Candy-Coated
Bishop hummed to himself as he worked, pleased to be active early so as to get the most out of his week-end; moreover, it meant being able to finally set his plans in motion. The fox had been planning for this morning all week, and as the batter sizzled noisily in the pan, a thin smile cast itself upon his muzzle..
Asleep in the bedroom down the short hallway of the apartment-style flat, was Alister, blissfully un-aware of the proceedings beyond the shut door as the aromas of morning cooking began filtering in. So too did the sun, which prised at the blinds that held its light at bay. Snuggled in warm blankets in the dim confines of their bedroom, an unconscious paw groped about in the empty space left behind by the now absent form of the fox, finding a lopsided pillow in his place. This quickly found its way against the slumbering ringtail's chest, his muzzle buried in the plush material.
As he cast an eye in the direction of the wall clock that hung above the table, Bishop went about the task of arranging dishes on an old serving tray--yet another of their finds that had seen better days. It mystified him as to whatever it was that the ringtail saw in such things, but it seemed to make Alister happy. The harsh chirp of the coffee maker brought Bishop back from his reverie. Reaching a blind paw into the cabinet, the fox produced two tall mugs for the steaming brew only to pause as he set them upon the counter. They were the pair that Owen had presented them with as a gift: each mug bore a small, chibi-likeness of them, one ringtail and one golden fox, with their names printed in neat font that would please even the most anal typography student.
With the tray carefully balanced between black-socked paws, Bishop eased open the bedroom door, taking gleeful note of one of the ringtail's long ears as it flicked at the intrusion.
"Alister, wake up," he cooed. The ringtail merely rolled over, the pillow still clutched to his chest.
Rolling his eyes, Bishop cleared a space on the nightstand to set the tray upon before climbing onto the edge of the bed. Gingerly placing a paw upon his sleeping boyfriend's shoulder, he gave the ringtail a gentle squeeze and said, "Come on, fluff-butt. Breakfast's ready."
Alister grumbled a non-committal reply, garnering little hope that the fox's message had gone through the veil of sleep.
With a shrug, Bishop entwined his paws into the sheets, pulling them free of the bed. As the cooler air of the room began to flood in about him, Alister shivered, pawing at where the enshrouding material had been only moments ago. Bishop did not notice, however, his eyes having followed the outline of the ringtail's body as it was revealed in the wake of the departed sheets.
"Mmm, looks like someone decided it was too hot last night," he murmured, stifling a giggle as he let a paw wander over the surface of the bed towards Alister's nude form. There was but a moment's hesitation before he let the leathery pads of his paw alight upon the soft, downy fur of the ringtail's sheath, caressing upwards towards its rounded tip and the faint outline of dark flesh that crowned it. Beneath his ministrations, Alister shuddered, his body subconsciously pressing into the embrace.
As Bishop's fingertips teased along the outlines of the ringtail's balls, he could hear a gentle whine emanate from where Alister's muzzle was pressed deep into the pillow.
"Good morning to you, too, dirty fox," muttered a very bleary Alister as he gave a teasing thrust into the fox's paw before sliding the pillow to block its way.
Gesturing towards the tray with his free paw, Bishop smirked. "Well, it took you long enough. Hopefully the food isn't cold."
Alister rubbed sleep from his eyes. "So that's what I heard earlier. Couldn't you have just waited another ten minutes?" He asked, turning to squint at the clock.
"But they're special," the fox said with a grin as he pulled the ringtail to himself in a warm embrace, "they're pancakes!"
"It still feels too early," came the reply from where Alister nuzzled into the side of his neck, becoming quite aware that it was just an apron the fox was wearing from the way Bishop pressed up against him.
"It's just 9:20." Bishop replied huffily.
Placing a chaste kiss on the fox's cheek, Alister smiled sheepishly. "Let's eat."
Bishop nodded as he withdrew his arms from about the ringtail, his paws sliding behind himself to give a swift tug to the apron's drawstrings. In a single motion, he cast the garment aside to flutter to the floor in a pool of sage fabric about his paws. Retrieving the tray, Bishop could just make out the knowing look Alister gave him at his disrobing.
"Just try not to make a mess, hon. Remember it's your turn to do laundry this week." Bishop called over his shoulder as he hefted the tray.
The meal set before them, the pair began to tuck into the delicious cakes--but not before Bishop slid a meekly protesting Alister into his lap, where he nosed between the ringtail's long ears. The fox gave a content sigh as he helped himself to a few sausages from the platter.
"So," he asked as he shifted, amused by how the curve of Alister's rump seemed to so perfectly match the shape of his sheath, "were you asleep the whole time or just toying with me?"
Licking blueberry from his muzzle Alister blushed, resisting the urge to ease back against the fox. "Well, I think I woke up for a bit when you first came in, but yeah, I was pretty much out."
"Well that's good to know--oh! Before I forget, did you find anything out last night?"
Alister gave a nod, careful not to bump against the fox as he replied between mouthfuls of buttermilk goodness. "It looks like there are a few places down-town and one or two on the edge of the campus, but most of them are pretty pricy."
Bishop had expected as much. Despite the fair space of the apartment, it had become quite old and he was beginning to want a change of pace--their own house, to be exact. "Figures," he groaned, "have you seen my coffee?"
"Nightstand," murmured the ringtail.
"Thanks," replied Bishop as he leaned back to reach for the neglected beverage, having forgotten the syrup-dripping square of pancake that hung from his fork until Alister squirmed against him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, a paw feebly searching for the sodden mess that had fallen between them.
Scooping it up in a paw, Bishop popped it in his mouth and replied, "Sorry about that."
He was answered by a giggling laugh from Alister. "Ugh, that's kinda gross. It even had some fur on it."
"Eh, it's not so bad. Besides, rump steak is pretty good." Bishop retorted.
"Gods, you're terrible," groaned the ringtail as he pushed aside the grinning muzzle of the fox, his paw leaving behind a sticky mark, "and now there's syrup dripping down my butt."
Bishop gave a toothy grin. "It's not all that bad," he cooed, setting aside his and Alister's plates on the empty tray that sat nearby.
"Huh? What are you--"
Alister didn't get a chance to finish his question, as Bishop pushed him forwards. Landing almost on his own muzzle, the ringtail glared back at the fox over his shoulder, his rump and tail now high in the air and clearly marked by a glistening smear of pancake syrup.
"Bishop!"
"Shh," he replied, his own sticky paws rising to cup the ringtail's backside, the action making matters worse as it elicited a soft squeak of surprise from Alister's upturned form. "Let me work."
Before Alister could protest further to the odd treatment--let alone being upended on the bed and likely made even more of a mess of--Bishop lowered his muzzle to the caramel-hued stain and lapped at it.
Alister shuddered in his paws. "Th-that feels really weird."
"You don't like it?" He asked.
"No, it's... fine," came the reply, Alister's ears tilted back in bemused frustration. "It's just, I never thought you'd actually try something like that."
Rubbing his paws along either side of the ringtail's rump, Bishop smirked. "Maybe I'm just curious of how a candy-coated ringtail tastes." And with that, he buried his muzzle beneath Alister's long, banded tail.
Each stroke of Bishop's tongue felt like a growing fire within him, sending gentle waves of warmth and pleasure throughout his body as the fox teased and probed at the furless ring of flesh beneath his tail. "Foxie..." he whined, his tiny claws leaving marks in the bed sheets where he clutched at them.
The fox's tongue seemed to move with a sort of otherworldly grace, caressing the tender places of his body with as much ease as it pressed and teased. Bishop's paws continued their slow, rolling motion, easing apart the clefts of his rump as deft fingertips glided along their underside, touching and feeling the familiar curves and shapes of Alister's body. Already the ringtail was getting hard, the tip of his sheath straining to cover his growing member, its darkly colored flesh standing out against the creamy fur of his underside. Withdrawing for a moment, Bishop let his tongue trail along the space that lead to where the ringtail's sac hung, swaying with each gentle buck and shiver of Alister's body.
Curling his tongue about one of the fair-sized orbs, his hot breath bathing the lightly matted fur, Bishop lapped at both of the ringtail's balls in turn. It was something that Alister had first tried on him, and was a trick he had come to enjoy quite deeply.
Soon, Alister's soft noises of pleasure grew in their volume and intensity between whimpering pleas. "Just a bit more," he murmured as he lifted his muzzle to give the ringtail's pucker a final lashing.
"Do it."
Bishop looked up as the words reached his ears. Alister was looking at him from over his shoulder, his eyes watery and filled with a sort of need he couldn't remember having seen since the time they had mated in the shower. Nodding, Bishop eased himself back and rose.
Gripping his own shaft which hung heavily before him, the narrow, vulpine tip already glistening with drizzled fluid, the fox carefully guided himself into place. Even as he felt himself come into contact with the ringtail's entrance, he could barely sense any resistance. What's more, the sodden flesh gave way to an intense heat as he eased himself forwards. With each inch that slid gently into Alister's awaiting body, it seemed to grow.
He could hear himself slap wetly against Alister's sac as he thrust, the ringtail's breath catching for the brief moment that Bishop hilted to the very base of his shaft. Drawing out almost to his tip, he pressed forth again, building up a slow, even pace as his prior attention and his own leaking pre-cum slickened his passage.
Alister moaned into the sheets as his body swayed and rocked beneath the fox, the throbbing vulpine shaft seeming to fill him in a way he could scant remember. As Bishop hilted himself beneath his tail once more, the fox's sac slapping wetly against his own, Alister could feel the growing vulpine knot as it strained against him.
There was a dull grunt from beneath him as Bishop leaned forwards heavily and his knot popped into the ringtail. Nearly lost in the intense pleasure, the fox wrapped his arms about his boyfriend's lithe body and gently, carefully eased backwards so that they were once again sitting together. Nuzzling the ruff of fur on the back of Alister's head, Bishop rolled his hips forwards and back, loving the tension upon his knot as it teased against the ringtail from inside and each soft, purring whine that escaped Alister's panting muzzle as he did so.
Lowering a paw until his fingers wrapped about the throbbing shaft between Alister's legs, Bishop stroked and teased in equal measure, his paw moving in time with each gentle thrust of his hips.
"Love you," He murmured, nosing along the twitching arc of one of the ringtail's long ears.
"L-love you, too," Alister breathed.
"You know hon, it's a lot easier to do laundry when you're not draped over me like that," sighed Alister as he tried duly to sort through the pair of bins that sat beside the washer.
"I know," giggled the fox as he gave the other's rump a ginger pat before heading off, "but it's not my fault you have no undies left!"
Alister rolled his eyes at the retreating fox, "I would if you wouldn't keep helping to make a mess of them."