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“Matt, wake up…Come on big boy…”

Along with the familiar voice came a gentle hand, scratching and rubbing the back of my ears. Damn, that felt good…whoever was doing this knew all of my sweet spots.

Then again, who else could this be?

Peeling my eyes open, I was greeted with warm morning glow and a smiling face.

“Kota…” I half-grinned, half-murmured. Though not fully awake, I could feel my wagging tail, thumping happily against the bed sheet.

“Hey,” he continued to smile at me, but his scratches had now gotten more playful as they began to tickle quite mischievously, “Get up. Can’t be late on your first day at work, right?”

The reminder hit me like a truck, and had it not been for Kota holding me back, I would’ve started the day head-butting my partner.

“Easy now, there’s still plenty of time. And I made you breakfast.” Kota assured me with a grin, “Can’t be helped, you had it pretty rough last night.”

My fuzzy mind gradually caught up to his words. Indeed, to celebrate my new job, Kota and I had quite a wild night out with our friends, and despite his objections, they still managed to coax me into drinking myself into a stupor, shot after shot. If anything, it was a miracle that I wasn’t on a bender at the moment…

Wait, it wasn’t a miracle, it was him. Half of my supposed liquor intake last night went to Kota instead, and if there was one thing I knew he absolutely loathed, it was alcohol of any kind. And today, he woke up early to make me breakfast, just like he’d always done since we moved in together.

I marked him. I should be taking care of him…not the other way around.

A gentle pat on the head interrupted my self-pity and made me look at him, “What are you thinking about, we always look out for each other. It’s not a duty either of us must fulfill but simply what we want to do, right?”

“But I…”

“Bae, I’m not in the mood for a therapy session this early in the morning, so how about we enjoy some good food together before you blow your coworkers away with that devilishly handsome face. You don’t wanna give off a bad impression after all we’ve been through to land that job, do you?”

As always, he read me like an open book, not that I minded. I meant, people often preached about not judging a book by its cover, but that was exactly what they did most of the time…the fucking hypocrisy. In my case, they looked at me and expected big things, because I was gifted (or cursed) with an above average look, and nine out of ten times, their behaviors toward me seemed to be based on assumptions rather than genuine understanding or concern, as if my self-doubt and insecurity weren’t enough. Then again, perhaps people’s expectations were what caused those unfortunate notions to begin with. Thankfully, somewhere amid those lies and façades, there were still people blessing me with honesty and affection, my family, and my beloved partner.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, “Alright, just give me a sec.”

“That’s my boy.” He grinned and ruffled my head fur. Ah, I could never get enough of this.

…

During my ride to work, I couldn’t help recalling how things had escalated for us.

We tried to keep our relationship hidden, but like I’d said, beastfolks’ sense of smell was unnaturally keen and it hadn’t been long before everyone figured it out. Kevin was the first one, but to my surprise, he seemed rather chill about the news, as the man himself put it – we were all adults, thus had every right to make life choices as long as we were ready for responsibilities and consequences. Others’ reactions hadn’t been nearly as tame, though.

The college folks had been split right down the middle. Some expressed outrage about how an ‘elite’ beastman would tangle himself with a human, a male no less. Some scratched their heads trying to explain our relationship, even coming up with vile conspiracy theories like Kota had allegedly blackmailed or used some substance to scramble my brain. In short, they all condemned us but always victimized me while Kota was portrayed as an evil, crafty, manipulative human that had somehow brainwashed, intoxicated or forced me into this affair.

Thankfully, most of my classmates had formed some trust and affection for Kota, and they all stood up to defend us, as did a great number of students (though I had no idea whether it was genuine or just because we were the real-life version of cross-species BL novels). Many of the school staff, mostly lecturers, also gave us approval, citing Kota as a diligent and respectful student.

None of the negative press concerned us though. Kota was already someone who never let others define him, and as for me, I simply didn’t understand the fuss, because no matter how hard they tried to gaslight us or twist the narrative of our relationship, we were ultimately just two guys dating one another. Deep down, those people knew there was nothing they could do to separate us, because beastmen were extremely serious when it came to marking - once a bond had been formed, it could never be broken without consent from both parties. I certainly never would. My eyes had always been on him, ever since the first day.

The look everyone gave me after my self-introduction had pretty much been the same regardless of how many times I changed school: Admiration, expectation, desire or even envy, yet when I looked around the class that day, there was one exception. He sat alone, yet there was no loneliness in those eyes. He stood out amid a sea of beastmen, yet didn’t seem out of place. He was friendly and polite, yet at the same time so distant and mystifying. One evaluative glance was all he’d spared me, but somehow, it hadn’t put me off at all.

Kota…they told me that was his name, which for a long time was all I knew about my future lover, because despite all the bravado people associated with me, I simply failed to muster enough courage to do anything other than watching him from behind. Pathetic, yes, but I guessed even Fate grew tired of my cowardice, thus my chance finally arrived.

If I was questioned about my most nerve-wracking experience, perhaps my answer would be the time I was tasked to convince Kota to join my class’s play. My anxiety, of course, stemmed from the fact that up until that point, my interaction with him had practically been nonexistent, and it didn’t help that at the time, Kota himself seemingly had no interest in anything but his study. Then, like a creepy stalker, I startled and nearly made him fall off his chair. I almost wanted to die in shame in that moment, and my heart sank even lower when Kota addressed me in a painfully indifferent tone, understandably so, but still…

His apparent hesitation after I’d mentioned the play had me convinced that I’d screwed up, so I tried the only thing my mind came up with to make him change his mind. To my surprise and relief, he agreed to my lunch invitation, and it turned out it wasn’t the only time Kota caught me off-guard that day.

…

“Sir, we’re here.” The cab driver’s voice shook me off my reminiscence.

“Ah…right, thank you. How much?” I replied awkwardly.

Paying the driver, I exited the taxi and took a deep breath, running my eyes over my new workplace – an advertising agency, fairly popular with many local businesses. Far from the most appealing job in the world, but it paid the bills and suited my capabilities, which were all I needed. Speaking of bills, I’d better find a different way to commute, or I’d go broke just from taking cabs daily. Kota would definitely kill me if he saw my bank statement. I can already hear his sharp voice lecturing me about financial responsibility.

A name tag and a short description of the building layout were given to me by a hare receptionist, but all I could think about was her no-nonsense poker face. My tension didn’t last long though. Everyone in my department was welcoming, especially the enthusiastic manager, well, a bit too enthusiastic, but since he was a husky…Anyway, Charlie the manager introduced me to the staff, who took turns giving me handshakes. Some even flashed me flirty grins, but I didn’t mind. Work ethic 101: Don’t antagonize co-workers on your first day, especially those who could boss you around.

When the impromptu welcoming committee finally disbanded and everyone was about to start working, the door suddenly swung open, followed by audible panting.

“Look who we have here, the other newbie.” Charlie announced; his voice, still friendly, now carried a hint of criticism. Clearly his easygoing demeanor didn’t carry from chit-chats to work.

It didn’t take long for the new guy to realize he was scrutinized, “I apologize, sir! It won’t happen again.”

I was nearly petrified. I knew that voice, and if I could scream my lungs out right now, I would. Of all the millions random people who could happen to be my colleague, why must it be him?

“Oh well,” the manager exhaled, “Come here lad, let me introduce you to your fellow newbie, Matt…”

Turning around as slowly as I possibly could, I was greeted by a familiar face – that of a German Shepherd I’d desperately wanted to forget. That face was the same as I remembered from years ago, albeit even more handsome now…and masked in complete shock.

In that moment, we only stared at each other, as if we both still had a hard time registering the other’s presence.

“You two know each other?” Charlie said, picking up on the odd tension between us.

“Yes…” I struggled to reply, “We are…were classmates before I transferred to another college.”

“Talk about coincidence. Small world, isn’t it?” the husky grinned.

“Sure is.” I agreed while hoping Charlie wouldn’t catch the sarcasm in my voice.

“Matt, I…” Dan started, but I quickly interrupted him after realizing the whole office had their eyes on us, “Not now, please. We’re wasting time.”

“Alright, back to work everyone!” Charlie declared, putting an end to the others’ curiosity. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself to my assigned cubicle and began my first day at work.

…

As I expected, Dan ran after me as soon as my work hours finished. Not that I hadn’t noticed the way his gaze had fixated on me for a large chunk of our shift…Was this how Kota’d felt when dealing with the same antics from me years ago?

“Matt, wait…” Dan exhaled, wiping the sweat from this forehead, “Can we talk?”

I’d promised Kota to get home early for dinner to try his first attempt at beef wellington…but a few minutes would be fine, “Sure.”

“Are you doing well?” the German Shepherd started gingerly, almost unrecognizably so from the loose cannon who’d once lashed out on me for refusing to be his walking tourist attraction. Though I supposed people aren’t entirely incapable of changing for the better, I probably just felt spiteful.

“I guess. Just graduated last year and haven’t found a job ‘til now, but otherwise, I’m good. How about you?”

“I…uh, I’m doing okay. Didn’t expect you to actually change school after we…broke up. I asked everyone but none of them knew where you’d transferred to.”

Just when I thought this conversation was going nowhere, a buzz came to my rescue – or rather, my cute human partner. Kota texted to inform me that dinner would be ready in fifteen minutes and urged me to go home quickly. Just thinking about the dish made my mouth water.

“Sorry, Dan, but I’m kinda in a rush. We’ll talk some other time, ‘kay!” I wrapped up our talk as quickly and politely as possible before rushing out to catch the nearest cab. Call it cowardice or rudeness, but my time was too precious to be wasted here stuttering and trying to prolong a talk that was doomed to fail from the get go. Besides, Kota’s incredible cooking had never let me down, and I was expecting another show-stopper from him tonight, especially when the treat awaiting me was something I expected to be exclusively a fine-dining experience. It wasn’t until Kota mercilessly pointed out my restless tail and goofy smile that I realized I might’ve been wearing those expressions all the way home.

“Look at you, sparkling eyes and wagging tail. Is beef wellington that exciting?”

“I’ll have this over Gordon Ramsay’s, mmm, smells so good.” I replied honestly, greedily inhaling the mouth-watering aroma.

“Say that to Gordon’s face and he’ll turn you into an idiot sandwich. Also, don’t expect me to make this often. It really was a pain in the ass.” Kota chuckled, handing me my plate, “How was your first day, anything exciting?”

My movements paused, the image of a certain German Shepherd flicking across my mind. Should I tell him? Knowing Kota, he wasn’t one to get jealous easily, though I was more concerned about ruining his mood.

“So there was something.” Kota nodded to himself as I was still in the middle of making up my mind, “Go ahead, tell me.”

Since he’d already known, I might as well reveal everything, “You remember my ex Dan?”

Sure enough, Kota’s eyebrows twitched. I really had no idea what he made of Dan, but it wouldn’t be uncommon for people to foster a degree of animosity toward their lovers’ exes, “He’s one of my colleagues.”

Anxiety crept up my spine as I scanned Kota’s face for signs of contempt or snarky remarks, but there was none. In fact, my lover remained surprisingly calm, as if what I’d just disclosed was but some trivial matter.

“What’s with that look, you know I’m not the jealous type.” Kota’s lips curved into a smirk when he noticed my nervous glance. A hand reached out, gently closing around mine, “I’m just worried he might start bothering you.”

“He did try to talk with me today, but his temperament was quite...how to put it, tame compared to back then.” I replied, “I think nothing bad will happen this time.”

“Sure hope so, but no matter what, I know one thing for certain.”

“Mmm?”

“You don’t have to face anything alone.”

Heart fluttering, I started to recall that time, when we’d decided to come out to my parents.

It felt exactly like yesterday, Kota standing next to me; warmth spread from his hand to mine, giving me the courage to reveal my secrets, and if there had been any doubt and disappointment in their mind after having learnt about their only son’s sexuality, Kota swept it all away at once, “I respect your opinions. If you can’t accept Matt then I will, but once that happens, don’t expect me to give him back.”

Unnerving silence filled the air, while shock was the only visible expression on my parents’ faces, yet Kota refused to back down. Just when I thought my boyfriend and parents were about to stare a hole through one another, my father finally spoke up, “You talk big, kid, but do you know what this means? I don’t mind Matt being with another male, but you’re a human. Who do you think would approve this kind of relationship? You’ll be targeted, ridiculed, harassed, and so will our son. If you really wish him well, leave him at once before you’re both dragged into a mess.”

“There you go, there’s your limit. You’re too concerned about others’ opinions.” Kota rebutted mercilessly, “I think you two have figured it out by now. You’re bonded with your wife, so you of all people should know how painful it is when a bond is broken. I don’t mean to guilt-trip you or anything, but will you really put your only son into a position where he has to break a bond he willingly made, then spend the rest of his life in solitude and pain?”

My father growled, teeth baring dangerously, and just when I was about to step in to protect Kota, came the voice of the only person who had stayed silent so far, “Relax, dear.”

A sigh of relief escaped my muzzle. Gentle but reasonable, my mother always knew how to put her somewhat stubborn husband at ease. Gazing at Kota, mom started, “Kota, isn’t it? Can I have a few words?”

Kota nodded, “Please do, Mrs. Henderson.”

“Things must be difficult for you, being the only human in a beastman college.”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. People do gossip, but I’m sure they mean no real harm, and the same will happen if a beastman attends human-only schools anyway. Disliking someone because of their race is just idiotic, not to mention many beastmen are pretty likable…”

Kota paused and smiled fondly at me.

“But it did get worse for you when they knew about your relationship with our son, didn’t it? I apologize for the troubles Matt has caused you.”

I wanted to scream at my mother, just what was she implying!

Unlike me, Kota remained perfectly calm, “Not at all, Mrs. Henderson. As I said, not all beastmen are unreasonable. My friends and professors showed us lots of support, but that aside…perhaps your husband does have a point. Right now, I may not be Matt’s equal. I come from a poor family, I haven’t bought him any expensive gift, the best date I’ve afforded him so far was a movie night, and like Mr. Henderson just said, I’m a human…”

My lover paused and took a deep breath, then continued, “But if I honestly believed in all of that, Matt and I would’ve never gotten to this point. You’re also right that once we stay together, there’s a chance we’ll both be under risk of bully and humiliation, and that’s just how life works, we can’t please everyone. Instead of running away or proving a point to those who likely will never listen, isn’t it better to just enjoy our life? Maybe…maybe if we show them, they’ll understand. I’m not saying we can change the world in one day, but at least it’s a start.”

Barely able to contain the urge to hug Kota, I could only squeeze his hand gently, feeling the warmth spread in our entwined fingers. My mother looked at us for a while before letting out a deep sigh, then she spoke again, to her husband this time, “I think it’s best to let them be.”

Before my father could protest, mom had already placed a hand reassuringly on his shoulder, “This youth here has made his point clear. I know he’s a human, which is fine, he seems more trustworthy than many of our kind. Beside…weren’t we just the same back then? I think your parents might’ve thought you’d hit another rebellious phase; don’t you find it nostalgic…”

My dad let out a barely audible whine, most likely embarrassed by the recall of his wild courtship tale. The middle-aged wolf then contemplated Kota for a while, and finally gave us a reluctant nod.

Even though Kota didn’t show any change in emotions, I could feel his hand tremble slightly in mine. Before we could sigh relief, however, my father warned, “Don’t get ahead of yourself! We won’t let you off the hook if you do anything to hurt our boy.”

Kota flinched. He gazed at me for a few seconds, then replied, “If either of us has to get hurt, I’d rather it’s me, not him.”

Mom gave us a warm, encouraging smile, while her husband simply huffed. In that moment, I knew a tiny crack had been formed on the old wolf’s ever-present stubbornness, leaving space for the seed of acceptance to grow.

…

With a heavy sigh, I slumped against my chair and saved my work progress. A game publisher known for their various mobile MMORPGs suddenly decided to jump on the horror bandwagon, and hired our company to advertise their latest project, despite having yet to decide what they were going for, supernatural, psychological or survival horror, and the result - a cacophony of genres and ideas that felt like a Resident Evil/Silent Hill/FNAF mashup. They might as well try to make Deadpool PG-13, though I had a feeling even that would’ve been easier.

The aroma of hot coffee caught my attention, and my eyes were greeted by the sight of a smiling German Shepherd as he placed a steaming cup in front of me, “How’s it going?”

“Nowhere. Can’t really meet their demands if I don’t even know what they want.” I exhaled in frustration and took a sip of the coffee, “Thanks for this, by the way.”

“It’s nothing. Hey, uhm…want to grab lunch together, everyone has already left.” Dan offered.

Dan’s reminder alerted me to my other colleagues’ absence. So ditching the hardworking newbie to go for lunch by themselves was a part of their company culture, eh? I should’ve expected this.

With no better option, I agreed. Lunchbreak was already halfway through - too late to eat out or order takeaway, and Kota having to leave early for work meant no lunchbox for me today. As we made our way to the company’s cafeteria, I couldn’t help feeling others’ gazes, faint as they were, but my tired mind quickly dismissed them. Also, I was just too hungry to care.

At least the food was decent. Soon we were seated at a relatively quiet table, loaded with handpicked dishes…memories of that time I’d treated Kota to lunch flashed through my mind, bringing a smile to my face even though the one in front of me now was my German Shepherd ex.

Speaking of my ex…he really should hold back on the glances and stares. It was getting uncomfortable.

“Dan, I know there’re a lot on your mind right now, so just let them out.” putting down my sandwich, I suggested – something I would’ve never done back then, but after many years with Kota, his brazenness must’ve rubbed off on me.

For a moment, the Shepherd just stared at me, then finally spoke, “Nothing, it’s just…we’ve been apart for years, but I haven’t had any chance to talk with you.”

“Well, I’m all ears.” I offered.

Dan stirred his untouched spaghetti with his fork, and I had to fight back a sigh. Funny how some people seemed unable to keep their secrets most of the time, yet always had trouble finding where to start when given the chance. Still, if my guess was correct, the mandatory first line would be…

“Have Mr. and Ms. Henderson been doing well?”

Yup.

And it went on, and on, and on…even for someone educated to keep his manners, I could tell my patience was wearing thin. To my relief, he eventually ran out of questions that had nothing to do with me, “What about you? How’ve you been faring after…we broke up?”

“I had it quite rough…but I didn’t blame you. There wasn’t much of a choice since our relationship was beyond fixing at that point.”

“There was.” Dan protested, “At least you didn’t have to move away!”

“Dan… Even if we broke up, staying at the same place would be a recipe for disaster.” I sighed. Besides, I got to meet my mate, so it hadn’t been all for nothing.

The shepherd looked down at his plate, avoiding my eyes, “I know; you’ve always been so kind, so thoughtful, but I just took it for granted. I really was a fool back then.”

“At least now we can be good friends, right? Whatever happened, just let it go.”

“I can’t!” Dan slammed the table, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized we were attracting privy eyes, “I can’t, Matt. I can’t let go of those memories…I tried so hard. I had…new people, but it’s never been the same. I waited, to see if there would come a time I actually want you less, but no. Can we…?”

“No.” I said curtly. That was rude, but I honestly must put an end to this, “Listen, Dan…You’re handsome and talented, I’m sure finding a boyfriend would be a cakewalk for you, but it’s just not me.”

“A cakewalk you say?” Dan huffed and eyed the entire cafeteria as if no one here was even worth his time, “I’ve had enough of that shit. I don’t want anyone except you, Matt. I need you, is there really no chance for us?”

Sure isn’t, and what you just said…doesn’t exactly sound like love, I wanted to correct Dan, but decided to keep my mouth shut. Given his current state, I didn’t want to set him off, at least not here, “Dan, you’re not the only one trying to move on. I tried as well, and I did. It’s no use crying over spilled milk, but at least I hope we can remain good friends from now on.”

Grabbing my half-eaten sandwich, I turned around to leave the cafeteria, only to pause briefly when I caught Dan’s words, “You have someone new, don’t you?”

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to let Dan know not only had I found someone, I’d found the best person in the whole damn world, and I’d even marked that person…but I ultimately kept on walking. Whether or not I confirmed his suspicion, Dan would only believe what he wanted to believe, and from what I could recall about my ex, a yes right now would only mean a world of trouble for Kota.

(A few months later)

Things had been going well for both me and Kota. Really well for my lover, in fact. I honestly didn’t know what kinds of trick my human had up his sleeve, maybe he had convinced his co-workers with his insightful nature and charming mischief, maybe he earned their goodwill via his amazing culinary magic…either way, he got a promotion after merely two months into his new job, quite a feat if you asked me. Perhaps I should ask him to bake some kind of those cookies for my whole department next time.

Speaking of next time, I was starting to feel a little desperate for some quality time with my partner. Like him, I also had a lot on my plate lately, as through sheer luck, not only had I managed to pull off the bizarre horror game trailer, but it also turned out to be a huge success. Now the same game developer was commissioning two more trailers for their newest project, and as I was the one credited for their recent sales, they insisted on me handling this one as well. Not every day such an opportunity presented itself, so of course I was more than happy to take it, but that also meant both Kota and I were now buried under a mountain of work and deadlines. No more homemade breakfasts and dinners, no more lunchboxes, no more Saturday movie nights…

“Matt? Hello, are you there, Matt?” Charlie’s voice shook me off my thoughts.

“Ah…sorry, I was thinking about this new project.”

“So how’s it going?” the husky manager asked.

“Not good. This may take a while, maybe even longer than the first one.” I admitted. Even though their ideas were thankfully more concise this time, the range of targeted audience had also been ludicrously widened, almost like they were trying to make a one-size-fits-all game. Yup, that wasn’t gonna happen, but as commissioners, they had the right to demand whatever the fuck they wanted. C’est la vie, right?

“Another two weeks? But this is a rush order!”

“I know, but there’s only so much I can do on my own…” I shrugged.

“Then…how about a partner?”

“Huh?”

Before I could react to his suggestion, the husky beckoned a certain German Shepherd over, “Dan, come here.”

“Starting now, you both will be in charge of this project.” Charlie gestured to both of us; his voice and manner made it clear refusal wasn’t optional, “Dan is pretty good, and since you two already know each other, teamwork ain’t no big deal, I assume?”

Dan nodded wordlessly. Despite his calm interior, I could tell his excitement by his slightly wagging tail. Come to think of it, wasn’t he quite enthusiastic about this project...Hmm, I had a bad feeling about this whole thing.

Nah, I was probably overthinking. Stress and deadlines tended to have that effect on people, though just to be sure, I needed to talk this over with Kota.

….

In concern for our health, Kota and I had both agreed to cease all sexual activities until we got a break from our busy schedules. That night, while cuddling with him on the couch, I decided to bring up the teamwork incident and waited for Kota’s take on it.

“What do you think about this?”

“It’s likely the stress speaking.” Kota said as he stroked the arm I was wrapping around him, then let out a heavy sigh, “We haven’t had a chance to catch our breath lately, have we?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “But something still feels…off about this whole thing. Dan’s enthusiasm, the convenient timing…how do I put it…I have a hint that something may go off the rail.”

“If anything really happens, just give me a call.” Kota offered, “No matter when or where you are, I’ll be there right away.”

Perhaps noticing my lingering concern, he continued, “Alright, if you’re still worried, I’ll prepare some…precautions for you tomorrow, but now, forget about all that. Say, Matt…”

“Hmm?”

“I know our work can’t be helped, but I think we both need a break, so…any chance you can spare a few days after this project? We can book a short vacation, or just stay at home relaxing. I really miss our time together, do you?”

Kota’s offer completely hit the spot. I meant, worker exploitation was nothing new, and sadly, they often had to roll with that bs…I guessed they just couldn’t afford to jeopardize their income. Everyone needed money after all, and the people who denied that fact were either hypocrites, people with nothing to live for or the filthy rich, though given my current stage, no paycheck was worth burning my candle from both ends for.

Moreover, if that game developer indeed became a regular customer of my company, me being the main reason for it should at least guarantee some sort of incentives, and between bonus checks and quality time to spend with my lover, I’d pick the latter every time. Kota must’ve felt the same way.

“I’ll ask my boss. Hopefully he’d be reasonable.” I replied. Now I actually found my motivation to finish the new project as fast and efficiently as possible.

The next day, Kota gave me two small vials, one red and one blue, along with the instructions, “Always keep these with you. At any point, if you feel an unusual drowsiness, take one pill from the blue bottle, and if you feel an unnatural heat, take one from the red.”

I nodded, but couldn’t control my curiosity, “What are these, Kota?”

“You don’t wanna know, but rest assured they aren’t poison.” My lover winked at me teasingly, “And let’s hope you don’t ever have to touch them, but pills or not, remember: if you need me, just make the call and I’ll be there.”

I moved closer to kiss Kota softly, “Thank you, I will.”

…

As much as I hated to admit, Dan actually made a pretty good partner when he wasn’t being obsessed with our former relationship. The shepherd was sharp and quick in pointing out my errors and offering new ideas. From a technical standpoint, he wasn’t too shabby either, and indeed a great help whenever we came across anything particularly complicated. If I recalled, Dan had done really well during his college time, and would’ve made a cool date hadn’t he been attention-starved and aggressive back then…

Come on Matt, this is going so well, don’t ruin it for no reason! I told myself and tried to shift my focus back to the work at hand. Charlie was right, Dan’s help had really improved this project’s pace and quality. Had it only been me, two weeks might not be enough to finish the whole thing, yet within barely half the duration, Dan and I were about to pull it off, and now we only needed to do a test run and clean things up for the final product. I’d also expressed my wish for a few days off, and thankfully, my employers all agreed that keeping me alive and happy was the best way to ensure my future exploitation…I mean, contributions. Already I could picture those quality time chilling and doing… other stuff with my beloved Kota. Mmm, I could hardly wait.

“Let’s call it a day.” I said and shut down my computer, “We’ll do the rest tomorrow.”

“About that…if we have to work overtime tomorrow, would you mind if we continue somewhere else instead of here?” Dan said gingerly, fidgeting with his nametag.

“Huh? But why?”

“I, uh, I hate big, empty places.”

That revelation certainly surprised me, but it was reasonable enough, “So where do you wanna work, then?”

“How about your place?” the shepherd proposed, and my instant reaction was a resounding ‘no’. Privacy reasons aside, who in their right mind would invite their ex-lover to the place they were living with their current lover?

I thought my ex would make a fuss about my cutthroat decline, but he accepted it oddly well and simply switched to another suggestion, “Then, what do you think about my home?”

“Yours?”

“Yeah…since you don’t want me to come over, why don’t we work at mine? We’ll have all the peace and time we need, and…well, I just hope you could visit my place at least once, as a…friend.”

The way Dan’s last word came out was so…heart-breaking, my feelings couldn’t help going a little soft. For the last few days, I’d been constantly on guard while Dan’s behaviors were perfectly fine, and no matter how great my suspicion was in the beginning, it’d undoubtedly deflated a great deal now. Thus, without a second thought, I agreed to the Shepherd’s request.

When I got home that night, Kota was already deeply asleep; soundly as ever, yet I could see a hint of exhaustion behind those closed eyes. Like me, he’d been working really hard to complete all tasks at hand, and even though our agreement was to prepare for the trip together, I knew he must’ve had the details planned in secret. Sometimes I wished I could convince Kota to not shoulder everything by himself, yet that sense of responsibility was seemingly second nature to him…well, the least I could do was handling matters between me and Dan on my own. A week had nearly passed uneventfully, what could possibly go wrong?

“Sweet dreams, Kota.” I whispered and kissed his forehead. My lover stirred in his sleep as I gently pulled him into a cuddle.

…

Just as my ex had predicted, the workday ended with us unable to finish our project, so the last chunk was taken over to Dan’s house for completion. After getting takeout for dinner, the Shepherd finally led me to his place – a rather large flat on the third floor of an apartment complex with steel blue-painted interiors. The flat was overly luxurious for someone who’d just gotten a job, but then I remembered how Dan’s well-off family was and asked no further question. What indeed surprised me, was how well-organized everything looked, though it soon became clear that this tidiness wasn’t something out of habit. The pile of magazines on his coffee table, for example, appeared neatly arranged at first sight, but on closer inspection, I realized they didn’t follow any numerical order and instead were hastily and randomly stacked on top of one another.

Then again, cleaning before having guests wasn’t anything out of ordinary nor something I should give too much thought about. All I needed to focus on was the project, getting the damn thing over with so I could finally enjoy quality time with my lover.

“So…how’s my place?” Dan asked.

“Really cool.” I gave my ex a customary but not entirely false compliment. A flat like this was indeed a dream to any graduate looking for job or even someone who’d just started their career, yet I found it overly large and extravagant. Of course such a life could be rewarding at times when everything was seemingly against you and you just wanted to have the world for yourself, but as you continued, this luxurious solitude would slowly and surely consume you.

“Anyway, let’s just have dinner and finish the rest before it’s too late.” I suggested, trying to remind him of the main reason why I was here. Obviously Dan wasn’t too happy with my diversion, but even he recognized our priority, so reluctantly, we shared our takeout then quickly set to work.

…

“Okay, we’re good to go.” I declared and slumped wearily against the couch. Dan and I had been killing ourselves over this goddamn trailer for 2 hours, but finally our effort came to fruition, and perfectly done it was!

“I’m beat too.” the shepherd exhaled and loosened his shirt collar, “Do you want a drink? I’ve got water, beer, juice…oh that reminds me, you love pineapple juice, right?”

I did indeed, but right now, I actually wanted something else, “You happen to have…lemon tea?”

Dan was visibly taken aback by my request, “Lemon tea? When did you switch to that?”

“Nah, just want to try something different once in a while, I’m fine with pineapple juice to be honest…”

When Dan left to fetch drinks, I also took the opportunity to complete some final…procedures, just to ensure my work wouldn’t go down the drain. More than my blood and sweat, it was the ticket to a perfect vacation I’d been dying to enjoy for a while, so I wasn’t taking any chances by just leaving it hanging around. Better be safe than sorry.

No sooner had I finished by sneaky endeavor, the Shepherd returned with two glasses, then handed me the one containing a slightly viscous yellow liquid - my pineapple juice.

“A can would’ve been fine.” I commented, but secretly rejoiced for not having wound up with a wine glass, which would’ve been utterly ludicrous. Also, call it my hunch, but Dan’s gaze on me seemed noticeably more intense than usual. It wouldn’t be a big deal if there were other people around, but here I was, all alone and in such a proximity to my ex, having nothing to do while he fixed his eyes on me in awkward silence…this was as suspicious and implicit as it could get.

Almost instinctively, I tried to look for something to distract myself, and since the only thing in my hand was the pineapple juice, the glass ended up half-empty after a single gulp…and then, it happened.

When the drowsiness slowly kicked in, I mistakenly disregarded it as a result of overworking, but as the feeling rapidly spread across my body, what little consciousness left in my head was screaming out in alert, begging me to not fall asleep, lest I’d be regretting it for the rest of my life. Yet, as my eyelids got increasingly heavier, it became clear that my mental effort yielded little to no effect, so desperate times called for desperate measures. With no hesitation whatsoever, I dug my claws into the bare flesh of my palm as hard as I could.

A grunt escaped my muzzle as sharp pain rocked my head, followed by iron-infused stench of blood. Fuck, it hurt like hell, but at least I got my cognition back before the sleepiness could impair it completely.

“Matt, are you alright! Why are you bleeding?” Dan voiced his concern, all the while leaning closer to inspect my injured hand. I knew any attempt to push him away would be futile, given my lack of strength, so I tried reason instead, “Uh, hey…can I go to the bathroom to wash my hand?”

Such was the pitifulness in my half-awake voice that even I was surprised, but it conveniently rendered my request impossible to decline. Or maybe I should thank Dan for sparing me this last bit of dignity, even though he was obviously the one spiking my drink to start with?

…

Closing the bathroom door, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and wondered what to do; already the sleepiness was creeping back. Just then, a buzz or rather, Kota’s text, snapped me out of my panic, and it suddenly came across my mind – of course, the precautionary measures he’d prepared for me!

The pill worked wonders, already I could tell the drowsiness receding. Only then could I focus on my lover’s text: How was I doing, when would I return and what kind of late dinner did I want…pretty much the Kota-ish short & sweet messages, yet they always carried a subtle warmth that never failed to put a smile on my face. Come to think of it, ever since we started dating, no, talking to each other, Kota seemingly had my back all the time, whether by actually being there, preparing my lunchboxes or sending me caring texts, but there wasn’t a single occasion when his care became too intrusive…like a gentle night breeze, impossible to be drowned out by any noise from the cacophonous world out there.

Another message arrived, this time voicing Kota’s concern over my lack of response, and I suddenly realized this mess could never be resolved without involving my lover. Unless Dan knew I was no longer his to claim, the Shepherd would continue descending a downward spiral of self-destruction…and yes, telling the truth to his face might risk a permanent mental scar, but I wasn’t eager to put myself through this kind of experience again, knowing too well my ex-boyfriend would get even more unhinged if I gave him another chance.

Back in college, I’d chosen to run away, because I’d been weak and lonely…something I was definitely not now. With certainty that Dan was keeping a close watch on me, I decided to not make a call and instead, started texting Kota back.

…

I didn’t know what to make of Dan’s face when I reappeared with my consciousness intact, but what I did know was my complete lack of feelings for him, not sympathy, not hatred, not disgust, just…nothing. Once I’d hoped we could at least remain friends, but Dan had practically burnt all the bridges between us with whatever he was scheming tonight. Tomorrow he might make a scene at work, he might tell everyone about me and Kota, he might cost me my job…none of those concerned me. Some lines should never be crossed, and my personal life with Kota was one of them.

“Matt, are you alright?” Dan asked gingerly, either testing my reaction or easing the tension between us…didn’t matter to me. I gave him a curt nod and glanced at the clock; it’d been almost fifteen minutes since my last text to Kota, he should be here any time soon.

The ringing doorbell confirmed my speculation. Dan, confused, had no idea what to do about his mysterious guest, so I took the liberty to help him out, “Don’t worry, it’s just a special delivery I ordered for both of us.”

Before the Shepherd could fully comprehend my words, I made haste for the door, and when it swung open, I was met with none other than Kota, whose face was masked by concern but quickly switched to relief and pride as he saw me, unharmed. Nonetheless, I could spot a glimpse of fury in his eyes…oh boy, things were about to get ugly.

“What’s going on? Who’s this guy?” Dan inquired, and funnily enough, he got his answer as soon as he took a whiff of my boyfriend’s scent. The Shepherd went pale as realization struck him. Such was the shock that Dan started wobbling a few steps backwards; eyes still glued us, particularly the one standing next to me.

“Dan, this is Kota, my mate…and fiancé.”

No sooner had I made my statement, the air between us became as dense as custard. Dan’s utter disbelief was something I had anticipated, yet what I hadn’t expected was the same reaction from my human lover!

“No, it can’t be…please, please tell me this isn’t true?” Dan finally found his voice.

“And why can’t it be true?” I replied coldly, “I’m sure you can already tell our relationship from his scent, and just so you know, it’s not a heat of the moment thing. We’ve been together since college.”

“But…but if that’s true, why haven’t you had his scent on you?” Dan tried.

“I use a special cologne to mask his scent, not to hide anything, but because Kota actually wants me to. We can’t afford to take any risk with the job we’ve worked so hard for, but now I’ve had enough of this.”

“No, this can’t be real…I know, he must’ve tricked you! Come to your senses, Matt, can’t you see I’m the only one you deserve, can’t you see how much I need you?!”

As expected, my ex was still pretty much in denial, and again, all the blame was shifted to Kota! Before I could give the Shepherd a piece of my mind though, Kota for the second time tonight, surprised me with his reaction and began to laugh uncontrollably.

“You think this is funny?” Dan growled, clearly didn’t share my lover’s mood.

“Well yes, it is.” Kota, still laughing, struggled to reply, “One, we don’t even have anything to do with you, so why are you here playing the victim; and two, all this blabbering about needing Matt and still I didn’t hear anything about loving him? Isn’t that, you know, the least you should do in a relationship?”

Ouch!

Since we’d become a couple, Kota was so gentle, loving and supportive of me that I occasionally forgot how cutthroat and brutal he could be when delivering the ‘you suck, and here’s why’ speeches; anyone in doubt could ask Krissi. Given that she never showed up in front of us after our little encounter in the cafeteria, it was safe to assume Kota’s verbal beatdown still traumatized her to this day…not that I minded; she had it coming for a long time.

“Look at what you’ve done to him.” my lover continued with a more serious tone, “Back then, you made him uncomfortable in a supposedly loving relationship; and now, you didn’t think twice about drugging him. You didn’t give a damn about his well-being. You may talk big, but at the end of the day, everything you did was to serve only one person and that’s you. Give up, Dan, you don’t love him, you’re obsessed with him.”

Dan’s expression turned blank, and slowly, he sank onto his knees. Perhaps this was the first time in his privileged and attention-craved life someone had exposed his selfishness so blatantly and brutally, yet as heartless as it might sound, I believed it was a needed wake-up call for Dan. He couldn’t live in his bubble forever, and he must learn to stand on his own whenever things took a wrong turn.

“I think we overstayed our welcome. Let’s go home.” Kota smiled warmly at me.

I nodded and went back inside to pack my stuff. When we were about to depart, I took another glance at Dan, who was still spacing out in the hallway, “I’m leaving. Take care of yourself.”

…

We didn’t get a cab. Kota said we both needed some fresh air, thus we were now strolling leisurely along the nigh-empty sidewalk. Come to think of it, Kota and I hadn’t enjoyed this kind of slow, relaxing walk in a while, and it truly reminisced me of the time we made our confession. The pleasant memory brought a smile to my face.

“What are you smiling about?” Kota asked.

“Just remembering our first date. I really made a fool out of myself that night.” I replied and chuckled to myself.

“Indeed you did.” My lover smirked, but his expression suddenly became worrisome.

“What’s wrong?”

“If we just leave like this, will he…ruin your project to spite you?”

“Don’t worry about that.” I shrugged, “When he left to get drinks, I already sent the finished work to my boss and even saved a copy to my drive. Any scheme he pulls tomorrow; I can handle it.”

Kota gave me a huge thumbs-up, yet for some reason, his mood quickly deflated again. It took a while for him to find his voice, “Hey Matt…”

“Hmm?”

“You might or might not have noticed, I can be quite…possessive at times, probably due to my poor childhood. I was taught to never steal from others, but what little I have, I’ll make sure they stay mine, and no one can say otherwise…well, almost no one.”

“Almost? Who’s the exception, then?” I asked.

Kota paused, as if to consider whether he should answer my question. He chose to, ultimately, “You.”

“Huh?”

“You are the only one who can take everything from me and get away with it,” Kota smiled bitterly, “and the worst part is…I can’t even understand why.”

No, we both knew that wasn’t true! Perhaps the incident with Dan had brought out a sense of insecurity from my lover – something I must put an end to, right away.

“Remember what I said just now, when I introduced you to him?” I reminded Kota, looking straight into his eyes.

“Hmm, you said I’m your mate and…oh…” a small blush began to form on my lover’s face, before rapidly spreading across his cheeks. Such a rarity for someone like him, who was seemingly unconcerned about everything, to be so flustered, yet at the same time, it felt oddly satisfying that only I got to see this side of Kota, and in fact, only I could bring out this side of him.

“I didn’t say that just to shock Dan; I meant it. If what we have now isn’t enough to convince you, let’s take it even further.” I confirmed, closing my hands around his, “Will you marry me, Kota?”

…

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

“He said yes!”

“Atta boy!”

“Congratulations!”

Cheers from passersby knocked me out of my trance, induced by none other than the soft kiss Kota was giving me. My proposal had unintentionally gathered a small crowd, and still Kota didn’t let go. Between mingled breath, our faces were so close I could see the reflection in my lover’s eyes – me, nothing but me…as if in this very moment, I was the only one in his world.

There was a round of applause when we finally parted, and it somehow gave me a feeling of déjà vu…like I was reliving that Perseus play from years ago, except this time, only the two of us were on the stage. Even Kota was flustered, but the way his hand gently squeezed mine let me know he had no regret whatsoever.

“Thank you everyone, we’re going home!” Kota announced and quickly led me away from the crowd. As we dashed through the busy street, I could feel his heartbeat through our entwined fingers, almost matching mine perfectly.

Our little escape went on until we finally found ourselves in a secluded corner. After catching his breath, Kota gave me a sly smirk, “I think they snapped a couple of photos.”

Ignoring our sweating bodies, I hugged him tightly, “And I think I don’t give a damn. Right now I don’t give a damn about anything but you. Today is the happiest day in my life!”

“Oh really, I thought you once said it was the day your idol Messi won the World Cup?” Kota teased.

“I…well, yes, but nothing compares to this.”

He chuckled at my clumsy attempt to save face, then wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered into my ears, “Matt…kiss me.”

Sincerely. Invitingly. Irresistibly.

My muzzle met Kota’s lips, and I melted into his warmth. Call me overly romantic, but no matter how often we’d done this, I couldn’t help getting a bit light-headed whenever we kissed, even more so this time around. How to put this…It wasn’t a soft brush like our morning routine, nor the sloppy, passionate lips-locking during sex…this kiss between us right now was governed entirely by love, and a desire to feel one another in the most intimate way possible.

Truly, I wished we could’ve stayed like this forever, but it’d be impossible without the comfort of our apartment. Kota looked at me, and after a while, his emotions seemingly settled, “I assume you took one of the pills I gave you?”

“The blue one. What is it exactly, Kota?” I inquired. This damn question had been lingering in my head since he’d handed me the vials.

“Antidote for sedative. I figured if Dan actually wanted to mess with you, he’d resort to tricks.” Kota shrugged.

“What about the red one?” I asked again.

“Err, that’s…” My lover replied gingerly, “…suppressant.”

My eyes widened, “Suppressant…you mean for…?”

He nodded, “It’s easier to take advantage of beastmen in heat. In the worst case scenario, he might record the whole thing to blackmail you.”

I stared at Kota in disbelief, just how far ahead had he thought of everything? Indeed, beastfolk, especially carnivores, found estruses extremely irritating, because during that period, most would be left with nothing but a nigh-insatiable desire to fuck any moving target in front of them. Even though the older people grew, the less often natural estruses occurred, powerful aphrodisiacs could easily trigger a severe case and lead to disastrous consequences, hence they had been declared illegal for decades…but obviously, pretty much everything could be obtained through black markets.

“I’m so glad you didn’t have to take it. Suppressant does come with some nasty side effects.” Kota ran his fingers through my cheek fur, “If Dan had really used aphrodisiacs on you, my words wouldn’t be the only slap on the face he got tonight.”

“What about the one I did take?”

“Nothing serious, but I’m afraid you won’t be getting any sleep tonight.” he informed me, “And you’ll spend the whole day snoring tomorrow.”

“Screw it, I’ll call in sick. I’ve finished my work and I need this fucking break.” I decided and took Kota’s hand, “Now, why don’t we do something to make this sleepless night less…mmm, boring.”

“Have something in mind already, big boy?” my lover winked.

“Oh, you bet I do.”

…

Whether we walked or took a cab home, I couldn’t remember. In fact, everything seemed like a blur, up until the point we began to make out like a sex-starved duo on the bed, surrounded by our messily discarded attires. So many thoughts were swirling in my head, like how unbelievably attractive and beautiful I found the man in front of me, or how his scent drove me nuts. Instead, none of them could be put into words, as I simply focused on devouring the sweet lips and exploring the wet interior of his mouth.

As I ran my tongue across his smooth, furless skin, Kota responded with shivers and occasional chuckles when one of his ticklish spots was touched. Gosh he tasted so good, I wished I could’ve eaten him up right now, just so we could stay connected forever. Then again, devouring your partner probably wasn’t the most romantic kink, so I dropped the fantasy and continued my delicious endeavor instead. Slowly…lower, until…there we go, the proof of his desire, stiff, hot and already dripping droplets of pearly-white musk.

“Ngh…”

Kota made a cute muffled sound as I took his entire length in one go. The thing fit perfectly in my muzzle, twitching as its owner received pleasure from my maw. After so many times, I’d had a grasp at Kota’s preferences when it came to blowjob. First, I’d tease him a little…a few caresses with my tongue, nothing much, just playing with the underside of his cock and building up the temptation. Then, in one quick stroke, I wedged my tongue underneath his foreskin and peeled it back to reveal Kota’s glans, catching some drops of pre-cum as the sensitive organ slid even further into my throat and got exposed its warm confinement. Gag reflex had been quite a challenge during my first attempts at this maneuver, but now it hardly caused any discomfort, and my lover’s adorable reactions was the cherry on top.

Speaking of cherry, I should focus on the one I was eating right now. I slid my muzzle up and down, slurping away at my lover’s full-mast erection in steady motions, each lick and suckle rewarded by quivers and moans my ears longed for more than any music. Kota reached down and started stroking the fur on my head as if to signal his contentment for my effort.

I usually didn’t intend to make Kota come from foreplay, but perhaps due to our pent-up sexual tension, my lover was rather quick to orgasm this time, not that I minded, since it meant he would last much longer came our main course, and I got a little appetizer beforehand. A loud gasp was all the warning I received before my mouth was filled with the creamy treat as his distinguished flavor covered my taste bud. Such a hefty load it was, effortlessly sliding down my throat before I could barely savor the taste, so I kept Kota’s softening length inside my maw to squeeze every last drop while also getting him up for our second round. It wasn’t long before Kota’s tired gasps turned into pleading whimpers, as I knew for sure he was still hyper-sensitive after his first climax.

“Getting off after a long time sure feels nice huh?” I teased, letting go of his cock. My lover was not the only pent-up one here and he knew it.

Kota let out a hearty laugh, perhaps finding my implication too clumsy, which I could hardly argue. He reached out to cradle my face and planted a kiss on my nose, “Don’t hold back. Give me all you’ve saved up.”

Taking the lubricant bottle, I poured the translucent liquid to my hand, and carefully, began to prepare Kota. My fingers wandered around his tight pucker, massaging and softening the sensitive spot before slowly making their way in, one each. While stuffing the lube into his orifice and loosen it for the dangerous endeavor of taking my erection, I also kept a close eye on Kota’s reaction since we hadn’t done this in a while, but aside from a wince, he showed no sign of discomfort.

When Kota’s breathes grew more relaxed and stable, I knew he was ready to go. A generous coating of lube was also applied to my cock before it was guided to Kota’s pulsing ring of flesh. No invitation was needed as I pushed forwards and slid into his depths; my knot pressing firmly against his rim. Ah…nothing beat the feeling of slipping into this warm, snug haven…though he could go easy with the tightness, for now.

“Relax, Kota, I don’t wanna blow too soon.” I huffed.

“Oh, why don’t you make me?” Kota smirked at me.

“Rrrr…you asked for it!” I growled. While I was absolutely positive that my lover wasn’t into BDSM, he did get off from fantasying about being preyed on, and the thought only exited me even more, knowing this brave, beautiful man only succumbed to solely one predator, me. Only I could savor him. Mine!

Pulling my length away from Kota’s clenching passage until only the tip remained inside, I immediately sank back in, hilting my lover with a wet squelch and relishing in our compatibility. Kota, having embraced the lust and pleasure, didn’t bother holding back his moans, which grew louder and louder each time he was rocked back and forth by my thrusts; already building a reasonable rhythm from the start.

Between my urge to rut, Kota’s unbridled display of lust and his exquisite squeeze around my throbbing cock, I let out a snarl and lowered my head, barring my teeth against his exposed neck. My lover shivered, but evidently relishing the additional stimulation, as his inner walls had my cock on a monstrously tight grip, more intense than anything he’d offered so far. I knew he liked it. He liked it a little rough and he sure could handle a little rough…this cheeky, lovely punk of mine.

As my fuckmeat repeatedly hammered Kota’s inner flesh and prostate, my hand roamed his naked body, starting from the firm chest, paying extra attention to the two little pinkish spots as I rubbed and pinched them, then stopped around Kota’s navel for a brief visit before making my way down the his stiff fuckmeat. A surprised yelp slipped from Kota’s mouth when my fingers closed around his wood; the needy thing pulsed in my grasp as if protesting its confinement, but soon started twitching for a different reason altogether as I started stroking it with gusto.

Gosh, I just fucking loved the way he moaned and writhed in my grasp!

“Matt, I’m close.” Kota tried to notice me, amid heavy pants.

“I know. You’ve been getting tighter by the second.” I huffed in response, “My load is ready too, where do you want it?”

“Look who finally asked…after cumming in me, like, a million times, how thoughtful of you.”

“Sheesh, can’t you let me be cool for once?” I groaned.

“You’re cool, alright. You’re the coolest wolf in this world,” Kota replied, and caught me by surprise as he pulled me by the neck into a tight embrace, “but you’re also a huge dork, my huge dork…I love you, Matt.”

My heart almost stopped at that moment; desperate to return those loving words, yet the only thing came out of my muzzle was his name. My knot ground his backside relentlessly, screaming for entry, for the final step to complete our consummation. Kota, perhaps sharing the same sentiment, did his best to comply and pushed back against thrusts; his entrance gradually loosened, until…

The whole sequence seemingly lasted forever, buy in reality, it took place in just matter of seconds. All movements halted as soon as my swollen bulk of flesh slipped past Kota’s ring; his innards clenching snugly and tightly around my entire length, hungry to be fed. Kota, likewise, clutched into my back with his hands and wrapped his legs around my hips to hold us firmly in place. My vision was limited to only his face, but as the handsome human shuddered, I felt patches of his cum soaking my abdomen, just as I gave in to the newfound tightness resulted from his climax.

Moaning, twitching, shooting, rinse and repeat; one, two, three…ten…I couldn’t count anymore, my cock pumped maybe the most powerful orgasm in my life into my fiancé’s depths with more than enough lupine spunk to impregnate dozens of females. In fact, Kota did look pregnant-y from his distended stomach and it seemed rather uncomfortable, yet his smile of content told a different story. And I got plenty more to give him, he’d promised to keep me company until morning, after all.

Using my elbows as leverage, I carefully rolled us to our sides, facing one another, which was exactly what we did - just looking at each other. I meant, this was supposedly the moment for a romantic post-sex line, but what else could I’ve said that hadn’t been said already?

“Matt…” eventually, it was Kota who broke the silence.

“Mmm?”

“I guess we’re a family now. You and me…” he said and brought his face closer to nuzzle me.

“Yes.” I replied, losing myself in his gorgeous smile as I returned his affectionate gesture, “I’m glad we were able to meet in this lifetime.”

Whatever lay ahead, we’d always overcome together, my dearest.

(the end)