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"Starting from Scratch"

by K.M. Hirosaki ([[email protected]](%5C))

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This story and all characters are copyright © 2008 K.M. Hirosaki

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The coyote's breathing was so quick and shallow that he was starting to feel dizzy.

Oh my god, this is it. This is actually going to happen.

Maybe it wasn't the lack of oxygen that was making him lightheaded, Tanner reflected. Maybe it was the complete lack of blood flowing to his brain. His dick was rock hard already, and Hiroki hadn't even gotten back to the room yet. The reality of what was (hopefully) to be was so painfully arousing, though, that Tanner felt like he was at risk of getting off in his boxers at almost any moment, and as embarrassing as it would be to have to tell Hiroki, "Sorry, I came in my pants while you were off brushing your teeth," that anxiety didn't kill his hard-on.

God, the panther was going to be back any minute, now, and the only logical place for things to go from there would be for he and the coyote to have sex. I mean, unless Hiroki just wanted a goodnight kiss before curling up on one half of the already narrow twin bed without expecting that close physical proximity would stir up their hormones, to say nothing of the fact that if they cuddled for even a few moments, Tanner's erection was going to be very obvious.

Fuck, that was a good point: should Tanner sit in a way that hid the raging boner in his pants, or should he nonchalantly make it very visible while acting like it wasn't his intention to show it off? At this rate, he was liable to leak a nice, dark damp spot all the way through the front of his khakis before Hiroki was done freshening up, so it might turn out to be a moot point. How well could panthers smell, anyway? Would he be able to tell that Tanner was ready and willing from the moment he stepped through the door?

Tanner grunted and squeezed his sheath through his pants to try to stem his line of thought, but instead, all he felt was an even more copious run of drizzle soak into the fabric of his boxers.

Oh, god, please let me have a fuse that lasts longer than thirty seconds!

The coyote's ears perked when he heard the water faucets in the bathroom being turned off. Any second now, Hiroki would be back in his bedroom. Would he still have all of his clothes on? Would he have maybe just taken his shirt off?

Picturing Hiroki topless wasn't difficult, because the panther had emailed Tanner a picture of himself thus several months ago. The dark black fur hid a lot of the details of the feline's musculature, at least in the photo, but going by his frame alone, he was obviously on the 'twinky' side. When Hiroki had arrived earlier that afternoon, their first hug had confirmed that, and Tanner found, somewhat to his own surprised, that he liked it very much.

Tanner had sent Hiroki some pics of himself, too, of course, but none of those had shown what the coyote looked like with his shirt off, or even what he looked like below the chest. Even though he was maybe only ten or fifteen pounds overweight, Tanner didn't want Hiroki to know about the belly he was ashamed of; that would have killed the mood whenever he'd pose something to the panther along the lines of:

TannerYote presses his chest and abdomen smoothly up against your back as he steadily sinks his shaft deeper into your warm, willing rear.

Well, assuming that Hiroki did, in fact, have a warm, willing rear, there wasn't going to be any getting around the fact that Tanner did have something of a belly, but once they were naked, hopefully that wouldn't matter.

The door opened slowly, and Hiroki stepped through. He wasn't topless. He was actually just wearing the same stuff he'd had on when he'd arrived that day: the plain denim shorts and the bright blue "Ace Queen" t-shirt (it turned out that it was a band and not some subtle sexual empowerment message). The hem of the shirt looked like the panther had been picking at it with his claws for a while, and his tail twisted and curled up around one of his legs as he stood just inside the room, taking a few moments to examine the assortment of pewter fantasy miniatures on Tanner's computer desk.

Tanner found Hiroki totally cute. He didn't know if he ought to be surprised at that or not. Was that normal? Should he have expected something else?

"I forget," Hiroki asked, still eyeing the miniatures. "Were you running a campaign right now?"

"Not at the moment," Tanner responded. "But I, like, I GM sometimes."

Hiroki nodded. "Cool." His head swiveled around, in search of something else in the room to look at.

This was the second time today Tanner and Hiroki had been alone in the coyote's bedroom. The first time, back around quarter past three, there had been a mutual awkward pause very much like this one--the only difference was that they'd been standing, and that Tanner was less sure as to whether the two of them ought to be having sex right then and there now that they had finally ended up behind closed doors together.

Tanner was more sure, now, that sex was what the situation called for. After seven months of unbridled sexual tension, nobody would fault them for indulging, right? And it wasn't "technically" like they'd only just met today.

If Tanner was more certain about what was to come next, though, Hiroki didn't seem to share that surety. He picked up the empty coffee mug that was situated at the corner of the coyote's desk, fondled it for a few seconds, and then set it back down. He then at least went back to looking at Tanner, with a shy smile that would have been cuter if Tanner himself hadn't been so nervous.

"Your friends seem kind of cool," Hiroki said. "And your campus is pretty neat. Nicer than mine."

In retrospect, Tanner realized how much of a lucky coincidence it was that he'd met Hiroki at all. Even at a fairly liberal college, the coyote wasn't going to go around broadcasting his preference for males, and so he had--like many other gay folks his age, apparently--taken to visiting online communities geared toward his, well, interests.

For a few months, he'd frequented sites that catered to his species group, but "Gaynines" had been far too elitist when it came to species, and "TiedDown" was a bit too raunchy, even by Tanner's standards as a horny twenty-something. Even at the most polite, though, the process of sifting through prospective partners seemed to boil down to finding a picture of someone's face, and, upon deciding they were attractive, asking for a picture of their cock. Actually, in many cases, one didn't even need to ask for that second part; a lot of males were all to eager to volunteer unprompted.

No, it was on the

Shadowsiege game discussion forums that Tanner had met Hiroki, and quite by accident, at that. After one particular post from one user chiding another to "stop being such a fag about the rules," Tanner had written a response to the thread pointing out that it might not be such a good idea to make assumptions about the other people playing the game. Hiroki, having seen said post, sent Tanner a private message to say thanks for his publicly sticking up for gay people on a board populated by teenagers and college-age males.

Things had progressed from there, and now, the coyote had the panther in his bedroom, but neither one of them seemed to want to say what was on their minds. It was odd, because neither of them had ever had any problem whatsoever in saying whatever was on their mind before today. Of course, they hadn't had to look each other in the eye, then (or, rather, they didn't have to make a concerted effort to avoid looking each other in the eye).

"I'm glad you made it out here," Tanner blurted. He'd hoped it would sound nice and innocuous, but now that he'd said it, he worried that it might have sounded

too romantic.

For the first time since he'd come back from the bathroom, Hiroki truly met the coyote's eyes. "I'm glad, too," he said, smiling, his tail untwisting from around his thigh. "It's neat, finally getting to see all this for real."

Tanner smiled. "Getting to see all what?" he asked.

"You know," Hiroki said, motioning with both paws. "Just, like, your life. It's fun to see what stuff fits with what I'd imagined and what doesn't."

"Mind if I ask what doesn't fit?" Tanner asked. He didn't notice that his tail was wagging until he heard it thump against his mattress.

Hiroki laughed, and his visible shyness made the sound catch in his throat so that it sounded more like a giggle. "Oh, I dunno," he said, waving a paw (oh, and his wrist was even limp!). "Nothing major, really. Just... the little details, you know?"

"Like what? I wanna hear."

Now Hiroki had stepped closer. Or perhaps he'd just shuffled. "Silly things," the panther insisted. "Like the fact that your gaming bookshelf has sourcebooks for systems I didn't think you played, or like how your computer desk is up against the near wall of your bedroom when I'd pictured it being on the far wall."

Part of Tanner wanted to ask if he was also heavier than Hiroki had imagined, but if they were about to enter into a moment of intimacy, he didn't want to ruin that. Playing his cards right felt like it was such a precarious thing to do. Why weren't things are fluid and natural as they'd always been online?

Awareness of his still-persisting erection only hit Tanner after he stood up. If Hiroki noticed, though, he gave no sign of it. The coyote stepped closer to the panther, and when the panther didn't shy away, he closed the distance between them and laid a paw on his boyfriend's shoulder. "You mostly fit my own expectations," he said. "Well, in the ways that are important, at any rate."

Hiroki turned his head so that his gaze followed along Tanner's arm before reaching his face. "And what are those?" he asks.

Tanner drew closer. "You're really fun to be with," he said. "And we have good conversations and you get along with my friends and--"

The panther broke off the coyote's words with a kiss. It was a quick kiss, one that didn't require the parting of lips, but it was a warm, tender kiss. It made Tanner stop entirely, and for those few moments, the awkwardness and hesitation melted away.

They parted from the kiss with a mutual sigh. This, here, was what Tanner wanted. This was how things were always supposed to go, in his mind. After all, if you couldn't kiss your own boyfriend without it being weird, what did that say about the relationship?

"You're a good kisser," Hiroki said.

It was a simple compliment, but it was one that made Tanner's ears burn with a visible blush. In a way, it was almost understated for the relationship the two of them ought to already rightfully have, but that was part of the charm behind the whole thing. That was part of what was so nice about having Hiroki here in the flesh for the first time, period.

Tanner moved to kiss Hiroki again, and this time, it was a deeper kiss. Their muzzles locked with a groan, and the coyote couldn't tell whether that sound had come from the panther or from himself. It didn't matter. What mattered was that Hiroki was here, and that he and the panther were together and that--well, presently, it mattered that the stiff lump in the coyote's pants had to be achingly obvious as it dug into the panther's hip.

They'd almost kissed like this back when they'd first been alone in Tanner's bedroom. Tanner had been very, very sure that "alone" really meant "alone," too; he'd been prepared to slip his roommate Derrick a fifty as a bribe to make himself scarce for the weekend, but as it turned out, the husky's unwashed laundry had piled up to the point where he'd decided, on his own, to make the two-hour trek back home to his parents' place for the weekend. Solitude was good: even if the two of them could succeed at being quiet, there was no good chance of fooling the nose of another canine.

Hiroki held the kiss needfully. Tanner had only ever kissed one other guy before, but already, he liked kissing the panther more. There was something lustful about his kiss that didn't make it seem raunchy or uncouth. Tanner hoped that his own kissing was up to Hiroki's standards. How many people had

he kissed?

The two of them had shared a lot in their many long talks--online, at first, and then eventually over the phone. After their first few exchanges on the message board, they'd quickly hit it off, if only on just a cursory, personal level.

Playful flirting within the first week or so soon turned to actual flirting, which then led rapidly to the first of what would turn out to be many cybersex sessions. Of course, the friendly, chat-based relationship between TannerYote and KuroShin1 developed from there until it turned into the slightly more reality-based relationship between Tanner and Hiroki, but that had taken several weeks, during which time they'd later confess to having felt an almost compulsive draw to one another.

At around three months, they began talking to one another on the phone, starting at once a week and then moving up to two or three times. At four months, they began to seriously talk about having one of them maybe visit the other. By the time five months and change rolled around, it was decided that Hiroki would be the one to visit Tanner, on a three-day weekend where the panther didn't need to worry about rushing back to make it to class on Monday.

Now, Hiroki, so very real, grinned bashfully at the coyote. "Did you want to lie down?" he asked.

"Um... sure, if you want to." Tanner released the embrace and stepped back a foot or so, but then just stood there. Hiroki, for his part, didn't approach the bed either.

Had this been an interaction online, Tanner would have practically thrown Hiroki down onto the bed after that passionate kiss (assuming that Hiroki didn't hop up onto it willingly and show off his tail and butt). That notwithstanding, the idea of physically grabbing the panther and even gently coaxing him toward the bed seemed so far past the boundaries of personal comfort. Did people actually

do that, even with people they liked?

What was making this so difficult? Tanner had had sex before, after all. Well, oral sex, at any rate, back during sophomore year with Alex, the cute, lanky fennec who'd ended up dating some girl from the Linguistics program a few weeks after the party at which he and Tanner had snuck away to suck each other off, and hell, that didn't even include the handjob he'd gotten from that drunken frosh at the Psi Kappa party two semesters ago.

"You look nervous," Hiroki said.

"

You look nervous."

Hiroki picked at the belt loop on his hip. "I am nervous," he admitted.

"Because, I mean, we don't have--"

"Yeah, but I

want to," Hiroki blurted out. His short muzzle scrunched up at his cheeks as an awkward chuckle escaped his mouth along with his words, followed immediately thereafter by an embarrassed folding back of his ears.

A moment later, the panther's barriers went right back up, but Tanner recognized that they'd been down, and that, in that moment, he'd seen enough to know that, yes, this was actually Hiroki, actually KuroShin1, the lovely kitty he'd fallen for even though they lived nearly a thousand miles apart.

"Well, what are we waiting for, then?" Tanner offered, putting a toothy smirk on display for Hiroki's benefit. "Come here."

Hiroki approached again. Unlike last time, though, Tanner forced himself not to overthink things, and he let himself get swept fully into the moment. It was as if he could see the words

"TannerYote draws you into a firm embrace, his paws grabbing hold of your pert little rump in order to heft you up for a kiss" displayed on the screen within his mind as he did exactly that.

Growling into the kiss, Tanner stuffed one of his paws down the back of Hiroki's shorts, squeezing in past the tight denim and the silky boxers underneath, his fingers and paw pads brushing directly over the fur of the panther's backside. Hiroki moaned back into Tanner's muzzle in response, and the coyote got that sound to pitch higher as he squeezed the cat's butt firmly, earning himself a contented flick of the tail, in addition.

Because Hiroki wore such tight, form-fitting shorts, there wasn't really much in the way of pawing and rubbing that Tanner could actually accomplish, and so with the fingers on his other paw, he started to undo the clasp just above the panther's tail. An eager squeak escaped the feline's nostrils, followed by another quiet moan as the pressure was relieved. If Tanner's erection had gone down at all during the interim of standing around in awkwardness, it was back in full force now.

Hiroki was hard, too, and the coyote pressed his thigh up against the bulge he felt between the panther's legs. It wasn't as direct as just grabbing his package with a paw, and that made it feel safer. Whining with approval into the increasingly messy and unstable kiss, Hiroki pressed back eagerly.

The kiss finished falling apart, and Tanner yanked at the blue Ace Queen t-shirt, pulling it up over Hiroki's head and arms, leaving him topless like the coyote had first fantasized. The panther's shorts sagged due to being open in the back, revealing the feminine curves of his hips. Clearly, it was time for Hiroki's shorts to come all the way off, but Tanner didn't know if it would be rude to pull them off without asking, nor did he know if asking wouldn't make him sound stupid.

Tanner settled for mumbling the word "here" to cover his bases as both his paws went to the front of Hiroki's shorts. His fingertips rested on the button and zipper, waiting for the span of a breath and two heartbeats to allow the cat the chance to speak or forever hold his peace; when he didn't, the coyote gritted his teeth and slipped that tiny metal button free. There was a perceptible shift in the arrangement of things in the crotch of the panther's shorts, his straining erection pressing the looser fabric further out.

Even with both the front and rear clasps undone, Hiroki's shorts were tight enough that they didn't just fall off. Tanner had to actively push them down past the cat's curvy hips and cozy rump, a breath catching in the coyote's throat as his eyes alighted on his lover-to-be's cock for the first time: it was slender, like the rest of him, the flesh a bright and glistening pink that stood out beautifully from the black fur that framed it on all sides (it occurred to Tanner that he'd never thought to ask Hiroki what color it was).

Tanner smiled. He at least knew enough to not bother asking permission before touching it. Even so, his first touch was light, nearly reverent, the short fur on his fingers brushing a trail along the side of that rigid length, from the base to just shy of the tip. As the coyote dragged his fingertips along, Hiroki gasped and shivered, and so he repeated the gesture, tracing a line nearer to the underside this time.

"Ohh, 'yote," Hiroki whimpered. "That feels so nice." At the panther's words, Tanner felt more wetness seep into his already-damp boxers. His trapped shaft was aching with the memory of all the places those online sessions had ventured into once one of them finally touched the other. Hormones caused the rest of his body to come to life, too, the mere sensation of Hiroki's warm breath against his fur making the coyote's skin twitch.

The paw toying with Hiroki's shaft came to a sudden stop as the thoughts in Tanner's head became more vivid--vivid to the point where the details of some of the things they'd "done" were all too easy to call up, things which were so incongruous with reality. With the tangible tension in the air now, it didn't seem appropriate to just push down on Hiroki's shoulders, forcing him onto his knees before egging him on by telling him what a cocksucking slut he was.

What if Hiroki wasn't actually an eager cocksucker at all? What if the shyness and demureness he'd demonstrated outside the bedroom applied just as much within it? What if Hiroki hadn't even actually had real-life sex before at all? Tanner wasn't some über-experienced sex god or anything, but would his trying anything remotely kinky scare off someone who--

The coyote's thought process was blissfully derailed as Hiroki's paw closed in around that erection that had be so concerning him before. Without thinking, he rose onto tiptoe, an urgent groan escaping his throat as he pushed into the panther's palm. Hiroki responded by tightening his grip, fingers feeling out the form of the canine's shaft and sheath through the khaki fabric, now getting damp in its own right. Tanner couldn't help but smell himself over the more subtle scent of cat in the air, and it simultaneously embarrassed him and turned him on.

Hiroki eased up and then started to work at the buckle of Tanner's belt. He fumbled around for several seconds, until at last he said, "Help me with this." Tanner quickly obliged, his paws bumping against the panther's as they all shared the same small space, working between and beside one another until the belt came free and the button to his pants was undone. "Thanks," Hiroki replied when it was done, stuffing his paw down into the coyote's underpants with the new room provided to it, nudging the rest of the canine's sheath the rest of the way back, the fur already damp and musky.

After ensuring that Tanner was free and comfortable and that his knot wasn't going to get him stuck inside his own sheath, Hiroki giggled. "You know, you're bigger than I thought you'd be," the panther said, prompting Tanner's ears to burn again as he looked down, unable to get a full view of the fondling with his belly in the way. A quick tug near the base of his shaft then let the coyote know that Hiroki hadn't been referring to his weight.

"Really?" Tanner asked, surprised by the higher pitch of his own voice. "I... I always thought I was just... average."

"Maybe for a dog, then," Hiroki replied, his thumb and forefinger enclosing around the root of the coyote's dick, at the spot where his knot would end up swelling--which wouldn't be too much longer at all, at this rate. "Come on, take your shirt off," the panther said, and Tanner flailed his arms as most of the work was then done for him.

Hiroki nudged Tanner backwards, urging him to sit back on the foot of his bed. Once the coyote had plopped down, Hiroki tugged on the legs of those pesky khaki's. Tanner lifted his butt up away from the mattress so that his pants would slide free, and mere moments later, he was left wearing nothing but a pair of underpants with a nice, dark, wet smear down the front, where his erection was pressing. He fixed that problem by taking them off on his own, though Hiroki helped him get his feet and ankles free of the tangle that resulted.

And now they were both naked. After seven months of waiting, Tanner actually had Hiroki naked and in bed with him. The situation approached the surreal. Did things like this actually happen with people like them?

Apparently they did, because it felt very real indeed when Hiroki slunk up beside him, one paw on his shoulder and the other back on his cock, more just gently feeling and squeezing than actively stroking. Moaning in wordless, anxious response, the coyote returned the favor, getting a nice squirm out of the panther.

"I've really been looking forward to this," Hiroki said. He didn't sound at all lewd or even lustful, really; he just sounded like Hiroki, happy. He leaned in to kiss Tanner on the cheek, the fur on his fingers damp and slick enough now that he could begin stroking more properly along the canine's twitching length.

Tanner kisses back, his teeth catching some of the fur on the side of the panther's snout. "Yeah. Me too," he muttered, his throat tense and tight enough that he didn't think he'd be able to say more than just a few words.

"You know I haven't jerked off for a week?" There was a flash of mischief unlike anything Tanner had seen in Hiroki's eyes before. The panther smirked, too, with only a couple of his sharp little teeth showing.

Tanner chuckled, his belly sucking in and his cock momentarily slipping free of Hiroki's black paw. "Why's that?"

"Well, I knew I'd be coming here this weekend," the panther responded, turning his gaze down between Tanner's legs as his paw lazily moved up and down, "and I know how you seem to like it when things get... a bit messy." Since Tanner's blush couldn't get any fiercer, the coyote's throat warbled with a whimper, instead.

"You let yourself get all pent up for me?" the coyote asked. It was

cute, in a way, to know that the panther would do something like that. Tanner had been getting himself off two to three times a day in the preceding week thanks to the anticipation of his boyfriend's imminent arrival, and even that hadn't been quite enough to purge him of his thoughts. That Hiroki hadn't jumped his bones the moment they'd first been alone together seemed nothing short of a miracle to the coyote.

Hiroki's grin got even bigger. "I knew you'd take care of me," he said. He then flashed Tanner a quick wink, and the coyote felt a form of paralysis overtake his entire body as he watched the panther's head start to sink down. The self-conscious part of him wanted to reached out and stay the feline and say,

"Hey, you don't have to do this if you're not ready, you know," but something else--perhaps Tanner's more base canine instincts--kept him immobile, save for the dropping of his jaw as he watched Hiroki's lips part and then envelop the tip of his dick.

It had been over a year and a half since Tanner had last felt the sensation of someone else's muzzle on his cock. Enough time had passed that he may as well have forgotten what it was like entirely, so incredible was the feeling coursing through him, traveling like a jolt down his length, coalescing into a ticklish tempest within his groin, and from there, ebbing through the rest of his body. Throwing out the sort of dirty talk that he knew Hiroki enjoyed online was completely out of the question; all the coyote could do was whimper and whine like a cub who might have stubbed his toe.

The panther's tongue was softer than Tanner had imagined. His lips were soft, too. If Tanner hadn't gotten off at all in the past week, this blowjob would have been over already. Whether Hiroki's adeptness came from skill or from talent, from experience or enthusiasm didn't matter anymore. What mattered now was that Tanner found the pleasure so great that it was starting to feel almost

too good_._ Was his own paw really so inadequate?

So far, Hiroki had only gotten his muzzle a little more than halfway down the coyote's length, but already, Tanner was tensing up all over, trying his hardest not to get off too early. How humiliating would it be to have waited for months and months, only for the panther to have his muzzle flooded inside of--how long had it been? Under a minute, still, certainly. How long had Tanner's last blowjob lasted?

"H-Hey, go easy," Tanner urged. He brushed his fingertips over one of the feline's rounded ears.

Hiroki pulled up with a sputter, wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his paw. "Sorry, sorry," he murmured. "Was I getting you with my teeth? I'm sorry."

Relief washed over Tanner's body now that the coyote wasn't teetering on the brink of premature ejaculation anymore, followed by guilt at the apologetic look on Hiroki's face. "Oh, no, not at all," he said quickly. "I just... I'm really sensitive right now, that's all."

The expression of uncertainty on Hiroki's face turned into a smile. "We can't have that, now, can we?" he said, replacing his muzzle with his paw. Tanner tensed up again and bit his lip, but found the touch of fuzzy fingers far easier to tolerate than the wet caress of the panther's mouth.

The coyote huffed out through his nostrils. "I just don't want to get off too soon," he clarified.

Hiroki scooted further up the mattress, so that he was sitting next to Tanner, hip-to-hip. "Here, then," he said, taking hold of the coyote's wrist, wrapping that paw around his shaft. "Let's take it slow for a bit."

However long "a bit" would be would depend on Tanner's body cooperating, but for the time being, concentrating on using his paw on Hiroki seemed to help abate the overstimulation problem. When jerking off while indulging in some imaginary type-fucking, if he ever got himself too worked up early in the session, he could just leave himself alone for a few minutes while continuing the scene and browsing some less sexy content in another window, but here in bed with another guy, he couldn't just remove his cock from the equation entirely--not without making things rather awkward, at least.

The panther's toes brushed against the back of the coyote's calves. Claws joined in, too, dragging little trails through the fur. The cat purred as he did so, and Tanner tucked his muzzle into the gap between his boyfriend's neck and shoulder. He took a deep breath in through his nose, taking in the mingling male scents before exhaling through his mouth. Then he began to lick at the pulse point in Hiroki's throat. The gasp that reached Tanner's ears made the coyote bristle nicely, all five of his senses triggered at once, his pleasure centers inundated and overwhelmed.

Soon, the squirming of Hiroki's leg against Tanner's own got more unrestrained. Looking down at his paw as he moved it, Tanner saw that he seemed to have found either just the right pace or just the right amount of pressure in his stroking to really push the panther's buttons. Hiroki was leaking almost as much as Tanner himself typically did, his excitement visible not just in that, but in the way the rest of his slender, black-furred body writhed. He radiated happiness, and his grip on the coyote's shaft went still, holding on nice and tight to the growing knot beneath his fingers.

Tanner's pulse quickened, and his just-forming knot grew faster as well, inspired by the look on Hiroki's face as much as by his touch. The coyote wanted to nurture that, wanted to take a mental snapshot of what the panther looked like in the here and now; he was sure it was something that would imprint itself on his brain and never diminish in clarity, even without the benefit of being able to look back at a chat log at a later date to freshen up on the precise details.

If Tanner kept this up, he was going to be treated to the sight of Hiroki's all-black belly getting splashed with white--hell, after a week of not getting off, the coyote wouldn't be surprised if the feline managed to make a mess of his chest or even his face, as well. Lovely though that would be to see, Tanner didn't want to run his kitty's fuse all the way down just yet if he could help it. He had other plans.

"Hey, so, um..." Tanner asked, pulling his paw away and resting it on the inside of Hiroki's thigh. It was nice and warm.

Hiroki slowly opened his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Can I..." God, this was going to come out sounding so awkward. "Can I mount you?"

The panther's ears twitched, and he swallowed once, silently. "Yeah, all right."

Tanner picked up on that reluctance right away. "It's okay if you don't want to," he said. "It

is just our first time, and all."

The coyote's words seemed to make the panther more at-ease with his own embarrassment. "It's just, well... I've never been with a canine before, so..." To mark his point, he squeezed his paw around the base of Tanner's shaft.

"Oh." Tanner nearly chuckled, but stopped himself. "Well, I mean, I don't have to go all the way in, if you don't want."

"Would you mind if we just... you know, see how it goes, first?" Hiroki slid his paw atop Tanner's. This was a marked departure from all the times Tanner had seen words akin to,

"Oh, god, please tie with me, 'yote!" on his computer monitor, but the hesitation was all quite natural, he understood.

So, Tanner nodded and smiled. "Of course I don't mind," he said. "I want this to feel nice for the both of us." Truth be told, Tanner didn't know what it was like to top anyone, himself, but he knew that guys could still get off even without tying (something repeatedly drilled into his and his classmates' heads back in Canine Sex-Ed in high school).

"Okay." Hiroki looked relieved, which in turn made him look cuter. "Do you have, ah, protection, too?"

This was the other part that imaginary sex always glossed over (well, skipped outright, was more accurate), but Tanner had at least had the foresight to prepare. "Of course," the coyote said, grinning again, stumbling as he got up off the bed and trotted to his computer desk. Standing up, he felt somehow "nakeder" than he did lying or sitting next to Hiroki on the bed. As quickly as he could, he fished through his top drawer, finding the strip of Moon-Chaser brand condoms for canids, the ones he'd gotten from the bowl at the counter of Student Health Services earlier that week. He tore one off and tossed the rest back into the drawer, then smiled as he showed Hiroki the red foil packet with the stylized silhouette of a dog's head on it.

Hiroki smiled back. "Do you have lube?" he asked.

At once, Tanner's enthusiasm drained. He didn't keep lube handy because he never needed it when he was taking care of himself, and in all of his repeated fantasizing about

"stuffing his extra-drizzly canine prick" into a certain panther's rear, he hadn't considered the condom's effect on that in reality. The coyote frowned. "I don't, no," he replied.

"It's okay; I brought some," Hiroki said without missing a beat, rolling onto all fours and crawling along the length of the bed, tail lashing behind him. He waddled onto the floor using his arms, then pushed up into a halfway-standing position as he scampered across the floor to where he'd left his luggage. Rummaging through one of the bags within his larger duffel, he soon procured a shiny black bottle.

It occurred to Tanner that he hadn't actually seen a bottle of lube with his own eyes before. It looked remarkably nondescript, really, but then, it would be silly to assume that it would come with some loud, gaudy label declaring to anyone within line of sight that the person in possession of it was preparing to indulge in all manner of tawdry sex acts. Hiroki snapped the top open, and then crawled back up to the bed.

Tanner looked between the bottle and Hiroki's face. "Should I... use it on you, first?" the coyote asked as the feline slipped back up onto the mattress, carefully balancing the small bottle upright as he swung his legs up onto the bed with him.

Hiroki gave it a moment's thought. "Actually, let me do that," he said. "Your claws might get in the way." Saying that, he held up a finger and retracted the claw, waggling the now harmless tip at Tanner. He winked, then held out the bottle with his other paw.

When Tanner just looked at it, Hiroki waved it at him again. "Come on, just squirt a little onto my finger," he said, offering his paw. Unsure of how much was too much, the coyote just squeezed out a tiny bead onto the panther's fingertip. Hiroki chuckled. "Er, no, more than that." Flustered, Tanner squeezed the bottle harder, spurting a much larger dollop all down the length of that digit.

"Erf! Sorry about that," Tanner murmured, teeth digging into his lower lip again.

Hiroki, though, just shook his head. "Nah, this'll be fine," he said. "Trust me." He then lay back, propped up on one elbow as he spread his legs. With his dry paw, he fondled his fuzzy scrotum, putting on a little show for Tanner in the process. Then, lifting his balls out of the way, he started to rub his lubed-up fingertip at the very snug-looking hole underneath.

Several seconds passed as Tanner could do nothing but stare, watching without breathing as Hiroki teased himself before starting to press his finger in. The panther's eyes closed and his muzzle parted with a nearly-silent gasp, eliciting a groan from Tanner just at the sight of it alone. This was something Tanner rarely did, himself, and he could see, from the look of concentration on the feline's face, that there some discomfort to what he was doing, but the look of discomfort didn't get any worse, while the ease of his sliding his finger in and out seemed to get better.

"Why don't you get that on?" Hiroki suggested, opening his eyes just a little, nodding toward the condom still held between Tanner's fingers. That snapped Tanner out of his ogling trance, and he nearly dropped the little foil packet, fumbling it between his paws before getting hold of it again.

The coyote used his claws to get the packet open, then felt a jolt as his fingers came in contact with the slippery latex. He'd never used a condom on anyone but himself before, mainly just to feel what it was like. Knowing that he'd be using this one "for real" made it feel different somehow. With his attention away from Hiroki, he brought the condom up to the tip of his penis, double- and then triple-checked to make sure that it was facing the right way, and then began rolling it down the length of his shaft.

There was already some lubricant coating the condom, but that still didn't make it as slick as Tanner's cock would be from the coyote's own drizzle. Tanner squeezed some more lube out of the bottle, then, squirting it into his palm, feeling it slide down the inside of his wrist before his fingers were able to wrap around his latex-covered shaft. It felt weird, stroking himself without directly contacting his flesh, but he knew that, despite that, he wasn't at all at risk of losing his erection anytime soon.

In the meantime, Hiroki had stopped fingering himself, Tanner noticed, the panther flipping over, making the mattress jostle as he rolled over onto his paws and knees. His long, slender tail danced to and fro, the movement catching the coyote's eye, drawing his complete attention for a few seconds. The bed shifted some more as the panther continued repositioning himself, the sheets beneath him making him slip a little until he was firmly in place, head lowered, rump lifted up.

Tanner didn't need to be told twice. He snapped the cap back into place on the bottle of lube, then set the bottle aside as he crawled up behind Hiroki, paws on the panther's hips as he waddled on his knees to get into position. His heart was pounding so hard that he could hear his pulse in his ears. He couldn't tell if time was passing more slowly, or whether it just seemed that way because neither one of them was moving.

"You ready?" Hiroki asked.

"I think so," Tanner replied. "You?"

"Uh-huh." The panther's tail brushed the side of Tanner's leg. "Just go easy, yeah?"

"I will."

Tanner gave Hiroki's side a gentle stroke, and then, holding his breath, pushed his hips forward.

Hiroki's hips edged forward, too. "Uh, you're a little too high," he said.

The panther sounded embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as Tanner felt at hearing that. He shifted back, looked down, and sure enough, saw that the tip of his shaft was way too close to the feline's tail and nowhere close to being lined up with the slick entrance further down. "Sorry," the coyote mumbled. "Let me just... there." He felt his shame abate somewhat as he got into a more proper position.

Once more, Tanner pushed forward, then went still when he heard the breathy grunt from Hiroki, afraid he'd hurt him. Instead, though, the panther shook his head. "Still too high," he said.

Tanner's embarrassment went right over the cliff and straight down into humiliation. "Sorry," he repeated, his voice wavering. "M-Maybe we should just--"

Hiroki interrupted him by reaching back between his own legs, grabbing careful hold of the coyote's shaft. That shut Tanner up right quick, the tail end of his breath fading as an awkward squeak as the cat manually assisted in repositioning him. "Try now," Hiroki said quietly. "Just push forward, nice and gentle."

The coyote complied, holding his eyes closed as he pushed. This time, he felt Hiroki's hips stay in place while his own managed to nudge closer, the very tip of his shaft forcing its way into the snug, lubed-up hole. Hiroki winced, his paw falling away, finding purchase on the mattress again so that he had all fours to keep balance again. "Is that too fast?" Tanner asked.

After a second of silence, Hiroki shook his head. "I'm fine," he said after taking breath. "You can try a little deeper." Tanner hesitated, then took the panther at his word, pushing his weight forward again.

Now that he'd gotten himself lined up right, the process was much easier. Tanner found himself sinking deeper into Hiroki with almost frightening ease, having expected far more resistance for a first time attempt. Whenever the coyote slowed down, though, the panther would catch his breath, then either nod or give a nudge back with his hips to encourage the canine to continue.

In everything that Tanner had imagined about what it was like to mount another male, he hadn't been quite prepared for the sheer snugness of Hiroki's backside. It was ironic, considering how often words like

'tight' and 'snug' came up whenever he wrote about the act. The lubrication and the smoothness of the latex made it easy, yes, but even so, the tightness itself threatened to overstimulate the coyote before he even managed to get all the way in.

Tanner stopped while he could still see his own knot. It wasn't fully grown yet, and he knew that he could probably fit it in right now, but he didn't want to risk locking himself to Hiroki just yet--especially not if it also meant accidentally going over the edge before the actual fucking started. "That doesn't hurt too much, does it?" the coyote asked.

"I'm all right," Hiroki muttered. The way he said it made the three words sound like they'd been smooshed into one, and Tanner could feel the tension in the cat's slender body as he breathed and kept his arms stiff and still. "Hold still there for a little bit, though."

The "period of adjustment" was something that usually got incorporated into their roleplaying, too, but the reality of it was something that Tanner actually found uncomfortable and even scary. He was afraid that even the slightest motion in the wrong direction might cause Hiroki--whose tight, tight little body felt so, so good--a world of undue pain. He was even too afraid to pet the feline's back soothingly, something that seemed like it would be a good idea, if he could only muster up the courage to do it.

The sounds of Hiroki's breathing started to meld with the sound of Tanner's own heartbeat, drumming harder in his ears, now. That breathing eased, gradually, and for a few seconds, the coyote was left alone in his head with his pulse. Then, there was a soft, throaty sound, and Hiroki leaned forward.

On reflex, Tanner yanked his hips back, and the panther gasped as the coyote's shaft was drawn free of him. Tanner sucked in a breath of his own as he felt a head-rush from the sudden lack of sensation around his member, and he almost fell backwards, his tail wagging in one last desperate attempt for balance. The coyote then looked down and saw his boyfriend's tail, still hiked, his upper body hunched closer to the bed than his lower body was. Without waiting for approval or permission, Tanner brought himself back into position, using his finger to find the panther's entrance, getting another quick squeak from Hiroki before bringing his cock back to where it was supposed to be.

This time, when Tanner pushed in, it was even easier than before, and even though there was a marked warble of discomfort in Hiroki's airy cry, the coyote recognized it as the good kind. Nestled back into his lover, hip-to-rump, Tanner felt his pulse race even faster, excited for himself simply for having managed to get this

right. "Ohh, there you go, 'yote," Hiroki moaned, further fueling Tanner's pride.

At last there was synchronicity. Tanner and Hiroki were both where they wanted to be, both where the other wanted them to be. That in and of itself made Tanner happy, and it also made him more susceptible to the subtle pleasures that accompanied the more obvious pleasure of having his hard shaft buried in his boyfriend's warm willing rear.

It felt a little

too good, though. Anything like "fucking that pert little rump with near-feral canine lust, driving and pounding his cock back and forth as hard as fast as possible" was completely out of the question. Hell, if Tanner could muster more than a few pumps before flooding the confines of his rubber, it'd be a goddamn miracle. It was nice enough that he was able to embrace the panther--his panther--from behind, sharing in that warmth and closeness without blowing his load.

"You... feel really nice," Tanner said, his head still swimming as his initial rush and panic both began to subside. His paws had found, subconsciously, a pattern with which they were playing with Hiroki's pelt, moving with the grain of the fur. The panther's muscles rippled underneath that touch, his body arching along the spine as the coyote pressed in against the base of his tail.

Hiroki didn't say anything; he just eased forward a few inches, then pushed back. Tanner's paws worked fast to find a grip near the cat's waist, and Hiroki settled into a rhythm, very simple and very slow, taking both his own inexperience and (Tanner assumed) the coyote's sensitivity into account. After a few back-and-forth cycles, Tanner found the rhythm himself, keeping still but breathing in time with the panther's movements.

It was a far cry from the rough, pounding, hardcore fucking that was so typical of Tanner's imagination, but it still felt so much better than masturbation ever could. This was it, the real deal, and if it wasn't perfect, it was nice enough that neither he nor Hiroki were likely to care anytime soon. Trusting himself more, the coyote started to move in response to the panther's movements, pushing in when Hiroki pushed back, pulling out when Hiroki moved away. Together they rocked, with careful simplicity, to a very steady one-two beat.

Well after having lost count of how many beats they'd gone through together, Tanner felt Hiroki's counter-thrust fall short, the coyote's knot having grown big enough that it wasn't going to slip in without forcing it. Tanner missed the next few beats, then, unsure as to whether he should push forwards or not. Hiroki kept pushing back at the same rhythm, but not anywhere hard enough to get the knot in of his own accord.

Being even more careful than before, Tanner worked his hips back and forth, sliding only a few inches of his shaft in and out of the snug grip of Hiroki's rear passage. He was already at the point where, if he stopped, he was still going to get off. "D-Do you want me to?" he blurted.

Hiroki understood the unspoken half of the question. "Try it," he huffed, still pressing his hips back, still backing off before the width of the coyote's knot could actually stretch him.

Unable to even see straight, Tanner decided to just go for it. He pushed forward harder on the next thrust, and, upon hearing Hiroki's pained squeal, instantly pulled back out before the full bulb of his knot could slip all the way in. He felt the rush of orgasm overtake him, and he let out a yelp of his own as he fell back, the back of his head whacking the wooden frame at the foot of his bed after he'd already begun spurting into his condom.

"Oh, god, are you okay?" Hiroki called out, the entire mattress shifting as the panther scampered around on his paws and knees to check on the coyote.

Tanner groaned and rubbed his head. "Are

you okay?" he asked, amazed that he got all of the words out.

"I'm fine," the panther assured him. Tanner felt the cat's paw on his chest, and then in turn felt how hard and fast his heart was still beating. "I just didn't realize how, ah, big you'd gotten." Hiroki touched the coyote's knot through its latex cover, making Tanner squirm with hypersensitivity at the jolt he felt.

"There it is," Tanner said with a chuckle. He lifted his head up, looking at his own cock and knot past the curve of his tummy. "There's your 'yote's knot, in all it's glory." Semen was starting to dribble out from the little bell formed by the base of the condom, seeping into the short fur there.

With another delicate tap of his fingertip against that swollen bulb, Hiroki grinned. "It's actually pretty hot," he said. "This is the first time I've ever actually seen a real one."

"Sorry if I got a little overeager," the coyote said. It was hard to feel apologetic when his own anatomy forced him to stay hard.

Hiroki shook his head. "Don't be," he said. "If anything, I'm the one who was overeager, trying to take you all at once without realizing just how... impressive you are."

"I'm not that impressive."

"Again, maybe for a canine." Hiroki stuck his tongue. "Give a kitty his due, honey."

"Just don't give it to you too hard?" Tanner said, mimicking the feline's gesture.

Hiroki learned down and kissed Tanner on the cheek, then once again on the lips. "Maybe tomorrow," the panther said, making eye contact up close, "we can see how just how hard I can take it after some practice, yeah?"

Tanner's head was fuzzy, fading afterglow making it hard to tell just where his insecurities began and ended. "You wouldn't mind trying again, then?" he asked.

Sitting back on his knees and framing his crotch with both paws, Hiroki laughed. "Trust me, 'yote, I really liked what we did just now." He took hold of the base of his still-hard shaft and waggled it up and down. "See?"

For some reason, it surprised Tanner to see that Hiroki was still aroused. Very aroused, at that. "I do see," he said, pulling the used, messy condom off. He tossed it into the trash bin next to his computer desk. Then he rolled over onto his tummy, feeling much better now that circulation was returning to his brain. "Are you, um... close?"

"Close enough," Hiroki responded. "Did you have something in mind?"

It was typical, thanks to the fact that they'd both be jerking off to the anal sex portion of their online scenes, that the one on bottom (usually Hiroki) would get off before his computer counterpart would, and so the part where the top returned the favor would just get glossed over after both parties had gleaned their primary enjoyment from the encounter. Tanner wasn't going to just leave Hiroki hanging now, though. Since he was already spent, however, his motivation didn't quite sync up with his intellectual enthusiasm for pleasing his parter.

The coyote pushed up off of his belly, then shifted into a sitting position, reaching out with a paw to start stroking the panther off, just like he'd done when they'd just been getting started. Hiroki hadn't been lying about his having enjoyed having Tanner on top of him, as was evidenced by how his shaft was much warmer and much wetter than it had been before. "How's this?" the coyote asked. He felt kind of silly, still, though not nearly as silly as he'd felt about falling over and hitting his head after pulling out a minute ago.

"This is just fine," Hiroki said. Tanner expected the panther to close his eyes and lean his head back in some very feline display of haughtiness and hedonism, but Hiroki actually just watched, and while there was plain satisfaction on his face, it wasn't smug.

Tanner worked his paw up and down, using Hiroki's natural slickness. After a minute or two of that, though, even Tanner could feel that the panther's shaft had turned a bit sticky and dry, and so he reached for the bottle of lube. Using that to replace the panther's drizzle, the coyote brought the handjob back up to speed, and with that, Hiroki did close his eyes.

The minutes continued to pass, though, and Tanner's wrist was getting sore, but Hiroki didn't seem any closer to finishing. The coyote wished he was more inspired to do something other than just move his paw up and down, but being nicely spent himself, his mind just wouldn't go anyplace more creative. Whining in frustration under his breath, he tried to change up his grip. That seemed to get a reaction, however slight, from Hiroki, and not long after, the panther began fondling his own balls while he got jerked off.

"A little tighter," Hiroki said. "And more towards the tip." His black tail curled into view from behind his hip, the tip touching Tanner's naked thigh before it disappeared again. Tanner followed the panther's suggestions, encouraged by the response he got not only from Hiroki's changing facial expression, but from the firm twitch that ran through the shaft held in his paw.

Now, Tanner just tried to pretend that Hiroki's dick was his own, and that he was hurriedly trying to finish jacking off before he needed to run off for class. There was a sound from Hiroki that Tanner couldn't identify as either pleasure or protest, but before he could reach an internal consensus, he felt the first splash of warmth against his paw. The panther tensed up, and he whimpered a strained, "Don't stop," which Tanner was all too happy to heed.

Hiroki touched his paw to Tanner's wrist when it was finally time for him to stop. The coyote went still, first, and then released his grip after the panther tapped his wrist again.

"Uh, here," Tanner said, leaning off the side of his bed and plucking his discarded t-shirt off of the floor. He wiped his paw clean, first, then handed the bunched-up shirt to Hiroki to use. The feline mopped up the mess of lube and seed from his thighs, crotch, and lower belly, then dropped the shirt back down onto the floor.

While Tanner's ears and cheeks were still burning with self-consciousness, Hiroki grabbed hold of the sides of the coyote's face and pulled him in for a kiss, one that the panther didn't allow the coyote to pull away from until after they'd both gotten a share of some tongue.

"That was really nice, 'yote," the panther said, squeezing Tanner's paw after their muzzles had dislodged. "Thank you."

"For what?" Tanner asked. He was still embarrassed, but his wagging tail still beat against the bed.

"For this, silly," Hiroki said. "You're really good at, well, making me feel good." He gave the coyote a peck on the cheek. "So thanks."

Tanner squeezed Hiroki's paw back. "Sorry about the whole knot thing," he said.

"It's fine, honest," Hiroki said with a smile that made Tanner believe him. "We both enjoyed ourselves, didn't we?"

The coyote opened his muzzle to respond, but no good words came to mind, and so instead, he just squeezed the panther's paw once more and kissed him again. "Very much, yes," he then whispered.

"To be honest, I was kind of expecting things to be a little awkward," Hiroki said, and it took all of Tanner's remaining willpower to not laugh out of self-deprecation at that. Hey, if Hiroki was cool with it, Tanner wasn't about to complain.

"You want me to turn off the light?" the coyote asked.

Hiroki winked. "The sooner we go to sleep, the sooner we'll have tomorrow."

"You're bad," Tanner said, keeping his eyes fixed on Hiroki as he stood up from the bed. The feline's playful attitude was almost enough to make the coyote want to try for seconds, but after what they'd just gone through, he wasn't sure he'd be able to take it.

Besides, they still had the entire weekend together.

Tanner stepped over the clothing lying about the floor and made his way to the light switch. He flicked it off, and then followed Hiroki's eyeshine back to the bed, silently praying that he wouldn't trip on the panther's shorts and fall on his face in the dark. He made it back to the bed in one piece, though, and patted his paw around the mattress before sliding in under the covers.

Hiroki's warm, slender body slipped into place alongside his. The two fumbled in the dark as they kissed again, and then the panther cupped the coyote's cheek in a paw. "I'm really glad I finally made it out here," he said.

"Me too," Tanner replied. That was quite possibly the biggest understatement of the evening.

The panther pulled up more of the covers and nestled his head down amongst the pillows. "Good night, 'yote," he said. His eyes closed, then, and Tanner just continued looking at where the outline of the feline's form fuzzily faded away into the surrounding dark before he, too, fell asleep.