In the Garden
#2 of Thatch and Carlen
Another Thursday Prompt featuring Thatch and Carlen again. Just a short piece of smut, another one that helped me get back into the swing of writing. Posted just because I like these two characters. XP In case you don't know what the Thursday Prompts are, they are a word or phrase provided by Poetigress on FA meant to inspire you to write whatever comes to mind. It's a wonderful writing exercise and really helped me get back into the groove of things again.
Thursday Prompt: In The Garden
By: Thaine T. Stephens
He's singing again, Thatch thought as he stepped up to the window above the kitchen sink. He's singing and tending to his flowers. Why would someone sing to flowers? he thought, watching the fluffy fox tail wagging happily in the air. And resting beneath that tail was what caught the wolf's attention. A tight pair of denim shorts clung to every curve and outlined Carlen's ass as he held it raised in the air. A slow smile formed on Thatch's muzzle as he leaned on the sink and watched. Carlen had taken to his home well, much to the wolf's relief, but he couldn't understand why he had been so adamant about turning the corner of the yard into a garden. But he wasn't about to deny his fox any request, especially one so small as a patch of dirt with some flowers.
Just how long he stood there he wasn't sure. Seeing his fox happy just made the time pass by. Those tight shorts helped the minutes pass as well, but he kept that to himself. The longer Thatch watched him, the more he felt his desire rising. "A wolf can only take so much teasing," he growled, adjusting his tightening pants before stepping outside. As he set paw onto the brick patio, Thatch was greeted by the warm sun and a delicate breeze. Closing his eyes he craned his neck to the sky and soaked in the sun's warmth and let the wind blow through his fur.
Carlin hadn't noticed his approach, or if he did he paid no mind. The wolf grinned as he watched the fox's tail wave back and forth. More and more wicked thoughts entered his mind, ever increasing the discomfort of his pants. "Are you teasing me, or genuinely engrossed with your gardening?" he growled when he was standing just behind the fox. Carlen let out a soft 'meep' as his fur bristled. "I'm sorry foxy," Thatch said with a smirk, "I didn't mean to startle you."
"That's funny," the fox said, leaning back on his haunches and turning to his lover, "because you seem to do it a lot and never mean to." He was clad in a soil-stained grey tank top and a faded pair of tight denim shorts, but to the wolf he was still a beautiful sight to behold. A soft streak of brown marked his forehead where he had wiped sweat away with the back of his gardening glove, but he seemed not to notice. "You didn't come to help, did you?" he said teasingly, turning back to his flowers.
Thatch chuckled and rubbed the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "Actually, I was hoping you would help me with something." The look on Carlen's face, when he turned and saw what the wolf's paw was up to, only served to turn the lupine on even more. he smiled a toothy grin and began to undo his pants, brushing off Carlen's protest that they couldn't do it outside. "Sure we can," he said, stripping off his shirt, "we have a privacy fence, don't we?"
Any resistance he might have mustered fled as Carlen looked upon the naked wolf. The sunlight glimmered off the two metal rings nestled in his chest fur, as well as the one at the end of his swollen sheath. With the light breeze rippling through his fur, Thatch was a sight to behold. He turned over and sat facing his lover, whipping off his gloves as the wolf leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and Carlen felt himself begin to stiffen, even as the larger male's paws hooked under his shirt and peeled it off of him. "Oh Thatch," he groaned as the wolf pressed down on top of him, kissing and nuzzling his throat. The grass was soft and cool on his back as he wiggled under the wolf. "And now that you've caught a fox," he said teasingly, "what do you plan on doing with him?"
Carlen squealed as his throat was nipped. "Oh, let's see. First, I'd do this," Thatch growled lustily, reaching under him and tugging the fox's shorts off. "Then I'd start doing this," he said, placing his hard tip at the fox's tailhole and began rubbing it up and down. Thatch was fully hard and leaking steadily after just a few seconds, and he was coating the younger male's tight bud thoroughly. He placed the tip of his cock at Carlen's tailhole and let it rest there as he kissed his throat.
"A-and the-then what?" the vulpine stuttered, gasping softly. he was already hard and poking from his sheath due to the wolf's administrations, but he let out a deep moan as the furry tube was pulled back to let his entire length fall free. The pink fox cock twitched and throbbed as the wolf's paw ran along its entirety, from the leaking tip to the slightly swollen knot. He moaned again as the paw moved lower and cupped his sack, giving it just the lightest of tugs. "Oh, Thatch," he whispered, leaning up to kiss his lover.
As their lips met, the wolf pushed forward, the tip of his cock spreading the young fox open. He felt Carlen moan into his muzzle, and felt him gasp as more of the wolf cock invaded him. Thatch held the kiss until his entire shaft was buried in his lover, up to the already engorged knot that was pressing against the tight hole. As their lips parted, Thatch whispered to Carlen, "I love you." The fox's response made him smile as he pulled most of his length out, and then thrust forward slowly. A soft hiss of pleasure escaped his lips as he leaned his head back in ecstasy. A soft breeze brushed over his face, but he didn't even notice; the fox's warm body was holding his rapt attention.
A low whine emanated from Carlen's lips as his tailhole was stretched by the large lupine member, but it was one of enjoyment. Wrapping his legs around Thatch's waist, he hooked his ankles just above the wolf's tail to hold on. His paw ran down his chest, leaving small brown streaks of dirt in the white fluff, as he grasped his member and began to stroke it slowly. Precum coated his paw, slickening his palm with sticky clear fluid. "Thatch...fuck me," he growled, gritting his teeth and stretching his back out on the inviting grass.
Unable to deny his fox, Thatch eagerly complied, pulling his length from the warmth of his ass until the tip was resting just inside, and then pushing back in roughly. They grunted in unison, their fur rubbing against each other as their flesh shared each other's warmth. Carlen panted and moaned into his lover's chest as he pawed himself in time with the wolf's thrusts, and Thatch dug his claws into the ground as he pumped into the fox's tight tailhole. "You sing for your flowers," he panted, humping his hips in slow, strong thrusts, "so moan for your wolf." He smiled when the fox did as he asked.
Stroking himself faster, Carlen, felt the pressure building in his loins. He didn't want to come before Thatch, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. "Oh, Thaaaaatch..." he hissed through clenched teeth as his orgasm overtook him. The pink fox cock spasmed and a thick jet of white seed shot out, splashing on the thick grey fur above him. Carlen let out a soft cry as another spurt escaped his shaft, this one hitting his own belly. The rest of his seed came in dribbles that ran down his shaft, coating his fingers in a white stickiness. Panting in exhaustion, he laid back and enjoyed the feeling of the wolf over him, pounding his hole.
When the fox came his body tensed up, squeezing Thatch's shaft tightly, causing the wolf to groan in pleasure. "My lovely fox," he whispered, smiling as he felt the cum hit his belly. As Carlen lay beneath him panting, he leaned over him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead Continuing with an increased pace, Thatch continued to work over the smaller male's tailhole, reveling in the warmth and tightness. "You really do make me horny," he growled, feeling his orgasm approaching.
"You do the same thing to me," the fox responded, kissing the lupine throat above him. The wolf's hips increased their motion, humping into him faster and harder, even beginning to lift his hips up as he stuffed his entire length inside him. The knot ground into his hole, the engorged flesh stretching him wider, causing him to cry out loudly. Thatch had other plans however, and instead pulled out of him, leaving him with a sudden feeling of emptiness. The wolf knelt over him, stroking his cock furiously as his climax came upon him, shooting thick wolf cum onto Carlen's belly.
A low howl started in Thatch's throat, but he cut it off to a stifle growl as he came, shooting even more seed onto his lover. The second spurt landed on the underside of Carlen's spent shaft, and the rest dribble from his shaft onto the fox's white-furred sack. Panting furiously, Thatch hovered over the fox as his orgasm faded, a lazy smile coming to rest on his face as he gazed down at the one person that meant the world to him. His brown eyes met the fox's blue ones, and they said 'I love you' without ever needing to speak a word.