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Tamil leaned back on the bench, one leg crossed over the other, head leaned back with eyes staring blankly at the cloudy-grey sky far above. It looked like it was going to rain today. Hopefully not until later, though; he had left all of his things pushed underneath a bush back at the park nearby. Last time the sky had decided to open up, Tamil hadn't had time to find somewhere safe to hide...

At least the temperature felt nice. Having been a stray for a while now, he found that the cold didn't really bother him too much anymore. Sure, sometimes it'd find its way through the ragged holes in his jacket and bite into his skin through his fur, but he'd learned it was better to ignore that, too. When it did rain, though, that gave him an excuse to laugh about how "I'm not a golden retriever anymore; now I'm a dirty brownish-grey retriever!"

The people who passed him on the street usually didn't find that as funny as he did. It was hard to get people to talk to him now: passing a teenager or young twenty-something on the street, their first feeling usually came to be something like pity, or sorrow, or a desire to help out; but pass a thirty-year-old in the same position... needless to say, these days he got more mistrusting glares and people ignoring him than he did _"oh, I'm so sorry! What can I do to help?"_s and people sitting down to talk to him, to learn his story. One time he'd even been interviewed for some up-and-coming startup group or something. Wonder whatever happened to that.

Even on top of all that, though, there _was_one person who still routinely came by, a smallish young white-furred wolf with the fluffiest ears Tamil had ever seen. This wolf often came by with one friend or another, but sometimes he'd pass by on his own, arms held in front of his chest, or pale ice-blue eyes half-closed in concentration. Suriyo, his name was - or something like that, at least; Tamil had heard his friends call him that and 'Suri' while they passed by.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, this white wolf came to the bus stop down the block with the same two friends, one on either side walking rather close to him, which Tamil learned early on was because Suri had been born blind. The golden retriever quickly developed a liking of this small, slim pup, of his personality, his voice - just something about him.

Usually before Tamil could exchange a few words with him, though, Suri's friends would tug him away or the bus would arrive or something, and the golden retriever would be left on the bench at the bus stop, mouth half-open in saying something. This had happened so often that the bus drivers all recognized him, and also all knew that he wouldn't be riding. Really, he couldn't tell whether that either made him like Suriyo more, or just dislike those friends of his.

Someone brushed against his legs at that moment - hey, they could've kicked him as some people seem to feel the need to do - so he did what he had learned to and tried to make himself smaller, to pose less of an obstruction. Not like he had anywhere to be today: his schedule consisted of this, of staring up at the sky and wondering where he was going in life. Just like any other day.

"Oh..." murmured the person, in a small, soft voice. "I'm sorry."

At this, Tamil snapped his head down. Suddenly the day felt a lot less cold. "Suriyo?"

The little white wolf's tall ears perked up and flicked back towards the stray. "Oh! Tamil? Is that you?"

"The one and only." Tamil straightened up, resting his arms over the back of the bench. Today Suri wore slim black jeans, no shoes, and that same blue sweater he almost always had on, a little too big for him - even with fingers extended the sleeves stretched about halfway along his paws, and sometimes when sitting down at the bus stop, he'd shake his head side to side and easily wriggle his nose down under the tall collar of it. Tamil had managed to sit next to him twice on days when those annoying friends of his weren't around for whatever reason, and - God - the wolf radiated heat like a can fire. "You look nice today."

"Ah." Suri turned around and took a few timid steps forward; when his leg brushed against the sitting Tamil's again, his ears perked back up and he slid down onto the bench beside him. Tamil liked the way that the wolf used the contact as his anchor and pivot while sitting down. "I wouldn't know..."

"Well, take my word for it. Y' trust me, don't you?"

Tamil had noticed that Suri (usually) had an excellent sense of space and direction for being blind: even now as he spoke, he kept his ears pointed towards the stray beside him and his ice-blue eyes focused on the source of his voice. The wolf sat on the edge of the bench, half-sideways so he could easier listen to the golden retriever... and Tamil couldn't help but notice the way that Suri kept one knee pressed against his own.

Suriyo's lips spread into a gentle smile. "Yes, of course I do. I like you, Tamil."

He felt almost a little glad that the wolf couldn't see his own resultant smile. "Those friends of yours don't, though. Why d'you think that is?"

"They worry about me - or, well, that's what they say. They think, just 'cause I'm blind, I can't handle myself... but then as soon as classes start, they head off their own ways and leave me to make my own way around the school." The wolf's smile curled into one a little more humorous. "You know, Tamil - at least twice a month, someone holds a door open for me at school because they don't know I'm blind?"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'll put my paws forward to open the door, and it's not there, and I lose my balance and stumble forward..."

"Oof. I'm sorry." Tamil reached out and patted the wolf's leg - making him jump slightly. However, he didn't move to stop the patting, or shift the retriever's paw off of his leg when he left it there. "Hey, speaking of which, why're you out wandering around? Don't you have school today?"

"Student holiday, staff workday, something like that. I had nothing else to do, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to go on a walk... it's a little cool outside, though..."

Tamil watched the wolf's face as he trailed off and retreated into thought, unseeing eyes flicking around as if following the track of his mind. Except for Friday afternoons, he hardly ever got the chance to really talk to this younger-than-him pup, and that only reinforced and nurtured his want to get to know him better. As far as he could tell, Suri was a little starved for companionship: often Tamil hung around to hear their conversations, and even when the wolf's friends talked openly about their lives at home, he himself had never breathed a word of his own. Not only that, but now learning how those friends of his stuck with him only as far as the bus stop...

Still, though, nobody had ever treated Tamil as nicely as Suri. After learning that the golden retriever lived as a stray, Suriyo had started leaving half of the sandwich he always brought for lunch on the bench, hidden beneath his fluffy white tail until he and his friends left - and then Tamil would take the place left by the wolf, warm from his presence, and mutter a soft 'thanks, Suri. Have a good day' before biting into the sandwich. He didn't even like mustard on his sandwiches, but it still tasted better than any of the scraps that anyone else tossed his way. And, besides, lightly dusted atop the odor of the plastic in which the sandwich was always wrapped, he could just barely pick up Suri's scent.

"Hey Suriyo?"

"Hey Tamil," the wolf had suddenly begun. The two sat side-by-side on the bench like they did every Friday after school, when one of Suri's friends had band practice and the other seemed to have an unshakeable habit of getting himself into detention. This left the wolf with thirty minutes before he had to be home, but he always left within ten: 'Even with counting my steps,' he'd explained once, 'I still sometimes get lost...'

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking..." Suri shifted on the edge of the bench. Today he had brought a paper bag alongside his lunchbox, and Tamil noticed that he still had it with him now. "Maybe you'd wanna come over to my house? Hang out for a bit?"

It had taken all of his willpower to say 'no', and even two weeks later, he wasn't actually sure why. "Suri, call it my intuition, but I don't think your parents will approve of you bringing a thirty-year-old homeless dog over for dinner."

"You're..." Tall white ears perked up, and then drooped down. "...Ah. I guess you're right. Well, um... I brought you a, ah..." Suri felt around himself for the bag and, finding it, held it out a bit to Tamil's left. The golden retriever took it. "...an extra lunch, 'cause I thought you might be hungry... um... there's a breakfast burrito in there, but it's probably a little cold now... or lukewarm, I guess..."

"Ah!" A glance inside the bag got Tamil's tail to start wagging. "Tell your mother I love her cooking. I-"

"She doesn't make my lunches."

Suri's voice had grown stony. Before Tamil could say anything more, though, the wolf had stood up, breathed a quiet "I'm gonna go now. Um... enjoy your meal, and I'll talk to you soon," and then he scampered off.

"Huh? Oh, yeah - see you tomorrow, Suri. Er, damn, I mean-"

But he had already started down the sidewalk. Before the track of the conversation had shifted so abruptly, Tamil thought he could detect the faint rosiness of a blush beneath the white fur of the wolf's cheeks.

"Hmm?" Suri half-turned his head back towards the source of the voice. He had the cutest way of slightly tilting his head if he couldn't quite locate the person he was talking to, and sometimes, he'd just look the entirely wrong direction.

"I wanna show you where I spend most of my time."

The wolf's lips mouthed 'show me...' and his brow furrowed, but after another moment, the same smile that he had worn before returned. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that, Tamil."

"Great!" The golden retriever stood up to his feet, stretched his arms over his head, and let loose a cavernous yawn. His tail swayed behind him. "It's at the park down the street a little. Just over-"

When he looked back down at the bench, though, Suri hadn't yet gotten up, and instead held one paw out in the retriever's general direction. His ears had half-folded back, and again, a faint note of pink colored his cheeks and ears. "I've never been," he said in the silence. "Show me the way?"

Tamil glanced down at that paw, white-furred with soft pink pads, held out so that he'd have to take a few steps to the side to be able to take it comfortably. One time when he was younger, a bobcat mother had held her paw down to him - but when he sat up to see if she had anything to give to him, he received a slap across the face and a hissed "you should be ashamed of yourself. Get a job."

But then - Suri's arm wavered in his hesitation, and before he could put another thought into it, the retriever leaned forward and took the offered paw in his own. His heart beat in his chest, but it felt... it felt right, especially when the smile returned to the wolf's muzzle and he pulled himself up, using Tamil for balance. Many times before when sitting next to him on this bench, Tamil would rest his paw right beside Suri's, wondering to himself if it would be okay for him to close the distance, wondering if Suriyo could feel the heat of Tamil's paw just as Tamil could his...

"Oh." Suri took his place right beside the golden retriever, paws intertwined and arms close together. Due to their height difference, Tamil had to angle his head down to see the top of the wolf's ears - such a little thing... "Your paw is warm, Tamil..."

He swallowed, and smirked. "Y'know, I was just gonna say the same thing."

As the two walked along the sidewalk, every now and then a car or bus drove by on the street beside them - but other than his ears flicking towards the source of the noise as a natural reflex, Tamil didn't really notice or pay any attention to that. Suri walked close to him, apparently trying to keep as much of his body against Tamil's as possible: one paw squeezing the retriever's, other stretched across his body to clutch the offered arm, fluffy tail occasionally brushing against the back of Tamil's leg.

"Tamil?"

"Hmm?"

"What do you do during the day?"

"Sit around, mostly. Oh - watch out right here, the sidewalk's a little... uneven... at this corner up here we're gonna turn left, probably in fifteen steps or so, and then left again a little later. It's a little bit of a hidden area that I wanna show you, but don't worry, I'll hold your paw." Saying the last part of this made his tail wag a little, and when he looked over again, Suriyo mirrored his smile with one of his own.

"So you... sleep outside?"

"Mostly, yeah. It's not so bad - ah, turn right here. Sometimes I do find somewhere indoors to sleep, and that's nice and all, but... I'm used to being a stray. You know? Something about waking up to the sounds of the city, of having the wind always on me..."

"Don't you get hungry, though? And cold?"

"Not as long as there are people like you to keep me company." Tamil realized what he'd said just after he had said it, and then spent the next few seconds with his muzzle turned the other way and stark embarrassment burning through his cheeks. He almost forgot to warn the little wolf about the sudden step down from the sidewalk to the cool grass of the park, a fair way away from the actual entrance to the place. People here generally didn't like their kids to sit on the same bench as a stray like him; Tamil preferred to stay hidden in places like this. "Um... are you doing okay?"

"Yes. I'm okay. I always have-" Suri stumbled over a rock that had caught his bare toe, but Tamil held on tight to him. "-a little bit of trouble in new places. If I fall, at least I can't see everyone laughing at me, right? Hah..."

The two fell quiet, Suriyo focusing on not losing his footing and Tamil pressured not to speak by his own steadily-growing nervousness. This was a fairly large park, though the pedestrian footpaths twisted around only a small portion of it: on all sides were thick, unkempt forest, a pleasant change from the openness of the city. From here he could see the spot where he'd set up a little shelter for himself, on the other side of a drainage ditch cutting through the park; this area was remote, though, and usually the only visitors he got were adventurous kids or groups of teens looking for somewhere to smoke without anyone knowing.

"Watch out here..." he said, gripping Suri's paw a little tighter. "Steep decline. I don't want you to fall."

"Where are we, Tamil? You said 'park', but this doesn't smell like a park..."

The retriever looked back at him while helping him up the other side of the ditch. Suri looked a little unbalanced, but not necessarily uncomfortable. "Oh, yeah? What does it smell like?"

"Like..." The wolf lifted his nose to the air. Tamil kept one ear cocked his way while approaching his 'shelter': an old mattress he had found in someone's backyard, remarkably clean, with a patched tarp hanging between the trees above to protect from rain. Having been on the street for quite a while, he had started wandering the residential streets on trash pickup days to bring back any furniture he could use - he had a nightstand on three legs, an old wooden chair, a desk that rocked back and forth, a circular rug that he kept around mostly because it was kind of funny to see such a homelike setup out in the grit of a small forest. Sure, every now and then he came back to find his things ransacked, but... well. Life could be tougher. "It smells like trees, and rain, and soil, and... something else."

Tamil turned, took the wolf's other paw on his own, and led him over towards the mattress. He had also covered it with a tarp - can never be too safe - and now slept under a thick comforter that a rather gracious passerby had bought for him one day a few years back. "Small steps. Ground here is a little weird. Can you tell what that 'something else' is?"

"It's... like..." God, it was cute watching the wolf's little pink nose twitch as he tasted the air, seeing his eyebrows scrunch up a little... "...I don't know, it's nice, but hard to describe."

Tamil had an idea. He took a moment to swallow, steeled his nerves, breathed in, breathed out - and then released Suri's paws, to settle his own against the wolf's hips. At this, the young wolf's ears folded back and he looked startled, but not unpleasantly so; as Tamil gently traced his paws up Suri's sides, so warm, the wolf's rosy blush returned yet again.

Pale ice-blue eyes flicked back and forth between where the retriever stood directly in front of him and the miscellaneous noises of the forest around them. Suri brought one of his paws up to clutch a fold in the blue fabric of his sweatshirt, halfway up his chest. "Tamil, what are you-"

"I have a question for you..." Tamil's heart beat in his chest, but still he went on. He wanted this. He had been wanting this for quite a while. It didn't help that their height difference meant he had to lean down just to be able to nuzzle at the wolf's ears, though...

Suri swallowed. The retriever had been slowly running his paws up the wolf's back, feeling the warmth of his body on his fingerpads, gently pulling him closer; now, Suri braced that one arm between their bodies, his own sensitive fingerpads soon coming to rest against the tattered fabric of Tamil's shirt and his scruffy fur beneath that. Before he spoke again, he softly clutched at the fur there, really feeling the stray for the first time. Unseeing eyes in a muzzle pointed up towards Tamil's face flicked around in contemplation. "Y-yeah?"

"Is that my scent you're picking up?"

A short pause, during which the rustling of the branches above and the sounds of the feral animals in the forest were all that could be heard. Ears indecisively between being perked up and angled back, Suriyo swallowed again, licked his lips, and found Tamil's heartbeat with his paw, working his fingers beneath the open zipper of the retriever's jacket. Then, a moment later, the wolf leaned in, touched his head against the side of the chest in front of him, brought his other arm up around Tamil's lower back... and nuzzled softly.

"...Mhmm," he breathed, his voice a soft, lyrical hum on the wind. Meanwhile, Tamil pressed his nose down into Suri's hair between his ears, long, smooth, and black in contrast to the snow-white of (he assumed) the rest of his body: there he could pick up a mixture of floral shampoo, of the spice he was used to tasting on the air whenever he sat next to the wolf and that barely clung to the plastic of the sandwich halves, and of the unmistakable bite of cigarette smoke, probably his mother's doing. "You smell like... " Tamil could feel the wolf's nose and whiskers twitching. "...well... you smell... nice."

Before he could think about what he was doing, Tamil had moved one paw to the wolf's shoulder and started to lower him down to the mattress beside the pair, other paw firmly against his lower back - "don't worry," the retriever murmured, in response to a small sound of surprise, "I've got you... is there a certain time you have to be home?"

Suri's blush hadn't receded in the slightest. He shifted a little after first being set down on the mattress, knees up and paws out behind him; his tall ears naturally flicked towards the source of the noise Tamil made, then, as he got into a similar sitting position in front of him. "No... my mom doesn't really pay attention to whenever I come and go - she probably won't notice. She-"

And his voice suddenly cut off into silence, then, as Tamil leaned forward, placed one paw against the wolf's inner thigh - God, the heat there! - and then set his teeth gently against his white-furred neck, in a small show of affection. At first it was clear the wolf didn't know what to do, but when Tamil's lips took the place of his teeth in a soft kiss, followed by a second and then a third down the line of Suri''s collarbone, a shiver racked his body and he breathed out a low, shuddering sigh. "Tamil, I..."

"...deserve something like this..." the retriever purred, his one paw now tracing circles on the fabric of Suri's pants with a claw. It pleased him to see those whitish-blue eyes half-closed and his lips parted in a mixture of nervousness and pleasure - but the way he let his legs fall open a little to allow the stray's paw easier access didn't lie. Having kissed his way down to the center of the wolf's sternum, Tamil came back up, nuzzled up beneath his chin, breathed in his scent...

"I'm -"

"In good hands. Don't you worry. I won't hurt you." A golden-furred paw traced down and started lifting up Suriyo's blue sweater. He wore nothing underneath save for his own fur, white as a could and quite a bit warmer than one. Due to the chill today, though, he didn't pull it entirely off but instead just tugged it up the wolf's chest a distance - and then took the opportunity to push him down to his back, where he lay with a gentle _"oof."_Blind eyes stared directly up: Tamil got over him, leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to his lips - there was that blush again - and then moved down his body, those eyes now fixed knowingly on him.

Muzzle between Suri's legs, he first pressed his nose against the slight bulge behind his fly and traced it up, and then, the retriever already hard and eager, moved up to nuzzle beneath the waistband of those pants. There, each inhalation brought in a soft, spicy scent similar to the one he picked up under the wolf's chin, definitely Suriyo, but still different. The muzzle above him bore a relaxed expression, interested and submissive. Suri's paws remained loosely draped across the blue fabric of his sweater.

It didn't take long for Tamil to undo the wolf's fly, experienced paws working quickly - and when he tugged his pants a short distance down his legs, he came to learn that, not only was the wolf not wearing a shirt today, but he had neglected to put on underwear as well. This worked out perfectly fine: Tamil took a moment to take in the sight of the soft, white-furred sheath above the younger canid's sack, both untouched by anyone else. A small point of pinkish glistening flesh protruded out the end of that sheath, coaxed to that point by Tamil's rubbing and nuzzling.

Having thought about this day for a long time, Tamil wasted no time in getting his own pants off and tossing his jacket to the side, one paw remaining lightly clutched around the wolf's sheath to urge his cock out a little further. He had to think about Suri, had to take things slow for his sake - as much as he'd like to bend him over that nightstand and sink into his tight white-furred rump (which he'd also thought about more than a few times), that wouldn't be right for now.

He looked down at Suri, half-glad that the wolf couldn't see the erection that throbbed in front of the golden retriever's belly. Height wasn't the only thing that looked like it differed sizably between the two... but that was probably partially due to Suriyo's age.

"You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes." No hesitation.

"Do you want this?"

...Slight hesitation, but then, a soft smile. Suri ran one paw down his body and cupped his sheath and sack in it, tugging the supple skin back past his cock a little further. "Yes."

"I won't hurt you, Suri. I promise." Tamil, still half-standing from taking his pants and jacket off, came forward and positioned himself above the wolf's lower body - and then turned, taking care to not brush his unkempt tail against Suri's nose. The younger canid felt his movements, and soon moved his paws to both of Tamil's legs - with claws digging in slightly, as if out of nervousness. However, as Tamil pushed himself further back along the wolf's body and leaned over, as he angled his own hard cock down towards the small bit of Suri's peeking out of his sheath, the wolf relaxed - and then let out a gentle noise of surprise when Tamil started to press his cock into Suri's sheath beside his own.

"Tamil, what... ah, that... feels..."

He trailed off. Tamil knew that he wouldn't be able to get too deep into the wolf's sheath, but that didn't stop him from trying: his own cock already slickened with his pre and now further lubricated by the natural coating on the inside of Suri's sheath, he pressed in slowly and easily, ears perked to listen for any discomfort from Suri. It was a little awkward being in this position, half-crouched over him with legs sharply bent, one paw on the ground in front of him, and the other squeezing Suriyo's warm sheath around his length as he sank in further, but - the feeling of it sent a shiver up his back similar to the one that had reverberated through Suri's body at having the retriever's teeth against his neck.

Tight, comfortable fit, warm and moist and squeezing around him on all sides, supple flesh next to a hard cock... Tamil adjusted his grip on the wolf's sheath, holding him more firmly in place for him to slowly thrust into. Still Suriyo kept his paws on his legs, clutching at him every now and then, but - the noise he made, from gentle gasps to low moans, let him know that he was enjoying this just as much as the stray above him. With both of their pants off, now the scents mixing in the air and tickling at Tamil's nose belonged to nothing but himself and this white-furred pup beneath him: the aroma of his own musk which he knew all too well from long nights spent beneath these trees, combined with the less-familiar tinge of Suri's - softer, gentler, tastier.

Tamil looked down. There was his own solid-colored shirt, torn in places and lifted up to show his yellowish bellyfur - and below that, about half of his red veined shaft remained uncovered, the bulge of his knot visible at the base of his sheath. Squeezed up against his own length inside of Suri's white-furred sheath, stretched to encompass them both, was the wolf's cock: a lighter pink, smaller in both length and girth, nervously twitching and throbbing but still very much hard.

After a short time it came to be too tough for Tamil to continue like this, and he moved his hips back to slide his cock out of Suri's sheath - and the wolf bucked briefly upward with a light gasp on the tip of his tongue and a small bead of pre leaking out of the tapered end of his cock. Tamil quickly twisted his position around so that then it was his muzzle right against the wolf's sheath again, where he could smell his own musk freshly mixed with Suri's - and where he could taste it, too, after flicking his tongue out against the base of that throbbing pink flesh, one paw at its base pushing him further out.

"Tamil..." Suriyo moaned. Already he was worked up: with the retriever's larger cock no longer in the way, his own came to its full size with his knot already swollen and emerged from the lips of his sheath. Tamil had been in this position quite a few times before, and he knew that he could have Suri figured out in just a few licks. All he breathed was his scent, and all he could feel was the intense heat radiating off of the wolf's body, as well as each twitch and thrust upwards when he drew his lips up along the underside of that cock, and then parted them to take him into his muzzle.

Suri's paw coming down on the back of his head as he descended caught him off-guard, and he certainly didn't expect that paw to tighten and hold him in place while the wolf thrust upward, entire length cupped in the retriever's tongue in his muzzle and knot kissing against his lips. Tamil worked one of his own paws down his body and between his legs, similarly eager to get off - but not before he showed Suriyo what it felt like.

He started a slow rhythm on the wolf that quickly picked up, aided by the paw on the back of his head guiding his movements. Each little twitch and throb he could feel on his tongue, and whenever he shifted back, the taste of slick, tangy pre spread across his tongue. This was something he had thought about often, too: having Suriyo on his tongue, thrusting forward and back into his muzzle so that all he could taste and smell was the wolf - and then, when he came, Tamil had thought about both remaining as far down as he could so that his load spurted out against the back of his throat, as well as pulling back off so that the younger canid emptied his sack all over his muzzle... he didn't exactly have ready access to a shower, so if he didn't wipe it off then, Tamil would be wearing the wolf's scent for the rest of the day and probably the following few.

Already he could feel the little shifts in pace and breathing that showed Suriyo's approach to orgasm. That's usually how it went with first-timers: either they found themselves overwhelmed with excitement and eagerness that they popped off a little early, or they couldn't make themselves do anything due to the lingering weight of nervousness on their shoulders. It made Tamil indescribably happy to see which of these Suri experienced: never before had he known him to be so forward, so sure of himself. Of course all it took to bring that out was a muzzle tight around his cock-

No. Tamil opened his eyes and glanced up at the wolf, pausing in his steady bobbing; Suriyo leaned back on the mattress, mouth hanging open and eyes closed, chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths. All it took was Tamil's muzzle around his cock.

When he got back to working on him, faster and harder, he could feel the wolf's approaching climax - and, at the last moment, dove down as far as he could, careful not to scrape his knot with his teeth. His cock entirely buried in Tamil's muzzle, Suriyo gasped, clutched both at retriever's shoulder as well as the material of the mattress on which he lay - and then, with a gentle "ah!-" bucked upwards a few times, spurting hot, thick liquid against the back of Tamil's tongue. The retriever remained far down on him for a while longer, loving the feeling of his orgasm in his muzzle - and took the time in enjoying it to finish himself off as well, paw working fast and hard until he emptied his own balls out against the lower end of the mattress and soil beneath it.

Suriyo's knot had swollen out even further with the rush of his load, and when Tamil drew back off of him, swallowing down the sharp taste of his cum, his pink cock throbbed against the snow-white backdrop of the fur of his lower belly. Of course, Suri couldn't make eye contact: he sprawled back over the mattress, mouth agape, arms limp at his sides, and shaft twitching out the last of his seed into his fur.

"...Ah... Tamil..." he managed, and swallowed.

"That's me." The retriever slid down next to him, not bothering to tug his pants up his legs. He firmly pressed his sack and cock against Suri's slim leg, lying next to him. The last time Tamil had felt this warm had been when Suri brought him a helping of fresh beef stew in a plastic container.

"Is it okay if... I mean, I want to-" But the wolf had trouble getting the words out.

"Yes?"

"...Stay here with you. For a while. Is... is that..."

Tamil nuzzled up beneath his soft white chin. Above them, past the tarp serving as a makeshift roof, the wind whistled through the branches of the trees and grey clouds hinted at coming rain.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's okay, Suri."