Ocean Depths part 15
#15 of Ocean Depths
Ocean Depths 15
By Roofles
The bed was decorated as much as the living room had been. The room cleaned up as hastily as the living room had been. The gray lavender sheets pulled back. Flower petals were sprinkled across the whole bedspread, along the floor and around the bed where several candles burned safely in little glass bulb shaped hubs. In the middle of the bed were several heart shaped pillows; tucked amongst them was an otter dollar from Build-A-Friend. The plush otter was curled around a large heart that read in white letters. "I feesh you."
"What the hell does that mean?" Lucas asked pointing at the otter on the bed, amused.
"What?" Carlson poked his head in looking around the room before his eyes rested on the otter plush. He had been grinding against Lucas the whole time. "It's cute isn't it?"
"You feesh me?" Lucas asked looking up at him quizzically, the otter wrapping a paw around his waist.
"Yeah." Carlson said walking over, his paw sliding off him, and taking a seat on the bed. Taking the plush in paw he handed it to him. "I feesh you." He said with a goofy smile.
"Thanks?" Lucas took the otter plush in his hands. It felt warm to the touch, and with the distinct musky tinged of the otter sitting on the bed.
"I saw that and had to buy it. And buy I mean make, 'cause it's more special that way." Carlson smiled up at him innocently before leaning over and taking off the sandals he wore, stretching his toes, the webbing between them spreading in turn. "I had it in my boxers for a while to make sure it had the right scent to it."
Lucas blushed pulling it away from his face. "Why?"
"Can't have you smelling any other otters." Carlson replied neatly laying back on the bed. "And why not?"
"And the bed spread?" Lucas asked looking around it. His eyes spying the lube on the side table. A black bottle with stripes of blue and yellow lightning on it, 'extra fast pre-warming lubrication spread' it read.
"I knew you'd cave." Carlson smiled before quickly raising his paws defensively. "I'm joking. Teasing! Please don't hate me." He whined. "Please sleep with me."
Lucas took a seat still holding the otter plush. It really was cute. Too cute even. He took another smell of it, before setting it aside. "You're on thin ice." Lucas said coldly but the flash of a smile betrayed him.
"Luckily I'm an otter then. I can just swim." Carlson snickered rolling on his side and pulling Lucas over to him nosing him. "You like the smell, yesh?" He teased sniffing him as he nosed. "I like your smell."
"I'm not much of a musk kind of guy." Lucas laughed as his whiskers brushed his skin.
Carlson pulled away a bit looking at him with half closed eyes. "So tell me then. What 'are' you into, hm?" He bumped noses again rubbing it back and forth, giving him Eskimo kisses.
"Well I do have this thing for an otter I know," Lucas closed his eyes rubbing back. Carlson brushed his lips across his before pulling back, laying across the bed again looking at him the whole time.
"Stripping maybe?" The otter asked pulled his shirt up a bit showing off his belly. Lucas laughed sliding over and rubbing a hand across that thick brown fur, loving the feel of that soft under layer. Carlson rolled his feet leaning back as those fingers scratched his belly. Carlson stretched, bumping his head against the wall next to the bed.
"Oof," he rubbed his head before turning back to him with that goofy grin. "What about paws?" He teased putting one up in his face, wiggling his webbed toes.
Lucas took the paw, pulling it down out of his face before giving it a massage. Rubbing each webbed digit, each pad all the way down to the heel. "Not really, but I think you do."
Carlson blushed, the insides of his ears turned that reddish hew again. He looked down at him with taking his other hind paw and rubbing his shoulder. "Only a teeny bit," he grin. "I dated this hyena one time and man was he into paws, like you wouldn't believe! An-," Carlson clamped his muzzle shut catching the look Lucas gave him. "Please don't hate me." He whined. "Please sleep with me," he said in that pouty voice making Lucas smile.
"I've never had a thing for paws." Lucas ignored the mention of the ex, letting it slide. He took the paw and brought it up enough to kiss his big toe. "I don't even know what to do." He kissed the next toe, each wiggling as he held it, as he went down the line. The curve of the foot cupping his face.
"It involves a bit of licking too," Carlson mumbled self-consciously not looking at him.
Lucas licked his lips hesitantly. Gulping as he opened his mouth, letting his tongue slide up the padded toe. A shiver running up the leg he held. Again he did it to the next toe, forcing himself not to gag afterwards. He held it rather well to his surprise; he didn't exactly enjoy it though. Carlson didn't even notice just laying back and closing his eyes. He rubbed his paw against his face again, enjoying the simple feel of it against his foot. He took another deep breath before letting it out.
"I'm so glad I met you." Carlson mumbled as his next toe was licked.
Lucas moved back licking between the big toe and second toe, the webbed flesh tasting almost rubbery as it stretched. He didn't reply, as he kissed his foot before setting it down and going to the other that had lifted the second the first touched the bed. He swallowed a bit trying not to taste the taste of it as he licking the big toe, between and proceeded to the next with a bit more gusto. More than happy after he finished setting it down, glad to be done.
The otter legs were opened for him. That muzzle looking down at him with a soft smile. "Thank you." Carlson said. "I'll have to train you better though." He wiggled his toes.
Lucas rolled his eyes as he scooted between his legs. "It was a Valentine's present." He said blushing as he rolled his tongue around in his mouth trying to get the taste out. His hand trailed up the inner side of his thigh along the fur, teasingly going in his shorts before coming back out to cup the otter's groin a bit. "I prefer otter over toes, though." He smiled, doing his best to mimic the otter from before. Nosing down and bumping the otter's groin with his nose. Having to get a lot closer than the otter had to, making him feel rather foolish shoving his face in his groin.
Carlson looked down his long body at him between his legs and laughed. "Fuck, you're too cute." He growled deeply, that rumble in his chest again. A leg wrapped around his lower back pulling him a bit closer. "What are you waiting for then, hm?" He licked the side of his muzzle watching him.
Even through the shorts Lucas could feel the heat radiating from his groin, that musky tinged stronger than he ever smelt before. He swallowed, before bending down and nosing it again not really sure of where to go from here. That smell was getting to his head, making things fuzzy. He barely realized his surroundings as his eyes glazed over, his teeth clenched the zipper and pulling it down. Undoing the button required hands which brought him back to his senses.
The otter was all too willing to lift his waist for him as he slid the shorts down, the otter kicking them off to the sid. Carlson had black fish pattern boxers on that formed perfectly to his body, the bulging sheath finely outlined in them. "Really?" Lucas laughed looking at the boxers. Carlson adjusted himself a bit.
"I feesh you?" He cocked his head to the side.
"You're horrible," Lucas laughed rubbing his hands up his sides again. Those tone thighs flexed at his touch. "Nervous?"
"You can't even imagine." Carlson shifted, scratching his chest breaking eye contact.
"I'm between your legs," Lucas said flatly. "I don't think I could get any more nervous."
"What's to be nervous about," Carlson forced a smile his ears twitching. "You just...you know," he rolled his paw as if to continue.
Lucas looked down that defined chest even through that thick fur he could make out the muscles, past his surprisingly pudgy belly and to the red rimmed black boxers. The swelling hadn't gone done; the tight cloth shaped him perfectly through the tight fabric. He brushed a hand across, tracing the shape with a finger feeling the spongy fur flesh of the sheath and the harder swelling bulge inside. Carlson shifted again, rolling his eyes back and looking up at the ceiling. Lucas swallowed again, bending down. The heat and smell was stronger than ever as he took his tongue and pushed roughly against that fabric along the sheath, the otter legs tensed before going limp the knees rolling outwards.
"Fabric. Cutting off. Circulation." Carlson pleaded forming each syllable in that fake whiney voice.
Lucas was all too happy to oblige the trapped otter. Sticking a thumb in the elastic band and pulling back before sliding them down. Carlson hips rising with them as they slid off, the groin breathing fresh air. The smell overwhelming, the heat overpowering and the only thing he could think of to do was to shove his face into it. Licking up the base again, feeling the otter's manhood pulsing within. Reaching the top opening he forced his tongue inside, scooping it out before licking back in.
Carlson rolled his paws as his delicate sheath was entered, that warm breath washing over his groin as saliva stringed between the opening and Lucas's mouth. Carlson groaned louder having to roll his sheath back manually for the tip to breath, getting coated in saliva, pre already forming at the tip. Lucas edged back as he swallowed the drop of salty sticky fluid. Bitter and salty and bland, yet he wanted more. That taste washing over his tongue and down his throat.
His hand curled around the base of his sheath pulling it back a bit more, more of the otter spilling forth into his curly groin fur, the tip still leaking. Lucas kept rubbing as he bent his head down to the base again, licking at it. Getting a good lung full of that musky odor in the process. It was different; the fuzzy hairy sack had a slight sweat to it as he took one into his mouth, rolling it around before going to the next. Letting them roll out his mouth he went back to the dark fleshy exposed otter. Licking up the base and along its girth to the tip, cleaning it of pre.
A paw rubbed the back of his head before resting on his shoulder and pushing him back a bit. "And you thought I was horny," the otter growled with a large grin. He nosed down nuzzling the nape of his neck. "We have all night, no need to rush."
Lucas blushed as that muzzle rubbed under his chin, the whiskers sweeping across his exposed throat. Carlson put his other paw on his shoulder pushing him onto his back, climbing on top. His muzzle pressed down against him. Lucas could hear his ragged breaths against his ear as the otter pulled his shirt off him. Already undoing and sliding his pants and boxers down the next second in one clean pull. Carlson lay against him pressing down as he nipped at his neck. He slurped along his throat before kissing it roughly, gnawing and pulling back leaving another hicky.
Carlson growled down at him, his eyes half closed clouded over with lust. He kissed him roughly, his tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Lucas pushed back, wrapping his arms around him as their tongues danced. Carlson was a lot rougher than before, kissing him over and over, licking his cheek and rubbing against him while grinding the whole time. His long body keeping their groins from touching but that thick warm fur rubbed against him in all the right ways as Carlson pressed down on him. Lucas moaned as Carlson gave him another hicky on his chest as his body pressed against him again.
The otter nipped at his nipple, licking it roughly pulling the skin along with it. He nuzzled him again, his paws holding his arms back above his head. He nuzzled against his cheek, an otter chirp escaping him. "Lucas," he growled licking his lower lip, biting it softly and pulling back before kissing him.
Lucas could feel Carlson's hands clawing the bed as they held his arms, the otter's tail thumping from side to side. The air reeked of that thickening musk as he grinded against him again. His paws letting go, those dull blunt claws sliding down his sides and back up to rub his chest as he kissed him. Those webbed paws massaged his chest rubbing up to his shoulder and wrapping around his neck.
Carlson pulled back into a sitting positioned, dragging Lucas along with him until he was sitting in his lap. The otter nuzzled him, his body having to curve for him to sit in his lap and for his muzzle to be able to nuzzle him. He humped up against him, the otter's length rubbing along his back side.
"What happened to having all night?" Lucas smiled kissing his neck making the otter stretch. He kissed and licked the thick fur, chewing on the skin underneath. "Your leaking," Lucas laughed with a grin, as that slickening shaft rubbed up and down his backside.
"I got plenty in me," Carlson growled licking along his own teeth. He nipped at his ear, breathing heavily, humping up roughly once more making Lucas groan as the otter pressed against him, grinding his own hard cock between their bodies.
Carlson rolled back, still holding him as he stretched along the bed, his toes and tail stretching long. "I'm being good," he whined humping against him again.
Lucas only came up to his chest at his full length, still sitting in his lap. His legs were a bit longer than the otters though. He lay across the otter, the otter still grinding against his rump. Lucas kissed his thick furred chest; kissing several times before finding a nipple and licking it.
"Lucas," Carlson whined humping again. "I need you." He huffed, breathing heavily. "I want you so bad."
Lucas kissed his neck again, and the side of his muzzle. He looked down his muzzle into his sparkling blues and smiled. "Let me grab the lube." Carlson kissed him, rolling him over. Continuing their kiss as his paw blindly searched the side table for the canister, his webbed fingers sliding along the smooth metal bottle, the can falling off the bed.
"Sheeet." Carlson wined loudly humping the bed.
Lucas kissed him. "I'll get it," he rolled over as the otter pushed off of him. The can had only fallen a foot or so away from the bed. As his hand grabbed it he felt a cold wet nose press against his tail bone. Hot breathed washed against him. A tongue licking an ass cheek, the otter biting it the next second making him jump.
Strong paws held him as Carlson positioned himself behind, sliding his dark thick length up his crack. The presoaked cock sliding back down. "Lube," Carlson huffed reaching a paw out which Lucas hesitantly gave him.
The otter didn't even bother using his paws, just flicking the canister open and squirting a large drop onto his tail bone. He tossed the can aside as he scoop up the thick clear liquid rubbing it between his webbed fingers, already feeling it warming up. Down the inside of one cheek and up the other, Carlson licking his lips the whole time as he looked down at him; half off the bed. Swirling his index finger around his rim, Carlson stuck the finger in making Lucas tense. He could feel him tighten around his finger. He wiggled it, pushing it a bit more in.
"Lucas," Carlson pushed his finger a bit deeper in, the webbing keeping his finger from going any farther in. "This is going to hurt at first."
"I'm not exactly a virgin you know," Lucas mumbled embarrassed, though Carlson just ignored him.
"I'll take it slow at first. But after that no promises...a-and," the otter breathed heavily. "C-can I not use a condom?" He swallowed, already wanting to mount him.
Lucas flushed looking back at him, those sparkling blues watching him. "I don't have anything and if you don't. I-I don't want anything between us." Carlson said looking at with pleading eyes. Lucas could see the otter cock jump, a bit more pre leaking down its tip.
He had never 'not' used a condom before. It would be his first time without one. Lust clouded any reason; wanting to feel the otter and only the otter he nodded up at him. Carlson eyes lit up as he positioned himself, the tip trailing down until it brushed his hole. He licked his teeth again as he gave that first initial push. Lucas's toes curling as the fat head forced its way in.
It had been a while and it showed as he was stretched. That sharp pain shooting up his spine making his teeth clench. Carlson slid a bit more in, stopping a half inch more in. He was letting him adjust but that tight hole squeezed the life out his head and it felt great, it had been a while for him and he was going to take all the bent up need and desire on him. A deep rumble escaped his chest as he rolled his head back slowly guiding the rest of him in,pushing past any resistant at a slow, measured pace. His paws gripping his thighs tighter, the claws drawing specs of blood as he pulled him back into his groin as he slowly plunged his whole into him.
A rumbled growl escaped him as he hilted. He leaned across his back wrapping his arms around his chest and pulling him back into that sitting position like before, holding him tightly with his arms, still hilted inside. He nuzzled his neck, as he pull back, giving a good hump into him. Lucas still clenched his teeth; his eyes closed shut breathing through his nose.
"Luc, you feel better than I could even dream." Carlson growled against the back of his neck. He licked it and along the side before nuzzling it and breathing heavy. One of his paws sliding down his chest and wrapping around Lucas's painfully hard cock. He stroked it up to the hilt, rubbing the pre around with his finger. "Oh, my sweet man. You like this?" He rumbled against him. "I aim to please."
Lucas leaned back letting out a large breath, nodding. He wrapped a hand around Carlson's paw that held him. "Carl," he panted. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" He smiled as pleasure was pumped into him as Carlson pulled back before humping again.
"Cause," Carlson practically purred against his back. "Good things are worth waiting for." 'Plus so many fucking things got in the way' he wanted to say but held his tongue, cuddling against him not wanting to ruin this moment.
Carlson nudged him. Wanting to see the look on his face he pulled out a bit, slowly turning Lucas around. Carlson having to push back in every few seconds to the hilt nearly sliding off as he turned him, finally face to face. Carlson nuzzled him, slowly pressing all the way back in, licking his bare chest as he did so. "You're so pretty," Carlson nuzzled again.
Lucas wrapped his legs around him the best he could. Leaning back as Carlson kissed his chest pumping into him again, and again. The otter rocked him back as his pace began to quicken. Pulling back and then humping back in. The two wrapped their arms around each other, Carlson brushing the side of his face with a paw before kissing him and humping back in. He leaned him back on to the bed, still kissing him, having to curve his back as he pushed back in again.
Each hump was pure ecstasy for Lucas, as he was fucked by the large male. Carlson breathed against him, huffing as he quickened his pace, kissing him between thrusts. "Lucas," he growled biting his neck and shoulder. "Oh, Luke!" He growled holding on.
Lucas moaned leaning his head back as the otter gnawed on his neck. With each push his own hard member sliding up Carlson belly against the fur, that soft under fur rubbing all the right spots as the large otter pumped into him.
It wasn't long for him to feel the building need and urge, as he did his best to hump against him into that thick fur. Trying to match his rhythm. Carlson would pull back and Lucas would hump up, pushing down as Carlson humped in again. Pleasure pouring through his body again and again. He didn't even have time to warn him as his body clenched tightly around the otters large shaft making him whined after another deep thrust. Lucas emptying himself on his belly, messing up that fur as Carlson pulled against the tightness and pumped one more time into him.
The tightening around him was enough to make Carlson cave as he sunk into him again. He humped faster and harder, holding his shoulder with his teeth as he humped, pumped, thrusted and pushed into him. Grabbing his thighs and forcing him down as hard as he could, thrusting into him one last time as he moaned loudly as that welling volcano exploding its creamy white magma into him.
It only lasted several seconds but its felt like minutes as he held his thighs tightly against him, still breathing heavily, teeth clenched on his shoulder. His ragged breath spilling from his maw as he held him motionlessly, just breathing against him, living in the glorified aftermath of it all.
"Y-you can stop biting me now," Lucas laughed, exhausted. He'd be sore in the morning that was for sure. Adjusting his hips, which only made him groan a bit in pain and pleasure alike, he rubbed his face against the otter still biting him..
Carlson blinked a few times before letting go of his shoulder, his ears folded back as a whined escaped his lips. He licked the spot where he had drawn blood. He humped instinctively back in when Lucas tried to pull back. "Don't," Carlson looked at him with those big apologizing eyes not meaning for that last one. "L-let's just stay, like this for a bit longer."
"I don't think this is a good sleeping position." Lucas winced with a smile as the otter adjusted himself, leaning his weight from his one knee to the other.
Carlson nodded, taking Lucas's leg and turning him back over a bit rougher than he meant. He hugged him apologetically as he winced at the change. Holding him tightly he fell to their side on the bed. He humped again feeling himself getting a bit softer. "Is this better?"
"Not exactly what I had in mind," Lucas mumbled. He could feel the otter chest pressing against his back, his belly curved back as his groin pressed into him. That muzzle rested on the side of his neck, angled down his heavy breath washing over his chest where several hickies had been added to it.
"Lucas," Carlson mumbled, rubbing his cheek against his. "I'm glad I found you." His paws held his hands as his legs curled around his. The otter grabbing blindly for one of the blankets edges before pulling it over them.
Lucas rested back against the silken pillow and closed his eyes, feeling the otter give him another soft hump. "Me too... Carlson, I don't want to go to work tomorrow." He mumbled sleep beginning to take him. Exhausted in these all too perfect settings, he was barely able to keep himself from falling asleep right there and then. It was so warm in this bed with Carlson, the air hung with that musk and the otter's body pressing ever more against him as he slowly slipped out.
"You're not leaving anytime soon." Carlson mumbled breathing several times against him. "I love your scent. Lucas, I..." He pulled back as the rest of him slipped out, looking down at the sleeping man. He couldn't help but smile looking at him, nuzzling his face he whispered the words he wouldn't be able to hear. "I love you." Falling asleep next to him, holding him tightly in his arms.