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HH#133

S04E16

Hehhey, and welcome to The Hockey Hunk!

It's Friday again, and time for yet another chapter In our epic saga of furry slice-of-life! We're probably somewhere around the middle point of the season, but that hardly means that we're taking a break here - no, no, no, we're business as usual for now! Thank you for your continuous feedback - it is always appreciated, and every comment is read immediately, even though my backlog is still a shameful reminder of my tardiness in answering to some of them. Hang on! I'm getting there!

But meanwhile, we've got out usual portion of Rory and company here, so sit back, relax, have a fun read, and drop me a comment when you're done! *smiles*

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"Ding-dong!"

Oh come on...come on...

The rattle of the lock and a whiff of Dobie musk were all that I needed right now to have a big, broad smile on my lips by the time that door finally opened and Victor appeared on the doorway. My tail painted a friendly number 8, and Victor's ears flicked gently in greeting, and I had to say, that smile looked more than inviting.

"Hey!" Victor said.

"Hi!" I said, smiling and rolling my shoulders a little, my tail still busy behind me.

"Come on right in!"

"Thanks!"

I wobbled into his apartment and Victor closed the door behind us, sealing us together into the Victor-scented, slightly Cobb-spiced room. He lingered close by, maybe a step away, watching me while I watched him and made myself comfortable.

"Do you need any help with your shoes? Maybe a chair?" Victor asked.

"I've got a system," I replied, grinning as I demonstrated how I could lean on the wall and spare a crutch to use to push my shoes off my footpaws, revealing wriggly toes.

"I see you do," Victor smirked.

"You make do," I said. "How're you doing?"

Victor winked.

"The same I was doing twenty minutes ago when you sent the last text," the Dobie grinned.

I smiled.

"Nice and cozy and enjoying your last day of sick leave, I presume, then," I said.

"Something like that," the easy on the eye Dobie replied. "Why don't you step in and make yourself comfortable?"

I smiled.

"Sure!"

We entered the comfortable, neatly furnished living room/kitchen/dining room. I recognized the presence of Cobb, not only in the scent that lingered, but in the form of a pile of clothes on the armrest of one of the big chairs, as well as an iPad on the coffee table, articles which I knew to belong to the other Holden. It really seemed that he had marked his territory here. I turned to look at Victor and smiled.

Heh.

Victor flicked his ear at me again and saw me noticing all the Cobb things, obviously, and he obviously wondered what I was thinking of that, since he snuffled and began to rub the back of his neck - a gesture I certainly didn't mind, because it gave an interesting insight to the angles of his upper body, and I liked angles!

"I was meant to clean this all up but..."

"It's fine," I said, "It's Cobb's mess, he should clean it up, anyway."

"Yeah, he should," Victor rumbled, watching the mess, "maybe I'll tell him to do it once he comes back from the gym."

I chuckled.

"Not for a while yet, though, I hope", I grinned, my tail flicking about.

"He's gonna have a full workout and he said something about enjoying the sauna and the massage service at the adjoining spa , so I think I'm probably gonna be lectured about some very nice fur conditioner once he comes back with a little shiny complimentary carrier bag."

I couldn't help but chuckle, out loud and purring, as I imagined a lavender-scented Cobb appearing with that said silver-colored furcare products bag dangling from a strategically angled paw. Maybe with a cashmere sweater tied around his waist and with sunglasses propped over his forehead...

Oh, God...

"For real?" I quirked my brow.

Victor chortled.

"I think he might've been a bit jealous of the service we got at the hotel and wants to one-up me now, so there he goes, rushing to the day spa," Victor rumbled.

I smiled.

"Sounds like him alright," I said.

"But don't tell him I said that or he'll do something massive like get all three of us to the Thirsk for a weekend of pampering or something like that," Victor said, "I already saw him browsing the web page, so you never know."

While I certainly wouldn't have minded a weekend of all-inclusive pampering in a 5-star hotel with Victor, the addition of a Cobb certainly would have made the whole experience much less fun, and hence, I could understand Victor's reticence. The thought made me smile, though, and I smiled, and Victor smiled, too.

"Please, sit down," he said, waving a paw at the couch. "Do you want anything to eat or drink?"

"I'm fine, thanks," I said as I glanced at the couch and tried to remember which side Victor liked sitting on, "I just had a small bite of salad with Peter before I left. He insisted I ate with him, so of course I did."

Left or right...left or right...damn...

Victor nodded.

"How is he?" Victor asked politely.

Okay...left... I was gonna risk it...I went left.

"As always," I said as I stepped over to my chosen spot and planted myself onto the couch, "He was working when I left. Some more stuff for the university."

"Keeps him busy, eh?" Victor said, rounding the couch to sit down next to me.

"Yeah," I said.

"Busy is good."

I put my crutches to the side and then angled myself on the couch so that we were muzzle to muzzle, both sitting now as we were, and Victor was smiling still, and my own lips pulled into a smile as well once we were both there, enjoying each other's company quiet silently for a little moment. It didn't take more than a few seconds, though, for me to discover that Victor's muzzle tasted of mint today, fresh and inviting for my tongue, and I felt his paws rub through my mane and even felt his pads on my skin, once he got really settled there. My own paws found his arm and his chest, touching them, gripping on the front of his shirt carefully, because claws could do some damage on fabric, and I did have experience on doing that, and I really didn't want to have Victor need to explain that to a certain Cobb.

Our lips departed from one another with a soft popping noise, our breaths washed on our faces, and the smiles were genuine and warm, and comfortable, and my tail had already sneaked itself around Victor's nearby leg and secured him onto me. That felt kinda nice, too, as did Victor's paw, rubbing down my back, and I could hear that he was rumbling, too, which was a good sign.

"Busy, eh?" Victor repeated, smiling coyly.

I licked his nosepad, which made him snort, and squeeze with his paw low down on my back, really on the edge of a fully blown butt grope. I responded by feeling up one of his pecs, still nice and firm and round and noticeable despite his forced break on his gym routine. Guess he had enough to start with, so that it didn't just all melt away in a few weeks. I knew he'd done some rehab himself, so maybe that helped, too.

Hmmmm.

"I like this kind of busy," I said.

"Who doesn't?" Victor grinned mischievously.

The next kiss came like the previous one, a gentle melting of our lips at first, but it soon evolved into a more warm -and wet - back and forth of our maws, proper making out if I ever saw some, though of course I wasn't seeing anything at the moment except Victor's slightly closed eyes and feeling his murrs and paws massaging down my back and around the base of my tail, which he had already identified as a certified weakness of mine. It was definitely working on Rory Junior, as did the kissing, of course, and the musk, and...well, everything, really, with our busy paws going on and working their magic.

I was quite breathless by the time he spoke again.

"Wanna take this to the bedroom?" Victor whispered. "Or we could just sit and talk here, if you like..."

I chuckled, hotly, and cupped his muzzle with my paw, careful not to touch his scar. I didn't want any raw skin to spoil this moment.

"I like a man who knows how to hold a conversation," I replied, my voice husky naturally by now, though perhaps I added a bit, which he would've known from the amused flicker of my ears, "but I also like a man of action..."

Well, that was probably some rather bad flirting that I was doing, but Victor's paw on my rump didn't seem to mind, but instead treated me to a comfortable, friendly squeeze that made me purr out loud and press a little into the touch, as much as I could sitting like this. I'd grown very hard by now, too, and I suspected that Victor wasn't feeling much different. If I were to judge by the texts we traded yesterday, and the raunchy quips on Facebook, he was quite pent up by now and really in need of some quality time. Was I ever ready for that!

"I'm ready," my Dobie rumbled.

Getting to the bedroom was not a problem, and our little aches and stiffnesses were nothing to worry about when we had four paws to undress each fur in the room. We kissed each other slowly, rubbed paws over one another, and found that buttons were so damn handy when your arms didn't like to be lifted about your head too often yet, as it was in Victor's case. I feasted on the sight of his torso once it was revealed, smiling at him and batting an ear before I dived in to kiss and lick against the nearest nipple protruding out of the dark chocolate fur. Victor cradled my head in one paw and rumbled deeply, and I could feel it, too, with my paws on his sides. I held the one on his right side low down so as not to touch the somewhat furless path there which indicated where his chest injury had been after the crash, and I didn't want to risk hurting those ribs. Apparently they'd kept him up for a few nights up until recently, and I didn't want to do that to Victor, not if the only purpose of me touching him had been to give him pleasure, just like I was doing right now, kissing this moaning man and listening to his rumbles of pleasure.

"Uhmmmyeah..."

Well wasn't that music to my ears or what...I grinned to him and quickly licked my lips for his visual benefit before I dipped my head over to the next hard nub and took it between my lips. Victor's throaty moan and the fingers digging into my headfurs told me that I was doing things right, and encouraged, I went on, rubbing his chest with my chin while I purred and let him feel that I was really tasting him. His fur and skin were quite nice, musky, different here from other places I knew, but I liked it. And the scent in itself...hmmmm...there was no mistaking the tenting of my underwear by then. I'd let Victor have the pleasure of removing those, for sure.

"Nice?" I rumbled once I went to simply nuzzle between his pecs, looking up to him from a slightly awkward angle, but I had Victor's paws on me, to make sure that I didn't feel like I was going to topple over.

"Yeah," Victor rumbled, his voice as husky as his body was musky.

Heheh.

His body was almost poetic, in moments like this. The flexing of his muscles under my cheeks....hmmmm.

"Good," I grinned, fingers playing with the elastic of his boxers.

He pulled me up into a kiss which I gladly shared, slowly, adding to the heat under my furs and in my skin, all very comfortable, as he shared each other's taste and feel, tongues gliding over one another in a manly wrestle between our warm muzzles. I pulled Victor's boxers down to his knees with the help of a wriggle from him, and spared a paw to play with his heavy sac while Victor's own paw rubbed circles over my belly, going lower.

I moaned, purred, and gave him a tug that made him respond in much the same manner as I did, and soon his paw was inside my boxers, unashamedly stroking up and down on me and making me throw my head back and thrust my hips to better meet his grip. Damn. I guess it really took a man to know how to hold another man's cock in his paw. He knew just what to do with those fingerpads, teasing my barbs and almost making me drool into his muzzle. Victor felt heavy and firm in my own grip, and he let out a good, hearty moan when he felt my fingers rub over the thicker girth that was his unmistakable knot, now nestled into a paw. Victor's paw made both a naughty slick rubbing sound on my skin and the somewhat dirtier rustling noise that was caused by his hidden paw rusting against the fabric of my invaded boxers. There was something really erotic about being able to feel it alright, but not seeing...but still knowing what went on...damn... no wonder I was leaking heavily.

"Hmmm....Rory?" Victor rumbled

"Hmmmyeah?" there were only inches between our muzzles, and my eyes almost crossed when I tried to look deep into his eyes in a most romantic way I could imagine, but I did get some eyes alright, and a lot of panting dog. That was good. His paw felt good. He felt great in my own paw. Very strong and obviously very much in need of some leonine relief.

"I've been...thinking a bit," my Dobie spoke, rubbing the base of my tail with his paw as he went on, "I think I've figured out a solution to our...logistic problem..."

My ears jumped a little, and so did the part of me held in Victor's steady grip. I didn't have to be told what he was referring to...our raunchy chat last night had revolved somewhat around the fact that our injuries made some heavily involved...acts a bit of a problem at the moment...but now Victor was saying that he had ideas...and I was keen to listen.

"Oh?" I whispered, not hoping to sound just too eager, even if 'hiding the sausage' was possibly in the agenda.

"Oh yes," Victor husked. "Wanna try? We can stop if it doesn't work out, we can keep doing this..."

I chuckled and placed my spare paw onto Victor's rump, and gave it a much-needed, long-awaited squeeze.

"You don't have to convince me," I snickered.

We both laughed together, nice, warm, slightly dirty chuckles that contributed to the fun mood when Victor detailed to me how he wanted to try things out. I listened carefully, and in a couple of minutes I found myself sitting on the middle of the bed with my legs spread as much as they comfortably would, a pillow placed between them, and a very much naked Victorian posterior positioned on top of that pillow so that the strategic angle of attack would be just perfect. His legs were drawn up and rested on my shoulders, which felt quite comfortable, thankfully, not a burden at all, and meant that I could spare all my attention to stroking his legs, his belly, his exposed rump cheeks and of course, what he was packing against his belly, too. He was a feast, and he was lying there looking quite comfortable, with a pillow under his neck, too, so that he could watch me touching him, playing around with him, feeling our fur and skin mingle.

"Okay so far?" he asked after a few moments of this heavy petting, both of us growing more and more aroused, too.

"I'm alright," I smiled, peeking down to him, and getting a grin from him, my paws resting on his heavy balls and his hip, "there's no weight on my leg so it's quite good. Not smarting. How're you?"

"Can't you tell?" Victor winked.

"I'd say you're enjoying yourself, but I don't want to presume."

"Heheh," he rumbled, deep and sexy and inviting.

"So we're good?" I asked.

Victor answered by grabbing a familiar tube from the bed where it rested by his paw and tossing that over to me, as well as an accompanying square of shiny plastic.

"Just get back there, stud," he rumbled, wriggling his footpaws.

Damn...didn't he know how to tease a man...I almost lost it right there when I was forced to touch myself of the purpose of rolling on the condom and adding a little bit of lube. I pulsed hard and completely firm even after that, my sheathed warrior standing by while my slick fingers rubbed up and down Victor's taint before I dipped deeper into the crevice and slicked him up before I began to push. Victor replied with a pleased rumble and opened himself up with practiced easy, I'd call, as he swallowed first one and then two fingers into his infamous back there. The warm undulations of his body were as inviting and sensual as the faces and sounds he made, obviously enjoying this kind of teasing with unashamed ease. That was always admirable, I thought, knowing what you liked and how to get it, too...and was I glad that we were compatible in that respect.

"I think you're about ready," I said then, my voice low and deep, not like his, but I could try my best, "I think."

"I think so too," Victor winked. "Come on. Show me some lion love, now, Rory."

I lifted my rump just a little so that I could better align my tip with his opening, and even though that did twinge a little on my hip, the sensation disappeared once I was settled back on sitting flat on the bed, and I was ready, already nudging Victor with myself, my paws holding his legs just above his knees. Victor gave me one more smile before I rocked my hips forward and he wriggled himself back a little, solidifying our union in gentle, bucking motions and a lot of satisfied moans from the two of us.

"Still good?" I asked once I was settled fully within him, enjoying the gentle ripples and squeezes that were his body, and Victor was rumbling too, looking both tense and relaxed at the same time, which probably was the essence of this act.

"You need to ask?"

I gave him my best, confident smile and decided that I would try my best to make him pop without any further paw action on that thick, throbbing doggie meat resting against his comfortably muscled belly.

His body clamped down on me, making me moan, and judging by that smirk from the Dobie, he made that on purpose.

"Well you're definitely asking for this..." I husked, and pushed.

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