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Staff members stared at us when we entered the love hotel's main lobby. A tall Tasmanian tiger and a lithe rabbit half his height, checking into our booked room for the night.

They looked at us like we were shameless criminals--or rather, I was the shameless criminal, in the process of committing yet another felony.

If Benji noticed the stares, he didn't mention it. He merely held my paw as we walked to the front counter and entered our information to the attentive receptionist, a middle-aged vixen who merely asked us that we give her ID cards to prove our ages. By the time she finished scrutinizing each one (yes, we were both nineteen years old, with Benji actually being a couple of months older than me), the receptionist silently handed them back to us and wished us a pleasant stay. I could see the judgement behind her eyeglasses though. Not just for us being a gay couple, or as an interspecies pairing, but I fact I happened to be a carnivore and Benji a herbivore.

"How are you feeling, Cam?" He asked when we entered the elevator. "Nervous?"

Meekly nodding, my ears remained folded even as the doors closed and we ascended to the top floor. I considered bringing up how a few stared at us, both inside and outside of the love hotel, but didn't. Instead, I clasped his smaller digits to the palm of my larger paw and gave a warm smile.

Benji and I had been dating since late high school. We both had attended Cherryton Academy, graduating together and remaining committed despite our separate careers. He helped edit mangas at the city's top publishing company while I worked as a salaryman. As far as anybody at my workplace was concerned, I didn't ever date. Not only because my family wanted me to wait until another thylacine could be found for me to marry (we were considered endangered, bordering on extinct), but due to my reserved personality too. While my parents couldn't care less about who I dated so long as I eventually impregnated another Tasmanian tiger to continue our species, the same wouldn't have been said for my coworkers. Hell, they'd have considered it scandalous!

Anyway, it didn't stop me from loving Benji. I loved his confidence, his personality, how he could befriend anybody given enough time, and enjoyed our time together, no matter how short. I loved everything about him and what we did in bed...even if we were about to go further than we ever did before, regarding sex.

The booked suite was well-furnished, complete with a jacuzzi in the bathroom and an expensive TV screen in the 'living room'. Seductive purple lighting illuminated the massive bed as it faced a large mirror on the opposite wall. It wasn't even in the most expensive suite and yet I felt like royalty.

Benji and I sat together on the bed, fidgeting closer together until his lips leaned up to connect with mine. They tasted so sweet; I was left in bliss. It was only when his fingers reached up to try and gently coax my teeth open that I objected.

"Wait," I held a paw up, nervously kneeling eye-level with the rabbit I loved. Concern formed on his face. "Can we...Look, I still wanna do this, but...can we just...take things slow? Like we normally do?"

Benji nodded without hesitation. "Of course, we can, Cam. Of course."

So, we did. We started off the romantic evening to ourselves like we normally did; we undressed each other while giving slow, sensual kisses, admiring the size difference between us without letting it get in the way of showing how we felt with each other. More often than not, I found myself lying on my back as my rabbit straddled my stomach and suckled on my tongue. Nothing made me feel safer than holding Benji in my arms and pressing him close to my chest as we kissed and declared our love for each other over and over again.

By the time that we were both naked and making out for what felt like an hour of bliss, I felt comfortable enough to whisper, "I'm ready," against his smaller lips.

Benji gulped in surprise, then uncertain lust. "You...sure?" he asked. "I mean, if you're not ready then we don't have to do this right away..."

Smiling, my reply came in the form of opening my mouth. Unlike other canines I socialized with during my youth and teenage years, my purebred Thylacine heritage allowed me to open my jaws at an unusual extend. Eighty degrees wide, to be exact. Granted, the specialty of my dwindling species wasn't the reason Benji fell in love with me, but ever since we became boyfriends, he always danced around the idea of wanting to explore a...kink of his. When I was ready, of course. I never wanted to endanger him or risk her doing anything we would regret later.

Still, I did it for love. I did it for him.

I didn't notice how much my jaws extended wider until I felt Benji's hind paws step on the back of my teeth. Or when his fingers gripped my gang for support. Eyes focused on the ceiling and trying not to close my mouth shut (despite instinct is telling me to, screaming for me too), I tried focusing on jerking myself off. I imagined Benji's lithe frame nestled between my fangs, how tight he felt during our first time together, and how his fingers were silky during a handjob. In fact, I pretended he was the one stroking my cock, as opposed to moaning as my tongue lathered his naked body.

It wasn't until my tongue licked between his legs and along his back--subsequently lathering his balls and ass too--that a sudden thrill jolted through me. I tasted not only my bunny rabbit, but I heard his euphoric moans as my larger tongue and inner maw thoroughly tasted him. I meant, really tasted him. It sent an electric current up my dick, making the shaft and cockhead harder than ever before.

At some point, my jaw really started to become sore. It's strained to stay wide enough without accidentally swallowing my moaning, quivering rabbit boyfriend whole. So, I signaled I was reaching my limit by tapping the bed sheet beside me with a paw. After a few seconds, Benji paused his sexual euphoria and understood, climbing from my maw into the bed.

Snapping my jaws shut, I began breathing heavily alongside Benji, letting out amused chuckles. He stood up covered in my saliva, beaming happily and extremely erect as he walked over to the nearby bathroom for a towel. By the time he returned and climbed back up on the bed to straddle my stomach again, I could feel my lower jaw once more and happily pecked Benji's lips.

"That was amazing, Cam!" He nuzzled my chin. "Thank you."

"That was something, and I dunno if I'll try it again soon," I admitted, my tail wagging between my legs as my paw gently cupped his small cheek, "but I'm extremely happy I got to try it with you..."

"I love you, Cam."

My tail wagged faster as I mirrored his smile. "I love you too, Benji."

***

As a delicious reward for the results of experimenting with his vore fetish, Benji let me fuck him in that love hotel room. It required so much patience, communication and lubrication, but the results were worth it. Very much worth it.

For dozens of ravenous minutes, we rutted like feral animals, tumbling around the sheets like there was no tomorrow. Then, we reached our peaks and waves of crashing pleasure convulsed from my balls and out my cock straight inside the velvet depths of my rabbit. The shattering orgasm alone left me breathless, collapsing atop him at first, then turning to my side as Benji also lay in bliss. He came too, all over his chest and across my flat stomach.

The tired drowsiness didn't start trickling in until the afterglow cradled our sweaty bodies. The steady breathing from his chest felt so calm against mine.

We whisper sweet truths to each other, and I imagined growing old with him.

Falling asleep with him in my arms, I whispered, "I love you, Benji."

He whispered back, "Love you too, Cam. Love you too."