Steam and Snow: an experiment in pleasure
I noticed the first time I submitted a story: that Yiffstar has EVERY category covered, it's quite astonishing. That is why I deem to create a new category, "Temperature Variation" and I urge everyone to write one story with that as a theme - let's see if we can make an entirely new kink! ;)
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Haul giggled as he looked out the glass-paneled doors at the lightly falling snow in that vast garden. The fox's tail swished from side to side, protruding from that single fluffy towel he wore round his waist.
"Oh this is definitely going to be very fun," he thought to himself, slyly.
With bristling bleached-red fur, the fox opened the door and felt the warmth of the fire escape the room almost instantly, and truly he knew how cold it actually was.
With soft velvet-like foot pads he crept into the snow and shut the door - now truly, he was at natures cold mercy - he savored the feeling of the petrified water between his claws and scrunched his toes around to get a better feel. Feeling satisfied, Haul held firmly onto his towel and shot across the garden at high speed, those erect nipples attached to his lithe frame swaying with the movement of his body - sometimes catching snowflakes that melted and ran down his fur.
Panting, the fox pushed open the wooden door of what seemed like a fairly modern shed, and after his running escapade - the room felt like the fires of hell itself.
Frigidian looked out at the fox across the steam and waved, "I see you finally dared the tundra," the Arctic Wolf said, a small taint of a Finnish accent only sensually increasing the melody of Frigidian's voice.
The Fox only stuck his tongue out, removing his towel as he jumped across the steam room and settled himself snuggly into the arms of his strong partner. The strong wolf only grinned at this rampant lechery, and adjusted his sheath to fit snuggly into the crevice of the of the fox's slim but defined buttocks. Haul only sighed lovingly and cocked his head to look at his lover, nipping at the arctic wolf's bleached-aqua ears playfully.
"I think the heat is getting to me already," the wolf cooed softly, "it's feeling stuffy in here."
"You had to choose the top bunk," the fox rebutted slyly, "ever heard that heat rises?"
The wolf began to pant under his breath lightly to cope with his lack of sweat glands, it wouldn't have mattered if he had anyway, the water stuck to his aqua fur and made his entire muscled body one damp wolf for his fox-friend to spoon.
With one large hand the wolf began to play with the fox's balls, rolling those small, wonderful orbs between thumb and forefinger, cupping the sack in this hand, sometimes tugging playfully to get the fox's testes to stop hugging his body after that powerful cold spell. Haul only smiled at this as his member began to leave the small confines of its sheath, lying limp across his lap, oozing a small glob of translucent precum onto Frigidian's hand.
The fox felt his other's cock began to engorge and press into the small of his back, he began to feel dizzy, he loved the heat! He loved how it made him feel, he loved the hottest days where he could lie naked in the sun's glow, he loved the sound of heavy panting of parched furs, and he loved the humid atmosphere that made his cock feel as if it was on fire! The fox found the best of times came on the hottest of days.
The Arctic Wolf smiled lustfully in a dream-like haze as he took the fox's, limp, crimson red member in his hand and began to stroke that sensitive tool softly, his own cock swelling and rising in the heat, rubbing between the wonderful velvet-like folds of the fox's crack. Velvet, as soft and wonderful to touch as the rest of Haul's voluptuous body. Frigidian couldn't help himself as he began to roughly lick the warm, damp crevice of the fox's neck, moving from the neck to around the ear and further, exploring the Fox's subtle crevices with his tongue while his other hand began to dance across the rest of the orange-coloured fox's body, brushing against his frim small chest - those soft wonderful nipples - the wolf couldn't resist, he began to tease them, trying to get them back to their previously hard state.
"Oh Frigi," the Fox moaned as the arctic wolf deftly caressed his body. Savoring the feeling of the wolf's now sizable member humping his fur. The fox raised his head and moaned as he felt Frigidan's callused hands run up and down his stiff spike.
Without warning the fox removed that strong arm from his crotch, squatting over the wolf's legs, instructing his lover to lie flat on his back.
Frigidian grinned, guessing what was to come - he closed his eyes and felt that ever-familiar-feeling penetrate his mouth, the fox was smaller than average even for a vulpine, but the wolf was not a size-queen and he absolutely loved the fact he was able to envelope the bottom side of the fox's cock with his tongue. The wolf moaned as he found himself with the same treatment, feeling Haul's thin foxy muzzle fit over his throbbing, veiny wolf-meat with surprising dexterity.
The Arctic-Wolf moaned into his lover's dick and bucked his hips, while the fox deftly darted his tongue across that oh-so-sensitive opening while bobbing up and down.
With large hands Frigidian grabbed the wolf's slender ass-cheeks and tried to retain him in position, his fingers digging into the crevice where his cock had left a sizable amount of pre-cum. With his crotch firmly in place, Haul began to writhe and moan into his lover's cock, while the wolf roughly licked all over his member, creating a pleasure so intense in his sensitive fox-cock it was almost painful, a pleasure he was trapped in as those muscled fingers kept him firmly locked in place.
As much as the Arctic wolf would have loved to have kept this session going - the heat was becoming too much for him, he felt itchy, out of place, he needed to cool off. Then slowly a wonderful, terrible idea entered his head. Frigidian intesified his licking, making sure he left no nook or cranny uncovered, giving the fox a thorough coating in saliva. By the time the wolf removed Haul's crotch from his face, it was positively dripping with saliva that ran down the wolf's muzzle in thick trickles.
"Let's go outside," the wolf said.
"Outside?" the Fox asked confused, his brow furrowing; but he complied anyway.
If the outside was cold before, it felt deadly now to the fox, and his thick, spit-covered cock felt as if it was burning in the cold breeze.
"Fuck it's cold, I think icicles are forming on my dick," the Fox grumbled, hugging onto the wolf's side to at least keep some degree of warmth.
To Frigidian, it was invigorating - it was wonderful, it made him feel centered, like the beacon of heat amongst all this freeze. It made him feel sharp and alert, and alive.
The Arctic Wolf only gave the fox a deep, long kiss and then - lovingly, but roughly - bent him over the snow.
The fox grimaced as he felt his hands and knees hit the snow, instantaneously going numb and sending shots of a quick yet dull ache up his arms and legs. "Fuck," the fox thought, "why does my cock feel like it's on fire at minus a-billion?!"
Suddenly the wolf felt his lover's massive cock pressing into his tail-hole, rubbing around his quivering pucker, spreading copious amount of precum around his anus.
Haul moaned as he felt Frigidian's member poke his awaiting ass, it felt so warm, so wonderful, it was a source of heat, and so right, he tried to back into it slightly, to share more of his lover's wanton warmth.
The wolf grinned, the snow giving him a more dominant streak as pushed forward, arms strongly holding the fox's chest close to his own. The fox gave a small shriek, a half between an "ow!" and a "yiff!" as the veiny cock pushed past his pucker and into his accepting body, his nipples stiff and erect as Frigidian continued to play with them.
The wolf began to thrust back-and-forth with aggressive priority, his tail swishing from side to side almost as violently as his thrusts - increasingly turned on by the timid, wonderful, sexy noises Haul was making with each gyration of the hips.
Without thinking the wolf touched the fox's dick to give him a few sure strokes - with a hand that had been balancing him in the snow for a good few minutes - giving Haul the shock of his life, letting out a very loud "YIFF" off surprise. Shots of pain and pleasure blinded the fox in confusion, instantly softening his member to a flaccid state, but also sending him into a powerful orgasm, globs of wonderful pearly white cum firing all over the camouflaging snow. The wolf - spurred on by the fox's moan of shock -gave it one last deep thrust and soon came inside the fox's lush behind, a small growl emanating from his muzzle as he bit into the vulpine's neck dominantly.
They both collapsed into the snow, caressing each other playfully to share their bodies' warmth, tails entwined as they giggled, panting and exhausted, wet and cold, but contented.
Eventually after what seemed a wonderful eternit of deep kissing and rubbing, they stood up and hand in hand - naked as the day is long - walked slowly back towards the house.
Haul and Frigidian. Warmth and Cold. Summer and Winter. Entwined. Lovers.