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The room rumbled with the deep breathing and snoring from the two giants inside. A long white sheet draped over them as they slept in their king-sized bed was barely able to keep their bodies decently covered. And even then, the outline of the deathclaw's length was clear as day.

Almost as if hearing those very words, one of his snow white hands traced it while still asleep, his body visibly shivering awake. Shining blue eyes slowly opened, tired, and his snout full of sharp fangs and tusks followed with a loud yawn. As his body stretched, his tongue came out and lazily flicked at his own septum a couple times before going back into his mouth. And the hand that had stirred his manhood awake under the fabric wandered upward, crossing his powerful muscles. Like every morning, he admired his own physique, growing excited from the sensation of his own abs and the gigantic pair of pecs, each with a perky, fat, pierced nipple. It could go on for hours; his restless hands squeezing and rubbing the bright blue underbelly until his chest was red from the attention. His own grunts were certainly inspiring enough.

But alas, he stopped. With a good stretch, Jakob sat up on the bed, almost wobbling from the weight of his own muscles. Even at his age, those giant tits could still get the best of him. The thought got a laugh out of him, at least, as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes. His hand went for his ebony horns then, absentmindedly rubbing them as he looked around the room.

The sunlight was weak, still an almost ethereal blue hue, much like his own, covering the walls. It was early in the morning, and his eyes quickly scanned through the familiar sight of their bedroom. From the small table next to their bed to the open door leading to the rest of their home, he went all the way to the other side of the bed, where an equally large body lied asleep, just like him mere moments ago. Just the sight of that man was enough to bring a smile to the deathclaw's lips.

Tall and muscular, just like him, the hybrid was truly a blessing to his still tired eyes. More gator than anything, Darius was covered from head to toe in blight golden scales, all the way to his long, thick tail. But his lion blood shone through in the luscious black and white mane falling on his shoulders and the beard and chops covering his soft factions, modeled into a long braid that fell on top of his chest. That chest, now that Jakob's attention was on it, rose with every breath, ruffling every hair on the thin trail that led from the depths of his cleft and all the way down to...

Ah, but it was too early for that! And yet a single look at it, a single thought, was all it took for his manhood to stir under the sheet. He bit his lower lip and blamed his lover, just in time as he started stirring in his sleep as well. Deep purple eyes opened, still barely awake, but aware enough for Jakob to lean in.

"Good morning, dear," he let out with a deep voice, catching no understanding in the gator's vision. Still asleep, it seemed, but a problem that he could easily fix. All he did was lean further down, lips pressing against one another, tongue already pushing. Darius shook at first, but soon his eyes were shut down again, his lips parting and his body pushing up into the kiss. Tongues wrestled, not for victory but for the dance itself, the joy they brought one another in their embrace.

And the same hand that had been casually exploring Jakob's body was now on top of his lover's prominent chest, poking at one of his jet black nipples. The deathclaw had a better idea, and guided it towards the treasure trail, slowly following it down until his hand crossed the brim of the sheets. His trademark claws reached, and slowly scratched around the edges of a hot, wet cunt, already dripping with need. It would soon leave a stain in the fabric if it kept gushing out like that, or so Jakob thought with a smirk as his finger pushed inside.

Darius moaned in their kiss right away, his back arching upwards as his clit was toyed and his hole fiercely pierced. He had to break the kiss apart just to catch his breath, shoulders trembling and sweat rolling down his brow. Jakob did nothing but lie there, admiring how he could make his partner's face twist with pleasure with only one hand. A fast hand, yes, but still only the one.

But he wanted more and dove between the sheets to get it. His hand never stopped, not for one second, until he was face to face with the glistening lips. The smell was unbearable, and he was soon driven mad. His finger came out, only to be immediately traded by the long, slippery tongue as it forced its way inside the reptile's pussy, and his grunts started anew. The sweet flavor, the honeydew nectar that burst out as he ravaged his lover's insides, caught up by the skilled appendage and swallowed as much as possible. Even then, it dripped down the sides, covering his chin and making a mess of his lover's crotch.

He could hear Darius' moans above and could tell his toes were curling. His entire body showed how much he loved being taken like this, and it only encouraged the deathclaw. He pushed further in, tongue stretching as far as possible, feeling the inner walls contracting around it. His nose pressed on top of the gator's lips, breathing in and drowning in that strong, masculine essence, that intoxicating musk that pushed out of his lover. The sweet tinge at the end was the cherry on top. It was exhilarating, and it pushed him into animal hunger, the kind that he could only satiate with him, with his juices.

In a matter of seconds, Darius was already bursting for real. A fountain of juices that continued to flow out of his cunt without control, all of it taken in by the deathclaw. Unlike his earlier attempts, his hunger now was such that he wasted not a single drop, his tongue lapping all over. And the movement only made Darius scream louder as his body shivered and more of his fluids were pushed out. It was a vicious cycle, one that Jakob enjoyed until the last second, when his reptilian partner was left empty. And even then, he kept licking, desperately looking for yet another drop of him that could ease his neverending thirst.

Eventually, after realizing he had left the gator's tank empty, he stopped. Only once the animal instincts were driven back by reason again, did he realize how heavily they were both breathing. He stood up, watching beneath him the heaving image of his lover, arms over his head as he panted and sighed at the intensity of his orgasm. He was truly beautiful. And a smirk drew on his lips when he thought about how he had brought such a beautiful man to the limit. A proud, arrogant grin that said this sensual beast was his, and that he could make his knees tremble.

"Heh... That was fast," he said, more to himself than to the gator. All for the better, as Darius seemed too into his own afterglow to understand what he was saying. That, too, was a sight to behold. Before he knew it, Jakob was already down again, their lips locked in another kiss, where they shared the rich essence in their mouths with lust as their hands caressed each other's bodies.

"I'm... on heat..." Darius said between kisses, right before Jakob left his lips and lined them down his jaw, his neck, nibbling and licking him. The moans, loud and rumbling before, had turned into soft purring by the deathclaw's actions, ending in gentle nuzzling against his neck. A golden hand rested on the back of his head as he did, and the smirk turned into a big smile. Until his lover's words reached his ears. "Hey... Since you already ate, I don't have to make you breakfast, right?"

"What? No! Of course I want breakfast!" Jakob pouted. Even hearing the gator's laugh didn't help his mood, and his brow furrowed at his partner's games. "I just made you cum, I'll be damned if I don't deserve my breakfast!"

"Ok, ok, I get it, big guy," Darius' laughter died down, turning into short outbursts as he gave the deathclaw a quick kiss on the lips. Jakob fell back on his side of the bed, watching the hybrid get up, admiring the definition on his back, the sheer thickness of his tail and, once he stood up, the plump pair of cheeks and the tight pucker between them. "You get ready for work while I get you your food. You're right, you do deserve it," he said with a stretch before crossing the room.

And just like that, he disappeared behind the door. A couple minutes later, Jakob was already hearing him in the kitchen; the clattering of pots against pans, the fridge opening, the eggs cracking... But he licked his own lips and, with a single taste of the lingering juices in them, thought about how nothing he made would come anywhere close to that.

But that was enough horny thoughts for one morning. The blue hue he had woken up to was already fading, giving way to the day's bright light. The time for his erotic musings was up, and he got up just like his lover. Only to see his own raging erection, jutting out between his legs and hanging heavily along with his tight, full sac. He regarded the thing with familiarity. Of course, he was already used to his own member, but he was also aware of how monstrously huge and thick the thing was. Not like he had ever heard anyone complain about it.

That same giant length was quickly stuffed inside a pair of blue pants, locked behind a button and zipper. A tight fit, but it would hopefully go down through the day. He followed up with a matching shirt, but just like every day, the fabric strained slightly against the sheer bulk of his body. The sleeves threatened to tear, the buttons were about to pop out, and that was the few he could get done. Half the shirt had to be left open for his gigantic tits to fit in, leaving half of each nipple poking out. But he liked it; he had never ordered a bigger shirt because he always took it off at work, but also because he was fascinated with showing off how large his chest was. The more eyes he drew to it, the better. Especially if they were a certain gator's.

He left the room and, as soon as he did, a delicious aroma wafting through the air guided him towards the kitchen. The black tiles and wooden drawers greeted him, but his eyes went straight for the small table in the middle, where a plate of freshly made sausages waited for him. His mouth watered as he became aware of his hunger, but his eyes were drawn over to the naked butt and tail swishing nearby, and their golden owner in front of the fire, almost unaware of his surroundings. 'Almost' because there was no way he was swishing like that if it wasn't to catch his deathclaw's eye.

Jakob walked over to him, watching over his shoulder to see the scrambled eggs being made in the pan. It was a ruse, of course; an excuse to get close and reach forward, one finger rubbing his cunt and slipping inside. A couple rubs and Darius was already trembling, biting his lower lip to keep the moans muffled. Jakob went in all the way to his knuckle, realizing the lips were already dripping again; it always surprised him how fast Darius could refill when on heat. So, with a kiss on the cheek, he pulled out, sucking his finger clean as he sat down on the table.

The taste was still amazing. So much, it even made the sausages in front of him look only a bit less appetizing. They still looked thick and juicy, just like his own... He wondered if the heat had also inspired Darius to make such a suggestive meal, or if it was his own filthy mind filling in the gaps. He didn't have much time to keep thinking about it as the gator arrived and dumped a whole serving of eggs on his plate, completing his breakfast.

But just as he was about to leave, Jakob grabbed his wrist and pulled him over. An arm wrapped around the muscular waist and his face landed square on his crotch again. It took him a mere second to push his tongue in and start eating his partner again, with Darius' laugh, moans and halfhearted attempts at breaking free joining in.

"Stop...! God, that feels nice..." the gator moaned, gently shoving the deathclaw and chuckling when his efforts showed no result. Soon, he was rubbing his horns instead, returning the warm look he gave him. "You need to stop... You're really hungry today..."

"I can't help it," he said when he pulled out. "It's amazing. All of you is," and with a quick lick, he followed up, kissing the gator's abs and resting his snout on them. When Darius blushed and looked away, he held him even tighter, kissing the treasure trail again before the same happened with the wet lips. "God, I love you. Let's go out tonight. Let me take you on a date."

"That came out of nowhere," the hybrid said, still unable to look his partner in the eye with a blush that bright on his face. Of course, Jakob would have none of that, and he pulled him down onto his lap. One hand landed on the deathclaw's massive tits for balance, but even after he managed, it stayed there, one good squeeze after the other. Again, their lips pressed together, this time more passionately than before, their tongues twirling around one another for a single second before they broke apart.

"I don't know... if it's the smell or your heat or whatever. I just feel really good today. Come on, let me spoil you," his words were followed by a kiss down Darius' neck, going down until reaching his chest and biting his nipple, sucking it... The gator had to push him away, or he would've milked him right there. "Let's go watch a movie."

"Last time we watched a movie, someone got a bit too handsy."

"I don't remember you wanting me to stop," Jakob's words only got his partner hotter than ever, and he took the chance to suck on his nipples again. This time, he got a drop out of the man before being pushed away, relishing on the taste. "Actually, I remember you moaning for me to put in more fingers."

"Ok!" and with that Darius got up, hands on his hips, feigning anger. "Just for that bit of extra smug, you won't be getting any of this," he gestured at his entire body, sensually lining out his own curves, "for the rest of the morning. I'm changing, because I have to rush out, so take a good last look for a long while! And you better do one hell of a good job in that date if you don't want it to be the last for the day," and he left for the room, with a chuckle that the deathclaw joined him in. That and a not too subtle look at that beefy ass on his way out. Damn, he could eat that as well.

But for now, the plate would have to do. Sausages and eggs. Funny how it worked, and while Darius was in heat, of all times! Perhaps it was time... Of course, he had time to think about that through the day. For now, he could just focus on his breakfast, on the juicy beef in his mouth, turned into mush by the strength of his teeth. Delicious, yes, but nowhere near as good as that gator cunt.

---

Other than that, the day went on like any other. A quick ride to the workshop and a shirt off later, Jakob was already back on his routine, checking whatever old piece of junk was thrown his way. Same cars as usual, same check-ups, new problems. Yet, the same routine as every day: open the hood, fix shit up, close the hood, next. To put it in simple terms.

The day went on like that, and before he knew it, it was already noon. The deathclaw heard his phone's alarm, reminding him to eat, and his head came out of yet another such car. A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned on the wall behind him, stretching and wiping the sweat off his massive tits. Thank god he had his own garage to get this liberal with his body, or he would cook to death.

He looked around the small garage. Shelves lined with old and new pieces, half about to be put to good use, while the others awaited the trash. A couple tools scattered on the floor that he should pick up before leaving, if only he had the energy in this heat. It had always been weird, how much he could get into a repair, how time seemed to stop while lying against the cold ground and looking up at the undercarriage, only for it all to come crashing down once he had to stop. Especially the heat in this damn summer. He was tempted to take off his pants as well with how sweaty his balls were getting, but there was a limit to how much he could push it in public.

No, what he needed was the other way around. A towel to get the sweat off him and his shirt to get decent enough to grab a bite. Somewhere with an AC, hopefully. But as he left the hiding spot provided by the car he was working on, his attention was taken by something else. A lone, broad figure in the sun outside his door, staring at him.

"...Darius? Babe, what are you doing here?" he asked, leaning to leave a kiss on the gator's lips. He wasn't willing to get any closer, lest he risk staining his lover's white shirt with his sweat.

"Well, you know..." the gator looked down, once again blushing. He looked strangely coy. "I looked at the hour and thought, why not have a special lunch with my handsome boy? It's been a while since we went out of our way for-

"Mhmm, you just couldn't stand being around all the guys while in heat," and it was spot on, if the gator's sigh was any evidence. Jakob gave him a hearty laughter while drawing the image in his head. All the dancers in his partner's club, hanging and spinning around the poles, giving his clients lap dances, all of them wearing tight speedos with cocks so big they threatened to snap out at any second... Any other day and it was certain he would at least get drippy, but in the middle of a heat this strong? "Did you fuck any of them?"

"W-What!? How can you ask that!" Darius' sudden indignation was too much to take seriously. Jakob found it particularly hilarious how he acted as if accused, like the openness of their relationship was anything new.

"Come on, you can tell me," he egged his lover on. "Hell, I wanna know. If any of the guys helped plug up that dam, I should swing by and thank him properly. Bet you'd love to see that too."

"I...!" whatever modicum of decency he had been trying to keep was thrown out of the window, and he just sighed in resignation. "I had Desmond eat me out."

"Fuck yeah, you did! You got all that Haunter tongue buried deep into ya, huh?" with every word that came out of his mouth, Darius' blush grew slightly redder, but he otherwise nodded in agreement, joining in with his lover's snickering. "Damn, that sounds nice. It's been a while since I saw Desmond, I wish I was there to watch."

"You would've been jealous."

"I would've been proud!" the deathclaw corrected. "Would've told him what a great job he was doing, getting his old man to cum with just his tongue. Because there's no way he didn't get you off. Hell, I would've joined in, we could've taken turns or something. Get some family time going with my boy."

"Your boy?" Darius asked, stepping up to his lover and wrapping his arms around the deathclaw's shoulder. "You're in a daddy mood all of a sudden."

"Maybe I am," he wrapped his arms around the gator as well, pushing them together, his member already growing stiff in his pants, tightly pressed against his lover's cunt. He could feel everything, even his balls demanding release, and he halfheartedly laughed at it. "So, you want a meal? I got one for you right here," he said with a couple humps.

"Well, who am I to say no to a good piece of meat?"

"Wha- No, I was jo..." he stopped when he realized he was trying to reject a blowjob. "I mean, yeah, that's exactly what I was going for. You're hungry, ain't ya, big boy? Come on."

He guided his lover back into the garage, towards the same spot he had been hiding in. Quickly slamming the hood down, the massive deathclaw sat on it, silently hoping it would be strong enough to hold off his significant weight. However, it stopped mattering the second Darius came to his field of vision again, and he leaned forward to kiss the gator. Their lips and tongues became one, and the gator's hands became restless, landing atop his lover's massive tits and going down, pinching his nipples, twisting them, making Jakob moan in their kiss.

"You know..." Darius whispered, breaking the kiss off as he went down, head landing between Jakob's pecs. For a moment, he looked as if he was fighting off the urge to just sink his face between them. "Sometimes... I almost wish I had a cock just so I could fuck the huge cakes," and he emphasized with a bite, getting a muffled groan out of his lover.

But as much as he loved having his chest being the center of attention, Jakob's other needs were far more pressing, literally. He rubbed the gator's back, goading him while gently pushing his shoulder, and Darius understood. He went lower, leaving a trail of kisses down the prominent curve of his tits, while his hands worked the zipper open. Jakob wasn't particularly fond of underwear, so his cock jumped right up, almost an arm's length and thick enough to put most guys to shame. Again, he was already used to his own gargantuan size, but he always loved seeing the face of astonishment and hunger appearing on Darius' face whenever he saw it.

The sheer size alone was enough to get the gator's eyes gleaming with need, but he wasn't the only one affected by his heat. Jakob was just better at keeping up appearances, but in reality, from the moment Darius stepped into his garage, he had been constantly assaulted by a myriad of hot, powerful sensations from the smell alone. That same intoxicating essence, spilling from his folds into the air, filling his nostrils with its sweet, earthy flavor... It made his body tremble with need, and his dick jump and drip appropriately.

But it wasn't Darius alone, no. Jakob was no stranger to getting aroused from his own musk either, and more than once he found himself getting furious boners when assaulted by the smell just by taking his pants off after a long day of work. In a day like this, with his crotch soaked in sweat, the moment his pants came off both scents mixed into a powerful, almost addictive essence that made his cock fly up hard enough to almost slam his lover on the face. He took in a deep breath to relish on that mixed aroma, and his member replied by letting out a thick glob of pre. He saw Darius quickly catch it before it fell on the ground, and down it in a single gulp.

"And you say I taste good," the gator laughed and kneeled in front of the car.

Jakob looked back one last time, to make sure no one would catch them, that the car kept them out of sight. But he whipped back to his lover when he felt his tongue go up his dick and all the way to his tip, sucking every drop of pre that made its way out. Unlike his furious, animal efforts, Darius enjoyed taking his time, pushing him to the edge, making him suffer a bit for that sweet release. And he showed by going up and down, licking the standing length from base to head, making sure every drop landed on his mouth and loudly showing his approval.

A mere few seconds in and Jakob was already clenching his jaw, trying to keep from moaning. Darius' attentions were unparalleled, his years of experience showing. As much as he could've stayed on his member, he went down instead, leaving a trail of kisses as he made his way down to the heavy sac. With the same expert lips, he kissed and sucked each of them, his cold nose pushing between them and his thick thighs to whiff in the overwhelming aroma that was his musk. The deathclaw kept clenching, but not even that could stop the deep grunts out of his throat.

One by one, his balls were taken into the gator's mouth. A strong, thin tongue poked them, wrapped around them, sucking harder and harder with each second. Every time he let one of them out, it was with an audible pop, and he was already working on the other in less than an instant. Jakob's already massive chest only got bigger with his breathing, each of his lover's action making it rush more. And with each pop, with each wet lap and squeeze- damn, he was giving them a few squeezes too! And with each one, he could feel his seed inside them churning and boiling, threatening to burst out. No other guy could get him that close just from a blowjob, but Darius... the man's skill was legendary.

"Fuck yeah... Harder, daddy," he said without realizing, and right away the sensation stopped. The deathclaw's frown deepened as he looked down, ready to demand his lover to continue, yearning for the pleasure he deserved. But when he looked down, he met with a pair of mocking violet eyes, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and a playful grin waiting for him. He realized soon after what he had said, but other than his eyes slightly widening, he didn't let any shame show. "What? You did say I was in a daddy mood. And you are old enough to be my dad, old man."

"Bringing my age into bed, now?" Darius once again feigned anger, and Jakob could only respond by laughing. It was no secret, after all, that their significant age gap was one of their favorite aspects in their relationship.

"All I'm saying is, three of your kids my age," despite what his words might point to, the deathclaw caressed his partner's face. Darius' eyes closed as he leaned into his hand, and a soft purr rumbled in his chest. That feline side of him always made Jakob smile. But the throbbing took his attention again, and he guided the gator's head back towards his length, pushing the tip against his lips. "Come on now, old man. Get to work."

Darius stared at him with a cocky grin, no doubt a reflection of his own, but it didn't last long. His lips parted for the deathclaw's member to push inside, and in a matter of seconds it was completely swallowed by the gator, whose nose was now pressed against his crotch. No matter how many times he saw it, he could never get enough of Darius' sheer ability. To take a rod as massive as his with no problem, no matter how much he rubbed it against the back of his throat or how hard he humped against his mouth; Darius took it without a hitch. It took all of Jakob's willpower not to skullfuck him as hard as he could go right there, wanting his lover to set his own pace and enjoy it on his own instead.

When he seemingly had enough of his taste, the gator pulled out. But not without his tongue wrapping around Jakob's girth, leaving a trail of drool all over his length on his way up. It sent shivers up the deathclaw's spine, whose breathing had turned into rushed gasps. One of his hands rested on the reptile's head, fingers slipping through the luscious mane and gently pushing down. As much as he wanted him to enjoy himself, his sexual drive was far too strong to be completely taken. As soon as Darius got to the point where only the tip was left in his mouth, he suckled on it with increased intensity, lapping at his slit. Every drop of pre that came out was instantly swallowed, making the gasps and moans harder. But after Jakob had suffered enough, he stopped fighting and allowed him to push him back down.

Inch after inch of his meat went back into Darius' mouth, only to pull out once he got all the way down again. Over and over, Jakob guided him up and down his rod, his claws sunk into his hair. The gator kept moving on his own, but it was only as fast as the deathclaw above him allowed him. And with each bob, he was moving faster. His lips going all around his length with wet sounds, joined by Jakob's rough moans and groans. And soon enough, Darius' own muffled ones as well.

Almost without realizing, the deathclaw broke his own promise. His hips started going up in synch with the gator's movements, and his manhood drove in deep, hugged by his throat with each thrust. His moans were drowned by the slapping sound his balls made against the gator's chin, the slight gagging from how fiercely he fucked his mouth. And even that was then drowned by the creaking of the car beneath them, shaking from the effort of his now constant humps. For a second, he thought it might attract someone's attention, that they might get caught, and that only made him move faster.

And despite all the noise their bodies made, he still focused on their moans. Darius' voice, muffled by his manhood. A sound he listened to so often, and that he couldn't get tired of, no matter what. He opened one eye to look down, at his own gigantic tits, where his nipple rings jumped with each movement. And beyond the proud hills that were his pecs, the golden visage of his lover's face, eyes still closed in serene bliss as he took his member with arrogant ease. He wanted nothing more than to shoot, to watch that same skill take his enormous load without skipping a beat. And from the way his balls were trembling, it wouldn't be long before they emptied themselves in there. He could already feel it, from his humping, from the tongue around his member. Just a few more...

"Wait!" in the last minute, he yanked the gator off his dick. Darius' instincts made him lean forward, looking for the cock he had been enjoying, but he was held back by the clawed grasp on his hair. Jakob didn't see; he was busy holding back his own orgasm, teeth clenched as his breathing normalized. He could feel the seed about to burst out of his cock, tickling at his nerves as it desperately yearned for release, but he nonetheless held back.

When it finally went back down, the deathclaw was a panting mess. One deep breath after another was all that left his mouth. The room's loud lovemaking was suddenly silent, save for him. He let go of Darius' hair, instead rubbing the side of his face again, and despite his very obvious confusion, the gator's feline blood once again made him purr from the attention. Only when he managed to calm himself down did he look at the hybrid.

"I'm sorry," were his first words. His cock, as if reacting to them, throbbed furiously again, but he ignored it. "I just... I wanna save it... for tonight."

"What...?" not even his rubbing could keep Darius' confusion at bay any longer. "I don't get it, first the date and now this? What's so special about tonight?"

"Well... You said you wanted to go eat, right?"

---

The same summer sun kept shining above. And the same heat stayed as strong as it had been since the morning. Everyone around the street wore little clothes, trying as much as possible to escape from it.

Even in the small park where Jakob had guided his lover to, the few people present wore little. The mothers had loose shirts as they paid close attention to their children, playing in the bright green grass. The occasional loitering guys only had shorts and tanks, showing off their varied physiques. The even fewer jogging guys had little qualms about going about their workout shirtless in public.

Granted, it made Jakob feel less conscious about his own attire. As much as he liked showing off his pecs at work, being in public was a different matter. Seeing properly shirtless guys around at least made him feel better about showing off so much nipple.

He turned around, the glare of the sun blinding him for a moment. No longer under the safe shadow of the stand's umbrella, he was once again in front of the brilliant patches of grass. The edge of the park was covered in trees, under which several young couples lied down and did little more than throw googly eyes at one another. The kids and their parents stayed to the side, towards the swings and sandbox where they screamed in joy. It was all a typical day in the park, almost stereotypical. Which is why the hulking monster gator sitting on a bench stood out so much.

Jakob went over, the pair of giant burgers in his hands almost inspiring him to take a quick jog there. The faster he arrived, the sooner he could dig in on the juicy meat that seemed to be calling him over.

"Here you go," the deathclaw said as he gave his partner the burger. Before he even finished sitting down, Darius was already taking his first bite, munching happily and moaning from the taste. "Sorry it's not fancier. Not really dressed for a restaurant."

"Are you kidding? This is so fucking good," the gator only said as much between bites, too busy enjoying the meal to even speak. He smiled so much from the burger, it was hard to think someone this adorable could get so hot and bothered in bed.

"I do remember you like the burgers here," Jakob replied. When he gave his first bite, his body trembled into goosebumps from the shiver in his cheeks. The way the meat's juices mixed with the sauce in his mouth was exquisite. Strangely enough, it reminded him of Darius' own juices, and it only made him want more from both, him and the burger.

"Mommy! Mommy, look!" the loud, childish voice caught Jakob's attention. Over the other side of the park, a young tiger cub was waving his arms like crazy. He must've been four at most. And suddenly, the kid did a cartwheel around the grass, getting loud cheer from his mother as she clapped from her bench.

"Damn! Kid's skilled," the gator said. Jakob wasn't surprised his partner had looked at him as well. It was a thing with parents, it seemed, to be naturally drawn towards the sound of children's voices. A mix of not wanting to miss a thing and wanting to keep an eye on them. He had only realized after meeting him, however, it could extend beyond your own.

It was also perfect timing.

"So... About that thing in the garage," he started. The gator instantly whipped back to him, and he almost spit his food in shock from such speed. "I, um... You know how I held back, right? And I told you it should... be for tonight... Because you know, tonight... Um, this is harder to say than I expected," he said. What he didn't say was that the gator's piercing gaze was only making things more difficult.

"You know, it's rare to see you getting nervous," the gator remarked. It only made the deathclaw sweat more profusely. "I like it. You look really cute when you're awkward."

"I'm not cute! I'm manly!" Jakob snapped back, but his partner only laughed at it. A loud sigh left him before Darius stopped, allowing him to continue. "You remember... the last time you were in heat? How I pulled out at the last minute?"

"Of course I remember," the hybrid replied before taking another bite. It went down his throat at top speed. "I told you to go nuts in there. Gave you complete breeding rights. But you didn't, that's fine. Would've loved getting filled up with your swimmers, you know? Heh, I would love a little Jakob Jr. around the house as well."

"Yeah, me too," and Darius stopped mid-bite. "At the time I pulled out of instinct, but ever since... I don't know, I kinda regret it? I've been paying more attention to families on the street, seeing them hold the kid's hand, and it's like... Yeah, that could be me," he took a bite of his burger, but unlike his partner he kept talking through the food. "It's not something I gave much thought before meeting you, but now, it pops in my head whenever, and it's always about having a kid with you."

He swallowed. And right away took another bite, this one bigger. Almost as if he tried to stuff his mouth as much as possible. Through it all, he remained very conscious of the gator looking at him. His own lunch had apparently stopped mattering, and he was instead fixated on the deathclaw.

"Jakob-

"It just feels right!" he cut him off with a hearty scream, loud enough to get a couple eyes on them, but he didn't care. "You know? I mean, you're in heat today. And this has been in my head for a while now. Since last time, when was last time anyway? It's been a while since then. And today..." he looked at Darius, his expression unchanged, and a silly smile drew on the deathclaw's snout. "Today just feels right. So, yeah... Darius, I want to have a child with you and I want to put that child in you today."

"Oh..." his tone was so charged, it was hard to tell what he felt from it alone. But the smile he had while staring at nothing said a lot. "That's a weird thing to propose during lunch. But I was the one that wanted you to get me pregnant in the first place. How am I to say no?"

He said that and took his burger's last bite. As he ate it, Jakob stared back in disbelief, eyes wide open. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing anymore. He just stared at the golden reptile as he swallowed, a look of pure content in his face. And before he knew it, his head was already lying down on the broad shoulder, and Darius hand was already cupping his cheek.

"That's... thanks..." was all Jakob could put out through the emotions. He felt a kiss on his forehead and a sigh came out, followed by his entire body loosening up. The tension he had been holding since that last heat vanished, and suddenly he felt very tired and energized at the same time. "Hey... Do you wanna go home and make the kid already?"

"Excuse me?" Darius said with so much flair, it couldn't be taken seriously. "What do you think I am, a slut? I'll have you know, good sir, I don't open my legs to just anyone. Didn't you promise me a date tonight? Movies or something. At the very least, get me in the mood if you want my loins so badly."

"Get you in the mood with movie night? Maybe we should watch one of yours then," Jakob followed his words with a trail of kisses up his partner's neck, leading to his cheek, but the gator looked away with a tired look. "Come on, you never talk about it! It's not every day you can date a porn star."

"_Former_porn star," he corrected, turning around to leave a kiss on the deathclaw's lips. "And there's nothing to talk about that you can't see in the movies themselves. I mean, yeah, it was fun and I had a lot of sex, but in the end it was more business than anything. For example, you know those scenes where the top cums really hard and shoots all over, covers the bottom's face and all?"

"Oh yeah! Those are great," Jakob mentioned that with more enthusiasm that he was willing to admit. "But they don't happen often. I mean, I can shoot way harder than most of them, and way more."

"You can't, actually. All porn stars shoot like mad, it's almost a rule. Trust me, I know," suddenly, Jakob found his lover's words extremely interesting, and kept downing his burgers while intently listening. "The first shot is always a lot, always extra thick. But it's rare to get all shots just right for it. Most of the time you need to do a lot of takes, like with any other movie, meaning a lot of actors have to cum multiple times in a row. That's why a lot of them can only dribble a bit on scene. What you're seeing is actually their fifth or sixth shot of the day."

"No way. I have an insane libido and even then, I can only shoot three times before my dick hurts too much to touch."

"Yeah, that's a common issue with a lot of guys. They need to rest a lot between takes or they can't even feel the breeze without bending in pain," the way he described it made poor Jakob instinctively cross his legs. "And don't think girls have it easy either. Or me, as far as cunt goes. More takes means more of the same cock humping in over and over. It gets sore after a while, actually. And then it just goes numb and you have to fake your moans even more."

"Fake moans..."

"Oh, baby, I've never faked it with you. I promise, you're fucking amazing," and the hybrid's hands guided Jakob's face to him, leaving a deep kiss on his lips. "To be fair, I almost never faked it with anyone on scene either. Only around the fourth or so take. Oh, and gang bangs. Gang bangs are such a drag, man."

"But gang bangs seemed so fun!"

"Oh, they are! It's still a lot of dicks, but since they never stop you just keep getting more and more sensitive until you peak, and then they just keep coming and driving you mad," a dreamy sigh escaped the hybrid. "I do miss them sometimes. It's almost enough to convince me of getting back in the business. But then they're also a lot of work, because the more guys involved, the less room you have to fuck up. It's easier to do new takes with two or three guys than it is with eight or nine. And don't even get me started on the cum; it feels amazing to have tons of loads in your pussy, until you have to clean it out for the next scene or something. Then it's just a bother."

"This is actually a lot more interesting than I thought!?" Jakob said after swallowing the last of his burger. "Why didn't you ever tell me any of this!? Man, you make porn feel so real. I mean, like a real job and stuff, but that somehow makes it hotter."

"It is a real job. I don't know... I guess, after 34 years in the business, I grew used to it. I think that's the problem, it feels like too much of a job to me to talk about in the mystical way people expect it to be."

"34 years... That's older than me!" Jakob pointed out, and Darius' reaction was to rub the back of his head. He soon fell back on the touch, his back touching the bench and his neck going further, held only by his lover's fingers. "You should've told me these things sooner, it all sounds so cool."

"I guess I do have some stories you might like. Not sure if they're any cool," the gator leaned back as well, keeping his absentminded rubbing. "Man, the sun feels nice."

"What?" that was enough to pull the deathclaw out of his relaxed trance. Right on time, he felt the heat course through his body once again, and he had to fight the urges to just rip his shirt off to try and freshen up some. "How can you like the sun? It's so fucking hot."

"I'm a reptile and a cat. Basking in the sun is how I wish I could sleep all the time," he said. And indeed, almost right away his eyes closed and his breathing evened. Jakob stared at his chest for a few seconds, watching it slowly rise and fall under his shirt. He was tempted to pop a few buttons, get to see that chest fluff and rub it for a while. But in the end, all he did was gently rub Darius' should- "Ah! What!? What is it!?"

"The fuck!? Since when are you a light sleeper?" a panicked Jakob asked.

"I fell asleep? Ah, I'm sorry," he sheepishly laughed. "Must be the heat. You know... both of them. I guess I'm more sensitive than usual today. And the sun feels so good..."

"Hey, don't fall asleep again," another gentle shake to keep the gator awake and he knew it would be a lot more work than he thought. "Hey, why don't we go to the beach."

"The beach...?"

"Yeah! You can't go back to work without getting horny, and I don't feel like going to mine either. I can just call and say I was feeling under the weather, we skip the rest of the day on the beach- You get to bask under the sun, I get to take my shirt off and cool down, show off these babies," that last bit came with a flex, pumping his chest enough for his nipples to burst all the way out. The way Darius eyed them told him his idea was taking root. "What do you say?"

---

In the end he said yes. After quickly slipping his nipples back inside his shirt, Jakob guided the older reptile back towards the car and took off. What greeted them was the coast on the window. The line of white sand and shining blue water outside the window already warmed the both up, and as they kept driving and getting closer, it only grew with the heat.

And with the traffic, it seemed. The closer they got to any beach, the more cars were in front of them, and the more people they started seeing scattered in front of the sea. It was summer, after all. It would be foolish to believe that they could have the entire beach all alone for their romantic stroll through the sand. And yet, as his head pressed against the wheel, that was exactly what went through Jakob's head.

"Sorry," he groaned, getting a pat on the back from his partner.

"I don't mind. I'm happy just being with you," he said. Right away, however, he went back to staring out the window. "Although, it would've been nice to enjoy some of this beach heat. Everyone looks like they're getting plenty of it," and that only got another groan from the deathclaw. "Hey, look. There's a little hidden spot between those rocks with no one there."

He whipped up and indeed, just like his partner said, nestled between the rocks was a sweet circle of sand upon which no person had set foot so far. It was practically a little oasis in the middle of a dessert of bodies.

With incredible, most likely illegal speed, Jakob turned the car around and drove like mad towards the nearest parking spot. He practically skidded to a halt in it, and he was sure the car took off the ground for a moment. It mattered not. The only important thing was he was finally able to step out of the vehicle and tear the shirt off his sweaty body, spreading his arms for the fabric to fall off and his gigantic tits to be hit by the cool sea breeze.

"That's really dramatic," Darius said as he closed the door behind him.

"It's not dramatic! It's freaking hot! Besides, muscles have to be shown off, bragged about appropriately!" and to emphasize, Jakob's pecs started bouncing, one at a time and then both, until he started rubbing them off, squeezing himself and letting out pleased sighs at his own size. As he walked over to his lover, his hands were busy touching all over his body, loving the hard sensation of his muscles beneath the scales. He flexed just to give himself something harder to grope, and a lewd growl left his mouth. "See? It's all about the muscle. Come on."

Hand landed on Darius' chest, and before the reptile could react, his shirt burst open. A couple buttons flew out, but the gator was more focused on his now exposed pecs, and the black pierced nipples that so easily jumped into view. Beach or not, he wasn't too eager to be exposed like this. And much less to be groped afterwards, his chest squeezed like beanbags and his nipples being squeezed and twisted until a moan was pushed out of his mouth, which he quickly covered.

"J-Jakob! Not so public. People are watching," he whispered, but all he got was a light chuckle out of the deathclaw. And to top things up, he hooked his claws around the rings and pulled him into a kiss, mixed with the moan from his nipples being pulled. Needless to say, it was the kind of scene you would expect from one of Darius' old movies.

"Don't try telling me now that you don't like it," and without giving him a chance to answer, Jakob grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him all the way across the street, until they were in front of a short sand slope. A quick slide down and they were in the same spot they had seen before, surrounded by rocks that kept any prying eyes away. Even the slope kept the street out of sight, leaving them completely in private.

And right above them, the sun rained down with the same furious intensity as always. It was different, however. Whether it was being shirtless or just being on the beach, this heat was far more relaxing, more delicious to the deathclaw. He looked up to the sky and again let his arms open, praising the star above. A deep breath made his chest inflate with air, and he felt suddenly invigorated.

"Aw, man! Took a while with the traffic and all, but it was worth it, wasn't it?" he said to his lover, only to find him lying down, shirt still open for as much of the sun to fall on him. And he noticed that his chest rose with the same even breathing as before, while his eyes held a far too relaxed expression. Jakob could only chuckle. "Again?"

This time, he went at it with a simpler approach. All he did was lie down next to the man, and found himself taken aback with admiration. The massive, sculpted physique, and the golden scales covering it, reflecting the sunlight like a statue, calling him to show his devotion. A single hand dared to rest upon the powerful chest, feeling the rise of his body as air entered his lungs. It was far softer and smoother than it looked like at first, but Jakob already knew that from nights of lovemaking.

His finger fell on the cleft, sinking into the tuft of black and white hair and shivering from the sensation. No matter how much of his chest he groped, no part would ever beat the sensation of following his treasure trail. The same hand went down, daring to touch his abs, his stomach, and further down... Deep in his pants, the real treasure hid. A treasure he had every morning and every night. And that he now wanted to fill up with his own. Just the idea of his cock burying inside his lover's cunt, his balls emptying inside him until there was nothing left, until new life could start growing in his womb...

He didn't realize he was smiling until he leaned forward to leave a kiss on Darius' lips. And the gator stirred awake right away. His purple eyes met with Jakob's own and their kiss continued, stronger, fiercer, more passionate than ever. Soon, the deathclaw's hand fell to his side as he climbed on top of the gator, their bodies rubbing together as they made out. He felt his own member pressing hard against his pants, the heat mixing with that coming off Darius' crotch. Just as the sun's fell on his back. It was overwhelming, delicious, and he wanted more. He held himself up above the gator, both hands on each side of his body as he looked down on him, still taken by the beauty of his body, the pure masculinity that so perfectly blended with that one female spot. He was perfect. He wanted to tell him, to show him.

"Breed me," but once again, the older man got the best of him.

"Here?" he asked. "What happened with the date, the movie and getting you on the mood?"

"The man I love more than anything in the world wants to give me a child. If that doesn't get me in the mood, nothing will."

"Don't get corny with me now, old man," he said as much, but still resumed his lover's kiss, pushing further in, as deep as their tongues could go. Their bodies pressing harder against one another, rubbing like crazy... His hand reached up, once again following the fuzzy trail until it landed on his pants, and with a few movements his zipper was already down, and his pussy was out in the air. Jakob didn't need to see it to tell just how drenched it was after so many of his attentions; the smell alone- fuck, the smell- was enough to tell him. And when his fingers slipped in for a taste, all they did was confirm how much he was leaking with need.

He broke their kiss only to stare at him in the eye, to meet with those bright orbs as they were clouded with the intensity of his touch. They were almost closed from the pleasure, but Darius held his gaze. Even as his fingers went in deeper, he kept them open. His voice and breathing started rushing again, turning into hushed moans and whimpers. Teeth clenched, he silently begged him for more. He could see in those eyes the need, the impatient hunger that was also taking hold of him. Fingers were no longer enough to ease either of their libidos.

Jakob aimed his cock towards the gator's pussy just as his fingers left him open. When they came out, Darius' hips pushed forward, looking for them again, yearning to be filled again. With anything, it seemed. The deathclaw heard their plea and the dripping tip of his member pressed against the wet lips. And god, how he wanted to push once the folds kissed his length. Everything else stopped mattering, and he simply wanted his member surrounded by his lover, his inner walls sucking him in, pushing, pouring his seed until he was flooded. Every cell on his boner alone screamed at him to go, to sink into the pleasure fountain that was Darius' body.

But instead, he pressed upwards, until his tip pressed the reptile's clit. The loud moan that came out of Darius, so rich and smooth, like the purest of ales, was worth everything. He held back from his own bliss just to hear his partner make such wonderful noises. And before he knew it, he was pushing forward again, rubbing the sensitive spot with the underside of his massive member. His hips buckled, not to pierce but to touch the gator's clit, and the moaning and whimpering that came out of Darius only helped push him to the edge, rubbing faster and harder against him. He could already feel the juices flowing out of him one more time, in such quantity that he felt as though the hybrid was melting under him.

Darius made his first move when his arm reached forward, and he bit his own knuckle to keep down his screams of pleasure. They were so loud it took Jakob a while to notice he was starting to breath harder as well, moaning under his breath from the image alone, and from his soft lips pushing and pressing along his length, kissing his manhood and lubing it with powerful juices. The smell was unbearable, his own masculine sweat and musk mixing with the gator's heat. He could practically taste his fertility.

He could feel his instincts start to take over, and his hand went down for the gator's cunt. Fingers pushed in and out, scooping the juices out of him and getting loud gasps out of him. Each thrust got a small gobble of his fluids out, and Jakob used them to coat his giant slab of meat, from base to tip. It was soon glistening with them, practically shining in the sun. For a second he looked at Darius, noticing the way he stared at his length. Such need, such depravity he held in those orbs. And the next thing Jakob realized was his own snarl, the low growl that his hunger forced out of his chest.

He truly couldn't hold it anymore. There were no soothing words, and no patience. Only their raw passion and animal hunger as Jakob pushed his member deep inside his lover. It only took a second before their crotches kissed, before his length was buried as deep into the gator as it would go. Rather than screaming, they growled in sheer bliss. And with just as much ferocity, the deathclaw started ramming his rock hard cock inside his partner, over and over.

His entire body, five senses and all, went into overdrive. The greedy hold Darius' folds kept around his length, tightly gripping him, keeping him buried inside. The way they kissed his length and covered it in a flood mixing the fountain of juices with his own oozing pre. And with each ram, drops and drops of that delicious mix where forced out of the gator's cunt. It was a mess in no time, their legs covered in a web of pre sticking to their thighs. It was a kingdom of musk, permeating the air with their mixed essences. Every breath he took in, Jakob could feel his nostrils filling up with the powerful aroma, so thick he could taste it. It only made him wish he could stop to get a taste of the real thing.

And when he looked down, he only met with a masterpiece. Darius was beneath him, of course, his eyes almost closed in sheer bliss, his mouth agape as he kept letting out moans from the intensity of his love. Everything, from the way his hair fell gracefully on his shoulders and the sand, to the way the sunlight bounced off his golden scales, covered in sweat, was a sight to behold. Even the way each droplet trickled down the magnificent chest was tempting. And the cherry on top was the wet noises they both made together every time he buried his cock inside the flooded treasure trove he held between his legs. His cunt was so unbearably hot and soft, he could barely hold himself in place. With every thrust, it was almost like Darius pushed him further in him. And the deeper he went, the more of those fluids pushed out from the overflow, coating the gator's hair, matting it to his skin, rolling down his ass and tail until his hole was just as lubed.

Jakob could barely think with such beauty in front of him, such treatment to his body. He leaned forward until their lips met again, this time rough and messy, their tongues lashing in anger as they tried to make the other moan. One of his hands reached and squeezed at his pecs, tweaked his nipples, tried everything he could to make him moan even more, to make the sweet, warm milk come out of his tits. They were like clay in his hands, and the rougher he got, the more his lover moaned in their kiss. He loved every second of it, every chance he had to make the gator tremble under his touch.

His other hand went lower precisely with that in mind. Soon, he reached that sweet spot again, that soft, sensitive clit. And without stopping his furious humping, he pressed his finger against it, rubbing it as fast and hard as his wrist would allow him. Darius' screaming turned the loudest it had been all day, muffled by his own mouth as he assaulted his loins from in and outside. His fingers never stopped moving, never stopped rubbing and poking his clit, all while his massive girth kept ramming in and out, each thrust taking an extra inch. The more he touched the gator, the thicker the juices he would keep producing, only to push them out with his member and use them to lube his touch some more. It was an exquisitely vicious circle that would only end once the hybrid was pushed so far into pleasure, they would bask together in a shared orgasm.

He could feel it. Every thrust, Jakob could feel the tip of his member pushing against the forbidden wall. There, buried in the deepest parts of his lover, where he would leave his seed for the gator to breed. Just the thought made the cum in his balls churn excitedly, threatening to-

"Do you hear that?" Jakob, of course, couldn't hear those words, buried as he was in his pleasure. He was a beast, an animal, focused on the object of his joy. But that didn't stop the voices from continuing. "It's coming from here, I think," they said, and Jakob tried his best to not hear them anymore.

"It sounds like voices," someone else said, despite Jakob's best efforts to deny that there was anyone there. "I think they're behind these rocks, let's check it out."

"Shit!" the deathclaw snapped. And just then, he saw the same realization in the man beneath him. A hint of panic in his eyes, but mostly resignation, regret, and a bit that said they shouldn't care. So what if they were caught? Was that reason to stop?

Sadly, reason did win in the end. In silent agreement, Jakob pulled out, his dick coated in the glistening white mix of their juices, and the two men stood up with surprising speed for their massive bodies. Quickly, they started climbing the slope in front, Jakob barely stuffing half his meat in his pants, and not even bothering to zip. A quick glance showed him Darius in a similar place, and what he swore was a trail of cum oozed out of his cunt and into the sand. None of that stopped them, however, and they kept pushing upwards.

By the time they reached the top of the slope, a group of beachgoers was already on top of the rocks. There was no doubt in their minds that at least one of them managed to get a glimpse at the two running, hulking men. But that didn't stop them, nor did the crazy traffic on the street, from rushing all the way back to their car. Before the doors were even done closing, Jakob had already started the engine and, with the same crazy driving he had parked, he pulled out of the spot and ran as far away from the scene as possible.

Only once they were at least a mile away did he allow himself a quiet sigh. Just then he felt the slap against his chest and realized several things. First that he was still shirtless; and second, that his zipper was still down, and his cock was still slick and shiny with all the juices he had managed to pull out of his lover. He glanced over and saw that Darius was pretty much the same: Shirt open, chest covered in sweat and rising from his heavy breathing, and pants almost down as his cunt gushed juices and pre.

Darius stared back and their gazes held for a moment. They regarded one another in curiosity, in recognition, in excitement... And burst out in laughter afterwards. Every ounce of tension in Jakob's body completely vanished as he kept laughing, practically screaming with joy alongside his partner. And just the sight of Darius' smiling face was enough to ease whatever worry he might have held.

Even as their laughter died out, their smiles remained. Jakob stared at the gator, who in turn stared at the sun on the other side of the window... and quickly went back to the road. He couldn't just look away while driving, after all. But his eyes kept going back towards that big body, those hulking muscles, that dripping cunt...

One hand reached over, his eyes still on the road but his fingers reaching for his lover. At the very least, Darius had to finish; that's what he thought as he rubbed his abs, exploring his body after who knew how many times, until he started rubbing the wet clit once again. The gator started screaming and moaning, as loud as the privacy of their car allowed them, and the deathclaw clenched his tusks in excitement.

"You like that, babe?" he whispered, his words easily drowned by the whimpering and moaning from Darius. He still managed a nod, however, and he knew he was in the right spot. He rubbed faster, harder, pinching it even just to see him squirm more. "Do I make you feel good, old man? Yeah, you want me to knock you up, don't you?"

"Mhmm," was all Darius could reply with. His legs were starting to cross just from the intensity of his incoming orgasm.

"Damn right ya do. You want my swimmers in ya, getting that little Jakob Jr. to grow inside your needy cunt," he kept saying, unsure if Darius could even hear him anymore. The gator only kept moaning, panting, his body shaking under his touch. It didn't take much longer until his voice filled the car and his folds spread to let out a flood of juices out, coating Jakob's fingers and the golden scales of his thighs. They kept gushing, pooling under his legs and falling on the seat under him.

Just as he pulled out, Jakob realized the gator had passed out. Such was the intensity of his orgasms during his heat, it seemed. A quick lick and the taste of his juices sent shivers through the deathclaw's body, almost confirming just how badly his lover had gone through it. He looked over again, admiring the peaceful expression in Darius' sleeping face, almost as if, even asleep, he was enjoying his afterglow. It brought a smile to his face as well.

"To think I'm making a baby with such a hunk... And I know just the spot."

---

"Darius..." Jakob gently shook his lover's shoulder, but it got him no response. The hybrid remained as still as ever, still asleep on the passenger seat. To think now, of all time, he decided to be a heavy sleeper. "Darius!"

"Hmmm?" finally, the gator stirred awake. His eyes slowly opened, blinking from the glare of the sun behind the deathclaw. Jakob looked over him from outside the door, a hand on his shoulder gently pushing him forward, trying to get him out of the car. "Where are we? Why are you naked?"

"Because I can," was his answer. He absentmindedly stroked his length, almost as if to emphasize, and kept rubbing his partner's shoulder. "You should give it a shot too, it's amazing how the breeze feels on your bare loins."

The gator gave him a playful smirk, but nonetheless followed his instructions. Slowly, the white shirt he had been wearing up to then peeled off his wide frame, leaving his muscles exposed to the breeze his lover spoke of. Soon, his pants followed, and by the time he stepped out of the car, he was completely naked. The large paws fell on the grass with a silent thud and he stared at Jakob, the playful smirk remaining as he subtly scratched his folds.

"See? What did I tell you?" Jakob replied. He also took the chance to check his lover out one more time, eating his body with his eyes. The bulging muscles were practically begging him to step up and grope them, but he held back for now. Instead he grabbed the gator's hand and pulled. "Come on."

There was almost nothing around them. Just several trees scattered about, growing around the road. They were all tall, their leaves obscuring most of the view, leaving only the green tint of the sunlight passing through them to light their way into the forest. Darius wasn't sure where the deathclaw was leading them, but it felt strangely familiar. It didn't take long for him to realize why.

Once they exited the trees, they reached a large clearing that gave way to a cliff. And from their position, they could clearly see the city spreading in front of them. The blocks and buildings, all of them mixing into an expanse of little homes, spreading into the horizon, lined by hundreds of roads where even more cars drove like ants. And further away, the beach and the sea, the waves looking small from this distance, and the reflection of the sun on the water slowly approaching the edge as its color turned brighter.

"This is..."

"You brought me here last year, remember?" the deathclaw had already sat down on the grass, and he padded a spot next to him until his lover joined him. "You were nervous all day because this was where you first wanted to tell me you loved me. You said you didn't want to blurt it out during sex, that you wanted it to be special," he laughed, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the gator blush from the memory. "...We moved in together shortly after that. I knew you were the one after you said something so corny."

"If you think it was corny, then why did you move in?" the gator feigned indignation, but it only got another laugh out of his lover.

"I wanted a corny guy, they're the best. Anyway, it's my turn to be corny," without missing a beat, Jakob reached and held the gator's hand, their fingers linking together. "Darius, I... I want to breed you here. I guess this place is special, so I want our child to be made here. I know that's corny, obviously, but-

"This is such a nice sunset," the way he interrupted him, so natural, so heartfelt, was what made Jakob turn around Darius wasn't looking at him, but instead he forward, at the sun, just as he said. A warm smile was drawn in his lips, and his grip on Jakob's hand tightened. "Let me share this sunset with the man I love."

And just like that, despite his best efforts, he was beaten in corniness by the old man. Not like it mattered. It still brought a similar smile to Jakob's lips. And he looked forward again, staring at the glowing sun as it's golden light turned orange. The minutes passed in silence, and the two men simply looked at the sun, their hands never leaving one another. Soon, it started sinking back into the ocean, the sky dyeing in a multitude of colors, from orange to pink and black. The further the sun went down, the more the night started enveloping the sky, and the clearer the moon to the side became. Soon, as the darkness covered more and more of the city underneath, more and more little points of light started appearing on the ground, turning it into a spectacle of shining bulbs. Each one of them, a family.

Once the night completely surrounded them, both men turned to one another at the same time and planted their lips together into a long, tender kiss. Their movements became as if they were one, and they fell on the grass together, Jakob on top. His gargantuan pecs pushed against the gator's full ones, milk pressing against muscle as their kiss grew hotter. He felt the pair of restless hands reach for them, squeeze them hard, pull on his rings... A moan escaped his mouth, soon turning into a groan.

His member hardened in an instant. Once again, he poked and rubbed, pushing it all over his partner's lips. He rubbed that clit just to hear him moan and feel him tremble under his body; and to get his insides to start pouring out more of that thick, delicious essence that he couldn't get enough of. As soon as it started oozing out and his cock was covered in it, he couldn't hold himself anymore.

The monster went in, once again without a care in the world. Darius screamed to his heart's desire, knowing not a single soul would hear him this deep in the forest. He was free to shout for his lover's cock as much as he wanted. And that's precisely what he did as the giant manhood spread him wide open, his claws sinking on the ground. Jakob saw it all, but still dove as deep as possible, already ramming him over and over, harder than he was at the beach, or any time before, for that matter.

Jakob turned into an animal. His thrusts each became rougher, harder, the fullness of his balls showing. He could no longer hold himself back, and with each movement his nuts slammed hard against the gator's crotch. Each hump he could feel his member digging deeper inside him, slowly approaching that forbidden place once again. Each hump, he let out a growl, as his tip invaded the gator's womb and his pre mixed with the fluids around him into a pure juice of sexual depravity.

He could no longer wait. With what little reason he could still muster, his finger went down and reached Darius' sensitive clit, rubbing it hard for the third time that day. The gator screamed louder still as his body was assaulted again, almost begging for his orgasm, begging for the deathclaw's dick. Jakob could no longer her him, however. He had practically gone feral in his arousal, with only their joined reliefs as his concern. All he needed, all that mattered, was for the two of them to cum together.

And the more he rubbed his lover's clit, the harder he could feel his insides clamping around his member, milking him, sucking him in. With each thrust, it became harder to push out, to push back in. He was almost kept in place, slowing down in exchange for harder humps. And with each one, he felt more and more of his dick reaching as far back as the gator's womb. His balls smacked harder and louder each time, his seed churning, boiling inside them, as they started growing taut. The moment was slowly approaching, he could tell as much even in his trance. And the more Darius moaned and screamed beneath him, the more he was pushed into it.

All it took was one final thrust. One with which his member buried itself deep inside the gator's body. His balls jumped from the effort, and right away, a massive surge of cum burst from the deathclaw's cock and straight into Darius. They weren't even ropes, it was one single, high-pressure hose flooding the gator, coating his insides white. Darius' eyes rolled back into his skull from the intensity of the shot, his moaning loud and constant, yet drowned out by Jakob's beastly roar as he finally emptied his nuts inside his lover. His thrusts had stopped, and instead he allowed his body to enjoy the crawling shiver as his balls forced their treasure deep inside him.

It went on and on for minutes, the force of his shot not going down in the least until the very last second. It was a powerful flood driving deep into the gator, so hard that he had already gone numb. Darius had long had his third orgasm of the night and was already basking on his afterglow, yet the flood of cum showed no signs of ending any time soon. All he could do was silently enjoy as he was filled up with his lover's hot seed.

When it finally died out, Jakob fell on top of his partner. The high-pressure hose died in an instant, going from intense fire to a few dribbles in a second. His body could no longer hold all of his gargantuan mass after such an incredible orgasm, and he almost passed out with his gator right there. The only thing keeping him awake was the heaving of Darius' chest, rising with his rough breathing. With what little strength he had left, Jakob reached and left one last kiss on his lips.

"Wow..." Darius barely managed to recover his breath. You could tell, from how much he blinked, he was struggling just to stay awake. "That was... way more intense than usual."

"Do you think it worked?"

"What?" he gave the deathclaw an incredulous look, which went ignored as Jakob lied on his chest with his eyes closed. "Dude... Even being a porn star-

"_Former_porn star."

-I can count in one hand how many guys have ever gone that deep in my cunt," he said with a chuckle. "And neither of them were this... productive. Damn. If I don't get knocked up from this, I've gone barren. Give it a few months, I'm sure it's there. Hell, I can already feel it working."

"You can tell just like that?" a curious Jakob asked, getting only a quick nod from his lover as answer. Almost right away, he fell back on the chest, close to falling asleep. "Cool. Happy birthday, babe."

"Mhmm... Wait, what?" right away, Darius woke up. He practically jumped up, leaning on his forearms and watching the groggy deathclaw stir up as well. When Jakob looked up, he met with the gator's widened eyes. "Holy shit, it's my birthday!"

"Dude, you seriously forgot? Why do you think I was so eager to knock you up today. Heat during your birthday, that's special," Jakob lazily rubbed his eyes and stretched. Through all that, Darius remained shocked. "Why do you think I asked you out? Your kids are back in out place, setting shit up for your party."

"You're even making me a surprise party?" of course, it was no longer a surprise, but the tired Jakob did nothing but shrug. It was amazing how much a day of edging could do to him once he was over. But he immediately woke back up when he was pulled into a tight hug, going back down onto the gator's chest. "Oh my god, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's just a party..."

"It's not the party," Darius' voice almost broke, and Jakob looked up to a beaming smile, which he could only see for a second before being pushed into another quick, yet rough kiss. "I just... This is the best present you could've given me. Ever. God, I love you so much, Jakob. You have no idea how much."

"I..." and again, he lost. All he could do was hold the gator tight in his arms, his face sinking in his neck, leaving a trail of kisses until he could reach his ears. "I love you too."

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"SURPRISE!!!"

The loud scream greeted them as they opened their home's door. Darius didn't have to fake any surprise, his face instead taken over by the joy of seeing all his kids in front of him, along with the balloons, signs and decorations they put in their living room, all for him. Jakob told him on their way back it was something small, family only, but he was still thrilled almost to tears. The only thing keeping him from shedding any was the cake waiting on the table with big 6 and 0 candles lit, a bittersweet reminder of his age.

"Happy birthday, papá!" of all his children, the first to approach him was the adopted Haunter. Desmond's wild mane of violet hair was tied in a ponytail, and the normally sultry man donned a modest shirt and pants that covered his whole body. That was enough to push Darius.

"Ob my gob! You pub on pabts! Happy Bibday, sob!" the old gator cried, tightly hugging the son he shared a birthday with, already feeling his annoyed glare not so much at his comment but at the laughter it garnered from his siblings. Other than Riley, who was already talking with Jakob about work, they all joined in the mockery of their older brother.

"Yeah, laugh now, but we know who got the best ass in this family!" the Haunter said, phasing out of his father's arms and already giving Vincent a noggin to show how serious he was. Wiping the tears off his eyes, he stared at all seven little rascals, all of them so silly and childish in his eyes. They had grown up, and yet they hadn't changed a bit. He held his hand next to his belly, thinking about it...

"Hey... Hey, be quiet for a second," he said with the same beaming smile that had been in his face for a while now. Only after he gathered his kids' attention, he gestured for Jakob to come over. The deathclaw gave him an equally bright smile, and went over. Their hands linked in an instant. "Kids... We got big news."