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"Victor?" My ears raised up and turned towards the door to the living room instantly when I heard Henry's voice. He had been working nonstop recently due to a promotion he had gotten. Promotions were supposed to mean more flexible work schedules, but in his case, it meant more management duties that constantly had him working overtime. The extra money that was coming in was nice, but I would rather be with him more. We had been doing just fine before the promotion any way.

I had a few weeks of paid vacation since Hawthorne Medical was reorganizing the entire infrastructure of how it worked. Nearly everyone had simply been given a couple weeks off while they did their thing and so I found myself in my boxers, at home, in my bed.

"You in here?" He called out again. Every nerve in my body was screaming for me to bolt up and just run to him from our bed where I was reading a rather dull book that had been published about us Canis. It was all speculations and theories written in the chicken scratch that was called scientific language. I thought it would be good to know more about what was different about me, but I suppose I would need to learn that by myself. I wasn't going to complain. There were many things I had learned about myself. Some were annoying, like the insane amount of fur that seemed to instantly cover everything I sit on for more than two seconds. Other things required some help from Henry... If you know what I mean. All in all, I was more dog like. My sense of smell was fantastic at times and my hearing improved as well. I also got some urges as well, such as the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that I got whenever Henry left for work and the excitement that I was now feeling since he was home.

Finally, the need to see him overcame me. I had wanted to finish the page that was ironically discussing attachment issues that some Canis were experiencing and burst into the living room where Henry was. He was in his usual navy blue suit with a black tie that was undone and hung limply around his neck. His eyes drooped from the lack of rest, but he instantly straightened up when I came in. He didn't have enough time to even say hello before I barreled into him and pressed my lips right up against him.

If French kissing was sloppy before, it was truly a water works show now. He eagerly let me roam around the warm cavern that was his mouth and reached around to firmly grasp my right buttock. I yipped at the feeling and pulled my face away from his, a string of saliva bridged the small gap between our faces, connecting the tip of my tongue that hung out of my mouth to his lips.

"I missed you." I said to him and he smiled and used his free hand to run his hand down the back of my neck and scratched the back of my ear. The feeling was almost as good as sex, almost. I now understood why dogs loved to be scratched and petted so much, it was such a unique feeling. It wasn't just the pleasure of the contact, but I felt closer to Henry when he did it.

"I can tell." Henry laughed and looked behind me at my wagging tail. Any signs of fatigue that had burdened him the entire day were now gone.

"The curse of being a dog." I said without any regret and squeezed him tightly and then released him from my furry grasp to let him get away from the door.

He moved over to the couch and ungracefully fell onto it where he let his head roll back and lay against the back of it. "I have the rest of the day and tomorrow off." He reminded me with a grin that I knew all too well. It was the same look the night we patched up the holes in our relationship when I had first become a Canis. It was a night of pure passion and bliss and the mere thought of it was causing my loins to ache.

I moved next to him and took a set, letting my tail lay across his lap where he took a light hold of it. It was something he seemed to really enjoy about me. I mean, he enjoyed every part of me, there was no doubt about that, but my tail was easily at the top of the list. He held onto it like a child would hold onto a safety blanket whenever he could get a hold of it.

"What do you want to do then?" I asked and threw and arm over his shoulder to bring him closer to me.

He leaned into my shoulder and gently stroked my tail, focusing his attention on a few tangles in my fur. "I don't know. I don't get these that often, but I do want to make it special." He said, completely relaxed against me. I could have just fallen asleep right there if I wanted to with him next to me, that would have been special in that romantic sort of way. I wasn't really the romantic type and neither was Henry. We both had an understanding that simply being with each other was enough, but something else once in while wasn't bad. Henry loved to be kissed, on the lips, on the cheek, anywhere and not the dry pecks, but nice slobbery ones. Whenever I landed a few good ones, he would just melt in my paws.

I scratched my chin with a claw as I thought about things we could do, but ended up scratching where my chin used to be. It was a struggle to get used to the muzzle. It's said that you can see your nose at all times, but your brain ignores it. It's easy for the brain to do that when the nose takes up so little of your vision. It was not so for me. My nose seemed so far away all of the time and seemed to dominate the center of my vision at times.

I adjusted and had my claw scratching my chin correctly. "How about dinner?"

"Always thinking about food, are you?" He patted my belly which I admit was slightly pudgy. Laying around in the apartment while snacking all day was not the best way to stay in shape.

"You know it. It's one of the few things a dog thinks about." I gave him a toothy grin that got me a belly rub in return. I couldn't help but let my tongue roll out of my mouth. Kisses may melt him, but belly rubs were my kryptonite. Soon he had me on my back while he laid next to me with both hands scratching away on my soft and fuzzy stomach. He went in long, slow circles that got me panting and whining.

"So you think about food and rubs." He rolled atop of me and moved the scratching to behind my ears. "What else do you think of?" That grin of his returned and I shifted slightly to hide my growing erection that would soon begin to tent in my boxers. There would be a time for that, and it would be soon, but not now.

I knew where this was heading. He had been working all day, full of stress and all tight from it all. He needed to vent and I was the perfect thing to relieve him of it all. "There are a few more things." I puckered my lips out like an innocent school girl, trying to act oblivious to what he was implying. "I like to think about chasing cars at times."

"Do you really?" He chuckled and propped himself up with his elbows on my chest. He rested his chin on his palms and kicked up his feet so they hung above him. He truly looked like he was lying on the carpet that I was and was ready to listen to some story his grandfather was about to tell him. "Anything else?"

"There is this one thing that does get me quite excited." I kept up the innocent façade, talking slowly and trying not to grin too widely.

"Pray tell." He raised a bushy eyebrow. He kicked his feet back and forth slowly since any faster and his knees would grind into my groin.

I reached up and ran my paws along the side of his chest, feeling each rib. "It's something that I cannot go a single minute without thinking about. It's like an obsession I have. Everywhere I go, I see it in my mind."

"Is this thing a person?" I was surprised he was willing to play along with the little game I was playing. Like I said he was a simple man. To him, foreplay was often tedious and too complicated for him. He rarely needed something as silly as this to get him on, but I could feel his swelling manhood which meant he was enjoying every aspect of it.

"Oh yes." I nodded enthusiastically. "It's a person who I consider to be my best friend."

"Just your friend?" He pouted in a silly manner and tried to make a puppy dog face that nearly got me to burst out laughing.

"More than just a friend. A lover." My paws began to move south where they reached his belt. With him laying atop of me, I couldn't reach the buckle, but he got the message and let his feet down so he could use his knees to raise his hips. "A passionate lover that fills my thoughts with desire." I growled and in one sharp motion, tugged the belt away which snapped the air like a whip.

He got his tie off in a more controlled fashion and held it off the side of the couch with two fingers and let it drop to the floor silently. "Tell me about these desires." He insisted and undid the top button of his shirt while I undid the button and zipper of his pants.

"They are nearly uncontrollable at times." I kept the growl in my voice. It wasn't intimidating, a simple rumble that went through my chest with every word. "They consist of ideas and fantasies of things that I want to do to him and let him do to me." I slid his pants down to his knees and he kicked them off effortlessly. We were both tenting at this point with the glistening bright red tip of my cock peaking out. One thing that I learned very quickly about being a dog was, I leaked like never before. It wasn't a torrent by any means, but a constant and steady flow that had socked a large slimy spot on my red and blue striped boxers and was now collecting on me.

Henry had all of the buttons undone on his shirt, leaving his bare chest exposed to me to gaze at intently. He kept his body nice and slick everywhere but the top of his head, a stark contrast when compared to me. "You know." He leaned forward to my ears and whispered into them. "They don't have to be ideas and fantasies anymore." He then proceeded to nibble in the tip of my ear, getting me to murr loudly and bite my lips. This kept me blissfully unaware of where his hands were going. My own had gone back to his sides to hold him while his own were now digging themselves under the elastic band of my boxers.

The sudden sensation of my cock being grabbed startled me. I bucked up into his hand, all the while jerking my head back, pulling my ear away from his little love bites. "Whoa now. Don't get started without me."

"Then perhaps you should get in the game and get ahold of a joystick." I don't know where the video game references came from, but I didn't care in the slightest. Before long I had my own paws buried in his boxers, grabbing a hold of his own leaking member.

It began with very controlled strokes that did nothing more than tease, but quickly escalated. Both of our boxers were cast aside and both of us were on our sides facing one another as we began to jerk each other off. No words were exchanged during this time, the foreplay was over.

Henry used my own pre to help lubricate his hands as he slid it up and down my shaft since it had no foreskin anymore. Each jerk drew out more and more of my pre that was getting everywhere, the couch we were on, me and somehow a small bit had flung up and landed right on the very tip of his nose. It only got me more aroused.

He didn't have a lot of pre, but by the way his own manhood throbbed, he was just as turned on.

Getting jerked off was great and all but, it lacked a certain kind of intimacy. I looked at Henry in the eyes with a gaze that would have been perfect if "Hungry Eyes" was playing. Sex doesn't require words to communicate, body language was king and when in sync with your partner, we might as well have been psychic. It was time to move onto the real show.

Recently I had taken the more dominant position in the sexual relationship even though Henry was the more dominant one in the open and public aspect of the relationship. He was the responsible type who worked hard and planned out every day of his life to the second while I was the type who liked to watch the world go by and wave to it. On paper, that kind of relationship should never have worked, but he gave me a bit of stability while I introduced a healthy amount of chaos and that held us together, now it was going to be something more physical that was going to hold us together.

I pushed him up against the back of the couch. His lithe form sunk into the soft cushions as I pressed my hot body up against his and gave his groin a good solid grind, making both of us grunt with pleasure. My copious amounts of pre smeared his entire lower abdomen and my fur acted as a bad mop that only spread it more. I kept up the grinding, slowly going lower and lower with each pass until my member started sliding between his legs and towards his not-so-virgin opening.

The leg that was lower down had slid between the cushion and his other one was wrapped around me, giving me a comfortable position to move forward. I pushed myself between his cheeks. It was a strange angle, with me trying to get at his backside from the front, but my nine inches of ready meat was long enough to reach. It did not take long for me to properly lube him up, now I just needed to loosen him up a bit.

I forced a single finger into his opening and he pushed his face into the side of mine to stifle a gasp and I stopped. I would stop if he asked me too, no matter how horny I was, I would stop if I hurt him. It wasn't just about sex, it was about being with him. There was no request to stop, he kept his face planted firmly into the side of my cheek. His breathing was heavy and his hands had gone and grabbed a hold of that tail that he loved so much.

Confident that I was clear to continue, I pushed my finger in as far as I could before slowly drawing it out. A mere finger wasn't going to stretch him enough to accommodate me so I stuck in two on the next pass. His grip on me tightened and again, I waited to see if he would want me to stop. Like before, he didn't say anything. He was fully committed to this happening.

Satisfied with the work I had done on him, I left his now partially stretched hole long enough to roll him onto his back with me on top this time.

"Ready?" I asked, just to make sure.

He smiled at me and instead of verbally answering, kissed me long and hard.

I wasted no time then. While the kiss continued to run its course, I slowly pushed forward into him. It was a slow push meant to finish what my fingers had started. Henry was ready this time and didn't even flinch in the slightest and took ahold of me with his legs, forcing me to finish my thrusts as he pulled me in.

I have to admit, at that moment, pure bliss was an understatement. I ended up right at the base of my knot. Pulling away from the kiss. I inhaled deeply to get a nice whiff of his scent. The musky odor off his sexual needs and my own created an intoxicating miasma around me.

"You all right?" Henry asked despite being the one who was 'impaled' by me.

"Just admiring the view, the scents, all of it." I replied and began to rhythmically push in and out of him, each time going right up to the point where my knot would only just begin to enter him. Each time, it went a little further, rapidly bringing me and Henry to the edge of climax.

Henry's eyes were sealed shut in concentration. He was doing all he could to not blow his load right now. I had to slow down my own bucks to prevent myself from buckling under the intense pressure that was building up inside of me. It was a fight that no man could ever hope to win under such erotic and active circumstances, I would need to finish soon or risk going before getting to the grand finale.

Unable to hold back the flood any longer, I pushed forward with all my strength to force my knot past the point of no return. His flesh surrounded my own in a pop that I not only felt, but heard. The euphoria of having him envelope me turned on something in my currently sex driven mind and I clamped down on his shoulder. It wasn't hard, but enough to get him to grab on to me like no other time before as we both climaxed. He painted the painted the area between out tightly pressed bodies, the his milky white spunk seeped out from between us as each jet wracked his body.

I myself was in the process of filling up every available space inside of him since my seed had nowhere to go but further into him. I could feel each pulse travel up from my balls, up my shaft and then disappear into my lover. It lasted just seconds, but those seconds lasted eternity for me.

When it had all settled down and both of us were spent, I found myself breaking into hysterical laughter.

"What?" Henry asked, still out of breath and sweating profusely from out performance.

"I wanted to go out and get dinned, but..." I looked down at where I disappeared into him. "We're sort of stuck here now." Previous experience told us that it would be anywhere from twenty minutes to even an hour before we would be free.

"There's always tomorrow." Henry offered and squirmed a bit to find the most comfortable position he could find while being tied to me.

"Yeah tomorrow." I agreed. "A dinner at somewhere nice. Something special for the both of us."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"If we do the kind of special that we just did, we may not have time for dinner again." He joked, though it was a real possibility.

"We'll see what happens." I went in for another kiss. What was I supposed to do? We had a long time to share a nice moment since he wasn't going anywhere.