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Maxim worked his keys out of his pocket. The stocky wolf unlocked the door and stepped into his home to the smell of a fresh cooked meal. From the kitchen a voice floated along with the scent.

"How was your Friday, Max?" Clark peeked out of the kitchen, smiling. The elk was the reason the doorways seemed to dwarf the fairly average height of the canine in their home. The tall, slender hoofer was the perfect husband, and not just because he'd made dinner.

Setting his keys on the hook by the door, the wolf made his way towards his mate. "I'd rather not spoil dinner."

The elk smirked, using a blunt finger to gently bar the formally dressed male from the kitchen. "Nothing could sour you, Max." He crooned playfully. "Now get out of your work clothes and I'll get everything on the table."

Maxim huffed bashfully at the insinuation. "Nothing but the regular work annoyances, anyway..." He worked his tie loose as he obediently headed off to their bedroom to shed his suit.

By the time the wolf was in a comfortable shirt and slacks and had returned to the dining room, his setting at the table was decked out with each course merrily steaming within easy arms' reach. On the opposite side of the table, was a more modest setting with a simple salad and glass of water.

Spotting that the wolf was eying the meager offering that he'd prepared for himself, Clark winked. "Can't ruin my dinner while he's having dinner."

Max felt the blush run right up into his ears. He realized he'd frozen in place, and bashfully crossed the remainder of the distance to his seat at the table. He sat down and looked to his husband.

"I'm not going to stop you stuffing your face, dear." The elk was grinning broadly, but was keeping his full lips pressed shut for the time being.

Doing his best to try to keep his cool, the wolf dug into his food. He sighed in appreciation as he chewed. His dear husband, as much of a tease as he was being, was still a wonderful cook.

The married couple sat and ate in silence for a few minutes, apart from the sounds of silverware on china and the occasional swallowing sound.

However, the next time Maxim ventured a look at his elegant spouse's face, the elk took that moment as the chance to tease again. Clark had amassed a large bit of his salad onto the tines of his fork and instead of pressing it into his mouth, extended his tongue. The flexible muscle curled and bundled the stack until it was secure in his grasp, before pulling it free of the fork and into his mouth. Then he tilted his head back slightly, keeping eye contact with the wolf, and swallowed the bundle of seasoned foliage whole. His throat visibly distended with the leafy bolus until it passed behind his chest.

Maxim shuddered, eyes dragged along that path by the motion, before snapping back to the broad grin Clark had maintained the whole time. He swallowed the mouthful of masticated potatoes he'd forgotten was filling his muzzle.

"So tense." Clark sipped from his water with a knowing squint of mischief. "You'll be plenty soft soon, though." His stomach let out a low grumble, despite its gift of lettuce so recently.

The wolf averted his gaze, huffing again as he grasped his own drink to take a swig.

"Such a mighty wolf, taken down by an elk..." The hoofer clicked his tongue with mock disdain. "And I'm no accomplished predator, either. This will be my first time... and yours." Clark sipped from his glass again. "And far from the last."

Maxim audibly whined aloud at that tease, fidgeting in his chair. "I... I'm just trying to finish my dinner, honey..."

"Oh, I'm not stopping you." The elk leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table, glass of water clutched around the rim in his blunt fingers. He lightly set his chin onto the knuckles of that hand, humming playfully. "I do love stuffed meals."

The wolf quivered, but did his best to focus on the food, attempting to redirect the topic. "And such wonderful stuffing you've prepared for me tonight."

Clark giggled and tilted his head a little, which caused quite the large movement with his rack of antlers. "After you're stuffed you'll be such a rich meal." He licked his lips slowly. "Oh, I'm gonna get so fat..."

With that tactic backfiring the wolf swallowed and turned back to his food, feeling his blush once again glowing out the inside of his ears.

The elk didn't let up, crooning affectionately. "Gonna have to take plenty of pictures of how you adorn my frame..."

Despite the severity of the teasing, Maxim's tail was wagging insufferably behind him, out the gape in the supports for his chair's back.

Clark returned to sipping and munching his salad as he saw that the spread he'd laid out for his hefty husband was nearly cleared. He smiled proudly as he timed to match when the wolf finished. "Ate it all up." He sing-songed lightly. "Such a good entrée you are..."

Maxim set his utensils down, swallowing as his husband grinned down at him, this predatory confidence surprising him just how well it suited the elk.

"Just one last thing:" The cervine leaned forward and pressed his palms to the table so that he could lean close enough for the wolf to feel his breath as he spoke. "Feet first or head first?"