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"Whoa, Marcus! Glad you could make the party, dude!"

The red fox smiled at his friend Jared, who was already deep in his cups long before midnight. The leopard could barely answer the door to let him in, stumbling as he tried to make way. And making way was not exactly optional. At six hundred pounds, the girthy vulpine needed a lot of room to navigate.

"Thanks for the invite," Marcus replied, adjusting his glasses on his nose before making his attempt to squeeze through the doorway. He'd never gotten stuck before, but there were definitely moments where narrow entries has left him scraping the sides with his gut and rear, or having to squish love handles in to fit through. Once he'd passed through the portal and into his friend's downstairs apartment, he saw just how crowded the space was. Lots of young, drunk 20 and 30 somethings doing their best impression of dancing in semi-dark to whatever bass-boosted tune Jared had pumping out of his surround sound system.

"Snacks over here, booze over here, and you know where the bathroom is," the leopard told him with a broad sweep of a paw, looking handsome as usual with his brawny arms showing off in a very loose tank. Once the orientation was over, he poured a drink for Marcus, a rum and coke in a red plastic cup that was perhaps a bit stronger than the fox normally took. "Doctor J prescribes you his Good-Time Tonic, my man. This year sucked, so let's ring in the new one nice and loud. Maybe the big fellas and ladies upstairs will throw us a bone, yeah?"

"We can only hope," the fox insisted, accepting the drink and taking a sip. Very strong, as expected. Given that he'd arrived a bit late, and his size, it wouldn't hit him too hard, provided he was careful. Truth be told, the butterball vulpine wasn't super comfortable at parties like this. With so many pounds packed on his 5'10" frame, he usually felt like he was in the way in a crowd, self-conscious about people bumping into his soft, yielding body. It made dancing a bizarre challenge, and rather than having much fun, he found he spent most of his time calculating just how much food and drink he could take without it looking like he was either depriving himself or being a greedy fatass.

After serving the drink, and offering a booze-powered bro-hug, Jared wandered away to tend to and enjoy his New Year's Eve party, leaving Marcus to his own devices. That meant plopping down on the couch with a paper bowl full of chips and watching the holiday countdowns on the big screen. Despite feeling very self-conscious, the fox did his best to smile and glance around the room as he settled on the couch, hearing it creak under his weight, which elicited a blush. Thankfully, the loud music covered it up and no one seemed to notice. He recognized a few faces around the room. It wasn't anyone he knew well, most of them not even their names. Probably just repeat party-goers from when he went to Jared's Christmas party. There was one that caught his eye, although he wasn't sure if it was familiarity, or just the way he was dressed.

A fit wolf, on the tall side, he stood out from the crowd with quick smiles and easy laughs as he navigated the crowd with his drink, just chatting up whoever he met with, occasionally throwing in a hip bump with someone who was doing a particularly drunken dance. His light gray fur melded well with the white shirt and black jacket he wore, a loosely knotted green tie hanging sloppily around his neck and open collar, chest ruff peeking out. The end of metal-studded belt dangled from the waist of his dark jeans, highlight colors on it and his sneakers matching his tie. It was a strange look, somehow formal, fashionable, and irreverently lazy all together.

Marcus idly rubbed over his polo-clad gut, somehow feeling underdressed despite the fact that this handsome wolf was the only one wearing anything even remotely close to a suit. He flushed as there was a moment where he and the wolf met eyes, and there was a look of recognition that he caught before quickly averting his gaze. Instantly, anxious thoughts cropped up in the vulpine's head. He'd been caught staring. What would the fellow think? Probably just recognizing the blubberbutt fox that got pity invites from the host. Maybe wondering if the snack and drink tables would survive for much longer. Marcus started to drink his drink and eat the chips he'd gotten faster than before, pretending to be really engrossed in the countdown to midnight. There were only a few minutes left, he saw.

These sort of parties weren't really his thing. As the nerdy fatass in most of his friend groups, he was much better with small groups in quieter settings than at a raucous celebration. Sure, he drank, and could be surprisingly funny given the right crowd, but usually he just felt so self-conscious that he hid in a corner until he'd been around long enough that it wouldn't be insulting to the host to leave, praying for a distraction or some other nerdy fellow to have an awkward conversation with. In his head, the fox was already calculating just how long he'd need to stay, given Jared's level of intoxication and the built-in time limit for New Year's celebrations. It was while doing that social math, pretending to be absorbed in the countdown on tv, that he heard someone speak just two sentences that brought his thought processes to a grinding halt.

"Howdy, handsome. Mind if I pop a squat with ya?"

Looking up, Marcus saw the wolf he'd met eyes with earlier leaning against the arm of the couch, the charming grin that he'd noted before aimed right at him. He opened his mouth to make some sort of reply, but all that came out was,, "Uh, mmmh..." Up close he was strikingly handsome, with the sort of perfectly styled head fur that ended in swept-back spikes, and piercing green eyes.

"Cool, big 'preash," he said, either not hearing the fox stumble over words, or choosing to take it as agreement, the vulpine struggling to parse those last words for a moment, finally getting the idea that it was an odd shorthand for "much appreciated." He dutifully scooted closer to the far armrest to make some room for the wolf, but even that didn't afford him much more real estate on the couch, much closer in size to a love seat than typical, and occupied by a rather substantial amount of fox butt to begin with. The canine didn't seem to mind, though. If anything, he made himself right at home, an arm draped over the back of the couch behind Marcus' head, hips just lightly touching. "Some party, eh?"

"Yeah, it's... Yeah." That was all he could manage to get out in reply, still nursing his drink along, a little too shy to make eye contact with the handsome fellow.

"Eli," he said by way of introduction, tapping the rims of their plastic cups in a sort of mock toast before taking a big sip. "Don't think I've seen you at one of these before."

"I don't get to them much. Were you at the Christmas party?"

"Sadly, no. Work emergency. Boss fucks up and displaces a cell somewhere on the budget spreads, and I end up having to pull an all-nighter hunting it down to rebalance the sheets so it doesn't look like hell on Monday."

"Ah," the fox said, guessing that the wolf must work in accounting or finance for some company, explaining his attire. "I would've remembered if I'd seen you."

"Likewise. I wouldn't forget a handsome face like yours." The insistence that he looked good got Marcus hiding his face behind his drink again, feeling flustered and struggling for a reply. "What's your name, big hunk?"

"Oh, s-sorry. I'm Marcus." He tried putting on a smile, feeling like it was a little shaky under the radiant, charming grins of his couch companion. The midnight countdown was nearing, and the crowd had begun chanting out the numbers reversing to zero.

"Marcus. Nice," Eli said with a nod, talking a bit louder to be heard over the other partygoers. "I like to know the name of the handsome guy I'm gonna smooch." The shock must have shown on his face, because almost right away afterward, the wolf tilted his head. "If that's alright, of course."

The chanting of the numbers seemed to grow even louder, highlighting the fact that he was on a countdown. This wolf, this charming, attractive guy, wanted to kiss him? Sure, he'd been drinking, and it was a New Year's tradition, but the prospect left Marcus reeling. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a kiss from someone. His mouth moved, trying to formulate a reply as the seconds ticked down, growing more frustrated with himself that he couldn't make even one word come out as the crowd chanted, three, two, one...

The fox reached out to grab the wolf's tie, turning slightly and using it to pull him in close. Their lips met just as the countdown hit zero, a raucous cheer going up that nearly deafened him. It wasn't exactly a long or particularly impassioned kiss that he'd planned to offer, but just before he was about to pull back, the wolf responded by tilting his head and probing in with his tongue, clasping one of Marcus' chubby cheeks and tenderly holding it as he prolonged the sweet smooch. He could taste mint and lingering flavors of the wolf's drink on that tongue, delicately brushing it with his own before taking a little suckle on it, losing himself briefly in enjoying the experience. When they finally parted lips, it took a moment for the fox to realize there were several people raising their glasses and making catcalls at the two of them, apparently kissing for much longer than the typical tradition, causing the vulpine to feel extra flustered, his grip on the wolf's tie dropping away.

He could hardly look at him as Eli leaned in, murmuring into his ear, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the party resuming. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah." There were a lot of potential connotations to that question, but mostly, Marcus was just seizing on an excuse to get away from the noise and commotion. They both downed their drinks and tossed the cups before going for their coats, waving farewells to the host before stepping out into the chilly night air.

"Man, you're a real good kisser," the taller canine stated, the both of them walking slowly side by side through the parking lot, going in no particular direction. "Wasn't sure you were going to say yes."

"You kinda caught me off guard," Marcus admitted, gaze aimed down at the ground in front of him, still feeling pretty self-conscious. "Sorry about grabbing your tie."

"Nah, it was nice. Just a socially acceptable collar and leash, if you ask me." For a moment, they just walked together quietly, the fox thinking that to someone observing them from afar, they probably looked like the number 10 as they traveled. One tall, trim fella, the other short and round. "You have any plans for tonight?"

"Not really. You?"

"Nah. A little too keyed-up to head home to bed, but aside from the party, that's all I had on my plate. I almost skipped it, but I'm glad I went since you were there." He flashed that charming smile of his again, the toothy grin reaching his eyes and putting a little sparkle into them. Once more, Marcus clammed up, hugging his big, puffy coat around his middle a little tighter, as if that would ward off feelings of being embarrassed and flustered. A moment later, Eli began to laugh, the bright sound echoing off the pavement. "You make the best faces when I compliment you, gosh."

The fox looked over, seeing the way that the wolf grinned, looking stylish in a long coat, suddenly feeling like he was the butt of some weird joke. "It's not funny," he grumbled softly, although not quite so softly that he wasn't heard.

"Aw, hey, I didn't mean it like that." Suddenly, he found Eli in front of him, walking backwards with his hands held up in front of him. "Listen, I wasn't joking. I think you're a good looking guy. I've got a lot of time on my hands tonight, at least enough to sober up before I try to drive home, so if I haven't put my foot too far into my mouth, I'd like to get to know you better. Maybe over a cup of coffee?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, mulling over what the wolf said, checking his face for any sign of insincerity. "At midnight?"

"Yeah! Start the year off right, with bad decisions. What do you say?"

The fox chewed at the inside of his lip as he considered, watching as he held Eli in suspense for a few moments. He didn't say anything, just smiling that roguish grin of his, ears perked up for an answer. It was the subtle motion of his hind end that made Marcus finally decide. No canine could hide the eager wagging of their tail.

"I only know one place nearby that'll even be open. And it's definitely the worst coffee."

"Can't be any worse than the swill they serve at the office." With that, Eli seemed to assume there was an agreement, and rejoined Marcus at his side. He stretched out a paw palm up, and it took the fox a few seconds to realize that the canine was offering to hold hands as they walked. The way his face lit up when their fingers touched, and he loosely weaved them together, was almost comical. For as stylish and charming as he seemed, the wolf appeared overjoyed from even the slightest affectionate contact.

"So, Marcus. What's a cute fluff-tail like you do?"

That was how they began learning about each other, slowly walking towards the 24-hour convenience store a couple of blocks down from their party-friend's apartment complex. Not used to talking about himself much, the fox spoke softly, a little hesitantly, going into the broad details of his job as a data analyst. Although he enjoyed it, the work wasn't exactly something that was super interesting to talk about, which he warned up front. But Eli listened the whole time, asking questions here or there that showed he had an understanding of how it related to his own work in bookkeeping. It turned out that they were both nerds for numbers, the kind who enjoyed playing RPGs, both tabletop and console. They sat for hours at the tiny booth at the convenience store, talking about favorite games and reliving old glories from tabletop campaigns they'd been in, occasionally stopping to refill their cups with some of the worst bean juice available.

"And after three nat-twenties in a row, that's how I ended up with a hydra for both a mount and a wife," Eli finished with a laugh, recounting how the will of the dice saved him from a DM's wrath while simultaneously sidetracking an entire session. "The joke from then on was that if anyone in the party ever needed any head, to ask me, because I had plenty to spare."

Marcus let out a short belly laugh, his hefty gut wobbling slightly, finally starting to feel more at ease with his lupine companion. He seemed like a genuine fellow, a big nerd in the same vein as him, and surprisingly easy to talk to when the fox could ignore the nervous butterflies in his stomach. "I wish my group was more like yours. Everybody in mine is such a stickler for rules lawyering. It sounds like you guys have more fun."

"We definitely do, as long as you don't mind going way off into the weeds on the regular. I could talk to the DM about you joining us. Dunno about anyone else, but I'd be glad to have you there."

It was little flirtations woven into the conversation now and then that kept Marcus off kilter and feeling a bit self-conscious, unused to all the praise. "Oh, stop," he mumbled shyly, hiding behind his cup for a long sip of the bitter brew. With his gaze cast to the side, out the window of the store, he saw that the sun was starting to rise, spilling vibrant colors across the darkened sky. They'd spent all night just talking, enjoying each other's company.

"Am I laying it on too thick?" Eli had bought a couple of candy bars, some odd brand with the name BIG HUNK plastered across the label in bold lettering, and he slowly lifted one up, showing off the label with a silly smile. "Can't help it when you're one of these." After seeing how he'd further flustered the fox, he tore open the label and took a bite out of it, still smiling, looking radiant with the morning sun playing against his fur, shining almost silver in the light as he made an awful pun about it not being nearly as sweet as the fox.

Marcus had to guess that Eli was some kind of chaser. It just didn't read that out of everyone at the party, this conventionally attractive guy would choose him to spend the night charming without some sort of natural inclination towards bigger guys. It didn't bother the vulpine in particular. People had their preferences, although he was open to all sorts of different partners. Given his size, there wasn't necessarily a lot of interest in his direction, so he had tried a few times to cultivate relationships with a few folks online that had expressed appreciation for his size and shape. They unfortunately hadn't evolved into anything much to speak of. So, the idea that the wolf, who aside from the kiss and flirting had been rather gentlemanly with him, might be one did nothing to tarnish how he felt about Eli.

"I really like you," the canine spoke suddenly, shifting the conversation to a different mood. It caught Marcus' attention right away, bringing with it the expectation of more. But, even though it seemed like there should be something else, Eli just sat smiling at him for a moment, chewing his way through the candy bar bite by bite. Not hesitating, it seemed, but just waiting for it to provoke a response.

Eventually, Marcus felt like he had to break the silence. "Yeah, I like you, too," he admitted, struggling not to hide his face, but still only able to take furtive glances up at the handsome canine. The words put a little extra shine into his smile, those beautiful green eyes locked onto the fox's face.

"I know this is gonna sound kind of forward, but I'd really like to take a big hunk home with me tonight. Er, today, I guess. And gosh, looks like I'm all out of candy." He held up one of the empty wrappers before sliding it across the table to tap Marcus' finger with the tip of it, that charm and confidence of his showing some vulnerable cracks in it as he lowered his gaze, voice softening. "No pressure or anything. If you'd wanna date a bit more before that, I'm down for that too. I mean, if you'd be interested, that is."

For some reason, what he said struck Marcus as humorous, and he chuckled softly, snatching the wrapper away with a little grin. "You're calling this a date?"

"Coffee counts, right?" Flashing a toothy smile, he seemed to deflate slightly. "Suppose you're right. It's been nice chatting you up all night, but the ambiance here leaves something to be desired if you're looking for a romantic encounter."

It took an immense amount of courage for the fox to look up and make eye contact with him, feeling the butterflies in his stomach increase to a level that made him feel a little sick. "Let's just say I was desiring a romantic encounter. What if... What if a big hunk took you home, instead?" Watching the way that Eli's ears perked up, eyebrows raising, his courage faltered, and he had to look down into his coffee cup as he added, "For better ambiance, of course."

A moment later, he felt fingers prying his own away from the cup, gently clasping and holding them, and looking up, found Eli leaned in, showing him a warm smile, the sort that made his eyes seem to sparkle. "I'm all yours."

There was something about the way he said it that put Marcus, finally, at ease. Before he could lose his nerve, he got up, once more linking hands with the wolf as they left, making the walk back to their vehicles. Before they hopped in, each driving separately, the fox gave him the address, in case they got separated somehow. It turned out to be a needless concern, given that New Year's Day early morning traffic was almost nonexistent. By then, the sun had risen in earnest, pastels no longer painting the sky above them, the exhaustion of staying up all night nipping at the edges of the fox's consciousness, where adrenaline and caffeine couldn't seem to touch. But as Marcus fumbled with his keys in the lock to his apartment door, he could feel the keyed up energy of his companion, the wolf having rejoined his side even for the short walk from parking to the door, going hand in hand.

Once they were inside, Eli took a long look around the fox's apartment, tail wagging excitedly as he took in the sights there. It was nothing special, just the typical one-bedroom housing for a single nerdy guy, with video games and collectibles from favorite series placed as decorations. The wolf seemed to show that typical canine excitement that came when being in a new place, wanting to explore. "Sorry, it's not much," the vulpine mumbled, feeling a bit embarrassed. He was sure that Eli's place was considerably bigger and fancier.

"Nah, it's cool." He turned his attention to Marcus, coming up close to his front and slipping his hands around the sides of his broad belly, pulling him into a warm embrace with a smile. "You're the one I'm here to really check out."

He had to crane his neck up to meet the wolf's gaze, lightly touching noses as they looked at each other. This time, it was Eli who made the first move to kiss, a tender brush of lips over the fox's, fingertips tickling lightly over his sides as the wolf's tongue slipped in, tucking behind his upper lip while he gently sucked on it before letting go. It wasn't quite as long as their first, but had that same level of passion to it. "You um... wanna check out some more?" Marcus questioned, watching as the wolf's face lit up with enthusiasm, nodding eagerly.

He led the way to the bedroom, turning on the smaller, dimmer of the lights in there, glancing back over his shoulder at Eli. This was the part where he grew especially nervous. He was quite a big fellow. Even compared to a lot of folks in the gaining community, he was on the hefty end, big enough to scare off a lot of the supposed chub chasers he'd communicated with in the past. The clothes coming off weren't exactly going to reveal anything new about his size, but it still made him feel self-conscious and vulnerable to shed them. Something must have shown in his expression as he went to begin pulling the hem of his shirt out of his pants, where he'd tucked it in to keep his belly from spilling out too far, because almost right away, Eli came up from behind, reaching around to touch his arms and stop him. "Let me?"

Marcus relented, and the wolf took over from there, oh so slowly tugging on the stretchy fabric that held back the swell of his enormous gut. It had an almost reverent quality to it, the canine growling affectionately into his ear as the hem came slipping free, a peek at his cream-colored tum showing, growing as he kept pulling. The whole time, he kept himself planted lightly against the fox's back and rear, where Marcus could feel the wolf's arousal, wags of his tail so hard that they shifted Eli's hips, rubbing his excited tent against him. After carefully lifting the shirt up and over his head, the helpful hands returned to the sides of his belly, caressing love handles and lightly massaging the broad, doughy belly, the tiniest of whimpers slipping out of the wolf as he murmured, "God, you feel so soft..." It was clear by the way he sifted through the fur as he rubbed and kneaded that Eli wasn't like most. He genuinely enjoyed that huge, cushiony tum, handling it with the care of an adoring lover.

"You like that?"

"Oh, yeah." Marcus slowly turned around, Eli keeping hands on him the whole time, until they were face to face again, the wolf planted right against the front of that belly apron, his tent once more pressing against the fox. "You're a delight for all the senses." Leaning in, he planted a gentle kiss on the nose, before his expression took on a more serious, slightly anxious look to it. "I don't want you to think it's that only thing I like about you, but... your belly is incredible."

That put a smile on the vulpine's muzzle. "I'm glad you like it. Most folks seem put off by how big I am."

"Not me. I adore a man with a hefty middle." With that, he started to shed his clothes, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, using the motions to lightly knead at the soft tum he leaned against in the process. "There's something wonderful about being able to press into all that warmth and cushion. To have something so massive and heavy feel so soft, to have such fascinating texture to it." Suddenly, he seemed to realizing how much he was gushing about it, the shirt falling away and letting him press his bare front to the fox's. "I must sound like a weirdo."

"No," Marcus insisted, taking hold of the tie that the wolf had still neglected to remove, giving a gentle tug that brought him in close enough for them to share another kiss. "You sound like someone perfect for me."

Truth be told, the fox loved having his massive form touched, teased, and toyed with. After breaking the kiss, he considered for a moment before starting to shuffle forwards with his slow, lumbering gait, one hand grasping for the wolf's belt, starting to try to unloosen it. Right away, Eli began to help, seeming eager to get his pants off, dexterously stepping out of them as he backpedaled. By the time he was down to his underwear, simple black briefs that did little to hide his arousal, he'd been backed up against the wall, thumping against it with a surprised woof. Marcus didn't stop, though. He scooted in closer, leaning in to press his hugely thick belly against the canine, grinning as it spread and effectively pinned him against the wall, Eli's pitched bulge nestled warmly into the broad hollow of his belly button. Once more, a quiet whimper slipped out of the wolf, his ears pinning back slightly.

"Oh, I'm gonna be in trouble with you," he admitted with a crooked smile, making the slightest push back with his hips to delicately rub and grind himself against the fox's belly. That was a near constant, as was his tail wagging briskly while Marcus began to shed his own pants. Not nearly as flexible or light on his feet, it took him a bit longer to strip down to stretchy boxer briefs that hugged his hips and thighs. Thanks to his overhang, there wasn't much to see of his own bulge, not quite as hung as the wolf and definitely buried in thick fupa, but he was equally as aroused. Once the clothes were off, he could see how lanky, almost twinky the tall canine was. There wasn't a lot of meat on those bones. But, what there was, he carried well, accentuated by a thick, fluffy coat that surpassed the fur covering even the fox. Aside from the tail, a vulpine's pride, the wolf was covered in thick ruffles that were delightful to sink fingertips into, which Marcus did liberally, coaxing little laughs and smiles out of Eli as he stroked across his shoulders and chest. Despite passions smouldering between the two of them, it was clear that the all-nighter was taking its toll on each of them, the wolf's eyelids looking heavy when he shut them to enjoy some gentle rubs across his cheeks and muzzle, seeming to have trouble reopening them. "Mmm... Do I meet with your approval, handsome?"

"Absolutely." He couldn't express it very well, but he thought that Eli was dashing, charming, and absolutely beautiful. Exactly the sort of guy he had never dared even hope would take an interest in him. "Can I invite you to bed with me?"

"Oh dear, only if you intend for me to sleep with you." After a warm chuckle, he added, "Actually sleep. The night's catching up with me."

"I'll make you a deal. You promise that you'll still be there in the morning for a little more... uh... amorous sleeping together, and you're welcome to join me."

That made the wolf's smile take on a more lewd bend, with him nodding eagerly, emphasizing his agreement with a couple of slow, but especially firm grinds against the fox. "I'll spend all day making love with you, if you'll let me."

There was something about the way he put it that made the butterflies come back into the fox's stomach in full force. The few times he'd been with someone, it hadn't felt like anything close to making love. Even if it turned out differently, he appreciated the effort on Eli's part to at least appeal to a bit more romantic side of him. Finally, he stepped back, letting the fellow step away from the wall, the slightest muddled expression of relief and regret showing on the wolf's face. "Okay," was all Marcus said, welcoming him into a warm embrace before guiding him over to the bed. To match his size, it was a king, memory foam mattress making for an especially cushiony experience. Eli hopped up onto it right away, planting his back against a couple of the pillows as he reclined. "Is it alright if I take these off?" he questioned, indicating his underwear, a bashful smile creeping onto his muzzle. "I usually sleep naked."

This was the part where Marcus always got extra flustered. Covering his face with his hands, he gave a little nod, watching as the canine slipped his last bit of clothing down, struggling a bit to get it dislodged from the firm erection he had. Generously equipped, both in length and girth, the shaft twitched slightly with his heartbeat, Marcus able to see a thread of precum connecting from the tip to the fabric before Eli tossed it aside. Without saying a word, he reached for the fox's hands, gently prying them away from his face and holding them, pulling him closer. Marcus readily climbed up onto the mattress, the supports creaking from his weight as he settled onto the bed. Once he was there, Eli sat up and touched noses, leaning against the fox's prodigious tum as he slipped a finger into the waistband of his companion's boxer briefs. "May I?" It took some clever maneuvering, but eventually, the clothing was shed, Marcus' modesty protected by the thick belly apron covering what he had to show. "Big spoon or little?"

The hefty vulpine tilted his head, looking puzzled. "You don't want to see?"

"Oh, I'll take a very close look. But after some sleep." The tongue poking out to lick over his lips gave Marcus some idea of just how close Eli intended to examine between his legs, making him feel warm and flush with renewed arousal. But, as they'd both agreed, they were a bit too tired to do much of anything at this point.

"Can I be little spoon?"

The way he smiled made it seem like that was what he'd been hoping for all along. "Of course." Eli scooted back and reclined on his side, patting the mattress to invite the fox to join him, as though it wasn't his own bed in the first place. Moving slowly, ponderously, the fox settled his bulk down, back and rear facing the wolf, who wriggled up behind him without any hesitation, nestling his still-firm cock along the cleft of the fox's rump. Slipping his arms underneath the vulpine's, he kept a loose hold, gently brushing over Marcus' plump moobs and the upper curve of his gut, muzzle tucked against the side of his neck. "I'm gonna hold you just like this all night," he murmured into the fox's ear.

"Yeah," was all that he could reply, placing his hand over one of Eli's, slowly knitting fingers together with his to hold hands. True to his word, the wolf quickly began to doze, the only movement out of him for a long while the slow, content wagging of his tail, which eventually slowed as he went into deeper sleep. Marcus, for his part, draped his fluffy appendage over the wolf's side, hugged neatly against his hip and a little behind his rear. Never one to be able to sleep too easily, especially when he had company, the fox drifted in a semi-conscious state for most of the night, dimly aware of the handsome canine cuddled up to his back. It was still cool from where Marcus had turned the heat down while he was gone so he found the wolf staying huddled especially close to him, occasionally shifting in his sleep to nestle up closer to his back and butt.

He marveled at the way that the wolf seemed so at ease with him. Aside brief moments of anxiety, which he appeared to shake off or laugh away with little trouble, Eli was the confident sort of guy that he never would have guessed would take an interest in him. By comparison, Marcus felt like a bumbling oaf, tripping over words and his own anxious feelings. But that seemed not to matter to this quirky, handsome canine.

While dozing, Marcus noticed that his companion was shifting about in his sleep, obviously dreaming, letting out soft growls and huffs that at first he had a hard time interpreting. But, as his motions grew more rhythmic, softly grinding himself against the fox's rear, it dawned on him that the dream must have a lewd element to it, those sounds indicating arousal. When a quiet, "Mmmh... Marcus..." slipped out of Eli, he felt himself grow hot under the collar. The wolf was thinking of him, those hips moving just enough for him to lightly hotdog himself against the cleft of the fox's enormous rear in time with whatever sexy dream he was going through. Now Marcus was wide awake, struggling to keep still. Eli seemed content with what was happening, so rather than wake him up and stop it, the vulpine just kept his plump rump planted against the wolf's manhood, enjoying the feel of the rapidly slickening rod brushing delicately at his cushiony rear. Although the movements remained roughly the same, the sounds coming from Eli grew louder and more impassioned, the canine almost whimpering with pleasure. The fox had a feeling that this was going to be a wet dream, the sort that left a sticky mess along his back. He didn't mind. In fact, when he felt the wolf stiffen behind him, freezing in his tracks, he just kept still, pretending to still be asleep as Eli covered his muzzle to stifle a groan as his excited member painted his back.

"Oh no," he heard his lupine friend mumble behind his hand, sounding distressed. After a few moments, he started to move again, this time to carefully slip away, delicately disentangling his fingers from where Marcus still held them. He moved ever so slowly, getting up from the bed in a clear attempt not to awaken the fox, treading quietly into the master bathroom. After only a moment, he returned, gently wiping a wet washcloth against himself before doing the same to Marcus, gently cleaning the sticky mess he'd made the best he could without waking the fox. The brush along the underside of his tail made it flick and twitch by reflex, and Eli froze.

Deciding to give up the pretense of still snoozing, Marcus lifted his head and looked over his shoulder. "Eli? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I... I um..." There were anxious notes in his voice as he admitted, "I was dreaming and I kinda... made a mess. I'm sorry..."

The fox rolled over, feeling like most of it had been cleaned away, only a shower able to take care of whatever remained. "Must've been a good dream." Reaching out, he clasped one of the wolf's hands in his pudgy grip, gently tugging him down and closer, back to his side on the bed again.

Eli put the washcloth on the bedside table before huddling close to the fox's side, with one leg lightly draped over the vulpine's thick thigh. "You're not mad?"

"Was an accident. So no." He smiled, touching a smooch on his nose. "What were you dreaming of that got you so worked up?" He didn't expect much of an answer, but to his surprise, Eli didn't seem to mind sharing.

"You. We were cuddled in bed and you... sorta rolled on top of me. We made out while I..." He laughed softly, tucking his muzzle against the fox's neck. "Don't laugh. But I was humping your belly."

"That sounds really nice."

That got the wolf to pause, tilting his head in that questioning canine way. "Really?"

"Yeah. When we wake up for real, maybe you should give it a real try."

Finally, Marcus caught Eli genuinely flustered, the lanky male sputtering in an attempt to make something resembling a word come out of his mouth. "I really am in trouble with you," he finally managed to mutter with a bashful smile.

There was some more to the conversation, a progressively snoozy tail end that Marcus didn't quite remember clearly. Cuddled together with Eli, he was so comfy that he just ended up drifting off with the wolf's cheek settled against his chest, using one of his plump moobs as a pillow. Although he slept lightly, in part because of the warm, moist breath of the canine wafting across sensitive nips while he was out, he kept drifting through little dreams of his own this time. Half-formed, really no more than flashes of a few moments, they all featured the two of them in some amorous or romantic situation. Even if they barely knew each other at this point, the fox was quite fond of the quirky wolf, and in his dream-dropping mind could only picture the two of them hugging, kissing, cuddling, touching, in various states of undress. It was nothing that coalesced into a dream of more than a few seconds, especially not one that would have him firing off but it was still quite pleasant.

At some point, Marcus stirred, eyes cracking open to find the afternoon sun having risen enough to peek through the curtains, as weak as it could be in winter. When he was awake enough to have some awareness, the first thing that he noticed was that Eli was gone, and for a moment he wondered if he hadn't dreamed the entire previous night. Perhaps just the wishful thinking of a lonely mind. But, as he sat up, he noted the lingering scent in the air from where the wolf had been sleeping next to and on him, and suddenly felt his heart drop. Had Eli left while he'd been asleep? Had it all been a prank, some dare for a bet, or maybe just an inebriated bad decision that the silver-furred rogue had found an easy way to stealthily wiggle out of?

Struggling to sit up thanks to both his size and still feeling a bit sleep-deprived, the rotund fox staggered to a standing position, footfalls thumping heavily as he made his way out of the bedroom. Suddenly, a new scent hit his nose when he opened the door, crossing through the living room to find Eli busy in the kitchen. Although he worked completely nude, the wolf stood at the stove frying up pancakes on a griddle, stacking them up on plates with sliced bananas and strawberries that the fox had bought a couple of days ago, all the while wagging his tail and bopping his hips to a tune in the earbuds he had propped in his ears. Unaware that he was being watched, he went to the fridge to pull out some whipped cream, finally catching sight of Marcus once he'd closed the door, stopping in his tracks.

"No no no," he suddenly said, waving a paw at him in a motion to shoo, seemingly unfazed by the fact that when he faced the fox, he did so fully nude, man tackle flopping ludicrously while he kept dancing. "You're supposed to still be in bed! Gogogo, get back in there!" With that, he went back to preparing the breakfast, which apparently was supposed to have been a surprise in bed.

All the anxiety that had been building washed away. This wolf was just too pure and sweet. He did as Eli insisted, but not before coming up behind him to plant a gentle smooch on the back of his neck, holding him from behind with the fox's plush gut nestled against his back. Once he was back in bed, he flopped onto his back, pretending to sleep until the wolf returned with a tray in tow. He climbed up onto the bed, carefully straddling one of the vulpine's thunderous thighs before propping the tray against the gut before him, nestling in close so he could touch gentle smooches on Marcus' nose and muzzle. "Wake up, fluff-stuff," he murmured softly, as though it was really necessary.

A broad smile crossed the fox's face, mirrored in Eli's expression. "And here I thought you were just a dream."

"Oh yeah? Nobody's ever told me I'm dreamy before." That familiar charm was back in full force, with the lanky lupine slowly pushing a plate of pancakes with fruit, whipped cream, and syrup towards Marcus. "I wanted to apologize for last night," he murmured a bit more quietly, adding, "I don't normally get so overexcited."

"It's okay. Honestly, it's kinda nice to know I could inspire such a reaction." Swiping a finger through some of the whipped cream, he dotted Eli's nose with it before using a kiss to clean it away, showing a big smile. "Especially from a guy as sweet and handsome as you are."

"Still," he countered, the wag of his tail speeding up after the compliment. "I made quite the embarrassing mess, and not just of myself. I figured a bit of a peace offering might be in order."

"Oh, just hush and gimme pancakes before I get too preoccupied wanting to smooch you to eat this lovely breakfast." That inspired some laughter in the smaller of the pair, who took one of the pastries and fed it to him by hand, chuckling more when Marcus licked his fingertips clean.

"You've just reminded me!" Without any further explanation, Eli scooted back, kneeling between the fox's legs and wriggling down to his hands and knees. Right away, Marcus got the idea, helping out when the wolf tried to lift his tremendous thighs up and over his shoulders, muzzle planting firmly against the fox's thick fat pad. What followed next took Marcus by surprise, something so tender that he couldn't have guessed it possible.

Eli started by touching soft kisses on the thick cushion that held most of his length tucked away, letting each one linger before pressing a longer one after it. Very slowly, he began to shift, laying a line of them along the inside of each ponderously thick thigh, trailing downwards before running his tongue back up in a long, slow lick. Even before he could touch anything truly lewd, the wolf had Marcus softly panting, overwhelmed by the care and affection he was treated with. His paws grasped at the thick swell of doughy gut in front of him while his lips and tongue continued their work, slowly brushing broad circles over the surface, fingers trailing in the fur covering the soft expanse. Beginning to knead lightly into the cushiony flesh, he nuzzled at the fox's orbs, treating them to the same sort of loving kisses and tongue bathing that had come before, opening his mouth a bit wider to take one of them in and suck on it. Even if he hadn't been working toward one already, that alone would have been enough to bring on a full-fledged boner, as buried as it was in crotch fat.

Seemingly attuned to that very reaction, Eli nuzzled his way up to the divot in the fat pad that held the head of the fox's manhood swaddled in thick adipose. Without any hesitation, he pressed to it, shifting aside the layers of pudge to envelop the tip with his velvety soft lips. Slowly, almost laboriously so, he sucked and slurped, wedging his muzzle deeper in to take as much as he could into his mouth, in deep enough that Marcus wasn't certain that the attentive wolf could breathe, thanks to having his nose buried in crotch fluff.

Marcus tried to stay still, but it just felt too good to have someone tending to him that way. After only a few of those delightful slurps over his manhood he was making measured pushes upwards to meet the movements of Eli's head up and down, holding his head with both hands. The fox brushed gently over his ears, fingertips idly playing with them and through the fur covering the canine's head. At least, until the gradually quickening bobs and suckles on him grew vigorous enough that the rotund vulpine had to let go in favor of gripping the bedsheets. It had been a long time, and the mouth felt so good moving over sensitive skin that he felt like he would be easily overwhelmed if he didn't take precautions. Even at that, he was quickly panting and moaning in delight, raising his voice to offer a shaky warning that he wouldn't last very long if things continued as they did.

By that time, it was already too late, and Eli seemed to pay little heed to the warning. If anything, he seemed eager to encourage the rapidly approaching result, and when Marcus leaned his head back, groaning from down deep as the first of his ropes began to fire right into the other man's mouth, the lupine simply kept up a rhythmic suction and release over his buried member to keep the flow going. Marcus usually came hard when he did, and this was no exception, hitting the back of Eli's throat before filling his mouth rapidly with hot, salty issue, never once pulling away until the fox was left merely twitching and throbbing with blank shots. Only then did he lift his head up from the fox's lap, still tucked between thunderously thick legs, swallowing the entire load with an audible gulp before he showed a big open-mouthed smile, tongue tip dangling from his muzzle for a moment as he panted to catch his breath.

"Oh, man..." was all that the fox could say at first, awed by the absolute dedication to pleasuring him and enjoyment that Eli seemed to take in the act, quickly confirmed by an enthusiastic nod on the wolf's part.

"Heh, yeah..."

"Your turn, now." Those words seemed to befuddle the other man briefly, but as Marcus released him from between his legs and started maneuvering the both of them, some gears seemed to click into place, and Eli recognized that he was about to receive some loving from the bigger fellow. The surprise that showed on his face as Marcus put him on his back and crawled over him was matched only by the joy beaming from him when the fox positioned his belly in such a way to let it drop down over the wolf's crotch, swaddling his very erect cock in adipose and slipping into the soft hollow of his belly button. This wasn't the teaser taste from the previous night, though. Slow movements of the vulpine's massive soft body made the belly fat squish and squeeze him just right, pushing him down into the mattress in a way that couldn't be disguised as anything but giving the wolf a chance to fuck his robust, doughy gut.

"Ah, god, yes..." The exultation came muttered, almost breathless, with him gathering his legs up to plant his feet on the bed, spread wide by the mass of belly taking residence between them. Bucking back after the first press downward that nearly flattened him, Marcus watched his expression go through delight and ecstasy, before cradling the man's head in his arms. Before Eli knew it, his face was cradled and tucked into the warmth of the fox's prodigious bosom, a whimper of delight nearly silenced by the pillow-soft moob that cushioned around his muzzle.

If the fox had a hair trigger from a lack of frequent partners, it seemed that Eli's came purely out of enjoyment. It only took a few minutes of resting atop him, slowly lifting and falling, before Marcus felt thick, wet heat filling his navel and dripping stickily between the two of them. Settling his bulk as comfortably as he knew how on top of his lover, he came to a rest and tenderly squeezed the sides of his belly to squish around and milk the cock buried into it, eventually just laying with the two of them coupled once the torrent of seed slowed. Now he knew for sure, there was no pretending on the handsome wolf's part.

For a few minutes, neither one said anything, just exchanging gleeful and mildly embarrassed glances at each other, occasionally trading nuzzles and gentle smooches. Finally, Eli broke the silence. "You're amazing," he murmured, voiced hushed with what sounded like astonishment and adoration. "Thank you, Marcus. I..." Seemingly at a loss for words, he just delivered another sweet kiss on the lips, tucking his arms and legs both around the larger man to embrace him with all the strength lanky canine could muster.

"No, thank you," he insisted. "You're everything I could have hoped for."

The smile that Eli showed was so big it seemed to go ear to ear. "My place, next time?"

"Next time? We're not done with this time yet, are we?"

The fox was rewarded with a lopsided grin, and a delicate brush of fingers across the cheek. "Well, since you mention it, I was thinking we might make a weekend of it..."