[b][u][center]An Anniversary Under Their Belts
For Erebus86
Bought by LeonTherma
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



The otter was sleeping soundly until he felt the bed shift. It wasn’t much, at first, just enough to make him groan and turn his head slightly to the side.

Then he felt a hand on the base of his rudder, and Erebus knew that the day was about to get started. He groaned again, lifting his head slightly, only to have it pushed right back down into the pillow.

“Mmmph!”

“Heh, you know what happens when I wake up first, little slut,” his master and mate whispered in his ear. “Raise that rudder for me…”

The otter blushed as he obediently lifted his tail, curling his legs up under him to bring his paws just under his bottom. He knew what was about to happen, and he looked forward to it.

A gentle dollop of lube between his rump cheeks was followed by a hot, stiff rod, one that rubbed up and down under his tail, spreading the lube around. The otter shivered every time he felt it nudge against his pucker, his rim already eagerly clenching down every time he thought that the tip of that shaft was going to slide inside of him.

[i]Mmmph…Master is such…such a tease…[/i]

He groaned as the fire-type shifted around behind him, getting more firmly in place. Heavy balls rested on the edge of his paws, and he curled his toes gently, teasing them closer, telling his mate without words that he wanted him inside.

“Heh, does my little cumdump need it already? Barely awake and already thinking about his master’s seed?”

“Mmmph…not fair…you know I can’t think straight this early…”

“Heh, you never thought ‘straight,’ Erebus…Now…lift that butt a bit higher for me…”

It was easy enough to give his mate what he wanted, and barely a second later, the Quilava’s cock was sinking into him. He gasped, the air pushed out of his lungs in the best of ways as his mate started humping into him. Short, teasing things that gradually sunk that cock deeper and deeper, they were both familiar and all too infuriating at the same time.

His morning wood faded into a more natural erection, his eyes closing tight as he pushed his ass back against his mate’s shaft. The hard, slippery dick was hitting that special spot inside of him already, and he shivered, panting, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he worked his butt back along that cock.

It didn’t take long for Leon to stop pumping forward, and Erebus groaned.

“Mmmph, come on…”

“You want it, ride it, slut.”

It was just teasing enough to keep the edge off the word, and it made him blush. He worked himself back, trying to take the initiative. It was a bit tricky with his paws upturned the way that they were, making him balance on his knees rather than on his legs, but he just about managed it, wriggling his butt down that shaft and taking it deeper, deeper, deeper still.

Eventually, he hilted that thick shaft in his hole, sending a shiver up and down his spine, making his cock ooze pre onto the bed. He moaned as he squirmed, his feet rubbing all over his mate’s balls, teasing them, rolling them.

“Don’t think you’re done yet. Keep moving,” his master whispered. “I want to seed that butt of yours before breakfast.”

“Mmmph…why do you have to be so hot?”

“Fire-types, always steamy.”

It was a slow motion, a slower fuck than if Leon had been the one doing it, but he made sure that it was as pleasurable to the both of them as possible. The slow roll of his hips meant that he could make sure that he fucked himself properly, rubbing his prostate just the way he liked every time that he hilted that cock in him.

More importantly, it meant that his mate and master got to enjoy him squeezing down, showing off, giving him the best show that he could.

In, out, in, out, each little roll of his hips pulling that rod in a bit deeper. He moaned under his breath, panting softly as he felt it throbbing that much harder, hot pre flowing into his hole and making it slicker, wetter, more like the naughty little cumdump that his master liked to tease him for being. He thought he could hear soft panting above him, too, so he was probably doing a good job.

Probably.

He gripped his pillow tightly, rolling his hips back again and again, gradually picking up speed as he got the trick of it. His hole was twitching, squeezing down on that thick rod. He moaned every time he reached the base, panting and drooling into the pillow, and Leon smiled and chuckled.

“Sounds like you’re going to cum before I will.”

“Not fair. You’re so big.”

“Well, not my fault you’re so eager, either. But if you can hold out, I’ve got a treat for you.”

“Mmmph…you can’t just…tell me that…when I’m already so close.”

“Consider it motivation, butt-slut. Come on, see if you can outlast me.”

He might just have been able to, if he’d known about that from the start and worked his ass that way instead of trying to get a lot of fun for himself. At this point, there was no chance in hell.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t make Leon work for it.

He started tensing up his ass, squeezing down harder and harder on that shaft. The first time he did it while sliding down, his mate groaned, his hips twitching in a quick thrust forward. Erebus chuckled, the otter looking over his shoulder.

“Mmmph…you…enjoying my…tight little butt?”

“Mmph…always…”

He smiled, lowering his head back to the pillow.

The otter tried. He really did, holding back for as long as he could and grinding his butt back as tight as he could squeeze it. There were times when he got Leon to lose control enough to thrust forward, to impale him on the fire-type’s thick cock, but it was never quite enough to shake his mate from his advantage.

Little by little, the otter lost control, until –

“Mmmph!”

Erebus muffled his moan in the pillow beneath him, whimpering and panting as he went over the edge. He humped back a few times, grinding away against his master’s cock until he was spent, the last few grinds beating a few more shots of cum out of his prostate in the process. He groaned, then headbutted the pillow.

“Not fair.”

“Oh, it was completely fair.”

“You should have told me at the start.”

“Oh, really? And would you have treated me any differently?”

“You’re just sore about losing Smash Bros. yesterday…”

SMACK.

It was only a light spank, but it still made him jump. The otter grumbled, the grumbles turning to moans as his mate slowly pulled out. The soft pop of that thick cock leaving him – despite not cumming – left him shivering, feeling empty after the quick, hard fuck.

“I guess that means no treat for me?”

“Bad boys don’t get treats.”

Erebus rolled his eyes, but before he could get up, he felt the Quilava drape himself over his back.

“But you’re not a bad boy. You’re mine. And I don’t want bad things.”

The squeeze was a bit heavy, but surprisingly warm and caring, and Erebus squeezed back awkwardly with one arm.

“Think I can get up now?”

“Heh, sure.”

They rolled off of each other, the otter finally managing to sit up. Sure, it was sitting up in his own puddle of cum, but he’d sat in worse things over the years. He stretched his arms over his head, cracking his back as he bent this way and that.

Before he could pull himself out of bed, though, Leon stopped him again. He blinked as he looked up at the fire-type, only to see his mate clutching something rather tightly. The otter turned around, scooting his butt along the bed until he was sitting in front of the Quilava.

“What’s up?”

“I…had something for you.”

“Had?”

“Have. Sorry.”

Leon opened his hand, revealing a large, golden cock-ring. As Erebus looked at it, his eyes widened at the different scenes along the side, little engravings of the otter and the Pokémon sitting together, playing games, having sex, even their playful arguments over the years. It was like the memories had been dug into the gold and left there to be seen for all of eternity.

“For me?”

“Well, it is our anniversary…”

“You remembered?”

“Of course!” Leon snorted. “It’s not like I forget the important things.”

“Heh…Well, sometimes. But…not the really important ones.”

The otter took the ring in hand, turning it around so that he could get a good look at all the different scenes that were spread across it. There were plenty of little things, and he was surprised to find more and more pictures that were engraved within the other pictures, like there was a never-ending, exponentially smaller set inside of each other. So many different moments, all wrapped up in some of their favorite things.

“So, just to check,” the otter said. “This one’s for me to wear?”

“Yep.”

“So, how are you ever going to see it if you’re never going to –”

“Heh, never say never.”

“What, you finally get the urge to blow someone?”

“Probably not,” Leon admitted. “But it doesn’t hurt to dream.”

He smiled, spreading his legs and thrusting his hips forward.

“Would you ring me then, my mate?”

“Of course.”

It was a gentle hand that lifted his balls through the ring, though one that was definitely warmer than his. The otter groaned softly, lifting his hips and shivering as his master’s hands fondled his cock, lifting it up before slowly bending it towards the ring. Erebus could feel it stiffening in anticipation already, and he groaned as he felt the ring settle at the base of his shaft and balls, hugging it tightly.

As the blood got trapped in his dick, making it feel bigger and heavier, he finally opened his eyes. Leon smiled at him, leaning in and giving him a gentle lick on the cheek.

“Good boy. Now, how about we get up and have breakfast?”

“Heh, you mean I’m not getting your cum for a meal today?”

“There’s two other meals. Besides, we want to get cleaned up first…and I still need my present, too.”

“You mean besides fucking my butt?”

“Of course. I get that every day.”

“Doesn’t make it less of a present,” the otter muttered, chuckling despite himself.

He rolled out of bed, his butt still soaked with his own cum and his dick bouncing up and down with the support of the new ring. A shower would feel nice, but he knew that he had to get their meal going. Leon wasn’t about to step foot in the kitchen after the last time he set it on fire, and besides, he wasn’t that dirty yet.

That’d probably change as the day went on, but…well, for now, he’d be happy with being a little dirty, a little stiff, and a lot more glittery. He patted the gold ring around his dick, and skipped out of the room, chased by the teasing chuckle of his mate.

“Make sure the bacon’s crispy this time!” Leon called.

“I always do!”

“And plenty of sausage!”

“You know, you like a lot of meat for a top!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nooooooothing,” the otter shouted back, laughing as he got to work.

 

 

 

 





[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]