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Sometimes, the thing I'm most grateful for about my career is the schedule. A writer generally still needs a schedule, but I get to choose what it is. For me, the night is my home. Something about the dark, sheathing me, protecting me. And nobody can ever tell me to get to bed earlier, not and carry any weight. The lawyer will be ready in time for his court appearance, and the nurse is on call, but I can take my wakefulness whenever I want it. And I choose the night.

Ian lies beside me, gently stroking my chest fur. I look over and give him a smile. Every night I'm glad I asked him to be my mate. The only light comes from the screen of my laptop, set atop my legs while I type. One more paragraph and I can wrap this chapter up. Ian chuckles as my fingers flick more quickly across the keyboard. I usually don't write in bed, but I'm always eager to be finished when I do. There's generally a pretty nice reward for it.

"Done, then?" Ian asks as I save the document. I nod and close the laptop, setting it and my mouse on the desk beside the bed. Too dark now to see him, but I can still feel him. His paw slides across my chest again, reaching around my body to give me a gentle squeeze. "Good. I love you, Leon."

"I love you too, dear." We lie together for a time, just enjoying the feel of being with each other. Before long his head is on my chest, and I stroke him behind the ears. My eyes adjust, and I can make out my mate's face. His tongue lolls out of his jaw, nearly touching my fur. Headlights shine briefly through the window as a car passes outside, illuminating his red eyes that stare back at me. I can't help but squeeze my mate a little harder.

Ever since I was young, I dreamed of finding another wolf to cuddle with. I just knew it would be wonderful. His lean muscles, his soft fur, it would all be perfect. As I grew, I figured them childish fantasies, but I know now that I could never be so happy as I am with Ian.

A paw shifts down my belly, sliding under the blanket. I smile. Ian's never shy about what he wants, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Slow strokes of a finger circle my balls, making my cock poke out of its sheath. "Mmm," I moan. With his other hand, Ian flips the blanket aside, exposing us to the cooler air. He lifts his head from my chest, planting his muzzle on mine. His kisses, purer than spring water, cover my face. Each time our muzzles meet, I draw him into a long embrace.

He grips my dick with gentle squeezes as we kiss. With his other paw, he strokes my belly, making me moan even more into his muzzle. It isn't long before I find him directly over me, paws planted at my sides. I start to twist, exposing my rear to him, but he places a paw on my chest to stop me. "I want to face you," he says. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, licking his nose.

"Anything you like, love." He gives me a gentle hug before sitting up on his knees. His right paw presses our dicks together, sending a thrill up my spine. He pumps slowly at first, up and down. His other paw joins in, securing our members as he speeds up. I close my eyes and lay back against the pillow, letting the sensations wash over me, thinking about how much I love my mate. I can almost feel the strands of pre tying our shafts together as Ian works our dicks. My knot shows itself at last, Ian's paws bumping it every time he comes down. The pressure in my groin builds quickly, and I lay a paw on his, stopping him. "Take me?" I ask.

The dark can't hide his grin from me.

He scoots back, then leans his face into me. His wet tongue slides over my ass. My member becomes almost painfully hard as he works his tongue into me, prepping me. I can feel his hot breath, so close. I'm left panting when he lifts his face from my loins. He sets his knees next to my ass and lifts my legs onto his shoulders. I shudder with delight when his dick circles my hole, prodding gently. Gently, he enters me with light thrusts. Just the barest hint of the tip teases my hole. I whine, begging for more. He denies me only a moment, before sliding the next inch into my passage. I arch my back in ecstasy.

Ian thrusts deeper and deeper. His cock stretches my hole more and more. I moan louder and louder. He grabs my dick again, pumping it as he fills me. It's all I can do to hold back my orgasm. Grunts accompany my moans as Ian's knot bumps my ass. All I can think about is getting it into me, having it fill my ass until it deflates. The thrusts get harder, more forceful. My tongue flops out of my muzzle. I can only assume Ian's does the same.

Musk fills the room, becoming more powerful by the second. Ian's scent drives me even closer to the edge, but I manage to hold off. Now, each thrust stretches my hole just a little more on his knot. I can hear his faint growls starting to build. He's as close as I am. I tighten my ass around his dick, something that always drives him crazy. "Fuck," he growls. He pounds with more vigor, and I can't hold myself tight against the onslaught. He pumps my dick faster, and I can feel my orgasm coming, I can't stop it this time. Still, Ian's so close, so if I can hold off just a bit longer...

Ian slams his knot into me, pushing me far and beyond over the edge. Hot semen splashes across my chest and belly, and I can feel more filling my ass as it spasms in pleasure. We pant together for a time, reveling in our shared orgasm. I reach down to his paw, still wrapped gently around my cock. Semen still spills out of my dick, running down onto his paw. I sit up and bring it to my muzzle, licking my seed from his paw. When I finish and reach around to give him a hug, he flops down on me. The feel of his heart beating against my chest fills me with comfort. I pull him into a kiss, unbroken for several minutes, until the first rays of the sun peek through the blinds.

"Thank you, Leon," Ian says. He buries his muzzle into my chest. "I love you."

"I love you too, my mate." We lie together, hugging as closely as we can manage. Ian never pulls out, letting his dick retract on its own. The room grows brighter, signaling the end of my day. I rub Ian's fur softly, slowly, as we drift off to sleep. His breathing slows, and I know he's down before I, as usual. I plant a final kiss on his forehead. "Sleep well, my love."