Teilo and the Desk-Husky
"Teilo and the Desk-Husky"
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are copyright © 2009 K.M. Hirosaki.
Dedicated to and inspired by a certain buddy of mine (you know who you are).
"C'mon."
The whisper made Teilo's small, rounded ear flick. "No," he said, willing himself to ignore it.
"C'mawwn."
Now the tone was both coy and insistent. It was frequently one or the other; less frequently was it both. "No," Teilo replied with more insistence of his own. The otter was determined not to give in.
The otter was determined not to let the desk-husky have his way.
The desk-husky, though, was not to be so easily denied. "Oh, please," he said, again making Teilo's ear twitch. "You can sit there and protest all you want, but we both know you can't ignore me."
"I can try," Teilo said. He still hadn't turned to look; his bespectacled eyes were still fixed firmly forward at his computer screen. Work will drown him out, the otter thought. Work will make the desk-husky go away.
The desk-husky just laughed. "You've tried to ignore me by getting lost in your work before," he said to Teilo. "We both know it doesn't work."
"I can try harder."
"We both know that the longer you try to resist, the worse it gets." The insides of Teilo's ear bristled as the desk-husky spoke. "We both know that you'll just end up wishing you'd given in earlier."
And then, just there, was the touchâ€"the barest touchâ€"of a wet, teasing tongue. Teilo tensed up, his webbed paw clutching his mouse hard, causing him to accidentally highlight a huge portion of his open spreadsheet and copy it over atop another batch of extant data.
The otter didn't need to look in order to envision the smile on the desk-husky's muzzle as he spoke next. "See what I mean?" he said. "You're just going to be distracted, and distraction is just going to lead to clumsiness."
Quickly clicking on the 'Undo' button, Teilo sighed. The desk-husky had a point. Besides, it was Friday, after all.
"Besides," the desk-husky said, "it is Friday, after all."
At that, Teilo finally turned in his desk chair to see the desk-husky, sitting where he was supposed to be on the otter's desk.
As always, it was the desk-husky's eyes that the otter saw first: that icy blue that was always so full of mischief, as they certainly were right now. The prankish playfulness was matched perfectly by the smirk that the canine wore, the curl of his upper lip looking just like the otter had imagined just moments before. His curly tail swished as it wagged to and fro atop the desk, miraculously never knocking anything over or pushing it out of place.
"Aw, c'mon, you," he said to Teilo. "At least pretend to look happy to see me."
Teilo didn't have to try hard to be rid of his reluctanceâ€"not as he let his gaze tilt lower to see just what the desk-husky was wearing. What he was wearing was a skimpy, sleeveless top, a solid black to set off his silver-and-white pelt, cropped so as to show off his midriff. The band of white tummy-fur served as a beautiful contrast barrier between the black top above and the black skirt down below. Yes, a black skirt, vinyl and and shiny, appearing almost to glisten in the office's sterile fluorescent lighting.
The otter adjusted his glasses unnecessarily.
The desk-husky crossed one of his legs over the other; by instinct, Teilo tried to sneak a peek at what kind of underwear (if any) the dog was wearing, but the desk-husky was too quick. "That's a little better," the desk-husky said to Teilo, his quirky smile showing a bit more teeth. "But we'll work on that."
"I'm not sure what there is to work on," Teilo said. "We both know you're not really here."
"And why should that matter?" With that, the desk-husky leaned down, paws gripping the edge of Teilo's desk for balance as he kissed the otter right on the forehead, mussing up the carefully-styled bangs. The scent of husky tingled in the otter's nose, and he tried and failed to suppress a quiet gasp. "Besides, you still can't ignore me."
No, now that he'd given the desk-husky his attention, the otter wasn't going to get it back until he saw things through. "I don't want to ignore you," he said with more of an apology than he'd intended. "You know that."
"So then why do you try so hard?" The desk-husky's paws had left the desk, now, and fell back into place on Teilo's shoulders. Those slender fingers started to rub and knead, coaxing the otter into relaxing further. "What harm is there in letting yourself go along with things?"
"If I always give in to you," the otter pointed out, "I'll never get any work done."
The desk-husky leaned in for another kiss, this time on Teilo's lips. "And yet you do always give in to me," he whispered softly. "Eventually."
This close, the desk-husky's scent was driving Teilo crazy. It was soft and comforting, masculine in a way that no girly skirt could ever hope to hide, and at the moment, it may as well have been everything that Teilo needed. "You make it so hard not to," the otter said. He'd meant for his words to be a whisper, but instead, they were a whine.
"Making it hard is what I do," the desk-husky replied, and before Teilo could chastise him for the cheap comment, he felt the dog's bare foot sneaking down between his legs, pressing up against the front of his slacks, and the subsequent gasp prevented any quick, witty words.
The otter's need was obvious, and both he and the desk-husky knew it. He squirmed in his chair, pressing up against those fuzzy toes, which then splayed obligingly against the bulge trapped behind those layers of fabric. There'd be a damp spot at the front of those pants, soon, and though Teilo often feared that the other canids in the office would be able to smell it from fifty paces, none of them had ever noticed (or, at the very least, none had been so gauche as to call him out on it).
Twirling his chair more to the side, Teilo wheeled himself closer to where the desk-husky was sitting. Their muzzles met again, and this time, the otter was the one to take charge, locking lips with the tender and helpful canine as those toes continued to help his arousal along. With his self-consciously presently checked at the wayside, though, the otter made no attempt to fight it.
The desk-husky had always been a good kisser, even if the two of them didn't kiss much. Teilo wasn't sure why that was, but at the moment, there was no good way to ask. He'd just enjoy it for now, relish the infrequent opportunity, and then probably forget all about any follow-up by the time they were both done. The desk-husky would want him to live in the now, anyway.
Teilo set one of his paws on the desk-husky's hip while his other paw stroked over the smooth vinyl skirt. Curiosity soon got the better of him, and he let his fingers slip underneath it. When the desk-husky then shivered briefly, but didn't urge him away, the otter slid his paw in deeper, feeling along the soft fur of the dog's inner thigh before his fingertips brushed against silk and a frilly edge. A whimper reverberated into the otter's muzzle, indicating the briefest break in the desk-husky's composure.
Despite what he might think (or might want Teilo to think), he wasn't always in total control.
Feeling more assertive and encouraged thanks to his own actions, the otter let that momentum carry him further. He snarled lustfully into the kiss, sucking hard and hungrily on the desk-husky's tongue as his invading paw crept deeper into the hidden confines of that plastic skirt, the webbing between his fingers catching against the obvious erection jutting up right where it was supposed to be.
Already, the desk-husky was fully hard. He was long and smooth, thick without being too thick, and leaky enough that the silk panties clung in place. The otter's fingers stroked up along the underside, then around the tip, and then down either side. With each new touch, the desk-husky squirmed, occasionally trying to wrest his muzzle free of the otter's hungry lip-lock, but just as the desk-husky would not be denied this attention, so too would the otter not be denied what he wanted.
That is, until the desk-husky finally mustered the right combination of strength and wherewithal to pull free, leaving both him and the otter to gasp in tandem. The scent of the canine's arousal was overpowering Teilo's, now, at least insofar as the otter's own nose was concerned. With the barest amount of hesitation, the desk-husky recomposed himself and reached down to take hold of the otter's wrist and tug that naughty paw away.
"Now, now," the desk-husky chided. "Let's not make this about me. This is about you."
The otter allowed himself a smile, even though he could tell it was lopsided and not entirely convincing. "And what if this is what I want to do?"
But the desk-husky was already sliding off of the desk, one foot pressing squarely against the otter's chest in order to push him and his wheeled office chair back. "Don't be silly," he said as he slunk down onto the floor, onto his knees. "I'm here to get you off." He then began to crawl underneath the desk, tail wagging and on display before he scooted back around. "After all, you're the one who's really here."
It felt weird to hear the desk-husky be the one to acknowledge that, but as Teilo looked down into that little alcove beneath his desk, into those bright blue eyes that were gazing right back up at him, his arousal surpassed any brief, fleeting awkwardness. "I won't argue with that," the otter said as he wheeled his desk back into position, his feet to either side of the desk-husky's knees.
"No more than you usually argue about anything," the desk-husky countered as his paws went to the otter's belt. Those slim, blunt-clawed fingers teased at the shiny buckle for a few seconds before prising it open and unthreading the belt itself.
With Teilo's belt undone, his slacks were soon to follow, skilled fingers taking just enough time to draw out the experience without prolonging it to the point of frustration and annoyance. The desk-husky toed the line pretty closely, though, and just when the otter was about to murmur something to get him to hurry things up, he felt the warm caress of fuzzy fingers, then the warm caress of an exhaled breath, and then the warm caress of the devilish little tongue that had started him down this path in the first place.
Though the desk-husky was quick to get his tongue into the picture, he was in less of a hurry to bring his lips and muzzle in to follow. No, now that he had the otter wrapped around his finger (well, technically, he had his fingers wrapped around the base of the otter's cock), he was seemingly content to enjoy himself by simply using his tongue to lick and flick. So much for this not being about you, Teilo thought to himself.
"Hey, it's got to be fun for me, too," the desk-husky said in between a pair of longer, slower slurps up the base of the otter's shaft. "You wouldn't be enjoying it nearly as much if weren't."
Teilo reached down beneath his desk, planted his paw squarely between the desk-husky's ears, and pushed the dog's snout down in between his thighs, chin bumping against his balls and cold nose pressing in right against the root of his shaft. A brief chuckle wafted up from down under the otter's desk, muffled and awkward, and then those teasing licks resumed. The otter leaned back in his desk chair, arms slumping off to either side of the arm rests, his long, thick tail hanging nice and limp as he sighed in borderline-hedonistic satisfaction.
He let himself get used to that tongue-only treatment, and he was worked up enough that his precious, precious desk-husky had no shortage of drizzle to lick at all the while. The otter's webbed toes curled up as the desk-husky began to pay more attention to the tip of his dick, a pair of warm and soft lips starting to teasingly rub and brush against it, as well, without ever actually parting. He could feel the tricky little canine's taunting chuckle, even if he couldn't hear it.
Damn, though, this was getting to the point where it was going to be hard to stay distracted. A quick glance at the monitor let Teilo know that several new emails had come in since he'd consented to giving his attention over to the desk-husky. Were any of those mails important? He could reach over and click and check, just to see if they were important. That's all, just a look, no actually work, justâ€"
The desk-husky showed the otter what he thought of that idea; that hot little muzzle slid right down, slippery lips closing down nice and firm around the midpoint of the otter's shaft. A tight gasp of a moan escaped the otter's throat, his paw balling into a tight little fist before he could finish grabbing for the mouse. The lips around his dick curled up into another self-satisfied smile, and then the sucking began in earnest.
Really, Teilo wasn't the kind of otter to ever turn down a good blowjob, and the desk-husky took "good" to a whole new level. It seemed silly to think that there'd ever be a part of him that would willingly turn him down, regardless of whether or not it was the middle of a busy workday. ("Fridays aren't busy for you," the desk-husky would have said, had his muzzle not been full of cock.)
That hot, familiar snout bobbed up and down, suction providing friction, lips and tongue providing more slickness. Sometimes the desk-husky stayed nearer the otter's leaking tip; sometimes, he preferred to go as deep as he could. At no point did the desk-husky ever seem bored, and at no point did the otter feel any need to reach out and adjust the dog's angle or criticize his technique. No, what the desk-husky was doing was perfect, was always perfect and was, by very nature, incapable of being anything but.
When Teilo's phone started to ring, he wasn't the least bit tempted to pick it up. On the second ring, he felt the desk-husky smiling again, both of them fully aware that the otter was just going to let it go to voicemail. Perhaps out of reward, the desk-husky took one of his paws and started to gently tease and tug at the otter's balls. Usually, the otter didn't even like that sort of attention, but when coming from a canine who was incapable of wrongdoing, well, he wasn't going to say no.
The phone stopped ringing. A few seconds later, the otter's inbox flashed to show that he did, in fact, have a message. Teilo just spread his thighs further apart, giving the desk-husky's muzzle and paw both more room to work and do their thing. At this rate, it wasn't going to be long, anyway.
Oh, the silky luxury of that talented tongue! Those short, huffed-out breaths coming from that damp, wet nose that only occasionally bumped against the fur of the otter's crotch. The tiny, grazing pricks of teeth against hard, sensitive flesh, just enough to ensure that the otter stayed alert without letting the pleasure turn into a uniform, mindless haze.
No, it wouldn't be long, now. Not at all. Teilo just needed to will himself past that last step, to let his body surrender to the desk-husky's ministrations just like he had long ago surrendered his mind to the same. He just needed to go that last tiny step, and then he couldâ€"
"Hey, Teilo, come on over here." The otter's coworker, the badger in the section one over from his. "Can you explain where you got your numbers from on this?"
Ordinarily, this would have thrown Teilo completely, but thankfully, this time, he was already over the threshold, had already gone past that critical point of no return. "Yeah, just a sec," he called back, the last word bitten off to silence his gasp as he gnashed his teeth together and grunted. Less than a second later, he heard the desk-husky's muffled squeak of surprise as the otter flooded the inside of his muzzle, emptying out in long, hard, sticky spurtsâ€"spurts that would probably have been hard enough to make anyone less-practiced than the desk-husky sputter and gag and spill.
Despite the copious, forceful climax, the otter came back down to earth with all the suddenness of hitting a wall once it was all over. He scooted his chair back, grinned down at the blue-eyed desk-husky (who was already dutifully closing the otter's pants back up), and then started to rise to his feet. "Just one sec," the otter repeated as he walked right on past the badger. "Lemme just hit the bathroom real quick."
Teilo came back from the bathroom quickly, and helped sort the badger's problem even more quickly. Then, the otter trotted back to his cube.
The desk-husky was sitting back up on top of the desk, still wearing the skirt and half-top, his bare feet kicking idly as his tail again wagged without knocking anything over.
"You're still here?" the otter asked with a smile as he took his seat again. He cracked his knuckles, stretched his webbed fingers, and then went back to the keyboard.
"I thought I might stick around," the desk-husky replied, his toes brushing the otter's side just below the ribs.
The otter laughed. "I don't know how interesting it's going to be," he said. "It's just work, after all."
"Yes," the desk-husky agreed, "but now you've got less than three hours left. Closer to two and a half, really."
Checking the tiny clock in the corner of his computer monitor, the otter chuckled. "So it seems," he said.
"You're welcome."
Turning his head, Teilo looked back at the desk-husky, who was just idly buffing his claws against his chest. "You're really going to just stick around and sit there?"
"Maybe," the desk-husky replied. "I thought I might look over your shoulder and watch you work for a little bit."
The otter poked the desk-husky in the stomach. "Yes, but you're not really here," he pointed out.
The desk-husky merely cocked his head to one side, grinned, and winked. "And why should that matter?"