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Proposal

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Slymcfadden001

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The policeman's ball was an annual event, set in the winter months and one that Sly very much looked forward to. It was not so much on the side of glitz and glamour but bringing in an air of elegant sophistication, though there was a good deal of fundraising for community events going on there too. Warm, white lights twinkled across the indoor dance floor, which had been set up with tables around the exterior and a large space for dancing, the music picking up, later in the night, from the slower, more graceful dancing beats for suits and gowns.

Sly McFadden, however, went as Nathaniel's partner, the police fur who was a part of the force. The werewolf was the kind of fur that, more often than not, passed for a wolf, though his brown fur was thicker around his shoulders and chest, in a nod to his werewolf heritage. Sly, on the other paw, was a standard wolf, but brighter in colour than Nate's brown, with purple fur and glimmering yellow markings on the outside of his shoulders. In terms of personality, they were quite similar, always up for some fun and positive thinking, but Sly was a little more on the shyer side, more prone to flirting. The only one that he had eyes for, however, was his partner, Nate.

Yet as Nate dropped to one knee before him, smiling up at how his partner's golden-orange hair ruffled in the cool chill outside on the deck beyond the ball, it was evident just how Sly was the only one that Nate had eyes for too. There were not many around, for the werewolf had chosen a safe, quiet spot for the proposal, and yet there was still clattering and a smattering of cheers as Sly accepted with a sob, tears of happiness brimming over in his eyes.

There was one thing that both werewolf and wolf had not considered before - and that was that they had not had their first time together. It was not that they had moved quickly, no, not at all, but that they had been waiting for the right time, even if not so much the right guy.

And that was just why Nate, finally, knew that the time was right, that the wolf in his arms was the one that he wanted to be with for the rest of his days. He scooped his lover up and carried him home, not even stopping for the car, for his apartment was not all that far away.

"Ah! Nate!"

Even though Sly had been expecting such a forward act from the werewolf, he still swooned as he was, literally, carried up the stairs to Nate's apartment on the second floor, the werewolf's arms bulging with muscle around him. He laughed and shook his head, giddy on the high of the proposal, though he was not about to say anything more as warm heat and need pooled in the pit of his stomach.

He kissed his lover passionately, tongues twining around one another as their muzzles came together perfectly, fur brushing against one another. It was as if they had been made for each other, everything as it needed to be, though the coiling, twisting heat within Sly's stomach could not be set aside.

It was time, moving backwards, Nate pushing him, very gently, towards the bedroom, step by shaky step. They did not even pause to turn the lights on, for they already had more than enough light with the moon outside shining in through the apartment windows.

"Shush," Nate breathed, caressing Sly's face as he laid the wolf back on the bed, kissing his muzzle, nuzzling down to the crook of his neck. "You look so wonderful here...like this. May I?"

Sly was already hastily nodding his permission as Nate stripped him, taking his time in getting that permission before proceeding further. Their first time, however, was more important than any other, especially when they had waited for it, hearts pounding and surging as one, aching together for the heat to come to sweet fruition at long last.

They stripped one another, paws moving quickly, trading heat and sweet kisses, passion brewing. Yet nothing could hold back the hard, throbbing rise of Nate's shaft, the werewolf's member swelling, though there was not yet a knot at the base. That would come in time, yes, but they had plenty of time to enjoy everything, moment by moment. And who even knew if Nate would get to knot Sly that night, whether the moment would be right for that too?

He took his time in warming up the wolf, though Sly was a little inexperienced - more so than him. It had been a while since he had been with someone else (since before being with Sly, of course) but everything eased into place so naturally that it was a wonder that they had even waited. With Sly's cock exposed and throbbing, he tenderly took it into his paw, leading the way and controlling the direction that their liaison took, even though he was constantly checking in with Sly, making sure that the wolf was okay with everything that he was doing to him.

Sly could not have been more okay with him, with everything that the werewolf was doing to him. And he did his best to return every last one of the soft kisses and touches in kind, nuzzling and brushing his fingers reverently down Nate's chest, through the thicker fur there. He'd never gotten the chance to do that so intimately, but he longed for it even more now that he was there in the moment, grunting thickly, need rising in a sharp flare of longing.

Yet he did not have to long for it, not when his desire burned through, his cock throbbing to attention even harder as Nate caressed it with his tongue. And, oh, how the werewolf knew how to use his tongue! He curled and lapped it around the head of the wolf's cock, adoring him, proving his love with every stroke, yet the moment was right, tension strung out deliciously between the two of them.

"Oh, Nate..."

That was all that Sly was able to get out, his tail flicking back and forth, wagging with delight. He wanted it all, wanted it even more than before, though the longing was not so easy to set aside. He whined and licked his lips, struggling and grasping for his partner, but Nate was determined to take him softly and sweetly through their first time together.

He moaned around the wolf's cock as he took it into his mouth, tongue pressing up to the underside, flicking around and curling, lapping even while Sly's cock was within his mouth. A blowjob might have been seen as an act of submission to some, but it was very clear, even then, just how much in control the werewolf was of the situation, boldly and confidently taking the need forward for the two of them.

The slick cream of the wolf's pre-cum, however, betrayed his true need, squirming under the werewolf's hold and, finally, succeeding in getting Nate to release his cock. The werewolf grinned widely in a flash of white teeth as he crawled up the length of the wolf's body and the bed, sheets rumpling beneath them.

"Mmm... I want to see you, sweetie."

It was not quite like Nate to use such soft language, but Sly appreciated it all very much as his legs were lifted and bent back, all while he was lying on his back. It felt natural for him, even if he blushed heavily, feeling as if he was too exposed, but it was all right in the end. It was all that he needed, to be laid out there, his lover's cock finally touching up against the bud of his tail hole.

They could have used lube, especially with the size of Nate's cock, but the werewolf took it slowly, very slowly. A smooth, subtle glide of his hips pressed his hot length into Sly's backside, the wolf taking it deep, despite the thickness of the girth.

Together, they moaned, hips moving together in sultry passion, even though Sly was somewhat pinned to the bed, all as his lover took the top, more dominant position. The wolf moaned openly, his tongue hanging out of his muzzle in a flash of pink against his purple fur, even though the dim lighting of the bedroom made it so that everything was rendered a little more mysterious, a little more exciting.

"I love you so much..."

The werewolf exhaled softly as he thrust, grinding his cock back and forth, gently penetrating and spreading out his partner, bit by bit. Oh, how he needed it, all so desperately, grunting and groaning, letting their passion build, twisting between them. It had been worth the wait, though they would never again wait again, not when they could have everything they ever wanted and more, all with each other, the tightness of the wolf's backside closing around him.

Nate grunted, pressing on, thrust after thrust, all as Sly eased beneath him, more and more. The wolf clung to him, burying his muzzle in his chest and whispering his name. The wolf's tongue flicked out, brushing into the fur of his chest, though he could not reach Nate's nipples through the thick fur of his chest.

Yet Sly relished in it, letting every thrust carry him away. It was all that he'd wanted, not realising that it was the next step, truly, in their relationship that would bring them even closer together than they had been before. He groaned, whimpering into the fluff of the werewolf's chest, inhaling his scent over and over again, savouring every moment, lusciously enjoying it all.

He hoped, one day, that he could do as much for Nate as he felt the werewolf did for him, though from Nate's heady, heavy pants, he was doing more than enough with the rock and sway of his body already. Maybe, in a submissive position, he didn't have to do all that much, especially not when Nate was as happy as he was to take the lead and press forward, thrust by thrust and moment by moment.

He caught Nate grunting his name, thrusts increasing in pace, though it was the werewolf's paw wrapped around his cock that did it for him. Nate pumped and stroked his cock, Sly whimpering breathlessly, the tightness that came in the prelude to orgasm throbbing up thick and fast.

It could not be held back, not in the slightest, as he let loose with a wolf-like howl, throwing his head back as orgasm was forced upon him. He needed it all, though Nate was a generous, caring lover, keeping him in the throbbing pulse of orgasm for as long as he could, even as hot, slick ropes of cum painting Sly's stomach, soaking into his fur.

He lay back on the bed, dazed, grunting and whimpering, eyes adoringly locked onto the werewolf above him. No one else mattered to him in the world, nothing at all, not when Nate was above him, powering into him, thrust after thrust grinding through, giving him all that he could ever have wanted and more.

It was only their first time together, but more still was to come, Nate moaning and trembling, his full body shaking, as he spent his load too, though it seemed to take the werewolf a moment to realise what was happening. He tipped over the edge without realising it, so focused was he on his partner, though he still relished in the throbbing pulses of orgasm, claiming his partner sweetly and completely.

Every spurt of cum sank deeply into the wolf's tail hole, exactly where it belonged. Yet Nate lowered his head, even as he panted through his climax, nuzzling into his partner's cheek lovingly, sharing their scents, pleasure winding together, as if their climaxes were joined.

A proposal was one thing, but coming together in such sweetness was just for them, only for them.

"I love you."

They'd have many more times together, but the first time, for them together, would forever remain the most special of all.