Dating Out. Chapter Four.

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#4 of Dating Out


Dating Out

Chapter Four

By Roofles

Corey couldn't help blushing as he held himself, taking a leak in the convenience store restroom.

"Was this what it was like to have a boyfriend?" He wondered, shaking twice before stuffing his junk away and washing his paws. "These spontaneous sexy times just happening...?"

He'd never had someone come to his workplace to visit as the Irish wolfhound had. Maxwell had even brought with him lunch! It wasn't a healthy lunch, but the sweet treat had been such a welcome delight that Corey wasn't about to complain about it. The British shorthair would normally buy a cup of ramen for lunch and another on the way home for dinner.

"He's not trying to win me over..." Corey paused at the thought creeping in. He glanced up at the mirror, looking at his reflection.

Corey was a blue furred British shorthair feline. He had rolls around his neck from the excess skin and fluff of his species. His fur was dense, and he had a broad, somewhat flat face with dull copper eyes that were far larger than he was comfortable with.

He always looked like he were surprised because of the size of his eyes. His short ears didn't help with that as he made several faces in the mirror trying to look different. Trying to see what Maxwell saw in him.

Corey had been worried that Maxwell would call things off when he found out he was just a clerk at a convenience store. Or after learning that Corey had never been to college, unable to afford it. He'd been worried that the canine would lose interest after finding out how little the two had in common. Finding out how little else there was to the feline.

Maxwell hadn't. The canine had texted him shortly after each of their outings to check in on him. To ask how he was doing. If Corey had enjoyed their time together and that Maxwell had. That the canine had enjoyed everyday the two of them had gone out together.

Corey had mentioned it to Rex a couple of times already that he'd been worried about their relationship due to the fact Maxwell hadn't tried anything. Corey had hinted at things. Had practically laid out naked on a platter for the canine but Maxwell had never taken the bite. It made Corey feel as if he weren't attractive enough for the canine.

Then here he was now. The canine waiting outside the restroom for him. To do... what? Corey wasn't even sure. He wasn't sure what kind of a guy Maxwell would be in the bedroom. Let alone a quick hook up like this.

Unlocking the door, Corey swung it open for the canine waiting there underneath the roof from the rain pouring down.

"All yours." Corey stepped aside for the canine resting against the wall. Maxwell glanced over at him, and his tail began to wag.

"No need." The canine stood up and gave a long stretch. Corey could only think "damn, he was tall," but didn't voice the thought aloud as he drooled slightly as he watched the Irish wolfhound stretch.

"You come out for a fag?" Corey chuckled at the verbiage.

"A fag, yes." Maxwell took a step, shortening the little distance between the two. The canine stepping over next to the feline and looked back up at the dark sky above. "It's raining out."

"I can see that." Corey couldn't help the snide remark, covering it with a giggle after.

"Are you cold?" Maxwell rested his side against the felines. Corey stiffened for a second before relaxing into the comfort and warmth Maxwell exuded.

"A little. Even with dense fur, I wasn't made for the rain. I don't think house cats were. Rex ends up freezing most winters. I have to go over with a heater, a blanket and chisel him out before thawing the poor guy out." Corey chuckled.

It was clear the two of them were delaying this as long as they could, neither sure where to exactly start.

"Here." Maxwell took off his large jacket and before Corey to refuse, was slipping it on, over the much smaller feline. It draped down his shoulders and brushed past his knees. Corey felt small, like a child, wearing the large jacket of the Irish wolfhound.

It was warm though.

The warmth of Maxwell's body clung to the inside of it and wearing it, Corey could feel his body greedily stealing up that warmth. It smelled of Maxwell. Smelled of this larger, older male standing next to him in the rain. Corey touched the jacket, pulling it closer as he shivered.

It wasn't from the cold. The warmth of this jacket was bringing a blush to his face and though Corey knew this wouldn't last, he enjoyed every minute of their relationship. Maxwell was such a sweet guy that Corey was sure he'd pick up that there was little to no future here and move on.

Corey had already checked out on their relationship but would enjoy it until the canine broke up with him.

"How much longer do you have to go?" Maxwell inquired, not even looking at the feline. Instead, the wolfhound had pulled out his pocket watch to look at it, mulling something over.

"I still got two hours before my shift ends. I get off at midnight." Corey grumbled, not looking forward to it.

"Oh, my apologies." Maxwell pocketed the watch and glanced over at the feline. "I meant. When are you off your lunch break? Your friend said you can take as much time as you like but..."

"Whenever." Corey shrugged. "Rex and I don't really care how long the other takes. We just kind of take as long as we need without pushing it."

"I see." Maxwell looked down one way, then the other within the alleyway the two of them stood in. "No one seems to come back here..."

"Nah. Other than the trash guys in the early morning, some dumb teens to smoke before or after school and then the restrooms... there is no reason for anyone to." Corey nosed at the jacket. It really did smell of the wolfhound's strong, potent scent. Corey wanted to curl up underneath this jacket and soak in that scent.

"It is a little big for you." Maxwell smiled.

"You're a little big for me." Corey chuckled, scrunching his face down and flipping the collar of the jacket up. "It's nice. Your jacket. It's warm and... and it smells of you."

"Do you like the way I smell?" Maxwell voice was soft as he asked, nearly lost in the rain falling. His tail began to wag.

"It just... is nice. Comforting and just. Just nice." Corey closed his eyes. "I hope you don't think that's weird."

"Not at all." Maxwell reached over to adjust the collar for the feline. He rested his large hands-on Corey's shoulders and waited for the feline to look up at him. "I'm glad my smell can make you smile."

It took a second for Corey to realize he was smiling. It was odd, to just smile like this. He'd been so jaded to most things in life, numb to the news, unable to change things. He had become desensitized to most things thanks to online influences.

He had already written off this relationship before it even had a chance to take off. That was how Corey had gotten by. To just expect the worst and call it good after everything fell apart.

It was nice. To be able to just smile like this, with no concern or fear that someone would ask something of him for making him feel... happy.

"There aren't any cameras back here." Maxwell noted, glancing around.

"Nah. If I get mugged or raped back here, I'm screwed." Corey chuckled.

"Well, I was hoping you would at least give me consent." Maxwell said and Corey looked at him, confused. "I wouldn't want to do anything you dislike, Corey." There was a look in the wolfhound's eyes Corey couldn't make out. "Rex gave me a few words of advice while you were using the loo."

"What did that idiot say?" Corey frowned now, his smile slipping away. "Don't listen to Rex. He's an idiot."

"Oh?" Maxwell moved slowly, stepping in front of Corey. He placed a hand on the side of the feline's face, against the wall as he leaned down over the shorter male. "He assured me you would enjoy this." And Corey looked up in time to see the wolfhound's long muzzle dip down and brush over his shorter one.

Their lips met, if only briefly. Maxwell had such full lips underneath the wiry fur of his mustache. The beard tickled Corey's chin as they exchanged breaths once before Maxwell pulled back.

Corey shivered from the lack of warmth. Maxwell lips had been so hot and warm that Corey didn't realize how cold he'd been until the canine stopped, pulling back.

"How was that?" Maxwell asked and Corey looked up into those warm eyes smiling down at him.

"V-very nice. Very." Corey swallowed, licking his lips, and still tasting Maxwell's on them. He wanted more. He craved more of this canine. Corey didn't want this to end. He didn't want their relationship to just end. He wanted more of this canine and everything that Maxwell was.

"Good." Maxwell bent down once more, his muzzle dipping underneath Coreys. "Tell me if you want me to stop, alright? If you are uncomfortable, just let me know. Or if... or if there are any concerns."

"Wha-," Corey couldn't even finish the thought as Maxwell jaws opened and he took hold of the feline's scruffy neck with his teeth.

Corey instantly stiffened. His entire body freezing up as those fangs gripped and held him. Maxwell chewing on the floof of his neckrolls with a low, lustful growl. It made the feline shiver. A shiver that ran down and through his entire body as the canine used him as a chew toy.

Corey was glad Maxwell had put his coat over the feline's shoulders as he felt the cold creeping in along his fingers and toes. The warmth of the canine's breath making him feel just how cold it was out this night in the sharp contrast to the warmth of the Maxwell's hot body.

One of the canine's larger hands pushed against Corey's chest, forcing the feline to take a step back and bump into the brick wall behind him.

"I don't want you to get rained on," Maxwell huffed as he reached up over Corey's head and brought the jacket he'd placed there over him. Maxwell tugged the jacket until it was securely over the feline's head like a rain poncho, half-blindly Corey as if Maxwell was afraid the feline was going to see what he was about to do to him. "Now then. I know you had your sweet treat already," the canine huffed with great amusement as his eyes roamed down Corey's front and stopped between his legs. "I think it is only fair that I help myself to mine."

Maxwell's tongue slapped the side of his muzzle, drooling as it licked over his lips as he growled low and deep.

Corey swallowed, watching with bated breath as Maxwell's hand slid down his front to stop at the top of the feline's pants. For such long, strong fingers Maxwell made short work of the button and zipper, practically ripping the pants open as he stared longingly at the feline's bulge contained with.

"I-it's cold out." Corey voice shook as he tried to explain why he wasn't bulging out as he had been before.

Maxwell glanced up at him, a smirk pulling up on the older canine's face before he nosed down at him.

"Oh? Is that so, Corey? Let me help you with that then." Maxwell hot moist breath washed over the front of the underwear Corey had on as the canine crouched down in front of him. "You smell divine." The canine swallowed loudly, panting now as drool trickled from the side of his thick lips. "It's making me hungry..."

"I-I've been working all day." Corey fidgeted but didn't try to pull away as Maxwell used one of his long fingers to hook the side of Corey's pants and pull it open creating enough space for the canine to stick the tip of his muzzle in.

Maxwell shoved his long snout inside, making the feline jump. It had been rough and forceful as if Maxwell couldn't hold back any longer as he took a slow, deep breath of Corey's body. The feline could feel the air rushing through his fur as the canine inhaled his musky scent, breathing him all in.

Maxwell closed his eyes as his snout bumped and rubbed against the side of Corey's filling sheath. The canine wasn't gentle. He was loud. Sniffing and snorting as he hungrily breathed it in. Nosing and bumping and rubbing his snout against the side and front of the feline's bulge as he coated Corey's musk all over his face.

Corey gasped, covering his mouth with a hand as if afraid his voice would break the spell the canine was under. Maxwell didn't look like the man he met in the café. He looked more feral and wild, a hungry beast that was about to devour him and the feline shuddered, groaning out as those strong fingers held him against the wall.

"Now then," Maxwell huffed. "Where was I...?" And his finger's grip only tightened as the words left his lips in a low growl.

Maxwell's jaws cracked open and his hot, panting breath washed over the front of the feline's underwear as the canine tongue drooled forth. A glob of spittle dripped from the tip of it and Corey eyes widened as it landed on the fabric, soaking into it.

Corey could feel it. Feel Maxwell's thick drool soaking into the bottom of his underwear. Feel the thickness and warmth of it against his balls as the canine drooled over him as if he were just a piece of meat waiting to be devoured.

"F-fuck," Corey shivered, covering his mouth with a hand as if afraid someone would hear him. Maxwell was so aggressive about this it had taken the feline completely off guard.

Maxwell, while assertive, was very aware of every movement he made. Everything had forethought behind it and the canine didn't just crudely shove his muzzle into Corey's underwear. Maxwell worked his nose against the curly fur poking out of the top of Corey's underwear. Pushing his snout underneath the underside of Corey's belly before nosing down at the waistband to try and get in, to get closer, to smell everything that Corey had to offer the panting canine.

His teeth brushed the waistband, nipping at it playfully as the canine held the feline in place with both his large hands. One against his chest, the other groping Corey's thigh so tight the feline was sure it'd be bruised in the morning. And he didn't mind. He didn't mind as he watched the dog at play.

Playfully nipping and biting at the top of the underwear before worming the tip of his snout inside. The cold wet nose brushed against the feline's curly fur, and he shuddered again, taking in a sharp breath as he felt it.

And Corey groaned out low and deep from the core of his body to the edge of his lips as he humped against the snout pushing into his underwear.

He felt Maxwell's breath against the opening of his sheath as the canine huffing and panting breath washed over it. Over him. It covered him. Maxwell's damp, humid breath washed over his groin and the feline felt a spurt of pre from his hardening length. Corey felt dirty and he loved it as he reached up him, nails springing out as he clawed at the air. Helpless before the hungry canine about to devour him.

Maxwell consumed that smell. Sniffing and breathing it into his lungs and letting it become a part of him. It was intoxicating and the perfect appetizer for the meal Maxwell drooled for. The hint of pre that oozed from Corey's tip only riled him up further, exciting the canine.

With Corey forced against the wall, Maxwell was confident he could moved his hands down to assist his probing snout. Taking hold of Corey's underwear, the canine opened it up before turning his head and pushing his snout the rest of the way inside. The waistband snapped shut over Maxwell's long muzzle as the canine closed his eyes and just breathed it all in. Letting Corey's natural warm musk surround his muzzle and take him.

Corey had been working for the past ten hours. And it showed. The smell of the feline was making the canine's toes curl, his tail never stopped wagging as he smelled the heady scent of the male feline. Corey hadn't showered that morning. It was commonplace. Most furry Anthros didn't bother showering daily. The feline hadn't expected Maxwell to drop by and hadn't freshened up in advanced.

It had been everything Maxwell had been hoping for as, unable to hold back, his jaws opened, and drool dripped from his fanged teeth over the feline's groin. Corey gasped, covering his short muzzle with both hands as he closed his eyes tightly as he felt it. Felt the canine's tongue brush over the top of his sheath.

Maxwell was tasting him and there was nothing Corey could say or do to stop him now as the lustful Irish wolfhound groaned low and deep before him.

Maxwell licked him. Licked around that opening. Dipping just the tip of his tongue inside, flicking it in and out before swallowing. Tasting Corey in his muzzle, that lingering taste of pre on his lips as the canine growled in pleasure.

Savoring him like the finest cuts of beef. Licking over, swirling his tongue around and enjoying the strong flavor it brought back into the canine's muzzle again and again. Licking and lapping at him hungrily, thirsty for that taste. And that smell. The smell of him. It was getting to the canine. Making his head spin. Maxwell was the one growing warm. Warm in all the right places as his tongue drooled out, dipping down to poke and prod into the feline's sheath.

Maxwell's probing muscle made the feline tense. Frozen on the spot as Maxwell blindly searched for the open. Licking up the sides, drooling over him before his tongue slapped the opening of Corey's sheath. It swirled around one way, then the other before Maxwell stopped. Freezing on the spot and, holding both of Corey's sides now, Maxwell pushed his face further in. Closer to that spot as he kissed his sheath. Made love to it with his tongue. Putting every Frenchman to shame as he French kissed the sheath longingly, deeply, sliding the girth of his drooly tongue into the sheath until it joined with Corey's twitching, leaking cock.

Corey audible gasp as Maxwell's tongue brushed over his tip. Corey never knew Maxwell's tongue was so large. The long, thick dog tongue pushing into his sheath to taste him. Licking and lapping over his stiffening dick as it tugged and pulled, coaxing Corey's length out to rest on the grooved, drool covered muscle.

Corey might've been a shorter feline but he was big where it counted. Or so he wanted to think. His dick resting on Maxwell's tongue made him feel small and helpless as the canine scooped it fully into his muzzle and closed around it. Corey's entire length vanishing into Maxwell's long snout.

Maxwell curled his lips around Corey's barbed tip. Closing his eyes as he enjoyed himself. Taking his time as he held Corey's sides with both his strong hands. They were unyielding. Gripping Corey to the point the feline knew his chance to escape had long since passed.

Not that Corey would. Not that Corey couldn't. It was just the fact that Maxwell, this gentleman he'd met randomly online, was holding him like this that was getting the cat's breath going. He arched his back, pushing against the wall, turning his head away as he panted and gasped as the canine devoured his cock.

This gentleman turned beast. That was what this was. Maxwell was so calm and collected until the pants came off. The hungry canine letting an entire weeks' worth of lust build for this one moment where the feline was nothing more than a plaything for him to enjoy.

There was nothing Corey could do to stop this. This was happening. Maxwell was sucking on is dick, slurping over it and drooling into his sheath. He felt sticky. He felt warm and nasty. His fur was brushed the wrong way as the canine's large hands ran over his body, gripping and squeezing as the felines chubby thick pelt of fur and skin. Unable to say a word as this man ate him up.

Drool ran down Corey's leg. He felt it over his sack as Maxwell let go of his dick enough to nose, sniff and lick over it. Licking over and gobbling up the feline's furry sack. Rolling them around in his muzzle, from one side to the only. Pushing against his cheeks and then to be bounced on the canine's tongue. Whatever Maxwell wanted to do with him he could as the feline just let him.

Corey felt it. Felt when Maxwell tried to swallow his nuts and the feel of it made electricity shoot up through Corey's body.

It didn't stop. Maxwell didn't stop. Everything was picking up. Those greedy fingers were rubbing his nuts now. When did Maxwell go back to sucking him? Corey couldn't say. The canine was bobbing over his length, massaging his nuts as Corey began to growl, hissing out in a very feline manner as it all began to overwhelm him.

His leg was lifted. Maxwell lifted him as if he weighed nothing, holding Corey's body up as his muzzle nosed down between his legs. Corey's fat, wet, drool covered dick slapping the canine in the face as it slurped from his lisp. Maxwell didn't even flinch as the tip oozed pre over his snout. The Irish wolfhound just lost in the lust, looking at the feline with misty eyes and a crooked smile as he panted happily in the moment.

Maxwell nosed down. Shoving his snout between the feline's orbs and took a loud, crude breath of him before nipping at the loose tender flesh making the feline squirm. His nose didn't stop there. The cold wet nose dragged over his sack, under it and pushed deep between the feline's sweaty legs and Corey wasn't sure if he or Maxwell groaned as the canine snorted him up.

"Maxwell. M-Max... Max!" Corey moaned as the canine licked and tasted his taint. That thick muscle of a tongue slapping between his legs, licking up the sweaty muskiness of the long workday. Devouring it away and swallowing the flavor Corey's body left on Maxwell's tongue. The canine nipping and biting at his damp fur there before chewing on the tender flesh with his front teeth.

Corey couldn't move. He could barely breathe as the canine ravaged his body. Biting his thick thighs, nosing between his leg and groin. Huffing and panting the entire time. Maxwell was more wolf than hound and Corey reached a hand down, unsure what to do with it.

He pet the top of Maxwell's head and the canine paused, glancing up at him with lustful eyes.

"Maxie... fuck. I'm almost... Holy shit. Maxie..." Corey whimpered. He whined like a dog. His parents would've been so ashamed to hear the feline making such a noise. Such a noise for a beast. A canine. This man drool all over him.

Maxwell's tail stopped, for a half a second, before picking up in speed as it wagged as the canine looked at him.

"Call me a good boy." Maxwell growled as he lifted Corey up off the ground with both his hands. One of those large hands was groping Corey's ass, a finger gliding between his cheeks before teasing at his hole. Making the cat 'mrow' as the large canine teased and played with the kitty. "Call me your good boy."

"You are." Corey panted, not wanting this to stop. Not wanting Maxwell to stop this. His body was shaking. He was shaking with a mixture of things that all amounted in increasing, building pleasure. He was afraid he'd come right there and then and spray all over Maxwell's face. "You are my good boy. My good Maxie. My. Good Maxie." Corey was blushing, feeling like a fool as he did as he was told. Submitting and giving into this canine who only smirked before digging back in.

Maxwell's clawed finger brushed the cat's sensitive pucker. His ass clenching around it before Maxwell teased the tip of it inside. Just enough for the feline to "mrow." Just enough for him to cry out, clenching around Maxwell's digit as the canine wrapped his lips over the entire length of the feline's dick and began one last round of sucking.

Maxwell's long muzzle easily took the entirety of Corey's length inside it. Maxwell could feel the tip of it brushing and pushing against the back of his throat. It only encouraged the canine to nose against the feline's curly fur. Breathing in the sweaty musk coming off it. All of this had only increased the musky smell the male feline was putting off and Maxwell was getting lost in it.

His tongue slid down the underside of Corey's cock, slapping up against it before pumping it. The thick muscle cupping the entire length of the feline and stroking it back and forth. Maxwell using only his tongue to pump the feline's length as his muzzle remained sealed and closed around the feline until he came.

Maxwell didn't relent. He didn't ease up. His finger probed deeper; he pressed his body against Corey's, holding him up with it. His tongue didn't stop licking and teasing, pumping the feline's length until he got his sweet treat. The canine wouldn't let the feline go until he gave him what he wanted.

Corey recalled one of his legs being placed over Maxwell's shoulder. He recalled being slammed against the wall, the canine pushing his entire body against him now. The massive, tall Irish wolfhound blocking out the light from the back door with his body. And he recalled, Corey recalled the very moment he came. It was a sensation he'd never forget. Like an empty pipe whose faucet was just turned-on full blast. A silence before the storm. Corey's body tensing, freezing up and Maxwell could feel it. Feel the rush building up in his nuts and body, the tightening of his thighs until... The roaring crash of his release rushing to fill that emptiness, spraying out and flooding the canine's waiting maw as Corey's barbs flared out as his dick jumped and bounced on the canine's tongue as he yowled out his climax.

Maxwell froze when he tasted it. The thickness spurting against the back of his throat, the fullness of Corey's release splashing onto his tongue and the taste of it pooling and drooling through the grooves of his tongue. The smell was overwhelming. It hit the canine as hard as Corey's orgasm had hit the feline.

It was a scent Maxwell would never forget.

The two were frozen in that moment. Just the two of them in the city. No one else was there as Maxwell let it all come out. Let the British shorthair nuts empty and for Corey to spill every drop of his seed into, onto the Irish wolfhound's waiting tongue.

Maxwell could feel the weight of it pool on his tongue. Feel it seeping from the sides of it, mixing with his drool. He could taste it, even though he hadn't swallowed yet. He could taste it sliding down the back of his throat and he felt as it fill him, renew him, and revitalize the old canine as if he were ten years younger.

Corey wasn't expecting his other ass cheek to get groped and grabbed, Maxwell holding the feline with both hands as if he were the finest of drinks before lifting him up just enough for the canine to tip his muzzle up with him. The weight of that seed, the force of gravity and the quiver of Maxwell tongue was all that was needed for it all to slide down the canine's waiting throat.

Maxwell gulped. His throat bulging as he swallowed it away. The heft of Corey's seed pooled in his stomach and Maxwell could feel that warmth settling in as he released the feline's length and took a gasping breath of fresh air that lasted for minutes as the two came down from the high that had hit them like a bag of bricks.

It tasted of Corey. The air smelled of the feline as Maxwell helped Corey back to his unsteady feet.

The feline almost fell over and Maxwell had to hold him until Corey could get his footing.

"Holy..." Corey covered his face with a hand. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do as he held onto the canine's arm for support. His legs felt like jelly. His wobbly steps were like that of a newborn, and he struggled to keep his footing. "That was... That was something else."

Corey glanced at the wolfhound who was still partially crouched in front of him, just looking down at the feline.

"Maxwell...?" Corey asked and the canine blinked several times. Then swallowed once more.

"My apologies. I was just savoring you." Maxwell smiled, licking his lips. "It is a taste I will never forget, Corey. You were delicious. Truly, delicious. Thank you..."

"Oh. Okay. Well. Um. Thank you...?" Corey blushed as he tapped Maxwell's arm, and the canine released him. The feline dipped a hand between his legs, planning to shove himself back into his underwear and touched the pool of drool that Maxwell had left behind. "Oh, ew... that's a lot of drool."

Maxwell swallowed again, just smiling down at the feline with a wagging tail.

"Do all you dogs drool this much...?" Corey was afraid to hear the answer as he forced his underwear back up, trying to ignore the feel of that tart drool squishing between his thighs and tickling his sack. He still had two hours left of work and no change of clothes.

It was worth it, even if he got a rash in the morning.

"From what I hear, most canines do." Maxwell wagged. "I hope it isn't that bad. Did you enjoy yourself?" The canine asked as if the two of them had just gone on a walk through the park again.

"I. Well. Yes. I don't think I ever came that hard before," Corey admitted sheepishly as he checked himself over in the stores back light. The front of his pants were a bit damp and wet. He wasn't sure if that was from Maxwell or the rain though. "I'll need to shower tonight... fun."

"Pity." Maxwell nose twitched and the feline gave him a look. "I like you smelling like this. It was. Wonderful." The canine cleared his throat, covering his mouth with a hand. Corey could see the wolfhound biting it, trying to hold back still. "But proper hygiene is very important as well."

Corey snorted at that.

"Shall we?" Maxwell motioned with an arm towards the back door, leading inside.

"What about you...?" Corey paused, taking a shaking breath before glancing down at the canine's groin. It was damp as well and the feline was sure it wasn't from the rain.

"Corey." Maxwell said and the feline looked back up into his eyes. "If you think I was messy when I was giving you a blowjob? You can imagine how... messy, I can get when I do other things." Maxwell said with a hint of a warning to it. The smirk on his face though made Corey blush and the feline giggled.

"Oh. That. That makes sense, yeah. Sorry. I don't mean to leave you like this." Corey said as Maxwell adjusted himself before the feline.

Maxwell took a second, wiggling his nose before swallowing loudly again.

"The taste of you will be enough for me until I get home tonight to take care of things." Maxwell gave Corey a wink and the feline's tail lashed out.

"D-do you really like it that much?"

"I like the smell more than anything else," Maxwell admitted touching his nose with a finger. "I am a dog. Our sense of taste is less than others. Our sense of smell makes up for it. And the smell of your release," Maxwell couldn't finish as he shuddered. He patted his stomach with a knowing smile. "You are the finest of drinks, I've ever had."

Corey had to laugh at that. "One shot of the Corey please. Shaken, not stirred." The feline stuck his tongue out.

"I'd order it every night, if I could." Maxwell's eyes gleamed as he looked at the feline who could feel himself blushing against. "Maybe, one day, we could make that a reality." Maxwell bent down, rubbing Corey's shoulders as he breathed the words out against his ear. "Partake in a... nightcap. A Corey nightcap. I know I'd sleep well, full of your warmth."

The feline shivered and tried to make up some excuse that he needed to get back to work.

"Of course. Let me see you inside." Maxwell chuckled, licking his lips as he followed the feline back inside from behind.

Rex was still at the counter. The Cornish rex glanced up at the two, his eyes focusing on Corey before dipping down over the other feline's body. He seemed to see what he wanted to and gave a knowing smirk as he went back to the magazine he'd been killing time reading.

"I hope the two of you had fun." Rex said making Corey freeze up on the spot.

"I-I just had to use the restroom." Corey tried to explain his absence away with as Maxwell kissed the top of his head, walking over to take a seat at the counter waiting for Corey to finish up work.

"Kinky." Rex lewdly implied.

"N-Not like that! I'm not even, I don't know if he is, I mean Maxwell wouldn't be..." Corey groaned as he covered his face.

"He is adorable, isn't he?" Rex licked a finger and turned to the next page.

"Just the most adorable." Maxwell agreed, licking his own finger but for different reasons.

"Stop! The both of you just stop picking on me!" Corey mrowed in annoyance at the other feline, his fur sticking up and tail sticking out. His fur was a mess. He was a sticky, drool covered, slobbery mess and he loved every second of it.

The two laughed at Corey's expense as he went back to work, waddling around the store as he felt the drool from the canine rubbing in all the wrong places as he went. Two hours of this was where Corey had drawn the line and he nearly collapsed into Maxwell car.

"I need a shower." Corey meowed softly as the canine held the door open for the feline. Maxwell made sure Corey was tucked safely inside before moving around to the driver side of the Bentley. "Are you sure I can't... help you?" Corey eyed the canine's groin as Maxwell started the car up.

"As much as I would love such a thing, my dear sweet Corey. Sadly, I cannot tonight. I have an early morning and plan to pass out after messing up the sheets." Maxwell chuckled as he drove slowly through the rain. Corey was sure the canine was driving under the speed limit so the two of them would have that much more time together.

"I. Oh. Okay..." Corey fidgeted, and Maxwell placed a hand over the feline's. One hand for the canine amounted to both of the felines.

"Corey. Tonight, has been wonderful. I am glad I could enjoy this evening with you. I must listen to Rex more often." Maxwell smiled and didn't remove his hand. Corey held it with both his own.

"I knew Rex had something to do with that! You aren't that kind of guy..." Corey glanced over at the canine who only looked back when he came up to a light. "Right?"

"I suppose, you will just have to wait and see. Won't you, Corey?" Maxwell bent over to kiss the side of the feline's head who felt the heat reach the tip of his ears as the canine drove him home.

Maxwell stopped in front of his place and got out of the car. He made sure to go around and open the door for the feline, even offering him a hand to step out and walk up the steps with. The two stopped in front of the apartment door, just looking at each other.

"I suppose, then, this is goodnight..." Corey felt his ears fold back, unable to hold Maxwell sincere gaze any longer.

The canine reached out, touching the feline's chin and turned it back to face him.

"You won't even come up for that nightcap...?" Corey meowed softly.

"Corey." Maxwell wagged. "Tonight, has been extremely enjoyable. I can still smell you in my nose. I do not regret spending the past several hours waiting for you to get off work. If I did not have an early morning, I would gladly go upstairs with you and have a nightcap and spend the night with you." Maxwell bent down and kissed between the feline's ears. "Sadly, I cannot. I have a very early morning to attend to. One that I am sure I will be under slept for as it is." He chuckled. "If I were to spend the night with you? I doubt I would have the strength to get up to go do my business!"

Corey's tail swayed as he mulled over that.

"Well... what about," Corey glanced down, and Maxwell barked a laugh.

"Oh, my dear sweet Corey. I think I am capable of handling this," Maxwell glanced between his legs and felt himself twitch in response. "By myself. For one night. It wouldn't be a first time. Attending an all-boys bordering school and all."

Corey giggled at that.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" The feline took a step closer, planning on teasing the canine. Instead, Maxwell wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up in a strong bodied hug making the cat mrow once more.

"If you insist," Maxwell said only after setting Corey back down. The canine's tail picked up speed and his eyes sparkled with something wicked as the canine began to pant. "I would love to have something of yours to smell while I... attend to these needs."

"Smell...?" Corey frowned at that before the lightbulb flicked on. "Oh. OH! Oh, okay. Okay. Just. Just give me a moment!"

"I shall wait here with bated breath. Otherwise, I doubt I would be able to leave." Maxwell chuckled, covering his mouth as if to be polite. It was hard to see him as the gentleman after what he'd done to the feline in the alleyway during work.

"Just give me one second!" Corey said as he fumbled with his keys, trying to get the door open before running down the hall and up the stairs to his apartment.

The shorthair ended up diving into his laundry basket to find something not too embarrassing to lend the canine before running back downstairs.

"Okay. I wasn't sure what to get." Corey admitted as he handed over a pillow, a shirt, a pair of mismatched socks and an old shirt that Corey liked to wear on his days off and nothing else. He hadn't washed in of these since... he wasn't sure the last time he had washed them.

"Oh, my. You spoil me." Maxwell gratefully took each item. Corey had planned for the canine to pick one, maybe two, not all of them! "I will be keeping these then." Maxwell grinned, showing off his fangs. "I'm already leaking thinking of it."

Corey blushed for the canine who gave him one last kiss before heading towards his vehicle.

"I will text you tomorrow, my dear sweet Corey. We will make plans for the week and, maybe, next time I will get a chance to take you up on that nightcap." Maxwell called back loudly, embarrassing the feline even further before, with a bark of a laugh, the canine got in his car and drove away.

Corey headed back upstairs and nearly forgot to lock the door behind him before crashing on the sofa. He ignored his bed as he took his pants and underwear off. He could still feel the remnants of Maxwell's drool between his legs and, shuddering, the feline began touching himself again.

"Fuck. That dog is going to drive me insane," Corey groaned as he draped an arm over his face, pumping another one out.

Corey had another long workday ahead of him and was glad Maxwell could be an adult, deciding to leave when need be. The feline doubted he would've been able to move if Maxwell had spent the night together with him.

Biting his hand, Corey knew one thing.

When Maxwell spent did spend the night, he needed to make sure he didn't work the following day!