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Chapter 5

From: Ian

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Hey, do u want to pop

by after work today?

I was feeling a bit lonely

and was hoping u could

provide some company

to a lonely soul.

With love, Ian.

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The bus shook and made me sway in my standing up position, holding onto the handle from the roof beam. I straightened my back and took a firmer stance, glancing down at the phone in my hand. I suspected a certain bunny had spilled the beans I had a rough day today, otherwise why would poor Ian be reaching out to me in the middle of work? He'd usually call as my shift ended, not during it.

Of course either way I could never refuse an invitation from the white furred arctic fox, no matter my mood. I always had time for him.

A sigh escaped past my lips when the bus came to a stop and I got off. Looking in both directions I delayed only slightly before I started walking down the street, passing apartment building one after another.

I liked this part of Rosewood, everything here had an air of openness around it. Such as wide, smooth pathways and broad sidewalks. The air was clear and fresh, and everything was easily accessible. Though of course there was a very good reason for that.

Ian's building was coming up, a luxurious building only a few floors high and each floor had glass enclosed balconies with large windows, allowing much sunlight to beam through. I approached the entrance and pushed the doorbell button to Ian's apartment, waiting patiently to hear from the intercom.

"Yes?" A tired yet smooth voice sparked from the speaker, and I pushed the button to answer.

"Hello Ian, I have arrived just as promised." I spoke up, hoping my words would connect with the fox on the other side.

"Oh! Lukas! Come in, come in. Let me get the door for you." Immediately I heard the door buzz.

"Thank you, be there in a sec." And that was the truth. I pushed open the door and went right inside, taking a few steps up a ramp and came upon my destination. Not too bad living on the first floor, only...

I heard the door unlock, and slowly swing open by itself almost spooky like. Once it was fully open I stepped inside and was greeted by a familiar sight.

Ian, the most handsome arctic fox I knew, sitting in his wheelchair and smiled up at me. And one of the best friends I'll ever have. (Andy was a close second.)

"Lukas! So glad you could come on such short notice. I would have waited to ask you over until your shift was over so you could finish your job in peace, but Andy practically begged me to do something so..." He sounded much more alert this time and threw out his arms to shrug his shoulders.

"So here I am." I finished Ian's sentence while removing my shoes, causing a smile between the two of us.

"So here you are indeed. You feel like eating something? I uh... made dinner, if you want to call it that, yeah." Ian spoke and turned his wheelchair around using his arms, wheeling his way towards the kitchen.

"You know, after serving food all day I would absolutely -love- to be served some food myself. What are we having? Pizza?" I rubbed my hands and followed the rolling fox into the kitchen.

"Pizza? Ack, Lukas you wound me. Have you no confidence in my cooking?" He put on a pretend hurt voice and put a paw on his chest for dramatic effect.

I chuckled and gave a short shrug with my shoulders.

"Well..." I gave a vague answer and wandered over to where Ian was located by the stove, finishing up what looked like fried fish in the frying pan. One would thinking working in a restaurant day in and day out I'd get tired of smelling all kind of food but never tasting any of it. But now the tables have turned, sort to say, and I was starving.

"Just some breaded cod, lemon sauce and boiled potatoes. I made due with what I had in the fridge for such an occasion such as today." He said, wheeling over to the low counter and got a couple of plates out of the cupboard.

"You know I could do that." I offered.

"Oh shut up." He snapped back at me in an instant.

"I made the damn dinner, and I'll also serve it. So you'll just sit your ass down and let me handle this." He hissed out his words, sounding angry.

And I obeyed, but I took my sweet time to sit down and stared at Ian as he rolled over to the kitchen table where I sat and begun the process of setting the table.

"I know you can do it, that isn't why I offered to help." I said quietly, watching the fox slow down his pace from an angry huffle, to a more mellow pace.

"And I know exactly what you meant when you did offer..." He said just as quietly when he finished putting down the last fork and looked up at me. Fuck, now I made Ian feel bad. It wasn't his fault that he got angry, and I just rubbed it in his face.

"Shit. Alright, we both know that we know. Let's just forget this for now while there's food cooking. I'm fucking hungry. After watching food all day I could sure as hell eat some purely out of spite." I grimaced and made a funny face. My effort was rewarded when Ian snorted and spun his wheelchair around.

"Heh, eating food out of spite only because you're annoyed at food. You are a curious one, have I ever told you that?" He asked over his shoulder as he began moving over the fish from the frying pan to a serving plate and came rolling over with it.

"Only like a million times, but you know, it's not like I'm keeping track of that." As a joke I took out an old receipt from my pocket and pretended to add another tally to it. Now I had Ian chuckling as he served the fish and rolled over to the counter to get the sauce.

"So how was work anyway? Any trouble makers? Did you have to lecture Kieran in the ways of homosexuality and why he would like it up the butt?" Ian mused most entertained by now, and damn it warmed my heart to see him smile.

"Oh the usual, served some customers, did some flirting, served some more customers, flirted some more. And again Kieran was not keen on coming out of the closet yet. Took a nap though, which was nice." I rambled on while Ian finished up serving the dinner, and rolled in under the kitchen table and pulled in the brakes. Now we're all set for some proper dining.

"Pulled a muscle in my leg." I threw out casually, while helping myself to a serving of cod and potatoes.

"Was it bad?" Ian's voice carried concern and slowly took some fish onto his own plate.

"No." I said bluntly, and thankfully Ian left it at that.

Silence fell over us for a few minutes while we ate, and it felt slightly awkward at first but it quickly passed without a hitch. It wasn't a relationship built of empty gestures and small talk that Ian and I have been friends for as long as we have.

"Okay, I have to ask. What makes an occasion so special that you bring out the cod? I mean, it's only Monday, and I'm only here visiting as I always do, nothing special about this, is it?" I stabbed a potato on my fork and cocked my head to the side, giving the white fox a coy smile.

"Oh I just thought of making something that would remind you of your homeland as a nice gesture, can't have enough of that these days. You're special enough to me that I want spoil you like this every now and then when I feel like it." Ian gave me a wink, waving a piece of cod around in front of him.

"You serve breaded cod to remind me of Sweden? Why that's mighty kind of you mister fox, you sure are a sly one." I said in a silky smooth voice and poked my tongue out at the fox.

"Well, it should. I got the recipe from your dad after all, and you used to eat this fairly often, or so I've heard." It amused Ian to see me shrink in size at the mention of my dad. I quickly filled my mouth with food and pretended not to hear the white fox laugh at me.

I chewed, chewed, chewed and swallowed. Taking a look around the kitchen I denied the fact the fox was even in the same room as me, taking my time to observe a neatly cleaned kitchen designed for a cripple. Low counters with controls for adjustments, easily accessible refrigerator and plenty of room to maneuver a wheelchair.

"Ahem... Soo... How about you then, Mr. Famous writer? You ever come around to find a release date for that sequel to your bestseller series? A Throne Under the Aurora?" I was quick enough to change subject about the arctic fox instead, hoping to at least direct his attention away from my family.

"Ugh, that... Well it took forever, but after much blood, sweat and tears it finally went through the presses and now I'm simply waiting for my agent to make the 'call' where she announces I'll be holding a PSA or something like a book signing." Ian harrumphed, bringing out the tired tone in his voice once again.

"Oh... Do you think you'll be going far away?" I asked, feeling a bit sad at the thought that he might leave town again to adhere to his job as an author.

Ian shrugged his shoulders and laid down his cutlery on his now empty plate. And that was all I needed to see to get the jist of what he wanted to say.

"Well thank you for the food, it was delicious." I followed his lead and put down my fork and knife on the plate after taking the last bite of fish in my mouth. Enjoying its familiar taste on my tongue, the effort of Ian's cooking always gave me a nice feeling in my stomach whenever I felt down.

"I'm glad it was satisfactory for you my little human. And now that you're full and well with food I propose slouching on the couch and watch a movie." Ian suggested, gathering up the dishes in his lap, unclasped his brakes and wheeled over to my seat to gather up mine as well. As he got up close to me he put a paw on my hand and gave it a few tender strokes. I enclosed my fingers around his paw and squeezed, offering a kind smile before he let go.

"A movie sounds like a great idea, have you got any one in mind?" I asked, getting up on my feet and looking at the back of the white fox's head, his white hair kept neat and short barely provided any protection to his neck.

"I'll be a gracious host and let you pick a movie this time, Lord Anwell as my witness it can't be any worse than the one Andy picked last time. I still can't look him in the eye..." Ian used a character from his book series as a reference, and shuddered.

"At least he liked it, that way at least one of us did." I mused and left the kitchen, leaving the fox to take care of the dishes while I procured a watchable movie to kill some time with. I would never tell Andy, not in a million years. But this is exactly what I needed right now, some downtime with my oldest friend. No pressure, no responsibilities, just sometime when I don't have give a damn.

When I entered the living room I could see the huge ass TV where I spent many a hours watching movies and playing games with Ian... among other things. I snuffled and picked up a small remote lying on the coffee table, holding it up I did a practiced button clicking combination. The curtains went down and the lights dimmed down, descending the room into a comfortable cozy darkness. Perfect, next order of business is to pick a movie...

I put down the small remote and picked up a slightly larger one and turned to the large, white cushioned sofa which rivaled my own bed in both size and comfort. It had plenty of room for several people, and even as I sat down on its divan corner and put up both my legs it made me feel incredibly small.

I snuffed again, feeling just a tiny bit envious about the white fox and his riches.

The TV lit up and showed the menu of movie titles and recommendations and top rated... Uninterested I scrolled through the sections until I came to free browse and I scouted for a movie that would catch my interest.

No. No. No. Oh my god, no. Definitively not. No. Nuh-uh. Maybe... No, not in the mood for chick flick. No. No. Oh what the heck this'll do.

I pushed play for Pacific Rim and put the remote away, settling back down on the sofa with a pillow behind my back.

The first minutes went by of the movie, cities burned, people died and Jaeger was born. Charming, in its own way. Before Ian came rolling in from the hallway, and furrowed his brow at me when he saw me slouching on the sofa.

"You are in my spot." He said, sounding almost half serious.

I grinned.

"Oh am I now? Well I don't feel like moving cuz I'm so cozy here, wanna share?" I scooted over slightly, a wasted effort since there already was plenty of room up on the divan where I lay.

Ian didn't say anything but sighed and shook his head with a smile on his lips. Under my observations he wheeled in close to the sofa and parked his wheelchair beside it, and without any further ado he shuffled on his seat before hoisting over his rear over to the sofa and putting his fluffy white fox tail to the side. Once his beautiful butt was safely up on the soft cushion he hoisted up one leg, and then the other. One would think over time it would get easier to watch the fox get around by himself, but I still got a pained feeling inside, and once Ian scooted back so he could rest his back on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder next to me I put my arm around him and held him close.

While Raleigh and Yancey fought a cat 3 kaiju Ian laid his head on my shoulder and I put my head over his, enjoying the warmth of his fur on my cheek and on my neck. And we remained as we were for the beginning of the movie, not saying a word but enjoyed each other's company in silence.

For the first time I felt happier than I have in months, and I had my dear friends to thank this for. For the most part anyway...

"What did Andy say when he called?" I asked during a quiet moment in the movie. Ian flicked his tail on the other side and exhaled.

"Last night he called about that you two were going out, and that he then forgot to keep an eye on you. Then his words became incoherent when he said he couldn't find you. Then he called again after lunch time today and he said something about a wolf and that you needed some cheering up from someone other than him. He thinks you're mad at him." Ian said quietly, clutching at my sides during a scene with some particular nasty kaiju body parts...

"Hm..." I harrumphed.

"More like disappointed than actually angry I would say. But Andy is Andy, nothing you can do to change that fact." I sighed, using my free hand to rub my eyes.

"I still can't believe he just left you like that, I know he can be reckless at times but leaving you alone... I just... I wanted to be angry with him, I honestly did. But me getting angry would lead nowhere, and I'm getting so very tired with being angry." He turned his head to look up at me, his icy blue eyes reflected the action on TV screen and they showed a hint of shimmering in the dark.

"I'm sorry I made you worry Ian... I shouldn't have left the bar last night, I should've just..." I bit my lip as Ian took my hand and held it close to his chest.

"And what? Drink your night away? I know that's what you would've done if nobody kept an eye on you. Leaving the bar was the right decision Lukas, you know it was and don't you feel bad for it." Ian clasped my hand with both his paws and looked me deep into the eyes, his piercing blue eyes stared right into my naked soul. The most private part of me was exposed to the white fox, that which gnawed away at me, all my doubts and fears. He saw through it all, why I feared to be alone, why I downed alcohol like it was water.

"Oh Ian..." I leaned down over the fox and put both my arms around him, my face brushing up against the fur between his chin and his broad shoulders. And I sobbed.

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\ **Cough cough** God fucking hell this smoke was thick. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit! The billowing fires around me roared and lashed out violently close enough to lick my face and singe the flesh and I screamed in pain. Motherfucking shit where is everybody? All around me I could hear people shouting over the fires, screaming and crying. I crawled forward over the smashed glass and pieces of... oh god, that's an arm. I tossed my head to the side as to not stare at it for too long, only to be face to face with the face of a lifeless child, lying limp over the luggage rack and where she had landed from the fall when the train flipped over on its side and had crushed her neck. Fuck, fuck, this can't be happening.

Crawling forward I shouted for my friend Ian, he was supposed to be here. At least I think that I shouted, I couldn't hear my own voice over the flames and the creaking of train parts falling apart. God fucking damn this stupid leg got caught in the articulated joint when the train derailed and got ripped apart, now my leg was nothing more than shredded meat on a bone. A kebab if you would, ahahaha...

"IAN!" I shouted at the top of my lunges and climbed over the door to the next wagon. I know he's here, he wouldn't leave me in a place like this. Not Ian. Not alone. I would find him. I had only been gone for a minute going to the lavatory and I was on my way back when... Shit!

"Arghh!" I shouted when my leg fell after I passed the wide open door frame, fucking bitch leg, if you weren't going to work just fall off already. Looking around I saw more bodies, but less flames, which was good. I think. This was my wagon. Ian should be waiting here for me. Ian would never leave me. I'm too pathetic without him. He tells me all the time. I can't be alone, I'm not good enough.

"Ian!" I exclaimed and ended up coughing hard as I saw a white furred, limp body lying some distance ahead of me. The sight alone gave me such an adrenalin rush I could've stood right up on my shredded foot and run over to him. Instead I dragged my body over to him, over broken glass and rocks, metal pieces and luggage.

"Ian! Ian can you hear me!?" I came upon the arctic fox and shook his shoulder. Through the water in my eyes from all the toxic fumes in the air and all my best efforts to hold back my stupid tears I could see the fox's body was lying in an awkward angle against a roof beam under his back. No, no, no, no. Ian you can't leave me alone. Not like this. Not now. Ian damnit I need you.

\ **Cough cough* * Shit, we need to get out of here... Squinting my eyes and looking down the side-turned wagon. This hellish view was fucking with my mind like one giant clusterfuck, it was hard to tell what was up and down any more. All I know for certain is with the train on its side, going out the doors or windows were impossible. And with my leg I couldn't possibly climb up to what was once the walls and was now the roof, providing the only means of escape.

"Ian! Wake up Ian! I can't do this without you!" I shook the limp fox again, turning him over so that I could see his face. His beautiful, innocent face. It had a gash above his left eye and blood trickled down it and soaked his pristine white fur, turning it hellish red. No, no, no, no... Not his face. I loved looking at his smiling face. His muzzle always had the brightest of smiles. Please God. Anyone. Take my face instead, my leg. Take my life, just spare Ian. The world would survive without me. But Ian was just getting started... He was going to be a famous author. He had ambition. He had a fire in his soul which I've never had.

And he was the kindest person I've ever met. GOD! This can't be happening.

Taking another look around I saw... I saw something. Was that the sun? Whatever it was it wasn't fire. It wasn't a part of the train.

"Hold on Ian. I'm going to make sure you'll get out of here." Heaving my body up on one elbow, I hooked my fingers around the collar of Ian's blue t-shirt. And pulled. Crawl forward. And pull. Crawl. And Pull. Heh. I had given Ian this shirt... It had an aurora on it. I brought it to him as a present from Sweden. He loved the dancing lights of the aurora borealis. He loved Scandinavian nature. His dream was to visit Norway or Sweden and do some proper sightseeing.

Experience the culture. Fucking bitch train. Ian was going to fulfill his dreams. He was going to release that book he's been writing on. He. Was. Going. To. Make. It.

The train creaked and croaked like something got stuck in its throat. I hope it chokes. Dumbass trains should just lie down and die. Pull! I neared the light I'd seen before, and found it was much clearer now than it was before. It creaked loudly again, and a machine roared. Was the wall peeling off?

A hole opened up where I previously had seen the light come from, a roof access point. I heard voices, and the lights danced. Just like an aurora would. Ian would have loved to see this.

"Over here, we found one!" A loud, deafening voice bellowed obnoxiously loud. Yeah I can hear you, no need to shout so loud. Looking up I could see a couple of firemen entering through the hole. Their masks over their faces reflected the flames and the disaster area behind me.

"Everything is going to be alright! Just hold on!" They didn't shout anymore, but their voices were still loud and annoying. They came up close to me and tried to get around so they could lift me up. I was still holding on to Ian's shirt.

"No! NO! I can't leave him! IAN!" My hand held such a firm grip, that I ripped Ian's favorite shirt and tore a piece of it with me.

"NO YOU CAN'T LEAVE HIM! IAN!" I shouted and struggled. I wanted to knock them over. Stupid firemen. I needed Ian! I can't leave him in a place like this! He was going to see the aurora.

"IAAAAAN!" I shouted.

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I cried. I cried and cried like a little bitch. I'm such a dumb piece of shit. Fucking useless I am. I squeezed around Ian in my arms, and cried some more. I hate myself whenever the memories resurface like this. The smoke. The fire. The... bodies. And Ian's limp body. I wanted to scream. Huddle into a pathetic piece of shit ball and scream and cry.

But I felt a pair of strong, warm, furry arms wrap around me. Stroke my back and hold around the back of my neck. And I could hear a soft voice, reassuring and confident, but trembling. It spoke quietly. Didn't hush me, or told me to be quiet. It only spoke to me.

"I'm here Lukas. I am here for you Lukas, my friend, my buddy. I'm right here. Don't-... Don't forget that, you hear me? I'm here Lukas. I've got you. You're safe. I am safe. We're both safe." Upon hearing Ian's voice, I could feel myself breaking apart. I cried, tucked my legs in close and clung to Ian. My face buried in the crook of his neck, crying into his soft, white fur.

His fur smelled like pine tree.

I cried a lot more before I would calm down somewhat, and I managed to pull away my face from its safe haven and look Ian in the eyes. Looking into his blue eyes, clear like the ice in the North. Calm, and collected. Reassuring and...Here, right here with me. He was here, in front of me. He had not left me. I wasn't alone.

His eyes didn't budge, not even a micro part of an inch. They only stared straight into mine. They got closer and... His lips were against mine. I let it happen. I wanted it. I wanted Ian to kiss me, to put his paws on my cheeks and hold me. There was nothing I wanted more in this world than Ian's love, in any form it might take. Whether it came in the form of support for me in my goal of getting a boyfriend of my own, or receiving a kiss from his tender lips. I wanted it all.

"Do you... I mean if you want to you can..." He started saying before his words fell silent. His paw took one of my hands and put it against his heated chest. I let my eyes wander down his beautiful frame, his broad shoulders and his manly chest.

"I..." My voice cracked, my throat clogged from all the crying.

"I want you, Ian." I said. Pathetic. Pity sex from a cripple, as if it would make me feel better.

And it would. Because it was Ian. Because it was Ian I would do anything. And it would always feel good.

Shuffling around slightly I rolled up on top of the fox, my face pushed up against his muzzle and our lips locked together in another heated kiss. My tongue slipped into his maw, and our tongues wrestled with each other for some time. Our groins rubbed against each other, and I could feel his erection rubbing against mine. At least the accident hadn't crippled his libido...

I put my hands up to his muzzle to feel his face fur against my fingers. It was short, soft, warm and lush. His beautiful face only inches from mine, white fur shining in the light from the forgotten TV. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks as I recalled the very same face, covered in blood...

A thumb wiped away my tears, and Ian pushed my face off his holding it mere inches away from his. He looked at me, an empty expression on his face. Whether it was sympathy or sadness in his blue eyes I could not tell. My mind was racing too much.

Another paw wrapped itself around one of my hands, and brought it down. Down until it rested against Ian's bulge. Taking my eye from him I focused them on the hot area between us and I sat up, Ian's legs under me as I begun unbuttoning his jeans. It was easy enough this first step, and after I pulled down his zipper to reveal his bright blue underwear came the trickier part, I scooted further down the divan to pull off the jeans. With barely any strength in his hips, Ian managed to lift his butt just enough so I could completely remove his pants.

With the jeans discarded and thrown aside Ian was left in his black t-shirt and bright blue briefs, bulging outwards with no shame. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his briefs and repeated the motion of pulling them completely off his long, unusable legs. His juicy fox cock sprung free from its clothed prison and stood fully erect, its pointy tip had a drop of clear liquid of pre on it.

When my hand wrapped around it I heard a quiet gasp from the fox, but that soon turned into a slight moan as I moved my hand up and down his slick length. It was warm and hard, not overly long or thick, just average. Its bulging knot was forming around its base, pushing back the furry sheath. With one hand around his cock I leaned forward and gave his cock a teasing lick with my tongue before I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around him. My free hand went down to fondle his furry ball sack, and with my combined stimuli I had the fox moaning and grunting.

Ian hooked his paws at his shirt and lifted it up over his torso, tossing it aside leaving him in complete nudeness on the divan sofa. One wouldn't think of Ian as a cripple looking at his body. There was no scars, no deformity. He had minor muscles to show, and even his legs weren't too frail looking, even if they were completely useless. Good thing there was one other thing that worked on the fox...

The hand I used fondling his furry orbs one by one, sneakily left one finger after another and trailed their way further down until they came upon one of the most sensitive part of the fox. His twitching tailhole flexed at my touch, and without much pressure it opened up and let my fingers slip inside. Ian gasped and his hips shot up slightly, allowing me to get more of my hand underneath his furry rump and trail my fingers around the furless patch at the base under his tail.

"Ooh Lukas..." Ian murmured, his eyes were now closed and his face had a relaxed smile. That he enjoyed himself made me feel a little better, and I took it as my queue. Dropping his fox cock from my mouth I trailed my way up his navel, kissing his furry body as I went along up to his chest. Seizing the opportunity I put my lips around his nipples and teased the little nub with my tongue. This earned several gasps from the fox, and even more so as I switched to the other one and repeated the motion.

Lastly my lips made their way up to Ian's muzzled face and again locked together with his in a gentle kiss. I started to undress myself, removing my shirt interrupted our kiss momentarily, and Ian helped me by pulling it over my head. Then his paws went to the zipper of my pants and unbuckled them.

I rolled off the fox and lay next to him as I raised my hips to pull down my pants and boxer briefs in one go, tossing them to the side out of mind. With both of us lying naked next to one another, we kissed again, my hand found its way to his erection and his soft paw found its way to mine. His incredibly soft paw pads felt incredibly around my length, stroking it up and down in slow motions. We shared a few minutes of mutual masturbation and kissing before Ian pulled back, his hot breath spilling over my face.

"Get on with it." He said in a frisky voice, and I could almost not hold myself from blowing my load right then. After some ministration with his lower body Ian was now on his side, with me close behind him and his fluffy fox tail laid over my hips. My chest pushed up against his back, and my erection cradled between his furry butt cheeks. The tip of my cock rubbed against the base of his tail, and I could feel the stimulation of rubbing my sensitive flesh against his fur. Lowering my hips slightly I then felt the soft, fleshy hole under his tail where I knew his pink tail star were located.

With any more foreplay I would love to give him some more attention to his rear, but right now I needed to be inside of him. And I could feel he needed me, sliding into him. Judging from the heat that came from the hole under his tail. I pushed my tip against the ring of muscle, feeling it strain against my invasion only slightly, before it gave in and let me in. We both moaned out loudly as I slid my throbbing cock all the way inside his heated hole in one push. Ian wasn't as tight as he used to be, but he made up for it by being incredibly hot inside.

My hips pressed up against his firm, furry ass when I hilted inside of him. Out of safety I didn't move for some time, only holding my cock buried deep inside Ian's deliciously hot ass. He grunted and put an arm around me to hold his position better, looking me in the eyes again. Fuck, even his eyes were hot now, his soft stare felt like molten lava. We kissed again and I begun moving my hips, pulling out my stiff dick. And I plunged it back inside Ian's fleshy tunnel. The heat inside was more than enough to make me moan out loudly without fear of anybody hearing me, and I repeated the motion.

Rocking my hips back and forth I drove myself in under Ian's tail repeatedly, and for extra measure I wrapped an arm around one of his limp legs and held it up so I could get a better angle to drive myself in deep into the fox. His bushy tail flicked every now and then, slapping against my own rear. I grunted and shoved my hips hard forward, earning a yip from the fox as my cock rubbed against his sensitive prostate.

During our love-making we didn't talk much, apart from the occasional moaning of the others name. It was hot, passionate, and very, very mood altering for me. Pumping my meat into Ian's hot, fleshy tunnel helped to release all the pent up feelings I've been bottling up since our last copulation. If I had a proper boyfriend I would never have to use Ian like this ever again, and that itself would be a load off my chest. As we saw it, the two of us were never meant to be more than friends. Friends with benefits whenever it 'benefited' us perhaps but never more than that, we just felt it both of us. I loved him more than anything in the world, and he felt the same. But we also had two separate lives, or at least we tried to.

A couple of more thrusts of my hips were all it took, and I gasped out a moan when I felt my balls pull up and begin to empty themselves. Buried as I was deep under Ian's fluffy tail, my seed jetted deep inside his hot bowels, filling the fox up with my human spunk.

"Aahh..." Ian gasped, clenching his eyes shut and sprayed his own foxy cum all over the sofa, continuing far longer than I lasted inside of him. I watched in amazement as Ian sprayed his load shamelessly over his precious sofa, strand after strand.

After the initial orgasm, Ian's fox cock was still spurting out small strands of cum, which I aided in bringing out by masturbating the fox. My own orgasm had quietly died down way before his did, yet I remained lodged inside him. My cock still stiff and throbbing, but slowly starting to soften up, and my breathing calmed down from heaving pants to a more regular breathing.

"Uuh... you came inside me, so naghty..." Ian sounded mostly delighted, and I couldn't stop a giggle from escaping me and I cuddled up to the fox.

"Sorry, I can't help myself, you're such a sexy fox I just lose it sometimes." I buried my face in his neck and nipped at him, mostly just getting a mouthful of fur though.

"Oh don't I know it." He said, taking a deep breath and laid down on his side completely.

"You're going to help me shower and clean up this mess. Eurgh... gonna have to throw the cushions in the washing machine." Ian flicked his tail, brushing it against my naked form. His long smooth hairs on his tail tickled in a most sensual way, and I couldn't help myself from shiver.

"You betcha." Carefully I pulled myself out from the fox and we both rolled over onto our backs, our breathing evening out and we turned our heads to look at each other.

"I love ya bud." I said, bringing a hand up to stroke the side of his maw.

"I love you too, you big lug. Now about that shower...?" He smiled, and I felt my heart melt.