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Outside, the sun had already risen above the horizon to shine its light on the quiet neighborhood below. A pair of wolves, dressed in athletic shorts and tank tops and already panting from the morning heat, were huffing and puffing as they jogged down the sidewalk together. A young lizard and his bluejay friend paused in their play to wave to them, and the two wolves smiled at the pair and gave polite nods of greeting to the lizard's mother as she looked up from sweeping the porch. She smiled and called out a soft greeting as well. Next door, a labrador grunted as he tried to start up his mower--he'd been waiting all week to mow the lawn, and the missus was starting to get testy with him over it.

Inside, in a house at the end of the block, a pair of lovers ignored the world as they lay in bed together. Shane grunted out as he stirred, his massive arm clutching at the smaller ball of fur curled up against his side. The bear yawned, working his jaw, and reached down with a free hand to scratch himself under the covers. He found another's paw--smaller and webbed--cupping his crotch, and felt a smile stretch his lips as he entwined his fingers with his husband's.

Eric, the pudgy otter using the bear's side as pillow, moaned and sighed and snuffled against his husband's chest. For a moment his snout pushed up under Shane's arm, and the otter's hips rocked against the bear's as his morning wood pulsed and throbbed. The bear felt the otter's cock--as short and pudgy as the male it was attached to--spurt its pre into the fur on his hip, but ignored it in favor of letting his paw stroke from the nape of Eric's neck to the base of his tail.

The two continued resting like that for a while longer, Shane closing his eyes and just enjoying the warmth of the body laying against his and Eric dozing and dreaming peacefully. Finally, the bear felt the otter's paw clench in his own, and heard the sighing and snuffling of his lover stirring. "Morning, babe." He looked down to the smaller male with a gentle smile, and patted the otter's soft rump.

"Mmmmg'mornin..." Eric's voice was still muzzy and heavy with sleep as he let out a yawn of his own. Slowly, his eyes blinked open, and he met Shane's gaze with a soft smile. "Feel good sleeping in, babe?"

"Yeah, especially with a certain little cutie." Shane chuckled, and gently pulled the otter up to lie on his chest as the larger male rolled onto his back. His broad, massive paws cupped the cushy cheeks of Eric's ass, and the bear's thumbs worked to massage the base of the otter's tail. "Mmmf... stuff at the office's been real crazy all week."

"Lisa and Sylvia still being cunts?"

"Oh yeah."

"Eh, fuck 'em, babe." Eric's paws worked themselves into the bear's thick coat as his forgotten erection ground against his husband's belly. "Or better yet, fuck me."

Shane guffawed and kissed the crown of Eric's head. "You horny little bastard." There was no heat to the words beyond the low rumble of lust as Eric's legs stretched, the otter's hindpaws finding the bear's own thick, heavy erection. The soft pads caressed the hot, throbbing shaft, and Shane's breath hitched at the touch. "We got all day to fuck around as much as you want, babe." The bear's clawed fingers hooked under the otter's tail, pressing into the dank expanse underneath, and Eric's breath hitched as he felt the rougher flesh of Shane's pawpad brush against his tender tailhole.

"As many times as I want?" The otter looked up to the bear with well-practiced puppy-dog eyes, and got another kiss from his husband and Shane's free paw scritching and stroking behind his stubby ears in return.

"I've got a pair of big, sweaty bear balls ready to dump as many loads as you can handle, baby." The bear's words were husky from the teasing the otter was giving him and the feeling of the moist, still-tight--even after the many times they'd mated--pucker winking and pulsing against his pawpad. "But first, can we get some breakfast going? I'm starving."

"You're always starving, you tease." Eric nipped at Shane's chest, and again the bear's breath hitched. "How aren't you big and fat like me?"

"Because I work for a living." Shane let out a soft guffaw, and when Eric huffed and pouted at him the bear lifted the otter to cradle the smaller male in his arms while sitting up. The bear nuzzled into Eric's pudgy gut as he cuddled his lover, giving the pillowy expanse soft licks and nips and kisses as the otter squeaked and moaned. "Don't get me wrong, though. I love how big and fat my little cutie is."

"Mmf, you'd better, because it's not going away." This time it was the otter's turn to scratch and stroke behind the bear's ears as he curled over his lover's head, huffing again. He looked down, past the bear's snout and his gut to his cock, still throbbing and dribbling. He stretched his paw down to squeeze it and squeaked again. "And neither are these if we don't do something about them."

"...Pre-breakfast blowjob?"

"Hah! Who's the one who wanted to wait until after breakfast?" Eric giggled and spread his legs as Shane's snout dipped beneath the curve of the otter's belly to press against his sheath. Rub over it, from the base of the otter's stout cock down to his fuzzy balls. Sniffing and snuffling as he inhaled the musk that had built up overnight. "Go on, babe. Got a nice, fat 'sausage' just for you."

Shane rolled his eyes and ignored the further giggling the otter let out, but his lips ticked upward as he let them part to drag his tongue up Eric's length. He lapped at the pungent flesh and swirled the moist appendage around the tip. "Breakfast in bed? What would I ever do without you?" He let out a soft rumble of laughter as well, and then opened his maw to engulf the otter's cock and balls completely.

Eric whimpered and let out a sharp squeak as his package was surrounded by the wet heat of Shane's maw, clutching at the bear's head and rocking his hips upward. Concern about the bear's sharp teeth near his junk didn't even cross his mind as Shane slurped and suckled with practiced ease. Rolling the firm orbs of Eric's balls in their furry sack, his tongue tingling at the spicy, slightly-salty taste of them. His lips tugging at the sack and making Eric moan with pleasure. Moving up to lavish his tender affections on the pulsing, leaking shaft--up and down and around the head and digging his questing tongue into the strongly-flavored inner pouch of the otter's sheath.

The bear seemed eager to taste his husband's cum, and impatient as well--the low rumbling of hunger coming from Shane's stomach spurred him on to suck on his husband's morning word with fervent need, lashing his tongue against the sensitive tip. Finally, with a sharp squeal, Eric's pulsing cock bucked and shot its load into the bear's maw. Shane moaned and hummed as he swallowed down Eric's orgasm--one shot, two, three, and then a steady dribble as the otter collapsed into his arms. He waited until his lover's erection began to soften and recede back into its sheath before pulling off and moving up to nuzzle Eric's flushed cheek. "Thanks for the meal, babe."

The otter shivered and squirmed in his husband's arms in post-orgasmic bliss, and then finally opened his clenched eyes to give Shane a grin. "Any time, babe. Mind if I have some, too?"

"Go right ahead." The bear let out a low rumble of laughter as he set the otter down between his splayed legs. Almost immediately the otter dove into Shane's crotch, opening his mouth wide to shove as much of the bear's large shaft into his throat as he could while massaging the massive balls and plump sheath with his paws. Shane hissed in pleasure, his own heavy paw settling atop Eric's head as he met the otter's lustful gaze. "Ngh... don't choke."

The smaller male huffed around the bear's cock, acting insulted. The difference in their sizes had always been a concern for the larger male--who'd admitted that his greatest fear was hurting the one he loved--despite Eric's efforts to show how much he relished Shane's bulk. His big, strong arms and broad chest. His heavy, pendulous balls and long cock. Even the bear's plump, though still-firm ass and gut. Eric pulled off to nuzzle the leaking tip of Shane's erection. "Don't worry about me, babe. Just worry about filling my belly, 'kay?" After giving the slit atop the tapered head a delicate kiss, Eric once more engulfed his lover's member. His paws worked in a persistent massage over Shane's sack, hefting and rubbing and gently squeezing the orbs within.

The bear could only answer with a muffled growl of pleasure as he clenched his eyes shut. His balls were his weak spot in more ways than one, and it only took a few minutes of teasing and fondling to make him throw his head back and roar out his own orgasm.

Eric relaxed his throat, letting the tip of Shane's cock slide into the tight opening to pump the bear's thick cum straight down into his belly. The otter gurgled around the shaft filling his maw, breathing heavily through his nose and filling his lungs with the spicy scent of his husband's musky crotch. As the flood of seed slowed to a trickle, Eric pulled back to suckle the last few spurts straight from the tap and then latched off to give the bear a white-washed grin. "See, babe? That's how you do it."

"Mmmn, yeah. Now, I gotta take a piss, so unless you want some lemonade with your cream we should probably get up." Shane chuckled as Eric rolled his eyes and batted at the bear's belly, and then the two finally rose up to start their morning; neither bothered to dress, preferring to let it all hang out since they would be staying in all day.

A quick trip to the bathroom to relieve themselves and wash up ended with a fresh, minty kiss between the two as they finished brushing their teeth. Then it was out to the kitchen to start fixing breakfast together; Eric handled most of the cooking--putting on an apron as he did so--while Shane performed the all-important task of filling and starting up the coffee machine. Eggs, bacon, and a generous stack of pancakes were set out and consumed as they chatted about the goings-on in the neighborhood. That wolf kid up the street was starting track this year, and his dad was running in the mornings with him--both for support and to get rid of the pudge he'd built up. Little Jay was having a birthday party on the upcoming Friday, and Shane let out a sigh of relief past the rim of his coffee cup that it would be going on while he was at work; he didn't mind kids, but an entire group of them running around hyped up on cake and ice cream was far more than he could handle. And so on, and so on.

After breakfast came the dishwashing, and Shane was quick to take on the task--he couldn't neatly crack an egg to save his life, and had no idea how to measure the very fine line between 'seared' and 'burnt', but what he could do was rinse and scrub plates and cups and set them to dry. He pushed Eric aside gently, getting the otter out of his way and telling him to sit down; he'd spent the entire week cooking and cleaning and taking care of the house, and today was his turn to relax just as much as it was Shane's. The otter huffed, crossing his arms and pouting, and then a devious idea flitted through the smaller male's mind. When Shane was distracted, humming to himself in his deep bass-baritone voice while scrubbing at a particularly stubborn spot, Eric snuck up behind the bear. He wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, and then surged forward to shove his snout right up under Shane's stubby tail.

"Mmmf!" Eric's nose was cold, but his breath was hot and humid over the musky, slightly-damp flesh of Shane's pucker. "Babe, please. What are you even doing?"

"Relaxing, like you told me to." Eric giggled, sending another warm breath over Shane's backside, and the bear moaned and struggled to keep his grip on the dish and dishcloth in his paws. The otter, meanwhile, nuzzled into the oily flesh and fur and took deep breaths of his husband's spicy scent. "You know I relax best with my face in your big, smelly bear butt."

"Hey, I showered last night..." Shane's cheeks flushed at another teasing giggle from his husband, and his legs parted of their own accord; he sighed in submission to the otter's whims when Eric's paws moved up to cup and caress his balls from behind. Shane bit his lip to stifle his moan, and then did his best to focus on his task. "J-just don't go too crazy back there, okay? Still gotta finish this, then you can, uh... sniff my 'big, smelly bear butt' all you want."

"Thanks babe. You're the best." Eric moaned softly, running his snout up and down the cleft of Shane's ass; the otter only came up to about his husband's belly while standing up straight, so it was easy for the smaller male to do so comfortably. His nose once against pressed to the clenching hole between his husband's furry cheeks, and he took yet another deep whiff of the rich, musky--but clean--smell. His tongue followed, lapping and slurping over the flavorful flesh and following the bear's taint down to the dank hollow behind Shane's balls. And then back up, pressing with eager insistence against Shane's rim and slowly pushing in.

Shane rumbled and his eyes fluttered as he rocked his hips back against the intrusion. He quickly finished, rinsing the last of the silverware and trying not to throw it into the drying rack as he shut off the water. Then he leaned forward over the sink and pushed his ass back into Eric's face, reaching back with his still-wet paws to spread himself wide. The otter's tongue was short, but eager; it lapped and pressed against his husband's inner walls and then pulled itself free to swirl over the bear's hole. All the while, the otter fondled and squeezed Shane's balls, making the bear's erection throb against the counter and stain the dishcloth with his freely-flowing precum.

Then Eric pulled away, gasping and panting, and gave one of Shane's furry asscheeks a firm smack. "Thanks for the meal, babe." He turned, giggling to himself while making his way towards the living room. The only warning he had was a lusty growl from behind before Shane turned to lift him up into the air; the bear, bigger and stronger than the otter, easily manhandled the smaller male into an upside-down position practically curled over himself as he was cradled in Shane's arms. With another growl, the bear shoved his own snout right into Eric's ass and took a deep sniff. "F-fuck, babe..."

Shane rumbled in answer, grinding his nose against the soft, dank flesh of Eric's hole and into the otter's tailbase; Eric, like all otters, had bountiful musk glands right at the base of his tail, and the pungent scent filled Shane's lungs as he drank it in. Then Shane flicked his tongue over Eric's winking pucker, making the otter squeak and squeal as he was carried over to the couch. The bear dropped down to sit with a grunt, and again easily flipped the otter over. Eric's back pressed against Shane's chest, and the bear's arms wrapped around his lover from behind as his erection throbbed between Eric's hindpaws. "Mmmn, this is why you don't mess around with bears, babe. Might get them worked up..."

"Maybe that's what I want." Eric squeaked and giggled as his hindpaws wrapped around the hot shaft rising from Shane's sheath. His pawpads, soft and cushy, caressed the fleshy cock as they squeezed it between the otter's soles and began stroking up and down its length. "Maybe I want a big, horny, pent up bear to take all the frustrations of the week out on my fat, smelly butt..." His song-song voice dropped into a needy squeal as Shane gently nipped at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, you want it, babe?" Shane rumbled and moaned as his husband's toes ground against the sensitive, leaking tip of his cock. "Want your big ol' bear to stuff you full?"

"Yeah."

"I'll need to get the lube..."

Eric's paws gave Shane's shaft another sharp squeeze, and the bear took in a hissing breath. "Fuck it. I've been practicing enough." Eric's voice dropped into a husky groan as he lifted and spread his legs. "Shove it in me dry, babe."

Shane paused, his claws gently and carefully raking through Eric's belly fur. "You sure? It's pretty big, and-" He was cut off by Eric squirming in his grip once more, pushing himself down towards the bear's crotch and guiding Shane's cock under his tail with his hindpaws.

"Less talky, more fucky."

The bear sighed and nuzzled into Eric's neck--he knew full well the otter couldn't be reasoned with when he was this horny. And he had to admit that the thought was tempting--shoving his cock right in to the hilt, pounding Eric's eager little hole, taking out all the built-up frustration of the week on his husband's ass. His hands moved to Eric's hips, holding the otter in place as his cocktip kissed the otter's pucker. "Alright, fine. You asked for it. On three...?"

"Three!" The otter completely ignored his lover and dropped down onto the bear's lap. Pushed himself down onto his husband's thick cock. Impaled himself on the throbbing, pulsing, leaking erection.

Both of them cried out in mixed pain-pleasure. Eric gasped and squealed as his huband's cock hilted inside him, the pre-slick shaft dragging against and stretching his inner walls. Shane, meanwhile, tried not to roar right in the otter's ear as the tight passage clamped down around him. They huffed and panted, eyes clenched and teeth gritted as they rested together.

"Fuck... you okay? This might've been a bad idea..." Shane panted and winced with every movement of the otter's inner walls against his cock.

"N-no, I'm good. I can take it. I just--ohfuckgoddammitshit--just stay still for a bit, okay?" Eric's own breath hitched as he tried to relax, taking deep breaths and squeaking as Shane's arms embraced him.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, and slowly began to adjust. Eric's hole milked slick precum out of Shane's cock, which started to help--the otter usually needed a lot of lube and a lot of prep before taking his husband's proportionally-massive cock, and all the eagerness in the world couldn't change that fact. Shane's hands stroking his husbands sides and belly helped Eric to relax his clenched insides, allowing them to stretch around the pulsing invader in his guts. Pain slowly sank under warm pleasure, and the bear began to carefully buck into Eric's passage. "You okay now...?"

"Yeah. Sorry." Eric craned his neck to press soft kisses along Shane's jawline, and squirmed in the bear's arms to grind himself down against the bear's crotch. "It's just... you haven't fucked me since Wednesday, and-"

"Shh. Shhh, I know." Shane gently hushed the otter, nuzzling the smaller male and kissing the crown of his head. "I'm sorry this week's been so hectic, and I haven't been up for it. But we got all day for me to make it up to you." His grip on Eric's sides tightened, and he slowly pulled the otter up the length of his cock. Rather than a pained whimper, this time Eric let out a needy croon while his own erection began to rise from his sheath. Shane grasped his lover's stout cock and tightly-drawn-up sack, rubbing and squeezing them as he pushed the otter back down into his lap.

"Alright, babe... Do me."

And Shane did. Slow, easy, and passionate, nipping and nibbling on his husband's shoulders and neck as he helped Eric bounce on his cock. The otter moaned and squeezed around the shaft as it drew out of him, and squealed in bliss as it pushed right back home inside. Neither were in a hurry to cum; Eric just closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Shane's cock pushing deep into him, stretching him wide open and filling him up so utterly and completely, while Shane rumbled with bliss at the warm, tight, hot inner walls massaging his cock.

Of course, all things come to an end, and their lovemaking was no different. Eric gasped and squealed as the hot knot of pleasure building in his gut finally burst, making his cock jump and throb and spurt his seed all over himself. Shane growled as Eric's inner walls clenched around him, rocking into that tight embrace a few more times before shooting his own load deep into his husband's bowels. The two lovers panted and groaned and murmured in bliss to each other, Eric settling into Shane's lap as they shared a slow kiss.

When Shane's cock began to soften, the two worked together to slide the spent shaft out of Eric's abused hole. Eric shifted to lie across the bear's lap and reached back to spread himself while Shane gently lifted the otter's tail and hunched over to examine the leaking pucker, both of them holding their breaths in trepidation. No blood that Shane could either see or smell; both of them let out a sigh of relief, and then Shane dipped down to give his husband's ass some much-needed TLC.

Eric winced and clenched his stinging hole at the first few touches of the bear's tongue, but slowly relaxed and squeaked in pleasure as the insistent muscle massaged and caressed the sore flesh. Shane lapped up the cum trickling down his husband's taint, and then pushed his tongue into the filled hole to lap his seed right up from inside the otter. Sucking it out and into his maw, and exploring the cum-smeared inner walls as he delved into Eric over and over. Then he flipped Eric over to share his bounty with the otter in a deep, hungry kiss, the two passing the rich, musky cum between them and gulping it down in turn.

Then they cuddled together, watching tv and groping each other; Eric fondled Shane's balls, while the bear kissed and nibbled and suckled the otter's nape and ass and hindpaws. Eric was prepared to take his husband's cock when the bear's erection returned, and Shane laughed and kissed his eager little cutie while Eric positioned himself on his lap.

The rest of the day passed in a comfortable, lustful haze of lovemaking, the two only pausing to eat or let themselves recover. Shane kept his word, pumping Eric's ass full of load after load of cum until the otter was practically bloated with it. They moaned and sighed and kissed each other, cuddling and snuggling and losing themselves in bliss as one enjoyed everything the other's body had to offer. This was their day together, their comfy Sunday off to bury all the worries and frustrations of the week under their love for each other, and the otter and bear made sure to make the most of it.