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Another feelgood story from yours Gruffily, I simply felt like writing, and this is what came out. I hope this will cheer you up, it certainly did that to me! : )

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I listen to the sounds of the sleeping house for several minutes before I make my decision and get out of the bed, stepping softly on the carpet to make sure that I don't make a single noise. I creep through the door and into the corridor, take the few required steps along the corridor, and then, noiselessly, like a ghost, open the door and close it behind me.

I see a glint of eyes in the darkness, illuminated only by the soft outline of light that comes through the thin curtain covering the single window of the room. It's his room, filled with his treasures from when he was a child, but now he is my treasure, and I know he knows I am here.

"Hi," I whisper, practically mouthing the word as I walk across the room, my tail flicking softly.

I hear a soft rustle of sheets.

I can see his outline now, a mound in the covers on the bed, and more of the eye glint, that seems to be very close to me. I smile softly to myself when I feel his breath fall upon me for the first time, and fell the blanket-covered warmth that is his body, molding onto my own. He rumbles when I put my arm around him and pull him close.

I hear the smack of his lips, knowing he's about to say something, but I silence him with a kiss upon his neck, drawing a soft purr. My paw resting on his chest begins to rub him, through the blanket. I purr to him as well.

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"Let me under that?" I whisper.

There's a little bit of shuffling, but I manage to slip myself under the blanket, so that we both lie under the same covers, our bodies meeting properly now. He's only wearing boxers to bed, just like I am, and my chest presses warmly to his back, making both of us purr just that little more. Caressing his belly makes him push himself backwards to meet me more firmly, and I smile softly to myself, and lick his ear. I can feel his body tense, beautifully.

"You're mad...," he whispers, voice without ire.

"Watched you all eve, I miss you..." I reply, stroking my fingers over his fluffy belly patch.

I grow hard simply smelling his scent, and I know he must feel my arousal, pressing against his rear. His tail flicks softly still, and I feel that as well. I kiss the side of his muzzle, drawing another rumble, and a soft moan. I press down on his belly with my paw. He tenses, and when my paw slips lower, to cup his sheath through his boxers, I feel a warm, firm length instead. He purrs when I give him a squeeze.

"Can you..." I breathe, "stay quiet?"

What a question to make, and what a sensual answer, when he tilts his head and kisses me, sideways, taking my breath away.

I decide that we can be quiet enough, and begin to kiss his neck again. I hear hisses and rumbles from him, and suspect that he must be biting down his jaws, to keep from making too much noise. I stroke up and down over the front of his boxers and rock my own body to his, slowly, setting a rhythm so that my own trapped erection may slowly brush itself against the curve of his rear. His body ripples and undulates next to my own, his chest rising rapidly, his back arching a little, to better meet my soft thrusts upon him. I know that we both need each other terribly by now, after a whole day of silent looks, making sure that every gesture seems innocent, friendly, nothing like how we normally act upon each other.

It's not the funniest game in the world, but necessary, for now, until we both are ready.

This game we have now is another thing. Our bodies rock, we rumble, we kiss, well...mostly, I kiss his neck, and he purrs in reply, still making sure to stay as quiet as he can, so as not to wake up his parents sleeping two doors down. His scent drives me into passion, like it always does, when I nuzzle and nose his neck to get more of it, of that subtle variety, different to what can be found from around his groin, or under his arms. I can very well do with what I have now, and enjoy it as much as I can. It is enough for the moment.

But my body aches for more, and from the insistent arching of his back and the push of his hips, I know we both crave for additional release, needful and heavy.

"Where's the lube?" I whisper, unromantically, into his flicking ear, keeping our bodies in their slow motion, holding onto him firmly, to show him how much I need him.

"Side pocket, with my socks," he answers.

I kiss his neck once more, wetly, and get out of the bed, long enough to locate the dark shape of the bag from the floor. The zipper of the side pocket sounds awfully loud to me in the stillness of the sleeping house where the only noise is the sound of my own rapid breathing, edged with purrs. I push my paw into the pocket, and from underneath his neatly folded socks, I locate the little plastic tube. Excellent!

I am slightly clumsy when I climb back to the bed and pull the covers over us once more. My knee presses to his, and I feel the presence of fabric, and with a grin realize that he has slipped his boxers down while I was fetching the bottle. I purr, softly, and nip on his ear while I wriggle my own boxers down, and let them be just like his, simply down to my knees, spontaneously.

"Hurry," he whispers.

His desire-laced voice makes me work faster, to uncap the bottle, and squeeze some of it over my fingers, which I then bring down to the parting of his rear, to stroke across it wetly once before I push my fingers under the base of his tail and locate his anus. The little dimple of muscle tenses under my touch, but welcomes me within, easily, when I press with my fingertips, spreading the slickness all over his opening, and within, too, stroking my fingertips along the inner rim of the strongly muscled gate. He begins to purr even louder, and pushes back against my touch, desiring more.

"Just take me," he whispers, begging me to skip the customary preparation, of using my fingers to get him used to being penetrated deep inside him.

His words put heat over my cheeks and I simply rumble in response, and withdraw my fingers from under his tail, to add an extra squeeze of the slick, scentless stuff over my paw. I stroke the liquid over my hard shaft, hissing at the sensation of the heat of my blood and the coolness of the lube mixing into a delirious combination. I moan, softly, and press my lips against his shoulder to stay quiet, while I struggle for control.

"Take me," he whispers again in a voice hoarse with passion and need for me, a feeling I share, breathlessly, and with desire.

I nip on his shoulder with my teeth when I grab onto his thigh with my paw and lift it a little, with his help, so that I can guide my slick tip against his opening. It burrows easily into the groove of his tailhole, where the lube I earlier smeared over us makes for heated contact, making me gasp. I squeeze on his leg, lean close to him, and put my other arm around him, to hold him securely against me.

I begin to press into him, slowly, letting my hips angle themselves and put weight into the contact of my tip with his hole. I hear a hiss from his lips, and feel him tense, slightly, when I overcome the resistance naturally present, and slip within, past the rings of his opening and then into the hot dry heat inside my lover. A growl rises from his chest, and I know that the feeling of being penetrated must be slightly rougher this time, considering that we didn't take our usual sweet time playing. I try to move slowly, but the heat is too much, and soon my groin presses flush with his rear, I am fully inside him, and we are finally joined.

His gripping warmth around me makes me moan, quietly, and I try to stay still, to savor the sensations before I simply cannot keep myself back. I hold onto him and stroke over his chest and belly and thigh with my paws, to make sure that he is enjoying this as much as I am. His erection has not waned from the slight pain of the entry, and I discover it with pleasure, and take a hold of his length, smiling to myself again, while I kiss his shoulder.

"So warm..." I croon, a sweet little nothing to speak to my lover.

Then we begin to mate, me rocking my hips back and forth, he laying still, allowing me to take him as my lover. I slide within him, slowly, and I know that every stroke of my barbed member inside his tender tunnel feels like an endless stretch of pleasure, from the moment I spread his hole open to when the bulk of my shaft presses upon his prostate, sending that wonderful surge of heat through his body. I have been on the receiving end countless times and know what one wishes when you are being taken, and it does not hinder my own pleasure in taking him, to make sure that he will find as much enjoyment as possible in this raw act. I keep stroking his body and his leaking, throbbing member as well, and I lick and groom his neck and his shoulder, leaving the mark of my scent upon him without regret, touching him, holding him, and simply making love to him, while our bodies rock in passion. The motion of our bodies is like the beating of our hearts, firm, rapid, and steady, driving us forward in our path of pleasure.

Considering that we are pent up and in need, neither of us expects it to last very long, and that is the case, as I know, when I begins to breath faster, and the rough edges rise in the sound of his rapid exhalations. I buck my hips firmly to his rear, driving us both towards the inevitable, holding tightly to his rolling body. My paw is flurry on his shaft.

"Ahhh..."

I softly clasp my paw over his muzzle, to make sure that we won't wake the whole house up, and keep stroking him through his orgasm, sticky and strong, making his body taut in all the right places, multiplying the grip around my own swiftly moving member as well. The squeezing of his body takes me over the edge and catches me almost by surprise, for at one time I am still thrusting into him, and the next, there is a stillness upon us, and I press myself as firmly as I can, against his body. Heat explodes from my underbelly and courses throughout me, sending me into a quiver while our bodies crash upon the orgasm that takes us into oblivion. We breathe, groan and rumble, and I press my muzzle to his neck to make sure I stay quiet as well, and simply let him feel the vibrations of my voice.

Then there's stillness, musk, silence and stillness, and we both simply breathe, and try to comprehend what just passed, speaking without words, simply through the touch of our bodies. I know that we have to get everything cleaned up soon and I have to tiptoe back into the guest room so as not to cause any suspicion, but for this moment, I am content to lie here, hidden under my lover's blanket, still inside him, joined in body and spirit, and with a certain amount of stickiness that messes his bed and between our bodies.

Our secret is a beautiful one, and I hope that one day, everyone will be able to see at least a hint of its beauty.

"Damn..." he chuckles against the loose curve of my fingers, my paw now slack and resting on the bed, where it fell from his muzzle.

I wriggle my fingers and tickle his chin, and make him snuffle.

"Heheh," I rumble in a lazy, happy, purring voice.

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