Left to His Own Devices, Ch. 1
#1 of Left to His Own Devices
Percy wakes up and can't hold back the urge to satisfy himself since his boyfriend is asleep....
Percy woke up to a gentle wash of morning sunlight streaming into his bedroom through half-opened blinds, its light rays illuminating the room. Gentle snores seeped out from behind him, and he gave a sleepy half-smile as he felt James' arms around his waist, their bodies pressed tight together in an embrace. Taking care not to wake his boyfriend, Percy extricated himself from James' grip, giving the sleeping dog a kiss on the forehead before rolling out of bed, landing with a muted thump on the carpet floor beneath. The other dog mumbled in his sleep, hugging his arms tight around the space where Percy had been laying, and for a second Percy was terrified that he had woken his boyfriend up. After a couple seconds, however, James faded back into sleep, settling into bed.
Before setting out to make his pot of coffee for the morning, he moved over to James' side of the bed and carefully tucked him in, pushing the edges of their quilted blanket under the Bernese's torso. When he was satisfied with his work, he strode out of the room, pausing to close the blinds, trying to make sure his boyfriend got as good of a night's sleep as he could. James worked night shifts at a local grocery store, restocking shelves and taking general inventory, so he got a free pass to sleep in pretty late on work days. Not that Percy didn't wish sometimes that they could eat together... On the days that James did wake up with Perce, the husky normally made them both breakfast- most of the time some eggs and toast -and they would eat together in bed while catching up on some of the shows they liked.
On days like these, Percy had to sit through a few hours before his partner got up, torn
between wanting them to spend time together and wanting him to get a good night of sleep. In the end, James' wellbeing was always more important. Plus, it gave Percy a chance to get through with some of the commissioned fiction work he was given, though he always tended to write better prose when he was sitting on James' lap. No matter though, for now he needed coffee.
For a while, Percy hadn't been able to stand the taste of black coffee. He'd started out spending almost 30 euros on coffee shop drinks every week, but after realising how much that really was to be spending on drinks he'd been trying to make most of it at home. After a few months of drinking coffee dulled down with what seemed like half a container of creamer, he'd slowly developed the ability to just down the black liquid itself, nothing but a little bit of milk in it to cool the drink down. It never ceased to wake him up for the day, and its strong flavours washed down the taste of his morning anxiety and depression meds.
He carefully scooped out four spoonfuls of ground coffee, dumping them into the filter and starting the machine going. That was probably the worst part of his morning- sitting there, watching the slow trickle of heaven pour out into his best mug- a purple cup with some of his favourite anime characters on it that James had gotten him for his 19th birthday.
He waited impatiently for a few seconds, tapping his feetpaws on the tiled floor, before giving up and deciding to do something else. That was another thing about his morning routine- he never wanted to wait on anything. Whether it was the toaster, the coffee maker, the weather channel... he didn't want to have to sit down and do nothing. Those periods of inactivity were like breeding grounds for his anxiety-induced thoughts.
His mind began to drift to his plans for the day as he paced around the kitchen, looking for things to busy himself with. James was really good about helping to keep their place clean, it was pretty often that Percy would wake up to find that he had cleaned the living room or bathroom before getting out of his uniform and going to sleep- although the canid did have a habit of leaving his work clothes on the floor next to the bed.
James normally slept in either his boxers, or, if Percy was lucky, nothing at all. He'd woken up a couple times to his boyfriend's beautiful member buried deep in him, their bodies having humped in their sleep. Well, usually they were asleep. Sometimes when Percy woke up with nightmares he'd look behind himself to see James looking at him with an anxious frown, his lover wanting to make sure he was alright. That usually led to some kissing, and occasionally a sleepy cuddlefuck to calm them both down, relieving some of the day's tension. Mmmm...
That took Percy's mind off on interesting tangents. He stood there in the kitchen with nothing but a pink pair of shorts on, a little tent beginning to form where his crotch was, the fabric bulging up and bunching underneath his tip. It had been a couple days since him and James had done anything. Percy was swamped with commission work, and James had gotten overtime for the past few days, leaving him exhausted and too tired for anything more than a nuzzle and kiss. Surely it wouldn't hurt if...
Almost subconsciously, Percy ran a paw down his front, tracing over his muscles and belly like James always did, his fingers making little furrows in the fur there, tracks leading down the 'V' of his lower torso. He slipped a pad down under the hem, rubbing the softer pubic fur that stuck up as he got close to his sheath. Among the white fur of his crotch was the deep black of his foreskin, and the pastel purple of his member itself.
Hopefully James wouldn't mind... He was Percy's master -usually- but he always seemed to be so gracious and caring. It wasn't necessarily like he wanted control over Percy, though the loyal husky gave him it anyways, no, it was more that he truly wanted his pet's happiness. And this would make him happy, so...
Those traveling paws made their way down his underbelly to settle on the very base of his sheath, peeling the fur and skin back from his member, his scents and pheromones wafting out from their position trapped under his foreskin. The cool air felt wonderful on the warmth of his meat, and he stood there a second, reveling in the sensation of what felt like an arctic breeze washing over his penis, chilling him and making his tip perk forward.
He could only tease himself for a minute or so before the desire to begin to touch himself in fuller ways crept in, his member standing tantalisingly at half-mast. A tiny dribble of pre was already escaping his tip from all the thoughts racing through his mind, a little shadow of what was to come. Or cum. As his paw clambered its way up its length, it sprang up, hardening fully to the touch. Well, not fully. If he pressed in there was just the right amount of springiness, enough to make it easy to press into James' rump on the off days where Percy felt like being the master.
As he continued to work his paw over his member, his mind began to wonder a little bit to thoughts of James. One of the worst things about masturbation as opposed to sex, he had discovered, was the lack of any sort of scents. Of course, he had his own gallery of smells, but he was so used to them that it ceased to arouse him at all. James, on the other hand.... There was nothing better than the aroma Percy breathed when he was buried to the nose in his boyfriend's crotch or rump, all of the sweat buildup from the day collecting in his sheath... Those thoughts alone were almost enough to make him go run back to the bedroom and beg to fuck James. Almost. The canine's sleep was important too, and Percy had two good paws that were more than willing to do the job.