"Damn right. And the captain always takes care of his team..." Fox shivers as that bead of pre smears along him. Shuddering at his heft. His scent. Pumping him again and again. "F-fuck, Slip'..." he grunts. Then he closes his tight, warm mouth around him. Slowly taking him in.

Fox lets out another shivering gasp. Slowly nodding. "I...I thought about it, but -- but didn't wanna' scare you off either..." He chuckles breathlessly. "But that doesn't mean I didn't want to..."

"Slippy..." He shivers in place. Shifting. Then he sighs and nods. "Slippy -- please fuck me."

Fox sighs. He isn't even sure if Slippy is actually missing the point or if he's intentionally getting a rise out of him. "Slip'..." the captain murmurs. "I mean -- you could...we could do that. If you wanted to. I'm -- I'm offering."

"Yeah?" Fox shivers. Rubbing the side of his muzzle. Inhaling a deep breath -- then going for it. "What if...you didn't need to wait for us to get back on the ground to get some action?"

"That's for sure. Damn Slip' you could -- you should be the one making people moan and whine..." -- there's a twinge of desire in his words. How could there not be? Standing here, nude and alone on the ship, with that thick cock dangling in front of him. "You're huge..."

"It's always at a neutral station or port. Wouldn't risk Cornerian security over some dick, Slip'. Not that desperate." "He's...pretty big. Big enough to -- well, you heard me. Get me like that. Though...if I'm being honest, not quite as big as you."

-- he grunts at the heavy slap. Shrugging and chuckling. "No, he's not, but...as much of a pain as him and his crew are to deal with in the sky, he's...definitely not too bad in bed." Fox smiles. "Heh -- I can take it, yeah. Always been pretty tough, you know that."

"I...guess not. Glad to have helped, I guess. Anything for the crew..." Fox's eyes don't lift from Slippy's hefty length. Even as he pulls away from it himself. Tail swaying back and forth. "Can't help it when I get...y'know. Get it good."

Fox is silent for a moment. Wide-eyed. Mouth open but not saying anything. Slowly composing himself. "You're -- are you serious, Slip'? You've been -- " Any further questions falter when he sees him wagging that thick length. Sending a jolt down to his own. Huffing out a sigh.

"Oh my God..." Fox rubs his forehead. "Slippy -- I'm...I /knew/ we were being too loud. Just -- sorry..." he chuckles. Shaking his head and shrugging. "Sometimes this job gets to me. Helps to have an outlet." He chuckles at the touch.

"Like I said, we've been on this ship for a while. So...I guess it's been a while since anyone's -- done something. Like that..." Fox swallows dryly. Tail now swaying over his curvy ass. Clearly flustered by the reaction -- and even more so having to explain it.

He chuckles and shrugs. "Eh -- I mean...I'll take what I can get. It's a big galaxy. Try not to be too -- " -- any further comment dies on his lips as Slippy slaps and gropes his rear. Surprising another shaky, throaty grunt from him. The jolt to his cock visible this time.

"You think so? Most people tell me I remind them of my dad. Though that might be more for the piloting. than...this. But...heh. Thanks." Some of the tension vanishes from his form. Standing a bit more confident from the praise. His golden-furred body on full display.

He rubs the back of his head. His cock twitching between his legs at the thought of Falco nude -- but even more so at imagining Peppy. Sighing. Blinking as he's nudged. "...I'll give it a thought, Slip'..." Fox chuckles.

-- the slap startles a noise out of him that left him flustered. Not just surprise but tinged with the start of a shaky groan. Ears twitching from his fluster. Still feeling the sting on his bare ass. "When it's just the two of us? It's -- it's a deal, Slippy."

Fox has spent most of his years thinking of Slippy as his best friend too, since the academy days. But this was starting to paint him in a very different picture. "Yeah? I -- alright, yeah." He shivers as he starts to undo his own clothes. Piece by piece falling to the floor.

"Yeah, guess it's...it's just the two of us." Fox shifts a bit as the words leave his mouth. The implication not entirely lost on him. As he arches against Slippy's big fingers. He never thought his touch would feel this good. "That's -- uh. Fine by me, honestly."

"This is...a little different Slip'..." Fox huffs. Tail twitching behind him; half fidget and half growing eagerness. Shifting receptively into the rubbing motion. His own length twitching again in his pants. "Usually don't just...walk the halls like this."