Here we are...again

Like i said, I support this pairing and if you don't I suggest going somewhere else.
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He had no clue how it came to be...but, here he was...again...with the his blue-feathered teammate. Fucking him like no tomorrow.

Heck, he could still freshly remember the days when they would quarrel about the most dumbest things.

But, here he was, banging no one other than Falco Lombardi himself.

He closed his eyes tightly as he heard Falco moaning again.Why did he have to be so loud?

"Falco...keep this up and you'll wake both Slip and Peppy up for sure..."

"Shut-up! You don't think I know that?"

"There you go again..."

"SHUT-UP!"

Falco began to earnestly rub his bare groin amongst Fox's. For the first time that evening, it became Fox's turn to moan. Falco smirked evilly. Please with the reaction from his furry captain.

"Yeah...I figured you'd like that..."

Fox cracked open one eye to glare up at the smirking Falcon. In an instant he had the blue bird pinned and the situation had flipped.

"Why don't you give your leader a chance to show you how it's done, eh Falco?"

"You...ass..."

"Not quite."

Smirking, he began to reach down for his winged companion's member and sqeeze it to what he himself would have found pleasurable. He earned himself an bird-like gasp from the falcon.

"Shhhhit...Fox! That feels...it's...IT'S..."

He hushed him.

"Don't bother...I already know."

He swiftly began to make his way down Falco's body and came face to face with the bird's member. Breathing heavily he lunged downward and began to nibble on his prey. He was shocked and extremely turned on by the moaning and squawking he began to receive. At this point, he really didn't care who heard them. Besides, most of the rooms were nearly soundproof.

"FOX! SHIT FOX! YOU BETTER NOT STOP OR I SWEAR I'LL..."

"You'll what?"

Fox looked up smirking, curious to see what exactly the bird was thinking. He widened his eyes at the sweaty, breathless, and lusty-eyed winged creature that was lying before him. He really had Falco worked up. Or...so he thought...

Falco snapped his head up. Raging lust filled his eyes.

"WHAT IN THE HELL, FOX? WHY THE HELL DID YOU STOP?"

A wicked idea came into the canine's head.

"Because we're doing it wrong. Flip over Falco."

"WHAT?"

"I said flip over Falco."

"WHAT KIND OF ORDER IS THAT???"

"The kind your commanding officer issues to you in a situation like this. Now, FLIP OVER!"

Grunting, Falco complied. Before he knew it, Fox had inserted himself into his back hind and was thrusting away. The room began to feel clouded to both of them and musty sweat smells began to take over...as well as animal instinct. Fox reached around to Falco's front as he began to feel himself coming closer to the edge. He began to help Falco toward completion.

"Falco...Falco...dammit FALCO!"

"FOX...AHHH SHIT FOX!KEEP...KEEP...GOD FOX!"

Soon, both pilots were seeing white which began to shine brighter and brighter...until...

"FALCO!!!"

"FOX! FOX! FOX!!!!"

He collapsed on top of the bird. Feeling limp. Falco grunted beneath him which Fox knew was a sign he did not want Fox laying on his back any longer. Fox pulled himself out, feeling a little cold at the loss of contact. Falco flipped over. Now Fox was laying on top of Falco, legs wrapped around each other and now deflated members mashed against each other. Fox found his voice first, as the bird was still flushed and panting hard.

"Not bad Falco..."

"heh, not so bad yourself."

"No really...I'm surprised."

"Yeah? Keh, and to think we got away with making all this noise again."

"Disappointed?"

"Not in the least."

He pulled Fox close and both drifted off to sleep.
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What did you think? If it was good enough to continue or do more of this pair, let me know, k?