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Dirty Laundry

Chapter One

By Roofles

Just wanted to do some more side things before trying to continue or start up another big piece. I'll be putting out a lot of single chapters of things. Mostly just porn 'cause we don't got enough of that on this site lol plus I really did want to do a story with a lion

It had been a long, tiring day. To say Sloan had been working since daybreak would've been generous. Somehow, the lion had found himself coming in at the ass crack of dawn into the firm to start a nonstop day. One case after another. Before the sun had even begun to rise! That time of day in the morning where no one is out on the road and only the poor bastards, like Sloan, had to go in to work; that or the night crew whom were heading home.

The lion turned off the lights in his office that late night and walked back over to the desk. His heavy paws felt particularly weighty that evening as he trudged over; wanting nothing more than to turn the PC off and head home for the night.

To an empty apartment. An empty fridge. And an empty bed…

Only to be forced to return the next day to continue this slow grind towards death. It would be a released from all of this.

Sloan had no such luck though as he took a heavy seat in his chair and turned back towards the bright screen needing to finish this before the clock ticked twelve and the next day began.

There was plenty of things to finish up and despite his wanting need to just toss in the towel and quit, he forced himself to continue to type away at a keyboard two sizes too small for the large feline hands. The chair was killing his ass and his tail was being pinched on the side of the seat, again. Whoever had gotten him the chair hadn't planned for someone with a tail to sit in the damned thing. There was no back hole for it and Sloan had to spend all day moving his tail from one side to the other. Forced to sit on it for half the day during a meeting.

The thing was beginning to kill him and a dark thought told him to just cut the damned thing off.

“A human will know no such pain as a pinched tail…" Sloan only sighed heavily, slumping over his desk and running his large pink padded fingers through his once luxurious mane. The long day had left it a frizzy mess.

Be it the fact the AC automatically turned off after normal working hours earlier in the day or that Sloan had to go from one meeting to the next. Stuffed into small elevators moving from floor to floor and somehow to even smaller meetings rooms than the previous ones. The large carnivore was one of the few that had to move from different floors while the much smaller species got to sit around on their fat asses to wait for him.

Sloan knew why that was though he didn't dare bring it up to HR.

They'd berate and scold him for being late, despite the fact Sloan had arrived on time to each and every one of the meetings. It wasn't his fault the company was about to go under; everyone just taking their frustrations out on the one manager that was the office punching bag.

The predator unable to do anything about it. The herbivores purposefully doing it out of some sick satisfaction towards his species towards something his ancestors had done in the stone ages.

Pulling on his collar, the lion snarled loudly hooking a clawed finger around his tie and practically ripping it off. The red fabric hung around his neck, over his black suit as he eased back in his chair. The summer heat was beginning to set in even during the nights leaving the furry feline toasting in his own hide. Golden strands of fur from his body and reddish brown strands from his mane covered his black suit. No matter how many times he used the lint remover, he'd never been able to get them all out.

He knew he looked like a fool and still he did his job and was rewarded for it with more work.

“The never ending cycle." Sloan rested back in his chair, the thing creaking in protest from his weight as he eyed the open window. “No wonder why people jump." He laughed aloud. A sad, defeatist tone filling his office. The window was open due to the AC having been turned off on his floor. No one was supposed to be working and yet here he was.

Claws open a couple buttons on his jackets, zipping the front of his pants down halfway and kicking his shoes off was a good way to start to relax. Or try too. Flexing his toes, Sloan rubbed over them with a hand growling to himself about the absurdity of wearing shoes as mandate for everyone in the company.

Not everyone was created equally and the lion needed room to stretch his toes. He was surprised they weren't bleeding after today. Both his hefty paws were killing him and no matter how much he rubbed over them, they still barked. The irony of that wasn't lost on the large feline.

The hard working male could smell himself. There was something both revolting and enticing about that. That strong manly musk coming off the feline. Even though he showered and groomed, using the fur deodorant; the long day and sweat had taken care of all his hard work leaving him a rugged manly mess.

The thought did bring a bit of a smile to Sloan's face. He was a large guy and had always been called handsome; though that was a little strange coming from colleagues. His thick tawny gold fur was a family trait, along with the reddish brown mane encircling his head. He kept it well trimmed back compared to what some other lions did but wasn't about to shave it off either. Manes were easy to stylized and it would be such a shame to just cut it off.

Back in college he had cut it way back to just a chinstrap during his football years. His brothers had done something similar, stylizing it down for sports or band. Something their father hadn't been too pleased with. It was traditional after all to let the mane grow out, not cut it back.

Sloan let the breeze wash over his face from the open window as he took a single second off to reminisce about the past a bit. The lion had skipped his breaks, his lunch and was currently doing underpaid overtime for the firm. It was, ironically, a lawsuit waiting to happen. Sloan deserved at least a five minute reprieve and wouldn't let anyone get in the way of that.

And it was as if the very second he had such a thought it was soon interrupted.

Light from the door hit him square in the face making the rather large, imposing lion bare his fangs in a grimace. Someone peaking in on him, probably to make sure he was still doing his job. Or seeing if someone was here.

“Oh, sorry boss." Logan started with. The human just gave him a wave as if saying goodbye. “Didn't know you were still stuck here." The ever upbeat intern laughed. The sound of laughter was the exact thing the lion did NOT need in his life right now.

The door shut and for a second, Sloan thought he'd get a few more seconds to himself before that energetic voice piped up once more. The lion could only frown in return, forcing his tired eyes open to look at the young man standing before him.

“I got you a drink." Logan began taking a random cup of coffee from the drink carrier and putting it on the desk. Sloan dull blue eyes drifted down to the cup. Someone else's name was on the side.

“Unless my new name is Janet… from accounting," Sloan sighed leaning forward and rubbing two fingers up over his muzzle against his weary eyes. He did not have time for this. “This is not my drink…"

“Oh, that!" Logan just started up again as if he hadn't been working as long as the lion had today. Where this intern got the energy, Sloan would never know. “Well, see. She's not here. And I figured when I saw you in here all alone… in the dark…" The human took a moment to pause at that, looking around the dreary office.

There was judgment in that voice. Sloan did not appreciate that.

“Continue, please." Sloan groaned out, rolling one large finger to get this over with. Once Logan said his peace, the human could leave him alone to finish his work. The pointed tip of the claw was beginning to show from the finger; a noticeable sign to anyone of the feline's agitation.

And Logan missed it entirely as he just went on.

“You could do with some coffee!" Logan just perked right back up, smiling in the dark room as if he hadn't stopped talking to begin with.

Sloan's predatory eyes could see in the dimly lit room, even with the blindingly white screen next to him. He was sure Logan couldn't. And despite that, there wasn't a trace of fear in the air from the human who had disturbed the lion in its den.

Ignorance was truly bliss.

Sloan sighed heavily. “Thank you." The feline reached out for the drink.

“Logan." The intern said with a smile, not moving from the spot he was standing as he offered the drink in turn.

The lion took a second at that, looking the human square in the face… before shaking off the rather harsh insult he was about to roar out at the dimwitted man. Instead, Sloan just popped the top off the drink and soon found it to be a sugar free latte.

Despite it being cold, it was delicious and exactly what the lion needed at that moment. The older male about to fall asleep on the spot.

Be it in morbid curiosity at the tongue lapping at the top of the espresso, a steam milk drink or how the white light from the screen was giving Logan a clear outline of the lion's muscular, bare chest and broad shoulders… Logan stood there as the lion took a long thankful drank of coffee. The intern giving his boss a good once over before focusing back on that feline face with another smile.

Logan had seen Mr. Kincaid around the office plenty of times. It was hard not to notice the lion walking up and down the hallways as if he owned the place. With his head held up high, chest out, shoulder's back the take charge feline and a certain air about him that instantly attracted the human to him. One of the few predators that managed to rise up in the ranks within the lawfirm.

Logan had discussed the matter, curios about the feline, with his colleagues. Fishing around for information on the infamous Kincaid. The others figured it was because the company had to meet a “quota" and Mr. Kincaid ended up fitting the bill. The other guy, a rather large black fur wolf, had been so blood chillingly uncomfortable to be around no one else had shown up. Not even the person that had been planning to interview them.

Not that Logan minded. The predator had this confidence about him that was such an attractive quality. A certain kind of strength and grace only a large cat could possibly possess. It was almost unnatural just how smooth Mr. Kincaid made his way around the office. With his size and girth, one would think he'd be bumping into each and everything along the way to the break room. Instead, the lion could easily maneuver and weave his way through the crowded office without even touching another living soul.

Logan wondered what he'd look like on the clubs dance floor. Seeing this cat move with such strength and grace in the throng of people at the club would be a sight to behold. Logan wasn't sure how to ask him out and ended up just watching, admiring from a distance.

It was, in a way, beautiful to watch. Something the intern had taken a hidden delight in as he worked on the same floor as the lion in question. One of the very few things Logan actually enjoyed about this job.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Logan?" Sloan just asked giving the presumptuous intern a look. Like he'd want to know some intern's name in some failing company. If he were in the mood, Sloan would've just flat out told Logan to abandon ship like all the other rats, and investors, had. Not that there was much of a difference between the two… literally.

“Isn't that my line?" Logan only laughed it off without missing a beat. “If you keep that up, I'll be out of a job. Offering to do my work."

Sloan frowned back at that, unsure how to respond. He really should just send a memo out to all these unpaid interns. It had to be illegal making them work despite the fact they'll never get hired. Still, if he did that… then who would bring him cold coffee in the middle of the night?

“Unless you can finish all this," Sloan gestured to the screen exhaustedly with a hand. “Or rub my feet; I got nothing for you to do." The lion almost laughed at the joke he'd made. He'd kill for a good foot rub right about now. Wincing slightly as he put pressure down on one of his socked feet.

He'd need to find a new pair of shoes before next week or risk losing a toe.

“Sure." Logan just said as upbeat, energetic and friendly as he'd always been towards the lion and his boss.

Sloan snorted at that, finally breaking the grimace into something that might be able to be called a smile. His tired face lifting up just an inch, pulling on his thick black gums into a smile as he looked at the young man wearily.

“Yeah, sure. Just go ahead!" Sloan had offered motioning towards the screen. “Finish these off for me!" The lion just gave a halfhearted laugh at that. He'd love the see the human try and do something he barely understood. There was legalese for the legalese and then those had sub notes for each paragraphs and sentence filled with more legalese.

“Oh." Logan blushed a bit, laughing to himself now having misread the situation completely. His horny brain about to get him into some serious trouble. “I thought you meant…" Logan trailed off, not looking at the lion then.

“What?" It took a second for Sloan's overworked mind to recall what else he had said. “It was a joke. Or meant to be one." Sloan grumbled, feeling a flush creep up to his own face now. Just thankful his tawny gold fur hid it underneath. His round ears splaying out to the side in his embarrassment unable to look at the smaller, younger male before him.

“Right. Of course it was. My bad…" Logan clearly his throat, still feeling foolish for jumping on such an opportunity with such gusto. Clearly it hadn't been an actual offer and still the horny intern had risked the chance.

“Right…" Sloan was the one unable to form words, feeling the awkward tension set in the room. Wondering why the human hadn't just quickly made a retreat for the door and gone home already.

“I mean, where would I even do it, am I right?" Logan just continued to play it off, making the lion shift in his seat now. “You don't have a sofa in here."

Sloan just let out a growl of a sigh at that. The other managers got much nicer offices than he did. Once more, he shifted his weight off his tail and moved it to the side. Leaning forward a bit. The bright screen showed off the tawny golden fur of the large feline buttoned down chest and a flash of a dark nipple underneath.

Sloan's mane was black tipped as if someone had taken an ink pen and traced around it. The reddish brown swayed from one side to the other with every movement he made; there was a reason why shampoo commercials tended to use lions in their commercials. Logan wanted to just run his hands through it. Down it. Down to that chest and grope those thick pecs, tease the nipple underneath and just…

“I could always just, you know, do it under your desk?" Logan asked, feeling his bulge twitch in reaction to his own words. Unable to believe he had the courage to ask such a question. The lewd thoughts he'd had of the lion over the weeks working here had built up to this very moment. It was a onetime chance.

And if Mr. Kincaid said no? Then Logan could just pretend this had never happened and stop pursuing the lion of his dreams.

The look he got told the human he should've fapped that morning instead of ask such a question-

Then Mr. Kincaid scooted back from the desk to look underneath it.

“I don't think you'd fit…" Sloan wasn't sure why he'd even decided to check. The idea was stupid, asinine and redundant. It wasn't like the human would just try too-

“I can try?" Logan offered, swallowing loudly in the seemingly silent room. Other than the sound of his heartbeat hammering inside his chest. It was painful. Logan wasn't sure if it was the silence that followed his question or his heart jack hammering its way out of his nervous chest.

“I don't think you will…" Sloan said again, his words slow coming out as a jumbled mess as the lion curled his toes in anticipation.

This was silly, stupid… what if someone caught them? No. The human wouldn't even try too… Sloan insisted, his tired mind not noticing the human move at first. Moving around the desk, tracing a finger over the top as he set the drink carrier down before peeking around to look between the lion's leg at the rather large desk that had been brought in for Sloan.

Logan wanted to say something. Something sweet? Something snide? Or maybe something sexy? The human couldn't find the words as he looked once more at the lion who was watching him with the hungry eyes only a predator could have and back between the empty, open, inviting space between those legs. Sloan's nails dug into the padding on the chair's armrest as he watched the human intently.

Logan held the top of the desk for a second as if regretting offering. His heart was beating so fast he was sure the lion could hear it. Deciding now or never, he crouched down before slipping underneath the large desk that had been built and designed for someone of Sloan's size giving the human just enough room to fit unseen underneath.

Sitting on his rear, the intern faced towards his boss. Or rather, towards his boss's open pant legs. Sloan had to adjust himself, clearly his throat before gripping the desk with clawed fingers; subtly zipping his fly back up in the process. Pulling himself forward, the human soon found himself trapped against the wooden back of the desk and a rather friendly lion.

“Should I just…" Logan asked after a good minute of neither of the two moving or saying anything. The tension could've been cut with a knife between the two.

“D-don't talk just… just do it… please…" Sloan flushed brightly in the face, the very last word coming out more of a meow than an actual word. His tail tip flicking quickly showing his nervousness on that matter. The large feline lifted up his socked paw to raise it before the human stuck underneath the desk.

The first thing Logan notice was the warmth as his fingers clasped the pink padded, socked lion foot paw. The fabric was stretching over each toe out lining each digit; the sweat seeping through it revealing the bright pink feline pads underneath. There was a slight tear in the sock as the feline growled a moan of pure pleasurable ecstasy as those fingers dug into the first pink pad. Kneading and rubbing it.

Logan was even more flushed in the face when the musky smell hit him next. The lion had been working all day and even after a long shower that morning, the day had been warm and covered in fur as he was Sloan didn't have much of a chance to freshen up.

The hard working, manly scent made the human audibly swallow. His nerves nearly getting the past of him as Sloan eased up and rested the entire foot paw in the human's hands. It was heavy, like the lion was. It took great effort to hold the beast's paw up as the human continue to work over it, rubbing with both his thumbs as he tried not to think too much of what he was doing, who he was doing it with and where it was at.

During work hours no less!.. Sort of.

The lion above him just purred. A deep rumbling sound that was barely heard over the sound of his tapping fingers over the keyboard in the otherwise quiet office.

“Just like that…" Sloan murred deeply, curling his toes around the human's hand before easing up and letting him continue. This had been exactly what Sloan had needed though he didn't tell the human that, feeling embarrassed about the whole arrangement to begin with.

Logan was sure this was defiantly not in the job description but was glad to be getting such a position.

Sloan was such a strong figure compared to the other office workers. Big, large and in charge. He had this air about him that made one just want to follow, listen and obey the predator. Logan always had a wanting need to please the large feline and was glad he was given such a chance too. Not expecting such an opportunity to ever arise or for it to be something like this.

Swirling a thumb around the center pad, Logan rested the heel of Sloan's foot in his lap. Crossing his legs as he worked on the lion's toes one at a time now. Using both hands to curl them forward, then back. Spreading the digits from each other in the fabric as he stretched each of them out. Feeling the soft fur underneath through the fabric now and feeling both the warmth and smell of them now. Coating his palms in the lion's powerful musk as he listened to the pleasant, purring tones the lion gave him in reply.

It made Logan smile hearing such a sound. It was such a validation for a job well done.

Sloan didn't say anything else. It wasn't needed. The sound the large feline was making was more than enough gratitude for a job well done. Logan began to even take pride in it as he worked over one paw, before moving over to the next letting the first rest on his lap still.

It was a strange sensation having someone play with ones feet underneath their desk no less. Sloan was far more relaxed than he thought he'd be. The awkward tension soon dissipating as quickly as it had set in once Logan had began his work.

And with it, Sloan was able to get back to his own work. Picking up the speed and getting it underway finally than just a blank document.

Feeling the tension and stress of the day bleed away as Logan continued to rub and knead, work over his hefty paws with a professional care one doesn't see in an office like this. It was meticulous and careful, loving, tender and yet still rough enough to work each of those kinks out.

The lion would fidget and move. Squirming in his chair when that one spot was worked on telling Logan exactly where he needed to focus on. He'd huff, chuffing in thanks afterward feeling far warmer around the collar than he had previously. Sloan looking at the screen in front of him even if all his attention was on the man underneath his desk.

Enjoying this far more than he really should as Logan stripped one sock from the lion's paw and began working it with both hands. Thumbs rubbing over the thick pink paw pad and up to the toes before back down, feeling the slightly damp sweaty fur around the toes as Logan could only breathe in the lion's dominate smell.

It didn't take long for the predator to take charge of the situation. Lifting up a foot to press down on the human underneath his desk. Feel the man squirming body underneath his weight, his strength before rubbing it over that face. Marking him with the lion's powerful musky scent. The feline beginning to enjoy this for other reasons. A stirring between his legs made Sloan bare his teeth as he tapped away at the screen, able to multitask even in a situation like this.

Logan even noticed Sloan adjusted himself roughly with a hand before going back to work. The human pinned between the back of the desk and a rather frisky feline had little say in the matter now that he was there. Sloan scooted forward blocking out all light now with his large body. Logan could see the outline of his boss's legs open up as the large feline rested back with a content groaning sigh.

The sockless paw rubbed against the human's face, rubbing that musk against it. Logan could feel the sweaty heat of the other male and timidly took a breath of it. Of him. Smelling the lion's hard day work on these large, tired paws. And tasted it as well.

The tongue licking over his toe gave the lion a start. Sloan nearly jumping up from his chair. The hot breath washing between his toes before feeling the human licking over them once more. Logan tasting Sloan's body as the lion practically melted in the chair that could barely contain his girth.

Sloan gave thanks by rubbing that paw over Logan's face. Curling his toes in the human's hair before dragging them down over him with a low lustful growl of pleasure, of dominance and of a growing need between his legs.

Logan traced a hand up one of those paws, his fingers slipping into the lion's pant leg. His finger tips touching the tawny gold fur and hearing Sloan react to the probing touch with a growling purr. The paw in Logan's lap toes curled as the human ventured further up that pant leg. The heat coming from the predator was making the human begin to sweat. Feeling uncomfortable in all the right ways as Logan dug his fingers through that thick fur, against that soft hide to feel the hot flesh underneath.

Sloan took a sharp breath before letting it out. Another chuff escaping the large predator as he scooted forward in the chair now.

Lifting that leg up, Sloan pressed his paw against the back of the desk holding it up for the human and letting the suit's pant leg hang open as if inviting the human to explore even further inside. Logan didn't need the encouragement, he was already planning too.

Slipping his hand inside the pant leg, he ran his fingers up over the lion's ankle, over his calf muscle and finally to the thick thigh there. Gripping it, Logan rubbed his fingers around. Scratching that furry meaty thigh, daring to venture a little closer. A stray finger brushed over Sloan's groin making the lion hold his breath.

The feline was the one used to doing all the teasing. Not the one being teased. It was a nice change of pace, seeing as how Sloan was in charge here. The human after all was trapped underneath his desk. Playing with this kitty's big paws and rubbing up the lion's leg…

“Fuck…" Sloan bit his lip to hold back the lusty growl that was about to escape it. He closed his eyes, holding that feeling as those fingers traced over his fat nuts just a breath away from touching them. Sloan could actually feel the furry on his balls being touched.

That aching need was building up inside and the lion wanted to throw this human down on his desk and have his way. If he did that though, Logan would've won. The thought made the lion's nails dig on top of the desk. It was a game, or at least it was for lion. Logan was just enjoying experiencing such a man on top of the food chain.

Taking a hand, Sloan unzipped himself. Opening up his legs once more before scooting forward. It wasn't subtle and neither was the growl that followed it. The lion wasn't about to be teased like this. He was the one that did the teasing here. He was the boss. And that was why Sloan was blushing the entire time, not used to being on the receiving end from it all.

Logan blushed further, feeling the raw sexual heat coming from the lion's groin as he withdrew his hand. A leg curled around his back, pulling the human closer. Sloan was grinning toothily as he went back to tapping at the keyboard, finishing filing this report he'd been halfassing since Logan came into his office.

The human could feel it against his face. That raw, primal heat from between those thick muscular legs. Timidly, Logan reached out a hand to cup, to hold, to massage and feel the weight of this lion's balls in his hands. The weight of them took Logan by surprised. He'd never been with an Anthro before and he was regretting having taken so long too after feeling these nuts. Tracing his fingers underneath them to feel the warm, slightly dampness of sweat from the underside of the lion's underwear and heft those fat nuts up to pull the whole bulge of the lion's groin out from within his pants.

Logan took a breath, a slow steady breath as he nosed down against the fabric of Sloan's dark blue cotton boxer briefs. The underwear could barely contain the beast within. It formed nicely, snuggling around Sloan's plump sheath and fat nuts giving plenty of eye candy to Logan's adjusting vision in the dark. He could feel the leg behind his back tense, feel the thigh he was holding for support tighten as the human explored Sloan's body for the first time there in the dark office building, underneath his boss's desk while the man in question continued to work.

With a single finger, Logan pet the side of that plump sheath through the fabric. It twitched in response and the wet spot at the end was defiantly not from sweat. The smell of it alone made Logan feel giddy in excitement as he scooted a half inch closer, trying to be as close as possible as hooked a finger in the underwear waistband.

Logan didn't pull them down, not yet.

Instead the human did the next best thing and shoved his entire face hungrily against the larger male's groin and felt that raw heat and musk from it, the sweat and pre of the lion wash over his face as Logan gave into his cravings for this man before him. It was softer than what he thought it'd be. The warmth of it, the cushion of it, Logan just wanted to rest his face against this bulge each and every morning and fall asleep on it at night.

Such thoughts were quickly pulled away as Sloan clenched his thighs around the man in reaction to that and nearly broke the mouse the lion was holding in one hand as he stared blankly at the computer screen in front of him. Feeling the smaller male trapped between his thighs, nosing at his fat bulge like this with the smell of sex in the air was very distracting.

The sudden intrusion into his personal space was unexpected, if badly wanted and needed. Sloan placed a hand behind Logan's head and rubbed his large fingers through the man's hair, letting out a hot, wet breath. Smacking his lips as Sloan drooled hungrily for more. More of this man between his legs as he began to rub Logan's face against his groin.

Gentle at first. Almost loving. Pushing Logan further against the perfectly outlined bulge between the lion's groin. Before pressing harder and humping back in turn.

Sloan could feel Logan's breath on his swelled sheath. Feel the man shifting underneath him as one hooked finger began to pull down his underwear. Teasingly, against the top of his sheath making the lion close his eyes with a low, steady growl before that full sheath popped out, unable to be contained any further. Bouncing in the dim light before Logan's eyes and slapping him wetly in the face, pre drooling from the end of it against the human's cheek as Logan looked up from underneath the desk at the face of the lion.

Sloan eyes were closed as he let out a much appreciated breath from the release, the underwear becoming suffocating at the end. It was a face of man that was completely content in the moment. One that was happy to be alive. One that made Logan smile in turn.

Sex was only fun if your partner was enjoying it too.

Like the rest of his natural body, Sloan's sheath was covered in tawny golden fur. Black fur was mixed around it and along the lion's sack, matching the markings on Sloan's face, the tufts of fur on his elbows and what one would think of as body hair for a human over his own body. It was coarser than the soft, warm fur of his plump sheath Logan soon found out. Running his fingers through the pubic fur steady, pressing his finger tips against that hot flesh underneath and feeling, smelling the sweaty muskiness of this hard working man before him radiate against the palm of his hand.

It felt nice. Logan was sweating at this point just from the primal, sexual energy Sloan was releasing in the cramped desk. The smell of him, the feel of this man, the look on the lion face only got better the longer Logan was with this other man.

Logan bumped his nose against Sloan, letting the lion has his moment of peace as the human took a steady, slow inhaling breath of the man. Wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his life as his nose pressed against the slightly curly, coarse black fur of Sloan's groin.

Taking a hand, Logan rolled Sloan's fat sack in the palm of it. Using the impressively large orbs like stress balls, kneading them between his fingers as the human's dry lips parted and his hungry mouth went to work. Closing around the opening of the lion's manhood, teasing the tip with that tongue of his before slurping it deep inside Sloan's body to taste the lion true flavors.

The moan that filled the room soon after might as well having been a very long, very sexual “mrooooow."

Sloan reacted to that by humping himself into that steamy mouth of Logan's and spilling out most his semi-barbed dick against the human's hungry, probing tongue. Logan could taste the lion's pre spurt against his taste buds and hungrily drunk it in, swallowing the first amount as his lips suckled on Sloan's body for more.

The first taste of Sloan was like fire. Igniting his taste buds and making Logan drool profusely, hungrily for more as he swallowed that first bit, suckling for more.

Logan's tongue could feel the cat's barbed. They were small, short and tender. The lion reacting whenever the human teased one with his tongue. They weren't as large or obstructing as the human had feared they would be. All they seemed to do was increase the lion's pleasure tenfold as the human continued to tease them as he lapped and licked over the lion's fatty piece of meat. Tasting underneath the smooth underbelly of it before up to the slightly pointed tip to tease the opening for more of that sweet, musky lion broth.

Sloan continued to groan, oozing into the human as he rested against an arm on the desk. Struggling to hold himself up as he panted openly now, toes curling and kneading at the ground as the lion resisted the urge to face fuck the human right here and now. He wanted to scoot closer, further into the desk and against Logan. Pin the human against the back of the desk, against a wall or maybe the floor itself and ram his dick into that hot mouth and cry out in pleasure and bliss as he filled this needy intern with the boss's seed.

Logan didn't stop massaging those fatty sack. Feeling the sweat of it, the heat of it against his palm in one hand while using the other to stroke and pull down the rest of Sloan's tawny gold sheath to reveal that hot pink shaft. Feeling the underside, the base of it with his hand. Tracing them over it as he had done to so many other parts of this wonderful man. Feeling Sloan's manhood while tasting him, letting the lion pump that hot pre down his throat as Sloan struggled to breathe, to catch his breath as Logan began pumping that shaft with one hand; kneading and pulling softly on the lion's sack with the other the whole time.

Working his lips around the barbs wasn't much of a problem. Teasing and tasting them with a tongue was a challenge while pumping that thick piece of meat in his mouth, bobbing up and down over the lion underneath the desk without hitting the back of his head on it. It was the fact the lion was trying to push forward, pulling the human closer with one leg and rubbing his other unsocked paw over Logan's groin that was beginning to distract the human from the task at hand.

That large foot paw continued to rub over the human's own bulge. Teasing it, playing with it, petting down it before pressing Sloan's weight on it, on him with a lusty growl as the lion closed his eyes enjoying the day far more than he thought he would.

Logan couldn't take it much longer and undid his own pants, pulling out his dick and letting the lion's toes go to work on him. Sloan could feel the heat of it against his underpaw and let out a pleasing chuff of excitement as he slipped the human's meat between two of his large toes and curled the rest around the length of it, stroking it while the human worked on his own needy dick.

Jerking the human off with a paw was a bit challenging but Sloan didn't mind. He didn't care. The pleasure of it must've spurred the human on further, Logan getting back to the lion's aching needy groin with gusto after Sloan returned the favor. In his own way.

Getting jacked off with a lion's paw was far more titillating than Logan would've thought. The feel of those soft, warm large pink pads against his man meat was something else. They were smooth, firm and unyielding. The sweat made for just enough lubricating for them to easily slide up and down Logan's aching meat teasingly so. Sloan would grip the tip of the human head, making Logan squirm helplessly against those powerful toes before the lion would ease up and drag his big toe down the underside of Logan's standing pride. Down against the human's sack to jostle and bounce them before moving back up him. Up and down the paw went. Gripping and teasing wherever the lion so pleased. Logan helpless against Sloan's cat like desires.

Stepping down on Logan, trapping his dick between his toes Sloan forced the human down on him. Shoving his cock down Logan's throat and letting a growl escape his black gummed lips. The barbed cock flared out making the human gag a bit as the lion eased up enough for Logan to catch his breath. Logan could feel slight tears in his eyes and was smiling the whole time, about to start again…

When the door open.

Light flooded the room as someone came marching in as if they owned the place.

“Margaret." Sloan started up with, not in the mood to deal with the other manager right now. It looked like the lion wasn't the only one stuck in the office this night. “Can I help you?" Sloan began with his classical, passively aggressive question.

Sloan sat up, fixing his tie with one hand… while keeping the other underneath the desk, between his legs and against the human's head.

Logan had tried to pull back, off the lion startled by the intrusion. Sloan was having none of that and held the human exactly where he was. In fact, the lion was still rolling his hips up and into the human's mouth and stepping down on his groin a bit further; showing no signs of stopping.

“I've been waiting all night for this report!" She began, stopping for a moment to look the disheveled lion over. “Did I interrupt something?" The panther asked looking down her nose at the lion. Her nose twitched but it always smelled like horny male in this office, it was hard to tell if it was more or less.

“It's been a long day." Sloan just growled back in reply, glaring back at her. She rolled her eyes at that, waving it off with a flick of her tail. Misreading Sloan's disheveled appearance for something else than what it was.

Once more Logan felt the lion hump against him, forcing the human down over his rigid shaft and felt another lubricating spurt of lion pre spray the back of his throat. Was Sloan getting off on this? It was hard to tell and Logan was desperately trying not to make a sound as he squirmed underneath the lion's grasp. Sloan grip was unbreakable and the claws poking the side of Logan's head told him the lion really wasn't about to let him go before they had finished.

Not just the fact Sloan was still shoving his cock down his throat but also the fact the lion had began to grind his paw down on the human's groin. Teasing the tip of the leaking male with a big toe and using the pre covered pad to further stimulate the human who was trying not to blow right there and then.

“I'll have it ready… by… morning." Sloan just continued to growl, letting the intrusion into his office explain his worked up expression. Sloan had to bite his tongue stop himself from letting out a rather lewd “mrow" right there and then as he held himself back. Holding back more than one thing as his sack began to tighten up against his body.

“We have the meeting in the morning." Marg pulled out a cigarette, trying to light it several times before cursing and offering it to Sloan. “You mind?" The panther flicked her tail, giving him a look that clearly read she could give two shits about his life.

Sloan just glared at that, fishing around his desk blindly with one hand while using the other to keep Logan in place; finding the lighter he used for his cigar's, Sloan lit the end of the cigarette. Marg took an unnecessarily long drag of it before letting it out, turning her back on the male and walking towards the door with her business casual being anything but casual.

“Oh," she began stopping at the doorway. “Have you seen the intern? I sent the boy off to get coffee an hour ago and haven't seen him."

“Nope." Sloan just replied toothily, holding the struggling human with his hand.

“Figures. Can never get a good… hand around here… If you have such a need…" She began at the doorway, looking back at him. Then eying the hand underneath the desk. “You know where my office is." And with that shut the door.

Logan managed to pull off the lion's cock to catch his breath as the door slammed shut. Only for Sloan to slam both hands on top of the desk and thrust forward. The toes curled tightly around Logan's shaft and the human could actually feel the lion's heartbeat beating against his dick as the large feline clenched his eyes tightly shut…

Sack tightening, breath catching in his throat, the tension building back up in his shoulders just long enough for Logan to realize what was about to happen and quickly close his mouth around his boss's dick. Just in time for it to explode into the human.

Throbbing, pulsing ribbons of hot cat spunk shot into Logan's throat, filling his mouth as the teary eyed human tried not to let a single drop spill. Sloan, to his credit, held back the roar he was wanting to let loose as he gripped his desk so tightly the thing began to shake from the intense orgasm spilling out from the hungry feline loins and into the intern stuck underneath his desk.

Logan wasn't sure it would ever stop. The spurting pre was strong enough. The flavor of the actual release made the human feel hot in the face. Its spunky musky flavor danced down his throat and lingered long after. That thickness making Logan's own release seem pale in comparison. The lion was a beast and so was his release. It spilled, trickled down Logan's lips and the human had to cup a hand under it to catch whatever spilled out.

Not wanting to leave evidence of the dirty deed done.

“Fucking bitch…" Sloan growled out, resting back with a heavy breath that escaped his lips. Still with one hand on the back of the human's head, the lion opened up his top drawer. Pulling out a cigar and lighting it. Only after taking a couple of large puffs on it did he look down at the intern under his desk. “Want one?" Sloan just offered letting the smoke trickle out the side of his muzzle as his orgasm finally began to die down.

He was panting heavily. The large tawny gold fur chest rising up and down, still unbutton showing off the glorious chiseled pecs of the king of the jungle.

Logan just shook his head, cheeks full as the pressure on the back of his head eased up and he was able to finish cleaning up the mess the lion had made. Swallow another large mouthful of the lion's tangy fluid and hoping he didn't get any in his hair. Licking his own fingers off, Logan sat back to catch his breath.

“Might need to clean these up too…" Sloan lifted up the sticky paw. Logan wasn't even sure when he had blown during all that. Unable to believe he managed too after what had just happened.

Logan was a bit giddy. Looking from the sticky cat paw up its muscular leg, over the still visible groin and to the face of the lion smiling down at him. Sloan looked pleased, to say the least.

Logan did as he was told and took the paw in hand, licking between the sweaty toes to clean up the mess he indeed had made. Licking over one paw pad, around it and needing to suckle on the damp fur where it had gotten in between two of the toes. Sloan just murred deeply as he watched the human finish the job, stroking himself several times as he watched. Jostling his sheath afterwards with a content sigh.

“That's a good intern…" Sloan licked his lips, curling the cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. Wrapping his lips around it he took a good long breath, filling his maw with smoke before bending down and blew it right into Logan's face, exhaling over the young man.

The smoke filled the underside of the desk making the human cough and his eyes water as he tried to wave it away.

“Can't have anyone smelling the boss on you." Sloan chuckled. “You understand." The feline tapped his fingers on top of the desk, taking a second before finally scooting back. “Need a hand?" Sloan did offer though he wasn't making eye contact.

“I'm good, thanks." Logan wiped his mouth off as he finally got out from underneath the desk. He zipped up his own pants, glancing back at the closed door and then to the feline still sitting in the chair before him. “Uh…" Logan managed to say articulately drawing the sound out for a good fifteen seconds.

Sloan only chuckled at that. “Relax. Marg won't say a thing." The lion stood up then, making the human feel even smaller than he was as the large predator towered over him. “You mind…" Sloan gestured down at himself.

It took a second for Logan to follow the train of thought.

“Oh! Sure thing, boss!" Logan started up as upbeat and energetic as he had been when he entered the office. Buttoning up Sloan's vest and jacket before zipping the lion's fly up; only after carefully placing both the sheath and sack back in his underwear. “There you go!" Logan said, patting the lion's groin making Sloan wince slightly. “Oh, uh, sorry boss…"

Sloan cleared his throat, gesturing towards the door.

“Sure thing, boss." Logan just said again with a wave.

Sloan watched him go with predatory eyes before building up the nerve to follow after. Stopping the man at the door. Walking over to join him and the larger male closed the door above Logan's head.

“Look…" Sloan began, thinking about the unpaid intern. The law firm wasn't exactly doing so well these past few months. If Logan was stuck here on this sinking ship… he might as well get paid. “What do you think about becoming my personal assistant?" The lion offered with alterative motives.

“Like a… raise?" Logan asked thinking that over longer than one should've needed to do.

“More like an actual job position." Sloan frowned back, unsure if Logan had been joking or not.

“Well, I mean… that sounds great! I don't want you to think though what we uh… just did, was for something like that." Logan blushed a bit, chuckling more to himself than to his boss. He could still taste the remnants of the lion in his throat and new it would be with him the rest of the night.

He'd have to call it for the day and head home to take a shower.

Sloan did let out a laugh at that. “Oh, then why did you?" The lion was the one to tease, resting against the door and over the smaller male looking down on him underneath his arm.

“Because you're awesome." Logan said as if it were just a fact of life. Sloan was taken aback and wasn't sure how to reply as the human reached up to adjust the lion's tie. “There you go, boss. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that the human departed leaving the lion rather flabbergasted.

“You win this round." Sloan grumbled heading back to his desk. He traced a hand over it. Pressing his weight on the desk before giving a good nod. “Yeah, this'll hold…" The lion purred as he took a seat in the chair and finished up the work.

Planning to fuck the human on this desk next; he'd already done it under it. Might as well do it on it too.

“That'll show him!" Sloan smirked as he smiled, for the rest of the night. Not feeling as tired as he had before.