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Max is starting to find these dreams of his frankly ridiculous as he once again wakes up sweaty and needy. Now that he no longer has to stress out about his feelings towards Sam, his dreams have taken the liberty of turning a lot more erotic, leaving him hot and dripping on the sheets.
He tries to carefully wiggle out from under Sam’s arm just to get some space to breathe and cool off. Since they fell asleep on top of the sheets, Max can’t hide under them until his hard-on disappears. He briefly considers going to the bathroom to take care of it, but he’s worried about waking Sam up, and there’s no way Sam wouldn’t notice the huffing and puffing he’s already having a hard time concealing.
Trembling from sheer arousal, Max decides that his best course of action would be to go to the bathroom after all. However, while trying to sneak off of the bed he feels Sam’s hand grasping at his midsection, sending sparks of heat straight to his groin.
“Mmn, Max?” Sam mutters sleepily.
Hoping to save himself the embarrassment Max stops in his tracks.
“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, go back to sleep ya big lug”, he attempts to say as casually as he can, but cringes at the obvious strain in his voice. Of course Sam picks up on it.
“Hey, ya good little buddy?” Sam asks, adjusting his position to get a better look at Max. In his shifting around his hand lightly grazes something hard and wet, causing him to briefly freak out that he touched some kind of gross bug or something, but his breath hitches in his throat as he brings his hand up to his face to give the unknown liquid a sniff.
Suddenly Sam doesn’t feel nearly as sleepy anymore as he puts his hand around Max, who’s discreetly trying to make his way off the bed and into the bathroom. Turning around Max is about to ask him what the deal is, but is caught off guard by the smirk on Sam's face.
“W-what? What ya smirkin’ about?” He tries to sound confident but the situation makes him sound more hoarse.
“I think ya know what”, Sam teases. “I’ll let ya go if ya want me to, but I definitely wouldn’t mind givin’ you a hand , if ya know what I mean.” Sam chuckles at his own pun as Max sighs in defeat and relaxes into the embrace.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever”, Max says dismissively in an attempt to ease his awkwardness. Sam almost feels bad for teasing the little guy, but the light tint of pink on the lagomorph’s face makes it worth it.
Deciding to help his partner out, Sam starts trailing his hand down, bringing it closer to the wetness between Max’s legs. Max tenses up, causing Sam to stop and check up on his friend.
“Max, is this okay?” Sam whispers in Max’s ear, slowly moving his hand closer to his inner thigh. Max’s whole body quivers and he takes a few quick, shallow breaths. Then, he quickly nods.
Giving Max a light kiss to the top of his head, right between his ears, Sam keeps trailing his hand down, giving Max's waist and thigh a few squeezes, until his hand rests at the junction of Max’s leg and groin. Max, now breathing quickly but clearly trying to keep quiet, occasionally shivers at the slightest movement Sam’s hand makes.
Starting to firmly knead the soft meat of Max's inner thigh, Sam manages to draw out shallow, needy noises from his little buddy.
“Is this good?” He asks sweetly, and Max shudders at the warm breath tickling his ear, letting out a long whine and attempting to thrust his hips closer to Sam’s hand.
Sam would probably find his partner’s neediness amusing if he wasn’t getting kind of hot and bothered himself. Since he didn’t undress at all before falling asleep, he was quickly getting uncomfortably hot in his suit. He drew his hand back, eliciting an annoyed whine from his partner, and pulled himself into a sitting position. Max, confused as to why they stopped, sat up himself as well. Only when Sam started tugging at his tie did Max realise that Sam was still fully clothed.
Shedding his jacket and tie in record time, Sam moved to unbutton his shirt. Four buttons down however he stopped and looked away bashfully.
“What? Why, what?” Max tried to ask Sam if everything was okay, but couldn’t form a single full sentence.
“Nah, I just… This is more embarrassin’ than I expected”, Sam muttered, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “This whole... undressin’ in front of someone business, I mean.”
Pouting, Max sighed, getting Sam’s attention. “Geez, Sammy, I’m naked all the time, welcome to the club”, he said as he reached over and started violently opening the buttons. As he got the shirt open and tugged on it to get Sam to take it off, he immediately dove for Sam’s belt. “Now show me them legs, baby!”
Max fiddled with the belt for a while, managing to unbuckle it after a few failed attempts and started tugging at Sam's pants. Sam had been taken aback by Max's enthusiasm to get him out of his clothes, but it quickly turned to amusement as he lifted his legs to make it easier for Max to pull off his pants, the rabbit throwing said garment over his shoulder and into some corner of the bedroom. Dusting off his hands, Max dove in for Sam’s underwear, but the dog took hold of him before he could tear them away as well.
“Slow down there, buddy”, Sam said as he rubbed his neck. “I mean… what do we wanna do here? What’s the plan?”
Max was about to tell Sam to just get his hand on his dick, but the hint of pink on Sam’s cheeks and the slight furrow of his brow made Max want to take this as slowly as Sam needed. He pulled away from Sam’s boxers and leaned in closer to his face.
“Can we… keep doin’ what we were doin’ earlier?” he asks, not even attempting to mask the giddiness in his voice.
Without a word Sam put his hands on Max’s waist and lifted him onto his lap, Max’s back resting against his bare chest. Max could feel Sam’s heart thumping in his chest as he nuzzled the top of his head against Sam’s chin. Sam started trailing his hand down Max’s front, giving him a few rubs on his soft belly, and continuing down to his inner thigh where he started rubbing slow and firm circles into the soft flesh.
Max, now feeling a lot less awkward and a lot more frisky, tried to tug Sam’s arm closer to his groin, but the other just laughed and gave him a peck on the top of his head.
“C’mon, can’t ya give a guy a hand?” Max whined, pulling his best puppy eyes.
“Be patient, little buddy, we’ll get there”, Sam answered sweetly, starting to rub Max’s thigh in larger, slower circles, the back of his hand occasionally brushing against Max’s hard length.
The rabbit shuddered every time Sam’s hand made even the slightest contact with his dick, putting a hand over his mouth to stifle any moans and gasps threatening to escape. Max tried to nuzzle closer to Sam, but got an idea as his ears grazed the sides of Sam’s face. Looking at Sam’s unoccupied other hand, he turned his head in order to whisper to him.
“Psst, Sammy”, he started, his voice strained and his breath coming out as shallow gasps.
“What is it, little buddy?” Sam answered, not ceasing his massaging of Max’s thigh.
“Can… Can ya pull on my ears?”
To his credit, Sam still didn’t stop rubbing circles into Max’s thigh, but he did take a while to answer.
“What?”
“I said-”
“No, I heard you”, Sam said, still trying to wrap his head around the request. “I guess I just wasn’t expectin’ ya to say that.”
Max’s ears drooped ever so slightly, which Sam noticed immediately. So that his partner wouldn’t have enough time to get embarrassed, Sam quickly put his free hand to the top of Max’s head, wrapping his fingers around one of his ears. Max, closing his mouth before he could backtrack his request, waited to see what Sam would do.
Sam adjusted his hand on Max’s ear, and gave it an experimental tug. When Max didn’t really react, he tugged harder, eliciting a quiet gasp from the lagomorph.
Satisfied with the reaction, Sam started to knead the base of Max’s ear, occasionally tugging on it firmly. He managed to quickly reduce the rabbit to a moaning and gasping mess, and as he noticed the way Max kept trying to grind against the air, he decided to have mercy on the little guy. He stopped kneading Max’s thigh, moving the hand towards his groin and wrapping his fingers around his partner’s stiff length.
Max’s whole body shuddered as he hung onto the arm that was now lazily but firmly tugging at his dick, milking out beads of precum that rolled down his length and onto Sam’s hand. Sam thumbed at the tip, spreading the precum around, eliciting more needy whines from his partner.
Max decided that this is the best he's felt in his whole life, with Sam firmly jerking him off and pulling on his ears, making it hard for him to keep his breathy moans in check. Feeling strangely intimate, he tried to lean back into Sam to give him a kiss. When he couldn't quite reach to press his lips against Sam's, Max settled for licking a stripe across his lips, making Sam chuckle in confusion. Max just gave Sam his wide grin in return, nuzzling his head in Sam's chest.
Feeling brave, Sam decided to test the waters a little bit. Letting go of Max’s ear, Sam brought his hand down to rub at Max’s thigh, slowly moving it towards his butt.
Max, too occupied with the intense pleasure of Sam’s hand on his dick, didn’t notice what his other hand was doing until he felt something probing at his entrance. Startled, he turned to look at Sam.
“Sorry, is this okay?” Sam asked. He stopped the circles he was rubbing against Max’s hole, but didn’t take his finger away.
Max was about to answer, but he didn't seem to be entirely sure what his answer would be, so Sam stopped his tugging on Max’s length and decided to help him out.
“Have ya ever… had anythin’ in here?” Sam whispered into Max’s ear, circling his entrance a few times for good measure.
Max’s blush seemed to deepen, but he suddenly let out a stifled giggle.
“You mean, other than sh-”
Sam managed to interrupt Max before he got to finish his sentence.
“GOSH, Max, a guy’s just trying to talk dirty, play along, wontcha?” Sam tried his best to sound firm, but couldn’t help but chuckle a bit.
As Max calmed down from his giggling, he leaned closer to Sam.
“Maybe, a couple of times...” He whispered.
Sam smiled as he went back to circling Max’s entrance. Max shuddered at the stimulation, but stiffened up as Sam started lightly pushing against him.
“Whoa there, big guy, ya need to get some lotion in there or else you’re gonna end up guttin’ me”, Max laughed nervously as he grabbed Sam’s hand. “I have some, on my bed, under the sheet.”
Sam cringed at the idea of him absolutely annihilating the poor little rabbit as he leaned towards Max’s bed and felt around for the bottle. Finding the lotion, he drops it onto his own bed.
“So this is how ya use all that unscented lotion ya always need me to buy”, Sam realises as he reads the label of the half empty bottle.
“Duh, ya think I need lotion for my perfect skin?” Max says as he reaches for the bottle.
He tugs at Sam’s hand to bring it closer and squirts a good amount of lotion onto his fingers. Rubbing his fingers together, both to spread the lotion as well as to warm it up a little, Sam brings his hand back to Max’s behind, hesitating a little.
“C’mon now, go to town on me, big guy”, Max exclaims happily, but Sam can see that he’s kind of nervous too. Giving him a peck on his head, Sam starts circling his finger against Max’s entrance, eliciting a quiet whine from the lagomorph.
Sam rubs gentle circles into the soft flesh of Max's hole, keeping up a slight pressure as to not tickle the poor rabbit, occasionally probing him with just the tip of his finger, testing the tightness. Max's whole body shudders every time Sam's fingertip breaches his tight hole, his breath coming out in quick gasps and his dick leaking precum on the hand that's started jerking him off again.
Finally, satisfied with teasing Max's hole, Sam starts pushing his finger deeper into his partner, shifting it around occasionally to spread the lotion. Max's legs twitch as he tries to spread his thighs apart as wide as he can.
Getting his finger all the way in, Sam starts to rhythmically thrust it in and out of his hole, twisting it occasionally. Max shudders at the sensation, curling in on himself as the heat in his gut grows.
With the brutal pace of Sam thrusting his finger into Max, and the firm, surprisingly skilled hand milking his dick, Max quickly gets close to release, unable to stifle his moans anymore. With a breathless gasp of Sam's name, Max violently tenses up as his orgasm hits him, his cum hitting Sam's hand and his own stomach in quick spurts.
Max goes limp in Sam's lap, breathing heavily. Sam, not wanting to accidentally overstimulate his partner, stops tugging on his length and gently removes his finger from Max's hole. For a few minutes they sit in silence, the only sound being Max’s breathing as he comes down from his high.
“I think that was the best nut of my life”, Max mutters as Sam uses his shirt to clean up his hand as well as Max’s stomach. Chuckling, Sam pets Max on his head, the other leaning into the touch. Sam grunts in surprise as Max’s shifting causes the hardness in his boxers to rub against Max’s back.
“Say, how about we take care of you next?” Max grins, moving to sit in front of Sam, wiggling his fingers in the air menacingly.
Sam laughs lightly and takes Max’s hands in his. “Nah, ya don’t have to, little buddy, I’m good”, he says, causing Max to pout.
“Bullshit! Get them panties off and let’s go to town!” Max exclaims excitedly, but then immediately gets worried about pressuring Sam into doing something he might not want to do.
“I-I mean, if ya don’t want to, it’s all good, I’m not gonna force ya”, he starts before Sam can even think about replying. “I’m just sayin’ that if it’s okay with you, I’d like to help ya out.”
Sam sits there, slightly startled by Max’s change in attitude, but smiles as he realises what he just said.
“Oh gosh, don’t worry, little buddy”, Sam says, still holding Max’s hands. “...It’s not that I don’t want to, I just didn’t want ya to feel like ya had to… ya know?”
“Obviously I’m not gonna do anythin’ I don’t wanna do. Now, are ya gettin’ them shorts off or what?” Max manages to mask his relief with excitement, which works out pretty well since he is getting quite eager to get into Sam’s pants.
Sam grins but looks away bashfully, hovering his hands over the waistband of his boxers. Max decides that he’s taking too long, reaching to grab Sam’s boxers and looking towards him to see his reaction. Sam keeps grinning as he shifts his hips to make it easier for Max to pull the boxers down. Satisfied with the response, Max eagerly pulls the offending garment off in a few, firm tugs, and throws them somewhere on the floor.
Max turns back to look at Sam, who’s nervously fiddling with the sheets, and his eyes unconsciously trail down. As he spots the hardness poking from between Sam’s legs, he can’t help but crawl back onto his lap and reach for the dripping dick. Sam gasps and leans back as Max toys with the tip, licking his lips and eyeing Sam with an unreadable expression on his face. Sam only stares back, unsure of what Max has on his mind.
He finds out soon enough as he feels Max licking at the tip of his dick, spreading his saliva as well as beads of precum on his length. Groaning, Sam blindly reaches to hold on to Max’s head, but only manages to grab him by the ears, eliciting a guttural moan from the lagomorph.
Max suddenly pulls a face as he leans away, not ceasing the tugging on Sam’s length.
Unsure of what the problem might be, Sam lets go of Max’s head.
“Does it taste that bad?” Sam guesses, trying to make himself sound amused, but the idea of his semen tasting especially foul makes him self-conscious.
“Nah, the taste’s fine, but why does it tickle my tongue?” Max wonders, wiping a bead of cum off the tip of Sam’s dick and putting it in his mouth. “Ya got sparkling semen?”
Sam looks at Max as if he’s grown a third ear, now feeling more befuddled than embarrassed.
“For real! Here, you taste it!” Max exclaims, wiping off another bead and offering his finger to Sam.
“I have to politely decline”, Sam grimaces as he pushes the hand away from his face. “I don’t really know what you mean, but you really don’t have to…ya know… put it in your mouth, if it bothers ya.” Sam mutters, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
In response Max dives right back onto Sam’s dick and puts the tip in his mouth, giving it a suck as he moves his hand to tug on the rest of the shaft, eliciting a guttural moan from Sam. Not sure where to put his hands, Sam just grabs Max’s ears again in an attempt to ground himself a little. Max messily slobbers on Sam’s dick, moving from the tip to the underside, trailing down to the base, and then back to sucking on the tip. Sam’s eyes flutter from the stimulation.
Suddenly Max gets an idea, pulling off from Sam’s dick with an audible pop and turning to look at him with a gleam in his eye.
“Ey, Sam”, Max quips, getting Sam’s attention. “Do ya wanna put it in me?”
Sam takes an embarrassingly long time to realise what Max just said. “I- Wha- Already?” is all he could manage. As Max looked at him in confusion, he elaborates. “I mean, didn’t you… ya know, finish already just a few minutes ago?”
Max snorts at Sam’s refusal to say the word ‘orgasm’. “Yeah, I’m surprised too! I guess I just have excellent stamina.”
Sam can’t deny being intrigued by the idea, but the sheer size of his little buddy is making him a little nervous.
“Are ya sure you’ll be alright? Ya know, with your size an’ all”, Sam asks.
“I mean, I know you’re big, but you’re not that big”, Max jokes. Sam didn’t look particularly convinced.
“Hey, I’ll be fine, ya big lug”, Max reassures, grabbing Sam’s hands in an attempt to calm him down. He reaches around for the bottle of lotion, popping the lid open.
“So, ya wanna? Cus I do.” Max tried to keep up the confidence in his voice, but ended up sounding more timid than he liked. After a moment of consideration, Sam nods.
Max pours a generous amount of lotion on his palm and goes straight for Sam’s dick, giving it a few, quick rubs to spread the lotion. Sam yelps in surprise, groaning at the sensation. Then, climbing back onto Sam’s lap, with his back against Sam’s chest, Max spreads his legs and looks at Sam expectantly.
Sam gulps, taking hold of his shaft and trying to align it to Max’s entrance. Max wiggles in anticipation as the tip of Sam’s dick gets caught on his hole, starting to slowly push the hard length inside.
Max was still surprisingly loose, as Sam’s dick sank in with ease, bottoming out unexpectedly quickly, drawing out a filthy whine from the lagomorph. Nested deep in his partner, Sam gave him a moment to adjust to the sensation. Max, however, wasn’t having it, trying to lift himself up but not managing to move enough for his liking, slumping back down as his legs gave out.
Noticing his partner’s impatience, Sam grabbed Max by his thighs and lifted him up, quickly slamming him back down, thrusting his hips upwards simultaneously. Max let out a guttural scream as his body tensed in Sam’s arms, his already throbbing length dripping fat beads of precum all over himself. Sam lifted Max up again, setting up a brutal pace of slamming into his partner, eliciting a messy mix of moans and whimpers from the lagomorph, who periodically went completely slack and then tensed back up in Sam’s arms as his hole was filled up by Sam’s hard length.
The only sounds in the room were the loud squelching of Sam’s dick ramming Max’s asshole and the clapping of his hips against Max’s cheeks as Sam searched for Max’s prostate. With a few more thrusts he hits the spot, causing Max to yelp in surprise, trembling violently as Sam starts slamming into his prostate with almost every thrust. Max’s eyes roll back as he gets violently overstimulated by the fat cock filling his gut, his thighs trying to spread even wider and his hands blindly reaching for anything to grab onto. He moans as Sam’s thrusts get more harsh and erratic, abusing his prostate as the heat in his gut grows and grows.
Suddenly Sam tenses up, reflexively pushing in even deeper, his cock throbbing in Max’s ass as his load sputters into his partner in quick spurts. Max shudders at the sensation as hot cum fills his hole, spilling out as his gut gets filled by way more cum than he imagined.
Max thinks Sam is going to pull out as he slows his thrusts, but suddenly he slams back in, eliciting a guttural groan from the rabbit. He goes back to brutally ramming into his partner, finding his prostate again with a few thrusts. The lagomorph tenses up as his prostate gets violently stimulated, his hands trembling as he hangs onto Sam’s arms.
“S-Sam-!” is all Max manages to cry out before he’s spilling all over his stomach, Sam helping him ride through his orgasm by thrusting steadily into him until Max goes slack in his lap. Pulling out, he lets the lagomorph slump into him, gently rubbing his arms and waist in an attempt to soothe him.
“What...” Max starts, swallowing a couple times as his voice comes out hoarse. “W-what did I say about… the best nut of my life?”
Sam smiles at him in confusion, waiting to see if he’ll elaborate.
“I think I changed my mind, just now...” Max leaves the sentence there, opting to just breathe heavily.
“So, I take it that ya enjoyed it?” Sam chuckles, not really sure what Max is saying.
Max struggles to pull himself up, turning his body so that he’s facing Sam and slumping back into his lap. Putting his hands on Sam’s cheeks, he stares into his eyes.
“Could we like... kiss, or somethin’?” he asks as he grins like a fool, his cheeks getting warm as he alternates between looking at Sam’s eyes and his lips.
Sam slowly leans in in response, causing Max to also lean in to connect their lips. The kiss is more like a peck as they separate soon after, but Max doesn’t mind as they lean in again, giving each other quick kisses as they lean into each other’s embraces.
Sam leans away to cradle Max in his arms. “Wanna go take a bath?” He asks.
“Oh, absolutely. No way am I going to sleep with cum on my tum, not to mention in my bum ”, Max quips, wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck and giggling at his rhymes.
Sam sighs in defeat as he lifts Max up and carries him into the bathroom, draping him over the side of the bathtub.
“You are gonna help me get this cum outta my ass, right?” Max grins, shaking his butt provocatively.
Sam just chuckles, going to turn the water on.