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It's her boyfriend's wrist that Tettus watches. He picks a thin leather bracelet and slips it around his fingers, stretching it past the fur of his slightest knuckles until it bends into the perfect place around his slender arm. He lifts the lapis leather to his shirt, bends back his wrist, twists it around, and inspects the color he's chosen against the rest of his form. Tettus watches the flutter, the little drift of his eyelashes as he tilts his chin and pulls back his gaze.

Tettus smiles at the show Glastinus doesn't know he's giving. He has a way of nearly arching his back as he inspects his fashion sense, a fold rippling down the side of his shirt as he reviews himself. Through the pair of fitted joggers that he never jogs in, Tettus can see the muscle in his thigh shift upward as his knee twists inward, his ankle tips forward.

But Glas slips the bracelet off and tosses it back into their catchall. He picks up a black strap instead and sighs, "What about that Achetree film that just came out? It looks pretty good. They've got a good film scene over there lately. We could go see that."

Tettus sets down the television remote and clasps her hands around her pantsless legs, nuzzling her cheeks over her knees. "Which movie?"

"Only Gods Forgive."

"Oh, yeah, I've heard of that one. It sounds pretty good."

"So you want to go see it?"

Tettus curls her toes over the edge of the couch and smiles wider. "I do not."

Glas looks back to her with the kind of frown a canid his age isn't supposed to make anymore. Black spots of all sizes dot his white coat all over, but his boyish pout is marked by a perfect black circle over the left of his mouth. The pout shines equally from white and black lips like through some kind of preternatural gloss. But he doesn't wear any. So he says.

He really doesn't, though. He'd share if he did.

"It's our first day off together in weeks," Glas says with those comfy lips. "Come on. Don't you want to go somewhere?"

"Not while it's raining," Tettus says.

Glas turns to the window like he doesn't hear the rain splashing in the gutters outside. It's raining bullets. They could probably die out there.

Looking back to Tettus, he says, "It's not that bad. Come on."

"You come on," Tettus says. "Watch a movie here. Sit with me. You don't even like going out."

"I like going out with you," Glas says.

Tettus strums her fingers over her knees. "And that's the sweetest thing in the world when you say it, but I don't wanna go out right now."

Glas pulls off the black strap from his wrist and frowns back at Tettus. "You deserve a break from being cooped up in the office on your computer so long."

He nods at Tettus's own wrist that's wrapped in a plaster cast. Tettus tuts and waves him off stiffly, then rubs her more flexible hand over the cushion beside her, saying, "Not working is break enough. Now come sit down with me and we can do something here."

Glas's pout remains unfazed. He still doesn't get it. Subtlety is Tettus's own mistake.

She lifts her hand back to her knee and lowers her gaze, grin growing slimmer and tighter. She says, "If you come sit down and give me one minute, I can offer a compelling case for staying in."

Glas wavers. He eases off his frown and shuffles over to the couch, leaning himself down beside her. Reaching his arm over the back of her side, he says, "What do you want to do?"

Tettus shifts her knees down, pushes her legs toward him, and leans her hands into his chest. She closes her eyes. Tilts forward. Presses her lips over his.

She kisses him gently, slowly. Quietly, and yet the sound of their touch fills her. Her mouth opens over his, her skin drawing in his, nursing her tongue past his lips. The softness of his body invites her deeper. She nestles just inside him, teasing his tongue as she tastes sweet tangerine upon it.

But Tettus drags herself away the next moment and squares her gaze with Glas's. He looks back to her, mouth hanging open a moment under his stare.

"Oh," he says.

Tettus smiles. "Yeah?"

Glas smiles. "Yeah."

Tettus shoves her lips back to him, her tongue slipping wet over his, pressing their faces deep together. Her nose presses against his cheek and her breath catches in her nostrils, a haze obscuring her vision as she lets her eyes close. Her tongue speaks without words upon his. Just the softness remains.

She raises her hand to his cheek, guiding herself closer to his taste. Glas presses a hand over hers. He caresses her touch in his, strokes her fingers even softer, cradles the sensations they give to each together in secret nerves.

Tettus pulls her lips wider and breathes in, accepting Glas as his tongue glides over hers. Her fur shivers as Glas presses his other hand to her shoulder, sliding himself over her sheer sweater, brushing through the nape of her fur until he's caressing the skin beneath. His touch swims through her spine and lights up the taste of his tangerine as it fills her throat, her lungs. His touch lasts within her.

Tettus pulls away just barely, a bead of mutual spit carrying with her, twitching apart as she breathes again. Glas leans forward still, holding back as his gaze flits from her eyes to her lips to beneath. Tettus strokes his cheek with her thumb and grins through the warm haze in her mind, but she keeps away.

"Wait a second," she whispers.

She twists at the hip and leans back, grabbing the remote behind her, then takes Glas's hand again and wraps the remote in it.

Glas straightens his face and raises his brow, saying, "This--uh, this won't fit anywhere."

Tettus lays her hands back upon his chest and says, "You wanted us to watch a movie."

She pushes him over his armrest, leaning him down onto his back, and lowers with him. Tettus looks him in the eyes as she slides herself down between his legs, winds her arms over his thighs, and sneaks her fingers under the elastic hem of his joggers.

"Pick whatever you want," she says. "But I'm in the mood for something long."

Glas leans up from over the edge of the couch and smiles back toward Tettus without the same oomph behind his eyes. He tuts like regular, "You could have come up with better."

Tettus harrumphs. "Just pick us a movie."

"Oh. The movie wasn't just a sexy thing you wanted to say?"

"It was not. Now start flipping."

Tettus tugs down Glas's pants without further pause. His erection springs loose upon her cheek, tapping her tuft with a wet strand of precum. She places her fingers gentle and loose around his base, brushing away the shaggier fur from his skin, and smiles upon what's grown for her. The strand wraps and dangles over her nose as she stares his mess down, lifts her tongue, and licks it up.

Glas grunts, and Tettus perks her ears forward. It's his version of a moan when he's trying so hard to concentrate on something else. The sound agrees with her.

She opens her mouth wide and pushes her tongue against his dick, spilling long globs of her drool over the glans before she hugs her lips together and draws him into her mouth. She presses down and sucks up the mess, pulling his foreskin lower as she tickles the softest skin underneath. She twists her face like during their kiss and meets her lips across his shaft with the same breathless grace.

A hand touches her ear, cuddling the thinner bristles just over her cheek. Tettus pauses her journey at the middle of Glas's cock and looks up to him. He gazes back to her through soft eyelashes enthralled by her own gaze, his mouth hanging open in breaths that match her beat. The remote barely hangs in his other hand as he scrolls by the channels without a glance as to what he's flipping through.

"Um--" he says, struggling against the moan under his throat, "uh--what are you in the mood for?"

Still looking into him, Tettus draws back up and slides her lips tight around the spit and spill, sucking it all back to a perfect sheen over his dick, releasing Glas's slightest moan. She laps her tongue over his tip and mutters, "Action movie. Hot. Fast. Loud."

Glas's fingers shudder in her fur as his shoulders sigh backward.

"I can't--"

He pulls in the breath he needs as Tettus keeps massaging his glans.

"--I still can't tell if you're being sexy or serious."

Tettus tips her mouth up and away from his dick, tonguing another strand of their mixed fluids. She adjust herself and taps a finger to her chin, saying, "Okay, something romantic. Maybe cheesy. Is Crazy, Stupid, Dove on right now?"

Glas pulls away his hand and shoves his elbows over the armrest, propping himself up, focusing directly on the television as he says louder, "Let's find out."

"Thanks," Tettus says. "You just keep your eyes peeled for it, okay?"

She shifts onto her side and snuggles closer to him, her bare legs warming instantly as she twines them against one of his. Her ankle bends over his heel and their toes curl together. She feels the firmness reach outside her chest.

Tettus sneaks her fingers back under Glas's pants and tugs them further down, nestling her cast in the plush of his thigh, her immobile fingers grazing over his tightened sac. Her other hand slides to his stomach, spreading her touch between his cotton shirt and silken fur. The black of her nostrils slip over his precum as she slides her lips over his shaft, widening herself around his girth, contouring her mouth to his shape.

Glas's ribs tighten in another moan as he gasps to contain the rest. Tettus tucks her ears halfway back over her head, another tightness beginning in her as she softens to his sounds. She wraps him in her gentlest kiss and sucks him down.

"Oh, god--"

Glas's voice quivers for her. His toes shake under Tettus's. She stares soft but unblinking upon him and slides over all his nerves at once, contorting around his full length, pressing her throat over his ooze. It's his quivers and shudders that excite her, whet and wetten her. She watches his weakened gaze as he still looks only to the television, panting, struggling against her release of him.

"I-don't-think-it's-on," Glas hisses in a single gasp. "I don't think--I don't see it anywhere."

Tettus keeps him inside her as she grins around his girth. She pulls her hand out from under his shirt and presents it flat, snapping her fingers toward the remote.

Glas stretches it into her grasp. Tettus flings it over her shoulder.

She sucks him back down and he sinks like a puddle over the armrest. He still looks back to her, neck straining, his bright brown view set wide in transfixed awe of everything she's doing for him. He throbs inside her mouth, but it's her eyes he can't pull away from.

Tettus watches him, too, as she bobs up and down over his cock at its hardest. She feels his hot skin slip barely up and down as she slides just as tight over his length, her lips coated to a shine in the fluids sopped over him.

Glas lifts his fingers to her face again, stroking her looser than before. His thumbs tremble over her folded ears as she brushes past them again and again. His sac twitches in the grasp of her cast and his shoulders melt back. He moans, "Fuck, it's coming--"

Tettus rises to the tip of his cock just as his semen comes thumping through. She closes her eyes to the sweet, slippery tangerine as it rushes over her tongue and fills her sense of taste. His semen swirls around her cheeks, his hands still caressing her from the other side, and she sucks so nicely on his dick for the last tastes of him.

Then she slips off of him, sucks the last string of his cum into her lips, and swallows. She slides a clean tongue over her mouth.

"Tangy. Any seconds?"

Glas's gasps for air are his response. He leans his head back over the edge of the couch and lowers his hands to the cushions, just his chest still thumping. Tettus stretches upright and flexes her back, groaning through the stretch, "I'ma think you're just exaggerating like that."

Glas tilts his neck forward again and looks back at her through an easier panting now. He says plainly, casually in a way only he can say, "I don't know how to exaggerate that."

She knows. But it makes Tettus smile to hear it. She scootches a little farther out of the way as Glas grunts and pushes himself back into the seat proper, tugging his joggers over his penis and whatnot again.

"Watch your cast," he says.

Tettus cocks her brow. "Huh?"

Just as he finishes robing himself, Glas shoves Tettus back over her side of the couch, thudding her soft against the cushions. He wraps his hands around her hips, but instead of drawing in, draws her up. He drags her torso closer to him and hoists her thighs into the air, half her body lying bent below him, her sweater dragging all the way down to her attentive breasts as he settles her legs over his shoulders.

Tettus giggles in his sway even as her toes curl behind him. Her upper torso rests deep against the couch and her gaze is stuck upon Glas's, who peers down at her just inches from her damp cotton and barest, wet fur. She twines her hands together over her stomach, grinning slight, eyes thin and waiting.

"Getting creative now?" she whispers through her teeth, breathing harder than matches her voice.

Glas sinks his way further down her hips as he pulls her closer into him. He nuzzles his chin above her panties, smiling again through the perfect black spot over his lips.

"I doubt it," he says. "You know me. I'll stick to the classics."

He leans forward still, pressing his fingers deep around her hips and kissing the sharp breaths below her stomach. Tettus hisses in, then sighs out as Glas guides one hand down her bare slope, curves over her soft arms, slips his sensitive fingers underneath her sweater, and pines for her breasts with a heat only matched by the skin and fur he meets in his full grasp.

Tettus tenses hard over him in her next sigh and Glas pulls his lips back up to her leg, spreading his mouth open over her. He draws out a vulnerability under her skin to the wet sensation of his tongue, draws out a spreading warmth he gives and maintains.

"That's pretty good..." Tettus says, still in control of her own wavering as she rocks gently to his beat.

Licking her back down, Glas tilts his face closer over her panties, slipping his chin under the gem as he says, "Not yet it's not."

Tettus lowers her hands to the cushions, digging into the plush as she gasps, "It's not a competition, you dumb--silly."

Glas's tail arcs back and forth past him. He presses himself down and says through his hottest breath upon her, "It is now."

His tongue engulfs her clitoris in one wet swipe. He embroils himself over her as Tettus bucks her shoulders hard into the couch, opening her smile to a long, rightful moan. Glas closes two fingers around her nipple at the same time, rocking her chest back and forth with his motion as he sucks her in high overhead, every touch and hot stroke he gives swimming inside her from her toes to her tongue.

But at this point, stick a fork in her legs. They're done. Despite the begging of her nerves to keep feeling everything, her strength has been sapped. The arch she holds in her back is ready to go as a glow obscures her gaze.

"You're gonna--gonna need to... catch me, Glas..."

She gives out, but Glas raises his hands back around her hips and grabs her with strong, slender hands, holding her soft like a blanket, but firm, hard, digging deep and hot, pushing himself deeper inside like he's oh god he's sticking it all in, she can feel his tongue riling inside her hotter than she can feel, licking far inside no matter how much she tightens, clenches, gasps, can't--

"Wait wait wait," she says--she thinks. "Wait, I ca--can't--no, keep going--"

She's harder than he ever could have been--his nose keeps pressing over her clitoris, prodding her endlessly every little second he touches her, but he's inside her, too, sliding over her upper wall and sliding down and sucking in and shoving deep and he's got it, he's got it, he's got her--

"I said it's notta competishuh--oh god--"

The strength in her spine returns for one last hurrah as Tettus arches like a bridge, her nerves shake around his grasp, and she cums.

The fur down her back swims in the sensation. She gasps heavy, her eyes massaged by the feeling as they sway barely open. She sees Glas through blurry vision, his lips peeling quiet and sweet away from her, shining like the sea above her, watching her, too.

He nudges himself back, leaning Tettus off of him, sliding her gently down onto the couch. She hears the rain out the window behind him again, but all she can see is his damp wrist sliding back over those comfy black and white lips.

And the returned erection prodding under his pants.

"And still," he says, breathing like it's not difficult to, "I don't know whether or not you really want to watch a movie."

Tettus stares open-mouthed back at him without further expression. She tilts her gaze back around the armrest, but she can't even see the fuckin' remote anymore, wherever the hell she put it.

She just looks back to Glas, her legs sliding away from each other and her fingers sliding down by her folds, that's right. She holds herself open just so and smiles.

"I do not."

Don't worry. They both get it.