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Three weeks without his boyfriend had left Dylan with urges that needed to be satisfied; usually, whenever he needed release, Lucas was there; mouth-open, water drop tail waggling behind him, and ready to suck any spunk that the rabbit had out of him. The deer had left the rabbit boy with specific instructions not to jerk off until he came home from his trip with his biker gang across the country.

The first week was easy, Dylan wasn’t that much of a gooner – but the second and third weeks were hell. Just the slightest hint of anything sexual that caught his eye was enough to get his hog from flaccid to erect in under 15 seconds. He avoided Twitter to the best of his ability and for the most part it worked in keeping his urges under control. But towards the very end of his three-week sabbatical from jorking it, the sight of things that weren’t even remotely sex related would trigger a response from his big bad bunny rod. He almost lost the war to a Nutella and banana milkshake that he made that was so good that it got him hard. He hadn’t gone this long without relief since before he hit puberty and man, his balls ached for release. His nuts grew almost double in size and were so firm and full that when he held them, he could feel them churning with cum.

On the final night before Lucas, his deer boyfriend, was to return, he almost gave into his urges and ruined everything. Lucky for him, he was able to distract himself with a session of Phasmophobia with his friends in VR – spooked the boner right out of him.

VR was a lot more taxing than your other run-of-the-mill games, so after a few hours of hunting ghosts with zero boner in sight, he fell asleep, VR headset still on his forehead and controllers strapped to his wrists. Wearing just his boxers, blanket and bedsheets still neatly folded and tucked underneath him – he passed out almost immediately after he pulled his headset off of his eyes and told himself he was just going to have a quick lie down.

It was, in fact, not a quick lie down; the next time Dylan opened up his eyes, the sun’s rays were peeking in through the small gaps in the blinds, and he saw a soft baby blue blur right in front of his face. Without his glasses, he could still see, but everything was ever-so-slightly out of focus. His vision was extra blurry in the first few seconds after waking up, which made him a little slow to realize what that blue blur was.

His boyfriend.

Lucas didn’t mention to Dylan what time he would be back from his trip, if Dylan had known it would have been in the morning, he might have woken up a little earlier to wait for him like a good boyfriend. This was a nice way to wake up, though.

As his vision slowly returned to its standard level of blurriness, he spotted his boyfriend’s black nose that blended into his upper lip and his pretty septum piercing. The deer was sitting to Dylan’s right, on the empty side of his king-sized bed. He was fully clothed; v-neck t-shirt, black leather jacket, and slightly scuffed up jeans that Dylan never understood the purpose of. Why would someone pay MORE for clothes that looked worn-in? Something something about how it fit the grunge goth-punk aesthetic better – Dylan wasn’t so sure, but he liked the way it looked on Lucas. Plus, anything that made Lucas happy, he was happy with. He loved seeing his deer boyfriend’s beaming smile whenever he dressed in what made him feel comfortable in his own skin. It also didn’t hurt that Lucas looked good in whatever he chose to wear, too.

“Mornin’, ya dafty.” The baby-blue deer boy said with a smile and placed a hand on the rabbit’s leg. Dylan was severely underdressed in comparison to his boyfriend, having only a pair of light grey boxers on. It was bulgy in the middle, owing to the bunny’s large carrot. Lucas made sure to place his hand as close as possible to the bunny’s crotch without actually touching it. His fingers were close enough for the proximity sensing capabilities of Dylan’s dick to pick up on it, which accelerated its morning routine of getting hard.

“Good morning…” Dylan said with a soft, pre-yawn voice. His mouth slowly went from a small “o” face to full open-mouth yawn. He stretched his arms over his head as he yawned and reached his right hand out to place it on Lucas’s hand that was pressed onto the mattress. “Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna get here in the morning?” Dylan smiled at his blue and slightly blurry boyfriend before he yawned again and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He rubbed away the crust that formed in the corners of his eyes before he dropped his hand down to rest it on his stomach and just stared at his boyfriend with a happy, goofy, and sleepy smile. The rabbit was genuinely happy to see him, three weeks without his antlered boyfriend was far too long.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders and gave the Holland Lop’s upper thigh a firm and endearing squeeze. "Now where’d the fun in that be? I’d miss seein’ ye wake up. And ye’re pure adorable when ye first come to." The deer gave his boyfriend’s thigh another squeeze and slowly moved his hand further up his thigh. He stopped just as his thumb and index fingers encroached onto the leg opening of his boxers.

Dylan’s eyes were quick to take notice of the deer’s subtlety with his hand and stared at it as it crept further up his leg, once it came to a stop, he redirected his gaze back to the deer, who was smiling a little more cheekily than he was just a few seconds prior. He squeezed Dylan’s thigh again and let his eyes wander down to the grey boxers that his boyfriend was wearing, his nose did a little wiggle that shook his nose ring a little and he watched as the bulge in the middle of the bunny boy’s boxers gently twitch and grow.

"Plus, I’d’ve missed seein’ ye get yer mornin’ wood—an’ ye ken fine well how much I love that." Lucas snickered, pulled his hand away from his boyfriend’s thigh, and shimmied his way out of his leather jacket. He then got up from the bed to drape his jacket over the back of Dylan’s desk chair that was on the other side of the spacious bedroom. The rabbit’s bedroom in his apartment was the size of most entire studio apartments in the city; the perks of being from old money – not the regular old money, either, the type where your last name was synonymous with an entire industry, one so filthy rich that even if they lost 99% of their wealth, they would still be in the highest of the highest of crops of the one percent. Dylan wasn’t exactly proud of how rich his family (and therefore he) was, but when the last name you are born into comes with a trust fund, a six figure allowance to spend on “fun stuff”, and a handful of real estate properties in different cities all across the globe just in case anyone in the family needed a place to stay during a last-second trip where all the local six star hotels were fully booked, it was equally a crime not to take advantage of it.

Dylan’s penthouse apartment was one of just five in the building that he lived in, and his was the largest, on the highest floor. The apartment, initially purchased as an asset of his family’s business, was transferred to his name and registered as his primary residence to reduce the property tax rate that they would have to pay. The rabbit was reluctant, at first, but after he had moved into it for about a year, he had made the place his own space and fell in love with the convenience of his own private helipad, infinity pool that overlooked the city, and the endless amount of space he had for his hobbies. It did get lonely after a while, though, living in such a big space all by himself. He was never pushy about Lucas moving in with him, which was why Lucas hadn’t officially moved in yet, but whenever Lucas was there with him, the apartment finally felt like a home.

The bunny watched as his boyfriend took his leather jacket off and walked over to the other side of the room to drape it over the back of his computer chair. He perched himself up on his elbows, leaned his shoulders against his bed’s headboard, and watched his boyfriend as he stood by his computer chair. He tilted his head to the side slightly and was just about to ask him what he was doing over there when he saw Lucas’s hands move to the hem of his black form-fitting t-shirt. His fingers curled around the bottom of his shirt and he lifted his arms over his head to pull his shirt off. He tried his best to do it in one smooth motion, but it was almost impossible for a deer fella like him – antlers always getting in the way. Luckily for Lucas, his antlers were of the clip-on clip-off variety, and he was able to take them off and set them aside to allow for easy and sexy removal of his shirt in a way that was sexy to the buck-toothed carrot crunching boy who watched from the bed, morning wood brewing like a pot of coffee. Dylan’s eyes followed the black cotton blend as it peeled from the deer’s back and stayed on the deer’s pretty fur as he draped the shirt over the back of the chair, too. He waited patiently for the deer to turn around and show him one of his favorite things about his body; his mastectomy scars.

Lucas was a transman; assigned female at birth and transitioned to male, which meant he came with a few quirks and features that most guys did not; his mastectomy scars being one of them. Dylan had no idea that Lucas was trans when he met him; all he saw was a cute guy that he wanted to approach but was a wee little bit too scared to, even if he was taller, bulkier, and (probably) stronger than him. Confidence was not measured in feet and inches, so it unfortunately did not translate. It didn’t help that Lucas was surrounded by his biker gang who were all dressed similarly in intimidating goth-punk attire – full of studded accessories that looked like they could be used as improvised weapons. He didn’t want to think about what the big burly guys and gals that surrounded the blue deer would do to him if he made a move that ended up being the wrong one. Dylan had a gaydar, but it was a faulty hit or miss mess – more misses than hits. He was a shy and introverted nerd with a big dick that barely anyone knew about. Which was a real shame.

Lucky for him, Lucas saw his many glances and approached the lone bun sitting at the bar with a book of all things.

Who brings a book to a bar?

Those were the words Lucas used as a pickup line, almost verbatim, but with a thick Scottish accent that made Dylan fall for him even more.

"Who in their right mind brings a book tae a bar?"

When Lucas finally turned around to face Dylan, topless, with his slim and fit torso on display, the bunny’s smile widened before the VR headset that was still on his head slid down from his forehead and covered his eyes. He let out a slightly panicked yelp before he sighed disappointingly.

Lucas couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his boyfriend when his VR headset slid over his eyes, he was going to strip down to his boxers so that he and his boyfriend were on equal footing attire-wise but stopped and walked over to the robo-rabbit and helped get his dystopian gaming gear off of him. He grabbed the headset with both hands and gently lifted it up off from his head. He pulled it up high to get the rabbit’s long and floppy ears through the headset’s strap. Dylan flicked his ears up and made them stiff to make it easier for Lucas to take the headset off of him. Once the headset’s strap was off and away from his long grey ears, Lucas set it on the floor next to the controllers that he presumed fell from his boyfriend’s grubby gamer hands as he drifted off to sleep. After he stood back up from bending over to gently rest his boyfriend’s expensive gear on the floor, he narrowed his eyes and began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

‘Zzzzzzzziiiiip.’

The deer dropped his pants down to his ankles, and unlike the rest of his clothes, he simply kicked those to the side and climbed onto the bed to join Dylan in a two boy boxers bed party. Lucas’s boxers were a silky black, with no real distinction between the waistband and the boxers themself, the pouch in the front of his boxers were a little bit baggy as opposed to the mega bulge that Dylan sported by the time the deer laid down on his side next to him.

Lucas raised his arm to lie down with his arm down on the pillow and his head in his hand. With a smirk on his lips, he brought his free hand back to his boyfriend’s thigh again, this time, his entire hand was on the leg part of boxers on his right leg. His fingers barely grazed against the base of the bulge that was begging to be set free from its prison, which only made it throb and twitch more. The pair of boxers that Dylan had on him were a little worn in, which allowed his bulge to fit a little more comfortably inside its pouch; that didn’t mean that he didn’t eventually push the fabric of his under garment to its limit, though.

With his deer boyfriend now with him on the bed, Dylan turned his head to the side to look at him and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.

Lucas hated it when Dylan just stopped and stared at him, the bunny’s eyes were so big, so blue, and so full of wonder that it felt like he was scooping directly into his soul with them. Don’t get him wrong, Dylan’s eyes were pretty, too, but they had the tendency to be too pretty for his own good. Lucas didn’t get red often, but when Dylan looked at him the way he always did, his face betrayed him and flushed a soft red almost every time.

“What?” Lucas raised a brow at his boyfriend and did his best to try and mask the redness that he could feel warming up his cheeks. “Do I got something on me face?” He briefly removed the hand that he had on the rabbit’s thigh to wipe the back of it across his face just in case there was something there.

Dylan, ever the charmer, took the opportunity to be a little bit of a rizzler. “You have something on your lips.” When Lucas pulled his hand from his face to check and see if he was able to wipe anything off from his face, Dylan lunged his face forward and planted his lips on the deer’s. He initially wanted to go in for a quick peck, but it had been three weeks since he last kissed his boyfriend, so it quickly shifted into a kiss of the French variety. They exchanged tongues and saliva and Dylan rolled over to get on top of Lucas.

Lucas broke the kiss briefly to let out a chuckle. “Ooooooh? Miss me THAT much, ey?”

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Dylan couldn’t take credit for the “You’ve got something on your lips” tactic, because Lucas was the one who did it to him first. It was on the night of their third date, at what had become their usual restaurant spot; Biryani Boulevard, a mom-and-pop Indian place that had a couple of Michelin Stars under its belt, but still kept its prices affordable despite its newly found prestige. It became more popular and harder to secure a table, but the owner knew Dylan’s parents, and thus he received special treatment. Nepotism was good sometimes.

The trust fund bunny boy wasn’t too adventurous when it came to food, he tended to stick to things he was familiar with. So, when it came to Indian food, his only experience with it was the occasional a curry here and there. Once he learned that Indian was Lucas’s favorite, he made an effort to try more than just a Tikka Masala, even if the name of the dishes and their ingredients seemed a little scary.

Lucas and Dylan were sharing a few giant bowls of curry and a stack of naan when the deer, brought his elbows onto the table, rested his chin in his interlocked hands, and started staring at the bun as he stuffed a curry-dipped piece of naan that was a little too big into his mouth. When Dylan noticed his date staring at him, he panicked, quickly chewed his food, swallowed, and brought his napkin up to wipe every square-inch of his face and mouth. “Did I get curry on my face? Oh no, oh no.”

Lucas started to chuckle when the bunny panic-wiped his entire face with the napkin that he kept on his lap to catch the inevitable droplets of curry from ruining his pants and continued to stare even after the lop pulled the napkin away from his face and realized it was completely clean.

“Ya missed a spot,” Lucas said with a smirk that made him look so bratty and punchable, but charming at the same time. Dylan, confused as to how he could have missed anything with how aggressively he wiped, gave the deer a puzzled look, which only grew more puzzled as time passed.

The deer took the opportunity of Dylan’s confusion to lean over the small table that was in between them and press his lips into the bunny’s in what was their first kiss. Dylan went wide-eyed while Lucas closed his and he brought his hands to cup both of the cute carrot cruncher’s cheeks.

Dylan’s wide eyes went even wider and his floppy ears shot up into the air when he felt the deer’s hands cup his cheeks. While he was reluctant to let his date’s tongue into his mouth at first, eventually, after a few seconds, he parted his lips and his wide eyes slowly closed, too. Their kiss, although very brief (only a few seconds), was enough for them to get a taste of each other’s mouths and the curry that lingered on both of their breaths. When the kiss broke, Lucas opened his eyes slowly and smiled at Dylan as he did the same.

"There we go, all clean, ya big numpty."

The bunny’s cheeks were redder than the bowl of Murgh Kari that was in front of him and his big ears slowly dropped back down. He stared at the deer, who he thought was so handsome and cool, and wanted so badly to tell him so, but couldn’t. He sure did wish he wasn’t a shy boy, but he couldn’t help it – Lucas was helping him come out of his shell bit by bit, but he could only do so much. The deer didn’t mind the bunny boy being shy and a bit introverted, in fact, he thought it was cute.

And you know what they say about shy boys and how good they are in bed.

Lucas was yet to find out about that little (big) bonus.

The blue deer smacked his lips after his kiss with his date and fluttered his eyelids at him as he put his elbows back onto the table and rested his chin in his hands again. He found himself lost, staring at that dorky rabbit’s wiggling nose and buck teeth. He could have sat there and stared at him for hours, but as much as he wanted to do that, he didn’t want their food to get cold. After about a minute, he pulled his elbows from the table and reached his hand out to grab another one of those delicious garlic naans, when suddenly, a loud groan came from the table next to them.

“Uuuuuuuhggggghh. We get it, you guys are gay, you don’t need to rub it in our faces,” the voice came from a man, a hyena who looked no older than 21, had a baseball cap on to hide his already receding hairline. He was there with his date, a gorgeous gazelle woman who was so out of his league that the only explanation had to be that he had money. The hyena’s blonde-haired date, in a gorgeous red dress, went wide-eyed and kicked the hyena in the shins under the table once he started to make a fuss.

“Bryce, stop it,” she said, before turning to look at both Lucas and Dylan apologetically. Bryce, the hyena who probably dropped out of college to enroll in Andrew Tate’s Hustlers University, shook his head and ignored the wise words of his date. He had his hands placed firmly on the table, claws lodged deep into the silk placemat, and his lips morphed into a snarl that showed of his snaggletooth-ridden bite.

Upon hearing the unusually loud groan both Lucas and Dylan turned to look at the table to their left, the two guys being dudes looked across the healthy ten feet of distance between their tables with confusion plastered on their faces. When the homophobia started spewing out of the hyena, that’s when their confused looks turned to discomfort from the rabbit and annoyance from the deer. Dylan was quick to return his gaze back to the food in front of him in an attempt to ignore the bigot and enjoy the date and the delicious meal in front of him some more. As he reached for another helping on naan, the hyena, who was just told by his date to stop, got louder.

“Why? I’m tired of this gayness being shoved in our faces.” The hyena’s snarl grew wider, and although he was talking to the gazelle seated across from him, he half-turned in his seat, took one leg out from under the table, and looked at Dylan. The fact that the bunny wasn’t looking back at him seemed to tick the bigot off even more than the “gayness” that was apparently being shoved down his throat. It was clear to everyone in the restaurant that his bigotry and hatred of anyone who was different to him was the result of a deep-rooted insecurities, combined with the constant desire to be more “alpha” – it was the clearest to his gazelle date, who sat across from him disgusted, embarrassed, and ashamed that she ever agreed to go on a date with such an insecure, limp-dicked loser like him. Whatever number he had in his off-shore bank accounts was not worth it.

The gazelle, gracious and gorgeous as ever, turned to look at Dylan and Lucas and apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry you two, please don’t listen to him.”

The hyena raised his voice and turned his attention to his date, “Stay out of it, woman.”

The gazelle sunk into her seat and looked at the hyena, terrified. She had never felt so put down and violated just because of her gender. The way the hyena snarled at her sent her into the scary in-between area of her flight or fight response where she just froze in place, like a deer in headlights.

Lucas, unlike Dylan, kept his gaze on the hyena, but for some reason the hyena put all his focus on Dylan, who continued to ignore him and enjoyed his naan dipped in butter chicken. For a bunny with such big ears, his ability to ignore what he didn’t want to hear was incredible. He wasn’t deaf, but just tuned out the homophobia directed at him and his boyfriend like how one would switch from one radio station to the next on a long road trip in a busted up old car without Bluetooth until they found the perfect station.

Dylan’s perfect station was sitting right across from him, even if he looked like his head was about to explode in a ball of fire from rage.

The bunny had learned long ago to not engage with anyone who was like that. Bigots, bullies, and homophobes thrived off getting a reaction from you; most of the time, if you just ignored them, you took their power away.

Most of the time.

This was not one of those times.

The hyena was not happy that his words were going in one of the bunny’s long and floppy ears and out through the other. With another loud and obnoxious groan, the hyena grabbed his used napkin that was on the table and hurled it at the bunny. The curry and saliva-stained cloth napkin hit the rabbit square on the back of his head, at which point ignoring the biggest gaping asshole in the room wasn’t quite possible anymore. Dylan let out a sigh, turned to look at the hyena, who seemed pleased that he was finally able to get the rabbit’s attention.

“Can I help you?” Dylan asked politely. He didn’t even have the slightest bit of annoyance on his face. Although he didn’t intend to, his tone came off as condescending. The bun just wanted to enjoy Indian food with his boyfriend in peace, man.

“You know what I want? I want you to leave. You disgust me. We’re all out here trying to enjoy a good ethnic meal, we didn’t sign up to watch gay porn.” The hyena rolled his eyes and turned around to look at his fellow patrons of the restaurant as if looking for someone with the same vomit-inducing mindset to back him up. All he saw were shocked looks and stares, which he somehow did not take as a hint to shut the fuck up.

Lucas’s face gradually went from shock, to stillness, to anger the more words came out of that dumb hyena’s face hole. The deer’s brows raised, lowered, then furrowed together like two fuzzy caterpillars meeting on the same leaf. He felt his blood boiling in his veins and wondered why Dylan was being so cool about it and just taking it as it came to him. He managed to keep his Scottish instinct to jump to his feet and knock the hyena’s crooked teeth straight under wraps, though, he would have hated to make a scene and get barred from returning to his favorite restaurant.

Dylan wasn’t one to confront people, nor was he one to really get himself involved in things where there was a high chance that he could get hurt, but since he was already involved in this particular situation and he already tried his usual strategy of ignoring it with little success, a certain part of his brain where all the sass was stored unlocked; if he were having an MRI scan, a doctor would be able to point to the specific part of his brain because it would have been glowing bright on the screen.

The Dutch rabbit took in a deep breath through his nose, held it in for two seconds, then exhaled through his mouth with a tinge of parental disappointment. Lucky for Lucas, the bunny was wearing contacts, else he would have had to bear witness to a move straight out of the anime Ace Attorney involving a push of his glasses up his muzzle and a swift turn to point at the hyena in an accusatory manner. But since he DIDN’T have glasses on, all he did was grab the napkin that was tossed at him, stand up from his chair, and walk the distance from his and Lucas’s table to the hyena’s. The restaurant had gone dead silent ever since the bigot started talking and somehow had gotten even quieter as the rabbit boy walked over to confront the man who was at the very least three times his stature.

The vibe in the Indian restaurant was tense, save for the soft Bollywood movie music playing in the background. Anyone (everyone) who was looking on from their tables was biting their nails with anticipation over what the bunny was going to do now that he stood right next to the hyena’s table.

Was he going to punch him? Was he going to get punched? Was he going to kiss the gazelle who sat across from the bigoted hyena and show her what a real man was? No, maybe, and no, he was far too gay for that. If anyone wanted to make big money, betting against the rabbit boy would have been a smart position.

What the rabbit did do, was reach his hand out to drop the napkin on the hyena’s plate with a smile.

“I think you dropped this, mister.” His tone was soft, calm, and quiet – unusually courteous for someone who was on the receiving end of what was legally a hate crime. The hyena, who was sat down at his table, looked up at the bunny boy as he approached, and for a moment, it looked like fear came over him. But then a second later, it was like he remembered that he was over seven foot in height, and could snap that bunny like a twig if he wanted to.

And he did want to. He really wanted to.

The hyena balled his right hand into a fist, which attracted a strong disapproving glare from the gazelle he was with. He unclenched his fist, most likely an ill-fated attempt to salvage whatever chance he still had left of slipping in between those gorgeous gazellian thighs. He didn’t know it yet, but he was no longer on thin ice; he had fallen through into the frozen lake of not getting laid tonight.

The hyena maybe had a 20% chance of calming down and realizing the woes in his ways of bigotry, but those chances circled the drain once Dylan opened his mouth and let his sass out.

“You should use it to wipe all the shit that’s coming out of your mouth.”

“You cocksucking faggot little shit.” the hyena jumped out of his seat so quickly that he almost took the table his legs were tucked under with him. The gazelle let out a little squeak of a scream and jumped in her seat as the hyena rose to his full seven feet. Dylan, who was standing at the side of the hyena’s table, jumped about half a foot backward and tilted his chin up to look the hyena right in the eye. He wanted to back away and make a run for it, but for some reason, he froze in place, like a deer in headlights about to become roadkill. He let out an audible gulp as the hyena put his hands on his shoulders and shoved him, hard.

Dylan, was so much smaller and lankier than the hyena, who was running on Red Bull and roid rage, so when the hyena stood up, he towered over him and cast a shadow so large that for a brief moment the bunny’s pupils dilated to let in more light to his retinas. His ears, which had been flopped to the sides of his head, pointed back ever so slightly as part of his flight response, better aerodynamics and all of that. Everything happened so quickly, the hyena standing up, almost knocking over his table, and shoving him with so much force that Dylan stumbled backward and fell on his ass. If he tumbled back an inch further, he would have hit his head on the side of his and Lucas’s table.

Gasps echoed through the restaurant as the bunny tumbled backward and lost his footing.

Lucas was ready to get up from the table ever since he saw Dylan get up and grab the napkin that was thrown at him. Witnessing his date get shoved to the ground, he pushed himself from his seat at the table and dashed to get in between the rabbit and the hyena who kept coming closer and closer.

"Oi, leave 'em be an' fuck off, will ye?" Lucas shouted in an attempt to get Bryce to stop getting closer to him and the downed bunny behind him. The hyena, eyes red with rage, continued to walk toward the deer and the bunny.

“Get out of the way, faggot.” Bryce grumbled and balled both his hands into fists, ready to beat the shit out of the two.

As the towering hyena closed the gap in between the “faggots”, Lucas’s right hand balled into a fist, and he lunged forward with his arm pulled back. Once he got close enough, he swung his fist into the bigot’s left cheek.

‘SMACK!

It wasn’t Lucas’s first rodeo punching someone; and despite his small stature, he packed a hard punch. The hyena had underestimated the deer lad immensely, mostly due to his size. He assumed he would have been able to just shove him to the side just as he did with the bunny rabbit. Boy was he wrong.

The deer’s fist landed square against the hyena’s jaw and caused his face to turn to the side as the force from Lucas’s fist transferred to him. His cheek rippled and a mixture of saliva, sweat, and a small amount of blood flew from the hyena’s mouth as he stumbled, lost his footing, and found himself on the ground just like Dylan; except, his eyes were closed, he was flat on his front, and he was out cold.

‘Thud.’

“Cunt.”

There were no gasps, just pure silence from the other patrons in the restaurant. The gazelle sat in her seat and continued to eat her meal while her date lay like a defeated obnoxious influencer-turned-boxer on the floor. The rest of the restaurant went back to normal just shortly after Lucas walked over to extend a hand out to Dylan and help him up onto his feet.

“You alright?” Lucas asked his bunny boyfriend, who sat there on his ass, hands flat on the floor, staring at the deer like a WWE superfan at John Cena. His eyes were wide, his cute bunny nose wiggled all over the place. He was still in shock, but was also in awe of his date who just knocked out someone more than twice his size with one punch. When the deer’s blue hand reached out to him, his eyes slipped away from his face down to it and he stared for a few seconds – the deer didn’t even have a single mark on his hand. The rabbit boy continued to stare in awe for another ten seconds. He would have stared longer, had the deer not said anything to get his attention.

“Dylan?” the deer continued to hold his hand out to his date, the look on his face full of concern for him.

“Huh?”

“Ye good?”

“Y-Yeah.” Dylan nodded and reached his hand out to grab Lucas’s. He let out a grunt as he, with the help of the deer, got back onto his feet. Once he was vertical again, he stared at the deer some more and felt his chest fuzz up with a warmth so great that he knew, he just knew, that Lucas was the one he would call his boyfriend.

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Dylan and Lucas kissed, snuggled, and spent the day at home together. Lucas told Dylan stories of what he and his biker brigade got up to for the three weeks that he was away, and Dylan told Lucas about his different escapades in games with his squad. The deer wasn’t much of a gamer himself, at least not the same games that Dylan frequented, but he was always interested in what he did, how many kills he got, and how many matches he got MVP in. Dylan was the same, too, although he was a bit of a nerd when it came to motorbikes, which made Lucas’s stories just that more interesting.

After hours together in bed, kissing, laughing, and catching up, Lucas and Dylan went on about their day, eating together, watching movies, and just enjoying the mundane until the sun went down. With dinner in their stomachs and their dirty dishes were in the dishwasher, the two boyfriends were in bed by midnight.

Dylan had been hoping to get freaky with Lucas once he had gotten back from his trip; he had been refraining from masturbation the entire time that the deer was gone and he really really needed it. When it didn’t happen on the first day that Lucas came back, he was a little miffed, but what was one more day when you already refrained from McJorking it for three whole weeks?

Sharing the bed with his boyfriend that night was hell; he kept getting hard and leaked a ridiculous amount precum into his boxers. But once he was able to get his hog down, he was out like a light.

The next morning, the same rays of light leaked in through the small gaps in the blinds that covered up the windows; this time, the light landed directly on Lucas’s face, He slowly opened his eyes, only to be blinded by those rays of light that crossed diagonally over his face. He squinted and stretched his arms over his head as the city below started to wake up, too – beeps and honks from the cars on the street, the gentle whistle of the strong wind blowing against the high-rise building that they were in, and even the sound of birds chirping (although that last one might have just been in Lucas’s head). He found himself separated from his bunny boyfriend, having remembered that he snuggled up to him as he slept, he figured he must have rolled away in his sleep. With an open-mouth but silent yawn, the Scotsman rolled over onto his left shoulder to turn and look to see if his boyfriend was awake yet.

Lucas couldn’t help but smile at what he saw; his boyfriend, fast asleep, mouth open like a cartoon character catching some Zs. If he had a bubble of snot expanding and deflating on his nose, he would have been the perfect recreation of Jerry happily sleeping in Tom & Jerry. The blue deer boy loved watching his boyfriend sleep, he was so cute sleeping so carefree, without a single worry in the world.

Another benefit of getting to watch his boyfriend sleep was getting to see him wake up. His little yawns, the way his cute nose scrunched up just before he opened his eyes, and the crème de la crème; watching his boyfriend’s dick slowly twitch and grow as his body’s internal clock struck “morning wood” hour. Lucas wasn’t one to interrupt the natural process, so he just laid there, watching his boyfriend as his chest rose and fell and the bulge in his grey boxers slowly started to grow.

Lucas’s grin grew slowly, just like the bunny’s cock did in between those strong jumping legs. His eyes slowly drifted away from his cute open-mouth sleeping face down his torso, to the boxers that was hiding his Loch Ness Monster. The deer raised a singular brow for a moment when he realized that the grey boxers the bunny had on were the very same pair that he had on yesterday when he first got home to snuggle him in bed. He gently placed a hand on the bunny’s thigh and glanced at his face to make sure he didn’t wake him up with his touch. With confirmation that the bunny boy was still fast asleep, he looked back down at his boyfriend’s dick and watched as it filled the pouch of those boxers to the brim and beyond.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

With each beat of the rabbit’s heart, more and more blood flowed to his cock. It didn’t take very long at all for Dylan’s dick to grow to its full size, daring to tear through the stretchy fabric. Once the bunny’s c(l)ock hand struck morning wood o’c(l)ock, his dick’s twitching slowed as the blood flow to it slowed down to a rate that maintained its erect state. Lucas found himself licking his lips as he stared at the ginormous bulge that his sleeping beauty boyfriend had. He glanced up at his face again to check if he had woken up and let out a little chuckle to himself when he saw once again that the bunny was still asleep. He pushed himself to sit up on the bed and shimmied his way out of his boxers. Once they were off, he tossed them to the side, and very carefully crawled his way to the foot of the bed to get himself in position to unwrap his breakfast in bed. He licked his lips again as he crawled his way in between his boyfriend’s slightly spread legs and nestled himself just right. He pressed his hands firmly into the bed to prop him up over his boyfriend’s pelvis with his face mere inches away from that fat and musky bulge. He looked up at his snoozing boyfriend one more time before he offered up his full attention to the bulge like it was some sort of deity.

Lucas was not a religious person; however, he did like to worship certain things. Dicks, for example, were up there in the hierarchy of things he liked to worship, balls were a close second. There was just something about dicks that clicked with him, tickled a certain part of his transman brain. The deer was fine with not having one of his own, it wasn’t important for him to have one for his identity, and if he really wanted one, he had the pick of the litter from his collection silicone harness-compatible dildoes. But he had to admit that he felt a little dick envy from time to time. Whether his fixation was related to it or not, not even Lucas knew; all he knew was that he adored, loved, and cherished having a cock in his hands and mouth. He didn’t mind having it in his ass or pussy every now and again, either, but man, without the tastebuds that his tongue had or the scent receptacles that were in his nose, he would be missing out on a big factor as to why he was so enamored by dicks, their smell and taste.

He continued to stare and admire his boyfriend’s morning wood through the grey boxers for a few more seconds before he slowly lowered his face closer and closer to it. His nose wiggled and danced as he got closer to his boyfriend’s grey boxers. His septum ring and black nose pressed gently against the rabbit’s firm cotton-covered rod. He took in a deep breath through said nose and let out a satisfied sigh that he tried to keep quiet. He was successful throughout his first few sniffs of his boyfriend’s dick musk, but the more of the rabbit’s pheromones he took in, the harder it became for him to keep his excitement under wraps. He started getting wet and steamy in his own boxers.

‘Snfff… Snffff…’

Lucas’s pussy became hot, steamy, and moist just from the smell that his boyfriend’s morning wood emitted through his boxers. He felt his heart thump in his chest with excitement as he could smell how pent up he was. The three weeks he was away must have been hell for the rabbit. He felt a little bad that he intentionally blue balled him yesterday just to make his dick that more sensitive when it came time for draining.

The deer let out moan after moan as he took in the smell of his boyfriend’s dick, after about three minutes where the only sound in the bedroom was Lucas’s breath getting consistently shakier over time as he basked in his boyfriend’s dick stink, he pulled his nose out from the bunny’s bulge, blew a shaky breath over him as he pulled away and took a moment to pull himself together and pull his own boxers off.

He took one hand off of the mattress and slid his fingers underneath the waistband and shimmied his way out of his black boxers that now had a dark damp spot in the middle. As his boxers peeled from his crotch and slid down his legs, a thin string of his pussy juice stretched out to connect his cunt to his undergarment. Once he had shimmied them down to his knees, the string snapped and he kicked them the rest of the way off. His raindrop-shaped deer tail wiggled behind him, showing his excitement as he then reached both of his hands forward to gently slip his digits underneath the waistband of his boyfriend’s boxers.

“C’mere, Nessie.” The deer said with an uncharacteristically cute chuckle. He curled his fingers around the bunny’s boxers and pulled them down slowly so the reveal of his dick was more dramatic. The bun’s pubic tuft was first to make an appearance, then the base of his shaft, which went on for a long time as he pulled his Dolce and Gabbana boxers down to his knees. Once those fancy but old boxers went past those strong rabbit knees, out came the tip of Dylan’s dick.

Dylan’s junk was mostly white; from pubic tuft, to shaft, to his fat and full balls. Save for about one-third of his shaft that led on to his tip, which slowly crossfaded from white to a vibrant rosy pink. His dick was uncut, too, which was a big reason why Lucas liked his dick so much. He pulled his boyfriend’s boxers down all the way until Dylan’s bunny boy dick flopped upward and stood tall like the Eiffel Tower in France, just without the crowd of tourists and scammers around it. His very own private phallic tower, all for him to enjoy.

The deer’s endearing nickname for Dylan’s dick was “Nessie”, like the Loch Ness Monster, because of its size. The bunny didn’t have the biggest dick that Lucas had ever seen, that went to some femboy who ran a hair salon, but it was big enough and more than enough to satisfy the deer’s cravings and desires. Plus, it was probably his favorite so far, in terms of smell and flavor.

Dylan’s dick twitched and throbbed as it stood tall in between his legs. Once Lucas tossed his boyfriend’s boxers to the side, he crawled back in there and brought his face mere centimeters from his foreskin-covered tip. His septum ring wiggled as he sniffed, sniffed, and sniffed his boyfriend’s morning musk straight from the source, this time, he wasn’t quite able to keep the noise under wraps as the smell tickled every nerve in his body and made his mouth open up and his mind go a little bit blank.

The rabbit’s scent was intoxicating, almost like a hard drug. It made the deer’s pupils dilate, his mouth salivate, and both of his holes twitch and clench in tandem with his ever increasing heart rate. His huffs and pants gradually became louder and louder the more he sniffed, and with ears as big as Dylan’s, he was bound to pick up on them eventually. That, the hot breaths blowing over him, and the slight cold from the nose ring as it brushed against his tip whenever Lucas got a little too close and a little too carried away sniffing. It wasn’t long until the deer planted a big, fat, and wet kiss against the bunny’s dick tip. He was pleased to discover that his boyfriend’s tip was already leaking precum, the signs of a very, very pent-up boy.

Just what he had ordered.

The kiss to Dylan’s cock was what finally woke him. While his ultra-sensitive hearing did pick up on all the noise (quiet as they may have been) that Lucas was making, his sleepy-boy brain incorporated them into the dream that he was having; swimming in an isolated lake all by himself, just in his boxers. Lucas’s sniffing became the soft woosh of the breeze, the gentle brushes and presses against his dick from Lucas touching his bulge was attributed to the fish and aquatic wildlife that brushed up against him as he swam, and when his boxers were taken off of him, those same aquatic creatures started getting freaky with him. Had Lucas not kissed the tip of Dylan’s dick and woken him up, Dylan’s dream would have made the natural progression to him getting his dick sucked by an octopus, even if freshwater octopus did not exist. Dreams were weird.

For the first time in three weeks, Dylan wasn’t woken up by a pesky ray of light that peeked in through his blinds, but instead, he woke up because he felt a little tingle at the tip of his dick that started as a warmth, then a zap of cold, and then a bigger and wetter warmth that engulfed more than half of his dick head. He first let out a groan as he was slowly pulled out from the depths of his dream, then he slowly opened up his eyes and rubbed them with the backs of his hands once he was fully out of that lake with the fictional freshwater octopus.

“Mmmnngguuhh… Lucas?”

Lucas was too preoccupied with making out with Dylan’s dick to notice that he had woken up. His lips pressed up against his boyfriend’s foreskin and his eyes locked to his shaft and his pubic tuft in the distance. It was only when the bun sleepily said his name that his eyes darted up to look at his face. He didn’t pull his lips from the tip of the rabbit’s dick or move from it whatsoever, and just stared at his nerdy rabbit boyfriend. His kissing lips slowly pursed into a smile, which pushed the bunny’s foreskin down the head of his dick ever so slightly. With a smile spread across his face, he pulled away from Dylan’s wet and smelly dick, a mix of the rabbit’s precum and his own saliva created a glassy gloss over his black-lined lips.

“Mornin’, stinky dick.” The deer’s tail continued to wiggle and wag behind him as he hovered his face over that monster of a cock. Dylan, who had only been awake for a few seconds, wasn’t quite sure what was going on and it took him a few seconds to make sense of it all. The blue blurry blob that he knew was his boyfriend slowly came into focus as his eyes adjusted to being open and taking in light. Once he saw everything that was happening clearly enough, he went wide-eyed and stared at his naked and cock hungry boyfriend. He blinked, rubbed his eyes with the backs of his hands again, only to end up looking even sleepier. The short fuzz that covered his face got all messed up, somewhat matching his bed hair. The bun looked like he had just been put in a tumble dryer on low heat and was taken out halfway through the cycle. Lucas on the other hand, looked perfect and it had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he had his dick up against his face and was rubbing his cheek into it like it was a bar of face soap. A long, fleshy, and fragrant bar of face soap.

Lucas’s hair looked perfect, his fur looked perfect, and most of all, his black-lined lips looked absolutely gobsmackingly perfect for wrapping around his hog. It was all Dylan could think about, how Lucas’s soft, warm, and slippery mouth would feel on his dick. He didn’t even say a good morning to his boyfriend yet, which Lucas didn’t mind, because he knew how long the rabbit had been waiting for this very moment.

“Don’t jerk off til’ I’m back.” Those very words echoed in the rabbit boy’s head every time he did anything that involved his dick; pissing, getting dressed and undressed, scratching an itch on his nuts. It was either all in his head, or his hyper-sensitive hearing was able to pick up the deer repeating those words to himself under his breath from miles away. Whatever it was, it worked in helping the bun keep his word, the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his boyfriend. Especially because the face the deer made whenever he was disappointed made Dylan’s heart sink into his stomach every time he was the source of said disappointment. Plus, he also knew that if he waited the entire three weeks for Lucas to get back without jerking off or cumming in any way, shape, or form, the payoff would be worth its weight in gold. Lucas was just that good at getting the bunny boy to pop. He was particularly good at giving head, and getting a blowjob from him when he was just as eager, having not sucked a dick in three weeks – Dylan could only imagine the suction power his boyfriend’s lips were ready to give him. Luckily, he didn’t have to continue relying on his imagination for too long.

Dylan’s heart rate steadily increased as he became more and more awake and aware of his surroundings, which caused his dick to constantly twitch and throb while it stood at full attention. Lucas did his best to maintain eye contact with his boyfriend, but once that dick started dancing in front of him, luring him in like a stripper on a pole, he couldn’t help but look away from those pretty half-lidded blue eyes and down at Dylan’s dick. He stared right down the eye of Nessie and at the pool of precum that reflected the sun rays that peeked in through the blinds back into Lucas’s eyes. The clear liquid that filled up the ring at the tip of the bunny’s dick created by his partially retracted foreskin looked so tasty and smelled so good that Lucas didn’t even care that his boyfriend hadn’t said good morning to him yet.

“M-Myuhorning,” Dylan finally said it, which made Lucas shift his attention back to his face again and grin wide.

“There he is… Sleep well?” The deer asked with a raised brow; his warm breath blowing from his lips and onto Dylan’s cock as he spoke. The feeling of the deer’s warm breath over his dick, his mouth so close yet so far from being around it, made the rabbit squirm like a little mouse caught in a trap.

The deer knew exactly what he was doing and the grin on his face showed it. He let out a soft chuckle and watched as his rabbit boyfriend’s pent up sexual tension manifested in the cutest facial expressions and sounds. He felt a little bad dragging it out, sure, but he couldn’t help it. If making his boyfriend squirm from how full his balls were and how much they ached for release was a crime, then lock him the fuck up.

As Dylan was about to respond to his question about his sleep, Lucas opened his mouth up to let his tongue dangle from it. His pink and wet muscle slithered from his lips like a snake and quickly dipped into the pool of precum that was just waiting for him on the tip of his boyfriend’s dick. He let out a happy deer noise once he got a taste of his boyfriend’s three-week brew precum – it was thicker than Dylan’s precum usually was and a lot saltier. It also had a much stronger musky taste to it, too. A meaty flavor that was cocky, penis-y, and bold. The tip of Dylan’s dick had a slight hint of what the deer called “foreskin flavor”, too. If you know, you know.

Lucas, with his hands firmly pressed against the mattress that he and Dylan were on, let his tongue sit and soak in the puddle of precum on his boyfriend’s dick and let his tastebuds savor the flavor. He closed his eyes for most of it and took deep breaths in and out through his nose. The combination of smell and taste of his boyfriend’s musky cock drove him wild, to the deer, the smell of a good musky dick beat out every single popper on the market. Plus, there was the added benefit of no headaches when it came to dick stink, unless said dick was incredibly, grossly, fragrant that it funked up whatever room the person it was attached to was in. Those ones could cause headaches, nothing an Ibuprofen couldn’t fix, though.

The blue deer couldn’t help but salivate as his tongue soaked up the flavor of his boyfriend’s precum. After around five seconds of leaving his tongue dipped in the pool created by the bunny’s foreskin, the deer opened his eyes back up and directed his gaze to Dylan, whose breathing had picked up pace from the calm breathing pattern when he first woke up, to one that was slightly faster and just a little bit frantic. His heart thumped in his chest harder than his feet against the floor did whenever he was annoyed, He watched as his boyfriend’s tongue went from just dipping into his pool of precum, to pushing down against his tip and wiggling and wedging itself in between his glans and the foreskin that wrapped snugly around it.

Lucas’s tongue was a pro at slipping in between the glans and the foreskin. He loved doing it so much that he didn’t even have to look down to see where his tongue was going to get it in there just right. He was able to fit half of his tongue in his boyfriend’s dick hood, and once he couldn’t push any more of his wriggly muscle in there, he slowly started to swirl his tongue clockwise around his dick head, sweeping and lapping up every ounce of flavor that Dylan’s flavor packet had. His tongue went round and round and round underneath the rabbit’s foreskin, all while he stared into those pretty trust fund kid eyes.

Dylan’s eyes went all over the place as Lucas tongued his foreskin. His right eye was wide open while his left remained half-lid. He felt an immense pleasure from the deer’s tongue swirling around his glans and let out moans that he tried to keep quiet but failed to do so, so spectacularly. It was that tongue piercing that did him in every time. The added texture of a metal stud that pressed into both the tip of his dick and his foreskin sent him into a craze. Dylan usually wasn’t a fan of piercings, he’d never get one for himself, but Lucas was slowly but surely changing his view on them. Maybe they were kind of good after all.

His toes curled, he bit his lip, and his face turned a shade called turnip red. He put his hands on his chest as it rose and fell faster and faster with his breath. His tail, which peeked out from underneath his ass, wiggled and flicked every couple of seconds as the deer swirled, swirled, and swirled, and his balls, the size of the ones used in tennis, made subtle movements that included twitches, tucks, and sags as his baby makers churned. The bunny had never had balls so full before, not only did they ache for release, they were also much heavier, too. He was a young rabbit, so his balls were never really saggy, but when they became this hefty, this full of essence, they sagged like the balls of a stallion, which Lucas really, really liked. Who could blame him though? Big saggy testicles were hot.

Lucas slurped and licked around under Dylan’s foreskin until the entirety of his rosy pink glans was covered in multiple coats of his spit. Most of the flavor that was hiding under the stretchy hood that kept the bunny’s dick head protected from the elements when it wasn’t hard and in use. The concentrated dick sweat, musk, and piss were all lapped up by the deer, who once told Dylan that he had no limits when it came to sucking cock.  The rabbit never really pushed him on it, but he believed him, especially now, seeing him slurp up his morning dick like it wasn’t at least a little bit smelly.

Having only just woken up, Dylan’s body was still heavy with sleep, and so was his bladder. A slow, warm pressure settled low in his abdomen, making him shift slightly, his ears flicking as he let out a low sigh.

Lucas noticed. He pulled back just enough to let his breath tease the slick, flushed skin of Dylan’s tip, his fingers tightening just a little at the base. “Ye gotta piss, don’t ye?” he murmured, voice edged with something wicked.

Dylan exhaled through his nose, shifting his hips again. “Mmh… yeah.”

Lucas hummed in approval, then dipped back down, wedging his tongue between Dylan’s soft, stretchy foreskin and the sensitive tip hidden beneath. The space was humid, thick with the musky tang of dried sweat and stale piss from the night before. Lucas moaned at the taste, pressing his tongue insistently against Dylan’s slit, eager for more.

“Gon’ ahead, baby,” he urged, his voice barely a whisper against Dylan’s flushed skin.

Dylan tensed. He wanted to—fuck, he really did—but his dick was rock hard, and that made things… complicated. His body fought against the urge to let go, his bladder screaming for relief, but his erection keeping everything locked up tight. He clenched his jaw, frustration flickering across his face.

“Lucas, I—” He let out a shuddering breath. “It’s not… it won’t…”

Lucas only smiled, flicking his tongue teasingly under Dylan’s foreskin. “Shhh. Jus’ relax, aye?” he murmured, his breath hot and damp against the rabbit’s swollen head. His tongue lapped slow, lazy circles, coaxing him, warming him up to it. His tongue, being out of his mouth, made his already slightly difficult to understand accent, that much harder to comprehend.

Dylan swallowed hard. His body resisted, instincts warring with his need, but the constant wet pressure of Lucas’s tongue—sliding, massaging, pressing against his most sensitive spot—finally broke through his hesitation.

It started with just a tiny dribble. The first few drops leaked out sluggishly, seeping onto Lucas’s tongue, thick and briny, carrying the deep, heady tang of overnight sweat and piss. Lucas groaned, his whole body shuddering as he tasted it, as if that first tiny bit was a reward for his patience.

“Fuckin’ hell, there it is,” he breathed, his voice thick with arousal.

Dylan exhaled shakily, his muscles finally giving in. The next burst came stronger—a sudden, forceful spurt that splashed directly onto Lucas’s waiting tongue. The heat of it was shocking, almost scalding, and the sheer intensity made Lucas gasp, his throat bobbing as he swallowed instinctively.

Then, Dylan couldn’t stop. His body took over, and the piss started flowing freely, pouring out in a steady, unrelenting stream. It hit Lucas’s tongue hard, pooling there for just a moment before spilling toward the back of his throat. The taste was overwhelming—sharp, musky, bitter with a deep saltiness that coated his tongue in thick, heady warmth.

Lucas moaned, his tongue twitching under the force of it, the sheer pressure making some of it splash against the roof of his mouth before he gulped it down in greedy swallows. A few errant dribbles escaped, rolling down his chin, streaking his flushed fur in wet, golden trails.

Dylan’s breath stuttered. His body trembled from the relief, from the sheer depravity of it all, watching his boyfriend lap it up like it was nothing. Lucas just stayed there, tongue still pressed against his tip, letting every last drop coat his mouth before swallowing it down like it belonged there. 15 seconds was all the time he needed to push out one liter of piss. Toward the end of that quarter-of-a-minute, his stream of gold slowed as his bladdered neared empty. As his stream got weaker, more of the piss that came out of him dripped down Lucas’s chin, ran down his own shaft, and dripped into the sheets of the bed. Normally, Dylan would have made a fuss about getting the sheets dirty, but he was so enamored by the deer who was swallowing mouthfuls of his lemonade like it was nothing. He stared at him, as droplets of his golden liquid splashed and splattered onto the white Egyptian cotton sheets under him. He saw the last pool of his piss that was in the deer’s mouth and waited for him to swallow it.

After one final, large gulp heard around the world, Lucas finally pulled back with a wet, lewd slurp, panting softly, licking the corners of his lips as if savoring the aftertaste. The rabbit groaned, pressing the heel of his palm against his forehead. “Holy shit.”

The stag smirked, wiping a stray streak of piss from his chin with the back of his hand. “Didnae waste too much,” he teased, voice husky.

Dylan let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

Lucas grinned, eyes dark with hunger. “Aye. An’ ye love it.”

The bunny swallowed hard, still catching his breath. “…Yeah.”

The deer leaned back in, licking his lips. “Good lad.” He wasted no time in resuming what he was up to before he got distracted by his boyfriend’s bladder needs. His tongue went right back in and he tightened the grip he had around the base of the rabbit’s dick just enough to squeeze a noise out of him.

“Gyuhhhhh…” Dylan continued to squirm and moan as his boyfriend polished the tip of his dick like it was a freshly recruited marine’s leather boot before inspection. Lucas continued to run laps underneath the rabbit’s foreskin for five meaty minutes before he stopped, opened his mouth up a little wider, and brought his right hand up to wrap his fingers around the base of the bunny’s cock.

With his fingers wrapped securely around the bunny’s constantly twitching rod, Lucas pulled his tongue out from Dylan’s foreskin and pulled that foreskin down to reveal his shiny pink tip. With his tip exposed, he leaned his face in close and dragged his tongue all around it. This made Dylan squint his eyes shut and squirm, which only encouraged Lucas further. He flicked his tongue piercing against the rabbit’s frenulum, which made the cute boy kick his feet in the way rabbits do. 

“HHHHnnaaaaaaahhh!” Every sound the bunny made just made the deer smile.

After ten flicks against the rabbit’s frenulum, the deer stopped and tugged on the bun’s foreskin to pull it back over his glans. With a grin plastered on his face, he opened up his mouth a smidge and lowered himself down to place his lips just over the tip of his dick. His tongue slithered out from his mouth, went back to its favorite place between the foreskin and the dick head, and swirled. After five laps around the rabbit’s dick head, the deer slowed his tongue’s movements, lowered his head down on the dick, and let the tip slowly slide into his mouth. His lips touched the tip and gently pushed against the bunny’s foreskin as he moved to put more and more of it into his mouth. He let out soft gulps as he swallowed the excess saliva produced by his saliva glands as the rabbit’s dick tip entered his mouth, pushed toward his uvula, and slowly slid down his throat.

‘Glk, glk, glk.’

With no gag reflex anywhere in sight or earshot, the Scottish dick sucking deer pushed his head further and further down his boyfriend’s schlong. His throat bulged outward as the dick he pressed himself upon shaped itself to fit the curvature of his throat. His black nose with nose ring pressed into Dylan’s snowy pubic tuft gently at first, but then firmly as he made sure that he got every single inch of that monster inside of him. There wasn’t a single part of Dylan’s length that was left unengulfed by the hungry herbivore’s hatch. His throat squeezed around the rabbit’s dick as it adjusted to having such a girthy foreign object inside of it; each squeeze came with a sound that was a sci-fi alien movie foley artist’s dream.

‘Glrk, slkrp, glk.’

Every squeeze that came from Lucas’s throat was firm, like a clenching grip from a hand oh very determined to make whomever it was giving a hand job to, cum their brains out. Wet, warm, and incredibly tight, getting his dick deepthroated by Lucas right away made him arch his back like a bridge and had him wiggling and squirming like a worm. His fingers curled into his chest and his toes curled into the mattress as a tsunami of pleasure washed over him starting from the bulbous tip of his penis and spread out in a shockwave pattern throughout his entire nervous system. His short rabbit fur stood up in places he never had them stand up before and his brain fog from just waking up was replaced with brain fog of having his dick sucked by the self-proclaimed “best cocksucker in the world”. It was hard to think straight, when all he could feel was an intense tingle that deleted all rational thought and replaced it with just one simple one.

Hhhhnnng. I wanna cum.

Lucas held his position with Dylan’s dick completely down his throat for a good minute before he pulled his head back up and let the rabbit’s dick slide out from his throat and mouth. His black lips wrapped around that dick so tight that it created an almost perfect vacuum seal around it. As the deer pulled his head up and his mouth from the lop’s cock, it came out shiny and slick with his saliva. He pulled himself back until all that was left in his mouth was the rabbit’s tip, foreskin pulled back over to cover his glans. Lucas’s cheeks caved in as he put in an incredible amount of suction to tease the bun’s most sensitive bit further. His tail continued to wiggle and waggle as he sucked on his boyfriend’s dick like a popsicle on a hot summer’s day. His pussy dripped its juices onto the bed underneath him and he slowly closed his eyes again. The taste and the smell of his boyfriend’s dick was just too good. After a few seconds of putting full suction on his boyfriend’s cock head, he opened his eyes and pulled his mouth completely off of the rabbit’s rod with a loud pop.

‘Plop!’

Dylan was losing his mind; he was struggling to keep up with Lucas as he sucked on his dick. The deer had barely even started and Dylan already felt like he was on the verge of bursting. His dick continued to leak precum into the deer’s mouth as he suckled and suckled on him like his dick was a straw poked into a thick milkshake. When his dick popped free from the deer boy’s suction his rational thinking returned for just a brief moment, where he was about to ask Lucas a question. But Lucas didn’t leave Dylan’s dick unattended for long, as just a few seconds later, he slid that dick in between his lips, into his mouth, and down his throat again.

‘Glk, glp, slp.’

“Hhhhhhhooooooooh fuck…” Dylan moaned and watched as his boyfriend took his seven-incher down to the base. His chin bumped into his big fat balls over and over as he bobbed his head up and down on his lengthy schmeat.

The sound of sloppy top-shelf head bounced off the walls of Dylan’s bedroom as Lucas built up a rhythm. He moved the hand that he had wrapped around the base of Dylan’s dick to his balls and cupped them as he sucked and sucked and sucked on that dick like it was the last dick he would ever get to blow. He rolled the bunny’s large ballsack in between his fingers and felt those orbs as they churned, tucked, and twitched. He gave them a gentle squeeze just to feel how full they were as he sucked, slurped, and sloshed his spit all over the dick in front of him. And boy, were they. The rabbit’s balls had a heft to them that they did not have before. Since they were the size of tennis balls, Lucas took the opportunity to toss them up and down in his hand just like a cocky tennis player would. As he played with his boyfriend’s balls, he repeatedly pushed himself down on his dick all the way down to the hilt. His nose found itself buried deep in the rabbit’s pubic tuft and his nose ring got dangerously close to getting tangled in it. Lucas tilted his head to the side every now and again as he bobbed up and down and swirled his tongue around in his mouth to add that little bit of extra pizzazz and flair to his head game.

The deer maintained eye contact for almost the entirety of his blowjob, he was polite like that, even with a dick in his mouth. He felt every movement that his boyfriend’s dick made in his mouth and loved every single one of them. After dating the bun for a while now, he knew how to read the rabbit’s dick wiggles like a book; a small twitch anywhere on the dick didn’t mean anything, while a bigger twitch that was either in the base of his dick or toward the tip meant he was getting aroused. Hard twitches and throbs that were accompanied with or followed by moans, groans, huffs, or shivers, meant that he was hitting the PERFECT spot. When those twitches and wiggles became more violent, it meant he was close. And when his balls tucked upward and he whined like a little puppy dog (but tried his best to hide it), it meant he was just about to cum.

It was easy to tell when he was ejaculating, of course, his mouth was usually still on his dick at that point, so he could feel his balls pushing his loads through his dick and into his mouth. That, and the copious amounts of spunk that the bun produced, even without going on a three-week fapless period.

Bon Appetit, baby.

Lucas wasn’t one to give a quiet blowjob, his were loud and proud. He slurped, slathered, and sloshed like a hungry Japanese salaryman hulking down a hot bowl of ramen after a long day of slaving away for ungrateful corporate overlords.

‘Slrrrrp, sllrrrrrpp, slorrrrrrrp!’

The sound of nasty head, combined with the soft moans, huffs, and whines from Dylan filled the room. With the smell of musky bunny cock and balls and a little hint of hot and wet pussy, the bedroom they were in smelled like a college frat boy’s bedroom any day of the week. The aroma of sex was thick, so thick that if there were an air purifier in the room, the air quality index would have been up there in the unhealthy three-digit range. But air pollution caused by dick stank was pretty safe to breathe in, more so than actual dust particles, at least.

As Lucas continued giving his boyfriend head, the black lip liner that he had on his lips to give them the sexy black appearance started to smear at the base of Dylan’s dick as his lips were stretched to their limit down there. After blowing his boyfriend for about fifteen minutes, feeling all his little movements, hearing all his squirms, and tasting all the precum that he squirted down his throat, he stopped with his nose completely buried in his pubic fluff and his chin rested against the bun’s fat balls. His throat massaged the bun’s dick and milked it so tenderly that Dylan arched and lowered his back over and over again. He let out moans, groans, and whines that made him sound like a lost puppy. His big bunny toes curled as he fought the incredible urge to kick his feet and start thumping it against something. His left foot gave in eventually and kicked gently as Lucas’s throat milked his dick.

Being the gentlebun that he was, Dylan usually made a mental note to always announce when he was about to bust his nut. Having picked up the courtesy after his first blowjob went from sexy to not incredibly quickly. The person sucking his dick choked on the surprise load and ended up having a coughing fit with cum and spit spurting out all over the place. But sometimes, when the blowjob you were getting was just THAT good, it was hard to put words together and make a sentence through the intense pleasure that boiled over a little too quickly. His balls tucked upward and relaxed repeatedly and Dylan kicked his feet a good ten times as his dick twitched and throbbed so violently that it almost caused the deer to gag a little bit.

Almost.

Lucas felt the bun’s dick twitch and throb in his throat and mouth. He looked up at his face just to confirm that the bun was about to pop before he slowly pulled his head back up. He slurped so loud as his lips travelled from the base of the bunny’s cock up the length of his shaft, leaving a snail trail of saliva that ran down his dick in its wake. He pulled his head up until all that was left in his mouth was the rabbit’s carrot tip.

‘Chhlllllllrrrrrrrrrrrp.’

The rabbit’s dick continued to throb like a tall tree blowing in a hurricane, only being held back from a full-on violent fit by the deer’s lips that were wrapped around his tip. Lucas kept his eyes locked to Dylan’s and he slowly started to smile.

Watching his boyfriend squirm was always a treat, watching him squirm with an extra treat served to him directly dick-to-lips was divine. The deer, ready to drink the bunny’s cream, took in a deep breath and slid his tongue into Dylan’s foreskin that had been pulled back over his tip when he pulled that dick out from his throat.

“Hhhhhnnnnnngnggggggnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaah!” Cue the cute noises from Dylan as he wiggled in place, tail flicking, ears twitching, and eyelids drooping like a broken doll. His hips bucked forward just a few inches as he was clearly holding himself back as to not knock his dick free from his boyfriend’s mouth. He’d done that before, and the lad was not happy about it. His little hip movements were cute and only moved the tip of his dick around slightly in the deer’s mouth, like an electric toothbrush.

Dylan was a little bit of a loud cummer, both vocally and the sounds that his dick and balls made as his thick spooge traveled from his rich blood semen factory though his trust-fund dick and out of his one-percenter tip.

‘Glllrk. Gllllork. Glllluuuuuuuunnnnrrrk.’

“Nyyyuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!”

His dick throbbed harder and harder as his cum went from his heavy balls, through his urethra, and out of the tip of his dick like champagne from a shaken bottle.

Dylan’s first rope shot out from the tip of his dick with great force and velocity. He was already known for big loads, but since he hadn’t cum in three whole weeks, this one was extra-large. The white and creamy rope of cum sprayed against the roof of Lucas’s mouth and spread an immediate warmth in there. Each squirt of his seed coincided with a strong tuck upward of his balls and more cute rabbit boy noises.

The taste of Dylan’s cum was strong, the smell, too. It was that kind of taste that stuck around long after the source of it had been swallowed. Lucas was a big fan of the taste of cum, no matter how nasty. The taste gave him great pleasure, one could even say it was his favorite drink. Creamy like durian and musky like dick, with the usual hint of chlorine and bleach that came with a healthy load. Lucas let the first rope of Dylan’s cum to pool in his mouth and soak into the tastebuds on his tongue. He swirled his tongue around underneath the rabbit’s foreskin some more as he continued to shoot ropes into his mouth. As his tongue did circles, the bun’s first and second ropes sloshed around in his mouth. Just before the bun was about to shoot his third rope, Lucas pulled his mouth off from his tip and swallowed the cum that was already in his mouth with a loud gulp.

‘Glk.’

He opened his mouth again immediately after he swallowed the first parts of his boyfriend’s load to catch the many ropes that followed. He stuck his tongue back out to wedge it back between his tip and his foreskin and let the ropes squirt onto it and into his mouth over and over and over.

‘Spurt, splurt, splort, splat.’

Lucas didn’t break eye contact with Dylan as he came, not until the sixth rope squirted from his dick at least. Once the bun hit his seventh rope against the roof of Lucas’s mouth and he swallowed the four ropes that had pooled in there from before with another very obnoxiously loud and sexy gulp that had his slight Adam’s Apple that he had developed as a result of being on testosterone moving up and down like a piston.

‘Glllllp…’

He would have smacked his lips and let out a refreshed sigh had the bun not continued pushing more and more ropes into his guzzler. He finally closed his eyes as the eighth and ninth ropes of his boyfriend’s fragrant and flavorful cum splashed over his tastebuds like the molten cheese in a fondue, it was thick, hot, and heavy. He savored in the flavor of his boyfriend’s spooge and let his raindrop tail flicker behind him. He was happy; happy that he was home, that he was with his boyfriend, and that he was sipping his cum like piña colada.

Dylan had hearts in his eyes as he had his seed sucked out of him like his dick was attached to an industrial milking machine. Lucas’s dick sucking skills were enough to make any man weak. It was certainly enough to make Dylan weak, no matter how many times the deer had sucked him off since they started dating. His hips did tiny bucks forward as he shot rope after rope after rope into his boyfriend’s eager mouth. Each rope that shot out from his dick was stronger, thicker, and more voluminous than the last, and that lasted until his tenth rope, after which his load started to fall from its peak.

‘Spurt, splurt, splort. Splat.’

“Gyyuuuuuhhhhhhhh…” the bunny slowly melted into the bed like a slice of American cheese on a hot beef burger patty. As his body oozed into the mattress, his cum gradually slowed to an ooze, too.

Despite being able to catch every single rope of Dylan’s cum as it shot out from him, once his load softened to gentle spurts, he missed a little bit of it that ran down his shaft and splattered down onto his balls.

Lucas swallowed, swallowed, and swallowed until there was nothing left for him to swallow. Once the last bit of the bun’s semen had been sucked out of those massive balls, which surprisingly still hadn’t reduced in size, Lucas opened his eyes up, swirled his tongue around the tip of Dylan’s dick one final time before he reeled it back in and smiled. Nessie, free from the hold of Lucas’s mouth and tongue, continued to twitch and throb in that post-orgasm aftershock.

Lucas was finally able to smack his lips and did so accordingly as Dylan laid there, dazed, catching his breath.

"Mhmm. Just what I was needin’," the deer said with a murmur as he licked his lips and wiped what little cum had found itself stuck in his fur with the back of his left hand. With his face cleaned from the bunny’s sticky custard, he glanced at the dick in front of his face that was still as hard as it was when the bun first woke up. Dylan, however, looked like Casper the Friendly Ghost when he was turned into a runny egg in the effort to try and make him alive again. He had a goofy happy expression on his face, blissed out of his mind. His big sensitive rabbit ears were rendered numb for a few minutes, after which, he was able to hear what his boyfriend was saying as he crawled up to snuggle with him.

"Aye, were three weeks a wee bit too long? Think ye can hack four next time?" the deer chuckled as he laid down beside his boyfriend, who was still on cloud nine, although he was slowly coming down from it.

“Huh? Oh, no. You have no idea how hard it was to not jerk off for three whole weeks.” Dylan shook his head at the mention of a possible four weeks without cumming. “Plus, it’s super quiet here when you aren’t around, makes me get lonely.” The rabbit put on a frown that was so convincing, Lucas felt a bit bad for mentioning it.

"But yer cum tastes pure magic when ye save it up for me." Lucas cooed and rubbed his nose ring into the bunny’s shoulder. The deer’s eyes shifted to the bun’s dick again and watched as it still refused to go down, not even a little bit. He bit his lip, went in with his hand to grab it, and slowly started jerking off his boyfriend as they snuggled.

As Dylan came down from his high, his senses returned. His nose wiggled and danced and he took in the cocktail of smells that had fumigated in the room; his dick, his piss, his cum, Lucas’s saliva, and Lucas’s pussy. Lucas’s sopping, soaked, and wet pussy.

Dylan started to squirm again as Lucas peeled and rolled his foreskin off and over the glans of his penis repeatedly. His dick twitched and throbbed in response to him getting a whiff of his boyfriend’s pussy and he found himself distracted by the idea of giving the deer a proper pounding. He turned his head to look at the deer and pressed his snout into the top of his head. He did a big sniff, let out a happy sigh, and wrapped his right arm around his boyfriend. He sneakily moved his right leg to rub it against the deer’s wet pussy. His actions did not go unnoticed, no matter how sneaky he tried to be.

Lucas let out a soft moan as the bunny’s thigh slid in between his legs and tickled his wet pussy lips. He gave Dylan’s dick a firm squeeze at the base in response. "What're ye up tae there, huh Dylan?”

Dylan had a perfect look of innocence spread on his face, like he never did anything wrong in his life. He would have sold it more had he not ended up grinning after the deer called him out on it. He soldiered forward with the ignorance play, fully aware that it was not working.

Lucas, his pussy wet and leaking onto Dylan’s thigh, raised a brow as he turned his head to look at the rabbit. He gave the dick that he was playing with another squeeze, much harder this time, enough to make the lop yelp.

“Eeek!”

"Spit it oot, rabbit."

Dylan, redder than a strawberry, started to pant and squirm again, just like when the deer was blowing him earlier. It took the deer moving his hand from the base of his dick to cup and tug on his balls for him to answer. Lucas’s manhandling of Dylan’s junk wasn’t enough to hurt him or his dick and balls in any way, but it was just enough for it to be difficult to ignore. Plus, he knew Dylan loved having his balls gently but firmly tugged on. Cute little thing.

“Okay! Okay!” Dylan let out through a squirm as the deer gave his ball sack a firm tug. He glanced at the hand that held his balls and bit his lip. “Since we’re already doing this… Would you like to… Y’know…” The rabbit put his fingers together and gave his boyfriend his best toothy grin, buck teeth and all. What kind of monster would say no to that?

Lucas was a punk, mean at times, but he was no monster. He couldn’t let the rabbit have his way without a little bit of a fight, though. "Ye sure ye can handle it? Dinnae think ye can, like."

Lucas’s Scottishness oftentimes caused a bit of confusion between him and his boyfriend, especially when his sexy accent (which was already strong) combined with slang and Scotts-specific abbreviations.

“Dinnae?”

“I don’t think you can handle my pussy, Dylan.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m willing to let you try.” Lucas said with a grin and rolled over on top of him. His hands pressed into the nerdy bunny’s slightly athletic chest and his wet pussy pressed into his pelvis. As he lowered his body weight onto the rabbit, his pussy squished into him and pushed its juices out like a wet sponge. He bit his lip and gently rocked his hips back and forth to grind his wet cunt into the rabbit. After three rocks back and forth, he leaned down to press his lips into Dylan’s in a deep, tongue-filled kiss, giving the rabbit boy a little taste of himself, both cum and piss.

Their kiss was passionate, messy, and maybe even a little bit gross. After they swapped saliva for a few minutes, the deer pulled away from the bun, using his hands that were pressed against his chest to force him down and keep him from following him up and extending the kiss.

Dylan went wide-eyed as a sinister grin spread across Lucas’s face. He continued to grind his pussy into the bun as his shapely blue butt and waterdrop tail rubbed against his dick.

“Buckle-up, bunny boy, it’s gonna get rough,” the deer cooed.

Dylan gulped; his dick throbbed so hard that he almost got a headache. He had hearts in his eyes again as he watched the deer lift himself up, grab his dick, and line it up with his pussy. He was so happy to be Lucas’s bunny boyfriend and he was so happy to have him home.

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Art by Kapri

Guest Starring Lucas by LobuHerevard

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