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The young man's hand idled atop the group of wires in front of him. His eyes traced over the long, winding network of cables, a soft mumble leaving his lips before he leans back in his chair. Damion lifts his hand up, eyeing over his watch before quickly adopting a warm smile.

"Three-fifty," He says to himself, soon rising to his feet and picking up the tools he had laid out, neatly stowing them away in the yellow and black tool box set up at his side. It was almost time for his shift to end, his heart always adopting a little flutter at this time of day, the prospect of hours of free time and leisure sitting just fine with him. It was only better that it was Friday, and the man's hand would rub the back of his head as he'd stretch his neck out with a pleasant, relieved sigh. Damion closes the box, clamping it shut before he walks along the aisle way that ran by his table, taking a left between two large rows of boards that were set up on stands to keep them in a comfortable position to be routed and fabricated. His eyes trail up and down the rows. The plant was generally pretty vacant at this hour, especially since many of his fellow employees had been moved upstairs, a new project taking quite a bit of everyone's attention. The wire harnesses that were assembled there were installed into the machinery at Pokemon Centers - most notably the machine used for healing so many trainer's beloved team members on their journeys to conquer the Elite Four.

It was only a minute before the man reaches his locker, leaning down on one knee to eye over the label that bore his name in the very far bottom right corner before he pulls his key from his pocket. He slides it into the groove of the padlock that secured the compartment, opening it and withdrawing his things before closing it again and heading back to his desk - taking his time in doing so. He was in no rush considering he had ten minutes worth of clean-up time allotted to him. He closes the lock properly on his toolbox, looking at his watch again before realizing he had a solid five minutes left. He sighs. The male simply sits down at his desk again, eyeing the few other individuals that were planning to work overtime before he shakes his head. Not today, he thought. He needed to relax.

As the bell finally sounds he reaches for the number pad set up upon the pillar near his table, punching in his badge number and signing out for the day. It was a tedious routine, but a required one, his feet taking him down the main aisle that led to the large double-doors at the back of the facility, pushing them out to the sides as other people would exit alongside him, their shifts ending as well.

"Finally," He mumbles to himself, taking a few steps down to the ground as he'd tread across the pavement of the parking lot. Lucky for Damion, his home was only a short walk's distance away, so he had no need for a car. He'd quickly make his way around the corner of the building before coming upon the visitor's entrance, pressing the button that would signal the gate to open momentarily, enough time for him to exit. It was with that that he walks along the sidewalk, eyes peering up at the bright sun and the rather clear blue skies that hung over head. It was a rather lovely day, he thought to himself, despite the intense heat that summer always brought with it. Not that he wasn't used to the heat - quite the contrary.

Damion's eyes trace across the road, having a clear path over the crosswalk as he passes to the next block: his own. He hurriedly makes his way past the familiar homes and houses that would idle to his right before making it to the opposite corner of that block, where his own house resides. He walks up the short, 3-step landing that rests in front of his door, fingers closing around the brass handle tightly before turning it, opening it, and stepping through.

He looks over his living room, the male's blue irises scanning the couch and the recliner in the corner, his hand reaching out as he walks in and drops his bag upon the sofa, sighing happily. The home wasn't particularly large, but it was especially cozy, Damion soon making a bee-line straight down the hallway - he knew what was always waiting for him whenever he arrived, and it made things all the sweeter each time he opened the door to his bedroom. His eyes glance over the purple sheets of his bed before turning over to the small, soft basket that rests at the foot of it, a furry, orange creature adjusting itself in response to the sound of the door opening.

"Flare!" it exclaims, getting up on all fours, its thick, bushy tail adopting a soft wag.

"Hehe, hey, Felix," Damion responds, looking over the other with a content smile before walking across the carpet and taking a seat at the edge of the bed, just next to the excited creature. Felix was none other than a Flareon, his deep, dark, azure-hued eyes shining as they look at him before turning back, glancing at the TV in the center of the room. His neck was enshrouded in a warm, tannish-colored mane, pointed ears perked upon his head. He'd no doubt been relaxing and watching television, curled up in his basket as usual.

"How's your day been, hm?" he asks the male, looking up at the program that was running, seeming to be a televised gym battle as his arms stretch out high above his frame before they move to idle in his lap.

"F-Flur," Felix responds, slipping down and fwumping onto his belly, limbs sprawled out in a lethargic manner. It was a rather adorable thing to see.

"Hah, I see. So the usual," Damion responds, smiling and turning his attention to the TV again. In truth, it wasn't something that the human was usually very interested in - Felix actually watched it far more than he did. The young man was more than content with just the internet, but it was fun just to sit down and relax completely sometimes. He lowers his eyes to Felix's side, watching his pretty cream-colored tail wag and sway back and forth.

"I'm going to take shower, be back in a minute," He says to the 'mon, slowly getting up and walking just down the hall and stepping into the bathroom. Damion wasn't usually one to take showers in the middle of the day, but felt so tight and stressed all over, knowing the hot flow of water would help him relax a tad. It only takes a short while before he gives a blissful sigh, tilting his head back as the hot flurry runs down his body, making the muscles of his back flex and relax, hands running through his dark hair. He stays there for about fifteen minutes, tidying himself up as he steps out and grabs a towel from the rack beside him, ruffling his hair and drying himself off. The human ends up putting on his clothes again, all but his socks, walking out and sighing again as he flops back onto the corner of the bed. Felix was still in the same spot, as if he'd never left. His eyes turn to focus on the screen.

It seemed as if an Sneasel was battling a Ninetales on the screen, a quick swipe of the dark-type's paw connecting with the fox, making it recoil and idling inch away from the taller 'mon.

"Ah. Blaine, then?" Damion asks himself, seeing the trainer himself behind the gorgeous -looking fire-type. He watches as the fox shifts, rearing its head back on command and spewing forth a searing, intense volley of flames that rushed across the Sneasel's body, making him hunker down in an attempt to resist the intense heat, a sharp cringe wrinkling the bridge of his muzzle.

"Flare flare!" Felix cheers, standing up again, even giving a little hop as his tail wags excitedly back and forth. It was almost as if he was pleased that this particular Sneasel was in such a position, Damion rubbing the back of his head as the cute male would bark at the screen.

"Seems you've already picked a favorite," he finally chimes after a moment, the Ninetales overwhelming the Sneasel and taking the match for its trainer. Felix gives a triumphant nod as his only response, soon curling back up within the sheets of his basket, the color very much matching that of the bed he sat on. Damion leans over, gently patting the top of the young male's head before running his hand back and forth over his mane and the warm, orange fur of his back.

"C'mere, Felix," he says, moving either hand to his sides, holding around the fox before lifting him up and pulling him over to sit upon his lap.

`"Flur..." the Flareon mutters, seeming to be somewhat saddened to leave the comfy, toasty confides of his basket. He had a thing for warm places for sure, but the fire-type soon would adopt a smile again, curling up in Damion's lap as the human gently pets along his back, watching the TV with an absentminded glint to his eye.

"Get any exercise at all today?" he asks, peeking down to glance at Felix's eyes. The quadruped shakes his head, nosing back at the tip of the human's nose before giving it a quick flick of his tongue, causing a warm-hearted chuckled to leave his lips.

"Heh," He sighs, simply scratching behind one of his ears, Felix's chin resting upon the very line of his waist. His companion's eyes close for a moment, but then shortly come to open again, the male's nose twitching and wiggling as he slowly lifts his head back slightly, appearing to scent at the air. Damion hadn't noticed - he was actually becoming rather absorbed into the screen in front of him, the challenging trainer taking a rather shameful walk as he'd exit the area before the program went to commercial. It wasn't until he felt a soft nudge against his hip that he would look down, seeing Felix's nose poking and prodding along the human's waist, sniffing across his dark blue jeans as one of his ears would flick. The way his muzzle would trail over his bottoms was familiar - and it made the human smile, his heart beating at a gentle pace. The Flareon's nose quietly moves down the seam of his jeans, the tip nudging up at the very center Damion's groin as he lets out a warm breath of air. Without much thought, he lifts a hand, resting it on Felix's back.

"Good boy..." he whispers, softly caressing the Flareon as he'd sniff at his crotch, his ears remaining perked tightly upon his head. He'd simply sit there, the Flareon shifting up to stand beside Damion, nudging and poking his groin with his muzzle, mumbling under his breath. "Good..." he repeats, a thumb managing to rub across Felix's cheek before he nuzzles the human's groin, tail giving a gentle flick.

Damion sighs and let his free hand hug onto the sheets beside him, moving his other off of Felix, resting it on the other side.

"Do you want these off, Felix?" He asks, his breathing growing a little deeper... even excited. The Flareon briskly nuzzles down into his crotch, a very subtle lump starting to form within the confines of his bottoms as he looks up to Damion with a very expectant expression. The young man's heart thumped within his chest, a comfortable kind of enticement making its way into his head. He slowly reaches for the remote control at the center of the bed - before realizing it wasn't there. His head tilts over to the basket on the floor, eyeing the device that would sit in front of the basket. He leans down, picking it up and pressing the power button to shut off the television before dropping it back to the floor and leaning back again, Felix waiting at his side.

The man's hands slowly move down, fingers closing around his belt as he works to remove it, undoing the fastening and pulling it from the loops of his jeans before it would be tossed to the floor. He undoes the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down, always adoring the curious nature his Flareon would adopt at times despite having seen and explored what was beneath his clothing on multiple occasions. His boxers were exposed, sitting up as Felix's nose runs back and forth over the soft, black and white fabric, sniffing across the checker-patterned underwear.

It was impossible for the human to resist the excitement his body was feeling, a heavy bulge formed at the center of his crotch as the fire-type nudges at it, letting out short, enthusiastic breaths. "Flur..." He mumbles. The tip of his snout pokes against his fly, tugging the little flap apart before Damion's member would spring forward, the thick erection bobbing a few times before it would idle in front of the Pokemon's nose, giving a gentle throb.

"Hah..." Damion sighs, tenderly rubbing the back of Felix's head with his hand, letting his contrarily cold nose touch softly to the tip of his sensitive head, sniffing against the human's very privacy. The way his palm caressed the furry male's head was encouraging if nothing else. Damion wanted to express his approval, but the only comments going through his head were those of praise one would give a canine. At the risk of just sounding redundant, he simply tries to keep quiet aside from his light mumbling and huffs, letting the Flareon's muzzle brush up and down the length of his shaft, his deep eyes narrowed out. His peach-colored tool throbs again, Damion's eyes closing for a moment as he'd relax into the warm, light sensation of the male's furry cheek and muzzle against him. It was delightful, tease-y, enthralling - even if it was just his partner's muzzle and nothing more, he couldn't help but adopt a heavy pace of breathing.

Felix soon moves his further down, bumping into the lower end of his boxers before Damion would mumble, shifting where he sits. "Hold on..." He insists, moving his hands to pull his boxers free of his body, leaving him in only his short-sleeved shirt. The Flareon exhales with what seemed to be a satisfied sigh, rather liberally nuzzling up into Damion's exposed sac, rubbing his nose back and forth between either of his snug orbs.

"H-haah, Felix..." he groans, his toes curling slightly as the human rests himself back, supporting himself on his elbows while the lovely canine would pamper his balls in a few tender nosings, seemingly taking his time in enjoying the half-naked human. The lewd, naughty sensation lasted for half a minute before Felix moves his lips up, parting his maw and extending his tongue for the first time. Its form touches to the very base of his cock, slowly dragging itself up the underside before flicking over the sensitive head at the apex in a deliberately hot and wet slide. The only response that came from Damion was a hushed grunt, hands hugging the sheets again as he huffed, tool giving another throb.

He hears Felix give a soft breath, adjusting himself to sit perfectly in front of his human before pressing his lips to the tip of his exposed length. Things seemed to have escalated like they always did: when one of the two of them got urges it turned into more, and Felix's narrow eyes held a very obvious degree of attraction and affection as he slowly, gently lowered his muzzle. His lips swallow Damion's tip, smoothly pushing his hot, damp snout over Damion' erect, aching tool until a soft tap his heard. The human's eyes were glassy at this point. He watched as Felix's nose bottomed out against his groin, the whole length of his maleness buried in the Flareon's mouth before he came back up, withdrawing the slightly-slick appendage with a little mumble.

"G-gnh..." he pants, smiling. Such treatment wasn't something one would expect a Pokemon to be capable or have knowledge of, but Felix had had plenty of time to learn what would please the human, considering their past. Closing his eyes, he let his mouth come off all but the head of his member before sliding back down onto it. He adopted a gentle, slow pace, simply teasing and pampering the male's throbbing member as he repeatedly engulfed it and withdrew. The whole moment of it all was enthralling, Damion's head leaning back as Felix softly bobbed on him, taking a moment to hug his lips around his head and give it a gentle, tender suckle. A gasp leaves the human, baring his teeth at the delightful bit of pressure as his shaft pulses. The teasing was getting a tad too much to deal with, the human peeking down to his partner with intent on asking him for a little... 'more'. He didn't need to, though. The moment he thought to speak, Felix's lips sink back on his tool, and he starts to rock his head atop of him at a brisk, somewhat firm pace, soft slicking and sliding heard as he steadily rolls his maw over and off of Damion's sex. The speed was quite a bit faster than only a moment ago, Damion's eyes pinching as he lets out a heavy, euphoric sigh.

The air about the two of them went rather quiet, the Flareon seeming to focus only on the smooth, firm motions of his muzzle as he came to briskly rock his head. He wasn't just trying to tease the human anymore, Damion's body arching up slightly, either of his hands gripping the bed tightly, even a little desperately. The slick oral passage around his girth was amazing regardless of how many times he'd felt it before, and he bars his teeth as Felix's pace became even firmer, muzzle repeatedly bumping into his trimmed groin, steadily pleasuring and rolling over his shaft as soft breaths left the fire-type's nose, his own eyes still softly closed.

"A-ah... Almost..." He pants, lifting a hand and placing it atop Felix's back in case his whisper of a comment wasn't loud enough to be heard. He huffs and grunts sharply, tool throbbing, blanketed in a thick layer of his lovely Pokemon's saliva and the blissfully hot confines of his maw. A warm, familiar pressure was building in the human's groin, almost forcing a gentle numbing sensation to flood his nerves as he felt his breathing quicken, becoming ragged. He hunches over Felix, hands hugging either of his cheeks softly before his mouth would open, hugging and pulling the male's muzzle down around his throbbing tool, keeping himself snugly engulfed in his delightful, affectionate warm as he'd slip over the edge. A warm, thick jet of seed releases from his tip, landing across the back of Felix's tongue as a deep, muffled grunt leaves the Flareon. He keeps still, letting Damion's hands hold him around his privacy as he'd climax, rope after rope of seed spilling across his tongue, coating his inner cheeks in the stuff as his length twitches and pulses, the human's head lost in a lusty, zealous kind of bliss, eyes pinching again while he'd belt out deep, engross grunts and pants. Even after the sensation subsides, he sits there, panting, holding his Flareon's head before slowly releasing it, letting his palms return to idle on the bed.

"Gnh... Hnh..." he mumbles, smiling with delight as Felix slowly opens his eyes, running his tongue along the underside of his cock before coming to pull back gently. With a warm flop, his member flops from Felix's muzzle, bobbing for a moment, still erect and with not a trace of seed on it - he'd swallowed it all. The orange-clad canine slowly wags his tail, nudging the sensitive head of his maleness with an affectionate huff, seeming to be just pleased to have enticed the human as much as he head. With a loving smile, Damion leans down, planting a kiss upon his partner's forehead, huffing.

"Gnh, Felix... Such a good boy..." he whispers, running his hands through his puffy mane and then down his back. Felix murrs and rubs the tuft of fur on his head against Damion's belly, tickling him a tad before he leans up, putting his paws on his chest. His paw pads were so soft to the touch, forcing the human to draw in a warm breath of air before letting it out as he hugs around the Pokemon, embracing his body as he presses his nose into the plush fur of his neck.

Damion took a moment to relax. The two idled quietly together, simply huddled against one another before the human finally sighs again, looking up to blank TV screen, and then back down to his companion.

"Up for a little more TV, then? Or... maybe..." He starts, running his hand down Felix's side. With a little shift of his palm, he holds around the fox's hind leg, slowly pulling it up and eyeing between his legs. The orange sheath between the canine's legs was thick and plump, the pink tip of his doggie member poking from the protective sleeve as Felix would watch his hand, his eyes narrowing out.

"Maybe you'd want a little something yourself..." Damion adds. His hand slowly slides down his belly, gently brushing across his smooth, cozy underbelly before the back of it grazes his thickened sheath and the taut set of orbs behind them. His fingers curl around the appendage, softly stroking it as he watches the male's face, seeing a gentle smile appear on his face as his eyes would close.

He fondles the Flareon for a brief while before pulling his hand away. There was certainly something he knew Felix would like best of most other options the two of them had, Damion sliding up and slowly gripping around the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and stripping himself of his last article of clothing, tossing it aside before running his hands over the handsome fox's body. Without a word, he gets up, moving and coming to idle on all fours on the bed, his head turned to look over his shoulder at Felix as he'd simply idle. It was a pose a female of the Flareon's own kind might adopt to display such primal, wild interest, the human resting himself on his elbows as Felix's ears perk up, quickly moving to stand on his paws. Damion turns his head back to look straight forward at the headboard, closing his eyes as an expectant sigh leaves his lips, lowering his head just a tad as he feels the Flareon shift on the bed.

That cool nose of his runs along the edge of his hip, the human smiling as he rests still upon the sheets. Felix's snout moves over, softly nudging against the back of one of his rear cheeks before his cold muzzle-tip would poke between them, kissing right against Damion's snug, subtle pucker. He sighs. The contact made him lift his head slightly, hot little gusts of breath meeting his sensitive hindstar as he leans his front half down, forehead resting on the soft bed below him. The Flareon's muzzle nudges and prods his backside before he'd flick his warm, wet tongue up across the very center of his rear, invoking a gentle mumble out of the human, his mouth expelling a warm sigh at the intimate, unique sensation.

"Hah..." He sighs, Damion's body idling quietly as Felix would brush his tongue over his taut pucker, murmuring under his breath with closed eyes. Despite how sensitive the man's member was due to having just climaxed, it raged between his legs, still thickly erect due to the warm, lewd attention his rear was getting. He lets his breathing quiet out as Felix's muzzle pulls away. With a distinct, almost owning sort of grunt, the Flareon brushes his chin across Damion's hip, leaping up and sliding to straddle the human from behind. "G-good boy..." was the only response he gave, his heart coming to beat faster again, a smile on his face as the fox mounted him, drawing his haunches up and letting the warm, damp tip of his feral maleness touch and graze across the back of his cheeks.

He breathes as the Pokemon would start to buck, poking and prodding his sex up around the curves of his rump, the Flareon's warm, dominant paws clamping around Damion's thighs. He'd feel it - a hot little poke from his dick kisses his star, and Damion pinches his eyes closed as Felix bucks against him, kissing that little mound of his until his half-erect tool sinks right up into his rear.

A short gasp leaves him, baring his teeth at the soft, subtle sting he'd feel between his cheeks, hands gripping the soft blankets as the fox bottoms out inside him, feeling his sac tap up against his perineum with a gentle thump before he starts bucking himself, briskly rolling his haunches, working his mostly-soft tool with subtle thrusts within Damion's hot passage. 'H-hnh..." The human sighs, unable to hold back a smile as the male penetrates him, adopting that classic, feral, canid pace as he humps away, grinding his groin solidly into that rear of his. Felix would let out short huffs and grunts, coming to rest his cheek atop the center of his back as he mates him, pounding the human as a hind leg would lift off of the bed every now and then before coming back down, his doggie tool thickening with every few thrusts. Short, wet jets of pre spurt from his tip, dampening Damion's mound as he simply idles there on all fours, body rocking subtly back and forth while the Flareon ruts him. He could think of few lewder things he could let the Pokemon do with him - not that he could thing rationally at the moment, the male thrusting away at his rump as he soon comes to softly pant. His maleness grew to a solid four inches, and then 5, knot bulging at the base of his length, snugly locking up inside his rear as he winces, its form spreading his entrance out as the fox achieved a tie with him. It was only a few seconds after that that he heard Felix rumble and grunt, that first hot, thick, wet jet of his seed spilling into him, rope after rope of it filling the human's rear, his knot prevent any of it from going anywhere else - and Damion as well. The fire-type sighs, resting very still as he seemed to relish in an afterglow shortly after adjusting his rear legs.

The sensation of being seeded, of being claimed by the Flareon... it was just delightful. Damion does his best to relax as that thick, canid tool continues to throb inside of him, having grown rather used to the feeling of his heavy knot over the months they'd been together. He looks over his shoulder as his partner sighs, lifting up a hind leg and carefully throwing it over the human's rear, standing rump to rump with him. He always felt so lewd at times like this, enjoying the handsome male, having Felix enjoy him...

"Gnh... I'm, uh..." Damion pants, smiling without bothering to open his eyes, "I think I'm gonna need another shower..." He lifts his head up, letting out a hot breath as he turns to look at his lovely companion, the male seeming to smile back with a blissful, amorous glint in his eye.

It took close to twenty minutes for Felix to soften, the two of them opting to take a shower with one another. Damion would tend to the fox first, running a particularly warm shower as he'd bath his beloved Pokemon, running his fingers across his orange pelt and caressing his hot, soapy body before moving down to his sheath, being especially thorough with the treatment. He actually ended up getting a little distracted as the bath drew to a close, his hands simply fiddling with and fondling Felix's sheath, playing with the cute, sexy sleeve before he'd finally pull his hands away from the male and go turn his attention to showering himself.

Afterward, the two of them lied down in bed, Damion on his back and the warm canine relaxing upon his bare belly, his only clothing being that of his boxers. They hadn't bothered to turn the television back on. It seemed as if they'd both grown utterly lethargic, eyes closed as Damion's hands idle across the small of his Flareon's back, hugging his body against his own. The fox's body adopted soft pace of breathing, his owner's eyes opening just a tad as he'd whisper in the base of his ear, "G'night, Felix."

The fox parts his eyelids just slightly, the blue hue of his eyes seeming more vibrant than ever as he leans up across Damion's chest, brushing his soft, wet tongue up across the underside of his chin. He smiles. The heat from Felix's body tended to make Damion sweat if they were to ever fall asleep cuddled up with one another, but... he couldn't bear the thought of moving him right now. He closes his eyes, arms wrapped around the canine as he slowly drifts off to sleep, a deep, blissful sigh being the last sound he'd make for the night.