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To say he was bitter was an understatement. Damien was livid. Not that the day was awful, far from it. His birthday had been quite a pleasant day, with his friends and family, joking and laughing together, sharing time with people that the husky's tail wagging joyfully. But there was one person who was missing throughout the day who had only sent him a single text. "Catch you later", it had said.

Where was his boyfriend?

As he returned to his apartment, he found his frustration raising, especially with a cursory glance around the parking lot. There was no doubt in his mind that his boyfriend was home right now; his eyes quickly fell upon the wolf's truck, parked just outside the building. As he approached the front door, he pulled out his key, fully determined to storm inside and give that absentee wolf a piece of his mind when the door suddenly yanked open and he found himself pulled into a stifling, suffocating hug of fur and muscle.

"FLUFF!" Marcus Mooney's voice greeted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Ears ringing, Damien pushed on Marcus's chest-the wolf released him. "You remembered? Then where have you been all day? Did you have to work or something? I thought we'd-"

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I've been so quiet today," Marcus murmured sheepishly. "But I wanted to keep it a secret. I didn't want you to see it too soon and I wanted to really get you something you loved." He shifted uncomfortably. "But can you do me a favor?"

"Do you a favor?" Damien asked in suspicion.

"Just... close your eyes, please?"

"What are you up to, Marcus?" Damien craned his neck, attempting to see into the apartment, but Marcus stepped in front of his view, completely blocking the husky's view. "Just tell me..."

"No! It has to be a surprise! Please just... For me, Fluff?" Marcus gave him that puppy-dog look, the very look that Damien loved and loathed in equal measure. It was adorable, cute, loving... and impossible to refuse.

Damien closed his eyes and put his paws over them, blinding himself. Gently, Marcus pulled Damien over the threshold and Damien heard the door close behind him. Marcus, with his firm paw at his back, guided Damien further into the apartment before stopping him, pressing down on his shoulders to get him to sit down in a chair. Damien was tempted to open his eyes but he heard something move-Marcus was pushing something closer to him. Then, Marcus's paw gripped his wrist and maneuvered it, until Damien felt his finger press down on a button. A single, musical note met his ears and he recognized the sound almost immediately as a piano, playing middle-C.

Unable to contain his curiosity anymore, Damien opened his eyes and his jaw dropped. Marcus had pushed a keyboard in front of him, an 88-key musical instrument that he'd never seen in person before, only in magazines and online. A rare Yapawha Juno, one that he would have never been able to purchase. He knew it very well; over two thousand sounds with a realistic feel to the keys and worth no less than...

"Marcus..."

"I saw you looking at it in that magazine a few months ago," Marcus said, "and I figured you'd... you know, want it."

Damien's jaw twitched. For a brief moment, he bit his lip, unable to form words that, in his mind, wouldn't have sounded so ungrateful. Finally, he couldn't contain himself. "How much did this cost?"

Marcus's heavy paw scratched his right ear and, despite his indignance, Damien leaned into it. "Don't worry about it," Marcus said.

"How much did you spend? Should I be worried? What about rent and-?"

"No, don't be worried," Marcus said, leaning in closer. He kissed Damien's forehead. "I just wanted to get a good present for my Fluff."

"You know... You don't have to go overboard," Damien said, his eyes starting to tear up. "But thank you. I just... I don't know what to say. I don't deserve... I don't have anything to give to you that's this good."

"It's your birthday, you deserve a present that's almost as amazing as you are." Marcus pressed a key. "Why don't you play me a song and then I'll give you another present."

Damien's fingers hovered over the keyboard, still stunned that this was real. He wasn't dreaming. "What should... what should I play?"

"Dealer's choice."

Damien bit his lip and thought for a moment. Then, he remembered a love song, one that he'd known for years yet had never played for his boyfriend. He started to play and, before he knew it, he was singing, Marcus listening attentively, the wolf's tail wagging happily. When he finished, he looked up at Marcus, who was getting closer and closer until they were kissing. Damien allowed himself to melt into it, feeling Marcus's paw at his back, reaching lower until he felt it near his tail.

"Hey, wait!" Marcus said, pulling back. "You still have one more present."

"You didn't get me another--!"

"Nope, but you gotta come back to the bedroom for it."

And Marcus took off, rushing back to the bedroom. Damien eased himself around the keyboard (Marcus had closed the door behind him) and rushed over to the bedroom. He eased the door open and was greeted by a sight that he'd never, in a thousand years, refuse. The moment the door opened, Marcus ripped his t-shirt, the sound echoing in the husky's perked ears. Almost hypnotized, Damien moved closer.

"Wanna see your second present?"

"Is it you?" Damien asked hopefully.

"Why don't you unwrap it and find out?" Marcus's paw was hovering over his belt and Damien moved closer.

"I can't wait to play with my second present," Damien said coyly, coming closer and kneeling. He unlatched Marcus's belt and unbuttoned it. Tauntingly slowly, he pulled the zipper down and dropped his wolf's pants to the knees before stopping. "What're you wearing?"

Marcus stepped back carefully, doing one of his "bodybuilder" poses that he loved, showing off the bright white and red briefs that Damien knew, for a fact, that Marcus Mooney would've never worn if he wasn't playing to one of the kinks he knew Damien had. Right in the center of the briefs was an orange lightning bolt design and, when he turned, Damien saw orange, jagged lettering that read "PRANCE" across that muscled butt.

"Do you like what you see?" Marcus asked tauntingly, kicking his pants off to the side. He moved closer to Damien, moving the husky's hand towards the red waistband of the undies that Damien was sure were purposely a size too small.

Damien swallowed, then snapped the waistband. Marcus let out a huff of intrigue as Damien pushed him backwards onto the bed, climbing to hover over him in a rare display of dominance. Damien kissed him once more, far more deeply than before, teasing at the underwear that was getting his blood pumping. Marcus attempted to sit upright, but Damien pushed him back.

"No, just let me have fun with this for right now," Damien ordered, maneuvering downward; he sniffed at the briefs, his tongue licking a stripe along where he could feel his boyfriend's arousal starting to push at the fabric. Above him, he heard Marcus let out a hiss of enjoyment and, internally, he smirked.

There was something about seeing his boyfriend, his big bad wolf, in these tight briefs that got his heart racing, that made him need more than usual. And, he could tell, Marcus wanted it just as bad. The wolf's paw went to pull at the waistband, but Damien slapped it away, shaking his head warningly.

"I'm in charge tonight," he said. "It's my birthday, remember?"

Marcus nodded. "Yes, sir."

Damien eased the waistband down just enough to get access to what he wanted; Marcus's hardness was already poking out and Damien licked along its length, making the wolf twist in excited anticipation.

"Stay still," Damien said.

"Kind of hard to do when-ah!" Marcus exhaled as Damien took him in his mouth. The husky's paw closed around his wolf's knot as he savored the taste on his tongue. Marcus did his best to keep himself from shaking as the feeling sent shockwaves of pure pleasure up his spine.

Damien pulled off briefly and Marcus looked at him with silent pleading for him to continue, jaw slack and eyes slightly glazed over. Damien smirked. "What do you want?" Damien challenged, stroking along Marcus's length. "More?"

"More..." Marcus agreed.

"Hmm... Maybe you don't deserve it," Damien said, gently squeezing at the knot. "You almost missed my whole birthday." Damien kissed the tip and slid off from the bed. Marcus hurriedly sat upright, just in time to see Damien shirk off his shirt and lower his pants. "Calm down. Just sit back and enjoy the show."

Damien smiled, seeing Marcus nearly drool as he, in a tauntingly slow way, lowered his underwear, holding it on the tip of his fingers playfully. As he climbed back onto the bed, Damien set his briefs on the wolf's nose, allowing the wolf to take a deep inhale as Damien went back to his favorite treat, sucking on the thick wolf with all determination to tip him right over the edge. Above him, he could feel Marcus's body shake with ecstasy and a small sense of pride began to work through him; nobody could work this wolf like his husky.

"D-Damien, I-"

Damien squeezed the length and pulled off, causing the wolf to almost whine at the lost climax. Damien straddled him carefully, situating himself just so, hovering over the slickened hardness. He lowered down carefully, sucking in a breath as it pushed through, into him. Marcus suddenly thrust upwards and Damien winced, unprepared before fixing his boyfriend with a hard glare.

"Sorry, I just-"

Damien poked at Marcus's nose. "You're a bad boy who needs a lesson."

Damien lifted himself up and let himself sink back downwards, that familiar feeling of fullness starting to work through him. Marcus's paws quickly found their way to Damien's rear, kneading that bubble butt that the wolf adored, the lithe frame of his sweet, usually docile husky.

"Fuck," Damien exhaled, holding onto Marcus chest as if this ride was going to be the most thrilling he'd ever go on. "More... Harder!"

Without warning, Marcus shifted, slipping out as he reversed their positions, pinning Damien on his back on the bed, mounting the husky's legs on his shoulders as he roughly reentered, pounding harder and deeper than he had before. Their mouths clashed again, more passionate and more feral than before, less romantic. Their tongues wove into each other as they kissed, Damien's arms pulling Marcus closer, somehow needing even more.

"Do you want it?!" Marcus asked, teeth bared as he continued. His thrusts were becoming more frenzied, less about control and more about chasing that high, that impending, imminent completion. He was barely restraining it, the need and want to force that last bit in.

"Give it to me!" Damien ordered. "I need it!"

Marcus's knot bounced against Damien's rear once, twice, before finally punching through, lodging it just beyond Damien's entrance. Marcus let out a small howl as he finished, his thick seed pulsing into his husky. Damien's body twitched at the sudden intrusion and the sensation of being filled as he started to cum, shooting ropes of white across his and his boyfriend's stomachs and chests.

As their highs started to fall back down, Marcus (as gingerly as he could) shifted, lying on his back with Damien lying across his chest, cum starting to smear across their fur. Damien winced as he sat upright, eager to see something that he adored-that afterglow that made Marcus's eyes so bright and content.

"I'm gonna be sore because of you," Damien chided playfully.

"So, good birthday?"

"The best," Damien mused as Marcus reached up. The wolf's fingers, normally so deft and careful, were shaky as they reached out, swiping across the mess on Damien's chest. Damien watched, almost to the point of re-arousal, as Marcus brought the fingers to his lips and licked. "You're insatiable."

"And you're irresistible."

Damien, as easily as he could, leaned down for one more kiss. "If you're gonna fuck me like that because of those undies, you're keeping them."

"They'll need to be washed."

"Then we'll get more." Damien chortled. Then, more seriously, he said, "I'm sorry if I was being a bit dickish about you missing my birthday. I know you'd never forget."

"I'd forget my name before I forgot anything about you," Marcus said with another tender kiss.

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"OH, COME ON! THAT WAS A FOUL! THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT REF?!" Marcus bellowed.

Damien, as subtly as he could, moved closer, waiting until a commercial to stand in front of the television-he certainly didn't want to interrupt his boyfriend watching one of his favorite teams in one of the first games of the basketball season. Coyly and slightly embarrassed, he stood there, fingers interlocked in front of him.

"What's up, Fluff? Am I being too loud?" Marcus asked worriedly.

"No, not at all," Damien said. "I just... wanted to show you something. I think I'm getting some muscle."

Marcus's eyebrow raised in mild intrigue as Damien lifted his baggy t-shirt over his head. The tight, sleeveless shirt underneath pulled taut against Damien's lithe body, accentuating every curvature, and Marcus stared at him with clear, unbridled want.

"What do you think?"

"I think... you want more."

"First, I want to give you a present," Damien said. "But you have to unwrap it first."

Marcus frowned. "What kind of game are you playing, you naughty little twink?"

"Twink?!" Damien grumbled in mock hurt. He crossed his arms and pouted, but let out a small yelp of surprise when Marcus pulled him closer, the wolf's paws already working on undoing his jeans. "Don't be rough. You don't wanna rip your surprise."

"I'll buy you new... pants..." Marcus said, trailing off as a familiar flash of pink and black met his gaze. The words "CLAWSER LONDON" were stitched across the waistband royal blue. "Is that my jock?"

"Maybe," sung Damien playfully. "Like how it looks on me?" He pulled back from Marcus's grip and turned, stopping when Marcus's hand gripped his waist, squeezing his rear. "Kinky boy, aren't you?"

"What's this?" Marcus asked, pulling something out of the back of the waistband. Damien felt the thick paper slide away and turned around quickly to see Marcus's reaction. The wolf's jaw dropped as his eyes peered over the ticket. He peered up at the coy husky, trying to process what he was seeing. "This is a court-side ticket..."

"To next week's home game," Damien said. "And it actually has something else."

"What?"

"It might've come with VIP access," Damien teased, "so that you can meet a few of your favorite players. Like Troy Boyd or Benjamin McLawhorn."

"How...? When...? Fluff..."

"Consider it my way of thanking you for my new favorite instrument," Damien said, sitting in the large wolf's lap.

"That was for your birthday. What was this for?"

"Do I need a reason to want to make you happy?" Damien asked. "I did it because you're worth it."

"I don't know what to say... But I do have a question... Why are you wearing my jockstrap?"

"Go put those undies I love on and you'll see," Damien said with a taunting, playful smile. Damien hopped up and watched his wolf rush off to the bedroom to change-that tail didn't stop wagging all night.