Jesse had met a few Little's in his twenty eight years upon the glorious earth, but none quite like Beauty.

And he most certainly was, from Jesse's deduction. But he could also tell his new acquaintance seemed to be in distress so he did the first thing that came to his chaotic mind: throw the closest thing at him.

And luckily for Beauty, this happened to be a stuffie rather than the other closest option... a music box.

Jesse was about to apologise for his rashness when he saw the blissful look upon the stunning face of who he assumed to be a celebrity or the offspring of one.

He's so... lovely. I've never seen anyone like him before.

Truly, had Jesse ever come across someone like Beauty? Quinn was extremely handsome, comforting and dependable while Devon was sexy, stern at times and mature. But the person next to him, smiling softly at the penguin cradled in his arms was... stunning.

While his body was visually masculine (and very much Jesse's type) most of the fox's attention was drawn to his face. Dusky pink, plump lips glistened with gloss, pale cheeks lightly bronzed and thick, long lashes deepened with mascara... he was beautiful. And the way dark auburn hair fell in thick waves to frame such a lovely face made Jesse's heart beat a little faster.

This was one beautiful man, so why did his little smile seem so unhappy and caramel brown eyes speak of such a deep loneliness? Jesse despised it.

"Do you like it?" He asked and immediately regretted it once Beauty leapt and practically spiked the penguin back onto the table. Whatever peace the man had found in those few minutes was now gone.

"Not really my thing".

"Really, why?" Jesse pushed, uncaring on whether it was his place or not.

"It's stupid. I'm an adult, why would I want to play with children's stuff?".

"Oh? So Little's are stupid?".

Okay, that was a bit mean, I shouldn't taunt him, he confessed to himself when his conversation partner hurried to explain himself.

"No, of course not. It's great they have a healthy way to decompress or cope with whatever they need to, but for me... it just isn't my thing".

"What complete and utter bullshit", Jesse wanted to tell him but managed to hold back. He was pushy, yes, but wasn't his place to force someone into a kink or lifestyle. Especially when they seemed as opposed to it as Beauty did.

"I see. That's fine, it isn't for everyone. But, uh, I have a friend who couldn't make it tonight who is super deep into this stuff, would you mind helping me find her a gift?" Jesse rushed, not quite wanting either of them to go their separate ways just yet.

"I thought you had no money?".

"That's personal spending money; if it's for a gift then my master will lend me some more. I'll just have to promise to make it worth his loss" The little fox winked and mimed a blowjob, tongue poking his cheek and eyes rolling back in his head exaggeratedly.

Sometimes Jesse forgot that not everyone was quite like him, even minus the ears and tail. His humour was crude, his language colourful and his sense of shame very low. Jesse was... well, he he was unabashedly himself. And that was too much for a lot of people. Was his joke too much for this person?

"Pfft!".

Jesse's head snapped up, fox ears wobbling a little, to see Beauty covering his mouth and chuckling softly into his palm. Suddenly, those caramel eyes were lit up with amusement, not at all put off by the sexual mimicry.

"Sorry, you're mouth just looks so small. It's hard to imagine anything worth sucking could fit in there" he giggled and Jesse gasped, imagining how his beloved men would react to that, then burst out laughing.

"Trust me, my lovers have very nice penis's".

"I'm sure they do, lucky you!" Beauty said with a final giggle, both of them winding down and smiling softly at one another. Silence fell again but rather than it feeling tense, as it had earlier, it felt... nice. Weirdly, Jesse felt very safe and comfortable around this mystery person.

He wanted to know more, spend more time together, but after checking his phone, he noticed there was no time.

"I have to get back to my partners so the gift will have to wait, but could we swap numbers? I'd love to meet up and get a coffee together, maybe lunch?".

Beauty blinked at him. "Are you asking to be my friend?".

"In my head, we're already friends. Now we just need to hang out and it's official".

And if anyone had told Jesse that all he had to do to witness the most adorable thing known to mankind was to offer a potential Little a coffee date, he would've done it much sooner.

Beauty was wiggling his hips a little as he shuffled in place, hands tucked under his chin and playing with his hair. His eyes were fixed on Jesse's feet but they sparkled happily, lips pulled into a smile. A small sound came from the tall man and it was the most heart-warming sight Jesse had ever witnessed.

Ah, he's too precious. Look at him. So cute. I wonder if he has a partner and is treated well...

They swapped numbers and just before they parted, Jesse decided to be bold and asked for a hug. And oh boy, was he glad to have done that. Briar, as the name next to the number in his phone said, was large in build but hugged Jesse as though he were treasure. Strong arms encircled him gently, pulling just tight enough to offer warmth but loose enough so that he did not feel uncomfortable. A soft scent reached his nose, slightly feminine like face powder but also musky, the starting's of sweat peaking through and it was wonderful.

And as he waited in the designated spot for his beloved partners, Jesse found himself wishing he had asked to be hugged just a little tighter.

*************

Quinn held the back of his hand over his mouth, saliva wetting the skin as he panted heavily onto it.

"Shh, moan any louder and we'll have an audience. Last I checked, exhibitionism wasn't your thing" Devon whispered directly into his husbands ear, smirking when the man groaned and thrust his cock deeper into his hand. It looked so beautiful, white precum stark and shiny against his dark prick.

"Stop talking and make me cum already" he huffed, eyelids heavy as new waves of pleasure made his flesh erupt in goosebumps when Devon teased the usually overlooked area between his sack and shaft, right at the base. It took them over two years to realise that was a particularly strong erogenous for him but now that they knew, both his lovers assaulted it whenever to drive him mad.

"What has you so desperate, love? Is it because you've been so busy with work lately?" Devon continued to whisper, placing interspersed kisses on the soft dark skin under his lips. "Or... is it because someone could walk in here at any minute and see your gorgeous, thick cock in my fist?".

While true that he had been very busy with cementing business connections and overseeing new projects within his company, Quinn couldn't deny that knowing they could be caught any moment made him eager to climax. He enjoyed the thrill and risk of being caught, something sexy and adrenaline inducing in the idea, but actually being watched was more of Devon's preference.

"Mmh, Dev, fuck" he muttered through clenched teeth, hips thrusting his weeping cock through the hand around it that twisted each time it reached the tip, the thumb caressing his special spot as it descended and repeating the torturously delicious process all over again repeatedly. "I swear, if someone walks in here I am going to fucking kill you".

Usually, being glared at like he was in that moment would irritate Devon. He was the one who did the glaring, he was the one who was in charge, but with his dear husband he had always allowed behaviour he otherwise despised within the bedroom- or a fitting room, in this case. Looking at his slightly taller lover, dark skin slightly shiny from sweat and hand slick with saliva as he desperately tried to stay silent, he fucking loved knowing he reduced the gorgeous man to a groaning mess.

"Hm, now I don't really want to help. Maybe we should just stop..." he trailed off and Quinn snapped.

Holding his husbands hand tightly within his grip, keeping it in place, he forced his cock through the wet fist, the sound obscene and barely covered by his panting. If Devon wasn't going to give him his release, he would do it himself.

"That's it baby, take what you want from me. Fuck yourself into my hand and cum" Devon encouraged and barely three pumps later, Quinn groaned deeply into his husbands shoulder, hips jerking as he completed his release into the condom.

They stood for a little bit, Devon kissing his cheek and rubbing his back, Quinn calming down then turning his head to take those kisses to his lips. Just as they had since they met twelve years ago, they became lost in each other. It was as though the world didn't exist around them, at least until someone entered the makeshift changing area next to them and they flinched.

"I can't believe you practically attacked me the moment we came in here. We aren't in our twenties anymore" Quinn admonished, tying the condom and tucking his spent cock back inside his underwear. He could barely remember why they even went into the changing room, mind still in that relaxed post-orgasm haze.

"You liked it, didn't you?" The more dominant of the two said, ignoring the bulge within his own grey trousers, the outline prominent. He wasn't really fussed about not getting to orgasm because that's not what this had been about; it was for his husband who was over worked, stressed and far too sexy to not touch.

And didn't everyone deserve a spontaneous hand job every now and then?

"Not the point, Dev. Shit, we spilled some" he sighed, gesturing to the little droplets of liquid on the floor.

"It's a shame Jesse isn't here; he'd love to clean it up" the dominant said and they both chuckled, shaking their heads at the honesty within the statement.

It was easy to imagine their little fox kneeling at their feet, looking up with wide eyes and asking to clean up the cum. He would then crawl over to the mess and use his tongue on whatever was dirty with fluids, whether it be the ground, shoes or furniture.

"Such a good boy, he is. Eager to please" Quinn sighed, already missing the young man. They had only been separated a few hours but since he hadn't been home as much as he would've liked, Quinn felt deprived of his Jesse.

"When he isn't being a bratty little shit, yes, he is" Dev mumbled, unrolling his folded up sleeves and checking his erection in the mirror. Thankfully, it was barely visible unless someone was looking for it but his black hair did look a little sex-mussed so he quickly fixed it.

"He's a fox- they're infamous for mischief. Besides, we all know you love chasing him around like a good owner does. We ready to go?" the softer natured man asked, holding the door handle and waiting.

"Oh. Aren't you going to try it on? That's why we came in here".

"Try on what?".

The black haired man revealed a thong, the fabric that went up the crack so thin Quinn wondered how it didn't slice. Shit, just imagining having that anywhere near his sack or hole made him feel uneasy. If he'd known that was why he had been dragged into the changing rooms, Quinn would've put up more of a fight.

"Fuck off, Dev".

Chuckling, they left the room (without the thong) and continued browsing the event hand-in-hand until it was time to meet up with their little fox.