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"This is why I told you to build your endurance," Hagan says, hugging himself in an attempt to warm up.

"Well, vacations are supposed to be fun," Elan replies, sprawled out on the floor of the tent and blanketless-not that he would need one with his fluffy snow leopard coat. "I didn't think you had climbing a mountain on the itinerary."

"It's not even to the summit, you'll be fine." Despite knowing he would protest, Hagan plops onto Elan, forgetting the freezing temperature of the tent.

"You seem to forget you're not a little scorbunny anymore," the leopard complains. "You're a grown up cinderace now."

"And you seem to forget my fur hasn't gotten any thicker, surely nowhere near as thick as yours." Hagan settles himself on Elan's stomach. "And I'm not wearing any extra."

"If you want clothes, I'll gladly give you some." As small as the tent is, the leopard can reach across to his bag and retrieve a sweater twice the size of Hagan.

"Being cold is better than being scratchy. In fact," the cinderace pulls Elan's shirt up so he can rest his head on the coat underneath, "you should take yours off."

"Not happening." Elan tickles the bunny ears coming up to his chest; typically his only available method of physically overpowering, but Hagan is too tired from travel for it to work. "This trip was your idea, did you not think about this? Like conjuring some fire?"

"To burn what?" Hagan swings his foot up to the sweater that's still in Elan's paw, bending himself double. "This?"

"No!" The leopard stuffs the sweater back in the safety of his bag. "That cost me ten-thousand pokedollars!"

"Well then stealing your warmth is my only option." The cinderace lets his leg drop into a more comfortable position over Elan.

Sighing, the leopard flops his muzzle onto his pillow and closes his eyes. The rise and fall of his stomach slows and levels within minutes, another reason Hagan cuddles up to him.

As quiet as he can, the cinderace rifles past the sweater and finds Elan's pokedex, which has the easy-to-guess passcode of his hatchday. It's too large to hold with one paw and operate it with the other, so he sets it next to the bag, using it to shield the light. Hagan navigates to the correspondence he's hoping for, received three days ago

No need for an extra charge. We're happy to make you and your wife's honeymoon as special as possible. Though we'll need an extra day to set everything up.

Now the only concern is whether they know what "romantic decoration" is. They seem to know what a honeymoon is, so it follows that they would have a better understanding than Hagan's, which consists of the string of words the pokedex spits out. Nothing can be done now anyway, so Hagan deletes the history before putting the device away, then returns to the fluffy coat of Elan, who welcomes him by curling his long, bushy tail over him like a blanket.

*

"Ah, I've pieced together where we are," Elan says as he packs up the tent. "Glaseado Mountain."

"Aww, how'd you figure it out?" Hagan asks, shivering from the harsh wind.

The snow leopard points to a garganacl in the distance.

"Fucking Paldea-exclusive pokemon, ruining my surprise." The cinderace could beat that garganacl in a fight as revenge, and it would be a great way to warm up, but existing isn't reason enough to justify assault.

"I was here years ago." Elan looks down, tapping his chin. "There's nothing here except...a town I forgot the name of and a gym I think."

"Yes!" The cinderace pumps his fist-his best emulation of a fist he can create with his tiny paws anyway. "My surprise remains intact." He motions up the slope of the mountain. "Our goal is just that way, which of course is straight into this Arceus awful blizzard."

"You sure you can handle it?" Elan strolls against the gales like they don't exist. "Because this is only a little below freezing and only going to get worse."

"That's what that TM is for." Hagan's large, red tuft of fur between his ears turns purple as an energy of the same color grows between his paws. He catches up to the leopard and holds out the orb. "You want it? Don't need this anymore."

"Get that away from me!" Elan jumps back and the Shadow Ball blasts the ground he was standing on, spraying snow all over him.

"Sorry! Ghost energy is kinda funky to handle. But at least I don't feel like the world is trying to extinguish me."

Brushing the snow off of him, Elan continues walking. "So, you don't feel cold now that you're a ghost type?"

"I don't have a handle on ghost abilities, so I still get cold, it's just less uncomfortable of a sensation."

"Wait." The leopard whips around, but the cinderace doesn't stop, so he ends up following instead of leading. "Couldn't you have done that last night?"

Hagan shrugs. "I didn't feel like going back outside to do it."

Now that the cinderace is able to ignore the cold, he falls into the rhythm of a fulfilling leg workout. Back home, there's no incline nearly this steep, so it isn't long before he feels the burn. Which excites him to push harder, clearly he needs to build more muscle if twenty minutes is his limit.

It isn't until the gusts thicken with more snow, obscuring vision completely, that the cinderace realizes he has no idea where Elan is. And the only answer to his name is the whistle of the wind. So the cinderace digs out one of his stashed pebbles in his purple tuft, which turns back to red as he juggles the pebble with his feet. The resulting fireball provides plenty of heat, and guides his steps between juggles down the mountain.

The panting leopard isn't far.

"What happened to you?" Muscles feeling the burn a little too much, Hagan kicks the fireball aimlessly away.

"Trying to keep up with you." Elan takes one deep breath before his breathing steadies.

"Really? I thought you got attacked or something." Hagan summons another Shadow Ball before the chill takes root. "Now, I've got an orb of destruction and a naughty boy who can't stick to an exercise routine. What if-"

"If you blabber any longer, even I'll freeze." Elan glances around. "Are you sure we haven't passed it?"

"I don't think..." The cinderace lets the ghost energy fizzle, then looks for the sun that was establishing direction and fails to locate it. "It's on the western face somewhere."

"Lemme look at my po-"

"Nope." Hagan swipes the device out of his paw, almost dropping it since even with two paws the pokedex is unwieldy. "You'll figure out where we're going, so just tell me the passcode...and how to work this thing."

Using Elan's back to protect the screen and prop it up, Hagan makes a show of struggling to do anything with his short, stubby fingers and not understanding technology, both of which require little acting.

"I think, if I understand the light signals, that we're here." The cinderace shuts off the map as Elan faces him.

"What?" Elan takes his pokedex back, but with the snow building up on it, is unable to use it so he puts it away. "There's nothing here."

"I believe the structures are sparse and, I don't know about you," Hagan gestures to their surroundings, "but I can't see shit."

"It'd help if I knew what we're looking for."

Looking around one more time, Hagan weighs his options. A fireball could hit a building (he should have thought of that earlier too), and his vision isn't as keen or evolved for this environment like snow leopard's.

"A cabin."

Elan tilts his head. "Why would there be a cabin out here?"

"Just look."

Squinting, Elan slowly spins in a circle, then suddenly stops. "There's something brown that way, but it could be a rock; I can barely see myself."

This time Hagan waits for the leopard every time he lags behind, so what would take him five minutes to travel takes ten. At least the brown is indeed a log cabin. After climbing the steps, the cinderace attempts to open the door, but even with both paws, he can't twist it.

Soon, Elan arrives and tries the knob. "It's locked." Yet he continues to rattle the door. "Because why wouldn't it be? We don't own a cabin halfway across the continent."

"But I paid for it."

"How much mystery m-doesn't matter. Where are we?"

"I forget what it's called." The cinderace furrows his brow. "A sbi resort? Sri? Swi? Sni?"

"Ski?" Hagan nods. "That wasn't here before. Wait, if that's the case, shouldn't there be a road?"

"Around the other side, but then you would see the signs."

The leopard rolls his eyes. "You and 'surprise' need to get married already. But anyway, there should be, like, an office somewhere, so we can get the key there."

Hagan sizes up the door. There's no sign of any wear, but it's still only wood. "What if I just kicked the door down?"

"Go ahead." Elan gestures for the cinderace to do so, but his tone indicates the opposite. "It'll cost more of your mystery money and, more obviously, we'll turn the inside just as freezing as the outside. Oh, and are you even sure this is the right cabin?"

"No."

"So allow me to briefly take over your master plan." Elan turns around and scans the landscape.

"Preferably before we freeze to death."

"No! I have an idea." Hagan crosses to the other end of the porch and peers through the window. The organic, red things scattered on the floor aren't normal decoration, so this is the right cabin. He shoos Elan away. "Get a couple pawfuls of snow." After confirming his compliance, the cinderace brings his leg up to the door.

"I said don't kick it down!"

Instead the cinderace places his foot on the knob, his tuft returning to its original color, and dials his heat to the max. Still, it takes a few seconds for the metal knob and the entire mechanism to melt, allowing the wind to throw the door open.

Elan splashes snow over the liquid metal on the ground and door, the water sublimating and the metal solidifying. "You're still gonna have to pay for that."

Both entering, they close the door, only to have it fly open again. So Hagan drags the first piece of furniture he finds in front of it, not caring about the items clattering off the console table.

"There's still a draft from the knob hole," Elan says.

"Aw, dang, guess we'll have to bear the cold." Hagan shudders overdramatically. "Could I get that sweater then?"

The leopard's stubby ears perk forward. "Am I hallucinating or did you finally get the sense to cover yourself up?"

"Not hallucinating, I'm just freezing."

With less care than ever displayed, Elan yanks his sweater out. "You want pants too?"

"Sure," Hagan agrees, however, even if he wears it, he wouldn't need pants; it goes down past his waist. Instead the word serves to distract Elan-who immediately starts rummaging through his bag-so Hagan can stuff the sweater into the knob hole, little more than the sleeve fitting.

The leopard looks up and blinks. "You little shit."

"We had a problem and I fixed it."

Elan shakes his head. "Whatever." His eyes catch on a card on the table. "Hey, this is the wrong cabin, unless you really did get married to 'surprise.'"

"No, but I..." Maybe Hagan should've given the resort their names, so this misunderstanding wouldn't've happened and he wouldn't be scrambling for something "romantic" to say, but the pokedex warned two male names could reduce the hospitality of the establishment. "This is the right one."

"I'm confused." Elan gestures to the floor. "Do you just like rose petals?" Unanswered, he continues, "Oh! You wanted to try the champagne." He crouches to grab a bottle off the floor, reading the label.

"I don't even know what that is."

"Alright, so..." The leopard finds the glasses under the table, one of them cracked, so he takes only one. "Let's just pour some of this and get comfortable." Filling the glass halfway, he pads to the fireplace and dumps his bag in front of it. "It's a gas one, that makes it easy."

So Elan can figure out the dials, Hagan takes the champagne with both paws, then sips it when the tart scent hits him; sweeter than it smells, peach is his best guess, and the bubbles are nice, but the slight acidic burn-unlike other kinds of burning he's experienced- isn't worth it. "What is this? Angry juice?"

"That's a way of looking at it." With the fire started, Elan tosses his snow-ridden shirt off, revealing the black-spotted gray of his arms and a T-shirt. "'Lively' I think is a better way of putting it." After a brief hesitation, he takes his pants off too, then puts on the driest thing from his bag before the cinderace can see anything. "Now, give me that and sit in front of the fire; your fur looks like it's all white."

Hagan does so, while Elan sits on the couch in front of it and, after sipping some of the bubbly liquid, says, "You're right, this isn't great." He sets it on the end table, then plays with a red heart balloon weighted there. "So are you going to talk about this yet?"

All the heat has done is melt the snow, so the smell of wet fur permeates the room. "Can it wait till I'm dry?" The cinderace is used to looking up to talk to Elan, but like this his neck has to crank all the way up.

"That just drags out the awkwardness. Can you just say stuff please?"

"All this decoration," Hagan flings some nearby rose petals into the air, "is romantic, right? That's what I wanted."

"But why?"

"That's a dumb question."

"You know what I meant." Elan tosses one of the rose petals that landed on him back at Hagan. "Fine, I'll rephrase: Why do it like this?"

"Because, well, I thought I was making my desire obvious." Hagan scoots closer to the fire and its delicate dance of flames. "But you didn't notice, so I asked the device and, after the advice of just telling you, it gave me this. Well, not exactly this. It said, 'romantic gesture,' which it said was this."

After lapping at the champagne, Elan drinks the rest of it, making his whole body shake. "Arceus. That is not good. Anyway, I assume you stole my money for all this?"

"I checked your..." The cinderace is still unused to having to search for the right word and gives up. "Numbers thing and it was way bigger than the cost so I didn't think it would be a problem."

"I have so much because I don't spend it like this, but whatever. I shouldn'ta had such lax security."

"So do you," figuring he's dry enough, the cinderace climbs onto the couch, "feel the same?"

"I don't know, this is all so sudden." Elan sighs, eyes distant. "Most of the time I've spent with you, you were at most two feet tall, and obviously I'm not attracted to that. Especially since I could never understand you, so it's only when you evolved and learned English that I can view you as, like, an actual person. And while I know your species matures faster, I'm still a lot older than you, so it's all just weird."

All those words and not one of them a no. "Weird isn't a bad thing."

"Then maybe 'weird' is the wrong word. Uncomfortable, I guess."

That's closer to rejection, so Hagan looks to the floor and considers returning to the comfort of the fire.

"Is this why you're so adamant about staying nude?" Elan asks.

"I just don't like the extra fur," Hagan answers, meeting the leopard's eyes again. "Why are you so adamant about putting them on me? It's not like you can see my sheath or anything else with how poofy my crotch fur is."

"Well, I just know that it is, like, right there." The leopard's gaze dips, then snaps back up. "And sometimes your-it peeks out, especially when you were maturing years ago, which is normal and all but..."

"Why are you looking?"

"I don't know, your patterns draw the eye to there and to your head, so if I'm not looking directly at you..."

"If that's the case," Hagan's paws tremble, more than they would if he fought that garganacl. as he shuffles to the other end of the couch and hides his face with a throw pillow found there, "now you can't help staring."

Silence, until the cinderace's giant ears adjust to the quieter sounds of the crackling fire and Elan's breathing and heartbeat, faster than it should be while he's still. Hagan lets the moment linger since it's much better than his desire being called uncomfortable, especially if the leopard is taking full advantage of the opportunity. His whiskers twitch before something lands in his lap. When feeling it up, it falls, but he identifies it as another throw pillow.

"It's like you're allergic to covering yourself." Elan's voice is close. "Which I suppose I have to admit I don't mind. It just feels like I should, but if you don't want to and I don't..."

"What about what you said before?"

"Weird was the right word." Slowly, Elan lowers the pillow, allowing his smile to spread to the cinderace. "That's better." He traces the edge of the cinderace's ear, half of his paw running through the red tuft. "You look wrong with these down."

"I didn't even realize they were."

"My fault really." The leopard collides with something hard in Hagan's hair. "Is this a rock?"

"That's where I keep them."

"Another benefit of clothes: pockets." Elan takes out a couple pebbles. "How many you got in there?"

The cinderace rakes his small digits through the tuft and jerks his head around, spraying pebbles everywhere. "Approximately that many." He returns Elan's paw to his ear.

"I guess the cleaning bill can't get much higher."

"I'm sure we can find a way." Hagan glides a paw down the leopard's side, then up under his shirt, enjoying the sharp contrast of rough to silky. He interprets the continued stroking of his ear as encouragement and straddles the leopard's lap. Leaning in, their lips are centimeters apart when fabric irritates the cinderace's torso. So he yanks his arm that is still under the shirt against it, a satisfying tearing sound filling his ears.

"Hey, that cost me-"

"It's expensive, I know, but it was also in my way."

Elan shakes off the shirt remnant. "I need to teach you the v-"

Hagan presses his lips to the leopard's, his paws wandering down to find sweatpants. But before he can figure out a way to destroy them, he feels something wet against his mouth, so he pulls back, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Kissing you?"

"That involves our tongues?" Hagan waits for Elan to say he was messing around. "The pokedex only told me it can be used to initiate mating, assumedly because it makes people like you shut up."

"I mean, that's not wrong, but it's also about how it feels."

Hagan flops his thin tongue out, then back in. He's not sure what you're supposed to do in another's mouth, but the leopard could be in his. Still, whether he wants to would depend on what he's doing in th-

The paw on the cinderace's ear encourages him back against Elan's lips. And this time he allows the prodding tongue entrance. He tastes the fruity champagne, absent of the acidic layer, with a pleasant tingle. The broad appendage merely explores, not anything forceful as he feared. So he melts into the kiss, paws desperately tugging at the leopard's waistband, but he doesn't have enough leverage to rip it apart.

Before Hagan resorts to bringing his leg up, Elan pushes his paws away, then seconds later, returns them to soft pubic fur. As the cinderace locates the sheath-that dwarfs his paws, despite feeling dormant still-Elan wiggles around underneath him until a plop sounds behind them.

The leopard's tongue guides Hagan's into his muzzle, where his flavor is stronger. But before he processes it, fingers playing with his short tail steals his attention. Especially when they travel down to the red fur of his cheeks and Elan stands, holding the cinderace against him. His heart flutters as Elan finally shows some muscle, but he only manages a few steps before he lays him on the rug. "I was going to bring you to the bedroom, but you're heavy, so you'll have to get there yourself."

"I'm only, like, seventy pounds." Hagan wraps his legs around the leopard's midsection when he starts to straighten. "I keep telling you that you need to go to the gym."

"How am I only a foot taller and triple your weight?" Elan smacks his stomach, with little rippling, but that could be the fur hiding it. "I'm not even fat!"

"You're right, you're just dense."

"Hey! That's mean."

"Well, I wasn't calling you fat. I was pointing out that you need to build up your strength. I swear a caterpie is going to be your downfall." The cinderace forces Elan to lay atop him. "But for today, mating will be your exercise."

"About that, I've only done paw stuff before." Elan drums on the hardwood between Hagan's ears. "I don't know, like, um, what you wanted."

"If that's all you want to use for me, I'm more than happy, but as for my paws..." Hagan brings them to his average-sized length, showing that he can't grasp it. "I have to use my feet, but I sometimes lose control and flames come out. Which doesn't hurt me much, but I imagine you wouldn't like that. And I don't have a muzzle to take you in fully there." Elan attempts to interrupt. "So I'll let-I would love for you to mate me the only other way available. Even though I'm not sure about it and I can't do anything myself because these fucking paws Arceus gave me are so fucking useless I can't even grab something, or use them directly or-"

"Simmer down there. I get it, your paws are adorable."

"Sorry." Hagan emphasizes the apology with ear scritches, and oddly his paw is the perfect size for the stubby ears. "It's just frustrating that I can create house-sized fireballs, but struggle to pick up a banana. Like He could have just balanced it out so I can pick up a banana single-pawedly, but only create boulder-sized fireballs. What's wrong with that? I don't g-" Hagan's words become gibberish as the leopard grips his cock.

"Relax, Arceus gave you my paws, so tell me what you need help with."

"Just move up and down, please. I've never felt something like that."

"Huh, that's the first time you've spoken pokemon language in over a year. Interesting."

Why is English so complicated? I can't just infuse meaning to the words, the words are the meaning; it's so dumb. Realizing complaining in his head isn't getting him anywhere, Hagan mimes the motion he desires.

Elan strokes slowly, swirling the pre from the urethra around before returning to the base and stopping whenever the cinderace inhales sharply. Regardless of the denial, it's more technique than the cinderace's toes could ever accomplish, so his legs become limp, releasing the leopard and thumping onto the rug.

Now that he's able to, Elan shifts to a more comfortable position, his arm switching to automatic; which means he doesn't stop when Hagan inhales similarly and arches his back. Despite it being too late, the leopard ceases, until the first blissful release of seed sprays his face, then he pumps the rabbithood for the remaining four spurts, aiming them towards Hagan instead. Not that the cinderace cares.

"You're quite the early squirter."

Hagan snaps back to reality at the idea he messed up. "Was I not supposed to? I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing. I'll try to hold it in next time."

"It's normal, you don't need to get apologetic about it." Elan laughs. "You call me fat, dumb, and weak-"

"I never said any of those things about you."

"--yet you can't handle a tease like that?"

Hagan looks at the fire, wishing the glass wasn't obstructing it. "I didn't know you were joking."

"Tell you what." Elan caresses up the cinderace's flank. "It was my fault more than yours, so if you're hungry or want to take a nap-I know I pass out afterwards-there's no pressure to do anything you're not sure about."

"I want to at least try." Hagan places his paw over the leopard's, pushing it downward. "You deserve the same pleasure you gave me."

"Alright, did you stash lube somewhere or have the staff leave some?" Elan waits for an answer. "Or something?"

"What is lube?"

"Come on." Elan sighs, drawing it out until he's out of breath. "You plan this whole trip but you didn't search up, 'how do I prepare for anal sex?'"

"The pokedex didn't tell me I needed to. It was just the only-no," Hagan creases his eyebrows, "one of the two in the list of ways males mate with each other that I can do properly."

"What's the other one?"

"It has a weird name and apparently is not as popular." The cinderace points to his half erection. "I can't do it like this anyway."

"Hmm, whatever then. For now," Elan's paw trails down from the rabbithood, across his sac, and down his taint, "I'm going to improvise."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

"As I said, you don't have to do this if you don't want to." The leopard's descent pauses, unable to reach his destination anyway. "But if you do, just get your legs back on me."

After a moment of consideration, Hagan complies and is rewarded with quivers as something slick rubs against his tailhole. "What're you touching me with?"

"You." Elan's free paw runs through the cinderace's navy, V-shaped patch of chest fur, collecting the white blotches. "It might work, I don't know, we'll find out." The paw disappears behind the cinderace's thighs, but he only feels the first paw circling his ring. "Just tell me if I need to slow down."

"The opposite: speed up."

The pressure causes Hagan to instinctively tense, so the leopard stops, saying, "Are you sure? Because I've only heard about how you're supposed to do this and I'm afraid to hurt you."

"Elan, I care for you, as I'm sure this trip has expressed, but you've got the memory of a goldeen." Hagan chuckles. "Not five minutes ago I said I lit my dick on fire and it didn't bother me much. And here you are concerned I can't handle your finger poking me."

"I don't believe you actually did that for a second, but fine." This time the cinderace's muscle yields before Elan does, though only a microsecond of a difference as he only gets his fingertip inside.

Since words aren't getting through, Hagan uses his legs still wrapped around the leopard to sink the finger further inside. It burns in a different, less bearable way than what he bragged about; his fire resistance meant he barely felt it. "See? I can handle it, so you take back over or else I'm going to believe that was all the exercise you can handle."

The leopard doesn't match Hagan's haste, instead wiggling around and inching out, which he's thankful for. Especially when pleasure spikes through him not dissimilar to what he felt earlier, forcing a squeal out of the cinderace.

"I found a spot you like." Which the leopard misses when he slides back in.

"I didn't expect this to feel good. I-"

"Pokemon language again, fascinating."

"Ugh." Hagan is back to having to manually form sentences in his head. "I was saying that I thought people only did this to get the other off."

"You really have no idea how anything works. Which I guess makes sense since you've only been looking stuff up while I'm asleep, right? Maybe I need to get you your own pokedex." When Elan adds another finger, the discomfort only lasts a moment before it's overtaken by them hitting the pleasure point. "On second thought, aimlessly searching the internet isn't the kind of sex education I want you to have."

"Educate me personally then."

"Alright, are you ready for the third one?" The leopard gets a glare in response. "Right, you feel no pain." Still, he's gentle, stopping whenever the cinderace clenches. "You winced a little."

"Admittedly, you've got some big fingers."

"Luckily for you, that doesn't translate into big anything else."

"The pokedex said you're not supposed to say you're small." Hagan's smirk fades when he can't remember the details. "Something, something, confidence, something, something, way to use."

"That's generally true, but it got you to relax." This time when Elan withdraws and reinserts, Hagan only feels eagerness to share the pleasure with the leopard. "And I didn't say I was small."

"You can do the...real thing, now-or however you say that."

"It would be my pleasure." Elan slides up to hover his muzzle in front of Hagan. "Just let me know if it hurts too much." He runs a finger along the cinderace's hardening shaft. "I can always get some more bunny cum as lube." He buries his snout into the red tuft as his cock prods Hagan's tailhole.

The combination of the smell of burning wood and Elan's white fluff dominating his vision has Hagan tranquil, so the leopard simply slips inside, but not tranquil enough to resist a jab. "I think your fingers were bigger."

"Did you not read that you're not supposed to call others small either?" Elan whispers, every exhalation tickling the large ears before him. "I can tell you're enjoying it, so shut up...please." He resumes his slow, even pace; while his breathing is anything but, hitching and accelerating randomly.

Knowing that his body is putting Elan in such a state adds a layer that was absent before. And his cock reaches further than his fingers could. Hagan pulls himself into it and exactly when it causes discomfort, the leopard hilts.

"I take it back: you've got a little length to you."

Elan nuzzles into the top of Hagan's head. "Still good though?"

"Could use some more streng-"

The leopard's snout rushes downward onto Hagan's lips, his tongue darting inside the already-parted mouth. When he pulls his cock out-something uneven dragging along the cinderace's walls-he returns his muzzle to the ears. "Now, please, stop the teasing before I throw out my back kissing you."

Hagan can only manage an uninfused "cinderace!" as his request, interrupted as it was, is fulfilled. He squirms as the protrusions rub his tunnel on removal and the next thrust hits that spot in him, causing the cinderace to shoot pre on himself. Once more and it'll be cum instead, but by the time he gets it, he's come down enough to feel only an inch closer.

"Can you go...just a bit faster."

"'Cinder, cinderace' has no meaning to me." Elan stills. "Are you asking me to stop?"

"Ugh, high time you learn to understand me." Thankfully, there's crossover between his pokemon language and English. "Race, race, race."

"Race? Oh, I get it." Elan quickens enough that the smacking is audible over the crackling of the fire. Still, Hagan is only impossibly closer and his feet can't help while hooked around the leopard. Who, judging by the rising pitch of his soft moans, will climax soon; then, according to his own words, fall asleep. So, during the brief pause when Elan bottoms out, Hagan twists his legs, sending Elan onto the floor with the cinderace atop him.

"Arceus may have given you the paws, but He gave me the leg power."

"Good thing I've got a thick skull, right? Otherwise that would have hurt." Rubbing the back of his head, Elan maneuvers all the way onto the rug instead of partially on the hardwood. "Oh and once again, I have no idea what you're saying."

"Whatever." With the invigorating flames beside him, Hagan drives himself onto the leopard, who turns into a mewling, writhing mess below him. Afraid any more motion would finish things, the cinderace waits for Elan to recompose himself before guiding his paw onto his rabbithood.

The leopard gets the hint and, though he lacks the dexterity from before, Hagan instinctively humps into his firm grip; the cock inside him pressing against one wall and reminding him to draw up and plunge down.

Elan grinds into the motion, his body tensing, including the paw that's supposed to be moving, until he relaxes with a contented murr. His closed eyes and tongue lolling out as he shoots his warm, gratifying seed into Hagan is so cute that the cinderace isn't upset that he has to wait to feel the same way. Instead he bends down to nuzzle into his chest, paws roaming his sides.

"Fuck." Elan squeezes the cinderace's hips. "You fit me better than I thought you would."

"And you're worse at mating than I thought you'd be." Hagan nudges his erection into the leopard's stomach

"Sorry." Elan works his paws between them, one finding the sac and cradling it, while the other spreads the pre to the rest of the shaft. "Hit me next time or something. I can't imagine needing to come and being unable to jerk myself off."

"I considered it," Hagan lies, then the leopard's strokes cause his release to dribble out, the euphoria amplified by the spent cock in his rear.

Elan allows it to pool on him, encouraging more out with his continued pumping and, seconds after it stops, holds the cinderace against him. "That better? Because I need a fat nap and I don't want to destroy my back sleeping on the floor. So I was hoping Mister 'I exercise every day' could carry me into bed."

Wiggling to the center of the leopard's torso, Hagan notes that he's half the width of him. "I don't think I could."

"Really?" Elan grasps the cinderace's bicep, fingers wrapping all the way around. "I guess it makes sense with these."

"My legs are plenty strong." Hagan worms one under the leopard's, flexing so he can feel the muscles in it. "it's just that my arms and shoulders are too small to hold you."

"Excuses, excuses."

"I can juggle a fireball thrice your weight, if you want to be carried like that."

"Nope, nope, I'm getting up."

Hagan rolls off of Elan so he can rise and pass his bag as he pads to the hallway.

"You're not putting on your extra fur?"

"I'll only get it dirty and," Elan turns around and gestures to himself, "maybe you deserve to see me in my full beauty from now on."

"You mean it?!" Hagan jumps to his feet. "I don't gotta feel that stuff anymore?"

"Well, in town I'll have to put something on."

Hagan dashes into Elan's arms, enjoying his silky fur regardless of the sticky spot. "Then we're never going to town again."