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CW: PIV sex and AFAB language with reference to a trans male character

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Tyler tapped his foot impatiently on the ground. The wolf had come to the airport early - too early - but then he had been excited, and even an hour-long wait at the gate hadn't done too much to damper it. Quinn was visiting for Valentine's - a silly holiday, sure, but a good excuse for a visit, and Quinn loved chocolate, and champagne, and cheesy dates. Tyler had a whole itinerary planned - lunch, then an iceskating date, then dinner and a movie. It made him feel oddly . . . adult, but then it was nice to have a boyfriend to treat.

His ears cocked as he listened to the PA system drone in a synthetically pleasant feminine voice, times and gates and flight numbers jumbling together into a cacophony before he heard what he was waiting for:

"Flight 796 from Austin arriving at Gate A23, now disembarking."

He grinned and moved up towards the gate's exit. After a few minutes, a crowd trickled in - businesspeople, students, families with kids. Then -

"Ty!" A young arctic fox bounded towards him as fast as he could while dragging a carry-on bag behind him.

"Quinn!" answered Tyler, and his arms were suddenly full of fox. Quinn's worn hoodie was soft - almost as soft as his fur. He shoved his muzzle into the wolf's neck and inhaled deeply, then let the breath out in a sigh.

The crowd moved about them, the sight of two embraced boys not an uncommon sight in an airport. Tyler grinned where his nose was likewise pressed into Quinn's neck - he smelled stale air and airplane seats but underneath -

"Q, Q, fuck I missed you."

Quinn laughed and held on tighter. "Same, Ty, I - fuck," he said, wetly, and Tyler knew his eyes were probably shining with tears - the fox had always been a sap.

"I got you, Q. I got you. Let's go wait for your luggage, yeah?"

They did, Quinn leaning against Tyler the whole time while they waited for his bag to show up on the conveyor. Then they headed outside, trudging to where Tyler had parked his car.

It had been snowing, gentle flakes of white drifting down from a colorless sky. After Ty popped the trunk and Quinn hauled his luggage into it, Quinn looked out at the chilly, silver expanse of a Philadelphia winter.

He looked beautiful - white as the snow, fur lit by a noon sun, grinning brightly. Tyler felt his breath catch.

Then Quinn noticed him staring. "Oh, sorry," he said, sheepish, "I just - I haven't seen snow in so long - you know down in Texas -"

"No, Q, it's -" he leaned down to peck at Quinn's cheek. "Let's get home, yeah?"

Quinn smiled and slammed the trunk's lid down, and they settled in the car. Tyler put the car into drive while Quinn fiddled with his seat. They were heading to the apartment complex Tyler lived in while in Philly. He studied English at UPenn, while Quinn was working towards an engineering degree at UT Austin.

"So, how was the flight?" asked Tyler.

Quinn sighed, "Long and full of babies, as always. Though at least TSA didn't give me any shit this time."

"That's good. You get your problem sets for Witter done?"

"Like three. Turns out screaming babies do not a good study environment make. And can you believe he assigned them over Valentine's? The nerve!"

"At least you don't have to read The Turn of the Screw, Q."

"Like you don't fucking love Henry James, Ty. You bought his collected works. With your own money."

"Fine, fine, you got me." Tyler looked over at the fox, who smirked knowingly. He sighed, then reached out his right paw - Quinn took it in his immediately.

"I love you, Q," he said, and Quinn rolled his eyes, though couldn't hide their misting over.

"I know, Ty. I love you, too."

And for the rest of the drive, their paws stayed linked above the gearshift.

• | - | -

They climbed up the stairs to Tyler's studio, the wolf chivalrously lugging Quinn's bigger bag behind him until they reached Tyler's door. He fumbled with his keys, clumsy with excitement, but eventually he got them in, turned them, got it open. The two lurched through the door.

Tyler had cleaned the apartment - a little. It was a one-bedroom - the living room and kitchen connected to the bedroom and bathroom by a short hallway. It was mostly IKEA furnished - lots of bookshelves and comfy places to read, a writing desk, and a gaming computer Q had attached to the TV last visit so they could play MMOs and co-op together.

He turned, a little shy. "Well, Q, welcome to Casa de Ty - mmph."

Quinn's maw was on his, the fox backing him into the nearest wall. The kiss was hot, immediately wet and deep with held-back longing. Tyler curled a paw around Quinn's nape, moaning with it - God he'd missed this.

Quinn broke the kiss, shoved his nose into Tyler's neck. "Fuck, Ty," he said, drawing a broken gasp from the wolf with a sharp nip, "you fucking wore these jeans on purpose, didn't you?"

Tyler grinned, wicked. "Picked 'em out just for you, Q." He had picked out some dark, tight jeans and a soft red henley for the day, knowing Quinn went nuts for the "boyfriend look."

Quinn glared at him with playful aggravation. "Well, we'll see how cocky you are when I rip 'em off you."

"I'd like to see you try," Tyler growled as he pushed their muzzles together again, stunning Quinn enough that he could loop his arms under the fox's legs and pull them around his waist. Quinn moaned at that - the fox loved to be treated roughly, not that he'd ever admit it.

Tyler carried them to the bedroom, all but throwing Quinn onto the bed before lurching up on top of him. They made out some, Tyler pushing Q into the mattress, hard with want, just like the fox liked, before Quinn put his paws on Ty's shoulders and flipped them over.

It was Quinn's turn to grin rapaciously as his claws found the bottom hem of Tyler's henley. "God, Tyler, let me see you -" and with raised arms Ty let Quinn finagle the shirt off him, and laughed when Quinn shoved his muzzle into his pecs with a whispered "Oh, I've missed you, my babies -"

"You know, sometimes I think you love my pecs more than you love me."

"You're a close second," quipped Quinn, muffled by the muscles in question. "Have you been working out?"

"A bit," said Tyler. It was mostly a way for him to relieve stress - though he also knew Q went nuts for it: a nice bonus.

Quinn licked a stripe up Ty's sternum. "God," he whined, "why are you so fucking hot, Ty?"

"Could ask you the same, sweetheart," replied Ty, who reached down to squeeze the fox's ass. It was plush as ever - though tightened by three and a half years of T.

Tyler was able - barely - to peel Q off of himself long enough to get his hoodie off, then the soft fleece shirt underneath; the clothes falling into an inglorious pile on the floor. Quinn wasn't as broad as Ty - a "twink to his twunk," as Q would say - but the T had done wonders, flattening and sharpening curves and firming muscles. Under the fox's white fur was a trim belly and a pair of solid - if not prominent - pectorals. Q's nipples were small and pierced with bright silver barbells, and though they weren't sensitive after top surgery, Tyler still liked to flick them.

He did so, grinning, and Q shook his head with affectionate exasperation, then leaned in to kiss him again. They wrapped around each other, fur on fur, paws roaming, fulfilling a hunger they knew but forgot until their next meeting, when the need to touch - to love physically - overcame them.

The kisses were deep, hot, needy; tongues touched lines of teeth. Tyler brought a broad, warm paw to cradle Q's neck, and he leaned into it with a delicate moan.

They parted, panting. Q looked ready to split apart, his pupils blown and his tongue lolling wet and pink out of his mouth. Ty knew he looked the same - he certainly felt it.

"Fuck, Ty, I -"

"I love you so fucking much, Q." Ty brought their foreheads together. "So fucking much."

Quinn's face crumpled. "Fuck, Tyler, Ty, fuck me."

Tyler would ordinarily tease Q, needy boy that he was, but not now, not when he was just as overwhelmed.

Their pants came off easy, joining their other clothes in the mess of fabric on the floor. Their underwear followed.

Q was wet, sopping with arousal. When his briefs came off, the room filled with his scent - the violet spice of fox and the sharp tang of needy cunt. It went right to Ty's dick - he'd already gotten hard, but now his cock was painfully so, rigid with blood.

Quinn shivered and whimpered, no doubt smelling Ty's musk, his need heavy in the air. His thighs parted, as if by instinct, and Ty was lost. He surged forward, loomed large over Q before pressing him down into the bed, laying a claiming bite hard on his neck. Ty smelt the cunt under him spurt - the sheets would be filthy - and bit harder.

Q gasped, and was still gasping when Ty decoupled to let him recover. His breaths evened as Ty nuzzled into his neck, lapping at the bite he'd left, while one of the wolf's large paws stroking languidly down Q's flat belly. Then, with a quick nip, he began to descend, kissing down Quinn's tender neck, his chest, his flat belly.

"Tyler, I -" Quinn was cut off by a moan as Tyler laid wet kisses and nips down the crest of his pelvis, then into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. With his nose so near Q's dripping sex, Tyler was almost overpowered. He licked a broad stripe up Q's leg over the lush, warm pulse of his femoral artery, then poked his muzzle at the folds of the fox's labia, relishing Q's broken inhale, the stuttered rise of his stomach.

Smirking, Tyler dug in.

"Ty, I - fuck, oh Ty just like -" Quinn cut off with a cry, his paws moving to fist in Tyler's hair. The wolf could feel the barest touch of Q's claws, and it sent an electric spark down his spine, hot and sharp. His hips bucked, and he kept at it, broad tongue licking deep into Quinn's folds, parting his labia to taste the wet, silken heat inside, to explore the velvet depth while Q writhed. Its tip found the spongy bundle of nerves deep in Q's cunt - Quinn's voice dissolved into incoherent moans and gasps. The wolf pulled back for a moment, tonguing Q's labia as the fox caught his breath; then he dove in again, relishing the control his tongue could exert over Quinn, over his pleasure.

Then, faster than Ty expected, Quinn tensed, his claws sharp on Ty's scalp, and he came with a broken, whimpered cry. Ty felt his channel tense and spasm, felt the wetness squirting into his mouth and onto his chin, lush, delicious, and oh-so satisfying.

He leaned back to admire his handiwork - the bed was soaked under them, a large spot originating from Q's cunt. Quinn was panting, his eyes closed, his stomach rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. Tyler's cock was fully hard, pink and large and bobbing with his pulse. He sniffed the air, smelled the lush, tanged scent of spent pussy and his own musk. A bead of pre formed at his tip, then ran down its bottom length.

"Fuck, Ty," groaned Q.

"You already done, baby?"

Q gave him a lopsided smile. "Not a chance. Y'gonna fuck me, finally?"

"Yeah," said Ty, who palmed his cock and enjoyed the way it drew Quinn's heated gaze. "I'm a bit, uh, pent up."

"'S been a while. C'mere," slurred Q, who opened his arms. Ty obediently went into them.

Tyler pressed the long line of heat that was his boyfriend into the bed - their muzzles met again, sloppier this time from Ty's need and Q's post-coital laxness. One of Quinn's paws found Tyler's dick, stroked it once, twice down the length. Ty moaned into the kiss, and Q smiled toothily, then guided Ty's tip into the folds of his cunt.

Ty broke the kiss, panting into the narrow space between their faces. Q looked darkly up through his lashes, grinning at the effort Ty put into not thrusting as Q rubbed his cock against his pussy. "You want this, Ty?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes, Q, I -"

"Then take it," said Quinn, who angled upward, and their hips met, Q's cunt a slow, steady slide around Tyler's girth. Q hissed when Tyler hilted, but Ty just looked at him, eyes blown and breath heavy. "Tyler fuck - mmph!" Tyler shut Q up with a growling kiss, then pulled his hips up only to snap them forward again forcefully.

"Fuck, Ty, just like that, fuck -" Q whined under him as Ty lost himself in the animal rhythm of fucking, his thick cock easily parting Q's tender pussy, its lush walls hot and satiny around it. It was a closeness he'd missed, an aching proximity, a joining of their two bodies - not to mention the animal pleasure of it all, the need to fuck, to spend his seed, to bring the hot cunt beneath him to orgasm.

Q's whining was quickly lost to a surge of nonsense - Ty's name, the size of his dick, expletives, pleas - Ty growled in satisfaction at it, at the sound of his balls striking Quinn's taint, the scent of their sweat and sex in the room. It all began to come together, a crest of pleasure crystallizing at the base of his cock, a tightening of his balls, a heaviness gearing for release.

"You want me in you, Q?" Asked Ty, gravelly with need and exertion. "You want me to come inside you?"

"Fuck, Ty, yes, I -" Tyler snapped his hips again, wresting a sob from Q.

"You want me to come inside, huh? Get you nice and knocked up, nice and pregnant for me, baby?"

Quinn sobbed around an affirmative, "Make me yours, yours, fuck - all yours," and he canted his hips up into Tyler's, and that's what it took.

Ty bit down - hard - on Q's shoulder and came, wet and messy, into Q's little cunt. He felt it fill the boy beneath him, his tip hard against the vulnerable, fertile circle of his cervix, the knot at the base of his cock blown thick, keeping his warm, precious seed inside while the shaft jerked with orgasm. Q came apart under him, his trim belly stuttering with pleasure while he whimpered, sobbed, moaned. Ty moved his jaw from Q's shoulder to kiss him, drinking in his noises while filling him. Then he brought a finger down to the red, swollen head of his clit.

"Ty!" screamed Quinn, who then went nonverbal, animal, his voice given only to a high, breathy cry as Ty flicked the tight bundle of nerves, overstimulating - all he was was the heat radiating from under his pubic bone, the hot drags of sensation sparking up his spine - and then he came again, his spine arching up beautifully, while his inner muscles twitched and gripped down on Ty's cock, squeezing it of all it had to give.

Ty flipped them, letting Q enjoy their tied afterglow on top of him, head pillowed on his chest, Ty's broad, strong arms holding him safe and secure.

He'd missed this.

"Happy Valentine's, Q," said Tyler, voice wrecked. He kissed the crown of Q's head, the soft white fur tickling his nose. His come and cock were still inside Quinn, warm and held; they would be for a while. "Good thing you have that IUD, huh?"

Quinn nuzzled into his neck. "Shut up. Y'still owe me chocolate," he mumbled trailing off into a blissful nap, Ty following closely behind. They would wake, later, ready for the afternoon of sweets and dates ahead of them - saccharine, sure, but theirs.