Let it Snow
Let It Snow
By Ace E. Falvo
Riley stood at the window, his black gloved paws slowly rubbing up and down his crossed arms. It was colder near the window than it would be next to the rustling fire, but he'd always enjoyed watching the snow. And it was definitely snowing. The fox's eyes peered through the dense blizzard at the evergreens beyond, and he found himself reflecting on the past year--the end of finals for Fall semester at school, his job at Office Plus, his family, his relationship with. . .
The fox's ears flicked slightly as he was abruptly brought out of his reverie by two large grey paws on his shoulders--the ones that belonged to the wolf he was just thinking about. He grinned slightly as the paws briefly took place of his own in their rubbing before pulling him back into a warm embrace. Riley leaned his head back and smiled up at the timber wolf holding him captive. Curtis gazed down curiously at the fox's expression for a couple seconds, his brown ears cupped forward, before nuzzling Riley's ears.
"It's pretty crazy out there. Good thing we're here in your cabin for the weekend. We might get snowed in tonight," Riley mused.
Curtis smirked, "Oh, I don't think I'll mind. As long as I've got a certain fox to enjoy myself with. Why not come and sit next to the fire? I bet it's warmer over there, and it doesn't look like the snow will be stopping any time soon."
"I guess I just enjoy watching the snow fall. It's so beautiful."
"Yes, it is," Curtis agreed, but his eyes were locked on the russet fur in front of his muzzle. He nosed at Riley's neck, breathing in his scent and making the fox squirm a bit. Grinning, his right paw found itself questing downward, his fingers dancing slowly across the fabric of the fox's sweater.
Riley giggled softly, his trapped tail beginning to wag against the wolf behind him, "Fine. You win."
The fox allowed himself to be steered over to the loveseat next to the fire. Curtis' paw didn't stop its movement as he pulled Riley down to cuddle next to him on the couch. He grinned, briefly reaching over with his innocent paw to grab some of the popcorn on the sofa table before handing it to the fox. After he took his own mouthful, he leaned back into the cushions and wrapped his arm back around his boyfriend.
By this time, Curtis' fingers were tracing along the outline of Riley's foxhood, obviously erect despite the denim of his jeans. The fox choked on the popcorn he was chewing briefly before leaning his head back against the wolf's chest and allowing a soft moan to escape his maw as the fingers on his crotch became more goal-oriented. He could tell that the wolf was enjoying himself as well, based on the bulge he could feel against his back and the scent of desire that began to permeate the air.
"Where are you going?" Curtis asked as Riley suddenly sat forward and got up from the couch, his tail wagging slowly.
"Just a sec. I just want to give us some mood lighting before we have any more fun," Riley grinned as he padded over to the light switch, making sure that Curtis got a good view of his arched tail and rump. He turned the lighting nob until the lights were barely on, accenting the light from the fire, and leaned his back against the wall for a moment as he gazed back at the couch.
He grinned as his eyes focused on the wolf's gorgeous face, the markings the perfect mix of grey, white, and brown. The glow from the fire reflected majestically off of Curtis' piercing green eyes, and Riley found himself lost in them for a moment before his appraisal moved on. He watched as Curtis shifted impatiently, his lithe frame sprawled back on the couch waiting for him. His grey university hoodie would slip off easily enough, and he'd had plenty of experience undoing the wolf's khaki pants.
"Enjoying the view?" Curtis asked, half playfully.
"Mmm, yes," Riley giggled as he padded back to the wolf. Once he got there, he sat on the edge of the couch and leaned into Curtis before the wolf gently brushed his muzzle against the fox's more slender maw. They kissed deeply for a moment as Riley brought his paws up to wrap his arms around Curtis in a passionate embrace. Riley broke the kiss and gave the wolf a quick but seductive smile before he licked his nose and went for the grey fur sticking out of the hoodie. He kissed slowly down the nape of Curtis's neck , enjoying the sensation of the soft fur against his whiskers, and began to play with the wolf's brown braided belt with his nimble black fingers.
Curtis' panting became obvious as Riley undid the wolf's pants and slipped his paw in while simultaneously pulling the fabric down. He eased the boxers, now slightly damp from the wolf's excitement, over the very erect pink shaft. The cock wasn't in the air for more than a second before Riley wrapped his paw around it, massaging gently, his other paw reaching down to fondle the wolf's soft, cream furry sac gently. Curtis whined appreciatively, his tongue hanging out slightly, as Riley slipped off the couch to kneel in front of his prize, his fingers tracing circles around the shaft expertly.
The sensual touching caused the wolf's knot to swell as a couple drops of arousal were produced from the tip of the shaft. Riley leaned forward slowly, breathing in and enjoying the musk of the wolf before he let his tongue lick at the tip. He continued in this manner for a minute or so, his tongue darting along the length of the shaft as his paws kneaded the length, eliciting guttural moans from Curtis, who was obviously enjoying the sensations. He decided it was time to really make the wolf whimper as he licked along the entire length once or twice before slipping it into his muzzle, his tongue dancing around and exploring the areas that he knew had the most effect. Riley wasn't disappointed by the wolf's reaction as he heard Curtis' tail thump on the couch a couple times.
As the fox's dexterous fingers manipulated the folds of Curtis' sheath and massaged his growing knot, he somehow found the composure to bring his right paw forward to rest it between Riley's black ears. Instead of taking control of the movement, the wolf allowed the fox to continue the task as he drew random patterns through the russet fur with his claws. He was getting close, but neither the wolf nor the fox planned to finish in this position.
As if following some unspoken acknowledgement, Riley slipped his muzzle off of the wolf's dripping erection before giving it one final lick. Allowing his paws to take over the pumping and enjoying the slick ease with which his pads slid over the smoothness, he leaned forward into the couch while lifting his muzzle up to meet Curtis in another brief but pointed kiss as the wolf's arms surrounded him, rubbing his back on their way to the bottom of his sweatshirt.
Following the wolf's lead as his sweatshirt was pulled up and over his head after lifting his arms and allowing the garment to be tossed to the ground, forgotten, Riley attacked Curtis' hoodie and white undershirt, slowly easing them up his torso as he allowed his thumbs to drag behind, his claws tracing and leaving behind slight trails of disturbed fur. As soon as both canids were shirtless, they fell to kissing once more, hugging tightly (Riley's paw had found Curtis' wolfhood once more) as the wolf discreetly kicked his pants and boxers off of his legs.
This time Curtis was the one to break the kiss as he leaned back into the couch, his teeth glinting slightly in the firelight because of his wide grin. His ears flicked quickly as his paws found themselves at the fly of Riley's jeans and unbuttoned them easily before undoing the zipper. Riley giggled, his muzzle close to the wolf's as he felt his hardness explored briefly through the fabric of his bikini briefs before the paw slipped in to rub its pads against it directly. The fox obligingly maneuvered his tail as the wolf began to pull at his pants, and after a couple easy kicks, the couple found themselves quite naked as they busied themselves in tangling their limbs and tongues once again, their erections grinding into each other.
"Do you think you'll be OK like this, or do I need to run and grab the tube in my backpack?" Curtis asked surreptitiously.
The fox considered this a moment, his paw moving down to stroke the wolf's erection for a moment, "I think I should be fine after I give you another lick or two." He grinned and eased himself back down to the wolf's sheath, his nose tickling the fur of the wolf's cream stomach, and drew his tongue against the sensitive organ a couple times before looking back up at the wolf with his azure eyes, "I think that should be perfect," he grinned.
The wolf merely nodded as he slipped his paws down the black coloring of the fur on the fox's back. Grabbing him gently around the hips and with the fox's help, he pulled Riley up onto his lap as he found a more convenient position on the couch, his tail hanging off of the side. Riley's tail was wagging slowly, its black tip weaving back and forth in the air excitedly, as he nuzzled lovingly at the wolf's ears while positioning himself in a straddle on top of him.
Riley reached back while lifting his tail in order to gently guide the wolf's waiting member into him. They brushed their muzzles lightly, sharing a shuddering gasp, as Curtis lifted his hips at the same time that the fox eased himself down. The first thrust penetrated the fox a couple of inches as he found himself lost in the added sensation of another kiss, his arms wrapped around the wolf and his shaft buried in velvety cream fur.
Riley was forced to break the kiss as he grunted softly and touched his forehead to Curtis'--the second thrust had doubled its entry. The fox fought the instinct to roll his eyes back as he stared determinedly into the wolf's dazed but intense eyes. The feeling of the soft fur of Curtis' balls against his tail signaled that the wolf was all the way into him and that the worst was over, but it really hadn't been that bad--they'd have to try this more often.
At this point, the fox let the wolf take over, and he preferred that anyway. Curtis knew what felt good, and was quite adept in his thrusting movements. His hips worked up and down slowly at first as his tongue hung out of the side of his muzzle--Riley found this expression particularly cute, and he had to consciously keep himself from licking at the panting tongue; well, as consciously as he was able in this state of euphoria.
Riley lost all sense of thought as the tip of the wolf's shaft brushed something inside of him, causing the fox to squeak, moan, and gasp, all at the same time. He vaguely registered the wolf's mischievous grin at this as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment or two, the sensation occurring again. The fox leaned forward and buried his muzzle in the wolf's neck, his increased squeaks and moans muted slightly by the fur as he felt the wolf's paw against his knot--as if he hadn't been experiencing enough of a mental overload already.
The wolf was obviously nearing climax at this point as his engorged knot began to push repeatedly up into Riley (the fox made distinct noises of pleasure at each of these meetings) until, with a burst of hormonally induced gusto, he thrust up completely, his knot keeping him in that position this time and successfully sealing the tie. The wolf half-thrust once more before his head fell backwards, his howl harmonizing with Riley's moan.
The final thrust had easily sent the fox over the edge, and white cream launched itself out of his shaft and onto Curtis' paw and fur in several spurts almost in unison with the warm sensations within him. Their combined orgasm was intense and seemed to last forever as their bodies resonated so completely with each other, their bodies shuddering. It was over too quickly after it was all over, and Riley found himself collapsed on Curtis' chest, breathing in the strong but pleasant scent of their love-making.
Lupine arms brought him out of his daze slightly as he grinned down at the wolf and giggled as Curtis licked the side of his muzzle. They'd be like this for a little while, and it was always Riley's favorite part. Well, OK, it was his second favorite part. He grinned down at the wolf, losing himself in the emerald eyes once more as he mused lazily about the sharp contrast of the atmosphere inside the cabin and the blizzard outside. He felt that he'd be warm even if he had to go outside now, with the wolf's arms around him, but he didn't want to. As far as he was concerned, he could stay like this forever, lost in his lover's embrace as the fire dwindled along with the sex-induced trance.
Curtis nuzzled into the side of the fox's head before hugging him as tightly as he was able in his position and whispered in the fox's ears, "I love you, Riley."
Riley's eyes were briefly blurry with a sudden happy surge of tears. He blinked down at the wolf and kissed him lightly before returning the nuzzle. His tail wagged slowly over them as he whispered back, "I love you, too, Curtis. And I always will." With that, he rested himself on top of the wolf, not minding the stickiness between them, and leaned his head on the wolf's chest as he gazed out at the storm. The snow was still falling. The fox breathed in the wolf's scent deeply and thought to himself, "Let it Snow. Let it Snow. Let it Snow."