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Alistair gazed across the bed, its rumpled brown sheets pulled back unevenly. Golden sunlight filtered through the window overlooking the lake, making his reading lamp unnecessary.

The Delphox watched with a smile more in his eyes than his firm face as the sunlight moved along his lover's snoozing form. The honey shade of the light made Joseph's blue and black coat glisten; Alistair knew enough about the color wheel to appreciate how this lighting complemented his husband.

He set aside his stuffy, leather-bound book and uncrossed his legs, and he set his wristwatch and eyeglasses atop the book. He was naked. It was less lewdness and quick access - Alistair and Joseph were just over the hill, past the point of constant, youthful copulation - and more to do with the convenient isolation which wealth bought. Why shouldn't Alistair and his lover enjoy walking the spacious halls of the manor nude?

But in spite of being mature and worldly men, they were still exactly that: men. The Delphox, letting his smile show thinly on his scruffy white jaw, stood from the wicker chair and lingered near the side of the bed. Joseph lay prone and gently asleep, his muscles idle and his fair gut rising and falling cutely, bringing to mind childhood memories of father dozed off in his study.

Alistair slipped into bed, its frame softly creaking. Joseph, a jackal-like Lucario, perked his ears and murmured. He was not given to rising with the sun, and he winced as soon as he opened his eyes. The fact that he could see the sunlight through his eyelids did little to prepare him for the glare. "Mmh. What time is it?" he asked, a mild German accent keeping his syllables tight.

"Just past six in the mornin'," said Alistair, pressing his smaller belly to Joseph's flank. A heady air of musk wafted around their bodies; a scent of exercise with the idle smell of a male body. The Delphox kissed where his husband's jawline ended and purred into his ear, smiling at the shiver he caused. "Couldn't help but wake you," he cooed, his Scottish accent far denser than Joseph's. "You looked lonesome."

Joseph smiled, leading into a wide yawn and a stretch. He segued it into a close embrace with his warm, autumn-hued husband. "Perhaps I was."

Chuckling sweetly and blushing, Alistair let his lips meet the Lucario's. Their kiss was brief but warm like a smoldering ember with all the subtlety that implied. Far less subtle was the way their naked groins pressed together, Alistair's flaccid shaft resting on Joseph's half-mast morning wood. "Love you," Alistair whispered. Putting his jowly lips near the Lucario's ear, he growled as he added: "Good morning."

"Good if you're a morning person," said Joseph playfully, turning onto his side and better pushing his semi-chubby bulk into that of his husband. Together they chuckled, Alistair delighted by his husband's laziness and Joseph merely happy to wake up in strong, capable arms. Their lips met, jaws parting eagerly but with careful refinement. As their tongues just met and started to stroke and rub, so did Alistair fondle his partner's back, sliding his fingers through fur slightly wet with sweat and sebum. They unanimously preferred to wear their day-old musk than run around stinking of shampoo and cologne like teenage boys.

One of the Delphox's firm paws came to rest on Joseph's bottom. He sank his fingers slightly between the cheeks, enjoying the sensation of his husband's warm bottom as much as his lapping tongue. Their penises, Joseph's fully hard and Alistair's nearing that peak, ground together like the blades in a drunken fencing match.

Joseph's tail beat the bed in a near-wag and he closed his red eyes, partly in pleasure yet mostly against the morning glow. Moving lazily, ever the laid-back creature at least when in his husband's arms, he put one stout leg over those of Alistair and thus pulled his lover closer.

A loving rumble welled in Alistair's dense breast. His left arm was wrapped about the Lucario; he squeezed him tightly with it as his other paw prodded and teased his husband's winking pucker.

Runners of precum fell from their dumbly frotting penises. It dribbled freely from Alistair's, but the foreskin of Joseph's cock puckered over the head. His precum was more unsteady for it, but fell in heavier wads. The Lucario reached between their bodies and clutched both shafts with some difficulty, for although his paws were large, so were their cocks hefty things. He didn't stroke them, there being no room for that, but he groped and kneaded with a slow care befitting a slow-waking homosexual enjoying a morning with his husband.

Where the more obvious pleasures were fairly reserved, the kiss was devolving into lewdness. Although Joseph was dozy in the mornings, he was a fantastic kisser any time of the day. He somehow stayed submissive to Alistair while at the same time slathering his tongue, slurping his palate, teasing his gums. Saliva dribbled from the corners of their maws, making dark stains in the sheet.

Alistair slid his manly paw out of Joseph's ass crack, over the curve of his hip and up toward his shoulder blade. At the same moment he eased off of the Lucario with his other arm, encouraging him to let the kiss break - and it did, but slowly, Joseph stubbornly keeping his tongue in his lover's mouth until the growing rift between them no longer permitted it.

Rubbing the red mark on his chest from Joseph's spike, Alistair laughed sweetly and murmured, "Twenty-five years with you, and I still forget about that thing."

"They tell me if I file it off, it will just return," Joseph said apologetically. He smiled. "Let me make this up to you. Won't you lie on your stomach for me?"

The Delphox grinned. His long and bushy fox tail swished as he complied; his meaty cock ground into the sheet. "You don't have to make anything up to me, you know."

"Of course I know." The Lucario knelt and straddled his husband's pursed thighs. Both stout paws on Alistair's mildly chubby bottom, he teased: "But to simply tell you I wish to lick your behind is tactless."

Joseph didn't pry apart his now chuckling lover's ass cheeks; that was, like making blunt statements, simply too tactless. He slipped his narrow snout between them instead, closing his eyes as his nose neared the pink pucker of flesh hiding down inside. He drew a soft breath through his nose, indulging his craving for his husband's anal musk, and then he began to kiss and lick the ring with alternating efforts. His paws hardly stayed idle, palming Alistair's cheeks with the firmness of a massage, making their somewhat fatty flesh dimple.

"Mmh. That's how you do it, aye," the Delphox murmured, muzzle sideways against the pillow and tail swaying above Joseph's head like a serpentine exclamation point.

Eating his lover's ass was a simple but perfect pleasure for Joseph. He gradually began to slurp his husband harder and harder, putting his wide canine tongue to excellent use. Up the back of Alistair's heavy balls; over his taint where the fur was thin and pink flesh showed; and finally a big finish across the snug pucker of his asshole to make the Delphox groan and curl his toes. Joseph had no intention of mounting his husband - he never did so just out of a sense of laziness unless Alistair happened to saddle up for a ride - but the possessive manner in which he slathered his lover's asshole could have fooled anybody.

Alistair bit into his jowl. Red-cheeked, he reached under himself at the same time as he inched his bottom backwards as well as up slightly. He took hold of his shaft, finding he was at a loss for room to stroke himself but fondling his meat all the same. Heavy beads of precum fell from its bared glans, adding musky stains to the sheets. They were far from the first ones the two amorous Pokemon had put in their furniture.

The Lucario was never lazy when it came to eating ass, a fact which Alistair was grateful for. His svelte German tongue teased the Delphox's entrance again and again, making it glisten and caking the fur surrounding it with enough drool to mat it down. The entire time he ate, he was breathing through his nose not out of necessity but to always smell as well as taste his husband's flawless rear. His own penis was leaving a large and still spreading smear of precum without the benefit of being fondled.

"Ah... ah, my god," Alistair puffed. "Joseph. My sweet, lemme kiss you again, won't you? Press up close to me, please."

There was subtle desperation in Alistair's voice. That was the closest he ever came to outright begging for something. Joseph didn't know if he'd go further because he never wanted him to; he gave his husband just what he wanted, as soon as he asked. He reluctantly slipped his tongue off the Delphox's pucker, sliding his muzzle out of the sweaty crevasse of his ass cheeks.

When room permitted it, Alistair outright flopped over onto his back. His member wagged from side to side like a cat toy before resting, pointing slightly askew even at full arousal. Joseph draped himself over Alistair once again, elbows on the bed to keep his breast's spike from jabbing his husband. "I love you so," the Lucario cooed, nose to nose with Alistair.

"And I you," said Alistair quietly, pushing his lips to Joseph's. The flavor and scent of his musk on the Lucario's face was thrilling, bringing to mind self-exploratory masturbation in his teens; sitting on the bed with his sweat-stained jockstrap clutched to his face. He kissed Joseph hard, grinding hips with the Lucario. His fingers slid up and down the jackal's back, tracing the lines of chiseled muscle and perusing the sponginess of mature fat all the same.

Thick wads of precum drooled from their cocks, smearing on both shafts and matting down Alistair's yellow fur. Composure granted them by years of familiarity wore thin as the promise of orgasm closed in on them, making nerve endings tingle as if electrified and toes and fingers curl involuntarily.

Joseph panted into the kiss, humping his lover's loins as though trying to do some peculiar exercise on top of him. The frottage was phenomenal (as it always was), made all the more sweet by the foreplay. They pawed at each other, desperate only to touch and feel as their tongues wrestled in the combined humidity of their locked maws. They felt like horny young men again, fucking for the fourth time in an afternoon at Alistair's dad's summer cabin.

They came at last, Alistair shooting into the coarse fluff on his belly, sucking and gulping his husband's tongue as the pleasure overwhelmed him. He wrapped his legs about the Lucario, hugging him with all four extremities to keep him as close as possible - and to ensure that he keep grinding.

Although the kiss was faltering, the passion remained white-hot. Joseph panted harshly for his lover, sweat dripping from his brow as he humped and bucked against his husband's throbbing and shooting cock. He could feel the gumminess of the semen in Alistair's fur and it was smearing into his own. It was a wonderful feeling, one felt many times before, and he reveled in its embrace.

Joseph came as strongly as his husband, but the excess of foreskin he featured saw his mess drool across Alistair's belly and loins in a thick, unbroken rivulet. He shuddered and tensed as this orgasm struck him, and he broke the kiss, resting his chin on the Delphox's shoulder. "Mmm, that... ah. Wunderbar." He chuckled quietly. "I'm ready to go back to sleep now."

Even with as much of a morning person as he was, Alistair yawned. He released Joseph from his legs but kept the Lucario in his arms. He hardly noticed the spike. "Me too... let's call this one a late morning, what do you think?"

The Lucario didn't answer. He just smiled and pecked the side of his husband's neck.