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"Are you insane!?"

Theo's grin grows fixed, though the light in his eyes starts to dim. "Am I... What?"

"We're eighteen," Scott huffs, with equal panic to that on the bear's face. "Didn't we... we talked about this... why are you doing this?"

"No, but...Scott, I really want to..." Theo's smile falters completely. "I did think I wanted to at first because... maybe it'd keep the others away, but..."

Scott stares at him, his face flat and hard. Theo takes a deep, sharp breath and continues through gritted teeth. "Scott, I've been thinking so much about all of this. I don't care if you end up fucking Tom or shagging Oscar or whatever it is you want with them. It's just, at the end of the day, I want you to be mine."

"And... and_proposing_ to me is the way to tell me this?"

"I thought I lost you! You didn't talk to me at school, and I know I'm being an idiot," Theo breathes hard, and his gaze is firmly planted on Scott's chest. "And I figured a gesture would... and wow, fuck, this is the worst proposal ever. How the hell did I fuck this up so badly?"

Scott's glare remains for a while, before he bites his lip and snorts. "You're a dork."

Theo looks up again to gaze into Scott's eyes. They both smile faintly, and Theo tries to steady his voice. Slowly he continues. "Scott... we're young, I know we are. We're soon done with our A levels, we're going to college or uni, we're on the precipice of taking our first steps into the world. I know that."

The bear grows steadier, and takes a deep breath. "I don't know what the road will be like. Where I'll go, what I'll do, I can't imagine any of that. I haven't a clue. I want to walk that road with you, though. I_want_ you. I want to spend my life with you, Scott. It's an awful lot of wanting, I know, but that's what you do to me."

"Theo..." Scott whimpers softly. Theo squeezes Scott's paw softly, his eyes alight with love and hope, and the usually large bear looks younger somehow, more excited than Scott's ever seen him. The tension slips from his shoulders as the smile creeps up on him. "Are you sure about this?"

"Never been more certain," the bear says firmly. Scott glances down at the ring in the box.

"You're mental," Scott whispers as he touches the ring with the tip of his finger.

"So be mental with me," Theo urges as hel ays his hand on the box.

"Yeah," Scott nods slowly, his voice deliberate. "Yeah, of course I will."

"Really?" Theo asks breathlessly. "You...you mean it?"

"Of course I do, you idiot," Scott replies faintly as he closes the box with one digit, and he puts it on his desk. Breathless, they look at one another - then Theo pulls him down from the chair. He riddles the wolf's face with sloppy kisses and squeezes him tight in his lap. Scott presses hard against the bear's chest, his arms wrapped around his neck; his tongue works its way slowly across Theo's lips. Fiercely, hungrily, Scott grinds against his bear as their mouths are locked, and his hands tug on Theo's still-wet collar.

"Please tell me you're as horny as I am," Theo moans, his hands already creeping up underneath Scott's shirt.

"Do I even have to tell you?" Scott groans back, the ache in his groin of the sweet. He pushes it up against the bear's belly as Theo takes off his shirt; the bare of his fur rests against the bear's damp pelt. "You're wet."

"It's raining," Theo murmurs into his ear as he throws Scott's shirt on the bed.

"We could shower?" Scott suggests as he nips Theo's cheek. The bear lets out a soft meep and nibbles Scott's ear. "So I can be wet too."

"I would love that," Theo grins. He nuzzles Scott's cheek and squeezes him tight.

Scott limps after Theo as the bear nonchalantly takes off his shirt in the hallway; the wolf grows alarmed as Theo kicks off his shorts and briefs before the privacy of the bathroom. His cock pressing harder against the fabric of his trousers, Scott grins to himself as he closes the bathroom door and locks it. The bear stretches his shoulders and gazes at Scott - who throws his pants in his face.

"You're evil," Theo laughs as he tosses the clothing aside. His member stands rigid, pooled with precum at the head. Scott flushes slightly - as though young again - as he too is exposed, his own cock hard and quivering. Theo's eyes dance down to his groin - then to his leg. "What happened to your paw?"

"Stepped in glass last Saturday," Scott shrugs, as he looks down at the bandages around his right paw. "Don't worry about it."

"But I do worry," Theo whimpers softly as he places his hands on Scott's chest. "Does walking hurt?"

"A bit," Scott nuzzles Theo's lips. The bear kisses him tenderly and with one swoop lifts Scott off his feet; Scott yelps but wraps his arms around Theo's neck nonetheless. He clings to his bear, face buried in the nape of Theo's neck. The shower door closes, and the warm water runs over their faces. Scott revels in the warmth as Theo gently puts him down. Their noses touch, yet Scott splays his ears.

"About Tom," Scott mumbles softly, pressing his forehead against Theo's chin. "And Oscar..."

"What about them?" Theo replies gently. He licks and laps between Scott's ears slowly, and Scott huffs.

"Boundaries?" Scott prods his nose against Theo's throat.

"Like I said," Theo nips his ear and growls playfully. "If you want to snog or shag them, that's okay by me. Just... just don't do a relationship with either. I want you to be mine at the end of the day."

"Are you sure?" Scott buries his face in Theo's throat.

"Positive," Theo murmurs gently. "I'm not going to be that cunt that tells you who you can and can't spend time with. Just...please tell me if you do end up fucking them?"

"Okay," Scott closes his eyes. Theo runs his hand down Scott's spine, splashing water over the wolf's rear. "I love you."

"Love you too," Theo whispers as he gently squeezes Scott's rump. The wolf squeaks softly, suddenly aware of the bearcock pushed hard against his belly, his own nestled next to his orbs. "Theo..."

"Murr?"

"I think... I think I'm ready," Scott whispers, moving so their noses touch. One ear splays as their lips rest against one another, and his tail raises in tandem. He flushes slightly, "For you to... to fuck me."

"Really?" Theo murmurs with a kiss.

"Really."

The bear gently rubs the base of Scott's tail; one finger trails down the crack of his rear. Scott shudders and looks over his shoulder as best he can. The bear mumbles quietly under his breath until the tip of his digits rest over Scott's pucker. Then Theo hoists him up, Scott's cock deep in the bear's brown belly pelt, Theo's member pushing up against Scott's rump. Gazing into Scott's eyes, Theo licks the wolf's lips, and whispers, "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but...I don't want to fuck tonight..."

"N....no?" Scott whispers back, as he paws gently at Theo's shoulders.

"No," Theo smiles, and he presses his lips against Scott's. The wolf moans as his back hits the cold tiled wall. "No, I'd rather snog and snuggle, 'cause I've missed the fuck out of you."

"I'd like that," Scott murmurs.

"Shh," Theo whispers. His arms tighten around the wolf's chest as he brings their lips together again, fiercely, hungrily.

-

The smell of Scott incenses Theo as he takes deep whiffs of the wolf's belly. His own hand is wrapped around his cock, and he paws roughly as he suckles hard on Scott's member. The feel of Scott on his tongue is one he relishes as he laps at the head of his cock, as he bobs back and forth: the tip of Scott's dick on his lips one second, his muzzle buried deep in Scott's crotch the next.

Scott's tongue lolls out of his mouth as his right arm is wrapped tight around the slide bar for balance. He gazes up at the white ceiling, every little crinkle of Theo's tongue adding to the tremble in his legs. Each breath pushes away a bit of the steam in his face, and they grow faster, harder, louder. He clenches the bar tighter and growls.

Theo's pace slows as he gently cups and rubs the wolf's fuzzy orbs, his tongue slathering the shaft and tip vigorously. The growl grows louder as Scott bucks his hips, his left paw pushing hard against the wall. With the urge to howl in his throat, Scott's knees quiver as the first load shoots into the bear's eager mouth. Theo slurps down pulse after pulse of thick white cum, the bitter-sweet taste one he relishes as he swallows every drop given. He slowly gobbles down every thick inch, intent on milking out every last ounce.

"Scott," there is a knock on the door. "Try to save some of the hot water for me too holy fucking shit."

Charles stares at his son and the bear kneeling before him; Theo gags and pulls off of Scott's dick, and he collapses on the ground while he covers his face. Scott's quiet moan rings audibly despite the running water. Then Charles leaves the room in a flash, and the door slams shut.

"Shit, Scott, did you forget to lock the door?"

"Looks like it," Scott sighs happily as his legs give in. With his back against the wall he sinks down to the ground - his member still sticky with cum, the excess drops splashing against the wet, warm floor.

"Why aren't you more freaked out about this!?" Theo asks panicked as he sits upright.

"Should I be?" Scott asks as he rests his arms behind his head. "I find it hilarious, actually."

Theo scrambles to lean against the wall as well. "How?"

"Your parents and my dad have now walked in on us while you've sucked me off," Scott grins as he flexes his shoulders. Theo blinks for a moment, and then snorts with a faint flush.

"Oh fuck," he buries his head in the palm of his paw. He groans and shakes his head. "Remind me to lock the door every time we're alone in a room."

"Every time?"

"Every time," Theo nods, the flush stronger now. "Never know when I get a craving for wolfcock."

Scott grins and blushes as well as he struggles to get up on his feet. The warm water trickles down his back as he offers his cock to Theo. The bear splays his ears and paws at Scott's hips as he laps at the tip of Scott's warm, still-sticky flesh.Careful to clean every sticky inch, he pulls Scott closer so that the wolf's flesh sinks deep into his throat.

-

"Didn't think you'd have two loads in you," Theo murmurs as he slips into his still-warm shirt. Scott leans back on his chair with the box on his thigh.

"Me neither," Scott chuckles, the box tight in his palm. "Dad's not going to be happy."

"I'll apologise, don't worry about it. My fault, after all." Theo jumps into his shorts, and sits down on Scott's bed. "Aren't you going to put it on?"

"It's...it's a bit scary, actually." Scott smiles meekly. "I know it's stupid, but..."

"It's not stupid," Theo says softly as he kneels in front of Scott. He opens the box and grabs the silver band, his other hand grasping for Scott's paw. "I get it... I get that you might be reluctant. I would be. But I... I want you to wear it."

"Okay," Scott nods slowly. The bear beams up at him as he pries the ring from the box. Scott shivers as Theo puts the ring on his hand - it gleams in the faint light, and both of them stare down at Scott's hand. "I love you, Theo."

"I love you too," the bear growls happily as he rises from the floor. He grabs Scott by the waist and pulls him up from the chair, and brings their lips together. Scott sighs softly and leans into the bear, gently licking at his lips long after the kiss has ended.

"We should go downstairs," Scott murmurs.

"Guess we have to," Theo sighs, though he smiles. "I_am_ hungry too."

"No wonder you were that hungry for cock," Scott grumbles playfully. Theo snorts and rubs his face into his cheek as he slowly breaks their embrace - though he does not let go of Scott's hand.

In the kitchen, they find a grumbling Charles, the older wolf grumpily reading on his tablet. When he looks up, he tilts his spectacles and frowns. "Scott, I understand that you're an adult and that you can have your boyfriend over, but for the love of fuck, lock the bathroom door. I did not need to see..."

His eyes trail over to Scott's hand, his expression blank. "You said yes."

Scott's smile falters and he splays his ears. Theo squeezes Scott's hand and nods. "I know we're too young, Mr. Oliver, but-"

"Oh, don't," Charles shakes his head with a weary sigh. "I told you last night. I'm not in favour. You_are_ too young. But if this is what Scott wants then I will respect your decision. You're adults now. Granted, very_young_ adults..."

The old wolf rises from his chair. Though he is scarcely taller than Scott - and a head shorter than Theo - when he walks up to the bear Theo tenses significantly. "Sit down, please. The both of you."

He walks past them, out into the hallway. As Scott and Theo sit down they hear Charles rummage through some drawers. Then he returns and sits down opposite them, and puts a tarnished gold ring on the table. "Oliver family ring," he says simply. "When my grandmother proposed to my grandfather, when my dad proposed to my mum, when I proposed to Julia, it was with this ring. Since you are my son's fiancé..."

"I... I couldn't," Theo protests reluctantly.

"You take it, and you wear it proudly," Charles says flatly. "We've a tradition of claiming, so now you're claimed by my son. Goodness knows that's what I saw in that shower."

Both Scott and Theo flush angrily, yet Theo looks down at the gold ring. "I... I don't know what to say, Mr. Oliver."

"Charles," Charles replies as he slides the ring across the table. "My name is Charles, as well you know. And you can apologise for your impromptu porno scene, and say thank you."

"Sorry for sucking off your son, sir. Twice," Theo replies flatly, stony-faced. Charles grits his teeth and cringes, and Scott snickers. "And for using up all the hot water."

"I did not ask for details."

"No, I suppose not. You saw enough," Theo grins. Charles bares his fangs.

"Careful now," he growls, though there is a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Thank you," Theo says with a bow of his head as he takes the ring. Scott looks too, studying the two paws clasped together at its top; age has treated it well with only a few scratches along the surface. Theo glances at Scott with a grin as he tries to put it on. "...it fits."

"Did you expect it not to?" Charles asks deviously.

"Do I just have freakishly small hands, or do wolves just have large paws?" Theo grumbles perplexedly. Charles throws Scott a grin, and the younger wolf laughs.

"It fits," Scott chuckles, and he leans into the bear. "Doesn't mean much."

"It suits you," Charles nods as he gets up. "I'll cook you two breakfast in a bit, but first, if you'll excuse me."

"You're right," Theo murmurs as he nuzzles Scott gently. "This is insane."

"I know," Scott says faintly as he licks Theo's lips. The bear slides his arms around Scott's waist and pulls him into his lap; he laps back, their tongues dancing slowly before Theo locks their lips together. Scott claws at Theo's chest, and feels the bear stir underneath. Then there is a loud cough, and both of them freeze.

"Scott, I love you, but I would appreciate it if you could do that in private," Charles says by the doorway.

"Sorry, dad," Scott mutters as he presses his head into Theo's neck. The bear still sits petrified.

"Also, we're going to the Ritz today to celebrate your engagement."

"What?" Theo says bewildered.

"I just got off the phone with Doug." Scott looks over Theo's shoulder to see his father smirk, his eyes alight with playful joy. "They'll meet us there at five."

"Wait...Oh no no no," Theo whimpers, his tone exasperated. "Please tell me you didn't do that..."

"It'll be good to catch up with him after all these years," Charles sighs as he moves to the fridge. "I haven't seen him in twelve years."

-

Theo sighs almost angrily as he enters his apartment, Scott close behind with splayed ears. He gestures for Scott to lock the door as he walks over to the couch, and sits down with a grunt. Scott surveys the apartment - a set of beer cans stand on the coffee table next to an ashtray containing two finished cigars. Dirty clothes lay balled up by the bookcase, and in haphazard piles lay several school books. Scott sits down next to Theo and lays a hand on his thigh. "Are you okay?"

"I hate all this formal crap," Theo replies as he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top of his shirt. "Whenever I'm with my parents, I have to get dressed up, and act 'right' and watch my language and pretend to be somebody I'm not."

"You didn't look that uncomfortable," Scott says uncertainly.

"I'm not allowed to," Theo retorts grumpily. Scott looks away and frowns, and Theo lowers his head. "I'm sorry. It's just... my mum's so obsessed with appearances and decorum all the fucking time. Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to be the trophy son at all the big balls and galas and dinners?"

Scott nuzzles Theo's shoulder and the bear leans into him. "Let's just talk about something else," Scott suggests.

"Would you mind if I had a beer and a cigar?" Theo mutters as he grasps Scott's paw. "I really need to unwind."

"I don't mind," Scott squeezes back and nuzzles Theo's chin.

"You're the best." Theo nuzzles Scott's forehead and kisses it softly before he goes to the kitchen. Scott watches as the bear return with a beer and rummages through the humidor on the upper shelf of the bookcase; when he sits down, he scoots the ashtray closer to the table, opens the can and takes a chug. With a sigh he kicks back, putting his feet on the table.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy you are in a suit?"

Theo chokes for a moment as he almost drops his beer. He wipes his chin and looks over at the wolf with a very faint flush. "You might have."

Scott grins and stretches, eyes all on the bear. Theo smiles meekly, his spirits raised, as he reaches for the cutter and the lighter on the table. Shortly after, smooth bright smoke wafts slowly through the air, tobacco with a tinge of earth and...

"Nutmeg?" Scott asks curiously as Theo takes a draw. Wisps fly out from his lips as he exhales.

"Yeah," he replies with a hint of surprise. "I only vaguely started noticing it myself..."

The bear reaches for the beer before he leans back. Scott watches as Theo takes several puffs, then lets the cigar rest between his fingers; in the interlude, he sniffs and takes a sip from the can, content with the revelry.

"You're sexier with the cigar."

Theo freezes for a moment before he turns to Scott. The look of disbelief on the bear's face makes Scott crawl towards him; he places one paw on his shoulder, the other on his thigh. "I..."

Scott starts to rub his thigh, very slowly inching towards his package. Theo bites his lower lip, and opens his mouth to speak. His words are garbled as Scott's lips touch his, hungrily mawing Theo's jaw. The bear moans, tension flowing out of him when Scott's fingers knead against the growing bulge. Then Scott slowly starts to nuzzle down his chin and throat.

"Scott," Theo huffs as he gazes down at the wolf with wide eyes. "Are you about to..."

"Suck my fiancé off?" Scott grins up at him.

"Even if I'm..." He gestures with the cigar. Scott nods as he starts to unbutton Theo's shirt. "Only I've always... it's always been a fantasy of mine. Wait, hold on..."

Theo puffs once and twice before he frees both his hands. One hand slips underneath his trousers; the other one unzips. With some difficulty, Theo pulls his cock out of the fly. It stirs and throbs in the darkened room, and Scott runs a digit down the length. "Oh..."

Scott nuzzles Theo's chin gently as he reaches the last button. He watches the bear eagerly return to his cigar, and he splays out with his back in the corner of the couch. The wolf feels the tension and excitement in Theo's body as he slowly dips his muzzle down to the bear's flesh. When his tongue brushes over the head, Theo shudders almost violently, his throat emitting a large, satisfied rumble. As Scott slowly gobbles down each inch of Theo's member, the bear sinks calmly into the couch - all his tension relieved.

The taste of Theo incenses Scott as his lips touch the fly of the bear's trousers. He licks his lips when he slides off the bear's meat with a sigh of longing. Theo gazes down at him as he draws from his cigar; when he reaches for his beer, he shudders as the wolf goes all the way down once more. Greedily he bobs his head, gobbling down every inch with the occasional glance at the bear - already resigned to the pleasures of his tobacco and beer. A gentle haze falls on the room as the bear coos and growls and moans.

Scott arches his muzzle as he buries his nose into Theo's crotch. The bear lays a paw on his head on his ascent, and keeps his head down as he thrusts into Scott's throat. The wolf grunts and lets his tongue work the side of the shaft, his nose busily sniffing the mix of bearmusk and earth. When Theo lets go of his muzzle he withdraws until the tip rests on his lips. Theo takes a final chug of his beer and puts the empty can on the table; then he leans back with the cigar nestled between his fangs, his arms behind his head.

Scott huffs softly as he unbuttons the top of Theo's trousers. With no protests, Scott pulls his pants down until the entirety of Theo's cock stands exposed. He grabs the base of the shaft gently with two of his digits as he dips his muzzle down to slather the brown orbs underneath. There's a soft grunt of approval from above as Theo exhales another cloud of thin smoke. "Don't mean to break the mood, but I am so..."

"Shh," Scott whispers as he gently nibbles on Theo's balls, while his paws slowly rub his stomach and thighs. The bear leans back again to delight in the moment, though his eyes are fixed on Scott only. With slow strokes Scott's tongue trails across fuzz up to the base of Theo's cock. His lips run along the shaft up to the head, and he eagerly laps up the beads of thick sticky precum formed at the tip. Theo trembles and gestures with his free hand as he draws long and slow from the cigar. Scott presses the length against his tongue as he devours inch after inch, first slowly - then faster in rhythm to Theo's rapidly increasing breaths. Then, as Scott is about to take the entirety into his maw again, Theo grabs him by the ear and arches his back. The first shot hits the roof of Scott's mouth, the second the back of his throat.

Scott suckles hard and eagerly as Theo unloads fast and heavily - the amount so copious drops dribble out onto Scott's chin. The head quivers and flares as Scott's tongue kneads against the dark and impatient flesh. When the bear lets go of Scott's ear, the wolf sinks down to take his all - Theo's endless moan the most wonderful sound in the world. "Oh god, that... that..."

Scott raises his muzzle, wiping off the few droplets of cum on his cheek. "That was good."

"More than good," Theo huffs. He straightens up awkwardly as he takes a few puffs. "That..."

Scott's paws crawl up the bear's chest, and he follows until his muzzle is planted firmly on the bare of his chest. "I love you."

"I love you so fucking much," Theo replies as he arches his head down to lick Scott's ear. The wolf murmurs and squeezes the bear tight, as he basks in the scent of the bear and the room and everything.

"I like the smell," Scott murrs as he tries to lick up to Theo's throat - though he is inches away.

"Me too," Theo huffs as he gazes at the cigar. More than half still remains. "Still got so much left of it though..."

"Going to smoke all of it?" Scott asks as he stretches and gets up on his knees.

"I should..." Theo hums, and he holds it out for Scott - the wolf sniffs and wrinkles his nose. "Want one?"

"Not tonight," Scott smiles. He gazes at the bear, and then his eyes trail down his chest. "You should finish it."

"I do want to cuddle- oh god," Theo squeals - Scott buries his face into the bear's crotch, his tongue lapping over the head of his slowly stiffening cock. "Scott, what are you-"

"You wanted to unwind, so finish your cigar," Scott grins as he gently kneads the bear's thick brown balls.

"Yes sir," Theo whimpers softly. The soft haze of smoke grows thicker still as Theo lays back again, arms behind his head, blind to everything but the taste of earth and nutmeg - the touch and mouth of wolf.