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"Babe, I'm bored. Can't you put the papers down for, like, five seconds?" Karson whined as he collapsed on the bed beside his mate. "Besides, we had a rule: No marking papers in bed, remember?"

"I know, I know," the red fox answered. "Just let me finish up this one and then I'll be done, all right? Then we can watch a movie or something."

"It wasn't exactly a movie I was in the mood for, Quinton," Karson said as he scooted up to his partner, placing a palm on his bare chest. He leaned up and gave the corner of his ear a little nibble.

"Babe, stop that," Karson chuckled as he playfully swatted at him.

Karson was a rabbit, a black and white English lop to be more precise, an animal many said would never be able to make a relationship with a fox like Quinton work but, two years into them dating and just having moved in together, he could confidently tell all those doubters to go fuck themselves. He loved the man more than anything, even just lying around in their underwear was enough to make him happy. Okay, maybe there was one thing that would make him happier if the growing tent in his boxers was anything to go by.

"I never should have fallen in love with a teacher. It's always work, work, work, with you," Karson joked as he nuzzled the slightly larger man.

"But the regular vacations are pretty awesome, though."

Karson thought for a moment. "Okay, maybe dating a teacher isn't so bad."

The room was filled with the sound of scratch scratch scratch on paper as Quinton did his best to finish up the work he promised, trying his hardest to not get too distracted by the twitchy nose nuzzled into his neck.

"Aaaaaand done," he finally said, after what felt like an eternity, and neatly placed his work on the bedside table.

"Finally! I thought I was gonna die of blue balls over here."

Quinton chuckled. "Come here, you cheeky bunny."

Karson rolled over onto his belly and gave his tail a little wiggle. "No, you come here, you sexy fox."

Quinton gave him a toothy grin that made Karson shudder. Damn, if he didn't love those teeth, especially the rare times they scraped against his skin. Karson tried to mentally shake himself of the image as best he could. Quinton always felt terrible in those moments where his instincts got a little too out of control and his teeth or claws game out. The one time he grazed his claws hard enough against Karson's side to make him bleed, even though it was only a little, Quinton had completely freaked out and hadn't dared touch his mate for a good two weeks after. If only Karson had the courage to tell him just how much of a thrill it'd given him.

He enjoyed sex with Quinton, there was no doubt in that, but that clawing incident had been the most aroused he'd ever felt with the fox. Maybe it was specifically because Quinton was a fox that it was so arousing? Karson had only every been with other prey animals, with Quinton being his first predator, and ever since that night nearly a year ago he'd had dreams, more like fantasies really, about running naked in the woods, a feral Quinton chasing him. And when he did catch him, it was all teeth, claws, and unlubed thrusting.

Now hovering over him, Quinton placed gentle kisses across Karson's shoulder blades, the rabbit enjoying it, definitely, but also wanting more. But he could never tell him with how upset hurting him had made him before. But maybe he'd agree if he knew how willing Karson would be? No, that was out of the question. What if he thought he was a freak and dumped him? He loved his fox far too much to let a stupid kink get in the way of it all. No, he just had to push those thoughts out of his head and enjoy the moment.

"Is something wrong, bun-bun?" Quinton asked, using the nickname for his mate whenever he thought Karson was upset.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Karson asked, looking over his shoulder at the fox above him.

"It's just that you were feeling pretty tense for a moment there. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? Remember, communication is key to-"

"A healthy sexual relationship, I know," Karson said with a roll of his eyes. "You don't need to remind me that one of the subjects you teach is sex ed."

Quinton's ears dropped worse than Karson's. "I'm sorry, Bun-Bun, I just don't want to upset you."

And now Karson felt bad. With a weak smile he said, "It's okay, babe, I'm fine."

"You sure? Because I don't want to hurt you or anything."

Karson had to stop himself from saying he wanted to be hurt and instead rolled over onto his back so that he was eye to eye with the other man. He placed a hand on Quinton's slender waist and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Come here and kiss me, you silly fox."

With a smile, Quinton did just that. Karson wrapped his hands around his waist and pulled him down flush against him. Their kisses started off tame but quickly grew for heated, a mix of teeth and tongues clashing together as the two men's attraction for each other grew to its peak.

Karson bucked his hips upwards, earning him a moan of appreciation from the fox on top of him. Quinton pulled away and looked down at Karson with a heat in his eyes before latching his teeth onto his lover's neck. When Quinton really got into it, he would always nibble at Karson's neck, the feeling of teeth against skin the most sensual feeling in the world to the rabbit.

"Oh, God, Quin," Karson moaned as one hand moved to grip onto the fur by his shoulder blades while the other clutched the back of his head, pushing his snout against him, ever so gently asking for more. Quinton gave him a nip a little harder than usual and the rabbit yelped. At this, Quinto immediately let go and shot up, eyes previously full of lust now holding nothing but concern.

"Are you all right? Oh, fuck, I did it again, didn't I? You're not bleeding, are you?" Quinton tried to move to examine Karson's neck but the rabbit was having none of it.

Instead, he gripped the fur on the back of his head, spun his snout to face him and said, with as much determination as his floppy eared self could give, said, "I swear, if you stop then I WILL be making you sleep on the couch tonight."

Quinton's brows knitted together in confusion. "But didn't I hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just surprised, that's all," he lied through his teeth, trying this best to hide that he enjoyed the pain.

"If you say so," Quinton said, still not looking quite convinced but choosing to go along with Karson anyway.

He bent down and began peppering kisses on Karson's chest, taking care to be extra gentle so as not to make a repeat of the previous incident. This annoyed Karson immensely. How could it not? He'd become all worked up from the bite and now Quinton wanted to pull things back? He was stuck in a mental quandary. Tell his boyfriend he was kinky as fuck and get either dumped or have him go along with it. Okay, getting dumped was going a bit far. He'd probably get strange looks and the silent treatment a little while at best. The second option was definitely a no. Have his super sensitive and always caring about him boyfriend agree to hurt him on purpose? Yeah, right.

"And now you have this faraway look in your eye and aren't even the slightest bit hard anymore."

Karson snapped out of his stupor to find Quinton's hand cupping his dick through his boxers and said dick was, in fact, very flaccid. "Sorry," Karson laughed nervously. "Just got my mind on something else."

"Okay, yeah, not the words you want your boyfriend to say while you're feeling him up. Seriously, Bun-Bun, what's going on with you?"

Karson bit his lip. He really didn't want to say but then Quinton's previous words about communication flashed through his mind and he let out a heavy sigh. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Okay, now I'm getting scared."

"Promise, Quinton." He shot him a stern look.

"All right, I promise."

Karson placed a hand on each side of Quinton's face, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, and wearing a gentle smile he said, "I want you to hurt me."

"...what?"

Karson laughed nervously. "Okay, yeah, I should probably elaborate, huh?"

"That would be a good idea," Quinton said, looking very confused.

"It's just, well," he looked to the side, unable to face Quinton with what he said next, "I'm a masochist. I think I am anyway."

"What do you mean you think you're masochist?"

"It means I have fantasies about you hurting me. That's what it means."

Quinton pulled himself off of Karson to sat down on the spot next to him. Karson sat up, now scared, as Quinton just sat there slack jawed. What felt like an eternity passed before he finally said, "You actually want me to hurt you?"

"Listen, I know it's fucked up but ever since you scratched me that one time it's just been going through my head that, urgh, I'm sorry, okay? Just forgot I said anything and we can go back to making out, okay?" Karson said, trying to push it all back into that little box that never should have been opened.

Quinton bit his lower lip with those sharp teeth of his that made a shiver run up Karson's spine. He did his best not to think how much he wanted those fangs on his lip instead. "Could you explain a little further about these, uh, fantasies of yours?" Quinton said and Karson cringed.

"Do I have to?"

Quinton sighed. "No, not if you really don't want to. If it really makes you uncomfortable then we can drop it."

Karson perked up at that. Quinton was handing him a get out of jail free card on a silver plate! Yes! But when he looked at the disappointment written all over his mate's face, he knew he couldn't back out like the coward he was. So, with a sigh, he said, "They started happening after you scratched me. I'd have these dreams where I'm naked and defenceless, running through the woods, being chased by this predator. He'd jumped out of the trees to tackle me and I'd see it's you. You'd then start to claw and bite at me and, uh, have your way with me."

"You mean-"

"Yes, you'd fuck me raw while clawing my back bloody and practically ripping my ears off my head with those super sexy sharp teeth of yours."

Quinton just sat there blinking and Karson wondered if he'd maybe gone too far. Then, with an awkward laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck, Quinton said, "Never heard of my teeth described that way before. Sexy? Really?"

If his ears could go any lower they would. "I know, it's weird. Guys should not get turned on by stuff like that. Pretty fucked up, huh?" Karson said with a pained laugh as he looked down, too ashamed to look Quinton in the eye.

"I don't think so."

Karson's head shot back up. "What?"

Quinton gave him a shrug and a smile as he said, "A little strange, maybe, but what's wrong with strange? Not gonna lie, I'm actually really proud of you right now."

"You're proud I want you to rip me to shreds?" Okay, now he was just confused.

"Okay, not about that specifically but more that you told me. I'm sure it must have been really hard you for."

"Holy shit, you have no idea," Karson sighed with relief. "So, you're really not upset?"

Quinton leaned in and gave his nose a little kiss. "Not at all. In fact, if you'd like," he shot him a wink, "we can explore some of those fantasies of yours."

"Wait, are you serious?" He could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat.

"I would like to start a little tamer than scratching your back bloody if that's okay. But being a little rougher shouldn't be too bad."

Karson had never leapt on a man so quick before in his life. Their lips slammed together in a kiss more passionate than he could ever remember them having. Karson moaned as their tongues swirled together and he felt Quinton wrap his arms around him. His moaning turned to a muffled yelp of surprise as he was flipped over onto his pack, a strong pair of hands pining him down by the shoulders. Quinton pulled away and looked down at him with a glint of mischief in his eye. "How about you flip over and show me that cute bunny butt of yours?" he said with a wink. Karson didn't need to be told twice, practically squeeing as he rolled over to lie on his belly.

Quinto placed a hand on the small of Karson's back, speaking as he slowly slid it upwards. "I'll admit, this is all new territory for me and I'm pretty nervous. My whole life I'd been told to be careful with my claws. But now?" He pressed said claws between Karson's shoulder blades and drew his hand down, not hard enough to leave marks but enough to feel it. Karson moaned at this and Quinton chuckled. "Now I've got a super sexy boyfriend begging me for my claws and fangs."

He lifted his hand to place it back between his shoulder blades and dragged it down again, pushing down a little harder, just enough to break the skin but not to draw blood. "I have the best boyfriend ever," Karson groaned.

He felt his boxers lowered and the press of something warm and familiar between his cheeks. Quinton nibbled the edges of Karson's ears as he began to slide himself against his crack, the rabbit quickly becoming a mess of anticipation. Was he going to bite his ears? And just how hard would he fuck him? Quinton was normally so gentle and the idea of him just going nuts was enough to make Karson leak pre.

"Oh, fuck, babe, stop torturing me and fuck me already," Karson said through gritted teeth.

"Oh? But I've barely done anything," Quinton said with a chuckle. "You're being much needier than usual. I wonder why that is?"

He sank his teeth into one of Karson's ears as he raked his nails down his back, drawing blood at last. "Oh, God!" Karson gasped, his body shaking with ecstacy. "Holy shit, do that again, please!"

He hadn't expected to fall apart so quickly but who cared about dignity when a good dicking was on the table? Speaking of dick, the tip of Quinton's was pressed right against his entrance. Realising he was asking for permission before going balls deep, Karson nodded his head in enthusiastic consent. He grit his teeth as his boyfriend pushed forward, absolutely loving the burn of him going in dry.

"Yeah, babe, just like, unf, that!"

Quinton stopped halfway, but only for a moment, before pulling back out. Just the tip was left and Karson expected for him to ease himself back in. Boy, was he surprised when, with a sharp snap of his hips, Quinton was in straight up to the base. Karson simply lay there, eyes wide and mouth agape, as his entire body shook with pleasure.

Quinton let go of his ear, giving it a gentle lick before he asked, "You doing good? I'm not going too rough, am I?"

"Shut up and bite my ear," was all Karson was able to say in a shuddering breath.

With a laugh, Quinton did just that. Only, this time, he took booth ears between his teeth and clamped down hard enough to pierce his fragile velvety skin. Quinton began to thrust with earnest, ears still in his mouth, pulling as he moved along, and the thought crossed across Karson's mind that maybe getting his ears ripped to shreds wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

"Oh, fuck, yes, babe. Fuck me up. Fuck me up good," he yelled as Quinton continued to pump into him with abandon, his own grunts of pleasure sounding like music to Karson's abused ears.

"Damnit, I'm almost-"

"Yeah, babe, come in me. Come in me while destroying my arse and my ears!"

As Quinton came, he pulled on Karson's ears so hard that the rabbit's neck was pulled back at a painful angle, an ache that had him coming all over the sheets beneath him. Quinton let go of his ears and Karson's face planted into the pillow beneath him.

"Y-you okay, Kar?" Quinton sounding more out of breath than Karson had heard him in a long time.

Karon's lifted a shaky thumbs up as he mumbled into his pillow, "That was just...wow."

Quinton pulled out of Karson, both men groaning in appreciation, before he flopped down beside him and pulled him into a hug. With his arms gently wrapped around him, doing his best not to press down too hard on his back injuries, he said, "We're going to need to disinfect those wounds."

"Later. Sleep now," Karson mumbled as he buried his face into Quinton's chest.

"Karson, I am not letting you get some nasty infection over a kink. We can cuddle a bit but then I'm taking you straight to the medicine cabinet."

Karson was silent for a moment before letting out a quiet, "Thank you."

"Hm? What was that."

"I said thank you. I know you didn't have to indulge in my weird fetishes."

"To be honest..." Quinton's cheeks turned a lighter shade of red as he added, "I actually enjoyed it. A lot."

"For real?" Karson looked up at his mate with big brown eyes full of hope.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind being a little rougher from now around."

Karson planted a big wet kiss on Quinton's cheek, thanking him profusely as he did so. Quinton didn't know it at the time but he'd created a masochistic monster. Then again, letting out his sadistic side might not be so bad, after all.