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Close Call (Finale)
Pairing: Benjamin Clawhauser / Chief Bogo
Rating: M+++
Summary: Bogo confiscates Clawhauser’s phone in order to make him more productive at work. Established relationship. Post-Movie.
Warning: NSFW! NSFW! THIS IS IT! SERIOUSLY, THIS IS FILTH! PROCEED WITH CAUTION!
Part Five/Five
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Warning: The part everybody nobody has been waiting for. The porn. I’m not tagging it as NSFW because of Tumblr’s blacklisting, so I’m just clarifying several times before you read this that this is a very sexually explicit chapter. I tried to make it worth the 3+ year wait, but I’ll just stop excusing myself and let you read.
If this gets taken down somehow, you can find this story on AO3 under the same title by the author PossumTeeth (it me).
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There was a happy skip to Clawhauser’s walk as he bounded up the staircase that led to Bogo’s office. Two out of three times, a dreadful place to be. This time? Victorious.
Oh, but that wasn’t all that he was excited for.
“Chi-i-i-ief…” he sang as he opened the door and leaned against the frame, smiling at the buffalo that sat at his desk, engrossed in his paperwork.
Bogo spared a weary glance at the cheetah. "Clawhauser. Not now.”
“Yes, I think now.”
“… You've been hounding me since this morning to give you your phone back. You can't wait until lunch?"
"It is lunch."
The buffalo looked at the clock above the door. "It's ten o' clock, Clawhauser."
It hadn't been noticed until the folder was yanked out of his hooves and the warm weight of squirming Benjamin had shimmied into his lap that Bogo recognized the hungry glint in his lover's eyes. Claws gently plucked at his uniform, kneading the broad muscle of his chest. His tail swished behind them sensually, the glint of fangs peeking from under the feline's lips. The eyes of a predator that often sparkled at the sight of a box of doughnuts now pinned him in his place, dark with much more ravenous thoughts behind them.
"Oh, I was thinking about an early lunch..."
Bogo's heart stopped, though something else began to throb.
Oh.
OH.
The promise he made to him... Here? Now? He reeled back his libido and played it cool and tilted his head. "Really?" he drawled.
"Very much so, Buffalo Buns." The mischief in the cheetah's gleaming eyes distracted him as claws lowered to his pants. "And you're on the menu."
The button was undone, the zipper halfway down before the chief could even blink.
“Wait a second—”
A kiss interrupted him.
“Clawhauser, not during work—”
Another kiss, deeper, harder, the warm tease of a rough tongue sliding against the seam of his tightly closed lips, although his heart fluttered when they parted.
“… Are you listening—”
The final kiss had the buffalo leaning back in his seat from the sheer want radiating from the cheetah’s form, his tongue slipping inside as the chief’s willpower relented and his mouth opened. A needy Clawhauser was a sweet temptation he had denied himself for a few days too long, he decided.
The taste of syrup was still thick on his tongue from breakfast as they separated, Clawhauser looking like the cat that got the proverbial cream.
Well, he’d get it soon enough.
The desk shook under the weight as the chief grabbed his boyfriend and threw him onto his back, hovering over him, arms caging them in. The buffalo relished in the surprise on Clawhauser’s face from the move, not missing the deeper breaths that he tried to keep under control, and the arousal that already tented the feline’s own work pants. He always loved it a little rough.
Bogo’s voice crept over him, deep and warm. “My little kitten refuses to wait, does he?”
Eyes widening, the feline’s paws covered his mouth, face suddenly burning hot.
The buffalo smirked. “What was that?”
Oh, it was such a treat to see his once eager and confident boyfriend turn into a blushing, squirming mess. Whenever that nickname came into play, he just couldn’t handle it. The helpless male’s tail grazed against the buffalo’s throat as the cheetah’s voluptuous body arched up in frustration, stubbornly keeping quiet.
You asked for it, Benjamin...
Huffing out a sigh, the chief hummed playfully, twirling that silky tail gently around his hoof as he leaned down to breathe into the smaller male’s ear.
“Kitten, talk to Daddy.”
Clawhauser froze underneath him. He swore he could hear the blood thundering down to his cock, and Bogo placed a kiss to the edge of his velvety cheek, then several more that trailed down to his throat in soft and teasing touches. He wasn’t playing fair, he knew, but neither was the feline. He’d show him who was really the boss.
“Use your words,” he coaxed his lover. “Are you being a naughty kitten?”
Those predatory eyes had widened into something sweet and submissive, and they darted from his smirking mouth to his half-opened pants, the bulge peeking out from his dark boxers. Clawhauser chewed his lip and his ears folded back. “… Yes, Daddy,” he mewled.
Perfect.
“Do bad kittens get rewards?”
He watched his lover shake his head, not trusting his voice, although a purr rumbled out in the silence of the room.
A hoof slid up to smooth over his face, making the smaller male arch up into the touch, unintentionally baring his throat, only for a sharp yelp to echo in the room as the buffalo’s blunt teeth bit down into his skin. Clawhauser’s toes curled, his low, panting moan drifting into Bogo’s ears like the sweetest music. “Oh… M… G-Goodness… Please… !”
“Please what?” came the response against his neck, the cooling air on his throat making the feline shiver.
“… U-Um… Pl-Please can I… I…” he whimpered.
“Yes?”
The cheetah’s hesitance only made him more endearing to the larger male as he took a moment to look back at the door as if someone would dare barge in to the chief’s room without calling ahead before he sat up, placing a paw on his lover’s muscled chest, eyes drifting down before he glanced up with a look so sexily innocent that he would have sworn it was illegal.
“… Can I suck your cock, Daddy?”
Bogo’s breath hitched, only to release it in a pleased groan.
How could he say no to that?
He stood up and backed up from the cheetah, enjoying the small whine that came from his lover from the action, sitting in his chair, legs spread, reaching down to palm himself lightly.
“If you make it worth my while, kitten.”
Clawhauser stared at his bulge hungrily, sliding off the desk to settle obediently between the chief’s strong thighs, paws reaching up after a glance up and an affirming nod before he drew his boxers down enough to free the heavy shaft that bobbed inches from his face. The musky scent reached his nose, made him hold back a needy noise. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth as he drew them further down, exposing the hefty balls beneath. The size queen in him just couldn’t help but admire the girth each time he saw it. Really, his boyfriend was a work of art from head to toe…
Bogo’s amused voice floated down to him. “You can do more than just stare at it, you know.”
Head bowing in embarrassment at being caught staring, he leaned forward and nuzzled the length, a paw reaching up to grip and massage the shaft with long, practiced tugs. He bit back a smile at the resulting grunt, reaching up and tugging the rest of the buffalo’s pants down to pool at his feet. His boxers joined soon, the feline’s lust getting the best of him, not wanting anything to hide that skin from his view. His warm breath teased the head of the thick cock, lips closing around it seconds later to suck.
“There we go…” The chief’s leaned back in his chair, a hoof threading through the back of the cheetah’s head as he serviced him.
His head shot up at a knock on his door.
SHIT!
Clawhauser paused, his own ears fanned out and listening.
An unfamiliar female voice rang out behind the door, although no silhouette was seen.
“Hello? Chief Bogo? Are you in there?”
Mouthing a stream of curses, the buffalo’s wide eyes looked down at his lover’s own stare, only to draw himself out of the feline’s lips (ignoring the cheetah’s whimper at the loss) and look around before grasping the round male and urging him underneath his desk to hide.
The knocking persisted. “Hello? Chief Bogo? It’s Celeste. Celeste Ringer? I’m, um, a reporter. I work for the Zootopia Times?”
He held back a panicked groan. A reporter! Absolutely perfect. He looked around for his pants, only for them to be missing. He glared down at the cheetah between his legs. “Where are my pants?!” he whispered out harshly.
His boyfriend winced, looking around and shrugging as they were nowhere to be seen. “I can’t be expected to remember everything when I’m sucking you off!” he retorted quietly, unable to help a giggle. “I just remember to swallow.”
A hoof ran down the buffalo’s face as he sat down in his chair, trying to urge himself as close to the desk as he could muster so his nudity wouldn’t be spotted. He jolted as he felt that warm hand encase him again. “What--?!”
His face looked very appropriately like he was caught with his pants down as he stared down at the cheetah. Were it not for the desk, and the furry paw that was stroking along his still-aching shaft with skillful, leisurely movements, Bogo would have leapt to his feet.
This… This was not a good time! This was the worst time!
“Stop that!” he barked, a little too loudly, and drew in a breath as he heard the knocking pause. They heard him; the gig was up. He had no choice but to respond. “I-I mean, yes? What is it?” Bogo managed to keep his voice even as he began to smack at the hand that continued to stroke him, his glares only met with lust. “I… I’m incredibly busy!”
"I know, and I’m incredibly sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I do have an interview scheduled today with you!”
“What? I… I don’t recall that,” he growled, trying to grab his boyfriend by the scruff to make him stop pulling at his cock, the heat twisting inside his balls making it hard to focus on drawing this woman away. “You must be mistaken!”
There was a pause at the door. “But I made the appointment yesterday afternoon with the information desk with a Mr. Benjamin Clawhauser? He gave me the date and time and said he was going to inform you of the interview scheduled for this morning at 10:30?"
If Bogo's jaw were not so tightly wound with repressing moans, it would have slumped in disbelief. "You... left it with...?" The buffalo glanced down at the face nuzzled between his legs.
All Benjamin did was flash him a cute smile before he swallowed his cock in one swoop.
I guess I forgot to make a phone call.
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The buffalo’s panicked mind tried to fight through the pleasure as he darted his eyes from the face nestled between his knees and the door.
“You…” he whispered out but couldn’t finish as the doorknob jiggled, locked but not for long.
… Wicked…
Disrespectful…
Underhanded little…
Bogo’s nostrils flared as he grunted out a growling breath, partially from Clawhauser’s trickery, the other part from experiencing his lover’s lack of a gag reflex.
He couldn’t move out from under his desk and risk exposing himself, but he couldn’t keep the interviewer waiting forever, and he couldn’t send the cheetah out—apparently the feline was quite content on where he currently was and wouldn’t stop sucking so nicely—
His eyes drew shut and he willed his pounding heart to try and calm down.
“… Come in,” he muttered out through tense teeth as he fought back a moan, sounding annoyed. He hoped they just chalked it up to his gruff nature and not from having his soul sucked out through his crotch. He grabbed a pencil and attempted to look as though he was working on his reports.
The door slid opened and a lemur stood before him with a nervous smile, tablet and stylus at the ready in her small hands. “Thank you very much for seeing me, sir!”
“Y-Yes, of course—"
A soft, inaudible (but very palpable) purr rose up and vibrated deliciously across the buffalo’s shaft.
The pencil in Bogo's hoof snapped.
"Oh!" The reporter paused at the doorway, concerned. "You, um… Is this a bad time?"
Yes, yes, yes, yes… "Ah... Oh, that! No, no! Just... the stress of... doing my job as well as I can," he managed out. As the reporter seemed to believe him and hurried to her seat and busied herself with typing down the beginning of her article in some sort of long, descriptive narrative, the buffalo reached one of his arms down under the desk as if he were to pick up the pieces of his pencil and gripped the back of Clawhauser's head. Hard.
The purr stuttered, and those pretty chocolate-brown eyes looked up at him curiously.
Hurry... up! Bogo mouthed.
Soft lips tilted up. A wink answered him.
"... Sir?"
The chief's head shot up to see the lemur's puzzled expression. "Y-Yes?"
She cleared her throat and repeated her question. "For starters, I thought I would ask for your opinion on the raises that Mayor Lionheart has insisted on for certain departments in your workforce, especially concerning the recent success after the Night Howler epidemic." Her stylus was at the ready, pointed at the screen. "Do you agree that those departments deserve a large wage increase?"
So many words for a brain with so little blood left for thought...
"Well, I think that --" a particular suckle made his calculated, clever response dissolve into a strained "Ah... !"
"Are you okay?" The lemur began to stand out of her chair.
Bogo immediately shoved his hoof out to stop her. "No-No-No! I m-mean, yes, I'm fine! It's just that..." he grunted out slowly, resting the hoof on his forehead, breathing out to fight back the dizzying pleasure rising up to his brain from the root of his cock, "It's been... a very long day, and... I... haven't felt quite myself..."
"Oh!" She grew quiet and seemed to look at him with wide eyes that knew it all. Her voice was a whisper. "I understand.”
The buffalo's heart stuttered. "Wh-What?"
"Don't try to hide it! I can tell, it's been so obvious! I can’t believe I missed it! How dense am I?" she clicked her tongue. "Working so hard... even while under what must be a heck of a cold!" The reporter beamed and tapped her tablet in respect. "You really are a trooper, Chief Bogo! Even when you're overwhelmed with illness, you still work! Not everybody can handle all this pressure so well! I guess that’s why you’re the chief!"
“Um… yes,” he tried to offer a smile, ignoring the vibrations of a silent chuckle from the cheetah. “Ex-act-ly.”
The lemur shook her head. “Honestly, I’m sure that sickness is the least of your troubles, considering what you have to put up with. The pressure building up inside that stone-cold façade. I’m getting anxious just thinking about it! I bet there are days when you're just ready to burst!"
Clawhauser’s tongue decided to do /that thing/ as he opened his mouth to answer, making him bite his own. Instead, he nodded and motioned for her to continue.
"And let’s not forget the ones you command! When it comes to such a busy workload, I bet you're grateful for all the fine officers at your disposal in the ZPD! I mean, sure, you can handle a lot of the job, but everybody needs a helping paw, right?"
Soft, furry fingers reached up and massaged his aching balls as the sucking—somehow– increased.
Bogo covered a moan with a cough and gave a quick nod. "Some... of our a-affiliates... work harder than others... even as we sp-speak," he breathed out.
"Oh, absolutely! One Office Judy Hopps comes to mind. Commendable. The paperwork must be a nightmare," she continued, not realizing that her words were falling on deaf ears. "I can tell the strain from the way you're hunched over your desk. It really is admirable that you put your work before your health, Chief Bogo. Honestly, it's inspirational,” the lemur sighed, "Probably leaves all sorts of aching joints. I hope you have a good way to unwind after a tough day. It's important to have a sense of release."
"I couldn't... agree more."
“I’m a workaholic myself. Look, mammal to mammal, I just hope you aren’t trying to force too much of yourself into such a tight situation, Chief Bogo. Not to overstep my boundaries but spreading yourself too thin can be dangerous.”
Dexterous fingers left his sack to trail between his spread thighs and the buffalo jolted at a brush against his entrance, grinding a hoof down in warning. “Absolutely not,” he grunted.
He looked up to see the lemur’s nervous expression, her tail twisting around her chair as she smiled up at him. “Well… I guess that this wouldn’t be the best time to start this interview, so… um… is there any chance that we could… maybe… schedule another time—"
“Yes! Any time you’d like,” Bogo forced out quickly, his own release creeping dangerously fast up on him despite his efforts to keep it at bay. At this point, he’d agree to almost anything. “When I’m… in better health… We can give a pro… ah… ahem, excuse me, dropped s-something…” he cleared his throat, reaching down again, hoof gripping the back of Clawhauser’s neck harshly to try to slide his cock out of the feline’s mouth, the tip popping out as his lover’s narrowed eyes glared up at him impatiently, “proper interview…”
“Really?!”
“You have my word,” he hurriedly agreed, gritting his teeth as the officer retaliated with soft, kittenish licks to his dripping head. He relented and released his grip and Clawhauser’s mouth was back on him in seconds, swallowed back to the base and suckling hungrily. He avoided the reporter’s eyes as he rose back up and focused on scribbling a long line of nonsense on a report.
The lemur didn’t seem too disappointed at the plan changes, beaming at the second chance. “Excellent! I-I mean, I really appreciate this considering your illness, Chief Bogo.”
“Think nothing of it!” He bit his tongue for a moment, rubbing his forehead, the heat of release growing into a swelter at the base of his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to flood this wicked cheetah’s throat. “I… imagine I’ll be recovering… very, very soon.”
“Resilient,” she praised.
“Very. Now, if-if you please…”
“Of course, sir! And thank you, sir! Please feel better soon!”
“Oh, I will!” Bogo’s hoof lifted in a feeble wave only until the door closed, and then both drew down and held the feline’s chubby cheeks still as he roughly and mercilessly thrust down into his throat as he gave in to the teasing and chased his own well-needed release.
Clawhauser’s throat tightened at the assault, his eyes rolling back slightly as he purred harder, saliva trailing wetly down his throat, onto his uniform.
“You… better… swallow… every… s-single… drop!” the buffalo demanded before he stilled, pushing his lover completely down to the base as he tensed, felt each happy, hungry swallow grip his shaft before the pleasure faded into something painfully delicious, overstimulated by the cheetah’s tongue delicately cleaning every drop as his spent cock slid from Clawhauser’s lips.
The buffalo was trying to collect his thoughts as the head of his cock was given one last fond kiss, the touch making him twitch.
"Oh, thank the stars..." Bogo leaned back in his chair and heaved a huge breath of relief.
There was a giggle between his knees as the feline's face reappeared. "So...?" Clawhauser had to purr as he leaned up against the buffalo's chest, paws tucked under his chin. His grin was smug. "How do you think the interview went?"
Bogo stared at the cheetah. He couldn't believe his nonchalance. Had he understood what just happened? What could have happened? "Do... you realize... how risky that was? What could have happened if you had been caught doing... THAT to me? The police chief? One of my own officers found underneath my desk as I'm being interviewed, it... That would be a scandal worthy of... If a story like that were to get out, I'd be decommissioned in a heartbeat--"
"Vinny, calm down!" the feline's playful smirk returned. "We weren't in any danger. Celeste knows how to keep her mouth shut, even though mine was--"
"Wait... What?"
Yeah, she's totally capable of keeping secrets. I mean, you wouldn't think so, but she can surprise you!"
Bogo's eyes narrowed. Now that the haze of orgasm had drifted away, alarm bells were going off. "Why are you talking about that reporter like you know her?"
Clawhauser blinked, then smiled. "Because she's my friend."
The buffalo stared. "What?"
"Yep," the cheetah chirped.
"You..." Bogo pointed at the door where the lemur had been standing not two minutes before, dumbstruck. "You staged this entire interview?!"
"Not quite," Clawhauser hummed. "She's a real reporter. She's been wanting to get a story about you for MONTHS, but you just never had the free time. But remember when you left me high and not-so-dry and sent me back to my desk? She happened to call the office because I wasn't answering my phone..." he snapped a claw, "and after your little cop-block, I saw you had an opening that was just begging to be filled. So, I made the appointment!"
Now the confusion settled way for anger. "So, you decided that you would arrange an interview with your friend and... fellate--"
"Blow, Vincent."
"That is not the terminology while we're at work! Anyway, you... You decided to do THAT while she was here? Was she in on that as well? Was this entire scene just some stage for you to—?"
"Oh, that was a legit interview, all right! She just didn't know there was an extra pair of ears listening and an extra mouth working."
The buffalo glared. "And what if she had discovered you?"
"She would have thought it was hilarious!" Clawhauser beamed. "Trust me, she wouldn't have said anything. What just happened was nothing but pure professionalism from the waist-up!"
Bogo hoped that the pant in his voice did not make him seem any less intimidating. "I'm keeping your phone for another three days.”
Surprisingly, this did not dampen his lover's smugness as he thought it would and was stunned as the feline instead waved the threat away like it was nothing. "No problem! I have a much better way to spend my time now!" The buffalo was startled as nimble paws roamed his chest and began to unbutton his uniform. "How about a follow-up interview with someone on the inside?"
"Benjamin..."
"I can see the headline now! Chief Bogo: Up Close and Personal... Intimate details further down..."
Bogo managed a sigh before he was silenced with a round of sweet, sticky kisses. It seemed that Clawhauser was the type that needed to be on something all the time. First it was his phone, and now it would be his commanding chief. Had he really accomplished anything with this bet?
Honestly, the buffalo couldn't find a single fault with this turn of events, but he would look more closely at the ramifications after a bit of ramming of his own...
#Zootopia#ClawBogo#Close Call#BoHauser#fan fiction#writing#FINALLY FINISHED AFTER 3 YEARS OH WHAT A DAY
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