FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

"Nice neighborhood you've got around here, Danny."

"Oh, you think so?"

Back when William and I had just started going out, we used to go on walks around the neighborhood during the cooler months. We'd been around all the streets, all the alleys between houses, back in the forested area down the street. Ah, the last of these... we'd spent a _lot_of time there. Now that Harley and I walked the same direction, following all the curves in the sidewalk that had just enough room for the both of us to walk side by side, my mind had naturally started recalling all those times, but with this coyote instead.

Every now and then the back of his paw would touch against mine, or his bushy tail would brush along my leg, half-wrap around my ankle... part of me almost thought that he was doing it on purpose. He made no attempt to move away whenever he bumped against me, and I swear that once, his fingers grasped along my wrist for a fraction of a second.

"Yeah. A lot more trees than what I have in my neighborhood. And the houses are closer together, but it's... cozy." He lifted his sandy slate muzzle up to the sky, in which smooth whitish-grey clouds had started to gather. Looks like we couldn't be out for too long. "...Heh. Closer together, cozy... did I ever tell you about my most recent ex?"

I stuffed my paws into my pockets. A little red car drove by, adding its gentle hum to the ambient sounds of the neighborhood - far-off traffic on the highway, birds chirping, a breeze through the boughs of the trees. "You... mentioned her, I think." Speaking of which, right before we'd gone outside, I'd gotten a text from William. He wanted to know where I was and what I was doing, so I told him I was busy. While locking the door behind us, I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket in receiving another text; I hadn't yet looked at it.

"Clingy one? Wanted to be talking to me literally every ten minutes out of the day, would keep me up at night talking with her and then would get pissed if I fell asleep?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I remember. You mentioned her."

Up ahead was one of the weird spots in this neighborhood, an odd bend in the road that caught most people by surprise. There used to be a fence going around the bend, but after being hit too many times, the owner of that plot of land decided to just pull the fence down. Even now, some tire tracks in the dirt by the road could still be seen.

"Yeah. Her name was Julia. Well, I mean - it still is, but..." Out of the corner of my eye, I could just barely notice Harley's tall ears flicking back for a split second, as well as a faint tightening at the edge of his mouth. "You know. We actually met in band class, way back in junior year of high school."

"You're in band?"

"Well, not anymore. I played trumpet."

"For some reason, I'm not surprised."

"Hah. Anyway. Things between us started out great, y'know? We made each other laugh, made each other smile... whenever we had free time in class, we'd always sit together and talk, get to know each other better... and, of course, things went on from there. I liked her, she liked me, we exchanged phone numbers, started texting, started hanging out outside of class... and more. My dad's generally not home, which is a large part of why I can get away with what I do."

"My mom doesn't get home til early evening, so. I know that life."

As we rounded that bend, another car passed by, and stuck close to the dead center of the road. The current of air from it caused my whiskers to tickle, and I noticed Harley's nose twitch before he started speaking again. "Yeah. Me and Julia, we started off fast and hard. In more ways than one. For a while, I'd been telling myself - hey, the reason why I can't keep a steady relationship is because of that, because of my... overeagerness."

I shrugged. "You're a college-aged boy. That's part of the so-called experience."

"Well, sure. But after four or five or so - I've lost count - you kind of start to think that there's something wrong. Before Julia, I'd already told myself that I was going to stop that, that I was going to take the time to get to know someone before - slamming them against a wall and humping them. You know? Me and her, soon we were... we were slipping paws into pants in the practice rooms, sharing deep kisses behind the building on campus, seeing each other four days out of the week. And it was great, right? Of course it was. Like you said. Part of the experience."

Already I could tell that the Harley that came over this afternoon was a different Harley than the one who spoke to me in class and told me stories about his life. Same voice, same face, same person and personality, but... here, he was actually showing me who he was. A book on the shelf, nice to look at; but open it up, and there's so much more inside. The coyote's voice carried less of the bright note that I'd gotten used to hearing on it.

"But, as it went on, I found myself... I don't know. Dreading hanging out with her, and for more reasons than just those mood swings of hers. The sex was nice enough, sure, but soon lost its... charm, I guess. I just felt guilty that our relationship - oh, this was just this last semester; me and her had stayed friends-with-benefits 'til then - felt guilty that our relationship was like it was a month or so after starting it, and I was unsatisfied, with both the relationship and myself. Honestly, I let it drag on for longer than I should have, and... that whole thing with the friends-with-benefits, I mean other than her - that was me trying to get my mind off the whole thing..."

"I thought you said that the friends-with-benefits was in a different relationship. Or are those the same one?"

"No, no, the one I mentioned in class, _her_name - was..."

He swallowed, and lowered his gaze back down. The sidewalk had suddenly cut off around that bend, so now, tiny little chunks of gravel crunched underneath our feet as we walked alongside the road.

"...Ah, anyway. Julia had made me promise that I'd always stay up talking with her if she couldn't sleep, because that's what boyfriends do. And, guess what? She had trouble sleeping literally every weeknight. Weekends were fine - I'd send a text around ten PM and get no response until the following morning. But, week_nights_? She'd have me up 'til midnight, 'til one, 'til two. And, sure, midnight is usually when I get to bed, but... this was around finals for last semester, and I actually _try_on those. So, she got upset with me going to bed, breaking my promise, whatever. So she broke up with me, and not only could I sleep better, but last semester's finals were my highest grades of my college career so far."

I slowed down a little. Harley noticed after a bit, and backtracked to come even with me. "Wait," I said, "I'm a little confused on the timeline here. Two relationships-"

"Okay. I met Julia in band class in high school. We fucked, a lot, through junior year and senior year - and it was in senior year where I met that she-otter I mentioned in class, and we had our thing, and... yeah. I didn't get myself involved in another relationship 'til just last semester, and me and Julia were still going at it, so I figured... hey, I like her enough, might as well try it." Harley scoffed. "See how well that went. But, yeah... been on my own since then."

"Here, let's cross the road..." Up a ways, the road turned left, and taking that street would bring us back around to my house. Short walk, but - still the clouds thickened in the sky above, and now, it almost looked like it was going to rain. I don't think that was in the forecast, but... "How are you handling it?"

"Handling what?"

"Being a single pringle." In the back of my mind, I remembered him saying, that day in class-

"Well, I did say that I don't think a romantic relationship with a girl is right for me, didn't I?"

Th-thump. My heart picked up in pace again. Along the way, I'd taken my paws back out of my pockets again - and, of course, along the way, his_paw bumped against _mine. With him walking this close to me, every now and then I caught a faint whiff of his scent, cinnamon and sand and spice and - something else, something that made my whiskers tingle. I very clearly heard myself ask him: "So you're bisexual."

And, then, the voice of the Harley I knew came back. "Heh. I was hoping it'd be that obvious. That's part of why I really wanted to be your friend-"

-th-thump-

"-because then I could finally have someone to talk to. I mean - also because you're cool, but, you know. Straight friends are only so good for that sort of conversation, you know? They don't really understand some of it."

"Man, I know what you mean."

"Hey..." He reached out and grabbed my wrist, lifting my arm up a little. The warmth of his fingerpads seeped through my fur. "Is that a park at the end of the street?"

"Huh?" William and I had had one of our first times in that park... "Oh, yeah. Didn't I mention?"

"God_damn_, I wish there was a park in my neighborhood..."

"I'm sure where you live isn't _that_bad."

"Well, hey-" When he let go of my wrist, his fingers grazed across mine for a second longer than it felt that should have. "Hopefully you'll get to see it sometime. Also, wait - doesn't this street right here," he pointed to another turn, "just go back to your place?"

"Well, it looks like it might rain. I don't wanna be caught outside if it does."

He shrugged. "Fair enough. My legs were starting to get sore anyway..."

"What, really? We've been out for - maybe ten minutes, if that?"

"Hey now!" He half-turned to me, paws raised and lips curled up in an amused smile. "I don't exercise much!"

"Really?" My tail brushed against his as we turned. A breeze still rustled through the trees above, but now it was cooler, heavier. How would we play video games like we'd planned if a storm rolls in and knocks out the power? "I never would have guessed."

"Well, what's that supposed to mean?"

Remember how my first impression of Harley was that he looked like halfway between a swimmer and a soccer player?"I... well, I meant - you don't look like the kind of person who lounges around all day sleeping and playing video games."

"Neither do you. So?"

I had nothing to say to that. Look both ways before crossing the street - of course - and Harley spread out from me a little bit while approaching the front of my house, though still walked a bit closer than any of my other friends. On the way there, I took my phone out, saw the 1 unread message from William notification, and opened it up.

Doing what?

...Oh, yeah. I forgot I'd mentioned to him just that I was 'busy'. The long wait - some fifteen minutes or so - spent on the walk even with as short a route as we took probably contributed to the believability of that. Part of me wanted to maintain that, to let him know that I was still busy... which was sort of true. I cast my eyes over to Harley, still in stride beside me, now with his muzzle directed down towards his phone in his paws, too. Easiest way to let William know would be just let it wait for a while longer... though, that would invite him to send _more_messages...

I slid my phone back into my pocket, and in the same move fished out my front door key. Oh well. Wouldn't be the first time I'd willingly ignored a text from him.

The coyote led the way up the path to the door, and then stepped aside to let me take over. Today was - what, Thursday? The two of us had met just this past Monday, and I had no doubt that I'd already exchanged more words with harley than anyone else I'd met in class so far. I mean, there was this cute otter in my blow-off music appreciation class last semester, and we'd ended up exchanging phone numbers and emails when we were placed in the same group for a project, but - after the_completion_ of that project...

"Hey, Harley?"

He leaned back against the wall beside the door. Stick him in a leather jacket and tighter jeans, and I'd almost think I was watching a stage production of West Side Story. "Yo."

"Sorry if this sounds - weird, or rude, but... why'd you tell me that story about your ex, just earlier? Julia?"

He tilted his head, squinted his eyes, shrugged. "Well..."

"Just 'cause?"

"Kinda. I mean... well, I don't know. It's not a story that I particularly hate telling, and besides, it's kind of fun seeing how different people react to it."

"What do you mean?" The lock clicked open; I had to put my shoulder against the door and push it to get it to come free of the sticky frame. It'd been like that for a year or two now, with Mom always saying 'I'm gonna get someone to fix that' but never actually doing it.

I held the door open for him, and when he came in after me, he rested his paw over mine on the knob and held it there until I took mine away. A little fluttering warmth skipped around in my heart. "Some people tell me how stupid I was to get into a relationship with a - with a fuck-buddy, frankly. Some people just straight-up tell me that she wasn't girlfriend material, what with those mood swings and other personality quirks. And then there was the whole... cheating-on-her thing, which is obvious..."

His ears lowered down for a second, and then came back up. He turned his bright green eyes on me. "And then, there's people like you. You just - asked me some questions, had me clarify a few things. That's it. No 'oh, sorry Harley, but you were an idiot', no 'I would've expected better from you', no - none of that. You know? It's good to have a friend that doesn't get on your back all the time."

The smile he gave me was more than enough to get me to smile back. Well, my mind drawled, I like you, Harley - but I couldn't get myself to say it. Instead:

"Hey, how about - how about we go back to my room and play some video games, and then watch a movie later? I'm sure my mom will want to meet you. I've mentioned you once or twice."

"Sure! Sounds good. And - aww, Daniel, I'm flattered..."

~ ~ ~

My mom got along far better with Harley than I'd expected. Usually she's pretty amiable with my friends, but with Harley... the two were making jokes, laughing with each other, sharing stories over dinner (hamburgers! My mom makes a killer burger), complimenting each other- "Gee, Mrs. Lane, this burger's really good..."; "Oh! Thanks, Harley, you're such a dear. I got the recipe from my brother. What do you usually eat at your house?"; "Well, I'm on my own a lot, so that gives me some time to mess around - you know, fried rice, soup, whatever we have. I'd love to get this recipe; I've never tried making a burger before, God only knows why..."

About halfway through dinner, the rain picked up and drummed quietly on the roof and windows, with the occasional far-off roll of thunder. Didn't seem like anything too bad, though, so I didn't feel wary about pulling two chairs up in front of my desktop computer for the start of the movie afterwards. Harley briefly ran back to the kitchen to grab some snacks, even though we'd just eaten, and then closed the door behind him when he returned."

"I brought chips," he said, muzzle pointed down at the floor to make sure not to trip anything. With the lights off and the beginnings of a storm blanketing the sky, the lighting in this room wasn't exactly great. "And marshmallows. I asked your mom for some soda, but she said you guys don't have any."

"Yeah, shame about that. Oh well. Here - I already have it pulled up; just been waiting on you..."

Being in my bedroom alone with Harley felt... less odd than I'd expected it to. Sure, my heart still beat a little stronger than usual just from being around him, and I couldn't resist glancing over at him and thinking about how close his paw came to mine when we both reached for the chips, but... well. To put it simply, nothing felt _wrong_about being here with him. Besides, it was just the two of us, two friends, watching a movie on a computer - and in separate chairs, too. It'd probably be different if we shared a couch, but...

This was the same movie that me and William had started watching the other day, so I could only half-pay attention to the start of it and still get out just fine. Harley seemed interested, with his sharp eyes reflecting the movement on the screen, his ears angled back at some scenes, perked up at others - I don't think I've seen anything cuter than how those ears popped up at a big plot twist about forty minutes in - and drooped a little at yet others. At one point, he set the bag of chips back down against the floor, and tried to scoot closer to the screen, but ended up just shifting his chair closer to mine.

Close enough that, if we were to both dangle our arms over the armrests, the backs of our paws would always be in contact between our chairs. When his first touched mine, I jumped a little bit and readjusted my position... but then settled down after turning a bit, the claw of his thumb brushing gently across my pinkie finger. We were getting into the part of the movie that I hadn't yet seen, and even though I kept my eyes focused on the screen, I couldn't tell you what was going on. My mind kept coming back to Harley, to how his paw just barely grazed against mine - to how when I twitched my pinkie finger, just to see what would happen, he twitched his thumb in response. Doing this another two times, and having him do the same thing...

But, then - flash of lightning, dreadfully loud crack of thunder that made both of us jump, and the computer screen flicked back, the power light on the case went out, and the hum of the house's air conditioning buzzed into silence.

"Jesus Christ," Harley breathed, bringing his paw up to his chest. "The scared the crap outta me."

I straightened up in my chair, heart now beating for a totally different reason. "Well, so much for _that_movie... and so much for any more video games for me later, too, unless the power comes back on. Damn."

"Hey, what time is it?"

"Uh..." I'd left my phone on the edge of my desk. Even from here I could see the notification light blinking; when I turned it on, across the screen, 3 unread messages from William. I swiped that notification to the side so I could see the time. "About seven forty. Why?"

"Heh..." The coyote pulled himself up out of his chair, which squeaked upon the change in weight. One time William had had me ride him in that chair while he played a game on my desktop... "It's probably too late to ask for a ride home, huh? I don't wanna make your mom drive in this weather..."

The bathroom just down the hall had a window to the outside of the house, and that window had no screen on it. Whenever rain decided to roll on in, we usually had to close the door to that bathroom on account of how damn loud it got in there. Even now with my bedroom door closed, I could still hear the sharper, heavier impacts of the drops on that uncovered window, as opposed to the softer drumming of the rain everywhere else.

"You - don't have a ride home?"

He shook his head, now going through his bag leaning against the wall. "Mm-mm."

"So... you'll be staying the night here, then?"

"Looks like it." One green eye flicked back to me. "If that's okay with you, I mean. I don't wanna impose."

"Oh - no, yeah, I mean - yeah, that'd be... that'd be fine..." I, too, stood up, though for what, I didn't know. I just kind of stood there, unsure whether I should keep my paws out or slip them into my pockets. "My mom just kind of assumes that whenever I have someone over, they're gonna spend the night. Um - there's - a sleeping bag in my closet, and a little fold-out mattress thing, so later on we can set you up on the floor in here if you'd like... or there's the couch in the living room..."

The darkness in the room now felt even deeper than before, what with the light from the screen no longer present. Harley had pulled out from his bag his laptop - a large, etched black thing, definitely a gaming computer - as well as a few books, what looked like a journal, and then a pair of pajamas. Hard to see in this light, but they looked deep blue, with little cartoon otter faces all over.

"So... what now?"

"Well..." I scratched my arm. Without the air conditioning running, this room had a tendency to get hot. Probably wouldn't be sleeping with any blankets on tonight. "I have that movie on my laptop. If you want, we can set up the other mattress and sit by the bed to - watch it..."

When I next looked over, Harley was already halfway through stripping his shirt off, arms up above his head and bellyfur visible. Faint lines of muscle could be seen underneath his tan fur, and maybe a little bit of the lines of his ribs - or, that could just be due to how he contorted himself in trying to get his shirt off. Next, while maintaining eye contact with me, the damn coyote start undoing his pants fly, dropped his jeans to the ground - I lowered myself back down into my chair and forced myself to keep my eyes off his boxers - and then shortly tugged those pajamas up his legs. It took him a moment to fiddle with his tail in the back.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure... need any help?..."

Honestly, the hardest part was getting the folding mattress out of my closet, where it was stuffed between my dresser, some hanging clothes, and the wall. We set it up right down alongside my bed, which sat flat on the floor - I'd noticed that the frame had been squeaky for a while, and then after me and William got serious...

Also, thankfully, I'd had my laptop plugged in since the last time my mutt had been over, so when we tugged it away from the wall and brought it over, the screen flashed brightly on and showed to us that the thing was on full charge. Just like a puppy, it took a while waking up and was a little slow once it had, but after that, things went smoothly. Harley and I pulled our snacks over from between the chairs, settled comfortably down with our backs to the mattress - and then pulled down one of my pillows and some blankets, for something with more back support - and set the laptop between us, bodies angled out so our shoulders almost touched.

Without the hum of electricity and the air conditioning underlining everything, our closeness alone in my dark bedroom felt a lot... more. I felt more aware of Harley's presence, more aware of his warmth bubbling near my body, of his gentle scent wafting around him, of the way his tail flicked by his other side.

I also became aware that he, too, had his eye on me through the movie, just as I was watching him. At one point when I glanced over, I caught a quick flash of emerald-green, right before he refocused his gaze on the screen. My heart hopped up into my throat again, and to try to hide my sudden nervousness, I reached forward to get another handful of marshmallows. However, afterward, I leaned my weight onto that paw between us -

• and then Harley reached forward to get a handful of marshmallows, too, and also started to lean back-

• and pressed his paw firmly down over mine, his fingers resting in the spaces between my own. And, he didn't move it, either. There was no oh shit, sorry, no little jump of surprise at unexpected contact - no. It was his intent, and he _kept_it there. What could I do? What could I do other than swallow, shift my body a little, maybe scoot a bit closer...

...and squeeze my fingers around his. You know that feeling when you're really nervous about something or someone, and your mind isn't exactly working correctly, and you can't think clearly or really understand anything that's going on around you?

I had no doubt that neither of us were paying attention to the movie anymore. Hell, all of that fell away - the lights, the sound, the background music, the warmth of the laptop dissipating through the carpet underneath our legs, the noise of the ever-present rain on the roof and windows. All I could think about, all that existed, was myself and this coyote beside me, this coyote - who returned the squeeze and more firmly intertwined his paw with mine, wrapping his fingers down around my palm underneath.

My phone remained up on my desk where I'd left it. It had vibrated a few times while we were fiddling with the fold-out mattress, but - that left my mine, too. With his other paw, Harley reached forward, pushed the laptop away a bit, and scooted himself closer to me, bringing first his arm into contact with mine and then his shoulder, and the heat of his body seeped through the shirt I still wore. Him, shirtless, beside me - cinnamon, sand, and slate fur tinted graphite in the darkness of the room, but still those eyes of his, those bright green gemstone eyes, magnifying any light that might catch them and reflecting that light twice as strongly...

I didn't move as he reached forward again, tapped the pause key for the movie, and then kept his paw coming around. I didn't move as that paw settled against my other side through my shirt, first at my hip, then my side, towards my shoulder. I didn't move as his muzzle leaned in, tapped against my shoulder, my neck, my cheek... his whiskers tickled, as did his slow, gentle breathing, inhalations through his nose and exhalations through his half-parted lips.

"...Jesus, Daniel..." Harley breathed, his words tracing through the fur of my neck like warm fingers. Paw on the other side of my muzzle, he nuzzled up against my neck and along the line of my chin, lifting my head. "Been keepin' me waiting..."

"Who, me?" My heart pounded in my chest, just as... well... just as my pants certainly felt tighter than they were just a few moments ago. My eyes drifted half-shut, I turned my head his way, looked into his green eyes... now, I could feel his breath washing out over my face, my nose, my lips, slowly coming closer to his. "Keep you waiting? How do you-"

His nose bumped against mine. He flicked his tongue out to lick his lips - and ended up touching it against _my_lips in the process.

"-think I've been feeling? You texting me every day, telling me all about yourself - our first conversation outside of class was of some of your sexual preferences..."

Harley's paw started up underneath my shirt, his claws digging gently through my fur. "Well, I'm not the one with a boyfriend. How was I supposed to know that you were interested?"

"You couldn't tell? And..." My head started to tilt in one direction, and his to the other. We also tilted our chins up a little, moved our lips forward... "Don't remind me..."

Knock, knock, knock. My mom's voice- "Hey, boys?"

Oh, good lord. My heart hadn't performed such an acrobatic jump since the last time she had walked in on me and William - and, hell, back then, we were doing a lot worse than about to share a kiss. Harley and myself both jerked back to our original positions with a bit of space between us, and scrambling over each other to get the laptop to continue playing, when the doorknob turned in the darkness and opened.

Then- "Howdy, Mrs. Lane," said Harley, only a faint hint of nervousness under his voice. Had I not known what had just happened, I honestly wouldn't be able to tell. "What's up?"

"I think I'll be climbing into bed, try to read for a bit... what a coincidence that I just the other day found my clip-on book light, right?" Mom leaned against the threshold, her fur - like Harley's eyes - catching some of the light in the room and thus seeming almost to glow. "Had a lot of trouble sleeping last night, and I have to be up early for work tomorrow anyway - do you have a ride in to school, Danny?"

My ears shot straight up. "Oh, jeez. I - totally forgot... I mean, I'm sure I can find someone - I think Alex has class in the mornings, too, so I could just ask him..."

"Okay, thought so." Mom smiled. "I pinned some extra gas money for him to the fridge. And - Harley, will you be staying the night?"

"Looking like it, ma'am. I hope that's alright."

She waved a paw. "Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, I figured. My son tell you where everything is?"

The coyote turned his eyes on me again, as if he didn't know by now that I'd help him around my house were he to need anything. "Extra blankets are in the hall closet, bathroom is down the hall on the left, um... pillow, oh gosh, we gotta find you a pillow... come on, Harley..." I stood up, and extended my paw down to help him. After being pulled up, he held my paw for a moment longer than expected, and then let it go.

"Alright then." The floor creaked as Mom shifted her weight. "Sleep well, boys. As well as you can with this rain going on, at least. Sounds like the thunder's backed off a bit, so that's good... I really need to get the gutters replaced... Danny, can you remind me about that later?"

"Yeah. Night, Mom."

"Night, you two."

The ka-tunk of Mom's door closing echoed through the dark hallway - and, just as soon as the sound reached our ears did Harley's paw intertwine with my own at my side. Couldn't tell if it was my pulse or his that could be felt, then, th-thump, th-thump, th-thump... but, the coyote didn't let me get halfway down the hallway before he pushed me up against the wall, elbow on my shoulder with his other paw up above my muzzle.

And, just like that, my pants tightened again. Harley's eyes flicked over my face. "What time's your first class tomorrow, Danny?"

I swallowed. He kept our paws a bit off to the side, hanging down. "Ten AM."

"Oh, good, good... that means we can go to sleep a little bit late, especially if it's only around eight thirty now... and, besides..."

But, he didn't keep our paws there. In one swift move, he released his fingers from my paw, turned my palm to his body, and - pressed it up between his legs. God, such sweet, firm heat, the body heat that comes only from established arousal... and - a twitch, and again, and again. Harley grinded my palm against him, ensuring that I could feel the shape and outline of his shaft through his pajamas.

And, hell, I gladly squeezed back in return.

"...I have a few certain things in mind that I've been wanting to do since about when I met you."

"Harley..." I swallowed again. He let go of my paw, but still I kept it there, thumb moving up and teasing at the elastic waistband of his pajamas and underwear beneath. Suddenly I remembered my little fantasy from my time in the bathroom at school - and realized that the events of that fantasy, as well as the wet dream before, were far more imminent than I'd originally thought. It all made my heartbeat pick up again, on top of how I could very clearly feel the shape of Harley's cock through the soft fabric of his pajamas. He felt at least as thick around as William. "Mom _just_went into her room - don't you think we should wait a little?"

"Well, I never said we were going to do anything right here..." Both of his paws settled on my shoulders, pushing me more firmly against the wall, and then started down my sides. Harley leaned in and nipped at my neckfur, his sharp teeth making me shiver. "But, I'm telling you, wolf, once your bedroom door closes behind us..."

God, I wanted him. "Let's go get your pillow, then. We can just grab one off the couch."

My mind remained in sweet, hot turmoil the rest of the way down the hall and into the living room. The same toe I'd stubbed earlier in the night ended up the victim of another such event, this one against one of the legs of the coffee table as I was leaning over to pick up a pillow. Harley was right there behind me when I turned around, making my jump a little with surprise... and, in response, he just grinned and stepped to the side to let me through, a tent still very visible lifting the front of his otter-print pajamas.

I knew that what I was about to do was wrong. My tail stirred behind me and my ears flicked around while we walked back down the hall, this pillow clutched in my arms; I knew that. Sure, I'd thought about doing something with someone else plenty_of times before, but only recently did that person actually have a set face, a set body, a set voice. And, now, those fantasies would actually be resolved. The excitement and interest overcame everything else, though did not totally bury the other feelings - feelings of nervousness, of guilt, of... well, of being_wrong.

Still, though, I could ignore those. Harley closed the door of my bedroom behind us; I turned to face him; he took the pillow out of my arms, tossed it over to the bed behind me, and settled his paws on my hips. Then, he started lifting my shirt up - and I raised my arms to let him. The fabric caught on my chin, on my nose, on my elbows, and I wriggled to get them loose; then, when it finally came free, Harley's nose again nudged against mine-

-and, next thing I knew, his lips pressed against mine as well. Warm, soft, a gentle touch, gentler than William's strong, forceful kisses of arousal that sometimes leave me gasping for breath, and not in an altogether pleasant way. But, here, now, with the darkness of early night closing around us and the drumming of uneven rain all around, all that mattered and existed was myself and Harley. His paws on my lower back, holding my body against his, pressing our chests and bellies together - then those paws came around my body, started with the fly of my pants, while unafraid to press in against the warm bulge underneath.

He pushed me down to the edge of the mattress, then, as he tugged my open pants down my legs, underwear soon to follow. Now my heart was really beating - and, God, looking down at this coyote's muzzle, just a short distance beyond my own hard, twitching cock... it was like that wet dream all over again, except actually happening, actually reality. I could feel his breath on the skin of my shaft, warm and gentle; I could feel his paw as he brought it up, first massaging my sack, then coming up my length; I could feel his lips, his tongue, as he leaned in, closed his mouth around the end of my cock, started to slowly descend...

Oh, God. I couldn't help it. My claws dug into the fabric of the mattress, my head rolled back, my lips fell open to let out a light moan, my hips lifted up into his muzzle. He was good; one paw at the base of my length, one fondling my sack, all while his muzzle steadily worked up and down, up and down, tongue cupped, lips tight. I forgot all about how Mom had just gone to bed a few minutes ago, forgot all about the rain drumming against the roof and walls - even forgot about my reluctance and nervousness. I _wanted_this.

"Jeez..." I managed. One of Harley's ears perked up; I reached down and settled my paw behind it, fingers gently pressing and scritching into his scruff while moderating his pace at the same time. Such sweet, smooth warmth, pressing down on me on all sides, making me twitch and hump upwards... "Harley..."

Green eyes looking a lot darker in this light flicked up to my face, and the coyote moved back so that only the head of my cock remained between his lips - but, still, he swirled his tongue around it, causing me to both buck upwards and lean back. "Mm?"

My own eyes now somewhat adjusted to the darkness - we had left the laptop on while going to get the pillow, and by now, it had turned itself off - allowed me to see that, in the meantime, Harley had tugged his pajamas about halfway down his thighs and now stroked his own hard cock in one paw. I licked my lips. "I want you..."

Now, he pulled all the way up off my cock, and then dragged his tongue up the underside, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. I pressed forward and grinded against his muzzle. "I can tell. So, then..."

He stood up, bringing his waist just about even with my muzzle. Hard cock twitched in front of my nose, maybe two inches away: good length, good thickness, good look. Uncut, with smooth, supple skin, and the pink flesh of his head glistening at the end. Even before he'd finished talking, I had already moved forward and starting running my nose up along the underside, letting the slick heat seep down over my muzzle.

"It's your turn, I think."

Oh, I gladly took my turn. After rubbing my muzzle against him, burying my nose in the fur at the base of his cock just as I'd done in my fantasy - his scent, warm and musky but still retaining some of the spice of his natural scent, made me twitch and shiver with enjoyment right off - I tried to give him just what he'd given me. Slow, gradual movements, tongue pulling up along the underside of his cock, tugging his foreskin a short way over his head before releasing it; I moved down, settled my lips around the rim of his head, wriggled my tongue underneath that skin - and enjoyed how such an action made his legs falter, so that he had to reach out and brace a paw on my shoulder.

I bobbed along Harley's length, feeling the way his foreskin rolled back underneath my lips and against the roof of my mouth, able to pick up each little throb and twitch, in time with his accompanying gasps and moans. He thrust forward into my paw and muzzle, holding onto my shoulder as he did so - and I tilted my head and leaned into it, my nose eventually coming down and nudging against his lower belly just as the end of his cock pressed against the back of my throat and cut off my breathing.

How I wanted to get him off my muzzle, to get him to buck forward, to pull my head down into his lap as he unloaded his cum onto my tongue and into my throat... but, hell, there were _other_things I wanted from him, too. After remaining down on him for a while, I came back up, ran my tongue around the rim of his foreskin again, swallowed down both my saliva and his slick, tangy pre - and then stood up, moved to the side, and bent over my bed, pushing my pants further down my legs.

I raised my tail for him.

"Daniel..."

Just like before, my heart pounded in my chest, but my desire overwhelmed everything else. I looked back at him, and swallowed. "Well?"

A smile lifted the corners of his lips. With one paw he angled his cock down; with the other, he spread my rump a bit.

"Don't keep me waiting any longer."

Familiar pressure under my tail, that slick, firm wetness lifting up into me, teasing at my tailhole... "Are you sure?"

In response, I continued leaning back against his length, using the mattress underneath me as leverage. Sure, I was still a little sore from William's visit, and seeing how Harley felt on my tongue and in my paw, I'd be even more sore tomorrow, but... again. I wanted this. I wanted him.

My pushing off from the mattress turned into me pressing down into it, then, as the coyote started leaning into me, keeping his paw on my rump. He settled down over me, bringing his chest into contact with my back and leaning his weight against me as he sank deeper into me. No words - just his breath on my ear, his warmth on my back, his girth under my tail. I closed my eyes, licked my lips, and pressed back against him, wanting him even deeper.

Sure, this wasn't the best of positions for getting fucked, me bent over the bed with him pressing into me from behind... but, even with the slight discomfort, the slight pain of him stretching and sinking into me, I still loved it. Whenever I inhaled through my nose, all I could taste on the air was a mixture of our scents, the spice of Harley's musk atop my own familiar scent. And, besides, he pushed me down against the mattress, made me grind against the edge of the bed, and clench, and throb, and shiver.

After hilting in me, hips hips pressed against my rump, the coyote leaned down a little further, pressed his lips to my neck in a sweet kiss, and then moved back up to nuzzle at my ear. "Just let me know," he murmured, his voice barely audible under the rain, "if you want me to go any slower..." and, with that, he started up a gentle rhythm, pulling out a short distance only to push back into me, each time tugging out slightly further, slightly faster.

I purposely squeezed around his cock each time he pulled out and lifted my rump up against him each time he slid back in. Harley wrapped his arm around my body, also pulling me up to him, as he worked his hips against me - and started to really fuck me, the springs of the mattress squeaking underneath us.

Every thrust into me caused me to clench around him again, made me suck in a light gasp and then let it out as a low, shuddering moan. Having him under my tail, squeezing me against the mattress... I wouldn't be needing a paw to get off. All of the movement and pressure, his scent in my nose, his taste on my tongue, his length buried in me, his hips pressing against my rump-

I swallowed. "Harder..."

Instead of voicing a reply, the coyote adjusted his position a little more, settled his teeth on my shoulder, and moved his arm down to my leg, claws digging into my fur a little to hold me in place for his thrusts. We both lurched forward and back, forward and back with the rhythm, his breath washing out through clenched teeth and mine coming out in periodic moans. It felt - so good; every time I pressed down against the mattress, the end of my cock slid across a growing puddle of slick pre, squeezed out of me each time Harley hilted under my tail, each time his sack came forward against mine from behind.

And still I tried to lift up, tried to press back onto him to get him even deeper into me. His heartbeat thrummed against my back, his teeth dug into my shoulder to add a layer of bright, sharp pain to the deep resounding pleasure-

"More-"

But my attempt at speech pinched off into a louder, longer moan, then, as I could feel myself tumble over the edge. I swallowed down, I lifted up, I squeezed tightly around Harley's cock - and bucked back against him, the bright waves of pleasure rippling through me, each one emptying another spurt of cum out across the side and edge of the mattress. It took Harley just a few more thrusts deep under my tai, before he, too, shuddered all over and then slowed down.

My legs were shaky. I had to rest all of my weight on the bed, not caring about how my cum stuck to the fur of my lower belly; meanwhile, the coyote on top of me tried to raise up a little, his paws bracing himself on the mattress on either side of me. I could feel the warm saliva he'd left on my shoulder seep into my fur, as well as the residual throbs as he emptied the last of his load into me.

"...Jesus..." he panted after a bit, and started to pull himself out of me. "Daniel..."

All I could do was pull myself the rest of the way up onto the bed, and sprawl out near the wall. I had barely enough energy to kick my clothes the rest of the way off. "Harley-"

But, he silenced me with another kiss straight to the lips, and settled down onto the bed beside me. "Does your mom check on you before she leaves in the morning?"

"N-no... I don't think so. At least. I think she - stopped doing that..." He held his arms open for me as I rolled over to face him. It felt... nice, then, to have him hug me to him, to bury my muzzle in the soft, smooth fur of his neck, the power of his natural scent strengthened by our - exertion. A faint pain throbbed under my tail. "...a few years ago... we'll be fine, I think..."

"Yeah." Another kiss, this one to my forehead. Then, he settled his muzzle atop mine. "Night, Danny."

"Night..."

I couldn't hear my phone vibrate one last time under the noise of the rain.