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"Hey D, hurry up!" A bespectacled gator hoisted a case of beer as he sidled up to an apartment door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Damien trundled up the stairs with his phone in paw. The husky's eyes never left the screen as his thumb scrolled down the screen.

"What's taking you so long?" a mouse said waiting for his friend. "Are you seriously still texting that dude?"

"Relax, Randall. I just need...to tell him..." Damien trailed off as he texted furiously.

"Alright, that's it." The gator snatched the phone away and turned his back.

"Hey! Jon, give it back!" Damien tried to grab it, but the gator held it out of reach while Randall stood in the way. "Jon, come on!"

Jon tapped the screen a few times and handed it back. "There, I deleted him. Stop talking to him already."

"It's not my fault he keeps texting me."

"No, but it is your fault you keep responding." Jon knocked on the door. "You need this after a bad breakup. Which means you can't be thinking about this all night."

"Easier said than done," Damien murmured.

"Just relax. Stick with us, you'll get through this," Randall said, lightly punching Damien's shoulder.

The husky could only sigh and pocket his phone. He hadn't bothered to dress up, not that it particularly mattered with a group of friends. His dark jeans and punk band t-shirt were standard attire for him, and his black red-tipped hair was pulled back into its usual short ponytail. His downcast blue eyes were one of the only splashes of color in his borderline gothic attire.

A friendly Clydesdale answered the door and greeted them. "Hey guys, I was wondering when you'd show up. Come on in!"

"How's it going, Julian?" Randall made idle conversation as they entered their friend's apartment. It was simple space, not a big apartment but perfect for two people to live in. They were greeted by a small living room alongside a modest kitchen area.

Lounging on the couch was someone Damien didn't recognize. A grey wolf in cargo shorts and a red and white sports jersey grasped a beer while he watched a football game. The jersey was a bit baggy on him but didn't hide his broad-shouldered frame. His exposed forearms looked well trained, displaying a musculature that either meant he did a lot of manual labor or knew his way around a gym. His eyes turned to the new arrivals as they entered.

"Guys, meet Tyler. He's my new roommate," Julian said. The wolf, Tyler, stood and sauntered over, an amicable smile adorning his handsome face. Now that he was closer, Damien observed his full height; he must have been about six foot.

"Sup," he said with all the mellowness of a frat bro. Jon and Randall both shook his paw, but Damien found himself frozen for some reason. Tyler smirked. "I won't bite."

Something about that teasing remark sent a shiver down his spine. Damien awkwardly grasped the paw and shook it. "Hi."

"He hasn't fully moved in yet," Julian explained, retrieving several bags of chips from the cabinet. "It was kind of a short notice thing. But he's cool."

"Yeah, just moved to the city. I think I'm gonna like it here." Tyler hooked a thumb in his pocket and sipped his beer.

"Cool, man. What do you do?" Jon asked.

"Just started work at a gym." That explained a lot. "But I'm actually training for a spot on the Reavers. Ambitious yeah, but it's my passion. Hopefully I can snag a contract at the next draft."

"Well, any friend of Julian's is a friend of ours," Randall said. He clapped his hands. "Now let's get down to business!"

"Don't fill up too much," Julian advised as the mouse made a beeline for the chips. "The pizza will be here any minute. Though it won't matter if Ty eats it all."

Tyler chuckled, a pleasant rumble that rolled from his chest. "I won't. Pizza's my favorite, but I gotta watch my calories."

Julian rolled his eyes. "Party pooper."

"That doesn't mean I can't enjoy a nice beer though." Tyler eyed the pack of beer Jon carried. "Is that Elk Ocean?"

"Yup, just got some today! Thought we'd try it out."

"Sweet. Give them here and I'll put them in the fridge." Tyler glanced at Damien with a smile. His eyes were a pleasant hazel. "You both make yourself comfortable. I look forward to properly meeting y'all."

As Tyler and Jon went to the kitchen, Damien felt something nudge his side. Randall was smirking at him knowingly. Damien gulped and found a place on the couch, trying to ignore the wolf jock in the kitchen and the thumping inside his chest. And he prayed to hell he didn't get caught staring again.

Hours passed, pizza was consumed, and bottles were drained. A night of casual conversation and catching up devolved into a drunken game of truth or dare. Tyler had taken his place next to Damien on the couch much to the husky's delight and dread; he had to recite Ember Night lyrics mentally to keep his cool. The wolf currently joined in with the mocking cat calls as Julian finished an offkey rendition of a Katy Perry song while awkwardly shaking his hips.

"Voice of an angel," Tyler teased raising his beer.

"Better than you'll ever be." Julian crisscrossed on the floor with a laugh. "Okay, my turn. Hmm...Damien! Truth or dare?"

Damien was buzzed, but that didn't stop the pang of anxiety from attacking his chest. He didn't like the sly grin Julian wore. "Truth."

"Boring," he pouted. "Fine. What's the worst sex you've ever had?"

Damien remembered the reason he'd agreed to come, and his muscles tensed. "I uh..."

"Maybe ask a different question," suggested Randall. On the other side of Tyler, the mouse looked concerned. "Or just pick a dare instead."

"Dare," Damien blurted. Anything to avoid answering that question.

"Oh shit, sorry!" Julian switched gears quickly. "How about...I dare you to kiss Tyler."

_Tha-thump._Damien gulped and looked over to the wolf next to him. Tyler smirked and puckered his lips, smooching the air teasingly. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to act. Damien shut his eyes and leaned toward Tyler, pecking his lips and retracting with a blush.

"Aw, that's all I get?" Tyler said with a mock frown.

"That's it," said Damien. He tried to ignore Tyler and looked at Julian. "What was the worst sex you've had?"

"Not even giving me an option, huh? I guess I deserved that," Julian laughed. "My first girlfriend in high school tried to trick me into a threesome. Had me going and everything. But then the other girl came in and I noped right out of that!"

"Really?" Jon leaned forward. "I thought you'd be nuts for that kind of thing."

"Maybe if I was twelve. I'm a changed man," Julian quipped. "That was easy. Ty! Truth or dare?"

A spark of tenacity emblazoned Tyler's eyes. "Dare."

Julian grinned and stood. "Come with me. I want this to be private."

Tyler frowned at the odd request but complied. Damien couldn't fathom what they could possibly be whispering about in the hall, but he couldn't help but feel nervous when they came back with devious grins on their faces.

"What was that about?"

"Nothing." Tyler sat down again, his leg warm against the husky's. "Jon, truth or dare?"

"Hang on, Tyler hasn't done his dare yet," Jon pointed out.

"I'll tell you what it is later," Tyler said, a knowing glint lurking behind his smirk. Did he glance at Damien for a second there? "It's gonna take some...time and effort. Truth or dare?"

The subject was dropped rather awkwardly, and Damien fidgeted with his tail as the night went on. He'd seen some radical dares carried out, but this one had him on edge for some reason. What could Tyler possibly do that had to be a secret?

It wasn't until the clock struck twelve and they were just getting ready to go when the first red flag went off. As Damien cleared the coffee table of pizza boxes and empty bottles, Tyler approached him with a curious offer.

"Sup," he greeted. "Listen, this may seem weird, but do you go to the gym?"

Damien met his eyes briefly before gluing his own to the table. His cheeks were hot. "Yeah, why?"

"You seem like a nice guy, and I'm in need of a gym partner. I'm still pretty new here and haven't found anyone yet." Tyler cocked his head. "Interested?"

Tha-thump. "Uh, sure? I guess?" Why was he so nervous? "Yeah, sure! You go often?"

Tyler chuckled, and Damien had to stop himself from facepalming at the stupid question. "Every day but Sunday. This body wasn't built on beer after all, right?"

Damien clutched a box and beer bottle, feeling as if the glass would shatter in his paw. "Haha, yeah..."

"How's tomorrow sound?" Tyler inquired. "Three o'clock?"

"Sure," Damien replied. Tomorrow was Saturday; he didn't work on weekends.

Tyler grinned. "Perfect. See ya there, Fluff!"

"Fluff?"

"Cause you're a husky. Figured it'd be a good nickname. Is it too much?"

"Not really...it's kind of nice."

"Cool. See ya tomorrow, Fluff!"

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It wasn't until the next day did Damien realize he didn't have Tyler's number. He got it from Julian and worked out the details, and he arrived at the correct gym at twenty till three. He found a seat and hummed to himself as he waited, bouncing his leg in an irregular rhythm. Double checked the address. Checked the clock. What if he made a fool of himself? Would Tyler laugh at him? Was Tyler coming at all?

Tyler arrived only ten minutes later. "Hey Fluff!"

Damien leapt to his feet, realized he looked too eager, and cleared his throat. "Hey."

Tyler grinned. "You don't have to be shy around me, you know. We're friends, yeah?"

Damien coughed and shook his head. "It's not that. Just feeling a bit ill, I guess. Nothing serious."

It was possibly the lamest lie he'd ever told, but it was all he could think of to cover for the real reason he was so flustered, namely Tyler's chosen attire. Instead of the football jersey he'd worn last night, the wolf now wore a revealing tank top that bared his muscular arms and teased at a bulging chest. His gym shorts hung to his knees, but they didn't hide the thickness of his legs.

"Aw, I hope you feel better soon," said Tyler. "You're not too out of sorts to get a good workout in, are you?"

"No, I'm fine," insisted Damien. "Just a bit of a cough. Nothing I can't handle."

"Good, because if you're going to hang with me at the gym, you'd better be ready to work up a sweat." Something wild gleamed in Tyler's eyes, and his grin widened to show pointy canines. "Just you wait. I'm gonna work you hard."

The wolf's change in demeanor made Damien's breath hitch in his throat. His heart danced as he avoided Tyler's eyes. "Don't worry, I can handle it. Just don't break me," he added jokingly.

"I'd never!" Tyler threw an arm around his shoulder and steered him toward the floor. "Let's get started, yeah? How does cardio sound?"

Damien was no stranger to cardio since his workouts generally were dominated by just that. They chose a pair of treadmills and began their warmup. Working up to a steady run, they kept to themselves for the most part, though Damien would occasionally glance over to the jogging wolf beside him. Whenever Tyler caught him staring and shoot him one of his toothy smiles, Damien would hastily look away again blushing.

Thirty minutes of this was a decent warmup. Having worked up a light sweat, Damien sipped from his water bottle to cool off. It didn't really work because Tyler reached over and hugged him to his side again.

"Now for my favorite part," said Tyler with purpose. "Time for some lifting! Do you lift?"

"A bit," said Damien. The warm musk radiating from the wolf's body was starting to have some...unfortunate consequences.

"I was planning on doing a full body workout today," Tyler continued as they approached the weights. "Unless you have other plans."

"Not really. I'll do some free weight stuff." Damien couldn't help his disappointment when Tyler released him to saunter towards a rack of dumbbells. He tried not to stare as the wolf's biceps bulged, hoisted a pair of fifty pounds.

"That's cool. Go ahead and do your thing. We can get to the heavier weights later," Tyler said with a wink. "Don't go too far. I'll need you to spot me later."

That certainly wouldn't be a problem. While Tyler did some curls in front of the mirror, Damien began with some lateral raises. His weights were lighter, but it was already too hard to focus on his workout with the wolf around. Tyler was eye candy too hard to ignore. He pumped his muscles without abandon, his grey fur glistening with sweat as he uttered muffled grunts with each rep.

Damien continued to peek at the wolf while he continued his workout. Each new exercise offered another spectacle. After finishing his curls, the wolf's biceps remained pumped from exertion, looking even more impressive with soft yet bulging veins webbed around them.

Damien did end up spotting him at the bench press where he got to watch Tyler's pectorals tense with each rep, and bounce when he sat up and rolled his shoulders.

At one point, Tyler lifted the hem of his tank to wipe his face, revealing half of a sculpted stomach. Damien counted the bottom four of his abs before they were hidden once more.

Tyler did some barbell squats next. His lower half strained with the effort of powering his body upward after sinking back down. The movement perfectly displayed his rounded bubble butt outlined by nylon gym shorts.

It all came to a head when Damien was doing some chest flys lying flat on a bench. Dumbbells in hand, he was starting his third set when Tyler approached him.

"Keep your legs still."

Damien looked up to find Tyler standing over him. "What?"

"You keep flexing your legs every time you lift," Tyler said. "It's subtle, but you do. Try and keep them still."

Damien did as he suggested, but found his legs indeed moved slightly. He brought his paws together, completing another rep, but his legs quivered again.

"Here, let me help." Before he could react, Tyler swung a leg over the bench and settled down on top of him. Straddling the husky's thighs, he smirked toothily and leaned forward to rest his paws on Damien's chest. "Now finish your set. Go on."

Damien sucked in a breath and lifted once more, the weight noticeably heavier than before. Unable to ignore the heavy wolf grinning at him, Damien shuddered and brought his paws up. His chest flexed underneath Tyler's paws, and he yipped when a pair of thumbs grazed his nipples. Tyler's grin was far from innocent, but it was enough to know he wasn't getting up until Damien finished his set. As he powered through his set, the wolf's musk engulfed his nostrils and washed over him. His own shorts were meant to be loose, but they now felt tight.

When he finished, Tyler finally got his feet, but not before a knowing chuckle and a farewell squeeze. Damien dropped the weights and got up, looking around to make sure no one was watching, and returned to the weight rack to give himself a second to calm down. He yipped when something tugged his tail.

"See something you like?" The words tickled his ear in a soft hush. In the mirror, Tyler stood behind him with a confident smile. He was close enough Damien could still feel his heat.

"I...uh..." Damien stammered, not daring to turn around.

Tyler's smile became sympathetic, and he gently guided Damien back toward the treadmills. "Listen, I'm sorry about all that. Julian made me do it on a dare."

"A dare?"

"It happened last night," Tyler explained. "Remember when Julian took me away to talk to me alone? It was obvious you were into me - yes, we all noticed you sneaking a peek every few minutes - so he dared me to give you a little show."

Damien cast his mind to the previous night, remembering Julian disappearing into the kitchen with Tyler during their little truth-or-dare game and returning with a suspicious look on his face. He remembered Tyler's oddly prompt invitation before he'd left. It all made sense. "So this was all just a joke?"

"Not entirely." Tyler began a slow and steady pace on his treadmill. "I did want to spend some time with you, and I kind of wanted to see how you'd react. So I figured, why not kill two birds with one stone?"

Not sure what to think, Damien started his own treadmill. "Did you get what you wanted?"

Tyler's face fell. "I went too far, didn't I? Look, I didn't mean to offend you or anything. You're cute as hell, and I've wanted to get to know you better since I met you last night. I hope this doesn't put a stain on our friendship."

Damien let his feet fall into a steady rhythm as he mulled over Tyler's words. He was torn. The wolf's regret sounded genuine, but did he really want to jump into another relationship so soon? Especially after what his past partner had done?

"Dare."

"What?" Tyler said.

"It's your turn. You just did yours, so it's my turn," Damien said, his heart thumping faster than his slow pace on the treadmill. "And I choose dare."

Tyler fell silent. Damien had begun to think he hadn't heard his response when the wolf said, "Have dinner with me."

The proposition stunned him despite having seen it coming. "A date?"

"I know you just went through a bad breakup. I don't know the details," Tyler added hastily after seeing Damien's fearful expression. "But I understand this might be too soon. I just want to talk, get dinner, and maybe hang out afterwards. You can back out if you want."

It sounded harmless enough. If he felt things were going too far, he could always call it off. "Just dinner?"

"Just dinner."

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_ _ The door shuddered as Damien was pressed hard against it, but not as hard as Tyler's lips pressed against his own. The scent of lilac and Chinese food teased his nostrils, and the wolf's firm body seemed magnetized to his. A paw pressed to his side, testing lithe muscles underneath a thin t-shirt, and the other braced on his shoulder so that they may explore each other's muzzles.

He had suspected Tyler might have hidden intentions when he'd proposed the date, but it was ultimately Damien himself who made the first move, though not intentionally. Okay, maybe he'd made sure his roommate was gone for the night just in case it came to this. And maybe he'd changed into his most flattering jeans that brought attention to his slim physique. And maybe he'd suggested they visit the Imperial Palace, a Chinese restaurant that happened to be within walking distance of his apartment.

Damien returned the heated kisses with fervor, his paws exploring the wolf's torso. Tyler had chosen a pale green V-neck tonight, one that barely conformed to the contours of his muscles. It had been enough to distract him throughout their entire meal, even during the small talk they made about football and Damien's unfinished album. Now he got to feel the real thing, or at least he would in a bit. It wasn't until a couple fingers crawled underneath the wolf's shirt that Tyler muttered a few words.

"Wanna move to the bed?"

Damien responded with a gentle but eager nudge forward, and they snogged and stumbled their way into his bedroom. His legs knocked against his bed, and Damien found himself lying back on the mattress while Tyler hovered above him grinning.

"You alright there, Fluff?" the wolf said, the words drifting huskily into the heated air between them.

"Yeah," said Damien. He reached down and played with the hem of Tyler's shirt. "Can you...?"

"Only if you take off yours." Tyler winked and pecked him on the lips, rising to his knees. Straddling Damien's legs, he lifted the V-neck over his head and threw it aside.

Damien gazed at the wolf's sculpted, grey-furred torso, from his bulging chest down to the perfect eight-pack adorning his stomach to the pronounced 'V' leading down to his groin. So stunning was the sight that he almost forgot to doff his own tee.

"Hmm...looking good there, Fluff," said Tyler, his eyes roving hungrily over Damien's torso. He wasn't as defined as Tyler, but there was definitely some muscle in his otherwise slender frame.

Pop. Zzzzip.

_ _ His ears perked at the sound. Damien looked down to where Tyler hooked a thumb in his jeans. He had popped the button and pulled down the zipper, revealing a sizeable blue-clothed bulge.

"We can go further if you like," Tyler whispered. "I know we're already halfway there, but I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

Damien nudged his leg, signaling for him to get off. Tyler obliged confusedly, and Damien undid his own jeans to wriggle them down his legs. When he settled back on the bed, he was left in a pair of tight black briefs that displayed his own bulge. They were more stretched than they usually were, his arousal fighting to make itself known.

"I want to do this," he said.

Tyler grinned at the affirmation and dropped his pants. His thick legs were bared, but what really got Damien's attention was the blue jockstrap wrapped around his waist. It made his blood rush and his trapped cock throb with need.

Damien shuffled out of his briefs and backed up to the headboard. "Get up here," he said.

Tyler, clearly intrigued as to what his partner had planned, crawled up to hover over him. Damien pulled him close and buried his muzzle in the wolf's chest. Tyler gasped from the feeling of the husky's cold nose against his fur, and Damien shakily inhaled his musky scent. He angled his head to tease a nipple with his tongue. Feeling the wolf shudder, he closed his lips around the nub, rolling it around and occasionally nipping at it.

"Ah fuck!" came Tyler's startled and lustful reply.

Damien grinned and pinched the other nipple with a free paw. After getting the same reaction, he gave the first a final lick and nudged the wolf to move closer. He kissed across row after firm row of unyielding abs, exploring the V shape of the wolf's torso with his paws. When he approached the clothed bulge, he once again buried his muzzle into it to inhale its scent. It was hotter and muskier than the rest of the wolf's body and throbbed with his heartbeat.

Damien glanced up into Tyler's eyes. "Do you trust me?"

Tyler, eyes lidded with lust, nodded. Damien grabbed his hips and pulled him closer so that his strong thighs straddled the husky's chest. Snapping the band against the wolf's hips just once, he pulled the straps down to free the trapped cock. Tyler's arousal bobbed freely, throbbing and glistening with pre.

Tyler, having realized what Damien was about to do, rumbled lowly, "Please..."

Damien obliged. Taking the head into his muzzle, he swirled his tongue around it tasting the salty pre and listening to the wolf's shuddery moan. He took another few inches in, teasing the shaft with his tongue. Grazing a pair of thighs, he slid his paws up to grasp the thick cheeks above them. With a lusty groan of his own, Damien squeezed the firm bubble butt that Tyler sported.

They continued like this for some time, Tyler grasping the headboard and thrusting lightly into Damien's muzzle, the husky bobbing over the wolf's hot meat and groping his perfect footballer butt. Tyler's bushy tail draped over Damien's stomach and brushed over his own member, providing an infuriating tease his already stiff wood throb harder. It was only when Damien dared to sneak a finger between the cheeks and tease his hole when Tyler uttered two words.

"I wanna..." He seemed unable to form a coherent sentence. "I wanna..."

Damien knew exactly what he meant, and his heart raced. Releasing with wolf's cock with a wet pop, he said, "Do your worst, Wuffy."

Tyler grinned. "Wuffy, huh? I like it."

Tyler retreated a few feet and collapsed over the husky, smothering him under his weight and slathering his neck with saliva and hot kisses. He growled, and Damien gave a breathy gasp when teeth pricked his skin. Tyler retracted and looked at him concerned.

"Sorry," he said. "It's a wolf thing."

The cooling saliva chilled against Damien's neck. "No, you can keep going."

"Are you sure?" Tyler gazed at him, seeming to detect something else in his voice. "You're really tense. This is too soon, isn't it?"

His chest was heavy. Damien released a breath he didn't realize he'd held and took notice of the lamp on his bedside table. "No, it's not...I..."

"Hey, talk to me." Tyler laid by his side and rested a paw on his chest. "What's wrong? What exactly happened with your last partner?"

Damien had been hoping this wouldn't come up, but it was technically his own fault. The moment gone, he swallowed heavily. "He was a jerk," he said to the lamp. "He was stuck-up and self-centered at the best of times, and one night...he didn't respect my boundaries."

"Didn't respect your boundaries?" Tyler repeated. "You don't mean he...?"

"No. Not exactly." What Damien wouldn't give to evaporate on the spot. "I wasn't feeling it and I asked him to stop. But he kept going. And he wasn't gentle either."

A dense silence fell upon the two as Tyler let the implication of what he had said sink in. "Dick," he muttered darkly. No more had to be said.

"Yeah." Damien felt he should say something but immediately regretted it.

"Maybe I should go," Tyler said sitting up. "I don't think we should be doing this."

"No, it's fine!" Damien reached out and grabbed his arm. "I won't let that guy ruin this. It's okay!"

"But you're clearly traumatized by this. It isn't something you'll be able to just forget." Tyler wrenched his arm away and began pulling up his jock. "This isn't right."

"Tyler. I'm fine!" Damien said firmly, and the wolf paused. "You're right. I can't forget what happened. But that doesn't mean I can't move on. It'll take time, sure. But I can move on."

Tyler seemed to consider his words. "Are you sure?"

Damien looked him in the eye. "Yes. Just...maybe not too rough."

"Understood," Tyler said with a nod. He let the jock drop and crawled back onto the bed. "I have an idea. Do you trust me?"

At Damien's affirmation, Tyler laid beside him and ran his paw sensually over the husky's lithe body. He started by rubbing his chest, flicking the nipples and moving down to massage his flat stomach. When he brushed against his cock, it immediately pulsed to life.

"Someone's excited," he said huskily. Continuing to fondle his member, Tyler leaned his muzzle to the crook of Damien's neck, beginning to sniff and lick. His "wolf thing." When Damien didn't tense, instead shuddering and letting out a pleasured "aaaahhh," he added teeth to the mix.

Damien quickly got back into the mood with Tyler's ministrations, feeling the paw begin to pump his dick. His libido strong as ever, he eagerly humped into the wolf's grasp. "Aahh...Wuffy, I...fuck!"

Tyler responded by climbing over him and continuing his attack on Damien's neck. Both their hard cocks were sandwiched between their bodies and throbbing with heat. Damien moaned as Tyler ground his body over his, frotting toward the point of no return. He flung both his arms around the wolf's body. One paw rubbed along Tyler's strong back while the other reached down to squeeze a meaty buttock that flexed within his grasp with every thrust. He gave it a firm slap, earning an appreciative growl from the lupine.

Already well worked up, Damien felt himself getting close after a couple minutes. A desperate whine sounded from his throat, and a pressure rose in his loins. "Wuffy, I'm getting...ahhh!"

Tyler sensed his climax approaching and bit his neck sharply, uttering a feral growl and humping faster and harder. Damien started to moan but found his muzzle plugged by a pair of hot lips and a tongue that thrashed around his teeth. He shuddered as hot cum erupted from his trapped dick. He felt Tyler's member pulse alongside his and add to the milky mess.

Once they came down from their high and their mess was cleaned, Tyler collapsed beside him and nuzzled his shoulder. "How was that?" he whispered.

Damien allowed a grin to touch his lips. "Perfect."

For a few minutes, they said nothing. The only sound came from the wolf's soft breaths against his neck, and at one point the automated air freshener adding a puff of lemon zest to the room. Damien began to wonder if Tyler had fallen asleep, so he spoke a few soft words to find out.

"Truth or dare."

"Hmm? Oh!" Tyler was still awake, though he did sound a bit lethargic. Damien chalked it up to the afterglow. But thankfully, the wolf still remembered the silly game they'd been playing since the night before. "Truth."

The next words from Damien's mouth came so naturally he wondered whether he'd meant to say them all along. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

In that moment, Tyler looked over at him and smiled. A pure, happy smile that shone through hazel glass. He kissed him on the cheek.

"I'd love to, Fluff."