Chapter 2

The virgin-no-longer liepard reclined in the hot, steaming bath with a groan. Ron was on the other side of the tub, relaxing himself, but there wasn’t quite enough room for the two teenagers, and their legs ended up brushing together. Ron looked quite embarrassed to be in this situation, but thankfully he didn’t actually complain about it. Definitely a win in Cavin’s book.

"So… what's it like?" asked his friend, completely out of the blue.

"What's what like?" Calvin replied, purring from how nice the water felt. Warm, soothing, the perfect balm for his used folds. Ron’s bathtub was way bigger than the one back home, and getting to use it was always a treat.

"You know." Ron's attention flicked between Calvin's hind legs, where his vulva leaked a steady trickle of the deerling's seed into the water. "That."

"That, huh?" Lowering his forepaw underwater, Calvin spread himself, and even expedited the flow of gooey deerling cum by wiggling his hips. Ron lowered his ears. Calvin loved how easy it was getting Ron all flustered. He was too adorable. "Gotta be more specific, dude."

"Ugh, you're the worst!" Ron whined, wacking him with a foreleg. Gently, of course; Calvin barely felt it. "I just wanna know what it feels like to have a dick in you, okay? It sounds so weird! And gross! Especially leaking like that. Doesn't it feel gross? Like snot or something?"

"I mean, I guess it feels gross," he admitted while keeping his legs spread, allowing the hot water to better soothe his aching insides. "But it's a nice, sexy gross. Did my pussy feel gross wrapped around your cock?" Calvin sat up enough to lean forward, batting his eyelashes. "Did shooting jizz deep inside your best friend's girl hole feel gross?"

"D-dude!" Calvin said. Then, even more exasperated, "and don't call it a girl hole! Sounds weird. Like you’re a girl."

Calvin cocked his head. "I would’ve thought you’d be more comfortable fucking me if I were a girl. Hmm, would you like me to call it my boy hole instead? If you insist! But fucking my boy hole is super gay."

"You said it wasn't gay!"

"Really?!” Calvin gasped, acting innocent. “I meant to say it’s only gay if the balls touch,” which they totally did, “or if we call it my boy hole. Pretty gay, dude, so gay that you may as well own up to it by stuffing my tailhole with your cock."

"Ugh!" Ron threw up his hooves, splashing water onto them both. "You're unbelievable."

"And you’re just making me wetter~" Calvin sing-songed as the water dripped down his face. Noticing Ron's burning glare, he decided to just answer his question. "So. Do you really wanna know what getting fucked by your long, sleek, throbbing cock feels like? It’s hard to describe, but it definitely feels different from sucking myself off. Cumming feels the same no matter which part I play with, but cumming while you’re inside me feels pretty weird, and very good!"

Ron balked at him. "You've sucked yourself off?" 

"That's the part you focus on?” Calvin laughed as Ron’s ears splayed back. “But yeah, being flexible is preeeeetty great. Oral rocks, even when it’s my own mouth. I doubt my mouth feels as good for me as my cunt did for you, though." Calvin leaned back with a longing sigh, tail swishing to flick water back at Ron, payment for the earlier splash. "What I wouldn't give to swap places with you. Getting to cream in my pussy sounds amazing.”

"You're jealous of me?” Ron said. “But you're the one with both! You get to know how both sides feel."

"Sure, but right now I only know what getting dicked feels like, not giving it," Calvin said with a roll of his eyes. "Don’t get me wrong, your dick felt amazing, but the look on your face when you came inside me was something else! I keep imagining how warm and soft and tight I was, and fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it…"

Ron stared at Calvin's peeking tip for a moment before adamantly looking away. "Can't help you there. Sorry."

Calvin really couldn't stop thinking about it. The bliss of slipping inside a warm, squeezing pussy, milked by muscles eager--no, designed to receive his seed. He imagined how amazing it would feel, how tense he’d get as he drew closer, using that soft, clenching hole for his own pleasure until he unloaded all his pent up seed.

“If you had a pussy, you’d let me fuck it, right?” Calvin asked. “Since that’s what good friends do?”

“I… I think so?” Ron said with dubious confidence. The deerling took a moment to scrub his fur with a washcloth, one of those quadruped-friendly ones that hooked around the foreleg. “Though I’m not sure letting your friend fuck your pussy is a part of being a ‘good friend’.”

“It helps though, right? Because as long as we’re good friends, you can stuff me any time you’d like.” With a purr building in his chest, he added, “Even right now. What do you say? Wanna stuff this kitty?”

Ron hesitated long enough that he almost thought he’d say yes, only to dash his hopes. “We’re taking a bath to get clean,” said the spoilsport. “We are so not in here to get even messier.”

“Come on, you can’t so no to more pussy!”

“I can and I am.” Ron leaned back in the water with a sigh. “I’m not really feeling it right now.” 

Satisfied? After one go? Calvin couldn’t understand it. If he had a friend putting out, he’d have jumped at the opportunity for more pussy. Multiple times. Constantly.

“That’s dumb,” Calvin said. “Sex is great! No way you’re done already.”

Ron shrugged as he returned to cleaning himself. “I don’t know how it works with you, but I need to recharge, you know?”

He didn’t know. At all. One of the perks of his weird plumbing was the lack of a refractory period, despite the fact he was preeeetty sure he had a prostate and stuff. He wasn’t sure how things worked, but he could keep going a few times before anything down there started aching.

“You’ll be up for more tonight though?” Calvin asked hopefully. 

Ron once again dashed his hopes. “You mean on my clean sheets?” he scoffed. “Ugh. No.”

“We can bring towels!” Calvin countered, getting desperate. Sex in bed sounded amazing now that he proposed the idea, he couldn’t just give up on it. “Come on, it’ll be like a sleepover!”

“This is a sleepover.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Dude, we can’t do it on my bed. Mom would kill me if we got anything on the sheets.”

“But imagine how snuggly and fun It’ll be! And-- and when you cum I’ll hold it in all night so nothing leaks out!” Totally a lie. He couldn’t even begin to imagine how that would work. He had trouble holding pee in sometimes--stupid split urethra--holding in fluid unconsciously, without an actual bladder, would be nigh impossible.

“I don’t believe you can do that,” the deerling called his bluff. “And even if you can, I told you, I’m not horny anymore. What we did is awesome, I want to do it again, but I don’t know when I’ll be ready. And even if I am horny later, we still shouldn't do it in my room. Like, no. Maybe in the bathroom again next time you come over, but not on my freaking sheets.”

“Fine.” Defeated, Calvin slumped down in the tub, sinking below the waterline and blowing bubbles with his mouth. He wasn’t pouting, nope. He was just bored. Yep.

The next few minutes passed in awkward silence. Ron slathered huge amounts of soap onto his washcloth and systematically scrubbed himself clean of any lingering cum, while Calvin settled to rubbing a washcloth on himself without any soap, letting the sudsy water do the job. Or that’s what he expected to happen. Evidently, it wasn’t very good at the job, and Calvin scrubbed at a particularly stubborn patch of cum-stained fur for a whole ten seconds before Ron seemed to notice.

“You… need help?”

“No.” Calvin continued his efforts, ignoring the stupid deerling who stared at him. He didn’t need him. Dumb stupid deerling doesn’t even want my pussy anymore, so why would I want his help?

“Seriously, dude, if this is about me not wanting to mess up my bed, you’re being dumb.”

“You’re being dumb!” Calvin shot back, hating how childish he sounded but also sorta not giving a shit. “So there!”

Ron stared at him. “...Are you really so horny that you can’t wait a day? One day? We just had sex!”

“But I want to have it again!” Frustrated, Calvin hit the water with his paws, splashing Ron… and the floor. “Uh, heh, sorry?”

Ron did not look amused. In fact, he was so unamused that he was glaring. Like, actually mad glaring. 

“You’re drying that when we get out, and then we’re not talking about this again. You’re being way too pushy and needy and you need to freaking chill.” With that said, Ron went back to cleaning himself. And this time he didn’t offer any help. 

Calvin slumped in the water again, not bothering to clean himself. He hated this. At least a minute passed in silence, and for what? Because he wanted to give them both a good time? Am I really being too needy? Sex is amazing, better than, like, ice cream or something. How am I being needy if I want something that is obviously amazing for us both? Is it really such a big deal that I want more of it?

Ron clearly thought so. The stupid deerling didn’t realize how good a deal he was getting. Free pussy, any time he liked. All Calvin wanted in return was to have sex whenever he wanted too, even when Ron wasn’t… in the mood…

Oh. I’m a piece of shit.

“I’m sorry,” Calvin muttered.

“What’s that?” Ron replied in that obnoxious tone pokemon did when they knew they won. “I can’t hear you.”

“Well if you’re gonna be smug about it, I won’t apologize!”

“You already did,” the deerling sing-songed. “Too late! Now, what are you sorry for?”

Was Ron really doing this? He was so acting like a mom. “Sorry that… ugh, that I’m being so pushy and needy. That I’m asking for sex when you’re not in the mood. That I won’t think about your sheets. Happy?”

“Very.” And Ron looked happy, too. Mostly smug though. Stupid smug deerling and his stupid and smug sexy face. His tone softened, “Hey, if we’re careful, really careful, and we use towels like you suggested, we can try doing it in my bed tonight.”

Calvin’s heart leapt with joy. “Ohmygosh, really?!” He was so ready to get pounded again. Maybe Ron would be up for cuddling afterwards too? That would be pretty awesome. “I thought you said no!”

“I did, but I had a moment to think about it. It sounds fun.” Ron glanced away, ears flattening. “Look, it’s not like I don’t want to do it, I’m just nervous about my mom finding out.”

“It’ll be fine!’ Calvin insisted, riding the momentum. “Even if anything gets on the sheets, she’ll think you had a wet dream or something, no biggy. My mom’s found worse stains on my sheets.” Calvin wished he could take that admission back the moment it left his lips. “Never mind. Forget I said that!”

The look Ron gave him was beyond mortified. “Do… do I even want to know?”

Calvin had two choices here. Tell the truth, or lie. If he lied, then Ron would think he peed his bed, which was embarrassing and had happened before, just not recently. If he told the truth, then Ron would learn some of the grosser parts of heat, but which was honestly less embarrassing. He couldn’t do much about heat, but wetting the bed at his age was sad. 

“It’s just heat stuff,” Calvin admitted, sinking back down into the tub where he belonged. “It’s not a lot, definitely not like I hear happens with gardevoir and other pokemon like them, but I do bleed a little bit when in heat, like a tiny smidgen. Nothing serious! It’s easily manageable.” Ron stared open-mouthed, and he sank even lower. “Don’t give me that look, it’s not that bad! It only comes out of my pussy.”

“You know what, I’m down for finishing up our bath and forgetting all about this conversation. Sound good?”

Calvin swallowed hard. “Sounds good!”

Wrapped in towels and stealthy as two preteen boys could be, they managed to sneak back into Ron's room with Mrs. Grasswhistle none the wiser. Which was good, because Calvin had no freaking clue how to explain to the sawsbuck why they took a bath together, nor why he smelled like her lovely shampoo. 

Calvin flopped onto the bed with a happy groan, along with the set of towels he'd smuggled in. "I feel fantastic," the liepard chirped as he rolled around on his back, wrinkling the soft towels in the process. "Awesome sex, the puuurfect bath, and--fuck, dude, your mom's shampoo is amazing! Come on, get up here! Feel how silky-smooth my fur is!" He buried his snout into the towels he'd been rolling in, inhaling deep. "Mhhmmm, smells nice too."

Ron stared at him for a moment, only to snort. "You're such a weirdo. My shampoo is way better than that frilly girl stuff. Nice and manly."

"Dude,” he deadpanned, “you smell like a flower.”

"I do n-not!" Ron's voice crack sent Calvin into a fit of giggles. "H-hey, it's not funny!"

"Sorry, sorry," Calvin said, grinning. "I didn’t mean it as an insult! I like your shampoo. It smells nice and sexy."

"Um, th-thanks…" Ron looked away and bit his lip. Awkward. "Let's get these towels set up. I don't want to risk anything."

"Yeah, I get it," Calvin said. He shuffled around on his back, getting comfortable. "Under the covers too?"

"Especially under the covers," Ron confirmed, setting the towels next to Calvin. One wet, one dry. 

Lining the sheets went by quickly, though Ron's suggestion for the remaining towel activated his fight or flight response. “Let’s wrap it around your waist, and--”

"Fuck that,” Calvin growled. The deerling glared at him, but he glared right back and added firmly, "I am not putting a towel on my lap while we fuck.”

"Come on!" Ron whined. "You'll get cum on me and my sheets if you don’t."

"Not if I'm on my stomach while you fuck me," he pointed out, tail flicking in agitation. He’d never live down the humiliation of using a towel like what was basically a cum diaper. "Then I'll just cum onto the towel that’s already on the sheets, no biggy."

Ron wasn’t backing down. "It'll seep through the towel," he said. "Come on, just wrap the towel around your hips! It's not like you're gonna use your penis anyway."

"Because you’ll be fucking my pussy, is that right? Maybe I want to jack off my big, throbbing dick while you plow me. How am I going to do that with a cum diaper on?"

"I-it’s not a cum diaper!" Ron protested. "Ugh, why are you being so difficult!?"

"I'll wear the cum diaper." He grinned as the deerling’s left eye twitched, "If you let me play with your dick before we fuck again."

"What, no!" Ron said so quickly that Calvin deflated. "Come on, don't be like that. You know I'm not into dudes."

Sure didn’t seem to matter when you hugged me earlier. Calvin bit his cheek to refrain from saying what he wanted, knowing it would only upset the moody deerling. "Can I be on top then?" he suggested instead. "I'll wear the stupid towel if I can be on top."

"You are not fucking me in the--"

"On top so I can ride your dick, dingus!" Calvin interrupted, growling. How difficult could his friend be? "If you won't even let me touch your dick, obviously I know you won't let me fuck your ass. I'm not stupid." As sexy as it sounds. 

Ron actually looked embarrassed. "Oh. Right. Uh, yeah, that should be okay. Especially with the towel. Sorry about that, I wasn’t thinking."

"Damn right you weren’t. Now help me tie this stupid towel around my waist so we can get in bed." He giggled at the thought of what came next. "I can’t wait to do it under the covers! You as excited as I am? Betcha can’t wait to feel a real pussy around your dick again, huh?"

Ron’s ears went flat as he nodded.

Tying the towel proved more tricky than he expected, but after about a minute of fumbling, they managed. It was at times like this that Calvin wished he had opposable thumbs. Some pokemon really did get all the luck. 

Ron wiggled his way under the covers first, with Calvin following right after, laughing with excitement as he rubbed up against the flustered deerling, making extra sure the towel was pressed against his belly and crotch. 

“D-dude, stop getting so close…”

Calvin scoffed--Ron was being such a pansy. “I’m wearing the stupid cum diaper, relax. I’m just having some fun. Think fast!” 

Ron eeped as he lunged, wrapping his paws around the deerling to bring them closer, so close he could feel Ron’s heart fluttering against his chest. Pinned under nearly sixty pounds of newly evolved liepard was exactly where the silly deerling belonged.

Calvin lifted his tail and scooted forward, leaving his backside exposed under the covers as he properly sat himself upon Ron’s lap. Frustratingly, the towel proved not only a barrier between cock and cock, but also cock and pussy, so it took a few minor adjustments and wiggling to get Ron’s semi-erect penis where he wanted it. He let out a shaky exhale when that deerling tip pressed against the base of his tail, warm and stiff, throbbing against his pussy and anus both. 

“Hey there, handsome” he whispered huskily from above the adorably blushy deerling, grinding his soaked rump against Ron’s growing maleness. He really did not care if Ron complained about his dick touching his tailhole too--if Ron even noticed at all. “Wanna fuck?”

As much as Ron claimed to be put off by being ‘so close’, that didn’t stop the deerling from squeaking out an excited, “Y-yes.”

Calvin grinned and shifted forward, repositioning Ron’s penis away from his tailhole and toward his more feminine entrance instead. The anticipation proved no match for the actual contact, and tingles raced down his spine as that sleek tip squished against his awaiting folds before slipping inside.

He cozied up to the deering by nuzzling him under the chin. Sure, he was pushing his luck by being so affectionate, but what fun was sex if they didn’t get at least a little intimate? If Ron pulled away, he’d stop. “Mhm, you’re so warm and fuzzy…”

Surprisingly, Ron didn’t pull away, and even returned the hug by wrapping his forelegs around Calvin’s neck, giving a tight squeeze of his own. This also had the amazing side effect of bringing their crotches together, filling Calvin with nearly half of Ron’s lengthy dick. He groaned at the sudden penetration. His insides clenched around the intruder, which encouraged Ron to thrust, both preteens groaning as his audibly squishy insides were stuffed with sleek deerling cock. 

“H-ha, knew you couldn’t resist,” Calvin teased his friend. “Try not to cum too fast~”

“Sh-shut up, dude,” Ron huffed, his nose cold against his neck, sending more tingles down his spine. He was clearly unaware of how intimate the gesture felt. Not that Calvin would tell him that. “You’re--hnnn--lucky we’re even doing this in my bed…”

The deerling’s clumsy attempts to bury himself deeper weren’t nearly as uncomfortable as their first time, but it was close. It was also increasingly difficult to keep his cool. Despite being sopping wet, he was still feline; his poor vagina was not designed for such dramatic stretching. Shouldn’t I be looser from earlier? Ugh, porn lied to me…

Gritting his teeth to hold back any embarrassing sounds, Calvin finally had enough. “Jeez, ch-chill!” he growled at Ron, who stopped pushing deeper with a squeak. “I’m on top, so I get control. That’s how it works! My pussy’s not going anywhere.” Calvin placed his paws on Ron’s chest to keep himself steady, and purred, “Sit back, relax, and let me rock your world.”

“But I--”

A paw against Ron’s snoot silenced the chatty deerling. “Dude, just shut up and let me fuck you.” 

He removed his paw to let Ron speak. “O-okay,” was his meek reply. “Sorry…”

“You can apologize by staying riiight there.”

The liepard’s greater weight should have given Calvin full control from the get-go, but only now that Ron stopped moving so much could he finally use that control in practice. 

With both forepaws pressing on Ron’s chest, Calvin started to lift himself off the submissive deering, only to grunt as his inner muscles clamped down hard, doing their very best to keep Ron’s hard, throbbing cock from escaping that amazing spot squeezing insistently under his tailhole. Gosh, Calvin really wished he could feel what Ron felt right now. Being stuffed by a cock felt awesome, stretched wide by such a warm, rigid length, but it wasn’t fair at all he couldn’t try the other side. 

He was actually jealous of his friend: how dumb was that? 

It took some effort, but after wiggling his butt and working against his greedy muscles, eventually he rose high enough until only the deerling’s tapered tip remained inside, twitching against his sensitive folds. 

“Either I’m really tight or you’re really thick,” Calvin said with a laugh, “Pretty sure I’m just tight, though.”

Ron’s ears flattened. “H-hey!”

“Kidding!” 

Calvin pressed his rear against Ron’s twitching tip, teasing the gasping deerling with the warm, wet promise of returning to his innermost depths. A promise which remained unfulfilled as he kept grinding, the poor deerling very clearly fighting the urge to thrust, muzzle all scrunched up in the most adorable way.

Before that new expression of his could become a permanent fixture on his snout, Calvin lowered himself, sinking onto Ron’s penis, spreading himself wider and wider until he reached the largest part around the middle. On a whim, he pulled back up, shuddering as his insides once again clung onto the deerling, so desperately wanting to keep him inside.

Ron’s needy whines were far sexier than he thought they’d be. 

“What’s the matter?” he asked the squirming deerling, unable to keep the neediness out of his own voice. He couldn’t get over how fucking hot this was. “Can’t wait to stuff me again? Say you want it. Tell me how much you need my tight feline pussy.”

“C-come on, dude.” Ron jerked his hips up a little to get somewhat deeper, but somehow managing to restrain himself further. “Don’t do that! It’s mean…” 

Maybe that was a little mean. “Okay, fiiine. Let me make it up to you~”

Calvin dropped, taking the entirety of his friend’s lengthy deerling cock. His overwhelmed vagina clamped down on the invader, trembling around the entirety of Ron’s length, buried deep within his much too small tunnel. “F-fuck, you feel soooo much bigger on the inside! Are you moving it on purpose?

“You’re squeezing a lot, I can’t help it! Does it feel good at least? Doesn't it hurt like the first time?”

He nodded and shut his eyes. “It’s--hnn--perfect!”

Calvin didn’t move for a few moments, letting his body acclimate to the sudden penetration. Even though it felt good, it was still intense, and he took deep, calming breaths as his squeezing insides greeted Ron’s own reactive sex with the most intimate of hugs. He could only imagine how amazing it felt being inside him. But at the same time, it felt so fucking good on his end that he could almost let go of his envy, curiosity taking a backseat to the very real delights of having his itch scratched from the inside.

He sat up on shaky legs once he got used to Ron’s cock again. His walls were tingly and tense as he lifted off Ron, pelvic muscles squeezing and squeezing the entire way out. Slow, steady, his way. 

Then Ron’s cock slipped out with a sudden pop, ruining the entire moment. 

He growled at the accidental pull out. Pressed firmly against his tailhole, Ron’s cock was so not where he wanted it to be. As interesting as it felt. 

Maybe he could convince Ron to try this some other time?

“Put it back in!” Ron whined, thrusting up into him, to no avail. “You’re doing this on purpose!” 

“No, I’m not!” Calvin countered, cheeks burning at the accusation. Even if it had been his fault last time… “It was an accident! Sh-shut up!”

Ron glared up at him, and Calvin glared right back, neither pokemon happy about this turn of events. 

Some awkward shuffling, grunting, and butt shaking later, Calvin managed to return Ron’s cock where it belonged. They sighed happily as Ron’s tip settled against his slippery pussy, sliding between his folds and throbbing away. 

With everything right where it should be, Calvin eased himself down, taking the deerling slowly, careful--screw that! Calvin slammed himself onto the deerling, stealing his breath away as he received the entirety of his cock at once. But instead of holding himself there, he immediately began to pull up again, actually doing so slowly, and carefully, only to plunge right back down again when he was halfway inside, unwilling to take any more slip out risks.

“Fuck yeah! That’s the stuff!” He cheered as he fucked Ron in exactly the way he liked it. “See? Told you me being on top would be better! Feels great, right?”

Ron’s only reply was an adorable whimper.

This was what was missing. This was what he craved. No more teasing, no more jokes. The gradual pull-out and subsequent plunge felt so much better for Calvin than Ron’s clumsy humping last time, and he swore he could feel his walls cling onto the deerling with every exit, only to sing with joy on the penetration, that warm, throbbing deerling cock stroking his tingly walls in exactly the right way.

Calvin gazed into his best friend’s eyes as he humped him. Fast drops, slow pull ups--those were still the best, but sometimes he’d hold himself against Ron’s crotch, and just… enjoy how their bodies tensed and throbbed together. Then, when the itch demanded scratching again, he’d pull up quickly, before slowly, teasingly plunging back down. 

It was pretty fun mixing things up, at least until Ron whined again for him to go faster. The deering tried looking away from him, from his friend riding him hard enough to make his bed creak, but he was clearly loving it, his expression one of obvious delight. His expression was so bright, and his smile so full of pleasure that the joy even reached his eyes, making them shine  like stars. 

The deerling was adorable, a grinning, bashful, flustered mess. On Calvin’s part, he didn’t even try to hide his breathy giggles or delighted smile. Why contain happiness when it felt so right to let it free? 

The loud, wet smacks of flesh against slick flesh were sexier than any fantasy. 

Calvin nuzzled Ron’s neck, purring deeply into the deerling’s fur. He wasn’t thrusting much anymore, content with lazy humping as he snuggled with his best friend. Belly to belly, chest to chest, warm and soft, the scent of shampoos and soaps competing with the powerful stink of sweat and lust. 

Ron returned the intimacy two-fold as he began to hump too, huffing and puffing all the while, tickling Calvin’s chest with those hot exhales. It felt so pleasant that Calvin didn’t stop him, didn’t regain control. He felt all fuzzy and warm inside. He was still on top, still riding Ron, grinding hard against his lap, squeezing and stroking his length and driving them both toward completion, but now it felt… equal. They both strove toward orgasmic release, they both nuzzled and gasped and whined. 

The deerling’s eyes were closed now, but his were wide open, captivated by Ron’s face, lost in the depths of his joy. He almost imagined they had transcended the bonds of friends, that they were making love, not just scratching an itch. He knew this wasn’t right, he knew they were still just friends, that this was mutual pleasure seeking, and nothing more. But it was so difficult to pretend it meant nothing as Ron hugged him tightly with each thrust, as Calvin humped and grinded back, as they nuzzled into each other’s necks, lost in the throes of sex. 

In a moment of weakness, he planted a kiss along the soft crook of Ron’s neck. Barely a flick of the tongue, a brush of muzzle against fur. It was so brief Ron likely didn’t even notice. 

He pushed his luck with another lick. Then one more. Those three kisses quickly became ten, until soon he was suckling the deerling’s neck, leaving his best friend’s fur matted and wet under the slobbery assault. Ron seemed into it at first. His cock twitched harder, and his thrusts were clumsier, broadcasting his eagerness to climax. 

Embodied by this response, Calvin licked his way up toward his chin, and eventually his snout, intending to steal his first kiss when the deerling suddenly pulled away. “Dude--hnn--wh-what are you doing?” 

Ron’s voice was strained--not only with pleasure, but confusion and discomfort too. 

With great regret he pulled away to look into Ron’s unsure eyes. “S-sorry,” Calvin muttered. I just wanted to make this special, was what he really wanted to say. He held his tongue. “I’m really close, I thought kissing was part of sex. Should I stop?”

His climax had been building steadily throughout their mating. Even now, the pressure grew like a bubble, threatening to pop. Not even the sudden tension could stop the steady climb. He’d been too close, so very fucking close. All he could do was hold still and hope he didn’t cum during the awkward silence. Didn’t stop his insides from clenching around Ron, so very hard.

Ron bit his lip. “I’m close too, um… If you don’t make it weird after, I-I guess kissing is okay--” 

The sheer exuberance buzzing its way throughout Calvin’s body sent him crashing straight into Ron’s muzzle, causing the deerling’s eyes to widen considerably. He didn’t seem to know what to do at first as Calvin moaned into his mouth, but it didn’t take long before the deerling melted into the kiss with a soft moan of his own. 

I’m doing it. I’m kissing Ron. No fucking way. 

Calvin leaned into their totally not romantic first kiss, close enough to feel Ron’s heartbeat fluttering away like a trapped fletching in his chest. This was happening. This was real. And it was so fucking hot feeling Ron’s soft, warm lips against his--even if their noses squished awkwardly--that Calvin passed the point of no return. 

He broke the kiss with a gasp.

“O-oh fuck. Ron! I’m-- I’m g-gonna-- I-I’m--” 

He pressed his muzzle back into Ron’s face, whining into the startled deerling’s mouth as his cock twitched against the towel, once, twice, thrice, staining the clean fabric with slick gushes of hot liepard seed, each and every squirt accompanied by an urgent clench under his tail. The pleasure stole his breath away. He deepened the kiss, held Ron close, dug his claws into his best friend’s fur as he came so hard he saw stars. 

Ron’s own muffled whines filled his sensitive ears, and it was no surprise when his length burst into twitches next, splash after splash of wet warmth spilling deep within his femininity. Calvin couldn’t imagine what his orgasmic contractions might have felt like around his dick. How tight his pussy must feel from the other side, massaging the deerling’s length without even trying until he exploded with pleasure. 

Lucky… I wanna put my dick in a pussy too…

The rush of their shared climax ended far too swiftly. They broke the kiss halfway through their orgasms in favor of hugging instead, their delighted giggles filling the room. Calvin’s fluttering aftershocks continued to squeeze Ron until his softening penis finally popped out, along with a gush of warm fluids. 

“Fuck, that was intense,” Calvin murmured, snuggling into Ron’s cheek. “Wow.”

Ron looked very sleepy as he replied, “Yeah… Wow. I can’t believe you kissed me. Arceus, I can’t believe I kissed you back.”

"That’s just a part of sex.” The excuse felt weak to his ears, but Ron thankfully seemed to take it at face value.

“I get that, but I didn’t think I’d share my first kiss with my best friend. With you, Calvin.” Ron bit his lip, and Calvin’s heart raced with anticipation at what he was going to say next. “Don’t make this weird, but it was nice, kissing during sex. I’m still not sure how I feel about kissing a dude…”

“I won’t make it weird,” Calvin promised. “Aside from the kissing, how was it? The sex? Did I do a good job riding you? Was I fast enough? Too fast? I Didn't hurt you, did I?”

Ron tried to hide it by looking away, but his smile and perked ears told it all. “You were pretty great,” the deerling admitted. “It was just right.” 

“Cool.”

“...We’re cuddling, aren’t we?”

“Yep.” Calvin’s heart thumped in his chest. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah. I’m somehow not too worried about that anymore, or the… cum. Oh, jeez, this is gay, isn’t it?”

“Super gay,” he agreed with a grin. When Ron glared at him, he added, “Kidding!” 

Kissing me is pretty gay though.

He shuffled off of his friend’s chest in favor of snuggling him from the side instead. He sighed happily. The towel was still around him, smearing his own cum all over his crotch, but that was okay. He’d clean up… later. They may not have been lovers, or together in any romantic sense at all, but they were definitely more than friends now. Whatever it meant, whatever happened next, he was just glad to be here, snuggling with his best friend in the whole world. 

They cuddled for a few minutes without speaking, simply enjoying the afterglow, at least until Ron rolled over and glanced nervously into his eyes. “So, uh. I know I got on your tail for being way too horny earlier, but can we turn the lights off and go one more time before bed?” Ron’s cock throbbed against his thigh, hard and stiff. “I-if you’re up for it?”

Calvin grinned at the blushing deerling. “You bet I am!” he said, pressing in until they were almost kissing again. Ron being needy was so fucking hot. “But only if I can lose this stupid cum diaper.”

“...Deal.”