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This one's a gift to Vincent (some call him Vincent Holt), a rather excellent fur I know personally, and it caters to his penchants in thematics. What kind of gift would it be if it didn't?

So, here's to you, wolfthing. Awoooo!

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The sun hung gently in the western sky over the Colorado mountains, bathing the evergreen-rich hills in yellow-orange light. It was spring, and in the heights, warmth came late, as the snow acted like an ice pack for the altitude for months on end. But the sun had shone brightly all day, and the air outdoors was only lightly brisk--perfect for the bipedal wolf on his deck, with a quadripedal Inuit dog at his side: their rich pelts left them quite at ease, with the cool air tickling their sensitive noses.

Vincent had finished his docket of real estate management for the day, and he had his LoganBerry on hand in case any e-mails came in--but in the meantime, he was taking in the sun, lounging on a slingback Adirondack chair. The weatherized wood deck below and around him was smooth and finished, and was absorbing the heat nicely...it would likely stay warm for some time after the sun went down, and served as a nice quasi-sauna now, while the sun was still up, radiating absorbed warmth back onto him. It was peaceful, comfortable, and so secluded...

He gave a contented smile, and reached down to pet Kai's head amicably. Now they were just missing the main coyote in Vincent's life, and he'd be home soon enough...

"I'm home!" said the aforementioned coyote, walking in the door of the spacious, airy cabin. Suit bag draped over one arm and wheeled suitcase leashed to the other, he trailed into the entryway, closing the door behind him. Things were oddly quiet, for the moment.

But that fact scarcely registered as the aroma of delicious stew hit his sensitive canid nares: clearly Vinny had been preparing for his arrival! He grinned to himself; their bond was a deep one and multi-faceted, but there was something deeply comforting in a simple way about returning home to someone ready and waiting for you.

He scooted the roll-along back to the bedroom, noting that it was neat and the bed made. The two led busy lives, but their business was not all that kept them busy; a wide variety of diversions were also usually on the dockets of their days, and so the neat and tidy shape everything was in was a sign that Vincent had kept the entire day open in preparation for his return. How sentimental!

He took off his hat, shoes, and field uniform shirt--he was an animal behaviorist, for the type that didn't walk and talk like he and Vincent and much of the rest of society as a whole--as his pelt was more than rich enough to keep him thoroughly comfortable. The addition of a shirt on top was so minimally-insulative by comparison that he almost never noticed the warmth of having it on, but he didn't especially like the way it caught on his fur and rubbed it this way and that as he moved. Pants, on the other hand, were more a habit than anything...their home was definitely out of the way, but he'd always been raised to think of the impressionable and the easily-disturbed. It was, in fact, often the case that the "uncivilized" behaviors of the quadruped animals in the world needed retraining by their bipedal owners, and that was part of what kept him paid in his singular line of work. Plus, all it could take was one Colorado breeze to cause some shrinkage...

He made his way back down the hall and into the living room, which looked into the kitchen via a passbar. A dining nook was set aside the space, too, and he noted that it had been set for two: Vincent hadn't forgotten a thing.

It was the movement of the Inuit dog on the deck that caught his eye, and looking out through the sliding glass door brought Vinny and his Adirondack chair into his field of vision, too. He smirked and went to the door, sliding it open.

"Hey, hun," said Vincent, not getting up, still sunbathing gloriously. "Long time no see."

"Hey yourself," said Andrew, closing the door behind him and kneeling next to the wolf on the lounger. He leaned in, manually turning Vincent's muzzle with a chuckle, and took him in a soft but gently deep kiss of greeting.

"Missed you," said Vincent as they came away, smiling up at his mate through his shades.

"I can tell," said Andrew, smirking again. "The whole place just reeks of a formal occasion, waiting to be sprung on one unsuspecting coyote."

"What can I say? Subtlety hasn't always been my strong point," quipped Vincent with a grin.

"You can say that again," said Andrew, slowly standing up. "You're out here, naked as a jay-bird..." He turned his gaze to the dog, who had come up to his side and was sniffing about his knee. "And--Is that...Kai?"

"Yep," said Vincent, looking just a tiny bit smug.

"What's he doing here? Did he start lifting his leg on the Lorensens' couch again?" He squatted back down, greeting the dog with a friendly nuzzle.

"Nah, they're on vacation for the weekend," said Vincent, lolling onto his side to look at the two of them. "They asked if we could take care of him. I told them he'd have to work for his keep, but they just laughed."

"Oh really," said Andrew, casting a knowing gaze at his mate.

"Well, we both know he won't mind," said Vinny, casually. "Hopefully you don't mind him being here, either."

"Nah, I'm not bothered. He's a good kid...anyway, let's get you inside, and an apron on you or something. I'd hate for you to burn anything sensitive, and as eager as I am to jump your furry bones after a week away," he said, giving the wolf's upturned rump a playful smack, "my idea of foreplay is not licking my dinner off your body."

Vinny chuckled as he casually got out of the lounge chair. "Y'know, some people would pay a lot for the privilege..."

Andrew rolled his eyes. "It takes longer that way, and all I've had since breakfast was a soda and a baggie of honey-roasted peanuts. I'm ravenous. Dinner first, exotic kinks later." He didn't catch the devilish look Vincent sported as he said so...

To Andrew's surprised delight, Vinny had even prepared sourdough bread bowls for the occasion. As they sat and supped, conversation was initially sparse as they enjoyed the delicious and savory meal: Vincent was a whiz at slow-cooking.

"So how was Keiko?" asked Vincent, as he eventually came up for air.

"Ah," said Andrew, "she didn't try to eat anyone while I was there, and despite my best efforts to coat Buford in flavorants and get her to devour him whole, it didn't work."

"Geeze...you'd think after nibbling on that lynx, that orca would have a taste for self-important felines."

"Nope. Just another week of business as usual for Aqua World. Don't get me wrong, San Diego's nice, but it was kinda boring to be doing dummy simulations all week. They decided she was safe enough for government work, and I made them sign a waiver about how she might revert at any time. Poor things, performing all the time...orcas are apex predators, and it's silly to keep them bottled up in tanks like that," said Andrew, stabbing a piece of beef particularly vigorously with his fork.

"No, Kai," said Vinny, gently pushing the begging dog away. "Looks like someone needs a little retraining after all," remarked the wolf wryly.

"Eh," said Andrew with a shrug, "we never agreed we'd send him back better than we got him. If the Lorensens are gonna let him beg at the table, our chances of training that out of him over one weekend are pretty slim anyway. Best just refuse to let him bother us but not go out of our way to correct."

A few mouthfuls passed in quiet consumption. "It's been quiet up here since you've been gone--oh, that reminds me," said Vinny, getting up suddenly. He snatched up a remote from the counter, hit a button, and the stereo system on the far side of the living room lit up. In a few moments, smooth and soulful music started to play--perfect for unwinding at the end of a long week, to be sure, and particularly so with a romantic partner at hand.

"Mister Miller," said Andrew, eyeing the wolf with a quirked grin, "are you trying to seduce me? Dinner and music--in the dining room, no less?"

"You're not the only one who's had a lonely-ish week, mister," said the wolf, sticking out his tongue playfully. "But fie on me for not having remembered to turn that on before we started eating. I didn't know how long you'd be in getting back from the airport--I know how traffic can be on Fridays--and I didn't want to leave it on all day, just in case."

"Well, saving power's good," said the coyote with a wink. "But like I said...subtlety's never been your strong point."

The wolf rolled his eyes in jest. "I'll show you yet, you big bully," he said, gazing impishly back.

When they finished, Andrew started on the dishes--it was tradition for them that whoever wasn't the evening's chef would take on the chore--while Vinny worked on storing the leftover stew and clearing the table. Then, as the coyote continued to scrub and scour, Vincent came up behind him, embracing his mate from under his arms.

"You know," said Andrew wryly, "I'm just now realizing you never put that apron on," he remarked, feeling the wolf's uncovered fur meshing with his own.

"Mm...wouldn't have made much sense if I was just gonna be taking it off again so soon," said Vincent, resting his chin on the 'yote's shoulder. "And y'know..." he continued, hands slowly dropping to his partner's belt buckle, "it'd be terrible for you to get soap or stew on these work pants..."

The coyote reached up with the scrub brush and lightly bapped his mate on the nose, grinning all the while. "You're lucky I'm not working with especially hot water this evening. That could be terrible. "Oh no, doctor, I undressed my gay lover in the kitchen and he burned his sheath! Won't you help him?" he quipped, putting on a voice of mock distress.

Vinny laughed, but the whole thing hadn't slowed him down a whit, and he momentarily had the pants unbuckled and unzipped. He let them fall to the floor, and began to slowly stuff his hands down the coyote's boxers instead. "Well then, we'll repel those evil soap suds with the power of...what are you wearing today...Cinch Conch! Too bad they're not capable of stopping the groping paws of one Vincent Miller!" said the wolf, putting on an old-time-action-narrator tone.

Andrew was on the verge of a witty comeback when his sensitive package was deftly squeezed by his mate's paws, and the momentary surge of stimulation short-circuited his train of thought. "Ah...dammit, now I'm gonna have a dishes boner, and I'm going to be stuck with Mr. Clean here until every last one of these is done, and meanwhile you're going to be fondling me back there with nothing I can do about it beside toss suds at you--and hope you don't use me as a shield in the process. You'll get yours yet, Vincent McGrabbyPaws."

"That's kind of the idea," said Vincent, a touch of sultriness coming into his voice. "The sooner you finish, the sooner you can do something with this hardening cock of yours--I'll just be having a grand old time with it while you finish your chore."

Andrew began to wash like his life depended on it , carefully maintaining the distance between his hips and the countertop to avoid squishing his rising boner--and the hands that tended it--even though this meant he had to bend somewhat awkwardly at the waist and reach far forward with his arms to accommodate the distance. The downside to having a thoughtful and talented lover, who knew your spots so well, was that in a situation like this, they could play you like a harp, adding urgency with every moment of tantalizing stimulation--and Vinny was doing precisely that. Finally he took the stewpot, filled it with suds, tossed in a few of the more stubborn articles, then dropped the scrub brush in the sink, grabbed the hands in his undies, and yanked them out and over his shoulder. Vinny made a noise of surprise at first as he was suddenly slung over the coyote's back, but after a few yards of hunchbacked carrying, Andrew deposited him face-up on the couch, turned around, and deposited himself on top.

"And--" Vinny was about to say his lover's name, but the coyote's muzzle was already there, and it wasn't about the talking at the moment--it took his mouth into it, and the kiss that followed was hungry to a point of near-carnivory.

They made out for a bit, bodies grinding against one another, the bass music in the background helping set a slow but soulful tempo to the unfolding passion. Finally the barrage of heavy oral connection lapsed.

"Told you I missed you," said Andrew, his tone now quiet, lustful.

"I said it too, and I meant it, Mister 'yote..." said Vincent, smiling back up with a knowing desire in his eyes, "but I wanted to tell you before we got too into things that I had a surprise for you..."

"Is this the kind of surprise that ends up with my raging cock in your furry ass?" asked the coyote, a grin that could melt a candle on his face.

"Probably, or something at least as good if not that specifically..."

"Then show me whatcha got, pup."

"It's out on the deck," said Vinny, looking meaningfully in the direction of the slider.

"It is?" asked the coyote, looking quizzical. "I don't remember seeing anything different out there."

"Just go out there. You'll see soon enough," said Vinny, looking earnest.

So Andrew got up, grumbling inside and a touch confused, and went outside. The air was cooler as the sun had all but set, and here in the mountains, the low level of light pollution and the elevation made the stars all the more evident earlier. He heard Vincent say something, but past the slider he couldn't make it out--then he heard the quiet buzz of the radiant heaters over the door being flicked on. Though they were more intended for spring or autumn use, they'd keep the deck warm as the absorbed heat from the day's sunlight sapped away into the night.

The click of claws on the deck floor caught his ears, and he saw Kai coming out onto the patio, wagging a bit--and Vinny followed shortly, an overstuffed quilt, one they often used when they used to live closer to the beach, in his arms.

"I still don't see my surprise, pup," said Andrew, looking at his mate. "What were you talking about?"

"You sure did, actually," said Vinny, grinning.

The coyote looked at him, then the quilt, then back up to him. "Do you have something secret stuffed in that thing?"

Vinny was already folding and scooting aside one of the Adirondacks, and then he threw out the ends of the quilt, spreading it airily to cover as much space as possible with the cushiony blanket.

"I'll take that as a no.." said the coyote, frowning slightly as Vinny returned to him.

"Get down on your back," said Vinny, smiling and guiding the coyote by his shoulders.

Still a bit confused, Andrew did as the wolf requested, despite the fact that while the two had a versatile power dynamic, he was usually the more dominant of the two of them. "Okay...now--"

"C'mere, Kai!" called Vincent. The husky trotted over, looking rather enthusiastic about the whole thing.

"You didn't," said Andrew, looking at the dog, who was sniffing his way up the coyote's laid-out form.

"You're not the only one who can teach dogs a trick or two," said Vinny, grinning.

"Dammit, Vinny," said the coyote, chuckling as the dog moved into position, the dog's groin right before the coyote's muzzle. "Here I thought Bernhard was the only dog who'd play with us."

"I told you that I told the Lorensens Kai would have to work for his stay," said Vinny, giving the dog a reassuring pat on the rump as Kai began to slowly hump at Andrew's muzzle in general, trying to find a hole to stick his growing shaft into.

Andrew chuckled again with open mouth as he propped up his shoulders on his elbows and took the Inuit dog's cock into his mouth. Kai responded by beginning to hump more vigorously, and as he did, his shaft continued to grow, as was common--Vinny knew from experience that it was almost like a fuse; not long after becoming fully engorged, the dogs would usually want to tie, and then the orgasms would hit.

But in "training" the dog earlier that day, when Vinny had been lying in more or less the same spot and position Andrew occupied now, the wolf had discovered that the dog, much to his delight, was heavy on the pre-ejaculate production. Both that and the dog's cum, he'd also discovered, were quite tasty. So as the dog humped and Andrew did his best to hold still and ensure he wasn't going to hurt the dog's sensitive shaft with his teeth, the pre was getting all over the place--but Andrew couldn't do a thing about it. Vinny was more than happy to lean in and do what he could amidst the action, sensuously cleaning his mate and enjoying the Inuit dog's sexual fluids all at once--despite the fact that he wasn't touching himself at all, and indeed hadn't even had much direct stimulation to his cock since grinding on Andrew while they made out on the couch, Vinny was already hard as a rock from the sheer erogenous kink of the moment.

He knew already that this particular scene was something Andrew liked, but the observant wolf managed to notice as he came back a bit to savor and swallow that the coyote was only half-hard--chances were the coyote was doing his best to be careful, so his mind couldn't indulge in the moment as much. Not wanting to let the opportunity pass, Vinny began to stroke the coyote slowly...not too hard, as he certainly didn't want Andrew to cum just yet, but hard enough that that shaft would be just as hard as it had been while his mate had been doing the dishes...or perhaps even harder. And the coyote's groan as fingers met flagpole-like flesh was more than enough proof that it was working.

Vinny became rather glad that he'd already managed to take Kai to completion, as it meant the dog was lasting longer this second round--Kai's knot was taking longer to form, and until then the dog probably wouldn't be ready to cum, giving Andrew plenty of time to savor the pre being jammed into his mouth--and also Vincent time to clean up what Andrew couldn't contain himself. Vinny was actually a bit impressed, too, that the dog was showing some restraint--some dogs he'd worked with in the past would hump so vigorously that it would all but knock your teeth out, and they'd hit orgasm in record time--but perhaps Kai "got it" that this wasn't the time or place for that, because while he certainly wasn't dilly-dallying, he wasn't going 100% full-out, either...enough that it was hot and vigorous, but not so much as to overdo it.

The huffing of the Inuit dog, the laps and contented smacking of Vinny's tongue, and the moans of the pleasured and spattered coyote were the only soundtrack for quite some time. But then Vinny heard Kai give a whine, and noted: the dog was up to complete knot plumpness now, and probably wanted nothing more than to tie--but a mouth, unlike a rump or pussy, wouldn't be able to accommodate, to provide that tight tension to lock things in--and getting a knot like that into one's mouth would be difficult to begin with. So Vinny put all that Pilates training he did to work, and flexed his core to keep himself upright as he stroked the coyote's cock with one hand, and applied rhythmic pressure under Kai's knot, to coax the dog to orgasm.

And orgasm Kai certainly did; Vinny felt the flesh jump within his fingertips as the dog gave a combination bark/whine/growl that would have been adorable under less erotic circumstances, and began to orgasm in earnest. The dribbles and squirts of pre were replaced by hard jets of cum, and much less humping, allowing Andrew to moan again as he now could focus on milking that shaft with suction, and swallowing as much of it as he could.

But Vincent wasn't about to let him have all the fun, and backed the dog up a bit, drawing its shaft just past and out Andrew's nose. Then he directed it back and forth, like some kind of pulsating squirt gun cannon, allowing it to messily spray into the two mates' lolled-open muzzles, as well as spattering their faces in a fashion most disorderly.

Like most dogs his size, Kai was possessed of an orgasm of pretty considerable length, and this moan-, slurp- and chuckle-filled diversion lasted several minutes, until at last Kai's font calmed. They let him move to the other end of the deck, where the dog began to clean himself--and they, too, began to clean each other with copious licking, nibbling, and kissing.

"That," said Andrew, in between licks, "was--pretty darn--hot."

"I had a feeling you'd--mm--like it," said Vincent, smiling amidst his seminal swallows.

"Damn straight," replied the coyote.

It took a while, because every time they thought they were done, someone would find a warm wet spot somewhere else, and the tickling and the licking would continue, and once it seemed that was all done, they laid next to each other, gazing up at the starry sky, which was now tinged violet with the last rays of sunset.

"Y'know..." mused Andrew, slowly.

"Mm?"

"You told me there would be cock in your ass."

"Mm."

"And that never happened."

"Mm-mm."

As if on cue, Kai plodded over, wagging. His erection had receded most of the way, but a "lipstick" tip was still evident--like many quadrupedals, his refractory period was rather short, and perhaps he could smell the pheromones of the two lusty males, as he seemed to have noticed the air of remnant passion that permeated the heated space, there on the deck.

Andrew chuckled. "And I think Kai here would like to do the honors."

"Not you?" asked Vinny, turning over a bit to gaze into his coyote's eyes.

"You put off your own pleasure for me. Now I'm gonna have you on all fours for Kai here, and I'll figure out what to do with you on my own."

"But--"

The coyote gently clasped the wolf's muzzle shut. "On your hands and knees, pup."

As he let go, Vincent licked his lips, then slowly nodded and turned over, aiming his butt at the Inuit dog. Kai at first stepped back, a forepaw raised in hesitation, then began to wag and turn a few small curves behind Vinny. All it took was the wolf lifting his tail, and then Kai hopped up, mounting him. Vinny was a bit taller even on his knees than the average Inuit dog, but Kai was undaunted, and unlike a situation involving a muzzle, there was a hole right there waiting for him.

Vinny grunted as the dog forced himself inside. The copious fluids from earlier still slicked the dog's shaft, making it an easier journey than it might have been otherwise, but the dog had no reason to hold back, unlike a more sentient lover might. Still, the unique shape and dimensions of the rod were tantalizing, and the initial slightly-unpleasant sensation of being roughly stretched open was replaced in short order by exotic sensations of pleasure that he only rarely got to enjoy, as a quadripedal partner wasn't something he got to have every day--even though he had nothing against the hot, passionate sex he could get from his real, bipedal mate.

Andrew got up into a kneeling position, smirking as he watched the dog go to town on his mate's ass. "Haha, look at that, he really did want another go."

"Oh gods yes," said Vinny, clearly enjoying himself, "and damn if he's not tired out yet, either..."

"You like that, don't you, pup..." said Andrew sultrily. He enjoyed getting to order Vinny around erotically, as part of their frequent dom/sub scenes, and his erection was rising back up in honor of the moment.

"Hell yes--"

"You like it when I make you get on your hands and knees and get fucked by the dog you brought here for me."

Vincent moaned. "Yesss..."

Andrew knee-walked over to the head of the quilt, giving his burgeoning length a few good, hard strokes en route, then situated himself right in front of the bent-over wolf's muzzle. "Open wide, pup," he said, authoritatively.

"Yessir," said Vinny, slowly opening his maw.

It was scarcely open wide enough to not be too worried about teeth, when Andrew braced Vincent's jaw and the back of the wolf's head, and thrust into the extended muzzle. Vinny winced, but took it like a champ, letting his jaw slack as the hardening flesh plowed it open.

Andrew took in a hissing breath as his sensitive lance was taken into that cavern of delicious warmth and touch. "You got a good mouth on ya, pup..." He, too, began to thrust, but unlike Kai, he was a bit more accommodating about it, as while he loved to be domineering when it was his role for the scene, he was still a tender and sweet lover to the love of his life.

Vinny whimpered quietly, both in recognition of the compliment and in thanks to the high-caliber stimulation now being driven into both ends of him. Anal stimulation alone might or might not be enough to get him off on its own, but the mental level of eroticism that saturated this scene was more than sufficient to have him hard as a rock already, cock bobbing only a touch with the humping of the dog on his rump.

This only escalated as he felt Kai's knot swelling, initially enough to pop in and out with minor resistance, but eventually to the point that once it popped out, it wasn't about to go in right away. He heard Kai whine a bit in between his elated pants: clearly the dog wanted to tie, but Vinny's tightness was, for the moment, prohibitive.

"Loosen up, pup," said Andrew, smoothly, noting the dog's intent. The desperation and passion in Vincent's muzzlejob was undeniable, and while it was an erratic current of pleasure that flowed into his body from the maw engulfing his shaft, it was definitely a robust one.

The command momentarily diverted more Vinny's attention from the shaft in his muzzle to the one in his rump, and it helped him relax more completely...just in time for Kai to make a few extra-hard thrusts that forced that wide knot into the wolf's entrance. Vincent yelped as it stretched him suddenly wider, but then settled into a pleased moan once it was inside, where its width was more pleasurable.

Kai gave just a few more tied thrusts in jackhammer style, before giving a bark and climaxing. Vincent moaned again, louder, as he felt the hot jets of the dog's essence squirting into his body; he winced a bit, then, as Kai swung his leg back over the wolf's hips, turning the front of his body away in the way that mating dogs often did--some thought this was to protect against possible predators approaching--even as his long-lasting orgasm continued.

This turned Andrew on even more, to say nothing of the further-increased need that channeled itself into Vincent's oral handling of his member. "I'm gettin' real close, pup...ugh, gadaym, you're good at that."

Vinny could only give a low moan and gaze needily straight up at his mate, outwardly, but inwardly it was getting hard to focus on his expert treatment of the meat in his mouth: he was so very turned on by the ongoing orgasm in his rump and the domination by his mate that he was himself getting quite close to orgasm, despite the fact that Kai certainly wasn't giving him a reach-around.

Andrew clenched his teeth as the dam started to give. "Here it comes, wolf--aaagh!"

Within moments, Vincent's tongue and teeth were drenched in hot coyote essence, the taste swilling through his mouth, leaving him with that taste he so adored. With all of that meat crammed into his muzzle, all he could do was swallow as quickly as he could, guzzling down that seed--at least, all he could do willingly. The girthy knot in his rump and the coyote meat in his mouth, both pumping him full of fresh jizz, were sending him hurtling over the brink himself.

His needy moan came out as more of a gurgle, jaw wedged open and filled to the brim with coyote cum as it was, but the pulsing and squirting of his own shaft that momentarily followed were communiqués that required no words to get the point across. His torso writhed, held still at both ends by the hands on his jaws and the knot in his butt, as his orgasm had its way with his body.

For a bit, Kai's simple but happy look and stationary posture seemed the most serene out of the three of them; Andrew and Vincent, with their long canine-heritage orgasms, were far less graceful by comparison. A few times, Andrew's meat slipped out of the wolf's muzzle, causing it to spritz the tied lupine with his seed in messy streaks, but the sensation was too good within that heated cavern to let his pulsing shaft stay out of it, so he was quick--or at least, as quick as he could be, in that sort of state--to stuff it back in. A glistening puddle began to form under Vincent's abdomen as his own essence fruitlessly fired again and again, a fervent fusillade soaking the blanket.

Their climaxes tapered at about the same time, as Kai had the longest longevity of the three, being a quadrupedal. All pretense of scene fell away as Andrew's posture slowly relaxed, then slumped, his shaft, still throbbing post-coitally, dropping out of the wolf's muzzle for the last time. Vincent made to lick at it, but with Kai still tied in his bum, he wasn't really going anywhere, and he slouched down and forward, resting his racked body.

"We're a mess," said Andrew slowly, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"And I've some dog locked up in my butt," Vinny commented.

"But damn if we didn't have a hell of a time," said Andrew, a sloppy smile spreading over his tired muzzle.

"You know it." The wolf nodded drowsily, his afterglow pleasant enough in its own right. The euphoria of coupling was beginning to die away, and with it the knot in his rump was becoming a bit more uncomfortable, though he'd been more than sufficiently loosened for it to be painful per se.

Andrew slowly began to get up. "Where ya goin'?" asked the wolf.

"I'm gonna go get some more blankets," said the coyote, thumbing into the house as he opened the slider. "It's darn nice out, and by the time Kai loosens up enough to get back out of you, it'll be a miracle if we're both still conscious."

Vinny gave a nod of acknowledgement, and watched the love of his life pass back into the confines of their cottage. When he couldn't see him anymore, he turned his eyes to the sky, taking in the mountain night sky. The stars were gorgeous, glittering in brilliant flares and dim dust across the canvas of the atmosphere. He'd lived in the cities for so much of his life, never thinking he'd be spending a perfect night under the Colorado stars with a coyote in their own private slice of paradise...

...even if it did mean waiting for a wagging Inuit dog to let him go.