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Stanah stared at the number on the screen,wondering whether he should proceed.

Ever since he had met the collie on the train, he had been thinking of him. With a throbbing tailhole, that was hardly a surprise, but there was something far deeper. He was falling for him.

He sighed. Was this wise? He hadn't had a relationship in months and still wasn't out to his family. When Troy had split up with him, it had come as something of a relief. At least he could keep himself screen hidden. It was far easier.

He took a sip of beer – typical over-carbonated crap he'd paid nearly £7 for – and winced. This wasn't the best bar in Camden, but it's where he'd ended up. It did a decent Sunday roast and his sister had insisted. Once she had gone, he found no incentive to leave. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do.

He looked around the bar. To his left, a cute skunk couple were swapping stories over wine, while to his right, there was a bear sharing a bowl of nachos with a ferret. Whether it was a date or not, he wasn't too sure, but his mind wandered to the bedroom logistics and he couldn't help but smile.

Doubt came shooting back and suddenly he felt alone. He scoured the room again and realised he was the only one on his own. He stared into his pint and felt oddly exposed.

He sighed and started to type.

Hey Max. It was great seeing you yesterday. When do you go back home?

He debated whether to put an 'x' after the message but thought it too much. His paw hovered over the 'send' button for a few seconds before he pressed down on the screen. He sighed again and put the phone down.

Seconds later, it vibrated, making Stanah jump. He felt his heart pounding in his chest as he glanced down at the message.

Tomorrow morning, 9:30 I think. You?

He picked up the phone and typed.

Slightly later.

His mouth went dry as he wondered whether to proceed. He looked back up and saw the bear trying to dab some salsa from the ferret's mouth. It all looked so awkward, in a cute sort of way. He smiled.

You free tonight?

This time he had no hesitation in pressing 'send'. He had barely put the phone down before he received another message.

Maaaaaybe. What you thinking ;)

Stanah gulped, his tailhole twitching in memory of the tryst they had shared on the train. His ears turned crimson and he hoped no-one spotted his embarrassment. It was fortunate the lighting of the pub was quite dark.

He exhaled, his heart pounding as he thought of the right words to say. He closed his eyes, thinking about his cute smile, that gorgeous look he had when he was knotted inside him. He certainly wouldn't say no to another pounding, but he also wanted more. He wanted to get to know him.

Dunno. Food maybe, take it from there. Where are you? I'm in Camden

He took another swig of beer. By the time he put the glass down, Max had replied.

Chalk Farm, free in an hour. Happy to come meet you

Stanah smiled, but his stomach was looping.

Sure, in The White Swallow. I'll be waiting xx

He had sent the message by the time he'd realised, panic flooding him like a tidal wave. He clawed at his phone but knew he couldn't send the kisses back. His heart sank as he realised he would just have to sit and wait.

He ordered another pint of fizzy and waited for his date.

--

Max strolled into the bar nearly 90 minutes later, a huge grin plastered on his face. He stood in the doorway and scanned the saloon, his eyes landing on Stanah's after a few seconds.

Stanah's pulse raced as the collie strode towards him, his smile getting even wider the closer he got. He was wearing a black top that was one size too small, emphasising his toned stomach and muscular arms. He wore his jeans well, tapering into a pair of solid black boots. The leather collar around his neck stood out against his neat white neck fur.

He noticed there was no tag and his heart leapt.

“Hey cutie," Max said as he sidled into the booth opposite Stanah. “It's great to see you."

Stanah felt himself blushing but he tried to stay cool.

“Great seeing you too," he said. “Thanks for coming. Was getting a bit stir crazy in here."

Max laughed. “Any time for my favourite husky."

He winked and Stanah melted. His eyes wandered nervously around the room.

“Er…er…erm, can I get you a drink? What would you like?"

Stanah saw a deviousness in Max's smile, but he was no longer sure. He was no longer sure about anything.

“Do they do cocktails?" he asked.

“Not sure, probably. Any you like in particular?"

“I dunno, something fruity maybe. A Bulldog Smash maybe."

Stanah ignored the emphasis on the word 'smash' and nodded, rising from the table and heading to the bar. He felt Max's eyes follow him over and he swished his tail, hoping to hit the right balance between casual and provocative.

A few minutes later, he returned with a strawberry daiquiri and another pint of fizzy.

“No Bulldog Smash, so I got you this. How was your weekend?"

“Good, good. The comic book convention was fun. Loads of cosplayers, many dressed as wolves. Busy though. You?"

“Yeah, not bad. Met up with my sister. Had a few drinks, the usual. We don't meet up often. It was good to see her again."

Max smiled as an awkward silence permeated in the air. He took a sip of his drink and Stanah followed, racking his brain for something to say.

“Do you like pubs?"

As soon as he said it, he wished he could take it back. What a stupid question, he thought.

“Yeah, I guess," Max said. “I mean, they're okay."

Stanah felt his throat closing up, doubts creeping into every fibre of his being. What chance did he have if he couldn't think of anything to say? He looked across at Max and it only made things worse. He was gorgeous, stunning. What hope did a plain boring husky like him have?

“Still working at the bingo?"

He cringed harder. Sunday evening was the last time to be talking about work. He was blowing it and he knew it. And not in a good way either.

“Yeah, rare weekend off, but I'm back in on Tuesday. Those balls don't draw themselves."

He winked and Stanah swooned, a crimson wave of embarrassment rushing through his face. He picked up his beer and had another sip, his paw shaking slightly as he did.

Glancing across the room, he considered going to the bathroom, but the last two times that had happened, Max had dragged him into a cubicle. If anything, he needed to get away, his brain caught between its fight or flight response.

He looked back across at Max, who was looking perplexed. He wished he'd never asked him here and he was probably wishing he hadn't bothered coming himself.

“Are you okay?" he asked, taking Stanah's paw. “You seem a little on edge."

Stanah's heart sank. He'd noticed. Shit.

“Y…y…yeah I'm fine," he said. “It's just…"

“Don't worry, I'm happy to be here. I'm delighted you text."

“Really?"

“Yeah, really. I hadn't much on and, well, I've been thinking about you a lot."

Stanah's mouth went dry, onerous winds rushing through his brain. He struggled to form words, let alone sentences, as the enormity of what he was hearing threatened to sink him.

“I…I…I…"

Max took Stanah's paw and he felt instantly becalmed. He looked into the collie's eyes and saw a warmth reflected back. He gulped again and forced a smile. Here goes nothing, he thought.

“I've been thinking about you a lot too," he said, his face reddening harder. “I really wanted to see you again. I'm glad you've come."

“Hopefully, I won't be the only one who's come later," he said, a lascivious grin crossing his lips. Stanah smiled and squeezed his paw tight. Somehow he relaxed into the night.

--

The screech from the microphone pierced through the ambience of the pub, making a number of patrons jump.

“Ladies and gentlemen, five minutes until we start the karaoke. If you want to perform, please sign up at the bar."

Stanah winced as another screech cut through the air. Whether it was the shrillness of the sound or the prospect of karaoke he wasn't sure.

He downed his drink and looked hopefully at Max, whose glass was mercifully sitting empty in front of him.

“What shall we do now? I don't fancy karaoke."

“Let's go back to my hotel room, it's just down the road," Max said, grabbing the husky by the paw. Stanah was reminded of when he had done similar on the train and his sheath tingled.

“How far is it?" he asked as the collie led him out of the bar.

“About five minutes," Max replied. “Follow me."

Stanah sobered up in an instant as the bitter wind hit him. Three pints of fizzy wasn't all that much. The streets were eerily quiet aside from the handful of drug dealers loitering outside of the station. Upon seeing them, he instinctively clutched the collie's paw tighter. Whether it through the cold, fear or desire, he wasn't quite sure.

Max clearly knew where he was going, cutting down various back streets to get to his destination. A few minutes later, Stanah was led through the antiseptic lobby of a standard chain hotel, the bright fluorescent lighting interrogating them of their motives.

“Evening," Max said to the lady behind the desk, who flashed a smile in return. Stanah found his nonchalance equally enthralling and embarrassing. He couldn't imagine acting so casually, not least when he had another man's paw in his. It was clear she was aware what was happening though. It probably happened all the time.

“Fancy a drink?" Max inquired, but Stanah shook his head, the heat building in his loins over the anticipation of the evening. The collie touched the button to call the lift, then pushed the husky sharply against the wall. He pressed his muzzle into his and they shared a passionate kiss. Stanah closed his eyes and purred, finding the strawberry flavour on his tongue both bedevilling and intoxicating.

The ding of the lift broke them out of their throes and Max dragged Stanah inside, their tongues still entwined. He fumbled for the number 6 button, pressing numbers 3, 4 and 7 before hitting the right one. A flash of doubt shot through Stanah's mind, hoping that no-one would stumble upon them. As the door started to close, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and let his paws start wandering across the top of Max's jeans.

By the time they had reached the sixth floor, Stanah was rubbing his paw over the bulge in Max's pants, with the collie riding the husky's t-shirt up over his chest. They stumbled into room 621, the door slamming behind them before Max threw his consort onto the bed.

“I've been waiting for this all day," Stanah admitted as Max straddled on top of him, his paws leveraged underneath Stanah's waist so he could ease off his shirt. The collie threw his own shirt onto the floor as he ground on top of the husky, their muzzles meeting once more in an impassioned kiss.

Their scents intermixed, thick and heavy, as Stanah eased his paws into the seat of Max's pants. The tension in his own trousers was already unbearable as he bucked into the collie riding atop him.

Max smiled, undoing Stanah's belt and yanking his trousers down.

“Another jockstrap, I see. Well, we won't be needing that."

Stanah's cock sprang forth as his underwear was removed, the cool blast from the air conditioner caressing the already slick tip. Max bent down and sniffed along its length, aroused by Stanah's musky aroma. He then clambered off, removing his own trousers before walking away.

“What are you doing?" Stanah said as Max pulled out a cuff. The husky's eyes widened as he followed the rope off the side of the bed, realising that it must be anchored somewhere beyond.

“Trust me," Max replied, winking as he tightened the leather strap around Stanah's left wrist. Demons of doubt danced through his mind, but he couldn't deny his body was complicit. He looked down at his throbbing erection, the light scent of pre tickling his nostrils, and accepted he would just have to relax into the restraints.

He eyed Max closely as he strode around the bed, attaching his right wrist to another cuff once on the other side. He did the same with his ankles, bending over to show just enough ass, making Stanah's cock ache even more.

“Now I have you right where I want you," Max teased as he clambered back on top of the husky. Stanah pulled on the binds, but he knew they'd hold firm. A flash of panic shot through his body, but this melted into arousal as the collie started grinding his ass on his crotch.

“Where do you get this stuff?"

“Sssh," Max replied, kissing the husky on the nose. “Don't you worry about a thing, just lie back and enjoy. I know I will."

He smirked.

“Oh, the safe word is buttered toast."

Stanah smiled at the silliness and Max took the opportunity, pushing his tongue deep into the husky's open muzzle again. They kissed, long and sensuous, as the collie kept rubbing his tail against Stanah's pulsating dick. He whimpered into Max's mouth, the fire in his loins now fully ignited. In that moment, he would have done anything for release… and not from the cuffs.

A trail of saliva connected their tongues as Max broke off the kiss, resurfacing for air. He picked up some lube and flicked open the cap, slathering his paw with the clear viscous fluid. He reached around and grabbed Stanah's hard cock, the husky gasping at the lightness of touch. He then slickened up his tailhole and rubbed it along Stanah's meat, tempting him again with devilish desire.

Max rose, lifting himself onto Stanah's aching cock, allowing the tip to caress his warm moistened entrance. He waited, building up the anticipation, every fibre in Stanah's being screaming to be mounted.

Seconds lasted eternities as Max toyed with the husky, a thin trail of pre adding to the lube on his ring. Then Max lowered himself down, his tongue lolling as he sighed in heavenly contentment. He bent over Stanah, hot breath tickling his snout as he hilted, moving his muzzle closer to share another perfervid kiss.

All was still for a few seconds, the two lovers enwrapped in their desire, expectancy rising like the moments before a fireworks display. Max adjusted his position, pinning Stanah's forearms onto the bed, even though both of them knew that the husky wasn't going anywhere.

As the kiss was broken, the collie raised up his ass and started to bounce, closing his eyes as he focused on his rhythm. Beneath him, Stanah began to purr, a delicate rumble building in the back of his throat that became increasingly guttural the tighter Max clenched.

The husky sniffed the air, the cocktail of arousal heady as the collie quickened the beat. He gasped as the heat started to rise, a trickle threatening to turn into a torrent in a matter of minutes. He started to thrust in time to Max's hammering, yearning to shoot his puppies deep inside the collie's hot hole.

He looked up at Max, concentration etched on his face, yet his tongue stuck out in the most ridiculous of ways. Gosh, he was adorable. His eyes travelled down, admiring his toned abs and his arms. He smiled at his sheer serendipity. How the hell had this happened for the third time this month?

Stanah winced as Max pushed harder into his arms, his claws pricking the skin under his sensitive fur. He started to pant as the pressure built up, the forces threatening to tear everything asunder. It was if he were hanging on to a fairground ride that was hurtling out of control, his world starting to whirl as the power increased.

He closed his eyes; stars dancing tangoes across his vision as he pounded harder and deeper into the collie's tight ass. Above him he heard soft steady grunting, an angel chorus that was ascending closer to heaven. The smell of pre then permeated the room as one of the paws was released from his arm.

Love soon surrendered to animalistic lust, the carnality a miasma swirling between them. Somewhere in the ether, Stanah heard a loud moan before warm droplets of seed splattered across his face and his chest. He licked his lips, imbibing its saltiness as he kept in time to the collie's enduring beat. He knew the waterfall was close, the foaming currents getting stronger, as his raft made its way closer and closer to the tempestuous edge.

“Breed me," an angel's voice said up in the heavens. “Give me your puppies and make me your bitch."

It was all Stanah needed to tip into the abyss, pushing his knot into Max's accommodating hole. He screamed as he shot gushing hot ribbons into the collie, his restraints rattling with the headboard in the power of his release. His screams soon turned into whimpers as Max collapsed onto him, the warmth of his body reassuring against his.

Then they came down, floating together in the softest of winds, their bodies entwined in post-coital bliss. The bed was a cloud, the most fragile of leaves, their shared breathing a breeze on a warm summer's day.

They lay there for minutes, but it could have been hours, such was the enchantment between the two lovers.

The spell was finally broken when they were no longer tied. Max clambered away, semen leaking from his hole and trickling down the inside of his thigh. As his lover padded to the bathroom, the husky pulled on the restraints, but he had long ago accepted he was under the collie's control.

Seconds later, Max emerged with a grin on his face, his eyes sparkling in the light of desire.

Stanah tugged on the restraints, but again they wouldn't budge as Max climbed onto the bed and lay his head on the husky's broad chest.

He sighed, feeling the collie's breath tickling through his fur. The smell of semen was still strong, his coat matted and messed, but he wouldn't want it any other way. He closed his eyes and smiled.

He was falling in love.