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Howdy! Some new, fresh smut of the presses here for ya'll to enjoy if you so choose. This one was a bit different for me to write as the characters and relationship between them in this one-shot isn't something that I'm really all that into and have that much interest in as it features somewhat incestuous stuff going on (no blood relations, but family nonetheless), which isn't my thing. But in order to grow I think it's important to try your hands at things you wouldn't normally consider, so I decided to hash something out. I think it turned out well enough, but I suppose I'll let ya'll be the judges. Hopefully it'll kill some boredom for ya and perhaps even help you to relax and tend to your own needs for a little while.

As always I want to say that english isn't my first language, but I've done my best to proofread things and make sure there're no mistakes. But if you spot anything that looks off, don't be afraid to point it out as that's the only way I'll improve. I did notice that some of the formatting and how I built my sentences turned out a bit off after uploading to SF, and I haven't been able to fix it. I understand though that SF sometimes have problems when copying texts to the uploader. On my end it's still fully readable though, so it shouldn't be too much of a worry. I'll look into it a bit more when my brain isn't fried by looking at and proofreading texts for too long.

Remember to rate, fav, comment and all that good stuff too if you enjoyed yourself. Happy reading!

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Somewhere in a fictional nation within a fictional world not all that different from our own.

"Hey Jon, you there or are you taking another piss-break?"

The wolf gave a few taps on his phone, having been busy answering some text-messages when he heard the familiar noises from the radio followed by the equally familiar voice of the dispatcher. He read over his message again, a response to a family dinner that was planned next weekend, before he brought his left hand up to the radio on the right side of his chest to respond.

"Yeah, I'm here Dana, what's up?"

He put the phone away while he waited for the dispatcher to answer. It was a slow night, as they usually were, with nothing much happening out here in some random town out in the middle of nowhere.

Jonathan, or Jon for short, was the chief deputy for the local police station. Though for all intents and purposes he was both sheriff and chief of police as the local station only employed two other officers, and the station served as a small branch under the county's sheriff's office. In this small town of less than a thousand nothing much ever happened though, and there was little reason for the sheriff's office to send anyone over other than for the annual inspection, so Jonathan was in everything but name the top dog (or wolf) for the police force in the area.

He was forty years old, having celebrated his fortieth birthday just a few months past, and though he wasn't the young powerhouse of a wolf that he had once been, he was still decently built and strong. He was perhaps a bit more rounded around the belly these days and his fur had already started to grow a grayish white where it previously used to be a lot darker, but he was still as tall as he'd always been and was still just about as strong as he'd always been and could easily wrestle most people to the ground should he need to. He didn't run as much as he'd used to when first joining the force at one of the largest cities in the state, but he could still chase someone down if he needed to though he might prefer to use the cruiser these days rather than run after someone.

Being a small town, nothing much ever happened and he'd even less rarely had to chase people down. There was the odd vagrant here and there causing some worry, perhaps some dispute between neighbors once or twice and now and then someone might trespass or hunt something they're not allowed to hunt, but for the most part nothing ever happened other than kids and teenagers being up to no good. The worst thing that Jonathan had to deal with since he transferred a few years ago was a fight between two families with weapons such as shovels and baseball bats involved, but other than some bruises, black eyes and a broken bone or two no one had gotten seriously injured by the time Jonathan and the rest were able to break it up. Since then one of the families had moved away and things were all quiet.

It was far different from working at the city where crime happened every day and violent, even deadly, altercations were common. After responding to such a situation and having to use deadly force to diffuse things, he had decided that he'd had enough and needed to work someplace calmer if he was to keep his own sanity in check. So he decided to move back to the very same small town that he grew up in.

And he had not regretted it for one second. It was nice and calm out there in the countryside, people here knew and respected him and being in a small town made it possible to help the folks with simpler problems rather than having to chase crooks or drug dealers.

He imagined it was such a simple problem that Dana, the station's secretary and subsequently "dispatcher", was about to tell him to respond to.

"Clemence called in and said he saw lights over by the east watertower again, and he wants someone to check it out."

Jonathan snorted at that. Clemence, or grumpy ol' Clem as he was commonly known, called in about seeing something every week. If it wasn't something by the water tower near his place then it was poachers in the woods, vagrants skulking around his property or cars that he didn't recognize. And more often than not what it all came down to was either just kids hanging out (and possibly getting up to harmless trouble), the local fauna walking around and making noises or the old man not wearing his glasses which lead to him not recognizing that the cars driving by his property were just neighbors or townsfolk.

"Couldn't he just go over there himself and check it out? He's always happy to find an excuse to yell at kids," Jon replied. He knew the answer before Dana responded, and so he started up his jeep police cruiser and started to drive in direction towards the water tower before Dana's voice came through the radio.

"He insists that the police checks it out. He'd like you to know that he pays his taxes after all and, in effect, our salary."

Jon gave another snort to himself at that. He'd heard it all before. He wasn't about to argue though, it gave him something to do for a bit during an otherwise usually slow night.

"Alright, well, I'll check it out. I'll let ya know if I get into a shootout with sleeper agents or aliens or something," he replied while his car drove down the main road leading through the small town.

"Mmmhmm, or perhaps some strange cultists trying to invoke the powers of the great old ones? Whatever, just call me back when you've checked it out so I can call him and tell him that he can go back to watching Our Greatest Days without worrying someone's about to break into his house."

"Got it Dana. Talk to you in a bit."

There wasn't much to see as he drove through the town, what with it being small and all. A grocery store to get your groceries, a family-run dinner for you to get some grub, a small, dinky little bar where you could watch the game while drinking cheap beer, and a few other odds and ends that all offered some simple services a small town might need.

It was around nine in the evening, it was by the end of summer and in this part of the country it got dark and cold fast once the middle of summer had passed. The stars could already be seen clearly in the black night sky and the moon stood at its third quarter, its illuminated half shining up the world somewhat.

It was about a fifteen minute drive all in all to the east water tower of the town, and his cruiser jumped and shook a little bit as he drove down the dirt road leading to it. Before long he was illuminating the white tower with the highbeams of his cruiser, and as he came to a stop he stepped out of it and took a look around. By sheer instinct he rested his right hand on the holster of his service pistol, while his left reached for a flashlight on his duty belt so that he could shine it around and illuminate whatever the high beams didn't illuminate. To anyone looking at him he must've looked like your average officer conducting an investigation, dressed in his tan button-up tucked into his dark grey, almost black, pair of pants and wearing a pair of black boots that were barely visible in the dark. Around his neck hung a black tie and above his left breast pocket sat a badge pinned to the shirt while on the right was his radio. Other than his gun and his flashlight one could see anything else that they might expect to find on a police officer's belt, such as handcuffs, spare magazines and some other bits and bobs. All in all he looked perhaps more like a state trooper rather than your average blue-clad officer.

He saw no one on the ground as he shined his light around, though there were certainly traces of someone having been there as there were wrappers and soda cans on the ground. There was a ladder on the tower, leading all the way to the top of it, and he followed it with his eyes before his gaze found the sight he had half-expected to find: someone sat up there, looking down at him, face illuminated by the light of a phone screen. And that certain someone was looking back down at Jonathan with a playful little smile on his lips.

"Shoulda figured it was you," Jon said while he put his flashlight back into his belt and crossed his arms over his chest, the wolf doing his best to give a stern look up at the figure sitting on top of the tower. "You here alone or are your friends skulking about up there as well?"

The figure didn't respond at first but seemed to merely eye Jonathan up. After a few moments a young, male voice replied.

"Nah, 's just me."

Jonathan's tail gave a couple of involuntary wags behind him before he got control of it.

"Why don't you come down here, Sam? Don't make me crane my neck having to look up at ya."

The figure shrugged at that but complied, and seconds later the figure was climbing down the ladder with seemingly practiced ease as if he'd done it a hundred times before.

Before long Jonathan found himself facing the familiar sight of Sam, who happened to be none other than his nineteen years old nephew. A fox-wolf hybrid (Jon's sister had gotten together with and married a red fox) that was nineteen years old and looked closer to a fox than he did a wolf by all respects, with a lankier body and a similar orange-ish furcoat as most foxes had. The biggest difference between Sam and any other fox was that the usual white front of the fox was grey, bordering on black, and his tail wasn't as bushy as fox's tails tended to be. It was also black with a grey tip instead of the white colour more commonly found. His face was perhaps a bit more shaped like a wolf's too, with more rounder features and slightly larger and bushier cheeks, though you wouldn't notice it at a first, brief glance. With his lankier frame he was physically quite different from the wolf, and he was about a head shorter too. The fox was clad in a grey hoodie and a pair of snug, blue jeans and wore little else other than a small, black backpack.

Though Sam was Jonathan's nephew, they didn't actually have any blood relation. Jonathan had been adopted by his family while still an infant forty years ago, following an accident that claimed his biological parents' lives, though since he was too young to even remember them his adoptive parents were the only parents he had ever known. And with his adoptive family being one consisting of wolves as well, things had been just about as normal as one could expect for Jon while growing up.

Sam regularly got up to trouble, as you'd expect teenagers and young adults to do, and Jon had gotten his fair few chances to give the folf and his friends a few stern talking tos since he moved back to the town, though considering how Sam never seemed to learn one might question Jon's methods to try and keep the young folf in check. Other than the soda cans and the wrappers on the ground, tonight Jon couldn't see any obvious signs of the folf, or anyone else for that matter, having been up to something.

"Ol' Clem's been complaining about seeing lights out here. You're not causing any trouble are ya, squirt?" Jon asked while eyeing the younger male up. Sam just stuck his hands inside the front pouch of his hoodie and shrugged a little, giving the officer an innocent look.

"Nah, just out here stargazing," the folf replied while his eyes gave a quick look from head to toe of the older man in front of him. "Clyde, Triss and the others were here earlier, but they left, like, twenty minutes ago."

Jon raised a brow at that. "Yeah? Why'd you stay out here by yourself?"

Sam merely shrugged again.

"They were gonna play video games at Triss' place. I didn't feel like it."

"''S that right, squirt?" the wolf spoke while taking a step closer towards the folf, whom's tail gave an unmistaken wag behind him. "Oughta start getting pretty cold out here soon, there's a thirty minute walk on foot back to your place and you wanted to stay out here looking at the stars with nothing but a hoodie to stay warm?"

Sam's gaze was pulled up to meet Jon's, and the older male's brown eyes stared into the younger one's blue-grey-ish ones. It was one of the features that made the folf stick out a little bit.

"No, I don't think so," Jon continued as he took another step forward. There was now just a meter or so between them and Sam was having to lean his head back a little bit to keep their shared gaze from breaking.

"I think that a mischievous little foxwolf like yourself knew that ol' Clem would call in about the lights. And I think you also knew that I was the only man on duty tonight. And knowing I'd come out here looking, you stayed behind once your friends left, hoping you would find yourself all alone in the long arms of the law. Am I right?"

The folf's tail continued to wag behind him and he pulled his hands out of the pouch of his hoodie and held them up in front of himself towards the wolf as if he was expecting to get handcuffed.

"You've got me, Officer. Guilty as charged," he replied, a playful and mischievous little grin growing on the young male's lips. "Does that mean I'm under arrest?"

Jon snickered at that and took a couple of steps closer, the wolf parting the young male's arms to get up in his space.

"Not yet. But you might be if you start resisting."

With that his arms came to wrap around the younger male, closing around him and pulling him in nice and close. The folf's own arms did much the same, closing around the officer's lower back and his head tilting backwards just in time for the wolf to lean down and press their lips together. A soft "mmmph" escaped the folf's lips as he was kissed by his older relative, and his tail wagged happily and excitedly behind as he was more than eager to return it.

This was their complicated and forbidden little relationship; Sam, a young male with a taste for other men but living in a small town where there wasn't much action to be found for him, and Jonathan; an older man with a taste for both men, women and everything in between who had found himself unable to deny the foxwolf's advances despite the fact that Sam was his nephew.

It had all begun not soon after Jon had moved back and he'd caught Sam and his friends setting up a campfire where they shouldn't and drinking beer while underage, and Sam having gotten himself an earful about the dangers of lighting fires where it could easily be spread to dry grass (and perhaps a talking too about underage drinking as well, although that didn't bother Jon too much since that was commonplace in such small towns). Perhaps the folf had just had a moment of teenage hormones being far too powerful and having had one too many beers when he wasn't legally allowed to drink, but he'd ended up flirting, getting handsy and saying stupid stuff like "I'll do anything" to try and convince the wolf not to tell his parents. And perhaps the wolf had just been too pent-up himself and found those advances too much to deny, even as they came from a member of his family, and some sort of switch inside him had flipped. He'd never even thought of Sam in that way before nor considered sleeping with a family member, let alone someone as young as Sam, but that night something just changed within the wolf and he couldn't keep his hands away when the young guy practically begged for it with those stupid insinuations of what he was willing to do.

Before long they'd found themselves in the cruiser with pants discarded and bodies moving together, craving each other and not willing to stop before they both got what they wanted. If it wasn't bad enough that they were related, that night had also been Sam's first time with someone else.

The young folf was about as gay as they come, with no romantic or sexual urge in his body for girls. But in that small town, where prejudice still lingered and there weren't, at least to Sam's knowledge, any other guys or men with an interest in the same gender, he had to have stayed closeted about it. And as such he'd been feeling quite pent-up, frustrated and lonely, up until Jonathan had moved back and they'd ended up banging in the cruiser. They didn't have a romantic relationship, Jonathan wouldn't quite let it go that far and made it clear to the young guy, though they'd been banging far too often than they ought to considering the taboo and the risks that came with it. When they were both horny but were feeling any doubts about it all, they'd tell each other that they're not blood related and therefore it should be fine, even if the age gap between them was certainly another piece of the "forbidden puzzle".

And now here they were again, the folf having lured the older wolf over for a roll in the proverbial hay. As the two stood there, embracing each other and kissing, Sam's right hand moved to the front of Jon's button-up and fiddled with the radio, turning it off so that they wouldn't be disturbed while they indulged in their forbidden acts. Jon's tongue slipped past the folf's lips, deepening it and getting a taste of the younger male in his arms; vanilla coke and fruit rollup seemed like what the folf had been snacking on, judging by the taste on his tongue and insides of his maw. Not unpleasant. Sam meanwhile got himself a perhaps less pleasant taste of mostly stale coffee, though he didn't complain; it was a taste he'd come to associate with his uncle by now.

Jon's hands dipped down as they kissed, coming to grab himself a firm, squeezing handful of each of the folf's asscheeks. The folf would walk or ride a bike to get around whenever he wasn't allowed to borrow his parents' car, so he had some nice, firm things down there just begging to be played with. And Jon was happy to do just that, his hands getting themselves some nice and firm feels of the folf. He knew those asscheeks well by now, but he still never got tired of them. Though he didn't mind a nice set of boobs as well whenever he was with a woman, Jon was a complete ass-man and never got tired of squeezing and playing with a good pair of cheeks. Whether they were bubbly, firm, thick, large, small or even almost a bit doughy; he loved em all.

Sam could only rumble out eagerly at all that groping, and he was sure to return it. Their heads turned a little, changing things around some as they kissed, and the younger male's hands would come to rub along the wolf's torso, feeling up the familiar, muscular body with it's slight buildup of fat underneath the shirt. He knew that the wolf wasn't going to sport some impressive six pack or even pecs that would make action movie stars proud underneath the shirt, but the wolf sported enough muscles to make Sam want to just lean in and kiss all over the wolf's torso and feel it all up whenever the wolf would flex or twitch. It was clear that Jon took his job seriously and tried to keep a good physique going despite getting older, being past his younger prime and perhaps helping himself to some sweet stuff a bit more often than he used to.

The wolf's hands slipped up along Sam's jeans, digits searching for the hem of them before diving in. He wasn't satisfied with the denim in the way, he needed a feel of the real thing, and he helped himself to just that as his strong hands dove inside jeans and underwear to squeeze and knead at those firm, furred cheeks. As if by sheer, submissive instinct the folf's tail hiked up to present the goods despite the clothes being in the way. It coaxed a predatory growl out of the wolf as they kissed, and he returned the folf's act of willing submission by letting his digits dig in between those firm asscheeks and come teasing in under Sam's tail by rubbing slowly across his back entrance.

Sam pulled back from the kiss with a heated little gasp, some saliva still clinging between their lips before it broke off as he spoke.

"Fuck... I need you..." he huffed out, the folf's blue-grey eyes looking up at the wolf's own as he spoke. He'd grown a bit red across the face and his eyes were a bit lidded with obvious lust in his eyes, and it would've been clear to anyone that the folf needed a good fuck. And if his aroused gaze wasn't enough, the bulge that was rubbing up against the wolf as Sam couldn't keep from giving a roll forwards with his hips was proof enough how horny the folf was. The wonders of young male hormones had him start getting rock hard within moments of the two kissing and feeling eachother up.

"Mmmrrrff, yeah? Been watching porn and getting yourself all worked up while ya sat up there waiting for me to show up?"

The folf's face grew even a bit redder and he just smiled almost sheepishly at his uncle, the wolf having had him completely figured out. Jon snickered teasingly at that reaction and with another teasing rub against the folf's back entrance, which coaxed another nice little moan out of the young male, the wolf's hands retreated out of Sam's underwear. He gave the folf a loud, playful smack to his asscheeks before ushering him towards the cruiser.

"Put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs," he spoke in the commanding tone of voice he'd use whenever he was about to detain or arrest someone. A tone that he knew got the folf going. And being the ever obedient one, Sam walked on over to the cruiser, dropped his backpack to the ground and put his hands on the hood and spread his legs nice and far between. To show the older male just how much he wanted it he made sure to raise his tail nice and high as well and give a playful wiggle with his hips, shaking his round things in the wolf's direction.

The headlights of the cruiser were still shining bright, lighting up the water tower and some surrounding areas and risking to betray what the two were up to. Jon made short work of them, the wolf getting to the driver's seat for a brief moment and turning his cruiser off before he found himself walking on up behind the anticipating folf.

"Keep your hands where I can see them," the wolf growled out commandingly, playing up some mild roleplay even as the folf's tailraising betrayed it all. Sam nodded and let out a "Yes, Sir!" with obvious excitement in his voice. The wolf's hands landed on each of Sam's shoulders and began squeezing and patting him down, going down his arms and then moving back up to start patting down the folf's torso.

"I'm conducting a cavity search to see if you're carrying anything you shouldn't. You've got any knives, weapons, needles or anything else that I should be aware of?" the wolf asked, continuing the impromptu roleplay. And while he certainly did pat the folf down like he would while actually conducting a search, the wolf's hands were perhaps getting a bit too friendly with the other's body for it to be any kind of real search.

"No Sir! Nothing at all," Sam responded. His tail, hiked as it were, came to brush against the wolf's torso as he couldn't help but to wag it as the wolf's hands moved further downwards, patting and squeezing their way down Sam's sides towards his lower half. The wolf's hands patted along Sam's sides, then started moving towards his front and came reaching down, a hand stopping when it found the bulge in Sam's pants.

"Hmm? What's this?" Jon rumbled out, his hand coming to squeeze around the bulge which prompted Sam to whine out a little bit at the teasing touch. The hand squeezed again, changing its angle a little as if the wolf was trying to figure out what he was feeling up. "I thought you said you didn't have anything on you? You lying to me, squirt?"

Sam squirmed a little at those teasing squeezes, but despite himself he couldn't keep from giving a roll forward with his hips against the teasing hand.

"I-it's nothing, Sir! Nothing dangerous!" he replied with a fake pleading tone in his voice. The wolf didn't seem convinced though and gave a couple of more, firm squeezes. There was a faint smell of male arousal and precum that their sensitive noses could both pick up on, and Jon thought he could feel even just the faintest of damp spots growing on the folf's jeans as he squeezed the other's bulge.

"Nothing, huh?" the wolf murmured out. Moments later his hand had pulled back from the other's bulge, instead taking a hold of Sam's right wrist and bringing it back behind the folf. Sam already knew what was coming, but he looked back over his shoulder anyway, curiously, just in time to watch, and then feel, as the wolf took a pair of handcuffs from his belt and locked Sam's wrist in them.

"For my own safety I'm detaining you while I conduct a search and investigation into a potentially deadly weapon," the wolf spoke while taking a hold off the folf's left wrist as well and bringing it back behind the folf. With the telltale sound of the cuffs being closed, Sam was now standing by the cruiser, arms cuffed behind his back. Sam gave a few fruitless squirms against the handcuffs while letting out a fake whimper and an "o-okay Sir" in response to being cuffed.

Jonathan of course knew that his nephew-turned-lover had his kinks, and being cuffed or otherwise made to be unable to resist the wolf's actions or advances were one of them.

"Lean over the cruiser and stay put while I conduct my search," Jon told the folf while putting a hand on the folf's back and pushing him down against the hood, making him lean down against it. Sam couldn't hold up the faux roleplay and his tail fully betrayed him as it wagged eagerly behind him in anticipation. Jon ignored that wagging tail and put his hands on the sides of the folf's jeans, both hands trailing forwards, fingertips searching for the button and fly.

"In order to conduct a thorough search I will have to undo your pants," he murmured out. With practiced ease his fingertips found what they were looking for, and moments later the folf let out a small little gasp as he felt the pressure around his junk ease up as the fly was pulled down and his pants opened up. Sam wasn't wearing a belt, so all Jon had to do was to undo the button on the back of Sam's jeans as well for the hole where his tail went, and before long pants were tugged down, along with a pair of dark green boxer briefs that the folf was wearing underneath his jeans. Sam found himself leaning against the cruiser, his pants and underwear pulled down to his knees, and the wolf kneeling behind him and leaning a bit to his side.

"Well now..." Jon murmured out as he leaned forward far enough next to the folf's right leg to eye up the young male's lightly beige coloured twitching member. He'd learned quickly that Sam was a heavy leaker, and it didn't get much to get him that way. There was already a string of precum drooling down the tip of the folf's foreskin, getting ever longer. It could probably reach the ground without breaking. Jon took a hold of Sam's length and gave it an experimental pump, coaxing another gasp out of the young folf. The drooling grew heavier for a moment.

"Thought you said you weren't packing anything, hmm?" the wolf rumbled out as he pulled the foreskin back far enough to reveal Sam's cockhead. He could just about make out some glistening from accumulated precum. "And yet here you are, packing a fully loaded and ready to blow thing like this," Jon continued, his impromptu roleplay turning more playful and teasing now. His hand moved forward, pulling the foreskin over the cockhead and then pulled it back again, pumping Sam's cock a couple of times. His actions elicited moans out of the folf.

"Putting an officer at risk by lying about such things. Tsk, tsk..." Jon continued to tease as his hand jerked nice and slowly, his actions starting to make Sam squirm and even whine a little. Sam could be somewhat of a quickshooter at times, especially if he hadn't jerked off in a bit or was feeling overly horny or worked up. And it seemed like it wasn't going to take much to push the young foxwolf over the edge right now. His cock was already starting to throb and twitch, the steady trickle growing thicker as Jon pumped it.

But before he would push Sam too far, Jon let go. Sam let out another whine, wondering why the wolf had stopped and about to ask as much when he felt each of the wolf's hands land on his bare cheeks. They were squeezed and kneaded before being pried apart, fully revealing and exposing the folf to his older relative. His heart beat faster in his chest, excitement building inside him quickly.

"For your own sake I'm going to have to help you disarm that thing," Jon murmured out. Sam just about managed to usher out a "please do, Sir" before he was left gasping again as he felt Jon's tongue come darting out against the back of his balls, lashing against them before dragging it's way all the way up to his back entrance in a single, long and slow stroke. It wouldn't quite run across his pucker though, instead opting to tease around the rim as the wolf decided to squat down and have some fun getting his nephew prepped for what was to come soon enough.

He got a taste of mixed sweat and the folf's natural male musk as his tongue dragged around the left rim, then around the right, then circled around it all just to tease the young male. Jon was an ass man who loved eating ass as much as he loved playing with them, though that didn't mean he was just going to let his tongue jump to the main course straight away. Some playful teasing was in order, and he continued teasingly circling around the folf's entrance, never quite letting the late teenager feel that wet muscle drag across his pucker. Around it, then down along Sam's crack, back up again and around once more, all just to tease. Occasionally he'd dip down far enough to lather the folf's balls in saliva, the wolf even going so far as to take each nut between his lips and give them a teasing suckle before his tongue and lips would come dragging back up along that increasingly wet crack again. The suckling to his nuts had Sam moan out eagerly, the young guy eager for so much more than just teasing.

Jon wasn't cruel though, even if he could be teasingly playful. It was time to get Sam properly prepped so that the folf could get what he wanted. With his tongue continuing to lather and slurp the surroundings of the folf's pucker, the wolf would eventually grasp Sam by the base of his tail, hiking it up nice and high to make sure it was out of the way (not that he needed to what with the folf's eagerness) as he dove in proper, the wolf's lips pressing up against Sam's pucker and giving it a wet kiss. He could feel Sam's whole body twitch for a moment and hear the folf murmur out a "fuuuck yeah" under his breath, and it would've made Jon grin in a pleased and knowing way to himself if he wasn't busy following up that kiss with several more with kisses planted all over the folf's warm, snug entrance. Before long his lips parted so that his tongue could lash out against the snug entrance, and a growl escaped the wolf as he tasted his prey proper.

"Sam had definitely been planning this" he thought to himself for the briefest of moments as his tongue ran across the folf's pucker, wetting it and tasting his nephew. There was no off or unpleasant taste other than the sweat and the folf's natural musk. In fact Jon thought he could feel, and smell, the faintest taste of some fruity and citrusy body wash that the folf must've used to clean himself with perhaps just a couple of hours ago. The knowledge that Sam had made sure to get himself nice and clean just spurred Jon on even more, and before long he had the folf squirming and moaning out steadily as that hungry tongue was putting pressure on the entrance it was assaulting.

With a deep growl of mixed dominance and arousal, which was quickly joined by another, louder moan from the folf, Jon felt the folf's entrance give way for the wet intruder to let it slip inside. With a fueled hunger the wolf's tongue slithered inside, wetting the folf's walls as it went, dragging and lapping against them. Occasionally it would snake it's way out as the wolf gathered his saliva some, and then it would snake right back inside, slithering past the, by now, slightly loosened up and winking entrance to make the folf moan heatedly as he'd feel it squirm around inside him. Jon's hand had let go of Sam's tail by now, the wolf instead holding both of Sam's cheeks nice and spread as he dug into the folf with his tongue. Schlp, schlp, sssscchllp it went, or at least would've if its noises could be heard as it got the folf's insides nice and slickened by saliva. Deeper and deeper it slithered and soon enough it started particularly dragging against that certain spot where he knew he would make the folf groan out particularly good for him, perhaps even bark.

And Sam did just that as he felt the wolf's experienced tongue press down at that sweet spot, making Sam tense up and let out a bark of pleasure. His cock throbbed again, pre oozing out as that tongue teased his sensitive button. Jon would've grinned triumphantly if he wasn't busy digging his tongue deep inside the folf, but instead of grinning he made sure to tease the young folf by dragging his tongue firmly down again, and then again, against that sweet spot to thoroughly tease his young partner. And Sam couldn't keep himself from pushing back, the folf even pulling up some from the hood of the cruiser while trying to reach back for the wolf's head, some instinct telling him to take control and keep the wolf's face mashed up against him as the wolf ate him out. But before he could even hope to start reaching back far enough with his cuffed hands, that teasing thing pulled all the way out, a wet slurping noise being heard in the evening air as the wolf's face retreated and the older male pulled himself back up, a hand quickly pushing Sam back down against the hood of the cruiser while the wolf licked his lips and chops.

"Do not resist or try to fight back against an officer when you're detained, squirt," Jon said in an authoritative voice, playing his voice up a bit by almost having a warning tone in it. "I'm not done helping you disarm your weapon yet."

Sam's face had gone beet-red from arousal as the wolf had eaten him out, and his ears were folded back against his head in sheer submission to the older male as he heard that tone in Jon's voice. He merely nodded in obedience while giving a look back over his shoulder. Jon let a hand come down on Sam's left ass cheek, giving it a loud smack before doing the same to his right, each smack coaxing whimpers out of the folf. Another couple of smacks, and then the wolf seemed satisfied. Jon's hands moved to the front of his pants and gave himself a squeeze. His bulge was as obvious as Sam's own had been before, if not even more so, as the wolf's length ran down the inside of his pants leg. Moments later he tugged down his fly, a hand dove inside and dug around before pulling out the wolf's length and ballsack.

Jon was no monster down there, but he definitely had nothing to be shy off either. A good inch or so thicker than the average wolf and perhaps a couple of inches longer, he was packing something nice and decent between his legs. Rock hard, giving the odd twitch and looking particularly thick around the cockhead which his foreskin couldn't fully hide once the wolf was fully erect, allowing about half of his cockhead to be visible. It had a jet black colour that stuck out a little bit against the wolf's dark grey pants. The wolf's ballsack hung below it, looking just as black as the length and a bit larger than most as the two orbs hung like big, black, fuzzy plums beneath the wolf's cock.

Sam eyed it all up as best as he could while looking over his shoulder, his heart beating a bit faster in growing excitement. Other than the one toy he'd been able to buy and hide at home, Jon's cock was the only thing thicker than his own fingers (and the odd improvised toy here and there) that had been inside him. And he knew well how it felt having his uncle take him.

"Hrrrmm, let's see here..." Jon murmured to himself, the wolf's attention turning to the folf's small backpack that had been left by the cruiser when the folf took his place by the hood. He leaned down, picked it up and rummaged through it.

"Hah, thought so..." he murmured out again, mostly to himself, as he produced a small bottle of lube moments later, along with a packet of paper tissues. How the folf was able to purchase and hide such things as lube while he still lived at home Jon didn't know, but he didn't particularly care right now either. He dropped the backpack and then made quick work of popping the bottle open and squirting a healthy dose of the slick stuff over his black length, the stuff making it glisten just a tad bit against the star- and moonlight of the night sky. Jon ran his left hand across his length to get it nicely coated before he brought the top of the bottle to the folf's pucker, squirted some out and then unceremoniously shoved a digit right in there to get the lube inside the folf. The slight roughness of the sudden act of being finghered had Sam tense up and give a quick little bark, though it all only lasted for a few seconds before the finger was pulled back out. Seemed like the wolf was getting impatient and eager to sink into his younger prey.

"Now then..." Jon murmured out after having cleaned the lube of his hands with one of the tissues. Each of his hands took a firm, squeezing hold of the folf's cheeks, spreading them apart while he leaned forward, nestling his length between them and giving a few thrusts to hotdog his cock between the folf's cheeks. It slipped nice and easily between them, aided by the lube, and leaving a light, messy sheen as it glided up and down. After a few moments the wolf changed the angle of his hips a bit so that he could start poking at the folf's pucker, the slick, glistening entrance practically winking invitingly at the intruder as the folf's excitement was growing by the second. Jon gave a low growl as he slid his length back and forth, nice and slow, over and over while letting his cockhead come pressing up against the winking entrance again and again. Whenever his cocktip teased at it he could hear Sam whine and whimper in aroused anticipation. It made it hard for him to deny giving his nephew what the young folf needed so badly.

Reaching down with his right hand to aim and hold his cock in place, he pressed forward against Sam's entrance, pushing just firmly enough to threaten to spread it open but not quite enough to do it. Leaning over the folf, he brought his lips up to one of the folf's ears.

"You have a right to remain silent. If you can."

With that he straightened himself back up before he dug his left hand into the folf's asscheek, squeezing at it as he thrust forward. He could feel Sam start spreading open around him, though the force wasn't quite enough for him to start slipping inside. With a growl of mixed domination, predatory instincts and sheer arousal he pulled back slightly before thrusting forwards again, harder this time. Sam barked out and grit his teeth for a moment as he found himself spread open and rapidly started feeling his insides being filled by that familiar, thick cock of his uncle as the wolf didn't stop pushing until he was sunk all the way inside and his nuts were pressed snuggly up against the folf's own. He didn't go too fast, though certainly perhaps faster than he ought to considering the lack of fingering or usage of toys or other tools to loosen Sam up properly beforehand. It was a good thing that it wasn't Sam's first rodeo with the wolf and that he had gotten himself more than enough practice to take things up his tail.

"Fuuuck... that's it... thaaaat's it..." the wolf groaned out once he'd bottomed out inside the folf. He knew how good Sam felt around him, how warm the folf was and how well those walls could squeeze around him. Perhaps it was just because the folf was shorter and smaller than he was, or perhaps it was because the folf hadn't had a dozen thick dicked lovers inside him to stretch things out. Hell, it might just have been the taboo nature of it all and that he was balls-deep inside his own nephew. But whatever the reason, one thing Jon knew for sure: Sam had an incredible ass, and he often didn't last too long when he was fucking the young guy.

And knowing that, he was intent on making it last as long as he could. Sam had already tensed up all around him, partly from the initial penetration and partly from feeling like his insides were completely filled with nothing but cock. The folf was panting too, Jon noticed and grinned to himself. Seemed that Sam was already about to nut, he thought. Well, he knew that the young adult would have another load brewing within moments once he'd gotten that initial edge off, and so the wolf gave a teasing grind with his hips to let the folf feel that thick length move around inside him.

It was indeed enough to set the horned up late teenager off already, Sam's eyes almost rolling back against his head as his whole body squeezed down around Jon while the folf started trembling and moaning out in sheer bliss. Jon ground his hips again, and with his own sack nestled against the folf's own he could feel the folf's balls pulling up and grow taut as they started emptying that first, worked up load. To help the folf out he made sure to grind again, letting the folf feel that thick thing moving around inside him. Jon couldn't see it, but he could smell the ropes of white that Sam was shooting out, undoubtedly hitting the cruiser with them and making a mess. No matter. A cumstain that needed to be washed off was a small price to pay to make his taboo lover squirm and moan like that.

Jon let it go on for ten, twenty, perhaps thirty seconds before he was getting impatient. Sam was still squeezing down around him and still trembling a bit, but Jon couldn't wait any longer. With those walls hugging at him he started to pull out of the folf, going nice and slow, growling as he did. The act caused Sam to come back to reality a bit, his orgasm having died though a certain sensitivity still lingered inside of him. He groaned as he felt Jon pull out and did his best to relax to make it easier. And just as Jon's cockhead threatened to pop out of Sam, the wolf thrust forward again, both of them grunting together as he did. Sam still felt incredibly tight around him as he hilted himself once more, his hips giving a grind before he started to pull back out again. His previous roleplaying was quickly becoming long forgotten as now only animalistic thoughts of fucking, breeding and claiming the young folf as his own was starting to fill the wolf's mind, much like it always did during their forbidden encounters.

With each hand on the folf's hips, Jon started a slow repetition of pushing and pulling, making sure to press all the way in each time to let the folf feel himself getting filled over and over again. He was stretching things wider, working the folf more loose so that he could start going faster soon enough without bringing his lover too much discomfort. In, out, in and out. A nice, good, slow and steady rhythmic pace. The folf's orgasm had fully died down by now, though Jon had taken the folf enough times to know that another one had started to brew just about as soon as the first one had died down. Whenever he'd grind against his lover and his sack pressed up against the folf's own he could feel it sagging a bit before contracting some, telling him that another load was most definitely being worked on. The wonders of youthful hormones and energy, and sometimes a seemingly insatiable lust for sex.

Jon decided to start picking the pace up a little and took a slightly wider stance before his hips moved with practiced ease to work his black length in and out of the fox-hybrid. Hands started to roam as well as he did, moving from Sam's hips to sneak in under his hoodie and feel up his back. Sam wasn't overly muscular in any way, lanky as he was, but Jon could still feel muscles flex and tense up as he took the folf, in particular whenever his cock would glide across the folf's sweet spot particularly well. Before long those hands would reach for the folf's front, coming to feel across his abs, the wolf imagining he could feel them bulge out just a little bit whenever he thrust inside the folf. And perhaps he could, or perhaps it was just Sam's breathing causing it. Jon wasn't packing some monster cock the size of a horse, and Sam's stomach likely wasn't bulging. But Jon could imagine it was, and it just made things even hotter for the wolf.

"Nnnff... hhhrrrf... you doing okay?" Jon murmured out while leaning down a little over the folf as his hands came to move up across the folf's front to find his nipples and start playing with them. It coaxed another whine out of Sam as he found his nipples being tugged and pinched, and he nodded at that question but didn't actually respond as he was too busy just enjoying being taken by the wolf. It was wrong in so many ways, letting Jon take him like that, but he didn't care. It felt good, too good, and he would've happily let the wolf fuck him all night if they could get away with it. Even the slight discomfort, that surely was going to turn into a cramp soon, in his arms, shoulders and wrists from having his hands cuffed behind his back wasn't enough to make him want to say or do anything that might make the wolf slow down or stop.

Jon, knowing what Sam was like by now, knew all of this. He didn't need a response as he knew what those whines and moans meant. With another couple of firm, teasing pinches to the folf's nipples his hands pulled back, moving up to the folf's back and then reaching for his shoulders. Taking hold of each one, the wolf picked up the pace even more, grunting deeply in a mixture of pleasure and dominance for the folf to hear as he knew it got him going. Plap, plap, plap were the rough noises being made as he kept that faster pace, his hips crashing into Sam's own with every thrust forward. And those smacking noises were quickly joined by increased groaning, grunting and moaning from the folf, his noises perhaps growing dangerously loud in case someone was out on an evening stroll across the fields and could happen to hear the male debauchery happening by the water tower.

Not that either of them cared, not then and there anyway. When you're fucking someone balls-deep or being on the receiving end of said fucking, it was difficult to worry.

How much time might've passed they didn't know. Could be seconds, or it could be minutes that the wolf had been smacking their hips together, steadily bringing up the pace.

Plap, plap, plap.

The noises were growing louder as he went. Caution had been thrown to the wind and Sam was now moaning without a single care about being heard. Even while taking the wolf balls-deep and getting lost in the sensations of the wolf's length teasing his sensitive spot, he hadn't failed to notice that Jon's motions were getting a bit more erratic as the wolf picked up the pace. He'd also noticed that things were feeling wetter inside himself, telling him that Jon's length was drooling inside him. The wolf was getting close. Sam's moans were now not only from the pleasured sensations the wolf was giving him, but also to spurr the wolf on, telling him how good he was feeling and how much he wanted Jon to hilt inside and breed him like he would've done if Sam was a female in heat and in need of a litter of pups.

And Jon picked up on every moan. The wolf, too, was moaning in between his grunting and growls of dominance, the wolf's own moans telling Sam that he was getting close. Jon's hands moved from underneath the folf's hoodie, and he took a hold of the handcuffs keeping Sam's hands hostage, using them for leverage as he picked up the pace even more. The smacking noises grew a bit wetter as precum and lube mixed together and was dragged out by his faster, rougher thrusts, the messy mixture risking making a mess of his pants if he wasn't careful. His duty belt, which had been making the odd noises here and there as things were jiggled around, was now joining into the smacking noises as keys, extra cuffs, spare magazines and whatever else were all jiggled by the increased fervor of the wolf's thrusts. The sex was fast, rough and noisey now, far different from when the wolf had given those first slower thrusts, as the wolf was working himself closer and closer to release.

And just like Jon, Sam was quickly getting close as well. He didn't want to cum for a second time before the wolf's first orgasm though, and he curled his toes and tried to take as deep breaths as he could to try and hold the impending climax back. And he thought he was making a good job of it too. He was twitching a bit, sure, and he was drooling heavily again, but he'd be able to hold out long enough for the wolf to claim his insides properly, he thought. Or he would've, if Jon hadn't reached in underneath, a firm grasp taking a hold of his length to start jerking it quickly. Whatever actions he'd taken previously to hold himself back was all for naught as the folf felt it all suddenly catch up to him quickly. He was able to moan out a pleading, begging "take me" before he lost it for the second time, his second orgasm seeming to be even more powerful as his load erupted out of his cocktip to paint the cruiser yet again and create an even bigger white, sticky mess.

Jon growled out in some primal, triumphant dominance at having made his partner cum again, and he squeezed and jerked Sam quickly, milking the folf for all that he was worth. Things had suddenly gotten more cramped though, the folf's climax having caused him to squeeze down all around Jon. It forced Jon to slow down some. But he wasn't going to ease up on the folf, oh no, his hips continuing to smack against the folf. Jon's cock was drooling by now, leaving a trail that was growing thicker with every other thrust. He could feel himself start to throb too. All it was going to take was a few more thrusts.

Plap, plap, plap, SMACK!

"O-ooh fuck, Sam! Fuck! Take it all, pup!" Jon grunted out as he gave a hard, final thrust into the folf, bottoming out. His length throbbed once and then twice before, with a third throb, he groaned out as his ballsack, pressed up against the folf's own, grew taut and a moment later the folf's insides were flooded. Jon had always had large cumshots, and tonight was no different as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside his nephew and claimed the folf as his lover by breeding him. His groan soon turned into a snarl of pleasure, which soon turned into a light howl of victory as he gave in to every primal urge and instinct in his body and mind.

Powerful, thick spurts filled Sam, enough to make the folf really feel it all inside of him. He moaned out happily for it and murmured out "yes, yes, take me" under his breath. He loved the feeling and sensation of having another man claim him like that. To let someone cum inside him, make him feel like their breeding bitch. It could be a chore having to try and keep it all from leaking out when going about his business for the rest of the night, but it was so, so worth it for that intimate closeness of letting another man fully and truly claim him as their lover.

Jon's hips spasmed and his cock throbbed and flexed inside his lover as those primal urges started to leave him enough for him to get control of himself. His howling died down, turning into a drawn out groan before turning back into the odd grunts here and there as his length spasmed inside Sam. He didn't know how many times he'd taken the folf since he'd moved back to the small town, but each time seemed to feel even better than the last as Sam got better and better at taking him. Their first few times had been nice, slow and gentle, making sure that Sam wouldn't get hurt and giving Sam time to learn and get used to everything. But now? Now Jon could take Sam practically any way he wanted. It let Jon give in to every primal and animalistic urge in his body, and it made it feel all that much better whenever he'd reach his peak and unload. And it was a strong peak right now, making his own body twitch and spasm a bit in time with the throbs of his spasming length. An intense high, though one that died down nearly as fast as it had hit him.

His hand let go of Sam's length as he came back to reality more and more, having been grasping it the whole time as he came. He brought it up to his own lips, the wolf eyeing up the white mess covering his digits. With a couple of audible, wet slurps he licked them clean, his noises causing the folf to look back over his shoulders again curiously. Their eyes met and Jon gave the folf a grin as he made a bit of a show of cleaning the folf's mess off of his hands by taking each digit between his lips and giving it an exaggerated suckle.

"Your weapon seems to be disarmed and safe now, citizen," he rumbled out while throwing the folf a playful little wink. Sam rolled his eyes at that at first, though moments later some mischievous nature came over the folf.

"You sure? I can still feel it on me. Just about fully loaded still, too. I think you're going to have to do a better job than that, officer" he spoke back playfully. Jon raised a brow at that as he continued to clean his hand. Only once it was sufficiently clean did he reply.

"Maybe later. Let's get you outta these cuffs before you cramp up, squirt," he spoke while reaching to his belt for the keys to the handcuffs.

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"Yeah, sorry, I turned my radio off because they were embarrassed someone might hear them getting an earful. Teenagers, you know?"

They were both sat in Jon's cruiser, Sam on the front seat next to the driver's with Jon behind the wheel. Dana's voice came through the radio, having tried to reach him for a couple of minutes and failing to do so. The scent of male musk, sex, sweat and cum still lingered around them, particularly around Sam, as they had only hurriedly been able to clean up a little bit using the tissues that Sam brought with him.

"Well alright then, got me worried for a moment. Wanna tell me what shitkids it was this time?"

Jon gave a glance over at Sam and gave him a reassuring little grin.

"Nah, it's alright. They learnt their lesson I'm sure. Don't need ya to go spreadin' rumors with that big mouth of yours."

"Very funny. Well this big mouth 's gonna eat the last piece of apple pie if you don't get your ass back before my shift ends, honey. Better get a move on."

"Is your ass not big enough for both of us already?"

"'Scuse me?"

"Nothing, Dana. I'll be back soon."

"Yeah that's what I thought."

Jon turned the engine on as soon as his communication with Dana ended, and he started driving away from the water tower.

"Anywhere in particular you want me to drop you off?" he asked, though he was pretty sure he knew the answer. Sam had brought his phone out and was answering some missed texts.

"Your place would be great, uncle," the folf replied while looking up for a moment. "I can get cleaned up without mom or dad suspecting anything."

Jon's gaze was drawn down to his own pants. There were a couple of spots by his crotch that the mixture of sweat, lube and cum had created. He'd have to stop by his place to get a fresh pair anyway before driving to the station to wish Dana a good night (and possibly save that last piece of pie for himself and Sam).

He knew better than that the folf just wanted to get cleaned up, though.

"Once Dana leaves, my night's pretty much over. How about you stay for a while once you've cleaned up? Keep your ol' uncle company for a while?" he replied, the wolf looking over and throwing Sam a wink as their eyes met. "Tell your mom you're helping me fix my laptop or something if she asks where you are. If it gets awfully late I'll tell her I forced you to watch your old uncle's shitty 80's action movies with him."

Sam rolled his eyes a little at that.

"I'm nineteen," he spoke. "She should just stop worrying and stop checking in on me already."

Jon chuckled a little at that.

"Moms will be moms. It's their job to worry about their kids."

Sam gave a snort at that. Silence fell between them for a bit while Sam was busy answering texts or snaps. Jon glanced over at him and then cleared his throat for a moment. There was something he was looking to talk to his nephew about but just hadn't gotten the chance to do so yet.

"So, uh, college huh? Heard ya got in as a reserve? Will be leaving in a few weeks?"

Sam seemed to hesitate for a moment before looking up, his ears folded back some against his head while he was looking a bit bashful.

"Yeeeeah... I meant to tell you, but I... didn't know... how."

Jon eyed him over for a moment. Sam really did look bashful, perhaps even a bit ashamed that he hadn't told his fuckbuddy, let alone his uncle, that he was going away. Jon wasn't angry with him or anything though, he understood. He'd been an awkward teenager once and knew how hard it could be to talk about stuff, and he knew the importance of college too. The wolf wasn't about to throw a stink or anything about not being told about the folf's plans sooner.

"Hey," he spoke, the wolf reaching over to give a reassuring squeeze to Sam's thigh. "Don't worry about it, yeah? You go off to college and get yourself a proper education, you hear? Don't worry about me or whatever we've got going between us."

Sam still looked bashful as he was pulling his gaze up, struggling to meet the wolf's own. Slowing down the cruiser and then coming to a stop on the side of the road so that the road didn't distract him, Jon threw Sam a reassuring smile to go with that previous squeeze.

"Off to college with you and meet some guys that aren't twenty years your senior, pup. Perhaps you'll be able to find an actual boyfriend too while you're getting that computer science degree. If nothing else I'm sure you'll find plenty of dick to keep ya satisfied when ol' uncle Jon isn't around to make ya cum so hard that you see stars."

Jon gave Sam a playful little wink at that while moving his hand up to the folf's chin, lifting it up some to force the red-faced male's gaze to meet his. That face only seemed to grow even more red now, though that bashful expression also disappeared to let the folf throw Jon a slightly less shy-ish smile.

"You were my first, and I don't think anyone can ever compare to you, Jon. I don't..." he spoke, the folf hesitating for a moment before continuing. "I don't love you, you know. I mean..."

Sam looked away for a moment as he struggled to find his words. Jon rolled his eyes a little bit, but didn't say or do anything, instead letting the folf take his time.

"What I mean is," the folf spoke after a few moments, his head turning to face the wolf again. "I don't love you romantically, you know? You're family and I love you as my uncle. But I don't... see myself settling down with you. You know?"

Jon gave him that same reassuring smile again.

"Yeah I know, squirt. You're a great fuck, and I really like ya. I would've loved exploring and perhaps try taking things further," Jon told him, the wolf still smiling. "But you're my nephew, you're half my age and we shouldn't even be fucking to begin with. I don't even know why we started doing this. You heading off to college might finally let us break this dangerous thing off."

Sam seemed to relax in his seat, hearing his uncle's reassurances. And then he put on a playful little grin, the folf suddenly throwing the wolf that sultry look he'd thrown at him many times before.

"Not break it off completely, I hope?" Sam said, his grin growing a bit wider. "You're a an amazing fuck yourself, you know? Gonna miss luring ya over. Don't think the college guys can keep up with a man like you."

Jon raised a brow playfully and he leaned in closer, his hand taking a hold of Sam's chin again, holding the folf still.

"Yeah? Well if those college frat bros don't have what it takes, then you always know uncle Jon's always there for ya, squirt. Just call me over whenever you need to be fucked stupid again."

With those words Jon leaned in and pressed his lips to the folf's own, kissing his nephew just like he had done previously by the water tower. The telltale sound of a tail swishing against the seat of the cruiser, as well as how happy Sam was to return that kiss, told Jon all he needed to know what was growing on the folf's mind again.

"Mmm, now then," Jon spoke, their lips parting after a few moments and him adjusting himself in his seat and putting his eyes back on the road. "I'll drop you off at my place, yeah? After that, it'll be maybe, hmm, twenty minutes or so before Dana leaves and I'm off duty for the night. You watch some TV or clean up a little or play with yourself, whatever you feel. There's beer and soda in the fridge, and if you're hungry you can feel free to make a sandwich or pop open some crisps. Yeah? When I get back we'll see if we can't sate your craving for dick for the night. Sounds good, Sam?"

The obvious bulge that was forming in Sam's pants would've been enough of an answer

"Sounds good, Jon," he replied, a smile on his lips as his attention returned to his phone, undoubtedly to answer more texts or snaps.

Jon hummed a pleased little tone to himself, and he couldn't keep his own tail from giving a few swishes against his seat. It was going to be a good night.