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The afterglow of a victory never got old: Ace didn't think there was any rush in the world that could compare to that of sneaking a game-winning shot in the bottom right corner of the net with mere seconds left on the clock, and the adoration of the fans created such an endorphin rush that the aftermath was surreal.

Sitting on the bench in his gear didn't keep him grounded. If anything, Ace felt like he was light as a feather, floating in place and riding the positive vibes that came along with such a monumental achievement.

"How many times has it been, now?"

While the rest of the players couldn't wait to get out of their gear, into their cars and then, into the groupies that were waiting for them at the local bars around the stadium, Ace preferred the quiet of the locker room, after the seats cleared out and the other players were gone.

He hadn't even finished stripping away all of his gear yet.

"How many dozens of game-winning goals have I scored in this building?" he spoke again, thoroughly enjoying the sound of his own voice and noticing the subtle echo in the air around him. "And how many people have tried to get a piece of me on my way back into the tunnel, after I got to finish my victory lap?"

He hardly needed his ego to be stroked any longer, but he was happy to keep stroking it on his own, all the same: like so many of the best players in a sport, he was cocky...sometimes to a fault, but part of staying on top of the game was believing that he was the best option out there, no matter how many new players and competitors tried to come for his title.

Whenever he spoke to the press, he echoed that same sentiment, and his teammates were quick to have his back...but that didn't mean that they were incapable of getting under his nerves.

The silence that followed his words was broken up by a distant tunk tunk against the thick, metal door on the other side of the locker room: most players would have taken the care to dress up a little bit before walking over, but Ace had a feeling he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of it, and his confidence came true as he unlocked the knob and saw a familiar snow leopard standing before him.

"...Forgot your wallet again, didn't you, Tanner?"

Looking bashful at being called out, the feline could do little but nod and take a half step into the locker room; Ace wasn't making it easy for him to cross the threshold. "Kinda awkward when everyone is trading rounds at the bar and then you can't pay when it's your turn," he confessed. "Good thing the bartenders know that I'm good for the money."

"Good thing someone was waiting around here to let you back in, you mean," Ace corrected him. "You would have been waiting until Monday to get back into your locker, otherwise."

"If you'd come with in the first place, I bet I wouldn't have forgotten my wallet to begin with."

"Maybe not," Ace agreed. "But we'd better get you back there."

**

What was incredible wasn't the fact that Ace and Tanner could shut down a bar, or that they could have so many drinks in the process and only be tipsy from the sheer volume of booze.

It was the fact that, by the time Ace had gotten showered up and dressed, Tanner had completely forgotten to grab his wallet a second time , forcing them to take a trip back to the stadium.

"Still say it's your fault," Tanner protested, as he followed Ace back to the locker rooms. "Dunno how, but this is definitely your fault."

"Tall talk coming from a guy who just had all of his drinks paid for," Ace countered. "Doubly so because you aren't getting your wallet back if you keep up that kinda bullshit."

"You're really gonna try and keep it from me?"

Ace snickered as he fumbled around in his pocket for the key to the locker room. "Until I know that you're good to pay back what you owe, I just might...not like this is the first time I've had to let you in here to get something."

Tanner didn't want to admit that the husky had a strong case: they didn't often keep tabs about how much one or the other spent at the bar, but as often as the feline forgot his wallet, he was sure that Ace was far out in front for how many drinks he was owed.

Knowing Ace as well as he did, however, Tanner didn't think the husky was after drinks or money, and the intensity in a deep, blue stare was every bit as worrisome as it was enticing to meet with.

"I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you this would be the last time," Tanner claimed, as he stepped through the open door and hurried to his locker.

"Would you believe that, even though you're the one who said it?"

"Touche..."

"Just keeping it real," Ace joked. "If that thing was taped to your forehead, you'd probably still find a way to forget it somewhere."

"And I can't tell you how much I appreciate you not taping it to my forehead; I already feel stupid for forgetting the damn thing so often. I'd rather not look stupid, too."

"Can't look much dumber than you do right now," Ace murmured. "All dressed up like you're getting ready for a night on the town while you're digging around in a musky, humid locker room..."

Tanner rolled his eyes. "Not gonna let that ruin my evening, dude. I dunno about you, but I had a good time, I pulled a few phone numbers, and I'm looking forward to settling up with you so I can get on with calling some of those people back..."

"After having people buy your drinks for you all night, you really think those people are gonna pick up? Pretty sure they noticed," Ace pointed out. "Probably doesn't look so great for your prospects of getting laid..."

"Like any of them would turn their nose up at the chance to get fucked by a professional hockey player," Tanner countered, feeling his own little streak of arrogance as he pulled his wallet from his locker. "Besides, if they're shallow enough to care about how much money is in my pocket, they won't care about a few cheap drinks at the bar: they'll probably care a lot more about how nice my place is..."

"Real shame you won't be heading back to that nice place until you pay me back," Ace demanded. "I've been letting you skid by on thin ice for way too long, dude."

"...You know I don't have any cash on me, right?"

"And you and I both know I wasn't talking about cash."

Tanner wasn't the type to turn down a guaranteed lay, and he'd been around Ace long enough to know exactly what the husky was getting at, but he'd been in the mood to take home one of the ladies he'd met at the bar that night, or even one of the smaller, slimmer men that had taken their shot with him.

Being on the receiving end of a husky wasn't anywhere in his plans, but then, going back twice for the feline to get his wallet wasn't anywhere in Ace's plans for the evening, either.

"You can't be serious."

"You're the one who wasted half my night with coming back here and letting you in, and it's not like this is the first time you've done this," Ace reminded him. "Far as I'm concerned, if you'd just bend over that bench and lift your tail, we'll be square...and I can make damn sure that you never forget that wallet again."

A quicker and slimmer skater, Tanner could outrun Ace if they were still on the ice, but in the locker room, it felt like he'd be delaying the inevitable if he put up a fight.

For his own sense of pride, he didn't want to seem like such a willing vector, but he hadn't been able to hide the glances that he snuck at Ace's naked body during previous celebrations, and showering in the space next to him so many times, it was impossible to keep his eyes to himself.

He'd quietly hoped that Ace hadn't noticed at all, but now, the tables were turned: he could feel the husky's eyes roaming over his svelte figure and settling on the bulge in his tight, black slacks, checking if the snow leopard was already stricken with the same level of arousal.

"Even if I was the kind of slut that could be bought, I don't think you've covered nearly enough of my drinks for that," Tanner claimed, hoping that he might be able to persuade Ace to take him to an ATM.

They both knew it was a matter of the feline's resistance crumbling, little by little, but when the first of the cracks were already starting to appear, Ace made it clear that he didn't have the patience to wait for the dam to crumble.

Just like the defensive line on the ice, he was going to plow right through whatever was left of Tanner's resilience; if he wouldn't lean to the bench willingly, the husky had plenty of methods to place him there...it would only be a matter of picking which position he wanted to see Tanner take.

"I dunno what kind of prostitutes you've been dipping into after the games, but if you don't think I've covered enough of them, you're either drinking off the bottom shelf or getting whores from the top," Ace explained. "And in any case...you still don't seem to understand that I'm not after your cash."

"Trust me, I...I had picked up on that already, dude."

"Good. Bend your ass over the fucking bench, then."

His eyes remained on Tanner's crotch throughout that whole statement, watching and waiting to see if there was any visible twitch from the feline's length.

He'd seen it naked enough times to know that Tanner was no slouch between the legs, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to boost the snow leopard's ego, especially when he knew that Tanner could have topped someone else, in his own right.

He wanted to appeal to the more submissive nature that he'd seen in his teammate when they'd been out drinking, and the stronger personalities pushed him into a smaller, softer version of himself.

"If I do this, we...w-we're square, right?" Tanner asked, giving the first inclination that he was more into the idea than he'd been letting on. "You're not gonna hound me to do this again afterwards?"

"We'll be square, but I don't make any promises about that second bit," Ace replied. "Kinda depends on how much fun you are to play with...but something tells me that you're not gonna disappoint."

Tanner didn't know anything about his own reputation, but he knew plenty about the husky: Ace was living up to everything that Tanner knew about him so far, and though he'd only seen it soft, the feline had every reason to be concerned about taking the entirety of his teammate's length, if it came to that.

His expectation was that Ace was just after a quickie, but for seeming so predictable, the husky was full of surprises.

"Fine...but only because I probably have a four figure tab with your name on it," Tanner deflected the real reasons and tried to look more disappointed than he really was. "You mind holding this for me so I don't lose it again while you're plowing into me?"

Ace snatched the wallet back away...and immediately dropped it into the gap in his waistband, letting the smooth, warm leather settle in against the side of his sack.

"Pretty sure it's not gonna get lost down there, but if you're worried, I can always come up with another place for it."

A blank stare and a slightly gaped jaw revealed just how underprepared Tanner was for the kinky nature of his teammate, but he'd made his agreement, and thought he'd made his peace with that fact.

Every step of the way, he was going to have to adjust those expectations; he could only hope that he'd be happy with the same when all was said and done.

"...That's...y-yeah. Don't think it's getting lost in there," Tanner agreed. "But what are you gonna do when you have to take those off?"

"You let me worry about that," Ace murmured. "More importantly, why aren't you bent over the bench yet?"

"Because you haven't made me bend over the bench yet."

Tanner wasn't going to make things any easier for Ace along the way, but trying to carry his bold nature from the ice to the locker room didn't play out in his favor.

He scarcely had a chance to cap off his arrogance with a tiny grin before Ace closed the gap between them and grabbed the feline by the neck: there was hardly a struggle after that, as the bulky husky tossed his teammate from the hip and slammed him down on his stomach, flat across the bench.

" Straddle it."

Still collecting the air into his lungs again, Tanner tried to ignore the dull, pervasive agony that ran through him as his paws clung to the underside.

He thought, even for a moment, about pushing himself up from the bench, but the husky was already approaching him from behind, and that amount of force was only a sample of what the canine could provide when his mood went south.

"O-okay..." Tanner's voice trailed off, as his left leg kicked over the bench and his right paw went flat against the cold, unforgiving floor. "No need to be s-so fucking rough me with, y'know..."

"Just making sure that the lesson sticks, is all," Ace gave a brief and forced explanation, accenting his point with a firm, brutal swat against the lifted seat of the feline's ass.

The SMACK carried across the empty locker room with such intensity that Ace could hear the echo bouncing back to him, but much to his delight, it confirmed that no one else had snuck into the lockers after hours: he could be as loud as he wanted, and as rare as the opportunity was, he was grinning that much wider about his good fortune.

He wouldn't hold back on Tanner in the least; whether the snow leopard decided to admit that he would enjoy that fact or pretend to be an unwilling fuck, Ace was going to enjoy himself a little bit more with every step of the process.

"I suppose that w-was part of the lesson, too?" Tanner managed to keep from crying out, but the quivering in his lips carried over to his voice, making it clear how rattled he was by the strength in that spank. "If only my wallet was in my back pocket, that might n-not have hurt so fucking much..."

"Real shame you went and lost it again, isn't it?"

The wallet was close enough that Tanner could have reached back and grabbed it, if he was feeling defiant enough...but lashing out like that wasn't going to make things any easier on him, and he knew it.

Seeing the piercing gaze of icy blue, sneaking out from just below burning locks of red, Tanner didn't want to admit that he could completely understand why so many people had fallen into the same trap that he just had, but Ace was a handsome canine...moreover, he knew that fact, and he knew how to put the combination of his arrogance and his looks to good use.

Resisting was becoming a less and less appealing option when he felt the weight of Ace's covered bulge against his backside; clothes would only be in the way, from there.

"You're the one about to lose it, you know," Tanner joked, knowing that he was only putting extra nails in an already sealed coffin. "Once those pants come down...you're gonna forget all about it. I can already hear you unzipping them..."

Ace, for all of his brutality and intensity, wasn't the type to get so far into the heat of the moment without a plan. On the ice, his skills with a stuck and a puck went beyond the sheer speed and accuracy with which moved, and in the bedroom, there was more to the act than simply stripping someone down to their birthday suit and pummeling into them.

Pulling the wallet back out of his boxers before he finished shrugging his pants down, Ace held it up to his own nose, drawing a cocked brow from Tanner.

"I've been hoping for this kind of evening with you for a long time; it's already played out in the back of my mind so many times before that it almost feels like watching a rerun of my favorite show...yet, I'm seeing it for the first time," Ace tried his best to explain the abstract concept. "The nice thing about this show is that I'm the one holding the camera...setting up the shots... and directing them."

Tanner gulped as Ace took in his own scent a little bit longer. The feline thinned his lips and turned his muzzle away from the action, but he didn't have the fortune or freedom to move before Ace was standing at the edge of his muzzle, pressing his partially covered bulge into the end of Tanner's nose.

"Get nice and familiar with that scent, you little slut...you're gonna be breathing it in for a long time."

Getting his throat fucked wasn't in his evening plans as much as anything else he'd already endured, but Tanner was slightly off course: his maw was pried apart by a pair of digits, but it wasn't the throbbing flesh of Ace's member that ended up filling the gap.

It was the musky, scented wallet itself, pressing in as a makeshift gag...and over the end of the whole thing, Ace's jockstrap made a perfect belt system, making sure that the snow leopard wouldn't go spitting anything out until they were good and done.

"Hopefully you won't fucking lose that wallet while I'm busy taking the rest of my payment...but if anyone could find a way to lose it again, even when it's literally stuffed in your mouth, well... you would be the one, Tanner."

It was a cheap shot, but Ace was free to take as many of them as he wanted. At worst, Tanner could grit his fangs against the leather of the wallet, but he didn't much feel like destroying his own property.

Overwhelmed by the scent, the presence and the domineering nature of the husky, Tanner was letting that submissive nature come back out like he'd fallen asleep: slowly, at first, and then, by the time he noticed he was drifting off, he was completely given over to the whims of the canine and his new, crouching position.

For all the teasing that went on, Tanner hadn't been penetrated yet...and he knew that was overdue to change.

"You know, this arrangement might be just the perfect thing for you," Ace teased, creating a little conversation while he eased his way out of his jeans. "Keeping your wallet in your mouth, you might not lose it...and having something set on your tongue like that should keep you from running your mouth and getting yourself into even more trouble."

A quite growl escaped the snow leopard, but that sound of frustration wasn't going to make things any worse for him: even Ace would have struggled to come up with another level of punishment for the submitted feline.

He was little more than a prize to be taken, at that point...or more fittingly, a trophy for the star player to claim.

"Good thing you keep some lube in your locker," Ace pointed out, making sure to take his time in digging it out of the feline's belongings. "You know, because this is something you really need to keep here...for all the times that you're not letting half the team fuck you in the ass."

The teasing was being piled on, but Tanner was helpless to do anything about that, or the fact that his jeans were being forcibly yanked away from the cut of his slender torso. He was exposed so unceremoniously that he couldn't help his arousal any longer, but with his own tummy leaning over the top of it, he couldn't manage a full erection.

That extra pressure forced his precum to spill back over his own navel and down the front of his nicer top as Ace carried on, entirely carless of the discomfort and mess that Tanner had to deal with.

Silently, the snow leopard was thrilled by that fact: he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Now, if I was a real bastard, I'd just go ahead and shove it in without any lube...not like I ever got any warning that you weren't gonna have your wallet on you when I had to pay for all of those drinks, right?" Ace spoke with such authority and sincerity that Tanner was preparing for the brutal pain of such a penetration, but just as the precum soaked tip of a canine member eased into his pucker, he felt a trickling of lube coming from above, aiding the head with sliding in on the next jab. "But that wouldn't feel all t-that great for me , either..."

Some part of Tanner genuinely believed that Ace would have forgone the lube if his own pleasure was a factor, but the feline couldn't get over himself.

He was enamored with Ace, to the point that even the threat of such a brutal, hardcore tactic was turning him on, and the puddle of precum around his midriff continued to grow as Ace gave another slow push, working the lubricant in with his cock, rather than a fingertip.

"Just gotta keep working it in, little bit by little bit...finding the b-best angle...the best depth...and then...y-you can finally attack like you fucking mean it," Ace relayed the act right back to the game that they were so familiar with, but as the goal scoring machine that he was, the husky was used to having a slightly different strategy than Tanner, who was used to skating around as quickly as he could to recover the puck. "Isn't a goalie in the league that's been able to handle me yet, kitty...y-you really think you're up to the task?"

Tanner wished he could speak around his mouthful, save for the mumbled groans that were starting to escape.

Even if he could, he only would have sung the praises of the husky for being so talented with his approach: from the moment he cornered the snow leopard to the triumphant moment of penetration, everything was done in such a way that Tanner's arousal was heightened with every step.

He didn't even care about the obvious stain that was forming against the hem of his shirt, or the fact that he couldn't reach back to do anything with his paws.

Just as he was about to try, he heard the quiet toonk of the lube being tossed to the floor, and his paws were captured in Ace's overwhelming grasp.

"Thinking about trying to squirm your way free already? It's only halfway in, you little bitch..."

There was no shortage of brutality to be had; the soreness in Tanner's rump was a firm reminder of that, but the impressive girth of the husky's cock wasn't adding to the pain, much to Tanner's unexpected delight.

If anything, there was a flood of pleasure building within him as the plentiful inches continued easing into his tight, gripping passage, until the muscles in his body couldn't help responding with a firm, internal clench.

The pleasure that Ace felt when those inner workings seized up around him was incredible, but the outward display of the same was something he couldn't abide.

"When did I tell you that you could b-block my view, you little slut?"

Tanner blinked, completely unaware that his tail had moved whatsoever...but he was very aware of it being moved out of the way when his wrists were given their freedom, in exchange for the fluffy slack of his long, bushy tail.

Just having it tugged was adding a new, blended element of bliss and brutality to the act, but Tanner knew better than to expect Ace to stop at something as delicate as a tug, even when that was entirely the wrong word to describe the sheer amount of force that he pulled on the appendage with.

Feels like he's gonna yank a few more inches out of me if he keeps that up, Tanner's mind continued to race. But I don't fucking care...I want him to tug it even harder! Fucking ruin me, Ace!

He was a little more grateful for the wallet in his mouth with every passing moment: he couldn't imagine Ace's ego fitting inside the stadium any longer if those words had actually come to fruition.

"No...t-this...this won't do at all, will it?" Ace asked; the pause that followed was no accident. "How can I possibly beat your sorry ass and mark you as my personal slut when my paws are busy holding this big, stupid tail out of the way?"

Tanner still didn't know for sure what was coming, but he was glad that he hadn't seen it coming: he would have tensed up that much more when the dulled fangs of the canine sunk into the soft, delicate flesh under the end of his fluffy tail.

That bite caused the rest of the slack to thrash about, his pain so evident in the reaction that his muffled groans and whimpers were entirely unnecessary...but Ace was content to listen to every measure of that lewd song, all while adding his own percussion with the heavy, full slap of his balls against the inside of Tanner's thighs.

"Mrnnf...rrnnn..."

The only relief to be had was the fact that Ace couldn't properly berate the snow leopard any longer, but the weight of his growling voice was enough to make Tanner's ears wilt toward his head and flatten, revealing even further submission by the feline and an appreciation for just how devastating the whole act had been.

When they were finally through, Tanner would be walking bowlegged and stumbling, his body aching in ways that he didn't know it could; just thinking about it pushed him to the edge of his climax, and feeling those deep, internal grips, Ace added pressure to match that intensity, pumping with renewed vigor and sinking his fangs even further into the makeshift lead that was Tanner's tail.

If he bites me any harder, it feels like he's gonna break the skin...fuck, there's the claws! He wasn't kidding!

Tanner dressed nicely enough: even his plain, white t-shirts were a higher end brand, but that perk of his paycheck was laid to waste as Ace leaned properly over the bench and gripped the feline by the shoulders.

That grip gave him just enough purchase to pump like a proper canine, hammering and pounding the snow leopard from behind with an unreal pace, but the continued, repeated stretching of his tailhole was a pure delight for someone like Tanner...the deep, stabbing rake of claws that trailed down his back, on the other hand, were only barely offset by the ecstasy that was flooding his body.

Like the bitter kiss of dark chocolate upon a decadent dessert, however, that final burst of pain brought a new dimension to the pleasure that he already felt, and a greater moan of appreciation _almost_managed to knock the wallet out of his mouth, even for a fleeting instant.

The scent-addled jockstrap kept everything around his muzzle in place, but it wasn't quite enough to contain the overt cries of orgasm that left the feline in the moments that followed.

"Mnnh...hmrmn...w-when the fuck did I say you could cum? Do you honestly think we're square yet?!"

It was the final shade of darkness left in Ace, as the canine felt his knot emerging from the base of his shaft: that was the perfect opportunity for him to take it a little easier and declare Tanner's debt to be paid, but his continued, merciless nature went the full and opposite route, forcing his hips to pound with the greatest intensity they could manage.

"Mnnf! Nnnn! Mnn-mnn!"

There was a visible shaking of the head from Tanner, who was trying to convince Ace to forego the act of knotting him...but he should have known that was a waste of energy.

With his own seed dripping over his torso and flooding over the sides of the bench, new trails of red began appearing on his hips and lower back as Ace dug in proper, raking his flesh and pummeling his once-tight asshole.

"You just added another f-fucking debt to your tab, you little shit...h-honestly, it's like you're doing this stuff to yourself on purpose!"

There was no glorious overture to come with Ace's climax: he wasn't the type to sing the praises of his lover at the peak of the act, no matter how incredible the sex actually was.

He let his body do the speaking, with thrusts that would redefine what the feline considered a hard fuck...and a thick, massive knot that ensured every single gush and drop of thick, virile cum stayed right where it was, flooding and sloshing around in a ruined passage.

"Good thing I'm a trained athlete, isn't it?" Ace commented, his hips still quivering as he leaned his weight upon Tanner, pinning him firmly to the bench and riding out the waves of his climax in close, intimate contact. "As soon as this thing deflates, you'll be able to pay back the rest of what you owe..."