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Beyond the threshold lay a spacious territory showered in a scarlet warmth. Greater than that of the colored fixtures which illuminated the walls and ceiling were the flickering lights of the cityscape, just past the enormous glass pane. It stretched the entirety of the furthest most wall, perfect, as Amari had said, for exhibition. To the left stood a silken, king sized bed, a mahogany desk, nightstands, and a vanity. To the right, a fully functioning kitchen and two doors leading to what Roland presumed were a bathroom and a closet. It was a luxury suite, fully furnished with chairs, and couches, crockery and cutlery, a flatscreen television, and a fine variety of essential naughty equipment stashed away in the drawers. However, this was still bare minimum for a Vanguard-grade room, for Roland's sole specification had left a relatively basic selection of suites from which to choose. One could only imagine what the paid VIP membership clearance had to offer. He still had the option to call for room service for any sudden, special requests whenever desired, but the circumstances simply didn't call for choosiness this time around. The two would have time to have all the fun they'd want as soon as it was all over. They would only have to wait a few excruciating hours more.

Roland walked across the room, stopping at the window. Through it, he could see every slum and every skyscraper, the markets, and even the harbor. Shifting his focus, he could make out his own faint outline in the reflection. He was a prime example of his kind, though being a smaller and more darkly colored subspecies in comparison to the typical grey wolf. Still, Roland managed to stand taller than most dogs, at six feet even with an athletic build. His fur was dense and black everywhere except for the places where early aging had accentuated his already-present white markings-- this starting at his muzzle, and stretching down his neck, chest, stomach, and tail. The tips of his ears and fingers, too, looked as if they had been dipped in white plaster. Sleep was something he often struggled to reasonably manage, as evident by the dark circles under his deep grey eyes. Looking into them felt like looking into those of his own father's-- only softer, and maybe even kinder as well.

"Everything is working out just as I've planned. We're only two floors below the senator's room. That'll make the whole process quite a lot quicker and smoother-- minimizes suspicion too. Again, the number is sixty-five twenty-nine, so don't forget. He's bound to be away for the rest of the night as soon as the suspension exhibit opens, but I still don't want to spend more time in there than I have to. We'll grab the rhapsody, summon the car, and leave immediately," Roland asserted, still staring out across the rooftops.

"Mhmm," Jannick hummed from somewhere behind him.

"In the meantime, we'll stay put for a few hours," he said.

"Mhmm..."

"Jan," Roland barked, whipping around to face the dog. "Are you even listening?"

"Mmm-- oh. Yes, why yes I am," he snickered, propping himself up with one arm. He had already made himself comfortable on the bed, lying leisurely on his side with his jacket and pants now thoughtlessly discarded on the floor. Underneath his clothing hid a slender, almost delicate physique. Although only half a head shorter than Roland, the dog weighed plenty less, and could lift not nearly a quarter as much. Jannick's tail thumped gleefully as he bore a toothy grin.

The wolf turned away, much to his displeasure. "I wish you'd take this a bit more seriously," he grumbled.

He heard a rustling in the sheets, then a thump followed by a quick, light padding that drew nearer with each step. Jannick scuttled over beside him before squeezing his way between Roland and the glass.

"Now, what was that about a few spare hours?" he murmured, trailing his hands down Roland's chest, then bringing them back up slowly to fiddle with the buttons of his coat.

"I meant," Roland sighed, swiftly shedding the thick layer of cloth. "A few hours to prepare."

"Who said this wasn't preparation?" Jannick teased, his fingertips massaging through the thick, white fur of his belly. He travelled lower, grazing over each of the soft ripples-- testaments of the wolf's strength. He stopped just above Roland's belt, pausing as he roused a sharp gasp from his lips. Jannick simpered, leaning forward to plant a chaste peck at the corner of his mouth.

"Wh- what do you mean?" Roland breathed with a half-smile as the dog unfastened the buckle and tugged his pants down, revealing briefs that fit tightly over the gentle ridges of his waist and the daunting bulge between his legs.

"High-risk means high stress. I'd like to call this stress relief," Jannick purred. He ghosted over his warmth, the wolf shuddering as he traced the contours of his thighs, moving up again to fondle his endowment from beneath the thin fabric. As he pressed his muzzle into his thick fluff, Jannick took a quick, prideful nip into the base of the wolf's neck-- not enough to break the skin, but just the right pressure to kindle a vulgar, ravishing burn.

Roland growled, dwarfing the dog as he stood to his full height. His hand shot forward, wrapping tightly around one lithe, cream-furred wrist. Jannick hissed between gritted fangs as claws dug into the delicate skin. Roland flipped him around and shoved his light frame splay against the frigid glass pane, his hot breaths casting hazy blotches over its surface.

"Is that all you got?" Jannick grunted, his cheek pressed uncomfortably against the window. The adrenaline flooded his limbs like effervescent, frigid water, as a wrenching heat bloomed in his belly, simmering down in tendrils to encompass his groin. He snaked a hand down between his thighs to alleviate the burning tightness, whining as he slipped his fingers below the waistband.

Roland reached down and jerked Jannick's arm away, gathering both of his wrists in one hand and holding them against the window, high above his head. The dog withered in frustration before settling to press backwards and rut himself against his crotch.

Roland gathered both wrists in one hand, the other sliding Jannick's briefs down before removing his own. "Is this what you want?" Roland snarled, steadying the dog's hips with his free hand. "You filthy whore-- fuck."

He grinded clumsily against Jannick's ass, cock erect and aching for his lover. He yelped as Roland lunged forward and clamped down onto his neck, fangs sinking through skin and muscle as he laid claim to the lowly canid. The bittersweet fluid dribbled down his chin, staining Roland's muzzle and Jannick's brown fur a bright scarlet red. The taste was exhilarating-- it awakened a primal instinct that rarely showed its face beyond closed doors.

This churning, monstrous thing was natural to him, as it was to most of his kind-- constantly simmering at the back of his mind, through his chest, and deep within his gut. At times like these, it threatened to consume him. The sensation was overwhelming-- a burning all over coupled with the intoxicating scent of their untamed arousal. He needed to dominate him mercilessly, to take him for his own like he's done so many times before. Yet, Roland pulled himself from the spiral, maintaining a fraction of restraint. He didn't want to kill his partner in the process, after all.

The wolf slipped his clawed fingers between his lips, pushing past a row of fangs to lap at them briefly. He trailed them down the curve of the dog's ass, Jannick moaning as they pressed slickly into his hole. Roland dragged them out slowly, careful not to leave a scratch, then twisted them back in. Jannick panted and whined as his dominant quickened the pace, his own sheath growing painfully hard and needy for at least a fraction of pressure. He'd yank a hand out of Roland's grip to stroke himself off if he didn't know any better-- or if he had the strength to do so, for that matter.

Jannick began to roll his hips against Roland as he fucked him with his fingers. Though as soon as he did, the wolf pulled them free, leaving him so empty and famished and desperate.

"Naughty thing," Roland muttered, pulling his now-soaked hand back and striking it against the dog's backside. Obediently, he choked back a cry as his partner held his waist square again. "What is it that you need, again?"

"Please," Jannick whined, the anticipating alone nearly driving him over the edge. Precum trickled down his rigid cock as the wolf's excruciating hesitance dragged on. "Fuck me-- use me, please."

"I'll fucking ruin you," Roland said lowly. He wrapped his fist around the base of his erection positioning his tapered cockhead before Jannick's tight, wet pucker. He was well-endowed, ridged, and girthy all over, especially around his knot, like most wolves were known to be.

A thick moan escaped Jannick's throat as Roland's first heavy thrust stretched him wide open, though he was not even close to fully-hilted. Pushing forward, he sank deeper into the dog's tight heat. With only half of the massive wolf cock shoved up his ass, he already felt impossibly full, and nearly ready to split in half if he were to take any more of his length. However, he had done it countless times, and he lived to do it again countless times more.

Slowly, he eased more of Roland's cock inside of him, each smooth rock of his hips stretching him even wider. His thighs began to shake, despite the extent of his own experience and stamina. Finally, he slid all the way up to the top of his knot, groaning as he relaxed around his lover's huge, pulsing member.

Roland was already so close, Jannick now satiated by penetration alone. The wolf pulled his hips back, hardly steady anymore, and plunged back into his hole. Jannick sobbed with a pure, dizzying passion as they moved in unison-- Roland thrusting his length into him as Jannick rolled his hips to match his quickening rhythm-- one that grew more erratic and uneven with each thrust. It became harder to control himself as he neared his climax, yet so much easier to push through the ring of muscle as he hammered into it.

Something between a sob and a growl rolled through Roland's chest as he bucked his hips a final time, hilting Jannick, knot and all. Jannick shuddered and moaned, toes curling as ecstasy washed over him and ropes of cum shot from his twitching dick. The warmth that clenched around Roland's cock was too much for him to hold back any longer. He groaned a deep, guttural groan as he pumped the dog full of his seed. His limbs trembled as he posessively pressed his claws into Jannick's belly.

Releasing his wrists, which were drenched in sweat and rubbed red, Roland walked Jannick backwards, collapsing onto the bed. He lapped at the tender wound he had given him as he sat on his lap, still knotted with his warm belly full of wolf cum.

Though mostly dried, Roland wiped the blood with the back of his hand before planting a kiss onto Jannick's nose. He smiled, leaning back at a rather uncomfortable angle to return it. The bed was a little cold, but still very plush and soft to the touch. There was not much else left to do but wait on the bed and enjoy its pillowy comforts. It would take a few more minutes to unknot, but there was luckily no rush this time around.

They lay there for a while in silence, regaining their breath as they relaxed in a state of drowsy, ethereal pleasure. Yet, as much as sleep called to overtake them, a spark of adrenaline still prevailed. An idyllic land of milk and honey was but worlds away-- which was not nearly as much as it sounded in this day and age. Mere meters separated the two from their ticket. Sleep could wait for sure.