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Hello y'all, here's another little one-shot from me, written by me to pass the time, and it was a fun little idea, like all fun little ideas are.

If you have any comments, don't hesitate to drop a comment or two. It'll amuse me and help me to become a better writer. Each comment gets individual amazement from me, generally. Votes, faves and watches are appreciated as well.

Have a nice read!

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So, yeah, they were married now, Murray mused as he reclined in bed, tail looping between his legs under the light sheet covering his lean body while he looked up at the pastel-shaded ceiling and wondered how it felt like to be married to a man.

Their wedding rings were in a neat little ceramic bowl on the nightstand on Randy's side of the bed. The twin bands of silver were together just as they should be, Murray smiled to himself and let his next breath come out as a purr that resonated warmly in his broad chest.

The rings were almost as good as the mortgage they'd signed together, under their joined names, and under Murray's last name they had both adopted, for Abrahams, a mortgage for Mr. and Mr. Abrahams, man and man. They had been proud house owners for three weeks now that the money had been received and well spent on a nice little suburban two-story house that was warm during the cooler nights and didn't get awfully hot when the sun was blazing. There was even a small adjoining greenhouse, and Randy could put his books upstairs to the room with the slanted ceiling, to make for a nice little reading grotto with a window that opened out towards the valley outside.

They had a guest room decorated with blue and green and with nice striped pillows from IKEA, and they had a living room with no television in it, which was fancy, and the television was conveniently placed in the corner room where Murray could work when he had to while at home and not in the office. Randy had hung some sort of a poster reproduction of a painting of a nude male wolf in there to make it look more gay.

Murray smiled more broadly and rubbed his chest and let his ears flicker and listen for the sounds of his mate doing his stuff in the adjoining bathroom. He knew from an earlier glance that the time was 6:35, and that he would have 10 more minutes in bed, during which Randy would finish his washing and he could just catch a few more blissful moments of lying sprawled. Then he'd get up, he smiled, he'd pass a shower-fresh tiger on his way to make them breakfast, and then he'd wash himself and return from the bathroom to smell of coffee and cooking bacon.

Tomorrow he'd let Randy have his extra 15 minutes in bed, and then they'd switch again next day, and then again, and again.

Again was good, Murray smiled and curled his oversized pawtoes while he stretched and purred a little bit more.

The flow of water stopped, replaced by the quiet hum of the hot air dryers. Murray flicked his ears and wondered whether he had underestimated the time he had left for private do-nothing. His cell phone was on the nightstand but just out of paw reach, and it felt like too much of a chore to get out of bet quite just yet.

The bathroom door opened and a tiger stepped out, tall, broad-shouldered, slim-hipped, with a smiling face and a long, swaying tail behind him, going on a pendulous motion even now as its master stood there, framed, and watching the bedbound fellow male with interest. The scent of fresh, cool water hit Murray's nose but he could not pick up Randy's familiar conditioner or the shampoo, and that made his ears flick with curiosity while he openly observed the shape of the male standing about six feet away. His own tail flicked against his semi-hidden paws.

"My turn already?" Murray smiled, tilting his head in cheekiness.

"Definitely," the tiger smiled in return, flashing his teeth.

He approached and reached the bed in two broad, striding steps and was in the air before Murray had the conscious thought of it registered in his mind. The majestic creature that was his husband had become airborne for a brief moment and landed with an unmistakable feline grace onto the bed. He landed on all fours but soon crouched onto his footpaws, his legs wide and his shoulders slung back as he kept his balance on the undulating bed. His eyes were fixed on the slightly widened eyes of the surprised striped cat on the bed, and his smile remained as toothy as ever. His tail swiped the air. An even stronger whiff of the earliest scent reached Murray's nosepad now, mixed with the most familiar scent in the world, his mate's own male musk. It caressed his senses much more than the watery residue from the shower.

The crouching tiger grabbed the corner of the sheet and yanked it off the lying tiger's form in a single movement, exposing all of his striped glory for his beaming eyes, roaming him even while the rumpled cloth finally landed with a soft little sound to the carpeted floor.

"Hey, I'm getting up, I'm getting up!" Murray complained playfully when the relatively cool air of the bed room rushed over him now, replacing the warm blanket of air he had created for himself under the cloth.

"No you're not," Randy declared with a further smile.

Murray had no chance to speak before the tiger had leaped again, this time moving like a frog, making a squatting jump that ended with him landing on top of Murray's legs, lightly, for Randy's knees absorbed the impact of his fall rather than his husband's limbs. The tiger rumbled nonetheless at the sudden intrusion of personal space, his instincts tickled no matter just how familiar the someone doing that might be.

Large paws spread over his belly, stroking up and down on soft, creamy furs while Randy purred and looked down to the newly pinned tiger, that special gleam still in his eyes that went up and down Murray's body, taking him in, all of him. Murray made a playful face and snuffled.

"Well, I seem to be detained...I don't know why, yet, though...", the tiger smirked and reached with a paw to rub his mate's thigh.

"It's fairly simple...," Randy purred, his luxurious body curling into a taunt curve while he was poised on top of his mate, his shoulders slung back while his pawfingers dug to the thick furs. "I want morning cock."

Murray's brow perked upon his mate's words, and he felt a familiar swelling go through his flesh currently hidden from the view in its fuzzy sheath...that was grabbed by an equally familiar paw right about that moment. The tiger could only rumble at the feeling of fingers squeezing over his flesh, his eyes falling closed while his mate touched him in such a familiar way, gentle yet insistent to get what he wanted, and that was clear from the way those pads stroked over his flesh. He might've spent himself well last night, but being subjected to such a teasing touch was nothing short of great when he was feeling lazy and nice and generally very much like a happy cat...and he was purring, too when his cock swelled under his mate's slowly stroking fingertips, making his tail lash out and flick against the seated tiger's back.

Randy smiled toothily as he felt his mate's cock become engorged in his palm, slipping out of it sheath and making its new nest in his eager paw, slowly going up and down the tender barb-enhanced flesh he was keen to sample under his tail in the very near future. The tiger could feel his own cock growing, too, pushed out of its fuzzy containment by the idea of casual morning sex with his not so casual partner, who was already purring under the administrations of the cheeky tiger intent on getting a good dose of tiger spunk up his butt before morning coffee...and to remember the feeling of those thick, prostate-tearing barbs going through his tight little pucker, just when he'd go around doing his business...and nobody else would know but his mate, whose sore balls would remind him of the dirty deed currently being instigated by the tiger eagerly pawing off Murray's impressive feline member.

"Hmmmm....*purrrrr*.... that feels great...," the not so drowsy Murray rumbled as fingertips played with his barbs expertly, making his cock twitch in the grip of those warm fingers and that hot palm.

"You're going to feel better really soooooooon...," Randy slurred happily, getting a spurt of pre over his fingerpads going up and down on his mate's straining erection.

His own cock stood out proudly now, throbbing and hard, as much as the penis he stroked slowly to get him ready for what he had in mind. Murray could simply lay back and enjoy the treatment for the moment, although it was hard to stay still when his mate was giving him such a nice paw-job. Normally he'd been content with just that, and some cuddling, and general ass-grabbing, but this morning his playful Randy had promised something further, and he could hardly wait to get his cock deep into the familiar confines of his mate's striped rump.

Their mutual wish seemed to be ever the more closer when Randy shifted again, moving on his knees so that he was poised over Murray's lap, his paw still held carefully around the pulsing cock expelling more and more watery pre with each pulse of its considerable length in the firm grip. Randy's tail flicked behind him a few times before he shuffled it to the side and grinned toothily, his spare paw spreading over Murray's chest while he leaned over the prone tiger and purred.

"Hmmmm....," the amorous tiger enjoyed watching his mate shudder when he pulled on his pointed penis and stroked the curved tip between the cheeks of his ass, moving its slippery length into the warm crevice of his rump but not letting it yet get closer to its ultimate destination.

"Ahhhhhhhrrmrrmrmrmr...," Murray's eyes widened at the sexy, unconventional feeling of having his cock being used as a living sex toy by his mate whose own hard dick stood out proud and curved, already dripping pre over Murray's heaving belly.

"Ohhhh yesssssshhhh...," Randy's tendency to slur his voice when he was aroused became ever the more prominent while he rubbed the poor tiger's hard tip in the hot, warm crevice of his buttocks, tilting his ass down until he felt that hot flesh push its pulsing length directly in contact with his pucker, smeared with lube in the bathroom in preparation of his dirty bed surprise.

The hot flesh stroked over his muscle, the pink flesh meeting the angry red of the feline penis, the little spikes of the barbs moving smoothly over the taunt flesh that was pulsing with the need to have something pass through the tight gates and into the tiger's hot warmth. Both felines rumbled and purred loudly, almost unable to contain their arousal while Randy teased them for few exquisite moments further before neither could simply take any more. With a loud growl, the lean, beautiful male bore his weight down and simply sat himself onto that spear of flesh, its pointed tip pushed against his anus only momentarily before the fleshy folds opened. The gravity itself helped to join the lovers by the hip, literally, as his weight took the tiger down until his balls were pressed against Murray's fuzzy sheath, his cock having been taken all the way into Randy's warm rump. His legs on both sides of Murray's body trembled, and the slowly panting tiger underneath gripped onto his Randy's thighs, as if to make sure that he would not be going anywhere anytime soon.

The poised tiger leaned back, sitting firmly on Murray's lap and feeling that cock spread his muscles as much as it was pressing into the soft flesh of his prostate, soon to be raked by devious barbs every time he rocked his body back and forth on the hard cock deeply pushed past his anus and into his welcoming rectum. The well-slickened tunnel gripped rhythmically on Murray's member, pulled and tugged by musculature appropriated for the purpose of giving both of them the maximum amount of sexual pleasure. Murray growled deep in his throat and began to meet his mate's motions, using his legs for leverage to drive his hips up to the inviting rump of the tiger sitting on top of him and getting one hell of a ride that seemed almost too energetic for the early morning hour.

Randy had thrown his head back and bucked up and down on the long cock deeply embedded within himself, adding a tilt of his hips on each thrust to add extra pressure into his sensitive prostate. Each push against his sensitive flesh made more pre burst out of his bobbing cock, making more of a mess of both of them and filling the air with the scent of rut, something that only served to inflame their senses ever the more while they had hard, beautiful cowboy sex in their marital bed, even when they were supposed to be having breakfast and generally acting like the responsible adults they were. It only added to the allure of the act, in a way, and they both gave as much as they got, growling, snarling, bucking and twisting, while two tails flailed and smacked the bed in odd angles as they rode out their pleasure without any concern for the outside world.

Murray had the consciousness of the mind to grab his mate's cock, though, after watching it bob unattended in front of his face for the few delirious minutes their lovemaking had already lasted. He reached with a paw and gripped lightly over the flesh, providing something for his mate to thrust into while his natural motion kept his cock slowly stroked by Murray's paw without any extra effort on the fucking tiger's part. Randy purred and moaned and let his hips move even more wantonly than before, the added stroking motion helping to amplify the pleasurable pulsing of tight muscles around Murray's cock as well, still sliding smoothly in and out of the gripping heat of Randy's rectum.

Their ride could not last long, for the big cats were not made for endurance to begin with, but the very spontaneity and intensity of their encounter could not be underestimated either. Randy had the pleasure of coming first, the combined stroking of that paw over his cock and the even bigger member pushing into his tailhole were more than enough to push the sexed tiger over the edge in a glorious spurt of electric energy coursing through his body, making his belly explode with the delightful tension that was his orgasm. The cock inside him made it a deep feeling, coursing deep through his guts rather than simply growing through his cock, and although the rope of cum he shot all over Murray's chest was impressive enough, the real burning was within, deep inside him, as his body gripped the invader still moving intently within him, making sure that the feeling of stimulation inside him would not wane.

The tight convulsions of his body were more than Murray's sex-addled mind could handle by any means-. With a great roar that he only half-heartedly tried to keep back when his own body went taunt and began his release, pulsing through him in a mighty contraction of his toned form, struggling to keep up with the sensation of spending himself so completely within his lover. They clung onto another, shaking and groaning and purring while the air was filled with musk, and heat spread through their bellies when the glorious afterglow kicked in, finally instigating Randy's collapse on top of Murray's sweaty chest. The motion caused Murray's cock to slide out of its fleshy receptacle, followed by a little trickle of pearly white cum flowing out of the tight little bud of muscle still open due to its recent reaming, the hot flow of cum making a mess of Randy's recently bathedm now drained tight ball sac and taint. His tail looped lazily around both of them, seeking more contact between their bodies while they breathed heavily and kissed, slowly, their tongues meeting while they enjoyed the ragged aftermath of a surprise tryst. It was made especially satisfied by the fact that there was no hassle, no hurry, or explanations needed, but there were kisses, and purrs, and smiles, and knowing looks.

It was all fine until a strange gurgling sound filled both of their eyes, making Murray's brow rise and causing Randy to smirk, still nose to nose with his mate.

"That's my belly...I'm really hungry...," the tiger smirked and licked his mate's lips, briefly, just because he could.

Murray snuffled and slapped the tiger's recently fucked rump playfully, more like swatting it for emphasis to his rumbled words.

"So get cooking, it's your turn."

" But I gotta shower again...," Randy smirked.

"It's my turn to shower, I'm rank," Murray snuffled, but knew that the very mention of his bodily odour might have an erotic effect on his mate.

"Let's shower together," Randy winked. "I'll wash your cock if you wash my ass..."

Murray swiped the fellow tiger with his tail and snorted.

"You know where that'll go...," he smiled, helplessly, nonetheless, and stroked his lover's back, slowly.

"I do...," Randy purred.

"Let's go," Murray grinned.

"I left the lube next to the sink," Randy winked.

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