In the middle of a cold, near-freezing wintery forest on the Matroksna Peninsula sat a small but luxuriously built house, square in the centre of probably the smallest clearing imaginable. So small was this clearing that the house's brick walls sat mere inches from the trees that surrounded it. Its walls were furnished with crisp white and black paint and insulated from the cold climate outside, its windows obscured by the wild expanse of trunks and branches. Yet despite its almost humble, nomad-esque location, it was still home to one man, who was waiting for someone in particular.

Yoren was a little impatient. He always used to be an impulsive kind of guy, but the past few months have been something of a change from his normal routine, making him a little more prone to quick actions without thinking. It wasn't his fault of course-- it was down to the person he'd be meeting in just a few moments.

As always, however, his 'date' was late. The Keeshond paced, nervously running his hands through the thick, fluffy fur around his neck and arms, his frowning face framed in brown fur and a wet black nose. His cream-grey fur stood at odd angles from a recent shower, sagging a little with moisture as it dried within the cosy heat of the little cabin. He strode from the modern living room into the kitchenette, where he poured himself a coffee from the instant maker and clutched the mug with both hands to keep them warm. Gazing across the room, his eyes centred on the mistletoe and hung from a single tack in the ceiling, right next to the dome-shaped light that served as the room's main source of illumination. 

Christmas was right around the corner, but Yoren didn't care much for it-- outside of his older brother, he had no other family to speak of, and he wasn't on the best terms with his sibling either. Unlike his brother, Yoren lived in a sheltered little house in the woods near a quiet mountain village. He didn't have a job, but a startup he created in his late teens had been met with international success and he'd sold it early for a tidy sum that could keep him going for several years into the future. His brother wasn't the exact opposite with he was different, with a loving wife and children working a fulfilling job in the city. Where his brother had compassion, Yoren had only desire. He jumped from man to man and cared little for commitment, which was what had landed him in such a quiet town. Everyone knew him as the introverted philanthropist, but he didn't mind the solitude. At least, he didn't at first. All of that changed when he met Clover.

As if on cue, a knock at the door made him jump, the coffee sloshing within the cup in his hands. He brought it to his muzzle and took a deep, warming swig before placing it on a neat coaster on the countertop that overlooked the living room, and then quickly swept across the room to the front door. He tugged it open and sighed when he recognised the visitor, quickly stepped aside to let him in before the chill of winter outside cool his house down too much. From the doorway stepped a young cub, barely older than 11. A mope of dull greyish-green hair covered his eyes and travelled down his back, speckled white from the snowfall outside. He loosened a scarf from around his neck and briefly parted his hair to reveal a vulpine face and the glimpse of coloured pupils, before that hair covered them once more. He brushed the snow from his hair before tugging down the zipper of his coat, sliding out of it for Yoren to take.

"Took your sweet time, Clover." Yoren complained, hanging the boy's coat up in a little rack that sat by the door. Clover adjusted himself in his baggy jeans and knit sweater, shuddering from the chill of the outside that was slowly ebbing away from his body and being replaced by the warmth of the insulated house. He turned on a heel to Yoren and glared at the canine, briefly grazing over his body-- Yoren was dressed like he'd just rolled out of bed, in a pair of boxers that clung to his manly hips and thighs and a long-sleeved shirt rolled up to the elbows. Clover's gaze focused briefly on a particularly sweet spot on Yoren, before he turned again.

"Mom was being a little fussy because it's cold out," He replied. "But at least I made it here, didn't I? I'm only..."

"20 minutes late." Yoren pointed out as Clover squinted at the clock on the wall through his hair-fur. Yoren's gaze travelled to the plastic clip in the boy's hair: a brightly coloured yet clearly synthetic clover, something of a nod to his own name. Yoren found it to be a little on-the-nose, but he didn't appreciate Clover's company for his puns.

"Coffee?" The man suggested as he gestured to the kitchen, and Clover grimaced, taking a seat on the couch that sat on the far end of the room, facing a coffee table that sat directly under the light, with a TV on the opposite wall for comfortable entertainment. A lewd magazine sat on the coffee table's surface, but Clover didn't even notice it.

"Ew, no." The boy complained, sticking out his tongue through two fanged teeth. Yoren sighed and stepped towards the counter, scooping his mug up so he could take another plentiful glug of his coffee before making his way over to the couch, sitting beside the boy. He wasted no time in putting an arm around him, tugging him close as his other free hand reached down to the boy's leg. He stroked along Clover's clothed inner thigh as the cub squirmed, grumbling his protest.

"Already? I only just sat down!" He protested, and Yoren huffed impatiently, fingers delving past Clover's inner thigh over towards his crotch. Clover squeezed his knees together tightly as Yoren dug his fingers in, digits and palm pressing firmly against the mound of Clover's package within those jeans.

"You kept me waiting," Yoren grunted. "And I'm a little needy."

"I can tell," Clover stuck out his tongue and squirmed a little more intensely, attempting to resist. "Besides, you said it was my turn today!"

"Mm, let's do it another time." Yoren muttered, dipping his head and closing his eyes as he parted his muzzle and bit down on Clover's green ear, fingers sliding up to pop and tug at the button on the fox's jeans, loosening them. He yanked the zipper down as Clover whined and attempted to pull his head away from Yoren's mouth, slapping his hands against the Keeshond's chest.

"Nuh-uh! You said I could and I want to." Clover insisted, his squirming slowly reaching something that could best be described as thrashing as Yoren's fingers slipped up and delved in between the boy's stomach and underwear, fingers meeting with the cub's bare sheath. Yet it was hard to get a good handle on it when the boy squirmed so much. Yoren eventually relented with a frustrated sigh, removing his hand and mouth and relinquishing his grip on the boy's shoulder, his own arousal obvious in his boxers.

"Fine, fine..." He grumbled in irritation. "But just for a bit, okay? You can start off and then I want to take over eventually."

"Fine." Clover puffed out his chest, looking satisfied with their compromise. With that he bounced upright and stood from the couch, tugging his sweater over his head along with his shirt and tossing them across the room as Yoren firmly and quickly pantsed the boy, tugging both his jeans and underwear all the way to his ankles, leaving him fully naked and exposed. Unable to resist, Yoren reached out and clasped those plump, young cheeks in both hands, his thumbs digging towards the crack and spreading them wide, enamoured at the thought of that delicious, fuckable hole. He loved the feel of it, the way his fingers sank into the plump flesh, the way it jiggled as he grasped and stretched it-- he couldn't get enough.

This was the reason for the change in his life. He'd met Clover near to Christmas last year and things had taken a turn for the sexual rather quickly in their first encounter. At the time, Yoren had been lonely, pent-up and angsty when Clover had asked to warm up in his house before heading home, after having played in the forest all day. One thing had lead to another, no thanks in part to Clover's obvious flirting, and now their meetings were a regular occurrence, at the very least once a week and sometimes more. Clover lived with his mother in the village and they were favourites amongst the locals for their compassionate behaviour, which was something of a contrast to their opinion of Yoren, who they perceived to be as cold as the snow around them. Yoren had never met Clover's mother and didn't really want to-- if she knew what they were getting up to he'd be chased out of the village or worst, considering the fox's age.

Clover batted Yoren's hands away and stepped out of his pants, hopping up onto the coffee table and steadying himself before jumping up and snagging the hanging mistletoe between his fingers, pulling it from the tack from the ceiling. Yoren was about to protest, but he stopped when Clover turned and shot him a wide, almost seductive grin. The canine was admittedly curious to know where the fox was going with it, so he relaxed back onto the couch, laying across it completely so Clover could do what he wanted. The Fox stared down at him with mistletoe in hand, mind racing with ideas, before he hopped down and clambered up onto the man's body.

Yoren had been ultimately expecting Clover to ride him, but he was surprised when the boy turned and sat facing away from him, scooting his behind further and further backwards until it hovered above the canine's muzzle, mere inches away. Yoren gulped and glanced up beyond the boy's ass to see Clover holding the mistletoe behind him, just above the canine's eyes. Yoren couldn't resist a chuckle, but damn it was hot.

"You know what they say under the mistletoe, right?" Clover giggled, and he didn't have to wait long for Yoren to understand what he meant. The young fox gasped as he felt the tickle of the canine's nose between his cheeks, followed by the warm, wet sensation of his tongue. Clover doubled down and pushed his behind back as Yoren's hands squirmed under him, trapped by the boy's legs, yearning to reach up and grasp those cheeks. Instead, all Yoren could do was lick, thankful that Clover pressed his ass down so that he didn't have to strain his neck to viciously slather and kiss at that young pucker.

"Yeah, that's it...you like eating my ass, don't you mister? You're such a pervert..." Clover dirtily remarked, dropping the mistletoe to the floor as he cast his gaze over to Yoren's boxers, visibly aware of the very obvious growing erection within them, that practically tented the canine's underwear as his member stood almost upright. Clover didn't want to admit that he was enjoying this too, but he couldn't deny the steadily growing pleasure in his loins as the tapering end of his vulpine knotted member slipped from his sheath and grew with each lewd, fervent lick of Yoren's tongue.

Clover groaned and began to subtly roll his hips back and forth against Yoren's mouth, his eyes lidding over as the sensual pleasure of having his ass eaten out began to affect the rest of his body. He could feel each slide of the man's tongue travelling from the bottom of his tight little button all the way to the top, causing his ring to spasm and a tickle of desire rush up his spine in a hot spasm that had his cheeks flushing and his knees weak. That, combined with the delight of being able to dominate the otherwise controlling Yoren for once made the situation all the more arousing for the boy, whose member rapidly reached full mass and twitched eagerly under the Keeshond's assault.

The fox reached back, clasping one ass cheek with a hand as he leant forwards to prop himself up with the other, licking his lips as he spread the cheek to the side to expose his young ass some more. Yoren huffed darkly against Clover's entrance, close enough for the vulpine to feel each needy pant for just a few moments before Yoren closed the gap once more, pressing teeth and lips to his ass and taint respectively as his tongue wormed and pushed, almost desperate to penetrate through into the boy's behind. Clover relaxed himself and whimpered with delight as his ring stretched slightly to accommodate the canine's tongue, and Clover pushed his ass down to give it the freedom to delve even more inside of him. He could vaguely feel it worming around every available inch of his inner walls, but not close enough to touch that delightfully sensitive spot inside of him.

If Yoren kept going like this, Clover knew he'd probably bust. Part of him wanted to stop, fully aware they had the entire night to themselves and tiring himself out early would be boring, but the other part of him was eager for more, eager for a hands-free orgasm. Slowly he relinquished his grip on his cheek and leant forwards some more, steadily keeping himself up with one hand as the other reached out towards Yoren's crotch. He tugged at the button keeping the boxer's front together and after a few moments of difficulty, he managed to loosen it. He delved in under the fabric and shuddered as the hot warmth of the man's erection permeated through his fingertips. With one quick tug he wrenched it free from the confines of the man's boxers and Clover practically salavated at the sight of the perverted man's 9 inch cock, complete with fat, veiny knot.

Clover wanted to taste it, but Yoren stopped him. Admist the man's eager licking, he reached up with his trapped arms to grasp Clover's shoulders and turned, rolling them off the couch and onto the floor. Clover hit the floor with a dull thud and a weak 'oof', and as he parted his lips in protest, he became vividly aware of the change in position-- more specifically, the knotted cock hanging mere inches from his nose.

"You've had your fun," Yoren panted, his voice dipped an octave, heavy with lust. "Now it's my turn."

Clover watched as Yoren curled his body inwards and bowed his head, muzzle quickly meeting with the fox's little 3 inch cock. He stuck out his tongue, his gaze obscured by the rest of his body, and he swallowed up the member into his muzzle in a metter of moments, chin quickly meeting with Clover's pelvis. The fox gasped and yearned to arched his back, but Yoren pushed his hips down and nudged the tapering end of his cock against Clover's lips, wanting him to reciprocate what he was doing in kind. Clover reached up, clasping onto Yoren's thigh with one hand and he grasped the base of the cock, just between the knot and sheath, with the other. Yoren visibly and physically tensed from the touch and groaned as the green fox slowly and deliberately traced his tongue along the narrow tip, dragging down until the angled the cock down and parted his muzzle enough to take it into his mouth.

Yoren groaned around the boy's cock, thankful for some stimulation. Clover's member twitched wildly within his mouth, making it clear to the older man that the boy was already pretty pent up and was, at least hopefully, saving himself up for tonight. With each lick and slather, Clover's member throbbed with more fervency, accentuated by the cub's tender, eager moans. His noises only encouraged Yoren to plunge his hips and thrust down into the boy's mouth, fully aware of what the hard limit was as his cock probed the back of the boy's throat. Clover made some noises akin to suckling and half-gagging before they subsided, replaced by those quiet moans of pleasure once more. Clover could only manage so much of the man's cock but he at least covered a good 5 or so inches of the member in spit before he could take no more. 

Clover couldn't take much more. A young fox such as him was easy to stimulate and even quicker to cum-- each suckle and squeeze only brought him closer and closer to the edge. His moans of delight quickly turned into carnal grunts of pleasure as he pushed his hips up, fingers curling against the man's leg, eyes scrunching up. He could feel the pressure building and building until it felt like he was about to burst. Finally, a quiet yet audible sigh escaped his lips as he finally climaxed, spurting tiny string after string into the adult's mouth. Yoren relished the salty taste of the boy's load and all the nuance that came with it, gulping down every last drop until not a single bit remained, continuing to lick and suck long after Clover had cum, forcing the fox to squirm and protest around Yoren's meaty member.

Eventually however, Yoren pulled his head back, lifting himself from the cub's body and rolled over onto his back. He admired Clover's flushed face and panting expression for a moment, eyes briefly travelling to the cub's weak, twitching member that was slowly shrinking over time, before he clambered to his feet, shimmying himself out of his boxers and tossing his long-sleeve shirt across the room. Being naked was more convenient for what he was about to do.

"Come on." Yoren insisted and reached down, scooping the vulpine up off the floor bridal style and carrying him across the room, where he adjourned down a small hallway and through a doorway on the left hand side. He entered a room adjoining to the living room, separated only by insulated walls-- a bedroom, complete with king-sized bed, dresser and connecting en suite. 

"Oooh, I like it when you carry me like this." Clover teased and Yoren pulled a face, dumping the boy unceremoniously onto his bed. The fox landed into a heap and smirked, sliding up towards the pillows and spreading himself out, getting himself acquainted with the expensive fabrics and softness of the sheets. Yoren reached for the corner of his blankets and pulled them aside, climbing onto the bed towards Clover, his erection bobbing and swaying with each subtle movement. Clover grinned wider and wider as Yoren approached, until the Keeshond was towering over him completely, cock mere inches away from the fox's body. 

Yoren reached out with a hand, sinking his palm against the cub's 11 year old chest and dragging it up his body, across up to his neck and towards his chin, where he cupped it with a bent finger. He lowered his head and Clover closed his eyes, picking his muzzle up with the intent to kiss. Yoren, however, had other plans-- he snapped his hand down towards Clover's shoulder and roughly flipped him over onto his front. Clover let out a cry of surprise and raised his head in his new laying position, pouting.

"He--" He was about to protest, but Yoren silenced him by placing a hand on his head and pushing him down against the pillow-- firmly enough for Clover to 'know his place', but not hard enough to block any airflow. As the fox squirmed defiantly beneath him, shaking his ass back and forth and deliberately pushing up against the man's hanging cock, Yoren reached over towards the end table nearby, where a bottle of lube sat unattended, out in the open. He took it in his hands and popped the cap, upending it over the base of his cock and squeezing a line of the sticky substance up the length of his member, ending at the tip. He held Clover down firmly as he placed the lube aside and smeared the lubricant around his cock, making sure every inch was covered, before he dragged his hips back and pushed his member down, shifting Clover's big bushy tail out of the way and letting the tip of his cock slip between the cub's cheeks.

Clover quivered and let out a muffled noise of defeat, pushing his ass backwards against Yoren's cock and shuddering as the tapered tip probed and slipped past his ring with ease, thanks to the lube. With a growl of desire, Yoren steadied himself with his other hand and pushed, thrusting himself a good few inches into the fox's unprepared ass, feeling it first stretch and then clench tightly around his invading member. It wasn't rare for Yoren to be a little rough with the boy-- but that's how Clover ultimately liked it.

"Tight as usual, kid." Yoren remarked under his breath, hissing through his teeth as he plunged all the way to the base, his knot greedily and eagerly pressing and squeezing against the boy's entrance, threatening to stretch it open and tie. However, Yoren pulled back after a moment, not quite ready to knot just yet-- he still had plenty more energy in him. He hovered halfway in the boy's ass, adjusting his knees so that he was more comfortable before pushing forwards again, roughly slamming his hips against Clover's ass and groaning when he felt those inner walls spasm and squeeze around his cock, practically milking him. His ears perked at Clover's weak little groans, muffled by the pillow, and that only made Yoren want to go harder.

Yoren slowly slipped his hand from the back of Clover's head and briefly took a moment to admire the boy's fine, jiggly ass. As he slid back and kissed his knot to the boy's rump, it wobbled and swayed with the force of his movements. Yoren couldn't resist grasping that ass for a moment and massaging it in his hands, squeezing and gripping. Once he was satisfied, Yoren reached back up and sneaked it under the cub's body, curling up underneath his right armpit and pulling the fox's chest upwards somewhat, forcing Clover to arch his back. Yoren hunched himself over, panting harshly against Clover's green ear as he remained fully embedded in the cub's clenching ass. He could hear the fox boy panting as well, his entire body trembling from physical exertion and pleasure. Yoren travelled his hand up, grazing it across the boy's chin before sinking two fingers beneath his sharp canines and into his mouth, pressing against his tongue. Clover instinctively began to lick those digits as Yoren pulled back, the adult beginning in on a steady series of hard, powerful thrusts.

"Yeah, you like that?" Yoren wasn't the type of lover to be quiet, and his own dirty talk turned him on far more than it should normally-- but Clover loved it too, given his moans of delight as Yoren whispered and murmured into his each. Each thrust was accentuated by a loud wet slap as the lubricant coating Yoren's cock vaguely splattered and oozed a little onto his knot with each buck of his hips. Clover's plump young ass jiggles with every collision and his innards squeezed in time with each thrust, making it harder and harder for Yoren to keep his cool. The man kissed and bit at Clover's ear as he humped, eyes lidding over as a fragment of his carnal instincts took over. The pleasure was intoxicating and he never wanted it to stop.

Slowly but surely his pleasure grew, making his body tingle and his loins ache for more. He picked up the pace subtly over time, inevitably switching from the long, hard thrusts into short rapid bursts of humping, not unlike a dog. His knot mashed and pressed against the boy's ass over and over as Clover huffed against the man's fingers, saliva dripping from his chin, toes curled and eyes scrunched up. The boy began to moan more and more as each thrust and hump pushed against his prostate, accompanied by the rocking of the man's hips forcing his own loins against the bedsheets, stimulating his now hard cock. 

It quickly became clear to Clover that Yoren was getting close when he started to huff and grunt like a wild animal, something that was common from the canine. The wet slaps of their sex were growing more and more audible over time as the man's pre-cum added to the lube and made the entire thing sticky and slick, and Clover was sure that it'd be easy for the Keeshond to knot if he wanted-- and he was probably close to doing so. The man's rapid thrusts were growing heavier and heavier as he pushed his hips forwards with a little more ferocity each time, until he had Clover whimpering from the delightful sensations of it all.

"Oh fuck...!" Yoren groaned into Clover's ear as he pulled back, tugging his hand from Clover's mouth and loosening his arm from around his chest and armpit, shoving him down onto the bed and pulling back, roughly and viciously plowing into him. Clover sneaked his hands forwards to clutch to a pillow as Yoren firmly placed a hand on the cub's back and another on the bed, hips fervently bucking back and forth, his balls bouncing harshly off of the boy's plump flank as the knot mashed against the cub's hole, over and over. Yorens moans became more intense, more passionate and strained as he reached the cusp of his orgasm, needing only a little more to send him over the edge.

In one hard thrust, Yoren rammed down against the green fox and forced his knot into him, stretching the cub's ring around his fat, bulbous base. Clover's innards clenched down around the knot and squeezed as Yoren instinctively tugged back, spurred on by the spike of pleasure that came forth from the sensation. It was enough to teeter him over and edge and his knees trembled as he finally climaxed, his knot swelling firmly as he pumped rope after rope into the boy's backside, his fat knot keeping it all inside. Yoren wanted to do nothing more than collapse on top of the boy, but he instead weakly hooked an arm under the boy's body and turned, rolled onto his side and tugging the cub up against his body, both spooning and staying knotted to him.

"Mmm...good boy..." If Yoren was a cat, he would have purred. Instead, his happiness was confirmed by the dull thudding of his curled tail against the bedsheet, his member vividly throbbing inside of Clover's ass. The fox lay panting, cheeks flushed and body trembling, partly from how tired he was after such rough sex and partly from bliss. Yoren soon found out why, for when he dragged his hand down to the cub's crotch to idly fondle him, he felt the gooey wetness of cum on his fingers and quickly surmised that he'd made Clover cum hands free.

"Wow, look at that," Yoren teased, nuzzling and licking against Clover's bushy head. "I made you cum without even touching you."

"S-Shut up." Clover grunted in response and Yoren chuckled, dragging his hand back up and curling it tightly around the boy's stomach. Clover lay there for a while, expecting the man to eventually get up, but he grew more and more frustrated as Yoren lay there. The fox's stomach ached with the amount of cum pumped into him and his ass was sore-- he ultimately wanted a nice shower and a cookie.

"Hey." Clover squirmed and craned his head, grimacing when he saw Yoren's closed eyes and low, heavy breathing. 

With a grunt of annoyance, Clover flipped his head back around and attempted to adjust to a better, cosier position. If Yoren was going to sleep, then he might as well nap for a bit too-- his mother wasn't expecting him home for another day or two anyway. With that, the cub closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him.

When Clover awoke next, it was still dark-- if he had to guess, it was sometime in the middle of the night. He quickly felt how empty he was and rolled, realising that Yoren had managed to dislodge himself during their slumber. That made things easier for Clover who, despite being tired, was also a little horny.

Slowly, Clover scooted down beneath the covers and across the bed, until he married himself level with Yoren's crotch, muzzle inches away from that plump sheath. Yoren was sound asleep, but that didn't deter Clover from bringing himself closer, grasping the sheath between his fingers and pressing his mouth to the warmth of the man's loins. He parted his lips and licked, dragging his tongue along the sheath and down to the balls, sighing with delight at the feel of it. It was cosy and intoxicating-- he could stay down there all night if he wanted to.

Clover's teasing and coaxing quickly bore fruit as Yoren's cock pushed from his sheath, twitching and throbbing with greater fervency when the fox raised his head to lick along the underside. As it grew, Closer's hands trailed to the man's balls and gave them a few affectionate tugs and squeezes as his mouth trailed to the steadily hardening tapered tip, where he enclosed his lips around it and began to suckle.

It took very little effort for Yoren to reach full mast from Clover's actions, and eventually the Keeshond began to stir and wake from the fox's eager suckling and slurping. Clover quickly realised that Yoren was awake when he felt the hand on the back of his head, pushing him further down onto his cock, forcing the fox take it all the way to the base-- and Clover didn't deny him, for he wanted the same thing. He pushed down, straining as the cock slid down into his throat and stretched it out, his muzzle quickly and firmly meeting with Yoren's knot as the canine curled his fingers around the cub's head and kept him there for no longer than a handful of seconds.

Yoren eventually withdrew his hand and relented, allowing Clover to pull back and suck in a deep breath, both thankful for air and also eager to keep going. The half-asleep, still slightly groggy Yoren had other ideas, however. He reached out, grasping Clover under his armpits and pulling him up his body and on top of him, sliding the cub up far enough so that the canine's cock sprung upwards and nestled firmly between the boy's cheeks. Clover, being far more awake then Yoren, took the lead: he pushed back, sitting upright and placing his hands on the man's stomach as he lifted his ass up, grazing it along the length of the cock, before hovering above the tapered tip. Yoren instinctively steadied his member with a hand as Clover plunged his hips down, sinking the tip against his used ring and pushing down, taking the cock in one fell swoop. Clover's cushiony, plump ass helped his descent and softened the blow of the knot to his already slightly sore ass.

Yoren groaned groggily and loosened his grip on his cock, sliding his hands tiredly up to the cub's hips and then around to his ass, groaning with delight at the feeling of the boy's cushiony cheeks. He mumbled something under his breath that Clover couldn't hear and his fingers weakly dug against the flesh, clasping and stretching the malleable cheeks for a moment or two before he withdrew his hands and slid them back to the cub's hips, sighing under his breath as Clover began to ride him. The boy lifted his ass up and slamming down over and over, milking the fat member with his squeezing insides as the cum still inside him lubed up every bounce. Yoren didn't even have the strength to thrust and simply laid there, letting Clover do as he liked-- he couldn't really complain about a cute boy riding his dick anyway, though he was a little tired. Each bow of Clover's hips elicited a wet slap to accentuate their sex, accompanied here and there by gentle boyish pants and low, aroused groans.

Clover began to pant and huff, already fully hard, unable to resist grasping his own cock to stroke it. Yoren's own moans were growing heavier and heavier as he blearily watched the boy for a moment before rolling his head back and stroking fondly against the cub's sides, shuddering from the pleasure. Clover worked himself up slowly, his knot swelling and throbbing as he drew closer and closer to his orgasm, each plunge of his hips coaxing that knot against his ring, threatening to tie at any moment.

Of course, Yoren wouldn't get to know unless Clover decided to-- but thankfully the canine wouldn't be waiting for long. The more that Clover stroked himself the closer he got, and the better riding that cock felt. His moans of desire and pleasure grew heavier and heavier over time, and so did his bouncing hips, his cheeks jiggling as the knot slapped against his plump, thick ass. Finally, it all came to a blissful conclusion; Clover felt himself tip over the point of no return and the pleasure in his behind spike, encouraging him to push down with all his might. Yoren growled from between his teeth as the knot slipped unceremoniously between the cub's cheeks and into his behind, where Clover's innards once again milked and spasmed as the fox trembled with his climax. He painted Yoren's stomach with little strings of cum as his ass was once again filled with the man's seed.

Clover huffed and leant forwards, propping himself up with his hands and smirking at Yoren's groggy expression as the canine closed his eyes once more, too tired to even contemplate what they had just done-- not that it matter to him either way. The cub tiredly buckled his elbows and flopped onto the man's chest, eliciting a grunt from Yoren before a warm, safe arm went around the fox's back and held him close. Clover didn't even get comfy before he found sleep taking him again, his young body tired from multiple sessions of sex.

Clover awoke again sometime later to a number of things: firstly, the morning sun coming in through the window and shining directly across the pillows and secondly, a roaming hand groping across his front.

With a tired groan Clover shifted, realising he didn't feel as full anymore and that he was laying on his side, back on the bed. His antics from last night have been fun, but Yoren hadn't stayed tied all night, giving the boy the freedom to now move-- Clover couldn't help but sigh with relief, because his joints felt a little sore. His ears picked up the sound of running water and his hands felt the warmth of another body next to his. He scooted forwards and hummed his approval when his body met with a warm, broad chest and he nuzzled his nose against it, picking up the vague scent of his lover, Yoren. He felt the canine's hand slide down his back towards his ass as a warm mass prodded the cub's stomach.

"Good morning." Yoren spoke quietly, voice dripping with arousal as his hips slid back. Clover didn't have to open his eyes to see the cock sliding between his young thighs, dragging against the bottom of his small balls and grazing up against his ass.

"Hi." Clover mumbled tiredly, peeking an eye open and smiling at the grayish-cream chest in front of him. His own hand reached out and caressed the man's back before he strained to reach down and squeeze Yoren's ass cheek. The canine instinctively tensed up, and his cock throbbed noticeably from the touch. Clover knew the guy had something of a submissive streak in him somewhere-- one of these days he'd coax it out of him.

"I'm running the bath," Yoren began. "Since you've made a mess of the bed."

"Me?" Clover giggled. "You're the one who filled me up with all that...gooey stuff."

"But you're the one who couldn't keep it in," Yoren countered with a teasing tone, causing Clover to pout. "We'll have a bath and then I'll clean up."

"Well, since you're cleaning up..." Clover squeezed his thighs together and Yoren shuddered from the sensation, lightly pumping his hips and humping the cub's thighs for a moment. "Why don't we make an even bigger mess?"

"You read my mind." Yoren growled as he reached down with his free hand, angling the cub's chin up towards him. He bowed his head and closed the distance between them with a kiss, tongue plunging into the cub's mouth. His hand then moved from the fox's chin and down to his hip, where he firmly held him as he began to thrust and fuck the boy's thighs.

The stimulation against the cub's taint and balls was enough for him, but the kissing made it all the more sweeter. Clover didn't feel as if he were as experienced as Yoren but the man's roaming and intruding tongue was tantalising and made him feel submissive. Their tongues touched and the 11 year old moaned as Yoren picked up a rhythm with his hips, his tongue loosely and irregularly squirming and sliding across the cub's own. Clover found himself getting hard pretty quickly, his member reaching full mast in under a minute as the combined lewd thoughts of Yoren fucking his thighs along with the arousing kisses made him eager and needy.

Yoren deepened the kiss as much as he could, but his focus was ultimately on his throbbing erection and the pleasure therein-- each thrust elicited a thick spurt of pre-cum from his pent-up cock and his balls swayed, eager to pump their load. Clover did his best to squeeze as much as he could at all the right points, but there was only so much tension an 11 year old's thighs could bring. Regardless, it was enough-- Yoren was horny enough to finish just off this, and it wasn't going to take him long either.

The Keeshond pumped his hips faster and faster as his cheeks warmed from the strain of keeping up his thrusts, and his breathing turned hot and heavy, nostrils flaring as he started to pant. He parted his lips from Clover for a moment to take in a breath, hot air huffing against the fox's open muzzle before he kissed him again, linking himself to the cub. He wanted to just flip him over and fuck him again, but he couldn't-- it'd be a hassle to clean themselves if he tied with him now.

Soon enough he was almost there, his hips rhythmically reaching their fastest speed for someone who hadn't been awake that long as Clover quivered against him, enthralled more by his kisses than anything else. Yoren suddenly thrust his hips forward and sighed as his knot pressed against the cub's legs, swelling and pulsing with his impending orgasm. He withdrew from Clover briefly to shudder and moan as a thick rope of cum shot from the end of his cock and splattered across the sheets, soon followed by more. He closed his eyes and panted as Clover dipped his head and nuzzled along his cheek, whimpering quietly against him as the man emptied his balls all over his own bed, the cub's thighs squeezing and sliding back and forth to coax every last drop from him.

Satisfied with their early morning romp, Yoren eventually pulled back from the boy and clambered out of bed, striding across the room in the nude towards the bathroom as Clover shifted and rolled onto his back, reaching down to idly jerk and stroke his knotted cock, having not yet cum. The green fox turned his head towards the bathroom as he heard the water being shut off, before Yoren reappeared, cock still half-hard, and gestured him out of bed. Clover almost didn't want to, but he was aware of how messy he felt. He resigned to the idea and got out of Yoren's bed, briskly moving across the cold room to the warmth of the bathroom tiles.

They eventually got settled into a relaxing bath, with Clover resting between Yoren's legs. The bath itself was pretty sizable so the cub didn't necessarily have to do it, but he was deliberately doing it to get close to Yoren, and also to tease him. The Keeshond couldn't resist groping him since he was within reaching distance of him, though he at least touched him under the guise of washing his fur.

"Uh, Yoren," Clover began after a moment, remembering something he should have said last night. "Next weekend, do you wanna come to my house and we can maybe...you know, mess up my bed instead?"

Yoren halted midway through scrubbing Clover's front, a lump forming in his throat at the thought of fucking the boy in his own home with his mother around. The thought was hot, but...

"No," Yoren shook his head, returning to his task. "It's too risky, I don't want your mom catching us."

"Oh, she already knows what we get up to," Clover began as Yoren turned pale. "I tell her everything."

"B...But..." A multitude of things went through Yoren's mind, namely jail. So terrifying was it that he dropped the sponge in his hands.

"It's fine. She's okay with it," Clover assured him, patting his leg. "I mess up her bed sometimes too."

"...Oh," Yoren was only slightly relieved, but still particularly nervous about it. "Well, I don't know. I'll think about it."

"Okay, but you'll be missing out! Mom bakes the best cookies this time of year." Clover puffed out his chest proudly as Yoren reached for the sponge, lifting it up to soak Clover's head as the cub complained and tried to get the wet hair out of his eyes. Yoren, however, was in his own little world. He hadn't even considered the consequences of what he'd been doing with Clover all this time, and to now know that his mom knew everything and even did the same thing herself...

Just what he had he gotten himself into with this boy?