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Light reflected off a tiny dribble off pre beginning to come out of his tip, and he brought a finger in to swirl around his slit, gathering it on his finger. If he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine it was James' penis he was touching, James' pups he was gathering on his paw. Following that line of thought, he brought his hand to his mouth, taking the tip of his finger and dragging it across his tongue, feeling the salty bitterness of his semen on his hand, his rough tongue ruffling his fur. He couldn't count the amount of times he had done that with James, swirled his finger or tongue over the canine's tip, gathering up as much of that glorious liquid as he could. Mmmm...

He continued sucking on his paw, bringing his other in to rub his now fully-hard member, stroking up and down its length. A soft groan escaped through his mouth when his paw reached the base of his penis, pushing down the foreskin, rolling it back to expose more and more purple flesh to the air. His paw slowly moved, caressed; it explored every inch of his cock, the slowly ballooning knot, its flesh bulbous to the touch, all of his awareness completely focused on touch, smells, the now-fading taste of semen in his mouth and on his tongue. His movements were slow, sensual, his paw a creeping flashlight illuminating the light pulses of feeling on his member, nerves sending sparks of pleasure up through his spine.

Sometime, somewhere, a tsunami was building, brought on by the tiny earthquakes of his strokes. He could sense, more than feel, his orgasm coming on from the base of his spine, still off in the distance. The thought of cum shooting onto his paw, sticking in his fur, spurred him to move his paw faster and faster in its piston strokes over his length. All thoughts of waking James were completely abandoned to his desire to finish. It was coming, he could feel it getting bigger and bigger alongside his knot, and he began to tense up preemptively in preparation to cum- but out of nowhere, he felt a paw settle on his shoulder, a sharp yelp escaping his throat in place of the moans that had been coming out before.

"Fuck! What- I-" he spun around to see James behind him, a smirk filling his face. The fur on top of his head stuck out in big unruly tufts, a complete bedhead mess. His eyes were still sleepy and half-closed, and the paw that wasn't resting on Percy's shoulder was wiping at his face, trying to get rid of the exhaustion that filled him.

"You know, you woke me up with all that noise you were making, babe," James giggled out, kneeling down and wrapping his arms around Percy's shocked body, lifting him onto his feet. Percy was limp, stuttering out excuses and completely anxious. Percy gasped out heavy, panting breaths, clinging onto his boyfriend as tight as he could. His heart pounded on his chest, and he was sure that James could feel it through the thin tee he was wearing.

"James- I, you... You scared the shit out of.. me." James stopped grinning for a second to press his lips to the top of his baby's forehead, holding the contact there for a few minutes, letting Percy calm down.

"Shh,,, shh... You're fine, my precious little prince. I'm sorry, so sorry. I just wanted to surprise you- I," he said, sighing and closing his eyes to rock back and forth, holding Perce in his arms the whole time. Percy began to focus back into awareness, the surprise of his panic attack fading away to just mere pleasure to be held in James' arms, to be comforted by the one he loved the most in the world. James continued to whisper to him, slow phrases meant to tell Percy he was safe and special.

As he came back to the moment, he was made brutally aware of his throbbing member, neglected when it was so close to release. An almost constant flow of pre dripped out of his slit, a flow pouring down James' white chest, wetting his lover's belly as the two swayed together. He was almost completely flaccid after all that time, and his furry sack seemed to cry out to him, aching for release. With a small huff, Percy pulled himself away from James, standing awkwardly a couple feet in front of him.

The other dog was wearing nothing but a pair of baggy boxers, a brown and tan checkerboard pattern filling the fabric. Percy blushed as he felt his eyes drawn to James' crotch despite his embarrassment, found himself wanting to crouch down and wrap his maw around that slightly-tented bulge and coax out his lover's knot. Of course, James knew exactly what Percy was thinking. There was no way he would mistake those signs- the downturned ears, pressed back oh so close to the side of his head, the tail that hung between his legs but still managed to wag with hope... And, of course, the penis that was already beginning to harden up again, poking back out of its sheath like a turtle coming out of its shell. He grabbed Percy by the ears and gently guided him down, noticing with satisfaction that his pet didn't resist at all.

"There you go, my little slut... You were off by yourself, you naughty pup-" he said, letting the husky press his nose up to James' crotch, nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the scents he had been fantasising about just minutes before. They were muted somewhat by the thin fabric, but enough musk seeped through to haze Percy's mind, his face pressing even deeper into the tent of James' boxers. As if entranced, the submissive pup brought his paws up to run around the waistband of the underwear, wanting so much to pull them down and go to work but also wanting to be a good pup for his daddy.

When he thought he couldn't hold back anymore, he squeaked and looked up at James, his big eyes widened in a puppy stare. "M-master... Can I- C-can I...?"

James just giggled at him, running a paw between his ears and stroking the spots he knew his husky liked the best. "Use your words, pet, that's a good boy."

"May I lick you? And,,, take your pants off... Please, master?" he virtually begged, panting with longing and the need to satisfy the loving canine that stood above him. James considered for a second, his head tilting to the side, tongue lolling out freely.

Then, after his hesitation: A nod, and paws guiding Percy's hands to pull down those constricting articles of clothing. A quick tug brought the hem line of the underwear down past his enclosed tent, letting his tip and member spring out, almost bopping Percy in the nose. It was pink, and it throbbed visibly in the air, a vein on the side pulsing with James' quick heartbeats. A tiny bead of pre and sweat was gather on the tip, and Percy watched it, entranced. With that delicious opening so close to his nose, a wash of smells hit him like a speeding train: the general musk of his pent-up boyfriend, tired sweat from a night curled up in blankets next to a warm husky- it was almost too much for Percy's brain. This perfect cocktail, mixed especially for his nose and held no more than an inch away from his partially open maw... that was too big of an invitation to resist.