Lukas squirmed where he sat, one paw pressed against his muzzle to stifle any of his repeated little huffs and moans, the other reaching out to the side to prop the otter up along the bench. Kopa leaned in beside him, using the angle to seem as though the two were just using one another for balance, when in reality he had slipped his arm beneath the jacket draped across Lukas's lap, and deftly undone the fly of the otter's pants, and slipped his paw in underneath jeans boxer-briefs beneath, and-

“Ooh." The leopard purred softly, one of his ears flicking, his whiskers tickling against Lukas's cheek. The otter gasped again, swallowed… couldn't resist the quick, short buck and throb into the surprisingly skilled paw. “That's a good spot too, then?"

Lukas swallowed and gave a little nod, trying not to show too much. “Mmh…" His noise could barely be heard over the din of the shops all around, the two having stopped right outside one of the second-floor clothing stores here in the mall. At first he had been thankful for the rest, but then Kopa had reached over, tugged him close, and nuzzled in against his cheek, and then the feline's paw had begun wandering, and suddenly all of that relief swelled into first nervousness and surprise, and then indulgent desire bordering on need as those fingers had pushed further.

First Kopa had spread and pushed them down through the thick, dense puff of Lukas's pubic fur, short claws sliding easily and separating the warm, dank curls the further he went; he had reached down, pushed, grabbed, and then pulled gently, nearly lifting the otter's lower body within his pants as he had done so, then dug down again, fingers pressing together until he had found the base of the other male's shaft hidden there among the bushy softness.

Then he had leaned in a little further, bumped his shoulder against Lukas's, and with his other paw pulled the loose jacket a bit more up across his lap, and teased the half-soft length up into his paw. As he had done this Kopa had been looking out across the atrium towards the other walkway, ears splayed, whiskers down; Lukas had been the one showing all the signs, spreading his legs a bit, lifting up, biting his lip, swallowing, huffing, puffing.

But then the leopard's fingers had danced along his shaft further, forefinger and thumb brushing across the rim of his head sheathed smooth beneath sleek foreskin. Lukas hadn't been able to help but twitch at that sensation, to which one of Kopa's ears perked; the leopard had smirked, still looking the other way, then turned his paw, gripped there, and squeezed – so that all that spare skin rooted there bunched up over the end of the otter's head, stretching, pulling, further slipping the sensitive flesh underneath.

And then again, and again, and again Kopa worked there, releasing the tension and then squeezing again, sliding the sleek, supple skin forward and back without ever actually moving it, the spare give gradually slipping away as Lukas felt himself grow harder.

“Is that good?" Kopa had asked at one point; Lukas nodded, licked his lips, glanced this way and that, and then had risked dropping his own paw beneath the jacket as well. He had squirmed to make the space, found the feline's wrist, moved up his paw towards his fingers, and then with two of his own, guided one of Kopa's to nestle into the overlapping, wrinkled folds of skin bunched up at the end of his by then fully hard shaft.

The simple guidance nudged him to the opening at the end, already somewhat slimy from the twitches and throbs. Kopa's ears had perked again and he had begun to swirl his fingerpad around the tip there, pressing in to tease gradually further down into the supple, succulent hood – and now Lukas had to bite his lip to keep from moaning out too much, for the way the leopard kept that finger nestled underneath while he rolled the rim of the otter's skin forward and back across it, stretching it up along the extra width.

Even without looking, even without feeling it himself, Lukas knew that those inner wrinkles of smooth, stretchy skin had become smeared with the sticky slickness of his pre, oozing out with each throb. He gripped the bench a little tighter as Kopa's finger dug even deeper, pushing back alongside the line of his frenulum hidden inside, nearly far enough to tug around the rim of his head. The longer he had gone on, the easier, the smoother those movements had become: where the leopard's fingerpad had initially brushed and lightly gripped across Lukas's head, now it moved in a smooth, wet glide, the rim of foreskin around it clinging smooth to its shape.

Then again the leopard shifted, slipping his finger back out but keeping his paw in place. Lukas twitched, shaft lifting up against the feline's palm; Kopa nudged in against him, wrapped around him, and pumped him a few times, tension centering in right there where the sleek, smooth movement passed across the rim of his head underneath, back and forth, again and again.

The otter gasped, arched his back, shivered – then swept his paw up from the bench to grasp at Kopa's arm instead. “H-hey," he hissed, glancing this way and that as the crowds of shoppers passed by, “I'm – you're gonna-"

“Yeah?" Kopa picked up the pace of his stroking, but altered the angle so that now he used only those two fingers and his thumb lightly braced around the rim, just enough to tease the skin back and forth across the otter's slickened head. “You wanna, right out here? Right in front of everyone?

Lukas squirmed again, the tension building up throughout his entire body. His grasp on the leopard's arm tightened. “Ah- hah, you're – mm-"

He bucked forward, took in another gasp through his nose, felt that pressure continue to build, to boil… and then right at the last moment, right in that quick gap just before, Kopa squeezed his fingers and thumb forward to pinch the wrinkled overhang of Lukas's foreskin shut around the rest of his head, and tightened his grip there. The otter grunted, groaned, moaned, then bucked again, and again, each throb pounding through his body, the hot, thick spurts lancing up and squirting out – and then just shooting right back to submerge his head within his own seed caught there within his skin, the sticky heat flowing into place and simmering there.

Kopa remained where he was until the otter's little twitches, throbs, and jerks had finally tapered off, and then gradually released where he had pinched and drew his paw back, smoothly, carefully, so that nobody passing by spared a second glance. Lukas held his breath, waiting for the bubble to burst, for the balloon to leak… and as he shifted to sit upright it finally did, a little bit of that sticky warmth oozing out into his pubic fur. He grimaced.

“Did you… have to…" Lukas let his head roll along his shoulder to look at the leopard beside him. “...do that… right here?"

Kopa flicked an ear, brought that paw to his muzzle, sniffed at it, sniffed again much more deeply, then lapped his tongue across his pads. “Well, you didn't stop me." He shook that paw out. “Damn, the scent really does stick, doesn't it?"

“I'm gonna… need to…" Lukas huffed a low sigh and rested his head on the feline's shoulder. “Catch my breath for a bit longer… good thing I'm wearing underwear today, I guess. Sometimes it seeps right through…"

“I'd like to see that." Kopa sniffed at his fingers again, this time slower, steadier. “We still gotta hit the bookstore today. Got enough in you for another later? Since I'd think…" Here he reached over, squeezed the otter's muzzle with that paw, and deliberately pressed those fingers against Lukas's upper lip near his nose so that each breath tingled with the heady spice of his own musk, warm and intoxicating. “You're extra slippery now, aren't you?"

The otter blinked, then nodded. “The, um…" He swallowed and looked to the side. “Overhang… traps all the moisture."

“Good." Kopa released him, then stood up. The fringes of the jacket dropped down from where he sat; Lukas scrambled to keep them in his own lap, and struggled to fix his pants fly after doing so. “Keep it there."

“For how long? After a while it starts to get a little, um…"

The leopard grinned down at him. “'Til we're done, of course."