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Lando’s tail thumps once, hard, against the back of his leg on instinct.
There’s a bunny at the counter, all thin and pale, almost delicate looking. A fluffy white puff of a tail pokes out his jeans. His nose, pink and absurdly cute, wrinkles as he sniffs the air. His ears stand tall, looking so freaking soft.
A beautiful bunny. He’s glaring at the barista like he’s been wronged on a spiritual level. Lando is already a lost cause. He moves before his brain can catch up, which is how most of his problems start. He weaves through the cafe line, floppy ears tipping forward with interest, tail giving another hopeful wag. His mouth pulls into a dopey grin, tongue threatening to loll if he doesn’t get a grip soon.
He does not get a grip.
“Hiii,” he says, bright and friendly.
The bunny tears his gaze from the poor barista and turns on him instead. His eyes are a deep, dark brown, and they narrow with suspicion. “What do you want?”
A beautiful, bratty bunny.
“You,” Lando says, because it’s the first thing that pops into his head. It’s true, after all.
For a second, the bunny’s irritated mask slips, revealing a flicker of something… flustered. Then the walls slam back up. “Excuse me?”
“Your name,” Lando corrects, leaning against the counter beside him. “I want to know your name. I’m Lando.”
The bunny scoffs, turning his body away slightly. “I’m not interested.”
“Oh. Okay!” Lando says, entirely undeterred. He’s not used to rejection. People usually like him. He’s friendly and he’s got a great smile and a tail that wags so hard his whole body wiggles. “But I like you. Can I buy your coffee? You seem a little tense.”
Bunny’s nose twitches furiously. “I already paid and I am not tense. I just need caffeine. Now.”
Lando nods along, serious despite his tail still thumping out a cheerful rhythm. “I get that. I know all about wanting things and not getting them right away,” he says wisely. “Like when I go to fetch a ball and it rolls behind the couch. Tragic.”
Bunny stares at him, silent for a long moment. Lando just smiles back, hopeful and patient, like he’s waiting for a treat. Then, the corner of the bunny’s mouth twitches upward. “You’re an idiot.”
“Probably,” Lando agrees cheerfully. “But I’m a friendly idiot. Can I sit with you while you wait? I promise I won’t bite.”
His long ears give a little flick, a sign of his internal debate. He lets out a soft sigh. “Fine. But no talking.”
“Deal,” Lando says.
They move to a small table in the corner and Lando watches his cute butt while they walk. The bunny’s fluffy white tail is a stark puff against dark denim. When he sits, his posture perfectly straight, pointedly looking away. His jeans stretch tight over thick, powerful thighs that betray his delicate appearance. Lando finds himself staring, wondering how someone so slender could have such strong legs. Probably for hopping.
Lando flops into the seat across from him, completely captivated. He loves the way his ears twitch at every little sound, the way his nose wrinkles in irritation. He seems so prickly and all Lando wants to do is pet him until he’s purring or… whatever sound bunnies make.
“Oscar!” the barista calls out.
Bunny – Oscar – is up quickly, grabbing his drink and returning to the table in a swirl of righteous indignation. He takes a sip and his whole body seems to relax by a fraction. Another sip. His eyes flick back to Lando over the rim of the cup. “Why are you still here?”
“I told you,” Lando says, resting his chin in his hand. “I like you.”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know you’re a bunny who likes lattes and fast service. I know you have very cute ears. And I think secretly you might like me too.”
Oscar’s cheeks flush a pretty pink. “You’re delusional.”
Lando shrugs. “Maybe. Can I have your number?”
Oscar stares at him.
It’s not the sharp, dismissive glare from earlier. This one feels more assessing. Like he’s trying to figure out if Lando is genuine. Lando just meets the look with his best smile. His tail thumps against his chair excitedly.
“…Don’t do that,” Oscar mutters.
“Do what?”
“That.” He points. “The wagging.”
“Sorry. It just happens when I’m happy.” Lando’s grin goes lopsided, he gives one more involuntary wag before he grabs his tail to keep it still.
Oscar pauses. Then, very quietly, “You have very big hands.”
Lando blinks. “Oh.” He looks down at them, flexes his fingers once, like he’s never noticed before. “Yeah. Do you like them?”
Oscar’s ears tilt back. “I was just noticing. They’re very… noticeable.”
“Thanks!” Lando says, like it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever told him. Then, carefully, “You don’t have to give me your number if you don’t want to.”
“I know that,” Oscar says quickly.
“I just thought,” Lando continues, “maybe we could talk sometime. Like I could call and say hi. Then you would say hi and I would ask how your day was and you would tell me about it and I would tell you about the sticks I found that day – ”
That gets a breath of a laugh. “Sticks?”
“Yeah! Like big ones or funny shaped ones or, really, any interesting ones from the park…”
Oscar exhales, long and slow. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone. “Okay,” he says. “But don’t call.”
“Don’t… call?”
“Text only.”
“Oh!” Lando nods immediately. “Yeah, that’s fine. I like texting anyway. Gives me time to think.”
Oscar snorts. He holds his phone out. “Here, put your number in.”
Lando fumbles with the phone, his big fingers clumsy on the screen, but he manages to type his number in. He types his name with a little dog emoji beside it, then freezes. “Is that okay?”
He hands the phone back, and their fingers brush. Oscar’s skin is soft, and Lando feels a jolt all the way up his arm.
Oscar glances at the screen. Rolls his eyes. “It’s fine. Goodbye, Lando.”
“Bye, bunny!”
Oscar turns and walks away, his fluffy tail bouncing with every step. Lando watches him go, a goofy, lovesick grin plastered on his face. He’s completely smitten. His tail thumps triumphantly, his phone buzzes a second later.
Lando’s face lights up like he’s just been handed a tennis ball. He doesn’t wait, he’s not that kind of dog.
Lando laughs, a loud, happy bark. He spends the next two days in a state of buzzing joy. He buys a new shirt that doesn’t have any mysterious stains. He googles ‘what do bunnies even like’ and gets a lot of articles about proper hay and hutch maintenance. It’s not helpful, but it makes him smile.
On Saturday, he gets to the park an hour early. He finds a nice spot under a big oak tree and spreads out a blanket to sit on. His tail won’t stop wagging. He feels like he might vibrate straight out of his skin.
And then he sees him.
Oscar is walking toward him, looking impossibly good in a soft-looking sweater. His gaze sweeps the park with sharp attention, nose twitching faintly as he takes in the space. He looks like he’s expecting an ambush.
Lando pops to his feet and waves, a big, uncontained motion that threatens to knock him off balance.
Oscar’s eyes find him and for a second, he looks like he might bolt. His ears flick back, then upright again. He takes a measured breath, squares his shoulders, and keeps walking.
“You’re early,” Oscar says when he’s a few feet away.
“So are you,” Lando grins. “You couldn’t wait to see me.”
“I just wanted to get the lay of the land. Make sure there weren’t any… surprises.”
“Oh.” Lando blinks. “It’s mostly just grass. And trees. And ducks.”
Oscar’s gaze drifts to the basket sitting beside the blanket. “What’d you bring?”
“Snacks!” Lando flips the lid open. “I didn’t really know what bunnies like,” he admits. “So I covered all the bases.”
He shows Oscar the baby carrots, crackers, a random granola bar, and a random assortment of other things he found in his pantry. When he pulls out the cotton candy, he says, “I brought this because it reminded me of you.”
“How?”
“It’s soft. And you look very soft.”
Oscar laughs quietly. He brings a hand up to his mouth and fails to suppress it.
Lando’s tail goes absolutely haywire, thumping behind him in frantic arcs. Oscar notices, glancing at it then back up at Lando. He doesn’t tell Lando to stop this time. Instead, he just takes the cotton candy, carefully pinching off a piece.
“Excellent choice,” he concedes.
Lando stares at him, completely dumbstruck. He might be in love. “I really like your teeth,” he blurts out “They’re like – really big. They look very effective.”
“Are you making fun of me?” Oscar frowns.
“No!” Lando panics. “Of course not! Your smile is really nice. And your laugh. And your ears when you laugh and they – ” He gestures vaguely, helplessly. “It’s all just very good. You’re very good.”
Oscar looks away, cheeks turning pink.
“I would never make fun of you,” Lando says earnestly. “You’re too cute.”
Oscar huffs a laugh despite himself and takes another bite of cotton candy. “Okay. Thanks.”
A few ducks splash at the edge of the pond nearby, squabbling with each other in loud, indignant quacks.
Lando snorts. “They’re so freaking dramatic. Aren’t they so silly?”
Oscar lowers his voice. “They might overhear you.”
Lando grins, watching them with amusement. “I’m not worried, they’ll just be rude if they do. Which they always are anyway.”
“They can get aggressive,” Oscar says as one of the ducks flaps its wing at another.
“I can protect us,” Lando insists. He puffs his chest a little. “I’m not afraid of any ducks.”
Oscar giggles and Lando beams.
The ducks continue their bickering, completely unbothered.
Oscar asks about Lando’s job. Lando asks Oscar if bunnies ike tug-of-war. Oscar mentions the lovely weather they’ve been having. Lando explains, very seriously, why peanut butter is his favorite snack and how he has to eat some everyday.
Oscar laughs and doesn’t bother hiding it. He makes dry remarks but they still seem soft. Lando exaggerates stories on purpose just to see Oscar roll his eyes. And every time Oscar smiles Lando’s tail sweeps around like it has a mind of its own.
The two of them talk about easy things, shoulder to shoulder, close enough that Lando is very aware of Oscar’s warmth.
“I like being close to you,” Lando says suddenly. “You smell really nice.”
Oscar’s ears flick sharply. “That’s a strange thing to say.”
“Sorry,” Lando says immediately. Then he trails off, distracted, eyes caught on the way Oscar’s cheeks are coloring. “I just like it. You. Being here.”
He shifts even closer without really meaning to. His fingers twitch in his lap like they’re debating doing something they shouldn’t. He catches himself, stills them.
After a beat, he tilts his head. “Can I ask you something?”
Oscar nods cautiously.
“Do you think the date is going good?” Lando asks. “Because I think it is. Like, really good. But I wanted to make sure you think so too. Are you having a good time?”
“Yeah,” Oscar says quietly. “I think it’s going well.”
Lando’s smile is immediate and unrestrained. “Oh. Good. So you do like me.” He hesitates, then barrels on. “Is there anything you especially like about me? You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. But there’s a lot of stuff I like about you…”
“I like your hands,” Oscar tells him.
“You like my hands??”
“Yes. And… I like how you're very… obvious. In a good way.”
Lando’s heart beats so fast it almost knocks the breath out of him.
Eventually the ducks wander off, the sun starts to sink and Lando’s heart sinks a bit with it. He doesn’t want this to end yet.
“Hey,” he says. “Do you maybe want to come see my apartment?”
“You live around here?”
“A few blocks away. It’s not a far walk, I promise. And we can hang out for longer.”
Oscar’s eyes drop to the blanket, then to Lando’s tail. “I don’t know, Lando. Is it near a lot of other dogs?”
“Yeah! There’s lots of dogs where I live… um. Is that okay?”
Oscar hesitates. Then says carefully, “It’s not that I don’t want to. It just might be… a lot. Too much for me. With all the unfamiliar scents and noise. I don’t relax very well.”
Lando’s smile falters. “Oh. That’s okay. We don’t have to. I just like being with you. I don’t want today to end, it’s like my second favorite day ever.”
“Second? What’s the first?”
“The day I met you, obviously.”
Oscar looks at him, smiling. His ears flick once and his nose twitches as he debates with himself. “…You can come to my place,” he offers tentatively.
Lando perks up immediately, his ears shoot forward. “Really?”
“If you want.”
“I want.”
Lando tries very hard not to bounce the entire walk over. He keeps his hands shoved deep into his pockets so he doesn’t reach out and grab Oscar’s fluffy tail or swing their arms together.
Oscar’s building is old but it looks nice. When he opens his apartment door, a wave of clean air washes over Lando. It smells sweet. Like Oscar, but stronger. It’s immaculate, organized, and soft all over: fluffy rugs layered over hardwood, poofy pillows arranged perfectly, blankets folded and draped over the couch.
“Wow,” Lando breathes, suddenly aware of his own size and general clumsiness. “It’s really nice in here.”
Oscar glances back at him.
“I’ll be careful,” Lando promises immediately.
He takes off his shoes and places them neatly by the door, lining them up with Oscar’s before following him inside with exaggerated caution. He sits on the very edge of the couch, hands folded in his lap. His tail gives a single nervous thump against the cushion.
Oscar watches him, a small smile on his lips. “You can relax, you know. You’re not going to break anything.”
“Right. Relax,” Lando repeats.
He does not relax. He’s too busy taking everything in. The way Oscar moves through it with easy familiarity. The way his shoulders finally drop now that he’s home.
Then Lando spots a small, neat pile of chewing twigs laid out on the end table, ends worn smooth. His heart absolutely melts.
“You like chewing on sticks? That’s so cute.”
“It’s a perfectly normal stress relieving activity,” Oscar says firmly, but he doesn’t meet Lando’s eye.
“I like sticks, too… It’s really cozy here,” Lando says. “That’s really important. I think. Having places that feel like this. Where it’s comfy and everything is clean.” His tail gives a happy wag as he speaks, knocking a pillow onto the floor. “Oh – sorry!” he blurts. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to – ”
Oscar laughs.“It’s just a pillow.” He shakes his head as he reaches to grab it. “You really need to relax.”
Lando swallows. “I just… I really like it here. And I like you and I don’t want to mess anything up.”
“You won’t,” Oscar assures him. Then adds, softly, “You’re a good dog, Lando.”
Lando’s breath stutters. His head goes light, his thoughts scattering completely. “Yeah?” he asks, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” Oscar says, smiling softly. “A very good boy.”
Lando’s heart swells in his chest. He feels so full of affection he thinks he might burst. He looks at Oscar, at his fluffy ears and his big brown eyes and his cute little nose. He’s pretty. Sooo pretty.
“You’re a pretty bunny, Oscar,” Lando says, the words tumbling out in a rush of sincerity. “You’re the nicest, cutest, sweetest bunny ever.”
Oscar’s reaction is instantaneous. A dusty pink floods his cheeks. He ducks his head, flustered and clearly trying to hide it. “You don’t have to say things like that,” he mumbles, but there’s no bite to it.
“But it’s true and i like telling you,” Lando insists. He’s completely mesmerized by the deepening blush. It’s the best thing he’s ever seen. He feels an overwhelming urge to taste it. He wants to feel that warmth on his tongue.
Before he can think better of it, he leans in and licks a broad stripe right up Oscar’s heated cheek.
Oscar’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t shove him away. He doesn’t even get mad. He just stares in disbelief, lifting a hand to his damp cheek, fingers brushing the spot like he’s checking whether it really happened.
“You…” he starts, then stops. His gaze drops briefly to Lando’s tongue, still peeking out. He blinks. “Wow. That’s… that’s a big tongue.”
Lando tilts his head. “Is that a bad thing?”
Oscar lets out a surprised laugh, shaking his head. “No, Lando,” he says, his eyes sparkling. “That’s good. A very good thing.”
That’s all the encouragement Lando needs. He leans in again, unable to help himself, and plants another enthusiastic lick along Oscar’s jaw, a little messier this time.
“Lando!” Oscar squeaks, trying to duck his head away, failing miserably, but he’s laughing. He squirms, his little bunny nose twitching like crazy, and Lando is so overwhelmed with love that he just has to keep going.
He licks his other cheek, then his forehead, the tip of his nose, like he’s trying to memorize Oscar’s face with his mouth. Lando loves it, he can taste the happiness on his skin.
Oscar is a mess of giggles, his hands pushing weakly at Lando’s shoulders. “So… much… slobber!”
“Sorry,” Lando mumbles, though he’s not sorry at all. He buries his face in the crook of Oscar’s neck, licking a path down the column of his throat.
He can feel Oscar’s pulse hammering under his skin, fast and fluttering. Oscar stops giggling and lets out a breathy sigh, his body going pliant. His hands stop pushing and clutches Lando’s shirt, holding him close.
The sigh is Lando’s undoing. It sounds an awful lot like permission, maybe an invitation. His tail goes into overdrive against the couch. His hips move on their own, grinding against Oscar’s thigh. The friction sends a jolt straight up his spine. He can’t help it. He’s just a dog and there’s a pretty bunny in his arms.
For a second, Oscar tenses. Lando freezes, terrified he’s ruined everything. But then Oscar leans back, spreading his legs, creating a space. Lando's breath catches at the sight of those thick thighs parting just for him. Oscar looks up with dark, hazy eyes, and his cheeks flushed. He gives a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.
Lando’s brain almost explodes. He’s definitely in love. Pressing forward again, his hips slot perfectly between Oscar’s strong legs. The friction below his waist is even better this way, more direct. He ruts against the bunny in a desperate rhythm, his breath coming in hot pants against Oscar’s neck. He’s lost in the sensation, in the smell and feel of him, when he realizes –
There’s no bulge. No hard line of a cock pressing back against his. It’s just… smooth.
Lando pulls back, looking down between them with confusion, then back up at Oscar’s face. “You don’t… you don’t have a…” he trails off.
Oscar’s flush deepens, but he doesn’t look away. “Is that okay?”
A pussy. Oscar has a pussy. The thought makes Lando’s head spin. He’s so excited he feels like he might vibrate apart.
“Yeah,” he breathes in awe. “Yes, that's okay. More than okay. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
He surges forward, capturing Oscar’s mouth in a messy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue and clumsy eagerness. Oscar meets him with equal hunger, his little bunny teeth nipping. Lando’s hips move again, grinding against Oscar’s soft heat.
“Show me… ” Oscar whispers against his mouth. “Show me what that big tongue can do, puppy.”
The command flips a switch in Lando’s brain. All his frantic, hazy energy focuses into one single, burning need to obey. He pulls back, nodding eagerly, “Yeah. Okay. Yeah.”
His hands fumble with his sweater first, urgently tugging it off. Oscars chest is almost flat, but there's the slightest bit of fat around his pretty pink nipples, small mounds that go completely hidden under his sweaters. Lando drags his tongue over one of those tiny tits and Oscar shivers beautifully.
Lando gives the other one the same attention, a big, long lick that makes Oscar's hips twitch. Only then does Lando continue his descent, his fingers trailing down Oscar's tummy before moving to his jeans, sliding them down. He reveals frilly pink panties covered in carrot print.
So. Freaking. Cute.
And right in the center, the fabric is soaked through.
Lando lets out a rumbling growl of appreciation. He dips his head, nuzzles his nose in the damp fabric, inhaling the rich scent of Oscar’s arousal. It’s the best thing he’s ever smelled… better than rain… better than fresh cut grass… even better than peanut butter…
“Lando,” Oscar says from above him. “Focus.”
“Right. Focus,” Lando mumbles against the wet cotton.
He hooks his big fingers in the panties and gently pulls them down, revealing the prize underneath. Oscar is completely smooth, his folds are a pretty pink and already slick. It’s the most beautiful thing Lando has ever seen.
“Oh, bunny. I like you so very much.”
He doesn’t wait; he goes right in – licking a long, slow stripe from Oscar’s entrance all the way up to his clit. The moan Oscar lets out goes straight to Lando’s cock. Lando does it again, and again, lapping him up like a man dying of thirst. Oscar tastes incredible, sweet and intoxicating. A wild, erratic beat thumps from Lando’s tail, his whole body thrumming with the joy of it, demanding more.
He pulls back just enough to bring one of his fingers to play. Oscar’s body grips him immediately, a tight clench that makes Lando groan. A second finger joins the first, stretching him open.Oscar whines high and desperate. His hands fly to Lando’s hair, fingers tangling in and pulling. His hips buck up, trying to take more.
Lando gives him more, stiffening his tongue and presses forward, slowly sinking into the perfect, wet heat.
“Good boy,” Oscar gasps raggedly, rocking against Lando’s face. “Oh, fuck – Lando, you’re such a good boy.”
The praise is a drug. Lando’s hips jerk against the couch, his erection straining painfully. He fucks Oscar with his tongue, pushing in deep and pulling his fingers out to circle his clit. He’s completely lost in it, in the taste, the sounds Oscar is making, the feeling of his hands in his curls. A world made of only Oscar.
This is exactly where Lando’s supposed to be: between the thick thighs of a pretty bunny, being the best, most obedient boy he can be. He curls his tongue, finding that sensitive spot inside that makes Oscar’s whole body jolt.
Oscar cries out, his back arching beautifully, his grip on Lando’s hair tightening. “Right there, puppy, right there. Don’t stop,” he babbles. “Don’t stop…”
Lando groans, working relentlessly until Oscar’s whole body goes rigid, legs clamping around Lando’s head. A fresh wave of slick heat floods Lando’s mouth, he laps it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste as Oscar shudders through the aftershocks. Then Lando keeps licking, softer, gentle little strokes until his bunny slowly melts back into the couch.
Lando rests his cheek against Oscar’s trembling thigh, his tail giving a few last, contente thumps. The grip in his hair loosens, fingers comb through the strands and scratching behind his ears.
“Come up here,” Oscar says.
Lando obeys, crawling up, caging him in with his arms. He looks down at his flushed, satisfied face, his drooping eyelids. There’s never been anything more perfect.
Oscar reaches up, cupping Lando’s jaw, his thumb stroking over his wet cheek. “You’re a mess,” he says.
“You made me a mess,” Lando grins, leaning into the touch. “But I like it. I’d do it again and again and forever if you let me.”
A slow, smug smile spreads across Oscar’s face. He pulls Lando down into a languid kiss. It’s dirty and deep and makes Lando’s cock throb again. When they pull apart, Oscar’s eyes flick to the very obvious bulge in Lando’s pants.
“Really wanna fuck you, bunny,” Lando says earnestly. “Can I? Please? You felt so good on my tongue.”
Oscar giggles. “Okay, puppy.”
“Yeah? You’re sure??”
Oscar bites his lip and nods. Lando smiles wide, quickly shoving his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, already leaking from the angry red tip. He gives a few quick strokes, just to relieve some of the pressure, Still salivating, locking his eyes on Oscar’s pretty pussy.
“Wow,” Oscar breathes. “You’re a big boy everywhere, aren’t you?”
Lando doesn’t know what to say to that, his brain is too buzzy to form words, so just nods. He rubs himself against Oscar’s wet folds. He’s so warm, so slick, Lando has to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then and there.
“You can do it, puppy,” Oscar whispers, hooking his legs around Lando’s waist.
That’s all the encouragement Lando needs. He pushes forward, and the feeling is incredible, a velvety grip enveloping him perfectly. He buries his face in Oscars neck, groaning when he bottoms out.
Oscar whines loudly. “Oh god, so big,” he gasps, his nails digging into Lando’s shoulders.
Lando’s control frays and the part of his brain that says be gentle, he’s soft, he’s a bunny, is drowned out by a roaring wave of primal instinct yelling at him to breed.
He pulls back and slams back in, hard enough to make the couch creak. Then he does it again and again and again, pistoning forward. Oscar cries out a sharp, shocked sound, but his legs just tighten around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
Lando growls, possessive, fingers digging into Oscar’s hips. As he watches his cock disappear into Oscar ,he feels a surge of ownership so strong it makes his head spin. Like a bone he can’t let go of.
“Mine,” he snarls. “My bunny.”
Oscar looks completely wrecked, beautiful. “Yes,” he whimpers, his eyes rolling back. “Your bunny.”
Lando pulls out and before Oscar can even process the loss, Lando is flipping him over to his hands and knees. Lando loves this position. It presents the bunny perfectly: the graceful curve of his spine, his perfectly plump ass, and that glorious, fluffy tail.
Lando lines himself up and pushes back in, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper. He watches, transfixed on the sight of Oscar’s tail bouncing with every snap of his hips.
“So… Cute…” Lando grunts.
He reaches out, his big hand hovering over the puff of fur before he sinks his fingers into it. It’s even softer than he imagined, like a cloud. He gives it an experimental tug.
Oscar yelps. “Careful with that!”
“So soft,” Lando mumbles, not letting go until his gaze drifts upward to the two long, fuzzy ears. He can’t resist reaching for one, giving the base a little squeeze.
Oscar whimpers, his whole body shuddering. “Puppy… those are sensitive.”
Lando gives another gentle tug and Oscar’s pussy squeezes tighter around him.
“Lando!” Oscar gasps.
“Bunny,” Lando grunts. He lets go to grab his hips instead, yanking them to meet his thrusts, watching his ass jiggle beautifully. “Oh, bunnybunnybunny. You look so pretty. So perfect”
Oscar’s body goes taut. He lets out a high, broken whine as he clamps down on Lando’s cock, pulsing and fluttering through another orgasm.
As Oscar shudders and collapses downward, he sighs out, slurred and sated, “Good boy. Such a good boy for me, Lando.”
Lando can barely hold on. He slows his thrusts, riding out the waves of Oscar’s pleasure, his own orgasm teetering. His hips jerk, and he has to stop moving entirely to keep from spilling. He’s panting, forehead resting on Oscar’s back.
“Oscar…” he whines. “I’m gonna… Can I? Please? Can I cum? I really, really wanna fill you up.”
Oscar turns his head, his cheek smushed against the cushion, a lazy, blissed-out smile on his face. He looks at Lando over his shoulder, soft and sweet.
“Yes, puppy,” he whispers. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”
That’s all it takes. Lando drives into him one last time, deep and hard, and lets go, shuddering as he empties himself. His tail seizes then thumps slowly, slowly as the last pulses of his orgasm fade. He presses a kiss to Oscar’s shoulder, then another, then licks the salty sweat off it.
“That was the best thing ever,” he mumbles against his skin. “I changedmy mind. Today is my favorite day, like the best day ever and you’re the best.”
Oscar lets out a soft hum.
Lando carefully pulls out, collapses onto the couch beside Oscar, who immediately rolls over and snuggles into his side, his head on Lando’s chest. Lando’s tail gives one last, contented thump before he starts falling asleep. He’s never felt so happy in his entire life.