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Their size, however, meant that clothing already contoured around their delicious bulk normally, which then made it all feel skin-tight when drenched in sweat like that. It took a herculean amount of effort for Fox to even peel his shirt from his barrel chest, the material clinging to pectorals heavier than a bodybuilder's leg that jutted out into view. It was the one perk he noticed about being shorter as, even though he and his partner seemed to weigh pretty much the same, the fact that he didn't have as much height to play forced his musculature to swell bigger to compensate.

Being several hundred pounds of brawny vulpine led to his Arwing needing to be adapted for a pilot of his magnitude. Reinforcements were necessary to carry his heft, forcing the design of the craft bigger as a result. He was already a bit of an imposing presence standing at just under eight feet tall, but compared to the wolf pushing eight-and-a-half it seemed like nothing.

He couldn't quite understand why the pair of them stood out so much in terms of their size given how no one else got anywhere close. From what he'd heard of his father, the elder fox wasn't quite as gigantic as what he'd managed in a similar timeframe, only managing to tack on a comparatively small four-hundred pounds on a frame a few inches shorter than his. At least he could show his gains were hereditary; he had no idea what the lupine's backstory was.

That was alright with Wolf as he had no reason reliving the past, instead keeping his one eye squarely on the future - and with the vulpine Adonis by his side, it was a future worth looking forward to! Even his present meant more to him as it meant he got to witness his foxy fiancé put bulls to shame with just one glance of that orange-furred back. Muscles that wouldn't usually be noticed were more than prominent with how much they swallowed the space around them. He had no chance of seeing his own back without external help, but the other pilot gave him a good idea of what it was supposed to look like.

At the very least he could observe his front, but only what wasn't obscured by the chest boulders taking up the majority of his vision. Pectorals the size of car tires blocked out anything underneath it, including a shaft that would be the envy of any man who caught sight of it. Any except his lover, of course, who sported a schlong both long and girthy enough to rival his.

The pair of them were really the only ones they could compare themselves against as the differences between them were minor in the grand scheme of things. But why compare when they could admire?

Indeed, the two of them often checked each other out when they had the time to, with this being no different. Removing the ill-fitting garments proved to be a boon to their morale as the sight of the other canine unimpeded by anything else welled up attraction inside them. Bulging biceps bigger than a person's head, bulky quads that could crush a watermelon without trying, an ass that could compact a car just by sitting on it - they were the whole package.

The height disparity between them felt negligible in the long run as they didn't let it hinder their lovemaking. Both of them regularly showered the other with affection, whispering sweet nothings to their lover as they complimented the beef they got to fondle at the same time. Such intense emotions driving their actions often led to something far more carnal than just looking.

While Fox certainly wanted to go further, an errant thought simply wouldn't leave him alone. "Explain something to me."

"Hmm?"

"You are Wolf O'Donnell. You are a notorious space pirate, known the galaxy over, and have many people clamouring to get to know you. You literally have a fan club bigger than any other person I know," Fox stared the other pilot in the face, past a chest that he normally couldn't pry his eyes away from. "Why'd you choose me?"

Wolf couldn't believe his ears. "Are ya serious right now?"

"I mean, I've always wondered about it."

"Because I love you, plain and simple. I always have, and I always will." Trying to get his fiancé to understand the fact, Wolf reached his muzzle as far as he could and placed a quick peck on the other man's snout. Seeing the vulpine up close got him to chuckle. "You remind me a lot of yer pops in a lot of ways."

Hearing that had Fox incredulous. "You didn't get with me because I make you think of my dad, did you?"

"No, no, of course not! All I'm saying is that I see plenty of things passed down from him to you, and I'm willing to bet a lot of that wasn't taught," Wolf brushed the top of the handsome pilot's head. "Pup, I love you because ya thrill me more than anyone else is able to."

Fox cringed. "Ugh, that nickname..."

"Hush, it's an adorable nickname for an adorable man."

A playful twinkle gleamed in Fox's eyes. "Which means I'll find something to call you that you hate."

Wolf could only smirk. "Good luck. I have a high tolerance for that kinda crap."

"Eh, I have a lot of time to think of something. For now, though..." Fox mischievously grinned as he regarded the lupine's bulk in front of him, thoughts of stimulating his husband's libido pushed to the forefront of his mind.