Canned Goods
Brad had gotten a bit of a free pass with the procyonid, considering his surprise kiss had been such an abrupt, unambiguous way to put the topic out there... but really, it seemed that pretty much any other route would have failed.
Pillow Talk
His paws fumbled with the procyonid's pants, and jonathon blushed a little as his underwear was pulled down.
Just Do It
Here was this cute, funny, playful procyonid, that he had only just met, and had fallen for as completely as it is possible to fall for someone. hook, line, and sinker. down for the count. his heart hadn't stood a chance.
A Wild Night
He only ever did it when dark was being slow as well, so he presumed that the procyonid simply wanted to watch him dress. '_damn.. letting loose and doing whatever i want, is awfully hard once i know just -who- it is i'm doing things to.."
Not Safe For Wolf
He wondered what sex with the procyonid would be like. he wondered what jonathon's cock would feel like in his mouth. hoo boy. it was gonna be another looong day at work.
Over Drinks
Still, it had been too hard to get the procyonid out of his head, so he'd settled for just rolling over and stuffing his paws under the pillow instead of the usual. just like the night before, the night he'd first met jonathon.
No Major Injuries
The procyonid was engrossed in his cell phone, producing an incessant metallic-sounding chatter as his claws clicked away at the onscreen keyboard; it was driving the wolf slowly and surely insane. the line shuffled closer. goddamn dad.
Beginning to Solidify
Brad chuckled and glanced to the procyonid, who poked him in the nose. brad retaliated with a nose-poke of his own... but using his tongue. jonathon giggled and rubbed the spit off. "you know how much that tickles?! argh!"
A Wild Night
He only ever did it when dark was being slow as well, so he presumed that the procyonid simply wanted to watch him dress. 'damn.. letting loose and doing whatever i want, is awfully hard once i know just -who- it is i'm doing things to.."
One long day on the road
They were well-dressed, each of the five-foot-tall tall humanoid procyonids wearing matching white shirts and shorts tailored to allow their tails out the back.
Life is Just a Storm- Chapter 29- Autumnal Pressure
However, lukan had deduced that what would more than likely happen instead would be the procyonid's unfortunate demise via extremely hot temperatures, even in february, when his mother had targeted their move would be.
Life is Just a Storm- Chapter 2- Decision's Echo
Klaus then started moving his arms and torso stiffly like a stereotypical robot would, and then in a monotone, replied, "yes it is true, my demonic procyonid friend. i am the otterbot 9000. here for your sugary tidbits."