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Of all the kinds of hunger Lucas had felt, desire tended to be by far the heaviest and most persistent. It was like a sort of pleasurable discomfort straining between his legs, this pressure and presence that he couldn't help but remain aware of, no matter how hard he tried to focus on other things... when Brendan had first come by earlier in the day to drop his pet husky off with him for dogsitting, he'd tried to hide that desire, and thought he did pretty darn well. That wasn't something that Brendan needed to know, after all.

And then that led into something about dogs: sometimes they know you better than you know yourself. Whether that damn husky had always been aware of it, or if he'd figured it out over the course of the day after getting reacquainted with his scent... that much wasn't clear. However, there was no denying that he did figure it out - and that he had no qualm with that. Lucas knew some dogs that recoiled at any touch, be it a pat to the belly or a scritch behind the ear, while this husky, Kahlo...

After getting home from their walk, the hyena couldn't help but notice that Kahlo's scent remained strong in the fur of his paw, even after he'd washed his paws and made himself some food. Every time he lifted the fork to his mouth, first came the warm aroma of the food... soon followed by the equally-warm cloying scent of the husky's length, coaxed and teased from that plump, moist sheath of his earlier in the day, back in the park. If anything, Kahlo had been the one to initiate that sort of touching.

Lucas now lounged across the couch, TV across the room playing whatever episode of whatever crime show he'd had on last night, Kahlo flopped over on his side near the edge of the rug. Couldn't eliminate the possibility that that kind of behavior was exactly why Brendan had come to him to watch his dog; where some other sitters would complain about the "badly-behaved" and "poorly-trained" husky trying to mount and nuzzle and lick-

-and Lucas had _definitely_been licked; for the length of the walk from the park back to his house, he could still both feel and taste the slickness of the dog's saliva mixing with his own, clinging to the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat, gradually drying into the fur of his muzzle and chin-

-this hyena, meanwhile, just rolled with it. Part of him felt and figured that Brendan knew about his little thing for the dog; after all, this would be the third time he'd brought Kahlo over for him to watch, this time overnight. The other two times had just been over the course of a day, or an afternoon. This time, they had about four hours to sundown, and then the entirety of the night and following morning... he hadn't had the chance to get himself off in the park earlier, and what with the strong and still-present scent of the dog's cum soaked into his shirt, streaked up across his belly and chest... needless to say, it'd been hard to avoid the desire that had started bubbling between his legs as soon as the door had shut behind Brendan.

On that walk earlier, Lucas had made up his mind (in good detail in scenarios in his head) about just what he would treat Kahlo to once the two got home... but as it usually went, things came up. Someone knocked on his door right after he got home, so he had to go and change his shirt to talk to them, and then changed right back into the 'painted' one; if he wanted to eat a good meal later in the night, he had to start cooking; then he had to get the mail, and then his mother called him... all the while he couldn't get the thought out of his head.

That damn thought of pressing his nose up between that husky's hind legs, of getting a closer look at what had been in his paws earlier today. Of course he'd already come up close with that plump sheath and heavy sack before, during those other times Brendan had brought him by, but he'd never actually found the confidence and courage to go ahead with it. But that's the thing about desire: always heavy, persistent, and recurring. A taste, which is what he'd gotten earlier, just sharpened it and made it even more intense.

It was just... God. Try as he might to focus on the TV show, to put his mind off the want and half-arousal keeping his pants slightly tight, his eyes kept on wandering back to that damn husky. Kahlo lay on his side with his legs splayed out towards the hyena, head tilted back so he could watch the window beside the doorway from here in the living room... and with his sheath and sack fully on display. Those large balls of his, hanging close to his body though still limp with their weight, had already been drained once today, and they both knew that that would happen at least once more before the night was out.

Lucas wasn't particularly used to entertaining feral houseguests. Usually with his partners, there would always have to be a bit of a cooldown period, to let things settle back into place and to let their sex drives build back up... but he didn't know just how it went for feral dogs, and if anything, Lucas's own want had been ramped up into overdrive with all of the scents and tastes swirling around his head on the walk back. Almost before he knew what he was doing, he set the remote to the cushion beside him, stood up, and started on his way over to the dog.

Kahlo looked up at him, and thumped his tail against the floor as the hyena came closer. Lucas rolled his eyes while he knelt down, a bit embarrassed that this was usually how his sessions with sitting someone's went: always started out with a walk to the park, and then he'd try to relax once he got back home... and then he'd get distracted and drawn in by his thoughts and plans of what to do later in the day.

Sometimes his justification was that he only had a handful of hours with the dog, so a limited timeframe to get in everything he wanted. This time would be just the same as what had started everything back in the park: simply because he wanted to. There was that desire again. And Kahlo certainly didn't mind: the husky's mismatched eyes, blue and green in contrast to the usual blue and brown seen in his breed, watched the hyena for another moment longer before he rested his head back against the cool hardwood floor... and shifted his body so that he lay more on his back, hind legs hanging freely in the air and sheath even more accessible.

Lucas swallowed. If he brought his paw up to his muzzle, he could still barely - barely - pick out the distant but heavy scent of this same dog's cum, sprayed out over him in the park earlier... and seeing the source of that load right here in front of him, thick sheath and still-full sack beneath. With him on his back like that, tail swaying and brushing across the floor, balls shifting just slightly with his breathing and the pulse of his body... if that wasn't an invitation, then what was?

Of course the floor wasn't the most comfortable place for it, but when it was for something like this, he didn't have much room to complain. It felt as if Kahlo expected something out of him, too: after he had worked himself down first onto his knees and then from there into a position prone on the floor with his head near the dog's haunches, he looked up and saw those mismatched eyes watching him for another half-second before flicking back away towards the door.

So this was it, then. Lucas spent a few seconds just... looking, just watching the way that skin and flesh bounced and jiggled faintly with the dog's breathing. _Plump_definitely was the right word for that sheath, wide enough around so he could comfortably wrap his paw around it - and the skin squished and slid beneath his grip, soft firmness of the dog's length hidden beneath, wet and slick as always. Even with just an inch of that tapered tip coaxed from the lip of that sheath, the flesh still glistened in the light; Lucas knew that if he were to run his fingers along that shaft, they'd come back just as slick and moist.

Keeping that paw still on the husky's sheath, slowly stroking it forward and back over that cock, Lucas settled his other against the sack beneath, slightly rough-skinned instead of the supple flesh and smooth fur that coated his sheath. Same kind of intense warmth there, balls firm and meaty beneath; Lucas licked his lips, swallowed, adjusted his position once more, and leaned down to touch his nose to the spot right between that sack and sheath.

And, there - he breathed in, slowly, tasting the combined scents of distant musk (feral dogs tended not to have the kind of ever-present scent that people did; Lucas had spent a lot of time between other guys' legs), characteristic tang of dried piss, and the unmistakable, heady aroma of the same pre and cum that he'd worked out of this dog. It was this last one that made him flop his tongue out and pant gently with that desire, and run his nose up along the underside of that sheath to where Kahlo's tip protruded and twitched with his heartbeat.

One paw around that sack, other resting against the dog's belly, Lucas touched his nose to the squishy end of that tip, gladly inhaling the stronger source of that smell. Hard to describe, really: wet, earthy, dull, with no reason to arouse him as much as it did, but still he wanted more. The hyena stayed there and tapped his tongue first against the underside of that cock and then down against the lip of Kahlo's sheath, pushing it back a little bit, digging in beneath the hot, supple flesh... and then closed his lips around that tip, other paw moving up to point that sheath closer to his muzzle.

Kahlo got the idea. With the hyena's eyes closed, it took him a moment to notice, but once he did... it was hard to ignore the repeated fast thrusts against his lips, soft warm skin of the husky's sheath repeatedly bunching up against his mouth and under his nose while that slick cock pressed down onto his tongue, filling his maw with its heat and taste and - occasionally a spray of salty, liquidy pre.

This would be the first time he'd tasted the dog's pre right from the source, and with that it made his nose scrunch up a bit, even though the taste was distant at best. All he had to do was keep his lips tightly clenched around Kahlo's shaft, feeling how the natural curves of it pushed his mouth open wider and pressed more firmly against his tongue and roof of his mouth, how he had to repeatedly swallow to drink down the slick liquid. After all, with Kahlo quickly at full mast with the width of his unswollen knot bulging out the skin of his sheath, there wasn't much room left in Lucas's muzzle for anything else.

At one point he still had to move up off of the dog's cock to catch his breath and wipe his paw across his mouth, fingers coming back wet and sticky. Such an inviting sight in front of him, Kahlo lying on his back, tongue hanging out of his mouth with near his full length waiting against his lower belly, pink and white spiderweb-veined flesh twitching and throbbing in rhythm with his balls, all waiting for a little bit more.

The first time he'd gotten a taste of all of that, Lucas had been lying on his bed with his head hanging off the side, the dog - it had been a different one, belonging to a different otter frined of his - straddling his chest and fucking his muzzle like a rump - and he'd felt firsthand the weight of that knot against his lips and the volume of this feral's balls, repeatedly bursting against the back of his throat, almost too much for him to keep up with ... that time, he could've sworn that he'd had some drip out of his nose as a result. But, nonetheless, that was a damn good view, seeing and feeling that heavy sack swing forward and back, forward and back against his nose with each thrust.

What he did next kind of came as just a natural progression of the desire now throbbing almost painfully beneath his pants. The hyena straightened up again, undid his pants fly and tugged his jeans halfway down his thighs, then ran a slightly-slick paw down over his own cock... and let out a smooth, shivering sigh at the feeling. With his head half-tilted back and eyes closed, he could only hear Kahlo adjust his position, and then - jumped a little bit with the sudden sensation of warm, wet dog tongue across the tip of his cock and his paw.

At first to his disappointment, that tongue didn't stay there... but quickly was that same disappointment quelled, when he felt a warm puff of breath over his whiskers, followed by that tongue first against his chin, then his cheek, then over his mouth, pulling his upper lip up a little bit. It'd be rude to deny a kiss like that, wouldn't it? So Lucas parted his lips and let his own tongue hang out a little bit, easily caught and dragged by Kahlo's. An odd sensation: against his fur and skin, the dog's tongue seemed wet and slick, while against his own tongue, it felt rather dry and sticky, grabbing onto him and tugging his tongue forward, as if he wanted him to return the kiss...

So of course he did. One paw still working smoothly over his own cock, Lucas settled the other against the back of Kahlo's head and held the husky in place, freely pressing his lips against the dog's muzzle, feeling the smooth points of all the fangs in his mouth, the ridges of his gums, the dripping wet strands of saliva that quickly pooled on his tongue and in his own mouth. A bit of an odd thing to work him up even further, sure, but - he just couldn't resist. That was another thing about desire, about the want that caused him to momentarily interrupt pawing himself off so he could reach up underneath the husky on top of him and feel that shaft and sack again, tug gently on those balls and wrap his fingers around the end of his sheath to make him thrust forward over him.

And of course Kahlo didn't just keep his mouth open for Lucas to explore and intrude. He kept on licking, kept on flopping that broad, flat tongue out across the hyena's lips and cheek and tongue, mixing the muted taste of his saliva with the slightly stronger, slightly heavier musk of his cock and pre, still clinging to the back of Lucas's throat. The hyena kept his mouth open as wide as he could, fully inviting that tongue to drag up across his and over the roof of his mouth and - sharing their breaths, Kahlo's coming out hot and fast and moist, carrying that same heady, earthy quality as the scent that lingered on his upper lip from his time nuzzling between the dog's legs.

Or, at least - the scent that had clung there, before that big sloppy tongue came along and lapped it right off.

Lucas kept his lips pursed and mouth open for a while longer, letting Kahlo have his way however he wanted with the hyena's maw; feeling of limp dog lips and tongue dragging up across his, catching on his teeth and across his own tongue, leaving his chin and cheek dripping with slick saliva and giving him a slightly different taste to swallow down, all the while he continued to squeeze and rub along the base of Kahlo's cock. The angle for that was a bit weird with his muzzle like this, pointed towards the feral's to ensure that he could continue lapping along the inside of his mouth, but - it was worth it.

Another spray of pre across his lower body and paw, splashing against the underside of his own hard cock... Lucas moved back away from that muzzle, licked his own lips, swallowed down the slickness of the dog's saliva, and then had to swallow again to _really_get it down. Kahlo looked expectantly at him, dripping tongue hanging out of his mouth and tail wagging behind him - and thick red cock pulsing beneath his belly, hips still going in slight, weak thrusts in the absence of a muzzle or paw.

Pair of blue eyes to one blue and one green for a couple of seconds, then Kahlo licked his chops and pawed at Lucas's leg... and Lucas, without a second thought, wiggled his pants and underwear further down his legs and rolled over onto all fours. A pair of lips or a clenched paw against the base of that cock was one thing, but he knew what Kahlo really wanted, and - of course, there was no getting around it. He wanted it, too.

Kahlo's sudden weight flumped down onto his back pushed a surprised puff of breath out of the hyena, and he had to straighten his arms against the wood floor or else keep the side of his muzzle pressed to the ground... which, honestly, might not be so bad. Scent of excited dog curling up around his nostrils, eager panting in his ear, stiff forelegs clamping down on his shoulders, and - and the hot, wet tip of that cock repeatedly poking at his rear, Kahlo blindly thrusting to find the spot.

That wouldn't do. After finding his balance, Lucas reached back, lightly gripped that cock along the slick shaft, angled him forward towards his tailhole... and didn't _quite_let go of him, though he did allow the husky to thrust gently into him. That first discomfort, eased somewhat by the shape of the tip and the slickness of his liquid musk, washed over him in a slightly-unpleasant shiver, but still the pressure and feeling of a thick cock sinking deeper into him led him to keep his tail hiked (not like he had much of a choice, with the hot belly of this dog pushing it up) and rump steadily pressing back onto that smoothly-contoured length.

Looking back down between his own legs... that was another damn good view, seeing his own cock twitching and oozing the deeper Kahlo pressed into him and in rhythm with his slow thrusts, and the dog's hind legs behind his own... Lucas licked his lips again, once more tasted that saliva, breathed out a light moan, and released the dog's cock. Without that inhibition, Kahlo got right into it - and right into him, forcing out another breathy moan, and another, and another.

The beginning was always the toughest part, but from there, things balanced out. Lucas grated his claws against the hardwood beneath him, right paw just barely catching the corner of the nearby rug, and lurched and bounced forward with each thrust of those hips under his tail and against his rear. Already he could feel the intense wet heat and width of the husky's knot pushing against the rim of his tailhole, stopped by the tightness and his lack of preparation. Hardwood floor would not be the right place to have a swollen knot filling him up.

Hell, it almost felt like he wouldn't have to reach down and paw himself off, the way Kahlo pounded into him. Heavy sack repeatedly slapping against the back of his own, hard enough for him to definitely feel it but not for it to cause pain; that heavy body on top of him, legs tight on his shoulders but slipping down to around his sides, muzzle firm against his neck, panting in his ear... Lucas swallowed once more and moaned openly, another smooth wave of sweet pleasure rippling through him every time the feral thrust into him, each time he felt the pressure of that knot against his rump.

Having a feral dog beneath his tail and pounding into him just always felt... different. Again he looked down between his legs, at his own cock throbbing against his belly and his sack swaying with the movement, the edge of Kahlo's just visible behind it... maybe it was the shape of the cock, or the way the dog always just went full-force into the breeding, but - every time he raised his tail for a feral, he alway felt the approaching energy of his peak faster and stronger than before, as well as the shivering pleasure that always told him he was leaking pre. And, just as expected, when he did slide his paw down between his legs and stroked it up along his length, his fingers came back slick and sticky with the clear fluid.

Beneath his own panting and moaning, beneath the occasional clattering of Kahlo's hind claws on the wood floor, Lucas's ear perked in response to a low rumbling growl from the canine's throat, so close to the side of his muzzle. If he turned his head and looked over that way, the first thing to enter his gaze was those same yellow-white fangs across which he'd run his tongue just earlier, the husky's maw hanging open with his tongue flopped out and dripping with saliva in eager, needy panting.

That hot breath washing over his face and tickling at his whiskers, wrinkling his nose, just as rich as it had been when he'd been tasting it directly... Lucas wrapped his arm up around Kahlo's head and squeezed the dog to him, now pushing his hips back into the thrusting, to bring him into him deeper and harder, to fill him up more and more. The TV still went on playing that show, but the volume had been turned low enough that he could hardly hear it over both of their panting and his own moaning, and the slick, wet slp-slp-slp of the feral against his tail, each time with that same pressure, that same discomfort crossed with deep pleasure, that same urgency and need to feel it again, and again, and again.

That desire was almost getting to be too much. Lucas let his paw slip away from Kahlo's muzzle, just barely catching the dog's lip, and closed it around his cock. He didn't even have to put in the effort to stroke himself: the force of the husky thrusting into him, fast and hard, was enough to jerk his body forward and cause him to push into his own paw, fingers liberally slickened by his own pre - and each thrust brought him closer and closer to his peak, increasing the pressure in his abdomen and the need for release... and that wasn't just because Kahlo was getting close, too.

Like usual with a feral dog, there was no low growl of release, no gasp and shuddering moan of pleasure. Instead, the husky just... slowed down with his thrusting through remained buried beneath his tail, bulge of his knot pushing against the rim of his tailhole. He squeezed around the heat of that cock inside him, throbbing and twitching as Kahlo emptied out his balls once more deep under the hyena's tail - and with a few more fast, hard movements of his paw, soon jerked back against that knot and spurted his own load out across the floor, spraying with enough force to make the rest of his body tense and clench up with the pleasure of release.

So much for keeping himself upright on all fours. As soon as the last spurt left him, the hyena's elbows shook, and he fell forward beneath Kahlo's weight still on top of him - and had to take a moment to stay in place there on the floor, mouth hanging open while he caught his breath. In the middle of his respite, Kahlo slid off his back and tugged out of him - and he could feel the stickiness of the dog's load roll down the back of his sack, not at all stopped by his clenching in attempts to keep it inside him.

And, then - that tongue again, this time right underneath the base of his tail where that load leaked. That worked, too.

It took him another few moments to build up the strength to get to his feet, and once he did, his legs shook enough with the aftershocks of his orgasm that he could hardly make it back over to the couch, not even bothering to tug his pants back up his legs. He'd probably pay for that later; this couch stained rather easily. Kahlo, meanwhile, had flopped right back down where he'd originally been, and lapped his cock back into his sheath... and then Lucas almost had to get up to get him to stop licking the floor right afterwards, until he realized that he was cleaning up after the exhausted hyena.

On the table in front of the couch, his phone's notification light blinked: 1 new text message from Brendan, just something informing him that they had arrived at the town halfway to their destination, and asking how his dog was doing. So Lucas whipped up a quick reply, considered getting a selfie, and then decided against it. Could probably still see the matted fur along his face from those rather thorough dog kisses.

Then, right as he was going to set his phone back down, he saw the time. Night wasn't even half-over and he'd already drained himself in more than one way, and the damn dog twice. No wonder Kahlo liked him so much. Lucas draped his arms across his chest and closed his eyes, still panting gently through parted lips. He had to get his energy back up for tomorrow's walk, after all.