Date Night (Patreon)

“I dunno man, I thought it was pretty hype whe-huh?” Mid-movie critique, the wolf stopped walking, stopped chewing on the last of his candy, and turned to look back over his shoulder at his mountain lion boyfriend, now lagging a few steps behind. From the awkward way Jack was checking his phone, Brooks could tell what was going on. “Oh. Yeah, that’s not suspicious at all.”

“Shut up.” Jack hissed through slightly gritted teeth, trying to look casual at the screen of his phone despite the redness threatening to overtake his tawny cheekfur. He was wetting himself, and after a long movie, and a big soda, it was pretty obvious that his diaper was reaching the tipping point. Brooks could see it swollen against the fit of his shorts. “I dunno how you do this, and just, like—__keep going__.”

“Skill issue.” Brooks grinned and shrugged his shoulders, scratching his ear and moving to a space more… casually advantageous, to keep his boyfriend shielded from any passers-by. It wasn’t a wholly altruistic gesture, though. It also allowed him to reach down and cup the curve of the feline's butt, feeling the warm spread through the seat of his diaper. “Oh dude, you’re like… really wet.”

“I had a big soda. And I finished yours too.” Jack defended himself, but only half-heartedly. Brooks’ hand on his butt made him squirm a little, and even as he felt the flow of warmth taper off, leaving him with a soaked, heavy diaper, he could feel his shaft start to stir. The closeness of his boyfriend, feeling his breath on his neck, and the weight of his hand on the seat of his diaper, would often have that effect. He smirked back over his shoulder, discreetly bringing a hand down to squeeze the front of Brooks’ jeans, making the wolf’s diaper crinkle as well. “Besides, I doubt you’re much better.”

“No way I’m as wet as you are.” Brooks curled his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and gave him a squeeze, hugging him tight and resting his chin over his shoulder in a way that had his wet nose pushed up against Jack’s cheek.

With the theater aisle otherwise abandoned, the boys were feeling a little adventurous.

“… Buuut, we could always make a stop by the restroom, if you don’t believe me.”

Jack shivered a little from the proximity, slightly embarrassed to be so touchy in public, but unable to deny that the danger of it was turning him on a little. Loosening up, the mountain lion turned and kissed the wolf on the mouth, moving his hand to rest comfortably on his boyfriend’s diapered hip.

“Yeah, good idea. I know at least one of us needs a diaper change.”