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Ira was a bit of an introvert: he didn't mind spending long stretches of time by himself in his room, and he had no shortage of projects to keep his hands busy and keep his mind occupied.

Unlike his sister, who couldn't go a day without seeing her boyfriend, Ira was more than able to go a day, or even a week without seeing Kaya...and they'd both be fine on the other side of that gap, picking things right up where they left off without too much ado about it.

That they weren't sad during their time apart didn't mean that they didn't feel other things in the gap, and where Ira was slightly more timid in nature, Kaya wasn't the type to let her arousal build and do nothing with it.

It was easy for Ira to make a little extra time for Kaya, and that week, the young man was more than happy to make some adjustments to his schedule, knowing that it was the last time they were going to see each other before she left town. He wasn't expecting anything too out of the ordinary from her, but there was nothing wrong with being a little bit predictable, as far as they were concerned.

The same-old, same-old meant that Ira would be seated at his work desk, but this time, Kaya was standing there with him and watching as he sketched out the plans and dimensions of a new outfit for her.

"Think this will give you enough room to move comfortably, or do I need to extend the seams a little bit further?" Ira asked, sketching out the design on his laptop and examining the pockets between the armpits with a keen sense of interest.

Kaya was a strong, athletic vixen: tall and muscular as she was, it was hard for her to find clothes that fit her comfortably, and when she was in the mood for a particular outfit, it was lucky for her to be dating someone who was so talented with a needle and thread.

Of course, plenty of what they were up to right then was just an excuse to have gotten Kaya out of her clothes, and the full, nude figure of her body was standing behind the lucky boy, on display for as long as he wanted her to be.

Fair was fair: he didn't have a scrap of clothing upon his body, either, but the pair had turned the genuine act of fitting her for new clothes and trying new materials into a fun, playful game, and each time Ira approached Kaya with another kind of fabric, it was little more than an excuse to brush the material across her chest.

Kaya almost never wore silk, but when she felt the soft, flowing strip of blue fabric tickling across her bosom, she knew that Ira had only picked it to tease her...and she didn't know how much more of that same teasing she could take.

"Pretty sure there's more than enough room on the seam the way you've designed it," Kaya told him, having long since reached a point where she was more concerned with what they'd do after they were done fitting her for the new outfit. "And checking with three or four other materials isn't going to change the size of anything, y'know."

Ira snickered, standing behind his girlfriend and guiding another stripe of soft, silky blue to another part of her body.

The ribbon teased up along the inside of her thigh, first, before it curled around the sheath of her cock...and a tight, sudden coil forced the already exposed length to twitch with visible delight, showing the level of skill that Ira held not just in crafting the fabric, but in wielding it against his lover.

A streak of precum stained the blue almost all the way through, and as it was pulled free from Kaya's legs, Ira looked proudly upon the mess that they'd made together...but he knew there were much larger ones to be had, when Kaya's patience finally ran out.

It was already paper thin.

"I just wanted to make sure that this fabric would work for you," Ira claimed, his voice such an obvious tease that he couldn't hide the playful tone in his words. "And judging by that reaction, this one is your favorite..."

"My favorite is standing behind me and poking me in the back with his cock," Kaya finally answered in the way that Ira expected, but there was no frustration in her expression: she was grinning, and her lips curled even further when she noticed her boyfriend's impressed reaction. "But if he wants to stand there and play with ribbons and strings instead of getting fucked in the shower, well...that's his prerogative."

With the strength and figure she had, Kaya could have grabbed Ira and whisked him away to the shower anytime she wanted, but she was having fun with their literally and figuratively fitting roleplay, until Ira allowed his boldness to guide him to her cock.

Once he struck that nerve, all bets were off.

"I never said that was what I preferred," Ira pointed out. "In fact, I was starting to wonder if you weren't interested...I don't think you've ever let me tease you for this long."

Kaya was used to being the more assertive one in their sexual encounters, and she was happy with that part of their arrangement, but just this once, she decided to try building up a little more anticipation than usual.

It was fun while it lasted, but she could feel her resistance crumbling away so quickly that she couldn't help turning and pressing her naked figure to the crossfox with a knowing grin on her face.

"Let it be known that I deserve a little extra pampering for entertaining the idea for so long," she declared, knowing that Ira would be more than happy to abide her request. "But I think you and I have gone plenty long enough without indulging each other, my love."

Ira simply didn't have the same level of drive that Kaya did, but when she made it clear that she was in need, he was always able to rise to the occasion, and with impressive gusto.

His cock was already twitching against the inside of her thigh when she turned to face him, and tempting as it was to tease her just a little bit longer, he could see a familiar, desperate look in the depths of her brilliant, ice-blue eyes.

The malamute wouldn't be patient with him any longer: if he was foolish enough to guide his cock underneath the sheath of her own and tickle it against the petals of her womanhood, he knew he wouldn't be greeted with another giggle and a playful grin.

"You know I'm more than happy to make the most of our time before you head off," Ira assured her, hoping that she'd been enjoying his days off as much as he had. "But if you feel like you're all done with your fitting, what would you like to do next?"

"I know you heard me when I mentioned the shower, and I saw that look in your eyes..."

Ira smiled inwardly. "And if I did?"

Her paws wrapped around his back at first, capturing him in a tight embrace...but when she had his body fully in her clutches, she shifted her grip under the curve of his backside and lifted him from the floor with relative ease, carrying him out of the bedroom with the same ease and posture of a groom carrying their bride over the threshold.

"Then you already know what I want to do with the rest of our time together, love."

**

Carrying Ira into the shower was something that the malamute took great delight in: she knew that some men wouldn't be able to handle the idea of a girlfriend that was stronger and thicker than they were, but Ira did more than take those facts in stride.

He loved the fact that she was so powerful, and yet, so comforting: sometimes, it was in quiet ways, like an affectionate and longing stare as she carried him into the shower...and in more profound ways, like eagerly pressing his own cheek into the cool, smooth tiles of the stall itself as Kaya leaned into his back and pressed his hips into the softer flesh of his backside.

"Such a willing vector for it," she noted, snickering at just how easily he presented himself to her. "Makes me wonder if you wanted to tease me for such a long time, or if waiting all that time was just as hard for you."

Though he was a little bashful to admit it, Ira gave a slow, confirming nod. "Wasn't easy to keep going like that, but I thought it might be fun to see how far we could take things before you just couldn't stand it anymore."

She didn't give him any warning to the sudden, warm gush of her piss spilling over: she simply allowed him to feel the trickling juices as they eased from the tip of her member and spilled through the petals of her womanhood.

Having a girlfriend with both sets of equipment had plenty of advantages, and Ira was the type to indulge in all of them, but to feel a pair of warm, trickling messes spilling down the back of his thighs was among the greatest of those hidden delights...

...And anytime he felt them, he knew she'd be glad to feel the same from him, once the time was right.

She wanted to mark him on the outside, knowing they'd be able to shower off anything too pervasive before they were done with their lengthy indulgence, but she didn't want him to spill his own bladder in the same way: she'd been speaking in double entendres all along, and how hard it was for Ira to wait wasn't just a matter of his own anticipation.

It was in the weight of his twitching, pulsing cock, for starters...but there was plenty of pressure at the base of his tummy, as well, and Kaya was looking forward to feeling every drop of both of his loads before their afternoon was said and done.

"Feels to me like you're the one who can't stand it anymore," Kaya suggested, allowing the last of her juices to spill over Ira's fur before her paw reached around the side of his hip, collecting the base of his emerging cock in a single, decisive grip. "Unless your body is trying to play a trick on you, Ira?"

He giggled at the ticklish grip and tried not to rake his claws down the tiles of the shower stall, but Kaya's touch was too skillful to resist searching for some kind of purchase: the last thing he wanted to do was spill a single drop of his seed where it wasn't wanted, and without hearing her say the words, he could catch the inkling that Kaya was looking to be filled.

After all, if she wanted him to pain the wall with his seed, she would have gotten him off already...and he knew that full well, as she welcomed his member into her capable digits.

"I think you're the one playing a t-trick on me, Kaya..."

"No tricks here," she claimed, giggling and stroking his length under the warm, comforting stream of the showerhead. "Just making sure my baby is nice and warmed up before I guide him in..."

Ira caught her snicker and let out one of his own as he quivered with delight. "After everything you just said, n-now...now you think I need a warmup?"

"I know damn well you don't," Kaya teased, leaning in close to his ear and letting her tongue slide along the inside of his earlobe. "But you're the one who's been playing hard to get all day long, Ira. I want you to show me that you need this as badly as I do..."

"And the erection isn't enough?"

"Not when all you're doing is pointing it at the wall."

It wasn't easy to pull the aggression out of Ira, but with a little prolonged teasing, Kaya was turning his own little game against him, leaving him all too pliable to her whims and far too eager to keep raking his claws against the tiles.

Her flesh and fur made much more satisfying targets, and the dripping petals of her womanhood would prove a greater pleasure than the stream of the showerhead could ever hope to be.

"I saved you a little something, darling..."

Ira was just escaping the grasp of her fingertips and turning to face her when he started to pose the question, but the tip of his cock brushed against her heated petals first, and just before sinking inside, he was treated to a final kiss of her golden blessing, spilling down his shaft and providing him a final, welcome preparation.

"And here I thought you'd bled yourself dry already," Ira murmured, smirking at the malamute and pushing in closer to her taller, thicker frame. "You're always full of surprises, darling..."

"I like to try and keep you guessing," Kaya confessed. "If I'd just pulled you into the shower and humped you silly, would that have been much of a surprise?"

"Maybe not a surprise, but a welcome treatment."

"Was that exactly what you were excepting?"

Ira smirked. "I think I'm starting to see your point, dear."

"Good. Hurry up and fuck me, then."

It wasn't easy for Ira to push Kaya up against the tiles on the opposite end of the shower, but in their lovemaking, there was always a delicate balance of give and take: If Ira was willing to put in the effort, Kaya would allow herself to be pushed...

...Especially when the end result of her back hitting the wall was the full, plentiful cock of the crossfox burying itself deep inside of her eager, dripping cunt.

"Didn't t-think you'd take so well to orders," Kaya muttered, biting back on her own pleasure as best as she could...but there was no hiding the wince of delight that played across her face. "F-fuck...just going for the whole t-thing in one shot, baby?"

Ira proved that he was more than capable of surprises of his own: his paws cupped under the full, supple weight of Kaya's breasts, keeping her body pinned to the wall and her womanhood completely filled...but another rapid, pumping series of thrusts took her teasing words and stole them away completely, forcing her to let out her own accompaniment of eager, panting gasps.

"Even if I was a-about to cum," Ira paused, "You know I'd give you more than one...s-shot..."

His teeth gritted together, but there was always a smile about the young crossfox, even when he was biting back on his ecstasy to try and milk as much time as his body would allow.

It was Kaya's skillful insides that ultimately determined if he was going to succeed in that endeavor, but there were tight, eager grips from her vaginal walls that she could control...

...And softer, uneven flutters of her bodice that she simply couldn't control, when the weight of her orgasm pressed down on her mind and wrestled control from her.

"Gimme all you got then, baby...d-don't take it so easy on me," Kaya urged him as she kicked a leg up and wrapped it around his lower back, wanting to feel every inch of his cock on every single pass. "Fuck me so hard t-that I'll...s-still feel it the whole time I'm away...t-that I'll feel it until the moment I'm in your arms again, baby!"

They didn't have the same problem as Ian and Katy, but in the heat of that moment, Kaya was revealing just how much it was weighing on her mind that she was going to be apart from Ira for such a long time.

It wasn't impossible for her to deal with, and she knew Ira would be fine, but there were moments like this that she couldn't replicate with anyone else...and knowing that she had to do without them for any period of time was sure to catch up with her mind and body, sooner or later.

Those passions spilled over as Ira gave her everything he had, lifting his smaller frame and slender hips into her crotch with every pass...and even when she felt the enticing weight of his vulpine knot against her folds, he didn't slow down.

That realization, it seemed, was settling on Ira's thoughts, as well.

"The way you're grabbing me...f-fucking back at me...I don't think I'll ever stop feeling your body on mine," Ira confessed, the passion sneaking into his voice, little by little, until his every word was a pleasure-heightened moan. "Fuck...y-you're too much, baby!"

"Right back atcha," she managed the quick tease, but after that, she could only pant with vigorous desperation, knowing that her orgasm was already dictating her actions and forcing her hips to crash back against his own, eager to milk the seed right out of her lover. "But...somehow, it's n-never enough, is it?"

Ira shook his head briefly, but all the while, he was quivering: cum burst from the tip of his cock before he could declare it, and the weight of his knot almost took, but their unusual pose kept them from a proper tie...

...And Kaya was delighted to feel the first gush of his seed in her womb, but even more than that, she was glad to see the pinkish-red flesh of his vulpine length slapping aside her own member.

"No...I could...n-never get enough of you, Kaya," Ira confessed, looking up at her through one wincing eye and panting aloud for her. "I'll be missing you the whole time, baby...u-until you're in my arms again..."

She didn't need to convey her desires in another word: she'd made her intentions clear earlier on, and the weight of her lips against Ira's own silenced their impassioned cries for each other, but it did nothing to dull the sound of their bodies slapping against each other as Ira offered her a few errant, lustful pumps, moving with such passion and vigor that even Kaya was caught off guard.

Even when the golden juices sprayed up from the end of his cock and spilled across her bare tummy, they didn't offer each other another word: the song and dance of their bodies was all they needed, right then...and they'd be going back over those steps in their mind, over and over again, until Kaya returned.