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Frank violently opened the door to his apartment, causing everything in his home to shake.
"Come on, Michael," the fox supported the slumping badger into his house. They went straight into Frank's room, where he helped his friend sit on the bed.
"Let's see…" Frank casually lifted the badger's shirt, revealing the makeshift gauze made out of Mnesis's torn outfit. He inspected it with great focus. Blood had already started to seep through the cloth.
Michael wasn't worried much, instead taking in the sights of the fox's room. It was full of used clothes lying absolutely everywhere. Only the barest essentials were spared contact with fox musk. The badger snickered quietly.
"Heh, as messy as ever, Frank. I thought we did an intervention just last month," he teased the fox.
What was meant to be a friendly jab shook the smaller guy to the core. He looked around nervously and moved away from his injured friend, completely distraught. With a moment of vulnerability, he forgot which has the higher priority: helping the badger or at least slightly cleaning his room.
Michael boomed with a laugh, quickly interrupted by a pained grunt. Can't do that yet.
"You're fine, Frank. Go fix that medkit," Michael, being the voice of reason, caused the fox to come out of his stupor.
"O-oh, of course! Hold down your wound!" The sight of the fox scurrying fast out of the room was pretty funny to the badger.
Barely a few seconds passed when Frank came back with the whole box. Over-prepared as ever.
"Okay, let me take those rags off."
The badger thought Frank was being too cruel to his old outfit, but decided not to voice his opinion.
The "gauze" was quickly taken off, revealing Michael's bloody side, which was merely half an hour ago pierced by a villain able to create spears out of some supernatural substance. The badger was a victim of one, the armor finally relenting after dozens of strikes.
Still, the wound did get a bit smaller and wasn't bleeding as much as before. Seeing the bracelet's regenerative powers kept impressing the fox.
Without any warning, he began disinfecting the wound, earning a loud grunt from the badger. Michael managed to stay in place, though.
"Fuck, warn me at least!"
"Sorry, sorry," Frank answered, but still kept going at it. At least the badger had time to brace himself this time.
"You know I don't need as much treatment, I'll fix myself right up."
"I remember you bleeding quite profusely in that alleyway. Even if the outside heals up, your insides will take much longer, right?"
Michael just scoffed at the fox, clearly seeing nothing that serious. The spear missed the most important stuff, all he needed was a good rest; He could keep going. That's how the bracelet worked - keeping him in the fight as long as possible.
"And… you wouldn't have this if I reacted sooner…" the fox mumbled, revealing the core of his issue to treat Michael.
The horse villain proved to be a force to be reckoned with when he was on his last legs. The overwhelming offense right at the end took them by surprise, especially Mnesis in a very vulnerable moment. Thus Templar had to shield his partner with his own body.
Michael simply smiled and interrupted the fox with a pat on his head, ruffling his hair.
"Remember, I would've been outmatched there without you. He would've slipped away. Instead, we beat his ass."
He truly appreciated the fox being there. Even now, treating him with such passion.
Frank blushed but made no attempt to brush the hand away. Still, the badger allowed him to work, now in silence. Not counting occasional grunts of pain.
Soon the wound was taken care of, with actual bandages to boot. Michael moved a bit to test things out, but it was perfect.
"Thanks, Frank. Though I have to ask, why do it at your place? I had the energy to go back to our safehouse at least."
Frank slapped the spot where the badger's wound was now hidden, causing a loud hiss.
"The closest safehouse was still further away than here."
"So mean," Michael grumbled, but quickly had a smile back on his muzzle. He began stretching, both arms and legs, allowing Frank to sneak a peek at his body.
"But man, that was a good fight. Challenging too! The guy panicked too much at the end there, never felt bloodlust from him. All in all, though, he was a good sport."
Frank noticed the badger enjoyed good sparring. His nose kept twitching, but he didn’t comment on it.
"Yeah, if I didn't fuck up at the very end…"
The fox couldn't finish, because Michael gently wrapped his hand around the fox's muzzle and then caressed it.
"Don't say that. You were invaluable," causing another blushing from his friend, he laughed freely, scratching the cute muzzle from beneath.
He took in the sights: Frank still kneeling down and avoiding eye contact, although with a visible smile on him. Michael was still ready for action, and since the fox had thought to take him here… Why not take the invitation further?
"Dunno about you, but I'm still raring to go. We're already here, so what do you say we celebrate our win…" he paused, bringing the fox's muzzle up so Frank met his gaze.
"... by having some fun?"
Frank audibly sighed. He knew his big friend, after a good fight, had too much energy to spare. Not to mention he started smelling badger's growing arousal when he was treating him. Perhaps the intimate moment was riling the man up.
Still, there was no discontent on his muzzle, his tail swishing a bit and sneaking a look at the chubby in the badger's pants.
"You mean how you'd be the only one celebrating?" Frank teased, but still complied by repositioning himself on the floor.
"Oh no, I just really enjoyed the position you were in. Of course I wouldn't leave a friend in a bind," he said while in the middle of taking his pants down. The fox helped him with it. In one quick swoop, the badger's meat stood proudly, Michael now sitting naked on Frank's bed.
The underwear was a mess from all the pre, and the badger's tip still glistened with it.
"Fine, you deserve a reward for always having my back," Frank said and opened his muzzle, inviting the cock in.
Michael sighed in pleasure, happy that Frank already joked about the incident. He again rested his hand on the fox's head, but let him do what he wanted.
And Frank was taking in the scents the workout from before had brought. He didn't lick off all the pre, rather he made sure the dick was now coated with both precum and his own saliva, to allow himself easier work.
The fox's left hand rested on the badger's nuts, massaging them gently, as he went down to pleasure his friend.
Michael kept sighing in contentment, petting Frank's head and playing with his hair. Normally the smaller guy would've had complaints about it, but the badger was an exception who could treat him like this… depending on the fox’s mood.
Frank kept bobbing his head further and further, now able to fit the badger's entire dick, much to the owner's pleasure. A result of many practice sessions beforehand, something Micheal was happy to indulge.
The sloppy sounds were getting very loud, with how much saliva mixed with pre was in the fox's mouth now. The constant, rhythmic sucking was music to Michael's ears. Frank was very talented and methodical in what he did, by now expertly aware of exactly what to do to push the badger over the edge.
Hell, the sound of Frank needing to swallow the excess saliva and it still dripping down to the floor were riling the badger up even more.
He cupped the fox's cheek and prompted him to stop. Frank looked at him, surprised, saliva dripping from his mouth. Michael couldn't believe how cute the fox was acting.
"Come on, I can see and smell your hard dick from here. Lie down on the bed, I'll take care of both of us."
That made Frank pause for a moment.
"Michael, you're hurt right now. You shouldn't—" The badger interrupted his friend by wiping the saliva off his lips.
"Then I'll use my hips more. Let me show you kiddo I've still got it," he smirked confidently, not thinking even once he wouldn't be able to top in his state.
Frank just sighed and stood up. He was about to remove his clothes when Michael scooped him up and laid him down on the bed beside him.
"Hey!"
The badger responded with a cocky, horny grin on his muzzle and stood up himself. Now towering even more, he began undressing the fox. Frank tried to help him, but in the end the badger did it faster by himself.
The fox was lying down on his back, now wearing only his upper clothing with ass in the open. Michael threw the pants next to the other pile of dirty clothes. After he did the same with his own pants, he finally spread his cute friend's legs, having full access to the dripping fox cock.
Frank, made suddenly so very vulnerable, almost instinctively tried to cover himself up.
Michael didn't allow that, with one swoop bending over the fox and taking his entire dick into his mouth, slurping all the delicious pre the fox produced.
With a little pain, but it was worth it.
Frank tensed very hard at this sudden action, his toes curling from pleasure. He just barely muffled his loud grunt.
The badger swirled his tongue aggressively, teasing the fox's sensitive head, before coming to a sudden stop.
Frank, panting now heavily, shot a glare at the badger.
"Now, let's see that prize. I haven't seen it in so long," Michael grabbed Frank by the legs and positioned his ass by the edge of the bed, holding the legs up high in the air.
"You saw it two weeks ago…"
"I meant what I said," the badger responded, grabbing a bottle of lube from the nearby nightstand, most of it already used up during their previous encounters. He poured it on his finger, then covered the fox's hole with the cold liquid, making Frank shiver.
"Now… ready for the first finger?" Michael asked, which made Frank tense up for a moment before he remembered to actually try to relax.
"Y-yeah," the fox answered, a bit sheepishly, this part always being the least pleasant for him.
Without further ado, the badger penetrated his friend's ass with his whole finger right off the bat. Frank hissed loudly while the badger swirled inside him, making sure he was nice and loose.
The badger gave him a little break from the assault, before starting again. After all these sessions though, it didn't take long for the fox to be more or less comfortable with one finger.
"Now the second one," Michael lubed his fingers even more and pierced the fox again, making him grunt once more. Now with two fingers it was even easier to stretch the fox to the limits, but just to be sure…
"And the third one," the badger confirmed with Frank, who simply nodded away. This one was to fill him up; Michael just liked seeing the fox's ass so open.
It was finally time for the main event.
"Ready, kiddo?" He asked with a smirk, rubbing his cock right over the fox's hole, which almost sucked it up inside.
"Yeah. Do it, Michael," the fox was now eager, unable to deal with his ass being so empty.
With the fox’s legs still up high, all Michael needed to do was to press his hips and insert himself into the warm, twitching entrance, prime for fucking.
Frank still hissed a little bit, but the badger didn't miss how his cock jumped and shot out a bit of pre.
He gave his smaller comrade time to adjust, fucking him slowly, but always up to the hilt.
"I think I'm fine now. Go on and have fun," the fox said while panting.
"Oh, I'll make sure you enjoy it. Just like… that!" The badger took the opportunity to slam into his friend's ass with no remorse, earning a cute, high-pitched moan. Frank covered his mouth way too late.
"What a cute sound, feel free to do more."
The badger now started to pound his friend's cute ass with vigor you wouldn't expect from an injured person. Just to prove to the fox that there was nothing to worry about. Of course, that was just one reason. He was still going to happily drain himself inside him.
The loud sound of their bodies slamming together reverberated throughout the room, with Frank trying his hardest not to alert his neighbors with his moans.
Michael took it as a challenge, wanting to make the fox moan even louder. He tried to angle his dick so it more easily hit the prostate, or started hammering away at the poor fox, with no stops to take a breath. The latter proved more successful, as the fox was struggling not to shoot early, his moans less and less muffled.
Michael loved his friend trying so hard to hold off so they would cum together. Not that it happened often, but he enjoyed the enthusiasm. With his cock being sucked in by the eager hole and in trying to make the fox squirm, he was also getting close.
But just as he was deciding if he should prolong the fun even more…
Suddenly, they both heard a notification sound, but coming directly into their ears. Someone from the Sentinels was trying to contact one of them.
Frank looked quite annoyed, as he was enjoying his time with Michael too much to have it interrupted.
The badger, however, just smirked. Frank immediately picked up what he was going to do, but Michael tapping his ear was quicker than the incoming rebuttal.
"Templar here, over," he casually answered the call, making Frank cover his mouth and stare daggers at the mischievous badger.
"Where are you? You engaged with a superpowered individual and apparently apprehended him, but still failed to deliver a report," it was Unbound who called. Vigilant as ever.
"Hnn, sorry. The guy did a number on me and pierced my stomach. I'm recuperating at Mnesis's house, at his insistence," the badger kept casually pounding his short friend throughout the conversation, at a slower, but much more forceful pace.
"Understood. In the future, please deliver the report faster. When will you be able to come back to the base?" She sounded more relieved than angry.
"Hm, I think we're actually gonna head out soon. I was resting for a bit."
Michael suddenly grabbed the fox's twitching cock, its owner apparently enjoying the dirty and dangerous situation they were in. He slammed right into the fox and rubbed the cockhead, earning a muffled grunt followed by a moan.
Frank, taken by complete surprise, shot right there in a luscious amount, not being the type to jerk off as a habit. The cum traveled far, hitting him right in the eye and painting his shirt in the fluid. The badger basked in the hot display.
"... Very well. Please come back soon."
"Roger, we'll be there soon. Over," the badger finished the conversation and tapped his ear again.
"Damn, kiddo. Everytime you cum, I can't get over how much comes out of you."
"You're… Goddamn crazy asshole… Who did you talk to?"
Michael only smiled at his mischievous plan working out better than expected.
"Ah, who cares. I promised we'd be at the base soon, so let me indulge myself a little real quick."
With that, the badger gripped the fox's legs hard and started jackhammering so strongly, the entire bed started shaking and creaking.
With eyes closed, he focused on the wonderful feeling of the inside of the fox's ass to bring himself ever closer to finishing.
Frank, even if spent, continued to moan and groan, the treatment still able to keep his erection up.
With one powerful slam, Michael flooded the fox's body with his warm cum. Right where it belonged.
They both huffed loudly, with Michael rolling his tongue out and looking utterly satisfied at his partner. Frank had a similar look, however mixed with a lot of other emotions.
"Fuck, if I knew we'd need to go this quickly, I would’ve had you cum elsewhere, or in a condom."
"Heh, perhaps. Can't deny you missed this feeling though, right?"
"... No. You really know how to give it, old man."
Michael laughed heartily at the fox's quip. He decided not to disclose that several times he actually felt some annoying pain shooting through his sides. He proved his point that he's resilient enough, regardless.
"Be careful, kiddo, or you'll make this old man give you a couple more lessons."
"Let's start getting ready to head out. I need to take a thorough shower thanks to you. Getting this out of my fur will be a nightmare."
The badger marveled at how anticlimactic the fox always made things.
"You don't need to be that thorough, you wear your getup anyway. Aside from the torn cloak," Michael answered while pulling out of the fox. The hole, still pulsing and dripping with cum, was a sight to behold.
"No," the fox gave only a curt response before finally standing… Or trying to, as he wobbled immediately, only staying upright because Michael caught him.
"Wow, easy. You can't just walk after getting that special O'Connors treatment. You're now more hurt than I am. Should I let you rest?"
"Shut up," Frank punched the badger in the shoulder, if it can be called that, with how weak it was. Such a response only made Michael laugh, proud of himself.
Frank looked around the room, growing visibly confused.
"Where did you put my clothes?"
"Hmm? Right the—" The badger tried to point out where he threw the fox's pants and underwear, but… they weren't there. As if they were somehow swallowed by the room already filled with dirty clothes.
Curiously, the badger was successful in locating his own pants.
"Ugh, please look for it while I shower. I had my phone in there."
"Fine, I'll do that. Have fun cleaning yourself up."
Frank groaned as he headed for the bathroom, while Michael stared after him.
The arduous task was a bit of a pain, but watching that fox’s ass dripping with cum as he left the room made it all worth it.