[center]Hot Under the Collar[/center] Candles crackling softly, their heat radiating outward and their light painting the white frosting of the cake beneath them in a gentle yellow glow. Faint ticking sounds in the background echo as the clock counts each second. Swishing wags overpower the clock as the wolf sitting at the head of the table excitedly bounces in his seat. Seated left to him, a small, vibrant kobrold. Magenta, violet, cyan, and orange fur and scales contrast brilliantly with the wrapping paper and gold ribbon encasing the box he holds. “Imma huff! Imma puff! Imma blow your candles out!” Enthusiastic shouting preludes a strong blast of air as the lupine’s brown and tan fur is obscured in darkness. Clapping for himself, his golden irises and the green fur on his chest stand apart in the dim lighting. Bellowing laughter fills the dining room as his booming voice accompanies a monotone percussion instrument: his fist slamming the table. Shaking his head, the kobrold speaks in a meeker voice, “Again, Dad? You make that joke every year?” Looking up, “Lights on!”, is the last thing said before gentle white light from the ceiling rains down over the duo. Placing the present before the larger lupine, Seyia grins watching his father’s pecs bounce with each escaping chortle. “At least I didn’t srcatch the oak this time!” With a wink and playfully sticking his long, pink tongue out, Titus pulls the gift box toward himself. Laughter dying down, the harmonious ring of shaken, empty wine glasses fill the room until... [b]Bing bong bing bong. Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring! Brring![/b] “Happy Father’s Day, Pop!” “Thank you, Son! Now, you never get me anything other than a cake these days. What could this be?” Glee on their faces, the kobrold’s eyes light up as his pupils dilate. Titus’ tail swings with the vigor of a maelstrom. Ripping and tearing at the simple, shimmering paper, his claws rake the cardboard as he tears the box apart! Smiles dampen while the wolf’s brow furrows as he lifts a collar out of the box. Lifting his arms above his head, Seyia's orange tongue and pearl white teeth flash in a wide smile. “Surprise!!! What do you think?” Setting the box and collar on the table, Titus laughs awkwardly. Chagrin and concern occupy his visage at the same time. Folding his digits together, he takes a deep breath, and looks Seyia in the eye. “S-Son? I really appreciate the thought. It’s cute, being a canine and all, but don’t you think that this type of gift is inappropriate to give your father?” Tilting his head, Titus lets out another awkward laugh and a distressed grin. “Come on, try it! Look at it! It suits you well! I bought you one of the hottest things out there. At least put it on and feel it!” Pointing to the discarded collar, Seyia’s smirk gets no smaller. Gradually prying his gaze from his son to his gift, Titus stares at the neckpiece. Gaudy, neon magenta, pink, turquoise polyester ring, black metal clasp, and golden, counterclockwise spirals shining metallically. Gulping silently, Titus picks up the ostentatious accessory and sighs. “I, uh, guess this is pretty special. Maybe just for tonight.” Smirking devilishly, Seyia watches as the clasp is undone, the ring of fabric wraps around Titus’ neck, and is locked into place. Titus’ flustered expression and flicking ears say everything there is to know. “You look good in that, you know.” Nervous laughter follows as Titus rubs the back of his head. Looking around restlessly at the cake, the glasses, table, windows, photos, and everything else he could. Golden, glowing swirling patterns on his collar match the gold hue of his eyes. Spiraling light emanates from deep within those wide, canine pupils as he tugs at his collar a bit. “Think so? It really does. You’re right... This collar really does feel nice.” Elbows on the table, leaning forward, and a devious grin on his face, Seyia nods slowly. “Told you so. I’m sure you’ll be wearing it permanently now.” Wag returns to Titus’ tail. “Yeah... Yeah! I’m never taking this off!” Leaning back in his chair, the oak back groans while the wolf wraps his arms behind his head. “Bet you’d look even better wearing only your collar.” Sitting back, Seyia reaches for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. Tufts of magenta fluff form a fuzzy jungle on his chest, interrupted by ley lines of orange scales in a triangle pattern over his pectorals. Working on throwing his jeans off his hips, he watches as Titus starts to disrobe. Wall of abs, shelf of pecs, biceps nearly as big, shoulders wrapped in beef, and an iron core. Going lower, Titus casts off his slacks. Thighs and calves big as melons and a bubbly butt taking up most of the seat. Between his legs, exquisite lips kiss the fresh air. Stretching, Titus’ body quakes while his voice groans out, “Damn that feels liberating! I look mighty fine wearing just a collar, don’t I?” “Hell yeah, you do. We don’t need clothes when it’s just the two of us, after all.” Nodding, the older lupine bellows, “Damn right!” “Thank you for your gift too.” Tilting his head, Titus looks at Seyia, swirls in his eyes and puzzled. “Gift?” “Nothing big.” Hands behind his head, legs crossed, and eyes shut. Seyia’s cool, collected tone is betrayed by his cocky grin. “You’d like to celebrate Father’s Day with someone else, right?” Pensive, the wolf scratches the top of his head for a minute. Left and right his head shakes while the imaginary sound of gears emanates from Titus’ head. Shrugging, he hums and grunts, “Yeah. I guess. Would be nice.” “Then I’m here to help!” Coy winking and a smirk accentuate the pause. Gently rubbing over his shaft with a couple digits, he chuckles as a bead of pre wells up on his head. Already, his knot grows and throbs. Smooth, green flesh stands tall and proud. Laughing, Titus smiles while a paw trails down to rub his clit. “Sounds fun. Though it is late...” Tapping at his wrist, Titus’ eyes narrow at his unoccupied wrist. “Is Sunday reeeeally a good time? We’ve both got work tomorrow.” Gazing up to the ceiling, Seyia shrugs. “Not until later. There’s plenty of time. We just don’t have allllll night.” Bringing his muzzle down, he flicks his cock with an idle claw. Neon green oscillates left and right, rigid as ever. “Hard to sleep while we’re both so horny too.” “You’re right!” Scratching his chin, Titus’ eyes shut. Calculating, imagining, under the luster of the swirls. “Just not all night, you hear?” “Crystal clear!” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Click.[/b] Faint, amber light flicks on. Soft sounds of the warm June breeze circulate in through the tall pair of opened windows across from the door. Old, white carpet covers the floor, with scattered boxes strewn about. Pictures hanging from the walls. Seyia, Titus, and them together. Left of the entrance, a large king-sized bed. Right, an entertainment center starring a giant plasma television. Messy, homely, and cozy. Throwing himself at the bed, Titus lands on the fluffy, soft, black sheets and blankets. Curling up and wrapping himself up, one of the wrinkled blankets flashes a distored image of a feral wolf on it. While the wolf within smiles and wags, staring at the kobrold still in the doorway. “Well? What are you waiting for?” Tapping the open side of his bed, Titus eagerly watches his son approach. Much more calmly. Jumping onto the bed with one swift motion, Seyia rolls next to Titus. “For you. Ready?” Straddling Titus, Seyia playfully bucks his hips. Leaky, wet dick smears pre over the hungry pussy beneath him. Huffing, Titus gasps and smiles as the kobrold cock rubs his clit. “Always ready! Put it in!” Grinning, Seyia replies, “As you wish”, while carefully pushing the head of his shaft between his father’s folds. Utmost care given to gently working his dick into Titus. Careful, long thrusts help warm up the pair. Claws dance on Titus’ clit. Mischievous façade cracks, shatters, and falls. Closing his eyes, Seyia breathes heavily and quietly. Pearly teeth glint in the gentle lights, flashing as his head bobs softly in each thrust. Air, crisp and cool, heats up with each hot breath. Hotter still his cock grows with each thrust. First the head, then halfway along the shaft, and to the top of the knot. “Mmmmh... B-Been a while since I felt this before.” Titus wraps his legs around Seyia’s waist while moaning to him. Tight abs, tight pussy. Lupine muscle and the practice to control it precisely work the dick inside him wonderfully. A new, cozy, loving sheath. Fitting firmly, while Seyia’s shaft slides deeper within. Prying, pushing, and pounding his way further, Seyia’s pace remains constant. Plunging deep into Titus’ cavern repeatedly, the softer, wider portions warmed up sufficiently for him to proceed further. Stiffer, harder, closer environs for him to feel out. Only his knot, lewdly smacking Titus with wet slaps every thrust, stops him. Huffing out words between each gasping breath, Seyia’s eyes open a crack to see Titus’ panting, eager face. “C-Can I tie you?” Snapping his eyes shut again, the kobrold leans forward. Above his father, wrapping his cyan claws tight around the wolf’s wrists, and pinning Titus’ arms down. “Yes, Seyia”, Titus nods, “Feel free to knot me.” Submitting, Titus arcs his back in the bed. Unmoving wrists, bound digits, and an enthralled mind. Freely fucking for his smaller family. Clenching and squeezing regularly, the only control he has. Teasing, taunting, for more. All his addled brain needs and wants. Holding his breath, Seyia’s hips pull back. Wiggling slightly, lining up, and preparing. Physically and mentally gearing himself up for the penultimate step. Momentary calm, pierced and penetrated with vigor. [b]POP![/b] “Unf!” “AH!” Both gasp in unison. Both tremble at the sudden, irreversible closeness. Both moan as Titus’ clenching draws an orgasm from the reptilian hybrid. White love seeps into the receptive crevasse. Sexual bliss from both partners echos between them while they ride the high. Releasing Titus’ wrists from his grasp, Seyia rests on his father’s chest. Fluttering eyelids part while the aquamarine irises of his shine in pride. “F-Fuck... yes!” “Feels great”, Titus’ low, hushed voice speaks while his arms wrap around his son’s torso, “doesn’t it?” Barely perceptible rumbling rocks his chest while he gives half a laugh. “Everything you dreamed it would be?” “More than I dreamed of. All of it.” Patting the kobrold’s back, Titus smirks. “Now you know... For next time.” “Happy Father’s Day. Now you get to call me Daddy too.” Grinning widely, Seyia’s claws idly scratch over Titus’ pecs. “Well, the day’s nearly here. We should get our rest... Daddy~”