Double Shot

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There he is. Eyes like endless pools of starry night sky, staring into the glaring sunlight of my amber irises. My chest tightens; I instinctively release the tension with a breath and smile my most charming smile. His lop ears cascade down narrow shoulders, framing his round, button-nosed face. His awkward smile widens, exposing two blocky front teeth with a sweet little gap in the center, as I step up to the Applewood Cafe counter for the third time this week.

The barista I’ve been crushing on, Aiden – his name tag reads in curly letters, the “i” dotted with a heart- begins his script as soon as I reach the butcher board counter. 

His voice is soft and welcoming, as always. Fuck, he’s adorable. 

“Good evening, welcome to Applewood Cafe.” This is where he breaks his script… for me. “The usual?”

Stars twinkle in his eyes as they linger a moment too long on my muzzle. Our flirtatious dance continues, but today I plan to take things up a notch.

I pretend to consider his offering, holding my elongated chin as I take in his soft features. Downy blond Fur covers his lopped ears that end around his waistline. His figure is thin and slender in a beautifully delicate way, like the stem of a shy flower. He has a small golden star pierced through his left eyebrow and a fire star sign embroidered upon the right breast of the chunky knit, gray sweater peeking out from behind a black apron boasting the woodgrain apple of the Applewood Cafe logo. The urge to draw the barista is overwhelming, the painter in me screaming to preserve his beauty on canvas.

A sly smirk tugs at my lips as I slowly lean forward, resting my weight on the counter, showing off the lean muscle of my forearms up to my shoulders. All these years of working out are finally paying off. 

“I think I’d like to add some excitement to my Day actually,” I spare him a flirtatious, knowing glance. “You appear to be a fur of refined taste. What’s your type?…  I’m talking about espresso preference, of course.” I grin like a buck who found a fresh spring in a drought, as a blush blooms beneath his thin silver framed round glasses at the implication of my question.

He twists the end of a long ear shyly as if it were hair. His eyes dart down before landing on my gaze once again. A nervous chuckle escapes him.

“I- I personally prefer the double shot… um medium roast espresso… with uh heavy cream if you’re feeling… how do you say? Adventurous,” he responds sweetly, brushing a floppy ear over his shoulder. Watching him fidget causes heat to pool in my stomach and groin. I can’t believe it’s finally happening, he’s following my lead.

“Oh, do you now,” a deep chuckle rumbles as I tap a medium-brown, furred finger on the wooden counter. His eyes widen as the realization sets in, eyes lingering on my long artist fingers before meeting mine once again. “Well that’s good to know,” I tug at the collar of my navy blue and white striped, button-down shirt. “I have a thing for blonds… blonde espresso that is.”

Aiden looks like he might go into cardiac arrest, but nevertheless he returns my advances with a shy, flirtatious smile.

“I’ll take a single shot of blonde espresso with an extra shot… to go,” I gesture with a tilt of my antlers in the direction the all gender washroom in the back hallway.

Aiden stumbles at my boldness looking around the mostly empty cafe, “M-my pleasure, uh- just a moment. Your drink is on the house for uh- being a regular customer.” Most furs of his kind are adorable, but the precious chuckle that punctuates his stammering puts all other rabbits to shame. I feel pressure building in my trousers, my time is running short. It won’t be long before a bulge is glaringly visible to the others in the cafe.

I thank him with a wink before casually making my way to the washroom and note that the only other two customers in the cafe are thankfully cluelessly absorbed in their tablets.

As I enter the dim hall, I hear Aiden quickly let his lone coworker know he’s going on a 10 minute break. I close myself in the little washroom.

A warm light illuminates the small room, occupied by a toilet, urinal, a small teal cushioned bench, a wash basin, and a teal framed mirror. The walls are finished with natural wood paneling adding to the cozy atmosphere I’ve come to expect from Applewood. I settle onto the bench and wait.

A few beats later the door creaks open, Aiden peers around it cautiously, nose twitching curiously. His shoulders relax as his wide eyes land on my figure on the bench across from the door.

I stand and approach him. Once he’s entered the room fully, I push the door closed behind him bringing us muzzle to muzzle. I rest my hand above him on the door frame, using my other to lock the door, enclosing him between my arms.

I lean forward close enough to feel the warmth of his breath across my winter chilled muzzle, and to my surprise he places his soft padded hands on my chest, innocent eyes never leaving mine. His head barely reaches my chin. I take him in with half-lidded eyes. At this proximity, the scent of roasted coffee, caramel, and a hint of sweet cinnamon wafts from his clothes.

I wait for him to make the first move. It’s not more than a beat before he raises onto the pads of his toes and gently brushes his white patched button nose across mine. I place a hand behind his head, gently joining my lips with his.

My heart pounds as it settles over me that this moment we’ve been building towards for almost a week is finally crashing over us like a tidal wave. Suddenly he’s not close enough, the tension reaching its peak. The energy intensifies as our kiss deepens. Longing builds, and I need more. More of him with his sweet smile and gentle eyes.

The urgency to get more of him takes over as I press my toned figure into his thin frame, feeling a growing stiffness between us, no two actually. He pauses, taking in a breath against my lips, slowly opening his eyes to reveal dark, endless pools of desire. I take the cue and guide him to the bench.

I slowly reach for his chin and look hard into his eyes dragging a finger across his bottom lip, a fire blazing in my core. I gesture at his trousers with a quick glance. He doesn’t skip a beat in removing his belt. I help him slide the black cargo pants to his ankles before slipping the tips of my fingers into the waistband of his white briefs. I give him another chance to change his mind as I look into his expression again; all I see is passion, lust. 

His member bounces free as I slide the briefs down into the trousers around his ankles, then I remove my own boxers and pants. I rise to meet his gaze once again then place my hands on his thin shoulders and press him onto the bench. I kneel before him, looking for any sign in his face that he’s changed his mind, but his expression screams “please, don’t stop”.

I take his hard cock into my hand; it takes both fists to hold its length. He’s rock hard, and a dewdrop of precum seeps from the pink tip. My eyes never leave his as I slowly lap up the droplet. He tastes salty and bright, oddly enough similar to the acidity of cold brew. 

His eyes roll back as my tongue glides over his member. I want to take a photo, so I can paint him in the dim warm light of the washroom, flushed with eyes full of lust and longing… for me. It feels so good to be desired.

I guide my tongue down his shaft and back up again before taking in as much of his throbbing cock as I can manage, saliva dripping from the corners of my muzzle. He lets out a sigh and places a hand on my head between my antlers, brushing his fingers through my wavy chestnut hair. I place one hand on his side and the other around my own cock as I begin rhythmically sheathing his length into my wet mouth, salty precum slowly dripping down my throat. I use my other hand to slowly stroke my own swollen member in rhythm.

I pick up the pace when his front teeth sink into his bottom lip, withholding groans of pleasure and closing his eyes. His cock begins to throb, so I take him deep until my nose almost touches his pelvis, and he bucks with a muffled groan. His hand grips one of my antlers, legs shaking from the release, as his hot load shoots down my throat and I eagerly swallow it down making a show of cleaning him up with my tongue. 

I stand so that my throbbing cock is level with his muzzle, and he doesn’t miss a beat. He confidently grips my cock and closes his mouth tightly around the entirety of its length, about a fist. The sheer sensation of someone else holding my member sent a shock wave through my system, but the warmth of his mouth and the wet caress of his tongue is too much to bear. I suppress a groan as the tension of the last week erupts in climax, shooting my cream into his muzzle. I expect it was a fairly large load, since I’ve been on edge for the last week and wasn’t getting much action before that. Confirming my suspicions, there’s a long gulp before he unsheaths my cock from his sticky muzzle.

I get back down on my knees, burying my face into his lap and wrapping my arms around his waist. He slumps back against the wall, stroking my hair again.

The only sound in the small washroom is our heavy breathing, until he chuckles, and whispers, “sorry, I know you ordered a double shot to-go, but it is on the house.” I can hear the bright toothy grin on his face. I am taken aback by humor that I didn’t expect from him.

He sits up and pulls me to him for one last kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, each other’s seed mixing together. My hands memorize his soft body beneath the chunky knit sweater.

We regretfully pull away as a timer on his watch beeps, indicating the end of his break. A worried look passes over his features as he grabs my upper arm, “will you be back tomorrow?!”

I stifle a chuckle, “of course, but maybe next time I can actually get a blonde to go,” I grin looking around the small room. “You know, outside of this cafe… with you?”

He sheepishly grins and nods with a twitch of his soft button nose.

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