Beating the Blazing Heat!
By: Mikolai
The air conditioner hummed like a tired beast, barely keeping up with the late afternoon heat. Outside, sunlight pressed against the windows with such intensity that the glass seemed to sweat.

Inside, the cheetah boy's bedroom was a shrine to controlled chaos. Posters of retro video game characters peeled at the corners, their edges curling like old parchment. A neon LED strip buzzed faintly along the ceiling, casting a shifting glow over the tangled nest of charging cables and discarded soda cans. His desk, if it could still be called that, was buried under a landslide of game cases, half-finished homework, and a precariously balanced Nintendo Switch dock, its blue light blinking like a lazy lighthouse.

The bed was a battlefield of its own, sheets kicked into twisted knots, pillows dented with the impressions of two heads where he and his friend had flopped down after playing basketball for hours. The cheetah boy's tail flicked absently against the mattress as he mashed buttons on his Joy-Con, his spotted fur slightly damp at the temples from the stubborn heat. His friend, an eevee boy with perpetually tousled hair, lay sprawled beside him, one leg hooked over the edge of the bed as if he might slide off at any moment.

Brody, because of course his name was Brody, the kind of name that belonged to someone who ran track and still managed to sneak in an hour of gaming before dinner, stretched, his abs flexing faintly under golden-brown fur dotted with rosettes that darkened at the edges. His green eyes, sharp as emeralds cut with mischief, didn’t leave the screen even as he nudged the eevee boy with his foot. "Dude, you’re gonna lose again if you keep button-mashing like that." His voice was all confidence, the kind that came from knowing he was good at things without having to try too hard.

The fourteen-year-old cheetah boy’s short, tawny hair stuck up in wild tufts where he’d ruffled it absently mid-game, the same color as the fur that covered him from head to toe except for the patches of lighter cream along his belly and throat. His black boxer briefs clung just enough to hint at the lean muscle underneath, the fabric riding up slightly as he shifted to avoid a stray controller cord digging into his thigh. A bead of sweat rolled down his temple, disappearing into his fur as he flicked an ear, still laser-focused on the game.

Beside him, Cody, because of course the fourteen-year-old eevee boy had the kind of name that made teachers sigh and girls giggle, was sprawled like a discarded action figure, one arm dangling off the bed as if he’d given up on life halfway through the match. His caramel-brown fur, soft and slightly ruffled from hours of lounging, contrasted with the pale cream of his belly and the darker tufts around his ears. His short, messy chestnut hair flopped over one amber eye, the other squinting at the screen with a mix of determination and impending defeat. The waistband of his gray boxer briefs peeked above the rumpled sheets, riding low enough on his slim hips to show the faint definition of abs that came more from teenage metabolism than actual effort.

Cody’s tail twitched, the fluffy tip brushing against Brody’s ankle as he let out a dramatic groan, tossing his Joy-Con onto the bed. “I wasn’t button-mashing,” he lied, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. His voice was lighter than Brody’s, edged with playful defensiveness. “Your cheetah reflexes are just cheating.” He stretched, arching his back like a cat, ironic, given his species, and the movement made his fur catch the LED light in shifting gold-and-brown hues. A thin line of sweat glistened along his collarbone, vanishing into the fur at his throat.

Brody snorted, finally pausing the game to wipe his own forehead with the back of his wrist. The heat clung to them like a second skin, thick enough that even the thin fabric of their underwear felt suffocating. “Excuses,” he shot back, but his grin took the bite out of it. He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow, the sheets beneath him warm from their shared body heat. His tail lashed lazily, stirring the humid air. “You’re just mad ‘cause I’m winning. Again.” The words were cocky, but his voice was lazy with the heat, lacking its usual sharpness.

Cody flopped onto his back, arms splayed wide as if trying to absorb what little coolness the mattress could offer. His breath hitched slightly when his fur stuck to the sheets, the sensation uncomfortably damp. “It’s too hot for this,” he whined, kicking one leg out in a futile attempt to dislodge the stifling air. His ears twitched, swiveling toward the air conditioner’s feeble hum as if willing it to work harder. “We should’ve just gone swimming.” The words came out half-mumbled, his tongue heavy with lethargy.

Brody’s grin faltered for a fraction of a second before he recovered, tossing his Joy-Con onto the nightstand with a clatter. “Yeah, well, we would’ve,” he said, stretching his arms overhead until his shoulders popped, “if someone hadn’t decided to call Jessica Tomlin a slut and a bitch within earshot of the entire football team.” His tone was light, but the accusation hung between them like the heat. He flicked his tail, brushing it against Cody’s thigh as punctuation. “Dumbass.”

Cody didn’t even flinch. He rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin on his hands, his ears perked with defiance. “Regret nothing,” he declared, puffing out his chest slightly despite the sweat beading along his collarbone. His tail twitched once, stubborn. “She is a slut and a bitch. You saw what she posted about Marissa. Fake-ass apology and then bam, back to spreading drama like it’s her part-time job.” His voice dripped with teenage conviction, the kind that thrived on righteous indignation and misplaced loyalty.

Brody rolled his eyes, but there was no real annoyance in it, just the exasperated fondness of someone who’d known Cody long enough to recognize a lost cause when he saw one. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky my brother’s got clout,” he muttered, scratching at the base of one ear absently. His claws, short, blunt things, more for show than function, grazed the fur there. “Football team would’ve folded you like a lawn chair by now if Lee hadn’t told them to back off.” The words were casual, but the underlying warning was clear: Don’t push it. Cody just huffed, pressing his cheek into the mattress, the heat making his thoughts sluggish. Arguing felt like too much effort, everything did, really, when the air was this thick.

The silence stretched, broken only by the whir of the struggling AC and the occasional click of Brody’s claws against his Joy-Con as he idly scrolled through menus. Cody’s tail flicked, restless, his mind drifting despite himself. It wasn’t just the heat getting to him; summer break had barely started, and already, the endless stretch of empty days felt suffocating in a different way. No texts lighting up his phone, no stupid locker-room whispers about who liked who. Nothing. His last boyfriend, some fox kid from the debate team, had ghosted him after two weeks, and since then, his DMs had been drier than the Sahara. He glanced at Brody, at the way his friend’s fur darkened along his spine in sleek, rosette-dappled stripes. At least he wasn’t getting pitying looks in the hallways.

Cody snorted suddenly, rolling onto his side to face Brody with a grin that was half mischief, half boredom. "Dude," he said, kicking Brody lightly with his foot, "we’re both single as hell. You ever think maybe we’re just… missing the obvious?" He waggled his eyebrows, the motion exaggerated enough that his ears flopped with it. "Two hot guys, alone in a room, in their underwear, " He gestured grandly at their sweat-damp sprawl across the bed. "Statistically, we should be fucking by now."

Brody didn’t even pause his button-mashing, though his ears flicked toward Cody briefly. "Yeah?" His tone was dry, but there was a flicker of amusement in the way his tail twitched against the sheets. "You volunteering as tribute, or just desperate?"

Cody scoffed, flopping onto his back again with a dramatic sigh. His tail thumped against the mattress, stirring the stale air between them. "Desperate? Please. I’m just pointing out the obvious." He stretched, his fur catching the dim LED glow as he arched lazily. "We’re both single, both bored, and both kinda hot. It’s just logic." His grin was sharp-edged, but there was something tentative underneath it, like he wasn’t entirely sure if he was joking.

Brody finally paused the game, tossing his Joy-Con onto the nightstand with a clatter. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand, his emerald eyes glinting with something between amusement and challenge. "Fine," he said, shrugging like it was no big deal. "Better than being bored. Plus, it gives me practice when I do find someone." His smirk widened, revealing just a hint of fang. "But let’s get one thing straight, I’m top. You’re bottom. No negotiation."

Cody’s ears shot upright, his tail puffing slightly before he forced it back down. "Excuse you," he huffed, kicking Brody’s ankle lightly. "Who says I’m the bottom?" His voice cracked halfway through, betraying him, and Brody laughed, not meanly, but with the easy confidence of someone who knew exactly how this would go. "Uh, biology?" Brody drawled, flicking Cody’s knee with his tail. "You’re literally built for it. Look at you." His gaze swept over Cody’s slimmer frame, lingering just long enough to make Cody’s fur prickle. "Besides, you’ve never topped anyone in your life."

Cody opened his mouth, then shut it again, brow furrowing. He could’ve argued, should’ve argued, but the heat and the way Brody was looking at him, all lazy challenge, made his thoughts scatter like dropped dice. Instead, he rolled his eyes and muttered, "Whatever, cheetah boy. Just don’t expect me to call you daddy." Brody barked a laugh, sharp and bright, before pushing himself off the bed with effortless grace. His muscles flexed under his fur as he stretched, the black waistband of his briefs riding up just enough to make Cody’s gaze snag before he forced himself to look away.

Brody padded across the room, his tail flicking behind him like a metronome, and crouched by his dresser. Cody watched, curiosity prickling at his ears, as Brody shoved aside a pile of crumpled laundry and pried up a loose floorboard with his claws. The hiding spot was so cliché Cody almost laughed, except then Brody pulled out a half-used bottle of lube, a condom box, and a crumpled condom wrapper with the ease of someone who’d done this before. A lot. "Seriously?" Cody snorted, propping himself up on his elbows. "You keep your stash under the floorboards like some kinda porn pirate?"

Brody tossed the bottle and condom box onto the nightstand, where it landed with a plastic thud, his smirk widening as he straightened up. "Better than your mom’s sock drawer," he shot back, ruffling the fur between his ears in a way that made his rosettes ripple. His tail lashed once, smug. "And don’t act like you’re some blushing virgin, either. Don't forget I know you fucked that skunk boy a few months ago." He paused, tilting his head just enough to make his earrings, tiny silver hoops Cody had bought Brody last year, catch the light. "Or was it the baseball shortstop?"

Cody's ears flattened briefly before he rolled his eyes, stretching his arms behind his head with deliberate nonchalance. "Both," he admitted, voice lilting with false pride as he traced a claw along his collarbone. "Same month." His tail flicked against the sheets, restless. "What, jealous?"

Brody barked a laugh, claws clicking against the hem of his briefs as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband. "Jealous?" He peeled the fabric down in one smooth motion, his hips rolling just enough to make it look effortless. His cock, still half-flaccid but already long and thick, curved slightly against his thigh, the dusky pink of it stark against golden-brown fur. A darker patch of short, downy hair curled at the base, tapering into the sleek rosettes along his inner thighs. "Please. Just means you've got experience taking dick." His grin was all teeth.

Cody rolled his eyes, but his tail betrayed him, flicking twice before he pushed himself up with a huff. "Yeah, well," he muttered, grabbing the waistband of his own briefs with exaggerated flair. "Prepare to be whelmed." He yanked them down in one sharp motion, the fabric catching briefly at his knees before he kicked them off entirely. His cock, uncut and heavy even at rest, lay against his thigh, the foreskin wrinkled loosely over the flushed tip. A thatch of caramel-brown fur, thicker than Brody's and slightly ruffled from the heat, framed the base where it blended into the softer fur of his belly.

Brody didn't waste time staring. He lunged forward, one knee sinking into the mattress beside Cody's hip, the other leg braced against the floor for balance. His tail lashed once, stirring the humid air between them as he planted a hand on Cody's chest, fingers splayed wide over the cream-colored fur there. The push was abrupt, lacking finesse, but effective. Cody's back hit the sheets with a soft thump, his breath huffing out in surprise. "Warn a guy," he started, but Brody was already leaning down, his muzzle brushing against Cody's cheek before he angled his head and pressed their mouths together.

The kiss was messy at first, all teeth and misplaced noses, but Brody adjusted quickly, tilting Cody's chin up with his thumb. His other hand slid from chest to throat, not squeezing, just holding, the pad of his thumb tracing idle circles over Cody's pulse point. Heat radiated between them, worse than the room's stagnant air, Cody's fur damp where Brody's body pinned him down. Brody's tongue swiped over Cody's lower lip, insistent, and when Cody gasped, Brody took advantage, deepening the kiss with a low hum of approval. His tail curled around Cody's thigh, the tip flicking against sensitive skin just above his knee.

Cody's hands fluttered before settling on Brody's hips, claws pricking lightly at the rosette patterns there. He could feel Brody's cock pressing against his hip, already filling out, hot and heavy against him. The lube bottle crackled as Brody grabbed it one-handed, popping the cap with his thumb without breaking the kiss. Cody huffed out a laugh when cold slickness dribbled onto his stomach, the sensation making him squirm. "Warn a, " he tried again, but Brody cut him off by biting his lower lip, just hard enough to sting.

"Hands and knees," Brody murmured against his mouth, pulling back just far enough for Cody to see the way his pupils had blown wide. His tail flicked impatiently against Cody's thigh. "Butt up. Now." The command was rough but not unkind, the same tone Brody used when calling plays during basketball practice. Cody hesitated, just long enough for Brody to raise an eyebrow, before rolling onto his stomach with deliberate slowness, his tail flicking once in mock annoyance. The sheets stuck uncomfortably to his fur as he pushed himself up, knees sliding apart on the mattress.

Brody's breath hitched audibly behind him. Cody felt claws skim down his spine, blunt but insistent, tracing the dip of his lower back before settling on his hips. The lube bottle crinkled again, followed by the slick sound of Brody coating his fingers. Cody tensed instinctively when the first cold touch pressed against him, his ears flattening briefly before he forced himself to relax. "Easy," Brody muttered, rubbing small circles with his thumb while his other hand spread lube between Cody's cheeks. The heat was unbearable now, clinging to every inch of skin where their bodies didn't touch.

Then Brody's finger pushed in, slow but unrelenting, and Cody's claws dug into the sheets. It wasn't pain, exactly, more like the sharp, unfamiliar stretch of something that didn't quite belong. Brody exhaled through his nose, his tail curling around Cody's thigh as he worked his finger deeper, crooking it just enough to make Cody's breath stutter. "Told you," Brody murmured, the smugness in his voice undercut by the way his own cock twitched against Cody's leg, already fully hard. "Built for it."

Cody's ears flattened against his skull, but the protest died in his throat when Brody added a second finger, scissoring them deliberately. The stretch burned now, a low, insistent throb that radiated up his spine, but beneath it, something else coiled tight in his gut, a prickling heat that had his tail lifting instinctively, presenting himself further. Brody's chuckle was dark with satisfaction, his free hand gripping the base of Cody's tail just hard enough to make him gasp. "See? You like this."

The words hit Cody like a physical blow, humiliation and arousal tangling in his chest. He buried his face in the sheets, muffling a whine as Brody's fingers crooked forward, brushing something inside him that sent sparks skittering behind his eyelids. His cock ached where it hung heavy between his legs, untouched, the tip already damp with pre. Brody didn't tease; his movements were efficient, practiced, working Cody open with a focus that left no room for hesitation. The third finger made Cody's breath hitch, his claws tearing tiny divots in the mattress as he forced himself to stay still.

Brody's thumb rubbed idle circles over the base of Cody's tail, his own breathing ragged now. The scent of sweat and musk clung thick between them, mingling with the synthetic strawberry of the lube. When he finally withdrew his fingers, Cody felt abruptly empty, his body clenching around nothing until Brody's hands settled on his hips again, claws pricking lightly. "Ready?" Brody asked, though it wasn't really a question. His voice was rough, lower than usual, and Cody could feel the heat of him pressing closer, the blunt head of his cock nudging against him.

But before Brody could push in, he paused, his tail flicking once in abrupt recollection. With a muttered curse, he reached for the condom box on the nightstand, tearing open a wrapper with his teeth. Cody craned his neck just enough to watch Brody roll the condom down his length, his own ears twitching at the crinkle of latex. Brody slicked himself with another generous dollop of lube, his claws glistening with it before he wiped them carelessly on the sheets. "Damn," Cody drawled, forcing his voice into something lighter despite the way his pulse hammered in his throat. "Didn't peg you for the responsible type. You gonna ask for my report card next?"

Brody smirked, palming the base of his cock as he lined himself up again. "Nah," he said, leaning down to nip at the curve of Cody's shoulder blade. His breath was hot against damp fur. "Just know what happens when you don't wrap it. Dad made sure of that." His voice dropped, taking on a mocking, gravelly impression, "Son, you knock some poor girl up, and I’ll skin you faster than a rabbit in a fox den." He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust of his hips, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Cody gasped, his claws scrabbling against the sheets as the stretch burned white-hot for a dizzying second. His tail lashed instinctively, then stilled when Brody's hand clamped around the base again, holding him in place. "Fuck, " Cody choked out, his thighs trembling. It wasn't pain, not exactly, but the sheer fullness of it punched the air from his lungs. Brody didn't move, just stayed seated deep inside him, his breathing ragged against Cody's spine. The heat between them was oppressive now, sweat-slick fur sticking where their bodies pressed together.

Then Brody snorted, his breath huffing warm against Cody's shoulder blades. "Dude," he said, voice thick with amusement despite the tension in his muscles, "you're tighter than my dad's wallet." His hips rolled experimentally, pulling a shuddering moan from Cody before he added, "And way more fun to fuck." The words were crude, but the way Brody's thumb rubbed slow circles over Cody's hipbone took the edge off, turning it into something teasing rather than cruel.

Cody's ears flicked back, his claws digging into the mattress as Brody pulled out almost entirely, then snapped his hips forward again, harder this time. The friction burned, good and bad all at once, leaving Cody's breath stuttering in his chest. "Asshole," he gasped, but the insult lacked bite, his tail twitching upward instinctively when Brody's next thrust hit that spot inside him again, sending sparks skittering up his spine. His cock throbbed where it hung untouched between his legs, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

Brody's laugh was breathless, his rhythm already faltering as his hands tightened on Cody's hips. "Yeah?" He punctuated the word with another sharp thrust, the bedframe creaking softly in protest. "Then why're you pushing back like you want it?" His claws pricked at Cody's fur, blunt but insistent, marking him in ways that wouldn't last but felt possessive all the same. The heat between them was unbearable now, sweat-slick fur sticking wherever their bodies met, the scent of musk and synthetic strawberry thick in the air.

Cody's answering moan was muffled by the sheets, his spine arching when Brody angled his hips just right, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur at the edges. His tail lashed once before curling around Brody's thigh, the silky fur there damp with sweat. Every movement was liquid fire, the stretch bordering on too much but edged with something electric, something that had Cody's claws flexing against the mattress like he could claw his way through it. "Shut, ah, up," he managed, his voice cracking on the syllables as Brody's pace quickened, his thrusts losing their earlier precision.

Brody's breath came in ragged bursts against Cody's shoulder blades, his own fur slicked flat with sweat where their bodies met. His rosettes darkened with exertion, the golden-brown patches gleaming under the LED strip's flickering glow. The bedframe groaned beneath them, a rhythmic complaint that matched the wet slap of skin against fur and the occasional creak of springs, loud in the stifling room. Cody could feel Brody trembling above him, the muscles in his thighs flexing with each thrust, his grip on Cody's hips bordering on bruising.

Cody's claws raked helplessly at the sheets; his muzzle pressed into the mattress to stifle the sounds climbing his throat. Every snap of Brody's hips sent sparks skittering up his spine, the friction burning in ways that made his tail twitch and curl tighter around Brody's leg. His cock ached where it hung heavy between his thighs, untouched except for the occasional brush of Brody's tail against his balls, whether accidental or deliberate, Cody couldn't tell. The heat pooled low in his gut, coiling tighter with every ragged breath, every grunt Brody muffled against his shoulder.

Brody's rhythm faltered, his thrusts growing sloppier, deeper, the slap of his balls against Cody's skin sharp and rhythmic. The sound alone was obscene, wet, fleshy smacks timed with every snap of Brody's hips, but Cody could not bring himself to care, not when each impact sent a jolt through him, his own cock bouncing against his stomach, leaking steadily onto the rumpled sheets beneath them. His prostate throbbed under the relentless assault, Brody's cock dragging over it with every inward thrust, hitting it dead-on with a precision that had Cody's claws shredding tiny holes in the fabric under his fingers.

"Say it," Brody growled, his voice rough, barely recognizable, his muzzle pressed against the sweat-damp fur between Cody's shoulder blades. His breath was hot, humid, puffing against Cody's skin in uneven bursts. His claws dug into Cody's hips, blunt but insistent, marking him in ways that would not last but felt possessive all the same. "Say my fucking name."

Cody tried to swallow, his throat dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as Brody snapped his hips forward again, hard enough to shove Cody's knees wider on the mattress. The stretch burned, the fullness almost too much, but when Brody angled just right, dragging his cock over that spot inside him, Cody's breath hitched, his back arching instinctively. "B-Brody," he gasped, the syllables cracking halfway through, barely louder than the creak of the bedsprings beneath them.

Brody groaned, low and approving, his claws flexing against Cody's hips as his thrusts turned erratic, losing rhythm but not force. His muzzle pressed harder between Cody's shoulder blades, teeth scraping lightly over fur as his breath came in ragged bursts. "Again," he demanded, voice rough, his hips pistoning faster now, the wet slap of skin against fur obscene in the stifling room.

Cody's ears flattened against his skull, his own breath hitching as Brody's cock dragged over his prostate again, the sensation sharp enough to make his vision blur at the edges. "Brody," he gasped, louder this time, his claws tearing through the sheets as his body tightened around the relentless thrusts. His cock twitched where it hung heavy between his thighs, untouched but dripping steadily onto the rumpled fabric beneath them. The heat coiled tighter in his gut, threatening to unravel with every snap of Brody's hips.

Brody's answering growl vibrated against Cody's spine, his tail lashing wildly behind him as his rhythm faltered completely, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic. His claws dug harder into Cody's hips, blunt but insistent, marking him in ways that wouldn't last past a shower but felt possessive all the same. "Fuck, Cody," he gritted out, his voice cracking on the syllables, his breath hot and uneven against Cody's fur. "I'm, " The words dissolved into a groan as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing inside Cody as he came, his entire body shuddering with the force of it.

Cody could feel the heat of Brody's release even through the condom, the thick, rhythmic pulses pressing against that spot inside him with every twitch of Brody's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch and the fullness and the way Brody's hips jerked erratically against him, grinding deep as if trying to bury himself impossibly further. The condom ballooned slightly with each spurt, the excess lube and Brody's come leaking past the ring of muscle where they were joined, dribbling down Cody's inner thighs in warm, slick trails.

Brody's claws flexed against Cody's hips, his breath coming in ragged, open-mouthed pants against Cody's shoulder blades. His entire body trembled with the aftershocks, his tail lashing weakly before curling around Cody's thigh in a loose grip. "Fuck," he muttered, voice rough and wrecked, his muzzle pressing into Cody's damp fur. His hips gave one last, shallow thrust, riding out the last waves of his orgasm as his cock twitched inside Cody, the condom growing uncomfortably tight with the sheer volume of his release.

Cody barely heard him. His entire world had narrowed to the relentless pressure against his prostate, Brody's cock still buried deep inside him, swollen and twitching with every pulse of come. The heat in his gut coiled impossibly tighter, his own cock achingly hard between his thighs, untouched but dripping steadily onto the sheets. Every ragged breath Brody took sent another jolt through him, the friction just enough to push him toward the edge without tipping him over. His tail thrashed against Brody's leg, the silky fur damp with sweat and pre-cum.

Then Brody shifted, his softening cock sliding halfway out before he pushed back in experimentally, his claws tightening on Cody's hips. The movement dragged over that spot inside Cody again, deliberate and slow, and Cody's back arched violently, a punched-out moan tearing from his throat. His claws shredded the sheets beneath him, his entire body trembling as the coil in his gut snapped. His cock jerked between his thighs, untouched, spurting thick ropes of come onto the mattress beneath them in erratic pulses.

Brody chuckled against Cody's shoulder blades, the sound rough with satisfaction. "Told you," he murmured, his breath hot and uneven against Cody's fur. His hips rolled again, lazy and indulgent, dragging another shuddering gasp from Cody as the last waves of his orgasm rippled through him. "Built for it." The words were smug, but his fingers traced idle circles over Cody's hipbone, softening the edge of his usual bravado.

Cody's ears flicked back weakly, his tail uncurling from Brody's thigh with a wet, sticky sound as it slapped against his own leg. His limbs felt like wet noodles, the heat and exertion leaving him boneless against the sweat-damp sheets. "Shut... up," he managed, though the words lacked any real venom, slurred together like he'd just woken up. His muzzle pressed into the mattress, the scent of sex and synthetic strawberry thick in his nose.

Brody chuckled again but didn't push his luck. Instead, he carefully pulled out, the condom stretching obscenely before snapping free with a wet noise that made Cody grimace. "Gross," Brody muttered, though his tone was light as he tied off the condom with practiced ease and lobbed it toward the trash can across the room. It missed, bouncing off the rim to land on a pile of dirty laundry, a problem for Future Brody.

His own cock, though softening, was still half-hard against his thigh, twitching lazily in the humid air. Cody watched through half-lidded eyes as Brody grabbed another condom from the box, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth before rolling it down his length with one hand. His claws glistened with fresh lube as he slicked himself up again, his tail flicking once in satisfaction before he flopped onto his back against the rumpled sheets. The mattress groaned under his weight as he stretched, his rosette-patterned belly rising and falling with each breath.

Brody smirked, patting his own thigh with a lazy flick of his wrist. "Alright, Eevee boy," he drawled, his voice still rough around the edges. "You want my cock so bad? Come get it." His tail curled possessively around Cody's ankle, tugging him closer with insistent pressure. "Ride me like you mean it."

Cody scoffed, but his ears twitched forward despite himself, betraying his interest. "Oh, now you wanna be lazy?" He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand while the other trailed down Brody's chest, claws catching lightly on the darker rosettes there. "Typical cheetah. All that sprint energy burned out already?" His fingers dipped lower, past Body's navel, all the way down to the dark pubic fur.

Brody just grinned, sprawling back further against the pillows with his arms behind his head. His tail flicked against Cody's ankle, once, twice, a silent dare. "Nah," he said, voice dripping with amusement. "Just wanna see if you can handle the view without passing out." His cock twitched against his thigh as if to emphasize the point, already filling out again under Cody's lingering touch.

Cody rolled his eyes, but his fingers did not stop their slow descent, tracing the curve of Brody's hip before wrapping around his length with deliberate slowness. "Please," he scoffed, giving Brody a lazy stroke that had his breath hitching despite himself. "Like I haven't seen better." The lie tasted cheap even as he said it, his ears twitching when Brody's smirk widened.

"Sure, sure," Brody drawled, tail flicking against the sheets. His claws flexed behind his head, the picture of smug relaxation. "But we both know you're stalling." He tilted his hips upward, his cock nudging against Cody's palm. "Hurry up before I change my mind and go beat your high score instead."

Cody snorted but didn't argue. With a roll of his shoulders, he pushed himself up, knees bracketing Brody's hips as he straddled him. His own cock, still slick with spend, brushed against Brody's stomach as he shifted, the contact making them both hiss. The lube bottle crackled in his grip as he poured a generous amount into his palm, the synthetic strawberry scent clashing with the musk clinging to their fur.

Brody's tail flicked impatiently against the sheets. "Tick-tock, Eevee boy," he drawled, though his breath hitched when Cody's slick fingers wrapped around his length again, stroking him to full hardness with practiced twists of his wrist. "Jessica Tomlin coulda gotten me off faster by now."

Cody's ears flattened instantly. He tightened his grip just enough to make Brody's smirk falter, his claws pricking lightly against sensitive skin. "You wanna call her then?" he shot back, voice dripping with false sweetness as he positioned himself over Brody's hips and cock. His tail curled around Brody's thigh possessively. "Oh wait, " He dropped his weight down in one sharp motion, sheathing Brody inside him with a wet groan that cut off his own taunt.

Brody's back arched off the mattress, his claws scrabbling at the sheets beneath them. The stretch burned hotter this time, Cody still loose from earlier but tender now, every nerve alight as he settled fully onto Brody's lap. His own cock twitched against Brody's stomach, smearing fresh pre between their fur. "Fucking, " Brody's snarl dissolved into a ragged groan when Cody rolled his hips experimentally, dragging a slow, deliberate friction along his length. "Christ, Cody."

Cody's ears flicked back, his breath hitching as he adjusted to the stretch. He braced his hands on Brody's chest, claws pricking lightly at golden-brown rosettes. "Don't, " he started, voice tight, then broke off with a shudder when Brody's hips jerked upward, driving deeper. "Don't bring her up." His tail lashed once before curling tighter around Brody's thigh, the fur damp with sweat where their bodies met.

Brody grinned, his own breath ragged as Cody began to move, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles. His claws dug into Cody's thighs, blunt and insistent, marking the soft caramel fur there. "Make me forget then," he challenged, tail thumping against the mattress. The slap of Cody's balls against his stomach was obscenely loud in the humid room, wet and rhythmic with every downward thrust.

Cody's cock twitched against his own belly, already filling out again despite the heat and exhaustion. Sweat beaded along his spine, trickling down the dip of his lower back where Brody's grip held him steady. His ears flattened against his skull when Brody bucked upward, meeting his rhythm with sharp, upward thrusts that punched ragged moans from both of them. The friction burned now, their bodies slick with sweat and lube, the scent of musk thick enough to taste.

Brody's claws skated higher, tracing the delicate arch of Cody's ribs before settling over his chest. His thumbs brushed Cody's nipples through the damp fur, deliberate, teasing, and Cody's hips stuttered, his tail lashing wildly behind him. "Don't, " he started, voice cracking, but Brody just grinned and did it again, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers until Cody's thighs trembled.

The lube had gone tacky between them, the synthetic strawberry scent drowned under musk and sweat, but Cody did not slow down. His hips rolled in desperate, uneven circles now, riding Brody's cock with a feverish urgency that had the bedframe groaning beneath them. Every downward grind dragged Brody's length against that spot inside him, sending sparks skittering behind his eyelids, his own neglected cock bouncing against his stomach with every movement.

Brody's claws raked down Cody's chest, leaving raised pink trails in the caramel fur before gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. His breaths came in ragged bursts, his usual smirk wiped clean by slack-jawed pleasure as Cody's tail lashed against his thighs, the silky fur damp and sticking to both. "Fuck," Brody managed, voice wrecked, his hips jerking upward to meet Cody's downward grind. The condom stretched tight between them, the latex clinging obscenely to every ridge of Brody's cock with each slick thrust.

Cody's ears flicked wildly, his claws pricking Brody's rosettes as he braced himself, riding Brody with desperate, uneven rolls of his hips. The stretch burned deliciously now, his body molded around Brody's length as if it were made for it. "Told you," Brody gasped out between thrusts, his thumbs digging into the soft fur of Cody's inner thighs. "Built for, ah, for this." His voice cracked when Cody clenched around him deliberately, his own cock twitching against his stomach, smearing pre between their fur.

The sheets beneath them were a lost cause, damp with sweat, lube, and the occasional smear of Cody's neglected release. The scent clung thick in the humid air, musk and synthetic strawberry blending into something heady. Cody's tail lashed once before curling tight around Brody's thigh as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Brody's head. The shift in angle made Brody groan, his claws raking down Cody's back as his cock dragged over that spot again, deeper now, relentless.

"Fuck," Brody hissed, his voice cracking on the syllable as Cody rolled his hips with deliberate slowness, dragging every inch of friction he could from the movement. His own cock throbbed where it hung heavy between them, untouched but dripping onto Brody's stomach with each downward grind. The condom stretched tight between them, the latex clinging obscenely to every ridge of Brody's cock, ballooning slightly with each thrust as if trying to contain the sheer heat of him.

Brody's claws flexed against Cody's hips, blunt but insistent, his rosette-patterned chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. Sweat matted his fur in uneven patches, darker gold against lighter cream, sticking where their bodies met. His tail lashed once before curling possessively around Cody's thigh, the silky fur damp with exertion. "You're, " He broke off with a groan when Cody clenched around him deliberately, his hips jerking upward in a desperate, uncoordinated thrust. "You're such a fucking brat."

Cody smirked down at him, though the effect was ruined by the way his ears twitched wildly with each movement, his own breath coming in uneven gasps. He dragged his claws lightly down Brody's chest, tracing the darker rosettes there, reveling in the way Brody shuddered beneath him. His cock ached between them, flushed and neglected, smearing pre across Brody's stomach with every roll of his hips. "Takes one to know one," he managed, voice cracking when Brody bucked upward sharply, hitting that spot inside him dead-on.

Brody's answering laugh dissolved into a groan as Cody tightened around him, his claws flexing against Cody's hips hard enough to leave marks. The heat between them was oppressive, their fur slick with sweat and lube, the scent of musk thick enough to choke on, but neither cared. The world had narrowed to the slide of skin against fur, the wet slap of Cody's thighs against Brody's hips, the creak of the bedframe beneath them. Cody's tail curled tighter around Brody's thigh, silky fur sticking damply between them as he rode Brody with desperate, uneven thrusts, chasing the heat coiling low in his gut.

"Close," Cody gasped, his voice wrecked, his claws scrabbling against Brody's chest as his rhythm faltered. His cock throbbed between them, untouched but leaking steadily onto Brody's stomach with every roll of his hips. The stretch burned now, his body molded around Brody's cock like a second skin, every nerve alight as Brody's thrusts grew sloppier, deeper, his own control fraying.

Brody's claws dug into Cody's hips, his breath coming in ragged bursts against Cody's muzzle. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by slack-jawed desperation as Cody clenched around him deliberately, milking another ragged groan from his throat. "Fuck, don't stop," he managed, voice cracking, his tail thrashing against the sheets beneath them. His hips jerked upward in short, sharp thrusts, driving deeper with every movement, the condom stretching tight between them.

Cody's ears pinned back, his entire body trembling as he rode Brody with reckless abandon. Every downward grind sent sparks skittering up his spine, his neglected cock bouncing against Brody's stomach, smearing fresh pre between their fur. The heat in his gut coiled impossibly tighter, threatening to snap with every ragged breath Brody took beneath him. His claws pricked at Brody's chest, leaving tiny pink crescents in the golden-brown rosettes there. "Brody," he gasped, the name punched out of him as Brody's cock dragged over that spot inside him again, relentless.

Brody's answering snarl was feral, his hips bucking upward to meet Cody's downward thrusts with bruising force. The bedframe groaned in protest beneath them, the sound nearly drowned out by the wet slap of skin against fur. His claws raked down Cody's back, blunt but insistent, marking him in ways that wouldn't last past a shower but felt possessive all the same. "Yeah?" he gritted out, voice rough with exertion. His tail lashed wildly against the sheets before curling tight around Cody's thigh. "Say it again."

Cody barely had time to breathe before Brody flipped them suddenly, pinning him to the mattress with his entire weight. The air left Cody's lungs in a startled rush as Brody's cock drove deeper, the stretch bordering on too much now. His claws scrabbled at Brody's shoulders, his tail thrashing beneath them as Brody's thrusts turned punishing, each snap of his hips hitting that spot inside Cody with terrifying precision. The condom stretched obscenely between them, ballooning slightly with each inward thrust, the latex clinging to Brody's cock.

Brody's breath was hot against Cody's muzzle, his usual smirk replaced by something feral as he pinned Cody's wrists above his head with one hand. His claws pricked lightly at the delicate skin there, a silent warning as his other hand slid between them, wrapping around Cody's neglected cock with rough efficiency. The contact was electric, Cody's hips jerking upward into Brody's fist as pleasure ripped through him, white-hot and relentless.

The bedframe creaked dangerously beneath them, the rhythm of Brody's thrusts turning erratic, each snap of his hips driving deeper until Cody could feel him everywhere, the stretch bordering on too much yet somehow not enough. His tail thrashed wildly against the sheets, his claws flexing helplessly in Brody's grip as Brody's thumb swiped over the head of his cock, smearing pre across the flushed tip with deliberate roughness.

"Say it," Brody growled again, his voice wrecked, his muzzle pressed hot against Cody's jaw. His hips stuttered mid-thrust, his cock pulsing inside Cody as if to emphasize the demand. The condom stretched tighter between them, the excess lube and Brody's earlier release leaking past the ring of muscle where they were joined, dribbling down Cody's inner thighs in warm, sticky trails.

Cody's claws flexed helplessly against Brody's grip, his breath hitching when Brody twisted his wrist on the upstroke, his thumb pressing hard against the slit of Cody's cock. The pleasure crested sharp enough to make his vision white out at the edges, his tail lashing wildly beneath them. "Brody," he gasped, the name punched out of him as his hips jerked erratically, torn between pushing into Brody's fist and grinding back onto his cock.

Brody's answering growl vibrated against Cody's lips before he crushed their mouths together in a messy, possessive kiss, his tongue sliding past Cody's teeth with bruising force. His hips snapped forward harder, deeper, the bedframe groaning beneath them as the rhythm turned punishing, each thrust hitting that spot inside Cody with terrifying precision. The kiss broke only when Cody arched violently beneath him, a ragged cry tearing from his throat as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock pulsing thick ropes of come between their sweat-slicked stomachs.

The sudden clench of Cody's body around him sent Brody over the edge moments later, his hips stuttering erratically as he buried himself to the hilt with a feral snarl. The condom stretched obscenely between them, ballooning with each thick pulse of his release as he came harder than the first time, his entire body shuddering with the force of it. Cody could feel the heat even through the latex, Brody's cock twitching inside him with every spurt, milking his own orgasm until his vision whited out at the edges.

They collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat-damp fur, Brody's weight pinning Cody to the ruined sheets as they both gasped for air. The room reeked of sex and synthetic strawberry, the humid air clinging to their overheated skin. Brody's softening cock slipped out with a wet sound as he rolled onto his back, one arm flung over his face while the other remained draped possessively across Cody's waist.

Cody's tail twitched weakly where it lay trapped beneath them, the silky fur matted with sweat and come. He made no move to dislodge Brody's arm, his own limbs feeling leaden with exhaustion. The LED strips flickered overhead, casting shifting patterns across Brody's rosette-marked chest, which rose and fell with ragged breaths.

Brody snorted suddenly, his muzzle wrinkling as he peeled the spent condom off with a grimace. "Fuckin' hate these things," he muttered, tying it off with practiced ease before lobbing it toward the trash can again. This time it landed squarely inside, bouncing off an empty energy drink can with a hollow clatter.

Cody watched through half-lidded eyes, his tail twitching weakly against the mattress. "Should've just rawdogged me," he drawled, voice hoarse. The words hung between them for a beat before his ears flicked back. "Y'know. Like your dad."

Brody's head whipped toward him so fast his neck cracked. For a terrifying second, Cody saw genuine murder in those slit pupils, until Brody barked a laugh so sharp it startled them both. "Fuck's wrong with you?" he wheezed, punching Cody's shoulder hard enough to sting. The tension snapped like a rubber band, leaving them both grinning like idiots at the ceiling.

Their cocks lay flaccid against their thighs, sticky with drying semen. Brody prodded his own with a claw, making it flop pathetically. "Lookin' real threatening there, champ," he snorted, flicking the soft length until it twitched weakly. Cody's answering laugh turned into a groan when Brody pinched his nipple through sweat-matted fur.

The overhead LED strips buzzed faintly, casting uneven stripes across Brody's sprawled form. A bead of sweat rolled down the dip of his collarbone, catching the light before disappearing into the golden rosettes patterning his chest. Cody's tail flicked lazily, brushing Brody's ankle. "Your AC's still shit," he muttered, kicking at a crumpled energy drink can near the bedframe.

Brody snorted, rolling onto his side with the grace of a corpse. His tail lashed once before curling around Cody's calf, the damp fur sticking uncomfortably. "AC guy's coming tomorrow," he grumbled, swiping a forearm across his sweaty muzzle. "Until then? Suffer." His claws scraped absently along Cody's inner thigh, leaving pink trails in the caramel fur that faded almost instantly.

Cody's stomach growled first, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in the humid silence. His ears twitched back in embarrassment before Brody's gut answered with an even louder protest, the noise vibrating through Cody's side where their bodies pressed together.

"Fuck," Brody muttered, rubbing his stomach with a grimace. His claws left faint pink trails in the damp fur there. "Should've eaten before we..." He waved vaguely at the wrecked sheets, the discarded condom wrapper glinting near the bed leg.

Cody's tail flicked against Brody's ankle, the damp fur sticking uncomfortably. "Diner's still open," he offered, though his ears flattened when his own stomach growled again, louder this time. The LED strips flickered overhead, catching the sheen of sweat still drying on his muzzle.

Brody snorted, rolling onto his back with a groan. "Yeah, and what? You got cash?" His claws flexed against his stomach, tracing idle circles over the rosettes there. "Allowance ain't till next Friday." The words dripped with familiar irritation, the same tone he'd used when complaining about his dad cutting him off after the last Xbox incident.

Cody's ears twitched forward despite himself, his tail curling lazily against Brody's ankle. He chewed his lower lip, claws tapping against the damp sheets. "Y'know... Mr. Carson always gives us free milkshakes when we suck him off behind the counter. Maybe he will give us some burgers and fries if we let him fuck us." The words hung in the humid air, thick with implication.

Brody's tail flicked once, sharply, against the mattress. His claws traced idle circles over Cody's hipbone, blunt enough not to break skin but insistent. "That old wolf still runs tabs on us," he muttered, though his smirk betrayed his interest. "Last time we went over there, he made us scrub the deep fryer after."

Cody rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand while the other picked at a loose thread on Brody's sheets. His tail curled lazily around Brody's wrist, the damp fur sticking uncomfortably. "Yeah, and? Free onion rings." His ears twitched forward when Brody's stomach growled again, louder this time. "C'mon. Your dad's not gonna notice we're gone."

Brody's claws flexed against Cody's hipbone, blunt but insistent. His smirk widened when Cody's breath hitched, the sensitive spot still tender from earlier. "You really wanna get railed by that old wolf again?" His thumb dug in just enough to make Cody squirm. "Last time he made you bark like a damn puppy."

Cody scoffed, swatting Brody's hand away with lazy irritation. His tail flicked against the mattress, sticky with drying sweat. "At least his AC works," he muttered, rolling onto his back to stare pointedly at Brody's busted window unit, its vents clogged with dust and cobwebs. "Rather get fucked in a walk-in freezer than melt to death in your sauna of a bedroom."

Brody's claws paused mid-trail along Cody's ribs, his smirk fading as he glanced toward the ceiling. Cody could practically see the gears turning, free food, AC, and an excuse to avoid his dad's inevitable lecture about the electricity bill. His tail gave an involuntary twitch against Brody's calf, betraying his own interest despite the sarcasm still dripping from his tone.

"Hotter than hell in here," Cody pressed, rolling onto his side to jab a claw at the pathetic wheeze of Brody's window unit. A trickle of sweat rolled down his spine, soaking into already-damp sheets. "But sure, let's stay. Maybe if we bake long enough, your dad will mistake us for jerky and toss us out with the trash."

Brody's muzzle wrinkled as he flicked a wad of dried cum off his thigh. His tail lashed once, a sharp, irritated snap, before curling around Cody's ankle with grudging familiarity. "Fine," he muttered, though the twitch of his ears betrayed him. "But Carson better give us the goddamn curly fries and big milkshakes this time. I also want the triple bacon cheeseburger if he is fucking me."

Cody's grin was all teeth, his tail flicking against Brody's calf in victory. He rolled onto his stomach, propping his chin on his paws as his hind legs kicked lazily in the air. The movement sent a fresh waft of their mingled musk through the humid room, thick enough to taste. "He'll give us whatever we want," he said, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Remember last time? Dude cried when you let him fuck you for a few hours."

Brody's answering snarl was half-hearted at best, his ears twitching back even as his tail curled tighter around Cody's ankle. "Shut the fuck up," he muttered, though his claws flexed against the sheets with more amusement than irritation. His stomach growled again, loud enough to make Cody's ears perk forward. The boys smiled as they had the perfect plan to get food and have more sex. What could go wrong?