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It's been proven empirically--small talk is actually meaningless. In studies, sociology has determined that small talk between speakers of the same language is pure formality and bears no significance in terms of transmission of information. It's ceremony, or something like it. Nevertheless, it is acknowledged as a basic indicator of fundamental social development, and as such, it is a skill Geoff, the Baltimore, has put more than nominal effort into cultivating. Despite any struggle it still presents.

So, when he finds himself seated on one of a couple of sofas in the plush parlour across from the young lion--well, no, not quite so young, because surely August would never tread there. Maybe he keeps his mane cropped for aesthetic reasons? --he's already preparing to launch into the spiel. Perhaps he is nervously drumming his fingers on the heavy denim of the jeans covering his legs, and perhaps he is wishing desperately that Finn didn't look at least partially as nervous as Geoff feels, but he is prepared for this. He can do it.

"Finn, right?" begins the human, "Hiya. How's it going?"

The lion puts on a weak smile and nods in reply. Maybe Geoff is not prepared.

"I'm pretty good, too. Glad finals are over. What is it about finals that makes the last week of the semester feel like three months, right?"

This time, he gets a soft chuckle, and that's encouragement enough.

"Do you go to the university?"

A shake of the lion's head is his answer.

"Out of state?"

Another shake.

"Ah. Well, I guess a cop's pay can afford to keep a couple pretty okay."

And a nod and a barely-there roll of eyes.

"What's that like, anyway--being with a cop?"

Finn gives him a wide-eyed look, filled with meaning.

"Well, okay, yeah, I get that part, but I mean, y'know, the rest."

The lion looks away for a minute and smiles with something that looks like fondness. And he nods.

"Nice, huh?"

Another nod.

"Yeah, I got the feeling that, beneath all that muscle and machismo, he's somewhere in the Teddy Bear ballpark."

A soft snort and a vigorous, affirmative bobbing of Finn's head draw laughter from Geoff himself.

Just then is the moment August decides to enter the parlour--he'd lingered outside the front door to take a call he'd received on his mobile immediately upon their arrival, which, oh, so conveniently left Geoff to shimmy into the sitting room and, shortly after, to be joined by a maneless lion perching on a distant sofa. It's just then, yes, that August sweeps through the door, all freshly composed, and donning a broad grin when first he looks over Finn, then, catches Geoff's gaze.

"Sorry about that," he rumbles, striding across the carpeted floors to sink into the space beside Geoff on the respective sofa and lay a single enormous arm across the top behind the human's head. "Work. Had to take it."

In August's presence, Geoff has noticed, he experiences a phenomenon he cannot quite put into words, not even in French. It's a breathless kind of occupation, where when, like now, August's commanding gaze is directed at an observer, him, little else seems to maintain its own permanence. Here, in this room, the art on the walls, the functional yet elegant furniture, the various black boxes and controllers that identify any modern entertainment center, all seem to blur at the edges of the wolf's eyes and smile. Geoff, yes, is unable to put it into words, but only until he sees the massive male turn to look at Finn, instead, to see its effect on another- then, he knows the word instantly: mesmerizing.

When their respective gazes meet, Geoff finds sufficient cause to question whether he is still physically present in the room with wolf and lion.

"I hope you two have played nicely while you waited," August's voice booms from beside Geoff. His grin turns almost lewd in an instant. "Even if I know how much you enjoy not playing nice."

The effect on Finn is instantaneous and readily apparent, a blush coloring his cheeks, even beneath his sandy fur. But then, he nods.

"Gooood."

I'm turned on for him, Geoff thinks, Or something like it.

Then, that mesmerizing gaze of August's gets turned back to him, followed by a chuckle and a cocked eyebrow. "I can only guess you two have been getting to know each other better?"

Geoff returns the chuckle, though his is somewhat more nervous, under the weight of the lupine... presence? Charisma? Whatever. "Yes," he replies, "Though with Finn, it's been a hair slow, on account of the cat that's evidently got his tongue."

A flicker of something crosses August's face, and Finn outright turns away- embarrassed, Geoff guesses?- but before it can be analyzed the much larger male presses, "Well, maybe it's time we move to you two getting to know each other much better. Or at least, Finn getting to know you much better."

And there it is. Geoff throws a glance to the young lion, but he's recovered from whatever before and smiling and, yes, blushing. Maybe... maybe even leering? So this is kosher. Figuratively.

"Oh, yes," August continues, leaning in to murmur into the human's ear. "He loves a good show, and I know you, out of anyone, can help me give him a good one."

Suddenly, Geoff has a wolf's gray muzzle tucking into his neck, just behind his ear, a wolf's enormous furred hand curling over the curve of his shoulder to pull him bodily closer, and another hand running slowly down the front of his torso to the crotch of his pants, which begins to fill with arousal.

It's all very much; his eyes flutter shut, his human frame is wracked with shivers, tremors, and he groans to announce his pleasure. He turns to reply, or maybe only to capture August's lips with his own, but in doing so, his eyes slip open to see a lion still perched singularly on his own lonely-looking sofa.

And it's... it's not weird, but it doesn't feel right.

Immediately, Geoff's hand slides over the one August is using to cup his admittedly intent erection, stopping things from progressing any further. The wolf, for his part, pulls away from his neck, eyes razor-sharp and searching for, what, misread signals? Discomfort? Whatever it is, Geoff quickly dispels the concern.

"I was only thinking," he remarks gingerly, "Shows are nice, but I'd really like to see Finn when you guys get hands-on, yeah?"

The effect is physical. August, for one, draws back, up to his full height with a look of surprise sprawling over his muzz. And then, he turns to look at Finn. Finn, who is staring holes into Geoff until he meets August's gaze. A night's worth of conversation passes between them in a wordless flash, and Finn simply nods and averts his eyes.

"Geoff," August huffs, eyes lingering on his lion, but continues, albeit with the first trace of uncertainty the human has ever heard from the wolf, "That, ah... That can, maybe, be arranged; however, there's a few things..." He heaves a sigh. "Go ahead and show him, Finn."

Geoff's eyes glue themselves to Finn's suddenly somehow meeker self, as he rises from his own sofa and crosses the carpet to kneel before the meeting of a human and lupine knee, where, after disengaging immediately from handling Geoff, a strong arm wraps around the lion's body in a warm embrace. Finn, for his part, does not raise his eyes, even as he raises his relatively short muzzle into the light.

Finn's lips curl back, and Geoff's mouth falls open in a small O: the lion is missing teeth, what would be the equivalent of incisors and lateral incisors both top and bottom.

Geoff's first thought is, Hockey player? Car accident? That's... really not so bad.

But Finn continues. His jaws part, revealing deeper recesses of his mouth. And even more is missing.

After seconds that feel like days that turn to a minute that feels like a year, "His..." Geoff tries, then, "Your tongue..." He wants to punch himself. "I... I am so sorry about that stupid joke, before..." No wonder he'd been so silent for their conversation; it was never shyness...

Finn's mouth snaps shut and he shakes his head fervently at Geoff, as if trying to reassure him.

"It's fine," August practically translates. "He's got thicker skin than that." He's looking at Finn strangely, and when the younger male turns to look at him with a smile, the wolf pulls him close and presses a heavy kiss into his mouth. Which, with a large paw curling around Fin's head, deepens quickly. Desperately.

Geoff is processing. What? Why? Why show him? He could have simply declined, or... Or did this mean he--

"You still want--" he starts, breaking the lovers from their reverie. "Because I think I... I could."

Finn nods in response, breaking into a considerable smile.

"Are you sure?" August counters, looking... Geoff would swear, nervous, between the two.

After a few heartbeats, the man nods. "Absolutely."

August furrows his brow, then, hoists Finn up onto his lap, kissing at the lion's neck, trailing a paw southward to unfasten the neat khaki pants Finn wears now, then, pushing them down to mid-thigh, revealing a tiny, muted purple bikini brief beneath it. August then tenderly slips a paw down the front of those underwear, to a hiccough of, probably, pleasure from Finn, before grunting out. "That's... not quite all."

After a few moments of slow, determined groping, and many pleased sighs between the two of them, Finn nods, spreads his legs as far as his current dress allows, and August pushes down the briefs. To reveal... a sheath.

Except, Geoff soon recognizes, it's far too... small? Even for a feliforma, and especially for the kind of attention it's been getting. But then he realizes, it isn't small, it's... "Jesus," he remarks, when realizing it's empty, and on second glance, the fur between Finn's thighs is too smooth, too flat to be hiding a scrotum or testicles below it.

There's just... nothing. Or something like it.

In the quiet that has fallen on the room, Geoff looks up at Finn, who's looking away, but whose hands are clutching the forearm wrapped around his waist out of uncertainty, then, at August, who looks... threatened and prepared to visit any sort of retribution for harming his precious thing.

But it's he who finally breaks the tense silence, voice as impossibly deep as ever in his muttering, "If you aren't interested any longer, don't say a word. Just stand and walk out the door. No harm, no foul."

Honestly, the situation gives him brief pause. Finn, body modder extreme? Cuckold? This is... weird, but what's weirder is how weird it isn't. While still a minor mystery, Finn seems nice enough, and his partner--and they truly are that, partners--is so supportive of him, of his proclivities, it just... Well, Geoff can't say that he doesn't want to seem judgmental, but he also finds himself surprisingly into this.

And so, he does not stand. Instead, he leans forward, over August's lap, and delivers a searing kiss to Finn's lips, his tongue slipping in to explore the foreign, alien cavern of his muzzle. Finn, for his part, responds enthusiastically, presses into it, lets out a soft moan. When the human pulls back, they both gasp for air, grinning at one another, then, both turn to look at August, whose slight grimace seems to indicate his being buried deep in appraisal of the situation, but the wolf soon softens his expression and, with a thump of his tail, reaches out to cup Geoff's cheek, to pull him into a lip-lock of their own.

Finn ducks under mouth and muzzle, tiny frame slipping off August's lap and out of his own pants, and clad now in only a form-fitting tee-shirt with the name of some obscure band, he takes the hands of both the other males and pulls them toward the bedroom. Breaking their kiss, both quickly acquiesce.

Once inside and within range of the bed, the wolf and human shuck their clothes with fervor, hampered only by their respective impulses to touch one another, but once they're both nude, they push Finn onto the bed, united in peeling off his shirt and running hands all over his slight body. August claims Geoff's mouth once more, but pulls back shortly.

"Geoff," he says, breathless, "Get him ready for me." And then, he's pressing a small bottle into the human's hand, which at this point is far from mysterious, and it's the furthest thing from an order, but Geoff, himself, leaps into action while August turns to shoving his tongue into Finn's muzzle.

"Gladly."

But the lubricant in hand isn't Geoff's first move. Instead, he flops belly down, brings his face between the lion's thighs and plants a kiss on one, then, another, forming a trail that leads down, down, over his perineum, down, to kiss the quivering, anticipatory rosebud just under the lion's tail, which Geoff observes thrash as he does so. And that thrash is accompanied by a muted groan that the human takes as a sign of approval.

His tongue snakes out to swipe a circle around his opening, which causes Finn to tense, but then, to push his hips back against Geoff's face. So, he does it, again. And again. With each pass, he presses harder against the ring of muscles under his tongue, and soon, he simply licks into the boy's entrance, dragging the slickness of his appendage ease the resistance of the now clenching tailhole.

And so, Geoff eats Finn out until he's whimpering and his hole twitches, begging to be filled, until incidentally, Geoff's prick is hard and leaking trapped between his belly and the bed, and it is then that he flips open the cap of the bottle of lube, pours some onto a finger or two, rubs it vigorously about with his thumb, then presses the warmed fluid into him. Finn's hips buck into the evidently quite welcome intrusion, and Geoff begins to saw that finger in and out, earning still more whimpers.

Geoff chances to look up and is greeted with the sight of lion and wolf no longer kissing but, rather, the enormity of August's prick filling Finn's mouth and throat, being thrust into him. It seems... different from August's time with Geoff, less trepidatious, less coddling, less... tender. The human considers, recalls hearing that Finn, in fact, likes not playing, ah, nice. So, grinning, he looks up at August, who meets his gaze, just as Geoff adds another finger, earning a grin and a high-pitched groan for it.

Watching August's hips sway, dragging his cock in and out of Finn's mouth, goes directly to Geoff's crotch, causing more than one lustful throb in his loins. That and the rolling of Finn's own hips into the now scissoring finger fuck Geoff is so adeptly delivering. The human can swear that, with his buried fingertips, he feels the small swell of something in Finn's depths, and pressing against it elicits elated sighs and grunts satisfying on both ends. So, in goes the third finger to seek that spot, earning a sharp inhale from Finn and a growl from August, ostensibly from his end of the lion's reaction.

"That's it," rumbles the wolf, pulling his malehood from Finn's muzzle and relocating his body closer to the boy's hips. "He's ready." He rolls Finn onto his side and with a single huge hand under a straw-furred thigh, he lifts one leg until the lion is utterly exposed.

Trusting August's experience, Geoff pulls his fingers out of Finn and, instead, grips the lupine phallus nearby to jerk it once, twice, then, to guide it to the lion's waiting passage. The tip presses against the fluttering pucker, then, sinks in at a leisurely yet unyielding pace. Finn's eyes screw shut, and his muzzle jerks open, emitting mewls of want as August enters him.

When about half the wolf's length has disappeared within the lion--and to where, Geoff could not guess--he slips his hand down from the shaft to the heavy sack following it, rolling its hefty contents in his palm, squeezing ever so gently. The response is a huff of appreciative laughter and a throb of August's cock for which Geoff is sure he's responsible.

But he is given a jerk of the wolf's head to beckon upwards on the bed, which he follows, leaving behind his significant mess of pre-ejaculate in the lower reaches of the sheets to join the other two, facing them on his own side. And when said wolf leans in to kiss him, again, he meets it eagerly, sharing Finn's taste with the congress of their tongues. In the midst of the act, however, Geoff feels a deft pair of hands take hold of his own erection, gripping and pumping its full length as it leaks, as its owner knows it does, over dainty knuckles. Geoff moans gleefully into August's grinning muzzle and thrusts his hips forward, pushing through fisted hands and forcing his own cockhead to collide with Finn's groin, which causes the boy to let out a soft squeal.

Geoff freezes, pulls away from August and looks down, making certain that he hasn't hurt the lion, but when he does, he only sees half-lidded, blissed-out eyes, a panting muzzle, the hands still working his shaft, and nothing but August's knot peeking out of an almost distressed-looking tailhole.

He next looks upward to find August fixing him with a knowing smile, but he just leans down to murmur into Finn's ear what Geoff is certain he hears as, "Touch yourself."

And that's exactly what Finn does. Geoff watches him bring a hand to his diminished sheath and plunge two fingers into the slit at its tip with a squelch and a gasp of pleasure. Clear fluids ooze out from that opening around his fingers to mingle with Geoff's own on the lion's paw. The fingers then spread inside of that sheath, stretching it open, gaping that slit, and bringing an idea instantly to an incredulous human mind.

He throws his head back to look at August and ask, "Should I- "

And the wolf replies before he can ask, "Uh-huh."

Finn, for his part, begins pulling Geoff's member towards his sheath himself, and when Geoff pushes his prick down to sink headfirst inside the warm, moist sleeve, they both shudder and groan. Finn's free hand rises to clutch at Geoff's shoulder tightly, and the lion begins to gyrate his hips, both to slide the human's docked cock in and out of him and the growing slickness in his sheath, and to fuck himself on the massive wolfcock under his tail. And as he moves, so, too, do the males inside him.

Sighs and sweat are exchanged between bodies. With Finn rocking between August and Geoff, those two pumping into him, and muzzles meeting amongst them all, building pressure seems to grip them all. With his massive paws clamped to slight hips, August drives into his youthful lover again and again, eventually pressing the bulbous knot at the base of his prick into him, growling possessively, and finally reaching completion. Finn's insides flood with warmth, and the lion sputters out a cry of joy. The sounds--the scent of sex--the sensory overload push Geoff off his respective edge, as well, and the whole of his body clenches as orgasm overcomes him. His seed shoots out like cannon fire, mingling with the pre already slicking Finn's sheath and, soon, seeping out from its opening.

The three cling to one another, chests heaving, each gasping for breath, and all pressing firmly into the warmth they share. Minutes pass as they come down from the incredible high, but eventually, they regain motor control, dissolving into a writhing mass of limbs rubbing one another.

And August, drawing up, leaning over, turns Finn's head toward himself to initiate another kiss. This one, however, is different, at least to Geoff's eyes. Here, he recognizes the tenderness in the wolf, the obvious, genuine affection he has for the lion, and this kiss carries this feeling of finality...

Suddenly, Geoff wonders if he... belongs here. This is weird, and as he watches the other two, he feels like an intruder in a secret space of theirs. So, once they finish--and seriously, they spend ages just looking into each others eyes--once they finish, he plasters on a smile and rises from the bed. He collects his clothes in silence in the dark.

Probably, they say something to his back as he shuffles through the door, and he replies, looking over his shoulder at the two tied together, "See you around."

But he's already deciding that he won't.