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He’s sitting behind the counter on a slow afternoon, tail thumping idly against the filing cabinet next to his feet. There are just a few people in the waiting room of the family planning clinic. Shou’s bored gaze scans over an elderly badger here for a routine check-up and a young cat that keeps wringing her bracelet nervously in between glancing towards the clock on the wall.
Then a middle-aged fox enters, a young teen, probably a daughter or a niece clutched under her arm. The teen’s head is hanging low, her ears flattened and her tail brushing the floor behind her. In contrast, the older woman approaches like a storm cloud, so puffed up and aggressive that Shou feels his ears twitch, caught between instinctual submission and hostility. He controls both urges and instead makes himself present a neutral, professional face.
And that’s when the heat scent hits him, just as the older fox really sees him and her face falls in dismay.
“Oh no, I didn’t think—“ she says, clutching the younger fox closer to herself. Shou curses internally, his professional mask still on, if a bit wobbly now.
The younger fox stares at Shou, her eyes big and scared, and his instincts clamour to go to her side and protect her. He knows better than to listen to them.
“Early, right?” he says, swallowing as his mouth waters and his tail twitches faster, wanting to wag, “I’ll… call the doctor right away.”
And tell them to call in another receptionist while he’s at it.
*
Later, he’s sitting inside a blissfully dark, cool and enclosed supply closet and trying to reach Ritsu on the phone.
Shou is holding his mobile in a sweaty hand, listening to the beep as he waits for Ritsu to answer. It’s the third time he has rung him with no reply in twenty minutes, which probably means he’s in the middle of a job and Shou is being a bother. He doesn’t particularly care.
“What is it?” Ritsu asks when he finally picks it up, sounding pre-emptively annoyed.
Shou slumps against the wall behind him at the sound of his voice, a feeling of relief that is larger than such a simple thing really merits.
“What?” Ritsu asks again, voice growing sharper with concern.
“Can you come get me?” Shou asks, hearing the slurring whine in his voice.
“…Are you drunk?” Ritsu asks after a pause, disbelievingly.
“Nah,” Shou says, leaning closer to the wall of the closet he has barricaded himself in.
The wall feels cool against his back, but not cool enough. He’s sweating and jumpy, clothes feeling itchy on too-sensitive skin. He laughs, not really because any of this is particularly funny.
“Met a kid in heat. Early, they weren’t expecting it. She came in for emergency pills and didn’t think there might be another fox at the reception. Just bad luck. And you know I can’t take those pills because of the other ones... shit, Ritsu, I need you,” he babbles, faintly aware of the whining tone his voice rises into at the end.
“Ok, shh,” Ritsu replies, voice gone soft and tense both. “Where are you? Can you come out to the front in thirty minutes? Did you already talk to someone at work?”
He considers asking Ritsu to come to him directly, because then they could fuck right there. But Ritsu would be pissed off, and they might get interrupted. Eventually they WOULD get interrupted. That would suck.
Just hearing Ritsu’s voice is both a relief and kicks the arousal into a higher gear. It’s funny, because it was the teenaged fox in the reception who triggered the hormones, but Shou didn’t really feel anything when he looked at her. Nothing he really wanted to act on.
“You should… get stuff,” he mutters, and Ritsu goes silent on the other end.
“Yeah,” he says, and for once Shou can’t read the tone at all, not with the fog of arousal clouding his mind.
“If you’re not ok I can just. Deal,” which would also suck, but he can. He’s done it before.
“No, it’s fine,” Ritsu snaps, and then, lower: “It could be fun,” he says it grudgingly, but, and Shou is pretty sure this time, like he might mean it more than he cares to admit aloud.
But then, Ritsu is the one who has no particular mating season, isn’t he?
They finish the call hastily, and Shou misses Ritsu’s voice immediately, wishes he’d made Ritsu stay on the line while he travelled.
Now he knows Ritsu is coming to get him, at least the need is more banked. Bearable.
He waits in the dark closet for as long as he can, feeling slightly loopy as he stares at the vague shapes of shelves filled with cleaning supplies. He can smell all of them, sharp and chemical enough to hurt, with his nose even more sensitive than usual. His ears are twitching, listening for footsteps that won’t be coming here.
The nurse he called has presumably already informed Shou’s nearest supervisor he’ll be leaving work early. He wonders if they will find anyone to cover the last half, but only distantly.
Shou closes his eyes and takes steady breaths. He wonders if the medication makes this different too. He was too young when he first started, and it only happened a few times when he was off anything.
Which were also not good periods in his life, he thinks and grins humourlessly.
He almost misses the time when he should go meet Ritsu and has to hurry.
Ritsu is waiting at the front of the hospital and frowning impatiently.
He looks as good as he always does, from the top of the dark velvet ears to his powerful rabbit legs, currently mostly encased in suit pants, which is a pity.
Shou has a hate-love relationship with that suit, because it hides so much of Ritsu, but the way his tail sometimes peeks out from the slit in the back of the jacket is adorable.
“Hey,” Shou says, grinning, almost throwing himself at Ritsu before thinking it over.
“There you are,” Ritsu says, his eyes dark and cool as usual, though Shou can tell he was worried before.
“I lost track of time,” Shou says, still out of breath from running. Or maybe just seeing Ritsu. “What are we taking home? The subway?” His mind helpfully provides imagery of every subway molestation manga he has ever seen, only starring Ritsu and himself, and he has to smother a desperate giggle. Looks like the lull is over then.
“I called a taxi,” Ritsu says, and then glares at Shou, who shivers because that is hot. Everything Ritsu does is hot. “And don’t even think about starting anything while we’re in it.”
Shou does laugh at that, a sharp barking sound.
“But Ritsu, I already am,” he says, in a heated voice, and Ritsu’s nostrils flare as he grits his teeth, glare gaining a further edge.
He’s thinking about it too, Shou thinks, fondness flaring in him like fireworks. He wants this.
They start out sitting on opposite ends of the seat in the taxi, and then Shou lays his hand on the seat between them, palm up. Ritsu picks it up without looking at him, kneads the fingers between his own, and Shou is suddenly dizzy with arousal, just from holding hands.
He thumps his head against the headrest, arching his neck, which makes him feel vulnerable and exposed and only ratchets up the excitement.
He’s hard, and isn’t sure how long it’s been, and he wants to whimper.
“Stop that, Ritsu whispers, and his eyes are dark when Shou lolls his head that way.
“What,” he asks, but Ritsu just keeps giving him that look.
“We’ll be home soon,” Ritsu says.
A seeming eternity later they pull up in front of their apartment, and Ritsu pushes Shou out of the taxi with a terse command to go on ahead while he pays.
Shou walks to the door on rubbery legs, thinking how this will make a dent in their monthly budget. He could probably fit in another part time job for a bit if he has to, as annoying as it would be.
Ritsu catches up to Shou while he’s still trying to dig out his keys from the bag he grabbed hurriedly while leaving the clinic. Ritsu tsks and smoothly unlocks the door with his own key instead, giving Shou an unreadable look before pushing him inside.
It’s him who pins Shou against the door to kiss him, the contact and pressure grounding him. For a moment, he just lets himself be held, Ritsu’s hands pressing into his shoulders. Shou arches his body against the solidity of Ritsu’s and wishes there wasn’t so much cloth between them. His jeans are chafing against his erection, and he can feel Ritsu’s pressing into his stomach because he is ridiculously tall for a rabbit, even without counting the ears.
Shou keens, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“Loud,” Ritsu mutters, and for once it isn’t really a complaint.
“Gonna get louder before we’re through, you know that right?” Shou replies, his voice coming out rougher than usual. “Disturb the neighbours.”
“Serves them right,” Ritsu says in between kisses, darkly, and Shou laughs because he <i>knows</i> Ritsu is thinking about the raccoon couple upstairs who have been waking them with their crying baby and before that by having loud sex at three am too many times.
Ritsu’s hand tangles in Shou’s hair, pulling his head back almost roughly to nibble at his neck. Shou is caught between wanting more of that and wanting so many other things at once he can’t decide.
Ritsu stops and looks at him, an amused smile pulling at his lips, his eyes dark.
“The noises you make,” Ritsu says softly, teasingly, but with a hunger behind it.
They just look at each other, and Shou thinks Ritsu is unsure how to go on, just like he is himself. They haven’t done this before, not this intense.
Ritsu steps back, and Shou twitches, the movement triggering an instinct to chase, catch, claim. He slumps against the door, breathing hard, and Ritsu’s mouth twitches again.
“You really want me right now, don’t you?” he says slowly as he strips off his jacket, reaching out to drop it on a chair without looking. Not breaking eye-contact with Shou.
“Yes,” Shou says. “I don’t know if. Will you—“ his throat is dry, the words sticking in his throat.
Ritsu raises his head to an almost contemptuous angle, but his eyes are kind as he huffs amusedly.
“If you think I can’t take whatever you can give,” he says, voice low, and there’s a slight dusting of colour on his cheeks. He’s breathing heavily too.
There’s just a hint of uncertainty there, something beneath the bravado.
Like the last time they had sex, during the second round, when Shou was lying loose limbed and barely awake underneath him as Ritsu thrust into him. Ritsu had looked at him through his sweaty bangs, panting and messy, a shiny stripe on his face where he’d sucked Shou off earlier, after the first time Ritsu had fucked him. Shou almost missed Ritsu asking him if he was ok, his voice rough and tense.
Just because he couldn’t get hard a second time didn’t mean he didn’t want it, but Shou could see where Ritsu might get worried.
It was going to be like that now, wasn’t it, but for once he’d be the one with too much endurance. The thought was like a bucket of cold water poured over him, momentarily.
“You know you can tell me to stop if it gets too much right?” Shou blurted out, and Ritsu stopped where he was opening the buttons of his shirt to give him an impatient look.
“Of course I will,” he replied, and then glanced away. “Anyway I—nevermind. Where are we going to do this?”
He says the last like they’re talking about something completely normal. It shouldn’t be a turn on, but Shou is starting to find it difficult not to find everything arousing again. His clothes feel too tight and coarse where they rub against his skin.
Ritsu is looking at him with a knowing look, and Shou is faintly aware that he’s being ridiculous, standing there leaning onto their front door and hard as a rock.
Ritsu takes a step back towards the living room. He’s not wearing a shirt now, and his hands are on the fastenings of his dress pants, opening them. It’s not exactly a seductive strip, but it doesn’t need to be.
“Shou! Get to it already!” Ritsu orders him, his voice sharp, a strange contrast with the smile still lurking in his eyes, and Shou feels the words like a physical blow, a red cloth to the part of him that desperately wants to push Ritsu down and just take him.
He's on him before he realizes he was going to, hands grabbing hard at Ritsu’s shoulders and lips pressed together brutally, pushing Ritsu towards the nearest flat surface, which happens to be their sofa.
The low table in front of said sofa is in the way, and then it isn’t. Ritsu snickers against Shou’s mouth when there is a crash somewhere nearby, and then bites his lip.
“You’ll be fixing that,” Ritsu mutters, and then gasps because Shou moves on from his mouth to worry at his neck, small hard nips of the soft bare skin there.
Shou pushes him down over the arm of the sofa, and Ritsu falls onto it in a sprawl, his elbows on the sofa cushions and long legs splayed over the side. There’s a flush on his cheeks, a challenge in the eyes looking at Shou over his shoulder.
Ritsu hadn’t had time to take off his pants yet, but they’re open, riding low on his hips and ass. Shou is so turned on his hands are clumsy, but it’s easy to push the fabric down. Ritsu isn’t wearing any underwear beneath it.
Shou’s breath hitches, and he can’t think for a moment. He comes back to himself curled over Ritsu, pressing against him through the pants he’s still wearing, the fabric wet where his cock is drooling, the feel of it maddening and wonderful, as his hips rut mindlessly against Ritsu’s ass.
Ritsu, who is hissing at him, wriggling irritably. It feels so good for a moment Shou can’t process the words he’s saying, and then:
“You idiot, take them off,” Ritsu tells him, frowning over his shoulder.
Shou looks at him for a beat, and then laughs, his entire body shaking, the sound only broken by a moan.
“Can’t… stop,” he gasps out, hips still moving in helpless twitches.
Ritsu makes a frustrated sound, and Shou feels his legs kick at the side of the sofa, shaking the entire thing, which just reminds him what beautiful, strong legs Ritsu has, with long lean muscle under sleek dark fur, ending in large paws and neatly trimmed claws. How he gets sometimes when Shou gives them a massage, his fingers digging into the soft fur, the way Ritsu goes shivery and boneless in his hands, his eyelids gone heavy, his toes twitching. The legs that could break Shou’s ribs with one kick…
He tugs clumsily at his pants, a button flying off, the zipper easier to open, shorts pulled down hastily, making him nearly sob as they catch onto his erection, and he thinks Ritsu is saying something but he can’t hear it over the rushing sound in his ears.
And then, he’s pressing against Ritsu’s ass, pressing between the firm cheeks and thrusting, Ritsu’s tail tickling at the head of Shou’s cock. He might be making strange noises, but that doesn’t matter either, nothing matters but the smooth skin against his cock, even the slight catch feels good, and he’s already so wet anyway.
He shouts, hips jerking helplessly, coming, crying out again as his knot swells, oversensitive as it drags over Ritsu’s skin, and Shou reaches down to grasp it tightly in his hand, his cock spurting again and again over Ritsu’s ass and back, over the dark tuft of his tail.
Shou shudders, bites into his lip hard enough to taste blood, and then slumps heavily over Ritsu, barely holding up some of his weight with his arms. He takes in shaky breaths, cock still throbbing where it’s nestled against Ritsu’s legs.
Shou’s cheek is pressed to Ritsu’s neck, and he can feel the wetness of his own cum against his front, the smell of it mixing with Ritsu’s sweat and arousal.
“Shou, damn it…” Ritsu whispers, and then he’s laughing, and Shou can’t help but join him, because it’s such a ridiculous scenario, isn’t it?
He nuzzles against Ritsu’s neck, the trail of dark hair from his nape and down his spine.
“Shou…” Ritsu begins again, and Shou interrupts him.
“It won’t just be the once,” he says, voice coming out low and rough. “I needed to anyway, I couldn’t think. I might have hurt you.”
Ritsu glances at him where their faces are close, the one eye Shou can see under the messy fall of his hair dark and wry.
“Look, Shou, you really think I didn’t count on that?” he says.
When Shou just stares at him in incomprehension, Ritsu sighs, vexed.
He sounds calm and collected, still. Except there is a flush on his tan skin, all over, making it glow even more than usual, and his breathing has speeded up as well.
He wants this, and Shou’s dick perks up, if it ever really went soft. Slowly, he rubs it between Ritsu’s legs, right at the top, just barely brushing against his perineum. There’s slick there, and Shou leans up, fascinated, spreading Ritsu’s ass cheeks and brushing two fingers over his hole, spreading it just a bit.
Ritsu gasps at the touch, pressing his face against a sofa cushion that has happened to end up there, and Shou is briefly envious of a cushion but. Ritsu’s asshole is already slick, and soft when he pushes the two fingers inside.
That has him hardening instantly, cock bobbing up obscenely against his stomach.
“When? Where?” Shou asks, his voice coming out rough enough to nearly be a growl, and Ritsu’s hips twitch forward once before he stills, shaking, as Shou’s fingers move in and out of him.
“At—at a toilet near the office,” he gasps, “Didn’t want to risk getting caught.”
“Good,” Shou growls, and it’s still so wrong to think of Ritsu, alone, fingering himself in some filthy public toilet so he’ll be ready for Shou, just a flimsy door between him and unknowing strangers. It leaves him hot and shaking with vague, unreasonable jealousy.
Shou grasps him, his hands digging into Ritsu’s hips, and ruts against him like he did before, but almost languidly this time, the plush head of his dick catching on the rim of Ritsu’s asshole, making him hiss and jerk.
He’s a mess, splattered all over in Shou’s cum, and he considers doing it like that again, except Ritsu is already making impatient little noises, and anyway Shou wants to be inside him too.
He pushes in, slowly, the fit still tight, stopping when he gets to the knot that won’t fit in, not yet. It won’t be enough, soon, but the pressure feels so good now.
Shou takes his time, mouthing and nipping at Ritsu’s back, at his neck. He’s panting now, moving restlessly underneath Shou’s weight.
“Move,” Ritsu bites out, raising his ass and forcing Shou deeper, moaning as the knot slips in, nearly sounding pained. It’s tight tight tight, and Shou loses it a little again, his teeth closing down on Ritsu’s shoulder. He tastes blood, and Ritsu goes boneless underneath him with a soft little gasp, so unlike him it’s a little terrifying.
“Ritsu?” Shou asks sharply, pulling up. “You ok?”
“Ngh,” Ritsu says, what Shou can see of his face looking dazed, and then he blinks and licks at his lips.
“Told’you to move,” he mutters, voice coming out slurred and his feet twitching a little against the sofa.
“Soon,” Shou breathes out, worried he might hurt Ritsu otherwise, half stuck as they are.
He reaches down instead, finding Ritsu hard and wet. He moans loudly, muffled into the pillow as Shou’s fingers wrap around him and jerk him loosely. When his hips twitch forward, it moves both of them and Ritsu gasps and moans at the drag on his hole.
“Mmm, good,” Ritsu says, strained. “Want to come. Please.”
Shou shivers, feeling heady and feverish. Seeing Ritsu like this, so turned on he can barely talk, begging…
“Ok,” Shou says, kissing Ritsu’s back as far as he can reach while he’s slumped like this. The bitemark from earlier is oozing blood, and he thinks idly he’ll have to disinfect it later. They’ll need a shower anyway, at some point.
It’s all distant, inconsequential. Right now he just wants to see Ritsu lose what little composure he has.
Shou strokes him, fingers still loose around Ritsu’s shaft, the skin soft over hardness beneath. His mouth is watering, imagining taking that in his mouth, the noises Ritsu would make… the noises he’s making right now, in fact.
“Shou,” he whispers, almost sobs, and Shou realizes he’s been saying it all aloud.
The cock in his hand jerks, and Shou can feel cum spurting over his fingers, over the fabric of the sofa that is going to be so ruined after this. Ritsu is jerking underneath him, asshole twitching around Shou’s cock as he comes, his body arched like a bow, from the tips of his long ears to his strong legs.
For a moment he thinks he might come again himself just from the pressure, and he pushes in further, making Ritsu let out a shout and his cock jerk again, still coming.
He slumps against the arm of the sofa afterwards, shaking. Shou pets his stomach, calming, until Ritsu tries to wriggle forward, making a frustrated noise when the knot pulls at where they are stuck.
“The sofa arm’s digging in,” he says.
“Ah, sorry,” Shou replies. “We’ll have to move together, ready?” he asks.
After some manoeuvring, they end up sitting up on the sofa, Ritsu splayed up on Shou’s lap, Shou’s tail curled over his hip and the velvety black fur there.
Shou’s petting him, in long strokes from the top of his chest down to the line of fur that starts right under his belly button, swooping down to his hips. Occasionally, he comes across a nipple, all of them raised into tight nubs.
“Cold?” he mutters into Ritsu’s neck, grinning as Ritsu shivers.
“Fuck you,” Ritsu replies, but he still sounds dazed, and moans when Shou rolls a nipple under the pads of two fingers.
“Maybe another time,” Shou replies snidely, but Ritsu just ignores him this time, leaning his head back on Shou’s shoulder with a sigh.
It’s so good being able to see all of Ritsu like this, each rosy nipple on his flushed bare chest, the strong rabbit legs and the cock between them, still wet and already half-hard again.
“Huh, that’s fast,” Shou comments.
“I did say I prepared,” Ritsu replies after a moment. He sounds just slightly embarrassed.
“Oh~,” Shou drawls. “You took something to stay hard for me?”
Ritsu’s cock plumps up further at his words, making him giggle. Ritsu hisses at him, and then wriggles in Shou’s lap, pulling at his cock. It almost hurts. Almost.
“Watch out,” Shou tells him, “or we’ll never get to the bed. Might be just as well, you know we’ll be getting a new sofa after this.”
“S-shut up,” Ritsu snaps at him, voice gone breathy at the minute movement of Shou’s hips while he was talking. He’s so tight around him, wet and warm. A few more rounds and maybe the knot won’t catch anymore, and then he can just keep thrusting even like this, if he can bear it.
Shou shudders, feeling his cock spurt out another load of cum inside. He sinks his face against Ritsu’s neck, mouthing at the bitemark and tasting metal.
*
They do have a bath and end up spilling most of the water on the floor when it turns into another round of fucking. Afterwards, they idle in the water until it gets cold and then Ritsu pulls off Shou’s softened cock, his asshole leaking cum.
Shou leans forward, pushing in two fingers and spreading them, watching in fascination as Ritsu’s shoulders curve, how his hands scrabble at the white tile of the wall as he moans.
“Too- too much,” he gasps, and still pushes down on Shou’s fingers, doesn’t move away. When he angles them to brush Ritsu’s prostate, he shouts, coming dry before sliding down to the tepid water.
Shou leans his chin on his back, shushing. He thinks Ritsu might be crying, overwhelmed by the pleasure, gone boneless all over.
*
Later, they’ve somehow gotten to the bed, and Ritsu lies sprawled under him, his legs hooked over Shou’s shoulders. Ritsu could kill him like this, Shou thinks, could break his neck with just a twitch of his thighs.
He’s moaning softly as Shou thrusts in, back arching.
He’s barely hard at this point, and Shou can feel his own arms shaking where he’s holding up their weight. He can’t keep doing this much longer, but just once more…
He pushes in, not sure anything even comes out, the orgasm wrung out of him, and then pulls out as soon as he can bear it. He’s oversensitive by that point, knot no longer catching.
He has to push Ritsu’s leg out of the way before he can collapse at his side. Ritsu stays like that, splayed on the rumpled bedding, head turned to the side to blink slowly at Shou.
Shou presses against his side, one leg thrown over Ritsu’s, probably looking just as dazed.
“You ok?” he asks, before yawning.
Ritsu snorts.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, his face relaxed.
“Going to be sore, later,” he says contemplatively.
“We’ll both be sore,” Shou tells him, grimacing, and they laugh tiredly.
Ritsu curls around him, nuzzles at his face.
“Worth it,” he says, echoing Shou’s thoughts. “Besides, I never liked that sofa anyway.”