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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Pleasures in Port\nFor Roureem\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe sun was low over the western side of the port, and the golds and reds of the setting sun were slowly fading into orange and purple. Nagi watched it, leaning sideways against the posts of his business as he imagined what the night would bring. Sailors, more than likely, and many of them that were looking for a break from the constant company of their own sort. The black wolf knew that some would crave food, some tea, but most would want the touch of another…and the release that offered. \n\nA small smile crept up the side of his face as Nagi imagined what kind of people he would have to serve. Most of them would be foreigners to Japan, and those that were used to it would have their own habits. They would go to their preferred places, find their comfort, their pleasures, and if they came here – \n\n[i]Well, I will know them,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]And I will deal with them as best I can.[/i]\n\nSome of his employees walked up the dirt path from the piers, the fox and vixen waving at him in the distance. He waved back, the long, draping sleeves of his garments spreading out almost like a butterfly’s wing along his side before he dropped his arm once more. \n\nAcross the way, he could already see some of the geishas putting together their establishment for the night. He had no doubt that they would see more customers than he would, and yet, he knew that they still wouldn’t be as successful as they had once been. The westerners were already starting to bring their own preferences from across the sea, and there was only so much that the traditional women could do for them. \n\n[i]These men know what they want, and they do not want to be bowed to, or treated as lords. They want pleasure, and little more.[/i]\n\nAnd Nagi, for all that he ran the business in the old style and tradition, knew men in a way that the geishas no longer did. Or at the very least, he knew the men that had money. The foreigners brought cash that the locals could only dream about, and those that could not adapt to the new ways would die. \n\nThe black wolf unfolded his arms, humming quietly to himself. His smile grew as he remembered an old teacher that would have slapped him for making sound while on the job, and frequently had. He still remembered the white-furred kitsune appearing out of nowhere anytime the wolf had so much as whistled a note and the sudden crack of a bamboo rod against the back of his neck. Never quite so much to hurt, but always enough to shock and startle, and it usually led to him either falling over or embarrassing himself. \n\n[i]A ninja is silent. The slightest noise can give you away. I will not have a student of mine dying out of carelessness.[/i]\n\nNagi still remembered that, but the days of the ninja had gone by the wayside for the most part. The small clan that had taken him in as an orphan had long-since disbanded, the various members disappearing to the far corners of Japan. He still got information from them from time to time, and he passed on what bits and pieces that he managed to collect as the head of a small brothel in the red-light district of the busy port, but by and large, they were a different part of his life. They were so far away that they were barely connected by memory, and if those bonds hadn’t been as strong as they were, they wouldn’t even have that. \n\nThe black wolf shook his head again, letting the light sting at the back of his neck and the memory of the voice fade away. As much as they had been a massive part of his life for years, it was time for him to focus on the now. \n\n“Are we expecting much tonight, Shugi?” Nagi asked as the fox and vixen made their way to the front door. \n\n“Oh, there’s going to be a [i]lot,[/i]” the fox said, chuckling. “Ten new ships in port, all of them with dozens of men onboard.”\n\n“Passenger ships or cargo boats?” the wolf asked. \n\n“Mmmm, couldn’t tell,” Shugi said, looking to the vixen. “Did you?”\n\n“Cargo, mostly,” she said, shrugging as her tail twitched back and forth behind her. “A few passenger ships, but they were…not our people.”\n\n“Rich, then?”\n\n“Yes, Nagi.”\n\nThe black wolf nodded. The rich and well-to-do that visited their country would, one day, come to establishments such as his. Their money would not be satisfied with the mere trappings of pleasure and power that they would get at the geisha houses. There were too many restrictions there, boundaries that those born and raised in Japan respected and even honored, but which the westerners did not understand. They wanted [i]everything,[/i] and if they couldn’t get it in one house, they would go to another. \n\nBut such times had yet to arrive, and the rich still believed that they would be more respected going to a geisha house than they would be going somewhere else. Sooner or later, they would realize that respect was something that few of them would ever receive. A gaijin was a gaijin, forever. \n\n“Anything else?” Nagi asked as he adjusted the windows and the curtains about them. \n\n“A familiar ship came in,” Shugi said, the fox chuckling. “One from the far side of the world.”\n\n“Oh, really? How far away are we talking?” he asked. \n\n“Oh, very far. From an icy place.”\n\n“Icy, hmm?” \n\n“Yes, yes. With great men in furs and thick pelts, and with axes, too.”\n\nNagi hid a smile. Shugi was one of the younger men that had joined the brothel in the last year. He was enthusiastic, to say the least, and he had less experience with those from distant shores than some of the other workers beneath Nagi’s roof. The last time that a great fleet had come in, the boy had been down at the docks for nearly a full week, staring at everything that came off the boats. \n\nIncluding the sailors. The black wolf wouldn’t have been surprised if he lost a large amount of Shugi’s money for the week with the younger man giving it all away for free. \n\n“There was even a polar bear,” Shugi said. \n\n“…A polar bear?” Nagi asked, slowly looking over his shoulder. “Say more.”\n\n“He stood six feet tall, maybe more. And he wore a bandana over his head, with black fur on his fingers. He looked like a beast of the great north, past the snow and ice, like he had come to life from the winter itself.”\n\n“…Did he, now?”\n\nNagi chuckled, turning back to the curtains. Well, that was a lovely surprise. He tugged the curtains out of the way, one folded down, and the other open. Just enough for a breeze, and for a hint of the incense inside to come out. He tucked everything in place to make sure that the wind could not take it free, then turned back to his workers. \n\n“Come, come, we have much work to do.”\n\n“But the others –”\n\n“Stories for later, Shugi. For now, work.”\n\nAnd perhaps to prepare for a certain guest…\n\n#\n\nIt was nearly moon-rise, and the establishment was filled with light and laughter. Nagi had no doubt that the other businesses were looking out their windows and glaring at the party that was happening right that moment, seeing him as nothing more than the gaudy creature of the night that he had become. They would be right, of course, but he would be able to buy supplies at the end of the night, and they would not. \n\nHe watched from behind the bar as Shugi and the others darted hither and yon, taking orders, guiding some of their clients to baths or to the back rooms for their pleasures. The foxes and others that had taken service under him were quick at their tasks, and very good at them, as well. Not a soul had to wait more than a few minutes before they were attended to, and they were fed well in the meantime. The heavy smell of meat and the salty scent of the sea mixed together, creating a place of happiness and near-fantasy, he imagined, for those that had come to see him. \n\nNagi sat behind the bar, making notes here and there in the ledger as money came in and went out. He kept an inventory not just of amounts, but of the balance of coin and paper beneath the bar, so he would know to the dot just how much they were supposed to have. Old habits died hard; the old masters had always demanded perfection and details, and he could not shake that. \n\nNor did he want to. It was too useful. \n\nAnd it was a wonderful distraction, considering that a piece of him could not shake Shugi’s tale about the polar bear. It wasn’t the fact that there was a sailor of such a species in port that had his attention; there were many of them, and ever since the ports had started opening up, the gaijin were coming in all shapes and sizes. But the bandana, combined with the black fur on the backs of his fingers…\n\n[i]If you are in port, you know where to find me,[/i] he thought, making another note. [i]And if you are not, then there is no point looking.[/i]\n\nNagi could be patient. He had been trained to be very, very patient, indeed. \n\nThe hours of the night wiled on, and the sun disappeared from the horizon. Various men dotted his establishment, some of them looking for anything that was willing to spread their legs, others being choosier, or at times, circumspect. The number of westerners that were willing to go for a male – so long as it wasn’t obvious – baffled his mind. There were many in his own country that were happy to show their love for a man, though never marry him. The shame was not so great as it seemed to be for the gaijin. \n\nBut he was there to serve their needs, and so he did. Some looked at him when they asked for services, but none had the courage to ask directly. If they had, Nagi would have gone along with it in the name of good service, but without the question…well, he had his own hopes for the night, and he would not volunteer his services to someone whose heart quailed before they could ask the question. \n\nHe had just finished the numbers on one page and was about to turn it to the last page of the ledger when the curtains shifted again. The black wolf looked up, peering through the candles at either side of his little spot, and his lips turned up. \n\n“Hello, Oscar,” he whispered under his breath. \n\nHis heart swelled despite his patient expression as the bigger man pushed through the doorway, his head nearly cracking against the top of the frame before he remembered to duck. He stood out among all the employees of the brothel and even the foreigners, standing head and shoulders over some and at least a few inches over the others. He carried a bag over his shoulder, one that the black wolf knew would contain some clothes, a gift or two, and whatever goods he couldn’t leave on his ship. \n\nIt was not the first time that they had met like this, nor the last. \n\nHe closed the ledger and stood up from it. Swan-like, he swept out from behind the bar and darted between the customers with deceptive speed. Here and there, they reached out for his attention, and he would point out Shugi or someone else that was free that might be able to help them. All the while, he moved closer and closer to the door, sliding like water down the rooftops to the polar bear. \n\nBefore Oscar could see him, he’d reached the other man. The black wolf reached up and tapped the bear on the shoulder, drawing his attention. No sooner had their eyes met than the bigger man grinned and swept him up in a hug. \n\n“Goddamn, it’s been too long, you dog!” Oscar cried. \n\nNagi did not respond, though that was mostly due to the fact that his breath had been squeezed right out of him by the bear’s firm embrace. He wrapped his arms around the big, burly sailor, holding him tight, and focused on just breathing through the squeeze. It was a little harder than most people would have given it credit for. \n\n“How long’s it been? Six months? A year? Two?”\n\n“…”\n\n“Hehehe, come on, say something.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Nagi?”\n\nHe tapped the bear’s shoulder. The sailor pulled back enough so that he could see, and the black wolf pointed to his closed lips, and then to the ground. \n\n“Oh, right. Sorry.”\n\nOscar dropped him, and Nagi took a practiced breath. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had the air squeezed right out of him, after all. A most amusing part of being a bear’s lover, he supposed. \n\n“A year,” he said. \n\n“What?”\n\n“You asked how long. It’s been approximately a year, give or take a week on either side,” the black wolf said with a small smile. “Shall I assume that you want the same arrangements as last time?”\n\n“I don’t even remember what they were last time. I just remember –”\n\n“Ah.”\n\nNagi rested a finger on Oscar’s lips, his own quirking up slightly further in an amused smile. He shook his head. \n\n“I have missed your eagerness, but not in public, Oscar. Shall I make the arrangements and take you upstairs?”\n\nThe bear smiled, kissing his finger before nodding. Nagi brought the finger to his lips and kissed it, as well, then turned back to the bar. He could already see Shugi getting several drinks prepared, and he caught the fox’s attention before he could rush back to the people waiting for them. \n\n“I have a client,” the black wolf said. \n\n“You? When? Who?”\n\n“The bear that you saw.”\n\n“You – but I wanted him!”\n\n“I’m afraid that he came for me,” Nagi said, shaking his head. “For now, you are on bar and ledger. Make sure that all the details stay straight. I do not need to untangle them later.”\n\n“I – fine, fine. But I want a big guy like that later.”\n\n“Find one, and you shall have him, but for the moment, attend to your duties.” He pointed to the book. “And prepare one tea, one coffee, a triple portion of fish, and a spread of tempura.”\n\n“…How much does he eat?!” \n\n“Enough to satisfy me, Shugi. Now, do as you’re told.”\n\nDismissing the fox with a gentle shoulder-pat, he rejoined the polar bear at the base of the stairs around the corner from the bar. Oscar chuckled as soon as he was in reach, putting an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. \n\n“I’ve missed you.”\n\n“I’m certain that you’ve missed a number of things,” Nagi said as they walked up the stairs. “Namely someone that can deal with how large you are.”\n\n“Heh, don’t you know it. Every crew, I swear. Every single crew has its sailors that like men, but none of ‘em want to have the real thing when it comes down to it. None of ‘em want to get fucked. Get sucked, get the chance to get jerked off, but the best I get?”\n\n“Hands?” Nagi said. \n\n“Hands. Fucking hands, every fucking time.”\n\nIt was the same complaint that had driven the bear to his establishment the first time, and it was still just as amusing as it had been back then. It should not have been, of course, for someone having to sacrifice pleasure due to something that they could not control was hardly fair in life. But the very idea that the bear was so eager that he was willing to go so far as to suck someone off in hopes of getting just a handjob back…\n\nIt was amusing. And it made it quite clear why he had finally broken down enough to try a brothel. \n\nAnd then…\n\nNagi smiled, allowing himself to be pulled closer to the polar bear. They had gotten close. Quite close, over the past few times that the bear had visited. Oscar’s first call had been purely for pleasure, but even that had been warm and comforting. The way that the ursine customer had been very keen on making sure that they both enjoyed themselves had been a shift compared to the other clients that Nagi had to take care of, and they’d started talking afterward, something else that was quite rare in this line of work. \n\n“Have you considered staying anywhere?” he asked as they reached the top of the stairs. \n\n“Heh, I’m staying here until the ship puts to sea again.”\n\n“And after?”\n\n“What do you mean, after? I gotta make money, you know.”\n\nHe nodded, leaving it there. The last thing that he wanted was to push Oscar in the wrong direction before they’d had their fun. It was rare enough that he had the bear to himself, after all, and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. \n\nThey reached the room that he kept for himself at the end of the hallway, and he pulled it open. Conversation was done for now. Pleasure-time had come. \n\nOscar stepped inside and pulled him along. The door shut behind him on its own accord, and the bear pulled him to the bed. They all but fell into it as Oscar grabbed the wolf’s clothes, pulling them aside carefully, if clumsily. There was always the risk of something coming loose, getting torn, but the sailor had surprisingly gentle hands for all his eagerness and size. He did his best, and Nagi had already loosened the ties, anyway. \n\nSoon, his pants, fundoshi, and sandals were kicked off to the side, leaving him bare from the waist down. Oscar smiled down at him, the bear’s massive muzzle nudging under his balls and giving them a little push. Nagi sighed happily, closing his eyes to slits for a moment as he felt the hot breath down there, the gentle warmth of someone else that hungered for him rather than merely needed a hole. \n\n“Heh, been a while?” Oscar asked. \n\n“Somewhat…but probably not as long as it has been for you.”\n\nHe nudged the bear’s bulge, and he could feel it already throbbing against his toes. He looked back up at his lover. \n\n“Take it off for me.”\n\nOscar chuckled, leaning back just enough to undo the little leather ties that kept his pants up. They came loose quickly, and the pants fell to the bear’s knees, revealing a familiar shaft. Six months, a year, two years: Nagi didn’t think that he would forget that dark, fleshy thing in any length of time, particularly with the way that it made his insides feel after it plunged in and took him. \n\nAs the bear leaned forward again, hands on the wolf’s thighs, he brought his foot in between the bear’s legs. He spread his toes, letting the tip rest between them, and gently squeezed just behind the head. Oscar grunted under his breath, huffing again before slowly sticking out his tongue. \n\n“Mmmm…”\n\n“Taste me, and I will give you everything you need,” Nagi said. \n\n“You’re the only fucking one…I believe when you say that…”\n\nThe bear’s tongue was gentle and slow. It dragged from the base of the wolf’s rising shaft to the tip, helping him get harder, harder, and harder, until by the fifth lick, his dick was as erect and aroused as possible. It bobbed up and down over Oscar’s face, twitching and leaking over the bear’s tongue, and the sailor looked as smug as possible about it. \n\nShaking his head, Nagi leaned back and closed his eyes. He knew how to play the game, and he knew where it would go. When the bear was done playing with his cock, they would move to proper fucking, and he would be on his back and his tail in the air, his rump spread and his cheeks getting pounded by the big, powerful man. His toes, clenching and curling with the old remnants of pre-cum on them, would keep doing that until he went over the edge with an climax that the bear forced out of him with his ferocity. \n\nIt happened every time, and it was glorious, but until it did happen, he would keep playing with his partner. His feet pressed in tight to that dark, throbbing shaft, one teasing around the head, the other moving down to the balls and gently nudging them up and down. He dragged his toes from the sac to the base of the shaft, spreading his toes around the girthy thing and slowly stroking along either side. \n\nEach little touch brought a little huff from the bear’s jaws and more hot air around his cock and balls. The black wolf curled his fingers into his sheets, sighing under his breath and savoring the feeling of his lover being back again. \n\n[i]It won’t last for long,[/i] the realistic side of his mind said. [i]He never stays long. He always leaves. He doesn’t belong to you.[/i]\n\nNagi ignored the voice for now. In port, they were together, and that was enough for the black wolf. \n\nAs Oscar bobbed, grunting in that way that only a bear could quite manage with a sound that was hungry and aggressive and happy all at once, the wolf just…enjoyed. He moved his feet slowly, teasing and stroking the shaft between them, keeping it good and hard and drippy, but mostly, he just enjoyed the feeling of that maw working his cock. Little licks, mostly, dragging along the sides, playfully bobbing his shaft from one side to the other, but sometimes, more. \n\nSo much more. \n\nHe huffed as the big bear swallowed his cock, pulling it down to the base, sucking it into his throat. Even then, it wasn’t as if he was the one in charge. He was just giving his cock to the big guy to play with, feeling it getting sucked on, but those throat walls were clenched tight around him. Those lips pulled close to his shaft. Those teeth…\n\nThey never bit, never scraped, but they were there. They were always there, and that deep growl made it clear what Oscar was thinking: [i]mine.[/i]\n\n[i]Yours…dear…all yours…[/i]\n\nSuck. \n\nSlip. \n\nSmack. \n\nOscar’s lips went down, down, pressing against the wolf’s balls. Rubbery lips gently parted, letting one half of his sac past them, then the other. Nagi arched his back as the polar bear sucked on his balls, dragging them down, making him feel the sheer pressure and heat of that mouth against them. Sucking, licking, teasing – \n\nPOP!\n\nAnd then they were out again, released, bobbing outside of the bear’s mouth and sagging, wet and warm. \n\n“Heh…full, alright,” Oscar said. \n\n“You…are taking far too much pleasure in this.”\n\n“I haven’t seen you for too long. I’m gonna enjoy myself.”\n\n“As you will, my icy Dane.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnother gentle suck, then another lick, all while that big dick throbbed and spat pre-cum against his feet and toes. The feeling of the warm slime running along his soles was nice, and he knew that the scent would linger for some time. It would be a reminder that would be all he had until the next time that the bear was in port. Hopefully, the next time wouldn’t be quite so far away. \n\nHe wasn’t sure how long they played like that. The licking, sucking, stroking, touching. Nagi would reach down and rub Oscar’s head, while the polar bear would cup his ass and squeeze his thighs as the oral continued on. There was never any shortage of affection between them, only the growing need for more. \n\nAnd eventually, that need consumed the both of them. Their eyes met and they moved together, of one mind and possibly fewer. They shifted position, sliding back, with the black wolf moving to all fours while the bear moved over him. \n\n“God, I’ve missed your ass,” Oscar muttered. \n\n“And I’ve missed more than that…”\n\n“Heh, you know what I mean.”\n\n“Show me. But after.”\n\n“Heh, yeah. After.”\n\nA hand on his hip preceded the shaft against his cheeks. It was just as broad and hot as he remembered, thick and wet with pre-cum that he had helped milk out of it. His toes curled at the thought of what was about to happen, the slimy heat left between his toes sending a little shiver up his spine. \n\nNo matter how many times he did this with Oscar, it always felt right. Every time that they laid together, every time that he surrendered to the much larger male, it felt right. \n\nHe flicked his tail up as the swollen tip pressed between his cheeks. He felt the first little stroke, a little slide and miss along his pucker, before Oscar parted his cheeks properly. The familiar feeling of the fingers at the edges and the thumbs right on either side of his rim left him smiling against the mattress. \n\n“Ready?”\n\n“I was ready months ago. Please…let’s do this again.”\n\n“Mmm, music to my ears…”\n\nThe thumbs kept him spread. That cock pressed against him again, sliding up his taint, just past his balls, and then right against the softer, sensitive flesh around his hole. He breathed in, out, in, out, then pushed back just a little. His hole opened as the shaft reached him, a practiced movement – \n\nSlurp. \n\nNot even a pop this time. He had learned how to take things of that size properly, to allow it in and all but suck the thing in without the top having to do a thing. He smiled to himself as he felt the sudden stiffening behind him, the big bear clearly enjoying himself. \n\n“Mmmph…that’s a new trick…”\n\n“I wanted you to have something to remember.”\n\n“I always remember you.”\n\nOscar loomed over him, but now, that weight was more than just a shadow. The bear leaned over him, belly against the wolf’s back. He could feel the pressure of the big guy against him, the thick shaft sliding all the way to the hilt as Oscar pushed himself closer and closer until he was completely inside. They were connected, hip to ass, back to gut, and shoulders to chest. The bear leaned in, nuzzling against the back of Nagi’s head, and he could feel both the soft, rubbery lips and the bushy black eyebrows that the big man had. \n\n“Mmmph…fuck…I’ve missed this. And you.”\n\n“And I have missed you.”\n\nHe tilted his head back, licking the bear’s muzzle. \n\n“Now…use me.”\n\nOscar’s hands moved from Nagi’s hips to his chest. He had a big bear hug from behind as the bigger male started moving, his hips rolling and sliding that fat dick backward. Even with all the practice and training that Nagi had put himself through, the black wolf still felt every inch of that cock. It pulled at his inner walls, grinding down on his prostate all the way back, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he just…enjoyed it. \n\nBack, back, back, almost halfway out before – slick. Right back in, all the way up to the hilt once more, and he shivered as he felt it lodge inside of him. Yes, yes, that was what he had been missing. He hadn’t had this for too long, and he was finally getting it again. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nEach time that he felt the bear’s hips rocking backward, his insides gripped down hard on that shaft, sucking at it, pulling at it, trying to keep it from just sliding out so easily, only for any resistance to be battered down by the thrust that followed. The sheer weight and heft of that cock kept slamming down on his prostate, leaving his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he took it again, and again, and again. Each time, his cock throbbed against his belly, pre-cum bubbling from the tip, warming his stomach fur and dripping down to the bed in equal turns. \n\nThe bear’s grunts in his ears were music, soft and gentle and sweet, but so powerful and primal at the same time. Hot air huffed past his face, and those strong arms cushioned him, supported him, caressed him. Nagi closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of being taken, and being held. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nIn. \n\nOut. \n\nOscar was unrelenting in his fucking. Each thrust pushed that thick shaft all the way to the deepest depths that no other client could reach, and the Dane pulled back with a strange power that made it feel almost as if he knew what he was doing, teasing, taking his time, showing Nagi what he could do that nobody else could manage. There was no ego in Oscar that would explain that, but it still felt so good. \n\nIn, gliding, sliding along his inner walls, pressing down on his prostate as if forcing it to bow the way that the country had to outsiders. \n\nOut, sliding back, taking its time, making his body beg for its return. \n\nNagi surrendered to the rhythm, letting his body enjoy itself, and silencing his mind as the pleasure swelled and receded by turns. In, out, in, out, faster, harder, those heavy bear balls slapping against his taint and his own as it got stronger. Faster, deeper, taking him and making the room groan from the sheer violence of their coupling. In, out, his cheeks bouncing every time that the bear went in – \n\nAnd then he could no longer hold it. One chance thrust pushed down against his prostate hard enough that he could no longer hold himself, and he moaned, his eyes closing tight and his teeth clenching on the bedding. The bear held him there, humping him through his orgasm as he painted the sheets, only to join him partway through. \n\nThe swelling, filling heat of the bear’s pleasure pulsing through his guts was just as familiar as that mouth and cock had been to start. He moaned as he felt his own pleasure extend, going on longer still, and squeezed down as tight as he could on the cock inside of him. So…so good…\n\nAnd so plentiful…\n\nAnd so much…\n\nPulse. Pulse. Pulse. He wasn’t sure how long their mutual orgasms extended for, but it was long enough that they were both panting for breath by the end of it. Nagi reached back, patting Oscar’s hips. \n\n“I’ve missed you.”\n\n“Heh…and I missed you. I…”\n\n“I know.”\n\nThey didn’t have to say it. ‘I love you’ when one couldn’t leave and the other couldn’t stay hurt too much to say. But they knew it, regardless. \n\nThere was a soft thump on the door. Nagi sighed. \n\n“That will be the tea and coffee.”\n\n“And food?” Oscar asked, his dick jumping in the wolf’s rump. \n\n“Heh…perhaps.”\n\n“Should I –”\n\n“In a moment. When you’ve stopped dripping.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A wolf brothel owner and a bear sailor meet up again after a long time apart, and enjoy each other. \n\nTags: M/M, Different Cultures, Polar Bear, Black Wolf, Fox, Japan, Brothel, Prostitution, Anal, Oral, Foot Fetish, Orgasm, Cum, Pre-Cum, Size Difference, ",
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The Pleasures in Port For Roureem By Draconicon
The sun was low over the western side of the port, and the golds and reds of the setting sun were slowly fading into orange and purple. Nagi watched it, leaning sideways against the posts of his business as he imagined what the night would bring. Sailors, more than likely, and many of them that were looking for a break from the constant company of their own sort. The black wolf knew that some would crave food, some tea, but most would want the touch of another…and the release that offered.
A small smile crept up the side of his face as Nagi imagined what kind of people he would have to serve. Most of them would be foreigners to Japan, and those that were used to it would have their own habits. They would go to their preferred places, find their comfort, their pleasures, and if they came here –
Well, I will know them, he thought, shaking his head. And I will deal with them as best I can.
Some of his employees walked up the dirt path from the piers, the fox and vixen waving at him in the distance. He waved back, the long, draping sleeves of his garments spreading out almost like a butterfly’s wing along his side before he dropped his arm once more.
Across the way, he could already see some of the geishas putting together their establishment for the night. He had no doubt that they would see more customers than he would, and yet, he knew that they still wouldn’t be as successful as they had once been. The westerners were already starting to bring their own preferences from across the sea, and there was only so much that the traditional women could do for them.
These men know what they want, and they do not want to be bowed to, or treated as lords. They want pleasure, and little more.
And Nagi, for all that he ran the business in the old style and tradition, knew men in a way that the geishas no longer did. Or at the very least, he knew the men that had money. The foreigners brought cash that the locals could only dream about, and those that could not adapt to the new ways would die.
The black wolf unfolded his arms, humming quietly to himself. His smile grew as he remembered an old teacher that would have slapped him for making sound while on the job, and frequently had. He still remembered the white-furred kitsune appearing out of nowhere anytime the wolf had so much as whistled a note and the sudden crack of a bamboo rod against the back of his neck. Never quite so much to hurt, but always enough to shock and startle, and it usually led to him either falling over or embarrassing himself.
A ninja is silent. The slightest noise can give you away. I will not have a student of mine dying out of carelessness.
Nagi still remembered that, but the days of the ninja had gone by the wayside for the most part. The small clan that had taken him in as an orphan had long-since disbanded, the various members disappearing to the far corners of Japan. He still got information from them from time to time, and he passed on what bits and pieces that he managed to collect as the head of a small brothel in the red-light district of the busy port, but by and large, they were a different part of his life. They were so far away that they were barely connected by memory, and if those bonds hadn’t been as strong as they were, they wouldn’t even have that.
The black wolf shook his head again, letting the light sting at the back of his neck and the memory of the voice fade away. As much as they had been a massive part of his life for years, it was time for him to focus on the now.
“Are we expecting much tonight, Shugi?” Nagi asked as the fox and vixen made their way to the front door.
“Oh, there’s going to be a lot,” the fox said, chuckling. “Ten new ships in port, all of them with dozens of men onboard.”
“Passenger ships or cargo boats?” the wolf asked.
“Mmmm, couldn’t tell,” Shugi said, looking to the vixen. “Did you?”
“Cargo, mostly,” she said, shrugging as her tail twitched back and forth behind her. “A few passenger ships, but they were…not our people.”
“Rich, then?”
“Yes, Nagi.”
The black wolf nodded. The rich and well-to-do that visited their country would, one day, come to establishments such as his. Their money would not be satisfied with the mere trappings of pleasure and power that they would get at the geisha houses. There were too many restrictions there, boundaries that those born and raised in Japan respected and even honored, but which the westerners did not understand. They wanted everything, and if they couldn’t get it in one house, they would go to another.
But such times had yet to arrive, and the rich still believed that they would be more respected going to a geisha house than they would be going somewhere else. Sooner or later, they would realize that respect was something that few of them would ever receive. A gaijin was a gaijin, forever.
“Anything else?” Nagi asked as he adjusted the windows and the curtains about them.
“A familiar ship came in,” Shugi said, the fox chuckling. “One from the far side of the world.”
“Oh, really? How far away are we talking?” he asked.
“Oh, very far. From an icy place.”
“Icy, hmm?”
“Yes, yes. With great men in furs and thick pelts, and with axes, too.”
Nagi hid a smile. Shugi was one of the younger men that had joined the brothel in the last year. He was enthusiastic, to say the least, and he had less experience with those from distant shores than some of the other workers beneath Nagi’s roof. The last time that a great fleet had come in, the boy had been down at the docks for nearly a full week, staring at everything that came off the boats.
Including the sailors. The black wolf wouldn’t have been surprised if he lost a large amount of Shugi’s money for the week with the younger man giving it all away for free.
“There was even a polar bear,” Shugi said.
“…A polar bear?” Nagi asked, slowly looking over his shoulder. “Say more.”
“He stood six feet tall, maybe more. And he wore a bandana over his head, with black fur on his fingers. He looked like a beast of the great north, past the snow and ice, like he had come to life from the winter itself.”
“…Did he, now?”
Nagi chuckled, turning back to the curtains. Well, that was a lovely surprise. He tugged the curtains out of the way, one folded down, and the other open. Just enough for a breeze, and for a hint of the incense inside to come out. He tucked everything in place to make sure that the wind could not take it free, then turned back to his workers.
“Come, come, we have much work to do.”
“But the others –”
“Stories for later, Shugi. For now, work.”
And perhaps to prepare for a certain guest…
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It was nearly moon-rise, and the establishment was filled with light and laughter. Nagi had no doubt that the other businesses were looking out their windows and glaring at the party that was happening right that moment, seeing him as nothing more than the gaudy creature of the night that he had become. They would be right, of course, but he would be able to buy supplies at the end of the night, and they would not.
He watched from behind the bar as Shugi and the others darted hither and yon, taking orders, guiding some of their clients to baths or to the back rooms for their pleasures. The foxes and others that had taken service under him were quick at their tasks, and very good at them, as well. Not a soul had to wait more than a few minutes before they were attended to, and they were fed well in the meantime. The heavy smell of meat and the salty scent of the sea mixed together, creating a place of happiness and near-fantasy, he imagined, for those that had come to see him.
Nagi sat behind the bar, making notes here and there in the ledger as money came in and went out. He kept an inventory not just of amounts, but of the balance of coin and paper beneath the bar, so he would know to the dot just how much they were supposed to have. Old habits died hard; the old masters had always demanded perfection and details, and he could not shake that.
Nor did he want to. It was too useful.
And it was a wonderful distraction, considering that a piece of him could not shake Shugi’s tale about the polar bear. It wasn’t the fact that there was a sailor of such a species in port that had his attention; there were many of them, and ever since the ports had started opening up, the gaijin were coming in all shapes and sizes. But the bandana, combined with the black fur on the backs of his fingers…
If you are in port, you know where to find me, he thought, making another note. And if you are not, then there is no point looking.
Nagi could be patient. He had been trained to be very, very patient, indeed.
The hours of the night wiled on, and the sun disappeared from the horizon. Various men dotted his establishment, some of them looking for anything that was willing to spread their legs, others being choosier, or at times, circumspect. The number of westerners that were willing to go for a male – so long as it wasn’t obvious – baffled his mind. There were many in his own country that were happy to show their love for a man, though never marry him. The shame was not so great as it seemed to be for the gaijin.
But he was there to serve their needs, and so he did. Some looked at him when they asked for services, but none had the courage to ask directly. If they had, Nagi would have gone along with it in the name of good service, but without the question…well, he had his own hopes for the night, and he would not volunteer his services to someone whose heart quailed before they could ask the question.
He had just finished the numbers on one page and was about to turn it to the last page of the ledger when the curtains shifted again. The black wolf looked up, peering through the candles at either side of his little spot, and his lips turned up.
“Hello, Oscar,” he whispered under his breath.
His heart swelled despite his patient expression as the bigger man pushed through the doorway, his head nearly cracking against the top of the frame before he remembered to duck. He stood out among all the employees of the brothel and even the foreigners, standing head and shoulders over some and at least a few inches over the others. He carried a bag over his shoulder, one that the black wolf knew would contain some clothes, a gift or two, and whatever goods he couldn’t leave on his ship.
It was not the first time that they had met like this, nor the last.
He closed the ledger and stood up from it. Swan-like, he swept out from behind the bar and darted between the customers with deceptive speed. Here and there, they reached out for his attention, and he would point out Shugi or someone else that was free that might be able to help them. All the while, he moved closer and closer to the door, sliding like water down the rooftops to the polar bear.
Before Oscar could see him, he’d reached the other man. The black wolf reached up and tapped the bear on the shoulder, drawing his attention. No sooner had their eyes met than the bigger man grinned and swept him up in a hug.
“Goddamn, it’s been too long, you dog!” Oscar cried.
Nagi did not respond, though that was mostly due to the fact that his breath had been squeezed right out of him by the bear’s firm embrace. He wrapped his arms around the big, burly sailor, holding him tight, and focused on just breathing through the squeeze. It was a little harder than most people would have given it credit for.
“How long’s it been? Six months? A year? Two?”
“…”
“Hehehe, come on, say something.”
“…”
“Nagi?”
He tapped the bear’s shoulder. The sailor pulled back enough so that he could see, and the black wolf pointed to his closed lips, and then to the ground.
“Oh, right. Sorry.”
Oscar dropped him, and Nagi took a practiced breath. It wasn’t the first time that he’d had the air squeezed right out of him, after all. A most amusing part of being a bear’s lover, he supposed.
“A year,” he said.
“What?”
“You asked how long. It’s been approximately a year, give or take a week on either side,” the black wolf said with a small smile. “Shall I assume that you want the same arrangements as last time?”
“I don’t even remember what they were last time. I just remember –”
“Ah.”
Nagi rested a finger on Oscar’s lips, his own quirking up slightly further in an amused smile. He shook his head.
“I have missed your eagerness, but not in public, Oscar. Shall I make the arrangements and take you upstairs?”
The bear smiled, kissing his finger before nodding. Nagi brought the finger to his lips and kissed it, as well, then turned back to the bar. He could already see Shugi getting several drinks prepared, and he caught the fox’s attention before he could rush back to the people waiting for them.
“I have a client,” the black wolf said.
“You? When? Who?”
“The bear that you saw.”
“You – but I wanted him!”
“I’m afraid that he came for me,” Nagi said, shaking his head. “For now, you are on bar and ledger. Make sure that all the details stay straight. I do not need to untangle them later.”
“I – fine, fine. But I want a big guy like that later.”
“Find one, and you shall have him, but for the moment, attend to your duties.” He pointed to the book. “And prepare one tea, one coffee, a triple portion of fish, and a spread of tempura.”
“…How much does he eat?!”
“Enough to satisfy me, Shugi. Now, do as you’re told.”
Dismissing the fox with a gentle shoulder-pat, he rejoined the polar bear at the base of the stairs around the corner from the bar. Oscar chuckled as soon as he was in reach, putting an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.
“I’ve missed you.”
“I’m certain that you’ve missed a number of things,” Nagi said as they walked up the stairs. “Namely someone that can deal with how large you are.”
“Heh, don’t you know it. Every crew, I swear. Every single crew has its sailors that like men, but none of ‘em want to have the real thing when it comes down to it. None of ‘em want to get fucked. Get sucked, get the chance to get jerked off, but the best I get?”
“Hands?” Nagi said.
“Hands. Fucking hands, every fucking time.”
It was the same complaint that had driven the bear to his establishment the first time, and it was still just as amusing as it had been back then. It should not have been, of course, for someone having to sacrifice pleasure due to something that they could not control was hardly fair in life. But the very idea that the bear was so eager that he was willing to go so far as to suck someone off in hopes of getting just a handjob back…
It was amusing. And it made it quite clear why he had finally broken down enough to try a brothel.
And then…
Nagi smiled, allowing himself to be pulled closer to the polar bear. They had gotten close. Quite close, over the past few times that the bear had visited. Oscar’s first call had been purely for pleasure, but even that had been warm and comforting. The way that the ursine customer had been very keen on making sure that they both enjoyed themselves had been a shift compared to the other clients that Nagi had to take care of, and they’d started talking afterward, something else that was quite rare in this line of work.
“Have you considered staying anywhere?” he asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Heh, I’m staying here until the ship puts to sea again.”
“And after?”
“What do you mean, after? I gotta make money, you know.”
He nodded, leaving it there. The last thing that he wanted was to push Oscar in the wrong direction before they’d had their fun. It was rare enough that he had the bear to himself, after all, and he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.
They reached the room that he kept for himself at the end of the hallway, and he pulled it open. Conversation was done for now. Pleasure-time had come.
Oscar stepped inside and pulled him along. The door shut behind him on its own accord, and the bear pulled him to the bed. They all but fell into it as Oscar grabbed the wolf’s clothes, pulling them aside carefully, if clumsily. There was always the risk of something coming loose, getting torn, but the sailor had surprisingly gentle hands for all his eagerness and size. He did his best, and Nagi had already loosened the ties, anyway.
Soon, his pants, fundoshi, and sandals were kicked off to the side, leaving him bare from the waist down. Oscar smiled down at him, the bear’s massive muzzle nudging under his balls and giving them a little push. Nagi sighed happily, closing his eyes to slits for a moment as he felt the hot breath down there, the gentle warmth of someone else that hungered for him rather than merely needed a hole.
“Heh, been a while?” Oscar asked.
“Somewhat…but probably not as long as it has been for you.”
He nudged the bear’s bulge, and he could feel it already throbbing against his toes. He looked back up at his lover.
“Take it off for me.”
Oscar chuckled, leaning back just enough to undo the little leather ties that kept his pants up. They came loose quickly, and the pants fell to the bear’s knees, revealing a familiar shaft. Six months, a year, two years: Nagi didn’t think that he would forget that dark, fleshy thing in any length of time, particularly with the way that it made his insides feel after it plunged in and took him.
As the bear leaned forward again, hands on the wolf’s thighs, he brought his foot in between the bear’s legs. He spread his toes, letting the tip rest between them, and gently squeezed just behind the head. Oscar grunted under his breath, huffing again before slowly sticking out his tongue.
“Mmmm…”
“Taste me, and I will give you everything you need,” Nagi said.
“You’re the only fucking one…I believe when you say that…”
The bear’s tongue was gentle and slow. It dragged from the base of the wolf’s rising shaft to the tip, helping him get harder, harder, and harder, until by the fifth lick, his dick was as erect and aroused as possible. It bobbed up and down over Oscar’s face, twitching and leaking over the bear’s tongue, and the sailor looked as smug as possible about it.
Shaking his head, Nagi leaned back and closed his eyes. He knew how to play the game, and he knew where it would go. When the bear was done playing with his cock, they would move to proper fucking, and he would be on his back and his tail in the air, his rump spread and his cheeks getting pounded by the big, powerful man. His toes, clenching and curling with the old remnants of pre-cum on them, would keep doing that until he went over the edge with an climax that the bear forced out of him with his ferocity.
It happened every time, and it was glorious, but until it did happen, he would keep playing with his partner. His feet pressed in tight to that dark, throbbing shaft, one teasing around the head, the other moving down to the balls and gently nudging them up and down. He dragged his toes from the sac to the base of the shaft, spreading his toes around the girthy thing and slowly stroking along either side.
Each little touch brought a little huff from the bear’s jaws and more hot air around his cock and balls. The black wolf curled his fingers into his sheets, sighing under his breath and savoring the feeling of his lover being back again.
It won’t last for long, the realistic side of his mind said. He never stays long. He always leaves. He doesn’t belong to you.
Nagi ignored the voice for now. In port, they were together, and that was enough for the black wolf.
As Oscar bobbed, grunting in that way that only a bear could quite manage with a sound that was hungry and aggressive and happy all at once, the wolf just…enjoyed. He moved his feet slowly, teasing and stroking the shaft between them, keeping it good and hard and drippy, but mostly, he just enjoyed the feeling of that maw working his cock. Little licks, mostly, dragging along the sides, playfully bobbing his shaft from one side to the other, but sometimes, more.
So much more.
He huffed as the big bear swallowed his cock, pulling it down to the base, sucking it into his throat. Even then, it wasn’t as if he was the one in charge. He was just giving his cock to the big guy to play with, feeling it getting sucked on, but those throat walls were clenched tight around him. Those lips pulled close to his shaft. Those teeth…
They never bit, never scraped, but they were there. They were always there, and that deep growl made it clear what Oscar was thinking: mine.
Yours…dear…all yours…
Suck.
Slip.
Smack.
Oscar’s lips went down, down, pressing against the wolf’s balls. Rubbery lips gently parted, letting one half of his sac past them, then the other. Nagi arched his back as the polar bear sucked on his balls, dragging them down, making him feel the sheer pressure and heat of that mouth against them. Sucking, licking, teasing –
POP!
And then they were out again, released, bobbing outside of the bear’s mouth and sagging, wet and warm.
“Heh…full, alright,” Oscar said.
“You…are taking far too much pleasure in this.”
“I haven’t seen you for too long. I’m gonna enjoy myself.”
“As you will, my icy Dane.”
“Mmmph…”
Another gentle suck, then another lick, all while that big dick throbbed and spat pre-cum against his feet and toes. The feeling of the warm slime running along his soles was nice, and he knew that the scent would linger for some time. It would be a reminder that would be all he had until the next time that the bear was in port. Hopefully, the next time wouldn’t be quite so far away.
He wasn’t sure how long they played like that. The licking, sucking, stroking, touching. Nagi would reach down and rub Oscar’s head, while the polar bear would cup his ass and squeeze his thighs as the oral continued on. There was never any shortage of affection between them, only the growing need for more.
And eventually, that need consumed the both of them. Their eyes met and they moved together, of one mind and possibly fewer. They shifted position, sliding back, with the black wolf moving to all fours while the bear moved over him.
“God, I’ve missed your ass,” Oscar muttered.
“And I’ve missed more than that…”
“Heh, you know what I mean.”
“Show me. But after.”
“Heh, yeah. After.”
A hand on his hip preceded the shaft against his cheeks. It was just as broad and hot as he remembered, thick and wet with pre-cum that he had helped milk out of it. His toes curled at the thought of what was about to happen, the slimy heat left between his toes sending a little shiver up his spine.
No matter how many times he did this with Oscar, it always felt right. Every time that they laid together, every time that he surrendered to the much larger male, it felt right.
He flicked his tail up as the swollen tip pressed between his cheeks. He felt the first little stroke, a little slide and miss along his pucker, before Oscar parted his cheeks properly. The familiar feeling of the fingers at the edges and the thumbs right on either side of his rim left him smiling against the mattress.
“Ready?”
“I was ready months ago. Please…let’s do this again.”
“Mmm, music to my ears…”
The thumbs kept him spread. That cock pressed against him again, sliding up his taint, just past his balls, and then right against the softer, sensitive flesh around his hole. He breathed in, out, in, out, then pushed back just a little. His hole opened as the shaft reached him, a practiced movement –
Slurp.
Not even a pop this time. He had learned how to take things of that size properly, to allow it in and all but suck the thing in without the top having to do a thing. He smiled to himself as he felt the sudden stiffening behind him, the big bear clearly enjoying himself.
“Mmmph…that’s a new trick…”
“I wanted you to have something to remember.”
“I always remember you.”
Oscar loomed over him, but now, that weight was more than just a shadow. The bear leaned over him, belly against the wolf’s back. He could feel the pressure of the big guy against him, the thick shaft sliding all the way to the hilt as Oscar pushed himself closer and closer until he was completely inside. They were connected, hip to ass, back to gut, and shoulders to chest. The bear leaned in, nuzzling against the back of Nagi’s head, and he could feel both the soft, rubbery lips and the bushy black eyebrows that the big man had.
“Mmmph…fuck…I’ve missed this. And you.”
“And I have missed you.”
He tilted his head back, licking the bear’s muzzle.
“Now…use me.”
Oscar’s hands moved from Nagi’s hips to his chest. He had a big bear hug from behind as the bigger male started moving, his hips rolling and sliding that fat dick backward. Even with all the practice and training that Nagi had put himself through, the black wolf still felt every inch of that cock. It pulled at his inner walls, grinding down on his prostate all the way back, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he just…enjoyed it.
Back, back, back, almost halfway out before – slick. Right back in, all the way up to the hilt once more, and he shivered as he felt it lodge inside of him. Yes, yes, that was what he had been missing. He hadn’t had this for too long, and he was finally getting it again.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Each time that he felt the bear’s hips rocking backward, his insides gripped down hard on that shaft, sucking at it, pulling at it, trying to keep it from just sliding out so easily, only for any resistance to be battered down by the thrust that followed. The sheer weight and heft of that cock kept slamming down on his prostate, leaving his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he took it again, and again, and again. Each time, his cock throbbed against his belly, pre-cum bubbling from the tip, warming his stomach fur and dripping down to the bed in equal turns.
The bear’s grunts in his ears were music, soft and gentle and sweet, but so powerful and primal at the same time. Hot air huffed past his face, and those strong arms cushioned him, supported him, caressed him. Nagi closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of being taken, and being held.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Oscar was unrelenting in his fucking. Each thrust pushed that thick shaft all the way to the deepest depths that no other client could reach, and the Dane pulled back with a strange power that made it feel almost as if he knew what he was doing, teasing, taking his time, showing Nagi what he could do that nobody else could manage. There was no ego in Oscar that would explain that, but it still felt so good.
In, gliding, sliding along his inner walls, pressing down on his prostate as if forcing it to bow the way that the country had to outsiders.
Out, sliding back, taking its time, making his body beg for its return.
Nagi surrendered to the rhythm, letting his body enjoy itself, and silencing his mind as the pleasure swelled and receded by turns. In, out, in, out, faster, harder, those heavy bear balls slapping against his taint and his own as it got stronger. Faster, deeper, taking him and making the room groan from the sheer violence of their coupling. In, out, his cheeks bouncing every time that the bear went in –
And then he could no longer hold it. One chance thrust pushed down against his prostate hard enough that he could no longer hold himself, and he moaned, his eyes closing tight and his teeth clenching on the bedding. The bear held him there, humping him through his orgasm as he painted the sheets, only to join him partway through.
The swelling, filling heat of the bear’s pleasure pulsing through his guts was just as familiar as that mouth and cock had been to start. He moaned as he felt his own pleasure extend, going on longer still, and squeezed down as tight as he could on the cock inside of him. So…so good…
And so plentiful…
And so much…
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. He wasn’t sure how long their mutual orgasms extended for, but it was long enough that they were both panting for breath by the end of it. Nagi reached back, patting Oscar’s hips.
“I’ve missed you.”
“Heh…and I missed you. I…”
“I know.”
They didn’t have to say it. ‘I love you’ when one couldn’t leave and the other couldn’t stay hurt too much to say. But they knew it, regardless.
There was a soft thump on the door. Nagi sighed.
“That will be the tea and coffee.”
“And food?” Oscar asked, his dick jumping in the wolf’s rump.
“Heh…perhaps.”
“Should I –”
“In a moment. When you’ve stopped dripping.”
The End
Summary: A wolf brothel owner and a bear sailor meet up again after a long time apart, and enjoy each other.