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Ocean Depths

Chapter 23

By Roofles

Lucas wasn't sure what to do with the otter he found himself in bed this night, like every other night. He had become clingier if that was even possible. Even if he was reading a book on the couch, Lucas found the otter next to him cuddling up. Or just being lazy on the sofa the otter was there with him. He never said anything just needing some kind of physical contact it seemed. Carlson would bore holes in the wall with his stares as he zoned off thinking of things he'd never discuss openly. Lucas could only scratch the back of Carlson's head as he spaced off.

The ears twitched at his touch before the otters body melted like warm butter as his hands trailed between those beady ears, scratching behind and around them. Lucas's hand slid down Carlson cheek cupping it lovingly as he kissed the top of his muzzle. The fingers slid down a bit more, underneath his muzzle scratching along the crook of his neck. The fur was softest here than anywhere else. One of both Lucas's and Carlson's favorite spots.

The larger male cooed as his eyes rolled into his head his eyes fluttered shut. His dull blunt webbed claws scratched the bed under them, his tail thumping once before going lifeless. Lucas fingers scratched that soft spot of fur. A spot where the thicker overlaying fur never seemed to grow in properly leaving that soft under fur exposed for Lucas's touch. If he hadn't trailed his hands over every inch of him he wouldn't have found it. Only on close inspection was it noticeable. Carlson's minor "defect" allowed the two to connect even more.

Lucas had spent hours scratching that spot. As he read a book with his other hand or as they watched a movie. In these past few days he had always found himself touching it. Scratching that single spot as the world around him slipped away as the man he loved curled up next to him. The tender exposed spot of his neck.

Lucas soon found himself kissing that spot as the otter rolled over on his back a deep growl escaping him in a steady rumble, almost like a cat purring in the sun. Lucas kissed that spot, chewing very softly on the flesh making the otters tail curl and flop onto the ground as a soft otter chirp escaped him.

"Luke," Carlson 'purred'. His paws scratched at the bed before blindly seeking him out. Those paws touched his arm and side, giving them warm squeezes of an unspoken love. His arms went limp again just draping around him. "Love you," he sighed as Lucas licked his neck making his toes curl.

Lucas kissed that spot again, chewing on the under flesh before letting go and nosing that spot breathing a warm heavy breath against his neck. "Love you too, my silly sweet otter." He said as his fingers trailed back up to continue to scratch that spot. "Love you Owen." Something he had started calling him after their encounter with his brother.

It was silly, strange for him to use his last name and Carlson didn't seem to mind when he used his first. In fact he seemed to like it even more. No one called him Owen but his family and for Lucas to now start calling him it meant the same... As if he was family now. Finally confirmed what his heart's desire had long sense been.

It was around the same time the otter had become so meek, so fragile and clinging. It was then that the otter hadn't left his side. As if he finally let the weight of it all get to him because he wouldn't be alone in it all. Now that he had family there for him, someone that would keep him even if he let his walls crumble and let it all soak in.

Carlson had cried on his shoulder for hours afterwards. And every second of it broke Lucas's heart, unable to do a thing but be there for him. Holding him and keeping him close the otter curled up in his lap, his face buried against his chest and just sobbing. No sound escaped his lips but the tears alone were enough to convey what he felt inside. His very body quaked as he let it all pour out. It wasn't a pretty sight but Lucas had still pulled his muzzle up, wipe off his nose on the old shirt he had been wearing and held him close again. The gesture was enough to make the otter break out into another fit, touched by the action which only seemed to remind him why he was in this state to begin with.

"If you tried to leave," the otter laughed after another long drawn out otter chirp. "I'd lock you in my basement and make you put the lotion on or you get my hose again."

"I knew I shouldn't have shown you that movie," Lucas laughed as his hands drifted down to scratch his chest. One thing he had long sense found out. A good scratch went a very long way with the otter and from what he had gathered so did it with every fur. Carlson had blabbed about the whole three hour long scratch down to his friends making Lucas feel like a silly fool for the rest of the night.

The otter mumbled something but with his head tossed back and his tongue sticking out the end of his muzzle it. It was nothing more than gibberish on Lucas's ears. He took it as a sign that he was enjoying himself and continued to scratch his chest. The otter lounged out on the bed, soaking in every touch Lucas gave him, his full attention on those ten digits streaming through his fur. The end of his muzzle was resting on the pillows as he lazed across the full length of the bed, half his tail hanging off the bed swaying back and forth as he found himself in utter bliss.

Lucas bent down and kissed his belly getting a girly giggle from the otter. The otter was long, lithe and built. His muscles curved around, shaped in that dense thick fur that covered his whole body. Dark brown with an almost creamy 'coffee' color along his chest and belly. That coffee fur ran up the underside of his muzzle vanishing into the dark stubble on his chin. It crept beneath his legs diamonding out across his inner thighs. Lucas always did enjoy a good coffee.

He kissed his belly again, rubbing the extended gut as he brushed his nose against his belly button and let out another warm breath. Carlson shivered, licking his muzzle with closed eyes. Lucas nosed that extra patch of fur down a bit more, able to smell the change as his nose pumped into the curly fur of his groin. A warm musky scent that clung to the tip of his nose making him smile. Brushing his hand down his belly and along his tone thighs he pushed a bit more into that fur getting a large smell of the man he had long sense fallen for.

The otter had a very distinct scent that set him apart from others. A scent that Lucas could distinguish from any other man in the world he'd imagine. Something that belong only to him and in turn to Lucas.

Lucas's breathed heavily again making the otter shift his legs. His hand gripped his thigh as he licked the opening to the otter's sheath. Carlson took a quick breath holding it before letting it escape through clenched teeth as Lucas's tongue tasted that opening again. And again making the otter growl as his tail thumped once against the side of the bed. Pressing more into that coffee diamond fur, Lucas kissed the base of his sheath. Feeling the soft fur with his lips as it slowly began to fill. Nosing down he took another breath of the otter's sack.

Kissing one pearly orb before licking between them, up his sheath to the opening and across the exposed tip of Carlson's otterhood. Lucas went back to his sack kissing the other one pearl within. He nipped at the very base of his sheath making the otter arch his back.

"Right there," Carlson breathed as he relaxed again, grinding his ass into the bed losing himself in the feel of his love between his legs. "Right there," he cooed softly, breathing out softly as his tongue lolled out to the side.

Lucas nosed that warm sack taking another breath of him not ever wanting to forget that scent. Something he never noticed with anyone else. Maybe it was just the otter but it alone made him feel giddy and have that warm tingling feeling inside. He licked up his length again and along the half exposed otter. His flesh quivering in the sudden cold left behind as he pulled back leaving a trail of saliva along his length.

He wrapped a hand around that exposed length, thumbing the tip as he coaxed the rest of him out. Taking his time, loving the feel of the warm him in his hand. The heat alone that radiated off of it was something else.

"Your loins are on fire," Lucas joked getting an irritated grunt from the otter.

"You better fix that then," Carlson answered.

"With pleasure," Lucas kissed the emptying sheath, nosing it fondly as the rest of Carlson slipped from it into his hand. Pre had leaked from the tip, seeping down its length and lubricating it to Lucas's slow pumping motion.

Lucas pulled back looking at the otter who had hugged a pillow trying not to chirp out again as Lucas continued to stroke him, teasing his sensitive tip with his thumb. The otter tail thumped several times as he continued teasing, stroking only enough to keep him nice and hard. Carlson turned on his side towards him, bucking softly into his hand as his legs twisted up amongst themselves letting out a soft whine.

"You're an ass," the otter whined hiding his face in the pillow he was so desperately holding.

"Love you too, Owen." Lucas couldn't help but smile as he watched the otter. He was bigger and stronger than he could ever be and yet he was putty in Lucas's hands. The otter was helpless against him and he knew it and he would love it. "You are something else," Lucas laughed softly watching him.

The otter flipped him off before letting out another groan into the pillow he was intent on hiding within. Lucas just smiled continuing to entertain his love.

He had grown more attached to the otter than he ever thought he could to another soul. The way he smile and laughed sent his heart a flutter. The way he nosed at him when he was feeling neglected or simple just needed some attention. How the otter would chirp only for him or would thump his tail when he said or did that right thing. Or that no matter who they were with or where they were somehow Carlson always made him feel as if they were the only two in the world.

Lucas bent down licking the end of his length, tasting that bitter salty brew that had thickened and congealed on the end. Carlson shuddered, letting out a soft moan.

"Luke," he breathed softly. "You are a god send. And a devil."

Lucas continued to stroke and torment him and the slow pace he was steadily keeping up. Lucas admired him with a smile as he rolled his tongue in his mouth getting the full taste of the otter. "I know." He said waiting for the otter to respond.

"Prick," the otter hugged the pillow tighter not even looking at him as he bucked again into his hand.

"Don't mind if I do," Lucas replied bending down and taking his head. Cleaning the tip first before applying suction to the sensitive end making the otter twist next to him, bucking into that warmth he had amply given him.

He gave it another long lick, not neglecting the end, before laying down next to him his hard member never leaving his mouth. It took him a few seconds to get comfortable before he was pleased, closing his eyes and continued to treat his love.

The otter had other plans as he rolled over, grinding his groin against him and sliding his cock several more inches in. The otter sack landed on his face and Lucas found his nose firmly pressed into that curly fur as Carlson only partially supported his weight with his knees. He growled happily as he rocked his hips slowly into that warm crevasse under him, soaking in the feel of that warm tongue that ran along his length and the tight throat that hugged the end of him.

Lucas tapped his thigh and Carlson pulled back making sure he had more than enough room to breathe before enjoying himself once more. Letting out a loud chirp as he slowly slid back in before pulling back out again. Each time the tip spurted more. It got to the point where Lucas had to pull back just to have the time to swallow. The otter's tip pulling out at the motion leaking down his cheek. Carlson grinded forward, his length sliding down Lucas's cheek next to his chin and leaking across his shoulder and chest.

"Owen," Lucas said closing his eyes as that hefty sack slapped against his face at the otter hump that followed.

Carlson humped forward again letting out a low growl as if he didn't hear him, though the sly grin playing across his muzzle said otherwise. Lucas groaned as the otter lurched again his tip grinding against Lucas's chest. He gripped the otter's hips pulling himself up along the otter body until the tip was leaking over his face again, where it should be.

Even before he had it on his lips Lucas let out a low groan as a warm muzzle wrapped around him. Those rough bristle like whiskers tickling his sides as a cold nose pressed into his sack. The muzzle may have been short in a fur's standards but it was all Carlson needed, swallowing Lucas length whole. Letting out a warm breath through his nostrils Carlson nursed him with hunger. The air that streamed against him made Lucas shiver in delight pulling back and taking a few seconds to clear his addle mind.

Lucas found his lips around Carlson once more, feeling the otter on him shift and tighten at the warmth that blanketed his rod again. Carlson slowly slid himself in until Lucas's lips were kissing his curly fur, his nose securely buried in his sack. The otter tightened his grip on the sheet as his toes pressed into the bed, that rudder like tail giving one last final thump as Carlson let out a long moan the vibrations making Lucas close his eyes. Lucas's length slid from the otter's muzzle. The heat and musk that had built up was almost overwhelming for him getting a front row seat to both of them. He could feel the otter tense, taking a quick breath between clenched teeth as he climaxed. Lucas could feel every ribbon pulse through that length as the otter arched his back releasing himself. His sack tightened against him as his load emptied itself; every drop draining away into the man under him. Huffing as his toes gripped the sheets and pressed down into him a bit more as the last drops dribbled from the tip.

Lucas coughed a few times as Carlson withdrew. He found himself gagging a bit on the withdrawal rather than entry which he wasn't sure was a good thing or bad. He found himself with a smile on his face either way as he licked his lips, rubbing his throat. The otter back enough for the withdrawal. His knees were locked as he crouched on all fours over him breathing heavily with misty eyes. The otter teetered on those short legs, falling over to his side with a giddy laugh.

"Clam chowder anyone?" Carlson snickered stupidly to himself at a joke Lucas had heard one too many times, he hadn't laughed time or the hundred times after. He assumed it was just another one of those 'otter' things.

Carlson stared up at the ceiling breathing heavily with that idiotic grin still on his face. He wiggled his rear end, curved his back and curled around, resting on his side, the otter placed his muzzle in Lucas's lap. His tongue shot out to lick Lucas exposed self. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep if not for the tongue that shot out every few seconds to tease him.

"We need to do this more," Lucas laughed rubbing his side with a hand, streaming that thick fur between his fingers. The otter thumped his tail in agreement.

Lucas tossed a leg over his chest, the otter moved his arm up gripping the leg tightly under in his armpit as he scooted closer into his groin. Lucas scratched the back of Carlson's head that had pressed into his groin, the tip of his nose in his curls. Those whiskers tickled his side again as the otter wiggled his nose before hiding it in his fuzz again. A labored breath escaped his lips as he nosed him a bit more seeming perfectly content with life itself.

Lucas continued scratching the back of his head leaning back enjoying the feel of the otter in his groin. There really wasn't much better than having him in his life. He was in love with a very strange man.

Carlson was an otter after all. Short legged, big rudder tail, short muzzle with bristle like whiskers and round beady ears. Eyes as deep as the ocean sea that seemed to bore into ones soul. A soft smile that could warm the coldest of hearts. He had the youth and energy of a man several years younger than him while still being a soul that could be romantic unlike any other, able to make him feel like the only one in the world. That was who Lucas found himself with, who was busy hiding his face in his crotch. And he wouldn't have changed it for the world.

Lucas laid back against the bed, a bit awkwardly with his leg still tightly trapped under the otter's arm. Carlson licked again, sliding a few inches of him into his muzzle.

The otter curled his belly and legs around him giving Lucas a very lovely pillow to lay against. He tossed back his arms one along the otter back the other around his leg, getting it in his elbow and pulling them closer. He wasn't sure how the otter managed to curl into a ball with him in the middle but he had. That rudder like tail curling around his own head resting on top of Lucas's leg completing the makeshift ball.

Lucas leaned back a bit, pressing his groin into the otter face not that he seemed to mind. "I was thinking of Chinese for dinner, does that sound good to you?" He asked offhandedly taking a sharp breath as the otter gave him a rather forceful suck. "What you don't like Chinese?" Lucas tensed again at the otter's tongue slapped against him. "Shrimp stir-fry is your favorite, though."

The otter's beady ears perked up and he was about to pull back when Lucas caught him with his hand. "Finish first," Lucas said sticking his tongue down at the otter who just rolled his eyes at him sliding back into the position they had been in seconds before. Carlson's eyes closed as he nudged his nose against him taking a heavy breath and letting it out leisurely as he continued to do what he loved.

"Yorkshire, the street." Lucas clarified as he went on talking about mundane things. Carlson was sure he was talking just because he had his muzzle full, like that one time he tricked him into eating half a jar of peanut butter. "There are a few openings and I was thinking that a two room place like that would be better, over all I mean."

Carlson flopped his tail over his eyes .

"Yes I know you hate packing, and moving. I already checked out the." Lucas trailed off loosing himself for a few seconds before going on, the otter continuing his work down below. "The apartments. It's in a mix neighborhood so we shouldn't cause too much of a stir and its closer to school and your work. It'll take me a bit longer but it's a nice affordable place. We should swing by this weekend."

Lucas gasped taking a few steady breaths leaning back against him more as he let out a long drawn out groan as the otter answered him in his own way. The thick tongue wormed up one side and against the other as the otter slid the rest of him into his muzzle, his chin pressing tightly between his sack. The furry face was a strange thing Lucas had to over time get used to sinking between his legs. Although he had never gotten used to the first contact of that cold damp nose against his skin or those whiskers that tickled his sides. He never once complained about the extra length of that muzzle though.

Lucas wrapped his free leg around his shoulders and pulling him closer as he closed his eyes. His impact was never as forceful as the otter's but the consistency was what matter, not quantity he had argued about with the otter one late night. Carlson never seemed to mind just teasing him about it, explaining that was why he was the dom one in the relationship which Lucas begged to differ. "Quantity over quality my fleshy friend," the otter had explained stirring the load he had sprayed against his chest that night. "It just goes to waist, like this." Lucas said taking the otter's jizz soaked finger and licking the tip.

Carlson pulled back, his tail sliding down his muzzle resting in Lucas's groin. The otter looked up at him with those endless blues and tilted his muzzle upwards and swallowed, giving Lucas a clear view of his throat as it bulged. Something he had done for his own accord. Lucas wasn't about to complain, he thought it was sexy. Then again he thought everything the otter did was sexy. How that lithe body could move so silently, swiftly like a serpent as Carlson pressed both paws on his shoulders guiding him onto his back as his straddled his hips, sliding across his torso, his lips touching his.

His muzzle tilted to the side kissing him again. It wasn't easy for the two to get a full kiss; muzzles weren't designed for a frontal assault. You had to use tact, subtle as Carlson so coy fully explained one night in the tub as he bumped his muzzle against him tilting his head to the side and kissing him. It was a submissive gesture that several furs wouldn't do. Such a small thing said so much about the otter on Lucas's chest.

It had taken a keen eye and several trials before Lucas could get down the signs of what he was feeling. The flicker of the ears as he kissed him. The twitch of a whisker or how they became rigid at a touch. The tension that built up in the otter's tail when they locked eyes or how he straightened his back up when he was trying to impress him. Fur's didn't convey emotions as he was used to, having to take those subtle signs as cues to what they were really feeling. They were easier to read than any humans but one had to look for the clues. The best and worst poker face, sense most humans didn't bother trying to figure it out. And sense he couldn't just give him a good whiff and now what he feeling Lucas took extra effort trying to catch these clues. And the man he had here with him now he could read like an open book. He was head over 'tail' in love with him. That much was obvious though.

Lucas closed his eyes as he rolled his head back exposing his neck to the otter who had been busy kissing it. Nuzzling it with the side of his muzzle before licking across it roughly, deliberately slow. His breath wavering before exhaling along the whole of it.

"What's the occasion?" Lucas sighed bring his hands up to rub the otters chest.

Carlson nipped at one of his nipples, resting his forehead against his chest. "You ruined the moment, was only trying to get it back." He grumbled looking back up at him.

Lucas wrapped his arms around his back giving him a forceful hug, 'oofing' as the otter landed full bodily on top of him. He coughed a few times trying to roll the otter over but he wouldn't budge, pleased with how things ended up. He could very stubborn sometimes.

"Well, I figured, with you. We always have a moment no matter the situation." Lucas shrugged bumping noses with the otter who murred at the gesture.

"That's so corny." Carlson pressed down on him a bit more a deep growl escaping his lips. Half-closed eyes, ears back and whiskers rigid Lucas noted. He liked the comment and was touched by it, and now he was getting frisky again.

"And we both know," Lucas stated pressing him back a bit. "That you loved it."

Carlson shrugged pulling back a bit. The way his ears sagged and the tension in his shoulders, the lack of eye contact told him he had hit it dead on. Embarrassing the poor man.

The otter rolled on his side pulling his arms up close to his chest, a very meek very submissive state the otter had taken without even noticing. Lucas took one of his paws tightly in hand, giving it a good squeeze before kissing the top of it. "Owen, love. You don't need to be ashamed or anything."

"About what?" The otter grumbled childishly but the edges of his muzzle was betraying his smile. The tip of his tail curled and the sound coming from his chest giving him away.

"That you're the most beautiful, gorgeous, handsomely sexy man I have ever seen in my life." Lucas said matter of factly. The otters eyes widened and a rusty red blush took his cheeks and ears. "From the tip of your muzzle to the end of your tail." Lucas scooted back a bit to get a full view of the otter who was beaming at him with sparkling eyes.

Lucas's elbow hit the edge of the bed, he never liked being next to the edge but he went on. "I have never really thought about a fur in my life. But being here with you, after all these months we've been together. After everything, I couldn't possible imagine myself being in love with any other man but you. Head over tail in love," he laughed a bit. An expression Carlson had used a while back, apparently it meant a lot to a fur. "Hell, I even kept the shell you gave me the day on the beach. I would've tossed that thing away for anyone else but not for my silly, loveable, drop dead sexy otter-," Lucas cut off as he jumped as the otter pounced him. The forced bouncing the two off the bed, crashing on the floor, tangled up partially in the sheets. And that was why he hated the side of the bed.

"...Love you too," Lucas grumbled as the otter kissed him, some signs were a lot less subtle.