One of Those Nights
I looked hopeful.
Ryan avoided my eyes.
Oh well. Another one of those nights. I shrugged the thought away and continued kissing him again.
His paws no longer roamed my back. His tongue didn't move against mine, either. I pulled my muzzle away from his and gave him a look.
"Sorry," he whispered, "just...not feeling like it tonight, really."
"It's alright," I whispered, rubbing my paw over his brow. "This is cool."
I tried to kiss him again, but he didn't respond as much as I'd hope for. Just a bit of tongue and lip. Not as much as usual when we were in the throes of passion. I had to stop again.
"It's not really cool," he said, "I know it's not, but I just...don't feel like it tonight."
Damn right I knew it wasn't too cool, but I just had to live with that.
"I know," I said instead.
"Sorry," he whispered now, again.
I was starting to go flaccid. This had turned into a mood kill quite quickly. He wasn't particularly hard either, pressed against my belly. No sign of a knot or anything.
Didn't seem to be working at all tonight, then. I rolled onto my back and landed with a huff. There was still a bit of musk in the air, but I knew it'd go soon. My erection was about gone too, back into the sheath. I heard him breathe deeply, in and out.
"Sorry, Joel."
"Guess it's just better we get to sleep," I muttered.