"𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 -- !" ＣＨＩＥＦ ＢＯＧＯ #LewdRP | #MVRP | #NSFWRP ↺ and ♡ ?

Bogo is an honest officer of the law. But he's not above doing some favors for the sake of the precinct. Like whoring himself out, secretly, to make some extra money for the station. "Wait! You -- mnm! -- you can't record this! That's not what -- ngh! -- we agreed on!"

It's been a long day. Of a hard week. Of a difficult month. If Bogo was looking forward to anything, it was getting out of uniform and having a shower down in the locker room, before going to his office. But the footsteps nearby means he's not alone. And he turns towards them.

Zootoopia is holding its Burning Mammal festival. Loud music. Plenty of drinks and drugs. Hot bodies dancing all night. Pawbert had to attend! He smirks over his shoulder as he sees you. "Hey! Like what you see?" he chuckles. Lowering his shorts enough to give you a view.

"Mm..." Bogo lets out a deep, throaty huff. His cock twitching at the touch, throbbing to life in an instant. Nodding slowly. "I've missed you too. Missed this..."

"This is -- ngh! -- o-over a damn ticket...?!" Bogo shivers and grunts. A thick cock working in and out of his toned rear. Making his bulky form shake and shudder with each movement. His own cock hard and throbbing. "You're -- mm! -- ridiculous!"

Bogo takes off his sunglasses. Letting Nick see the full glare. Exhaling deeply through his nose. Shaking his head and sighing. "-- first...whatever this is. Now you're trying to bribe me, fox?" Bogo huffs. "How about we start at the beginning. What, exactly, are up to, Wilde?"

Clawhauser. If there's one officer he can depend on, and trust, it's him. He grips along his shoulder with one hand, kneading there as he works bis thick tip against his lips. "Mm. This may just be my favorite angle for you..." Bogo admits, with a soft chuckle.

Bogo's stern gaze subtly scans over the foxes backside, before he huffs and takes a long sip of his drink. Blinking as he's introduced. Letting out a chuckle and a wave. Looking almost nervous. A far cry from his usual demeanor. "I -- hello, gentlemen."

One of Bogo's heavy hands settles along his shoulder. Curling inward, to cup the back of his head. Grunting; urging him closer with a curl of his digits. His hefty length practically twitching against his muzzle. "Get to it already..." the chief huffs above him.

He exhales through his nose. Strong legs curling on either side of him, drawing him even closer around his cock. One hand reaching down and grasping Ben by his shoulder. Huffing -- giving a shallow rut towards his warm muzzle. "Mmm...just like this..."

Bogo sighs and shakes his head. "No apologies needed, Fangmeyer. These facilities are for the ZPD. There's no need to act so embarrassed...that's what they're here for." He grunts. Looking a little flustered, despite himself. Water rolling down his strong, sturdy form.

"If you barge into a locker room, or especially a shower, and don't expect the potential of someone being undressed...well, I'd have my concerns. Seems obvious to me." Bogo snorts. Scrubbing into his burly chest and sighing. "...something like that, I'm sure."

"Well if you're expecting some crude comment, of that sort, from me, I hate to disappoint you..." Bogo rolls his eyes and snorts.

"Hmph. Things have been a bit too lenient around here, lately. We need to hold ourselves to a higher standard, not a less one..." Bogo has no problem admitting that Fangmeyer is handsome. He could easily be one of Gazelle's dancers! But he's not going to make him uncomfortable.

"You're a handsome man, Fangmeyer. I think most of the city would agree on that." It's said with a degree of nonchalance. Bogo scrubbing into his chest. "Not that that excuses it, but...perhaps contextualizes it."