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It was perfect… or, at least, as perfect as Damien could get it to be. He checked the clock on the oven; all with six minutes to spare before his wolf's alarm clock went off. He didn't doubt that the musclehead wolf probably wouldn't understand the significance of today. Which wasn't too big of an issue for Damien if he remembered or didn't. But Damien remembered and the thought of the day made his tail wag like mad.

Today is the third anniversary of the day that Marcus Mooney asked Damien Blackwell to be his boyfriend. And the second anniversary of the day that they moved in together.

The sudden blaring of an alarm clock in the bedroom drew Damien from his mental reverie and he hurriedly placed three carefully wrapped boxes on the kitchen table, just in front of the carefully assembled and lovingly cooked plate of breakfast that he was sure Marcus would love–or at least stomach. Within a few short minutes, the bulky gray wolf stumbled out of the bedroom and paused, looking over at Damien who stood almost sheepishly by the table. He sniffed.

“Fluff… Did you… cook?" Marcus wondered suspiciously. “Tell me you didn't burn the pan again…"

“Well, no, I didn't burn anything," Damien said, feigning hurt. “I made this nice breakfast for you and all you can think about is the one time I burned milk?"

Marcus chortled, walking over to his pouting husky. Despite his attempt to remain annoyed, Damien melted into his embrace, kissing him lovingly before guiding him over to his seat. Marcus looked at his plate and his jaw dropped slightly at the sight of the fried ham and sunny side-up eggs. Then, just as he looked up, Damien had set one more plate beside the first, stacked high with his wolf's favorite blueberry pancakes.

“Damien, what's all this for?" Marcus wondered. “You don't have some bad news to give me do you?"

“Nope. Today's a special day for us."

Marcus frowned. “Wait, I didn't forget your birthday, did I? I could've sworn it's still two months away!"

“It is, but—"

“Do we have a date planned tonight? I swear, I thought it was on Saturday!"

“No, it's not date night, but—"

“Oh, shit, what did I—?"

“It's our anniversary," Damien chuckled. “We've been dating for three years. So I wanted to do something special for you. I even got you some gifts." Damien indicated the three boxes of varying size on the table. The first was a small jewelry box that Damien put directly in front of Marcus's plate. The wolf hesitated before opening it. Inside was a black studded collar, a red tag hanging from the leather—the embossed, silvery words read “BIG MARC" glinted in the light.

“Wow, this is cool," Marcus said, immediately moving to pull it on. Damien quickly helped him adjust it, making sure to keep the wolf's fur from getting caught in the collar's buckle. Once snug around Marcus's neck and comfortably adjusted, Damien kissed Marcus muzzle, reaching to grab one more gift, a slightly smaller larger that he knew would probably land him in hot water. “What's in this one?"

“Just something new you could wear," Damien said coyly. “You know, a little thing for you and me."

Marcus ripped the wrapping paper. “What kind of kinky nonsense have you…? Damien, what the fuck?" he sighed. He was holding a pair of pink briefs with red seams, looking utterly bewildered and mildly offended. Then, he flipped them over and scoffed; stitched into the back of the briefs in olive green was the word “PUPPY", in bold lettering.

“Well, you know how I have a certain kind of kink for seeing you in stuff like this and I know it's not always your thing—"

“You know I wear regular underwear, right? Like… not this," Marcus said.

“How is it any different than wearing a jock? At least, like this, your ass is covered," Damien remarked. He checked the time again and started to feel antsy. “Look, please, just wear it for me today and I promise I'll reward you for it." His voice dropped to a sultry tone, one that he knew got his boyfriend's attention. The wolf's ears perked up and his tail began to wag. Damien leaned in closer, practically growling his next words into Marcus's ears. “And you know I know how to reward my big, bad wolf."

“Yeah, but what if I don't want to. We can still celebrate our anniversary." A heavy paw clapped Damien's rear and the husky let out a squeak. “We don't need some stupid underwear to—"

“Hey, this is about both of us," Damien said. “If you wear them, I'll make you cum so hard you won't get out of bed tomorrow. Or we can just do plain, boring, vanilla sex if you'd rather wear your ugly boxers."

“You're not playing fair, Fluff," Marcus huffed.

“I know. So, do we have a deal?" Damien asked. He maneuvered himself carefully, seating himself onto Marcus's lap. He licked at Marcus's neck, satisfaction working through him when he felt his wolf's body tighten, fighting the urge to go further.

“You're the damn devil, you know," Marcus grumbled. “But you better keep up your end of the bargain."

Damien got up and winked. “I always do. But I've got to get going. I've got to open the store today."

---

“Hey, Damien," greeted Jason, a hefty tiger who worked the reception desk at the gym where Marcus worked. “You got another workout session today? You know, my offer to train you is still on the table."

Damien rolled his eyes, smirking. “Not today, Jay. I'm looking for Marcus. We've got plans tonight."

“Yeah, yeah, he's in the locker room. Just finished with another client. You can go on and go get him."

“Thanks, Jay-babe," Damien said with a teasing smirk as he walked around the desk, back towards the employee break room. He saw and greeted a few more of his boyfriend's coworkers before he made it to the employee locker room, hidden behind doors that kept most of the public out. He had barely stepped into the locker room when he saw something that made him pause. He swallowed and carefully eased the door closed behind him, as silently as he could.

Marcus stood in front of the mirror, his back to Damien, in just the pink and red briefs Damien had presented to him just that morning. The word “PUPPY" stitched across his rear was accentuated by that sexy bubble butt that Damien couldn't help but love. And that muscular body was on full display, whisking away Damien's breath as he inched closer. As subtle as he could be, Damien pulled his phone out and snapped a picture, the flash making Marcus jump. Marcus wheeled around, covering his crotch with his paw as if he'd just been caught in the nude.

“FLUFF! What're you doing?! You can't be back here!"

“They said I could come get you," Damien countered nervously, hurriedly fumbling his phone back into his pocket. “I was just… expecting you to be dressed… Not… Those look really good on you."

Marcus turned his head away, his face burning beneath his fur. “Did you need something?"

“Well, your shift is almost over and… Can you turn around again?" Damien ventured.

Suspicion clouded Marcus's face as he turned back. “Why?"

Damien shifted awkwardly, holding his tail sheepishly. “Well… you look good modeling those new undies… and your ass… Just… please?" Still blushing, Marcus slowly turned, letting Damien see the word “PUPPY" across his backside. Without any warning, Damien's paw reached out, slapping his wolf's firm rear. “Damn, how's your ass so perfect?"

“Yo, careful!" Marcus huffed. “I did a lot of squats today!" Then, as if he hadn't meant to say that, Marcus said, “I mean, not now, Fluff. Someone could come in and I'll get in some serious trouble."

Damien moved closer, pushing his body flush against his wolf as his paw snaked around to the front. His paw slowly slid beneath the waistband, teasing at the fur around his wolf's groin. “And if they did? Isn't it exciting?"

Marcus bit his lip. “Maybe if my paycheck wasn't riding on it. What's gotten into you today? You're acting way more horny than you normally are."

“I'm just feeling a little extra frisky today," Damien said, his paw starting to enclose around Marcus's hardening length. “I think I wanna show you how frisky I'm feeling right now."

Finally, Marcus pulled Damien's paw from his waistband, pulling away from the husky. “We can do that later, yeah? Just… hold out for a bit while I get dressed and I'll pound you as much as you want when we get home."

“Oh no. Not tonight."

“What do you mean, 'not tonight'?"

“You don't pound me tonight. Tonight, I'm on top."

Marcus looked as if he was fighting the urge to laugh. When Damien didn't give any hint of sarcasm or joking, the wolf frowned indignantly. “Ha, ha," Marcus remarked dryly, “that's very funny. You know I don't bottom."

“You did on my birthday and Valentine's Day," Damien countered smugly.

Marcus rolled his eyes, rubbing his temple in mild annoyance. “That's different. Those were special… special occasions. I'm the top dog, dammit!"

“And today's a special occasion. It's our anniversary," Damien said. His tone was shifting now, putting on the sweet, innocent tone that he knew his wolf couldn't resist. He moved closer, just so Marcus could look into his bright blue eyes. “And you loved it; you even said it felt really good. Please? Just for our anniversary?"

Marcus's mouth quivered. “Fluff, that's not fair," he murmured, looking away from those puppy-dog eyes with difficulty.

“Please? I'll make you a deal."

“We already made a deal about the underwear."

“And that one is still true. This deal is if I can't make you cum while I'm fucking you, I'll let you knot me tonight." A devious twinkle started to replace the innocent puppy-dog look. Marcus smiled smugly and Damien knew he'd just about won. “I know you love the feeling of knotting me and it's been a bit since the last time, right?"

“You sure you wanna take this deal? You know I'm not gentle," Marcus said.

“I'm sure," Damien answered with a wink.

“Fine. Challenge accepted, pup."

Damien chortled. “You're the one with 'PUPPY' on your butt."

Marcus snorted and started to flex, holding up his muscled arms to prove his point. “Oh, please! I'm Big Marc, remember? I can handle whatever you've got!"

“We'll see about that," Damien remarked, snapping the waistband of the undies he was beginning to love more and more.

---

“You sure you're ready for this?" Damien asked as they stepped into their bedroom. All through dinner, Marcus had seemed strangely on edge and now, facing the reality of being the bottom dog this time, Marcus seemed awkward, nervous. “You know, I won't force you into something if you really don't want to do it." Damien reached up and touched his wolf's cheek lovingly.

As if in response, Marcus pushed forward, crashing their mouths together in one of their sloppiest kisses. Damien pushed back as well, eagerly guiding them over towards the bed until they'd fallen upon it, Damien on top of Marcus. Their crotches were grinding against each other, the fabric separating them feeling too thick.

“I'm not gonna back down now, Fluff," Marcus remarked. “But if you're gonna do it, you better fuck me like a man!"

Damien sat upright, quickly shirking off his shirt. He almost threw it to the floor but a second thought struck him. He pressed his shirt, which he'd been wearing all day, to his wolf's nose and, much to his satisfaction, he heard Marcus take a deep inhale.

“You like my musk?" Damien snarled, a dark glint in his eyes.

“You know I do, Fluff," Marcus growled.

“Enjoy that for a moment. I'm gonna grab something for you."

Damien stepped away, towards their “play" drawer in their dresser. Quickly, he pulled out two things: lube and a special toy. He moved back over towards Marcus and patted his legs.

“Roll over."

“Wait, already? Don't you wanna prep me first?" Marcus wondered, surprised.

“Don't worry, this'll prep you. Just trust me, big boy," Damien assured him.

Questioningly, Marcus rolled over, and Damien quickly yanked down his shorts. Before he could think to stop himself, he slapped Marcus's rear once, twice, reveling in the sounds that were barely contained despite Marcus's best efforts.

“Let me hear you," Damien said, spanking him again. Much to his amusement and arousal, Marcus allowed himself to moan louder and Damien had to bite back his own. He popped the tap on the bottle of lube and slathered it on the plug. Excitement worked through him as he slid the underwear Marcus was wearing just enough to reveal his hole. Carefully, he brought the plug to his hole, carefully easing it in. Marcus tensed and Damien rubbed his back reassuringly. “Just breathe. This is the smaller one."

“F-fuck," Marcus grunted as the toy pushed deeper into him… and then stopped. He sucked in a breath, looking over his shoulder back to Damien. “That feels weird…"

“You got it. Just hold it in," Damien said. “Roll over one more time."

Marcus blushed as he did so and Damien soon realized why; his hardness was tenting the pink fabric. A sly grin spread across Damien's face as he kneeled between Marcus's legs, palming his length. He carefully eased down the waistband until the member was free and he could touch it directly. Marcus shook in Damien's grasp, the husky knowing just how to work his wolf as he stroked the hard manhood.

Damien licked along his length, satisfied to feel Marcus squirm at his touch. The taste of Marcus made Damien's own arousal throb in his pants and he soon took the length into his mouth, his head bobbing as he did his best to take it down to the knot. Marcus's paw reached out, holding Damien's head gently, pushing ever so slightly to encourage Damien to take more.

Not that Damien needed the encouragement. He loved the taste of his wolf on his tongue, the flavor of pre that was starting to coat his mouth. He seized Marcus's knot, squeezing ever so slightly to entice Marcus closer to the edge. Marcus's breath over him was heavy and panting, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he gave into the pleasure, the feeling of that sinful tongue attempting to tease out every last drop of pleasure that he could muster.

“Damn… You're gonna make me… fuck…"

“Mmm," Damien hummed around Marcus's cock, squeezing at his knot once more.

“Hey… hey wait," Marcus said. But Damien wasn't listening. Carefully, so as not to hurt him, Marcus took hold of Damien's long hair, pulling just enough to get his point across. Damien pulled off his dick, looking confused. “You keep that up, I'll cum before we get to the good part."

Damien chuckled, rising. “You ready for it?"

“Let me get you ready first," Marcus answered. He pulled Damien's pants and boxer-briefs down, smiling at Damien's hardness that was pointing right at him. He took the length into his mouth in a sloppy attempt at a blowjob. Damien squirmed, feeling Marcus's paws on his rear, pulling him deeper into the warmth of his mouth. One of Marcus's fingers teased at his entrance and part of him wanted his wolf to push the digit in. But Marcus only teased his, lightly brushing his hole as he sucked on the hard member.

And then he pulled off, smiling. Marcus pulled himself up further onto the bed, inviting Damien to meet him. Damien paused, stepping out of his pants and underwear. He picked up his underwear and brought it with him as he climbed onto the bed, kissing Marcus once more as he pulled the wolf's underwear off fully. The plug was still in place and Damien purposely pushed at the base, making Marcus jump. A small whine escaped from the wolf's mouth as Damien kissed him once more.

“You just gonna tease me all night long?" Marcus challenged.

Damien pulled at the base of the plug and Marcus sucked in a breath. “You want me to pull it all the way out?"

“Only if you're gonna fuck me, you twink!" Marcus snarled.

Damien pulled at the plug again, not enough to pull it out, but just enough to send a message. “Watch who you call a twink, bottom boy."

“Not a bottom if you don't fuck me," Marcus challenged.

Damien smirked and started to pull at the plug again, this time pulling it fully out. Marcus's voice hitched and Damien leaned in closer. His tongue darted out, giving it a careful tasting as his paws kneaded that bubble butt he loved so much. Marcus's hole twitched as Damien's tongue swiped across it once, twice, three times.

“Fuck, don't tease me, Fluff," Marcus stated in an uneasy voice. “Give it me already."

“Sorry. Not often I get to fuck this perfect ass of yours," Damien answered, inserting a finger. Marcus growled lowly, the sound reverberating deep in the wolf's throat. “I can't wait to be inside you again."

“Then you better hurry up and fuck me," Marcus ordered.

Damien smirked, withdrawing his finger. “You asked for it."

Taking a deep breath, Damien lined himself up and started to push in slowly, holding onto Marcus as inch after inch began to open his wolf up. When he felt his knot against the hole, he paused, kissing Marcus deeply. Their mouths and tongues danced together, their bodies rocking against each other as Damien began to move, slowly at first.

Marcus winced, letting his body adjust to the still unfamiliar feeling—it almost felt new every time he did it. But as Damien's pace began to pick up, Marcus's discomfort started to melt into pleasure, his mouth hanging open as pure instinct began to take over. Marcus was no longer stifling himself, allowing his voice to echo in the room and to ring in Damien's ears.

“Harder!" Marcus called.

“You want it harder?!" Damien challenged.

“Fuck me like you mean it!"

With an almost primal growl, Damien reached over, grabbing his own boxer-briefs and stuffing them into Marcus's mouth. He pulled out, tapping Marcus's leg. “Roll over and don't you dare let those drop out!"

Marcus nodded, obeying as he turned to lay on his stomach. Damien mounted him again, pushing back into that warm, tight hole, his stomach flush against Marcus's back. This time, he didn't build up momentum; he went at it full force, reveling in the sounds of Marcus's muffled moans and the slap of his hips against Marcus's rear.

Not gonna last long, Damien realized as he felt his pleasure start to plateau. He was getting there, just barely able to keep himself from going over the precipice when—

He let out a small shout as Marcus's body clenched. The sudden tightness finally pulled Damien's climax from his body, his knot pushing into Marcus's rear and, without meaning to, Damien had pushed fully in, locking himself into his boyfriend's body as his warm seed began to shoot from his length. Damien's body shook as he came, his breath shaky and his limbs feeling weak.

“Oh fuck… That was… Shit," Damien managed to say.

Marcus spat out the wad of underwear in his mouth, his breath just as heady and his body just as shaky. “Damn, you're an animal."

“Did you—?"

“Y-yeah… I might have cum," Marcus remarked and Damien could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “But… just so you know, I'm still a top dog."

“Yeah, you're my top dog usually," Damien said, reaching up to scratch behind Marcus's ears. “But tonight, can you just be my boyfriend?"

“Yeah, I can. Even if you're knot's stuck up my tail," Marcus said with a weak chuckle. “Happy anniversary, Fluff."

“Happy anniversary. I love you, Marcus."

“I love you more."