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"Man, you still look tense," Blacksad observed how the weasel kept himself bunched up. "Hey, why don't you do what you asked me to do and take your shirt off?"

"I-I don't know if I should..." Weekly couldn't help but avoid eye contact with the feline.

Blacksad rolled his eyes as he chuckled. "Weekly, you workout without one on anyway. What's the problem?"

"It's different now!" Weekly asserted. "The gym isn't so intimate like this is."

"Do I have to help?" Blacksad used a finger to guide the smaller man's face to meet his, watching air be forced from his friend's nostrils.

Weekly squealed. "Maybe."

"Then relax and let me help." Waiting until the mustelid unclenched his body, Blacksad carefully slid the bomber jacket off and onto the bed, revealing a long-sleeved shirt that contoured around the photographer's newly-gained beef. Digging his fingers under the hem of the shirt got his partner giggling, even moreso when the fabric was pulled off to display the tight core of the smaller man.

Weekly felt a flurry of emotions coalesce inside of him, a lot of them being felt for the first time. He didn't stop the cat from removing his top, letting his brawny arms slide out from the sleeves. There'd been many times that he'd felt vulnerable in his job, but this was a first for him. "Heh, okay, I'm half-naked now."

"And?" Blacksad rested a hand on the weasel's muscly shoulder. "How does it feel?"

"Uh, terrifying." Having his upper half be unveiled in such a regard got Weekly's blood pumping, though the tenseness that he felt popped his muscles out more than he thought they could. "And exciting, I guess."

"What about this, then?" Catching the mustelid off-guard, Blacksad grabbed his friend along his trunk and lifted, placing the flustered photographer on his lap. "Does this feel good?"

Weekly felt more exposed than he'd ever have before in his life. There was nowhere for him to hide now. "Yeah..." He meekly affirmed.

"Good, I'm glad." Now that he had his partner in a much cozier position, Blacksad turned up the heat. He trailed his nose along the weasel's burgeoning trap, slowly dragging it up the other man's neck, eliciting a pleased whimper from his friend. Surprising even himself, it was more enjoyable than he thought it'd be for one peculiar reason. "Have you always smelled this good, or is this new?"

"Oh, uh, I've kinda always smelled like this." The praise got Weekly blushing again. "Have you never noticed it before?"

Blacksad hated being the one to tell the mustelid, but he felt like he was the only one that could. "Weekly, no one has because all we can smell is your pungent body odour."

That hit Weekly like a ton of bricks. "Right, okay," his expression dropped, now understanding why everyone had that much of an aversion to him. "So I've been shooting myself in the foot the entire time then."

"Oh, big time. But," Blacksad once again dug his nose into the photographer's fluffy fur, "you're more than making up for it now." With his partner acting like putty in his hands, he decided to be bolder, running his muzzle along the other man's face and coaxing out another squeal of joy. Then, with his heart nearly beating out of his chest, his lips found purchase on the weasel's, locking them together in a fervent display.

The housecat may have experience in lovemaking, but Weekly didn't. His heart felt like it was getting overloaded from the intense passionate embrace, but somehow he managed to keep himself together. He finally gathered enough courage to reciprocate, pushing back into the smooch with force of his own. It made him happy that he got to enjoy his first time with someone that he trusted.

Blacksad was content to continue with the embrace, but at some point he felt something poking him in the abs. It caused him to stop to get a good look at it. "Oh, I guess you find this more exciting than terrifying. If you want, I can help you with that."

If it was possible for Weekly's entire body to blush, this would be the time. "Uh, you don't have to, it's okay!"

"I've been in this position before, you know," Blacksad said, feeling his own cathood rise to the occasion. "I know what I'm doing."

Weekly was about to protest out of nervousness, but the way that the feline gently stroked his stiff endowment through the fabric of his pants left him wanting more. "Okay, I trust you."

That was all that Blacksad needed to hear. Deftly, he reached down to the fly of the other man's pants and unfastened it, opening the zipper as far as it would go. He could see the mustelid's pole quiver in those black boxers. With lust driving his actions, he pulled down the band of his partner's underwear, exposing the dripping cock to the open air. Heh, the little guy _really_wanted this!