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Three weeks without his boyfriend had left Dylan with urges that needed to be satisfied; usually, whenever he needed release, Lucas was there; mouth-open, water drop tail waggling behind him, and ready to suck any spunk that the rabbit had out of him. The deer had left the rabbit boy with specific instructions not to jerk off until he came home from his trip with his biker gang across the country.
The first week was easy, Dylan wasn’t that much of a gooner – but the second and third weeks were hell. Just the slightest hint of anything sexual that caught his eye was enough to get his hog from flaccid to erect in under 15 seconds. He avoided Twitter to the best of his ability and for the most part it worked in keeping his urges under control. But towards the very end of his three-week sabbatical from jorking it, the sight of things that weren’t even remotely sex related would trigger a response from his big bad bunny rod. He almost lost the war to a Nutella and banana milkshake that he made that was so good that it got him hard. He hadn’t gone this long without relief since before he hit puberty and man, his balls ached for release. His nuts grew almost double in size and were so firm and full that when he held them, he could feel them churning with cum.
On the final night before Lucas, his deer boyfriend, was to return, he almost gave into his urges and ruined everything. Lucky for him, he was able to distract himself with a session of Phasmophobia with his friends in VR – spooked the boner right out of him.
VR was a lot more taxing than your other run-of-the-mill games, so after a few hours of hunting ghosts with zero boner in sight, he fell asleep, VR headset still on his forehead and controllers strapped to his wrists. Wearing just his boxers, blanket and bedsheets still neatly folded and tucked underneath him – he passed out almost immediately after he pulled his headset off of his eyes and told himself he was just going to have a quick lie down.
It was, in fact, not a quick lie down; the next time Dylan opened up his eyes, the sun’s rays were peeking in through the small gaps in the blinds, and he saw a soft baby blue blur right in front of his face. Without his glasses, he could still see, but everything was ever-so-slightly out of focus. His vision was extra blurry in the first few seconds after waking up, which made him a little slow to realize what that blue blur was.
His boyfriend.
Lucas didn’t mention to Dylan what time he would be back from his trip, if Dylan had known it would have been in the morning, he might have woken up a little earlier to wait for him like a good boyfriend. This was a nice way to wake up, though.
As his vision slowly returned to its standard level of blurriness, he spotted his boyfriend’s black nose that blended into his upper lip and his pretty septum piercing. The deer was sitting to Dylan’s right, on the empty side of his king-sized bed. He was fully clothed; v-neck t-shirt, black leather jacket, and slightly scuffed up jeans that Dylan never understood the purpose of. Why would someone pay MORE for clothes that looked worn-in? Something something about how it fit the grunge goth-punk aesthetic better – Dylan wasn’t so sure, but he liked the way it looked on Lucas. Plus, anything that made Lucas happy, he was happy with. He loved seeing his deer boyfriend’s beaming smile whenever he dressed in what made him feel comfortable in his own skin. It also didn’t hurt that Lucas looked good in whatever he chose to wear, too.
“Mornin’, ya dafty.” The baby-blue deer boy said with a smile and placed a hand on the rabbit’s leg. Dylan was severely underdressed in comparison to his boyfriend, having only a pair of light grey boxers on. It was bulgy in the middle, owing to the bunny’s large carrot. Lucas made sure to place his hand as close as possible to the bunny’s crotch without actually touching it. His fingers were close enough for the proximity sensing capabilities of Dylan’s dick to pick up on it, which accelerated its morning routine of getting hard.
“Good morning…” Dylan said with a soft, pre-yawn voice. His mouth slowly went from a small “o” face to full open-mouth yawn. He stretched his arms over his head as he yawned and reached his right hand out to place it on Lucas’s hand that was pressed onto the mattress. “Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna get here in the morning?” Dylan smiled at his blue and slightly blurry boyfriend before he yawned again and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He rubbed away the crust that formed in the corners of his eyes before he dropped his hand down to rest it on his stomach and just stared at his boyfriend with a happy, goofy, and sleepy smile. The rabbit was genuinely happy to see him, three weeks without his antlered boyfriend was far too long.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders and gave the Holland Lop’s upper thigh a firm and endearing squeeze. "Now where’d the fun in that be? I’d miss seein’ ye wake up. And ye’re pure adorable when ye first come to." The deer gave his boyfriend’s thigh another squeeze and slowly moved his hand further up his thigh. He stopped just as his thumb and index fingers encroached onto the leg opening of his boxers.
Dylan’s eyes were quick to take notice of the deer’s subtlety with his hand and stared at it as it crept further up his leg, once it came to a stop, he redirected his gaze back to the deer, who was smiling a little more cheekily than he was just a few seconds prior. He squeezed Dylan’s thigh again and let his eyes wander down to the grey boxers that his boyfriend was wearing, his nose did a little wiggle that shook his nose ring a little and he watched as the bulge in the middle of the bunny boy’s boxers gently twitch and grow.
"Plus, I’d’ve missed seein’ ye get yer mornin’ wood—an’ ye ken fine well how much I love that." Lucas snickered, pulled his hand away from his boyfriend’s thigh, and shimmied his way out of his leather jacket. He then got up from the bed to drape his jacket over the back of Dylan’s desk chair that was on the other side of the spacious bedroom. The rabbit’s bedroom in his apartment was the size of most entire studio apartments in the city; the perks of being from old money – not the regular old money, either, the type where your last name was synonymous with an entire industry, one so filthy rich that even if they lost 99% of their wealth, they would still be in the highest of the highest of crops of the one percent. Dylan wasn’t exactly proud of how rich his family (and therefore he) was, but when the last name you are born into comes with a trust fund, a six figure allowance to spend on “fun stuff”, and a handful of real estate properties in different cities all across the globe just in case anyone in the family needed a place to stay during a last-second trip where all the local six star hotels were fully booked, it was equally a crime not to take advantage of it.
Dylan’s penthouse apartment was one of just five in the building that he lived in, and his was the largest, on the highest floor. The apartment, initially purchased as an asset of his family’s business, was transferred to his name and registered as his primary residence to reduce the property tax rate that they would have to pay. The rabbit was reluctant, at first, but after he had moved into it for about a year, he had made the place his own space and fell in love with the convenience of his own private helipad, infinity pool that overlooked the city, and the endless amount of space he had for his hobbies. It did get lonely after a while, though, living in such a big space all by himself. He was never pushy about Lucas moving in with him, which was why Lucas hadn’t officially moved in yet, but whenever Lucas was there with him, the apartment finally felt like a home.
The bunny watched as his boyfriend took his leather jacket off and walked over to the other side of the room to drape it over the back of his computer chair. He perched himself up on his elbows, leaned his shoulders against his bed’s headboard, and watched his boyfriend as he stood by his computer chair. He tilted his head to the side slightly and was just about to ask him what he was doing over there when he saw Lucas’s hands move to the hem of his black form-fitting t-shirt. His fingers curled around the bottom of his shirt and he lifted his arms over his head to pull his shirt off. He tried his best to do it in one smooth motion, but it was almost impossible for a deer fella like him – antlers always getting in the way. Luckily for Lucas, his antlers were of the clip-on clip-off variety, and he was able to take them off and set them aside to allow for easy and sexy removal of his shirt in a way that was sexy to the buck-toothed carrot crunching boy who watched from the bed, morning wood brewing like a pot of coffee. Dylan’s eyes followed the black cotton blend as it peeled from the deer’s back and stayed on the deer’s pretty fur as he draped the shirt over the back of the chair, too. He waited patiently for the deer to turn around and show him one of his favorite things about his body; his mastectomy scars.
Lucas was a transman; assigned female at birth and transitioned to male, which meant he came with a few quirks and features that most guys did not; his mastectomy scars being one of them. Dylan had no idea that Lucas was trans when he met him; all he saw was a cute guy that he wanted to approach but was a wee little bit too scared to, even if he was taller, bulkier, and (probably) stronger than him. Confidence was not measured in feet and inches, so it unfortunately did not translate. It didn’t help that Lucas was surrounded by his biker gang who were all dressed similarly in intimidating goth-punk attire – full of studded accessories that looked like they could be used as improvised weapons. He didn’t want to think about what the big burly guys and gals that surrounded the blue deer would do to him if he made a move that ended up being the wrong one. Dylan had a gaydar, but it was a faulty hit or miss mess – more misses than hits. He was a shy and introverted nerd with a big dick that barely anyone knew about. Which was a real shame.
Lucky for him, Lucas saw his many glances and approached the lone bun sitting at the bar with a book of all things.
Who brings a book to a bar?
Those were the words Lucas used as a pickup line, almost verbatim, but with a thick Scottish accent that made Dylan fall for him even more.
"Who in their right mind brings a book tae a bar?"
When Lucas finally turned around to face Dylan, topless, with his slim and fit torso on display, the bunny’s smile widened before the VR headset that was still on his head slid down from his forehead and covered his eyes. He let out a slightly panicked yelp before he sighed disappointingly.
Lucas couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his boyfriend when his VR headset slid over his eyes, he was going to strip down to his boxers so that he and his boyfriend were on equal footing attire-wise but stopped and walked over to the robo-rabbit and helped get his dystopian gaming gear off of him. He grabbed the headset with both hands and gently lifted it up off from his head. He pulled it up high to get the rabbit’s long and floppy ears through the headset’s strap. Dylan flicked his ears up and made them stiff to make it easier for Lucas to take the headset off of him. Once the headset’s strap was off and away from his long grey ears, Lucas set it on the floor next to the controllers that he presumed fell from his boyfriend’s grubby gamer hands as he drifted off to sleep. After he stood back up from bending over to gently rest his boyfriend’s expensive gear on the floor, he narrowed his eyes and began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
‘Zzzzzzzziiiiip.’
The deer dropped his pants down to his ankles, and unlike the rest of his clothes, he simply kicked those to the side and climbed onto the bed to join Dylan in a two boy boxers bed party. Lucas’s boxers were a silky black, with no real distinction between the waistband and the boxers themself, the pouch in the front of his boxers were a little bit baggy as opposed to the mega bulge that Dylan sported by the time the deer laid down on his side next to him.
Lucas raised his arm to lie down with his arm down on the pillow and his head in his hand. With a smirk on his lips, he brought his free hand back to his boyfriend’s thigh again, this time, his entire hand was on the leg part of boxers on his right leg. His fingers barely grazed against the base of the bulge that was begging to be set free from its prison, which only made it throb and twitch more. The pair of boxers that Dylan had on him were a little worn in, which allowed his bulge to fit a little more comfortably inside its pouch; that didn’t mean that he didn’t eventually push the fabric of his under garment to its limit, though.
With his deer boyfriend now with him on the bed, Dylan turned his head to the side to look at him and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
Lucas hated it when Dylan just stopped and stared at him, the bunny’s eyes were so big, so blue, and so full of wonder that it felt like he was scooping directly into his soul with them. Don’t get him wrong, Dylan’s eyes were pretty, too, but they had the tendency to be too pretty for his own good. Lucas didn’t get red often, but when Dylan looked at him the way he always did, his face betrayed him and flushed a soft red almost every time.
“What?” Lucas raised a brow at his boyfriend and did his best to try and mask the redness that he could feel warming up his cheeks. “Do I got something on me face?” He briefly removed the hand that he had on the rabbit’s thigh to wipe the back of it across his face just in case there was something there.
Dylan, ever the charmer, took the opportunity to be a little bit of a rizzler. “You have something on your lips.” When Lucas pulled his hand from his face to check and see if he was able to wipe anything off from his face, Dylan lunged his face forward and planted his lips on the deer’s. He initially wanted to go in for a quick peck, but it had been three weeks since he last kissed his boyfriend, so it quickly shifted into a kiss of the French variety. They exchanged tongues and saliva and Dylan rolled over to get on top of Lucas.
Lucas broke the kiss briefly to let out a chuckle. “Ooooooh? Miss me THAT much, ey?”
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Three weeks without his boyfriend had left Dylan with urges that needed to be satisfied; usually, whenever he needed release, Lucas was there; mouth-open, water drop tail waggling behind him, and ready to suck any spunk that the rabbit had out of him. The deer had left the rabbit boy with specific instructions not to jerk off until he came home from his trip with his biker gang across the country.
The first week was easy, Dylan wasn’t that much of a gooner – but the second and third weeks were hell. Just the slightest hint of anything sexual that caught his eye was enough to get his hog from flaccid to erect in under 15 seconds. He avoided Twitter to the best of his ability and for the most part it worked in keeping his urges under control. But towards the very end of his three-week sabbatical from jorking it, the sight of things that weren’t even remotely sex related would trigger a response from his big bad bunny rod. He almost lost the war to a Nutella and banana milkshake that he made that was so good that it got him hard. He hadn’t gone this long without relief since before he hit puberty and man, his balls ached for release. His nuts grew almost double in size and were so firm and full that when he held them, he could feel them churning with cum.
On the final night before Lucas, his deer boyfriend, was to return, he almost gave into his urges and ruined everything. Lucky for him, he was able to distract himself with a session of Phasmophobia with his friends in VR – spooked the boner right out of him.
VR was a lot more taxing than your other run-of-the-mill games, so after a few hours of hunting ghosts with zero boner in sight, he fell asleep, VR headset still on his forehead and controllers strapped to his wrists. Wearing just his boxers, blanket and bedsheets still neatly folded and tucked underneath him – he passed out almost immediately after he pulled his headset off of his eyes and told himself he was just going to have a quick lie down.
It was, in fact, not a quick lie down; the next time Dylan opened up his eyes, the sun’s rays were peeking in through the small gaps in the blinds, and he saw a soft baby blue blur right in front of his face. Without his glasses, he could still see, but everything was ever-so-slightly out of focus. His vision was extra blurry in the first few seconds after waking up, which made him a little slow to realize what that blue blur was.
His boyfriend.
Lucas didn’t mention to Dylan what time he would be back from his trip, if Dylan had known it would have been in the morning, he might have woken up a little earlier to wait for him like a good boyfriend. This was a nice way to wake up, though.
As his vision slowly returned to its standard level of blurriness, he spotted his boyfriend’s black nose that blended into his upper lip and his pretty septum piercing. The deer was sitting to Dylan’s right, on the empty side of his king-sized bed. He was fully clothed; v-neck t-shirt, black leather jacket, and slightly scuffed up jeans that Dylan never understood the purpose of. Why would someone pay MORE for clothes that looked worn-in? Something something about how it fit the grunge goth-punk aesthetic better – Dylan wasn’t so sure, but he liked the way it looked on Lucas. Plus, anything that made Lucas happy, he was happy with. He loved seeing his deer boyfriend’s beaming smile whenever he dressed in what made him feel comfortable in his own skin. It also didn’t hurt that Lucas looked good in whatever he chose to wear, too.
“Mornin’, ya dafty.” The baby-blue deer boy said with a smile and placed a hand on the rabbit’s leg. Dylan was severely underdressed in comparison to his boyfriend, having only a pair of light grey boxers on. It was bulgy in the middle, owing to the bunny’s large carrot. Lucas made sure to place his hand as close as possible to the bunny’s crotch without actually touching it. His fingers were close enough for the proximity sensing capabilities of Dylan’s dick to pick up on it, which accelerated its morning routine of getting hard.
“Good morning…” Dylan said with a soft, pre-yawn voice. His mouth slowly went from a small “o” face to full open-mouth yawn. He stretched his arms over his head as he yawned and reached his right hand out to place it on Lucas’s hand that was pressed onto the mattress. “Why didn’t you tell me you were gonna get here in the morning?” Dylan smiled at his blue and slightly blurry boyfriend before he yawned again and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He rubbed away the crust that formed in the corners of his eyes before he dropped his hand down to rest it on his stomach and just stared at his boyfriend with a happy, goofy, and sleepy smile. The rabbit was genuinely happy to see him, three weeks without his antlered boyfriend was far too long.
Lucas shrugged his shoulders and gave the Holland Lop’s upper thigh a firm and endearing squeeze. "Now where’d the fun in that be? I’d miss seein’ ye wake up. And ye’re pure adorable when ye first come to." The deer gave his boyfriend’s thigh another squeeze and slowly moved his hand further up his thigh. He stopped just as his thumb and index fingers encroached onto the leg opening of his boxers.
Dylan’s eyes were quick to take notice of the deer’s subtlety with his hand and stared at it as it crept further up his leg, once it came to a stop, he redirected his gaze back to the deer, who was smiling a little more cheekily than he was just a few seconds prior. He squeezed Dylan’s thigh again and let his eyes wander down to the grey boxers that his boyfriend was wearing, his nose did a little wiggle that shook his nose ring a little and he watched as the bulge in the middle of the bunny boy’s boxers gently twitch and grow.
"Plus, I’d’ve missed seein’ ye get yer mornin’ wood—an’ ye ken fine well how much I love that." Lucas snickered, pulled his hand away from his boyfriend’s thigh, and shimmied his way out of his leather jacket. He then got up from the bed to drape his jacket over the back of Dylan’s desk chair that was on the other side of the spacious bedroom. The rabbit’s bedroom in his apartment was the size of most entire studio apartments in the city; the perks of being from old money – not the regular old money, either, the type where your last name was synonymous with an entire industry, one so filthy rich that even if they lost 99% of their wealth, they would still be in the highest of the highest of crops of the one percent. Dylan wasn’t exactly proud of how rich his family (and therefore he) was, but when the last name you are born into comes with a trust fund, a six figure allowance to spend on “fun stuff”, and a handful of real estate properties in different cities all across the globe just in case anyone in the family needed a place to stay during a last-second trip where all the local six star hotels were fully booked, it was equally a crime not to take advantage of it.
Dylan’s penthouse apartment was one of just five in the building that he lived in, and his was the largest, on the highest floor. The apartment, initially purchased as an asset of his family’s business, was transferred to his name and registered as his primary residence to reduce the property tax rate that they would have to pay. The rabbit was reluctant, at first, but after he had moved into it for about a year, he had made the place his own space and fell in love with the convenience of his own private helipad, infinity pool that overlooked the city, and the endless amount of space he had for his hobbies. It did get lonely after a while, though, living in such a big space all by himself. He was never pushy about Lucas moving in with him, which was why Lucas hadn’t officially moved in yet, but whenever Lucas was there with him, the apartment finally felt like a home.
The bunny watched as his boyfriend took his leather jacket off and walked over to the other side of the room to drape it over the back of his computer chair. He perched himself up on his elbows, leaned his shoulders against his bed’s headboard, and watched his boyfriend as he stood by his computer chair. He tilted his head to the side slightly and was just about to ask him what he was doing over there when he saw Lucas’s hands move to the hem of his black form-fitting t-shirt. His fingers curled around the bottom of his shirt and he lifted his arms over his head to pull his shirt off. He tried his best to do it in one smooth motion, but it was almost impossible for a deer fella like him – antlers always getting in the way. Luckily for Lucas, his antlers were of the clip-on clip-off variety, and he was able to take them off and set them aside to allow for easy and sexy removal of his shirt in a way that was sexy to the buck-toothed carrot crunching boy who watched from the bed, morning wood brewing like a pot of coffee. Dylan’s eyes followed the black cotton blend as it peeled from the deer’s back and stayed on the deer’s pretty fur as he draped the shirt over the back of the chair, too. He waited patiently for the deer to turn around and show him one of his favorite things about his body; his mastectomy scars.
Lucas was a transman; assigned female at birth and transitioned to male, which meant he came with a few quirks and features that most guys did not; his mastectomy scars being one of them. Dylan had no idea that Lucas was trans when he met him; all he saw was a cute guy that he wanted to approach but was a wee little bit too scared to, even if he was taller, bulkier, and (probably) stronger than him. Confidence was not measured in feet and inches, so it unfortunately did not translate. It didn’t help that Lucas was surrounded by his biker gang who were all dressed similarly in intimidating goth-punk attire – full of studded accessories that looked like they could be used as improvised weapons. He didn’t want to think about what the big burly guys and gals that surrounded the blue deer would do to him if he made a move that ended up being the wrong one. Dylan had a gaydar, but it was a faulty hit or miss mess – more misses than hits. He was a shy and introverted nerd with a big dick that barely anyone knew about. Which was a real shame.
Lucky for him, Lucas saw his many glances and approached the lone bun sitting at the bar with a book of all things.
Who brings a book to a bar?
Those were the words Lucas used as a pickup line, almost verbatim, but with a thick Scottish accent that made Dylan fall for him even more.
"Who in their right mind brings a book tae a bar?"
When Lucas finally turned around to face Dylan, topless, with his slim and fit torso on display, the bunny’s smile widened before the VR headset that was still on his head slid down from his forehead and covered his eyes. He let out a slightly panicked yelp before he sighed disappointingly.
Lucas couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his boyfriend when his VR headset slid over his eyes, he was going to strip down to his boxers so that he and his boyfriend were on equal footing attire-wise but stopped and walked over to the robo-rabbit and helped get his dystopian gaming gear off of him. He grabbed the headset with both hands and gently lifted it up off from his head. He pulled it up high to get the rabbit’s long and floppy ears through the headset’s strap. Dylan flicked his ears up and made them stiff to make it easier for Lucas to take the headset off of him. Once the headset’s strap was off and away from his long grey ears, Lucas set it on the floor next to the controllers that he presumed fell from his boyfriend’s grubby gamer hands as he drifted off to sleep. After he stood back up from bending over to gently rest his boyfriend’s expensive gear on the floor, he narrowed his eyes and began unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
‘Zzzzzzzziiiiip.’
The deer dropped his pants down to his ankles, and unlike the rest of his clothes, he simply kicked those to the side and climbed onto the bed to join Dylan in a two boy boxers bed party. Lucas’s boxers were a silky black, with no real distinction between the waistband and the boxers themself, the pouch in the front of his boxers were a little bit baggy as opposed to the mega bulge that Dylan sported by the time the deer laid down on his side next to him.
Lucas raised his arm to lie down with his arm down on the pillow and his head in his hand. With a smirk on his lips, he brought his free hand back to his boyfriend’s thigh again, this time, his entire hand was on the leg part of boxers on his right leg. His fingers barely grazed against the base of the bulge that was begging to be set free from its prison, which only made it throb and twitch more. The pair of boxers that Dylan had on him were a little worn in, which allowed his bulge to fit a little more comfortably inside its pouch; that didn’t mean that he didn’t eventually push the fabric of his under garment to its limit, though.
With his deer boyfriend now with him on the bed, Dylan turned his head to the side to look at him and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.
Lucas hated it when Dylan just stopped and stared at him, the bunny’s eyes were so big, so blue, and so full of wonder that it felt like he was scooping directly into his soul with them. Don’t get him wrong, Dylan’s eyes were pretty, too, but they had the tendency to be too pretty for his own good. Lucas didn’t get red often, but when Dylan looked at him the way he always did, his face betrayed him and flushed a soft red almost every time.
“What?” Lucas raised a brow at his boyfriend and did his best to try and mask the redness that he could feel warming up his cheeks. “Do I got something on me face?” He briefly removed the hand that he had on the rabbit’s thigh to wipe the back of it across his face just in case there was something there.
Dylan, ever the charmer, took the opportunity to be a little bit of a rizzler. “You have something on your lips.” When Lucas pulled his hand from his face to check and see if he was able to wipe anything off from his face, Dylan lunged his face forward and planted his lips on the deer’s. He initially wanted to go in for a quick peck, but it had been three weeks since he last kissed his boyfriend, so it quickly shifted into a kiss of the French variety. They exchanged tongues and saliva and Dylan rolled over to get on top of Lucas.
Lucas broke the kiss briefly to let out a chuckle. “Ooooooh? Miss me THAT much, ey?”
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