Preface: (William is a Sea Otter, and Sammy is an American River Otter, thank u)

Examples of:

Sea Otter

River Otter

"Woah, hey! I appreciate the gesture, but I gotta get home tonight," William said.

"You don't think it'll hurt to bring back company, do you?" The other otter replied, walking two padded digits up his chest. His voice was light, feminine. 

The two anthros took up one barstool in the crowded, neon club interior. Over the white noise of chatter and the background music, his attention had been guided to the cute little guy who had just climbed onto his lap. 

His name was Sammy, as he had so cordially introduced himself. He was small, even if he was a river otter. Also, very very forward. The blue lights played off of his hazelnut fur, which was trim and smooth. The man took care of himself. A clearly too-big turtleneck hung loosely on his torso, while his jeans were tight to his legs, hiding no contour nor outline. William knew a fantastic ass when he saw one, and good lord did it make it all the more tempting. 

"Look, honestly, I came here with friends, lost them on the dance floor, and was just about to leave. Really shouldn't have come here in the first place," he explained. It wasn't even convincing to himself.

Sammy regarded him with playful suspicion. "You can't tell me that you don't at least want to. Everyone has needs. Even you Wall Street types," the smaller otter said. Another fact William regretted letting on. 

The scheming little minx had been sweet on William from first accidental eye contact. Sammy had shared that he loved taller guys, which, being that William was a sea otter, he naturally was. But in his professional opinion, that was the extent of his attractiveness. In every other respect, he was average. Run of the mill, like any other otter.

Sammy wrapped his forearms around the back of William's neck, straddling him as he got settled. Framed by the relative darkness, Sammy's face shone with a faux demureness. He was pretty. William swore he looked just a girl; soft features, long lashes, pampered fur, and very fucking cute.

Christ, William thought. It wasn't that he didn't want to. He'd take this guy back to his place in a heartbeat under any other circumstance. But he had the big presentation tomorrow and he had to get enough sleep and review his notes and...

"Hmmm," Sammy hummed, pressing his chest to the other otter's. "Thinkin' about it?"

Of course he was thinking about it. The guy had been all over him the last ten minutes; it didn't take much to get him riled up anyway, he was a man after all. One of the last remaining barriers standing against temptation was the question of whether or not this was too good to be true.

"Sorry… I, uh..." William struggled. He was never good with this kind of thing. People skills, that is. Sometimes he hated that he couldn't lay someone off without being an over-polite doormat about it. He put his paws up. "I really gotta get some sleep. You're cute, like, drop-dead, but... you know... I have work tomorrow and it's kind of a big day…" he trailed off.

Sammy searched his eyes. "Don't you feel like taking some time to unwind, relax, get some relief?" 

"Umm…" he nodded dumbly, his thoughts lingering on the last word. That was when the smaller otter leaned in, his fuzzy, whiskered muzzle next to William's ear.

"Look, big guy," Sammy whispered gently. "I'm trying to suck your dick, and you're making it really hard. Literally. You've been stiff as rock like- this whole time."

William opened his mouth, but Sammy put a finger to it. "Shhh," he hushed. "You're a sweet guy, I can tell. Maybe you're a little scared to say yes. And that's okay, 'cause I can do all the work for you. And I mean all of it." 

The larger otter swallowed, feeling goosebumps on his forearms. There was a pause before he answered, his eyes wide, revealing the overwhelming mess of thought processes going on behind them. "Y- yeah. Yeah, okay," he muttered. 

Fuck sleep, he thought.

Sammy laughed, grasping William's paws and placing them on his hips. "Let's get going." 

Rain pelted their clothes the moment the pair left the club's front door. There was nary a street light to blot out the nighttime darkness. "Shit," William said, immediately putting his hand on Sammy's shoulder, urging them toward his car. "Oh," Sammy noticed. William retracted his arm once he looked down and realized himself. "Sorry," he said. Sammy cocked his head and furrowed his eyebrows. There I go, William thought. Saying something stupid again. 

"My ride's close, just... a row down from here. You don't need to get your car or anything, do you?" he asked. He could tell his clothes were already soaked by the downpour, clinging to his body. His newfound companion didn't look to be faring much better, despite their haste.

"I'm fine, I got an Uber here," Sammy said. "Thanks for asking." His fur was matted down, and his whiskers were dripping. William thought it was kind of cute.

They crossed the lot together, weaving through the parking spaces before they reached his car. Flicking his keys out, the navy-blue sedan beeped twice, and the headlights shone yellow, bleeding out into the rainfall.

Opening the passenger door, William waited for Sammy to get in before he trotted around to his side. He climbed inside, wincing as he was perfectly able to visualize the seat fabric soaking up his wet bum. But at the very least, once he had shut his door, they were out of the rain. 

"Thank god you parked close,"  Sammy said.

"Yeah." William nodded, scratching at the back of his neck. 

Okay, this is happening. You're getting lucky tonight. All you have to do is not be a complete fucking weirdo, he thought, his nerves singing. 

The bigger otter fumbled in the lack of light to get the key in the ignition. When he felt it finally slot, he turned it, and the engine thrummed to life.

"There we go, get that hot air going," Sammy said, rubbing his padded, furry paws together.

William thumbed the air conditioning dial and flicked on the headlights. "I see the rest of tonight being nice and warm anyway, so I guess this counts as setting the mood," the smaller otter continued.

William chuckled, his eyes pointedly forward, unable to look this man in the eyes, deciding whether or not if it would be a good time to pull out of their spot.

The pause that followed made him grip the steering wheel, just to do something, and his knuckles tightened as it went on and on and…

"Are you always this nervous with people?" The question wasn't one of complaint, but one of plain empathy. Sammy's tone got to William. In a good way. Mostly.

"Hey, look," William heard. So he looked. 

"Put your hand out," Sammy said. Hesitating, William reached out his right arm toward Sammy,  completely * illusioned by the smaller otter. 

With a slow, assured motion, Sammy interlocked the fingers of his left hand with William's right hand, then went and pressed William's hand to his chest.

"See?" Sammy spoke, smiling.
William's heart beat harder. "You're touching me. That's a lot more than talking. The world hadn't ended. You're still here, I'm still here. I'm not here to judge you, so there's nothing to be nervous about."

William could feel the chest fur flatten under the turtleneck. 

"Just enjoy yourself." 

Thinking a spell, letting the situation and the opportunity truly sink in, the larger otter relinquished and nodded.

"I think I can do that."

The drive home was either incredibly short or William hadn't focused enough to remember it.

They entered the door to William's apartment, crossing his too-small living area, went down his too-narrow hallway, and into his bedroom. Provided with the shelter of the car combined with their body heat, they were able to sort of dry off.

It was dark, but there was just enough light to see a measure beyond the inner edges of Sammy's silhouette. The moment bore down on him, the inevitability of a certain raunchy outcome making his stomach flutter, the unknown of the steps in between making his mind race.

"Um… you can set your clothes wherever if you want to… oh shit, you don't have anything to change into, do you?" he stated more than asked. "Here." He went over to his folding door closet and opened it, thumbing through hangers. "I should have something." It was all he could to take his mind off of the reason they were really there. He felt a hand on his shoulder. 

"If it's all the same to you, I think I'd rather stay undressed," Sammy whispered. William wouldn't mind at all, and he partially hated that fact.

William turned and watched Sammy step back, the feminine otter's eyes suspiciously demure as he grasped the brim of his turtleneck on either side and pulled up. Sammy's belly was revealed, slim, short fur that looked absolutely silky to the touch. Next, it was his chest, until it was past his head and off of his arms, cast onto the carpeted floor beside him. His stomach became a molten, fluttering mess, swirling with high-strung giddiness as well as burning lust. 

Sammy had already kicked his shoes off at the door, so it was just those tight, faded jeans left. He grinned and pinched the sides before he turned around with a graceful step, still looking back at William. 

"You don't mind, right?" came a playful tone, one that oozed seduction and sex, one that…

Blood filling his cheeks, the taller otter swore he could feel his heart scaling his windpipe as Sammy pushed down, that short tail wagging.

The fur of his cute little butt emerged, puffing up and over his jeans as they slid down, revealing more and more as he went, those round, soft slopes plunging William's mind into carnal thoughts. It began as a kindling, a sparkling desire to devour. If the little otter kept teasing him, he didn't know if he'd be able to hold himself back. It wasn't like him; he didn't know where it was coming from. 

Despite the dimness of the cozy room, the moonlight cast by the window above the bed silhouetted Sammy perfectly, a ghostly blue coloring his fur. 

He arched his back, lowering his upper body, his last article of clothing slipping down, revealing voluptuous legs, until he was touching his hind paws. And as he stepped out of the denim, his rump was shaped almost like a heart in the light, promising sensation that drove searing blood straight from William's brain to his dick.

Just imagining running his paws over Sammy's plump, supple rear, getting as close as he wanted, pressing up against him, thighs to thighs, gripping him possessively; it made his skin prick with goosebumps.

He realized he was allowed. There truly was nothing holding him back. He could just...

Sammy was still watching him, reveling in his speechlessness. "Just gonna stare at it? Cause' it seems like you want a little more," he commented.

William quit waiting. One moment he was simply observing, and the next he was on Sammy, touching plaintively. His paw pads kneaded over Sammy's tush. It was giving but firm, and the plushness of it invigorated him. 

"You can feel me anywhere. Don't be afraid to explore." Sammy's voice dripped with viscous enthuse and restrained desire. 

There was no intimacy he had experienced that compared to this, the primal indulgence of this moment. And so he did just as he had fantasized. Reeled Sammy's body in, against his own, thigh to shapely thigh. He heard Sammy inhale sharply. Although he was still clothed, his stirring loins found a way to communicate their eagerness, tenting the crotch of his pants.

"This your first time?" Came that sultry voice again.

Mouth-open, breathing stifled, William took in the sight and the words. He could make out an unassuming, circular cleft between Sammy's cheeks, even in the slight dark. Below that, an area of smooth skin, and then hanging were two rounded shapes: Sammy's ottery jewels.

"I…" 

"Nevermind," Sammy laughed. "You don't have to answer that." 

Self-consciousness flashed within William, causing him to slow his explorations to a crawl, only grasping Sammy's thighs now. He closed his eyes, trying to come up with the right words to advance this moment to the next stage of intimacy, he had yet to declothe, after all. 

"Are you okay if I…?" William questioned, beginning to thumb the brim of his pants, almost pushing down. He was just in sweats, there was nothing underneath to hide his sheath.

Sammy tilted his head to fully meet William's gaze, a wide, free smile creeping on. "Please do."

William nodded, eyes cast down, his face alight with a mixture of nervousness and desire. He stripped, stepped out, and cast his jeans to the side haphazardly. Having also kicked his shoes off at the door, he was free to press his own fur against Sammy's. It felt right and it stirred something in him. In his belly. In his loins. 

“Hey, you’re ok with things moving this fast, right?” His thoughts were interrupted, Sammy’s question ringing with a slight turn of tone.

The sea otter swallowed before he answered. “Y-yes.”

“Just makin’ sure,” the river otter said.

His sheath ran hot with blood and added sensitivity, and peeking out from it began the very end of his shaft, a pinkish-red bit of flesh. The consistency of the texture could most accurately be described as slick, slick with the natural lubricant of an aroused otter's member. He realized they hadn't even gotten started and he was already a bit wet. But then he supposed it could only help with things.

"Get over to the bed so you have something to lean on," William said. He was surprised when the words left his mouth. 

Sammy regarded William for a moment.

Like he's gonna listen to me, William thought. It was this little otter who was leading the show, he had been since the-

"Ok," Sammy said, rising up and away from William's stroking, starting toward the bed. William had to take a second to process before he acted, following, pursuing Sammy. That was his choice. And he gazed upon the man before him,  the one was easing their upper body onto the tall bed, resting on their elbows, sticking his ass out for William to see. His loins pulsed with arousal, growing and expanding in his sheath before it became too much. 

His shaft slid out, jumping and throbbing slowly with each pump of his heart. Sandwiching his half-emerged length in between Sammy's plush cheeks, he eased his hips in even back and forths, drinking in the sight of the smaller otter's lithe body. He grasped Sammy's waist greedily.

Now this, if anything else, was really getting him worked up. If he kept it up, and Sammy kept acting like a fuckable little twink, who knew how long it would be before he couldn't help himself…

Were his thoughts going down that path already? And to think he considered himself well-mannered.

But after some time, it turned out not to matter. Sammy rose upright until his back was pressed to William's chest, cock still trapped between those soft cheeks. Before William could hug his arms around Sammy, the little otter spun, causing William to back up, and he took those bigger paws into his own.

A surge of heat ran down the back of William's neck when Sammy lowered, hanging on as he got to his knees, sitting back on his heels, his legs pressed together. Sammy's gaze was unapologetically locked onto William's loins. 

Hot breath washed over the sensitive skin of William’s partially moist shaft. He saw desire in those eyes, and the premonition of sensation they promised made curl his hind paws involuntarily. Sammy leaned in, whiskers playing off William's crotch fur before he kissed right on the tip of that erect length.

William's breath caught, his entire body tense. Sammy closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side as he continued to smooch the otter's cock, permitting only the most teasing amount of William's tip to sink beyond his muzzle. The whole visage got to William, Sammy's face, that look of hunger and focus, just the feeling of someone else tending to him; it made his chest rise and fall in shaky, shuddery breaths. He throbbed as his mustelid crown was done a great lip-service, the plentiful nerves there singing with electric pleasure. And just as William began to want more, Sammy bobbed down, drinking in a few inches. There he felt the starkest aspect of it all: the warmth. It was how comforting it was that got to him, how the heat soaked through his flesh. The room air was cold in comparison.

Sammy's soft tongue stroked back and forth as he began to explore William's shape, making William's hindpaws curl and his paw ball into fists. His length was pressed to the ribbed roof of Sammy's muzzle, his saliva quickly painting William a new degree of wet. It was lightning hot to feel, like afterburns of Sammy's squishy tongue and palate. First, it was the underside, then each side, and finally, it curled affectionately against the tip. William's abdomen clenched with every sliding motion wrought against his most sensitive organ. 

He had no choice but to clasp his paws on the back of Sammy's head when he felt and saw his entire cock engulfed, spindly whiskers tickling his crotch. Holding back the oncoming gasp, William tilted his head back for a moment, eyes closed, reveling in that special, delightful warmth. He heard Sammy breath through his nostrils calmly, practiced-like. Keeping it hilted in his muzzle Sammy then began to massage William's cock with his tongue once more, using strong, smooth motions to reach every part of him. With this development, he began to suckle gently, his fuzzy cheeks almost hollowing out as he upped the pressure on the shaft nestled between his jaws. It was when Sammy first swallowed that William's eyes shot open, and he had looked down, his face decidedly exasperated. He could feel his crown hugged on all sides by the little guy's throat, a throat that constricted and wound even tighter when he swallowed. He couldn't believe Sammy had him that deep. But then he did it again, and again, and again. William instantly knew he would forever be spoiled.

He could feel his orgasm coming on as abruptly as it was being milked from his cock, the undulations so pleasure-inducing and tantalizing that he had to consciously straighten legs to keep them from buckling. It was slick tightness choking his length in peristaltic strains, coaxing him on. The way Sammy was servicing was so deliberate, so intent, fulfilling their mutual, primal urge. He could tell the little otter wanted one thing and one thing only.

Starting to bob up and down in smooth, slow glides, Sammy switched his method, opting for the added sensation of sliding. William was beside himself with the pleasantry of it, the same consistency of slick tightness now sliding over his shaft, setting his nerves alight and sending his mind into the clouds.

He could only watch and brace himself as he was consumed by Sammy's maw, feeling nothing but a cushy tongue cradling the underside. Delicate paws came to William's hips, grasping, pulling even, as if trying to draw him into a rocking rhythm.

"Oh… oh no…" William breathed, holding onto his bearing for dear life. 

His cock was suddenly painted cold, throbbing in the air.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked. Gone were the confident, seductive notes, in their place a tone of genuine concern. 
Oh, William thought. I was thinking the same thing.

 "N- nothing. I'm fine. I'm all good, we're good." William spoke with hardly a breath between each sentence, and afterward, he watched batedly for Sammy's response. Searching eyes stared back up at him, a slight frown as well, as if peering for any cracks in the honesty of his words. Unease pressed down on his shoulders, causing him to shift in place. 

"Um," he started. "I think the 'Oh no' just slipped out. Don’t know if I could’ve hung on for much longer."

Sammy's eyes lit up, and the smile that came on next was, if anything, diabolically mischievous. 

“So you liked it?” 

William scoffed. “Well yeah. It was-”

“So good you were about to cum right down my throat?” 

William’s cock throbbed. “Yeah,” he said breathlessly. 

“So you would’ve had no way of stopping it? No matter how hard you tried?” Sammy kept on, even kissing William’s tip with  his fuzzy lips, teasing him with the prospect, giving him a taste of euphoria. That, combined with the lack of shame the twink was displaying was beyond exciting to William. This was all so new, and so goddamned naughty. He had never experienced such a temptation to indulge, his regard for anything related to pride, dignity, or restraint having left a while ago.

“Please,” William said. He couldn’t help but sound desperate. A small part of him could tell that his powerlessness was Sammy’s intention. The little otter had most likely seen it from the start, the control he could have over William. 

“Hmmm,” Sammy hummed with glee, his smile open and unabashed. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Although William knew it was coming, and although he wasn’t surprised when he saw Sammy lunge over his cock, sinking it back into his small, adorable maw, nothing could have prepared William for another wash of those sensations playing over his sensitive, naturally moist skin. The most receptive part of it was his tip, the crown more particularly, which was currently being spoiled in the pillow embrace of the back of Sammy’s tongue. There wasn’t much anyone otter could fit in their muzzle, but Sammy seemed ready and able to take all of William, and tightness only drew more pleasure and carnal invigoration from the larger of the two.

His butt balanced on the heels of his hindpaws, Sammy resumed bobbing, making quicker, full strokes. The effect was immediate. William’s legs shook just the slightest bit: a sign of delight that was so subtle yet so revealing that Sammy had to grin around his mouthful.

Having already been close before, William grit his teeth/ His eyes were lidded and threatened to close fully, his mind far gone into another world apart from his primary senses, instead plunged into a haze of bodily euphoria. The sounds did remain, however, at the forefront of his attention. The quiet, interval schlucks. And he could feel Sammy’s paws pulling his hips just the slightest bit forward, into his muzzle. It was so goddamned hot.

“Sammy!” 

He couldn’t take it. His paws found the back of Sammy’s head.

Throbbing between Sammy’s jaws, his cock stiffened abruptly before the first burst of cum erupted from his tip. Sammy felt it and groaned with excitement, finally getting his reward. He pushed down until his nose was nudging William’s crotch fur, and the rest of those voluminous spurts painted the back of his throat, trickling down. They were hot and thick, as if William’s abstinence hadn’t been obvious as it was.

Meanwhile, William was seeing white, blinded by the star-sized pleasure emanating from his loins, his primal urge fulfilled and his body rewarding him for it. He panted as he rode out his orgasm, involuntarily clenching the grip he hand on Sammy. It was heaven; the feeling, the height of it, the disconnect from reality. And of course, when he came back down, the physical moment reeling his drowsy orientation back in, it wasn’t so bad.

He found himself no longer throat-deep in Sammy, instead finding the little minx licking his cock clean, even as it softened. The drunk grin William had been sporting was cut by a wince. 

“It’s really sensitive. Do you mind?”
 
Sammy looked up. “I do mind.” Then he chuckled. “But I’ll spare you. That was a really big fucking load.”

Was it? he wondered dumbly, still somewhat inhibited by the haze of sexual climax. 

“You feelin’ alright? I would definitely be tired after that,” Sammy said. He got up from his knees, brushing himself off. William put his arms around his fellow otter, holding him by the waist, gently pulling him chest to chest. Sammy let out a soft ‘oh,’ but still leaned into the motion, pecking William on the lips before tapping him on the nose. 

A yearning sparked in William then, like he wanted to pull this man closer somehow. It didn’t make a lick of sense to the logical side of his brain, and the strength of this new rush of emotion was daunting, but the appeal of fulfilling this desire was far greater than any of his temporary apprehensions. He realized it wasn’t only physical intimacy he craved.

“Can we lie down? I think I… um… I think I just want to hold you if that’s okay,” William said. He felt Sammy’s paws rove over his bare back. 

“Sounds like cuddling,” Sammy said. “You wanna cuddle?”

William nodded. “Yeah.”

Untangling himself from Sammy’s grasp, William fell into the mattress, balanced on his side as he scooted up to put his head above the pillows. The cover was soft, the fabric heavy. The cushion itself was giving and form-fitting. It reminded him why he looked forward to sleeping at the end of every day. 

Sammy was quick to follow, climbing onto the bed so that he could press his back to William’s chest and belly. The right position took a bit of finagling and shifting to find, but eventually, William had wrapped both arms around Sammy. The littler of the two made sure he was tightly snuggled up against his larger mate, even to the point that he could feel his awkward, tapered tail pressed right against William’s sheath. William didn’t mind, despite the discomfort. It was a terribly insignificant price to pay for the utter heavenly basking that was cuddling with another warm body. And as the night had grown darker and older, the cold had begun to find its way into his apartment, but because of their shared warmth, it was still more than comfortable.

The best part of it all, in William’s opinion, was that he got to hold Sammy. He’d known the guy for all of half a day, but it didn’t take a genius to tell that he was a genuine, good man. One could argue he was brazen, mischievous, and forward. He had done William a big favor, however. He’d given him company for what would’ve been another lonely night, and he’d offered kindness and understanding despite being in a position of greater experience. In this room, in this particular moment, he felt safe, secure, like he could truly relax. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I’m glad you’re the cuddle-in-the-afterglow type. It’s literally my favorite thing besides the usual hijinks,” Sammy said. 

William internally cringed. Sammy’s words reminded him of something his pleasure-addled mind had completely blocked out.

“Wait, you never got to finish. Um, here… I can-” as William tried to shift down towards Sammy’s crotch, a small hand stopped him.

“Relax big guy, I wanna cuddle right now. You can pay me back later, deal?” 

William, his lips downturned, settled back down, still holding on. Something hit him then, something he hadn’t noticed before. Sammy smelled… good. Like, really good. Taking a deep breath in, William could immediately discern the sweet scent of cinnamon. Was that cologne or was he just that out of it? 

Remembering the little otter’s question, he nodded. “Mhmmm,” he hummed.

It was strange. It was as if the longer they lied together, the better William felt. “Just so you know, I absolutely love this,” William said. It almost felt like it wouldn’t be right to withhold such information. “I don’t even know how your fur is so soft,” he continued, playing fingers over it.

“Thanks,” Sammy chuckled, and then went quiet. He sighed happily, shifting his body against William. “I can’t quite figure you out, William,” the river otter said.

William’s eyebrows furrowed.

“You seem like you’ve never been with anyone, but you’re a tall, handsome guy, and obviously really nice.” 

William winced. Handsome might be a stretch.

“So what is it? What’s the catch?” Sammy asked, promptly draping his leg over the sea otter’s.

“Catch? There isn’t really one, I think. If anything: I’m a socially-inept, nervous wreck and I couldn’t ask anyone out if my life was on the line. I suppose that’s something.”

Sammy hummed. “But that’s what makes you so irresistibly cute. In fact, I wouldn’t even call it that. It’s fucking hot.” 

“I mean,” he continued, “Usually I let guys come onto me, but when I saw you, I felt something click, it just made me feel like something was so right. It was the weirdest, best thing. You looked so soft and approachable, like someone who never judged. I knew I had to have you, even if it was just for one night. I know that…” he stopped for a short pause. “You know what? I don’t care if that sounds stupid. That’s how it was.”

William laughed. 

“What?” the river otter asked, properly incensed. It just made William laugh more. 

His mouth open to emphasize the deep offense he took, Sammy turned to face William, patting the bigger otter on the chest as a just punishment. “You’re not allowed to laugh at me anymore,” Sammy declared. “I've officially forbidden it.”

Sammy himself then broke out into a chuckle as he pushed himself up onto his side, shifting until his whole body was facing toward William. William let their embrace be broken, though he entertained the thought of simply continuing to hug the other otter rather than let him go. Closing his eyes, Sammy nuzzled his cheek into the sea otter’s chest fur, humming contentedly. Having settled acceptably, Sammy was now in a much better position to reciprocate the cuddling. Unfortunately for William, his cuddle monopoly was over. Sammy let one arm fall over his bedmate, while the other pressed to said bedmate’s stomach. William re-embraced the river otter in return.

A peaceful silence befell the two, one pervaded only by the quietest of breathing. Each one of them was without tension in their bodies, swiftly falling into a state of utter relaxation. It wasn’t just the distance of the world around them, the distance of tomorrow, and the lack of immediate worries, but it was also the euphoria of closeness that anchored them to the moment. William felt as though he could stay like this forever. The minutes seemed to pass in droves at a time, and he began to wonder just how many had gone by.

“This is nice,” Sammy piped up again.

William gently clasped the back of the river otter’s head as he held him. 

“I’ll be honest, I haven’t had very many nice days in the last few years, but today? Today is definitely one of them,” Sammy continued.

The sea otter rested his gaze on the man in his arms. What a funny thing to say, he thought. 

His thoughts drifted, however, lingering momentarily before they took off on a wild goose chase, recalling everything that had led up to this very moment. Like swirling, circling birds, they seemed never content but to keep moving on, never staying in one place. Time had gotten away from him. 

It was a while after he had zoned out that he realized Sammy was not just quiet, but sound asleep! The river otter had it painted all over his restful face. Had they really been in bed that long? And that was when it hit him. His own sleepiness began to call his name. Considering that he had already blown once that night and that he was comfortable in his place of rest, it was only natural that his body would try to lull him into slumber. 

Oh, it was dreadfully tempting, there was arguably no better way to end the night. 

Ok, that’s a lie, he thought to himself. 

It was the best wholesome way to end the night, was the notion he begrudgingly settled upon. With that, the rest of his will to resist the heaviness of his eyelids was gone. It felt good to let them close. It felt nice to slip off into dreamland.

What the hell was that? There was… something. Something fucking with the top of his head. It felt like… it felt like spider legs or… 

William opened his eyes and found a pair staring back at him, shining a shade of brown just lighter than black. 

Oh! Right.

Sammy’s left arm was propped up on the sea otter’s right shoulder, helping said sea otter register that it was in fact a paw running over the fur on his head, rather than a spindly insect.

“Is it morning already?” William muttered drowsily.

“Hmmm…” Sammy hummed ponderously. “How much light is coming from the window?”

William shifted his gaze to their surroundings, not even moving his head. The walls of the once dark room were now lit in all their auburn glory. “A lot,” he said.

Lips pursed, Sammy nodded. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” His tone was soft, almost wistful. “Sorry not sorry.” He continued his slow, brushing strokes.

William realized he was staring, quite immodestly as well; literally face to face. However, he could not quite find it in him to look anywhere else. 

How the fuck is he so cute? the sea otter wondered.

He didn’t have any particular preferences when it came to species, but Sammy alone could sell him on sticking to otters. Maybe it was those whiskers and that little nose, the white fur that highlighted his muzzle, the hazel fur over the rest of his body, those teeny-tiny ears. He chuckled to himself. His own ears were probably just as small. 

“What do you think you’re lookin’ at?” Sammy asked, tapping him on the nose.

William didn’t reply, he just smiled. He knew he didn’t have to say anything. The river otter knew exactly what William was looking at. He probably knew how attractive William thought he was. 

The sea otter’s heart sped up a beat when Sammy leaned in, not for a kiss, however. He placed his muzzle beside William’s ear. “I hate to ruin the wholesomeness of this, but your dick is poking me right in the stomach,” Sammy said as naturally as anyone might comment on another’s choice of shirt. 

"Oh!" The sea otter scooted his hips back and his eyes shot down to see, predictably, his morning wood jutting stiffly from his sheath. Despite the jarring sight of his erection angrily pointing at Sammy was the sight of Sammy’s own sheath, whose member was beginning to peek out. Strange, they were the same color. Although he didn’t exactly feel like it, it became clear they were both quite randy.

“I would make a ‘banana in your pants’ joke, but…” Sammy paused, “Am I just… too much to be around?” he asked.

William was tripping over himself within his own mind. “Um, no it's not that-” He stopped when a dextrous digit was brought to his lips. “I’m kidding. I don’t really blame you. It happens. Hell, I’m pretty horny now that I think about it.”

William chuckled. “Yeah. Maybe… we can help each other out with that,” he intoned. 

Sammy’s face lit up. “Ooooo, I like the way you think.”  The river otter got onto his knees, the mattress cushion indenting under his weight. The sea otter started to do the same, wondering what Sammy was up to now, but before he could, Sammy pushed him onto his back, lying flat. William braced himself as he watched the aroused little otter mount him at the groin. Sammy sat up straight, jerking his own erection which he then pressed against William’s shaft. The river otter grabbed both their cocks with both of his paws.

Oh, fuck yes, William thought, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

“Mmm,” Sammy hummed. “How does that feel?”

It was hard, slick, and decidedly hot against his own highly sensitive flesh, and Sammy’s soft paws to surround him was the cherry on top. The idea of it was far more arousing than the actual feel; having both of their flourishing cocks pressed right up against each other, their most guarded and intimate parts exposed and touching. The sea otter realized that he had been raising his pelvis as if unconsciously trying to press even harder against Sammy. This caused the two pink members to slide, stimulating the nerves along his length, each cock wet with natural honey. He stifled a groan rising in his throat, but when the river otter smiled above him, he could tell he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was. 

“Woah there boy. Someone’s eager, huh?” Sammy mused. “Want me to rub them together? Up… and down…” He emphasized his words by actually doing it, the friction between their skin deliciously electric. William could even feel Sammy’s furred nuts resting atop his own. God, it was warm down there, so much blood rushing to the same place…

“Yeah,” The sea otter breathed, his tone unashamed. A certain need, that carnal desire, had begun to fill his loins again, just like it had last night.

He watched as Sammy obliged, beginning to shift his hips back and forth in the sea otter’s lap, essentialy fucking against William’s cock. The motion was so slow, so teasing. As pleasurable and novel as the sensation was, he knew it wasn’t even about that. It was about this special closeness, the complete mutuality of it. The position was a suggestion, one that was so viscerally personal. Just the sight of it was so goddamned hot.

The sea otter had to admit it for it to feel right. “God… Sammy… you make me so fucking hard.”

For the first time since they had met, Sammy seemed to show the slightest sign of embarrassment, to William’s surprise. The river otter’s smile dimmed, but still remained, and his eyes went elsewhere, away from William’s face, hiding. If otters could blush, William figured Sammy would be a bit red in the cheeks. It was strangely alluring. A funny notion clicked in his head. Bathed in the morning light, the fringes of his fur glowing, Sammy's whole body soft and inviting; he almost looked like an angel.

“Yeah… you’re not bad yourself,” Sammy replied, although some of his usual, smooth confidence was mysteriously absent. 

It was a little esteem booster if nothing else. Though William’s focus was more centered on what appeared to be a sudden kink in Sammy’s armor. Had it only taken a few words to throw him off? 

Hmmm, the sea otter thought.

Even as he added in his own hip movement, he questioned, “Where are you gonna take this?” Sammy met his eyes once more, but there was a change. 

No way.

“I- I’m gonna ride you, stupid.” 

He was pretty sure he was onto it now, so he decided to gamble. “You don’t sound sure.”

It was for less than a second, but William caught it, the brief flash of an expression of confusion, the subtle furrow of Sammy’s eyebrow, even a little surprise showing before it regained his bearing. His smile however, was gone.

“Well, yeah,” The river otter replied. Then he stopped; still holding on, but no longer moving.

Now it was William’s turn to be confused.

“William, can I tell you something?”

The sea otter put his paws on his fellow’s.

“Yeah, what’s wrong?”

Sammy chuckled. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. It’s just that, you're... different.”

Eyebrows furrowed, he began to stroke Sammy’s paws unconsciously.

“Like, in a really, really good way. I don’t know, it’s only been like, a day. Not even, maybe,” the river otter said, then shook his head. “Look, long story short, I don’t usually tell guys this but, I kind of like it when someone else takes control, like if you were to be more aggressive.”

“It seemed like you were going in that direction when you questioned me just now. So I just wanted to tell you before we went any further.”

“Oh,” was all William could say. So he was right in the end, just not as right as he thought he was.

“Okay. That’s actually cute that you would admit that,” William said, instantly earning another look of embarrassment from Sammy. “I um, I think I can manage that, though.”

“Good,” Sammy said. “And… thank you, Will. I know this isn’t the most romantic moment in the world, but it does mean a lot to me.”

“Of course, Sammy. You’re awesome.”

Their mutual gaze lingered until they both seemed to realize they had been staring a bit too long. “Um,” Sammy spoke up. “We should get ready, I’m gonna grab some lube, it should be…” he trailed off as he climbed down from William’s lap, leaning over the edge of the bed, which meant his butt was practically presenting itself to the sea otter. He was only a man with natural urges, instincts, and all that. So his gaze did happen to wander. 

It had to be on purpose. Sammy’s plump, heart-shaped rear was stuck up in the air, his fuzzy sack hanging down, and above it a small, smooth ring. By the time the river otter had managed to fish out the bottle from his discarded pants on the floor, William had already taken a more proactive approach to progressing this encounter. His paws gripped on his bedmate, unabashedly feeling his butt.

Sammy tsked before he turned to face the misbehaving otter. When he did, however, he found himself being picked up by the armpits before being laid on his back, only to see the culprit looming above him, a certain streak of hunger plain on their face. William then spread Sammy’s legs and got in between them, even as the river otter fumbled with the recently retrieved lube.

“W-well- I-” the littler otter stammered. “Goodness!”

The exclamation did nothing to halt the larger otter’s advances. Leaning down, William nuzzled into Sammy’s fluffy neck, planting a series of deep, possessive kisses.

“Oh… sh- shit…” Sammy murmured, caught off guard.

William, on the other hand, could only half-believe what he was doing. This wasn’t like him, and he knew it, and yet, at the same time, it felt like this was exactly what he was doing. So he simply continued, only partially thinking his way through.

He tasted Sammy’s fur, and he had to admit: it felt a little animalistic. But it was still good to do. It was right. The river otter pawed at his back, overwhelmed yet trying to pull him closer all the same, non-verbally asking for more. Instead, however, William leaned back, sitting on the heels of his hind paws; a position that granted ready access to his throbbing member. 

Sammy knew exactly what William wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. He sat up, turned his bottle upside down as he uncapped it, and unceremoniously squirt a generous portion of its contents on the sea otter’s length. With his free paw, he took hold of William's cock and stroked him, spreading the lube all over. 

"My, my. What do you plan on doing with this, mister?" Sammy asked. 

It was cheesy, William knew, but the faux innocence in the river otter’s voice was still a huge turn-on. 

He rolled his hips against Sammy's paw. "I'm gonna fuck you into a mewling, adorable little puddle," William replied.

Sammy’s eyes widened. "Oh, dear!" The undertone of excitement was not even close to being veiled by the attempt at seeming surprised. 

Letting go of the man above him, the river otter once more applied the bottle, however, this time it was on his paw, one which trailed down, down, down his body until it found his own anus. Spreading, lathering, and even sinking an explorative digit in, he readied himself for William.

Seeing Sammy in this position, knowing what he was about to do, William was surprised his heart hadn’t already popped in his chest from beating so hard. The little otter tossed away the lube. There was nothing between them but a decision. And so, deciding not to hesitate, and to indulge his patiently restrained desire, the larger otter sidled up against Sammy. With one paw he grabbed a leg, and with the other he clasped himself, guiding slowly as he pressed his hips down. They both watched as his tip met Sammy’s soft pucker.

William, without even thinking, took in a deep breath before he pushed in. It was the tightness he noticed first, the initial resistance, however uniform and slight it was. But with the lube, both natural and artificial, it proved no trouble at all. As he continued to slip in, his length gradually disappearing, he next realized the heat. It was different from Sammy’s mouth, this was… so much more intense. It almost felt like it should burn, but it didn’t, it only felt accommodating and inviting, coaxing him to push more of himself inside. He gasped when the sensation and rush of pleasure became too much at once.

Deep breaths, steady pace, he reminded himself. Didn’t want to blow too early. He swallowed.

“Keep going,” he heard Sammy breathe. He did as he was told. He kept filling the little otter up, centimeter by centimeter. 

He only became aware of the fact he’d bottomed out when he felt his crotch pressed fully against Sammy’s hips, balls teasing his stomach. 

William’s respirations were unsteady, his chest shuddering; but despite this exasperation, he arched his back, bringing his hips back before he slid himself back home. They both groaned out loud.

“Fuck, Sammy…” the sea otter muttered. He then leaned down over his bedmate, propping up on his elbows and letting his head rest on Sammy’s chest. Still pumping in and out of the little otter, William was beside himself with pleasant friction, friction that felt so smooth and wet, the visceral texture of Sammy’s innards all too vivid, striking his nerves with electric potency. He could even hear it, those lewd, smacking sounds, keeping him in the headspace of the moment, reminding him exactly what he was doing. He was fucking Sammy, right here, right now. As he got the hang of the rhythm, he began to speed up. And the faster he went, the more he wanted to go faster, to feel more of that slick heaven lavishing his cock, to hear more of Sammy’s moans.

“Mmmm… s- slow down a bit,” Sammy said.

Surprised, and slightly disappointed, William obliged. His motions became laxer, the rush of them gone. The little otter’s words had sparked a bit of worry in him.

“What’s wrong?” the larger otter asked, looking up.

“I just wanted to take it slower, more relaxed. You know… really take in and enjoy the moment.” 

Then Sammy chuckled.

“Plus, it’s kind of romantic, that way.”

William smiled. Silly otter, he thought. But he put his head down and resumed nonetheless. Hearing the heavy, rapid thump of Sammy’s heart, he let it be the ambient music to his deliberate, sensual, steady humping. God, did it feel heavenly. It was just on the brink of too much for his virgin member.

“Don’t hold back when you get close,” the river otter piped up again. “Without going faster, just let it build up until you release. Inside, preferably,” he managed to get out, it came out in staccato breaths. His voice was so light, so cute, William couldn’t help but adore him. 

Coincidentally, the sea otter was getting close. The stirring, ever-rising string of pleasure had sprouted in his loins, growing with every thrust. Although he was being slow, he made sure to drive with considerable strength, because it felt right to. And when he was rewarded with Sammy writhing beneath him, pawing at his back, locking his legs around the larger otter’s hips, it just made him want to go harder. He held strong, however, letting the oncoming orgasm snowball. It was relaxing to know the inevitable end, that it would come in its own time, that there was no rush. It allowed him to let all the good feelings sink in. His mind was awash with nothing but euphoria and bodily craving.

Before he knew it he was there. 

“Sammy…” he warned, for the second time since they’d met.

“Mhmm, Mhmm,” the river otter whined quietly, to William’s confoundment.

He arched back and thrust back in, balls deep, grinding into it as he tipped over the edge. It was only white, stars and white. His thoughts were gone, kicked out and usurped by the raw, unbridled euphoria of his balls emptying within another, ropes of his cum filling Sammy’s tunnel.

“Oh- oh, god.” he stammered.

There was a faint movement: the river otter shaking underneath him. There was something wet on his stomach.

When William came back to, the first thing he noticed was both of their panting. It was so unashamed and loud. He was still inside. It felt good and gooey.

“Thanks,” the sea otter said. 

He heard the river otter sigh. 

“You’re quite welcome, big guy.”

WOAH! Thank u for reading to the end Mister YOU. I've been tossing this idea around in my head for a while now, so its nice to finally get it all out. It was supposed to be a bit shorter, but an extra thousand or two thousand words never hurt anybody so, bah humbug, i say!

Merry christmas by the way! Hope u have a good 1 cute stuff OWO ;)