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Sleepless Temptation

My fingers retracted from the receiver, quivering in anticipation and nerves as they hovered over the numbers. I took in a deep sigh, in through my brown muzzle and out through my black nose. I could feel my brow furling as I tried to make the words form in my head right. It was such a delicate act, even if others would argue otherwise. I just hoped that I wouldn't stumble over myself like I always tended to do. A few more slow minutes passed by, until, at last, with one more calming breath, I lifted the wireless phone and pressed the buttons that I'd been attempting to push all day. I already heard the ringing on the other end as I hesitantly put the end to my ear. Sometimes, I wish I kept my old cord phone, since the urge to fiddle with something was certainly there. Instead, I resolved to pace back and forth across my living room. I squeezed my pant leg tightly with an eager paw, my head low and my tail rigid until at last I heard that beautiful sound of someone picking up.

"Hello?" a silky tenor voice answered.

I grinned, my head lifting proudly. "Hey, Steven! It's Mitch," I answered in a deeper, but slightly feminine tone.

"I knew it was you, Dude. Unlike you, I live in the present. We have these wonderful inventions called cell phones, with another marvelous feature called caller ID."

"Oh shut up, you know I don't like to be tied down with those expensive plans."

"So you'd rather be tied down at home? Whatever. What'd you want?"

I smirked at his care-less attitude, and at a brief image involving ropes that flitted through my mind. I paused for just a moment as I went over the plans quickly in my head. "Well, I was wondering if you happened to be busy tonight."

"Hold on, let me check."

I heard him grunting and getting up. Obviously, I had roused him from a comfortable position. What kind of position? I let my mind wander freely with that prospect, staring up at my ceiling as I patted my paw on my thigh. I could just see him in a chair, legs spread, eyes shut as he slowly stroked his-

"You still there?" he repeated himself, sternly, but not annoyed.

Shoot! I always let myself get carried away. I stammered quickly. "Y-yeah! I'm still here!" I suddenly noticed I was nearly shouting.

"Didn't hear a word I said, did ya?"

My ears fell back, and I hesitated. "No, I didn't. Sorry."

He didn't miss a beat. "Thought so. Said I wasn't busy tonight. Asked if you had something in mind."

"Um. I did actually. I was curious if you wanted to come over for the night and play some games or something. I'm bored to tears here."

"Uh-huh... Give me a few hours, and I'll show up if I want to."

"Okay!" My tail thumped audibly against a nearby wall. "I'll see you soon!"

"Yup. Oh, and I can hear your excitement all the way over here."

He hung up immediately and I blushed, grabbing at the offending appendage as it thwacked noisily. Did I really give myself away that easily? Well, that didn't matter, he was still coming over! I grinned proudly as I looked around my apartment. However, that grin quickly vanished. I slammed my phone down and purposefully jumped towards the coffee table in front of my couch, grabbing all the dirty cups and plates that I had left from last night, before rushing towards my little kitchen. I twisted the old knob, and when the aged faucet sputtered, I backhanded it with a paw. It quickly came to life and I scrubbed the dishes roughly, tossing them onto the drying rack when done. Sometimes, I wondered if I did live too much in the past. A dishwasher would definitely make my life so much easier.

I finished washing, and I glanced around my kitchen, looking bleakly at faded orange and red tiles and pale green walls. Whoever chose the color schemes for these apartments should have been shot, or castrated, whatever got the point across better. One of my legs crossed the other uncomfortably and I smirked. I knew which one would work. But, with little time left to lose -a couple hours isn't much time- I hastily picked up my apartment to make it presentable, making sure to pile everything onto my bed, making it as inaccessible as possible. There was a certain art to how I had to do this. I had been practicing since I was young, so it wasn't very new to me. I yanked blankets and pillows from my cramped bedroom and hastily shut the door. The blankets dragged across the shag carpet, snagging once in awhile, but I ignored them as I went to my couch. I pushed the wooden coffee table out of the way and, with effort, fussed with my couch until it pulled out into a bed. It was a comfortable pull-out, but a few extra layers of cushioning wouldn't hurt. After spreading the blankets out and setting the pillows, I made an effort to make the bed look as disheveled as would like natural, as if I had been sleeping there for weeks and just gave up on making it up.

I plopped down, the springs squeaking softly as I drummed my claws on my leg, debating on what should be done next. He liked video games of course, so I could always focus on the entertainment aspect first, and then worry about food and primping myself up later. My brown and black tail curled over the front of my jeans, and I ran my paws through the coarse fur. Decisions, decisions. I sat there for a few moments longer, obviously taking far too long for such a simple answer.

I stoop up with a jolt. Knowing what I should do, I quickly raced to my front door and picked up my coat and scarf from the coat rack. I put them on haphazardly, just the way that I know the guys like it. What can I say, I'm a flirt, or a slut, it's your decision what I am. Personally, I just think I'm out there for my own enjoyment. What guy hasn't practiced a little bit of deceit to get what he wanted, let me ask you? There's no harm in it. Sure, they may get hurt in the end from your little lies, but that's life. You're just doing your duty by keeping their minds in the here and now and make them learn what can happen when they don't take caution. In a way, you're doing them a service.

So I strode out of my little apartment, and made my way down the smoggy city streets, went to all those little shops I needed to head to. A small candle shop, a liquor store, a grocery store for a decent meal that I would have to prepare and some juices and pops (sodas for you weirdos), since his drink choice was something I wasn't sure of. It took me about an hour to get around to all those places, because not having a car kind of makes things difficult to do when you only have your paws to carry you where you need to go. But I persevered. I made it back to my flat and put all my items away where they needed to go, slipping a tiny bottle of lube in a drawer of an unassuming little cupboard. I didn't know if I would get to use it, but there was no harm in having it anyways. I looked at the clock that stared down at me from my nearly bare walls that slightly glared white. He said a couple of hours, so I had about just enough time to grab a shower to prepare for him.

I slipped out of my slimming gray coat, and scarf, setting them back where they belonged as I began to strip myself in the living room. I didn't care if anyone could see my through another open window. It was my own house, and, if they really wanted to watch, I was going to let them. I would be flattered anyways. When I thought of flattery, I thought of one of those cute little felines that I saw in the local shop for grown-ups and how he had eyed me from a distance. I could practically see that little tongue of his licking his lips. But I had other things I needed to focus on, like getting my fur nice and cleaned again from the long, sweaty walk. It wasn't that cold out, so the sun tended to ruin one's fur if you didn't dress light enough, which I hadn't. Thank god that I have fans.

After I had finished stripping, I threw my clothes onto my pull out coach and snatched another pair of slightly better looking clothes from my hard-to-maneuver-in bedroom. I made it too my stale bathroom with its tile walls and tile everything. How I wish that I could change everything around,. But that would break my lease, and goodness knows it's hard to get a cheap place like this around here.

I started the bath water, turning on the aged faucets and letting it run for a while. I looked at myself in the mirror, looking for any blemishes or bits of mismatched hairs that I should eliminate. When finding only a few minor flaws that were easy to take care of, I could already feel the warm steam rising from the bathtub. I grinned happily as I pulled the curtain aside, stepping in slowly and growling a little in the back of my throat as the warm water hit my tired body, making me slump just a little as it pelted my back and soothed my muscles. I was so anxious for tonight, It had to go over well. It just had to. But worrying about it would only make me screw things up, a fact that I had sorely learned before.

And so I lathered myself up, running my paws through my fur and letting the soap sink in slowly. I looked down, admiring myself just a little. You have to do that sometimes, if only to keep some little bit of self-esteem for yourself. I don't consider myself buff, but other people have told me that I am. Being a German shepherd, I guess that's expected from everyone that you're some perfectly chiseled piece of meat. Sure, I have decent pecs, and a definition to my abs, but that's not perfectly chiseled to me. But really, I wouldn't care to go to the gym much to do actually lifting. It's not my thing. Seeing some of the guys in there, however, is totally up my alley.

I rubbed the lather between my legs, feeling up my thighs a little until I reached my sheath and balls. I pressed my paw against the l packet of flesh and fuzz, letting out just the tiniest groan.

Should I really? I mean, it would be something best saved for later. I chuckled to myself. Well, if I get part way, and let myself down, I'd probably be just horny enough to do something crazy. I liked that prospect the most. I slowly began to stroke my sheath slowly, pressing my pawpads into a little rougher as I turned my back to the showerhead, not wanting the water to was away the soothing lather. I groaned as I felt a little twitch and the red tip of my shaft poked out, as if it were checking to see if it were alright to come out and play today. Well, as one not to disappoint, I wrapped my paw around and began to slowly pump up and down, letting my sheath swell more as my cock slipped out, breathing freely without the worry of silly jeans or boxers. The faint smell of my musk wafted through the steamy air, hitting my nostrils and making my growl a little bit more as I continued to paw myself off, hitting those sweat spots I knew so well, rubbing my thumb over the tip a little before pulling hard down, squeezing my partially drooling member with a passion that quite a few furs knew I was capable of. By this point, I was now thrusting into my paw, my tongue lolling out of my muzzle as my eyes closed shut, water streaming down my fur. The heat made me pant more as I edge myself closer and closer, willing myself to get right to that point. My knot was inflating in my grasp as my second paw joined in on the fun, circling around my tailhole before sliding two fingers in immediately. I tilted my head back and gasped, loving the sensations that were shooting up and down my body. Oh, there was nothing better than a nice shower to relax.

Suddenly, my body shivered uncontrollably and I groaned as I quickly stopped, grabbing the walls of the shower for support and digging my claws in to stop myself as I almost hit orgasm. I stood there, panting and moaning in the shower as my cock twitched in the air, begging for more and more as I ignored it as best as I could, biting my lip softly as I held off, waiting. Finally, finally after so long I felt it start to go down, and I couldn't have been more relieved. There was no way that I was going to cum prematurely. I let out a sigh when, at last, I hung flaccid in the steamy air, my shaft slowly retreating back into my protective sheath. A smile played across my face. This was going to be a good night.

After my long wait, the doorbell finally went off. I didn't waste any time in getting there either a. I threw open the door and there he stood. Ooh, my, what a specimen.

"Hey Steven, glad you could make it!" I piped up happily, moving aside and letting him in.

"Yeah, yeah." He stepped in, tossing his coat aside. "Jesus, it was a lot hotter out than I expected. Do you mind?" He asked, gripping at his loose shirt. I suppressed a gulped as I looked down at his paws, "Of course not." "Thanks," He said shortly as he lifted his shirt from his head and tossed it aside.

I had to turn my face away, even if my eyes did stay fixated on him. He had a beautifully toned body, clear definition and all. I loved how straight guys enjoyed showing off their masculinity by stripping willingly. Oh yeah, he's straight, unfortunately for me. My eyes wandered over his cream colored stomach as the white fur wrapped around his torso all the way to the border of his orange fur which extended all over to his brown paws, ears, muzzle and nose. God, how I love foxes.

I lead him over to the pull-out, motioning for him to sit down as I moved over to my entertainment center, which had a decent sized TV and a pretty average game console. I watched from the corner of my eye as he patted the 'bed'.

"Jeez, man, how long you been sleeping here?" Steven said, picking his feet up and leaning back, paws holding the back of his head up.

"Oh, just for a couple weeks or so. My bedroom got so trashed, and I just didn't feel like cleaning it up," I smiled warmly, chuckling inwardly as well.

"I know that feeling. I used to the same thing all the time. Then I realized the ladies prefer an actual bed to fuck on."

I turned away from my TV and looked at him. "Yeah, and we both know how much of a lady-killer you are."

He smirked at me in that smug 'you-know-it' style. And, of course, I could only oblige him by returning a similar, cocky grin as I slipped a movie into my console. I turned and walked towards the kitchen, speaking to him as I made my way.

"Hope you're hungry. I'm making my mac 'n cheese, and I would hate to have to eat it alone."

Steven waved a paw after me. "Fine, fine. Why don't you guilt me some more."

"Good!" I grinned, now fussing with some pots and such in the kitchen. "And I hope you don't mind the movie, it's just something to kill time while I cook."

"You kidding? I love Britannic. Nothing like watching a love story with explosions and sinking ships. Gotta love that ending with the dumb lioness that wouldn't make room on her floating table for that dingo."

I loved his sarcasm and his good sport too. Not anyone would watch that movie willingly with me. And so I set to boiling the water, preparing the simple ingredients and all the like as he continued to watch the movie, critiquing every little thing he could to me. I would joke with him, telling him how lame he was for not being to watch a movie without picking at it. And it continued on and on until the food was finally finished. I brought out the two bowls, setting one down for me and giving one to him. As I headed back into the kitchen, I asked him what he'd like to drink.

"Lemonade for me, if ya have it."

I nodded and hurried to the cupboard, pulling down a couple plastic cups. I reached into the fridge and pulled out the lemonade I had prepared earlier and a glass container. I poured his cup mostly with lemonade, and then I casually slipped in a little vodka to fill the gap. I'm a troublemaker, sue me. I carried out our drinks and I already saw him scarfing down the food. Chuckling a little, I laid his cup down and went to sit on the other side of him as we ate in silence, watching the movie. I casually watched him as he went to take a drink. He made a sour face and he set the glass down.

"Dude, this lemonade doesn't taste right."

"Oh really?" My head tilted as I went for my own cup, taking a swig and faking a displeased face as well. "Hmm... I must not have put in enough sugar this time... Crap, and I ran out of granulated sugar last week."

"That sucks... Oh well. Better not waste it anyways."

Heh, I loved doing this. He was none the wiser. I was pretty sure that by the end of the movie, especially if he asked for refills, he'd be a little drunk. I didn't need him blackout drunk, just a little tipsy, enough to get him to feel a little sleepier.

And so the movie had gone on for about a half hour more. He had needed a couple more refills to finish his food. By this point, I was laying against him, my head on his chest as my legs curled outwards, my paws lying limply in front of me as I tried to focus more on him than the movie without him noticing too much. I was lucky. Steven knew that I was gay, and he didn't mind me flirting every once in a while, or letting me lay on him. He was just very stern when it came to me taking things a bit too far. What can I say? I wanted to turn him so bad, if it were possible. I could clearly tell that Steven was trying harder to focus on the movie. We had just hit the part where the female lead was stripping from her nurse uniform to pose nude for some perverted artist. I watched his pants carefully as the scene went on, and after what felt like forever, I could have sworn I saw twitch. My pulse began to beat a little harder in my chest as I gulped. Maybe tonight would be my night?! A shameless grinned played across my muzzle as I carefully curled my arm and let my paw rest on his knee. I didn't feel him react, so I just figured he didn't notice. My paw gradually moved up his leg, inching at such a painfully slow pace. It was right when I curled my paw up his inner thigh that he grunted. He patted my side, and spoke, a little bit of slur in his voice.

"Listen... I know... you're trying to get me drunk, and get in my pants... I don't... I don't mind the free booze, but I am still straight."

"Aww, you're no fun," I replied teasingly, as I always did with him.

"Only with you."

"You sure that you don't just wanna give it a try? C'mon, a free BJ wouldn't be that bad."

I could feel him shake his head. "Nope. You'd have to pay me more than you got for that."

I sat up, looking at him with almost incredulous eyes. "I'd have to pay you to give you a blowjob?"

He chuckled, stretching his arms up. He looked at me with a hint of a twinkle in his eye. "Yup. I gotta earn a living somehow."

Sure, as disappointed as I was, I couldn't stay upset with him. He had that charm in him. I crossed my arms and smiled. "Not a cheap ho?"

"Not even close."

"Shucks."

Steven smiled as ruffled my hair and his paws rested on his legs. "I appreciate your effort... You know if I were gay, you'd be the first that I'd turn to."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

I averted my eyes and I bit my cheek softly, chewing on it, hoping he didn't notice. I hated when he said that. He was only trying to be nice, and I had to remember that. And so I consented to just lie back down and rest against him, listening to his heartbeat through his chest. There was nothing else to do as I just took steady breaths, watching the movie with him in silence. Now, of course I cried a little when the dingo died, but it very well could have been a cover up for something else. It didn't matter. When the credits rolled, I moved from him, padding over to the television and ejecting the disc, quickly replacing it with a video game, something violent. As it started up, I took care of our dishes, not really thinking as I tossed them in the sink and ran the hard water over them. I refilled our glasses, not even bother to spike his again, since he had already caught on. When I came back, he sat on the edge of the bed, controller in hand and ready for me. It was then that I noticed how dark it was outside. I went to the small end table near the couch and turned that light on, chuckling as Steven covered his eyes and groaned.

"Shit, man! Can't even give a little warning?"

"Nah, I find it far more funny this way."

I watched as his eyes slowly squinted and adjusted. My own eyes wandered to the clock on the wall. I couldn't believe that it was 10 P.M. already. That movie was much longer than I remembered. My tail wagged idly as my thoughts trailed a little until Steven snapped his fingers.

"C'mon. You gonna play or what?" he gave toothy grin, smugly expecting to beat me with ease.

"Oh, you know it. Don't expect to win that easily," I growled playfully as I bounded over, jumping behind him and landing on the couch with a thud and squeak of the springs. I hastily grabbed my controller, hitting the start button when I was ready.

And immediately after the match started, our smack-talking began. It was a simple fighting game, a collaboration of different characters from different games all coming together and trying to kill each other. It was a truly glorious invention. What a great way to take out frustration without actually having to hurt someone. It's a win-win for everyone really. And so, the next couple hours consisted of us growling, and cursing, cheering and yelling. It was around 1 A.M. when I heard him yawn. I waited for the match to finish before I paused the game.

"Alright, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired after kicking your ass for hours at a time."

"Screw you, man," he pushed me away, "you just got lucky with those last items. I totally would have creamed you if the game didn't cheat."

I ignored his comment involving creaming, and I chortled, shaking my head. "All I hear coming out of you is excuses. Maybe next time you'll actually be able to beat me."

He shrugged his shoulders and got up, walking away towards the bathroom. "Whatever... I'm just gonna get ready for bed. My toothbrush still here?"

"It's right where you left it, if you're not too drunk to actually find it."

My eyes followed him around the corner, and right when I thought he was gone, his arm shot out, his middle finger glaring right at me before disappearing just as quickly. I laughed after him as I stretched myself, bolting up and cleaning everything up. I hurried to kitchen poured myself a glass of pop and gulped it down as fast as I could. I would need the caffeine. I waited there, tapping my claws on the counter until I heard the bathroom door open. I walked down the hall, passing Steven on the way, and I hid my grin when I saw him in just his boxers. I took my time in the bathroom, grooming my hair a little, brushing my teeth, combing my tail, and finally putting on my nightclothes. I walked out in my slim t-shirt and short shorts, dragging a paw lazily along the wall, feeling the cool cement under my paw. He was already under a blanket by the time I got in there, so I casually turned off the lights and fumbled in the dark over to my boombox near the T.V. I turned it on and pressed play, hoping that I had put the disc in there. When I heard the sound of raindrops and low rumbling thunder, I grinned mischievously.

"Ah, you remembered how much I love the rain."

"Mhm," I answered shortly.

I padded over quietly to the couch, switching on the ceiling fan, slipping under the blanket after. Even though my eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness, I could feel him turn onto his back.

"Ya know? I always seem to sleep easier here. Maybe it's just all the blankets you put on this thing."

I chuckled. "Well, of course. Blankets make everything better."

"That they do. Well, goodnight."

"Good night, Steven," I replied happily. "Sweet dreams."

"You too."

Now, was the hard part. I couldn't help a yawn as I made myself moderately comfortable in the covers, stretching once in a while as I lay on my side away from him. I listened to the slow, methodical whir of the ceiling fan as it spun in a never ending cycle. The gentle pitter-patter of the rain echoed through my small apartment, the occasional low thunder breaking the monotony. I waited. My blankets began to warm up to a comfortable temperature as my brown and black tail wrapped around my waist. The cool air blowing down helped keep the temperature even. The noise of the city below was waning as the night dragged on. Still, I waited. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination a wander just enough to entertain myself. Steven shuffled behind me as he let out a soft sigh. I opened my eyes and began to take deep breaths. They were very slow, even, gentle, breaths. In through my nose, filling my lungs with each intake of the cold air, my chest rising and falling at ease. And still, I waited. I kept my eyes propped open as I continued the routine, not letting it falter. When I deemed it necessary, I faked a soft snore, making the air flow more in the back of my throat and nose. I began to imitate the snoring slightly more frequently as I kept my green eyes wide open, trying to pay attention to anything that would keep me awake long enough. I glanced at the clock over my shoulder as unnoticeably as possible, just barely lifting and turning my head. It had been an hour. Hopefully, caffeine would kick in soon, or I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I realized I had forgotten to breathe, and quickly resumed the task. I gripped the pillow under my head, and I waited. The fan continued on and on as the rain CD changed tracks seemingly a hundred times, until, at last, I heard it. A faint snore that wasn't mind. I shifted on to my back, turning my head to him. Not too fast, and not too loud. A faint light shone on him in the darkness. He was on his back, one leg extended, the other curled up as his tail hung limply between his legs and the blanket laid askew. His face was turned to me, his muzzle open and his paws under his head. His black ears were splayed forward. He grunted in his sleep, and I have to say, that it was the cutest little grunt ever. I half closed my eyes, making it so I could just barely see, but just enough so from at first glance, it looked like they were completely shut. I knew from experience that his breathing wasn't deep enough yet. It would take a while longer for that to happen. I studied psychology for a little bit, and found it fascinating how when people talk in their sleep or move, they're in their deepest sleep. As soon as he moved, or mumbled in his sleep like I knew he did, would be the perfect time. And so, I waited all over again. The caffeine in my system gave me enough pep to keep my mind active without let me actually doze off. It was another one of those truly great inventions, or, natural things, something like that. I was never good at actual science when it strayed from the mind. There was a sudden rustle in the covers and I watched his paws move his chest and his straight leg spread out as well. I smirked, a warm feeling making its presence known between my legs as I turned onto my side, slowly pulling the blanket that we shared tight enough that I would be able to comfortably slip my paw where I wanted.

Should I really do this? I mean, I had done it before, but, that didn't make it right. I gripped the blanket below us as I cursed under my breath. Why did my conscience have to come in? I know that what I wanted to do was wrong. I had tried not to do it before, but only a few times had I succeeded in stopping. It was like this urge that I had had ever since then... I mean, I didn't want to, but I did. It was the only way I could have someone who would never love me. And, I did love him, or lust him. Probably both. Besides, really, I was just going to make him feel good. He didn't have a girlfriend, so I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem to help relieve some of his tension.

I let out a shaky breath as I shift, rolling over a little and resting my paw on his knee. I studied his face carefully, taking note of the slight pulls in his muzzle. He let out a tiny groan as his head moved to other side. All the while I held my breath tightly, my whole body tense until I heard him snore again. I sighed in relief, slowly rubbing my thumb against his knee as I waited for that certain point when I would be able to continue. He was usually an extremely heavy sleeper, so I was hoping tonight would be the same. I watched his creamy chest rise and lower again deeply and my paw slid farther up, brushing the soft fur on his inner thigh. He was so warm, and he was so handsome. I could feel the soft little tremors of his sleeping body. It was close to that point of no return. I could still turn back. But I didn't. My paw glided, barely touching his skin, my claws just barely making contact until it plopped down on the crotch of his boxers. He took a deep breath then, and I stopped moving. I heard him lick his lips and his head turned back to me. I quickly shut my eyes, forcing myself to breathe and pretend I was asleep. There was no reaction. I cautiously opened an eye and saw his closed. Once again, I dodged a bullet. But there were other pressing matters at hand. I felt the outline of his sheath under that thin line of fabric. I gave a soft squeeze and began to slowly grind my paw into his sheath.

"Mmm..." he softly mumbled.

Good. I was doing my job right. A soft chuckle slipped from my mouth as my paw moved up and down the growing bulge. This continued on for a while longer, his little sighs only happening rarely. Finally, I felt a wet spot and I was sure that he was pre-ing at this point. I fumbled as best as I could with the slit of his boxers, undoing the button with some effort. I slid my paw through it, feeling the warm flesh jump under my pawpads. A shiver went down my spine as my own cock immediately shot to full attention. I slowly grasped his slick cock, pulling it out of its prison. I was clumsy with my second paw as it tugged the blanket away, from his crotch. My mouth hung open as I sighed in satisfaction. What a beautiful cock Steven had. The fox shivered, both from the crisp air and a certain, naughty German shepherd who was messing with him. I began to pump his flagging erection, his pre slicking up my paw and making it slide easier up and down. He let out a soft moan as I pawed him of off slowly, pressing my thumb over his lip. I could feel his body tense up when I did that, but still I continued.

He gave no sign of waking up, which gave me full opportunity to continue. His tail was wagging very slowly between his legs. I felt every ridge along his red, drooling cock, every vein, and the warmth was incredible. I pawed him off faster now, and his deep moans increased in rate and volume, his mouth hung open still as his ears fell back, his thick chest breathing just a little faster. I took the opportunity to move closer to him, resting one of my legs on his, rubbing my footpaw down his calf. I saw his toes curl when I squeezed the base of his shaft. I could feel the starting of a knot forming and I licked my lips.

This is when I took a chance. I got up, still holding his throbbing dick as I moved myself between his legs as carefully and quietly as I could. I looked up at him as I sat on my elbows and knees. I leaned down, his enticing scent filling my nostrils. I hesitantly stared at him even as I leaned down and licked the tip. The response had been the same as before. That was all I needed. I wrapped my black lips around his cock and pushed it deep into my muzzle, sucking hard. He twitched in my mouth and I felt a splatter of pre hit the back of my throat. I moaned quietly as I continued on, moving my second paw up, dragging it down his smooth chest and rubbing his bumpy abs, feeling every line that I could. I pressed my tongue flat against his head, wanting more of his delicious pre as I continued to suck and bob, alternating between fast and slow as my other paw squeezed the base of his cock on and off. A couple of times, I slipped my paw away and shoved his thick cock deep into my muzzle, all 7 inches fitting as it slid down my throat a little. I moaned as my nose pressed into his white fur, my teeth just gently grazing over his inflating knot. I took another chance and, while supporting myself with the paw on his stomach, my second paw opened up my own shorts, letting my needy cock free. I rapidly stroked myself off as I pleasured my muzzle with him. I closed my eyes in pure bliss as he moaned from my effort.

He absentmindedly put his paw on my head, and I froze. I looked up, fearing I had been caught. Oh, there was so much fear in my eyes as my muscles just wouldn't work. His paw only scratched behind my ears though, and his eyes were still shut with his mouth still open. Thank god... He was still asleep. But I knew I didn't have much longer. I started a low hum deep in my chest, as I bore down on him, sucking like a vacuum cleaner as I vibrated his cock with my bass voice, my tongue pressing against him just hard enough. Suddenly with a loud moan from him, I felt a huge glob shoot from his cock and hit my muzzle. His hot cum was what did it for me. I rapidly pumped my cock and then cupped my paw to the head, my aching cock shooting into my paw. His shaft momentarily bounced out of my muzzle shot over my paw and his stomach. I quickly pulled it back as the last few shots emptied into my slurping mouth. A thin line of cum and drool slid down the front of his cock as at last he finished, his body falling limp. His hard cock flopped out of my muzzle, lying on his stained boxers as I laid there panting as I rode out my orgasm. So I just sat there, my legs weak and my tail drooped.

"Mmm...good," Steven whispered.

I quickly came back to reality, standing up abruptly, bumping the coffee table and spilling a little bit of my seed from my paw. I rushed the bathroom. Shit, shit. He was going to wake up! I dumped the seed down the drain, washed my paws and pushed my member back into my shorts as I hurried back, every one of my senses on pins and needles. I saw him still sleeping, still not trusting the time as I slid back into my spot, grabbed his paw, put it on his now spent cock and turned on my side away from him, breathing heavily and pretending to snore.

The instant I faked a snore, he shot up on the bed, groaning as he put his paw to his head.

"Shit... Not again."

He had rubbed his cum all over his forehead, and came to notice that he came on his stomach too. I held back a laugh. Oh, now this was too good. I felt him shift and get up, walking to the bathroom, subconsciously covering his crotch.

"Every time I come here. I hate wet dreams," he muttered the entire way.

When the next morning rolled around, I awoke facing Steven, or, at least to where he had been sleeping. I groggily sat up in bed, wiping my eyes in the dim daylight, despising the sun as I scanned around the room, barely awake. I saw him just as he was walking back from the bathroom, still yawning. I waved at him, and he casually returned.

"Hey there Sleeping Beauty," he said.

"Morning... How long have you been up?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Not long. Just got up. Can I ask you a question?"

My mind shot to life as the wheels started turning. Frick... did he find out? Did he know the entire time? Is he gonna be pissed at me?

"Sure?" I answered with a question, trying not to let him on by my shaky voice.

"Do you move in your sleep?"

No, fucking way, I was sure he hadn't been awake. Sure, I took it further than normal, but I could normally tell when he was about to wake up. Crap... What should I say. I mean.. Just. Just play innocent. Play stupid.

"Heh, yeah," I replied, rubbing the back of my head, "I've done it since I was little. Why?"

He seemed to be relieved, turning his face away from me a little. "Ah, okay. I just woke up with snuggled up to me pretty close, so it just made me wonder. I don't mind, I just wanted to know."

...Awesome. He hadn't gotten me! Yes! I would have kissed the ground! But I was content to just laugh a little. I threw the covers away from me and bounced up. I giddily grabbed his paw, dragging him towards the kitchen. He was obviously confused of why I was so happy, but I had a quick cover.

"Do you want some breakfast? I just bought some bacon yesterday, the good stuff."

"Bacon? Seriously? Sure! I'll have some!"

He grinned at me with that cute face of his as his poofy, orange tail wagging behind him a little happier now at the prospect of food. And those deep, blue eyes of his, oh, those could capture me forever. I couldn't wait to have him over again.

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Alright, so second story, and second attempt at yiff finished. Once again, this hasn't been edited and reviewed, so if you find any glaring mistakes, please point it out for me. =) I hope that it was a decent read for everyone, and I hope you enjoyed it. =P Until next time! =D