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There was a small voice of doubt eating at the back of Samel's mind. That this couldn't be happening, that Davie would chicken out and ghost him. But late in the afternoon, he got a text from Davie.

What do you want to eat tonight?

Samel smiled to himself, thinking.

Don't mind. What do you want?

Davie's response came quickly.

I'll make us pasta

Samel stared at the reply, relief washed over him along with a newfound appreciation. This was profoundly different. Not some lurid back and forth, just something calm and to the point. Davie would cook for him tonight. There was a lot to appreciate there. Samel's heart beat a little faster, thinking it through. He wasn't sure if he wanted to count tonight as a date or not. It was... difficult to understand what he felt. He longed to spend time with Davie, but that was because he'd invariably end up on the older boar's cock. And that excited him. But was it romantic?

Should it be romantic?

No, Samel concluded. It shouldn't be, but all the right feelings were there.

So then was it romantic?

There was no answer Samel could find confidence in. The longer he tried to understand it, the less sure he was. But it gave him something to fill his time with until 7pm rolled around and not long after, Davie knocked at the door. Samel rushed to greet him, stepping out onto the front porch to be wrapped in a bear hug and receive a long and dirty kiss that ended with Davie slipping a thick hand down the back of his shorts and squeezing his ass. He looked up at the massive boar, heart racing.

"It's pretty fucking good." Davie started without a proper hello. "That when I want to get my hands on ass, I can." He wrapped an arm around Samel's chest and lifted the smaller tiger off of the ground. "And it's even better you can't do shit about it." He gave Samel's tail a rough tug as he strode back towards his pickup and threw the tiger in the passenger seat.

Samel couldn't wipe the grin off of his face. He liked being handled that way. "How was work?"

"Dunno. Could hardly think." Davie prodded a meaty finger at Samel's belly. "Got tiger slut on my brain."

"Funny. Being a tiger slut's all I've been thinking about."

"Had a laugh to myself earlier," Davie said as he started his car. "Was thinking about you, and in my head I called you my kitten." He snorted. "Then I really thought about it. Are you my kitten?" He stroked his finger up Samel's chest and rubbed under the tiger's chin.

"Yeah."

"Fuck no you're not." Davie pushed his finger into Samel's mouth. "Kittens are cute, you're just some fucked up kid." Davie ran his finger back and forth over Samel's tongue. "And that's so much better than having a kitten." He pulled his hand back, smearing Samel's spit across the tiger's muzzle.

"You think?"

"I know. Look at this." Davie yanked his phone out and opened his gallery to find the pictures Samel had sent him earlier in the day. "Fucking hot." Davie zoomed in on the tiger's ass. Samel laughed, a little surprised Davie had taken to the images so well. "Makes me so hard thinking about how that ass is mine. I keep thinking about how you're 19 but I could stuff your stupid mouth with my cock right now and you'd take it. And fuck, I would if we weren't about to drive through town."

Hearing Davie get so worked up only made Samel even hornier. Samel shot a hand down to grope the hard bulge in Davie's shorts.

"Hands off until you answer this." Davie grabbed his wrist. "How old's your dad?"

"44."

"I've got two years on him." Davie's cock twitched in his pants. He laughed out loud. "That's so fucking hot." Samel undid Davie's fly and moved the boar's boxers aside. Ten inches of black cock sprung out. Samel leant over the divider between their seats and licked at it from the side. "Aw god." Davie moaned. His breathing deepened as Samel kept going. "Show me what you've got," Davie said, holding up his phone. Samel looked up into the lens, stretching his tongue out as he ran it up the entire length of Davie's shaft. "That's my little tiger slut." The boar's hand fell on Samel's head and rubbed at his ears. "Fuck you're so good." Davie lowered his phone beside his cock, playing back the video he just took for Samel to see. "Like that?"

"A lot." Samel watched it replay. Smiling as he saw himself lap at the massive dick.

Davie pushed him back into his seat. "You can keep watching it on the drive then." With some difficulty, he stuffed his cock back in his pants and backed out of the driveway.

It wasn't far to reach Davie's place, they cut through the center of town. It was a busy night for the small country town, and dozens of people were out making the most of the warm evening. Samel kept a hand on the front of Davie's shorts. It took a lot more willpower than he cared to admit to not free Davie's cock as they drove through town. Someone would see if he did, he was sure of that. But damn that was hot.

When they stopped at a red light, Davie glanced over to him. "You're gunna sleep in my bed tonight, and I'm gunna do whatever I want to you. How's that make you feel?"

"Really fucking horny." It hadn't dawned on Samel what was really happening. He was being taken to a place he'd never been to by a guy who could easily overpower him. There'd be no comfort in his surroundings, he was going to be entirely at Davie's mercy. That turned him on even more. It was all he could think about as Davie parked in the basement of an apartment block.

"I know you're shameless." Davie opened his door. "But try act at least a little normal until we're inside. My neighbors would be jealous if they knew I had a slutty cat all to myself."

"Fine." Samel stepped out of the car, a bit uncertain as he looked about the barren concrete carpark. He wasn't sure what he expected. Out this far from a city, most people could afford a house on a job like Davie's. There were only a handful of apartment buildings in the town. He'd never tried to picture Davie's private life, he'd just assumed it was pretty good. Realizing that, he questioned it. What sort of man had the freedom and the time to spend doing the things they'd done? It put a halter on his racing emotions. He followed Davie into a creaky elevator that smelled a little funky. Davie watched him closely, a queer look on his face. They went up to the third floor, and out into a corridor that lacked any charm or character. After living in a country manor for some time, it was a little startling. They stopped outside a nearby door. Samel's heart beat faster, uncertainty rising in his chest as Davie fished his keys out of his pocket.

"It's a lot to take in," he mumbled and threw the door open.

Davie's apartment was cluttered, not entirely a mess but definitely in need of cleaning. Empty beer cans lined up under a coffee table that was covered in a disarray notebooks and pages. A dirty sofa filled the middle of the room, a handful of larger stains across it. The air smelled so strongly of his body. He pulled Samel in by the hand and shut the door, grinning as he saw the surprise on the tiger's face. "Not what you were expecting then?"

"No." Samel bit at his lower lip, all that uncertainty forefront in his mind.

"I wanted you to see this." Davie sat on the sofa, beckoning Samel to come join him. "Because you're clearly going through something. And I don't want to keep this going until you've dealt with that."

Nerves squeezed Samel's stomach as he took a seat.

"You've done a really shit job of hiding the fact you think this might become more than what it is." Davie said it so bluntly. Samel nodded, mind a little blank. "I'm just some fuck up adult with a job." Davie smirked. "Any horny bastard with a cock could've done the things I've done with you. I'm not special, just a pervert."

"I see." Samel creased his brow. "I don't really know what to say."

"Do you think this is a romance, Samel?" Davie asked.

"I don't know." Samel winced, feeling like an idiot. But this had been on his mind lately and it'd be good to get it out. "I've only had one crush before, on this fox in one of my classes. It took me months building up the nerve to ask him out, and all that time I felt like I was so in love with him. The date sucked, nothing really came of it and then I was heartbroken until I stopped feeling for him. I think that was romantic, right? What I feel for you is similar, but it's sexual." Saying that out loud gave his thoughts momentum. "I don't daydream about us talking or going for walks or spending our lives together. I fantasize about us fucking, then I go back to thinking about whatever. My friends, I dunno. My classes for next term. That sort of thing. When I was worried you'd cut me off, that felt like heartbreak, but different. I don't know how to make sense of what I'm feeling, hard to speak about it. I'm horny and I'm happy when I can be with you, and when I can't I'm still horny but I'm upset."

"Good." Davie breathed a sigh of relief. "Cuz I really like fucking around with you, but I don't want to do it if it's ruining your life."

"What do you make of us?" Samel asked.

"I dunno. Fuckbuddies. That doesn't feel so accurate, never felt guilty for fucking a friend before this."

"Are we even friends?" Samel wanted to take the question back immediately.

"Damn. That's a good point. Fuck." Davie scrunched up his face. "I dunno. I've been using you to keep my cock warm. All we've done is fuck around."

"I don't want to think of you like a friend." Samel bit his lip, that didn't sound at all kind.

"Neither." Davie kicked his feet up on the coffee table, staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, this is all sorts of fucked up. I'm trying to think it through but I don't care. Would rather you on your knees and I didn't have to give a shit anymore."

Samel's ears perked up at that. He leant forward into Davie's lap, rubbing his nose in the boar's crotch. That was familiar territory. None of that uncertainty there.

"Ah fuck. Lemme cook first or I won't want to." Davie grabbed Samel by the scruff of the neck and lifted him back, smiling as he saw the young tiger all bunched up and helpless. "See. Part of me fucking loves this." He gave Samel a rough shake. "What's too much for you? Because you've enjoyed everything we've done and if I start to think you have no limits it's only a matter of time until I really fuck you up."

"No clue."

Davie reached out with his other hand and pushed up Samel's lips to look at his fangs. "Those are sharp and they spend a lot of time around my cock, so, kinda want to make sure I'm not going too far." Davie rubbed his finger across the side of the tiger's teeth. "But when I was humping your face, and you nearly bit me. Fuck." Davie dropped his hand to massage the bulge in his shorts. "That might be the hottest thing I've ever felt. You were afraid, though, and when I'm not horny that bothers me until it makes me horny again. Which it always does."

"I'll let you know what's too much when I know myself." Samel eyed Davie's lap.

"Good." Davie dropped him on the couch, a frown on his face. "Stand up, drop your shorts and turn around."

Samel stood, pushed his pants down and turned. Davie grabbed his tail, pressed his snout against the tiger's asshole and licked the back of his balls, up his taint and all the way to the bottom of his tail. Samel let out a soft whimper, then Davie shoved him into the couch and stood. "Fuck me." Davie smacked his lips. "So much better than my ex." Davie snatched the shorts and yanked them off of Samel. "You don't need these here." He tossed them against the wall. Samel threw his shirt off a moment later and lay against the couch, erect cock on full display. "Fucking hell." Davie pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a photo. "You're such a fucking whore."

Samel ran a paw down his chest, smiling as Davie's eyes followed it.

"I'll be back in a bit." Davie strode into the kitchen on the far side of the room.

While Davie cooked, it gave Samel time to mull the situation over. It made sense that Davie didn't have the greatest life, though his living space was a pigsty he clearly wasn't struggling to get by. His comment about an ex was curious, however. It might have been the only real detail he knew for sure about Davie's personal life. That was interesting to consider. Samel didn't think of Davie like a friend, or even a romantic partner anymore, so then why mention that?

After half an hour of banging pots, Davie came back from the kitchen with two bowls of creamy pasta. He stared at Samel's naked body, an almost bewildered look on his face. "I fucked up." He chuckled. "When I invited you over, I wanted to make it until after dinner before this got sexual at all. Instead you were slobbering on my cock in the car. I meant it when I said I wanted to get to know you better." He cocked his head towards where Samel's clothes sat in a pile. "Put them on if you want to."

"I'll pass." Samel grinned.

"Yeah, fuck, thought you'd say that." Davie sat down on the couch and handed Samel a bowl. "What are you doing at college?"

"Medical science."

"Oh for fuck's..." Davie threw his head back. "I thought you'd be like one of those shit for brains IT kids or social studies or something. Fuck me."

"It's not medicine." Samel scoffed. "I'm still a stupid fucking cat."

"So what, you take like biology things or something?"

"Chemistry and math too, just general subjects so far. Only finished first year."

"Yeah, fuck. Figures." Davie nodded to the notebooks on his coffee table. "That's all pool shit. Acids and salts and bases and that garbage, I don't have to know anything other than how to run tests and balances and shit like that, I just record it. Not a single calculation in there. You'd probably make more sense of it than me."

"Sounds boring." Samel blew on the steaming bowl in front of him and took a bite. "This is good."

"Eh, thanks. It's easy, it's cheap and makes me feel like a fatass." He smirked, his eyes wandering over Samel's body again. "You thought much about working out?"

"Nah. Too busy during semester. Too lazy during break."

"Fair enough." Davie stared at his dinner. "Anything you wanna know about me?"

"You mentioned a boyfriend?" Samel asked.

"An ex, a shithead. Don't worry about it."

"I'm curious though, what was he like?"

"One of those straight and narrow wankers who's actually anything but." Davie grimaced. "Fun in private. Awful in public and even worse behind my back."

"Oh."

"He cheated. A lot." Davie sighed. "I could go on all night about how he treated me but that's not why we're here."

"What'd he look like though?" Samel wanted to know what sort of things Davie might like.

"Fuck, you're keen to pry. If you really want to know, he's a tiger as well."

Samel chuckled. "That explains a lot actually."

"Yeah, probably. Lots of thoughts on that already up here." Davie tapped at his skull. "Definitely a bit pent up, bit angry and I'm not ashamed to let you know it's been good taking that out on you."

Samel laughed. "Do I look like him?"

"No." Davie rolled his eyes. "I'm not that fucked up. He was huge, almost as big as me. Couldn't get away with any of the things I do with you. Anyways. Enough of him, fuck him."

"Ok, sure. Probably shouldn't have pried." Samel licked his lips. "Just wanted to try understand a bit more about you."

"It's cool. I don't have anything worth hiding from the 19 year old I've been keeping my cock warm in." Davie sighed. "Always loved the feel of cats. So soft and flexible, and fuck me, cat tongues." He rubbed a hand over his chest. "You don't even have to fucking try." He grunted. "I'm doing it again. Finish eating, then there's something I want to tell you."

They didn't speak much more as they ate. It didn't feel as awkward as Samel feared it would. The quiet was contemplative, both of them clearly thinking about something. Once they'd finished, Davie took their bowls to the kitchen and came back with two cans of beer. He held one out to Samel. "You're not allowed to say no."

Samel grabbed it, peering at the tin. He didn't like beer much at all, but if he couldn't decline... he cracked it and took a sip, making a sour face.

"Not your thing?" Davie crashed back down on the couch, raising an arm and beckoning Samel come lay against him.

"Nope." Samel curled up against Davie's side. He smelled strongly of a summer day's sweat, which encouraged the growing hard on between Samel's legs.

"Too bad." Davie opened his can, took a mouthful of it and forced it into Samel's mouth. Beer spilled down his cheeks and over his chest. Davie rubbed it through his fur. "Tonight I'm making you mine." Davie pushed Samel's chin up into his armpit, rubbing his nose in the musky hair. "I want you to smell like me. I want you to taste like me." Samel licked the boar's armpit, the taste even stronger than the smell. "Fuck." Davie grunted, and pulled off his shirt. Samel ran his fingers over Davie's chest, pressing at the bristly hair over the boar's leathery skin. "You're my stupid tiger slut." Davie tapped the bottom of Samel's can of beer. He took his head out of the boar's armpit and took a long swig of it. Davie kissed him hard on the lips, the boar's snout twitching as he breathed in his own scent off of the tiger's face. "You're so fucking nasty." He licked the tiger's nose then shoved him back under an arm. As Samel lapped at the sweaty skin, Davie took a sip of beer and spat it back on the tiger's chest.

The cold liquid made Samel squirm as Davie brushed it through his fur. Davie poured some over the tiger's cock, which twitched and jerked. He lunged forward to slurp it off. The sudden contact made Samel moan. Davie's snout parted the fur on Samel's chest as he trailed his tongue all the way up to the tiger's nipples. He growled as he forced the can of beer back to Samel's lips, tilting it higher and forcing him to skull the rest of it. A lot poured out of his mouth and spilled. Once it was empty, he threw the can away and replaced it with his own. His cock throbbed as Samel obeyed and downed as much of it as he could manage. Davie's cock ached.

"Fuck." He stared as Samel panted. "I love you, you fucking slut."

Samel's eyes narrowed.

"That doesn't mean I wanna marry you, fuckwit." Davie shoved the tiger into his lap. "It means I want you slurping on my cock while I eat your ass. Fuck. I love you." He yanked his shorts off, his cock flopped out. Before Samel could wrap his lips around it, Davie clamped a hand over his muzzle and smeared all the precum on his dick over Samel's face. He released his hand, watching as Samel moved up to put his mouth over the tip of it. Davie yanked him away as his jaws opened. He forced his tongue into the tiger's mouth, then ran it up the bridge of his nose and licked his own juices off. "Fuck." Davie leapt to his feet, Samel under one arm and strode into the kitchen. He opened his fridge, grabbed another beer and opened it before he forced it against the tiger's lips. "You do whatever the fuck I want you to do." Samel started gulping it down, heart racing. Davie squeezed his cock over Samel's forehead, another drop of precum rolled down the tiger's face as he finished the third can of beer. Davie crushed the can and let it fall to the tiles with a clatter. He forced open Samel's jaws and shoved his cock into the tiger's throat to make him gag. He took his cock out and slapped it hard against Samel's face. "Aw fuck." Davie growled, scooping the tiger off of the floor and started stamping towards his bedroom.

The door crashed behind him, he slammed Samel down on the bed hard enough to make him bounce. Samel looked so confused, his face plastered with spit and precum, his fur damp with beer. But his cock was stiff and he smiled wide.

And their night had finally begun.