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Chapter Four

By Roofles

There was an off-putting contrast of warmth to the cold nipping at his toes. While the cat's brown toes and paws were freezing off there was a pleasant, wafting heat in front of his snout. Like a heater that had finally begun to warm up, churning out musky recycled air that sent shivers down his back, spine and to be shivered out from his tail. With closed eyes Samuel nosed forward, bumping into the warmth in front of him. A soft feeling of fabric pushed back against him, squishing against his snout. Samuel nuzzled at the warm, musky smell of the fabric unaware it was Rob's briefs, the dogs bulge in the front of him as the feline rested his head in the crook of the German Shepherd's leg early the following morning after Samuel had become trapped in Rob's apartment.

Rob grumbled in his sleep disturbed from his bout of snoring. Murring a bit the dog twisted and wiggled at the feeling between his legs, his black-lipped muzzle raising up in a toothy grin as he continued to murmurr and muttered about just how good that felt.

"Just like that, baby..." Rob encouraged a sleep-induced state of consciousness as his sheath stirred at the attention it was getting so early in the morning. "You like this doggies smell don't you..." The German Shepherd continued to growl under his breath as he lazed back on the mattress in the middle of the living room.

Twisting his ankles and legs, Rob opened them up a bit to stick the very tip of his broad tongue out of his equally broad muzzle in delight from the attention he was finally getting. Wrapping a leg around the feline's upper back, the canine pulled Samuel closer.

"Don't be shy..." Rob grumbled with closed eyes.

Samuel, still with closed eyes, nuzzled at that spot and the crease of Rob's leg smelling that thick natural muskiness that made that cat want to meow. Nails slowly slid out of his each finger and toe as he scooted a bit closer, opening his muzzle up, scratchy tongue inches away before his eyes fluttered open and he found himself face to face with dog crotch. Tongue out about to lick the wet spot forming on the front of those tight-fitting, well-forming briefs.

Neatly, quietly Samuel stuck his tongue back in his muzzle, shut it, and moved back away from the glorious spot he found himself sleeping nestled into the crease in the dog's muscular unyielding thigh. The Siamese cat withdrew from between those broad, thick muscular black-furred legs... And Samuel found himself blushing hotly in the face realizing just what kind of situation he'd been in most of the night. And hating the fact he loved every second of it; quickly coming to the conclusion of how last night had ended and where his face had been for the past several hours of the night. Swallowing loudly he covered his face with a paw before slipping out of the blankets and into the welcoming chill air that cooled his fervor lust that had built up, tightly, in his own pants.

Looking over the cat spied the clock on the wall. A little after six in the morning. If he had woken up anywhere else but between the legs of a dog, the Siamese cat would've gladly gone back to bed for another ten hours or so. However, he needed to take care of this...issue that arose, tenting his pants and quickly tip-toed towards the bathroom to relieve himself of this heavy burden.

Be it the sound, the smell or the absence of that wonderful body between his legs the canine began to stir back to life. In a groggy, half-conscious state the half-naked German Shepherd got up with a loud groaning yawn and several chest scratches as he looked around.

Smacking his lips, Rob quickly deduced where the feline had gotten too. He tilted his muzzle up sniffing for the feline and was met with the strong stench of urine in turn. It made his nose wrinkle, Rob wiping it on the back of his arm and trying to control the erection between his legs. It twitched in response having been neglected the past couple of days.

"Be cool, Rob. Be cool. He let you touch him just the other day, no rush..." The canine took several deep breaths and faltered smelling Samuel musk in the air. It made the canine growl lustfully. The German Shepherd needed to cover his mouth with a hand to contain the lustful sound that filled the otherwise quiet apartment the two were in.

The two had known each other since the very first day Samuel had shown up at work. Not only was Samuel Rob's trainee, but he was also the first friend the feline had made. Despite the aversion Samuel had for the others, there was a certain sort of reliance the Siamese cat had for the German Shepherd over the past couple of months.

As strange and awkwardly uncomfortable the training had been, the two had remained friends. Even with how little Samuel talked or interacted with the dog. Rob thought it was just how he was, Samuel actually seeming to ease up a bit in Rob's presence; especially around and compared to the other dogs that worked there.

Knowing what he did now, Rob quickly dismissed the bad times the two had shared chalking it all up to Samuel's condition. It would be a tricky thing to get around and yet, the idea of it, that forbidden lust made the canine's tail wag as he opened up the partially shut door and walked into the bathroom the cat was still using.

"Rob!" Samuel jumped, still holding himself, and quickly looked away.

"Don't mind me, kitty," Rob just chuckled heavily as he stepped up right behind Samuel's back. It gave the larger canine the perfect view down the Siamese front and down to the bulge in the feline's underwear. The end of Samuel's sheath was exposed, the cat quickly having tried to cover himself at the canine's intrusion. It wasn't easy to take a leak and just shove oneself back into their sheath making urinating tricky at times. "Don't look..." Rob said softly against Samuel's ear. He could still smell Samuel in the air and it made his sheath twitch in response.

"W-what...?" Samuel stuttered a bit. Be it from the cold apartment they were in or the fact Rob was pressing against his front against the feline's back it was hard to tell which, currently, was having a greater effect on the feline. Samuel could feel the warmth pumping off the canine. It made him shiver once more, that was until the sound of water hitting the toilet made the cat stand straight upright. His tail shot out as if he had just stuck a fork into an electrical socket.

Samuel's eyes jetted down to look at the yellow stream shooting past his side and from the red rocket it was coming from before his whole face burned so hotly not even both hands could cover the red glow underneath his brown and tan fur.

"I said don't look," Rob bumped his broad muzzle against Samuel's face, wrapping an arm around him as he held himself with the other. Urinating into the same dirty bowl Samuel had used. The sound filling the small bathroom. "It's always best when you can share a piss with a bro." The German Shepherd chuckled, blushing hotly now himself out his forwardness. Usually, he waited for the third date before taking a leak in front of someone.

He had really needed to go and, as a dog, hadn't had an issue doing this with the others...

"This is a dog thing, isn't it?" Samuel frowned as the gears in his head finally began to turn to put it all together. It was too damn early for his bro to stand behind his back and take a piss. Samuel wanted to go back to bed and was keenly aware of the splashback the messy canine was making. Rob was seemingly distracted by this as the feline was.

"Maybe..." Rob admitted guiltily blushing a bit over the matter as he finished up. He bumped his muzzle once more against the feline's face before flushing and walking out.

"Hands!" Samuel said, his fur standing up a bit as he chased after the canine; it was a first. To actually be the one chasing after a dog was something Samuel wasn't used to doing. Rob stopped in the hall, glancing back at the cat.

"I could turn around," Rob said with a sly smile. "Walk right towards you." Samuel's fur stood up a bit. "But then I'd be facing you, and I know you don't like that..." Rob's tail wagged. "Or I could NOT wash my paws and you can just live with this dirty dog," and with a playful wink and swish of his butt, Rob headed into the kitchen to make breakfast.

"There's a sink in the kitchen!" Samuel just called after the dog that had turned the radio on to fill the empty void of silence.

"What? Sorry, can't hear you!" Rob called back loudly. "Samuel, can you hear me? I'm going through a tunnel and I might," Rob stopped abruptly making even Samuel cringe at the lame joke.

"I'm going to seize the fort then!" Samuel grumbled jumping over the pillows lined up around the mattress in the middle of the room. The cat quickly curled his way back up underneath the blankets poking just his face out to watch the TV that was still on.

Samuel found the remote and unmuted the thing, unaware when it had been turned on or muted in the first place. Rob must've stayed up after last night... which only meant the canine was very aware of what position the feline had fallen asleep in. Samuel shook the thought-form his mind, focusing on whatever was on. Some strange reruns of an old fifties show were playing in black and white making the feline grumble.

"What a strange simpler time... I hate it." Samuel just frowned changing the channel. "Rob!" He shouted making the dog's tail wag.

"Yes, kitten?" Rob teased.

"There's only shit on this early!" Samuel whined, pulling the covers up a bit more over his head to block the dog from view. Standing in only the same pre-stained briefs, Rob flipped a pancake into the air before letting it land in the hot skillet he was holding.

"There's something called the internet." Rob chuckled turning around and heading back in. "I hope you like butter," Rob drawled the word out. "Budduh makes everything better!"

"How are you not fat?" Samuel continued to grumble thinking about the numerous times Robbie had shown up at work with one greasy fatty meal after another.

"It's called a gym." Rob was all smiles as he talked away with Samuel.

This was the most the two had said to each other despite knowing the other for months. Samuel didn't text much, he didn't talk very little at work, and other than once or twice accidentally running into each other in the city neither of the two had a proper conversation.

And now here Rob was able to piss in front of him without the cat clawing his face off.

"Progress!" Rob just grinned toothily as he flipped the pancake off the skillet before adding another half stick of butter and practically dumping a dozen eggs into the skillet.

"The storms not going to pass us anytime soon," Samuel spoke up from the other room making the canine lean out to listen in. "Looks like we got a couple more days of this, at least..." The cat sounded nervous and Rob turned down the heat on the stove before coming in.

"Everything ok?" Rob asked slowly, gently with a calming tone as he crouched down next to the bundle of blankets Samuel was buried under.

"I just..." Samuel took a second. "Can't-miss too much work, is all." The cat fussed a bit with the blankets. "I'm barely getting by as it is. I can't just lose hours because of some dumb, stupid, idiotic force of nature! Stupid weather..." The cat grumbled, mumbling near the end making Rob chuckle.

The German Shepherd just reached out with a hand and pat the top of Samuel's head through the blankets.

"If you need some help, just let me know, dude. I got you covered." And with that problem solved, Rob headed back into the kitchen without a single concern.

Samuel envied the canine for that. Rob was always so optimistic about everything it was almost sickening. The storm was still battering the windows; the door was rattling a bit as the winds howled outside, wanting to be let in. It was a wonder the electricity hadn't gone out yet.

"If the electricity does go out..." Samuel could feel his teeth chattering.

"We have candles and flashlights. We have some of those portable green cans of propane and a burner to go with it. Coleman likes to go camping so, if need be, we can just camp indoors!" Rob chuckled wiping off the scrambled eggs over the pancakes and then covering the mess in maple syrup. "Foods ready! Come on over here and join me. Don't want to mess the bed." Rob muttered under his breath "in that way..."

Samuel's stomach growled and he reluctantly got up to grab the food prepared for him, dragging the blanket with him the entire time. Rob stayed in the kitchen, sliding the plate underneath the cabinets towards the bundled-up feline on the counter. With his face blocked from view, Samuel was able to eat somewhat in relative ease only the muzzle of the feline stuck out. It made Rob smile though and he had to resist the urge to reach over and boop Samuel's nose with a finger.

"Max would come over if we called as well." Rob licked his fork thinking it over. "He's a literal snow dog. He'd bring a sleigh and everything and rescue us if it comes down to that, kitty."

"Kitty?" Samuel focused on that instead of a yeti of a snow dog busting down the door to rescue them. His imagination was going wild enough being trapped here with the canine as it was, let alone another one showing up.

"What? Don't like it?" Rob asked around another mouthful of egg.

"Just... not used to it." Samuel picked at his food. "I don't have many friends if that wasn't clear..."

Rob nodded at that. "'Cause of that there condition of yours, right?"

"Right..." Samuel frowned thinking it over. "Most my friends are cats. The problem is the reason they don't hang out with dogs isn't the reason I do... it's more, uh..." Samuel wasn't how to say that some of his old friends were speciest against canines. Samuel had a clinical, documented condition with paperwork to back it up. His friends on the other hand just hated dogs.

Rob just barked a laugh though. "You'd be surprised how many people hate us!"

"I don't hate you!" Samuel said quickly, his face flushing a bit and wishing he had his sweater on to hide it after his outburst. All the Siamese cat could do was pull the covers a bit more over his muzzle as he tipped his muzzle down, unable to face the canine now.

Rob's tail thumped against the fridge as the canine just smiled at that. "I know you don't...kitten." The dog finished his plate, licked it clean, and was about to put it back in the cupboard when Samuel had to stop that one.

"At least put it in the sink!" Samuel laughed though, the absurdity of this dog was getting to him and even his stone-cold expression chipped away when Rob was around.

"What? It's basically clean." Rob's tail was wagging though. "You know a dog's mouth is cleaner than a-," Rob just started up as if he'd had this argument before with someone else.

"That's a myth! We both know you lick your own ass." Samuel laughed again and Rob's ears perked up at that.

"I am a very flexible guy... but no, I can't lick my ass." Rob chuckled a bit, letting the words set in before finishing up with "that's why I brought you over for!"

Samuel blushed at that and nearly choked on his breakfast. Rob barked a laugh before covering his muzzle quickly with both paws. The cat's fur stood up as he glared at the canine who quickly looked away.

"Sorry..." Rob apologized.

"For which part? Bringing me over for ass licking or the barking?" Samuel teased back, even feeling his nerves on end he knew Rob hadn't meant it. It didn't mean his body didn't react to it on its own accord. The logical part of Samuel's brain defended Rob while the rest of it made the cat want to jump out the window and risk his chances in the storm.

Rob took a moment on that, tapping his chin. "If it had to be one of the two... which would you want it to be?" The sly German Shepherd asked with a smirk pulling on the corner of his face.

Samuel wasn't sure how to answer that.

"I mean, I do recall this morning of a certain friendly, frisky feline nuzzling up..." Rob continued as he put the plates into the sink, not even bothering to wash them off. It was a step in the right direction and Samuel didn't want to tell the canine how to live in his own apartment... too much.

"It was just cold..." Samuel muttered back, ears splaying out and tail lashing behind his back. He denied nothing and Rob instantly caught on.

"It still is cold." Rob grinned toothily before taking a long sip of his coffee. He passed another mug to Samuel who greatly took it to bury his face behind it to hide the look that had passed over it. For a second, Rob was sure the feline had thought that it was nice he could snuggle back up against the canine against the cold. "You know I'm a dog, right?"

Samuel wasn't sure where this was going and Rob just continued.

"We love cuddling. Snuggling. Feeling, touching all that jazz." Rob took another lapping drink from his mug. "I'm rather fuzzy too." He said looking himself over. "And warm. In fact, this might be the best thing to happen for you!"

"How so?" Samuel dared to ask bringing the mug down just enough to test it. He shuddered, pulling back his sensitive tongue from the hot liquid. Rob had to stop himself from laughing at the look that passed the cat's face.

"Well... I mean, look at it this way! You aren't alone during this freezing cold weather. You got your bestest bud," Rob grinned. "To keep you warm!"

"Bestest isn't a word..." Samuel frowned already seeing where this was going now.

"A bestest best bud ever!" Rob said louder in turn before lowering his voice once more. "To snuggle up with underneath the covers and watch dumb old movies with and like..." Rob trailed off near the end, rubbing the hot mug back and forth in his hands as if it were a hand warmer. There was a soft, tender smile creeping up the canine's muzzle that warmed Samuel's otherwise cold heart.

Rob was truly grateful to have Samuel here with him.

Samuel knew where he was going with this and was on the same page as the canine was about it. The idea was fun, exciting, forbidden and there was just something about the idea of a dog and cat growing close together... Samuel just wished his claws would stop springing out every time Rob drew near.

"I like you..." Samuel started up by staring down at the counter with a frown. "You're a good... friend. And last night was one of the best nights of sleep I ever had." The cat almost chuckled. "It's just..." He lifted his hands seeing the sharp claws poking out. They slowly retracted through sheer force of will. "I don't want to hurt you, on accident!" He added at the end feeling embarrassed by this whole thing.

Rob took a moment on that.

"Well... when you were sleeping, you weren't all... clawy." Rob made a gesture that was more gay than fierce as he clawed out with a hand. "And if you're not like directly looking at me, you're rather... friendly?" Rob offered unable to deny the cat's sass at times. He figured all felines were like that though.

"Thanks. All I got to date you is to face away from you and have sex while I'm asleep." Samuel covered his face with both hands, groaning out now. Rob's ears perked up.

"Oh, I meant just as us being friends, not dating..." Rob stated making the cat flush even more than he was already. The German Shepherd couldn't help the wag he had after hearing that, his face lighting up as he chuckled at Samuel's reaction from the slip of the tongue.

Samuel quickly retreated back to the pillow fort, covering his face and body with the blanket wanting to die underneath it. The cat's butt was up in the air sticking out from under the blanket as Samuel covered his face with both hands wanting to scream. Not that Rob minded the view as the canine walked around to join him.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Samuel tried to mrow out in his defense. Rob chuckled at that, walking over slowly staring at that butt up in the air. "I can't even be in a room with my bestest friend!" Samuel mumbled making Rob stop from reaching out and pinching the cat's ass.

With a reluctant sigh, Rob behaved himself and sat down next to the cat patting Samuel's head roughly against the mattress. The canine rubbed over it several times through the sheets, leaving the weight of it on the back of Samuel's head. Rob waited for him to calm down. The petting seemed to help. Who didn't enjoy pets after all?

"You know, I used to hate cats..." Rob brought up as he stared blankly forward. Samuel didn't say anything but the canine could feel him stir slightly, listening in. "We had a next-door neighbor who was a pair of these old fat tabby's with this chubby little bastard of a son..."

The German Shepherd took a moment to chew on his words, thinking over how best to describe it without offending the feline sitting next to him.

"I always thought all cats were like that..." Rob frowned a bit. "You know, cats." He chuckled lightly before letting his words hang in the air. "He was just such an asshole. I had never met a cat before and no matter what I or the other dogs did! He was just a fat little prick... He would lie about things we did, getting us in trouble. He'd steal our stuff; pop the ball when it went over the fence into their yard and just overall..."

"Be a dick, yeah. I got it." Samuel frowned a bit, splaying out on the mattress. In a way, Samuel had similar thoughts about canines. He'd done several such things over the years, in the past when it involved canines. He didn't toss the ball back, blatantly ignored them when they called to him, or even once just got up and left the room when a retriever sat next to him at the gym. Whatever he could to keep them at an arm's length.

Maybe it really was just a cat thing. The thought was not a comforting one.

"Well, so like throughout most my childhood I just thought, you know..." Rob stuttered a bit unable to just say it.

"Cats." Samuel threw him a bone.

"Right! That cats were just... cats," Rob's ears splayed out as he nervously chuckled. "Until I began dating one."

"Wait, what?" Samuel sat up a bit at that, his soft icy blue eyes looking at the canine now sitting next to him as the Siamese cat pulled the covers down a bit astonished at the revelation. It wasn't common to date outside your species, let alone a dog and cat pairing up.

"It was dumb!" Rob got up; feeling embarrassed even more than he already was. "It was a dare, a prank, a joke the other dogs put me up to! And... well..." The dog's tail curled between his legs. "The other guys back in high school thought it would be funny if I asked this cat out in our class... One thing led to another and, well yeah, I lost my virginity to a cat." He just shrugged; embarrassed about the fact his friends got him to date a cat but not about losing his virginity to one.

Samuel choked on his own saliva at that. The cat felt even warmer and more uncomfortable than he already was. Pulling the covers down he looked over at the canine whose back was facing him, Rob rubbing his arm looking to the side.

"What happened...?" Samuel asked.

"It was stupid." Rob sighed heavily before continuing. "We were actually beginning to develop feelings for each other... then the other guys found out that we were still going out and I... well I, just went along with the joke." Rob looked back at the feline with moist eyes. "Dogs will be dogs, right?"

Samuel frowned at that.

"The other guys were laughing. They teased him and I just... went along with it." Rob walked back over, instead of taking a seat on the sofa now. Rob couldn't look at Samuel. "I told myself if such a thing ever happened again in the future... another cat showing up, I'd do what I could to help them out! It's the least I could do... I'm a bad friend, a bad dog..."

Rob's head fell with his shoulders and he slumped over his knees just staring down at his socked paws. The German Shepherd hadn't put on a shirt, walking around in his briefs and a pair of some used gym socks. He flexed his toes before shaking his head.

Samuel wasn't sure what to say or do and sort of just sat there not looking at the canine. The awkward tension only increased to the point that even the feline felt uncomfortable enough to get up and sit next to the canine. Though with some noticeable space between the two of them

"Rob..." Samuel took a slow steady breath before letting it out. "I... You have helped. Helped me." The Siamese cat fidgeted on the sofa. "I would've quit a long time ago if it wasn't for you... Having you there helped me..."

Rob glanced over at the feline sitting on the other side of the sofa.

"I would've lost my place if I had just quit! I would've had to move back in with my parents and just... yeah, I wouldn't be here today! If it wasn't for you." Samuel chuckled before quickly correcting himself. "I mean working at the store and not like... here on this couch with you now..."

Rob's tail wagged at that, thumping against the cushion as the German Shepherd took a chance and placed a single hand on Samuel's leg. The Siamese cat nails sprung out, fur stood up and he had to grit his teeth from hissing out. But he didn't withdraw or recoil or yell or shout at him for it.

"Let's just watch some Mulu and see what we got. I think they have reruns of Megastore!" Rob offered instead, looking away and back towards the TV. Exchanging the remote for a controller, the German Shepherd quickly put something on for the two.

Rob brought over the covers, just tossing them on Samuel while he took a seat once more on the other side of the sofa and began watching TV. Forgetting all about the feline who never fully took his eyes off him...

The hours seemed to tick by and after only several did Samuel finally feel relaxed enough to scoot over a bit. He argued it was so that the TV "Was front in the center!" For the show. "Like you would do at a movie theater... finding the best seat." Samuel insisted and Rob just decided to roll his eyes and not argue about it, instead of focusing on the show.

The Siamese leaned back on the couch with his feet paws up on the cushion. Samuel's full attention was on the TV even as a large hand was set on his thigh. Finger grips the lean muscle underneath his tan fur pants leg and the dog's thumb dipped in between, rubbing in semi-circles where it found itself. The dog still had his left arm around the cat's shoulders, left hand holding his far shoulder, and showed no inclination of letting go with either.

It was a simple thing sitting on the sofa together and Samuel never felt more uncomfortably turned on in his entire life. He could feel those muddy eyes looking at him every now and then as his own stared forward at the TV unsure of what was even on at this point so distracted he had become. His whiskers twitched and ears swiveled several times as if unsure where to stay put. His own hands rested on his knees, his nails were beginning to dig painfully into them as he sat there staring forward trying to think of anything but his friend sitting next to him.

Especially as that broad muzzle bumped into the side of his own and a warm, caress tongue licked out at his whiskers making Samuel's whole body puff out as if his tail had just been caught in a shutting door. That broad muzzle just nuzzled, bumping against his some more as the dog's eyes closed shut, Rob scooting over next to him. Even if it had only been a half-inch closer, Samuel took instant notice of the larger male moving closer to him.

"This could've been a lot worse," Rob mumbled in that deep husky voice making the cat's ears fall flat on his head. A deep powerful, dominant male voice that even in whisper sounded forceful. That warm breath washing over the side of his face as Samuel could smell the coffee on Rob's breath.

"H-how so?" Samuel asked looking at the other side of the room rather than at the dog trying to seemingly crawl into his lap.

"Well, we could've been alone this weekend." Rob breath washed just underneath Samuel's chin and a nose soon followed, nosing at the feline with that bumpy black nose, sniffing aimlessly at him. Rob savoring Samuel's scent this morning. There was a clear distinct smell of dog on the feline and Rob loved that; loved the fact his scent was on this other male.

"Oh god, you're right. We are alone!" Samuel nearly whimpered as naughty thoughts ran through his head of the dog taking advantage of the poor, innocent helpless cat totally mishearing what Rob had intended.

"Would've been a very boring weekend if you hadn't offered to give me a ride," Rob said sincerely still nuzzling at him affectionately, grateful for his company.

"Please don't give me a ride..." Samuel begged nearly mrowing as his mind jumped to a rutting dog mounting him like some back alley cat. And hating the fact he enjoyed it.

"I'm glad that you were here with me." Rob folded his ears down and licked once more over the cat's face, up to his neck, and over cheek before nosing at him right under his eye against his cheek in thanks. Rob took a slow deep breath of him, the fur on Samuel's face moving with it before against it as Rob exhaled over him.

"Oh... m-me too..." Samuel said almost disappointed that the dog hadn't been coming on to him. And semi-relieved by it.

The cat did meow loudly as that arm on his shoulder fell down behind him and the hand on his thigh dipped underneath and in one strong, clean motion spun the cat onto his side and Rob along with him. The two grown males laid out on the couch, the dog partially on the cat and the cat partially under the dog in that one smooth motion. Samuel found himself on his back and the German Shepherd on his chest, who was still nosing at his face. An arm laid crossed the cat and hug him against that larger body. The dog rested his head on top of the cat's head, between his ears and looked over into the corner with no particular thought in mind.

As the two forcibly snuggled.

Their legs fought against one another before Samuel submitted to the dog and found himself tangled up with the larger male. A paw rubbed at the back of his leg as the canine pressed down, lightly against him as if just trying to make sure the cat couldn't wiggle free. Or to Samuel that's how he felt. Trapped underneath the larger male.

"A-are you always so affectionate?" Samuel muttered trying to look at him and only turned his snout right into the dog's armpit. The warmth from the canine made the canine sweat and Samuel got a large breath of Rob before he even knew what had hit him. Neither had showered that morning and after working the previous day, the buildup was strong.

"Yes." Rob said truthfully as he closed his eyes feeling that snout under his arm, the body underneath him, and just began listening for the sound he had been aiming for from the beginning. A sound that the dog coveted to hear once more.

That natural rumbling of happiness from the cat.

Rob's fur was waxy like most dogs. It had a strong musk to it, a heat that just warmed the very area around him. Yet, it was soft and it was clear Rob took great care of his fur just as he did his body. The strong muscular male was supporting most his weight off the feline, just lounging over him seemingly with flexing legs and arms to keep himself from crushing Samuel. And the cat, this feline found himself underneath this thick fur, muscular body that pawed at him aimlessly. Rob only wanting to feel him, to touch him, to snuggle him, and protect him against the cold.

"So..." Samuel began. "You going back to school?" He asked hoping to keep up the general conversation they had been having, wishing to get to know more about this canine he had his snout pressed against. He could smell that natural male musk, it sent shivers up his tangled legs. And he tried not to grind up against the dog's thigh resting over his groin.

"This summer," Rob grumbled wiggling his rear and scooting the lower portion of his body down and over the cat, his rear sticking up, tail wagging at hearing that voice so close to him. Hearing Samuel speak, pressing up against his body like this. Rob's arms wrapped around the feline, hugging Samuel to his chest now.

"Cool. Cool." Samuel said waiting for the dog to continue and getting nothing in return, if Rob fell asleep on him Samuel was just going to roll him off the whole couch. "So school. That's good." This had to be the worse small talk in all time.

"Yup." Rob just replied, squirming a bit more trying to get comfortable before just plopping down on top of Samuel.

Samuel was about to kick him off and onto the mattress just next to them, beginning to wonder why they hadn't just taken a seat there when the large dog licked his face once more. Rob nuzzled his muzzled underneath Samuel's face; the cat noting how Rob kept away from Samuel's line of sight the best he could. Even now, like this, snuggling up on the sofa Rob was trying to think of Samuel's condition and how best to handle it.

"I guess," Samuel thought as he exhaled the breath he'd been holding this whole time. "He can stay..." The cat rubbed at the dog's side getting a low murr in reply from the canine, having been originally planning on stabbing him with a claw to get him off. Samuel's snout was still trapped under that heavy dog's muscular arm and against his chest. Samuel could feel that beating heart against his face, it made him blush.

"That feels good," Rob muttered slumping back against the side of the couch, rubbing his back against it before trying to turn himself over to expose his belly and not so subtle ask for what he wanted. Samuel ignored the whining, pinning dogs need for belly rubs and Rob ended up giving him a good hip check knocked the cat out of the way and off the couch. "Shit!" Rob cursed not meaning to do that and yet laughing after.

A loud yelp filled the air as the cat dug into the dog's hide with sprung nails trying to stay on and in a fumbling mess the dog, whining the whole time, rolled back helped him up. "Sorry," Rob said guiltily before once more not so subtle turning onto his back and exposing his belly for him to love on. "Love my bellah!" He said loudly, tail wagging. Samuel was sure this was exactly why the four-legged kind of dogs didn't talk.

"Pathetic," Samuel said turning to sit on his rear. He turned towards the TV. For a split second, Rob thought the Siamese cat was going to get up and leave, only for Samuel to reach behind him to rub at the dog's belly. Rob melted back onto the couch, tipping his muzzle high, and just groaned low and deep, making the cat flush from the sound he was causing the dog to experience. "So what classes?" Samuel continued to press.

"Hm?" Rob grunted back rubbing his back on the couch and folding his arms on his chest, legs sticking up just a little bit from the belly rub. His tail never stopped wagging.

"Classes this summer that you are going to take." Samuel chuckled looking at the dog before shaking his head and looking away. How he could be afraid of this thing he wasn't even sure anymore. Rob's muzzle was tipped upwards exposing the dark black fur running from his chin, down his neck and over his chest. The German Shepherd's tongue was drooling out the side of his muzzle and with both arms and legs up, he just looked pathetic than scary.

"Boring ones." The dog grunted in reply. "Right there," he murred deeply as the cat's fingers slid down over that muscular belly to the middle. "Some math, an English class, and an intermediate computer class," Rob added after a few moments of pleasurable bliss. Only ever offering something up when Samuel scratched his belly.

"At least it's something." Samuel offered if a bit weakly. "What do you plan to do?"

He got a grunt in reply before the dog actually said anything. "Prob some Nine to Five cubicle job somewhere pushing papers like my dad. IT work or some shit."

"Whatever puts bread on the table." The cat agreed nodding a bit, figuring he'd end up in a similar line of work. He didn't mind the idea of it as much. Being away from the public would be good with his...condition.

"Something that can help raise a family on." The dog went on making the ears of the cat stand up. "Something that my family wouldn't be ashamed of." Samuel wasn't sure which family he was talking about then. "Like something that my dad and mum wouldn't mind me having. A good hard working stiff." The dog said rather forcefully but chuckled afterward, Samuel was sure it was a sour subject for the canine though. One problem with trying to please everyone you don't end up doing what you would want.

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" Samuel asked scooted back until his back was touching the back of the couch and his feet were resting on the edge of their mattress fort. Rob got up a bit and scooted over before laying down in his lap lifting his arms up to show off his chest and belly once more for easy access.

"In a lot of school debt, working like a stiff, living my good dog days trapped inside an office while I slowly grow old and rot away." Rob crossed his arms behind his head looking up as he thought it over, his muddy eyes drifting over to the cat's face whose lap he was resting in. A grin spread across his black lips and he winked. "I rather focus on the play than the work."

"Who doesn't?" Samuel chuckled in reply petting at his chest a bit. The cat folded his ears back as Rob reached out to pet the side of his face, a strong thumb rubbing over his dark brown masked face. "W-what?" Samuel flushed as he tried to look down into that face looking up at him, into those muddy pools of eyes.

The dog opened his muzzle, tongue lolling out to the side, and then let out a loud belch. He was promptly shoved off onto the floor.

"Bastard," Samuel waved the breakfast smell away from his face though he chuckled.

"Ok, ok." Rob agreed getting back up, tail wagging. "You can blame that one on the dog."

"You did do it though." Samuel laughed giving him a good shove with his paw. The dog didn't seem to mind being stepped on and pushed to the side even as those toes curled around the side of his muzzle. Rob nosing between Samuel's toes. Rob was soon shoved aside however and his head dipped down as if ashamed. In the next second, Rob just popped back up at the end of the couch with his chin on the very edge looking at him.

The German Shepherd whined, giving the feline the largest puppy dog eyes he could muster.

"No." Samuel crossed his arms looking away. Rob scooted over a bit, moving his chin over the couch still looking up at the feline with those large puppy dog eyes.

Another whine filled the otherwise silent room, the TV just background noise at this point.

"No, bad dog." Samuel fussed as Rob climbed back up onto the couch. He laughed as the dog easily closed the distance between them, trying to shove him off as the German Shepherd attempted to crawl back into his lap.

The cat pushed and shoved as the still whining dog, blaming the fact he was laughing the whole time on why the dog didn't show any sign of stopping. And in the end, he got a large German Shepherd in his lap, panting and drooling right next to his face. A hand was pawing at his chest. That breakfast morning dog breaths panting over the side of his face making him have his eye.

"What?" Samuel said giving in as the dog clearly wasn't about to back down.

"You look purrty." Rob grinned foolishly with a wag of his tail and the two laughed, Samuel finally shoving the dog's face away. Rob scooted back a little way but still was within hand groping range. "OK, so I know why I'm single. What about you?" The dog lazed back a bit and this was followed by pushing, shoving and overall violating Samuel's personal space with his hind paws, toes wiggling in the feline's face. "I talked boring school stuff with you, now you tell me something about you." Rob just reasoned out practically molesting Samuel with his paws.

"Busy." Samuel just shrugged trying to ignore the toes pressing against his side at this point, lifting up his shirt and rubbing over his body. "I work full time, trying to get back into school, have bills to pay, sun spots to sleep in, small red dots to chase... The usual," he shrugged once more trying to ignore the dog who only seemed to be getting more into it as the cat ignored him.

"All you need is love." Rob said almost too seriously catching the cat off guard. They shared a laugh afterward, Samuel swiping a hand at him.

"Dork..."

"Thank you." And with that Rob gave his side another playful push with his foot.

Samuel rolled his eyes, grabbing the heel of the dog's paw and bringing it up. Rob's eyes widened before he yelped as skilled digits began tickling over it. Rob kicked his legs, barking loudly as he laughed and twisting, squirming back and forth as he giggled. Not once did he try to pull his legs away, however.

"You were asking for this." Samuel just explained continuing what he could with the squirming paw before letting it slide from his hand. The dog laughed some more, wiping a tear out of his eye before resting both paws back on the cat's lap, wiggling his toes with a grin.

"Yeah, but you haven't hissed or attacked me yet. So..." Rob reasoned weighing the issue in his hands before dumping it to the side. "Progress!" Rob just smirked.

"You loved it more than I did." Samuel stated making the dog fold his ears back before grinning widely showing those fangs off as the German Shepherd openly adjusted the front of his briefs with a hand, not even minding the tent forming there.

"All you need is love?" Rob shrugged innocently making the cat groan. "Ok, it's your turn."

"Whoa, whoa. No tickling. I will scratch your eyes out." Samuel said threatening him with retracted claws. He couldn't help when they sprung loose; it was more of a reflex than anything.

"No, silly." Rob just laughed moving his legs aside and scooting over. "A belly rub."

"Cat's don't do belly rubs," Samuel stated as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "If you try to give a cat belly rubs you get your eyes removed." And this time his nails did spring out at his command.

"Well. What the fuck then?!" Rob said insulted as if offended by the fact HE couldn't give HIM a belly rub. Samuel was sure he'd never understood a dog's mind.

"True story, brah." Samuel just shrugged in return with a shake of his head.

"Fine." Rob said still moving in making Samuel withdraw.

"H-hey, what are you doing." Samuel asked with wide eyes as those hands reached out towards him. Samuel hissed before those fingers began scratching under his muzzle, on the side of his neck and around his large ears. "Oh. Oooh. Ooooooh." Samuel said softly, eyes rolling back into his skull as his head fell forward to those large, musky grubby hands scratching him.

"Cats." Rob just rolled his eyes cradling Samuel's head in his large hands, rubbing underneath and around the feline's ears some more, guiding that head and body over until it was resting against him. The cat nuzzled more into those paws and bumped face-first against his chest.

Samuel was about to say something to his friend but bit his tongue as those fingers continued their work. And with it the dog soon smiled, tail wagging, both his floppy ears lifting up as his eyes sparkled with life as the sound he had been hoping for soon filled the room.

The sound of a cat purring.

Rob hugged that body against him with one arm, using the other hand to keep scratching. Pulling the smaller male up against him, letting that very sound vibrate from the cat mouth and into the dog's chest. Rob curled his toes and let out a slow, shaking breath before nuzzling down against the smaller male. He always did love vibrators, he didn't know they came in cat size.

A minute ticked by. Five more... Ten might've passed and neither of the two would've really been aware. The only indicator was the random sitcom on TV that had switched over to the next episode. Rob had stopped scratching and was just petting the side of the cat's face by this point just pushing his snout down between the cat's ears and smelling the faint scent of him.

A scratchy tongue licked at Rob's chest, over one of his firm pecs and groomed the fur there. That rough feel touched Rob's nipple making the canine sit up this time, his whole body shivering and reacting to it.

"H-hey," Rob muttered softly looking down at the cat as if he had just woken up from a rather long, nice nap.

"Roar." Samuel chuckled softly looking up before folding his ears back and closing his eyes as that broad snout loomed down overhead and bumped his own small nose with the dog's large one. The cat let out a faint meow of a sound as that large, pink grooved tongue licked over his nose, muzzle, and face. Rob bent his head a bit lower and licked again. And then licked once more using his tongue to feel and find the spot he'd been looking for.

It took one more probing lick to find it and Rob sealed his lips around the cats. The large canine holding the side of Samuel's face, tilting it slightly to the side before letting their lips form against the other. Molding to the touch and feel as Rob pressed against Samuel and in turn, felt the cat reciprocate the feelings back.

It was the soft, panting gasp of the Siamese that allowed the German Shepherd to slip his tongue within Samuel's muzzle. To touch the very tip of Samuel's own tongue with his own before clasping the side of his face with his large, padded finger hand and hold it firmly, securely as Rob shoved the rest of his tongue inside. It surged forward, filling the smaller male's muzzle making Samuel's tail curl. The taste was electrifying.

And how quickly a simple kiss turned into a full-blown make-out session.

Panting hotly Rob slurped and licked at the cat, swallowing loudly every now and then and panting more into that open-muzzle he was still holding with his left hand. Rob pawed at the cat's chest, reaching around to guide him onto his back before pressing his snout roughly against his once more and forcing his tongue inside. Once more...

More. More was the keyword Rob wanted to say, wanted to growl, wanted to pant and whine out. More! He wanted more of this, of him, of Samuel and groaning his name, once more... Rob got it. Biting at his lower lip and pulling it back as the canine opened his muddy eyes to look once more into the cats lying before him.

Their lips parted and both their ears were splaying out to the side as they just stared, for the first time, into the eyes of the other without Samuel looking away.

Samuel was panting open maw, curled tongue as those blue eyes opened back up to look at the dog. If Samuel had found his voice the only thing he could've been able to say would be "Wow."

"So..." Rob said swallowing loudly and pulling back a bit to give him some space. "Would you like to go out to coffee, sometime?" Rob asked scratching the back of his neck with an uncomfortable chuckle.

Samuel wiped the drool from his mouth unsure if it was his own or the dogs at this point. He sat up a bit, his tan fur was all messed up and whiskers twisted. "Really?" Samuel just blurted out, chuckling afterward and trying to straighten his whiskers out. "You rape my face,"

"Whoa hey now." Rob pointed out but wagged his tail as he rolled his tongue around in his maw still tasting the cat.

"And then you ask me out?" Samuel's voice was soft and it came out more of a meow than anything else.

"Whoever said I was asking you out?" Rob folded his arms, still breathing heavily. His large chest rising and falling with his deep open maw breaths. "Just us two hanging out and like we may or may not have come back to my place... at the end of the day... is all..." Rob was the one looking away.

"So, it'd be two guys going out with the eventual goal of sex in mind? That sounds like a date to me." Samuel chuckled smoothing his arm and leg fur out a bit and adjusting the pants he was still wearing.

"Whoa now," Rob said raising his hands up. "Whoever said anything about sex?" The grin on his face clearly giving it away though with his wagging tail.

"So it'd just be two guys, going out," Samuel said trying to clarify as he pulled his own legs a bit closer. "Without sex."

"Hanging out." Rob corrected tactfully.

"Hanging out," the cat had to roll his eyes. "And it'd just be the two of us like what? Getting coffee, grabbing a bite to eat, and like seeing a movie?" The cat pulled from the top of his mind.

"Yup." Rob just nodded; he crossed his legs before scooting a bit closer staring at him with those large eyes. They drifted lower though back to those supple lips. Rob licked his own, panting after, and for a split second Samuel thought Rob was going to kiss him again. The canine restrained himself, almost whining out for the feel of them again.

"Sounds...riveting." Samuel chuckled leaning back a bit and holding his legs a bit. "That is if you let me leave this place." He teased back at the dog who blinked a few times before grinning along.

"You found me out. I was going to tie you up and take advantage of you all night, every night." Samuel blushed as Rob got up throwing his arms in the air. "Damn. All the knotty things I was going to do to you!" He added a good laugh afterward to make sure it was clear he was joking. "I wouldn't need to tie you up... if I tied you up..." Rob swallowed loudly at that before panting openly once more.

Somehow the cold apartment felt like an oven in that moment as the two just looked at each other.

"That'd be dreadful." Samuel chuckled along holding his legs a bit, still feeling feverish from before. He took a slow breath and began to relax once more. "Knotted, huh?"

"Well yeah." The dog said rubbing the back of his thick black fur neck and looking down at the cat. "I was kidding. Kidding!" He waved his arms a bit as the cat's eyes narrowed on the canine.

"How long does it last?" Samuel asked letting go of his legs and standing back up. He reached over and grabbed the discarded plates from their lunch and began cleaning up a bit before heading into the kitchen.

"The whole...knotted thing? Or..." Rob asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously as he watched the cat carefully. Rob was afraid to fall into some kind of trap. Samuel hadn't rejected him or pushed him away and the Siamese cat had even let him have several minutes of bliss inside that short muzzle.

Rob licked his lips wanting to taste more of the feline...

"Both," Samuel said setting the plates in the sink and ran the water over everything. "They don't teach that kind of thing in sex ed." He shrugged. "Too many variations." Samuel just shrugged. There was only one kind of... variation he was interested in right now outside his own feline dick.

"OK, fair enough." Rob nodded moving over to sit at the counter. "Could you get me...something to drink?" The German Shepherd asked with a weak smile holding his throat as if it had seemingly grown rather dry on this topic.

"What?" Samuel's face curled in a feline's grin. "Cat got your tongue?" Rob just frowned at that as Samuel added another tally in his mind for a win. "Sure. What do you want?" Samuel asked turning around to rummage in the fridge as if it were his own. Rob was keenly aware of how the feline bent over, sticking his butt up in the air and swaying those hips and that ass back and forth.

Samuel was way too good at that making the canine suspect the feline enjoyed some doggy style...

"OJ." Rob motioned to the bottom shelf, grinning without guilt as the cat bent over to grab it. The dog didn't even like orange juice. He was glad he bought it now. Samuel had a nice rear and the curves of those hips made the canine have to adjust himself underneath the countertop.

Samuel took his time trying to find the bottle in the far back, tail up and swaying back and forth before pulling the jug out. It looked as if a single gulp had been taken from it...and then put back in. He chose not to have a glass and just filled up his coffee cup once more.

"So knots, huh?" Samuel asked only after Rob took a drink and nearly made the dog do a spit take.

Coughing, Rob wiped his muzzle. "Yup." He replied softly. "Well it's an engorgement of the-,"

"I know what it IS!" Samuel said giving him another playful, non-claw swipe before going back to creaming up his coffee. The simple fact the feline hadn't had claws out meant the world to Rob in that one single moment.

"Oh well then, the hell you wanna know?" Rob grumbled folding his ears back unsure how his penis became the key subject of the day. He was usually happy to talk about his penis. Now, not so much. He took another long drink of his OJ hoping the bitter after taste would wash this after taste from his mouth.

"I figured you were going to give me a demonstration." This got a spit take from the dog.

"What?" Rob asked in a yelping voice.

"A demonstration..." Samuel repeated slowly before clapping his hands together. "OK, whip it out!" There was a moment of silence before Samuel spoke again. "Dude, don't make this awkward." The feline was having far too much fun tormenting the usual upbeat, over-energetic canine.

"Well...it's shy..." Rob grumbled folding his ears down, missing the wicked smile on the cat's face as he watched the inside of those droopy ears turn a dark shade of maroon. "It's like an erection...within an erection."

Samuel just frowned at that crude explanation that explained nothing. So Rob clarified.

"It's hard to explain unless you're a dog! You can get aroused with no knot and get a knot with little arousal. It comes and goes on its own unless I end up...tieing with someone..." Rob frowned at that, not going into the nitty gritty details as he usually would with his dog friends. Talking to a cat about this kind of stuff was beyond the definition of uncomfortable and Samuel knew that.

"Then how long does it last?" Samuel asked trying to keep his voice even and not picturing the dog's tennis ball knot up his tailpipe.

"Depends..." Rob pushed his fingers together. "I drip...a lot. Most dogs do. And unless all fluids are...exchanged, the knot stays." Rob didn't want to also push the issue that the overall arousal played a part in duration or who he was with played its own part and the fact if he focused enough that could ALSO play a part in both girth, stamina, and duration... He was sure, if he tried, he could tie the cat all night and into the morning. "Hour? Maybe... a couple..." Rob just admitted sheepishly.

"Cool." Samuel replied simple enough making the dog's triumphant bragging of his dog hood fall rather...short and small.

"Fine, fine." Rob waved I off. "And what of you? Barbs and all." He eyed Samuel's pants as if there were a spiky urchin inside, cringing away.

"I'm barbed for my pleasure." Samuel replied flatly giving him a wink. The cat had an instant response to the dog's question. After all, the stimulation was more so for Samuel's benefit than his partner or so he figured.

Rob frowned so the cat explained.

"It can stimulate arousal in my partner when penetrated." Samuel brushed the glasses he wasn't wearing up his nose. "And each one is sensitive increasing my overall pleasure in the act itself." He added with a grin. "Hell, I can tease myself right here and now and if done right..." Samuel shrugged.

"That's very..." Rob was going to say selfish but decided to use the actual word. "Cat of you."

"Thank you." Samuel bowed before chuckling. "Reason why I love blow jobs so much."

"Speaking of blowjob," Rob adjusted himself. All this talk about knotting had really gotten the German Shepherd worked up. "How about we-,"

"Holy yarn balls batman!" Samuel said loudly making the dog's eyes go wide. "Is it already Four Thirty? How long did we sleep? Or talk. Or anything." The cat bit his finger before quickly moving into the living room, coming back for his coffee, and then back into the living room practically running. He jumped into their pillow fort, not spilling a drop of his cup, and sat down grabbing the remote.

"What?" Rob asked unsure if he wanted to know at this point. He was still trying to figure out how a full glass of coffee hadn't spilled everywhere as Samuel jumped into the fort. He was sure it was witchcraft... or catcraft in this case.

"It's Cats in Suits!" Samuel said as if it were so blatantly, painfully obvious.

"What?" Rob asked walking over leaving his glass behind.

"The hit TV drama about mafia men? One of them makes meth, the other guy is a secret serial killer and the last is just a mobster. It's like the number one rated show, ever! Cat's in Suits IS just like my all time...favorite...show." Samuel folded his ears back as he looked at the dog who was just grinning down at him. "I have not or never been part of the geek community." Samuel tried to say in his defense.

"Sure. Sure." Rob said taking a seat next to him and trying to ignore his blue balls, missing his chance this time to relieve them.

Rob put up with it as, for the first time, he was able to sit next to and talk to the feline without Samuel pulling away. That, in itself, was a reward... besides, they still had several days stuck together and Rob wouldn't mind being stuck to Samuel one of them the German Shepherd just smiled, watching Samuel instead of the TV as the show started up.

Reaching a handover, Rob touched the feline's own and the two sat in their pillow fort as Samuel told Rob about every character, their back story, and how they fit into the story during the hour-long program. And the dog just sat there, listening to every word Samuel had to say. Just glad the cat let him be here with him this day...