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The door closed behind Kevin. The click of the lock was like the slide lock of a pistol disengaging. Kevin tried to take in the room, but there was a more interesting sight than the standard queen bed with floral top and out of date television. Wesley pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside. Kevin admired his naked chest and belly, the white fur bright against the black on his arms. His nipples were hard, showing through where the fur thinned. Everything was round, soft. His belly sagged under its own weight, but as a solid bubble and not a separate layer of lumpy fat.

Wesley didn't give Kevin any more time for his inspection, unbuckled Kevin's belt with a single tug. Released from the leather and unsupported by the zipper, the button on his fly came undone and his pants spilled open. His by now half-erection still poked through the fly of his boxers. Wesley kissed him on the mouth, a gentle, wispy brush of the lips, and then dropped to his knees.

Kevin peered over his belly at the back of Wesley's head as he felt the panda's breath on his shaft. He swelled to full mast and waited, anticipating the wet warmth of a mouth. It didn't come. There was just the breath.

"Wesley? What're you... oh!"

Wesley pressed his cold nose against Kevin's penis where shaft met scrotum and inhaled. Kevin felt cold air flow past, felt his boxers draw tight against his fur as the air sucked out. Wesley held it in for as long as he could before exhaling through his mouth. He worked his fingers inside the elastic band on Kevin's underwear and drew them and his pants down.

"You smell really good," Wesley said and buried his nose in Kevin's sack again. He flicked his tongue out, dragging it across the underside of his sack until it reached his perineum. Kevin gasped and leaned against the door, unwilling to trust his weight to his knees.

With one hand, Wesley held Kevin's penis up and out of the way, then he turned his head sideways, opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked Kevin's balls into his mouth.

"Haa, ahh," Kevin said, a sudden primal fear from having his tender testes surrounded by sharp teeth overtaking him, but a moment later, the pleasure of Wesley's tongue juggling them up and down as he tasted every millimeter of his scrotum soon overtook that. Kevin tried to dig his claws into the wood of the door, but he kept them too short for that.

"Taste good too," Wesley said when he let them loose again. The cool of air on his wet sack felt good. Wesley ran his tongue along the underside of Kevin's shaft, but let it drop as if he only wanted a taste. Kevin felt lips at the base of his belly, felt the soft fur of Wesley's chin rub pleasantly on his penis.

Wesley took hold of Kevin's penis again, wrapping his thumb and forefinger around the base and the rest of his fingers around his scrotum. He looked up at Kevin and grinned. While massaging his testes, he rubbed the shaft against his chest.

Kevin bit his lip at the feeling of his shaft rubbing against the Wesley's soft fur. He couldn't see it very well over his belly, but he knew he was leaking pre-come because as Wesley dragged him back and forth he felt wet patches. He started moving his hips, to get more stimulation from the furjob. Every time he thrust forward, his belly collided with Wesley's face. Judging from the look on his face, it was not an unwelcome meeting.

After a minute of that, Wesley let go of Kevin's scrotum and put his entire hand to holding Kevin's erection to his chest. Kevin put his hands on Wesley's shoulders, keeping him close. In response, Wesley held his head tight to Kevin's belly, nuzzling the soft flesh behind his fur.

After a further minute, Kevin slowed his thrusts. It felt good, but he knew there were better sensations in the offing. He let go of Wesley's shoulders and took his penis in his own hand. Wesley looked up at him, questioning. Kevin slid his leaking cock across to Wesley's nipple and flicked it back and forth, earning a wince of pleasure.

"Is the inspection over?" Kevin asked.

"Almost, but the last step can wait for a little preparation. My knees aren't too happy right now. That bed look comfortable enough for you?"

In response, Kevin lifted Wesley by his armpits and planted a hard kiss on his lips. His lips parted and their tongues danced. Kevin tasted the alcohol in Wesley's mouth and pulled back.

"Are you sure you're sober enough for this?" he asked.

"If you're worried that there's going to be any buyer's remorse on this end, forget it. I've wanted to do this since I saw your photo in the back of that book."

That was good enough for Kevin. He stepped out of his pants and shoes and then started pulling his shirt over his head, but Wesley stopped him.

"Leave it on for now," he said. He took Kevin by the hand and led him to the bed.

At the edge, he turned back to Kevin and kissed him again, one hand behind his head and the other rubbing his balls. Kevin pushed him back and he fell sprawled across the bed. His belly settled above his pants button and Kevin leaned over to unfasten it. Just as he managed to get it undone and his zipper down, Wesley grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands out from under him.

He fell on top of him, their mouths close.

"Ooof, you're heavier than I thought you'd be," Wesley said.

"Let that be a lesson to you." Kevin kissed him. "Now let me take your pants off."

Kevin rolled to the side and went back to pulling Wesley's pants down. Wesley dived for his exposed cock and as if to make up for the earlier teasing, took it to the root.

"God damn," Kevin gasped, "you must practice a lot." On his side his belly was out of the way and he could watch his penis disappear and reappear. Kevin rested his hand on Wesley's round head and ran his fingers through his fur. He rocked his hips, forcing just a little extra length to Wesley's motion. He felt, more than heard, Wesley moan.

Wesley reached up Kevin's shirt and played with his nipple. Kevin reached down, grabbed the waist of Wesley's pants, and hauled him around until his open fly was easily accessible. Wesley didn't stop sucking on Kevin, but as he reached into his pants, Wesley scooted his groin away.

"What, are you deformed or something? Come back here," Kevin said.

"MM-mm," Wesley said, and wiggled around, keeping Kevin from getting a good grip on anything.

"You brought this on yourself," Kevin said, and rolled on top of Wesley. Using his weight, he held Wesley still so he could relieve him of his pants. He started rolling back onto his side, but Wesley wrapped his arms around his ass and squeezed. Kevin felt his cock go down Wesley's throat, felt him swallow, and forgot for a moment what he was doing.

Wesley stroked his ass cheeks with long, slow strokes, careful to go along with his fur. Kevin spread his legs with the dual purpose of taking some of his weight onto his knees to avoid suffocating Wesley, and to give Wesley better access to his hole. Taking the hint, his strokes got closer and closer.

Kevin abruptly remembered that he'd been doing something. He examined Wesley's package. The uncut shaft was bigger than his was, but not massive. His balls, covered in fine fur, completely unlike Kevin's rough pubes, were held in a tight scrotum. As Kevin's hot breath blew across them, they loosened pleasantly. He brought his nose close and inhaled Wesley's scent. He smelled delicious, like sweat and cum.

He took the exposed flesh and began masturbating him gently. Wesley thrust with his hips, Kevin tightened his grip, moving the foreskin back and forth with every thrust, and every time his head was exposed, Kevin slathered his tongue across it.

Wesley's fingers tickled around the edge of Kevin's anus, then up his perineum to the base of his sack and then back again. Kevin matched his escalation and closed his lips around Wesley's cock. He kept his hand against his mouth and bobbed up and down, twisting his hand as he did.

Wesley's hand pressed into Kevin's belly so he rolled off the panda. His chest heaved, cock-in-throat plus a quarter ton of weight on the chest not being conducive to breathing.

"You alright?" Kevin asked. Wesley responded by clambering over and kissing Kevin on the mouth again.

"Let's get in the shower," Wesley said.

"Sounds good."

Kevin pulled off his shirt and socks, which he was embarrassed to realize he was still wearing, and they headed for the bathroom.

The shower was roomy, more than big enough for the both of them. In a world where your guests range in size from the fairly small to the ultra large, it pays to err towards large.

Wesley pushed the showerhead as high as it would go and tightened it into place well over their heads. Kevin pulled the curtain closed and examined the complimentary soaps and shampoos as Wesley fiddled with the water. He got it to a comfortable temperature and adjusted the spray so that it doused both of them more or less equally. They just stood under it for a while, letting it saturate their coats.

Feeling wet enough, Kevin bent his knees and wrapped his arms around Wesley, cupping his hands under his belly and lifting. His erection nestled between his cheeks and started sawing gently. Wesley looked back at him, Kevin captured his mouth with his, one of the few times his height made things more convenient instead of less. One hand released Wesley's belly and moved up to tweak his nipple.

Wesley sighed into Kevin's mouth, then pulled back to say, "I want you to fuck me."

"I usually bottom."

"I usually top. I gather you don't usually go to bed with men you only just met, so since we're already so far from usual, let's go all the way."

"Anything you want," Kevin said and went back to kissing him. After a minute, Wesley pulled away.

"Not that this doesn't feel nice, but the hot water isn't going to last forever," he said.

"Sure it will. This is a hotel," Kevin said, but he released him and reached for the shampoo. Wesley was quicker and snatched it right from under his hand.

"I get to go first," he said and squirted a generous dollop on his palm.

"You've been going first all night," Kevin said.

"I have a pathological need to please." Wesley built up lather between his hands before going to work on Kevin, starting at his shoulders and working down his chest. He got to his nipples and played with them for a moment before saying, "turn around, please. If I don't do your back first, I'll get all distracted and nothing will get clean."

Kevin obediently turned around. Wesley went right back to washing him, running his hands across Kevin's wide back, digging his fingers into the creases of his love handles. His butt came next after a short pause for Wesley to add more soap to his hands. He soaped up each cheek individually before dropping to his knees and soaping up his legs, thighs to calves to feet and then back up again on the front.

When he reached his groin, he gave a perfunctory fondle of his penis before moving his hand between Kevin's thighs. One hand on the small of his back told Kevin to lean forward. One hand stayed at Kevin's penis, alternating between stroking his shaft and his scrotum, and the other tracing his anal ring with the tip of his finger. Kevin groaned and pressed back, trying to capture Wesley's finger, but the panda switched to rubbing across the hole with the palm of his hand.

"You are a vicious tease," Kevin said and then abruptly stood straight. "I'm clean enough. Your turn."

"But I haven't washed your belly yet."

"Tough." Kevin turned around and squirted shampoo onto his hands. He started washing Wesley's head. Wesley tried to stand, but Kevin held him down.

"Nu-uh," he said, "not until I've washed behind your ears."

Wesley found himself staring at Kevin's crotch, his penis hard and leaning to the left. Most of the soap on it was gone by now. He leaned forward and filled his mouth.

"That's better," Kevin said and he scratched behind Wesley's ear as if rewarding a dog. Wesley growled, playing along. With nothing left to wash that he could reach, he finished the job Wesley neglected and soaped his belly. All the while, he rocked his hips gently and Wesley held onto his buttocks.

Wesley suddenly flung himself backwards. "Pleh, pluh, peh," he spat, "soap."

Kevin stepped back, letting more of the stream land on Wesley to rinse off his head. He cracked one eye to see Kevin.

"Can I get up now, Daddy?"

"If I was your daddy, I'd be spanking you for being naughty," Kevin said, "not feeding you treats. Up."

Kevin held Wesley under his arms as he stood in the slippery shower. He lost his footing once, almost bringing Kevin down with him, but together they managed not to die.

They kissed again and Wesley pulled Kevin tight. Their tongues reacquainted themselves and Kevin felt around under Wesley's belly until he found his erection and started stroking. Wesley groaned, his knees buckled, and Kevin found himself holding him up. He stopped stroking and pulled back from the kiss.

"Why'd you stop?" Wesley asked as he retook his footing.

"Really?"

Kevin washed Wesley's chest and belly more quickly than he would have liked, but the ache in his groin egged him on. He pulled Wesley close again for more kissing and to wash his back, then, still holding him, dropped to his knees.

He eyed his cock, but covered in soapy runoff, it made it an unappetizing dish. He washed Wesley's legs. By the time he was finished, the soap had rinsed away and he gave it a quick suck, but only a quick one.

"Turn around," he said.

"Why?"

"Why do you think?" Kevin added more soap to his hands as Wesley presented his wide white rear. He soaped the cheeks first, then over to his black hips and up to his white love handles before telling him to bend over. He did, and put his hands against the wall. The position naturally spread his cheeks and Kevin saw his anus for the first time.

It was black of course, to match his skin, and puckered tight like it had never let anything out much less in. Kevin soaped his crack, slowly moving towards the prize.

"When you say you usually top, how usually is usually?"

"Uh, always, since I was sixteen. I bottomed my first time."

"What makes me so special that you want me to be the first one in here," Kevin rubbed at his pucker, giving Wesley a shiver, "in fifteen years?"

"You remind me of somebody," Wesley said between pants. Kevin pressed one soapy fingertip into his hole, slowly and as gently as he could. It was very reluctant to open and Kevin wound up using more force than he would have liked, but if it caused Wesley any pain he gave no sign.

"Your first?" Kevin asked.

"No." Kevin allowed his finger to slip out of Wesley. Wesley pressed back, trying to find the missing digit again. "Don't tease me," he said, "please."

"I'm not teasing. You're tighter than a timpani. If I don't go slow you'll tear and believe me, that is not something you want."

"I'm not made out of tissue paper. I don't mean to be crude, but I do shit, you know, and not cute little pellets." After a moment, he added, "And timpani is plural."

"This is hardly the time to be pedantic, don't you agree?" Kevin asked, pressing his fingertip back into Wesley. His free hand snaked between the panda's legs and found his cock rock hard. He squeezed it and Wesley sighed.

"You're right," he said, "you are so right. Don't stop."

"You ain't felt nothing yet," Kevin said. He let go of Wesley's penis, caught a handful of water and splashed it on Wesley's undercarriage.

"What're you--"

"Step forward a bit and bend your knees," Kevin said as he sat on his butt. Wesley did as he was told, the water now ran straight down his back and through his crack. Kevin took a deep breath, put his nose directly under Wesley's tail where it was protected from the running water, and pressed his tongue against his tail hole.

"Holy fuck!" Wesley said. Kevin felt his pucker flex under his tongue.

"First time?"

"Yeah, I--" Kevin put his tongue back and Wesley forgot what he was saying. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth, lightly and quickly at first, then slower with more pressure. Wesley's sphincter relaxed enough for Kevin to press his tongue inside.

"Oh, shit," Wesley said, and it squeezed tight again, forcing his tongue out. Kevin backed off with longer licks that traced from the base of his scrotum to the base of his tail. After a few of those, he concentrated on the sphincter again with hard, insistent presses of the tongue. It opened for him again and he slowly worked his tongue in and out.

Wesley's legs shook. Kevin traded his tongue out for his finger, which went in to the second knuckle without trouble. He moved his finger in and out a few times.

"We need lube," Kevin said, "spit's not going to cut it."

"I've got some."

"Good. Let's go get it." Kevin gave Wesley a pat on the rump.

Wesley turned off the shower and shook like a dog to get the worst of the water off. It caught Kevin by surprise, he barely had time to turn his head and close his eyes before the stinging droplets hit him.

"Sorry," Wesley said. Kevin opened his eyes again and looked up at the sheepish panda. "Reflex."

Kevin shook his head as the panda climbed out of the tub and started toweling off. Kevin pulled himself to his feet with some difficulty due to the slippery surface. He did his own shake and toweling before following Wesley out of the bathroom into the dryer anteroom. Kevin watched the panda pass through to his luggage, rummage around for a moment, and come back with a bottle of lube. He handed it to Kevin.

"I don't want you tightening up again, turn around," Kevin said.

"Wait a second," Wesley said, and went to the bed. He threw back the coverlet and took two of the pillows off the bed. Back in the dryer, he dropped them on the floor. "One for you, one for me," he said before kneeling on one. He leaned forward and crossed his arms under him, giving Kevin full access to his upturned rump.

Kevin glanced at the lube and grimaced. It was fine lube, but it tasted like old socks. He set it aside for the moment, pulled Wesley's cheeks farther apart, and buried his face in them. He lapped away to the tune of Wesley's gasps.

The smell of wet fur, hot metal and arousal filled the room. Kevin closed his eyes and concentrated on his tongue. He swiped up and down, then side to side before narrowing the tip into a spear and wiggling it straight into his hole. After a few minutes of that, it gave no resistance to his tongue.

He sat back on his haunches and picked up the lube. He dropped a generous dollop just below Wesley's tail and another on his fingers. He rubbed his fingers together until they were well coated, and pressed his index finger into Wesley. He worked it in and out, adding lube when he felt it was getting sticky. Soon it was ready for another finger.

"Tell me if it starts to hurt or if I'm going too fast," Kevin said as he added his middle finger. Wesley grunted. "I won't think any less of you if you want to stop."

"I think I'm going to need to do this more often," Wesley said. Kevin smiled and added more lube and a few moments later, another finger. Two fingers in, he started hunting for Wesley's prostate. A sound halfway between a gasp and a grunt told him when he found it.

"Fuck me, that feels good," Wesley said.

Kevin pulled his fingers completely free, then pressed them back in until his palm touched Wesley's sack. There was no resistance. He added a third finger and yet still more lube.

The fur on Wesley's scrotum was slicked down with lube runoff. Kevin used his free hand to massage his balls and stroke his shaft alternately. A long string of precum was hanging off his cockhead.

His hole was ready. If it weren't for the unappetizing lube, Kevin might have taken a moment to really blow Wesley's mind and give his prostate a tongue lashing, instead he started lubing up his cock.

"We're dry enough and you're ready," Kevin said, "let's move onto the bed. You're going to want to be really comfortable."

Wesley grabbed the pillows and tossed them onto the bed. Kevin noticed he was walked a little bowlegged.

"You alright?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah, I just feel a little funny with all that lube down there. Almost like I had an accident or something."

"You sure know how to make sexy talk, don't you?"

"Back or belly?" Wesley asked when they reached the bed.

"It's up to you," Kevin said, "I'd like to see your face, but you might find it easier the other way."

Wesley gave it a moment's thought and got on his knees in the center of the bed. Kevin climbed up behind him. He checked Wesley with two fingers to make sure he was still loose, stroked himself a few times to make sure he was hard enough, and carefully lined them up. He pressed the head of his cock to Wesley's entrance.

"Come on, Daddy, put it in," he moaned and pressed back. Kevin slipped into his tightness. He felt him stretch around him. Wesley tried to force it all in at once, but Kevin had a firm grip on his rump and wouldn't let him go faster than he thought was safe.

"I can't wait anymore, Daddy, just fuck me." Wesley wiggled his hips. Kevin winced and slapped him firmly on the butt.

"All good things come to those who wait," he said. He continued his slow sink. He still wanted to be cautious. The last thing he wanted was to hurt him.

As if reading his thoughts, Wesley spoke again. "Please, I just want to feel all of you, Daddy. I can take it, I'm a big boy."

Kevin frowned at his cutesy tone of voice. That was the third time he'd called him Daddy in as many sentences. Had he just been inserted into a fantasy?

"Wesley?" he said.

"Call me Wes, please Daddy."

"I'm not your Dad," Kevin said flatly. He could feel himself going soft. He didn't like the idea that Wesley was more interested in getting it on with some fantasy father figure than with him. Roleplaying and fantasy was all well and good, but he preferred it to come at a point after they had established who they were. At such an early point, he couldn't be sure there was anything to Wesley's attraction to him other than a fetish.

"Huh?" Wesley asked, looking back.

"Stop calling me Daddy. You're creeping me out."

"You are killing this," Wesley said.

"You were killing it first. I appreciate that I'm twenty years older than you are and I like books like your dad, but--"

"Woah, wait a second there," Wesley turned around and sat up, "you think I'm living some kind of incestuous fantasy?"

"Well," Kevin said, suddenly unsure of his conclusion, "well, at dinner you mentioned you didn't think your Dad loved you that much, and then my age, you said I reminded you of someone, you started calling me 'Daddy' and getting kind of cutesy..."

"Dude, you're pushing fifty. You're a daddy. You were topping me. I didn't mean anything weird by it. It's like calling somebody 'baby'. If I called you that would you think I was living some fucked up pedophile fantasy? And anyway, even if my dad didn't hug me enough, that wouldn't mean I'd want him to fuck me. God damn it, Kevin."

He swung his legs off the bed and looked at the window blinds. Kevin sank onto his butt and gathered up his knees under his chin.

"I'm sorry, I didn't... shit." Kevin said.

"Oh, no, you did that alright, all over the mood."

They sat in silence for a while. The lube on Kevin's hand started to dry and crack, his shrunken penis was glued to his belly and thigh by the same. Finally, he straightened out and stood up. The bed creaked and Wesley looked back.

"I'm going to go," Kevin said, one thumb jerking behind his head by its own volition. He went to the bathroom first and washed off the lube. He dried himself with one of the discarded towels on his way back to the bedroom. Wesley was sitting with his legs on the bed when he came back.

"You don't have to go," he said. Kevin saw his half-engorged penis peeking out from under his belly. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't..." Kevin trailed off as he searched for the words, "there was a moment, you know? I popped the bubble and now it's gone." Wesley nodded, his lips pursed wryly to the side. "I could blow you, if you like, but I think I'm done for the night. Maybe the month. Fuck, I'm an idiot."

Kevin found his pants and underwear by the door and thrust his legs into both at once.

"No," Wesley said with a sigh, "I get you."

Kevin pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. He had to search for his shirt and found it halfway under the bed near the headboard. Wesley watched him move around the room. Kevin's ears twitched. He found four socks together by the bathroom door. They both wore the same brand and style. He picked two at random and forced them on his feet, though they were still damp and resisted his effort.

He sat down on the bed to put his shoes on. He felt Wesley move around behind him, felt the panda's hands on his shoulders and his lips on his cheek. Kevin looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

"It was just a simple misunderstanding," Wesley said. Kevin was aware of his hardness digging into the fat on his back, but it had no effect on him. "Don't beat yourself up over it, alright? Maybe we'll get another chance to do this and we won't fuck it up, I mean, we're going to try to write together to please the boss, aren't we?"

"Yeah," Kevin said, but he wasn't sure he really meant it. He could feel the familiar weight of depression on his shoulders. At the moment, nothing sounded worth doing. He stood up. "I'm sorry Wesley," he said.

"Call me Wes. I think putting your tongue in my ass at least buys you that."

Kevin smiled weakly and made for the door. Wesley's fingers trailed down his back.

"I mean it," Wesley said as he opened the door, "I'm going to go all the way with you. You're too rich a prize to give up that easily."

Kevin gave a little wave as he stepped out the door. It closed behind him and he let himself fall back on it. He let out a big breath and shook his head.

Well, shit.

As he drove home, he went over the night in his head and tried to remember every aspect of it, no matter how seemingly trivial. Had he overreacted to imagined evidence? It had seemed so clear, so obvious at the time, but the more he thought about it, the murkier it became.

Why did he react the way he did, to make an accusation on so little evidence that couldn't help but kill the mood? Was he sabotaging himself? The idea that Trista was influencing his actions was sickening.

He gritted his teeth against the thought. No. She did not taint him, she did not damage him to the point where he couldn't even be intimate with someone without subconsciously fucking it up. He was his own man and made his own decisions based on his own rationality, he was not the prisoner of a battered psyche.

He pulled into his apartment building's parking lot. He found his space. It was usually well lit, being directly under the light, but the light was out and so he parked in a well of darkness. The next light was almost twenty spaces away. He slammed his door and activated the alarm. He headed for the building. As soon as he stepped into the light, he heard a voice.

"Dr. Stair?" It was a familiar voice. It sent shivers down his spine. He turned towards it, peering into the darkness. A shape lurched towards him, wide, hulking despite its short stature. Kevin found himself taking a step back.

Charlie stumbled out of the darkness, one arm cradled close to his body. The right side of his face was swollen and purple.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be here," he limped forward a step, "but I don't have anywhere else..." his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed. Kevin rushed forward to catch him.