Black fur surrounded my nose which was buried in his toe beans, inhaling deeply... mmm... sweat... dirt... and just a tinge of that strawberry shampoo he likes. Grinning into his paw, I closed my eyes and took another huff. The man above me chuckled at this and wiggled his toes against my face. Opening my eyes, I stared up passed the black furred digits, up at him, my boyfriend of three years grinned down at me.

"You're such a dork. Do you know you make this really blissed out face when you're huffing my paws? It's pretty adorable."

Blushing, I leaned forward and hid my face in his paw as I took another inhale of that scent. It was safety, it was him, and I loved it.

"You're lucky I love you so much. This paw thing, slightly weird, however, seeing you so happy is worth it."

Lifting my head away from his paw, I sat back on my haunches. Tilting my head to the left.

"Well... Why is that weird? You're a fox, we're both canines, you should enjoy scents too."

Bruce rolled his eyes, and crossed his legs. Now that I was no longer sniffing at his paws, he seemed to stretch and relax. The black fox shrugged, leaning back into the couch. Flipping his hair out of his eyes as he relaxed.

"Eh must just be me, family always did say I was more of the brainy type."

He winked down at me before raising his foot and wiggling his toes at me.

"Plus, you're a wolf, don't wolves smell each other's assholes to say hello and junk? Sounds like this may be a gross wolf thing to me."

Ouch, a stab at my species. I gave him my best annoyed look while standing up. At full height I looked down at him and crossed my arms. This wasn't going to fly with me.

"No Bruce, those were domestic dogs you're thinking of. Wolves may do it on occasion when meeting new wolves, however, they tend to know each other's scent. Besides, that was hundreds of years ago!"

I put my hands on my hips and huffed. Bruce rolled his eyes but said nothing, trying to pay attention to anything but me. Heaving a sigh, I moved over and flopped down onto the other end of the couch, half crossing my arms in annoyance. As the awkward silence fell upon us, the front door burst open. Our roommate Julie, walked in, an arm full of her blue grocery bags. Once inside, she fumbled with her keys, trying to get them out of the door.
"You metal... little... prick... just... let... go!"

I raised an eyebrow but fully crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at Bruce. The fox snorted and shook his head.

"Ah ha! Take that!"

Turning back, I found Julie's key free from the door and she turned to see us. As her eyes landed on us, she stopped in her tracks. The human groaned, and threw back her bed.

"No, I don't have time for this. Bruce, he's got his arms crossed and isn't cuddling. What did you do this time?"

The fox sputtered, and waved dramatically at me, I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

"I did nothing! He's upset because I said that wolves smelling butts was their M.O., so that's why he likes scents so much."

Julie blinked, just standing there, staring at the fox. Finally, she dropped her head, sighing, trying to using a free hand to massage her forehead.

"Did not need to know that...T.M.I. guys... just... Bruce, take your boyfriend to your guys' room, and sort it out there. My friends are coming over soon, and honestly, I don't want to explain why my roommates are shirtless, and bickering in the living room about scents and whatever it is you guys argue about."

I rolled my eyes from her to Bruce.

"Do I have to go with him?"

The human gave a frustrated sigh, I could hear a bit of a growl in her voice as she continued to massage her forehead.

"I don't have time for this shit, go to your room and figure it out there. I have enough problems as is, and I'm not really in the mood for your lover's spat."

Bruce stood up and moved toward our door, seeming to stretch as he went.

"Come on dog boy, the human needs her space, and we can settle this like men."

Julie shook her head and ignored us, walking past the couch and entering the kitchen. I could hear a grunt as she put the grocery bags on the counter, then a long drawn out sigh. Looking at Bruce I rolled my eyes at his comment. Standing up, I waved for Bruce to go first. The fox huffed, but relented and moved down the hallway toward our room.

Bruce threw open the door, and I vaguely heard it thud as it hit something soft, but thick, not opening entirely. As I followed behind my boyfriend, the scent of our room wafted out. My member throbbed in my sheath a bit. Blushing, I entered and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door a bit, I shook my head thinking of what Julie would say if she smelled it.

"Bruce, you really need to remind me to air out our room someday when Julie's not home, otherwise, I'm pretty sure she would murder us."

Turning around, I found the fox laying on the bed, arms stretched out and his eyes closed. Rolling my eyes, I glanced around the room, I spotted multiple pairs of socks, jockstraps, and boxers laying around the room. T-shirts seemed to be spread everywhere, in fact, is that one hanging off of the curtain? Oh gods, Julie would skin us alive if she seen this.

"And maybe we should do laundry if we want to live."

Bruce chuckled and sat up, the fur on the back of his head was a mess from the covers. He rolled onto his side and looked up at me with his disbelieving look.

"Sure thing, but you know, as soon as we clean up the room, and air it out, you're going to whine that it doesn't smell like us and we'll be right back, to where we started."

Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, of course Bruce was right. I'd miss the smell of us and our mixed musk and, honestly, the sight of Bruce's piss stained jockstraps was rather hot, and made me horny. Sighing, I looked up to find Bruce kneading his crotch on the bed.

"You know, we didn't get to finish in the living room. You know... I'm betting my groin is pretty raunchy from that workout I had earlier. It probably reeks."

Groaning, I felt my own cock twinge in my sheath. Rolling my eyes, I got on my knees next to the bed and nuzzled his junk, sniffing at him. Without even taking his shorts off, I knew he had creamed this pair of jockstraps a few weeks ago, and had probably worn it to the gym multiple times this week. A whine of desire escaped my lips as I nudged his shorts.

"Mmm so the wolf wants a treat? Well, since you wanted to prove you're more than just a dog, I guess you'll have to earn it."

Groaning, I glanced up into my lover's eyes. He seemed to be snickering before he laid back on the bed. His head rested on a pillow, his eyes closed. Huffing, I reached up and grabbed the zipper, pulling it down. Very quickly the red fabric of the jock was in the open, airing out. It felt warm to my nose and, this close, I could see how stained the jockstrap really was. Resisting the urge to just keep nuzzling, I pulled back and pushed the shorts down all the way past his paws.


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A Wolf's Kink

This story is a revised and updated tale from my archives and I hope you all enjoy it.