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Scanning the hotel room with his eyes, the Barbary lion let out a low rumble of approval. It had a cosy colour scheme made up of warm browns, lighter coffee colours and a few umber throw pillows.

A box of expensive, Belgian treats sat on a desk opposite the king-sized bed. That bed took up most of the space in the room; the rest was filled with two half-sofas that framed the window of the distant wall and an armchair that was positioned next to the desk. Above the bed, with the armchair looking at it, was a wall mounted TV. Perhaps this hotel hadn't been a bad purchase after all.

However, there was still one more thing to inquire about.

Taking a seat in the armchair, the lion took the internal phone from the desk and punched in the number for room service. It rang for just a few moments before a male voice answered.

"Good evening! This is the front desk, how may I help you?"

"Good evening to you as well. I would like to order a bottle of champagne to room 68, please." He wrapped the cord around his finger as he spoke, his intonation twisting like the curled plastic.

"Any type in particular, Sir?"

"The most expensive. Place it on my bar tab, please."

"As you wish, Sir. Anything else?"

"There was a short tiger who took my order at lunch today. Black hair, bright green eyes and if I had to estimate I'd say he couldn't have been older than twenty-five. Have him bring it up, please."

"Yes, I think I know who you're talking about. I have to say though, he only just started today, are you sure you won't allow me to send someone more experienced?"

"I'm aware that he's wet behind the ears, send him anyway."

"Of course, Sir. Is that all?"

"That would be all, thank you and goodbye."

He used the time it took the attendant to presumably ride up in the elevator to get dressed into something more entertaining for that boy. Off came his boring, grey blazer and his belt which were put to rest on the armchair. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The dishevelled look was completed when he rolled the sleeves up.

Now for the last part, his shoes. They were formal, Chelsea boots and were by no means bad for the occasion, but he had better. From the wardrobe he retrieved a pair of military style boots made of a thick, black leather. There was a natural intimidation to them that gave the lion an aura which would make the boy... malleable.

The lion had just tied the laces of boots when there came a knock at the door.

"Room service!" A chipper, enthusiastic voice chirped.

A smirk crossed the lion's face as he stepped towards his prey. He took his time, making the attendant wait for what he already knew was going to happen. Very slowly, so that the tiger on the other side could watch and sweat, he turned the key and opened the door.

Standing there was exactly what the lion had asked for: a short, Indian tiger with cropped black hair and nervous eyes. His name tag read 'Evan'. Evan was dressed in black slacks, a white shirt, and a maroon waistcoat along with a matching bow tie. Cute enough that the lion wouldn't do away with the uniform when the time came.

"Room service!" He said again and held up a bucket of ice in which a bottle of champagne sat.

"Thank you dearly." His smile was genuine, as was the tiger's blush over being thanked. "Place it on the desk please."

He stepped aside to allow the tiger inside, who did not notice that the older man was staring directly at his ass as he passed.

"Do you know who I am?" The lion asked, quickly slipping the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign onto the door handle and then closing it.

Despite the sound of a lock turning, the tiger didn't seem nervous. If anything, he was excited. He placed the bucket onto the desk and then eagerly turned to the lion, doing his very best not to grin and giggle.

"You're Mr. Moss! You bought the hotel last week, so my Boss told me to take good care of you."

"Did they now? And what exactly does 'good care' entail?"

Mr. Moss began to stalk closer to Evan whose tail was beginning to curl around his leg.

"I'm here to do anything you want. After all, the receptionist seemed to think that you're interested in me."

"He's not wrong..." Mr. Moss couldn't help but wink. "But did you really mean anything?"

"Yes, Sir."

"To start then, I'd like you to pour me a drink of that champagne. And please, call me Adrian."

"Whatever you wish, _Sir."_The two of them smirked at Evan's defiance.

As he bent down to the cabinet, he made sure that his back was curved and his ass was as stuck out enough to be alluring, but not ridiculous. He gave it a slight wiggle as he retrieved two champagne glasses. That got the lion's attention. A frowning Adrian slipped closer, in behind the tiger, and shoved him up against the edge of the desk.

With a growl, the lion's hands wandered over Evan's body before darting to their targets. His right hand gripped at the left nipple and his left hand immediately to groping the crotch. There was a yelp, a whimper and a moan as his cock quickly went stiff like Adrian's.

"Pouring yourself a glass, huh?"

"Yeahhh..." Evan moaned, biting down on his lower lip as the grip got tighter.

"I don't think so, aren't you supposed to be working?"

Evan grunted and gave a small tantrum, stomping his feet a little but immediately halting when Adrian began to grind a firm hand over the tiger's cock.

"Ah-okay! Okay! I won't!"

"There's a good boy."

Adrian let up with the groping and the squeezing as Evan poured the drink, but he could not stop touching the tiger for a moment. He took the brief time to explore Evan's slim figure: running his hands over his flanks, caressing the back of his neck, chuckling as the tiger shivered and savouring every whimper Evan made whenever the lion's claws came out to tease.

Evan handed over the glass with shaky hands and a blush.

"Thank you, very much." He said as he did.

"The pleasure was mine."

Adrian retreated to the armchair and was about to sit down when Evan darted in front to pluck the blazer and the belt from the back of the chair.

"May I hang these up, please?"

"Please do."

As Evan walked over to the wardrobe to get a coat hanger and a sleeve for the suit jacket, Adrian took a moment to place a soft pillow in front of the armchair. It was at a distance where his boots rested just at the edge of the cushion. When the tiger turned, having completed his task, he immediately knew his place. Adrian took a sip of his glass, blinking as he did, and the tiger was in front of him. He was kneeling on the pillow with his back straight and hands on the edge of his knees.

Normally they waited until they'd both had a bit to drink , but If Evan was so eager to deliver this room service who was Adrian to keep him waiting?

From his pocket, Adrian produced a coin. Evan whispered what Adrian said to himself, holding back a smile as he did.

"Heads you go toe cap to laces..."

"...Tails I go sole heel."

The tiger watched, tail twitching and eyes sharp, as the coin was balanced on Adrian's finger. In an instant it flew upwards in the air, rotating and spinning as it did, but the moment it began its descent a hand snatched it from the air. There was a pause as Adrian slowly recoiled his arm and hand with the result trapped inside. It was brought down to Evan's eye level, fist up palm down.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Said Evan teasingly as he spied the wedding ring on the lion's finger.

That cracked Adrian up a little, he chortled to himself and shook his head with a tut.

"I'm the lucky one in our marriage."

The lion rotated his wrist and opened his palm to show the coin. Heads.

"I suppose you're lucky too." Adrian added. "Hands."

Evan smiled as he placed his hands behind his head, resting them on the back of his neck. As he brought his head down to bow, Adrian placed his right boot next to the tiger's head and the other in a position where the heel was over the tiger's hands with the tip dug into his back. With force, but not so much that the tiger was knocked off balance, Adrian shoved the tiger's head down until his tongue was pressed to the sole of the boot and his nose was scrunched up against it. Then he stopped and recoiled his leg to cross it over his knee.

"Posture."

Evan dipped down even further, his mid-section getting closer to the ground and his ass raising in the air.

"Trousers."

It one swift motion, the tiger moved his hands to his waist, unbuckled his belt, hooked his thumbs under the waistband of both his trousers and underwear and began to lower them They snagged on his erection just how Adrian liked, meaning they were lowered only to the bottom of his arse. His bare rump exposed to the air, he wiggled it for a moment and took delight in the sound of Adrian licking his lips and the lion's own belt unbuckling. Task complete, Evan's hands returned to their position on the back of his head.

"Begin."

On command, Evan began the assault of Adrian's boots with his tongue. It was methodical, slow, rehearsed, an artist with a paintbrush. The process was not about cleaning them, it was the result, but ultimately it was a ritual of respect. Both of them were charged enough to dive right into the main event, but both of them wanted the other to know that there was more to this than sex.

The tiger's laps went from the very tip of the sole up to the bump of stitching that ended the toe cap. If at any point he left a hint of spittle he would swirl his tongue to move it about creating an even shine across the cap. A few quick laps ensured that all of it was shining; he quickly moved back so that Adrian could check. There was a nod of approval from Adrian, and the tiger moved on.

Now Evan's tongue curled around the sides of Adrian's boot as far as he could reach. His head pivoted as he did this and when it bumped into the bottom of the armchair, Adrian would move his boot forwards so that Evan could reach all of it. He was careful not to touch the sole of the shoe with his tongue, knowing to save that for later.

When he had circled around the entire length, he came to the much wider parts of the boot and in turn his licks became wider as he flattened out his tongue. If he missed a spot, he'd kiss it, circling it with his lips and then using quick flicks of the tongue to ensure the task was finished. As he reached the top eyelets, he was careful to avoid the laces themselves, but absolute in ensuring that the metal there shined. Finally, at the collar of the boot, the licks petered off into kisses again and a quarter of his task was complete.

Pulling back, Evan took a deep breath and exhaled through his nose. How long had that been? He had lost himself in it, his breathing and his heartbeat synching to the pace of his licks. His arms, hands and fingers were numb from being still for so long, but his cock had not softened one bit.

He locked eyes with Adrian and asked:

"How was that Sir?"

"Perfect, as always, my boy."

Evan could not help but smile at that.

"How long was I at it for?"

"Around ten minutes."

The smile dropped into shock and worry.

"Shit! What am I going to tell my boss?"

"Nothing, if he asks and takes issue, you can quit after tonight. Now, would you like to do the sole, or the other boot?"

Evan thought about it as he took a moment to breathe and relax, then answered.

"The other, please."

"As you wish."

Adrian's boots swapped places, Evan moved his head over slightly and the ritual repeated itself. Like a pendant this cycle was no different from the last until the very end. It was the lion who ended this time by pulling his boot back to the armchair. Then he took Evan by the chin to tilt his head up.

"Let's wet that tongue."

Evan barely had time to process the sentence before the bottle was pressed to his lips. He remained in that submissive position (hands behind his head and his back perfectly straight) despite the shiver washing over his body like the drink pouring down his throat. Adrian's hand rested on the back of Evan's hair, gripping it to guide the tiger as he drank, but allowing him to keep it an angle where he could nurse the bottle. Evan tapped the lion on the knee when he needed air; Adrian tilted the bottle up straight again.

Evan rose up and rested his upper half in Adrian's lap. One of Adrian's fingers traced the back of the smaller feline's hairline, whilst the rest and the thumb fussed his cropped hair. The other hand rubbed along Evan's back with a firmness to relieve the tension and stress that he'd built up.

"A wonderful job, Evan."

"Thank you, Sir." There was a floatyness to his voice, but Adrian could recognize that the tiger was pleased with himself. "Do I have enough time to worship your soles?"

"You have all night. But you don't have to if you don't want-"

Not wanting to wait a minute more, Evan pulled out of Adrian's embrace. It only took a second for him to lift the boot up to his mouth. Swiftly, his tongue circled the outsole of both as he made direct eye contact with his dominant.

'This is what I want.' Those determined eyes said. So Adrian let him, not that he was going to complain about getting any kind of service.

The sole was much rougher than the black leather of the toe cap. Somehow they were dirtier, even though they were only ever worn in the dungeon. It dried out his tongue much faster and made his gut churn a little, but he soldiered on through it all. Every lug was bathed thoroughly before he moved onto the midsole. That was the worst part; some areas of the midsole he had no choice to press his nose into the rubber. It was a relief to finally move onto the heel.

By the time Evan dropped Adrian's boots, his tongue was sore; his breathing was ragged and his jaw ached from being open for so long. All that bother went away when eh found himself staring right at the lion's thick erection. At some point, Adrian had brought it out and had begun to slowly stroke himself. A bead of pre cum rolled down the shaft; it took all of Evan's willpower to not lick it up without permission.

"Sorry, Evan..." Adrian spoke as he rolled the foreskin down the shining head of his uncut shaft, revealing a treasure trove of more pre cum. "... I couldn't help myself when I started thinking about that tongue on my dick."

Evan still hadn't looked away from the lion's prick. He hadn't even processed Adrian's sentence yet.

"Can I suck it?"

"You can if you find your manners."

"Please, Sir?"

"Go on then. Don't forget to use your hands."

A part of Evan wanted to dive on Adrian's cock and swallow it all in one go, race his way to the lion's orgasm and his reward, but the rest of him knew better. With his left hand he reached up to jerk the lion off whilst his other rested on Adrian's thigh. He pressed his lips to the balls and inhaled, delighting in the deep drag of musk that he received. The soft purrs from Adrian were just as wonderful, the moans even more so.

He used his tongue to pull one into his mouth. There in the soft, wet, and warm confines he rolled it side to side. A few seconds of gentle sucking before the other was given an identical treatment. To finish, Evan planted a kiss at the base of the shaft and went straight to splaying his rough tongue along Adrian's length.

The underside was bathed in licks and saliva, each one collected a runner of pre that had dribbled down. Evan swallowed every single time he caught one just to taste that hint of saltiness he'd come to love.

Quickly rising and falling back down on the lion's cock, he wrapped the tip in his mouth and slathered it in warmth. As he hungrily sucked away, he began to roll his hand up and down faster. That allowed him to get at the sensitive glans. In response, Adrian let out a roar of pleasure and grabbed at Evan's hair; it took all of his restraint to not slam his hips up into the tiger's mouth and cram his cock into his throat. His grip loosened after a few seconds, but kept his hand there.

With a gurgle, Evan pulled off and met Adrian's eyes. Neither of them said anything, but there was a brief pause as the tiger wiped his mouth. A moment later he was right back to it, kissing the sides of the dick in front of him whilst working the head with his fingers. His index kept Adrian's foreskin from rolling back up whilst his thumbs rolled around, smearing precum and stimulating the sensitive flesh.

Now the lion's mouth hung open as he let out a moan so long and sustained it sounded more like a wail. His foot began to bounce and his cock throbbed once, letting Evan know that if he kept this up he'd have the lion cumming in no time.

"Already, Sir?"

"You have no idea how much I've been thinking about your mouth. Swallow me."

The hints of a brat in Evan's eyes dropped as he pulled back for a moment to readjust. He took a deep breath, wrapped both hands around the thick base and brought it down to his lips for him to slowly slide forwards. The head easily popped past his lips now that his muzzle was stretched wide.

Inch after inch disappeared, somewhere around six inches he began to gag and splutter around it, but all he needed was a brief pause before he was able to swallow the seventh. That brought him to his hands. They moved away and Evan forced his head down further, choking on it as all nine inches became tucked away in his tight, silky throat. He didn't need Adrian's hands to keep himself there, Evan twisted and used his pinned tongue to lap at the lion's length until he began to run out of oxygen and had no choice but to pull off.

"Incredible."

Evan was only just getting started.

The time for showing off had come and gone. Spurred on by the compliments, Evan was eager to receive his just rewards, the lion's load. After bringing the majority of Adrian's length into his mouth once again and wrapping his hands around the rest he began the cycle.

First, he'd bob his head up and down going further and further until he reached his hands, then pull back twisting as he did. He'd stop just before Adrian's cock came free of his mouth and treat the head to a few slow, strong licks. Then he was right back to cramming as much of it into his throat is possible, only faster this time.

Sometimes his hands would slide down to play with Adrian's fat balls, or stroke his hips and thighs, but mostly the only change was the pace. It grew faster with each lap. Either Evan was too focused to hear Adrian's growing moans and groans or they encouraged him further as he showed no signs of relenting. His cock craze drove him to form a tight seal with his lips and a looser, but firm, grip with his hands as Adrian's cock began to pulse, his hips involuntarily bucking.

Just as the first cum shot slung itself through Evan's mouth and down his throat, the tiger pulled himself to the very tip of Adrian's cock and held the shaking member there. With each throb another fat load of cum splashed onto the roof his mouth or the sides. Craving the earthy, salty taste of his Sir's cum, Evan kept it in his mouth for as long as possible; even as he began to lose his breath and a small river dribbled from the sides of his lips. After three more he had no choice but to pull off and swallow, leaving the rest of it to dribble down Adrian's shaft. Evan shivered in delight as he swallowed every last drop, licking his lips for more and diving down to quickly clean off the lion's prick.

When he was sure he'd caught it all, he pulled off and stood up with a smile.

"That was pretty incredible, Evan." The lion said with a sigh of exhaustion.

He lifted himself from the armchair ever so slightly to stuff his junk back into his underwear. Evan also took the time to pull up his trousers and redress himself.

"It was my pleasure, Sir!"

Whether he was blushing because Adrian was staring directly at the tiger's rump again or because it was from the compliment was unclear, but nevertheless he was certainly a little happier than he was when he had delivered the champagne.

"I should, uh... Really get back to work though, Sir."

Evan took a slight bow but waited to be dismissed.

"Of course, take care now, kitten."

Awkwardly concealing his erection which showed no signs of softening anytime soon, Evan hurriedly shuffled out of the room. When the door closed behind Evan, Adrian reached over for the phone again.

"This is the front desk; how may I help you?" It was a different voice from earlier now.

"Good evening, I'd like to order Room Service for tomorrow morning..."