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Lunch Break

By Cimmaron Spirit

Request for Syrian

**WARNING: contains M/M, gay sex, anal, sexy lingerie and other such homo stuff. This is pretty tame compared to my other stuff, but same things apply: under 18 or possible offensiveness, LEAVE NOW! Otherwise, enjoy!"

Mayko groaned, rubbing his eyes as he turned away from the computer screen in front of him. Being a graphic designer for an advertising agency had its perks like the spacious office and very little oversight by the boss, a friendly stallion to be exact, but it also had its drawbacks. Namely the strained vision of staring at a computer and aches and pains from sitting all day.

The blue husky sighed and leaned back in his chair. He glanced down and sighed again. Then there were those problems that, had he been working at home, he most likely could have dealt with. As it was, it was just a few minutes after noon, with most of the office gone for lunch.

Speaking about that, Mayko climbed up on his feet and stretched. Bringing lunch from home meant that he could work through the noon hour, as well as save money from eating out all the time. But as he looked through his backpack, he growled softly. He forgot it. Again.

"Fuck," he mumbled, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his face. "Its days like these..."

The blue wolf closed his eyes for a moment, but a delicious smell began wafting through his nose, making the graphic designer sit up and sniff the air.

"Is this what you smell?" an effeminate voice asked from the other side of the office, with a rustle of paper.

The husky turned around, seeing the small, lithe Syrian standing at the door to his office. The dusky, the crossed deer and husky, his mate, smiled, holding up a brown paper bag. He wasn't much taller than Mayko, but he was skinner and definitely a 'twink' by any definition. The two antler stubs on his head and the small glasses perched on the muzzle, as well as the tight fitting jeans and t-shirt he wore finished the impression.

"You forgot your lunch today," Syrian scolded, though the attempt at being serious and admonishing failed when the dusky instead started giggling.

Mayko grinned as he got up, and hugged his mate. "You didn't have to come all the way down here for that," he whispered into Syrian's ear.

The dusky giggled again. "Of course I did," Syrian whispered back, his paws rubbing over his mate's larger muscles, earned through many hours at the gym. Those paws caressed the stiff muscles, before working their way down to another stiffening body part.

The two looked at each other, the dusky's face blushing a scarlet red.

"Now, we shouldn't do this here," Mayko said, the reprimand more forceful from the blue fox than the brown deer/wolf's early one. "If someone catches me..."

"But everyone's gone for the hour," the dusky whispered, his paw reaching into the husky's jeans and searching for his prize. "No one will know," he continued, before his green eyes looked up into his mate's blue ones. "Please?"

Mayko chuckled, pulling his mate's paw from his crotch. Syrian pouted as the blue husky walked around, closing the door to the office, the frosted glass sure to keep out any unwanted eyes. "Very well then, Syrian, you win."

The dusky's frown instantly turned up, jumping into his mate's arms for a hug, tail wagging behind him. "You won't regret it!"

The husky chuckled, before sitting back in his chair. Syrian pounced on the opportunity, his nimble fingers quickly undoing the zipper, allowing the bulging briefs to pop into view. He nuzzled his mates crotch, inhaling the deep, sweet musk, before he pulled back the grey underwear, allowing the large, deep red rocket of a canine cock freedom.

The dusky inhaled deeply, before sticking his tongue out, and licking over his mates pole in practiced motions, tickling the sensitive member in all the right places.

"Ohhh....OOOHHH God, Syrian..." Mayko groaned, leaning back as his mate took the entire cock in his mouth, salivating over the thick base and pointed tip, the tongue slipping around all it could to reach every inch.

The husky groaned, and pushed his mate back. "If we're going to do this, we got to do it right, you know," Mayko grinned.

Syrian's tail, more husky than deer, began wagging even harder than before. He leaped up as the husky stood up, pulling off Syrian's t-shirt, while his own pants fell around his ankles. The dusky began blushing again as Mayko worked at the tight jeans.

"Just what are you hiding?" the blue canine chuckled, at last getting the jeans undone. He gently pulled them down, and stopped.

Syrian's face turned even more red. "I... I may have gone overboard..."

The dusky stood, shyly holding his arms while the smallest pink thong and stockings Mayko had ever seen clung tightly to his mates lower body.

The husky at last snapped out of it, and pulled his mate closer. "No, this is just fine."

Syrian blushed again as Mayko's hand brushed over the bulge that was barely held back by the tight cloth, making the dusky moan and shudder as the sensation burned onto his nerves. The two looked into each other's eyes, and their lips locked into a deep kiss, as their tongues wrestled for entrance into the other's maw. Syrians paws again breached the front of Mayko's pants, and started rubbing over the hardening member, while the husky worked on slipping down the thong, Syrian's cock coming free, and oozing pre. But that wasn't what either wanted, and the husky's fingers traced around the rear, to underneath the quivering tail, and began teasing the treasure hole located there.

Mayko sat back down in his chair again, pulling his mate on top of him, his now fully erect canine cock, knot and all, aimed at the tight passage.

With practiced motions, the dominate husky began teasing the tip of his cock with the puckered entrance, making Syrian moan, needy in lust.

"Oh... Oh please... put it in... give me your cream..." Syrian moaned

Mayko grinned, and pushed up, the tip easily spearing the entrance he knew so well, making Syrian gasp. No matter how many times they did this, it was always so tight, the muscled walls squeezing around the large intrusion.

The two began to slowly gyrating, the husky pushing up slowly, while Syrian pushed himself down, slowly taking in more and more of the thick stick into him.

"Grrrr," Mayko growled as he pushed up. "You're so... f...fucking tight!"

Syrian giggled. "Well you're... oh... so... OHHH... big...."

The husky, partially pulling out, partially lifting his mate off, slipped all but the tip of his canine cock out before pushing back in forcefully, making Syrian cry out, the sudden spearing taking him by surprise. But before the dusky could get himself back together, the process began again, followed by another pounding.

The slow, loving movements as the dusky took in all he could began to pick up speed, Mayko grunting while Syrian groaned and gasped, until he felt the larger knot begin to push up on his ass, demanding entry.

"Oh... God..." Syrian moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Please... Please tie me... give OHHH... give it..."

Mayko grunted, picking up speed as he rammed harder and harder against the tight ass of his subby bitch. He wanted to tie as well, fuck it! He wanted to give his mate all his pent up seed!

The mating increased in speed, the cries and grunts and groans coming faster, while the slap, slap, slap! of flesh against flesh increased in tempo and ferocity.

The husky grunted, before at last the massive bulb of canine man meat was shoved in.

"AHH AHH AHH!" Syrian cried out, braying as he felt himself being tied. For him, that was too, much, and his cock spasmed, shooting semen in between the two fucking furs.

Mayko roared out as his mate came, which resulted in the squeezing of the tight anal passage around his own member enough to push him over the edge, shooting the hot, sticky canine cum deep into his mate.

For the longest moment, their orgasms seemed to go on and on, until, at last, the last dribbles of seed oozed out, and the two fell against each other, the aura of post-sexual bliss overtaking them.

They looked up at each other, and smiled, before kissing each other tenderly.

"Well, I hope we didn't make too much of a mess," the dusky giggled, cuddling with his mate. After all, he still had about half an hour before he could go anywhere.

Mayko chuckled, before giving his mate another peck on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'm sure we have time..."

Just at that moment, the phone on his desk rang.

"Ohh shit...."

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The stallion drummed his fingers on his desk as he waited for the call to go through. He had just returned from a meeting, and needed to talk to his best man about a possible client, as soon as possible. Of course, Cimmaron's definition of "as soon as possible" was different from most people... and Mayko wasn't usually the guy to leave him hanging, but why wasn't he picking up the phone?

"Hello!" the husky called out over the speaker phone.

"Mayko, this is Cim. The client came through, and we need a design by the end of the week."

He could hear shuffling, some moaning and a little giggle as he waited for an answer. "Of course, just send me the details, and I can get started!"

"Good!" the stallion smilled, standing up. "I can come down right now and..."

"No!"

Cimmaron blinked. "Pardon."

"Uhh... no... I kinda have a... cold at the moment... and... yeah... don't want to... uhhh... get anyone else sick...so... maybe just e-mail or fax it or something?"

The horse paused, the rustle and giggling as noticeable as before. "Sure, I can do that..."

"Okaythanksbye!" Mayko hastily called out as he killed the call.

Cim sat down, and chuckled as he got the e-mail set up. "Lucky bastard."