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Lazy Wolf

By MaantaaBeast

"Lazy wolf." Joe leaned in the doorway, sweaty after his morning workout. He only wore a pair of black briefs, trying to cool off while he looked down at the big, fat wolf in his bed. Rosco had been lying around all morning; did he expect Joe to bring him _lunch_in bed?

"Hey." Rosco yawned, stretching with an arch in his back. "What time is it?"

"Like you care. Are you gonna do anything today?" Joe went over to him and rubbed the pad of his foot.

Rosco's sheepish grin couldn't get him out of everything. "If you make me some breakfast, maybe."

"A little late for that." Joe sat on the bed and leaned down until his hands pressed on either side of Rosco. "Lazy wolves like you are so easy to catch."

"Are you gonna let me go?"

"Later." Joe sat back and ran his hands through Rosco's thick grey fur, rubbing the soft skin underneath until Rosco's smile turned eager. He tucked a finger under the elastic of Rosco's underwear, tracing his hip as he pulled them away, earning a quiet whine. "A little needy, my big wolf?"

Rosco glanced away. "You're the one undressing me."

"I don't hear any complaints." Joe set one of his strong hands on Rosco's meaty thigh. "You just let me get some of that blood pumping." He pressed his fingers into the fat of Rosco's hips, pulling him closer. Rosco was soft all over; Joe just had to pick which parts to squeeze. "Let's start here." Joe rubbed Rosco's butt to the tune of the wolf's soft huffing, and tightened his grip, filling up his hand with wolf meat. Before Rosco could say anything, Joe leaned forward and bit gently at his chest. He gnawed on that warm flesh, and took the opportunity to run his rough tongue over Rosco's big, sensitive nipple. The wolf squirmed beneath him, Rosco's dick already peeking out of its sheath.

"Jo--" Rosco stammered when Joe bit a little harder, hopelessly flustered. "I'm the wolf... you're not supposed to be the one biting."

Joe let go of his chest, but pressed a hand into him, in his mouth's place. "I think I can do whatever I want... Maybe I want to know what it feels like for a big bad wolf to munch on something as warm and fat as you." Joe rubbed a calloused finger into Rosco's chest, but he paid more attention to what was happening beneath it: Rosco's heart was racing; Joe started to count the pumps against his palm. "Scared, pup?" He grabbed both of Rosco's pudgy arms, and pinned them against the bed. "Don't worry; the big, strong moose isn't gonna eat you." He kissed Rosco, stifling another whine. "He loves you too much for that."

Rosco tried to hide his smile, but he couldn't hide his dick, rising to meet the crest of his belly. "Well... good." He huffed. "I couldn't get out of bed if you ate me."

Joe snickered, and abandoned Rosco's arms for the furry rolls on his sides. Now he could wrap his mouth around that begging dick. He pressed his tongue into Rosco's sheath, licking inside against his knot. Rosco's breath came warm and heavy; the pup always loved when Joe played with him there--the press of Joe's tongue on his sheath alone nearly brought Rosco to the edge. But Joe pulled back from his hot, pulsing meat to instead pull the wolf's balls into his mouth. He was careful not to bite too hard, but he wasn't going to let Rosco get away without a little teasing. He went by the measure of Rosco's huffing and puffing, pressing harder until he could feel the pup's breath flow between his antlers; Joe gently rolled his tongue along Rosco's balls, taking in the taste of his horny wolf.

He let Rosco's tender balls rest, and played with his soft belly instead, tugging at the fur and pressing as far into his side as he could, until Rosco pleaded. "Stop teasing me."

Joe gave his balls a final lick. "You want me to finish what I started?" He murmured, letting his hot breath flow past Rosco's dick. "Want me to make my big pup cum? Shower him up and make a nice, big lunch?" He tapped against Rosco's knot.

"Yes!"

_ _ "Try again."

Rosco looked up at Joe with a smile on that cute, fuzzy snout. "Please?"

Joe answered by taking Rosco's dick down to the hilt and lavishing the tip with attention from his tongue. He moved a hand back to Rosco's chest, and when his heart was beating as fast as he could muster, Joe pressed his nose under Rosco's belly, to bring his tongue all the way down to the bottom of his sheath, lapping at the sensitive inside, and all along his warm length. Rosco's dick twitched in his mouth, and the wolf gripped the bed sheets beneath him, as Joe fondled the sides of his back. Joe licked up the dribble of pre from the tip of Rosco's dick, stopping it before it could roll down the side--even as that dribble grew towards a climax.

Rosco tried to talk between his panting. "Joe I'm gonna-" But he couldn't finish before his big thighs shook, and his hips bucked. Joe swallowed a splash of salty wolf cum, as it pumped against his tongue. He kept his mouth locked around Rosco's dick, eliciting a few more shudders and whines as he emptied him. "Joe, your tongue feels so rough..."Rosco moaned, his voice breaking.

Joe slowed down until he pulled away from Rosco's slowly softening dick. He flopped down and spent a few minutes lying next to Rosco, relishing in the warmth of cuddling his spent boyfriend, rubbing his belly the way he liked. "Feel good?"

"Always." Rosco managed, grunting as he sat up. He smiled at Joe and scratched at his neck. "So... You said something about lunch?"

Joe loved to see that eagerness in Rosco's eyes, almost as much as he loved making him wait. "Of course, Rosco." He got on his knees beside him and pulled back his own sheath, to reveal the pulsing, thick tool inside. "But before that, I think it's my turn."

***

Joe sat against the headboard, legs spread out. Rosco pushed his big body up and crawled towards him. He watched the big spire between Joe's legs twitch eagerly, but Rosco always liked to spend some time with the rest of Joe's body first. He got onto his knees and ran his hands down Joe's chest, stopping to admire the heavy pectoral muscles he worked so hard on.

"That's right, puppy." Joe flexed for him, and tweaked his ear. "I'm your big strong moose."

"Do you think you can still lift me?" Rosco asked. Joe used to pick him up all the time, usually when he didn't want to wait on the wolf to actually get up on his own. He pressed himself close to Joe and stroked the short fur on his broad shoulders.

"Well you've always had quite a bit of meat on you, wolfy." Joe grabbed him by the sides, calloused hands holding him there so Rosco had to rest his snout near Joe's neck. "I don't think you've gotten big enough to get away from me."

Rosco took deep breaths of Joe's manly scent, always strong after he'd been exercising. "Could you start carrying me more again?"

"Is my big wolf too lazy to walk around the apartment?" Joe teased, squeezing Rosco's fat thigh.

"No," Rosco nuzzled up against Joe's snout, "I just miss it."

Joe smiled at him sweetly, dropping the playfully mean tone. "I didn't know you liked it so much." He kissed the top of Rosco's head. "I'll never say no to picking up such a cute boy."

Rosco savored a few more seconds, resting his head on Joe's warm chest before trailing down the broad muscles around his stomach. He found Joe's legs spread open for him to lean in. Rosco took a deep breath of the musk coming off his boyfriend, already feeling the heat return to his own loins.

He licked at Joe's half-exposed dick, finding more of it rising out of the sheath each time. "God," Joe held Rosco's shoulders, thumbs pressing hard into his soft arm muscles, "how does your tongue feel so good?"

Rosco didn't have time to say anything back, too busy licking up the thick rivulets of precum on Joe's shaft. He was losing that fight, so the wolf leaned in and took the first half of Joe's dick into his jaws. Rosco always had to be careful about his teeth, using his big tongue to keep from accidentally biting. He looked up at Joe, who smiled back between his deep breaths. "Gmmph?" Rosco tried to ask, with a mouth full of moose meat.

"Why don't you try a little rougher?" Joe rubbed the fur between Rosco's ears. "Show me a little of my big bad wolf."

Rosco slipped Joe's dick to the side, slowly pulling more of it in, until he was nearly at the base. He started to close his jaws, until he could feel the pressure of the sensitive flesh on his pointed teeth. Rosco used to wonder if Joe ever got afraid, having a wolf put part of his body-this part, especially-in his mouth. But if anything, the big moose got off on it. Thankfully, Rosco had gotten very good at knowing how hard he could bite without drawing blood.

"Mmgh." Rosco tried to pull the last bit of Joe's dick into his mouth, but the tip was already teasing the back of his throat. He shut his eyes and enjoyed the fullness and salty taste of his boyfriend. Joe's thighs heated up the sides of Rosco's face, and his own dick was starting to twitch.

"A little sore?" Joe's hands appeared on the sides of Rosco's head; he started massaging the wolf's jaws, pressing so hard they flushed with a pleasant soreness. Rosco's soft moans mingled with Joe's grunting. After another minute, Joe's fingers were starting to tremble and his breath had turned to panting. One of his hands left Rosco's head and stroked down the gentle curve of his back, tingling the soft flesh around his spine. "You're such a big beautiful wolf, Rosco." His fingers toyed with the base of Rosco's tail, eliciting a shiver from the skin on the lowest part of his back. "My soft-furred prince."

Rosco laughed as much as he could with Joe's dick stuffing his mouth. He pressed his tongue back and forth on the underside, taking Joe's breath away for a second. Rosco shook his butt as Joe's hand rested on it. Then, the moose reached down past Rosco's hips and he held the wolf's dick, already roused again. He stuck a finger into the sheath, moving his hand fast to try to bring Rosco up to the edge in tandem with him.

Rosco was so lost in the rhythm of licking and sucking on his boyfriend's dick that he was almost surprised when the first shot of warm cum painted the back of his throat. Joe grabbed the scruff of Rosco's neck and held him tight, pumping away as the wolf swallowed fast to keep up.

Joe's head fell back into the pillows, using the last of his energy to keep stroking Rosco while the wolf licked Joe's dick clean. Joe's thighs trembled at the unbearable pleasure of Rosco's tongue still on his dick, but he let the wolf go for a few more seconds before pulling out.

Rosco looked at Joe's face, eager to see the tired smile and know he did a good job. Joe grabbed him under the armpits and pulled him up close, until Rosco sat in his lap, softening dick under the wolf's fat ass.

Joe murmured his hot breath into Rosco's ear. "I love you so much, Rosco."

Rosco shut his eyes and rested his head under Joe's chin, while the moose rubbed his dick until Rosco's heart sped up again and his toes curled in on the soft pads of his feet, panting while his cum rolled down Joe's fingers.

They lay together, Rosco's big frame spread out on Joe, for a few moments of warm quiet.

"I guess I should start on lunch." Joe said quietly and patted the back of Rosco's head, ready to let the heavy wolf roll off him. "Can't keep my hungry beast waiting."

Rosco nestled deeper against Joe's neck, his warm thighs on Joe's warm thighs, his soft belly on the moose's firm core of muscles, their furry chests lifting up and down together with big, slow breaths. "Well," Rosco mumbled, "I could wait for a few more minutes."