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"Ow!" the canine yelped as a familiar paw smacked down on his toweled ass--which did help to lessen the sting. A few eyes in the dormitory hallway looked in his direction, though nothing seemed out of place and whatever attention he'd caused to himself was quickly lost save for a pair of amber eyes that glowed warmly towards him. "Brandon, you jack-ass!"

"Oh, come-on, it was all in good fun," the grey furred wolf replied with a grin, covering all his bases with the small words; the sneaking up on the large dog, the smacking his ample rump, the friendly squeeze, and the mischievous way he'd pulled at the towel. Though perhaps the towel clad St. Bernard had meant all those--he surely hadn't missed each action. He wiped his paw on the big dog to get rid of the moisture on his paw, but his friend was much more damp: the thick fur kept the water well. He was shirked away though, but not entirely without a hint of regret at doing so. "And I can't help but tease you when I see such a cute butt walking down the hallway,"

Sam snuffled as he picked up his pace, not wanting Brandon to catch him blushing, "You always hit things you think are cute?" he grumbled, becoming more and more used to any part of his body being referred to as 'cute.' Coming from the wolf's lips, the word didn't seem half so bad; in fact, he kind of liked it.

A happy hum found the bernard's ears, and he knew all too well what the wolf meant by it. He quickly turned around, but before he could say anything more sounds fell to him.

"I didn't mind that sight you know," the wolf told the bernard with a smile, "And now you turn around blushing, it makes you look sweet...I just win no matter what it seems,"

That didn't help at all as he walked backwards--more heat rushed to Sam's cheeks while he internally cursed not having rust colored fur on his cheeks instead of white, though he had plenty of the later on his chest and arms, and yes, even the 'cute' butt the wolf was teasing him about. "You're embarrassing me Brandon,"

The wolf didn't mind it--he liked to embarrass the bernard, well, at least playfully; it was just a form of affection for him. The dormitory door quickly came up and he stood outside of its frame for a moment, till the dog looked back. He cocked his head for Sam, "Can I come in, or are you going to change?"

"Come-on in, I'm not embarrassed," Sam replied with a trace of a smile over his lips; liking that the wolf asked, even if he was always welcomed into his room. Clothed or otherwise. He turned to move over to his bed, where he had his clothes set out for a long day of classes, and even a lab till late evening, but it wasn't such a bad price for not having to get up till ten in the morning. "Aren't you going to be late to class?"

"That's why I'm here to see you now...class won't start for me for another thirty minutes," the wolf replied smiling. The bernard knew he was absolutely terrible about being late to class--as did some of the professors--and always tried to keep him on time. He moved forward and wrapped his arms around the big dog, "I wanted to see you, you know?"

"Brandon, you'll get your shirt wet,"

"I don't mind it much," Brandon replied, running his paws up and down the bernard's chest and leaning in to kiss the notch between his shoulder and neck--even if he had to stand on his tippie toes to do such. He could tell Sam fought to keep any signs of enjoying it from reaching him, but no matter how much he tried the bernard always relaxed in his arms--even if just a little.

"It's good to see you too..."

"I won't see you till eight you know..."

"Yeah....just like every Wednesday," Sam replied, knowing the wolf knew his schedule quite well, after all, they met and had a late supper every time; it was something of a date night--even if at a fast-food restaurant. Paws drifted even lower, playing with the hem of his towel while pulling them together, and he couldn't help a shiver as the wolf began to nibble at his neck. The wolf always made him feel like butterflies were in his stomach, but it was a good thing. "And you have class soon,"

"Yeah," the wolf rumbled against his lover's neck, leaving a bit of his scent there as his lips trailed up towards the thick built male's face. He had to stop below his chin, as high as he could reach. There was no resistance when he tightened his grip on Sam's hips and turned the bernard around, in fact, he got a bit of help as the taller dog leaned down for him--finally letting their lips touch for the first time that day. It started lightly, and just as they touched they pulled back, smiling at one another before dipping in, and pulling back again, and then dipping in again--keeping the touch longer each time. Greeting the dog into his muzzle, he suckled lightly at the dog's larger tongue--it never failed to make his lover's eyes roll into his head; and he couldn't deny enjoying the act too.

Sam rumbled happily into the kiss, trying to fight away the smile so he could kiss more effectively, but the wolf wouldn't stop playing with his waist--fingers trailing along the edge of the towel where the rest of him lay. Of course, the ministrations were causing a rise in him; he could already feel his wolf's hardness pressing against his thigh through the towel and Brandon's shorts.

It was terrible.

With a sigh of regret Sam pushed the wolf away, "You can't be late for class again, you know that," he said, but without a bit of resistance the wolf moved closer to him again and reignited the kiss, this time with more fire. It was short, and just as quickly as it happened it was over. Then it returned. And left. And returned. After the fourth time he found himself leaning in again, his own arms wanting to move to bring the lean, toned body closer to his own.

When they stopped the amber eyes were shining happily. Sam couldn't help but to smile and lean in for a peck on the lips. "It'll have to be quick," he said, sliding the straps of the backpack off the wolf's shoulders. The bag fell with a disregarding thud, letting Sam know his grey furred assaulter had not brought his computer; not that the item was prevalent in his mind. It was soon forgotten, much like the slightly dampened navy button up, and the khaki shorts the wolf left in a pile on top of his sandals.

"I don't mind. We can be slow later," Brandon murred strangely--the words not forming quite properly between his kisses. He grabbed onto the hems of the towel and pulled until it was undone and his lover was exposed to him, though he kept his eyes closed through the kiss. Even then he pulled, guiding Sam to the bed so that he was soon being straddled by the bernard.

"You're still too clothed," Sam exhaled after a few moments of kissing--knowing minutes would be nicer, but such was not a chance, not for a quickie. It was a quickly fixed problem he found, as he kissed down the wolf's body, leaving the fur slightly matted in some places from the affection, mostly at his stomach where he stayed to kiss while he finished the needed task. When the hips raised up he hooked his paws into the clothing and pulled until it was gone.

A small whine filled his ears, but he ignored it and pushed his lover backwards, guiding him to lay down on the bed and moving further himself, kissing the furry orbs as he passed by the red rod. He lapped at them for a few moments, enjoying the gasps of delight it brought in place of the saddened whines while he treated the wolf to a warm, wet treat. His paws continued to rub along the wolf's muscled chest and abs, while his own member stood proud now, pulsing a little more as he filled his nose with the delicious scent.

"I just had a shower...but...you know, I think I like this scent more than that soap," Sam smirked, nuzzling the wolf's lower regions as he made the lightly furred sac glisten from the morning sun in the window.

"O--Ahhh...."

His legs raised easy enough, and found a comfortable resting spot on Sam's shoulders as paws moved to run along his worked rump--not quite ample like the bernard's; though he was assured it was just as good feeling and springy even (the later made him blush a little). His tail kept to the side naturally--his body knew he was going to enjoy this, so it made sense to allow the big dog access to him--and his lover could take in the nice sight, even if it was twitching in excitement as the moist breath ran over his crevice and made him shiver. A slightly rough tongue explored him for some time--lapping at his musky flavor and making him moan. It was still a tease though, because he only got the lightest of licks over his ring of flesh, making it quiver each time in anticipation.

"Mmmm--mmm..."

It would turn to a kiss eventually, and Sam heard paws gripping onto his bed sheets, and he was quite sure it was accompanied by curled toes along with that happy moan. He added more to his licks, leaving his spit over the taut flesh that tensed each time he teased it with a nice massage from his warm, agile muscle. The wolf gasped, moaned, and panted as he continued, moving from teasing to pushing his broad tongue over the muscle-bud or lapping at it eagerly--making sure to smack his lips and kiss the saliva coated pucker, leaving the small hairs there matted and with their combined musky scents.

Sam knew it wasn't meant to last--and he hadn't had a chance to paw off the previous night anyhow. He left with a groan inducing goodbye kiss, pulling back with a suctioning kiss licking his lips while he guided Brandon's legs off his shoulder and moved up his body. Their lips met hungrily, both exploring the other, just as they had done so many times before. How it always felt so exhilarating Sam had no idea--those who said sex got boring were surely doing something wrong! After a few tongue ties he returned the favor of what had started their journey and began to nibble at the wolf's neck.

"Ah...P--Please Babe..." the wolf whined with delight. He kept his legs spread for a bit longer before feeling a better idea spring upon him and hooked them around Sam's waist. It didn't surprise him that the bernard could lift him--even if he wasn't the one who hit the gym regularly, and he held tightly to the dog, moaning as he was subjected to a variety of treats from his lover. "Take me. I'm yours," he murred, seeking the dog's lips eagerly and finally being accepted.

Sam growled into the kiss, feeling the soles of his lover's feet dig into his lower back while he moved a paw away. The familiar bottle was soon found and he dribbled some onto his cock--not feeling able to let go of the wolf to properly lube. Besides, it did the job, and he rubbed the stuff over himself and then the wolf's taint, making the wolf whine. It, well, Sam had to admit that it sounded kind of cute really--especially as he was tugged on, it was like he was the only thing in the world to Brandon.

The kiss proved to be the perfect distraction from the initial pain of being spread open, though it still allowed him to experience the pleasurable feelings too. His lover was kind, just as he was when the position was switched, taking it slowly and enjoying the feeling of the surrendering flesh enveloping his needy member. He whined a little into the kiss, somewhat from the pain, somewhat out of a need to be even closer, and it finally ended when he felt the dog's furry sheath against his taint. With a broken kiss he let out a sigh of contentment; grinning a little too.

"Love you so much," Sam rumbled, licking the wolf from his chin to cheek. That would leave the fur there matted, and surely noticeable before he went to class, but it was his way of showing affection. Besides, it could be wiped off, but the scent would stay.

The tight, contracting muscles of the wolf's passage massaged him the entire time he kept himself planted, and it was forcing them both to action now--to begin their true task and be lost in one another completely: the shame was there was no time to tie the wolf, but Brandon had been right, they could go slow later. He kissed the wolf again, catching the yelps as he began to breed him--knowing it was a rough ride, but also recognizing the mixture between pain and pleasure; with pleasure beginning to be all that was heard. It was an awkward position, but he held Brandon as close as he could--the wolf having no choice but to cling to him--and drilled himself up into the hot tunnel.

He moved his paw to the wolf's straining erection, but found a wolf paw quickly clasped onto his own. Looking up he saw Brandon shake his head. The wolf wanted to get off paws-free. He quickly leaned in for a brief kiss, and their paws separated to grip one another once more.

"Yes...oh Babe....ya--I love you....ahh! O--o--owowowa..."

The noises and words continued to slip from the wolf's muzzle, sometimes having a bit of sense to them, and other times being nothing but what he could manage from the immense pleasure of having the thick cock rub and stroke him from within--making him want him even more. He began to rock himself as best he could, his head lolled back while the bernard chewed on his neck and really began to lay into him, the sound of Sam's own furry sac slapping against his rump now. There would be marks on Sam's back, Brandon knew that much as he gripped it tightly once more, his claws sliding down the bernard's back as he moaned for more--knowing the moans were interpreted as the begging his mind couldn't form; he had to have more, needed more of his big dog.

The combination of it all was too much for Sam--he bit down onto Brandon's shoulder, getting a whine of temporary discomfort as the wolf became accustomed to the mating bite. His hips slammed upwards into his love, the hot body coaxing his canine cum deep into him. The wolf was his--all his, his mark, his love, his to take, his to give himself to: his. He buried himself up to the knot and stopped, leaving the room that had been filled with the squeaking of mattress springs and his ball-slapping thrusts and moans only filled with the later. He began to groom the wolf's neck as he pulled away, humming happily.

"Oh Fuck!" the wolf said suddenly.

That made Sam's ears flicker. The wolf was never one for that word during sex; it was reserved solely for when he was about to get into deep water so to speak. He glanced over at him and licked him, thinking that might calm his love, "What's wrong?"

"It's 9:10, my class starts in five minutes!" Brandon said, tensing around the member in his rump and feeling his cock pulse heavily against his stomach. He let out a small yelp as the cock in his rump was pulled out, making some of the doggie cum leak out and stain him even more. Sam looked back at the clock in shock too.

"Damn it! Damn it Brandon, I knew you wouldn't have time!" Sam nearly barked, but didn't want the entire hall to hear them, "You'll just have to live with a hard-on...you have to leave: now ,"

"I know, I know!" Brandon said hastily, fumbling off the bed--even he knew he couldn't be late, and that a bit of discomfort was worth not getting chewed out and having his grade reduced for being late. He stuffed his still hard member into his underwear and quickly got into his shorts, knowing his underwear would be stained horribly. "I'm sorry Babe,"

"Go! If you're late again Mr. Adams said he'd have your ass,"

Brandon rushed to get his shirt, "But you're the only guy who can have my ass," he said, rubbing the fur on his chest. He'd reek of sex and bernard, but he prayed he'd be able to slip into the back and hopefully not draw too many eyes.

"And I sure as hell plan to keep it that way," Sam growled. "Don't bother buttoning it here, button it as you run!" he said, moving to the door and opening it--exposing his bare self to the entire dorm hall (though it was luckily as bare as he was).

Brandon jerked his backpack up to himself and moved to the door, only stopping for a brief instance. The two shared a quick smile, and he leaned in for a short, slightly sweet but mostly panicky kiss, "Have a good day Babe...love you, and I swear I'll see you tonight, K?"

"OK, now get that ass to class!" Sam exclaimed and soon only heard the clip-clop of the wolf's sandals as he scurried down the stairs. He let out a sigh and shook his head, "Just a quickie...yeah...we should know soo much better by now,"