Hope stood before the mirror, his black-furred head and fists contrasting with his clean white training gi. He waved his hips left and right a little to make his belt loosen a little, letting him feel a little more comfortable. He took a breath in and took the first fighting position. Made the first movement, the second, the third. He corrected his stance, clenched his fists once, making his neck crack a little, rubbing behind his nape. The black bunny was in a hotel room. His karate class was on a learning trip at the national karate championships, and they had done 4 hours of road to get there. After arriving, the other had immediately opted to go have dinner somewhere, but the bunny had feigned being tired to stay behind. In reality, Hope wanted to put his gi on and practice a little. The championship wasn't strictly a competition. There were tons of workshops offered, and he wanted to make the most out of his trip. His karate was only one of the many things the bunny was into, but it was one of his favorites. He looked into the reflection of his eyes. First position, first movement, second, third, fourth, pull back, crouch, swipe. Good.

After a few minutes, he had taken steps back towards the middle of the room and started paying less and less attention to the mirror, letting his muscle memory guide him. Seventh, Eight, dodge, touch. He then grimaced, feeling his stomach rumbling. Eating dinner didn't sound so bad now. He picked up the phone, running his finger down the list of numbers, finding the room service one. The phone rang a couple of times, before a warm male voice answered. "Yeah hi, I'm in 335. Do you think you could bring me up a sandwich? Any kind. And also an apple, a yogourt and a water bottle. Just add it on the tab, please." He lowered the phone down and noticed he was sweating. He first wiped his forehead with his sleeve, then hesitated, watching the wet mark on his clean gi. He quickly stripped the top part off, letting it flop around his sides, solidly held up by the belt, trotting to the bathroom and picking up a small towel, running it over his face and upper body. His stomach growled again and there was a knock on the door, as on cue.

Hope quickly opened the door, blinking as he saw a whole cart, followed by a handsome, tall otter hunk. he bunny felt a little flushed, liking the snazzy suit the lutrine wore. "Oh wow! I expected just a brown bag with my stuff inside. This is pretty nice." He giggled as the otter pushed the cart inside, Hope's eyes following the motions of that athletic ass. The otter lifted the silver-plated dome, announcing with a clear voice, just serious enough to be sexy and just amused enough to let Hope know he was joking. "For monsieur, Ham and cheese sandwich cut in diagonal, apple, peach yogourt and Clear River Water". The bunny grinned, rolling his eyes as he walked next to the taller male, his upper half still fully bare. "Oh come on, you're making me regret to not have actually ordered something fancy. Do you make that little number to everyone... Trevor?" He asked, twisting his head to read the name tag on the otter's vest. The employee laughed as he pulled the plate from his cart, setting it on the table nearby. "Well there are a few people who thinks they're in the Queen Elizabeth here, so... I've defaulted to this. You're here for the karate championship?"

Hope looked down at himself, seeing the white fabric and black belt hanging from his waist. "Ah yeah... I'm probably not the only one staying here either. I'm Hope." He extended his paw, which Trevor shook. Manlily. "Nice to meet you. Are you participating? I see a nice black belt, symbol of excellence there." The bunny shrugged and shook his head. "Black belts are distributed like candy now. And no, I'm not in, I'm just here with my class for immersion. Maybe next year."

Trevor nodded, his eyes obviously slipping over the bunny's slim, yet toned body. Hope noticed and leaned back a little, making his lines show off a little for the very attractive blue-haired mustelid. "So... Is the tip put on the bill too? Or will I have to... pay up the only way us bunnies know how?" He said on a mocking tone, even though his body language betrayed how much he'd love to give a big, special tip to the handsome waiter. Trevor rubbed his wrists together, readjusting his wrist cuffs and grinning. "No, it's not included. And while it's not in the hotel's policy to accept payments in bunny currency... I'm a rebel." He waved his hair to the side slightly, giving the black-furred twink a sexy eyeing.

"I'm totally into you." Hope blurted out.

"Yeah, I'm too" Trevor replied, slightly relieved.

The door was slammed shut and the two males threw themselves on the bed, Hope beneath, their muzzles joining in a deep, tongue-filled kiss. The bunny's clothes were quickly taken care of, the rest of his loose gi pulled to the floor. The two tried to be careful undoing Trevor's buttons, not wanting to damage his work clothing, and the extra time it took just made them want it harder, Hope gasping as the shirt finally came loose and his eyes fell on the otter's gorgeous set of abs. "Holy shit... You must climb a lot of stairs every day" He muttered, caressing the defined muscles. "Never took anything else if I had the chance", Trevor panted in response, kissing at Hope's neck and down his slim chest, quickly undoing his own belt as his mouth stroked along the tent he found in the twink's purple boxers.

Hope would later find said purple boxers in a corner of the bedroom where the otter had hastily threw them before going down on him, the hot lutrine mouth sucking down his excited lapine cock, quickly bobbing up and down the length and drooling over it. Trevor then pulled off and climbed back on the bed, preceded by his huge erection. Hope reached down, gripping and weighting that rather massive member, pumping it as their eyes met. "How many times can you go in a row?" He asked, flushed. "3 times in a row", the otter answered. "With me, you'll go 4 times easily" He grinned.

After an intense hour of ravenous, noisy sex, the two flopped down on the bed, wheezing loudly and staring at the ceiling. Hope gave Trevor's hip a nudge. "My roomate's gonna be here soon... You better get me some new sheets. Maybe spray some air freshener... Or else everyone will know that when I take a nap, the whole room starts smelling of amazing, amazing gay sex." He said with a grin, rolling against the taller male's side, Trevor's paw curling around the black-furred hip. "Yeah yeah... Just remember to order room service every day while you're here... We have really good homemade apple pie."