Preparations.
#1 of Tales Of A Mateship: The Story Of Rio And Fran.
Oh God! He's gonna be here soon... Gotta get everything ready, everything must be *Perfect*! Now then lets see...
Candles. Check. Several different aromas and sizes. I got vanilla, cocoa, and lavender, depending on what exactly we get up to!
Soft lighting? Check, curtains drawn and I already have dimmer switches on my lights!
Music? Check. He's into the same music as me anyway, so its nothing like a little hardcore industrial music to get close and personal to!
Food? Check. Pasta is ready to be cooked once he arrives, the sauces are all ready, breadsticks, candles at the table which is set for two... Wine? Nah we dont like wine.. so we're just going for Dr. Pepper, funny that neither of us drink.
Everyone has been told that tonight is the night that he's coming home, so I'm not expecting *any* phonecalls or visits from *anyone*.. and in any case, I've set the answer phone to start-up after only one ring, just incase someone does decide to call...
Now then.. plump up the cushions on the couch, *and* on the bed. And lets see if everything is all right up there... I had to dig out all my personal favourite toys tonight, because god-damn have I missed him. So many sleepless nights, just wanting him in bed with me again. And so many times where I've wanted to *do* things to him and he just hasnt been there. Well, tonight makes up for all that!
Rio paced quickly around his bedroom, talking to himself frantically the whole time. He checked all of his assorted toys and sauces and whips and chains and other kinky bed-time accessories were all at hand, yet not laid out on the bed *too* obviously. He had it all planned out. His mate, Francis, was often away from home for long periods of time, being in the army and all, and tonight he came back for a few months leave! He couldnt wait at all. It would be a lot of snuggling on the couch, followed by a delicious, hand-cooked meal, and then he'd whisk his mate upstairs to the bedroom where they'd indulge in the most obscene, empassioned night of sex, love, and rock and roll there had ever been.
Rio traced his fingers lovingly over the number of toys that had kept his horniness sated for the long periods of his mate's absence. Various dildos and vibrators, all the same girth and length as his own mate's "equipment", and each one having made those long, lonely nights pass just that little bit faster. Just the thought of the plans that he had for the evening, was making a small shiver run down his spine. Sheath already bulging beneath his pants at the thought of himself and his mate, locked in the deep, passionate embraces of a couple who havent seen one another for a long time. Hot, sweaty, thrusting, groaning, moaning, howling....
Shaking his head, he tried not to think about it, as he walked, now a little uncomfortably, tugging at the front of his jeans, to the bathroom to check that everything was clean. Everything was reminding him of the night he had spent weeks planning, although he had done it to himself really. A small bowl, filled with all kinds of condoms, all flavours, some ribbed, some just the regular type. The bathtub was ringed with candles and bottles of bubble-bath, and he remembered previous encounters where he'd been pinned to that same tiled wall, his mate pressed up tightly behind him, as their pants and gasps echoed around the small bathroom.
"Gah! I gotta stop thinking like this.." muttered Rio, his member throbbing faintly as it made its way out of his sheath, already staining the front of his new boxers with pre. The wolf whined as he made his way back into the bedroom and sat down, glancing at the clock that stood by the bedside. "Half an hour until he'll be here. Half an hour until his taxi arrives... Half an hour.." he continued to mutter to himself, while his sexual desires refused to die down and lie low for that extra little bit of time. He had planned this for so long, and he wasnt about to let his lust ruin things.
He gave a sigh, flopping back to lie over the bed, legs hanging off of the end from the way he had been sitting before. He closed his eyes, and before he could stop it, the previous thoughts he had been trying so hard to ignore, all came flooding to the forefront of his mind. One paw slowly slipped down to his jeans, fingers closing around the large bulge that was making itself more and more present at his crotch. He slowly scratched his fingers at the base of the bulge, murring faintly to himself as his fantasies swam before his eyes. He felt his jeans getting tighter and tighter as his member slid its way out of his sheath, restricted by both jeans and boxers, and his other paw moved down to unfasten, unzip, pull-down, and release....
Before he really knew it, Rio had both paws working upon his throbbing and swollen member. One tending to the sensitive tip, the other stroking along its base, pre oozing readily over both paws. The wolf moaned into the air of the bedroom, his own arousal quickly filling the air... his mate would most likely be able to smell it, but Rio's mind was on other things at that moment. He imagined himself beneath his mate, legs curled around his partner's torso as they made love, Francis' thick shaft impaling him over and over. Groaning, Rio increased his movements, stroking harder and faster, legs twitching and spreading of their own accord as his fantasies progressed. His mate taking him hard and fast in his mind, penetrating deep into places that had been untouched for far too long a time.
Grunting and gasping, the wolf's back arched as he quickly hit his climax, catching most of his hot seed in his paws as he got the release he had been sorely needing. Teeth gritted, he stuttered out a howl which ended in long gasps as he lay back down onto the now ruffled bedsheets. Murring softly to himself, he smiled a bit and licked his lips, feeling the warm, sticky product of his fantasies in his paws and over his still-erect shaft. With another soft murr, he rubbed over the slick, lubricated surface, and shivered at the thought of his mate being able to do the same thing soon....
Getting up, he made his way to the bathroom and got clean, splashing some water on his face before opening a window in the bedroom to clear the air a bit. It was just as he was leaning on the windowsill, a dreamy look in his eyes, that a yellow taxi pulled up outside....
Stifling a childish squeal of glee, Rio bolted upright and turned to run down the stairs to the door as the dark figure of his mate exited the cab and walked down the driveway.
Francis' knocked on the door, which was pointless really since he lived there.. but he wanted to do it anyway, since he knew how excited Rio could get.. It seems excited was an understatement as the door was thrown open and he was pulled inside... the door was quickly slammed shut afterwards..
WRITER'S AFTERMATH:
Hate to leave you guys hanging, but thats just the first installment of what I hope will be a popular running series, starring the cute coupling of Rio the wolf, and Francis the doberman. I was just typing this up before work, but hopefully there will be more to come very soon! I hope you guys like it, and let me know what you think! Comments and crits are very welcome! Just dont poke fun at any spelling or grammar errors too much guys, as I say, this is being typed out just before work and I have no time to go over and correct it too much. For a first-draft story, (as most of my work is, as I dislike going over things too many times..) I dont think its too bad!
Also, if art is your thing, check out some of my artwork here on the Yiffstar gallery! Look for Rabid_Rabbit's artwork. ;) I'd love to hear back from you!
~R.R