It's cold, despite of the summer warmth. A small breeze ruffles my fur when I walk beside him down the street towards my building. I'm scared, I won't say it out loud, but I am, shitless. Our conversation has died down and turned to the occasional exchange of pleasantries. I wonder if he knows I have doubts, if he can smell my fear. He doesn't show any sign of it, but... What am I doing? I'm not even sure I am ready for this. I know I have been pining for this for months, but his offer made it all so real so sudden. What if it is awkward, what if it isn't that good, what, what if I can't get excited? What if it all was but a spur of the moment thing? Alone, frustrated and horny I jumped on the first thing that presented itself to me, and it so happened to be this dog. Gods in heaven we went through all this, spend all this time together to just end up in my apartment in our underwear, apologising, saying it never happened before, and only because I'm not really attracted to him, I was just horny that one time.

	We take the stairs, silently until we end up where we started earlier in the day, awkward, unsure and confused. I fumble with my keys. I don't dare look at him. I hesitate. I turn to him, opening my mouth, saying: "I don't know about this." He does the same, only he moves forward planting his lips on my, pushing his tongue inside my surprised mouth, darting forward without question or hesitation, bringing back that familiar trace of flavour with him, now mingled with the food he ate earlier. His body presses against me, his warm, soft, tight body. He senses my hesitation, slowly stalls in his passion. It is as if he has flipped the switch inside me, found and unlocked that box that held the answer which, somewhere, despite of myself I have been hiding. I was right the whole time.

	He pulls back. I grab him by the back of the head, dragging him forward, turning, pressing him up against the door, not wanting to let him escape, wanting, feeling that warm form press against me in that small space tighter then we could, tighter then we should. I won't let go. I force his tongue back, making my way to his, wanting to taste him, to feel him, that soft velvety taste and touch. He lets out a squeal that only fuels my urges. Nails dig into his sides, his body violently getting squished against mine, the air pressed out of him. He grunts, tapping me on the arm, finally snapping me out of my stupor. 

	I let go. 
"I-I'm sorry." He laughs up at me, his face flushed, his ears on high alert. 
"It's ok," he whispers, almost seeming shy, "Let's just, not try to smother each other." I smile, leaning down, capturing him again, but this time gentler, slowly unfurling my tongue in his mouth again, dancing with his, enjoying that feeling of him against me. Telling myself we have all the time in the world, at least for tonight. My paws slide over his back, exploring along the hem of his hoodie, not quite slipping under it. I hear a strange knocking every time I get nearer to the absolute edge. It's his tail, thumping happily against the doorframe, making me chuckle while I keep up that slow teasing motion, never actually giving him want he wants just yet.

	On autopilot I start searching for the keys that I have managed to jam in the lock not moments before. I think he gets the idea, because on several instances my fingers meet his. One of us, or both of us, find the lock, turning the keys and managing to half stumble inside. We break, nearly falling flat on our faces, but saved by me grasping the doorframe, and he clutching me. I drag him back to his feet and for a moment we silently stare in each other's eyes. I hesitate, a nagging voice in my head calling me to a halt. 
"Aeson, I- I don't know..." He looks at me, questioning. I get tong tied over the things I want to say. 
"I... I don't want this, us, this thing we are doing, to be just about sex." I mutter, feeling perhaps a bit daft for only bringing this up now, not knowing if he feels the same. Finally I muster the courage to look him in the eye. 
"I think I like you too much for that."
He nods, for a moment averting his gaze. The moment he sweeps it back up at me, there is that mischievous twinkle that manages to rewire something in my brain, making my tail swish with anticipation. 
"Yes, you are right... I feel the same, but... that doesn't mean sex can't be a part of it right?" He tilts his head coyly to the side, "a very fun part?"
My paw finds the door, pushing it shut. That smile of his gets that much wider. 
"I wasn't planning on not ravishing you tonight." I boast with a confidence I do not feel. 
"Good, I'd be a liar if I told you I didn't look out to this since before I knocked on your door."
That does it; I sweep him up, starting a long snog session while I 'subtlety' direct him towards the bedroom. He lets himself easily be directed inside; moving easily backwards as if he already knows where we are going. I find his paws working their way under my shirt, pressing against my chest, his nails lightly scratching through my fur. Grabbing the hem I tear it off, hearing the fabric protest, but not caring as I find his mouth waiting for me, his fingers exploring my skin. We don't turn on the lights; only a small sliver of moonlight finds its way through the window. I gasp for breath, standing with him, half naked inside my bedroom, the bedroom door kicked shut behind us. 
"It is weird... to do this, like this."
"Without the masks?"
"Yeah."
"You want to stop?"
I shake my head. I don't know if he can see me. It turns out he can, because he kisses me again, his fingers snaking down, easily undoing the fly of my pants. 
"Let's make you feel more comfortable then." He whispers against my lips, sliding his paw inside my pants, grabbing the bulge he finds there, ever so gently squeezing it, making my toes flex. 

	His paws work their way deeper inside my jeans, nudging them down until finally they slide down my legs, pooling around my feet. He drops down with them.
"I had never pegged you for a briefs guy." He comments dryly, his eyes sparkling in the darkness.
"These are no briefs. These are Bunnybuns." I reply in mock offence. 
He runs his paws over the garment. 
"Regardless, they got to go." He snatches the elastic band right below my tail, dragging them down, leaving me completely bare. My erection flops out hitting him on the nose with a slightly embarrassing thud.
"My, my, my," he utters joyfully, grasping the length, "already so excited." 
Mouth ajar I stare down on him, wondering if he will do the same as he did with the Pit, suck me so thoroughly, grasping my ass and dragging me deep inside of him. I can see myself already muzzle fucking his pretty mouth. The image gets disrupted by a more immediate need of mine, and he must feel a similar tug, because he all he does is plant a kiss right on the swelling knot, before rising. My cock drags and snags along his clothes, no doubt leaving a few smudges. It feels strangely liberating, naked, pressed against him, his paws freely roaming my body. 

	I meet him halfway, my tongue dancing out to meet him. My fingers work their way down along his neck, that v of naked flesh exposed by his hoodie. He smirks, pushing that much closer, grinding against me. His paw darts down, trailing along the curve of my ass, touching me underneath my tail. I'm adventurous, but never in my life have I thought myself as one who would allow another guy to just work his way between my cheeks, if only because of the many pubescent jokes during high school. Dragging down the zipper of his hoodie, I discover that he most readily delivers on the earlier promise of nudity. I slide my paw inside. His muscles slide underneath my touch. He brushes against me, and where our naked bodies touch a thousand small sparks set me on fire. Judging by the long moan that is drawn from his throat he is enjoying it as well. With a careless ease the hoodie gets shrugged off, allowing me more space to roam his body, feeling up that compact chest, wrapping my arm around him and dragging him closer. 

	I know I should undo his pants, undress him further. For some strange reason I don't, no matter the small protesting 'umpf's' and 'grumpf's'. His paws press against my chest, half-heartedly trying to push me away, while not prepared to escape me just yet. For some reason it makes me feel so powerful, having him in my arms, my paw reaching down, grabbing his tight rump, squeezing the taut flesh trapped underneath that layer of denim. He wags his tail. He wants me. I feel his need rubbing against mine, but I won't let him be free just yet. Finally he lets out the neediest whine I've ever heard, and I take pity on him, that and the way he keeps grinding against me I do not think I'll survive that much longer, and I'm not willing to blow my load before having been inside of him. A sudden need grabs hold of me, drags me forward, as if I have discovered a new goal to achieve. I reach down, quickly working his pants open and down, one paw cupping the sizable bulge inside his boxers. Boxers, yes, for some reason it surprises me to find him wearing those form fitting boxer briefs. In my mind he seemed so much more at home wearing something tighter, briefs, jockies, or those bikini boxers. Not that it matters much now, because they quickly find their way down his legs following the same path as his jeans, leaving him completely naked. For his part he tries to help, kicking them down as far as he can, but stumbling and falling over against me. His long smooth prick bumps against my rod, sending the sparks flying, making us moan in unison. 

	It feels so strange, so intimate, his warmth against me, everywhere, sliding, touching, grinding. He wraps one of his legs around mine. My paw finds its way to his rump again, cupping that flesh they only explored through denim, the real thing feels that much better. He leans back, and for some reason we both gasp for breath as if we both were nearly drowned. He lets go, taking a step back, and I reluctantly let him escape my arms. In the semi darkness I see him move, his erection jutting out from his body in such a perfect way, silhouetted in the darkness. His teeth flicker in the light from outside, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. He climbs on the bed, all fours, looking over his shoulder. His tail lifts itself for me with such ease. He waits, letting me drink in the sight of him, ready and willing. 

	When I climb on the bed there is no uncertainty, no apprehension. I take up position behind him, my cock jutting out above him.
"Aren't you going to prepare me big guy?" He asks, eyeing my erection uncertainly. In a flash I see the leopard sink his fingers inside his ass, 'like this.' Wordlessly I nod, leaning over him, my erection brushing his rear. I find the drawer of my nightstand. Inside next to the masks I wore, is the jar of Vaseline. I scoop a generous amount from it, balancing the blob precariously on my fingers. He shivers when I smear it against his hole, making small circles around his pucker, just before pushing them in. He lets out the prettiest yelp when he is first broken in, his insides clenching around me. 
"You like that?"
"Ahn... yes... your fingers feel so good." He whispers. "Go deeper. AHn! Right there." I scissor my fingers, stretching him. "Oh gods. Rusky." My name rolls so smoothly from his tongue, I do not even mind it is my nickname. 
"You want the real thing?"
"Yes, but please, stretch me more, you'll tear me open." I add more fingers; his whole body is wound tighter then a snare. 
"Give me you cock... please." I take more Vaseline, lubbing my erection, trying my best to resist the urge to finish myself off right there.

	I close my eyes. Inch by inch I sink into him and he lets out the bitchiest moan I've ever heard. His hole stretches, wrapped tightly around my girth, fighting to let me in him. I can feel my progress in every quiver of his body, halfway caught between fighting and embracing this foreign invasion.
"Please." I'm halfway in and I do not know if he begs me to stop or keep going. Not that I have much choice, for his body ceases me and drags me in until my knot is pressed against his opening. I wait. 

	I'm hunched over, by body tense, fighting that almost overwhelming desire to move, but if I start moving now I won't be able to stop, no doubt tearing this puppy apart. He wiggles, trying to adjust to me. I grit my teeth trying to hold back for one small moment, but he does it again, ever so slightly and without so much as a by your leave from my brain I begin to move. It is all I can do to draw out as slow as I can, but on the return I have no such restraint. He cries out, my dick forcefully impaling him. It is then I lose all self-control and the fucking begins.

	Low growls get ripped from my throat to the counterpoint of my thrusts. He quivers with every impact, letting out a cry as if being stabbed to death. His body embraces me every time, refusing to let me go. No doubt I'm harsh and cruel in my treatment, but his cries urge me on. With my clean paw I explore him, feeling the clenching of his muscles every time he bounces off my knot. The filthy one leaves a messy print on his arse, marking him as mine. One primeval goal fills my mind, my release. I try to last as long as I can, but he is not making it easy. My tong lolls out of my mouth, my fur sticks to me. I can't hold on. I pull out of him, ready to finish myself off on his back.

	"No!" He sounds desperate, his back arching as he forces himself back on my dick, burying me inside of him. I do not argue with him, but instead grab him by the hips, going full force like a wildling. I throw back my head and let go. The lust building inside of me gets suddenly release in a blinding white flash and I explode inside of him. He keeps going, I keep going, we keep going until finally after what seems hours, I finally stop coming, his belly filled with me.

	Through my orgasmic euphoria an annoying voice reprimands me for not taking care of him. His body, still rocking back and forth, still in front of me and he is panting heavily. I pull out and roll him over. He looks up at me, panting, a strange look on his face. I run my paw over his chest, resting it on his stomach, only an inch or so removed from his shaft leaving smears of precum on his abs. His face is flushed, but has not lost any of its beauty. I keep running my paw up and down his body, telling him it isn't over yet, leaning forward capturing his lips. Languidly we make out and take in each other's taste. I support myself on one fist, leaning over him, taking a hold of his erection with my messy paw, letting his long slender doghood slip through my fingers. He moans excitedly, thrusting up in my grip. I haven't touched another guy's erection that often, especially not as one as perfect and slender as this one. The absence of a knot is odd for me and I'm unsure if I am touching him properly. 
Experimentally I run my finger along the underside of the big mushroom shaped head. Judging from his reaction I've struck gold. His whole body quivers, and he squeals in my mouth. He takes hold of my flagging erection and expertly restores it to somewhat of its former glory. The angle of his paw feels odd, yet not unpleasant. He drags me forward, spreading his legs further, making his intentions clear. I've never had someone a second time so shortly after the first. He leans back, looking me in the eye, our muzzles a few inches from each other. He lets go, I place myself under his tail. I do not know if I can give much of a performance, but then again I do not think that is his intention. 

	We kiss. My paw fists his cock and I push in. He lets out a small whine. I'm determined to finish him off before myself. Not that it will be hard. He thrusts in my paw, making the sweetest little sounds in his throat. I push forward, pushing him down against the mattress. Grabbing me by the shoulder he surrenders himself to me. It is almost like a dance when we move together, every fibre of his body seemingly quivering. He is nearing the edge, judging from the way his sounds getting higher and more uncontrolled and how his body fidgets and twitches underneath me. I speed up, wanting to see him cum, feel him blow his load over my paw. I want to see him ruin his perfectly kempt fur. He does not disappoint.

	He clutches my shoulder, his whole body arching up as I can hear him grunt something that sounds like something strongly resembling my name. He shudders, his body contracting around the erection shoved up his ass. It is magic to see the expressions flicker so quickly over his features. Warm ropes mess up my paw, and his stomach, and mine, but who cares? It is slowly followed by my own second orgasm, a weak phantom of the first, but still good enough to make me let out a low, vicious growl when I pump inside of him. After a moment of complete tension our bodies, as one, relax and I slump down on top of him. He breaths heavily in my ear. 

	Finally he lets go of my shoulder, revealing two rather painful sets of scratch marks over my shoulder where, on some places, he managed to break the skin. I'm caught in a dilemma whether or not I should roll of him, either for his sake, or my comfort. I do not have to make that decision because he shifts underneath me. Lazily looking up at me he asks: "You have a shower?" I nod.
He scoots down from under me and reluctantly I let him go. Silently I watch that shadow move through my room, and most likely it is a trick of the mind but I think I can see some sparkly material make its way down his leg. He turns right before disappearing into the bathroom. 
"You coming big guy?"
I don't believe I have ever gotten up so quickly after sex.

	Our little shower quickly turns into water petting as I use any excuse to touch his marvellous body. And for some reason he always manages to stay in contact, no matter what way he bends or moves. Halfway through I decide the light teasing is not enough and I push him against the tiled wall, my paw grasping him firmly, jacking him until he finishes a second time all over the shower wall, 'cause I still feel slightly guilty for having forgotten about him the first time. Tired, damp and still feeling that fuzzy afterglow we climb back into bed. He seems surprised when I drag him close, burying my nose in his neck. He smells faintly of me, having used my shampoo, but below that is him, just him. I take a deep breath, slipping easily into a deep sleep, already enjoying the prospect of waking up with him in my arms.
