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Chapter 100: Engrossed

The shower's steam had begun to collect near the ceiling. The water still ran, the seconds still ticked by, but Hunter and Roger were lost in their own world.

It took time for them to finally separate, but eventually they did.

Roger blinked out tears and rubbed his eyes, laughed softly to himself, inaudible under the water. He was only partially subject to the shower on one side, and it was enough that he had to fold one ear back to keep water out of it. The wolf was luckier, as he was taller.

He expressed his affection verbally and smiled at the wolf, who returned the gesture.

They stared at each other for a moment before the wolf finally said, "This is taking longer than if we had done it by ourselves, you know."

Roger nodded. "Yeah, I know, but... this is better, isn't it?"

Hunter nodded. He took a paw and splashed some water on the fox's head. "We should still get cleaned up, though."

The fox shook his head to get the excess water off it. He gave the wolf a grin and said, "Yeah, we should, but uh... do you want to try something?"

The wolf quirked his head. "What's that?"

"Well, just lean back against the wall and give me a bit of room," he said. As the words fell from his mouth he could feel his face grow hot. The wolf complied, though.

He looked down the wolf's body; it seemed to look even more defined than what he usually had seen, and it made sense. The fur was matted now and he could see the features much more clearly.

He moved his paw across the wolf's stomach, then to his hip, and he knelt down. He looked up at the wolf who had been watching him.

There he focused now on his target, his goal. It had already been protruding, and he knew that his own had been, as well.

He freed the wolf's member from its prison while at the same time trapping it in another.

He could feel it rest upon his tongue. It felt even warmer than the water that now sprayed upon him. He breathed with difficulty, but he managed, though he gestured for the wolf to at least change the destination of it.

He licked and lapped at it, squeezed it with his paw, stroked it, rolled what hung below. He did the best he could to cause the most amount of pleasure to the wolf, and he had hypothesized that all of these actions would do just that.

They had their effects, each one with a different reaction, a couple of them from surprise, though never negative. He would move his head back to look at the wolf on occasion, but Hunter's eyes were closed, and he had been resting back.

He stimulated himself while working on his friend. He paused slightly upon initiation but it was not from hesitance but from focus.

There were moans and groans, soft growls that came from each of them but could never be heard but definitely felt.

It did not take long for the wolf have but quickened breaths and grunts. Roger could feel him tense up, and what lied beneath had contracted. He felt it swell, could feel it pulse. He tasted it as it flooded his mouth, and he swallowed what he could, though what he could not just washed down the drain.

It was enough to incentivize his own release. It all went down the drain with the rest of the water, to join up with the wolf's. A waste, he thought, but perhaps it was for the best.

A quick retreat and he found himself staring at it, it only being but perhaps an inch from his face. Water fell on it, and quickly it began to drip from the bottom, and with a gentle squeeze, a bit of white oozed out and fell.

Roger licked the tip of it, and then stood up slowly. His legs shook for a moment from having sat on them.

He could feel the wolf's arms grab him as they helped him ascend. He came into contact immediately with a kiss. He succumbed.

His lust abated, he pressed himself against the leaning wolf and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes and rested.

He felt the water's path move across him, and in almost no time, he was soaked. He moved a paw up and kept the water from getting in his eyes and looked at Hunter, who looked back at him with a smile.

The wolf moved his head closer to the fox's ear and whispered, "I love you. We need to finish our shower though."

Roger nodded and laughed. "Okay, okay."

They finally took the shower seriously, and soon they were covered in soap bubbles. It took a while for them to rid themselves of it, but when they did, the water turned off, and they stepped into the cold.

Roger handed the wolf his towel as he dried himself off with his own. He was much more thorough and efficient than Hunter, and when he finished, he even helped the wolf dry off.

They made their way to the fox's room and returned to their daily activities; studying, homework, cuddling. More and more frequently the fox realized he had been smiling, or that his tail had been waking, or that he was unfocused because all that ran through his mind was the image of the wolf nude in front of him, the smell, the taste.

Daylight fled and night invaded, the cold creeping in. It came time for sleep sooner than he wished, but it came regardless of his desires.

In no time at all he was there in bed, as nude as he was in the shower, pressed against a wolf of the same condition. He found a tongue in his mouth foreign to his body but welcome. He found that his own had escaped his maw.

Paws rubbed and groped about in the darkness. Sweet nothings were whispered, and then they slept.