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Dessert

I stood in front of the mirror and adjusted my green tie so it wasn't strangling me anymore. In the end I just undid the entire thing since my constant fiddling had made it too short. Ties were not my specialty, there was always something wrong, it was either too short or too long for my liking.

"Need help with that?" Henry asked from behind me where I could see him shirtless from the mirror. I immediately centered on the red mark on his shoulder where I had accidently bitten him the night before. He said it was alright and that it was an honest mistake, which it was, but I still felt guilty about it. Who bites their lover hard enough that there were still teeth marks the next day?

"No, I'm fine." I said and tore my gaze away from the mark. I needed to focus on getting the damn tie on right if we were going to make our reservations on time. We did finally decide to go out and eat a nice dinner instead of having another romp on the couch. The couch had seen enough action. It was an odd thing, the bed was supposed to be the place to have fun, not the living room furniture. I'd hate to think of what it would look like under a black light. It would definitely scare away any guests if we ever had someone over.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and take the tie away from my hands. "I don't think you're fine by the way that new knot looks." Henry smiled and pecked me on the cheek before he took over and began the process of fixing my mess. In my thinking, I had mindlessly tied another helplessly ragged knot that had the tie going well below my crotch.

"Which knot are you speaking about?" I chuckled and he reddened in the cheeks, the true meaning not being missed.

"This one you goof." He finished and stepped back to let me get a good look at it. It was perfectly done, the end hung just above my belt buckle. "Now I need to finish getting dressed myself." He went back to the bed where he had his own clothes laid out. He picked up the white undershirt and put it on. I noticed that he slowed when he had to move his shoulder.

"You sure your shoulder is fine?" I asked him solemnly. With the shirt on, he turned to look at me.

"It's fine. You said you're sorry, I accepted the apology. End of story." He insisted. "Yes, it does hurt. It's going to hurt for some time, but you also need to remember my ass is going to be sore for a while as well." he grinned which reassured me.

"Alright, just checking."

"Thanks babe. Now let's hurry up, I don't know how long the restaurant is going to hold a reservation that was made only yesterday."

The restaurant did hold it even though we were a good half an hour late. I guess that's why it was rated four and a half stars. It was an Italian themed establishment that was somewhere between casual and fancy. Some of the patrons were in jeans with a button up shirt and others were more like Henry and me, with cheap suits. If I had known this before I would have been more casual since clothing atop of fur wasn't the most comfortable thing to have to deal with for hours on end. I found myself scratching at my neck as the collar of my shirt chaffed it.

"Would you stop that? You're going to undo the tie again." Henry said as he pulled us up to an available parking space between a red sporty car and a green truck. A truck?! Someone must really have to have some disposable income to have one of those in this day and age. They weren't the most affordable since the amount of taxes on energy inefficient vehicles was insane. On top of that, gas was never cheap, even when they made a way to create a synthetic gas that pulled carbon right out of the atmosphere.

I looked away from the truck when our own vehicle stopped. I say our, but it was really Henry's. Nothing special, an old blue Toyota that Henry had owned from well before our relationship had started. Speaking of Henry, he was frowning.

"What?" I asked when I didn't need to because I noticed that I had undone the tie again. "Oh, well..." I tried to formulate an excuse, but it stopped dead in my head.

"Never mind." He shook his head. "Just leave it, and let's enjoy the night." He opened the door and stepped out and I did the same.

We walked over, across the street where a slow trickle of people filed in and out. Once inside, we walked up to a man in a stylish black apron and bow tie.

"Reservations?" He asked tiredly. The day was already gone and it was getting close to that time where a person would have been working for several hours. He had probably been standing there, bringing people to their tables for a good three hours. I wasn't sure if it was the kind of job I would like. I was a button pusher for a major corporation. Eight hours of sitting in front of a monitor with small breaks scattered throughout wasn't exciting either. I just decided he had it no worse than me.

"Yes." I said. "Reservations for a Victor Green." He looked down at a small tablet device that was mounted to the podium he was standing behind.

After a short wait, he confirmed our reservations and grabbed a pair of menus before beckoning us to follow. The place wasn't packed by any means, but there were enough people filling the many rows of tables to make it seem healthily busy with waiters constantly going to and fro from the kitchen with food and drinks. My first impressions were good, it looked like a nice place just like the reviews had said. There was a small light that hung over each and every table, casting a warm orange glow in a neat little cone right over the red cushioned seats. I think that I had picked the perfect place to share a special night with Henry.

"Here you are." The man stopped at a table that was right next to a window with a great view despite being the table at the very back corner. I didn't expect much since I had only gotten the reservation today because a person had dropped it right as soon as I had made ours.

The waiter set down our menus and we took our seats under the orange lights. Henry had a wide toothy smile and was looking around at every little detail.

"Wow." He said. "This is really nice." He played with the white table drapes that hid our legs and mid sections.

"It's why I chose it." I said while looking through the menu. Everything looked enticing and delicious, especially the beef ravioli in marinara, nothing but meat. I never did like vegetables, but now that I was a dog, it seemed that I absolutely hated them. The smell of asparagus was bad before and now, it would drive me out of the room due to my keen sense of smell.

"Everything is so expensive." Henry noticed. It was, most of the items were close to twenty dollars. We were here though and nothing was going to change that.

"Get anything you want." I assured him. "I'm paying."

He raised an eyebrow and looked down and back up at me several times before saying, "It's your wallet."

I ended up getting the ravioli while Henry ordered the garden minestrone which was a thick bean soup that unlike my beef ravioli, was filled with nothing but vegetables. I also had a bottle of wine brought over. Henry had fussed a bit over that since he was driving, but I insisted. Cars had autopilot built in anyways.

The waiter was a young gentleman who had a very American accent that sounded like he was somewhere from the southwest, Arizona maybe? He had a nice tan that was most definitely not from New York, the city didn't get a lot of strong sunlight.

"Is everything all good gentlemen?" The waiter asked us politely. I tried to look at him with a straight face, but being on the third bottle of wine made that difficult and I ended up bursting out into guffaw.

"We're good, thanks." Henry, who wasn't as buzzed as me answered for the both of us. The waiter smiled and nodded before walking off to attend to the other people here, which was slowly decreasing as the night got later. In our back corner, we were alone and we liked that since it allowed us to talk as loud as we wanted to without risk of disturbing anyone.

"You..." I stuttered as I tried to grasp any sort of coherency. "You think we should get dessert?" We had long since finished our food, which was well worth the hefty bill that it was going to bring up, and were now just talking and drinking. We could leave at any time, but something was just keeping us there. Maybe it was the continuous supply of alcohol, but I would like to think it was because of the fun we were having, either way, I was happy and Henry was too.

"Maybe." Henry eyed the small dessert menu that had been left for us a while ago. It had an array of tasty looking cakes and ice-cream on it. I wondered if I could still eat chocolate.

"We'll have to wait a bit." I was looking around our barren corner of the restaurant. "It will be some time before the waiter comes back."

"I guess that gives us plenty of time for dessert." Before I could ask what he meant, he slipped under the table and the drapes. "I myself will be having the sausage with cream filling." He felt him grasp at my belt and soon it was undone, along with the button of my pants.

"I don't think this is the best place." I tried to push him away, but he persisted. "And plus, sausage with cream filling isn't a dessert item, it actually sounds sort of disgusting." No matter how much my boozed up head wanted it, doing it in public seemed wrong and slightly unsanitary.

"It's where we're at now, so it's the best possible place and plus, cream sausage is new on the menu." He grappled with the zipper, having defeated my feeble attempts to stop him. Soon he had my pants undone and had pulled them away as far as he could while I was sitting. I was looking around nervously, hoping that the waiter wasn't going to walk up and notice the table that was wobbling from the man beneath it who was pulling my boxers away and revealing my sheath and half erect penis.

"Can't this wait until we get back hoOOOOO!" I was cut off as he greedily took what was exposed into him mouth. I looked down and could only see my legs disappear under the drapes since Henry had put them over my legs to hide his dirty deeds from view. Obviously, I didn't need to see him to know what he was doing, the wave of pressure going through me was more than enough.

He began to lick and suck me up silently all the while pushing my sheath back to expose the rest of my red and pulsing member. He grasped the area right behind my knot and began to gently tug at it.

I did all I could to contain the moan in my throat and ended up sitting stiff in my chair with my legs jutting straight out. I saw the waiter on the other side of the room, but he wasn't heading towards us, a family of four waved him over, keeping him busy.

Another tug made me clench both my eyes and my teeth. It was amazing, his tongue wrapped around me, using it to stroke me like nothing before. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, only stopping when my tip hit the back of his throat. I think he would have tried to deep throat if it wasn't for the angle. Each second of the attention I was getting was pushing me closer to the edge. Even with my wracked nerves, he was doing a great job of getting me close to blowing my load.

I was tearing a poor napkin to ribbons as I was clenching it between both of my fists. Then I just let it all go, the napkin and my seed that went straight into in ready and willing mouth. My body spasmed and I involuntarily bucked up into him which he took in stride. I felt him sucking me for all I had and he got it.

I leaned my head back and breathed out a long sigh when it was done. I was spent and was feeling a mixture of nervous tenseness and relaxation from getting the oral.

Henry appeared on the other side of the table, casually sitting in his chair as if he never left. Just in time as well.

"Would you like some dessert?" The waiter walked up to our table, completely oblivious to what he had just missed.

"We're good." I said and slowly began to slip my limp cock back into my boxers without appearing like I was masturbating under the table.

"Ok." He set down the bill on the table and began to walk away, but stopped and looked at Henry. "Sir, you have something on your cheek."

Henry reached up tentatively with a finger and felt the small dab of white fluid that had planted itself right on his left cheek. "My bad." He quickly wiped it away with his napkin. "Thank you."

I paid the bill, not even caring about how much money I had spent and we made a hasty, but dignified exit to the car.

"That was insane." I sunk into the stiff seat of the passenger side of the car. Henry didn't turn on the ignition immediately. He looked over at me slyly, a glimmer in his eyes.

"It was great, you have to admit that."

I didn't want to, but I did with a quick nod. It was a side of Henry I didn't know existed. Sure, he was up for sex in the private confines of our home, but I never thought he would try something like that in public.

"The thrill of the idea of being caught while having you at the tip of my fingertips." He bopped me on the nose playfully with his finger. I realized that he was still drunk, in fact more drunk than me even though I drank the most. He couldn't hold his liquor. The way he swayed in the nonexistent breeze of the car and how his eyes were half closed with a soft smile that was permanently plastered to his face.

"You're drunk." I stated and bopped him back.

"Yes I am." He admitted proudly. He seemed like someone who had just accomplished a life achievement of sorts. I suppose he did in a way, oral in public, it would have been on more than a few people's list of daring things to do.

Henry turned the car on and to my relief, set the autopilot to bring us back home. The car began to speed away from the restaurant which was twenty minutes away from the apartment. I looked out of the window and watched the traffic zip by. It was impossible to see inside of the other vehicles due to the high speed we were going at, which gave me an idea. No threat of being caught.

Henry was gazing listlessly ahead, unaware of my creeping paw that rested right on his lap. "What are you doing?" He asked in a slur, the alcohol was really hitting him now that he was relaxing.

With a pluck of a claw, his belt was undone. "I." I spoke in stutters to prolong the moment long enough to undo his own pants button. "Didn't" His zipper was down now. "Get." I tugged at his boxers and revealed his slowly growing erection. "Dessert."

Henry didn't deny me my own cream filled sausage.