Brent drifted awake to the familiar feeling of Alex's warm body curved into his own. One arm was looped over the lynx's waist and held to her chest, the other snaked underneath the crook of her neck, leaving them a tangle of limbs and warmth.

He pulled her in closer, and she shifted, a noise rumbling from her, a question.

“Morning,” Brent murmured, tracing his hand from her chest to the curve of her hips.

She made a noise that he figured was supposed to be, "Good morning to you, too."

Grey light spilled in through their cracked blinds. Past Alex, on the nightstand shoved up against the bed, was the alarm clock. It's numbers glowed a bright red in the dim light: 8:45AM.

Which meant they had time.

His hand curved around her hips to brush against her inner thigh, and Alex finally woke up. She shot a look over her shoulder. Her eyes were the dull shade of sleep, her words slurring together. “What’re you doing there?” 

“Nothing,” the fox hummed, letting his hand find the crook between leg and crotch and giving it a grope. His fingers came up to rub up at the edges of her panties. A smile twitched at the corner of her lips.

“Yeah?” She shifted her leg, and Brent returned the smile. The last vestiges of sleep seemed to curl away from her.

“Yeah.” He pressed his hips closer, his boxers growing tight, pushing against her ass while he slipped his fingers under the fabric to rub against her. A sharp breath broke from her.

“You know I have work in an hour, right?” Another pitched breath broke out when he smoothed over the curve of her cunt.
“I’ll make it quick.” His breath glossed across her neck, and she craned her head to offer him access. Teeth grazed skin and whine bubbled in the back of her throat, hoarse and needy.

"That's not what I'm worried about." But she was already making space for his hand, and his fingers were already rubbing along her lips, dipping in to tease at her clit until it was plump and hard and each touch made her shudder. 

He suckled on her neck, leaving little nips that made her squirm and gasp. With two fingers, he teased at her pussy, already slick with her excitement, before slipping them in.

Heat swallowed them. It sucked them into the wet warmth with a harsh shudder. He curled his fingers and her hips jerked, a loud whimper spilling from her. 

"Careful there." He curled his other arm around, taking her throat in the crook of his elbow. "We don't need another noise complaint." 

Alex brought a hand up to curl around his forearm―but she didn’t pull him away. She pushed on it, cinching her airway, and a choked, hoarse moan rolled from her gaping maw.

With his fingers slick with her scent, he ran them back up to her clit. More choked noises broke from Alex, whose grip on his forearm only tightened. Nails dug into skin, but Brent was far more focused on the tight fabric rubbing against his trapped cock and the way she jerked and stuttered into his touch.

Alex's maw went slack. Shivers and shudders pushed up through her body but Brent held her tight, rubbing her clit as the orgasm rocked through her.

He withdrew his fingers when she slumped, and used the free hand to find the hem of his boxers and shuffle them down until his cock could pop free. It pushed up between her legs and against her panties, smearing his pre across the soft fabric.

That wouldn't do at all. So he reached around, tugged them to the side, and slid his hips forward. His cock, caught between fabric and warmth, throbbed, another healthy spurt of pre soaking into the dark fabric.

 Alex reached down and cupped his cock through the fabric, keeping him flush with her cunt while he gave a few teasing humps, the head of his cock rubbing over her clit, soaked her panties. Then he pulled back, and she pressed up, the head of his cock kissing her entrance. He tightened his grip on her throat as he pushed forward.

She squirmed. Heat flexed around his head. It was all he could do to keep the moan from breaching his throat until he bottomed out―his knot flush with her lips. They ground against each other, shudders rolling up through Alex's body, Brent's hand smoothing along her curves until it came to bump against the wiring of her bra. He slipped under, relishing the way her body jerked when he found her nipple and took it between his thumb and forefinger.

When he pulled out, she tried to follow after him, tried to keep him inside, but he tightened his elbow and she understood the message. As he slid back into her―slowly, to make her whine, to hear her whimper―he rolled her nipple. It hardened underneath his touch and each rub over it made her choke against his hold.

 He flicked a tongue out to curve along her jaw, up to her ear, where he let his snout rest so she could hear his grunts and growls. The fingers around his arm flexed, and another jolt rushed through her body. His cock felt wetter, and the walls hugging it flexed.

His knot slapped against her each time he filled her, a wet, sucking noise that made his body hum.

"Good girl," he cooed, another pinch of his fingers making her writhe. "You've got such a nice little pussy. I can't wait to feel it stretch around me."

He emphasized his point by grinding up into her, just enough to feel her widen, ready to accept his knot. Her breathing stuttered and her hips pushed, and he pulled back only to slap himself back in.

"Going to leave you plugged full of cum." Another rough hump sent her into a fit. "Make sure you get every last drop of it."

And then he rolled his hips into her, and she pressed back, and his knot ground against her, until he could feel her begin to stretch. Slowly, but surely. And with a sharp breath, he was in, warmth wrapped around his bulging knot, his whole cock trapped inside of her flexing cunt. His lips peeled back and a growl rumbled in the back of his throat. It moved to the front as he balls pulled taut and she clenched tight around him as he began to unload.

He continued to hump up into her as he spilled himself. Thick, viscous jets of jizz pushing deep, filling her up, until he could feel it sloshing around his girth. More shudders ripped through Alex, more choked gasps and stuttering moans pouring from her maw. It felt like she was milking him, coaxing out as much as she could.

And then they slumped. Breaths, hot and heavy and desperate, swapped between them. Shudders, aftershocks, still pushed up through them, shared by their connection. Brent could still feel pitiful jets of jizz pumping into the warmth, but it was dwindling with each one.

"I told you I'd be quick," he said, breathless, uncoiling his arm from her throat.

"And I told you I had work in an hour." She pulled, but the knot held fast. It wouldn't be going down for another hour or so. They both knew, from experience.

Brent felt a smile crack across his face. "Looks like you'll be calling in late."

"Again," she tacked on, already reaching for her phone on the nightstand.