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To many, there is no sound more harmonious than that of a guitar. The soft, gentle melodies and chords played from 6 simple strings can ignite all manner of emotions, from sadness to a fiery passion, even a smouldering lust. Those who can play the guitar, and play it well, are often renowned and famous, and there is none more notable than K.K. Slider.

Sitting alone, in a small cafe, in a small town, sat a canine musician with guitar in hand. He sat upon a small wooden stool on a stage that was barely a meter tall. He rested one paw against the horizontal bar that sat between two of the legs of the stool, the guitar propped up precariously on his cocked knee, with his hand dancing delicately across the length of the guitar's strings. His fingers plucked as his mouth moved to the music, singing a quiet, soft melody that bore no words. Clad in a loose, parted hoodie with a simple sleeveless vest underneath and a set of baggy sweatpants, K.K. Slider had captivated everyone in the room with his melancholy song, though there were only a few people.

He was singing the song more for himself than anyone else, though he did enjoy performing for others. Instead, he kept his eyes quietly closed as he felt the music inside of him, making his stomach twist. Though lacking any words, the song was a ballad and testament to his own bitter loneliness. He was famous, but he wasn't a pop star; he refused to sell his songs, and he often travelled with nothing but a suitcase and his guitar in hand. He felt liberated, being able to move from place to place, but with that sense of freedom came a sad emptiness inside of him, a hole in his heart that couldn't be filled. He had no companion.

On the other side of the cafe in the late afternoon, a figure sat, eyes wide and attentive, the coffee in front of him having grown lukewarm over time. He had come in for his afternoon coffee and for a little bit of fresh air in an otherwise chilly climate, but his heart had stopped when K.K Slider himself had entered the establishment and began to perform without permission, though the owner didn't seem to mind. The figure sat with his hands firmly around his cup, heart hammering in his chest. He was a corgi-- short, stout, with large ears and large eyes. For as long as he could remember, he had been in love with K.K. Slider's music. Now, here he was, in the flesh. It took all of the corgi's willpower not to go over and speak to him. At least, not yet.

K.K.'s performance went on for quite some time. He moved from one song to the next effortlessly and no-one told him to stop. As the sun began to set over a wintery town, K.K. finally ended his set to a round of applause from those that had been in the cafe at the time. He gave them a small bow before turning to unplug his guitar from the amplifier at the back of the stage. The corgi saw his opportunity, and took it. He got to his feet and made his way over.

"Excuse me." K.K. heard the voice just as he had turned around to place his guitar away in its proper case. He slowly turned to find himself face to face with a corgi who he guessed to be an adult, though he could never be sure with that particular species. The canine bore a plaid red and black shirt with a pair of tight tights around his legs. K.K. could immediately tell he looked a little nervous, and that mere fact alone was enough to bring a small smile to the canine's lips. He moved into his seat on the stool.

"Hey there," K.K. began with his usual, mellow tone. "I don't think we've met. What's your name?"

To be asked his name to quickly had put the corgi on the spot, and the boy briefly paused, his eyes wide, like a deer in headlights.

"C-Cole, sir." The corgi eventually spat out and felt the colour rise to his cheeks at taking so long.

"Just K.K. is fine, don't you worry. Cole's a nice name," K.K. mused. "I take it you're a fan, Cole?"

"Oh, uh, very much, Mr. K.K., sir, uh..." The corgi tumbled over his words and eventually just brung a hand to his mouth to shut himself up. K.K. chuckled quietly under his breath, feeling a twisting in his own stomach. He was interested. There was just something about shy, endearing pups that he liked.

"How old are you, Cole?" K.K. asked relatively nonchalantly, without trying to sound too creepy about it. The corgi didn't seem to mind, which was a blessing in itself.

"18." He sounded confident, but he knew it was a flat out lie. K.K. wouldn't want to talk to him if he were just a 14 year old, but if he was an adult, just like him? Of course he'd listen then. It seemed as if K.K. bought it, too.

"I see," The canine began, leaning back in his stool a bit. "I just finished my set, so I can't play you a song right now..."

"O-Oh, that's okay!" Cole assured him, stepping a little closer and reaching into the chest pocket of his shirt. "I was just, uh...could I...?"

He held his hands out to reveal a pen and a piece of paper, and his request became obvious. With a smile, K.K. reached out and took the items from him, scribbling his autograph onto the piece of paper. He slid from his seat, stepping forwards and down from the stage. The colour rose to Cole's cheeks as K.K. came closer, until they were practically inches apart. The musician slipped the paper back into the chest pocket of Cole's shirt, and didn't move for a moment, deliberately lingering. Then, he abruptly stepped back, aware that he was perhaps coming on a bit too strong. He couldn't deny his attrection: the corgi was cute, and it had been so long since he'd spent the night with someone.

"Thank you," Cole mumbled quietly, barely above a whisper, still in awe of their recent close proximity. "U-Um, what're you...I mean, where are you going next?"

"Hm? Oh, you mean after this town? I'm not sure..." K.K. began, reaching over to grab his guitar case. "A kind Tanuki offered me lodgings at a nearby motel, so I'm staying for a couple of days before I go travelling again."

"I see..." The corgi's gaze flicked down and he shuffled on his feet a little. He looked nervous, but K.K. could see the canine's tail wagging furiously. With that curiosity came an intense excitement, it seemed.

"I don't have anything to do for now, though," K.K. began. "Perhaps you'd like to...stop by my room? I wouldn't mind answering any questions you have."

The mention of his room seemed to excite the corgi even more, but the look on his face was more apprehensive than anything else. His eyes glazed over with a hidden desire and he eventually nodded, his lips twisting into a look of determination. K.K,'s muzzle stretched into a wide smile and he gestured over to the avian barista standing behind the counter, who nodded solemnly in his direction.

They stepped out of the cafe and into the cold winter air, and the corgi briefly shivered from the chill wind. The shirt did little to warm him up and, even with his fur, he could still feel the cold when the wind hit him just right. K.K. had the luxury of his hoodie and didn't seem to mind the weather, but he still picked up the pace, ushering the corgi along to get him out of the cold.

They walked in silence. Cole was too nervous and excited to utter a single word, and K.K.'s mind was mulling over possibilities. He was out of practice. At least, when it came to romance, he was. He wasn't sure if he could rely on his fame completely, nor did he want to.

With it being a small town, it took the duo very little time to walk from the quiet, small cafe over to the motel, which was barely 5 minutes away. They passed by a number of houses and stores that seemed to be dotted in an irregular pattern until they finally reached the motel, which only seemed to hold 4 rooms at a time. The canine fumbled in his pocket until he retrieved a key, and slipped it into the lock.

Cole stepped inside with him, glancing around the room. A double bad sat opposite a dressed with a T.V perched on top. At the far end of the room sat a door leading into a private bathroom. The place was pristine and surprisingly clean, but it didn't have much luxury therein. Cole sat down on the bed nervously and was surprised to find the bed reasonably comfy. K.K. sat his guitar in the corner and then moved onto the bed as well, slipping into a seat not too far from where Cole sat. The corgi nervously looked down at his hands.

"So..." K.K. began, shuffling a little closer, leaning forwards to prop himself up with a hand. "What did you want to ask me?"

"Um..." Cole could feel his cheeks burning as he tried to find the words. "What's it like? You know, travelling, and all that."

"It's...fun," K.K. sighed through his nose. "I like being free. Free to do what I want, without having to bend to rules given by record companies, or forced to sell songs to others for money. Although I don't have much to get by, I have enough to travel at least. You could say I have a carefree spirit."

"I'm...kinda sensing a 'but'." Cole remarked quietly, and K.K. chuckled a little, moving slightly closer.

"It's a lonely business," K.K. admitted. "Being on the road all the time means I don't get to enjoy some of the finer things."

Cole had a fair idea what he was referring to, but K.K. all but confirmed it when the canine placed his hand on Cole's thick leg. The corgi's gaze shot up to find K.K. staring into his eyes, a smouldering lust hidden just began the twinkle of mischief in his startling grey pools. K.K. moved closer, and the corgi didn't resist. He felt the canine's hand moving around his leg, sinking against his inner thigh. Cole shuddered instinctively, and that seemed to be all the encouragement K.K. needed.

He pushed himself forwards, not taking his time any more, and his lips met with the corgi's own. Cole's eyes widened in both surprise and delight, before his eyelids fluttered shut and he sunk himself against the musician's chest, his heart soaring with utter pleasure. K.K. pushed himself against the canine's body as the corgi moved, sliding up onto the bed properly. He shuffled backwards and K.K. moved with him, until Cole's head hit the fluffy pillows at the back. The corgi was surrounded by K.K.'s natural scent, and suddenly, the canine was upon him.

K.K. was both passionate and attentive. His lips trailed and kissed along the corgi's lips and down to his neck, making Cole quiver and tremble against his assaulting lips, whilst the musician's hands roamed and stroked, sliding down the corgi's sides and hooking up underneath his shirt to stroke against his bare fur, feeling the muscles tensing underneath his fingers.

A quiet moan escaped the corgi's lips as K.K.'s hands roamed higher, sinking up against the canine's chest and stroking around his nipples, catching the nubs with his thumb. His tongue licked and kissed against Cole's neck as his lips trailed back up. He pushed his crotch down against the corgi's body and, in that moment, Cole felt it: the throbbing, aching need pushing against his leg. The mere feel of it made Cole's mouth go dry.

Slowly, the corgi's hands shakily rose, plying and pulling at K.K.'s clothes, desperate to see what lay beneath. His fingers plucked at the zipper until he finally managed to catch it between his nervous fingers, sliding it down and parting the hoodie around K.K.'s shoulders, exposing his average frame. Cole felt that mouth assault his neck again and he couldn't help but moan a second time, his breathing heavy. He felt K.K.'s body move, his hips forcibly parting Cole's legs to allow him to closer.

The hand retreated from under his shirt and K.K. leaned back enough to examine Cole's top, catching sight of the buttons that ran down the middle. He began to pop them expertly with an intense gaze as the corgi ran his own eyes down K.K.'s body, reaching out to grasp his hands around the musician's sweatpants. He yanked down them rather suddenly and cupped his hands around, his muzzle widening into a goofy grin at the feel of K.K.'s bare cheeks.

"Eager, aren't you?" K.K. chuckled, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it to the floor, exposing the loose white vest with a neckline that reached his chest. He didn't leave it on, slinging it over his head and tossing it to meet the hoodie that lay on the floor. His average-framed chest was exposed, but Cole's eyes were on the monstrosity hidden in K.K.'s sweatpants. He could see the outline of the canine's erection, saw the way it swung marvellously to the side, down one of the leg holes of his pants. The base of it was just barely exposed, thick and pulsing.

"Oh my god..." Cole muttered quietly, his eyes wide at the sight of it, but his vision was quickly obscured by K.K.'s leaning body and plying hands. Cole watched as K.K. popped the buttons on his shirt and parted it, exposing his own flimsy, slightly flabby chest. K.K.'s hands greedily ran over Cole's body and the corgi tensed beneath him, cheeks flushed.

"...You're beautiful." K.K. said after a moment, dipping his head down until his lips met with the corgi's collarbone. He traced the length of it and dipped lower, kissing along the canine's chest and belly as he moved lower the lower. The further down he went, the faster Cole's heart seemed to hammer in his chest, until he was a squirming, quietly moaning mess by the time K.K. reached his crotch. The musician's fingers easily popped the button of his jeans and parted the zipper, before he dug his fingers into the waist of his jeans and pulled them, slipping them past the corgi's thick rump and down his short legs.

K.K. was quickly greeted to the sight of a prominent erection inside a pair of simple boxer shorts that clung loosely to the corgi's body. The twitching of his member was obvious, and it pulsed wildly when K.K. touched with the bulge. Slowly, the canine dipped his head and watched the corgi's expression as he trailed his muzzle against the length of the still clothed cock. Cole whimpered quietly, almost desperately, aching for K.K.'s touch.

"D-Don't tease me." Cole eventually managed to stammer out, which make K.K. chuckle in amusement. He ran his hands up and hooked them into the waistband of the corgi's shorts, slipping them down past his hips and over his behind. Cole's cock was momentarily caught within the boxers until, eventually, the head made its way free of the underwear's waistband. It swung upwards, twitching wildly as it smacked up against the corgi's stomach, swinging to the side. Standing to attention at 6 inches, the humanoid cock desperately craved attention, but the corgi's blushing, nervous expression told K.K. all he needed to know.

The older canine slowly rose, lifting himself up onto his knees and teasing Cole with the sight of his slightly exposed member once more. Cole's gaze immediately met with K.K.'s body and he stared intently as the canine began to slid his sweatpants down, making it obvious that he had been 'freeballing' during his performance at the cafe. The sweatpants slipped further and further, until they met with K.K.'s knees. He tucked them down past his kneecap and finally exposed his jaw-dropping member. Cole stared, wide-eyed, at the sheer size of it.

"I-It's..." He couldn't even fathom the size. It had to be 12 inches, at the most, and deliciously thick. He watched as K.K. gripped his own cock with a hand, and Cole observed that he couldn't even touch his thumb and forefinger together.

"Big?" It was K.K.'s turn to look bashful as he looked away from Cole's intense gaze. He reached down to the base of his pulsing member and swing it left and right, playfully teasing the corgi with the sight of it whilst also showing off, albeit just a little. He was a performer of sorts, after all.

"Yeah." The corgi sounded a little breathless as he stared at it, eager to touch it, to feel the weight of it in his hands. He sat up, just a little, and reached out with his hands. He cupped the cock in his hands, trailing his fingers along the underside. He'd ultimately never done this sort of thing before: never had sex, never touched another man, never even seen another man's cock. He was utterly captivated.

"Are you...a virgin?" K.K. seemed to sense his inexperience and the corgi felt his face flush, his eyes dropping down.

"Is that bad?" Cole asked tentatively, and K.K. chuckled under his breath. Cole suddenly felt a hand against his cheek, and he raised his head to stare up at the musician's smouldering eyes.

"Quite the opposite. Take your time." K.K. assured him quietly, and the corgi nodded, lowering his head towards the length as he dragged his fingers forwards. He angled the member up and felt the weight of it against his chest, the head mere inches from his lips. His left hand met with K.K.'s hefty ballsack, his ample package and the large, warm orbs felt heavy in the corgi's palm.

Cole's muzzle eventually met with the head of K.K.'s member and the musician let out a quiet groan of pleasure, his hand reaching up to place itself against the corgi's head. K.K.'s fingers dug in against his flesh and stroked gently as he rocked his hips forward, coaxing the head of his cock further against Cole's slightly parted lips. With a quiet, aroused whimper, Cole opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, dragging his wet appendage alone the head of the member whilst his right hand dragged the foreskin back, exposing the head.

"That's it, pup..." K.K. murmured, and Cole felt a jolt in his stomach. He was certain that K.K. assumed he was an adult, but to be called 'pup' when the man was unaware of his real age was a little too close for comfort. He pushed his worries to the back of his mind and closed his eyes, savouring the taste and scent of the cock in front of him. His tail wagged furiously and his own member achingly twitched, pre-cum oozing from the end.

Slowly, K.K. pushed his hips forwards a little more, and Cole instinctively parted his muzzle a little wider as the head of the cock glided along his tongue, slipping past his lips and into his mouth. Immediately, Cole was met with some degree of discomfort: the cock was extraordinarily thick, and he was forced to open his jaw to its limit just to accept the member. K.K. didn't seem to mind taking it slow, his gentle touches only encouraging Cole to do the same.

"Do you like it?" K.K. spoke, barely above a whisper, his voice dripping with desire. Cole let out a quiet whimper in response as his tongue clumsily slid around the cock in his mouth, trying to catch every available inch, tasting every surface. He felt the head of K.K.'s cock probing with the roof of his mouth and heard the canine's groans. A wet, slightly salty-tasting fluid hit the corgi's tongue and his appendage flexed instinctively, trickling the fluid to the back of his throat. He swallowed and sighed through his nose as the strange taste. He knew what it was, and it was a comfort to know he was doing well.

Cole wondered whether he should push his head down further, but the thought of the thick member intruding down into his throat and potentially blocking his airway made him nervous. Luckily, K.K. began to withdraw after a few moments, and the Corgi let go of his member, sliding his head back and looking up at the canine with wide eyes. K.K. offered him a small, amused smile, his eyes twinkling with lust.

"Can't have all the fun, can I?" He teased, pressing a hand onto Cole's chest and pushing him backwards. Cole didn't argue with him and laid back down on the bed, feeling a little vulnerable as the older canine towered over him. He felt K.K.'s hand run up his side and across his stomach, touching his chest. The musician's mouth descended and met with Cole's once more, and the corgi instinctively arched his back, pushing himself up against the other man's body. His arms wrapped around his frame and a quiet moan escaped his pursed lips.

K.K. pulled away from him, trailing himself down the corgi's body as his fingers traced and touched his fluffy body. Cole trembled underneath his touch and watched as K.K. moved from his chest and stomach area and back towards his crotch. Instead of going for his member, however, his hands ducked down and tucked underneath the corgi's short legs. He lifted them up, spreading Cole's legs apart and revealing the pink pucker hidden between his cheeks, hidden just below his taint.

"What're you...?" Cole began, with a shaky voice, his nerves getting the better of him. Instead of responding, K.K. dipped his head down further and buried his snout and muzzle between the corgi's cheeks. Cole tensed immediately and a trembling moan escaped from his lips when he felt a sudden warmth against his pucker. He felt the warm wetness of K.K.'s tongue against his entrance, felt the fervent lapping of his tongue, the eagerness to please. The corgi sighed and his eyelids fluttered, pushing his head down against the pillows and arching his back. He'd never felt a pleasure to tantalising, so spine-tingling...

"D...Don't stop." Cole breathlessly whimpered, his toes curling in delight as K.K. pushed his tongue further, his thumbs digging into the corgi's legs, stroking his fur and massaging his muscles. His tongue probed and slathered, assaulting Cole's entrance with a plentiful amount of spittle, before he began to push his tongue further and further into the canine's behind. Cole could feel the tongue pressing into him, and felt it stretching his entrance, his muscles relaxing to accommodate it.

K.K.'s tongue reached into his insides, but it could only go so far. The canine stuffed his appendage in only a few inches or so and curled it around, catching every available surface in the corgi's behind, before he pulled back, sliding his body up again. Cole was nevous, a feeling spreading in his gut as the canine above him moved into position above him.

Rather than doing what Cole had anticipated, however, the canine instead dipped his head down to kiss him again, trailing his lips against Cole's own as his fingers worked down against the corgi's body. They slipped past his twitching member and down his taint, probing at his entrance. He flexed his fingers against the sensitive flesh and gently spread it with his thumb and forefinger, much to Cole's delight. The corgi trembled against K.K.'s touch.

"Are you ready?" K.K. spoke quietly, his lips grazing across Cole's cheek, his fingers reflexively probing Cole's behind. The corgi tensed, and he slowly nodded, his face shrouded in uncertainty and excitement.

Slowly, K.K. pushed his digits forwards, sliding them into the corgi's behind. Cole's muscles reacted immediately and his innards clamped down around the digits. He had read many stories on sexual experience, on someone's first time receiving, but he had never expected it to feel so...well, good. The discomfort and pain he had expected was dull, and didn't even begin to made the peculiar, heart-quickening pleasure that spiked up his spine and made his skin tingle. A groan escaped his lips and K.K. matched it with his own, a deep rumble of pleasure passing his muzzle. His digits wormed themselves deep into the corgi's behind, his index and middle finger gently flexing and curling.

As he went deeper, his fingertips met with a particularly sensitive spot inside the corgi's innards, and Cole suddenly gasped, his body quaking with the sensation of utter ecstasy. His cock stood to attention and violently throbbed at the feeling, pre-cum oozing from his tip and dripping small droplets onto his stomach fur. K.K. groaned quietly at the corgi's reaction and wildly kissed along Cole's neck, the passion in his movements evident.

Cole wanted to say how good it felt, but he simply couldn't find to words to express the intense pleasure he was experiencing. Instead, all he could do was squirm and whine, his hand reaching around to clutch at K.K.'s back as he felt those fingers curl and flex inside of him, periodically pushing against that sensitive spot. The more that K.K. probed it, the better he felt, his cheeks burning with a blush.

His moans quickly grew more intense, and it seemed that K.K. wasn't going to stop. His whines turned into gentle moans, his aching cock pulsing warmly against his stomach, reminding him of how good it felt. Before he even realised it, he felt himself tipping over a familiar edge. His eyes widened in surprise and he arched his back, the pleasure suddenly rising to new levels. His insides clamped and squeezed and his lips curled to form a single word.

"Almost...!" He breathlessly managed to say after a moment, the word quickly followed by a low, pleasured moan. He felt himself finally reaching the point he so desperately craved for just as K.K. kissed his neck again, further cementing the moment in his mind for all time. His member twitched and pulsed powerfully before a thick, warm spurt of cum shot from the end of his member. It perhaps wasn't as plentiful as it should have been for an 'adult', but for Cole, it was the biggest load he'd ever done in his life, up until that moment. A thick string splattered across his stomach, followed by another, and then another. He stained his fur with his own seed as K.K. watched from out the corner of his own, his fingers firmly embedded in the canine's behind, unmoving.

As quickly as his orgasm had arrived, it slowly faded, leaving him with the hum of his post-orgasmal bliss. His fur tingled with happiness and a smile played upon his lips at the feeling, his head turning towards the canine next to him, who was already sliding his digits from the corgi's behind and moving to lean over him.

"How was that for foreplay?" K.K. teased quietly, dipping his head once more to leisurely trace his muzzle across the corgi's cheek. Cole instinctively reached his hands up to stroke along the musician's side and hips, feeling his smooth, pristine fur. A warm chuckle escaped K.K.'s lips as he reached down to scoop up a plentiful dollop of cum from the corgi's stomach, bringing his hand down and smearing the seed over his own impressively-sized member.

"You ready for the grand conclusion? I warn you...it might sting," K.K. admitted, nuzzling his nose gently against Cole's cheek. "If it hurts, then say, okay?"

"Mhmm." Cole sighed contently, his smile wavering for just a moment as his nerves took over. He knew what K.K. wanted to do, and he was anxious about it. Would he be met with pleasure, or pain? The only way to know for sure was to try. He'd come too far to back down now.

With a solemn nod with a small smile, the older canine slid back, keeping the corgi's legs firmly spread as he adjusted the angle of his thick, 12 inch cock. He slipped it down between the corgi's cheeks and probed his entrance with his thick, wedged head. The pre-cum that had oozed from his own member smeared against the corgi's stretched behind. K.K. silently hoped the foreplay would be enough.

He slowly pushed forwards and was initially met with some resistance. He could tell Cole was nervous and he offered the corgi a small smile, hoping that his encouragement would help ease his anxiety. He pushed again and felt the entrance loosen under his pressure. Slowly, the head of his cock was swallowed up by the corgi's behind, and Cole let out a quiet gasp.

He knew it would be difficult, but the sheer size and girth of it was more than he could have imagined. Cole gritted his teeth and let out a quiet groan, his insides spasming and squeezing like a vice. K.K. let out a quiet groan as he pushed his member deeper, but he didn't go too far. Once he was in a good 3 or 4 inches, he stopped, his breathing heavy and his own cheeks flushed.

"How is it?" K.K. asked quietly, leaning forwards and planting his hands either side of Cole's body. The corgi looked up at him with a flustered expression, his tight, stretched ring squeezing hard around the thick width of the musician's member. He nodded slowly, signalling he was fine. He felt some discomfort, but it still felt good. With a sigh, K.K. pulled back and then slid forwards again.

He slowly began in on a series of methodical, paced thrusts, sliding back only an inch or so at a time. He was careful not to thrust too hard or too deep, using his pre-cum to help lubricate what little of his member he seeped into the corgi's behind. He knew better than to push too far, considering the corgi's virginity and the size of his own member. Surprisingly, Cole took it well, every other thrust greeted to a quiet, breathless moan and a shuddering of the corgi's body.

K.K. slowly began to get into it, leaning his body over Cole's own and beginning to groan and pant with every other thrust. His cock began to sink deeper, though he hadn't taken notice of it, until half of his cock was firmly embedded in Cole's behind. He could feel the velvety inner walls squeezing around his member, felt the tight squeezing that massaged his cock and made him shudder with pleasure. He dipped his head down, kissing and breathing against the corgi's cheek as his thrusts quickened.

Cole began to whimper and pant, his cock already steadily growing harder from the sensation of pleasure in his behind. He still felt that twinge of discomfort, but it was drowned out with the warm feeling of K.K. above him, and the feel of his cock inside him. As K.K.'s thrusts quickened, Cole began to groan harder, keeping his legs firmly spread.

"I'm already so close." K.K. spoke, his voice trembling briefly as his arms shook from the exertion of his thrusts. Each was methodically timed and restrained. He didn't want to plunge deep and risk injuring the corgi below him, but he was so delightfully close. He felt Cole's arm warp up and curl around the beck of his neck, hugging him down against him.

"Do it. Please." Cole begged quietly, and K.K. groaned with pure desire, thrusting his hips forward. He wedged his cock in another couple of inches and Cole felt the delightful pleasure as his thick, throbbing member prodded against the sensitive spot in the corgi's body, making him arch his back. He wrapped his short legs up and hooked his heels against K.K.'s body just as the canine thrust down.

It didn't take K.K. long to finish completely. After a few more pleasured thrusts, coupled with his harsh breathing, he suddenly stopped and plunged his member down, stopping ar around 8 or so inches. His body shook as a deep groan escaped his lips, his mouth moving to meet with Cole's own as he orgasmed. Thick, sticky globs of cum splattered and arced into Cole's insides, coating his inner walls in a thick film of seed, as Cole's innards squeezed down around his cock. The corgi felt the spread of warmth in his stomach and his skin tingled with delight.

They stayed like that for a while as K.K.'s balls tucked up against his body, his cock twitching and pulsing inside of his new lover. They continued to press their lips together, exchanging tender, sweet kisses, occasionally lapping their tongues against each other's own. Eventually, K.K. leant backwards, sliding his hips back as his cock withdrew from Cole's behind, leaving him slightly stretched and oozing with cum.

"That was..." For once, K.K. was at a loss for words as he turned, rolling onto his back and pressing his head against the pillow. Cole cuddled up against him, pressing his head up against K.K.'s chest, feeling his heart flutter, following by a worrisome concern like no other. The night, and the encounter, had been magical, but he was worried that K.K. might inevitably find out. For now, he'd keep his mouth shut.

"...Are you busy tonight?" K.K. asked quietly, and a smile spread across the corgi's face.

"I don't have to be." He giggled. He'd text his parents, or something.

"Good. I think dinner sounds good right about now, don't you?" K.K. mused, sliding off the bed and stepping over towards the bathroom door. He cast the corgi another glance before stepping into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Cole watched him go with a longing expression, before he giggled to himself and rolled over to grab the remote from the end table.

It was a night to remember indeed.