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Through a thin strip between a pair of curtains, a beam of line shone down against a double bed in a small, plain room. The wedged rectangle of light fell directly onto the eyes of a sleeping teenager bat, and the boy turned, groaning in frustration at the sudden burst of light. Just as it had arrived, it faded again, blocked out by the clouds. Yet, it was enough to wake him.

Vell groggily opened his eyes and was met with two questions: where was he, and what time was it? The first question became readily apparently when he turned and felt the empty space next to him, his brain catching up with his muscle memory. He was in Etis' apartment, his clothes strewn across the floor, his body covered by a thin sheet. His second question required more than just his head: he rolled over and grabbed his phone, tapping the surface to bring up the lock screen. A groan escaped his lips. It was 4pm.

Vell was smart enough to know better than to stay the night. This had just been an afternoon power nap after what was a particularly passionate morning, of sorts. Etis had invited him over to hang out for a little while and their typical friendship had blossomed into more, as it usually did. It never meant anything-- at least, not for Etis-- but the mutual give and take often made both of them tired. Yet, as usual, Etis was up before him. With a sigh, the 13 year old bat rolled out of bed, grabbing his boxers from the floor and padding into the room beyond, phone in hand.

He stepped into the plain living room and cast his gaze over the simple furniture, the minimalistic decor and lack of any individuality. It was Etis' style, he presumed, or maybe he just liked to be tidy. His gaze flicked towards the kitchen and he caught sight of the fox, standing by the kitchen counter with a knife in his hands, completely naked.

"Making breakfast?" Vell asked, and a smirk played upon Etis' lips as he snapped his gaze up to the bat's small smile.

"More like lunch. It's a little late for cereal and toast." Etis remarked, which caused Vell to chuckle, just a little, as he leant against the wall near the pigeon hole that connected the kitchenette and the living room together. His eyes flicked to the clock and he realised it was 5pm.

"Good. I'm hungry, in more ways than one." Vell remarked, moving around the counter to stand behind the fox. He slipped his hands around Etis' waist and the fox audibly chuckled, squirming a little in his grip. Etis didn't say anything, so that only encouraged Vell to pry further, dipped his head to run his mouth against the fox's neck, planting sweet kisses against his fur.

"Hungry so soon? I thought you'd be full after last night..." Etis remarked with a quiet giggle, but that only encouraged Vell to grope the fox further, touching across his body, sneaking his hands down to touch his bare fur.

"Well...let's just say you make me want more." Vell mused, and that brought an even bigger smile to Etis' lips. Vell's hands roamed and touched the boy's body, until his hand met with the cub's crotch. He cupped the balls in his hand and rolled them around his fingers, planting a number of sweet kisses against the fox's neck. He heard Etis let out a quiet groan, and that was all the indication he needed.

Vell had no intention of taking the hard-earned essence that Etis had hoarded for himself. Luckily for him, Etis had taught him to restrain the power to siphon that energy. Vell wasn't very good at it, however-- all he could learn to do was turn it on or off, with any in-between. In that particular moment, however, it didn't matter: Vell's intentions were born out of a pure sexual arousal, a necessity to please and be pleased in return. The bat's hand fondled the fox's crotch a little more before he manhandled the fox, whirling him around and pressing him against the counter. The bat placed his phone on the counter's surface and returned his hand to the fox's side, his eyes twinkling.

"The food will burn." Etis warned with a giggle, but Vell watched as the fox reached over to twist the dial, turning the heat off for now. With a cocky grin, Vell dipped his head, peppering kisses along his chest as he descended. He greedily ran his hands across Etis' hips and held him firmly as his mouth and tongue finally met with the fox's crotch. His wedged snout pushed up against those small balls and his plump little sheath, feeling it swell against his nose and lips.

THe gentle sigh that escaped the fox's lips reminded Vell of what Etis seemed to enjoy, the Vell planned to please him in the best possible way. As he saw that pink tip begin to slide from the fox's sheath, Vell lashed out his tongue, his prehensile appendage curling around the exposed tip and enveloping it in warm spittle and flesh. The tip of his tongue pushed down and slipped into the sheath's housing, wriggling around. Etis let out a quiet gasp and Vell felt his body shudder, albeit briefly, from the sensation.

"Mmh..." The fox let out a quiet, groaning sigh, propping his hands up on the counter and curling his toes against the floor tiles as Vell stuff his tongue just a little deeper, feeling the cock twitch and harden into his mouth. Vell pulled his mouth back for just a moment, before pushing it down again, pressing his nose against Etis' pelvis as his tongue mercilessly coated every available inch of the fox's member in his spittle. He could feel Etis gripping around his fur, clutching his head with a single hand whilst the other remained firmly on the counter.

The fox's panting was slowly and gentle, but quickly grew more laboured as time passed, until Etis was a panting mess. Vell could tell that the fox was into it, if only from his cock alone: the way it wildly twitched in his mouth, the way it oozed pre-cum against his tongue told him all he needed to know. He closed his eyes and relished and sensation, relished the moaning fox above him and the way he squirmed under his touch. Etis might be wiser, and potentially older, but he was still just as sensitive as everyone else.

The fox began to tremble and his moans grew more intense, warning Vell that the cub was already nearing his climax. Vell wasn't about to edge him: he shoved his mouth down and coiled his tongue tightly around the cock, graping firmly around the small member and making sure to give plenty of attention to the thick, pulsing knot that sat at the base.

"O-Oh...!" Etis let out a quiet gasp and his body shuddered for just a moment as he tipped over the point of no return. Vell felt the cock throbbing in his mouth and, after a moment, he tasted the salty nectar of the fox's load. He relished the taste, the shame he had once felt a distant memory. The bat groaned in delight and bobbed his head a few times, feeling every twitching, every throb as the small strings of seed shot against the back of his throat and dribbled down onto his tongue.

He kept his mouth firmly closed around Etis' cock just a little bit longer, before he pulled back and slowly rose to his feet, the erection in his boxers clearly obvious. A grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head down, running his lips across Etis' own. The fox angled his head to greet him, and Vell clasped his hands around Etis' hips, ready to lift him.

Just at that moment, the phone in Vell's hand began to buzz. With a grimace, the bat retreated and grabbed his phone from the counter, looking down at it, unlocking the screen. His smile faded at the sight of a text, and the silence that followed made Etis a little worried.

"Everything okay?" The fox peered at him to see Vell's grumpy expression, and the fox pursed his lips, expectantly waiting.

"Yeah...yeah," Vell sighed. "Foster home... or care home, or whatever. They're looking for me. I guess they don't like me being out so much, or they're just worried, or whatever."

"You should go ease their worries." Etis encouraged him with a small smile, much to Vell's dismay.

"But I want to stay here, with you. We're not done." Vell grumbled, sneaking his hands back around Etis' waist again. A small smile played upon the fox's lips.

"I'm not going anywhere," Etis assured him. "Besides...it would be better for them not to get suspicious."

"...You're always so smart. And right." Vell remarked grumpily, sneaking another kiss along Etis' lips before backing off completely, rounding the counter. His face was sour, but he wasn't going to argue. He knew Etis was right: it was better to have free reign and movement. He didn't want to risk being locked up in the care home for several days at a time, maybe even weeks. Even if he put the worries of his hunger aside, he enjoyed his freedom and wanted to keep a hold of it.

Vell begrudgingly got dressed and made sure he looked the part, before wishing Etis a wistful farewell, for now. He was going to return later, that was for sure. He had unfinished business to take care of.

Luckily for Vell, his care home wasn't too far away from where Etis stayed. It was a 20 minute walk if he was slow, but he picked up the pace. The urgency of the text he received warned him that the adults running the care home were on the verge of potentially calling the police to find him, and he didn't want that.

One brisk walk later, and Vell was standing outside the dingy, reasonably sized house that he sadly called 'home' for the time being. He had told Etis before that it was a foster home, but 'care home' was a more appropriate name. He didn't have a mum and dad like most kids, so he lived in a place like this, a communal home for children without parents. It was him and 5 other kids being looked after by 3 adults, all of whom lived in the same house. Only one of them actually stayed the night-- the other two had their own homes to get back to. With a sigh, Vell stepped past the gate and went up the path.

No sooner had he passed the gate that the curtains on the ground floor shifted and moved, and he knew someone had spotted him. The door swung open and there stood the ever-livid and harsh Olivia, an avian woman with cold eyes and a cold heart. She glared at Vell for a moment before stepping to the side, allowing him access. He moved past her without saying a word and made his way into the living room.

The next couple of hours were torture. He was, for lack of a better word, 'interrogated' by the adults who run the care home, and they weren't alone. His personal social worker was there as well, and the questions on her lips were almost the same as the others. It started out simple enough: they wanted to know where he'd been, and who he'd been seeing. He didn't have to tell them anything in detail, so he gave them half-truths: he had a friend who he was hanging out with. He neglected to mention that that friend was one he was sleeping with on-and-off.

At the mention of an unknown 'friend', they began to question him to extreme, guessing that he was in trouble, on drugs, or worse. Vell's sour demeanour only worsened when they demanded to meet his mysterious friend, which he promptly refused. When asked why, he refused to answer. That seemed to infuriate them.

They inevitably relented, but demanded he stay inside for the night to have dinner and get some sleep. Vell begrudgingly obliged, though didn't see the need for it: he always came back home after being out for the day. Regardless, it was as Etis said: he knew better than to argue. He retreated to the confines of his shared bedroom.

The house was big, but not big enough to give everyone their own personal space. Vell begrudgingly had to share his room with another, a 12 year old who he'd known for a couple of years now. His name was Leo, and he was a young canine that had the markings of a border collie with the physique and ear shape of any other pointed-eared dog. He was notoriously obnoxious and a bit of a smart-ass, but he meant well where it counted. It was no surprise to Vell that he found his room ins a bit of a mess, either-- Leo wasn't the cleanest of pups in that department.

"Evening, Leo." Vell grunted as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him so he could be afforded just a modicum of privacy in an otherwise busy home. Leo's head popped out from the covers, his boyish face covered in a mixture of white and grey fur, with grey freckles dotting his cheeks. His nostrils flared for a moment as he took in the scent of the room, catching Vell's own, before shuffling into an upright position.

"Where've you been?" He asked immediately, and Vell rolled his eyes, moving over to his own bed. Leo was messy, but he knew to keep Vell's bed clear. Vell had established that rule fairly early on.

"At a friend's place. What's it to you?" The bat grunted and Leo stuck out his tongue playfully, blowing a raspberry in the bat's direction. He removed his hands from the covers to reveal a handheld console, one that Vell was sure wasn't his. He didn't question it; it was better not to get involved.

They sat in silence for a while, and Vell took the time to bring out his phone and text Etis the current situation. Vell was irritated. He had been, effectively, blue-balled by his social worker and the adults of the care home, and he was forced to remain inside for the day rather than go and see Etis. Whilst the fox was fine and forgiving enough, that didn't stop Vell from being frustrated. He could still feel the tingles of need in his stomach, the yearning coursing through his veins. He pushed the feelings down and sighed, dropping his phone to the bed and leaning his head back against the wall. There wasn't much else to do but wait.

The last afternoon quickly turned into evening. They were given their meals, which consisted of them sitting around a dining table and eating, to they could 'bond'. That bonding came in the form of the younger children throwing their food around whilst Vell did his best to ignore them, picking at his food. He wasn't all that hungry: drinking essence tended to make him lose his appetite for a while, and he'd had his fill in the early morning, when he had stopped by to see Etis originally.

Like clockwork, they were 'ordered' to get changed into nightwear and brush their teeth, amongst other things, before being ushered to bed at the early hours of 9pm. They insisted it was so they got enough sleep, but Vell didn't have to jump through any mental hoops to understand it was because they didn't want to hang around any longer. If all the children were asleep, then they could leave for the day. Vell didn't argue with them this time: the sooner tomorrow came, the sooner he could get out of that place.

It was pitch black by the time Vell and the others were in bed, supposedly asleep. Vell, on the other hand, was doing quite the opposite: Etis had texted him a number of pictures to include him in whatever activities the fox was getting up to, which seemed to be a lot. Vell couldn't help but squirm in bed at the sight of some of those more sordid pictures, the slightly blurry shots of Etis with a sizeable cock up his ass. Just the thought of it stirred Vell's senses. Just as he was about to reach for his own member, the bed on the opposite side of the room creaked as Leo rolled over.

"Vell?" A whisper in the dark caught the bat's attention and, with a sigh, Vell locked his phone and tucked it back under his pillow.

"Mmhm?" The bat drawled, propping himself up with an elbow.

"I, uh..." The canine trailed off for a moment. "I have a question."

"Is it about a video game?" Vell grunted.

"No. It's about something else. It's embarrassing."

With a sigh, Vell shifted a got a little more comfortable, wondering what on earth the cub was going to ask him. Knowing Leo, it was likely something benign and not worth talking about.

"God on, then." Vell encouraged him, and he heard a shuffling in the dark as the cub moved about, getting comfortable. Vell could only make out the outline of the boy's covers, the curtains thin enough to allow a mixture of moonlight and the glare of street lamps through.

"Sometimes, I, uh..." Leo began. "See a picture of something and I get all...you know, tingly. Do you get tingly?"

It was not the avenue that Vell had expected the conversation to go down, and he suddenly felt his heart quickening. He clamped his mouth shut for a moment as he formulated a response, his eyes widening and darting around the room.

"Well, I'd, uh, guess you're becoming a man...so to speak." Vell's voice felt foreign on his tongue, and he cleared his throat, feeling the colour rise to his cheeks. The conversation was awkward, and he knew it, but like most young cubs, Leo didn't pick up on the social cues.

"But...when I get all tingly, my thingy..." Leo trailed off, and Vell understood that the cub was just as embarrassed and awkward about it as Vell was. The bat uncomfortably shifted in his laying position and sighed through his nose.

"Look, uh...do you really think you should talk to me about this? There's John, and Gregory..." Vell began.

"N-No. They'll make a big deal out of it and I just...I'm kinda scared." Leo's voice sounded quiet and weak, and Vell sighed. Despite his better judgement, Vell slipped out from under the covers and swung his legs over the sad, padding across the room towards the cub's bed. He sat down on the edge and felt Leo scoot back to give him room. With a sigh, Vell shifted in under the covers and laid down beside him. He was glad it was just the two of them, in that moment: the others would have considered it highly inappropriate. To be fair, it was.

"It's normal," Vell explained, burying himself in the covers as Leo rolled towards him, looking up at him in the dark. "All men get that. Your dick gets hard, and then..."

"Then what?" Leo asked, sounding urgent. He was keen for information.

"Well...you jerk off, and stuff." Vell skirted around the subject, but Leo seemed satisfied enough with that answer, as he didn't ask further. The cub squirmed where he lay, a question on his lips. Vell had a feeling what he was going to ask.

"Can you show me?" Leo spoke, barely above a whisper, and Vell's heart hammered in his chest in response. The bat peered up towards the closed door in the darkness, his large ears twisting, listening for any sort of sound. He relaxed his head back down after a moment and nervously gulped. As bad as it was, he sort of wanted this.

"Just his once, okay?" Vell insisted, and Leo didn't respond. Vell assumed the cub was agreeing. Slowly, the bat slid his hand forwards on the covers, reaching over until his hand touched with the canine's pyjamas. He snuck his fingers down until he met with the hem of the cub's top, and he slipped his hand underneath, tracing his fingers against the boy's fur, pushing down against his flesh. Leo squirmed, albeit briefly, under his touch.

When Leo said nothing, Vell pushed his hands further down, stroking along the canine's stomach until his digits reached the waistband of the boy's pyjamas, fully aware of what lay inches from his fingertips. Slowly, he tugged at the elastic band and slipped his digits down, inadvertently pushing the pyjamas down a bit with his wrist as his hand moved lower and lower. His fingers trailed across Leo's thigh and the cub quivered under his touch.

After a few moments, his digits met with the boy's sheath, and he felt it wildly twitch and pulse under his touch. A hand clamped down around his arm and Vell was momentarily surprise, but the hand didn't push him away. Instead, Leo held onto him for stability, and Vell heard the cub's quivering breath as Vell's fingers danced around his small sheath, coaxing his member forth.

"That feels funny..." Leo remarked with a quiet giggle, his breathing growing heavy. Vell's thumb toyed with the entrance to the sheath, and it didn't take long for him to feel the hot warmth of a tip poking against his skin. He withdrew his thumb and caught the small sheath between his index and middle finger, giving it a few leisurely strokes. He heard Leo whimper a little in response, and felt the cub's crotch roll down against his palm.

Vell let him do just that, stretching his fingers out to cup them around the cub's small package. Leo took the reigns and rolled his hips against Vell's crotch, humping his hand as the tapering end of his canine cock slid and prodded against Vell's wrist. The cub moved forwards a little, pressing his head against Vell's chest and holding into his arm as he humped, his breathing hot and heavy, his cheeks flushed.

"Do you want to do something more exciting?" Vell felt like another side of him had taken over, and felt as if the words on his lips were not his own. Controlled by his desire, he pulled his hand away from Leo's crotch and reached for his boxers, tugging them past his hips and kicking them off of his feet, leaving him bottomless. Leo didn't say anything as Vell shifted, rolling away from him and pushing his behind up against Leo's body.

The 12 year old cub reached up, hooking an arm around Vell's chest as he pushed his hips up against Vell's rounded behind. The bat immediately felt the cub's cock slipping in between his cheeks, smearing and prodding around. Leo was, in a word, 'leaky'; he was dripping pre-cum everywhere, and Vell wondered if it was just a trait of canines or if it was specific to the pup. In either case, it would make things easier.

Vell reached down and grasped the cock firmly in his hand, lifting up his free leg as he angled the boy's small, 3 and a half inch member around until the tapered end met with his pucker. Vell had taken cocks larger than the cub, and he was certain he could take Leo's member without a problem. Once his entrance met with Leo's tip, the cub thrust forwards, pushing his hips up into the teenager's behind. His member was swallowed up in an instant, and Vell made a note to squeeze his muscles down, clamping around the boy's cock.

Leo let out a weak groan as he pushed his hips forward even more, and Vell felt the definitive pressure of a knot against his behind. He was surprised the boy could already make one, but then again, he wasn't an expert on canine anatomy. Leo slowly pulled back and then thrust forwards again, his instincts taking over. Vell felt the boy's small hands gripping his body, clutching at his skin, his fingers digging into flesh. It was exhilarating, enough for the bat to steadily grow hard from the situation itself.

Vell didn't have to be a genius to realise that the boy was not going to last very long, nor did he expect him to. The cub thrust wildly with little idea about how to keep a steady rhythm, his breathing laboured. His lips were clamped shut as his moans devolved into tiny whimpers, having enough common sense to keep quiet. The dry thrusts of his cock quickly turned wet with his pre-cum, filling the room with a quiet squelching sound as his cock slid back and forth.

Suddenly, Leo thrust forwards, and Vell's muscles relaxed as just the wrong time. The knot slipped into him without difficulty and Leo let out a quiet gasp, tying himself to the bat's behind. He jiggled his hips back and forth desperately, his balls squishing up into Vell's own as he tried to reach his climax. Luckily, it didn't take him long: after a few moments, his knot swelled and the boy's body violently trembled as he orgasmed, his cock spurting tiny dribbles of seed into the bat's behind. Vell immediately absorbed the essence and his hunger was momentarily sated. He was overcome with a blissful pleasure and he sighed, pushing his hips back. He felt Leo's hand loosen around his stomach, the cub's breathing heavy and laboured.

Leo didn't know what to say. Neither did Vell. Instead, the two sat in silence in the dark for just a little bit longer, until Vell decided it was time to move. He pushed his hips forwards and Leo let out a grunt of surprise, before tugging back. The knot slipped from Vell's behind after a moment or two, leaving the bat feeling remarkably empty. He rolled over to face Leo, unsure what to say.

"So, uh...that's...how you have sex, I guess." Vell explained loosely.

"W...We had sex?" Leo whispered, sounding half-excited, half-nervous. A giggle escaped the 12 year old's lips and Vell blew a quiet sigh of relief, thankful that Leo hadn't taken it the wrong way. This was a spur of the moment, impulse decision, and it could have cost him dearly. The aching in his loins reminded him he needed something in return, and he was intent to get it.

"Now it's your turn." Vell reminded the boy, and Leo froze where he lay.

"I...In the butt?" Leo whispered quietly, and Vell chuckled, shaking his head, aware that the cub couldn't see him.

"No, no. It'd hurt. I have something else in mind." Vell replied, reaching out and pulling down the canine's pyjamas even more, sliding them down to his feet. He reached back up to the cub's hips and forced him to roll over, and Vell shuffled forwards, pressing his chest up against the boy's back. He pressed his cock up against the cub's cheeks, his 5 inch humanoid member pulsing weakly against the warm flesh.

Slowly, he angled his hips back, grasping his cock with a free hand and pointing it downwards. Rather than forcing it between the cub's cheeks, he instead slid it down underneath the boy's balls, pressing it between his thighs. A sigh escaped Vell's lips as he got settled into position, sliding his arm under the boy's body and cupping it around his stomach.

"Squeeze your thighs together." Vell informed him in a low whisper, tugging back and beginning to thrust. Leo did as he was told and Vell let out a quiet groan of pleasure when he felt the warmth of the thights enclose around his cock. Leo was a little skinner for his age, but this would be more than enough for what the bat wanted.

He tugged back, coaxing pre-cum from his member as he thrust forwards again. It took only a minute or so for the boy's thighs to get a little sticky with pre-cum, matting his fur just a little as the bat thrust back and forth, using the warmth of his flesh in whatever manner he liked. His breathing was lower and heavy as he grunted every so often, one hand wrapped around Leo's stomach, with the other gripping his hip and holding him firmly in place. Leo didn't utter a sound as Vell thrust, the bat too focused on his pleasure to do anything else.

Having been edged once already made it easy for him to reach his peak. His mind swirled with all manner of sordid possibilities to turn him on before he snapped back to reality, focusing on the warmth of the young cub beneath him, the feel of his hammering hearth, the tightness of his muscles and thighs. Vell groaned under his breath as he felt his pleasure grow more and more intense, until it reached an inevitable crescendo.

He pumped his hips forwards as his climax suddenly rolled over him. Cum spurted from the end of his length and coated the cub's inner thighs in sticky, warm seed. The sensation made Leo tremble and Vell clutched him tightly, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head from the pure, sensual blissful of his orgasm. His muscles relaxed and his grip loosened as that orgasm faded, leaving him with an awkwardly bitter feeling.

"Mmh...thanks, Leo." Vell muttered quietly, and Leo shuffled his hips back against the bat's body, cuddling into him. Vell wrapped his arms around the boy's body and nestled in against him, for now. He quietly reminded himself to get up early so that no-one could see what he'd done.

"Vell..." Leo mumbled quietly, getting the bat's attention.

"Mhmm?" Vell was just on the precipice of sleeping, but he was coherent enough.

"Can we do this again? You know, with...your butt." The boy awkwardly asked. Vell was silent for a moment, before he sighed.

"Sure, Leo. Now get some sleep." Vell muttered, drifting off to sleep as the notification light of his phone shone from his bed, illuminating their sleeping forms.