The Dance by K.M. Hirosaki

The Dance

K.M. Hirosaki, Crossdressing, Fox, Husky, M/M, Romance

"The Dance"

I wrote this story as a sort of "thank you" for a friend of mine. He was kind enough to let me use a very wonderful character that was an absolute delight to write a story around, and the end result is something that he apparently liked very much. I'm very happy to share this story with you all.

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There are two kinds of places where you can go for your nightlife: places where you dress like everyone else, in order to fit in, and places where you dress in something outrageously different from everyone else, in order to fit in.

That was the idea, at any rate. As far as Jacek was concerned, this place was one of the former. It surprised the fox to see someone out there in the crowd who apparently thought it was one of the latter.

The club was full of people drinking alcohol from small, clear glasses, or various coffee drinks out of brightly colored, gaudy mugs. Half of the floor was strewn with low-riding couches surrounding coffee tables. Nestled in the opposite corner was the spot for folks to play billiards, darts, and other games more fitting the typical 'bar' scene. Jacek was over here, resting his butt back against one of the pool tables as he looked out over onto the dance floor, staring.

At first, Jacek wasn't sure why the lovely husky was even catching his eye. Maybe it was the shiny black vinyl skirt with the sharp diagonal cut. Maybe it was the tight top that cut off at the bottom of the ribcage, which showed that the canine wasn't ashamed of showing off a bit of tummy pudge. Or maybe it was that air of "I can have a good time even without having had too much to drink."

All of those were possibilities, but Jacek was pretty sure that it was because of the fact that the husky in question was still definitely male. He hadn't quite decided, yet.

The fox was somewhat on the heavy side, himself, but he never let that stop him. Being in the less-than-perfect shape helped to keep women from thinking he was some macho ladies' man. More often than not, his charm made up for things when someone struck his fancy. When it came to guys, Jacek usually was a lot pickier; besides, he hadn't come here tonight for a hookup, anyway. But that still didn't explain why he found himself continuing to stare at the husky boy in the skirt.

A 'husky husky'â€"Jacek found himself chuckling at the little pun there, which told him right away that he was far too easily amused for his own good. That meant that he had to be one of two things: drunk, or flirty. And he hadn't been drinking very much at all.

Okay, so Jacek was checking the guy out. He could live with that. Heck, if he was attracted to both guys and girls, there certainly wasn't anything wrong with being attracted to a guy dressed like a girl, was there? But what was it about this husky that was making him continue to sneak glances and stare unnoticed? He was cute, sure, but he wasn't unusually cute. And aside from what he was wearing, he wasn't doing much to make himself stand out and...

That was it! That was what was gnawing at the back of Jacek's mind: here was someone who was out at a nightclub dressed in a way that should have been making him the center of attention. Only he wasn't! Either he was just that laid back, or he was making an outright effort to manage to blend in despite everything else.

Jacek grinned to himself. Whichever the case, he was intriguedâ€"intrigued enough to need to know which it was for sure. Once he knew that, he'd know how to proceed further.

The fox got himself another drink from the bar and downed in quickly. Stilling his courage and putting on his best winning smile, he adjusted his longish bangs with his fingers and headed toward the floor. His eyes led him through the crowd, so that he could get up closer to his target and scope things out better.

Grayish-blue fur prevailed over most of the husky's body, making Jacek's own gray pelt seem dull, in comparison. The way that the hues of the fur caught the light was nice, but not as nice as the sheen of the vinyl that clung to his body and showed off its masculine curves. When Jacek got closer, he could see the intense blue of the canine's eyes, and the fox hoped to catch a look of mischief in them.

Jacek was intent, now. This here was a new challenge. He'd never really given crossdressers much thought, before; most of the ones that the fox had encountered before were either waifish and twinky, or simply couldn't pull the look off at all. The husky, though, was like the veritable embodiment of all of the things that Jacek found attractive in both men and women rolled into one. It was almost like his very existence was a high-stakes dare for Jacek to see what he could make of.

How to flirt, though? Nobody seemed to be crowding the husky's space. That was perhaps because this wasn't a gay bar. Granted, Jacek knew that he was making an assumption that the husky was interested in guys to begin with, but he was betting that it was worth a shot. In either case, that still gave him a choice: should he be direct, or try and catch his eye from a distance at first.

The latter was risky. Given the crowd, Jacek might not be able to tell if a lack of response was due to being too unobtrusive, or simply because he'd missed his mark. Being direct had its own problems too, though. Once again, given the crowd, his directness might be too much of an affront.

Jacek decided to compromise. He made sure he was close, watching the husky as he just sort of casually danced by himself. With the dance floor being none too tightly packed, it was a simple matter to get nearby without having to get up close and personal. The fox daringly made eye contact, and under the music, he mouthed the words "Nice skirt."

The response came back as a similar soundless mouthing: "Thank you." It was accompanied by a tiny little wink.

A smile spread itself across the gray fox's muzzle, both to show his happiness back, and because his sense of pride had just been fulfilled. First contact had been made. Now it was time to reel things in.

Approaching closer, but still maintaining a reasonable distance, Jacek held eye contact. He opted out of putting on his "killing" face, and instead tried to make his eyes speak more softly, as if trying to say, "I appreciate what I'm getting to look at right now." The fox figured it must have been working, because the husky came closer in return.

All in all, the canine still seemed jovial and carefree. Jacek liked that. It gave him room to apply subtle aggression here and there while still being able to be friendlyâ€"for the most part. The fox stepped in closer still, so that the husky could remain unseen if he wanted to check him out. He did, and that made Jacek's grin widen. "Well, aren't you a pretty thing," the fox said, now that they were close enough to converse over the music.

The husky seemed the tiniest bit shy from the compliment, but he responded more boldly. "That's the idea," he said, wagging his tail sharply as the pair drew closer together.

Jacek reached down, and brushed a pair of black-furred fingertips over the white of the back of the husky's paw. "And such a lovely 'lady' in a place like this," the fox said, letting his grin show a bit of tooth. "Lucky me."

Another shy flush went up over the husky's face, and he drew his hand away. "You sure that's what you're after?" he asked, looking back up. With the canine's ears bending back slightly, Jacek first noticed how much taller he was than the husky. The fox stood around six and half feet tall, himself, giving him nearly six inches advantage in height.

This was possibly a roadblock. The husky might have been playing hard to get, or he might have actually been uncomfortable. Jacek needed to think of a way keep up the non-threatening act while still coming across as interested.

"Seems that way to me," Jacek said, making sure that the end of his snout was nice and close to the husky's ears, so that he could whisper, and so that he could take in a whiff with his keen vulpine nose, getting a bit of that unmistakable male scent. Part of that reluctance seemed to crack as the husky looked back up at him.

"Someone's sure of himself," the husky replied, showing a hint of a smirk. He turned Jacek's gesture of brushing fingers at the back of his hand. There was a feathery touch to the pads at the end of those digits that made the fox tingle.

Jacek gently played his fingers back with the husky's, like he was halfway holding hands but never staying still long enough for it to happen. "I'm just saying that I know what I like."

The husky took the fox's hand a tad more firmly. "And does what you like involve admiring such beauty from afar, or does it require something a bit closer up?"

The little dance of words and wits continued! "It wouldn't say it 'requires,' anything," Jacek replied, showing more teeth in his grin. "Some things just might be... nice."

"They might, at that," the husky returned, and let his fingers trail away as he let his dance steps bring him deeper into the dance floor. Part of what he said sounded like teasing. The other part, though, sounded an awful lot to Jacek like "Nice Try."

Admitting defeat, Jacek just nodded, and he nonchalantly let himself slink back in the opposite direction. If the husky were really interested, he'd come around following, sooner or later.

Jacek wasn't really too surprised when he didn't, though.

* * *

Jacek was surprised, however, when he saw the husky the again nearly a week later. And he wasn't just surprised merely at seeing him, but also at seeing what he looked like.

This time around, the dashing femininity was gone. Tonight, the canine looked like 'just one of the guys.' Tight denim pants clung to those muscular, masculine legs, showing his ass off nicely as he leaned over the billiards table to line up for a shot. Something silver glittered hanging down around his neck through the front of his open-topped black silk shirt. And the way he sucked his lower lip and showed the tip of his tongue as he concentrated on making his shot was actually... cute.

The sharp sound of balls clacking together was followed by the dull thud that signaled that the shot had been made. With a flick of his bushy tail, the husky stood up to full height and smiled. Still partially cradling the pool cue in one hand, he clapped for himself, for either luck or skill. Jacek couldn't tell which it was from the look on the husky's face.

He wanted to know, though. He wanted to know a lot more. But knowing a relative skill level in a game of billiards was a start. You had to learn how to crawl before you learned how to walk.

Jacek fished his hand around in his pants as he stepped over toward the pool table. He slapped down the requisite change for the price of a game onto the varnished wood at the corner, next to the pocket. "Good for another game?" the gray fox asked, the friendly tone of voice unable to completely cover up the slyness of his smirk.

The husky's blue eyes fixed down first at the fox's fingers, pressed onto the coins, and then followed up the length of his arm, on to his face, until the two made eye contact. There was an amused (or was it bemused?) look of recognition on the husky's face. "Another game," the canine said, smiling the same kind of playful smile that had caught Jacek's eye in the first place the week before.

"If you're up to it," Jacek replied.

Watching the next player, a slim badger, take his turn, the husky spoke again without looking at Jacek. "I've got to finish this one first, you know."

Jacek saw his opening, and leapt for it. "Take your time. I'll go get a couple of drinks," he said, looking pointedly at the canine's nearly empty glass.

It was the husky's shot again. "I'll be here," he responded, nodding a little. Jacek smiled again, and trotted off toward the bar. The fox let his grin widen once he knew his face was out of sight.

The precedent had been set. The offer had been made, and the table was open for further discussion. It was like the act of flirting was just a bizarre form of negotiation, just on a different scale and field. And, like any negotiation session, all Jacek needed to do was play his cards right, and he'd hopefully come out on top.

He waited for a few minutes at the crowded bar before the bartender took his order and handed him the pair of drinks. Then, making a beeline back for the pool tables, he tried his best to still his tail from the excitement and anticipation.

When he got back, the game seemed to be wrapped up. The husky and the badger shook hands, and the badger headed back toward the bar. Jacek held out one of the glasses, and the husky reached out his hand to take it, with the tiniest hint of being overly graceful. "Trade you," he said, passing a pool cue over to Jacek.

Jacek stepped back around to the other side of the table, while the husky racked the balls into a triangle. "And who might I ask is challenging me to this game, hm?" the canine intoned.

The fox felt a twinge of excitementâ€"finally, names! "Jacek," he replied simply.

"Jacek, huh?" the husky spoke, like he was trying the sound on for size. "Do you go by Jace? Or maybe Jacey?"

"Heh. Not since I was about five," the fox responded. "You?"

The husky winked. "Nah, I've never gone by Jace or Jacey." Jacek gave a teasingly disapproving look. "But I do go by Lobito."

Lobitoâ€"it was a cute name, Jacek thought to himself. Somehow, it fit. It just fit.

When Jacek didn't respond right away, Lobito said, "So. You're the challenger, then. First shot's yours."

"Right. Before we start... care to make it interesting?" Jacek asked, meeting Lobito's gaze.

The husky chuckled. "You mean to say it's not interesting enough already?" he retorted, leaning on his cue. "Should I be offended?"

"Just the game now, for then," Jacek said, grinning in amusement, as he aimed his shot, and thrust the stick forward. The cue ball smacked into one side of the triangular arrangement of balls, and sent them scattering.

Jacek was paying more attention to Lobito than he was to the table, and so when he heard the telltale sounds, he hadn't noticed which balls he had sunk. Perhaps Lobito had, though, because the way the husky was grinning made it look like he was holding something over the fox's head. "Your pick," Lobito said simply.

"Stripes," the fox replied, picking the first that came to mind, not bothering to even check the remaining balls on the table. Keeping the appearance of casual and collected was more important. Maybe 'impressing' the husky was out of the range of his possibilities at this stage, but it didn't hurt to try to not look like a fool, at least.

Lobito took his short, next, and the game was underway. Small talk consisted almost entirely of congratulations or condolences, depending on whether a shot was made or missed. At least phrases like "What's your sign?" or "Come here often?" never entered the conversation.

While playing, Jacek paid careful attention to the husky's playing style. Either Lobito was roughly the same level of skill as the fox was, or he was far better, and was intentionally going easy on the fox. Jacek couldn't discern which. Finally, it came time for the fox to make his shot for the 8-ball.

Chalking up the end of his cue, Jacek grinned at Lobito. "Okay, NOW do you want to make things interesting?" he asked, curling his gray tail around the middle of his stick.

"Oh?" the husky said, raising his eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a simple bet, really." Jacek pointed his cue to the corner pocket. "I bet you thatâ€"if I make my shotâ€"that I'll see you in here again next weekend."

The look on Lobito's face was priceless. The canine was obviously trying to keep his eyes from widening, but he was only halfway succeeding. In addition, Jacek thought he also saw those lovely eyes brightening. He convinced himself that that part was wishful thinking.

"I'll take that bet," Lobito responded, nodding, before he took a step back, clearing Jacek's way to aim.

The fox's sharp little teeth bit into his lower lip as he concentrated. His stare kept shifting back and forth, fixing on the cue, the ball, the pocket, the husky, and back again in a cycle. He really, really didn't want to miss this shot. Even if it was rather silly, the way that Lobito was playing along up until now was a good sign. He was sure that they husky would keep to the bet if he made the shot.

He made the shot! Unfortunately, the ricochet on the cue ball caused it to spin wide, and roll right into another pocket. Jacek closed his eyes hard, and winced.

"Scratch," Lobito said, setting his own stick back on the rack. "Tough luck." He didn't sound unduly conciliating, nor did he sound self-important and smug. It was as if the words themselves were a tease due to the very lack of teasing in them.

Jacek didn't have anything clever to say after that. He just looked back at Lobito, and kept looking as the husky grabbed his jacket. "Thanks for the drink," he said, and then headed for the door. The fox just watched disappointedly as he left.

* * *

The fox watched in start disbelief, the next weekend, when he showed up for a drink and saw Lobito out on the dance floor again, just the same.

He was back to crossdressing this time. The diagonal skirt that he was wearing looked like the same one that he'd been wearing when Jacek first saw him. Instead of the black top, though, the husky was wearing a bright red leather vest. It was still short, showing a swath of white below his bellybutton, as well as the curve of the bottom of his tummy.

Jacek hadn't been noticed yet, he was fairly sure. Avoiding the dance floor for the time being, he went to the bar. He sipped his drink as he watched Lobito dance out there. Once again, the same nonchalance and inconspicuousness seemed to surround him in spite of everything; Jacek wondered if it was because the crowd was just that way, or because Lobito was just that good at making things that way.

Making up his mind, the fox quickly downed the rest of his drink and stood up from his seat. If might be arrogant to think it, but Jacek couldn't let go of the possibility that Lobito was back here for him, tonight. He could very well be wrong, but the third time's a charm, the saying said.

The dance floor was more crowded than it had been the last time Jacek was on it. It made everything feel hotter, and feel more... urgent, somehow. The fox's heartbeat fell into time with the thumping music, and he approached Lobito from behind, using the loud noise to his advantage in sneaking up.

"Dancing alone, tonight?" the fox whispered into Lobito's ear, bringing his muzzle close to one ear, speaking past the music.

The husky turned around, and visibly withheld himself from jumping. When he saw who it was, though, he smiled. "Not necessarily," he replied, touching Jacek on the back of the wrist.

Jacek twisted his forearm around and took Lobito firmly by the hand, keeping the act out of plain sight. "Do I qualify?" he asked, looking down into the husky's eyes. He was relieved when the husky kept smiling.

"Well, I dunno," Lobito teased, chewing on his lip. "I suppose that coming up to me here somewhat makes up for not coming after me last week. Really, I was a minute away from going back inside to get you, but that would have been breaking the rules."

The fox laughed. "I guess that means that it would have also been against the rules for me to follow you," he countered.

"True," Lobito conceded. "But sometimes it's fun to break the rules, right?" His fingers squeezed Jacek's, and the he released hands.

Jacek was almost delirious with the rush of potential here. The husky was playing right into his hands, and at the same time, it was like the fox was playing right back. He didn't care, though, that this might have just been a setup, an unfair tease, or some prank. Then and there, he was having too much fun playing the game to care whether or not he lost.

"So," Lobito said, after an indeterminable silence. "What did make you come back?" he asked, letting Jacek dance a bit closer.

Thinking for a moment, Jacek wasn't sure how to respond. There was any number of reasons, all of which seemed to build on each other and contradict each other all at the same time. He settled on, "You captivate me."

As son as Jacek said it, he knewâ€"knew!â€"that it was the perfect thing to have said. The look in Lobito's eyes told him everything. While the husky still had an adorable dazed look on his face, the fox darted his head down and gave him a brief, teeny kiss right on the lower lip; if anyone else in the club happened to see it, Jacek could have cared less.

"And you really do look lovely in that outfit," the fox added. He could feel the heat of the husky's blush.

Lobito looked almost dizzy, now, and he stopped dancing. Tapping Jacek on the arm, he nodded his head to one side and motioned for the fox to follow. "Come on. I owe you a drink," he said.

* * *

Jacek must have drunk said drink a bit too fast, because he was a bit buzzed during most of the ensuing conversation. There was some Getting-To-Know-You chitchat to be had, and the fox wasn't sober enough to leave out the details of his yearlong stint as an ice cream truck driver. It made Lobito chuckle, though, so it was okay. Lobito was so cute when he chuckled like that. The alcohol helped, there, but most of it was just Lobito, Jacek was sure.

Somewhere in the course of the conversation, Jacek had mentioned something that had convinced Lobito to follow him back with him to his apartment, but he could remember exactly what it had been. He was decently sure that it wasn't the broken miniature calliope, but he was waffling over whether it might rightly have been his collection of autographed cookbooks. He didn't even remember if he was planning it as a pretense of not.

Back at the apartment, though, the alcohol's effect was fading, and Jacek definitely wasn't drunk. There were a few blurred areas on the night, sure, but the fact remained that he and Lobito were here, now, and the husky was still looking both entertained and damn attractive.

"Tell me something," the fox said, looking the husky over, admiring the look of that shiny skirt and bright vest in lighting that was better than the nightclub's. It really was awesome how he managed to look so sexually feminine and masculine at the same time for completely different reasons.

Lobito swayed back and forth with his weight borne on his ankles. "Almost anything, at this point," he said, sounding just sincere enough that Jacek needed to question himself, first, before he actually asked what he wanted to know.

"Just how... complete... is that little ensemble of yours?" Jacek asked, taking a step closer.

Lifting his head back and seeming to shrink at the same time, Lobito looked up into the fox's eyes. "Pretty complete," he managed out without stammering. It was clear that he was a touch embarrassed by the question. "Why, did you want to see?"

Sometime in the middle of saying that last word, the husky's voice jumped an octave in pitch, as Jacek skipped right past the offer, and reached down under the skirt to grab a hand at the canine's rear. The fox swallowed back most of his gladsome sigh when he felt the smooth, soft silk running over the curve of the husky's rump.

Lobito let out a soft sigh of his own after his squeak was finished, and Jacek's other arm went around the husky's chest. He hugged the dog against his front, holding them belly-to-belly, as his thick fingers felt and groped their way over the woman's underwear covering Lobito's backside. Jacek took his time, and since the husky wasn't fighting back, felt justified in doing so.

"Definitely seems complete to me," the fox whispered down into the husky's ear. His hand trailed around the frilly waistband of the underpants, along to the canine's front, and then down over his package. Jacek squeezed it through the silk, letting him milk a sweet gasp from Lobito's throat. "In most every way."

The husky's legs tensed and straightened out, and his hands went to Jacek's hips, and then back over his ass, as the fox's fingers closed down a little, and began to tug upwards. Using the smoothness of the silk fabric, the fox slowly kept on stroking in a slow, almost painfully deliberate rhythm, and was quite pleased with the results of how quickly he was able to get Lobito nice and hard from it. He could feel the beginnings of the husky's drizzle soaking in through the thin layer of fabric, and while he began to press his thumb down at the swelling, leaking tip trapped underneath, Jacek brought his lips to Lobito's.

With surprising smoothness, the fox meshed his muzzle down with the husky's, and was thrilled to have his affections reciprocated when he felt the tongue inside play back against his own. There was a mingling of pleasured moans, and Lobito's just got louder and louder as the fox kept teasing his cock through the panties. Then, just when the pressure inside Jacek's mouth felt like it was going to burst, he released his groping hand, and reached back around to fiddle with the husky's rear some more. Lobito's whining subsided, allowing the kiss to continue.

Jacek noticed that Lobito's own touches were on the timid side. The husky was pawing up and down the fox's back and sides as they explored each other's mouths, but he wasn't getting any more intimate than that. Jacek decided to up the ante. He slipped his fingers beneath the silk in back, and stroked them underneath the base of the husky's curled tail. Almost at that same instant, the fox's own tail snapped sharply to one side, as he felt Lobito's fingers dig hard into his own rump.

A sound akin to a resigned whimper came out of Lobito's throat and into Jacek's locked snout. The fox continued to tease his fingertips there, while his other hand went up under the bottom of the husky's red vest. He pet slowly back and forth over the soft white fur covering the canine's tummy, and he squeezed his fingers here and there when he could get a gentle hold onto some of the less trim parts of it. When he began doing that, the husky's hands slid up and around, beneath Jacek's ribs, and began to rub and knead at the fox's pudgy tummy.

The kiss broke off as both of them started to giggle too much to possibly keep their mouths together anymore. "I kinda like that," Jacek said to Lobito, and the husky nodded silently. The fox leaned back so that the canine had more room to work his hands at his stomach, while still making sure that he was close enough to keep rubbing in a tiny little circle beneath that pretty tail.

Without wanting to tease the poor husky too much too soon, Jacek pulled his hand out from the back of the silk panties. He gave a deliberately misleading wink as he sank down onto his knees, and he felt Lobito shiver with a gasp in anticipation. The fox brought his muzzle up underneath the husky's skirt, nosed at the silk-covered bulge only once, and then brought himself back out. Grinning back up at the slight look of confusion on Lobito's face, Jacek leaned further upright on his knees, and rubbed his cold nose along the bottom of the husky's tummy, up in a little line to the bellybutton.

Once the fox reached Lobito's navel, he slipped his tongue into it. He giggled when the husky shivered from the wet, warm touch, and took it as a sign to go further. His lips sealed down around the outside of the ring of the bellybutton, and he began to suckle, as if nursing. Jacek's keen ears turned back to catch the unique breathing that Lobito was doing, and his tightened lips twisted into a little smile as he sucked the husky's navel into his mouth. Sharp, precise vulpine teeth held the pouched-out bit of flesh nice and still as Jacek licked into and kissed at the little divot in the canine's tummy, and the way the tiny amount of fat surrounding it moved when the husky wriggled was simply delightful to him.

In a moment of sheer sinful intent, Jacek slid one of his hands up the husky's leg and up the bottom of his panties. When Lobito rose onto tiptoe again, the fox slipped his hand up further, and grabbed onto the velvety-furred sack hanging down between the dog's legs. Jacek sucked on that tender little bellybutton harder when he heard the resultant airy gasp, and then started to carefully roll his balls around with his fingers.

Nearly three weeks of tension and fantasies were so close to culmination, and the tightness in Jacek's jeans was a sure sign that, at this point, the fox was possibly teasing himself more than he was teasing the husky. He released the dog's navel from his pursed lips, and stood back up. "This way," he said, without any eloquence or extra words, as he snatched Lobito's hand and led the way into the adjoining room.

Jacek's beg was big, which was good, because neither of them were particularly small guys. The fox put a hand on the small of Lobito's back, and pushed to guide the husky ahead of him. He almost thought that the husky was a mind reader, because true to his fantasy, Lobito didn't say a word. Once he was lined up, Jacek playfully pounced the shorter canine from behind, and 'tackled' him onto all fours atop his bed. A surprised bark tickled the fox's ears, and he smiled.

"Isn't this a bit... sudden?" Lobito breathed out, as Jacek ran his hands underneath the husky's hunched-over form, over the leather of the vest.

Jacek chuckled into the husky's ears. "Sudden?" he asked. "I was ready for this about twenty minute ago," he said. His black fingers dug into the canine's tummy again, knowing that his hands would soon be far busier doing other things.

The fox pet his way along the curvy curl of Lobito's tail as he brought his hands back to his own waist. He sucked in his gut while he fumbled with his belt clasp, and then weight almost did the rest of the work for him, making it very easy indeed to get the button and zipper open. The flimsy button-catch on the front of Jacek's boxers wasn't anywhere near enough to restrain his erection.

"Oh, I've wanted this for so long," Jacek whispered to himself. It didn't look like Lobito had heard him, but it was just as well either way. He took a few deep, heavy breaths as he admired the husky's still fully clothed form, letting his gaze follow the curves of that body, finally settling on that (at least at the moment) perfect rear end covered by light red silk. Lobito looked like he wanted to peek back over his shoulder but was for some reason too scared. The fox leaned forward and put one hand on the canine's hip.

The husky shuddered, and then eased. Jacek held the base of his shaft in his other hand, and looked down. The color of his flesh contrasted against the color of the panties, and he inched closer and closer until his tip finally contacted that smooth surface. Both of them gasped at the same time, and Jacek rocked on his knees, making the end of his cock slide along the silk-lined cleft of the husky's pert rump.

With his sensitive flesh continuing to move along the smooth fabric, Jacek leaned forward. He arched himself over Lobito's back, and reached back under him, to feel up the husky's front, under the vest, in order to tweak a nipple. When the husky threw his head back with his rush of breath, the fox snatched one of his ears in between his teeth. Lobito's gasp turned into a submissive whine, and Jacek tugged his snout at the captured ear. With the canine's back arched down the way it was, the fox was able to grind his crotch into the soft, silken-and-furred rump.

"Such a pretty little husky," Jacek murmured, releasing the husky's ear. He felt the dog's body trembling beneath him as his hands smoothed their way down the leather-clad sides. Once fully leaned back onto his knees, the fox reached down to pluck the damp silk in between a pair of fingers. He pulled the underwear aside to reveal the tight little hole nestled beneath the husky's fluffy tail, and his chest rumbled in anticipation.

Carefully, he positioned himself and learned forward. He made no attempts to stay quiet as he moaned, looking at his tip poking beneath the husky's tail. Stretching his arm out, he fished into his nightstand, and found his bottle of lube in the top drawer. Jacek could tell that Lobito noticed what he was doing, and that made him glad. The pretty dog just held nice and still as the fox popped the cap on the little bottle and got himself slicked up.

Jacek used his own glans to smear another large bead of lubricant at the tight little ring there. Once he'd spread it into a thin, slick layer, he pushed forward, gasping soundlessly as he watched his tip spread that hole open and then disappear inside. There was some awareness of his surroundings as Lobito made some kind of sound (Jacek couldn't tell what, through the blissful haze), and then all of his attentions rose and spiraled onto a single point of intent. The fox bore himself forward a few more inches, and then let go of the husky's underwear. Now that he was securely in position, he was able to drive the rest of himself down inside, pushing with one hard thrust until his crotch met silk and fur.

If Lobito made a sound from that, Jacek didn't hear it over his own cry of pleasure. At long last, he was getting to experience what it was that he had been so craving. One of the fox's hands gripped the dog's hip, and the other grabbed onto his side, at the bottom of the leather vest. The fox's heavy arms pulled his weight forward, and at the same time, his hips drew back. When his center of gravity was shifted over Lobito's raised rump, he drove himself forward again, using the fluid properties of the lube to make that warm, tight passage feel like it was gripping him, drawing him inward.

There was something else, then, and Jacek's brain was delayed in interpreting what it was, at first: it was a moan, androgynous and beautiful. The sound started low, and then leveled its way progressively higher as the fox moved his hips faster and slid in deeper. Jacek let the very tips of his blunt claws dig in at the soft bits just above the husky's pelvis, causing a delicate and happy speak to mix into that moan for a second or so.

Perhaps the psychological bliss was mixing with the aftereffects of the alcohol. The fox wasn't sure, but everything grew 'hazy' again. Content that all was well, his body went to work, passionately fucking the adorable, crossdressing husky, but it was as if his mind wasn't even entirely on that. His mind was busy thinking about things like how the both of them were here, together, in a most intimate of positions, and yet both of them were still fully clothed. He was thinking about things like how even a six-foot some-odd husky could seem so small when dressed up like a lady and submitting to a mildly overweight fox.

His body wasn't oblivious to what was going on, either. Driving his shaft repeatedly down into what was now his girl-boy's ass was certainly pleasurable; somehow, his arms knew enough to act and slip down to give the pretty husky a well-deserved reach around. Granted, the latter was a bit botched. It wasn't until the husky came with a shrill whine of pleasure and soaked his underwear that the fox even realized that he'd been jerking him off through thin layer of silk.

There was something very abruptly important in the middle of Jacek's mind, but it disappeared as soon as he thought of it, when he realized that he, too, had just reached orgasm. He wanted to yelp or yip or cry out or do something, but there was no sound. There was only the pulsing of his body, the drumming of his heart, and finally, blissful exhaustion. He pulled out, leaving those dainty panties matted and sticky, and collapsed onto his side.

He was panting for several minutes before he used his arms to crawl into a more appropriate position. Lobito was lying with his head on one of the fox's pillows, eyes partway open, as he looked straight up at the ceiling, catching his breath as well. Jacek fumbled his arm around awkwardly to grab at his tossed-aside bed sheets, drawing them up selfishly over only himself.

Lobito took a minute or so before he apparently noticed, and snatched onto the edge of the sheets to draw them further over. The two shifted their bodies together under the covers, neither of them speaking. That last part finally rung as odd in Jacek's mind. "Um... you can stay the night here, you know."

"Oh," the husky replied, sounding distant, almost like such an offer sounded completely random. Jacek felt him wriggling around against the mattress, before he realized that the canine was working himself out of his clothing. Sleeping in vinyl, leather, and semen-soaked silk probably wasn't going to be all that comfortable. The fox was about to roll back over to give Lobito his space, when the husky suddenly drew his arms around his body and tugged him closer. He let out a yip of surprise, and it made Lobito giggle. Jacek wasn't in any position to mind, though, and the husky didn't seem to care that the fox was still pretty much fully clothed. Something about the extra warmth and tenderness was very reassuring, when all was said and done, that this little fantasy he'd played out wasn't just his imagination.

In the final moments of fuzziness before he drifted off to sleep, Jacek looked at Lobito's clothes on the floor of the room. None of the fox's clothes were going to fit the husky; he looked forward to knowing that he was going to be able to see Lobito in that getup again, in the morning. He amused himself, momentarily, by wondering about just how long that might be for.