From Co-workers to Mates
Alright guys, hope you enjoy this, it's a little project I've been working on for my mate's birthday. This is a story that he wrote some time ago that I thought would be fun to experiment with, so I took his story and style and mixed it with my own to create this. Hope you like the---what would this be called, a remix? Well, hope you enjoy it, and---ohyeah! OBLIGATORY SEX WARNING: there be men on men. If you can't read it, then get an edumacation and come back---oh...and I suppose if it's illegal you shouldn't either. If you keep reading, I hope you enjoy. The original can be found here: http://www.yiffstar.com/index.yiff?pid=16169
And to those who don't believe it, even after reading it time and time again: feedback is good, cause then I get better. All feedback welcome!
Tucker awoke to the sound of an alarm clock blaring in his ear. He mumbled something obscene under his breath before lazily reaching over and shutting it off, eyes still closed. He rolled over and squinted at the red digital display. It read 5AM; he groaned, but still flipped his legs off the side and got out of bed, giving a large yawn and stretching out his back, hearing a few satisfying pops. He dressed in his usual, a sturdy white cotton t-shirt and some heavy-duty, but reasonable, cargo-pants, then headed out the door, opting for a nice walk instead of a drive in the crisp summer morning air.
He arrived at the site about 5:15, the familiar fences and taped off "Construction Zone" greeting him as always. He took a step through the break in the fence, and headed straight to the temp building which served as the HR for this site and punched in, the lemur sitting behind the desk giving the usual small-talk.
"Nice morning, eh Tuck?" she said in her friendly, yet overly perky voice.
"Sure is Francine." He replied back, smiling good naturedly. He waited while the computer printed out his hour report for that week.
"You'll be working section E-6 today."
"That the basement access hallway?"
"Mhmm." She said, still smiling as she returned to her novel. Tucker knew from the past few days that this meant the conversation was over; he grabbed the paper, shoved it in his back pocket, then headed across the site towards E-6, feeling energetic and ready to work. As he headed down the makeshift stairs he could just see the sun coming out over the horizon. He doubled his pace and jogged two steps at a time down the stairway, wanting to dig a good distance into the cool earth before the summer heat got too unbearable.
About an hour or so later he heard footsteps plodding down the stairs behind him. He had gotten a few feet in, but the temperature was starting to rise and pretty soon things would get very uncomfortable. He felt a paw on his shoulder and gave a little jump, not expecting any kind of hello; most of the crewmen didn't pay much attention to anyone; they just went about their business and kept to themselves. He turned around to see his good friend Nick standing behind him--he looked just as surprised. Nick was an arctic wolf, pure white in color, who stood nicely built around six feet tall. He was wearing a similar outfit to Tucker's, meant mostly for durability rather than appeal.
Nick chuckled to himself, having taken a step back, "Sorry Tucker, I didn't mean to startle you." His eyes were closed with mirth as he tried not to laugh too hard, "Just thought I'd tell you that I was assigned here with you today."
"Nono. It's fine." Tucker sputtered out, slightly abash at having been frightened so easily. Nick opened his golden eyes and looked up, catching Tucker's ice-blue ones. There was a moment of silence in which neither could say anything before both looked away as if remembering exactly who they were looking at. Tucker half-coughed to himself, not sure what to say, and Nick was obviously a bit red in the cheeks under his white fur. Nick was the first to speak, grasping out for some sense of normalcy and conversation:
"So...why do you always get such an early start? You crazy pup." He laughed to himself, and it was genuine enough; the air felt palpably less tense.
Tucker rubbed his arm thoughtfully, feeling much more comfortable despite the rising heat. "I guess it's just in my blood; you know: huskies have always been known for their work ethic. I can't help it I guess.
Nick smiled to himself and crossed his arms, eyebrows rising questioningly, "And another thing that amazes me. You care about your appearance more than anything---you've said so yourself. Why pick a job like construction?"
Tucker shrugged and looked off to the side, "well...money is money, you know? I mean, yeah; I hate getting dirty, and white fur is a real pain to keep clean," he raised one eye-brow and smiled slyly, "but I could ask the same thing of you. Your fur is just as white as mine, and I've seen how clean it looks every day; you obviously work just as hard as I do to maintain it."
Nick scratched behind his neck, obviously a bit abashed, "not really...I don't exactly care that much about how I look, and I would shower after work anyways just because we do get so mucked up down here..." He trailed off, staring blankly into the back wall before snapping back to reality, clearly wanting a topic change. "Now come on, I want to get this done sometime today."
The two white furs worked in silence throughout the rest of the day, occasionally responding to helloes shouted to them from fellow workers as they passed on their breaks. Around noon they both walked over to the temp building and clocked out for lunch, sitting around and just resting after a good six hours of work. Neither of them noticed the other's glances, and the conversation stayed firmly around small-talk: the usual; most days were like this. Nick seemed a little anxious, like he had something on his mind, but Tucker remained blissfully oblivious. Soon the hour was over and both of them clocked back in, heading back to E-6 to finish off the tunnel before the day was out.
At 6PM the whistle sounded, calling for work to end. Having furs working in the dark was a liability, so they were always let go just before the sun started setting; if the boss knew how early Tucker showed up daily then that would be the end of that, but the foreman never showed up until at least ten, so Tucker's extra hours were safe. They tossed the equipment back in the storage shed, signing off that they had personally returned it, and clocked out, Francine murmuring her signature slurred mix of hello and goodbye as her muzzle remained buried in her book. As they passed through the gate Tucker was pulled aside by Nick, a rather surprised look on his face at the sudden action. Nick wasn't evidently nervous, but his tail twitched agitatedly.
"Hey, you need to get out tonight." He smiled, his teeth showing giddily. "You've obviously been working yourself too hard, and I'm going to the club tonight. You should tag along; I can get us both in for free."
Tucker thought about it for a while, paw absent-mindedly stroking the end of his muzzle before saying "OK", and they made plans for him to meet Nick at his house in a couple hours. They said their goodbyes and tucker jogged away back to his house, arriving just as the sun was disappearing over the horizon. He fumbled for his keys, in a bit of a hurry considering he only had about two hours before he had to leave, unlocked the door, and stepped inside, stripping off his soaked work-clothes and tossing them on top of the washer on his way to the bathroom. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature, turning to face himself in the mirror as it started to fog up. He was well built, and stood tall at 6'2"; His white fur was covered in sweat and grime, which emphasized his nicely cut pecks and abs. He admired himself in the mirror for a little bit, staring into his own icy-blue eyes, before the mirror became too clouded and he stepped into the steaming stream of water.
The hot water pounded at his back, massaging away the soreness of the day. He worked his paws through his fur, loosening away layers of dust that still clung to it before grabbing the shampoo and going about the arduous task of cleaning out the snowy fur to his specifications. He had rinsed, lathered, and repeated at least three times before he was satisfied that he was clean. He hopped out of the shower, toweling off his soaked fur---it immediately stuck out static in all directions, and for a moment or two he looked like an adorable puff-ball---then he started cursing. He fumbled out of the bathroom, comb tangling roughly through his fur trying to straighten it out. He glanced over at a clock on the wall and yelled a gratuitous "Shit" as it read 8:00; he had to be at Nick's in half an hour. He threw on a t-shirt with some band printed across the front and a nice pair of jeans before bolting out of the house.
He jumped in his car, jammed the key in the ignition, and was off down the road.
It was 8:26 when he got to Nick's---barely on time. He pulled up to the curb out front and hopped out. He checked his fur quickly in the mirror, always self-conscious of it when he hadn't had enough time to brush it to his satisfaction. He walked up to the door, and knocked, rocking back and forth on his paw-pads as he waited for Nick to answer. The wolf opened the door and let the husky inside. Nick was dressed in a casual tee and a baggy pair of jeans.
"You're going in that?" Nick asked, pointing in vague disbelief at Tucker's clothes.
"Yeah, what's wrong with it?" Tucker replied, brow furrowing in confusion.
"Well, I just thought you might want to make a good first impression, maybe catch an eye or two, that's all." Nick said, shrugging nonchalantly.
"What about you? You're not in anything special, hell; your clothes are more casual than mine." Tucker retorted defensively. "If you can look casual, then I don't see why I can't."
"Because I'm a regular there, people know me. But you, on the other hand, are new; I figured you might want to make a good first impression, but if you really want to go like that, then be my guest."
Tucker rolled his eyes and got up off the couch, glowering a little. "Let's just go, I'm fine with what I'm in."
Nick splayed his arms in mock acquiescence, smiling and leading the way to the garage. "Alright then pup, let's get going then."
They filed out into the garage and hopped into the blue Honda Civic, pulled out and drove off. They passed the trip in silence, Tucker stared out the window at passing lights and Nick tapped his paws to the sound of Savage Garden playing over the radio.
They pulled up onto a side street a block off of Main Street, got out of the car, and headed off down an alleyway, Nick in the lead. They stopped at the back of a rather nondescript brick building. Nick walked up to a large metal door, knocked, and a slat slid open, revealing a pair of menacingly angry eyes. The eyes first examined Nick, then Tucker. The slat slid shut again, and the door creaked open following the sound of a large deadbolt. They walked in, Tucker glancing warily at the enormous bulldog who had let them in, and headed up the stairs.
The room was crowded, and the music was blaring loudly from speakers strategically placed to make speaking---or thinking for that matter---impossible. They walked up to the bar where Tucker immediately noticed a few things: first of all the bartender, a large well built Dalmatian, was wearing a delightfully tight pair of red leather pants, a fishnet shirt which nicely showed off his torso, a large spiked collar, and a bright rainbow colored earring which flashed with its own internal LEDs in time to the strobe effects coming from the dance floor; secondly, there was a pair of female otters seated on a nearby barstool who were going at it and were it not for the fact that one was straddling the other's legs the scene would have been much more evidently graphic.
Nick walked right up the bartender and yelled something inaudible over the subwoofer, which the bartender apparently interpreted as a drink order because he set about grabbing various glasses and pulling various knobs.
"Umm...Nick..." Tucker looked at his friend uncertainly while Nick simply smiled back at him expectantly, waiting for a response. Tucker had to shout to be heard over the driving bass. "You didn't tell me this was a gay club. Why did you bring me here?"
"Well you've told me that you're bi, and I've seen you check me out once or twice. Thought maybe you'd wanna meet someone," He shrugged, smiling warmly before interjecting for himself: "---and believe me, this is the best place in town to meet someone." He took a swig of his beer which the bartender had just set down next to them. He wiped his muzzle clean of the remaining foam, grinned, and slid Tucker's beer over to him. "Go on. Have some fun. Live a little." He turned, still smiling, to the bartender and the two had a short conversation over the music. Nick laughed, pulled out his wallet, and handed the Dalmatian a ten and a business card. "Keep the tip, and give me a call sometime." Was all Tucker heard before Nick was off onto the dance floor, immediately finding a mildly attractive fox to grind up against. Soon he was lost to Tucker's sight in the mass of flailing arms and swaying tails.
Tucker returned his attention to the bar, leaning against it with his elbows while he took periodic sips from his beer. He really had no intention of talking to anyone, and he truthfully didn't even know why he was here. He glanced every few minutes back towards the dance-floor, still unable to see where his canid friend had gone. He looked down at his empty glass and wondered how much time had passed, idly considering ordering another drink, but this time one with a bit more kick. He was only vaguely aware of a presence to his right as a fur sat down, mentally shrugging it off, however when a paw slid suggestively down his thigh Tucker snapped to attention, looking over at the Panther whose forearm connected to the intruding extremity.
"You got a mate?" The cat asked in a sultry tone which as barely audible beneath the roar of rave music. Tucker was at rapt attention.
"...no. I don't." He could feel a light heat in his cheeks from what he knew must be a blush; his eyes were wider than he would have liked, and his breath seemed caught in his throat.
The panthers eyes lit up lustily, "good, because right now I find you more attractive than any other fur in here." His paw gave a light squeeze and Tucker breathed in sharply; it had been far too long. "Name's Eric" The panther said in almost a growl as his silver eyes locked onto Tucker's ice blue ones.
"I'm Tucker," came the husky's reply as he smiled in what he hoped was a suggestive manner, allowing himself to give in to the situation. He needed to loosen up; all these years of construction certainly can build up the tension.
The panther grinned, grabbing Tuckers hand and dragging the husky away from the bar. They managed their way through the writhing mass of furs that was the dance floor and headed straight up a set of stairs to the private rooms. The panther tried several doors unsuccessfully before finally finding a vacant room and pulling Tucker in after him. Tucker, who was still in an awkward state of shock as to the rapidity of this encounter stood dumbly to the side while the Panther quickly shut the door behind them and clicked the lock. Suddenly he found himself pressed roughly against the wall while the panther pressed their maws together, a rough feline tongue dancing at his lips. He resisted at first, not sure if he really wanted this before releasing his hold on restraint and accepting the probing tongue into his mouth. He could feel his growing arousal pressing uncomfortably against his jeans, and a wave of lust washed over his body as he began grinding himself hard into Eric's hips, his own tongue pressing forward into the panther's hot muzzle--all inhibition finally gone; it had been far too long since he had let himself go. His paws dragged up under the feline's shirt, running through the coarse short fur while his claws teased at the sensitive flesh beneath. He pulled the panther closer as they continued to explore each others' mouths, both fur's breathing becoming sporadic and more urgent as their paws roamed freely across the others' body.
Tucker felt himself pulled away from the wall; he followed willingly as his paws squeezed the cat's firm ass. Eric led the two over to the bed, falling on top of it while they continued kissing passionately, the panther's paws wandering around to grope Tucker firmly through his jeans. Tucker growled lustily into Eric's muzzle, his paws reaching into the panther's pants to fondle at his likewise swelling sheath. The feline began to hastily unclasp Tucker's pants, his paws fumbling with the zipper and pulling them down and off, throwing them off the bed. He then pulled back away from the kiss, sitting up and watching as he pulled down the husky's boxers, revealing a large sheath and the very tip of his pink cock. The panther gave a lusty growl before pulling his own shirt up over his head and discarding it to the side, quickly sliding his pants down his hips and stepping out of them, standing stark naked before the highly aroused husky. Eric kneeled down between Tuckers leg, leaning down and breathing in deeply, flicking out his tongue lightly against the throbbing cockhead before giving it a small kiss. Tucker shivered slightly, his member sliding out of his sheath, pre visibly dripping down its length. He moaned as the delightful mix of cool air and warm breath was replaced with Eric's maw as he took the tip of the half-erect cock into his mouth. The panther parted his lips slowly and dragged them along the sensitive flesh, flicking out his tongue and tasting the rich pre; it was sweet, and he wanted more. He licked all the way up the shaft, working his textured tongue into it, his paw idly playing with the Husky's balls. Once the cock had fully emerged Eric pulled back, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind, turned around, and placed his tail-hole directly above the tip. Tucker, whose eyes had been closed the entire time looked down just in time to see the head of his cock slide slowly into the panther, both moaning loudly, one from pleasure, the other from pain. Eric's lip bled as he bit into, all he could think about was the length of canine that was sliding into him. He moaned even louder as he felt himself go flush with Tuckers hips, the entire cock inside him, pressing roughly against his prostate. Tucker visibly shuddered as the tight ass gripped his member, his hips bucking upwards, pushing more of himself in. They paused as Eric adjusted, the only sounds that could be heard were the harsh breaths coming from both furs. Slowly, Eric lifted himself up off the canine's cock and pressed himself back down again, a loud growl emanating from his throat as his prostate was stimulated.
Tucker's back was rigid and his claws slowly dug tracts in the already-shredded sheets as the panther began moving up and down rhythmically along his shaft, the warm orifice gripping his entire length. His eyes were shut tight and his teeth were pulled back in a perpetual carnal growl that rumbled deep in his throat. His hips rocked back and forth with what little room they had, and he willed himself to reach around the feline and grip his own needy cock and begin stroking in time with their heated mating. They moaned together as minutes passed, both of them completely lost in the pleasure of it all. Tucker's breathing became ragged and sharp as he shuddered, his climax approaching fast, Eric groaned loudly, neither would last long. Suddenly, Tucker thrust hard, his knot popping through the panther's anal ring, pushing the feline over the edge as he came across his own chest, the fluids dripping down over Tucker's paw. Tucker rocked back and forth, thrusting as much as he could with his knot locking him to the large cat, then thrust once more as hard as he could, pushing his entire length into Eric's ass roaring so loud he was sure the dancers downstairs could hear it over the music. He felt himself empty his seed deep inside the panther, his claws running deep gouges through the sheets and into the mattress itself.
He let himself relax as his climax slowly faded, letting his back return to the soft bed; he had been completely unaware he had arched it in the heat of the moment. Eric lay back against the husky as both of them panted in the afterglow, unable to go anywhere due to still being tied; neither said a word as minutes ticked away, the sound of the subwoofer below still very loud through the floorboards.
Tucker's cock finally slid from the panther's ass, now fairly flaccid. As soon as it was out, Eric rolled off the bed and quickly threw all his clothes on, not even saying a word to the husky, who was still sprawled, thoroughly naked and thoroughly spent, on the sweat-soaked sheets. The feline then leaned down, kissed the husky on the cheek, walked to the door, turned, grinned, winked, and was gone. Tucker lay his head back down and considered what had just happened; he wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but he's fairly certain he hadn't wanted one-night-fuck, not that the panther had ever promised anything more...
There was a surprised whistle from the direction of the door, "Well, looks like someone had a bit of fun. Didja find a friend?" Nick was standing in the doorway looking in the direction Eric had just gone.
"Fuckin' shit!" Was all Tucker could manage as he grabbed at the sheets and quickly tried to cover himself, suddenly feeling very embarrassed; he could feel his cheeks growing noticeably redder under his snowy fur (another unfortunate side effect of being white-furred).
Nick laughed at his friend's reaction, then leaned against the door frame, looking in at the husky. "Heh, don't sweat it buds, anything to see's already been seen." He grinned mischievously, "though I can see why that Panther wanted a ride."
Tucker's jaw almost dropped. He wasn't sure whether he should be more mortified, or flattered. He was sure by now he was very noticeably blushing, and his ears were even beginning to turn red. Nick winked and stuck out his tongue playfully. Thank god, It was a joke. Tucker breathed out slowly, closing his eyes and relaxing after the initial shock, then laughed to himself, a dry chuckle. "You know, I can't say I ever thought you'd see me naked." He rubbed the bridge of his muzzle and shook his head, sorting everything that just happened out. Then, he looked over at the wolf in the doorway, who was still looking in at him.
"Hey...mind if I have a little privacy? Y'know, I might want to actually get dressed sometime soon." Nick chuckled softly to himself, apparently he hadn't been consciously aware of the fact he was staring, because his cheeks were turning red as he turned away, a mildly surprised look on his face.
Tucker got up off the bed and began gathering and donning his various pieces of clothing, surprised by how far they had managed to get from each other despite how they were all discarded at essentially the same time. Once he was fully dressed he turned to face Nick and was almost sure he had seen the wolf peeking back over his shoulder then snap back around to face away, attempting at nonchalance.
They walked out the door and headed downstairs, neither saying anything as they maneuvered through the raucous dancers on the floor, past the bar, and out the door, walking around the building back towards the car. The drive home was completely silent, even the radio was switched off in favor of the gentle hum of the motor. The digital display on the car blinked a steady 12:38, but Tucker was sure Nick hadn't reset it for daylight savings time, so it was almost certainly an hour earlier; they had been there much longer than he had thought.
They finally parked in Nick's garage again, and both get out. Neither said anything as Tucker began heading out towards his car, as if there was some spell of silence that night had cast on them. Nick watched on as Tucker made it through the door, looking as if he had something to say, but there was no opportunity to. Tucker stumbled a bit as the blood rushed back to his head, then yawned loudly; Nick seized the opportunity.
" Hey...if you're too tired to drive, you could always crash here for the night." He hung back inside the garage, like he wasn't sure what to do now that he'd made the offer. Tucker turned around, still in the midst of his yawn. He finished with a loud exhaled sigh, then rubbed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Yeah...I suppose that would be for the best. 'ey, what's tomorrow anyways?"
"Sunday."
Tucker nodded and walked back towards the house. "Good, so the site'll be closed."
"mhmm" Nick responded as he led the way back into the house. They walked into the kitchen.
Nick looked around; obviously not sure what to do now that he had a guest in the house. "Do you want a drink?" He gestured at the fridge "I've got any type of soda you want, so long as it's Coke." Tucker Chuckled good naturedly.
"Sure, I'll take one of those." Nick busied himself with fetching the bright red cans, filling some glasses with ice, and pouring the drinks while Tucker looked around the kitchen thoughtfully. He had never spent much time in Nick's house. Usually they just met up somewhere; neither liked spending too much time cooped up in their own homes. Nick Handed him the ice cold drink and they both sat there for a few minutes, occasionally sipping their beverage, or shifting their feet awkwardly.
"So..." Nick interjected in the silence. "Was he any good...?"
Tuckers eyebrow raised in a bit of confusion: "Hmm...?"
"Oh!" Nick blushed a little, realizing he hadn't been very specific. He chuckled to himself nervously, obviously trying to calm himself down. "That panther from the club." Nick looked extremely anxious for having said that, yet almost relieved now that it was out of his mouth and out in the open.
"Ah..." Tucker said as he looked down into his cup, swirling the quasi-amber liquid around. "He was alright..."
"Hmm..." Nick acknowledged with a nod. They sat there for several more minutes. A clock struck midnight, Tucker had been right about daylight savings time. There was a siren that went by several blocks away, and both furs listened as it grew in intensity, then faded again into the night. Nick started tapping his claws against the glass as he looked down into it, now almost nothing but ice. When he looked up Tucker was watching him with a look that could have been curiosity, and could have been annoyance. Nick stopped immediately. Someone could barely be heard yelling at someone else a few houses down, then there was quiet. It was quiet for a long time.
Tucker got up from the chair he hadn't even noticed he had sat down in, scratching his arm nervously. Looking sideways at Nick who had also managed somehow to migrate secretly into a chair "You know...it isn't too late, it's barely midnight. I bet I can get home alright..."
Nick was obviously distressed by this, but couldn't seem to find a good reason to protest. His muzzle dropped open a few times and closed again as his eyes searched the air wildly for some kind of excuse. Tucker watched on, not exactly sure of what to do. He finally decided that it was far too uncomfortable for his tastes and headed towards the door. Nick's paw shot out and grabbed his wrist; the wolf looked just as surprised as Tucker at this. Tucker turned back around to face his friend as Nick got up from his chair as well. They stood face to face, and suddenly Tucker couldn't bring himself to yell his intended 'what the fuck'.
Nick's breath was somewhat labored, and his eyes were wide in what could only be disbelief. His paw-pads felt damp on Tucker's wrist, even through the fur; he was incredibly anxious. Suddenly, Nick leaned in and brought their lips together, eyes closing as he took the leap. Tucker's eyes went wide, and his body went rigid. Were it not for the muzzle against his, he might have been uttering something akin to: 'whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck'
Then, Nick pulled back again, opened his eyes, and let go of Tucker's wrist. He looked down abashedly, his ears drooped sadly. "I...I'm sorry... I don't know what...what I was..." He trailed off helplessly. Tucker's paw had raised itself to his muzzle, and he was standing there in an exemplification of disbelief, his eyes still just as wide, and his tail still just as splayed. "Look...just...you can go if you want..." Nick began to walk away, this time it was Tucker who grabbed his wrist and pulled him back around into another kiss, this time leaning into it as the surprised wolf recovered from his initial shock and gladly began kissing him back. Soon Tucker's paws had moved from Nick's wrist, up his arms, and were holding the wolf in tightly around his back. Nick was passionately oblivious to everything around him except for the husky before him now; his own paws finding their way through the gentle curves of Tucker's back, along his sides, and down his rump, suddenly lost in lusty abandon.
In short order, Tucker had unclasped Nick's pants, hooking his thumbs along the waste-bands of both them and the wolf's underwear, sliding them down as far as he could without breaking their kiss; Nick then wriggled until both had fallen to the floor and stepped out of them, allowing himself to be parted from the Husky before him for a few precious moments to allow Tucker to pull the shirt he was wearing over his head and toss it aside; then they were back together, Nick grinding hard into Tucker as he could feel the husky's hardening sheath through the fabric, now entirely nude.
Sometime during their embrace, they had gravitated unknowingly from the kitchen, through the living room(knocking down a lamp and setting several frames askew in the process), and into Tucker's room, where they finally fell, panting heavily, onto the bed, still in each other's arms. Tucker's eyes had been closed, and he opened them to the sight of Nick smiling stupidly at him. There was a short moment of silence filled only with the two fur's chests heaving in tandem.
Nick broke the silence, to Tucker his voice sounded so strange, yet so familiar all at the same time. "...I've always...well...for the longest time...y'know...I..." Nick's paws idly scratched at the Husky's back as he fumbled to say what he was thinking. Tucker smiled, then stole a quick kiss, smiling back cutely at the adorable wolf.
"I know...I think I've always known..." Tucker's paw slowly slid lower down the Wolf's back, his paws wandering to rest comfortably against his friend's hip. Nick murred softly at the simple caress, eyes fluttering closed. Tucker took this as encouragement and slid his hand in further along Nick's thigh, finding, and massaging the firmly filled sheath, sliding it down to reveal the wolf's quickly hardening length. Nick moaned loudly, pressing his muzzle into Tucker's neck, nuzzling into the husky's soft white fur and gently rocking his hips into the paw against his member. Then it stopped, Tucker's hand slowing; Nick opened his eyes. Tucker looked somewhat uncertain. Nick smiled, eyes still only half-lidded. "It's okay hon...I've wanted this for such a long time..."
Then, to prove his point, Nick rolled over on top of the rather surprised husky, straddling across his chest, smiling down at the canine below him. He reached behind him and grasped the already emerged husky-cock, placing it against his tail hole and slowly sliding down, Tucker's pre the only lubrication available, his face twisting as the friction and pain mixed together as he sunk inch after inch into himself. Tucker fought hard to not thrust up into the warm orifice that was gripping at his cock, his eyes closing tight. Nick's fur was already beginning to matt with perspiration as his eyes shut tight and he continued pressing down.
"Go..." He gasped out through nearly clenched teeth. Tucker, whose eyes were likewise shut could only open them and look up in confusion.
"w-what...?" he stuttered out.
Nick growled under his breath, "I---...I can't go any farther..."
Tucker's breaths were harsh and his back was beginning to stick to the sheets. He tried to give some acknowledgement that he understood, but couldn't seem to form the words. Instead he simply nodded, took a stuttered breath, and pressed his hips upwards, Nick arching his back roughly and growling loudly as both pain and pleasure shot up his spine as he was stretched past his limit. Tucker lowered his hips, then thrust upwards again, this time harder and with more conviction, his self-control quickly losing against the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through his entire body. Nick whined inaudibly under his breath as his prostate was rammed again and again, the pain slowly changing more and more to pleasure, his whimpers changing to moans, Tucker moaning along with him as they moved together, both of their bodies heating up as their inexorable lust for each other was sated with every grunt and growl, teeth bared, hackles raised, claws extended, eyes closed, panting, moaning, heat, sweat, close, close---
"F-FFFUUUUUUCK" Tucker roared out in mid growl as he pushed in past his knot for the second time that night and came immediately, back arched, claws digging unintentionally into Nick's legs as he grabbed on and rode the swell of his orgasm, howling loudly into the quiet night.
As his vision faded from flashing white back to standard colors and he could once again recognize his surroundings he found a beautiful wolf laying against his own heaving chest, the fur between them wet with more than just sweat; sometime along the way Nick had cum as well. Now, both lay exhausted against each other, Tucker listening to Nick breathe and Nick listening to Tucker's heartbeat through his chest.
Nick looked up into Tucker's eyes tiredly and smiled affectionately, his eyes closed from a mixture of contentment and overexertion. Tucker returned his smile and nosed against him gently before both shared a soft, intimate kiss, one that both knew meant they had somewhere they belonged now.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, still tied and smiling, happy just to be there with someone they loved.
---Dreamy Husky and Ridley
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