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It had been just under a week since the girlfriend left and the lonely coyote was spending most of his free time having mini panic attacks and worrying over his next shark visit; constantly going over in his head what he was going to say, going over what he would do. How would he pose this question? Could he just flat-out ask? Would he end up stumbling over his words and make a fool of himself? There were constant butterflies in his stomach thinking of what he would do if Sharkie said no, what he would do if Sharkie was somehow offended by the idea. Would he lose that friendship, too? He was not too keen on losing both of his closest friends in such quick succession. Even though his friendship with Sharkie was relatively new it felt strong to him, like he could rely on the shark anytime. The constant worrying coupled with his job was stressing him out. He had to be energetic and cheerful; he did his best to not let the fatigue show when he was milling about the games though he was exhausted when he came home and the empty house and empty bed were not helping his psyche and made getting a good night's rest in near impossible.

His structured, metered lifestyle was slowly crumbling around him and it all revolved around that blasted shark. There were moments when he wished he had never met the shark in the first place but would instantly think back on the bright spots in their brief friendship. He had to know if Sharkie was the one. He had to know now.

Even though the scheduled meeting was still a day away Howler made an impromptu decision, packed a bag, and drove off to see his friend. It was mid-morning when he left and turned into the evening when he arrived in town almost near the end of the second period of a Sharks game, he wasn't even sure who the opponent was. He sent Sharkie a text that he was in town expecting a response later on but he kept forgetting how quick on the draw that shark was at responding even when on the job.

"What? Already? You're a day early, dude. But it'll be good to see ya. We're about to hit intermission, come meet me at my dressing room. Enter at the south-side door; guy's a friend, just tell him you're with me." After going through the prescribed entrance Howler made his way to the locker rooms and from there followed a sign simply labelled, "mascot" with an arrow. He saw Sharkie's name on a door and took a deep breath as he knocked. A familiar toothy grin greeted him at the door.

"Canis, buddy! Come in, have a seat." Just seeing the shark lifted his spirits, that compassion, that energy. After a quick hug from the shark he was eyed up and down. "Man, you look...awful."

"Thanks, you always know just what to say to make a coyote feel welcome."

"I didn't mean it like that but you look under the weather, you doing ok?"

"It's been a rough week and it was a long drive, but I'm glad to just get away for a little bit. I'll be fine."

"If you insist. You hungry? Thirsty?" Sharkie tossed him a bottle of water which Howler gulped down without even responding. "Guess so! Hey I gotta be on the ice in a sec for an intermission presentation but I'll be right back."

"Ok, you know where to find me." He gave the coyote their customary fist bump and headed out. Howler plopped himself on the couch in the small room and sighed contently before promptly passing out. Sharkie was back in mere minutes and not completely to his surprise found the canine napping away.

"Yeah you looked pretty tired, I'll come get you after the game." Sharkie gave him a pat on the head which Howler subconsciously nuzzled against, getting a grin from the shark before he headed back out. It was about an hour later that Sharkie returned, dressed in his street clothes he sat next to the coyote and tapped him on the shoulder a few times, getting some mumbles as he stirred and opened his eyes.

"You have a good nap? You look better already." Howler went from groggy to embarrassed pretty quick as he realized he had fallen asleep.

"How long was I out?"

"Not too long, game went into overtime and then to the shootout, which we won. I showered and came back to get ya."

"Sorry about that."

"You're fine, bud! You clearly needed it. Come on, we'll head back to my place." Upon returning to Sharkie's apartment the pair headed in, Howler stood just inside the doorway as Sharkie made his way to the kitchen.

"Have a seat, make yourself at home."

"James, can we talk about something?"

"Of course." He popped back out from the kitchen with a couple of beers in his hand and offered one to Howler.

"Not now, thanks."

After depositing the drinks back in the fridge he returned to Howler who was still standing just in the doorway.

"Ok then, what's on your mind?"

"A lot. Well it's a bit of a long story. Things have been getting a bit stressful for me recently, particularly with my love life."

"Uh oh, with the girlfriend?" Howler nodded.

"Among other things, yeah. We were really close but something's been pushing us apart. Someone else has been on my mind." Sharkie hadn't forgotten about the attempted kiss the last time Howler was in his apartment and at this point he was pretty sure he knew why Howler was here but he decided to let him keep going.

"This person has made me question everything I thought I knew about what I wanted in a lover. They've opened my eyes to things I didn't know I desired and I want it but I don't know how to tell them that. This person I feel is quickly becoming my best friend and it's gotten to the point that Emma and I are no longer seeing each other." Howler's voice wavered a little as he tried to keep his composure in front of the shark.

"She realized I could no longer give her what she wanted and I've been stuck by myself for a week now knowing that I just have to ask this person one thing but I can't bring myself to because I'm afraid of the answer and I've been an emotional wreck because I'm constantly worrying about the all the 'what-ifs' and it's-"

"Canis, hush."

The shark reached a paw forward and curled a finger under Howler's chin and guided him forward until their muzzles pressed together, connecting in a soft kiss. Sharkie had to tilt his head up ever so slightly to make the connection. Howler didn't think it would happen quite like this but it was happening nonetheless. He closed his eyes like a kid would who was being forced to eat a vegetable he says he won't like even if he's never had it before. He had also put his paws up on Sharkie's chest, prepared to push him away, but he didn't. This connection felt odd and new but he liked it. This was why he was here, he had to know. The tenderness with which Sharkie was smooching the coyote was apparent, the perfect amount of pressure to show Howler that he had feelings for him but not aggressive enough to scare him away. His heart was racing as the shark lips pulled back. He opened his eyes and stared into the blue ones across from him. He had never felt a connection like that with any female he'd been with.

"There, you just kissed a shark. A guy shark, at that." Oddly enough Howler hadn't blushed yet until that statement, he'd been so lost in the moment that he forgot to be embarrassed. The fur on his cheeks reddened some. "What did you think?"

"I think...I'd like to kiss a shark again." He blushed more to the point that the inside of his ears were reddening now too. He leaned forward of his own accord this time and was greeted again by the smooth shark muzzle. Howler's paws were still up on Sharkie's chest but rather than just sit flat he began to rub his fingertips over the firm pecs. As his muzzle slowly opened to deepen the kiss Sharkie stepped closer until the two were pressed together and placed his own paws on the coyote's sides, rubbing up then down to his hips before exploring lower and eventually cupping his rump eliciting a small whine to which Sharkie broke the kiss.

"You alright, bud? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Am I moving too quickly?"

"You're fine, James...I just was really enjoying that."

"Mmm, yeah I could tell." Sharkie glanced down and Howler's eyes followed. He blushed anew as he realized that he had gotten a bit excited and had a bit of a tent that was rubbing right against the shark. He struggled for a moment trying to come up with an excuse. "Don't worry, I don't mind. It's rather nice knowing that you liked the kiss that much. You've probably been waiting for quite some time to do that."

"Um...you maybe have definitely been on my mind from time to time."

"Was it what you expected?"

"Way better."

"Good, I'm glad it wasn't wasted."

"Wasted?"

"Yeah, your first kiss with another guy. Glad you could share it with someone who was equally as interested. You know, I've never kissed someone taller than me before." He rubbed his chin quizzically.

"Equally as...wait, you were interested in me?" Howler's ears folded back against his head. Sharkie smiled and rubbed the coyote's cheek.

"I probably wouldn't have kissed you if i wasn't, eh? I certainly liked what I saw from the day I met you but since i knew you had a girlfriend i didn't bother trying. I'm glad we became friends though because i felt like we were on the same wavelength, but i wasn't expecting this. I am curious though, how did you know I was gay?"

"I didn't, just a vibe I guess, I really like being around you. My relationship with Emma was reaching an impasse anyhow and I had to decide which path I wanted to go down..."

"And so you chose this path."

"I probably would have disappointed Emma more if I had tried to make that one work instead. I know this one is going to be tougher, for multiple reasons, but I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy it a heck of a lot more."

"What if I wasn't into guys?"

"I...don't know."

"Looks like we won't need to worry about that, eh?" Howler shook his head as his tail wagged behind him.

"Thankfully not." Sharkie moved his head in close again, sliding the tip of his nose along the canine snout then down just a bit to plant a kiss onto Howler's neck to get things moving again. "I hope you didn't come here just to kiss me. I'd love to explore more of what a coyote has to offer." Howler whined as the shark expertly used his teeth to nibble at the neck, inducing a sensation the canine had never felt before, that combined with the kneading of shark paws on his rump had caused his stiffy to stand back at attention, straining against his pants.

Sharkie made his way around Howler and stood behind the canine now, whose ears were laying flat back against his head. He ran his hands from howler's shoulders down to his waist, grinding gently in against that soft rump while he rubbed his snout against the maroon fur on the back of howler's sensitive neck which he alternated between nibbling on and planting kisses to, each nibble managing to elicit a soft moan which he greatly enjoyed hearing.

"Your moans are cute, but I wonder what other noises a coyote can make." Howler only responded with a more forceful moan as Sharkie clamped onto his neck with a firm nibble. The shark moved one of his hands right to the fly on his friend's pants, making quick work of the button and zipper and with a tug escorting the pants down, smirking as he peered from behind Howler's shoulder at the tent his trunks were sporting. "Well someone seems excited to be this close to his shark." The coyote couldn't help but blush anew at that thought, "his shark."

"Very excited...yes." Howler moved a paw down to grab the roaming shark one and brought it over to place it right on said tent.

"Oh, and eager, too. I like that." He wrapped his hand around the warm length and slowly, teasingly pumped up and down over the soft fabric. Howler huffed a bit as he reached his same paw back over his shoulder, holding onto the back of Sharkie's neck to keep him pressed close.

"Let's get you a little more comfortable." The shark brought his other hand to the bottom of Howler's shirt and started to peel it off, getting the canine to raise his arms up to get the shirt all the way off, but he stopped right at his wrists and sort of clamped them together by gripping the shirt tight, at the same time his other hand had hooked a thumb under the waistband of the trunks and was tugging them down. Howler suddenly felt so helpless as he was being held up in this position, not able to move his hands while his shaft sprung free from its prison.

Sharkie took another look from around Howler's shoulder, down across his chest as he took in and admired the cock, looked about the same length as his own, maybe just slightly longer, standing straight out at attention, throbbing with each of the coyote's heartbeats. "Looking really good, pup." Howler couldn't help but blush once more. partly at his predicament and partly at being called "pup." "I gotta admit that I've been wondering what you looked like in the buff, Canis, and I gotta say you really are one fine looking coyote." If he could have blushed anymore he would have, no one had ever called him a "fine looking coyote" before. Howler turned his head to the side.

"When do I get to see my shark in 'the buff?'" Sharkie snickered and kissed the side of Howler's muzzle.

"Now's good." He released his grasp of the shirt and tossed it aside and promptly removed his own. Howler had turned around to face Sharkie and the canine was quick to place his paws on the smooth, light gray skin of the shark's chest, kneading and rubbing. He'd been thinking of what those shark scales would feel like since the first time naughty thoughts of his rival had entered his mind. They were smooth and cool to the touch, a much different feel than anyone he'd been intimate with before and he loved it. He leaned forward to kiss Sharkie's chest, earning a ruffle to the back of the head as he kissed lower, easing down onto his knees until his snout met the bulge in Sharkie's pants. He inhaled as he nosed firmly against the length, taking in this new and intoxicating scent, tail wagging quickly as he went for the button and zipper.

After pulling the pants down he leaned back in and gave a long firm lick to the outline of the shark length hiding behind blue boxer-briefs before grinding against it with his nose again, still taking in that musk.

"You really want what's hiding in there don't you?"

"I do...I may or may not have had a few fantasies about this moment." Howler tried dearly to not appear too eager but this shark was getting the best of him, he wanted everything about him. His paws grabbed at the waistband and he was practically licking his chops as he peeled them off, shaft springing free to more tail wagging.

"This your first, huh?"

"First I've ever had the chance to experiment with, yeah." He'd seen teammates naked in the showers before, sure, but this was the first time he had someone else's cock to admire and play with. Part of his mind had wondered if ultimately he would find playing with another guy's junk gross but that passed swiftly as he admired the cock in front of him. Sharkie's length was a cool gray at the base, the same color as his chest, and over the 6 or so inches developed a reddish tint. As he gripped his paw around the base he noticed there was nothing for the shaft to have slid out of, the skin was smooth and unbroken.

"No sheath or anything?"

"Nope, i pretty much hang free. Do you like it?" He asked sheepishly.

"It's gorgeous...I bet it tastes great, too."

"Well you'll just have to-" He was cut off before he could finish as the coyote had already pressed the end of his muzzle to Sharkie's tip and opened his lips a bit as he let it disappear into the warm maw, slipping down until his nose had bumped up against the shark's crotch earning a grunt from Sharkie. "Gah, what an eager dog." Howler's eyes were closed as he was lost in thought analyzing every inch, the thickness, the taste; his tongue flicked over the head and slid down the sides.

After a moment he pulled his head back and gave the tip a kiss after it popped from his lips, he gently worked the shaft with a paw using the saliva he had left behind as he looked up at the shark.

"Perfect."

He promptly stuffed the length back into his muzzle and bobbed his head slowly and purposefully, "So this is what this is like" he thought to himself as he worked. He made sure to take pauses to explore other aspects; he would run his wide tongue from base to tip and back again, gently nibble and slurp on it from the side, and he was getting a kick out of the reaction each time he pulled one or both of those hefty shark orbs into his maw to suckle on them. Sharkie managed to speak between heavy pants,

"And you say you've...never done anything with a guy before?" Howler only shook his head without giving a verbal answer, focused more on the task at hand he continued bobbing on the piece of shark meat. "You're...getting really close to making me blow." Sharkie moved his hand onto the top of the coyote's head partly to guide him along but mostly to help keep his own balance as he could feel his knees getting weak. "Fixing to go off...right in that sweet muzzle of yours...unless you don't want that." While continuing to work up and down the shark's shaft Howler glanced up and made eye contact with Sharkie and without hesitation picked up his pace.

"I see how it is. Shit, dude I'm almost there..." the grip he had on his friend tightened almost to the point of grabbing a fistfull of hair as he could feel himself being pushed to the edge. The way that wide slick tongue was working in conjunction with the canine muzzle was unlike anything he'd enjoyed before. Sharkie panted out gruffly, "damn dude...gonna blow." His balls tightened up as he hit his limit. "Good dogs get rewarded...here it comes" Howler's face flushed a bit at that remark but he didn't let up.

As soon as Sharkie gave warning he felt the cock in his mouth twitch and right after he felt a warm pulse of cum land at the back of his throat accompanied by a loud grunt from up above. He immediately analyzed this new exotic flavor and his tail began to wag fast again as he planted his muzzle all the way on the shaft as it twitched again and sent another rope spurting into his maw. He gulped it down as strand after strand of the warm fluid was fired into him. After four or five rounds the ropes turned into a dribble which Howler was still embracing the flavor of as he drank it down. He had been adventurous enough once or twice before in his private time to sample his own seed so he kind of had an idea what it would be like, but he'd never had a mouthful of the stuff before. It was quite a bit different than he anticipated but he liked it. He was just glad he didn't gag or spit it out in disgust.

Once he felt it end he slowly slid the spent member from his muzzle while Sharkie was giving a firm hair ruffling as he caught his breath. He hadn't noticed how tense Sharkie's body had become until he felt him relax.

"There's no way I'm your first. Your muzzle is way too talented. I can't even remember the last time someone hit all my buttons like that." His tail wagged as he looked up at the shark.

"I wish I could say I had a lot of practice."

"Well don't worry, pup, I'll make sure you get plenty of practice." On cue Howler blushed as Sharkie pulled him up and nuzzled his snout before going in for a kiss, tilting his head and locking muzzles with his canine, as his tongue ventured in and met Howler's he could still taste a bit of his own seed. He hugged Howler tight before breaking the kiss.

"Now I assume that you're not just interested in a one-night fling?" Howler sheepishly shook his head. "You probably have aspirations of being my significant other, my special someone?"

"Well you're already special to me so is it that much of a stretch?"

"I suppose not, but I think you came out here to ask me one question. I just want to hear you say it." Howler's ears folded again as he looked into those blue eyes. All of his "practice" questions were out the window now.

"James, would you be willing...to date a coyote...this coyote?" Sharkie leaned forward and delivered a soft kiss.

"I gotta say, gaining a mate was not on my agenda today or for a while but I can't say no to this." He rubbed Howler's chest then around to his back, hugging him tightly again. "So yes, It would make me the happiest shark, Canis." Howler whined as he was kissed again, firmly. He felt all the weight on his shoulders falling away. "You know it's going to be tough right?"

"I don't care, the challenge makes it more rewarding."

"Our jobs are still a top priority, we won't exactly have a lot of free time to see each other during the regular season."

"That's fine, you're worth the wait."

"What about dealing with my silly antics?"

"I'm a mascot, too, we're all about silly antics."

"We're probably going to have to keep this on the down low for a while, fraternizing with a rival could hurt our careers."

"I know the risk. Look, I know there are a lot of factors against us, but I know it'll be worth it. You're too good of a guy for me to let go now. You're stuck with me."

"Good, I would expect nothing less from someone willing to put up with me in a relationship. So anyway, tell me, in these fantasies of yours...what happens next?"

"Next?" His ears stayed folded back against his head as he spoke. "Well...sometimes you...make good use of my backside..."

"Heh, no need to be so modest, you can just say it like it is. Say, 'James, I want you to fuck me senseless.'" Howler whined and rubbed the shark's chest.

"I really...would like that..." With a swift motion Sharkie dipped down and scooped his arms behind Howler's legs, hefting him up into his arms.

"Don't worry, I plan on making good use of your backside, but I need a few minutes to recoup. I have an idea though." He carried the coyote into his bedroom and with a playful heave tossed him onto the bed. He took a moment to admire the full sight of the handsome canine on his bed. This is not how he expected his night to go originally but regardless there Howler laid, nude, sprawled out, tousled maroon fur and handsome face. Howler was doing the same, eyeing the naked, toned shark body. Without any hair his muscle definition was much more prominent, not chiseled but definitely the body of an athlete. Howler was still wrapping his head around the fact that this was all suddenly his. Sharkie crawled into the bed and climbed up on top of his canine and peppered his chest and then muzzle with kisses, enjoying the soft whines. Eventually he rolled off to one side, he gave Howler's cheek a nuzzle.

"Just lay there on your back and relax, I want to test some things out."

"Test? What exactly does that entail?"

"I don't know, I've never had a sexy, naked coyote in my bed before." Sharkie smirked and slowly ran a paw through Howler's warm cream colored chest fur, enjoying the feel of the thick fur as he explored down further, rubbing his belly and then further still until he was fondling the sheath. In all the coyote-tossing pandemonium his erection had subsided so Sharkie was using this as a good chance to see what he could do from scratch.

"I guess this explains why you were surprised that I don't have a sheath; you've only ever really had your own to compare to." Howler nodded and elicited a soft moan as the shark fingers fondled his sheath before making their way down a bit more to cup his balls, his cockhead was already emerging from the sheath from the stimulation. Sharkie loosely wrapped his paw around the opening and grinned in amusement as he watched the pink length slide up through his grip. As it had nearly slid all the way out he slowly pumped from tip to base and gave a firm squeeze. The coyote squirmed a bit each time Sharkie's hand moved about his length until it was at full hardness.

"My goodness, you're thick." Sharkie teased the appendage with his fingertips before going back to pumping slowly. Getting various whines from Howler. "And it seems someone likes shark fingers."

"Nn...they're so smooth...don't stop."

"I don't plan to." He continued to slowly work up and down the cock, a small bead of pre was pooling at the tip. Sharkie brought his thumb up and swirled the fluid in a circle, accompanied by a whine. He retreated his paw for just a moment, bringing it up to his muzzle where he sampled it with a lick.

"Mmm, interesting." He kissed Howler's cheek while returning his paw to the shaft, using the slow dribble of pre to assist in stroking the coyote, pumping slowly but purposefully up and down his friend's cock. Though he gradually sped up his work which Howler responded to by moaning and whining a bit more.

"Loving these noises, pup."

"Hush." Sharkie grinned and picked up his pace again for the sole purpose of getting Howler to make more noises which wasn't tough, he seemed to be very vocal in response to these new sensations. The canine's breaths became shorter as Sharkie worked his magic, turning into ragged pants. A dribble of pre was now pretty much constantly flowing from the tip as that warm and determined paw kept going, almost a blur now.

"Looks like I'm doing something right, bet we're gonna have a bit of a mess here shortly." Howler was looking down his chest at the action, still kind of in disbelief as he watched his friend paw him off, he nodded and grunted out between breaths,

"You're...too good, James. No one else...has gotten me this close before." He was trying desperately to not take over with his own paw and finish himself the way he knew, he wanted Sharkie to see it through to the end and he knew he was close to getting his wish.

"Damn I'm close...finish me off, James." He squirmed on the bed, one paw clutching the sheets and his other rubbing the shark's chest, his hips were thrusting up a bit as he let out a long moan leading right up to him going over the edge. Sharkie felt the cock pulse in his hand and angled it more towards Howler's chest as he worked him to climax. The canine's inner ears had flushed red as he came, first a heavy dribble that flowed over Sharkie's thumb, then a small spurt, and after a heavy grunt he fired rope after rope of his warm cum mostly right onto his chest. Sharkie watched in bemusement as the canine continued to erupt; seven, eight, nine shots he counted before subsiding, strands of seed were all over his chest, a couple leading up to his snout and one even having landed on the bridge of his nose.

"Damn, Canis! You were one pent up coyote! I've never seen someone shoot a load that big. Now you're a mess, look at you."

As he came down from his high Howler took in the aftermath of the situation and blushed. His fur was covered in semen now, strands all across his chest, he glanced over and saw Sharkie licking his hand clean.

"It's been...quite a few days since I last had some personal time."

"Apparently." He ruffled the coyote's hair. "So tell me, is it a different feeling having a guy play with your junk?"

"Well, definitely, but I generally couldn't stay hard very long for any of my girlfriends to do much down there. Though clearly you know the anatomy from experience; the right pressures and grips...James, what're you up to?" Sharkie had climbed back on top and resumed his straddling of the coyote and proceeded to hold both of their cocks in his paw, rubbing them together, comparing the canine shaft his own, the cool gray a nice contrast to the pink. Howler moaned softly at the new sensation. Taking a look down while the shark fiddled with their members he could see that he was a little bit longer and wider than the shark.

"I have an idea." He had let go of both shafts and scooted forward a bit and grinded his cock against the soft canine fur and right through the warm, fresh mess on his chest. Howler simple stared. "Yes, this should do nicely."

"Nicely for what?"

"Well I don't exactly have any lube around, and it's not often I have a coyote in my posession who wants to be plowed." Howler blushed as he realized Sharkie was about to mount him, he had second thoughts for a brief moment.

"James, I've never-"

"I know it's your first time, we'll take it slow. It may feel a bit awkward at first."

"It's ok, I trust you...I want you." He reached up to rub one of the shark's cheeks before he scooted backwards off the coyote, Howler instinctively spread his legs a bit and Sharkie grabbed them and lifted them up and over his shoulders as he scooted himself back up against the coyote's rump.

"You've got a really good looking butt, you know." Using a paw on the base of his cock he guided himself in until he was pressed right up against the virgin hole, slowly rubbing his shaft to make sure it was plenty slick with the improvised lube. He ran his tip in small circles around the entrance and Howler whined in anticipation.

"You ready for this, pup?" Howler nodded a bit.

"Fuck me senseless, James." This earned a giggle from the shark as he reached forward to ruffle the canine's hair while he eased his weight forward. Howler winced and grunted as his tailhole fought against the invader.

"Easy, bud. I know it's weird." Howler took some deep breaths as he tried to relax his body. His ears perked forward as he felt the head of Sharkie's cock pop past his entrance, they folded back against his head as he felt the shark slide in achingly slow, spreading his hole open.

"There you go, you've got about half a shark in you now. Doing alright?"

"Half is nice...but I want it all."

"I better not disappoint." He rolled back about an inch before pressing forward again, sinking further into the canine's rear, panting softly a bit himself as he took it slow and steady, revelling in the warm, tight feel of the passage, the slickness of the coyote seed doing a fine job at letting him slide in further and further. Howler on the other hand was muttering and moaning all kinds of ways as he experienced the new sensation of feeling his boyfriend's shaft slipping further inside of him. It had been a few minutes at least but Sharkie's hips were eventually pressed firmly up against Howler's furry rump. He smiled down.

"There, the whole shark." Howler opened his eyes and glanced up, and then traced down the shark's body until he could see the gray hips pressed right against his own, he could feel the length inside of him pulsing and he could feel the heat emanating from it. He was still getting used to this feeling.

"It feels odd...but I like it, I feel full. I feel-" Sharkie had leaned forward and interrupted the sentence with a kiss, just slipping his tongue into Howler's muzzle as they made out, meanwhile he gently pulled himself out of the coyote's rear until just his tip remained in and then started to slide back in, spreading open the tailhole again though meeting much less resistance. Howler tried to keep in the kiss but as he was refilled he just moaned into Sharkie's muzzle. He smirked as he hilted the canine once more but he waited hardly at all before pulling back again. After a few slow passes like that he sat back upright and grabbed ahold of Howler's ankles to steady himself as his pace increased, enough so that his balls were hitting the underside of Howler's tail with a soft slap.

"James...that feels so good..."

"And your ass feels amazing, too. Simply superb." If Howler's face wasn't already flushed at his situation he would have blushed at that statement but he was still getting used to the feeling of being plowed for the first time. Sharkie picked up his pace a bit more to the point that his bed had started to develop a slight creak each time he rocked forward. He would periodically slow down to almost a halt and hump slowly a few times before driving back in roughly just to get a new moan out of the coyote each time. After a good few minutes of this Sharkie pulled himself completely out of the used hole to which Howler objected by letting out a low whine.

"Why'd you stop?" Sharkie rubbed his paws over the canine's sticky chest. "Change of scenery, turn over." Howler didn't question him and flipped himself over, propping up on his forearms and knees, his tail resting on his back as he presented himself. Sharkie gave a firm smack to one of the fuzzy cheeks getting a yip from the coyote.

"You really have a marvelous butt..." The shark lined himself up again and with much less resistance than the first time he spread the coyote open as he sank back in, moaning and getting right back to his rhythm, his balls slapping rudely against the sac of the coyote. This new angle, these new buttons being pressed in this position made Howler practically howl into the pillow on the bed as he took everything the shark had to offer though after only a couple minutes Sharkie hilted into the canine and paused to wrap an arm around Howlers chest. He shifted his weight and they were both suddenly laying on their sides but Sharkie didn't give any down time, sliding right back out and pistoning in again.

He reached one paw down and grabbed under Howler's knee and lifted his leg up into the air a bit to get better access under the tail. Howler clutched the sheets as he felt the shark cock drive in deeper, it grinded against his prostate each time he was humped into, grunts and squelches and moans emanated from both of them now and things were getting rough and sloppy as it had changed from a sensual nature to a more needy one. The bed creaked in protest as Sharkie could feel another orgasm welling up while he pounded away on the coyote.

His paws rubbing all over, his breaths ragged. He pressed his snout against the back of Howler's neck as he neared his limit, grunting with each thrust.

"M'getting close, pup."

"Come on, James. I want to feel that seed inside me."

"Oh you're about to feel it, alright" Howler let out a borderline howl as Sharkie picked up his pace once again. It didn't take many more humps for Sharkie to break.

"Canis!" Was all he could muster as he planted himself in firm and deep, moaning out against Howler's neck as he unloaded for the second time, his cum painting the inside of the coyote. Howler could feel each warm delivery each time Sharkie spasmed behind him, filling his tail up. The shark breathed heavily as he finished up inside his friend. He gradually began to ease up from his climax and let Howler's leg back down as he glanced over his shoulder, he noticed a few strands of semen on the bed leading away from Howler's shaft.

"Did you get off again, too?"

"You pretty much humped it out of me...I couldn't help myself." Sharkie hugged the canine tightly "James, I can't believe I just did that." "Please don't tell me you're having regrets already."

"Hell no, that was great, the most fun thing I've ever done in a bed...I just never thought my daydreams about you would come to fruition."

"Oh I definitely came to fruition."

"I noticed...so that's what that feels like, it feels warm." Sharkie kissed Howler's neck and with a grunt slowly pulled his shaft out. It emerged with a wet pop and Howler gasped then whined a little as he suddenly felt much emptier. A little dribble of the shark's cum trailed out and rolled down the canine's cheek and onto the sheets.

"Sorry about your bed."

"It's ok, that's what beds are for. Well that and sleep."

"Which, speaking of, I'd really like to do that right about now. I was already pretty tired and you really wore me out."

"Then we should." Sharkie reached over and flicked the switch on the wall behind him.

"What, just like that? The bed's still a mess."

"Yeah and so are you, we'll take care of it in the morning." "Hey it's not my fault my fur is all sticky."

"Well I'm not the one that jizzed all over your chest now was I? After breakfast we'll share a nice hot shower together, how does that sound? Howler? Oh." Sharkie could hear the steady breath of a coyote that had already fallen fast asleep. "I guess he was really running on empty." He wrapped both arms around the canine and snuggled up as close as he could, kissing his cheek before falling asleep himself.

"Come on sleepy-head, I made breakfast" Sharkie quipped as he walked into the room and over to the bed. The canine was sitting on the edge of it and was still pretty groggy, having only managed to get his pants on but his nostrils were definitely filled with delicious smells. The shark had moved in above him, Howler instinctively spread his legs just a bit so Sharkie could move in closer, which he did, leaning down and nuzzling his nose along the coyote's snout. Sharkie tilted his head and Howler tilted his in response and they shared a soft kiss, making Howler blush a bit as he still was getting used to this whole getting-intimate-with-my-rival-who-is-also-a-shark-who-is-also-a-guy thing.

"Wait, you made breakfast? Like actual cooked breakfast? For me?"

"Well for us, yes. Why, do you think I'm like those sharks on tv? That I just have a refrigerator full of raw fish that I chomp on with my big sharp teeth?" He gnashed his teeth playfully before moving in to demonstrate on Howler as he nibbled at his neck, getting the canine to blush hard and squirm a bit as his sensitive neck was "attacked." His only course of action was to turn and give the shark muzzle another smooch.

"No you big jerk, I just...no one other than my folks have cooked for me since I was younger unless you count restaurants and stuff. Even Emma didn't know much about cooking so we ordered out a lot or it was frozen this or that."

"Well I'm a pretty darn good cook if I do say so myself so get used to it, pup." Howler blushed again and realized that being with Sharkie would probably mean lots of blushing like this on his account, but he liked it, he knew the shark meant well. While this was still all new to him he could tell Sharkie was very intent on taking good care of him.

"James?"

"What's up?"

"Well, I didn't want to say anything I'd regret in the heat of the moment last night..."

"Go on."

"But now that I've had time to mull it over...I think...I." He paused, "No, I do, I..." He turned his head, unsure of why he couldn't just spit it out, almost ashamed as if expecting Sharkie might not share the same feelings, but a hand under his chin quickly turned his head back and he was met with another kiss.

"I love you, too, you silly coyote."

Howler whined as he smiled up at the shark. "But I didn't say it."

"Yeah but you wanted to and that's what matters. Now get your butt up and come eat." He admired the shark figure as it walked back out of the room and his lengthy tail disappeared around the corner.

"Come on, I made Eggs Benedict"

Howler sniffed at the air again, his tail giving a slight wag.

"I don't have a clue what that is but it smells wonderful."

"You'll love it!"

"I love you, James." He softly exclaimed, making himself blush just a bit.

This was no catch-and-release...Sharkie was a keeper.

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