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Autumn again: start of a new semester and, hopefully, a new Ellis. One that is good at math and controlling himself. Although, I haven't put either to the test since the end of last year, the end of that fall semester. Still, determination to do better has to accomplish something, right?

Indeed it does, when I see the white wolf, I don't let lust overtake me. I still feel all the same things as before, but I focus on the person I like instead of the body they inhabit.

Mathias is holding his muzzle in his paw in familiar fashion, doodling on the notebook before him. He doesn't notice me when I sit in the same row. I consider moving to the seat right next to him, but I have no idea how he feels towards me. I haven't spoken to him since the coffee shop and he hasn't messaged me either. The wolf can talk to me without raising his voice if he wants to and, if he doesn't, he can ignore me too. I convince myself he isn't doing that, only spaced out, and when the lecture starts, focused.

I try to focus, too, because if he's not going to help me with this class, advanced trigonometry, I'll need to work twice as hard. And do well enough to please my parents a little; they weren't happy with my grades last semester.

When Mathias gets up from his seat, I almost call out his name. He notices me first, with my mouth partially opened, and smiles. "Hey."

"Um, h-hi." The word shouldn't be as hard to think of or to say as I make it seem.

"Did you absorb any of that lecture?" He walks over to where I'm sitting.

Mathias towering over me isn't helping my nerves so I rise. "N-no."

"You're not going to pass the class without me." His joke doesn't have the intended effect, and after a few moments he continues, "Or if you try really, really hard."

"I'd prefer the," it takes a second for me to muster the courage, "help."

"Sure as long as you help me. You got microbiology right after this?" I nod. "Perfect! I'm living out of the dorms now. Can you meet up in the library at, like, six tonight?"

His excitement spreads to me and I rush out the first thing that comes to mind, "Oh! I got an apartment now. We can study there." In the silence that follows, I realize how forward that is. We always studied in private so it made sense that he would want to keep doing that.

The wolf's demeanor retains the excitement-tail wagging , and small smile-but his eyes look like he's calculating a square root in his head. I realize that's ridiculous, though, when his eyes return to mine only seconds later with an answer. "Sure, just text me the address."

"Yeah, see you in an hour." I have to meet Arya soon, so I turn and leave before he can respond.

Arya and I weren't as close as we were before I commissioned her. The events gave me no reason to like her less, besides her coming on to me (which I forgot about until she apologized). In fact, the bear taking the blame made me like her more. I simply didn't have the energy to maintain our friendship; neither did she make any effort. So I didn't expect her to try to convince me not to skip the spring semester. Or for her to be eager to meet up in the cafeteria today.

It's too early for me to be hungry, so I sit next to her without getting anything. The bear is almost done with her food; remnants of some soup and bread in front of her.

"Can't believe you ditched me, Ellis," Arya says.

"I had to sort myself after..." The bear shakes her head while chomping on a piece of bread. "Sorry."

"You were kinda weird so I get it." She looks me up and down. "Not today, though. Find yourself a treat on the way here?"

"A sort yeah."

"A white one?" After a moment, Arya adds, "Canine-shaped instead of ursine?"

I chuckle, more to give me time to think than anything else. "We're already back to our old arrangement."

"But with even more sexual tension; the perfect porn set up." Her own laughter interrupts her. "I'll draw it if you want."

"No you won't and I don't...nevermind."

"I was joking, but it seems I hit something. Go on." The bear plops the rest of the bread into her muzzle.

"It's uncomfortable thinking about Mathias that way after...after I went too far with it." Arya is still chewing, so she responds by gesturing for me to go on. "I'm still attracted to him, but I think it's best to focus on being a good friend before thinking about anything more."

"I hope you two get together eventually, so I can make more paintings. Just with both your knowledges this time."

"Don't hold your breath because I'm not making a move."

*

"Damn this apartment is huge!" Mathias overexaggerates. It's much bigger than a dorm, but having two bedrooms isn't "huge." He isn't gesturing towards the one I'm leading him to that I use as a study. Instead towards the living room and adjacent kitchen. Both seem smaller than the ones at his house-no his mom's house since he doesn't live there anymore-but maybe that's because they're furnished.

"It's just something my parents found that's close by." I grab his still-gesturing arm and bring him to the study. It's less furnished, only a desk with two chairs because I couldn't think of anything else to put in here. Since it's not against a wall, we sit across from each other instead of beside. It isn't any worse, but the change reminds me of the coffee shop.

Being the first day, and only having two classes today, we don't have much studying to do. Only looking at what we will be doing and basic stuff. I knew this when Mathias asked me, which is what got me so excited. He doesn't need to study, but he does what to be with me. Likely to talk about something that requires more time than the time between classes. What that is, though, I can't figure out.

After the awe of my apartment fades, Mathias acts like we're back at his mom's house and I respond in kind. It isn't until the script ends, when we're done and I would usually leave, that we talk more than pleasantries and about schoolwork.

"Do you still have the picture?" The question from Mathias comes unprompted.

"Um, yes. It just didn't feel right to toss them." Mathias's ears come up and forward at the last word which I interpret as interest. "Um, do you want to see them?"

"I do," Mathias answers. I haven't looked at them since I moved and put them in one of these drawers. By the time I find it (they're in the last one I check), the wolf is leaning over the desk to watch me. I nearly bump into him when I take my head away from the drawer.

"Here you go." I put the paintings on the desk with a paw covering the erotic part. "Why, um, did you want to see them?"

The wolf slides the painting out from under my paw. It isn't until he shows no interest in the first and pushes it away, that I remember he never saw the second. He doesn't seem disgusted by it, in fact, the best description would be enthralled.

"It was Sienna." I stay silent, which Mathias interprets as confirmation. "Something never added up. Arya not having a real reason, Sienna's scent being everywhere in her dorm, Sienna never talking to me. I concluded that she was just not interested in being friends. But neither of you have seen me naked so Sienna must have told you guys how I look and then she..."

Still unable to deny it, I say something true, "I'm sorry for lying to you, and for Sienna, and for making what she did possible."

"It's fine. I get why you lied to me-it's easier that way-and Sienna made her own choice. As for the picture stuff, well, I don't get it, but I've decided to forgive you, I guess. Because," he searches for words for a moment and finds ones he already said, "it's easier that way, and...I like being around you."

"If you want the full truth, I told Arya to pin it on me, not herself."

"Really?"

"Yeah, um, she decided that it was more believable for her. That's what she said, anyway. I'm pretty sure she's hoping that we still would have..." I glance at the paintings. "Not that..." I want to banish any implication that I'm hoping we can get together, but lying is still difficult, particularly to Mathias.

I thought the wolf leaned over the desk as much as he could, yet he edges closer to me. I panic, and slide out of the way so that his lips land on the side of my muzzle. He pulls back-showing that he had to stand up to reach me-grabs his bag off the floor, whips around, and leaves the room.

I'm stunned from the suddenness of it all. So when I scramble out of my chair, I don't notice the drawer still open and trip over it. I land on the carpet and am able to break my fall so I'm not hurt. I hear the front door open and close before I can get to my feet. I rush to and out of the door. He's already out of the hallway and, after a moment of consideration, I take the time to lock my door. I can catch up to him on the way to the dorms.

If the wolf lets me, anyway. I don't want to run down the stairs and when I get outside I don't see him at either end of the residential street. The street is well-lit, apart from the shadows caused by the sun's low position, so I would be able to see him. I sprint to the far end, the fastest way to campus and catch his scent. However, when I turn the corner onto the next street-the way he should have gone-it becomes fainter.

It's difficult to tell exactly where he went by smell. The air is muddied by the scents of other furs, the ocean a few streets over, and the withering garden in front of one of the houses. Still my nose makes its best guess and I follow a street that leads I don't know where.

I don't find out either because I find the white wolf before I reach the end. His ears swivel a little so I know he notices me. While he doesn't speed up, I'm so out of breath that I can't gain on him. I try to shout his name, but it comes out as a gasp.

Mathias stops and, after consideration, faces me. I beckon him to come close and he reluctantly does. I'm doubled over a little and once he's within reach I pull myself up using his shoulders.

I meet his eyes, and have nothing to say. I forgot to think of something and all my brain is giving me is, "I'm tired. I want to lay down." Not the romantic speech I need.

Mathias breaks the silence. "I don't know why I did that."

"It's simple," I respond, which is easier than an impressive declaration of affection. "You wanted to."

"I'm just confused."

"About?" I let my paws linger on his shoulders despite no longer needing the support. "You," Mathias answers. "You're everything I was taught to avoid, yet I don't. I like being around you and you are nothing like what my mom said your kind are."

That's never a phrase you want to hear used to refer to you, so I take my arms away from him. "My kind?"

"A gay fox. A gray one especially." The wolf raises a paw, almost touching me, then lowers it.

"What's, um, wrong with any of that?"

"Everything, according to my mom." He takes a deep breath then lists, "Conniving, deceitful, corruptors of society, leeches, good for nothin..."

Mathias isn't running out of air and I don't need to hear more so I interrupt, "Is it just religious BS mixed with racism?"

"Racism, yes. Religion, no. I can't remember exactly, but I think she was," that square-root-look returns to him, "normal, I guess. Until the divorce."

"A divorce doesn't do that to somebody." "I guess I have to tell you everything for you to understand." He curls a tail around one leg and talks to the ground instead of me. "I was going through puberty, and being a horny son of a bitch, looking for porn on my dad's computer. Course, he had all the sites blocked so I dug through his files. And I found some listed under some work thing. Gay porn of a gray fox being fucked by-well I didn't know at the time because he was out of frame, but it was my father. There was tons of it. Some of it dated before I was born. I only got through a dozen or so before my mom walked in one day and...I think you can figure out the rest."

I lift his muzzle to be centimeters away from mine. "She made you believe that homosexuality destroyed everything."

"And foxes." Mathias places a paw over mine, encouraging me to caress the side of his muzzle. "I don't believe any of it, but I still cared about what mom wants because...y'know she's my mom and I feel bad at what Dad did to her even if it's not because of foxes or because he is gay."

"He's just an unfaithful bastard."

"Yeah, I guess it was easier for my mom to blame something external rather than the wolf she married."

"So you're confused because you still want to do what your mother wants?"

"Maybe a little, I don't know. I'm confused because I don't know why I'm confused. It was so easy with Sienna to know exactly how I feel." The wolf starts to step away from my paws then reconsiders. "But I think it means something that I rebelled just for you. And if you still want to, I want to...y'know."

"I do want to." I bridge the small gap between our lips. Somehow, he didn't expect that and is still against me. I flick my tongue out and he pulls away.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he says, then rushes off. I want to chase him again, but I know I wouldn't catch him this time.

*

"So how does dinner sound?" I say, nuzzling into his shoulder while keeping pace beside him.

"Like at a restaurant?" Mathias asks without returning my affections. Instead he pretends it isn't happening, but his stiffness makes it obvious he can't think about much else. "Like a date?"

"That's what we're doing, right?" I stop contact with him. "Dating?"

"I guess." The wolf focuses on walking along the pathway. "But I don't think I'm ready for dinner." That's like the first step, though, isn't it? What else are two people that are dating supposed to do? Fuck, yes, but before that they...? Giving up, I toss the question back at him, "So what are you ready for?"

"I am hungry so, like, I don't know."

"You're hungry, but you don't want to go to dinner." Such ridiculousness should be frustrating, however, I find myself giggling instead. "If it's the formality of it that bothers you we can just go someplace casual."

"I think it's more-can we just go to your place?" He looks at me to ask that, which distracts me from what he's so apprehensive about. That and the fact that getting him back to my apartment, while not the goal of dinner, is something I desire.

I prevent myself from squealing out an overenthusiastic "Definitely!" and go with, "Of course, whatever you're comfortable with."

We reach the end of campus to the street surrounding it, and I turn to where my apartment is. The wolf doesn't follow, though, and when I look back he asks, "You got food there? 'Cause I am really hungry."

"Not really." Nothing befitting the occasion anyway. Mac & Cheese, frozen food, and spaghetti don't sound like something you'd eat on a date. Well, that last one might be fine, but I don't know what he likes. Then again who doesn't like spaghetti?

"We could go buy something," Mathias suggests.

My ability to cook ends at boxed meals so I was relying on somebody doing the cooking for me. I could suggest takeout, but if he's suggesting that we cook our own food, he must has something in mind that he knows how to cook.

That belief shatters when we get there, however. I think I'm following him, but it turns out he is following me. So we walk to the back of the store then stare at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Not knowing what to do, I gesture to the refrigerators and ask, "Milk and cheese?"

"I suppose that's a meal." He's forced to face me now, which is an improvement from when we were walking. His body is still stiff, his tail hovering around his calves.

"You weren't supposed to agree." The wolf's eyes are on the said milk and cheese. And, despite my best efforts, his awkwardness spreads to me. "What, um, did you have in mind to buy?"

"I don't know. Food."

It's not the difficulty of knowing what to eat that's bothering him. What is it, though? Does he not want to be dating? When I asked before he didn't sound enthused about it. "Are you not interested in dating me?"

"I d..." He meets my eyes for a split second which halts his speech. "I don't know."

What do I say to that? List reasons that he should date me? No, I need to look past what I'm concerned about. Something is bothering him, and if I want to be his partner, I should be most concerned about that. "Tell me what's wrong."

He looks around, as if anybody would care, and when the sole leopard walks past rushes out, "You look just like him."

"Like who?"

"Joseph." Mathias seems to be willing me to understand so he doesn't have to explain.

When I only stare back at him, he continues, "My father's affair that I...y'know what to. I only noticed yesterday when I was telling you everything then I looked on social media and yeah. He's older now, but he looks exactly like you. Same build, fur pattern, eye color. And now it's super weird because...y'know"

I take his paws that refuse to stop playing with each other and give them my own to play with. His eyes seem to say, "WTF are you doing?" then scan our surroundings again. "If it makes you feel better," I say, "I like the idea that I'm hot enough to jerk off to."

"That's not the point."

"I know, but does it really matter? At worst we're even."

"Yeah. I guess, I just need time to get used to it."

"It would help if you would look at me." I disentangle one of my paws from his to turn his muzzle to mine. "Nobody cares if we're holding paws, if anything they find it weird that you're acting weird about it."

I retreat both of my paws and grab the nearby milk and cheese. "Want anything else?"

On the walk back to my apartment, Mathias is looser and gets hungry enough that he drinks the milk from the jug. When I point out that it's weirder than two people holding paws, he grabs my paw with his free one. I offer him the block of cheese, and he claims that crosses some line.

It isn't until we're in my kitchen that I realize we never bought a meal. Worse still, while the noodles are cooking, I discover I don't have any sauce. So, with buttered noodles, we sit at my dining table. Next to each other because Mathias agrees across is uncomfortable.

"So, what'd you do with your semester off?" he asks.

"Oh, um, getting my shit together."

The wolf bites off the noodle he was slurping. "If it makes you feel better, your shit is noticeably together."

"Thanks, that's," I take a bite of noodles, "sweet of you."

He clicks his fork on the plate, growing into an uneven rhythm. "Hmmm, I'm struggling here, Ellis. How do you flirt with a guy? Because I think I just did it wrong."

"You did it fine, though some rephrasing might have helped. Just do what you did with Sienna."

"I don't remember the last time we flirted." Mathias twirls some noodles onto his fork. "I think it was just me joking about sticking my...y'know what in her. I was really horny that day."

"Well, go with that. I don't mind."

He untwirls and re-twirls his noodles around his fork before eating them. "I don't think I should do that."

I don't see why not, but arguing isn't going to get me anywhere. "So dial it down a little."

Mathias is silent, the square-root-look in his eyes. I let him think until we finish our meal and it becomes awkward. "Come up with something yet?"

"Come up with what now?"

I giggle at his endearing ineptitude. "Yeah, flirting is hard. Just say what you're thinking."

The wolf plays with his fork before responding, "I think I want to do," he drops his fork and covers my paw with his now-empty one, "y'know stuff."

"I think what I want is already, um," I use my pinkie (the only finger that can move) to caress the side of his paw, "communicated."

"Yeah, but I don't-nevermind. Can I kiss you?"

"You needn't ask."

Mathias hesitates, and I think to give a clearer "yes" before he leans forward. Our first kiss-I'm not counting the other two as real kisses-sends sparks down my spine and outward. This time he allows my tongue entrance. Underneath the butter, there's the savory taste of male wolf. I stand, making Mathias stand with me, and embrace him.

With gentle nudges, I start to guide him towards the bedroom then stop. The wolf has been apprehensive all night; I don't know what he wants besides "stuff," which could mean only a kiss. I don't want to force him into something he's unsure about, and he knows all about my desires, so I'll let him initiate.

I notice my tongue is still and has been, but before I can correct it, Mathias breaks the kiss. "You okay?" he asks, stroking the side of my muzzle. "You went a little limp."

"More than." I let my tongue spill out the and lick his paw. "Just letting you make the next move."

Mathias tilts his head, eyes inquisitive. "Next move?" His ears perk. "Right, next move. Okay, so, this is the part where I take you to the bedroom which..." He takes my paw and we pad to the hallway where he looks at each of the three doors in turn.

"Very end," I instruct.

Again, the wolf struggles to process words, but since I know that "stuff" involves the bedroom, I lead him there. It's mostly empty space; my bed on one side, and my dresser and closet on the other. Unimpressive, but Mathias spends time taking it in anyway.

"Feeling a little nervous?" I ask while I bring him to the bed and sit him down. He nods. "We don't have to do anything if you're uncomfortable."

"No, I want..." The wolf pulls me level with him, attempting a kiss.

"Sex?" He makes an affirmative noise. "Say it for me."

His eyes plead with mine until they realize the futility of it. "I want sex with you."

"Then that's what we'll do." I release myself from his grip and step backwards.

I didn't dress for a striptease, but it's a part I refuse to skip. I toss off my overshirt, revealing more of the sameish gray of my arms. Mathias isn't impressed by that and starts to rise before I gesture for him to stay. I undo the button and zipper of my jeans. Which captures the wolf's interest by the obvious, then by the edge of the orange splotches of my thighs.

"Your orange is lighter than I thought."

"Sorry," as I lift my undershirt, I spin around, using my tail to frame the orange around my waist, "Arya painted me prettier than I am."

"No, no, the real you is as pretty as can be."

For a moment, I believe him and, derailing my routine, flex my bicep once I free it from my shirt. It's the only way I can think of to show off the orange there, even if there's no muscle to go along with it. The wolf enjoys it regardless, the sound of his tail swishing on the bed growing faster. I do the same with the other arm when I drop the shirt to the ground.

Mathias leans forward as my paws return to my jeans. I ease them down and twirl to display my backside before I pass my erection in my boxers. I still want him to see my excitement, so I wag my bushy tail, brushing it into him. I throw the pants off the rest of the way since there's nothing interesting past my thighs.

I sashay in a circle to face the wolf. His eyes are glued to my half-orange, half-gray tail that is obscuring the bulge in my boxers. I move my tail for him and he reaches for my bulge, more to express desire than because he can. I uncover the rest of my thighs around my dick. When his patience is wearing thin, the boxers disappear off my body in a smooth motion.

Finally bare, I give him my best sexy smirk. "You gonna catch up?"

"I won't promise to outdo your performance." Mathias doesn't put any fanfare into disrobing . Because he doesn't need to, his thick coat provides all the intrigue necessary. He does put emphasis on his black mark on his side. His sheath too, but more because of trepidation than anything else. He's only peeking, meaning my striptease didn't have the intended effect. I console myself that it got him comfortable and there's plenty of ways to get him to full mast.

I crawl onto my side next to the wolf and he stretches out the same way. I think he's going to kiss me, but instead his nose lands on my neck, nuzzling. He breathes deeply and gives a contented sigh.

"I thought you didn't like the way I smell?"

"I never said that. I love," the wolf emphasizes the word by pulling me into his nose, consequently grinding his cock into my leg, "your scent."

He's out to about my length. Hopefully, he lied before and there's more. He's not as thick-I match his grinding to coax more cock out of his sheath-but maybe he's as long. He's not growing anymore, but I don't feel his knot so it's still a possibility. I slide down the bed and stimulate his dick with the smooth skin of mine. His contented sighs following his inhales become gasps. Frotting is great foreplay, and it allows me to compare our lengths.

I'm about average-less than I hate to admit-so it's rare that someone isn't bigger than me. And never before did I discover someone smaller. Not by much, at most a half inch, but still the top should be bigger.

No, no, less superficial Ellis, remember? The wolf noticed my less enthusiastic humping, and I can't disappoint him. Thanks to me, his mouth is no longer occupied with gasps of pleasure. So I occupy it with a kiss, pouring vigor into my tongue sneaking between his lips, my paws along his back, and especially my hips frotting our cocks together. They bounce off of each other, but I don't care because my wolf is enjoying it, unable to do anything but moan into my mouth.

Mathias composes himself and kisses back, sealing his lips to mine and playing with my tongue in his mouth. He solves our little problem with a paw holding our cocks together. When he starts to thrust too, our knots aren't able to pass each other. And create a slapping sound that you wouldn't get usually with frottage. It also means our lengths aren't playing with each other as much as my knot is grinding against his shaft. A unique experience to me, which typically only happens when I bed a new species. While I've had sex with other canids, they're focused on getting their knot inside me (not that I'm complaining), not against mine.

The new sensation is more pleasurable than I would have thought. I use frottage more for getting warmed up; this time it is tempting to finish like this. Particularly when our members slicken each other with pre, making the slapping sound wet. And when his arousal grows so potent that I can't identify the layers anymore. Like a light blinding you so you can only see the color, all I can smell is his musk.

Our tongues have long forgotten their dance and both laze in his muzzle. I give my tongue a different objective. "I'm close. Slow down." I halt at my own instruction, but he doesn't acknowledge it. I bring a paw to the one holding our cocks together and attempt to loosen his grip. It takes a lot of willpower and I only summon it because I would like to sleep in this bed when we're done. Not possible with a lake of our cum in the middle of it.

Mathias stops. "Are you sure we can't keep going?"

"If you really want to, sure, but I figured you'd enjoy something else more."

"Oh, yeah, I guess I wanted to...y'know." He's still shy? Adorable!

"I want to do that too." With an invitation anyone would grab me and jam it in, yet all the wolf does is stare at me. "You want to, um, lead?"

"I think it would be better if-I've got bad knees so I couldn't really..."

I can feel a "y'know" coming despite I do not, so I beat him to it. "Y'know that you use your hips mostly, right? Have you neverrrrrrr..."

"I have. I just...want to do it the other way around."

There's palpable effort in his words, so I don't let my surprise or disappointment show. I can get a turn later, for now I need to show the wolf a good time. "In that case, turn around," I command.

Mathias' paws are jittering as he uses them to roll onto his other side. It must be a good kind of overwhelmed because his tail bats into me. "Have you ever stuck anything up there?" I fumble around my headboard cabinet while my other paw strokes his side, along his black mark.

When that paw lowers to the base of his tail, the wolf answers, "When I was twelve with just my fingers. I did it a lot, though." That's better than nothing; he's not used to it with a ten-year hiatus, but he knows he likes it.

The problem is I've never had to break somebody in before and I can't remember when I was since that too was ten years ago. It can't be difficult; go slow, which is doable, if not my preference,

My paw finds the bottle it's looking for. From there the motion of opening it and squeezing its contents onto my palm, all with one paw, is automatic. My other paw is busy running up and down his now-languid tail. I poured too much lube to the point that I can't help dripping some as my paw descends our forms. I coat my foxhood first then his taint. He starts at the touch (probably because of the cold), but pushes back as I gloss over his tailhole.

My paws meet at the base of his tail, one still with excess lube so the other scoops it off and they go their separate ways. One to his wolfhood-playing with it rather than bringing him to climax-and the other back to his tailstar. Mathias tenses, but pushes back eagerly like before. I circle the ring with one finger until it relaxes then push against it, only causing it to tense again. Should I power through?

Mathias makes the decision for me. My fingertip, previously cold from the lube, is enveloped by warmth. He stops there and I wiggle the finger around until he relaxes, then I push the finger the rest of the way in. He doesn't tense, or move at all. He's silent too, so my only indicator of how he's feeling is the still-drooling dick in my paw. It is a good one, however, so after I explore the tunnel some more-getting a single squirm-I sink another finger in. I fail to get him to squirm again. Which I blame on the reduced agility from the fingers pressing together, and give him a third finger.

"Feel good?" I ask as I nuzzle into his side. I get what sounds like an affirmative noise. "Are you ready for the, um, thing?" I cringe at my inability to form a proper sentence.

"Yeah," Mathias answers.

My nuzzling continues up to his scruff. "Tell me if it's too much."

Once I'm aligned, I press gently forward and my tip is welcomed inside. My paw has disconnected from his wolfhood (the stretch became uncomfortable), so I've no clue if he's enjoying it or not. I'm hoping he's a quiet lover because otherwise...I thrust a few more inches into him, dispelling my concerns with the pleasure of the action. After a few seconds, give him the rest that I have. My arousal must've faded more than I thought because my knot slips into him without intention.

"How's that?" I whisper into his ear.

"Good, keep going." Mathias's voice is breathy.

When I hilt him again, my knot slips in with intention, and requires effort before it is free from the tunnel. I've never popped my knot in and out before. The sudden pressure and its removal is addicting. Not only because of the bliss, but it gets the wolf moaning like he was when we were frotting. I only exit the trance when my knot doesn't enter, and I realize that if it does, it won't come out for a while.

"Do you want to be tied?" I ask.

"Yes, plEASE." The last part comes out as squeak when my hips use their full strength on his ass.

I don't succeed, however, even when my paw leverages him into my thrusts. I keep attempting because my cock is begging me to rather than because I'm getting anywhere. He's not keeping me out, nor am I already at full size, I'm weak and what little strength I have is waning. I've tied somebody before, but it's more accurate to say they've used my knot to tie themselves. I thought I would get some kind of hysterical strength, instead my instincts tell me that I need a different position to get the job done.

I lift a leg over the wolf and hold him against me so that he doesn't lower on his front. Mathias yips in surprise; a beautiful sound I want to hear again. From that I get the hysterical strength that I expected before. I slow and use my full length, focusing on power rather than speed. Like this I get his tunnel to accept more and more of my knot. The wolf's breath hitches in anticipation each time I stretch him further. He wants it and, to tease him, I temper the pounding of my knot and pause as it fails to make his tailhole yield. I use the time to nibble on Mathias' black-tipped ears and he squirms at first. Then he gets impatient, his arousal more pungent, and tries to complete the tie himself. When he almost succeeds, I pull out to the tip and drill him one last time, finally popping all the way inside. I get a similar, louder yip from the wolf as I swell inside him. It feels more rapturous than other times I've done it; it is satisfying to do it with my own strength.

I bring my leg back from over Mathias and, keeping him pressed against me, work the inch or so that I have in and out of him. It doesn't take long for my orgasm to dullen my senses to the only two things I need: the feeling filling the white wolf with my seed, and his scent. I mash my nose into his side, frustrated I can't get to the source of his arousal.

It isn't until I come down from my climax that I realize his scent is free of cum. When I try to slide my paw down to his wolfhood, I discover that he entangled his paw with mine at some point. The trembling of his paw discourages me from removing my paw from his. Even if it's expressing a good kind of overwhelmed. I'm lying on my other arm so I can't use that one to reach over.

"Good as you remember?" I ask.

"Better, thank you." He squeezes my paw, making it impossible to tear from his grip.

"You want me to, um, finish you?"

"Oh! Right, please," he says, but doesn't release me.

"You don't need to be so formal about it. I'm happy to, if you'll allow me to."

"Allow-oh."

Once freed, my paw finds his wolfhood as if magnetized to it. I don't need to see what I'm doing, or even think about it since his cock is so similar to my own. The growing pool of pre tells me he enjoys all the little motions I would do on myself. I remember my concern about sleeping on the bed afterwards, but since it's the edge and already ruined, I forget it again. In the time it takes me to think through that, he's spurting into my paw and on the sheets with the same moans as before. I enjoy them and the clenches on my softening dick.

"Thank you for that," the wolf says.

"I said stop it with that stuff." My paw returns to his chest where, once again, it is locked within a pleasant vice. "I want to do it, so there's no need for it."

I wake up without recollection of falling asleep with Mathias in my arms. Which is one of the few things that comes right out of my fantasies. Despite that, I couldn't be more content. From a physical standpoint, I've had better sex, yet I never felt so complete afterwards. Giving Mathias what he wants is more satisfying. And I know if I keep focusing on doing that, the wolf will do the same in turn. Even if it still doesn't match up with my fantasies, I know that it'll be as perfect as everything feels now.