Grumbling to himself about his stupid mouse breaking, Lucian sends an announcement to his followers that the weekend streams are canceled. The maned wolf spins in his chair. He hasn’t had the weekend free in so long he doesn’t know what to do. Once again, he tries to navigate his computer with only keyboard commands.


A flutter from above causes him to jump and smash his knees on the desk. Ignoring the pain, he catches the letter from nowhere. Words manifest one by one with a golden flourish.


I was really hoping to see Wolfy’s legs today. I swear he’s teasing me with it. He scoots back just a little more in between rounds. It’s so close. Once I get a good look, then every time I close my eyes, I can bless myself with the heavenly sight. Mmm, yes, I’m bending his legs onto himself while I rut his–


Lucian is not in the mood for that. So before it can finish, he grabs a binder off an overhead shelf, and tucks the paper into the lamination. He dates it, then flips back to the beginning.  He’s read the older ones so many times that his eyes easily dart to one of his favorite sections. Heavens. I think I’m addicted to watching Wolfy. Not even his gameplay, just him. I’m one of the few active in chat so it’s like I’m actually talking to him. I just know if he got rid of that potato-quality mic I would melt upon hearing his voice.


After that letter, Lucian bought a fancy mic, which only made him a little late on rent, then the letters started to become erotic. But the graduality of it made it feel like the progression of a real relationship, especially since he has a pretty good sense of who it is. They started when he only had a small following, around ten people. Most of them no longer tune in, others lurk, and one is very active in the chat: RedPanda1028. He hasn’t had time to confirm it between his job during the week, and streaming on the weekends. Plus, he’s quite skeptical. The personality reflected through his chat messages feels completely different from the letters. 


He has the free time, though, so he grabs his phone and begins a chat.


LucianTheLusciousLycan: Yo, sorry about canceling the streams. I feel like I need to make it up to you since you’re my most loyal fan.


RedPanda1028: No need. You’re pretty consistent, and it’s not like you owe me your time.


LucianTheLusciousLycan: No, no, I do owe you my time. How do you feel about an in person meet up?

RedPanda1028: That’s rather sudden and very flattering. But I really wouldn’t want to take up your time like that.


It takes more insisting, but he finds out the red panda only lives a couple cities away. Even more, and the panda agrees to meet halfway tomorrow. It would be better if they were close to either of their homes, but the panda couldn’t make it all the way to Lucian, and didn’t want Lucian to travel all the way to them. 


LucianTheLusciousLycan: One last thing, are you a chick or a dude?

RedPanda1028: Dude, you?


RedPanda1028: That was a dumb question. Sorry. Automatic.


LucianTheLusciousLycan: lol, see you tomorrow, dude.


Lucian ends the chat and sets his phone down on the desk. 


He could have DM’d him the letters. But Lucian wants to see his face when he realizes his private thoughts have been broadcast. Plus, he’s becoming less and less sure that RedPand1028 is the guy he’s looking for. He should have been overjoyed at the invitation, and he sounded even less like the letters. Maybe that’s just because he has a chance to filter himself? Even so, the lack of a new letter supports his suspicion. He should be thinking about him, which seems to be the catalyst. What else could he be thinking about? 


He might make a move on the red panda regardless. It’s a long trip, and he’s not picky about his men. Worst case scenario: he gets a hookup he could have found much closer, while the best is finally finding someone not scared of dominating  of the wolf.


Shaking away his thoughts, he whirls his chair around and hops right onto his bed. It’s quite early, but he doesn’t have much else to do.










*






The next day’s drive is predictably terrible. Lucian hates cramming himself in his car, and he doesn’t have time for rest stops. Despite getting in bed early, he woke way later than he wanted. He had too much energy to sleep, but thankfully, that same energy remains. He’s needed this break from his schedule for a long time. 


He arrives early at this park they decided looked okay. After a couple minutes of meandering about, he spots a red panda come around a bend. The bear can barely tear his eyes away from the ground long enough to meet the maned wolf’s eyes. Combined with his small build, Lucian is almost certain this isn’t the person from the letters. Especially since he still hasn’t received another letter. He should have thought about him by now.


Regardless, this is definitely RedPanda1028, not enough red pandas on this side of the globe to have a mix up. He approaches him, having to look further and further down to maintain eye contact, and says, “I’d introduce myself, but I believe you already know my name. Yours?”


“Isaac.” He extends his paw to shake. His grip doesn’t match the strength betrayed in the letters. “Lucian…It's gonna be really weird calling by your actual name. I'm used to using Luscious or Lycan.”


“And my species, right?”


Isaac looks away. “I guess, yeah.” He passes it off as taking in his surroundings. Particularly the passersby who are either holding each other’s paws, or a cub in their arms. “I didn’t realize what kind of place this was. What exactly are we doing here anyway?”


“Having fun!” Lucian gestures for the panda to follow him down the tree-bordered path. 


“Sure, but don't you have something better to do than hang out with me? Like getting some extra hours at the gym?” Isaac waves his paws in front of himself. “Not that you need it! You look very,” his gaze dip down the wolf’s form and back up, “defined. So much so that it makes me think hitting the gym is your hobby. And, like, that’s something you’d rather be doing.”


“I actually don’t go to the gym at all. Why pay to work out when you can get paid to work out? I have a warehouse job.” The gym thing makes Lucian wonder if this panda is actually the sender of the letters. They often ponder how often he’s at the gym. But maybe that’s a normal assumption towards muscular people? Most of his social interaction is from coworkers, so he has no idea. “Would you rather that I was doing something else?”


“No, it’s awesome to be talking to you. I just don’t understand why me.”


“You’re my most loyal fan, and happen to be in the same hemisphere.” A sharp bend in the path informs Lucian that he nears a certain spot in the park. He has to transition this conversation, but his prepared line takes a bit of psyching himself up. “Tell me: What do you think of my legs?”


“Oh, they’re everything I could have imagined.” Isaac tenses, swinging his long tail around to fidget with it. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I mean, like, for your species, they’re what I would expect you to have.”


“Can you elaborate? Really describe them to me.”


“Okay.” The panda’s fidgeting on his tail becomes tugging on the fur. “They’re very long and slender, but also muscular.”


Still not the dominant response Lucian is hoping for, but he’s confirmed attraction. He’ll just have to play the dominant role instead. “Well, thank you. I’ve been thinking about getting a leg cam.”


“Huh?” Finally, Isaac lets go of his tail so he can gesture as he tilts his head. “That would be ridiculous. Not that I know better than you, I just think it might be…distracting.”


“Maybe you’re right. I just need someone to appreciate them, y’know?”


“You shouldn’t have a problem with that. As I said, they’re very…nice.”

“That’s a start.” Lucian sidles closer to the panda, brushing his leg against him. “But I meant more paws-on appreciation.”


“Oh.” Isaac looks to the other people on the path. “Here? Now?” He points to himself. “Me?”


“Yes, yes, and yes.” Taking Isaac’s paw, Lucian brings him around a tree and presses him against it.


“Everybody saw that.”


“So? Kissing is allowed in public.”

“I thought I was just touching y–”

Lucian presses his lips into the panda’s, who freezes. He guides Isaac’s paws to his legs, and tries to part his lips, but he remains as stiff as a statue. Thinking it would jumpstart him, the wolf wanders down his chest to the bulge in his shorts.


Isaac pulls away from the kiss. “We can’t do this here!” He looks behind the tree at the path. “There’s people–”


“Minding their own business, just like we should be.” Turning the panda’s head back to him, Lucian squeezes his bulge. “Tell me how this feels.”


“Oh, it feels heavenly, but–”

“Heavenly?! It is you!”


“What? I don’t know what I said wrong, but I’m sorry. I just mean that it feels good. Now can we just–”


“Shush for a second.” Lucian steps away from Isaac and pulls out one of the binders from his bag. He flips to a letter that uses “heavenly” or “heavens” in almost every sentence. “Look at this.” He takes the paper out of the lamination and hands it over.


As the panda reads it, his eyes widen. “This is some very hot fanmail, but I didn’t send it.”


“No, no, no. There’s no way that many people use the word ‘heavenly.’” Lucian swaps the letter with the most recent one. “These are your thoughts, right?”


“Somehow, yeah. Did you bug my house? Or, wait, that makes no sense. How?”


“I have no idea. They just appear. Try thinking about me really hard.”


“Okay.” Isaac stares into the wolf’s eyes, gaze unfocused. 


Once dozens of people have crept by and nothing has happened, Lucian says, “Well, that clearly doesn’t work.” He puts the letters and binder away. “Maybe the thoughts need to be more passionate.” He shoves Isaac into the tree, grinding his cock into his stomach.


“Hey!” The panda dodges Lucian’s kiss. “Let’s just get a hotel, okay?”


“Come on. Aren’t trees your natural habitat? Right here is perfect.”

“Stop. Just stop.”


The wolf backs off. “Sorry. I figured given the letters you were as antsy as I am. Do you not want this?”


“I do, just privately.”


“Alright.” Lucian turns around. “This way looks good; lots of bushes.”


“There could be another trail that way! At least let me look at my ph–”

“No need.” Lucian takes the panda’s paw that was reaching for his pocket, then brings him to a small wooded area. Footsteps circle the area from about twenty meters away, but the foliage covers them from sight. “Private enough?”


“Not really.”

“I know what’ll convince you.” Lucian tugs at their joined paws, flinging Isaac into him. “Feel that?” He drags his bulge down to rub into the panda’s. 


“Holy fuck. I thought you were hard before. I don’t know if I can take–”


“Shush about that,” Lucian says, still grinding into the panda. “Do you really want to wait until we can get a hotel to see it?”


“What about in your car?”

“Too small. Yours?”

“I took a bus.”


Lucian nuzzles into the panda’s ear and whispers, “I’m recalling some of your own thoughts. ‘Heavens. As much as I want to, I don’t think I could ever meet Wolfy in person. I’d just throw him to the ground, tear off his clothes, and rut him. The only way he could be hotter is with my dick in him.’”


“How many times did you read it?”

“Let’s just say I can go on all day.”

Isaac backs away from the embrace. “It’s just that I don’t think I can do what you just described.” He holds out an arm. “I’ve got noodle arms in real life. My thoughts just kinda ignore that detail. And also, it’s been a while for me. So I think it would be best if you were in charge.”

“Alright.” Lucian smiles to hide his disappointment. Everyone has him play the same role. Still, sex is sex. “Strip, little bear.” 


“I’m actually not a bear. That’s a common miscon–” 


“You are what I say you are, little bear.” 


Isaac’s tiny, white ears flatten, but he obeys, tossing off his shirt. The deep sea of black fur is only broken by his nipples, stiffening from the cold breeze. Taking off his shorts and briefs reveals similar blackness. His sheath would blend in if not for the pink cockhead protruding from it. Calling him a red panda seems ridiculous from this angle, only parts of his face and tail being a russet color.


Lucian takes off his clothes with little fanfare, not wanting to dwell on his long, shaggy fur that he didn’t have time to tame. “On the ground, little bear.”


“Heavens,” Isaac says as he obeys, eyes locked on the wolfhood. “Is your knot already full?”

“Not in the slightest.” Lucian grabs a bottle of lube from his bag, then pours some into his paw. “Did you really think I was close just from a little grinding?” He drops to his knees, straddling Isaac’s hips. “You gotta earn my cum, little bear.” 


“I don’t even think I can get my paw ar–”

Lucian swats the panda’s paw away. “No touching that, yet.” Lucian tosses the bottle to him, and presents his rear. “Prepare me.”


“Oh. I thought we were–”

“There are better uses for that tongue.” The wolf sits on the panda’s muzzle, only allowing him to breathe once his tongue flicks out. “That’s a good little bear.”

Turning his attention to the thick cock before him, Lucian drools. Not as long as his, but the rounded head would stretch him nicely from the outset. He slathers it with his pawful of lube. Almost needless, with all the pre dripping out, especially as he strokes the shaft.


He gasps as Isaac’s tongue shoves into his tailhole, driving deeper and deeper. Once he’s as far as he can reach, he jams his face further into the crack, his wet nose and whiskers tickling the wolf. He lashes around the tunnel, until he finds his target. Lucian arches his back and bears his weight down on him, but the tongue still only grazes his prostate.


Hungry for something bigger, Lucian lifts his ass away from Isaac, but he follows him up. “Come on. I need more than your spittle to take this beaut.” He flops the bear’s cock around, spraying pre and lube everywhere.


After Isaac’s tongue wiggles around some more, he pulls out. He kisses the pucker before pressing a slick finger into it, which parts for him.


“Hold still, little bear.” Lucian drops his ass down to the base of the finger, squirming around to spread the lube nicely. “Now bend your finger.” Once Isaac obeys, the wolf rocks his hips up and down, giving the occasional shuddering moan. 


“Hey. Try to be a little quieter.”

With his eyes closed, Lucian forgot that they’re in a park. He perks his ears. Plenty of footsteps surround them, but nobody has gotten any closer, nor have any stopped nearby. Once he opens his eyes, he finds the solution to his noise problem. Parting his jaws as wide as possible, he positions the bear’s cock between them, then clamps down.


“Holy fuck!” Isaac bucks his hips. The length underneath his sheath forces inside as it folds over itself. Once the bear relaxes, he says, “Give a guy a warning, would ya?”


Lucian suckles, the mix of vanilla-flavored lube and the bitter pre strangely addicting. He continues fucking himself on that finger, his moans muffled this time. But his hunger for bigger remains, so he lifts off and detaches from the cock, which quickly replaces the pre he cleaned off. He spins around to face the red panda. Nuzzling into the top of his head, he breathes deeply. His own earthy musk nearly masks Isaac’s natural, smoky scent. Knowing he spread his scent like this causes him to drip precum onto the bear’s stomach, which must also spread his scent, putting the wolf in a never-ending cycle.


He can’t enjoy it forever, though, so he raises his nose away. He chuckles at the bear’s fur ruffled every which way. “I need to sit on your face every day. You’re even cuter now.”


“Don’t say stuff like that.” Isaac hides himself behind his paws. “Just focus on finishing up before we’re caught.”


“I don’t think I can without my eye candy. Look, I’m flagging.”


The bear spreads his fingers so he can see. “No you’re not, liar.”


“But I made you look. It wouldn’t be fair if only one of us had eye candy, would it?”

“I guess.” After pulling his paws away, Isaac fidgets them together.


“None of that now. Relax.” Lucian aligns the panda’s dick, then drives all the way down to the base. While it hurts, it’s worth it. All tension evaporates from Isaac, and he lays his muzzle on the ground, eyes lost. “That’s a good little bear.”


Lucian gyrates his hips as the pain fades. He draws up until only the tip spreads him, changes the angle slightly, then eases back down. He has to bite down on his own paw to silence himself, foot traffic increasing around them. He curses the unfortunate timing before getting an idea that he wouldn’t normally consider.


After adopting a steady rhythm and taking his paw out of his mouth, he turns Isaac’s head to face him. “Tell me how this feels, little bear.”


“Oh, it feels heavenly.” 

“I know you can do better than that.” Unlike other times, Lucian adopts a mocking voice when quoting the letters. “‘Heavens. If Wolfy is as hot on the inside as he is on the outside, rutting him would burn my dick. But in the best way possible. Then he’d squeeze around me. Fuck! I’d–’”

“Quiet down,” Isaac says, a certain edge growing in his tone. “Or, let’s do this.” Isaac sits up to kiss the wolf, but he holds him down.

“I didn’t put that exclamation point there. Now, I recall you having better ideas to shut me up. ‘Wolfy is so chatty. I wonder if he’s like that all the time. It might be too much, but I bet he’d look great in a muzzle. Perfect even! And he’d–”


“But I didn’t bring a muzzle.”


“‘--have these pleading eyes, and whimper while I rut him like the b–’”


The bear forces Lucian’s mouth shut with both paws. “I said ‘quiet.’” His grip loosens, then firms again as his eyes flick to the wolf’s wagging tail. “Lift your hips till I’m just barely inside you.” Once he obeys, Isaac rams back in, his balls hitting his backside, then swinging back down. “Good boy. When I let go, I better not hear a peep from you, Wolfy.”


The instant he’s able to, Lucian says, “You know, I’m not a true wolf. It’s a misno–” He squeaks as Isaac flings him onto his back. All of their height difference is in the legs, so he manages to remain locked inside him, and have their muzzles centimeters apart. “There’s my beastly bear.”


The panda jams his tongue into Lucian’s mouth, thrusting shallowly yet forcefully. The wolf moans into the kiss, but keeps it as quiet as possible. He has broken him out of his shell, so he needs only to enjoy it, not continue his risks. Already, people’s footsteps stop just outside their little copse, whispering “what’s that?” just loud enough for him to hear. The smacking sound of Isaac’s accelerating hips, and the heady musk from the wolf’s leaking cock, make it obvious, but none have come close enough to confirm.


After breaking the kiss, Isaac buries his head in Lucian’s pseudo-mane. The new position traps the wolf’s length between them. Every thrust not only crams him full of thick dick, but also rubs their fur across his shaft. The tight confines causes Lucian’s knot to swell, having barely enough room, which only encourages it further. 


Isaac’s moans steadily grow louder and more protracted. Even muffled in his mane, Lucian fears they will attract somebody to investigate, or simply call the authorities. He doesn’t want to get caught! Just risk it. He whispers into Isaac’s ear, “Come on, my beastly bear, let me feel those teeth. I neeeeed it.”


As Isaac bites his neck, enough to hurt but not bleed, he drills in one last time. His cock throbs several times before warmth spreads through the wolf’s core. His knot swells to full size. With a couple bucks into Isaac’s soft fur, he succumbs to ecstasy, both from the continued heat pumped into him, and his dick painting them both white. He stifles his cry by chomping on his own paw, and pushes Isaac further into the bite to quiet his moans.


When the filling within the wolf slows down, Isaac starts thrusting again, each punctuated by a jet with renewed strength. The wet sound is concerningly loud, but he stops once he fails to shoot anymore. He releases his bite and lays his head on Lucian’s chest, only for the wolfhood’s last shot to hit him in the face. He jerks back. When he tries to clean it off, the wolf grabs his wrist, other paw wiping his last dribbles onto his stomach. The white stands out beautifully against the panda’s black fur.


“Sorry.” Lucian lets go of Isaac, then breathes deeply through his nose. “You just smell so good with my scent all over you.”


“It’s fine. I get it.”


“I’m raring to go again, you?”


“Uh, no.” The panda rises to his feet, trying to get the cum out of his fur, but only rubbing it in. 


“Dang, cleaning up is the worst part.” Lucian jumps to his feet, and grabs a towel out of his bag. Reluctantly, he wipes his fur off with it.


“Did you plan to fuck in the park?”

“Maybe. Fun fact: this is the largest wooded section in the entire park. Not much of a park, amirite?” 


“Why not just book a hotel like a normal person?”


The wolf shrugs. “I was horny.” He tosses the towel to Isaac.


“Heavens, you’re so…” Isaac shakes his head and cleans himself with the towel.


“You love it.”  After Isaac gets most of the cum out of his fur and returns the towel, a familiar flutter sounds above Lucian and he snatches the letter out of the air. 


“Holy shit!” Isaac exclaims as he squints at the sky, finding no potential origin. “You weren’t lying; it really does come out of nowhere.”

The wolf reads the first line, then hands it over. “Do you wanna say this? Or make me read it?”

The instant the bear’s eyes reach the paper, he tears it to pieces and throws it to the ground. “Neither.”


“Yo, that’s littering; a crime I might add.”


As Isaac throws his clothes back on, he responds, “Oh, you care about that law, but not the one about fucking in public.”

“I don’t listen to dumb laws.” Lucian picks up the paper pieces. The words still appear as usual, even if he can’t read them in its current state. “So am I putting this back together?”


“Can you get your clothes back on first?”

“Foolish mistake, little bear. Now that I know I have something you want, I can leverage it. I might put my clothes on as you talk.”


Isaac heaves a sigh. “I was just thinking that this whole thing was…disappointing is not the right word, but it didn’t align with how I imagined it to play out, and it was all my fault. I had it in my head that if things ever happened, my instincts would take over, and I could just be dominant.”


Head in his shirt, Lucian struggles to believe Isaac is serious about that nonsense, until it falls over his head and he sees the bear’s ears pinned to his head, and tail coiled around his leg.  “You were dominant. You just needed a little help.”

“Exactly! You let me hold your mouth closed; you let me get on top; you even had to ask me to bite you. I didn’t dom you; you just submitted to me.”


Lucian steps closer to the bear, smiling to comfort him. “Isaac, domination isn’t about being super strong or intimidating. It can be, but at its core, it’s about being someone that they want to submit to. And you are definitely someone I want to submit to over and over again.”


“Oh, you still want me after that? Like, being together? I thought you were just bored and knew I would be DTF.”


“I’ve always wanted someone who can not only put up with my shenanigans, but loves them. And you were the first to have the confidence to push me around. Who better to spend my time with?” Lucian slinks around the panda, hugging him from behind. “So whaddya say? I could drive you back to my place, then we could see if you can take this.” He grinds his half-erect dick against the bear’s back. When Isaac doesn’t respond, he adds, “I also make a mean lasagna.”

“Oh, I’ve seen you eating that on stream. Looks delish!” Isaac breaks free from the wolf, grabs his clothes, and throws them at him. “Let’s go!”