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Leakage

By Alabaster~

Moving houses can be a chance for a new beginning, to make a change. Go nuts! Throw out that dusty old decor and create a whole new look. Get rid of that stuff you never use but for some reason kept around.

That's the idyllic world anyway. Breaking your back while moving the washing machine, breaking your boyfriend's back while carrying the couch, go hungry and tired for hours - sound familiar?

Fuck it. Why can't the house move itself? I'm deciding to hate the world, Darren thought while lifting the probably hundredth box of crap out of the trunk. Unfortunately, the apartment he and his partner were moving out of experienced a serious failure of plumbings, causing heavy water damage all over. Luck has it, they were tenants, so it falls to the housing company to deal with it. Another lucky strike was that the housing company gave them another apartment to live in temporarily, a terraced house. No climbing stairs.

"That box is to go to the kitchen, right?" A croc's head peeped out of the front door.

"Yeah, has plates and such. Treat it like you would a frail pensioner", Darren sighed.

"Hook it to a defibrillator?" Anton asked while being handed the box.

"Don't drop it."

"How often do you let pensioners fall down?"

"Har har", Darren muttered.

"A smile hurts much less than you think", Anton winked.

Darren flashed a sad, tired and a slightly annoyed smile. He knew Anton tried his best to cheer him up, but the canine wasn't feeling it.

"Yikes", the croc shuddered. "Ever thought about applying to become one of those gargoyles in Notre Dame?"

Darren grumbled and turned around. It's time to call it a night. There was still a lot of work to do, but at least the heaviest stuff had already been moved. Thank God, his back couldn't take much more. Like a ragdoll, he collapsed onto the haphazardly placed couch; he wasn't going to move a muscle for the rest of the night.

"It's alright. It's going to be done tomorrow", Anton said as he sat down next to his tired housemate.

"We still need to organize everything", Darren murmured and pointed at the chaos they were in the middle of.

"And we will. Most of the work has been done already", the croc nudged Darren.

"My back hurts", Darren grumbled.

"My brain hurts", Anton sighed.

"Cuddles?" The canine suggested, realising he was being a bit of a pain.

"Fist in the ass?" Anton smirked, before receiving a haunting growl. "Was just a joke!"

Darren rolled his eyes and pulled his man into a hug. The reptile's warm scales soothed him. Anton hummed in response, a weird sound he made when he felt good. A bit like a cat's purr, but smoother. He turned to kiss his furry counterpart and wrapped his long tail around Darren's thigh. The canine could feel Anton's arm sliding underneath his shirt, gently stroking his chest. Pulling Anton closer, he felt a familiar bulge pressing against his leg.

"My God, Anton. How do you still have energy for that?"

"Oh you should know by now. You chose to fall in love with a beast after all", the crocodile hummed.

"It still amazes me", Darren chuckled.

"Care to relax with me?" Anton winked and groped his now quite visible bulge.

The canine didn't need to respond with words. He slid his paw underneath Anton's jeans, brushing the stiff member through the constricting boxers. He could feel the heat emanating from underneath. His man was such a stud!

Anton moved the tip of his tail to tease Darren's behind. He prodded the canine's covered hole, drawing deep growls from the "fuzzboy" as he called him.

"Take your jeans off", Anton commanded with a beaming hum. "Do show off."

Snickering, Darren got up, making sure to give a squeeze to the needy member. He began to slowly lift his shirt, revealing his toned body. Teasing Anton, Darren stroked his belly and his chest, before throwing the shirt to the other side of the room. The canine then turned around, waving and squeezing his own butt.

"Damn. To think I got the trophy dog to myself", Anton sighed.

"Hungry for more, reptile?" Darren chimed.

Anton grabbed Darren jeans and ripped them down, revealing the round, soft butt. Licking his lips, the crocodile pulled Darren against his muzzle and began working his tongue around the smooth hole. He teased the opening gently; long licks and tender prodding was enough to get Darren's knees to shake. The canine even leaked a few small drops of pre!

"You always taste so good...", the croc growled.

He spread Darren's cheeks apart to push his tongue in him. The tight hole resisted, but only for a while to then embrace the slick tongue. Warm, smooth, almost hungry for more. Yes! It was exactly what they both needed after a long day. Anton didn't slow down, but continued to spread his lover open. His tongue was ravenous, exploring Darren's insides with excitement and lust. His own member was throbbing and twitching, eager to feel the same pressure as his tongue. Grinning, Anton spat on his paw and lubed up his member. Crude, but effective - especially with a well trained hole.

"Didn't you say that you feel tired? Sit down for a bit", Anton gestured at his solid maleness.

"You deviant", Darren chuckled.

"You're not going to say no now, are you?"

Darren smirked and turned to slowly sit down on his man's lap, the croc's member brushing against his rear, sliding effortlessly to the tailbase. Don't make a mistake; Anton loves when the canine teases him, even edges him until his balls turn blue, but teasing him now by hotdogging him? No deal.

The reptile snarled playfully, lifted Darren by his tail and pushed him down against his tip. He could feel the hole giving away, opening up for him. Damn! The familiar smooth and warm sensation embraced him, as he entered his price. His lubed member slid in easily enough, still facing challenge by the surrounding tightness.

"Oh fuck... Anton", Darren gasped as he felt the reptilian length sinking in him.

Anton chuckled and wrapped his arms around his lover, caressing him while gently thrusting in him. Darren being the sly dog he was, squeezed down on the manhood in him, making Anton sigh. The surrounding space was quickly filled with gentle moaning and the smell of the combined lust. Darren couldn't help but to leak on his thighs as Anton grinded against his prostate. It felt just right, so natural. Love being made just as it should be.

"Before you said your back was hurting. How's your ass doing?" Anton grinned.

"More open and looser than it was moments ago?" Darren moaned.

Emphasizing his point, he slammed himself against the reptile, letting the member sink in all the way. It seemed to trigger something bestial inside the croc, as he let out a deep rumble. Anton gripped his lover tight, rocking his hips in ever increasing pace. Unable to contain his excitement, Darren grabbed his member, pleasing himself in rhythm to the received thrusts.

"Going to wrap this up already?" Anton growled.

"Shut up and fuck me", Darren growled back.

Anton slid his arms underneath the canine's legs, to carry him in a way. Lifting him up and letting him drop down, while also slamming himself in made Darren whine. Being ravaged like that felt heavenly. He had relinquished all control to his lover, it made him feel free and safe - cared for. Every thrust, every time Anton's member grinded his prostate, every pant and moan all felt special. Darren knew what he wanted. To be filled, marked by his man's seed. Clenching his hole everytime Anton pulled further back, milking the reptilian, worked wonders. Darren could hear the familiar guttural panting, meaning Anton was not far off.

"Damn... your ass... you want every last drop, don't you?" Anton spoke in between deep breaths.

"You bet I do, croc! Breed me big guy!" Darren growled.

The canine's cock was throbbing and he could feel the tingle in his balls. Just a few more thrusts and he couldn't hold his load in. He wasn't able to hold that thought for long as Anton grunted loudly and bit his lip.

"You wanted to be filled, huh? Squeeze down on me", Anton growled and took a tighter grip on Darren.

Being a good dog for once, Darren did as he was told. He squeezed down as hard as he could and slammed himself down, hilting Anton completely. Squeezing the base of his member, Darren erupted. Anton bit down on Darren's shoulder, whining and growling as he released torrents of his seed. The canine's load landed audibly on the floor accompanied by his strong howl. He could feel as he was generously pumped full of warm seed; every twitch of Anton's member meant another shot of his load. He was fucking swimming in it inside!

"Fuck sweetie...", Anton sighed. He made sure to keep the dog hilted still as to avoid an even bigger mess...

"I'm so done for the night", Darren said wearily.

"Lie down with me, carefully though", Anton gently laid them both down, wrapping tightly around the canine.

Darren didn't respond anymore, having passed out from the combination of pleasure and exhaustion.

As unfortunate as it was, they would experience yet another leak. This time a bit smaller and stickier though.