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I let go of the couch as soon as I felt the legs start to sink into the carpeted floor, careful to move my paws out of the way. _"God,"_I breathed, and promptly turned to flop down onto that couch. "That's finally done..."

"Yeah," my boyfriend agreed, wiping his own paws together before heading back out into the hall. "Those stairs were a bitch, huh?"

Having draped my arms over the back of the couch and tilted my head up to the ceiling to catch my breath - which was quite slow in coming - I then rolled my muzzle back down to watch Ryan when he came back in. The wolf held one of the few remaining boxes in front of him, bracing it between his arms and his hips: just like he had every time the two of us had taken a break on the way up, I let myself enjoy the sight. Smooth stone-grey fur tinted with woody brown and sandy tan in places, short and well-kept, closely following the lines and contours of the wolf's muscles underneath.

Well. Ryan bent over to put the box down, then straightened back up, pressed a paw against his lower back, and sighed. _Mostly_well-kept fur: the two long days spent moving into their new apartment had caused mats and frazzles to pop up in his pelt, and had interrupted some of the usually-fluid texture. It wasn't like he went out of his way to keep his fur looking good - he played football; he had other things to take care of, and the showers after practices and games didn't afford much time for extra care. No, he didn't go out of his way. He just looked that good, naturally.

Even now, even today, with the underarms of his sleeveless shirt tinted a dim yellow-grey with dripping sweat, and the puff of unkempt fur on the side of his muzzle from something earlier, and the fraying near the end of his tail where it had gotten caught between the dresser and the wall... and when he half-turned, lifted his shirt up a bit, and slid his paw down into his gym shorts to scratch and adjust. Especially then.

Noticing my look, Ryan gave a few more deliberate scratches, then reached up and scratched at the side of his muzzle with that same paw. His tail swayed behind him. "Got two more boxes out there. Help me out, hon? I think it's all your shit anyway."

After another moment I pulled myself up, made a show of my exhaustion by wringing my arms out and half-bending over, and then padded forward and nearly tumbled against the wolf. He chuckled, took my arms firmly in his paws, and straightened me up, giving me a full-body shake.

It made my pants tighten a little bit. He grinned, and I did too, and then he led me by the paw - using the same one that had just been in his shorts - out the door of the apartment again.

"'My shit'." I scoffed. "It's all important stuff, you know. That's why I took it."

"I know, hon. I'm just giving you a hard time." He crouched down on the other side of one of the boxes and glanced up to me. "Ready? This one's heavier than the others."

"I think it's all the plates and stuff... yeah." It took me a moment to find a good grip on it. Most of Ryan's jobs had been in some sort of physical labor: he was good at this kind of thing while I, meanwhile, didn't really have much to show off. Not like he did, at least. "And, you know, you could give me a hard time somewhere else, and I wouldn't complain about it."

"Yeah? Watch your shoulder."

"Yeah." We set the box down next to the others just past the front door of the apartment.

Ryan glanced back at me again as he went to get the last one. By the time I'd made it to the door he had already hefted it himself. "This one's light. I think it's just the bedding and shit. Anyway - like where?"

I braced my paws on my hips and watched him, waiting for when he turned to look back at me again. "Oh, you know." Then I leaned over, bringing my muzzle close to his.

He returned the grin, straightened up, hooked an arm around me... and then promptly pressed a pair of fingers right up beneath the base of my tail, pushing in through the fabric of my pants. "Like here?"

The sensation made me gasp and lean forward against him, getting a faceful of sweat-dampened wolf fur. Giggling, I let my paws fall around his waist and pull him against me in turn. "I was thinking on our fancy new couch, but, y'know, that does work too."

"Oh, you mean-" Those arms tightened around me and swung me down with him this time as he dropped himself down onto the couch, bouncing on the cushions a bit before settling in. I slid off of his lap and leaned against him; he draped his arm around my shoulders, bringing me in towards him. "_This_couch? Our first major purchase for our new apartment?"

Smiling, I nuzzled in beneath his neck. The sweat and exertion had strengthened his natural scent, sharpened it: there was of course more than a touch of the acridity of the sweat there, but even so it was still enjoyable and familiar. I didn't mind so much that it made my nose moist, and for a moment I got lost pushing in against the warmth of his neck and breathing that scent.

"Yeah," I finally managed, pulling away from him. He grinned at me, eyebrows raised in amusement. "Our new apartment. Just you and me. Finally."

"Yeah..." The wolf held my gaze for a moment then turned back to look around the space. It was still bare, still new, still undecorated, and still foreign to us... but that would change in time. Though he certainly was the stronger smelling of the two of us - though we otters are mustelids, our fur tends to keep in the musk - before long this apartment would hold both of our scents, mixed together, inseparable. Just like on the bedsheets at his old place before he moved out. "How long's it been, now? We got together in, what... April?"

I relaxed a bit, resting my head on his shoulder and letting a paw drift down his chest. "Yeah. Not this past April, but the one before." Idly I played with the hem of his shirt, flipping it up, running my fingers through the thick fur of his belly - and in against the firm ridges of muscle hidden beneath. "So... a year and a half? About?"

"About." Ryan nodded and took another look around the apartment. We had spent some time going around and looking at the different openings, comparing prices and floorplans, and both had liked this one the best with its small balcony, the open kitchen, the comfortable living room. Not as much space as either of us were used to, of course, but we'd get there. "Can you imagine it, though? Like, from meeting online to going on dates to this?"

"Well, we are kind of known for doing crazy things..."

It was... comfortable. I think that would be the best word for it. Here in our apartment where the air conditioning and water hadn't yet been turned on since our move-in date technically wouldn't come until Monday; sitting on this small couch that we'd just lugged up three flights of tight stairs, resulting in no fewer than three splinters jammed into the pads of my paws and a throbbing ache in my shin; and then with him, Ryan, my boyfriend, sitting here beside me, chest still moving with heavy breathing, sweat glistening along his forehead and arms and chest. Comfortable.

After weeks of worrying if my transfer at work would go through, and thinking about what the change in rent costs would do, and obsessing over maps online to figure out where the nearest grocery store, gas station, bookstore, and mall were, we had finally come here. I smiled, sighed, and nuzzled in against his still slightly-damp fur again. His arm tightened around me; he leaned down to nuzzle against my head, then planted a kiss between my ears.

Then the warmth of his breath wafted through my fur: "What are you talking about, crazy?"

It was a playful question. My comment had been playful too, of course. I shifted again, let my paw drift back down his chest towards his belly, and grinned up at him. "You know," I went on, drawing a claw through the thick fur there. "Like picking up a call from your mother the first time we played around, while you were inside of me..."

"Look, I was waiting on news about my brother-"

"Or pulling me to my knees behind a tree in the park because you didn't want to walk over to the bathrooms..."

"You did ask for that one."

"Or tying me that one morning when you knew we had to leave for the airport in ten minutes-"

"Okay. Look." Ryan's paw covered mine and slid it a little further down, until my fingers brushed against the waist of his shorts. "You can't tell me that one didn't feel great."

I glared for a moment, then let my smile return. "Yeah. It did. But, yeah - all those crazy things, capped off with getting an apartment together."

"You forgot about the restaurant." That paw slid mine down a little further, in the space between the elastic of his shorts and that of his boxers.

I leaned again, nuzzling against his cheek and then his jaw, and from there to his shoulder. "Oh, I didn't forget about it. I just left it out." Then, softly, I ran my nose in along his collarbone. "...God, you stink."

"Oh, come on." His arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me in towards him again. "You like it."

I let my nose come in closer, following along the lines of fur... his scent, so familiar, again took on that sharper, more acrid touch of sweat and exertion, making my whiskers twitch and nose tingle. After a moment I chuckled, and ran my fingers through the fur of his lower belly just above the waist of his boxers.

"Yeah. I kinda do."

The wolf rested his head back along the back of the couch and closed his eyes. "Hmm... you know what else stinks, Cole?"

I lifted my head. "What's that?"

He grinned that same sly, lazy grin, and raised his paw away from mine to lift the waistband of his shorts and his boxers both. Immediately I felt the wave of humid heat from his groin wash forward over my paw, thick and heavy. "Take a whiff."

"Oh, my." I returned his smile and, slowly, started to slide down off the couch to kneel in front of him. He was right, of course: when I'd made it halfway down his body I could already smell his sharp musk, also quite familiar and comforting as well as downright arousing, stirring. As I went, I slid my fingers in beneath his waistband and pulled them down along his thighs, bringing into view the plump sheath, the heavy balls, the dense bush of pubic fur nestled along the back of his sheath.

That was where I pressed my nose first, not caring about the sheen of sweat that immediately clung to my nose. Sharp, fresh, rich, I breathed deep of his musk, letting it trickle in through my nose and down my throat... and then, smiling, I moved up and started a string of kisses along the side of his sheath towards his tip, out of which a half-inch of reddish-pink flesh already protruded.

"Well?" Ryan said, dropping a paw down to rub behind one of my ears. His other came down as well and tugged at the base of his sheath, pulling the supple skin down a bit: the flesh of his shaft glistened in the light, slick and sticky with sweat and gathered musk. "How's that?"

"It's-"

Admittedly, it did make my own sheath stir, even when I saw the skin of his sheath stick to and pull against the flesh of his shaft for a moment. Such a sharp scent, concentrated from being pent up within moist skin all day - or for the past two or three days: we'd been busy getting furniture moved from place to place, and he used that as an excuse to put off showering - and rich, heavy, definitely with that touch of acridity... I leaned in a little reluctantly to touch my nose to the underside of his sheath, then immediately pulled it back. A bit of sweat, or gathered musk, or something else had seeped down and soaked the fur there, thicker and heavier than sweat.

Now that made my whiskers twitch, and actually caused my nose to wrinkle and lips to curl back. Acrid like ammonia, like staling piss and sweat and... something else, something deeper. I didn't see it until Ryan spread his fingers around his sheath, pushing it back with his cock sliding up between his knuckles: a little bit of gunk, sticky and white, bearing that odor the strongest.

"God." Not wanting to hurt his feelings, I leaned in again but intentionally angled my muzzle down, pushing my nose in between his balls. "You do stink..."

"Yeah." Ryan chuckled and lifted his paw away from his sheath. Some of that sheath gunk stuck to the fur of his fingers: still watching me past his sheath and sack he raised those fingers to his muzzle, took a deep whiff of his own scent, shivered, and then lapped the little bit of grime off. I could feel the resultant pulse and throb in his cock, pushing up through his sheath. "Nice, isn't it?"

"I don't..." I sat back and licked my lips, still able to feel and smell his musk on my nose. "I don't know, Ryan."

"Oh, come on, Cole, hon." That other paw tightened on my head and pulled me back in; I resisted a bit at first, but when he pressed my nose deep into his pubes again and held me there so that I had no choice but to breathe his scent... before long I found myself shuddering against him and drawing deep breaths of that rich scent, my own paws swiftly working to undo my own pants. "Just give it a try. You might... like it..."

Gently, tenderly, he lifted me away from beside his sheath and directed my muzzle towards the lip there, where that thin roll of grime had gathered. The more he worked his skin back and forth over his shaft, the more of that rolled out from beneath: of course it still made my nose wrinkle and tickled the back of my throat, but if he wanted me to... carefully, hesitantly, I leaned in, pursed my lips against the tip of his cock, looked up at him. He smiled, resting his other arm over the back of the couch, started to pull me down... my lips, just like the interior of his sheath, pulled along the sticky slickness coating his shaft. Like a thin layer of slime it clung, rolling across my lips and over my tongue, filling my mouth with that sharp scent turned to taste.

It didn't make me gag, at least. Like a thick liquid it pulsed and filled my maw, my throat, and my head, especially when my lips pressed against his sheath and wrinkled it back further; Ryan let out a tense breath and lifted his hips up to push his cock further into my muzzle, a few little thrusts of his body working himself further out. I could feel_that little ring of grime against my mouth, hot and wet and _sticky, and - before I could stop myself - my tongue flicked out and lapped it off, and then it was there, in my mouth, spreading, sticking, squishing.

Despite myself and what I'd thought, that, too, made me squirm and hump into the air, and when I reached down again to push my underwear down my thighs, my own fully-hard shaft twitched against my wrist. It was totally, completely Ryan, just concentrated and sharpened, ripened. I closed my eyes, tentatively swallowed, lifted my tongue up against the underside of his shaft... and then began to follow the rhythm of his thrusts, feeling his familiar contours fill out and press against my lips and tongue, his gathered liquid musk and grime serving more than satisfactory for lube.

"See?" he rumbled after a while, after the bulge of his unswollen knot pushed past my lips. This, too, was a familiar position: on several occasions he had pushed me down in the shower, shoved himself into the back of my maw, and drained his bladder down my throat, so deep that I didn't even have to swallow to feel it fill my belly. "That's not so bad, is it? You learn to... enjoy it, and love it..."

He was right, I think. When I opened my eyes I could see a small amount of it had rolled off onto my upper lip and now fed directly into my breath, so that that sharp bite and his musk was all I could smell. One paw around the base of his sheath and the other swiftly stroking my own length, I could feel a thick drip of pre roll down across my fingers - and already I had to slow down or else risk finishing too early.

Ryan seemed to have no such concern, though. Before long his other paw came down to grip behind my other ear and then he held me in place there, hips slowly, carefully pushing up against my muzzle - and of course I felt that familiar pressure of his cock in the back of my throat, though somewhat to my surprise, no rush of hot, rich liquid came with it. The wolf pressed in deep and then pulled back out, giving me space to catch my breath, and then slid back in again, and again, and again.

Very quickly he picked up his pace, until I had to squeeze my eyes shut against his thrusting and let my lips and throat relax: the wolf doubled over me, his footpaws braced against the front of the couch so he could slam himself forward across my tongue and into my maw, the sticky grime of his sheath clinging to my lips and breath. I could hear his panting and feel his need and arousal, both in the grip on my head and in the hot, powerful throbbing on my tongue. Of course I fully expected him to continue going and finish, to fill my belly at least with his cum if not his mark - for a moment I drifted into a fantasy of him pushing me down onto my back and pounding down into my throat from above - but right when I thought his thrusts took on a fervent, urgent rhythm, he abruptly pulled back down out of my muzzle and yanked my nose back down against his sheath again.

Coughing and spluttering a bit, the acrid reek of his unwashed arousal heavy on my breath and thickening my saliva, I wiped my mouth and looked up at him. Ryan, panting, smiled and then wiped his paw across his muzzle. The two of us stayed there for a moment, him watching me while I touched my nose to the sweat- and saliva-slickened base of his cock, thick and red and hard, his knot having started to pulse out; he tapped it against my nose, I licked it, and then he smeared the underside across my lips again. That sharp scent burst across my awareness again, and just like before, it made me squirm and sweetly shiver even as it wrinkled my nose.

Then he did exactly what I wanted him to: with a motion from his paw he beckoned me to stand up, so I did. In doing so I let my pants fall down my legs and kicked them off; Ryan's gaze immediately fixed on my own hard shaft, twitching with excitement, and while I stood and he sat he leaned forward to place a single nuzzle and kiss to the underside.

That was all, though. Then he stood as well, his height advantage making he tilt my head back to look at him. The wolf grinned, leaned down, pressed his lips against mine and his paws to my shoulders, and pushed me back against the wall a couple of steps away - and then smoothly, quickly, easily bent down, slid his arms beneath my thighs, and hefted me up, squeezing my body between his and that wall.

"God," he breathed, the tip of his cock already poking at my tailhole. Just as I could taste it on my own, his rich musk lingered on his breath now as well. "You stink."

Instead of pushing up into me, though, he just loosened his grip, and let me slowly sink down onto him. I gasped and then sighed, willing myself to relax and press down further along his contoured length... and even before he had gotten halfway inside of me the wolf started working his hips, quickly closing the distance between that halfway point and his head.

"Yeah," I managed, my voice riding out at the tail end of a thrust. "I do."

"You like it?" He braced his muzzle in my shoulder with another thrust, forcing a breath out from between my lips. I swallowed, shivered, squeezed my arms and legs around him, and then licked my lips just so I could taste him again.

"Yeah." Then another thrust, and another. One of his arms slid down my body towards the base of my tail, angling my rump down for him to more easily press up into. "Yeah, I - I do..."

"I can make you reek like me," he went on, his voice a low growl in my shoulder. "More than when I get you on your knees and soak you inside and out. Would you - like that?"

Already he went fast and hard at me, each thrust lifting me against the wall and pulling yet another breathy moan from my chest. I tugged on his shoulders with my arms, keeping him firmly against me, holding on each time he bounced my body up against the wall.

"Mhmm," was all I could say at first, careful not to bite my lip. Then his lips were on mine again, and this time he shoved his tongue in against mine to slurp and lap at the lingering stickiness from his musk; we broke apart after a moment and panted, each of us breathing his still-rich scent. "Yeah. I'd - I'd love that..."

Ryan worked a paw in between us, his thumb tracing up along the line of pre that had leaked down into my fur. Just that touch alone made me shiver and buck, already so close to the edge. "Yeah? I could put off cleaning for another two or three days..."

"Mmh-"

"And," with his tugs out now pulling against the muscles of my tailhole as his knot continued to pulse and swell, "instead of a shower, I'll just have you clean me out... yeah?"

Between the rhythm of his hips and the movement of his paw, we could both tell that I was well on my way to my finish. My claws dug into his shoulders and I gritted my teeth, eyes still squeezed shut and head pressed back against the wall. "Yeah, I - ah-"

The last part never made it out. My back arched away from the wall, my jaw clenched so tightly I felt my teeth grind, and of course I clenched as firmly as I could around my boyfriend's pulsing, twitching knot - but he still managed to pull it out of me, and it was that that finally caused me to buck in his paw and spurt out across my chest and belly, our closeness causing it to spray into his fur as well. His paw continued moving across my shaft, pulling out each last drop, until he, too, pushed his muzzle into my shoulder and shook against me, that fat knot trying again to press itself into me yet unable to. Still, though, I could feel the force of his orgasm, emptying out inside of me in a couple of thick, fast ropes.

Both of us shuddering and panting, Ryan gradually lowered me down so that it was my shoulders against the wall and my legs around him that kept me up, and then slid down out of my tailhole. I reflexively clenched again in response, then relaxed - and felt a thick, sticky glob of his load drip out of me and roll down the underside of my rudder. I swallowed, throat dry, and grinned at him.

"Now we really need a shower," I breathed.

Still holding me, Ryan leaned in to bump his nose to mine. "Says who?" His whiskers twitched as he breathed in his scent, still clinging to my lips, and then he kissed me again. "Besides, our water won't be on for-"

"Monday." With some squirming I got him to let me down... then had to hold onto his sides to keep myself standing on unsteady legs. "Two days."

The wolf steadied me with his paws beneath my arms. "You don't have any plans 'til then, do you?"

"No. We're mostly done moving in - the rest is just small stuff at my place."

His big predator's grin returned at that. "So, then, that's two days for us to get you absolutely stinking of me, if you'd like. And if you need, y'know, I can-"

"You can give me a shower?" I reflected his grin with one of my own. "Yeah. That sounds good. Let's take it slow, though, okay?"

Then, suddenly, he was leaning in over me again, one paw in the middle of my chest and the other above my shoulder. The wolf towered over me, breath hot on my face.

"We'll take it however quickly I want to take it," he growled, and then gave a hungry lick of his lips for effect. Had I not _just_finished, that certainly would have gotten me going.

"O-oh," I replied, trying my best to sound sheepish. I ran a finger in from his side towards the base of his sheath, his thick cock still hanging out and dripping onto the floor. "Yeah, I guess... I guess I can't say no to that..."

I had already been excited for this coming weekend as our first in our apartment together, and now, he had made me even more so.