n-no! No way, dudes,” Felix tried to counter, but all the while, Ryoohki was kissing and suckling at the tender orifice, adding plenty as much spittle as he could to the spot in the heat of the moment, wanting to provide all the necessary evidence to the contrary. “I just yawned; I didn't sleep really well last night.”

“You yawned in the middle of all this?”

“Yup. Totally what that was.”

It wasn't the most convincing argument, but it was the best that Felix could do under pressure, and just a moment later, he was forced to mute his mic anew, prompted by another deep, eager thrust of that deadly tongue.

“Sounds kinda sus, dude. Why do you keep muting your mic, anyway?”

Felix tried to keep his posture, but the presence of that tongue was such a treat that he was finally forced to drop the rest of the way against Ryoohki. Legs were still quivering as he slumped over against his living chair, but he'd muted himself just in the nick of time, keeping the other evidence of his reactions a secret.

“Because I'm really tired, so I keep yawning,” Felix countered, once he had those moans back under control. “I'm trying to be polite! I figured you guys would appreciate that.”

Truth be told, once the idea was out there, the rest of the team was going to ride it for the rest of the round, but they had no clue what was going on behind the curtain.

Felix never would have heard the end of it, but the possibility of them finding out and the risk he was taking only heightened the pleasure he felt when Ryoohki went back to the prostate a second time, offering it the most glancing of touches.

With such a lengthy tease coming before, Felix had to bite his own lip, digging the point of a snaggletooth fang into his own flesh to keep from crying out.

He didn't have a chance to mute himself, didn't have the time to reach for the button, and didn’t have the luxury of focusing on just how talented Ryoohki truly was, when an enemy fighter flew into range of his radar once more.

That anyone would be able to reach the prostate was already an impressive thing—misrepresentation meant that plenty of people thought it was as simple a matter of reaching in to a certain depth, but Felix knew firsthand that it wasn't that easy.

With his length, Ryoohki wouldn't have had trouble with that in the first place, but more important than depth was aim, and even blindly, his tongue was skilled enough to drift around that spot, tickling it with such feathered touches that Felix was constantly on edge, thinking that every touch thereafter would be the one to get the job done…

…but no matter how close he thought he was, Ryoohki was able to keep from milking that crucial organ, leaving the leopard on edge for that much longer a time.

When the brush of the tongue became more than Felix could possibly stand, he was sure that he was going to finish, but the lift of his posture forced his body to give a signal before he was able to voice that concern.

When it came, it wasn’t the orgasm that Felix was expecting: the grip of the bear was so tight around his hips that he’d been fighting to free himself from that hold since the very beginning, and for the same reason, the leopard was genuinely exhausted, regardless of the lie that he’d told about his being so tired.

“Nnnfuck…t-that’s close…that’s way too close!”

Felix didn’t expect his leg to kick out so suddenly, but the moment that his claws tore away from the carpet, he kicked up and back, completely helpless in the face of his own body, just as much as he was in the grip of the bear.

He’d managed to mute his microphone just in time, keeping the team from wondering where the next attacker was inbound from, but even without that confusion, they were left to wonder why Felix was going through such a long, muted pause.

He was panicking, panting hot puffs of air with such vigor that he couldn’t help the whimper that followed, nor the immediate flood of concern that he felt for Ryoohki.

“Oh, shit! Did I just…a-are…are you okay?”

It was enough of a strike that it forced Ryoohki’s tongue to pause, but the bear was used to taking worse than that in the middle of the act, just from being pushed around by the ones that he loved—rough acts were as commonplace as gentle and delicate lovemaking, leaving the bear with little to complain about.

He gave a quick thumbs up, only lifting one digit from the hips of the leopard. Refusing to give Felix any opportunity to escape, Ryoohki gripped him that much tighter with the fingers that remained, and once the thumb came down, Felix was squeezed so ferociously that he gave up on trying to squirm away entirely; he knew it would have been a wasted effort, especially in the face of what was to come.

Bought me a couple more minutes to focus, though, he thought, as his body crashed back down from that peak, courtesy of a dose of sincere concern for his friend’s health. Not that it’s gonna stop Ryoohki from trying that much harder to make me cum.

He already felt like he was playing his game on borrowed time, but if that was to be the case, Felix was going to make the most of what was proving to be both a rare increase in difficulty, and a rare opportunity to add a new level of thrill to an already exhilarating game.

The gameplay was such an exciting feat that Felix found himself completely engrossed in it, even when he wasn't playing a competitive match, but he couldn't remember anything: no hair-raising maneuver, no match that ended in an exceptionally close call, no last second comeback victory that he'd been lucky enough to be a part of would hold a candle to what was unfolding right then, as the team was getting ready to coast to what he considered a rather routine victory.

For Felix, where one victory was all but assured, the final battle was just beginning, and an eager ursine was trying to decide just how aggressively he wanted to go after the leopard's prostate—the easy way out, some might say, but they both knew that Ryoohki didn't need to use any cheat codes to get the upper hand.

He was already in full control, and Felix, once sitting in the cockpit and flying the fighter jet in a digital realm, felt like he was just another passenger on the airplane, fully at the mercy of Ryoohki’s pilot.

“You guys down for another round, after this? I know we like to try and end the night on a win and all that, but I gotta be honest; I feel like I’m in the mood for one more.”

Normally, Felix would have loved nothing more than to stay up into the wee hours of the morning, knowing that he would spend the day after in a sleep deprived malaise…one well worth the trouble, in his opinion, but he didn’t think he would have the focus to be of much use.

He couldn’t even find the words to state the same when he felt the tip of that ursine tongue coiling around his prostate with sincere pressure, making the first thing that could be considered a proper attack.

After so many jabs and straights, however, that blow was nothing short of a haymaker, and Felix didn’t have the endurance left to keep fighting back against the eternal tease that was the grinning bear.

Giving himself up to the cause, Felix let out a longer sigh, but he’d forgotten to mute his microphone, yet again, giving the rest of the party reason to reach out with a mix of concern and frustration.

“You sure your heart is in this tonight, dude? If you’re not feeling it, you can just tap out, you know.”

“Been a bit of a down round for you, Felix. Normally, you would have had no trouble with a team of scrubs like that.”

The leopard slumped further back into Ryoohki, taking full advantage of the pressure that the long, slick tongue provided, delighting in the fact that it was able to completely stuff his asshole and stretch his pucker, beyond the pleasures of having such a smooth, yet direct pressure on his prostate.

Once more, he kicked back at the bear, but the second strike was intentional, as Felix made one last hurrah, hoping that he might be able to convince his friends to go for one more round; he had a feeling that Ryoohki would be willing to do the same.

“Like I said, I just…I’m…s-so…so f-f-fucking tired,” Felix stammered his way through the lie, but the words weren’t convincing him, much less the people they were directed at. “I know that was a pretty t-terrible round, but if you guys wanna do one more, I am…I am so up for that!”

He was telling the truth, if he managed to get the opportunity, but to that point, Ryoohki was so busy with his tongue that Felix had no idea if his friend objected to the concept or not.

As much fun as the bear was having with that first round, Felix couldn’t imagine that he’d have a problem with going another game, but the feline wasn’t foolish enough to believe that it would be the same as the first, given how much of a familiar scent was already spreading around the room.

The bear was having so much fun with tonguing the leopard that he was giving off more of that delightful aroma than he realized, and Felix, ever appreciative of that scent, felt his body becoming that much weaker with the onset of that coming release.

“Hey man, if you think you can hack it, that’s fine,” his friends told him. “Just make sure you’re not bogging down the team! Been a long time since we ended the night on a win streak!”

It was a wealth of pressure, to be sure, but it was far from the amount that Felix was already under, as Ryoohki threw the hammer and dealt the deathblow: an eager stroke of the pliable tongue forced Felix over the edge, but an instant after he muted his microphone once more.

He would have that privacy to share the moment with Ryoohki, and Ryoohki alone, but even if he’d been broadcasting to the entire server, he wouldn’t have been able to do a single thing about the rush of seed that he felt pumping through the shaft of his cock.

The only thing that could match the pace of that rushing mess was the snaking length of Ryoohki’s tongue, pulling free of that warm, deep cavern just quickly enough to match the pressure along the underside of that full, erect length.

It wasn’t quite as turgid as it might have been otherwise—there were plenty of touches along the way that were left out of the equation, but the fact that Felix was still careening over that edge as hard as he could ever recall was a testament to just how talented Ryoohki could be, and just how much Felix appreciated a little distraction during his gaming sessions, whether he admitted it or not.

“O-oh…fuck…fuck me…that’s gonna go everywhere!” he started to panic, and with perfect timing, the “victory” display flashed across his screen, confirming that he could drop his focus and pay attention solely to the sensation of a mind-blowing orgasm. “Ryoohki, I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer!”

The mess would have been less the bear’s problem to worry about, but there was a minute of proper courtesy from Ryoohki as his tongue coiled around, snaking between the balls and offering them a natural pillow, cushioning the way that the sack tensed up around them at the moment of truth.

“ Nnnfuck!”

Spurting from the tip, that load was more than enough that it would have utterly painted the inside of the panther’s hoodie, but Ryoohki’s tongue reached the tip with impeccable timing, capturing the first gush of that plentiful load.

Shuddering against the offered seat of Ryoohki’s muzzle, Felix was doing everything he could to hump against the slick warmth of that tongue, but more than ever, the bear was holding Felix with such an impressive grip that there was no use in trying to budge from that spot.

He was stuck, helpless to do anything but drink in the sensations of his climax as rope after rope of warm, slick cum splattered against Ryoohki’s tongue, narrowly missing the floor in the process.

Where it was going to end up remained a surprise to the leopard, as he worked his way through the final tremors of his release, numbed by what a powerful sensation had coursed through his body…but he never once stopped to consider that Ryoohki might have had one more trick up his proverbial sleeve.

“O-oh…okay…guys…if we hurry up, I think we might be able to…s-sneak in just one more game, if you were all…ser…mnnf? Rrnf!”

Everyone already had their theories about what Felix was really up to, but the sound of his muffled groans was cause for greater concern.

The heads up display allowed Felix to abate those worries with a quick “thumbs up” reaction to the rest of the team, but he was making an entirely different gesture in person, as Ryoohki stood up, his tongue still utterly soaked by that mess…

…and Felix’s open maw presented itself as the perfect target, allowing the bear the chance to snake that warmth right over the leopard’s tongue, down into the back of his throat.

It was such a fantastic way to bring that first round to an end that Felix didn’t bother trying to fight back, quietly loving the way that Ryoohki embraced him from behind and stood over him, feeding back the very same mess that would have otherwise stained the carpet.

If that was just the ending of the first round, however…

What the hell is he gonna do to me this round? Felix wondered.