Mated in Truth
#4 of A Weekend at the Realm
As I promised, the fourth chapter of A Weekend at the Realm, I hope you enjoy it.
As always, comments are appreciate and requested.
continued from 'Living the Daydream...'
The first thing that Tom perceived in the darkness behind his eyelids was the air filling his lungs as he drew in a deep breath, countless scents accompanying it. Each scent was so vivid and intense to his vulpine nose, he could almost see them, images forming in the pleasant dark. Instantly, his mind seemed to focus on the faint scents, the ones least present, identifying once more the now familiar fresh scents of the mountains before dawn; moist pine and loamy earth, rock, dew and the indefinable aroma of green, growing things. He even caught the anticipation in the heavy air, awaiting the touch of the sunlight. Nearer to hand, he could smell the scent of clean linens, the faint echo of wood stain and varnish, scents that belonged to the cabin spa. And then, with a gentle smile on his lips, the fox turned his attention to the strongest scents, the scents that, to his absolute delight, almost overwhelmed the others. His own scent, or rather, the scent of his fursona, was first, a pleasant aroma, slightly earthy, tinged now with the fading aroma of sex and the omnipresent note of satisfaction. But, far more present was the scent that seemed to wrap itself around him, a scent he knew somehow he would never cease to enjoy. It belonged to his lover, the handsome grey wolf he was waking up to for the second time.
Slowly opening his eyes, the red vulpine looked down the length of his body and smiled. Even in the dim light of predawn, he could see the many subtle shades of the grey fur that covered the arms that encircled his chest, and the tip of the wolf's tail, which was entwined around his own fluffy fox tail, showing that the wolf had kept his promise. Smiling, Redtail twined the fingers of his hand with that of Greystone once more, the lupine giving an unconscious nuzzle to Redtail's head, pulling the fox he was spooning a little closer to him. Heaving a soft, pleased sigh, Tom pressed back against the wolf, letting his mind drift. He felt far better this morning than he had in quite some time and it took him a while to list the many reasons for it. He had spent a wonderfully relaxing day with an incredible person, in an incredible place, culminating in a spectacularly romantic evening. Then, they had finished up that one hell of a first date by having some very passionate sex and falling asleep snuggled, and knotted, tight. And that last thought finally gave him something to settle on.
Yesterday, he had given in to the spell of this place, of suddenly being his fursona, and hadn't put up much resistance to the sudden urges within him, seducing the handsome Greystone, who had reciprocated the affection and desire gladly. But thinking back, the urge itself was what surprised him, not the fact that he had given into it. Outside his furry fantasies, he had never felt the remotest inclination towards being gay, and even in the fantasies he had had, he had never really given any serious thought to the 'what if, in real life,' scenario. And yet, here he was, waking up being spooned by a gay lover and feeling absolutely wonderful about it; what was more, whenever he thought about the handsome wolf, his heart ached, yearning to be even closer to him. That made for an awfully sudden shift in preferences. But, when he drew in another breath of air filled with Greystone's scent, felt the wolf's soft breath flitting through the fur of his neck, he realized he didn't, indeed, couldn't, care at all. It felt wonderful to be held like this, and he felt ever so slightly disappointed that they were no longer tied, though he knew it was ridiculous to expect that wonderful, ultimate, physical intimacy to have lasted this long.
Smiling to himself as a thin shaft of light slid into the room through the doorway, alighting on the other side of the room from where he was facing, Redtail found himself idly wondering what they were going to do today. After all, it would be awfully hard to top what they had done yesterday. Then, at once, his mind was fully awake and focused. 'Today? What am I going to do when I leave?!' The question swept all the sleepy cobwebs out of his brain all at once and he found suddenly that he didn't even know where to begin. What was he going to do about this? He certainly enjoyed being with the wolf, but did that mean he was actually bi all the time, or just for furs, as he had expected? Or, did his recent inability to find himself interested in the girls he was meeting mean he really was fully gay instead? And what on earth was he going to tell people? He knew his family well enough to instantly discard concerns about them. If he came out with the fact that he was bi or gay, they would be fine with it. That wasn't a worry. His friends might be another story, well, the non-furry ones might be. But then again, Chris had always had the attitude that if they had a problem with it, then that was their problem, an attitude that Tom had always supported. Chris...
"Damn." Redtail whispered softly into the quiet morning, a sudden uncomfortable realization exploding in his brain. Forget the rest of them, what the hell was he going to say to Chris? It wasn't that he thought Chris wouldn't be ok with it; after all, that was a conversation they had had so many times, they teased one another about it. But, even as he pressed back into the wolf's luxurious embrace, drawing comfort from its warm closeness, he felt a sudden chill sort of worry take root in his guts, his thoughts on his dearest friend. It took him a few moments of puzzling over the sensation to figure out what it was, and when he did, he was shocked to put a name to it. Guilt; and not just a little guilt, but full on, un-refutable, punch-in-the-gut sort of guilt. But, what did he have to feel guilty about?
Was he feeling that way because he had given in to the urge, getting it on with another guy? That didn't seem right... After all, he had never had a problem with gays, and his best friend was openly bisexual, so he clearly didn't have a problem with the concept. Was it then that he had been the one to take the next step, moving the moments along until they had ended up like this? That couldn't be it either; he had never been shy about showing what he wanted in relationships with girls, so it stood to reason that he would be similarly as assertive with a guy. But then, as he looked down, puzzling over the feeling, his gaze resting on their linked hands once more, it suddenly occurred to him, as strange a thought as it was. He felt guilty, not because he was lying here with a guy, but because the guy wasn't Chris; that it wasn't Chris who was holding him, that it wasn't Chris who he was waking up to.
Shaking his head slightly, the fox tried to ignore the feeling. It was ridiculous. After all, it wasn't like Chris had any claim over him; no more so than Tom had over him. Neither of them had ever tried to influence each other's choices of partner. And whenever Chris had been with someone, Tom had never been remotely jealous, though he had to admit that whenever someone had broken Chris' heart, he had wanted to beat the tar out of them for it. But that was just caring for someone who was more like a brother than a friend, and maybe even closer than that. Wasn't it? Then again, he really hadn't been joking when he had said that, if he were to go this way, he would probably make a pass at Chris. Was that it then? He had certainly gone that way, so was it that he hadn't given a shot to his best friend? Or maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe he just felt that he wasn't being fair to Greystone; after all, the handsome wolf was a really nice person, kind and caring. Troubled, Redtail turned over in the wolf's arms, nuzzling his lover's neck fur, laying their chests against one another. Wrapping the wolf in his arms even as the lupine tightened his embrace around him, the fox tried to put it out of his mind, but the feeling wouldn't go away. He felt the wolf stirring in his close embrace a moment later and he smiled, giving the grey furred neck that filled his vision an affectionate lick.
The wolf let out a contented sigh at the feeling and Redtail's smile broadened as he pulled back a little, rising up on one elbow to examine his companion in the dim light. The wolf's eyes were open and his expression was one of deep content, but strangely, the look in his blue eyes didn't quite match, like something troubled him. Feeling his heart melting at the thought of the wolf who was pressed against him, Tom put one of the questions to rest in his mind. Whatever he ended up telling Chris, he did owe Greystone a fair chance, too; it just wouldn't be right otherwise. Then, even as the wolf yawned, showing his sharp canines to the morning light, Redtail blinked, squinting. The shaft of sun streaming into the bedroom was reflecting off of something, something that had many points of light on its surface, like tiny mirrors.
It was on top of what looked like a gym bag he hadn't noticed before, which had been tucked neatly into the corner on that side of the room, folded green clothes on top indicating that it belonged to the wolf. But then, the fox's eyes went wide, the image that he was seeing so incongruous, so out of place, that he couldn't seem to make it fit, like it was a puzzle piece from a wholly different puzzle than the one he was working on. The light bounced and scattered from one smooth, flat edge of a stone, shaped in a rounded diamond, grey, with many flecks of mica. That stone couldn't be here. There was no way it could be here. But then, little pieces started to fit themselves together in Redtail's brain, little bits of mystery that had always been in the background of his mind. The things Greystone knew, things there was no way a stranger could know; the way he smiled, the look in his eyes; the way he talked... in a strange way, it all fit suddenly. And at once, the guilt was gone, as if it had never been...
"Chris." Redtail said softly, and he saw Greystone freeze for just a moment, a single heartbeat, then raised his eyebrow as if confused and Tom knew his guess was right.
"Chris? Who is Chris?" The wolf asked, his tone perfectly believable, but the fox caught the slight shift in his icy blue eyes, a shift as familiar as his own name.
"Come on Chris, I know it's you." Tom stated, giving Greystone an expectant look. For a moment, the wolf kept up the pretense, then he closed his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh.
"I knew it was too good to last." Chris remarked, shifting back from the fox a ways, untangling from their intimate embrace. "How did you know?"
"I am not sure." Tom replied, allowing his friend his space. "I guess I have had my suspicions since the moment you first told me your name. But I didn't know for sure until I saw that." The fox nodded towards the bag in the corner, and the winking reflection off the mica in the stone necklace, demonstrating what he meant. The wolf grimaced, his grey fur warming with a blush again, chagrined. "You know, if you really wanted me never to know who you were, you shouldn't have kept that around."
"I never go anywhere without it." The wolf stated quietly, half in explanation, half in embarrassment. "Not even here. I only took it off this time because I didn't want to make it obvious. But there is no way I would leave it at home; it means too much to me." Cocking his head, Redtail felt a pleasant blush of pleasure warm his own cheeks and he smiled slightly at the odd compliment. For a moment, the pair were silent, a sudden awkwardness springing up between them, mostly just a lack of knowing what to say next, both all too obviously avoiding thinking about the extent of what they had done together this weekend.
"Just tell me one thing Chris..." Tom began, and the wolf looked up at him, his ears drooping with suspicion.
"Why?" Chris finished and Tom nodded. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Greystone looked away again before replying. "I...I just wanted you to have a good weekend, one good enough to put all the stress behind you, so you would be happy again." At the lame answer, Tom raised an eyebrow and the wolf continued, his voice holding an odd tone in it. "Tom, you have been my best friend since we were seven years old. You were always there for me, no matter what was happening. It's been tearing me up, knowing about this place, and not being able to tell you. I know how you feel about male furs, and I didn't want to risk putting you in a situation that couldn't last."
Cocking his head in confusion, Tom shook his head, not getting what he meant. Chris was silent for a little, then continued, opening his hands as if trying to emphasize the point. "I've seen it before. We all have. Everyone who works here has seen a romance develop between furs and seen what it does to people when they go back to being human. When we are like this, most of us are very different than we are outside the Realm. When they go back, the memory of what they did tears them up inside, usually because they don't have the confidence to do it again, when they aren't their fursona, I mean. I couldn't risk it happening to you. It would have killed me to see it. But...When I saw what was happening to you, how much stress you were under... I couldn't just ignore it." The wolf shook his head again, his voice carrying a tone of such earnest concern that it made Redtail flush with concern for the wolf in turn, as strange as that sounded, his ears drooping just as much. "I thought if it was me here with you, if it was me tending to you, that I could stop it from going too far, I could give you the relaxation you needed without... that... happening." The wolf was silent for a moment, then he let out a sound that was like a whimper, his voice thick with remorse. "I guess I was wrong about that. I'm sorry I screwed this up. I never meant for things to go this way."
The wolf started to turn away from the fox, tears glittering in his eyes, rolling away towards the edge of the bed. But, before he was even flat on his back, Redtail had stopped him, one red furred paw resting on his arm, a gentle touch that was nonetheless steady, insistent. Gently, but irresistibly, Tom turned his friend back towards him, reaching out to brush away a tear with the pad of his thumb. The wolf's ice blue stare almost reluctantly met the hazel of the fox and Tom smiled encouragingly, both shivering as the familiar tingling rush flowed down their spines as they looked deep into one another. But the look the wolf gave him in return was so miserable and forlorn that Redtail forgot all about the surprise of finding out the truth, forgot all about the impending shock of realizing the things he had done with his best friend, forgot even about the seriousness of the conversation. All of that went right out of his mind in an instant and he pulled his lover close, tucking the wolf against him and holding him in a tight hug until he felt Greystone reciprocate, clinging to him, his muzzle buried in the red fur of his chest, his head tucked under the fox's chin, bitter tears trailing in silence from his eyes. For a long few minutes, the pair were silent, only their breathing to be heard, holding each other tight, then, finally, Redtail spoke, his words soft, warm and welcoming.
"Chris, how long has it been since we weren't able to talk about something, no matter what it was?" He asked rhetorically, stroking the soft fur of the wolf's back, nuzzling his ears gently. "This is kind of a big deal, but... how many of those have we dealt with over the years? How many times have we had to talk about things that made at least one of us nervous or uncomfortable? I can't even count them all." When the wolf leaned back a little, looking at the fox once more, a little less morose at the shared memories, Redtail smiled again, nodding slightly. "So...let's talk."
"I shouldn't have done...I shouldn't have let it..." The wolf started to say, then let out a reluctant chuckle. "I shouldn't have kissed you back. I shouldn't have let it go on. And I certainly shouldn't have...you know."
"So..." Redtail asked, carefully prodding the conversation along, a suspicion building in his mind, a slight grin on his lips. "Why did you?"
"I...I, uh..." The wolf said, biting his lip. Finally, when Tom looked at him expectantly, the wolf rolled his eyes and grimaced, his words coming out in a frustrated rush. "I have had a serious crush on you since high school, alright?" At Redtail's grin, the wolf continued, blushing fiercely. "How could I not? You are a great guy, and even back then we were closer than anyone we knew, even the couples that got married right out of high school."
"Well, I'm flattered." Tom said, meaning every word. After all, Chris was the one person whose opinion he truly cared about. If he found him attractive, then that was quite the compliment. And as he thought about it, suddenly, the guilt he felt started to make a crazy kind of sense. A thought was building in his head, a realization that felt like a thunderhead growing on the horizon.
"Its just, you never showed any interest for guys." Chris said, glaring at him, as if not sure he was being serious. "And just knowing that you were in my life, and always there for me, was enough. But, when you told me about the fantasies you were having..." Shaking his head in confusion, the wolf paused for a few moments, seeming to be sorting through his thoughts. "I knew you hadn't changed. I knew it was just fantasy. But I started to hope, to dream really... I don't know. I started to wish, that it would turn out to be something more. That I might have a chance with you." Hearing the wolf say it that way made Redtail feel suddenly warm all over, his heart melting into a puddle in his chest all over again. At once, an irrepressible urge sprang to life in his heart, an urge to show the handsome wolf just how much that wish meant to him. The storm in his heart was breaking, and he welcomed it, knowing what it meant.
Giving a sigh, totally oblivious to the change in the fox's mood, Chris continued again, his tone of voice reproachful. "Its stupid, I know. But I've had dreams of being with you so many times that when you kissed me... I guess I couldn't help but think, 'this is my chance.' Yesterday was so like one of my dreams that I lost track of it all. But, when I woke up this morning, and I realized what we had done... I'm really sorry Tom. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry I tricked you; I'm sorry I..." But what else he was sorry for was suddenly cut off by the fox's muzzle as he kissed him, gently, lovingly, just the once, just for a few moments. Greystone's look of surprise and confusion at the feel of the vulpine muzzle meeting his was so comical that Redtail laughed.
"You big dummy." He teased, his tone filled with such a satisfied and unabashed warmth that Greystone smiled in spite of himself. "Do I seem sorry to you? Use that brain of yours. Who seduced who? I suspected who you were from the beginning, remember?"
"But..." Chris started to say and Redtail shook his red-furred head.
"No. No buts." He interrupted, still grinning. "I wanted it to be you. Maybe it is just this place, or just being like this, like what happened to the others you mentioned, but the more I think about it, the more I don't think so. I meant it when I said I would probably make a pass at you if I were ever to become interested in guys. Well, I'm definitely interested, so..."
"Is that what this has been? A pass?" Chris asked, his tone finally taking on his familiar joking manner, though his voice still held a lingering sadness and regret in it. "You really don't mess around when you make a pass, do you?" Laughing softly at the joke, Tom shook his head, nuzzling his lupine friend once more on instinct.
"You know me," he replied, the wolf beginning to chuckle. "Nothing half way."
"Seriously though..." The wolf replied, the sadness fading from his voice. "I am sorry I lied to you about this."
"I'm kind of glad that you did." Redtail said, meaning every word. "If I had known for sure at the beginning, it might have stopped me. But instead, I got to experience all of this. I got to experience what it is like to be with you."
"But what about..." the wolf said, half heartedly suppressing a growing grin that was steadily edging out the concern that he was trying to express. "You know, after?"
"'After'?" The fox repeated, snuggling in insistently against his friend until he felt the wolf snuggle in against him as well, pressing their furry bodies together. "'After' is two days from now."
"Yeah..." The wolf murmured, nuzzling the fox's neck, his voice slightly muffled from the red fur resting against him. "But this is kind of important."
"Oh shush, and let me finish." The fox said, giving his embrace a gentle squeeze. "'After' is two days away. I don't want to think about 'After' right now. I want to think about you. I want to think about the two more days I have to do this." Redtail punctuated the statement with another lingering kiss. "Two more evenings we can fall asleep together. And two more mornings I can wake up in your arms. Whatever 'After' means, I want those days."
"I do too." Chris replied, clinging tight to the fox once more, joy shining through his words as he returned the kiss. The pair held each other like that for a long few moments, neither willing to let the other go, as if their tight hold on one another was all that kept the dreaming moment from fleeing. Then, finally, the grey lupine broke the deep kiss, speaking again, his tone lacking any sort of uncertainty. "Well, its not like it would change anything between us. Even if we decided we couldn't make this work, I mean."
"I can't imagine how it would." Redtail agreed with a smile. "If anything, it might just make us a little closer."
Stroking his fingers through the fur of his companion, his gaze wandering over the handsome features of the wolf, Tom mulled a strange thought over in his head; the wolf's question had caught his interest despite his words to the contrary. But the thought wasn't really about 'After', it wasn't even really about the two precious days they had left. It was about this moment, this embrace. Never, in all his life, had he ever felt like this when holding someone close. It felt like the same giddy sensation of the first date, but at the same time, he felt almost like they had skipped all the big hurdles that you ran into in long term relationships, the awkward questions, the figuring each other out. Not even his longest relationship, the one that had lasted more than three years had felt this comfortable, this close...
Leaning back on the pillow a little, Tom looked at the wolf's face, admiring the lupine's form, and the fox felt himself memorizing every detail, every hair, every subtle nuance of coloration, every facet of this side of Chris. Moment by moment, he felt more and more certain. Every detail he committed to memory seemed to reinforce the familiar feeling that was rising steadily in him. There was a word he had never used to describe another person, not when he really meant it anyway, a word that he had never truly understood the meaning of. But this wolf, this wonderful person who held him so tight, this was the one. Suddenly, the four letters of the title seemed suddenly packed with meaning, more than he had ever imagined. The word summed up everything, everything that Chris meant to him, everything they had done together, this weekend and before, all the way back to the day they had met. This was the one person in the world he could call his mate and truly mean it. And the moment he knew it, the moment the thought came into being, he embraced it, knew it with a certainty beyond all doubt.
"Greystone," He whispered finally, his voice soft, his heart hammering in his ears as he leaned in close, resting his muzzle against the wolf's neck, gently nuzzling the fur. The pair had already broken every other barrier that weekend, and finally, with a deep breath, he happily broke through the last one. "I almost hate to break it to you, but I think I'm already in love with someone..."
"Oh?" The wolf teased gently, holding him close, giving him a gentle kiss as he drew the fox against him, Redtail feeling the wolf's heart hammering hard as well. "Is it anyone I would know?"
"I would certainly hope so..." Tom replied, chuckling slightly, his mate's gentle humor taking the nervousness out of the situation, leaving only the warmth behind. "He is quite a catch, even if he is a goofball sometimes. I just hope he feels the same way, so I can tell him without it being awkward."
"I don't think you have to worry." Chris replied, pulling the fox into another kiss, deep and passionate, his tongue meeting Redtail's in his muzzle, the intimate muzzle lock saying it all.
Clinging close, the fox returned the fiery kiss with equal passion, pressing against the wolf as tight as he could, the pounding pulse in his ears becoming almost deafening. As the moments of that intimate embrace lasted like hours, an unending expression of love, Redtail felt a shift in his heart, a shift he half expected to feel, if not quite this soon. Finally, as the vulpine and lupine couple broke their kiss, sucking greedily on the air, Redtail acted, stroking his fingers down Greystone's spine, hesitating only a moment on the base of his tail. Then, the wolf gasped, his gaze surprised as the fox's red furred hands suddenly gave his butt a squeeze, his hips pressing his sheath against the wolf's, revealing the tip showing itself. Grinning seductively, Tom ground their members together, coaxing the wolf's cock out from its hiding place once more. Shivering at the sensations, the wolf looked his lover in the eyes, his voice already growing husky from arousal.
"What, again?!" He whispered, the question making Redtail giggle. But, far from matching the mock frustration in his voice, the wolf's hands slid downward as well, until Redtail's tail flicked involuntarily as the wolf caressed his butt, gently tracing the fur that was still matted from their sex the night before. "I didn't think what they say about foxes was actually true..."
"I'm going to bite you if you don't quit joking." Redtail replied, matching his tone, though his fingers were mirroring those of the lupine, stroking the fur of his backside lightly, making the wolf's tail flick around as well. "Besides, I still haven't had my turn..."
"I guess you do have a point." The wolf stated, chuckling slightly, his penis giving an eager grind against Redtail's. Both panting with arousal, the pair finally shifted apart, their muzzles meeting in one last passionate kiss before they parted. Smiling at his lupine lover, Redtail gently pushed him over so he was lying on his back, the fox moving so he was almost prowling over the wolf, licking his lips in eager anticipation. Slowly, he dipped his muzzle down for a kiss, one hand tracing the wolf's ribs, the touch of his dull claw tips on his chest making his lover gasp. Then, he moved lower down with his lips, kissing his throat once more, then lower still, planting a kiss just above his solar plexus, his breath making ripples in the grey fur beneath him. Redtail was half tempted to repeat the treatment that the wolf had given him the night before, but Greystone would be expecting that. Smiling to himself, he slid further down instead, donating an ever-so-light lick to the wolf's erect shaft on his way past, tasting the residue of their loving on his flesh. The heady mix of flavors and scents, so much more intense than he imagined, was terribly arousing, making his member throb with arousal, but though he wanted more, to explore the tastes of his best friend's shaft more intensely, he held back, wanting something else first.
Dipping his head lower, the fox nestled himself down between the grey furred legs once more, playing his tongue out slowly, lapping at the wolf's tail hole, swirling his tongue around the ring of flesh. Greystone let out a sharp gasp at the unexpected sensation, a smile coming to the fox's lips as the wolf's back arched, the lupine shivering as his tongue explored him once more. Continuing his teasing of the sensitive flesh, the fox let his red furred hands roam freely across the wolf's hips, teasing and caressing his fur, but studiously avoiding his shaft. Finally, as the wolf began to pant, his penis throbbing and twitching with the beat of his heart, Redtail opened his jaws wide, being careful with his teeth, playing his tongue out as far as he could, passing it in one, long slurp up the wolf's rear, his nose filled with the heady musk of his lover's balls. The lupine's entire body seemed to tense up at the sudden sensation, the wolf letting out a long groan that only ended when Redtail's tongue tip flicked up to the base of his tail and the fox grinned to himself, the scent of his mate's privates making his mind sort of hazy.
Only desire seemed to penetrate the fog, the desire to give Greystone as much pleasure as he had given him. Without giving it another thought, the fox rose slightly, licking his lips, following his nose. Greystone suddenly lifted his head off the pillows, looking down in surprise as the fox's warm maw engulfed his entire sack, the sensation of his tooth tips on the sensitive flesh making him twitch with pleasure. Locking the wolf's ice blue eyes in his hazy view, Redtail slowly closed his lips around the prize in his jaws, sucking on the furry orbs very gently, careful of his teeth on the soft flesh, the wolf's hands clenching up at the unexpected sensation, Greystone letting out another moan of pleasure. While he sucked, the fox's hands gently caressed the wolf's member, feeling the contours of the flesh with the soft pads of his palms as he stroked, the throbbing pulse that meant Chris was quickly approaching his orgasm. Releasing the wolf's balls from his mouth with a lingering lick, the fox laid his chin on the wolf's hips, looking indulgently up at him.
"Feeling a bit eager, are we?" He teased, gently giving the wolf's shaft a squeeze, one hand encircling his knot, making the lupine glare at him with his ice blue eyes, a blush obvious despite his deep grey fur.
"Are you kidd-AH!! Haaaa..." The wolf exclaimed, his head landing back on the pillow as Redtail's muzzle very slowly engulfed his shaft from the tip, sinking as far down as he could, his tongue swirling up the member from the knot. It was a struggle for Redtail not to hurry, to take his time, prolonging the pleasure as long as he could, leisurely swirling his tongue along the shaft, savoring the peculiar mix of tastes. He tasted again the wonderful flavor of the wolf's flesh, the lingering note of musky seed, and a slightly bitter taste he knew came from himself, but one far from unpleasant when mixed with the others. Even as he gently sucked on the wolf's member, feeling the veins pulse and throb against his tongue as the lupine came perilously close to cumming, his instincts went to war within him. On the one hand, he adored the taste of the wolf's seed, and he would have happily sucked him dry...if he didn't also desperately want to repay him in kind for the pleasure of last night. Still trying to decide which he wanted more, Redtail suddenly saw Greystone's hands clenching up on the bedspread, his breath coming in gasps and a naughty idea suddenly came to him, a way where he might have both. Grinning to himself, the fox tightened up on the cock in his mouth, sucking a little harder, pressing it tighter to the roof of his muzzle with his tongue, the wolf shuddering at the feeling. Finally, the lupine gasped, his eyes squeezing shut with the effort of holding back. "So close..."
Taking that as his signal, the fox suddenly sucked hard, swirling his tongue faster, one of his hands gently squeezing the wolf's balls. The wolf was panting, his penis twitching in Redtail's maw and then, he let out a cry of ecstasy, his eyes opening wide as Redtail's other paw squeezed the base of his knot, mimicking a tie. At once, the fox felt the wolf's knot swell against his lips, his penis jerking, the tip spraying the first jet of sweet wolf seed against the back of his throat. Concentrating hard as the wolf's panting moans filled his ears, the fox let the wolf's load pool in his mouth, resisting the powerful urge to swallow it. The wolf's tip gave six mighty sprays of seed, the lupine's hips pressing upward into his vulpine lover's jaws, then Greystone grew still beneath him, a shiver passing through him as the climax subsided. Lazily sucking the last few drops of seed from the shaft in his muzzle, Redtail backed off, allowing it to slip from his jaws, the precious fluid still trapped in his maw.
"For someone who has only done it twice," Greystone panted, trying to catch his breath, "You are really, really good at that. I think you are even better than I am..."
Smiling in reply to the compliment, Redtail delighted in the taste of the wolf's seed on his tongue, allowing the lupine a few moments to recover, keeping his lips closed, rolling it around in his jaws, his saliva mixing with the precious fluid. Even as the wolf lay there, his muscles twitching feebly, the fox's eyes went wide, and he acted on the sudden thought without question. Moving to the side slightly, Redtail nosed his lover's hips, working his muzzle under them, raising his head slightly as he did so, his meaning clear. After a moment or two, Greystone guessed what he was after, giving a slight chuckle at the feral gesture, rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself up so he was on all fours, looking back over his shoulder with a suspicious expression on his face. Taking a moment to enjoy the view of Greystone's sexy backside, the fox leaned in, pressing his muzzle against the wolf, his nose against the base of his tail. Then, finally Redtail licked the wolf's tailhole again, the lupine letting out a pleased gasp as the fox's seed coated tongue rolled against him once more, spreading the natural lube across the ring of flesh.
Delighting in the idea of what he was doing, careful not to waste a drop of the mixture, Redtail swirled his tongue in a circle, ensuring that the wolf's hole was coated. Chris might have more experience with this sort of thing than he did, having been bi since he was sixteen, but he knew for a fact that the wolf hadn't had a male partner for a long time, his last two relationships having been with girls. He wanted the wolf nice and slick for what was coming next. But, even as he licked and swirled with his tongue, pressing it hard against the pucker, working a little ways inside, every motion of his tongue seemed to set his own flesh on fire, his own member hard as a rock, oozing pre onto the bed spread. He wanted it bad, so bad he wasn't going to be able to hold himself back much longer. Making a couple more passes with his tongue, he finally pulled back, making the wolf shiver at the absence of the warm appendage against his sensitive flesh. Bringing his left paw up to his muzzle, Redtail allowed most of what remained of the wolf's seed to spill out into his palm, finally swallowing what remained as he rubbed his shaft with the milky white fluid, his eyes glued to his goal.
Looking back coyly over his shoulder, Greystone licked his lips at the fox, wiggling his hips a little, a motion that made Redtail's cock twitch in his grasp. Finally, when Redtail's member was nice and slick, Greystone gave a flick with his tail, as if beckoning to him and the fox didn't hesitate. Moving up close to his friend once more, Redtail reached out, rubbing the fluid into the muscular ring, starting to push inside with his finger, as Greystone had done to him, but the wolf stopped him with a slight shake of his head, fiery desire clear in his ice blue eyes. Giving his lover a questioning look, cocking his head to the side, the fox raised his hips, leaning forward until his shaft nestled against the wolf's tailhole, grinding slowly against him. Shuddering at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath in anticipation, the wolf nodded, biting his lower lip.
Shrugging inwardly, Redtail took hold of his shaft once more, guiding it into place against Greystone, the sensation of his tip touching his goal suddenly setting an inferno loose within his body. For a moment, just a moment, the knowledge of what he was about to do filled his brain, and he hesitated, panting with exhilaration and desire. This was going to be a first, and more importantly, a first done with his best friend, but damn, he wanted it, exactly because of who it was. For a moment or two longer the pair sat there, as still as stone, their breaths coming in gasps.
Then, finally, Redtail pressed his hips forward, his tip working its way inside. He could feel the tenseness in Greystone's body, but the wolf didn't clench like he had, allowing the fox to work his way into his passage smoothly. Despite their efforts to slicken their flesh, it was slow work, but the sensation on Redtail's shaft as his first inch slid in was so intense it was all he could do not to suddenly slam forward as hard as he could, the fox letting out a gasp, shuddering. But finally, after a long minute of steady pressure, Redtail's knot was pressing against the base of the wolf's tail, their hips pressing together. Knowing how it felt to be on the other side, Redtail held still, allowing the wolf to adjust to the presence of the fox's cock inside him, delighting in the warmth that enveloped his shaft, every slight, subtle movement sending a sudden jolt of pleasure through him. Leaning forward slightly, he traced his dull claws through the fur of Greystone's back, dragging them down from his shoulders, making the wolf shiver with delight. Then, when the wolf looked back at him once more, giving a gentle nod, the fox tugged his hips backward slowly, the wolf still not tightening on him, pulling out as smoothly as he had pushed in. Finally, when only his tip was inside, Tom pushed forward once more, the penetration smoother, the passage loosened and slicked just enough.
Letting out a long, slow breath of pleasure, the wolf arched his back, pressing his hips into his lover, grinning broadly. For his part, Redtail was in heaven, the pleasure just as intense at it had been on the first thrust. Pulling back as soon as he was all the way up to his knot again, the fox started to build a smooth rhythm the sensations easing as he got used to them. But Greystone wasn't content just to kneel there. The moment he felt the fox's thrusting get smooth, the wolf suddenly tightened up on his penis, not quite clenching, but the change in pressure made Redtail gasp, a feeling like an explosion suddenly racing its way through his loins. Not about to be outdone, Redtail changed tactics as well, pulling back all the way, slipping his tip out from the wolf's body for a just a moment, then, before the wolf could relax his hole again, he suddenly thrust back inside, his knot slamming against the wolf's butt. Greystone sucked in a greedy breath of air at the sensation, his body jerking forward in surprise.
Instinctually picking up the pace, Redtail found himself leaning forward while he bred his mate, rising up slowly until he was almost looming over the wolf. Feeling the change in angle, Greystone immediately obliged, almost crouching where he was, lowering himself so the fox could be more comfortable. But, as Redtail pressed his body against the wolf, humping harder, the lupine raised his head, rubbing it affectionately against his own. That simple gesture made Redtail go even faster, both of them panting almost in harmony. But, even as he thrust harder against the wolf, Redtail knew he wasn't going to last for much longer. How could he? This was better than any sex he had ever had, excepting that of last night, the sensations building in his loins so intense he was already faltering, getting close. He couldn't imagine how Greystone had lasted as long as he had, since Redtail's passage was even tighter than the wolf was. And then, even as his lover let out a long moan as the fox's cock touched a sweet spot inside him, a sudden realization crashed over him, as if it was a thought that had leapt from Greystone's mind into his.
Greystone was his best friend, had been his best friend for so long that he couldn't imagine a life without him in it; more than that, the wolf had nursed a secret attraction and desire for him for years, never so much as hinting at it for fear of damaging their friendship. For that alone, he deserved every ounce of pleasure that Redtail could give him. And that meant he was going to last as long as the lupine had. Immediately, the sensations stopped building in his loins, his will hardening. The pleasure in his cock was still intense, so intense that he was moaning right along with the wolf, panting with exulted desire, but he was going to last, last as long as he had to, to truly satisfy Greystone. Mimicking the position he had so enjoyed last night, Redtail suddenly wrapped his red furred arms around Greystone's toned chest, his fingers tracing the outline of his muscles, hugging him tight, picking up his thrusting, humping even harder.
Greystone groaned suddenly, almost crying out with the pleasure, tensing his muscles around Redtail's cock and the fox let out a matching sound, muffled slightly by his clenching his jaw so tightly. He could tell Greystone was getting close now, the wolf's hips bucking back hard into him and he instinctually knew what Greystone wanted, why he was pushing back so hard. He wanted it too, wanted it more than anything in that moment, but he wanted to time it right. Pressing harder with each thrust, he felt Greystone relaxing the muscles in his butt once again, pressing backward longer with each thrust. And then, Redtail felt it, felt the muscles spasm slightly, the wolf riding the edge of his climax and the fox thrust forward as hard as he could, not letting up this time. He felt the wolf's muscled ring opening wider, stretching around the growing bulge, but he could see the wolf's grimace, his teeth set hard against the pain he had to be feeling.
At once, Redtail was conflicted. He wanted to tie the wolf, wanted it so badly his knot was throbbing, but he didn't want to hurt him. Chris might have had boyfriends before, but by his own admission, he had never had one that had possessed a knot and Redtail knew firsthand how much that hurt going in. He was just about to ease up the pressure he was putting into his hips, when the wolf suddenly spoke, his voice husky and labored, but also determined.
"Don't you dare..." Greystone gasped, pressing back with his hips harder than ever, working them side to side, forcing more of the hefty bulge into him.
"But I'm hurting you..." Redtail replied, almost whimpering, the instinctual need to knot his lover making him tremble. It was so close, the wolf's tailhole grudgingly giving in, but it hurt him to know that Greystone was in pain.
"So hurry up and knot me!!" Greystone commanded, managing to sound playful despite the effort they were both putting in. And then, just as had happened last night, he felt the tipping point, his knot starting to slip and he drew in a deep breath, holding it as he pushed. Suddenly, he was past it and in a heartbeat, his knot was in, swelling even larger, the wolf's tailhole squeezing tight around the base on instinct. He couldn't even begin to put words to how it felt. It was the most incredible sensation he had ever experienced, as if his body had suddenly become ten times more sensitive. He could feel Greystone's pulse through his penis, feel his prostate suddenly tighten up against his flesh. He felt Greystone sucking in a deep breath, the swell of his chest against him, could feel the wolf's pucker spasm against the top of his sheath, feel every exquisite detail of the moment. And then it was too much. Clutching Greystone tight to him, his balls suddenly clenched up to the base of his sheath and he cried out, his penis twitching and throbbing within his lover as he came, spilling his load deep inside the wolf. At almost the same moment, Greystone let out a cry of his own, the sound nearly a howl, his shaft twitching and jumping, spraying another load of wolf seed onto the bed beneath him.
The musky scent of his mate's seed on the air did something odd to him, something that Redtail had never experienced before. Incredibly, though he had just came, he felt the explosion of pleasure return again, even stronger than before, and he let out a surprised gasp as his penis started jerking again, spraying yet more seed into Greystone's guts, making his head swim from the sensation. This second orgasm didn't last quite as long as the first did, but he couldn't care about that. Finally, the fox felt everything relax, all the tension in his body disappearing in a moment. Panting hard, he let go of Chris' chest, putting his hands out to stop himself from just collapsing, his entire body trembling.
The lovers stayed still, panting and trembling against one another for a pleasant eternity, then, finally the fox drew in a deep breath, a silly, satisfied grin on his face. His body felt almost confused. Every sensation was still intense, from the feeling of their bodies pressing together as they breathed, calming down, to the warmth of the wolf's insides, locked tight around his vulpine equipment. He felt warm and pleasantly cool, excited and calm, satisfied, and yet, oddly, still full of desire. But it wasn't the desire for more sex. And at once, he understood why Greystone had held him as close as possible after they had tied. Shivering, he pressed himself as close to the wolf as he possibly could, desiring to hold him tight forever, luxuriating all the more in the feeling of their fur mingling between them.
At last, after a few more moments, the pair tipped over at the same time, landing on their sides, wrapping their limbs as tight together as they could. They were every bit as satiated and worn out as they had been last night, but neither dropped off to sleep this time. Instead, as Redtail spooned Greystone close, they simply lay, listening to one another breathe. Then, just as they started to slip into a doze even more pleasant than when they had spooned on the couch yesterday, Greystone spoke, his voice a whisper that's very tone seemed to ooze pleasured satisfaction.
"I'm going to have to change the sheets before tonight." He said, making Redtail chuckle, the non-sequitur seeming oddly appropriate to him. "We made quite a mess..."
"I think we made more of a mess of each other." Redtail replied, nuzzling Greystone's ears, his comment eliciting a giggle from the wolf as well. Looking over at the rest of the bed, the fox suddenly grinned broadly, realizing that they were scrunched over on maybe a third of the bed, the stains of their wild loving sort of taking up the rest. "You know, I think I understand why the beds are so big here..." For a moment, Greystone looked confused, then he got the fox's meaning and he laughed, a familiar, rich, hearty laugh that made the wolf's body tug slightly on Redtail's knot, making them both twitch with pleasure.
"Ha ha ha..." Greystone laughed, linking his fingers through Redtail's, the warmest, most satisfied smile the fox had ever seen on his lips, shaking his head slightly. Giving a sigh of utmost pleasure and contentment, he finally said it, the words Redtail had known and yet longed to hear. "I love you."
"I love you too Chris." Tom replied, pulling the wolf in yet closer, planting a kiss on the back of his head. Then, finally, even as the valley outside the cabin spa began to stir with the morning, the mated pair's eyes closed as they finally slipped into the pleasant doze once more, not sleeping, not truly awake, basking in the afterglow of their love, not a care in the world...