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Warm Up - 6

A door opened, the shadows moved aside for the cozy honeylight peering into the room. The illumination was a white-yellow mix where stark colors were vibrant with a sweet hue that warmed their fur. Even the bulb itself smelled of honey. As did the room its light seeped into in due time.

Inside was a bedroom where there were three switches. First was beside the door that didn't need to be turned on. Because the wolf and his raccoon partner could see just as fine in the dark. In fact, the dim light made the exploration much better.

Second was the raccoon, pressed down on the bed. Stripped of his colorful t-shirt, and tight dark blue jeans. For someone who loved to be the alpha in the streets, he easily switched to being a bitch in the sheets.

Third was the wolf, pinning down his prey. His inner alpha had been let loose; an inner switch that triggered in the safety of his bedroom. He clawed apart his cheap hoodie and its generic white shirt underneath. A show for his omega, whose light blue eyes met with his own yellow.

The wolf lowered himself down as he had yanked his cargo pants away, unleashing his musk that rivaled the raccoon's, and winning. He growled low, kissing his raccoon's furred stomach, snarling as he dragged his tongue across his chest- tasting him. And a kiss, sweet and savory with their tongues frenching one another.

Sounds of loving whimpers, whines, and purrs filled the room, as did the domineering lupine scent. The wolf brushed his tail behind him, feeling the stiffness in the raccoon shiver while the rest of him shuddered to the touch. He gasped in his lips as their buddies rubbed on top of each other. Gray furs in relative darkness.

The raccoon panted and tapped his partner's side enough that the wolf leaned back, their salivas connecting the tip of their tongues. When he spoke, the string was gone, "Can we try that thing I wanted?" And the response was a sudden jolt of pleasure that stiffened his bushy tail.

His canine hand stroked him through the bulge. Throbbed constantly, and the raccoon would moan as his digits pressed on its base. And his other hand fondled his large nuts that were snug inside the cotton fabric. The faces his partner made, eyes kept shut as he squirmed and relished in delight.

The raccoon waved his head side to side as tingles traveled throughout his body. Gentle caresses on his most sensitive bits, slow strokes that tugged on his foreskin, and wolf kissies all over his face that made him meow louder. "H-huuuuun..." he whimpered as he held his partner. Except there was nothing to hold. And it was just as dark when he opened his eyes but he felt his partner's hand cover it. "H-hun?" He wondered because his cock twitched to the open air, yet his wolf was still with him.

A relative silence but he heard the sound of fabric being moved against fur, followed by a familiar musk right at the tip of his nose. The raccoon sniffed it, and he heard his wolf grunt above him. Something warm pressed up against the tip of his muzzle, and his first instinct was to kiss it. A salty taste with a fleshy texture, and sticky fluid being smeared over his lips right before his mouth was filled with wolf cock.

The wolf held onto the bedframe while he gave his partner a pink treat. Tail wagging behind, tickling his raccoon feeties while his own stroked his partner off. And what a delightful sound he made when he felt him throb under his foot, while his own cock was slurped and wrapped around with such a needy tongue. "Good bitch," he told him.

There was a shared rhythm between them. Each time the wolf thrusted, he stroked his partner beneath. With every brush of the latter's foot, the former would scratch behind his ear. The wolf didn't want to admit it then that he enjoyed doing all the feet things, much to the benefit of his partner being on the receiving end. Maybe it was because he had total control of him regardless. But the sensation of submission being under a metaphorical boot was growing on him.

The raccoon was all for it- the sensation of his foot was much more arousing than his hand. To be regarded as something less than a submissive, without having to be degraded or worse had him at the peak of lust. And he wanted to give his partner the release he deserved. With his cock sandwiched between the wolf's toes, who upped the ante, the tip of his fabric tent was soaked in pre, and his shaft's glans exposed too.

His wolf knew the trick by then, whenever he felt his partner's erect shaft at its fullest, he'd tap the spot just underneath its tip. One would call it the frenulum, but he'd rather call it the 'pp' or pleasure point. Or poke for pleasure, because the raccoon instinctively thrusted as he did so.

"Aw, does the bitch want to cum?" The wolf goaded, and he got the raccoon's lips suckling closer to his base while his nuts were juggled in careful paws. They were massaged with great practice; fingers brushed along his back sack, and a bounce that had him moaning too. And his partner bobbed his head faster knowing that he himself was close too.

And their climax followed, with the wolf holding onto the raccoon's ears as he shot his load out. He let out a bedroom howl, seductive and intense that matched it. A high pitch as he slowed his thrusting, his raccoon gulping it all down, and it lowered as the afterglow set in.

Yet his foot kept going, almost cramped but the intense heat on his calves was worth feeling his partner shudder once more. His foot moments after felt it pulse, and cum oozed out through the fabric, and in strings as it had been that intense. He could smell it from here, and one to indulge in such animalistic behaviors, lowered himself to lick the salty and sticky residue clean off his underwear and parts of his stomach fur.

After a quick tonguing session, they appropriated themselves on the bed. Naked, with the wolf clinging onto his raccoon. Head hung low, with his sullen expression suppressed by the near darkness. "Did I do good, Marky?"

"Hun, of course you did," Mark shifted, and had the wolf's arms around his side in a snuggle. "That was easily the second best sex I've ever had, you silly pup."

"Hotel Arano still the first?" The wolf reminisced for a moment the soft beds, the beautiful moon over the ocean horizon from their ninth floor window, and the lack of noise complaints as they kept howling and moaning.

"Well, yeah," Mark added one crucial detail. "It was our first time too, and I will never forget that."

How could he have forgotten? The afterglow, the wordless cuddling, and the amazing sunrise with his beloved Mark with him. It certainly felt like Akashim- paradise. "I could think of one more that could top that," the wolf said.

"What would that be, Ge?"

George chuckled, having smiled since the memory recollection. His head leaned closer to the raccoon's chest and listened to its heartbeat. "You'll know." He teased, his mind calculating the cost of that same hotel, the bribe he would commit to ensuring they would have the same room, and the ring he'd slip on, and into.

"For now," George continued, "I love you, Marky."

"I love you too, Ge," he pecked his forehead.

And the lights went off.

One of them said, "Not another blackout."