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Leaves crunched beneath Scott’s feet, dry and brittle from weeks of crisp autumn air. A cool breeze nipped at the corgi’s ears, but the combination of a flannel jacket and alcohol in his system kept him comfortably warm. The Halloween party had left him in high spirits. It had been a long and chaotic night, but fun. The drinks, plus a joint, had stripped the corgi of his usual worries. He felt invincible. Scott couldn’t wipe the smile off his face if he tried, which he didn’t.

Hartley bumped into him, breaking the corgi’s train of thoughts, and slung a muscular arm around Scott’s shoulders, pulling him close as they walked. The husky’s pull was tender and affectionate. Also a little possessive. It didn’t bother Scott. If anything, it made his heart flutter a bit. The spurs on Hartley’s boots jingled with every step, reminding Scott how the husky had dragged the pair to three separate stores just to find ‘the perfect pair’ for the cowboy costume. Scott loved how Hartley always went the extra mile to make things perfect. They hadn’t even been dating for two months, but Scott already couldn’t picture life without his husky.

“Not bad for a first college party, right little werewolf?” Hartley’s voice rumbled in his southern drawl. His tail flicked playfully against Scott’s back, sending a shiver along the corgi’s spine. The corgi’s werewolf costume was fairly simple, consisting mainly of a flannel and a pair of jeans. Plus some hair dye that Hartley had helpfully applied.

“Oh yeah.” Scott said. “My favorite part was watching you do a keg stand. There’s no way that was the first time you’ve done that.”

Hartley laughed. “Won’t be my last either.”

Scott nestled his head in the crook of the husky’s arm as they walked. Hartley’s laugh was his favorite sound in the world.

Behind them, more laughter erupted. Katherine and Julian trailed several steps behind, caught up in their own lively conversation. Katherine, dressed in a Harley Quinn costume, twirled a baseball bat around as she spoke, gossiping about the latest scandal where a professor was caught fucking a student. Under the streetlights, her eyes sparkled with delight as she told the story. The pit bull was always so full of energy, filling even the dullest room with life.

Julian walked next to her with his hands shoved into his pockets. The doberman was the only one without a Halloween costume, instead opting to wear his usual loose button-up shirt and corduroy pants combo. He usually ignored college parties, and also other students if he could help it. If Katherine and Hartley hadn’t convinced him to come, he would probably still be in his dorm watching scary movies. Still, the wide smile on his face showed he was enjoying himself.

Scott had gotten to know Julian through Hartley. The two were lifelong best friends and practically inseparable. Julian was always friendly to Scott, if a bit quiet. And Hartley always did his best to make Scott feel included. But there was an awkwardness that crept in whenever the corgi hung out with the pair. They had a shared history that only the two of them understood. There was often a sense that Scott was on the outside, looking in. He didn’t mind for the most part. Hartley’s friends were a part of the package.

The group reached an intersection where the walkway forked into several paths towards their separate dorms. The group slowed to a halt. Scott glanced up at Hartley, then at Julian and Katherine. No one seemed eager to split just yet. For a moment, they all stood in place, swaying slightly under the waning influence of alcohol. Trees surrounded the paths, muffling lights and sounds from the dorms ahead.

“I guess we should head to bed,” said Scott reluctantly. The night felt too good to end, but he knew classes awaited them in the morning. None of them moved, not wanting to be the first to leave.

“Or…” Katherine began, an upwards lift in her voice.

The boys looked at her, ears perking up in unison. Hartley gave a little grin, indicating he was already on board with whatever Katherine had in mind.

“Or?” Hartley echoed Katherine’s tone.

“Or we could keep the good vibes going,” Katherine’s grin widened, cracking the cheap lipstick at the corners of her mouth. She reached into her purse and pulled out a green box. The pit bull flipped it open to reveal several neatly wrapped joints.

Hartley matched her grin with an even bigger one. “Hell, that sounds like a plan to me. What do y’all think?” He looked at Julian. Then down at Scott. The corgi wagged his tail and nodded enthusiastically. He wasn’t ready to let go of the evening just yet.

“My place?” Hartley offered, motioning his head at the middle path.

“Sounds good to me, handsome,” Scott replied.

Julian nodded in agreement. “I’m in.”

“Great! Saddle up cowboy, let’s giddyup!” said Katherine, pretending to whack Hartley’s butt with her bat.

The group made it to Hartley’s dorm fairly quickly. Hartley held his keycard against the door’s electronic lock, waited for the beep, and swung the door open to reveal a room that Scott had grown familiar with over the last couple months.

Hartley’s room was cozy, if a little chaotic. A desk sat in front of the window across the door. Papers, books, and red bull cans littered its surface. On one side of the room, Hartley’s twin sized bed was pushed against the wall with a heap of blankets and pillows on top. On the other side of the room, a television that idled through screensavers of nature scenes. Scott always felt at home here, often choosing to spend the night with Hartley instead of his own dorm with a snoring roommate. The husky had joked that Scott should just move in, even though they both knew the college didn’t allow two students to occupy a singles dorm. Still, the suggestion lingered on the corgi’s thoughts. The idea of cuddling up with Hartley every single night enticed him.

The door shut behind the group after they filed in. Each of them kicked their shoes off and went to their usual spots as they always did when they hung out in Hartley’s room. The husky threw himself onto his bed, the cheap springs creaking under his weight. Scott followed, sliding next to the husky, who pulled him in closer. The corgi melted into his warmth.

Katherine kicked away a couple tank tops and pair of shoes, and plopped herself onto the floor, crossing her legs beneath her. She twirled the end of one of her pigtails between her fingers. Julian found his way to the desk chair, sprawling his legs out and leaning back as far as the chair would allow. Like the corgi, he was comfortable in Hartley’s room.

Julian and Scott’s eyes met for a split second, and Scott quickly looked away. The corgi knew he didn’t have to be jealous of Julian and Hartley’s bond. But he was. Deep down, he knew he had nothing to worry about. He was Hartley’s boyfriend, end of story. Right?

“All good, hun?” You’ve been kinda quiet,” Hartley’s affectionate voice broke through Scott’s train of thought. He squeezed the corgi gently. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m good,” Scott said quickly, flashing his boyfriend a grin. “Still buzzed.”

Julian leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “We should put a movie on. Something spooky.”

Hartley chuckled. “Julian loves his horror movies. We grew up watching ‘em together. His brother used to get all the neighborhood kids together every Halloween and watch scary movies til the sun came up.”

“Still does,” said Julian. “I think he’s doing Texas Chainsaw this year.”

“No. No way, absolutely not,” Katherine piped up, waving her hand dramatically. She held a lit joint between her fingers. “I’m not sitting through another one of your creepy, weird-ass movies. The last one with the little demon girl fucked me up for weeks.”

“The Exorcist? C’mon, it’s a classic!” Julian protested.

“Her head was on backwards!” Katherine shot back. “Either we watch something fun and cute, or we play a game.” She leaned back on her hands.

“What kinda game?” Hartley’s ears perked up. More than anything else in the world, the husky loved games. His tail thumped the wall behind him.

“How about Truth or Dare?” Katherine suggested, her eyes suddenly full of mischief.

The corgi’s stomach twisted into a knot. Truth or Dare was a trip. A doorway into pure humiliation. It always seemed to end badly. Before he could object, Hartley answered barked in excitement.

“Hell yeah, I’m in!” Hartley nudged Scott’s side. “What about you, babe?”

Scott gulped down his anxieties. He didn’t want to seem like a buzzkill. It was just a game after all. And Hartley was just so excited. “Sure,” said Scott. “Why not?”

Katherine rubbed her hands together. “Alright boys, let’s do it. I’ll start since I’m the prettiest. Hartley, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” said Hartley without hesitation, his eyebrows shooting earnestly up. “Always dare.”

“Of course you’d pick dare,” Katherine said, rolling her eyes, unsurprised. She held up the joint she’d been nursing. “I dare you to finish this in under five minutes.”

Hartley’s eyes flicked to the smoldering joint in Katherine’s fingers. It was barely a quarter finished. “Easy,” he said, jumping off the bed and snatching it from the pit bull. He took a deep drag and blew it out the window. The others watched as the husky powered through the rest, eyes tearing up as he continued inhaling the smoke. His breaths became labored as he forced himself to continue. After a minute of this, Hartley dropped a finished stud into a ceramic bowl on his desk. He doubled over, coughing while Katherine clapped her hands together, cackling in delight. “Gimme something harder next time,” Hartley spoke through a raspy voice. He reached for the water bottle on his nightstand and took several long gulps. The husky recovered enough to flop back on the bed beside Scott. He pointed a finger at Katherine. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” the pit bull barked back.

“Two shots of whiskey. Neat. No chaser. Top drawer of my desk,” said the husky.

Katherine laughed, already making her way to the drawer. “Amateur hour,” She pulled out the bottle, tipped it back, and downed two hard gulps. Then a third for show, trying to hide a wince as she drank it down. The pit bull wiped the side of her mouth. “Done. Weak stuff, Hart. Try harder.”

Katherine sat back down and turned her attention toward Julian, who had been watching the husky and pit bull with amusement. “Julian,” she said. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he said.

Katherine made a face, clearly unimpressed. “Boring. Lemme think…” she squinted her face in thought. “Alright, what’s the last dirty thing you texted someone?”

The doberman’s expression didn’t change, although a slight blush appeared in his ears. He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped through screens. After a beat, Julian answered. “It’s uh… A pic of my junk.”

“Classy,” said Katherine. “No caption?”

“Suck it dry,” Julian said quietly, stifling an embarrassed giggle. The room exploded in laughter.

“When- When was it?” Katherine choked out.

“Two hours ago,” said Julian, hiding his face.

Scott doubted the walls were thick enough to stop the entire floor from hearing their hollers. Once they managed to settle down, Julian shifted in his chair, eyes darting between Hartley and Scott. “Hmmm, how about Hartley? Truth or Dare?”

“Always dare,” Hartley said with confidence.

Julian’s mouth curled into a malicious grin. “I dare you to strip for us. Do a little dance too.”

“That’s nothing, y’all are weak. I expected it from Katherine, but et tu Julian?”

Without further ado, Hartley stood to his feet. Scott’s stomach twisted. Only four dares in and the humiliation was already starting. Of course, the corgi liked seeing his boyfriend show off. But stripping in front of his friends, especially Julian, was a step further than what Scott was comfortable with. As far as Scott knew, the dobie and husky were just best friends. Even then it made Scott uneasy that his boyfriend was so willing to strip in front of Julian.

The husky wasn’t exactly a shy dog. He winked at Scott and began dancing as the dobie had instructed, first yanking off his cowboy vest and shirt, tossing them to the floor. He swayed his hips side to side, humming a ridiculous tune. He hit notes that he likely wouldn’t have even attempted if sober. It was meant to be comedic rather than seductive, but Scott still found himself captivated by his boyfriend’s shameless striptease. Even when the husky was being a goofball, there was something magnetic about him.

“Work it cowboy!” Katherine whooped and catcalled the husky, egging him on further.

Hartley’s jeans dropped to the floor next. The husky had chosen a plain white jockstrap today.

“Enough, enough!” the pit bull cried out through a fit of laughter. Hartley gave the room another spin before collapsing back onto the bed. He didn’t bother putting his clothes back on.

“Alright. I hope you enjoyed the show,” Hartley winked at Scott and nudged him with his shoulder. “Darlin’? Truth or Dare?”

Scott swallowed nervously, feeling his heart thud in his chest. At least Hartley would take it easy, whichever option he chose. His first instinct was to pick truth, the safer option.

“Truth,” he decided.

“You sure, babe? You don’t wanna see what I’d make you do?” Hartley teased, giving the corgi a playful nudge. Scott narrowed his eyes, suppressing a smile that tugged at his lips.

“Truth,” Scott narrowed his eyes.

“Alright alright, easy one for ya,” Hartley said, turning onto his side to face Scott. “What did you think of me when we first met?”

Relief washed over Scott. Easy question indeed. Julian and Katherine watched with mild interest. “Well, I thought you were cute. Charming, even.” said Scott.

Hartley tilted his head. “That it?”

“I also couldn’t take my eyes off your ass,” Scott admitted, feeling warmth creep into his cheeks.

“There we go,” Hartley grinned. He wrapped Scott into a tight hug and kissed the corgi’s forehead.

They played several more rounds, dares becoming wilder and truths becoming more intimate. Katherine lit another joint and passed it around as the hours passed by. Hartley and Katherine continued to challenge each other, while Julian and Scott, for the most part, revealed more about themselves with each round.

Eventually, Katherine stretched, cracking her joints as she stood up. She glanced around the room. “Well, I’m beat. How about one more before I go? Hartley?”

“Do ya have to ask?”

“I dare you to suck Julian’s dick,” she challenged. She turned to leave, smirking at the boys before she left. “G’night, boys.” she said sweetly, stepping out the door without looking back. The door clicked shut on a near silent room.

Hartley looked just as taken aback as Scott felt. The grin he’d been wearing all night faltered into an expression of pure shock. Julian cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting in his seat.

“Well,” Julian said, breaking the quiet. “She’s gone now, so the game’s over.”

Hartley shrugged, his usual confidence wavering. “Yeah, but… I mean, a dare’s a dare, right?

Scott’s heart sank. Just the fact that his boyfriend was considering it made him feel nauseous. He clenched the bedsheets in his hands. Was Hartley being serious? This was way more than just a silly striptease. Scott elbowed the husky sharply, shooting him a disapproving look.

“You don’t have to do it just because she dared you to,” Scott said. “It doesn’t mean anything.” Hartley met his boyfriend’s gaze.

“I don’t want to lose though,” the husky muttered, suddenly sounding small.

“It’s just a game, babe. It’s not that serious.”

Julian spoke up. “We could just say you did. I mean, no one would know.”

Hartley furrowed his brows, deep in thought. “Lying’s worse than losing.” he mumbled.

Scott’s chest churned with a mix of emotions, some familiar like jealousy, some very unfamiliar. He flattened his hands against the bed, trying to keep himself grounded.

“I guess I don’t mind,” said the doberman hesitantly. “It’s just a quick blowjob, right? Not even that, she didn’t say you had to finish.”

“Wouldn’t bother me neither,” said Hartley. He turned to Scott, uncertain. The husky’s eyes softened in concern, “Darlin’, what do ya think?” the husky asked, his drawl stretching out ‘darling’. Those pleading eyes always managed to break Scott down.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Scott the weight of both boys looking at him.

“Sure?” the husky asked cautiously, squinting at his boyfriend, giving Scott one more chance to change his mind. The corgi nodded.

Hartley hopped off the bed, his tail flicking as he approached Julian, who stayed seated in his chair. Hartley knelt in front of the dobie. The husky had never redressed himself, so his furry butt was in full display as he leaned forward over his best friend’s lap. The dobie’s posture stiffened slightly.

The dobie glanced up at Scott, then down at Scott’s boyfriend; his best friend. Julian hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and pushed them to his ankles. He slid his boxers off the same way. He leaned back in his chair, presenting an already semi-erect canine penis between his thighs. Hartley looked up at his best friend, and then down at the cock in front of his face.

The sight of his boyfriend staring down the barrel of another guy’s cock made the corgi’s breath hitch. He was unable to do more than watch in stunned silence.

Hartley leaned in, parting his lips slightly before meeting Julian’s tip. Hartley’s tongue flicked teasingly against the underside of the shaft before him. He took the length into his mouth slowly and deliberately, more so than he had to.

Julian inhaled sharply, and Hartley placed his hand on the dobie’s thigh as if to reassure him. Hartley performed his dare well, sucking the dobie’s dick down his throat. He raised his head off Julian’s hard dick. Rather than stop, Hartley gripped the dobie’s knot tightly and continued the blowjob, sucking it down with an eager pace. The husky’s applied light squeezes to his best friend’s bulging knot, something that made Julian writhe in pleasure.

Scott felt something inside him breaking, cracking throughout his very foundation. The corgi’s breath was shallow, his chest tight. His eyes fixated on the sight of his boyfriend suckling on the dobie’s thick meat. It wasn’t cheating, was it? Because Scott had explicitly said this was fine. Still, jealousy rose in him and threatened to spill out. It was too late to back out. He had to wait until Julian finished.

Afraid to make a noise and draw attention to himself, Scott silently hugged his legs to his chest. The movement drew the corgi’s attention to his growing shaft against his leg. It had grown while he was watching. With the alcohol and pot fogging his mind, the corgi struggled to put into words what he felt. Yes, it hurt seeing Hartley suck someone else off, especially with such vigor. It was also weirdly hot. And the way Hartley swayed his bushy tail behind him, clad only in a jockstrap.

Scott slid off the bed. He eyed the scene before him. Julian met Scott’s eye for a brief moment. He looked almost proud, although Scott wondered if he imagined it. Then the dobie leaned his head back and closed his eyes, huffing and puffing. Hartley’s eyes were closed too. Not that he would have been able to see Scott with a face full of dick anyway. The dobie had Hartley’s face stuffed in his crotch, but the corgi had something better. He had the husky’s ass. And he’d had it plenty of times. Now was the time to prove to Julian that Scott’s bond with Hartley was just as intimate and unbreakable.

The corgi undressed and tossed his clothes in a pile. Any reservation he had disappeared at the beautiful view of Hartley’s fuzzy white ass. Scott knelt and approached the pair as he would a dangerous animal. He placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend’s rear, making the husky jump in surprise. Hartley got the hint immediately. Hardly missing a beat on the cock in front of him, he propped his rear end up with his tail raised, presenting to Scott. The corgi blushed. Every time he saw the husky’s ass was just like the first time. His erect length throbbed at the sight of Hartley’s puckered holed nestled between those muscled cheeks. Scott made quick work of lubing himself and the husky’s tight hole, spurting thick globs from the lube Hartley kept under his bed.

Julian took notice of the cap opening on the bottle of lube. He smirked at Scott and placed a hand on Hartley’s head as if to say ‘Do what you want back there, but don’t take him off my cock’. Scott resisted the urge to sneer back. If he had to watch his boyfriend give the dobie a blowjob, the dobie would have to watch Scott fuck his best friend.

The husky adjusted his legs so he was at the perfect height for Scott, a position they were both familiar with. Scott gripped his slick member and settled it in Hartley’s crack, warmth meeting warmth. He spread pre around with his leaking cock head and pushed it forward as Hartley pushed back. None of the dogs uttered a word. The pressure finally gave way as the corgi slid in up to the knot, bumping his boyfriend further on the other male’s cock.

The spaded tip pressed itself past the husky’s entrance into wet inner walls. Scott eased himself in and out of his boyfriend’s hole, trying to focus only on their union rather than the third male in front of them. Harltey took all of the corgi’s length, each feeling every inch of the corgi cock inside. Hips needfully grinded against hips as their bodies connected. The husky was always so ready for him, always willing to take the corgi’s dick no matter the time or place.

Between the slurps of a sloppy blowjob and the wet claps of heavy thrusts, Julian began to moan. Hartley engulfed Julian’s meat in his muzzle, surely letting it hit the back of his throat. The dobie began to thrust upwards, also pushing Hartley’s head down with a hand. Loudly, the husky gagged as he was force fed his best friend’s length. The gaga subsided as the dobie’s full length squeezed into the husky’s gullet.

Scott looked. Then stared. He knew he shouldn’t. The sight would stay in his mind for weeks to come. He should have just ignored the act playing out in front of him and enjoyed Hartley’s ass. But he looked. And he saw every bit of it. Scott saw Julian’s fat doggy cock, thicker and longer than his, deep inside his boyfriend’s throat, forcing sounds out of the husky that Scott had never heard before. He saw the bulge in his boyfriend’s neck, filled with another guy’s girth. Worst of all, the corgi saw how his boyfriend gripped the dobie’s thighs, needing next to no encouragement in devouring that fat red cock.

Long, slow thrusts spread Hartley’s ass open. The corgi pulled all the way out and bucked all the way to the hilt, popping his swelling knot in and out of the husky’s rear. The trio moved in sync, meeting each other’s every thrust. Every heavy thrust from Scott pushed Julian’s length deep in his boyfriend’s throat. Despite his complicated feelings, Scott found himself slamming into Hartley with force just to watch the shaft fill the husky’s mouth all the way up. The corgi bent forward, his chest resting on Hartley’s back. Inches from his face, his boyfriend passionately swallowed dobie dick. The corgi wrapped his hand under the husky’s waist, possessively entwining their bodies further.

Two cocks rocked Hartley back and forth. Scott had never felt so jealous, so disgusted not only with himself, but also so aroused all at once. Pleasure flowed through the corgi’s body as he pounded his husky’s backside with everything he had, showing not only Hartley, but Julian as well what he was capable of. The corgi fought his peak, desperate not to cum before the dobie did. The only thing that really mattered was his boyfriend beneath him, and the need to claim him, but he had to wait. He had to last longer.

Julian’s moans grew louder as Hartley worked over his length. The husky sucked hungrily, grunting as he was plundered from both ends. Husky tongue wrapped itself around the dobie’s knot, lapping up every drop it could. He pressed his nose against the base of his friend’s shaft, dipping his tongue to the dobie’s balls, greedily trying to swallow their essence too.

Fervent moans filled the air as Julian came in Hartley’s mouth, each jet shooting past the husky’s uvula into his stomach. Hartley milked the dobie for every drop, drinking the fluids with the same eagerness he usually reserved for Scott. Scott shivered in perverse arousal as he watched Hartley suck Julian dry. He felt more like a voyeur than an active participant. Wave after wave of dobie seed wormed its way down the husky’s throat as the dobie held Scott’s boyfriend’s head down, pushing him to drink it all.

The corgi’s thrusts became erratic as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. Scott panted heavily. He didn’t want to cum to this. To Julian claiming his boyfriend’s mouth. But he did. He hammered Hartley’s passage hard, unable to stop himself from climaxing. Painfully aching corgi dick began to empty itself into Hartley in unison with Julian. Hot cum flowed from his balls as they slapped against the husky’s taint. Scott’s thrusts were short and shallow, leaving his knot inside while his hot load throbbed deep into Hartley’s rectum. It was unlike any orgasm Scott had ever had. The boys made a mess of Hartley’s ass and mouth, coating each with their juices. Pleasure coursed through Scott’s body. Dribbles of dobie cum leaked from the sides of the husky’s mouth, wetting his cheeks. Scott felt the mess of cum and lube coating his crotch.

Gradually, the dogs calmed down and allowed their cocks to withdraw from Hartley’s gripping body. Scott’s cock gave one final twitch as it popped from between the husky’s wanting cheeks. Julian’s did the same, sending one more spurt of watery cum into Hartley’s open mouth before falling back onto the dobie’s tan belly. The room was heavy with the scent of cum and sex. Scott’s face burned with embarrassment at the post sex realization of what he’d done. He’d let his man give someone else a blowjob with no dissent at all. And he’d been an active participant in the pair’s enjoyment.

Julian inhaled sharply through his nose and stuffed his dick back in his pants, breaking a thin line of spit that connected his cock and Hartley’s lips. He now avoided Scott’s gaze entirely.

“So uh… I guess you won the dare,” said Julian.

“Mhm,” Hartley grunted. For the first time that night, the husky seemed like he didn’t know what to say.

Julian stood up and stretched his arms and legs back as his body was overtaken by a yawn. “Well. I’m gonna get to bed. See you guys in chem tomorrow?” He flashed a quick awkward smile at the pair.

Hartley and Scott remained silent as Julian slid his shoes on and left. The air between them still felt charged. Emotions swirled in Scott’s chest. His boyfriend chuckled, breaking through the tension. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing cum and spit on his cheek. A grin spread across his lips as he turned around to face Scott and sat back on his haunches, mirroring the corgi. Even on their knees, the husky was several inches taller than Scott.

Hartley leaned forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to Scott’s. It was firm, but soft. The salty flavor of the dobie’s cum dominated Hartley’s usual taste. The husky’s soft tongue ventured into the corgi’s mouth, pushing the taste onto Scott’s tongue too. The mixture of fluids swirled around Scott’s taste buds. Scott swallowed it. It registered as repulsive somewhere deep in his mind, his boyfriend french kissing the taste of another male into his mouth. Despite the unfamiliar taste, the corgi’s tension melted away and he softly moaned into the kiss.

The couple pulled apart.

“Well that was somethin’. Right, babe?” Hartley asked like the something in question wasn’t sucking his best friend to completion. Scott swallowed hard, his mind racing, still muddled by the buzz of pot and beer. He kept his eyes fixated on the beige carpet under his legs.

Hartley tilted his head, his grin fading into a look of concern. “Darlin’,” he said. “You know you’re my fella, right? Ain’t nothin’ gonna change that. Ever.”

“I know,” Scott let out a shaky breath. “You’re my guy too. I guess, it was just weird watching you do that.”

“I’ll never do anything like that again,” the husky said with genuine sincerity. Scott believed him. Hartley laid a paw on the corgi’s thigh. “Just us from now on, I promise. Dare or no.”

Scott thought for a moment, weighing his next words with great care. “Honestly? I didn’t entirely hate it,” he mumbled, glancing up to catch the husky’s wide eyes and raised eyebrows. His cheeks flushed with blood as he spoke. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a while.” A grin returned to Hartley’s face.

“Well, that’s somethin’ we can talk about later,” Hartley raised to his feet, pulling Scott with him in his strong grip. “But for tonight, let’s just get some sleep. Just the two of us for the rest of the night.”

Harltey pecked a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s head in reassurance, dismissing the corgi’s uncertainty. He guided Scott to bed where they found familiar comfort in each other’s embrace. They cuddled until morning, just the two of them.