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Fireman's Slippery Pole

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I still felt a bit odd after seeing Matt, a bit...I'm not quite sure how to spell it out, really, but it kinda unsettled me enough that when I heard to clatter of keys and smelled the scent of a freshly showered lion, I was soon up and preparing to tackle him against the rack of coats on one wall of the small hallway.

"Heh..." Daniel purred quite openly when he got a more than eager snuggle from yours truly, my paws rubbing his sides and feeling his paws against my back.

I tilted up my muzzle and gave him a nice kiss, to welcome him home, and then I smiled.

"In case you didn't notice, I kinda missed you today," I murmured, my tail wagging gently.

My lion emerged from the jungle of sleeves and buttons, still holding me, rotating us about so that we stood actually on the hallway now. His smile was warm and pleasant, making me smile, too, still.

"I missed you too," he said.

"Such a shame our next real day off together is only on Monday..." I harrumphed, half in play, the rest...of course it was a genuine feeling. Sometimes schedules were just a total bitch, especially conflicting ones.

My lion kept smiling.

"It's not time for you to go yet, though..." he murmured, paws rubbing my back still, definitely going lower down, too.

I wagged my tail against his big paws and took a nice hold of the collar of his jacket, letting my fingers feel his neck and the soft furs there.

"No..." I replied, "but you're tired after a long shift..."

"I'm never that tired," he husked.

I could name a couple of times when he was, but it seemed inconsequential while he walked himself backwards into the living room with me well in tow by my butt. He swiveled and walked past the couch with remarkably accuracy, and I suspected he might have been using his tail as a tool as a kind of a collision alarm while leading us both into the comforts of the bedroom.

"Hmmmm..."I murmured happily.

The new double bed creaked playfully when he suddenly swapped our places so that he could push me down and land on top of me like a veritable feline rug of purring proportions. It felt good there, even if my footpaws hung over the side of the bed, and his ticklish muzzle was making me want to giggle while he peppered my face with wet lion-kisses. An acrid, gentle hint of smoke lingered upon his furs, I could tell, and that told me he'd gotten into some action today with the fire department, but I decided not to ask about it...not now when we were supposed to enjoy our only chance of some quality time for the next 24 hours or so, I knew.

I wriggled a little, rubbed his chest and let him have his way with me, with all those kisses and nibbles towards my collarbone. I was glad I wasn't wearing any work clothes yet, because they'd be inevitably covered in Daniel-scent before we were done with whatever he had in mind. The way he was playing with my buttons, I suspected he wanted to jump my...hmm...spots...as soon as he possibly could.

It didn't take us long to wriggle out of our clothes - Daniel from his casual shirt and jeans he wore while commuting to work, me still in home clothes that consisted of pajama bottoms and a shirt he soon dealt with - and naked fur soon replaced rumpled cloth. The urgency I felt when skin contact became a fact only added to the excitement of the situation...I mean...who wouldn't want to be simply grabbed and taken to bed by your hunky boyfriend and shown the ropes...well, no ropes here, literally, but still, he was being very much the alpha male this afternoon and it didn't bother me one bit, not when we exchanged some toe-curling muzzle action and especially not when he gently nudged me to my side and shuffled behind me on the bed.

He held me gently but firmly, our bodies rocking in synch, our moans happening when we weren't kissed, my muzzle tilted back to meet his passionately scowling muzzle, and his paws did some things that guys often thought were only meant to be enjoyed privately, as an easy thrill or a substitute...there was nothing like substituting something when he thrust into me and let his big pads and his grip tease every single cubic inch of my most sensitive flesh until I made a complete mess of that paw. His gentle mouthing of my shoulder and the especially firm buck of his hips told me that he was there, too, and I was still glowing in my own pleasure while he had his own. it ended in a deep, hot moan against my neck, and then we were just still, breathing loudly.

"We're gonna need another shower," I mumbled, loathe to move from my position, nestled against his belly and chest, my fingers playing with the back of his big paw resting against the bed, his arm holding me in a warm embrace.

"Maybe I shouldn't have taken one in the first place," he teased into my ear, "you might've liked that...wouldn't you?"

I felt a twitch in my spent doggyhood as the dirtiest part of my brain conjured up a rather feral image of a sweaty lion mounting me in a darkened room. It wasn't dark now...sex could be fun when you saw every single detail, after all. I smiled, mostly to myself, wriggled my backside against his spearing lap, and chuckled.

"I might have," I suggested.

"I'll wash your back," he suggested.

That sounded like a great prospect. We lied together for a few moments more before Daniel moved a paw between our bodies to keep the condom from slipping off himself, and we separated with a little twinge of parting regret from both of us, perhaps. It was only a few steps into the shower, and my lion proved himself to be a man of his words, for the paws that lathered shampoo onto my furs felt as great as the sex we just had.

I slipped into a comfortable T and some boxers, after enjoying teasing Daniel a little, and he made some naked poses to me, and we kissed, and promised each other not to make a further mess, and then we went to the kitchen so that we could both catch something to eat before Daniel would head to bed and I would head to a night shift at the ER.