It was the day. The day Boots would finally get over himself and ask the orange and yellow furred beauty to be his.
He paced around his tiny apartment as he anxiously fiddled with his tail. Boots had sent Swiper a text earlier that day if he could come over and talk. He received a "yee" and now couldn't help himself from frantically looking towards his oven's clock to see if it was 6 yet.
Boots couldn't keep his feelings for Swiper in anymore. Boots' mask kink combined with his love of robbery and crime made Swiper irresistible and the past 8 1/2 months had left him in a fit of desperation that could rival a starving man.
Finally, Boots could hear the tip-tapping of claws on his hardwood floors. Of course he broke in like the sexy beast he was.
"I'm in here," Boots called out, his voice shaking anxiously. No turning back now, he thought. A husky laugh echoed outside his door in the hallways as the tapping got closer. The door to his bedroom finally opened, revealing the tall, sexy fox.
He had on drawstring basketball shorts that hung low on his thin waist, his bright tail wagging slowly through the home in the back. Covering his upper half was a white thin tanktop that clung to his muscly pecs and showed off his large biceps.
"Nice to see you again, B," he said, taking the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips and pressing it against the corner of his nightstand
Boots visibly swallowed. "H-Hey, Swipe. Nice to see you too."
The tall creature seemed to laugh and growl at the same time.
"What did you need? Dora need help with her prey/predator kink?"
"No no. I just....." Boots fiddled with his thumbs. Suddenly he felt a large presence over him.
"You just what, sugar?" The fox growled into his ear. He could smell the smoke and it made his boots tighten. This was it. It was time for him to make his move. Boots slowly looked up to stare into the eyes behind that blue mask.
"S-Swiper....."
"Swipe this ass, please."
