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HH#126

S04E10

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_ ** Fun surprise cover art by** kensukethecat - thank you, ken!_

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Hello dearies!

Welcome to the Hockey Hunk! Third chapter of the week, yay - wouldn't be here without you guys! I am always glad for your feedback - please keep it coming! I am always most pleased to hear your thoughts on the story.

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Alright, so we did eat - quite the lot, in fact, so that my chest was a nice barrel of purrs and my belly felt positively full, but most importantly, when a great portion of the food was gone and napkins had been applied to sugary chins, there was only one thing to do.

My crutches barely made a thump as they fell onto the thick carpet, just enough of a sound to make my ears flick a little as I scooted myself up on the bed and laid down on the side of my good hip, for the best kind of comfort. Victor's smooth chocolate-toned form followed soon after, spread out on the expensive sheets and simply grinning back to me. He smelled fantastic, too, a hint of peaches, chocolate and the wine we had indulged on, and it must have contributed to the tingle in my belly, when our arched knees touched softly between our bodies.

I put my paw onto Victor's chest, and he put his chest over my neck, scratching gently through my mane while he smiled still and grinned at me - his glasses were gone now, left over at the table, so it was just his eyes, looking at me, closing in when he kissed me. My eyes closed and my fingers softly closed around the fabric of his shirt. I could feel the rumble in his chest through my fingerpads, resonant, pleasant, nice and masculine, enough to make me purr in response.

Victor stroked my mane still, pads rubbing against the skin beneath the wispy fur, and I let my purr come freely.

"How're you feeling?" the bedroom Dobie whispered, gazing into my eyes.

I smiled, and pressed my paw gently over his broad chest.

"Pretty good," I replied, then snuffled. "Pretty great, in fact."

"Yay," Victor's ears flicked amusedly.

We both chuckled, smiled, and kissed again, this time with his lips catching my lower one between them and giving it a small nibbling tuck that was sure to make my cheeks warm up as much as my groin did, upon the curious, wet sensation. The lip was left tingling once Victor was done giving me another of those peach-flavoured kisses.

"Though I feel like I owe you something massive for all this," I flapped my tailtip against the bed, close by to Victor's relaxed footpaws.

"You can pay the next time," Victor winked.

I chuckled.

"You planning to make this into a habit?" I proposed.

"Would you mind?" Victor blew me a kiss through the ten inches that separated our muzzles.

"Now matter how great a deal this must've been, I might be running out of my household cash soon," I replied wryly.

Victor smiled and leaned close to catch my lips with another of his little kisses, and didn't make it too little, because he kept it going long enough for me to let my tongue brush his before we finally parted, slightly out of breath and rosy on our cheeks. I was kinda glad for the little space between out bodies, too, since Rory Jr. was definitely appreciating this renewed Dobie-lion interaction a great deal. I wasn't sure whether Victor might appreciate such blatant displays of manly lust just yet, so I wanted to be careful now.

"I know," he rumbled, deep, sexy and low, just the way I liked it, I found out easily, "you don't owe me anything."

I smiled, looking into his earnest eyes, and couldn't help but feel that I did owe him a great deal. Victor distracted me out of it, though, by rubbing his paw down my neck, over my shoulder and then my arm, before that same questing paw dipped onto my side and began to rub me there slowly, a caress if I ever felt one, even if it was slowly moving towards my posterior quarters. I wasn't about to be left out of that kind of fun, though, and rubbed my own paw up and down on Victor's chest, between our bodies that had definitely gravitated closer to one another since our special relaxation time on the bed started. Soon we were kissing again, and Victor's other paw cupped my muzzle, making sure, perhaps, that I wasn't going to escape from the brush of his tongue against my lips and my own, slick muscle rasping against that dangerous Dobieish invader exploring my muzzle so openly.

Our kiss became noisier, more wet, and more enjoyable, too, and somehow, somewhere in between gasped breaths, grins and nibbles, I managed to open the three top buttons of Victor's shirt and slip my paw against his slowly rising, firm chest. The pressure seemed to please him, because he rumbled deeply, and the paw that had been quite gently resting against my potentially sore hip caught my rump not quite so daintily and squeezed down on my rear. The motion pressed our hips and bellies practically flush together and my earlier fears about possibly being a bit too randy with Rory Jr. soon became unfound since a very sizeable bump of Victor pushed against my own belly. Victor's hips flexed and drove him even closer to me, the mutual gaps parting our muzzles. Victor licked his lips, and the touch of his paw on my rump eased into a more gentle one again.

"Sorry," he rumbled, "hope I didn't hurt you...you know..."

"Of course you didn't," I replied, in my own husky voice, which I hoped would please him as much as his rumble was enjoyable to me, "I'm quite...comfortable."

Victor smiled and patted my ass again, which brought on a tail swipe from me, against his legs. Victor's thumb rubbed my cheek, and I could definitely not stop looking at those lips that hovered at a very close, promising distance from my own.

"What do you want to do now?" he whispered.

I knew what my body was telling me to want, and it wanted it right now, judging by the firm throbbing of my flesh, and Victor's seemed to have the same idea. The rest of me was slightly more hesitant. Was I ready for it? Could my body even take it, after being laid off for such a long time? I knew that there was nothing wrong with the basic functions needed, hell no, I'd gone through enough tissues to prove that much, but I still felt...shy...about it. This was looking like it was going to end up being our first time after the accident...first time after the argument, too, and I knew that it would mean a great deal of many things for both of us. I wanted it to be right...I wanted it to be good...I wanted it to be survivable, hell, yeah, we'd been battered up in that accident, it wasn't so simple...or was it now?

"We don't have to if you don't...."

Damn, I must've taken too long to think about it, because Victor spoke again, looking at me damn tentatively now, paws resting still on my body where they had earlier been caressing me. At least he was looking at me yet with those same curious, not to mention, interested eyes that still gazed into mine, hopeful, I knew, hoping that all this was a success and that I had been won over in all the right ways.

Even if I did feel like it was me who was supposed to be proving myself to the Dobie, not the other way around, even if Victor did tell me that I owed him nothing, only a couple of minutes ago. I had to act now, though, and that's why I put my own paw over his muzzle, cupping it, making sure that he'd see me when I spoke, after a soft swallow to lubricate my vocal cords.

"I do want to," I replied, telling him the truth that Rory Junior had betrayed to him the moment my feline sausage found itself wrapped into the hotdog that was Victor, "it's just..."

Victor's ears dropped a little from their usual cheerful angle.

"But something's holding you back?" he rumbled, caution in his voice.

I huffed and felt my own ears fall as I sensed that tension might be renewing itself between us at any moment, now that I was well in the process of spoiling our romantic getaway by getting cold paws at the worst moment possible.

"No," I made a face, annoyed, "I'm just..."

"What's wrong?" Victor's thumb stroked my cheek softly once again, so damn carefully, coming from the hockey hunk who was big in all the right ways, and then some.

"It's just," I rumbled, seriously distracted by that touch that felt all too good, "I'm just...you know...I'm not sure if I'm in top shape yet...uhhh...damn..."

I made another face, knowing that I had spilled the beans now, and I was almost scared to look at Victor now, how he was going to react to this...but he was smiling still, broadly as ever, cupping my cheek and squeezing my chin between his thumb and index finger.

"Well I'm not really up to any bed acrobatics myself," Victor snorted, but the tone was wry, thankfully, "but I wouldn't mind seeing just what we could accomplish...if you want to..."

Hell yeah, I wanted! But I suppose I felt a bit...damn it...vulnerable, like this. And horny, too, hornier than I had felt in ages, too, but I guess that's what you get when you're entangled with a luxury Dobie in a four-star bed.

Damn it, I kissed him and let that be my answer, as much as the press of my hips against his, and by not too much of a co-incidence, that thrust my package into a much more direct contact with Victor's, whom responded with a series of rumbles, mobile paws, and an eager tongue seeking the warmth of my muzzle once again. We traded the kiss back and forth, warmly, wetly, noses full of scent and musk.

"Is that a yes?" Victor asked me, muzzle to muzzle, nose to nose, our bodies thrumming, ready to go.

"Yes, yes," I repeated, even nodding for good effect, my ears in a much more cheerful state now, too.

"Heheh," Victor grinned, his paw massaging my slowly relaxing back again."

"Heh," I replied, breathlessly.

"Can you lay on your belly comfortably?" Victor asked me after we'd spent a few moments goofily staring into each others 'eyes.

My ears perked curiously.

"I sense a hidden agenda behind this question," I replied, poking his chest gently with my pads.

"It's a very honest one," Victor assured me with a boyish grin that I wouldn't have surprised to have seen on Cobb's muzzle rather than his, but I decided that thinking about Cobb while I was planning to have hot gay sex with Victor was not a very good idea.

"Yeah," I said, "Sure I can. The real problem is having any weight on it. That makes it sore, and I'm supposed to be careful with it still."

"And I can't put weight on my arms," Victor replied, "kinda rules doggystyle out of the question, huh?"

My eyes widened a little at his deadpan comment, but then he was smirking again ,and I was smiling, and we were laughing, and kissing, and rumbling, and purring, and holding each other, and I copped a feel of Victor's nice hockey hunk butt, and Victor rubbed the base of my tail in reply, and I felt both of us pulse strongly between our needful bodies. He was really doing a good job orchestrating this sexual encounter, I realised, playing with me, in a good way, and I found myself an easy follower of the Dobie's advances and tricks.

Oh yes.

"Let's get us out of these," the Dobie rumbled, tugging on my collar with his bold fingers. "I'll help you if you need any."

"I can manage," I husked.

It was probably very ungraceful, and it took a while, but eventually we both managed to strip ourselves - and a bit of each other - down - and all in, it seemed, the biggest problem was, despite our recent injuries, that our paws and muzzles were all too keen to seek each other and interfere with the process of getting those clothes off. But we managed, eventually, and soon Victor was sprawled on his back on the bed, over a huge, thick white towel he had gotten out of the bathroom, and I had no trouble lying on top of him, comfortable with my occasionally sore leg like this, with no weight on it at all. I did have paws rubbing up and down my back, and my own were busy feeling every contour that was Victor, and I kissed his neck, and watched his eyelids flutter, rumbles coming out of his muzzle. It didn't even matter that I could see the line of furless pink that was a scar on his side, prompting me to lay the majority of myself on the opposite side, but I didn't want to mention that. I didn't much feel like it, anyway, with the ample distraction of the hot action going on between my fuzzy belly and Victor's more solid, more smoothly furred abdomen. There was plenty of fun friction going on there, with musk in our noses and just enough slickness to keep us going.

"You alright?" Victor asked me, nonetheless, after a few moments of easing into the position and the moment, my eyes looking up to him while he looked down to me.

"Yeah," I managed, chin to chin and cock to cock as we were, his paws cupping my rear, "I'm great..."

Victor ground his hips against mine and made both of us shiver and rumble with delight at the pleasure of the hot pressure and contact between our bare flesh. I pressed down, gently, careful of my own body, careful of Victor, but the daintiness of my thrust was soon countered by the push of Victor's paws over my rump, making the contact as strong as possible. I let out a purr, and felt Victor's teeth attack my fuzzy neck, now, lapping on a spot he found good.

"Aaaaahhhh..."

"Hmmmm...."

My tail swiped the bed, back and forth, slowly, my muscles flexing as our bodies sought out a rhythm, gyrating, twisting and turning as we went through the motions of sex in a most natural manner, despite the fact that all of the essential friction was happening between our bellies, and nowhere more intimate. I could hardly complain. I was simply glad that Victor, let alone anyone still wanted to do this with me still. Everything else could wait, even if being with Victor, lying on top of him, doing this with him was definitely making me want to do a whole lot more as well.

This was good for now, the rub of our bodies, Victor's paws, my paws, everything going back and forth and making me tingle in all the right places. Victor's happy rumbles and cute ruff-ruffs seemed to indicate that he felt the same, just like the fact that his paws were paying an extra lot of attention to my golden-furred ass. It did feel good, even when he ran a thumb between my modest halves and rubbed up against the very base of my tail. I retuned the favour by kissing him with extra fervour, and purring for his pleasure...my pleasure.

"Hmmmm...."

"Hrrmrm...."

So we went, slowly picking up the pace, before Victor, catching a moment's breath between our kisses, lifted his paw from my rump and brought it up to his muzzle. We exchanged a look, and Victor, grinning briefly, lapped his thick, wet, canine tongue over his palm. I watched him still when the paw moved again, between our bodies, and gasped loudly, my upper body pushing itself up propped on my paws, when I felt that newly slickened paw close around not only my shaft, but his own, holding them together in his grip.

"Heheh."

"Oh, God," I moaned in the sensation of the slick heat on me, and I couldn't help but thrust, firmly, into his paw and the warm pulsing heat of his leaking member.

Then he began to move his paw, up and down, and I was shivering again, with the pulses of pleasure coursing through my body, from my sensitive flesh to my spine, everywhere, tingling and feeling so damn good while Victor began to treat both of us to his gentle but firm administrations. I added my own twist to it by thrusting gently, careful with my leg, but I still managed to put some work into it and not let Victor have all the trouble, and of course, there were kisses, and my paws, treating my special Dobie to as good time as we could have, working each other slowly into a pleasurable frenzy.

Victor's own hips bucked slowly, too, contributing another source of pleasure with the soft bump of his knot against my balls, and I was soon feeling better than I had felt in a long time, heated, even, and panting, too.

"Hmmm...pretty...close," Victor breathed out, my eyes snapping into his while our hips and his paw still moved, my own face a scowl of pleasure, I was sure of that, my body poised over his, taut and ready to burst.

"Me too...." I moaned.

"Go..." he squeezed down on my rump with his not so busy paw. "Go on...let's...aahh....go..."

Our muzzles pressed together, just like our hips did, and soon there was more bucking and more heat, pouring between our bodies, in synch with the surges of pleasure that made my tail jump in a victorious curve behind me, trembling against the big, moaning, rumbling, happy-sounding Dobie thrusting against my belly and contributing to the great mess there. With our orgasms, tension was relieved, and I collapsed against his chest, gladly panting against the Dobie's neck, listening to the murring of the big male breathing so heavily because of me.

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