Fuck Me Ragged - "Perv."
Fuck Me Ragged Part 4 - "Perv."
Bob started with a hand resting gently on the boy's hip. Kevin - tongue in cheek, controller clacking violently as he slogged through wave after wave of Hollows in Dark Souls - didn't seem to notice. After a few minutes the fossa began to gently stroke his thumb across the boy's pert little rump, braving to slip his fingernail beneath the edge of his underwear to probe the downy fur underneath.
"Oy," the bunny said, not taking his eyes off the mayhem he was wrecking in the dungeon, but batting at the fossa's hand with his little cottony tail. "Stop that! You're making me lose."
"A real dungeon master wouldn't get distracted," Bob chuckled as he gave the boy's ass a firm grope.
Kevin squeaked and was immediately set upon by legions of undead. He recovered quickly however, swinging his claymore in a mad arch, cleaving neatly through leathery, rotted flesh as the fossa continued to fondle him from behind.
"That tickles!"
"Uh-huh. Why don't you lay back," Bob purred, stroking the backs of his fingers up against the underside of the boy's tail. "I went out and bought a huge-ass TV for a reason."
Without a word, Kevin flopped back against the mattress, not missing a moment of gameplay. Bob wrapped a tattooed arm around the boy's narrow shoulders, snaking a paw beneath his arm and resting it on Kevin's little rounded stomach.
"Which way do I go from here?"
"Go back down that flight of stairs and jump off the ledge. There's a lift in the wall."
Bob's knuckles gently traced their way over Kevin's gut. He felt the bunny's diaphragm clench once, twice, then relax. The fossa uncurled his fingers, wandering them around the boy's navel in delicate circles. Within moments, Kevin had started to purr.
"Don't go in there. You're not ready for that boss yet."
"Uh-huh."
Kevin no longer seemed to be concentrating. His character had slowed down on the screen. The boy's head rested heavily on Bob's shoulder, the stubby spikes on his leather collar digging into the fossa's fur. Bob gave the cub's waist a gentle squeeze.
"Go back across that rooftop. To your left. No - your other left. STOP. Right there."
Kevin turned so that his cheek was pressed against Bob's pectoral. His ear draped lazily across the fossa's arm. They would have been cuddling were it not for the controller.
As Kevin continued to halfheartedly play, Bob leaned in, burying his long snout into the top of the boy's headfur. His nose flooded with the smells of school and kid's shampoo. He felt the bunny's ribcage expand out in a sigh, felt the warmth of the boy's breath on his chest. Meanwhile, the dingy avatar on the screen was getting slaughtered.
"Careful."
The bunny's character hastily cleared the room of bad guys, squatted at a nearby fireplace and saved. The game exited out to the menu. Bob felt the controller resting upon his stomach, unused. An arm draped across Bob's chest, squeezing gently. Now they were cuddling.
"You're really warm," Kevin sighed.
"Mm-hm."
There was honey in the boy's voice, as Bob's mom used to call it. Kevin brought his leg up over Bob's, his knee brushing perilously near the man's crotch as he scooched up, nuzzling his face against the man's throat. Bob couldn't help but notice that the bunny's underwear had slipped a bit in transit - only slightly, but enough to show off the smallest sliver of ass crack. It was a welcome change.
"You smell nice," came the boy's muffled voice.
"Uh-huh." Well THIS is a surprise, Bob thought to himself. "My turn to play?"
But to his immense shock, Bob felt something warm and wet being pressed to his neck. He felt lips closing around his throat. A violent shiver shot down the fossa's spine as he was nibbled upon.
"Actually," Kevin said, drawing himself up over the man's chest and wiping the back of his mouth, giving Bob an impish grin. "I was hoping maybe you wanted to play with me instead."
Bob's eyes went wide. His lips were being nudged against. White arms were encircling his neck. The boy's face was tilted and his eyes were closed. It took Bob almost a full 10 seconds to realize they were kissing.
He had never been kissed by a mark before. In fact, Bob had only kissed maybe five times his whole life. Not knowing where to go from here, the fossa's brawny arms snaked around the small of the cub's back, cradling the two of them together as he instinctively returned the boy's affections with equal vigor. Kevin slid up the man's chest, trying to find leverage to push down from as Bob's hands slipped beneath his underwear, cradling the boy's perfect heart-shaped ass. Kevin giggled.
"Hehehehe... I knew it!"
Bob blinked. He wondered why their lips weren't touching anymore. His mind was in a stupor.
"W_-wuh_?"
"I knew you were a perv!" Kevin chuckled proudly, raising himself up, straddling the man's chest with a look of triumph plastered across his pudgy little face. "Whenever I first saw you! What's awesome is, you live so close. I can ride my bike here!"
The fossa stared up at the boy, eyes wide, face slack. It was as if there had been a sudden shift in the power structure in the room.
Bob yelped as he felt the bunny boy's crotch grind against his abs. Kevin's ears dangled down into his face, but with a toss of his tiny shoulders they were over the boy's back again.
"Only thing is," Kevin said, his voice turning serious. "You can't put it all in. My friend Ty does that, and it really hurts, and he's probably a lot smaller than you." He pressed the tip of his finger to Bob's snout. "So don't go in all the way. At least not the first time. Okay?"
Bob's eyes crossed to look at the boy's finger. His jaw was slightly ajar. This was entirely too weird.
"O-okay."
Kevin pouted, not seeming to be satisfied with the man's answer. "You promise?"
Bob became aware that his fingers were still dovetailed together around the boy's pert rump. He felt the cheeks flex through the white downy fur. He swallowed audibly.
"Yeah. Yeah, I promise. I won't go in all the w--"
Before Bob could finish, Kevin had lunged forward. They were back to kissing again.