Night at the Museum

Based on https://e621.net/post/show/2112126/2020-absurd_res-animal_genitalia-animal_penis-anth
Which is a link that I hope never dies because remembering to update this would be a beech.

It was supposed to be a one time goof, but Judy had had the two of them come back multiple times now. They’d been a little too popular, so for 4 days they’d stood in front of a gawking public. By the end of the second day they’d established that Judy would drop them off in the morning then come by to retrieve them some time after closing once the crowds had thinned out. Which had allowed the museum staff a full day of appreciating their two new exhibits.
One curator in particular had made it very obvious that he appreciated having the two around, his interest in the bunny slightly more palpable. By the time the crowds had been ushered out, he'd grabbed a ladder and had propped it up against the bun's nethers. Climbing up put him right at the bunny's sheath, which he stuck his nose into and gave an exaggerated whiff.
"You know, this is the busiest I've ever seen this place. You two are really bringing in a lot of new faces!" Neither mammal responded. They were professionals after all. So the rodent reached out and gave Jack's balls a little wiggle. "We really appreciate it, guys." Silence.
Emboldened by the lack of rejection he pressed on. "In fact, I'm really liking having you around myself." He reached back for Jack once more, but this time with more care put into his caress. Even if Jack didn't respond, his body couldn't keep up the poker face quite as well. He started to peek out at the curator's fondling. "Are you guys being paid for this? Cause I'd sure like to show my appreciation somehow." A little more growth led to a shaky breath being let out onto Jack's tip. He leaned in close just to feel the warmth from it before looking up at the bunny's face. "Kinda wish I could just...crawl in there and keep you company. Little weird to say though. Sorry." Jack's excitement grew to full mast at that statement.
The rustle of a jacket being removed was the only sound for a few seconds, then a furry warmth began to latch onto Jack's lower extremity. The Curator was giving him a hug, gently patting Jack's shaft while peppering small kisses at it's base. Jack swallowed. "I know you've got your buddy over there, but I figured you wouldn't mind a little personal attention, amirite?" Kicking off of his tiny ladder he perched himself fully atop of Jack's penis and let his own poke into the top of it. He shuffled along the shaft until he made it to the tip and began to lick at the opening there, small amounts of pre being lapped up. Now it was Jack's turn to let out a shaky breath.
Showing off a teeny amount of athleticism, the Curator allowed himself to swing along the bottom of Jack and stay clasped on, continuing to make out with Jack's entrance. As he got more energetic in the front, he used the rest of his body to pump Jack's length. Legs gripping and pulling at as much of the bunny as he could, alternating between gripping tightly and easing off the pressure, never stopping the assault with his tongue, pushing further into Jack while he licked and kissed everything he could. As the bubbling of the pre began to thicken, dexterous toes reached out to press up against balls. "I know you're already doing a lot for the museum," he paused to take a deep breath, "but it'd sure make my day if you could leave me a personal treat tonight. Right on my face if I could be little bold about it." He squeezed Jack's balls with his toes and gripped the entire shaft at the same time. Instead of the clear substance he'd been playing in up until that point, a large white mess greeted him.
He pressed into it enthusiastically and released his grip on Jack, before squeezing with his entire body once more. This time, Jack's rope sailed far past his head into the ether behind him. No good. Once more the Curator loosened his grip, then slowly constricted. Now the stickiness oozed out slowly and rolled down his body, filling more than his mouth could hold and giving him a warm bath as it began to roll down his back. Using his body to milk out everything he could, the goop flowed on in a slow, steady stream without stopping. He wanted to feel it overtake his entire body and finally released his grip enough to allow the gooey drop to coat his frontside, before squishing himself back up against Jack's excitement with some makeshift lube. There was no time wasted as his own climax mixed with that of Jack's, the two fluids coalescing on the rodent's stomach.
Strength drained, the Curator let go entirely, completely content to lay as a sticky splatter on the floor until he found the energy to get himself cleaned up. But a large white hand easily caught him just a hair after he'd begun to drop, and he wiped cum off his face to see Jack, eyes closed, letting out a deep breath he must've been holding. Without even glancing down at the one who'd just spilled his seed, he gingerly deposited the exhausted guy onto a bright red rocket. The Curator looked up at what should've been Nick's stoic face and instead saw him struggling to hold back a grin. His perch bobbed in excitement as his second charge expected a similar level of care to be given to him. After all, they were both responsible for the success of this exhibit. The Curator laid back and started to rub Jack's lube into the top of Nick's rocket. "Alright big guy. Give me just a minute to collect myself."
FIN