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Belfort didn't look back as he walked down the entrance steps of his family's home.

The lavish château that loomed behind the Brittany Spanielheld him in its shadow, but didn't slow him. Not when his eyes locked with a certain handsome wolf, whose blue Vespa sat parked and waiting for him. The sunlight made his boyfriend's black fur shimmer like obsidian-colored diamonds. Those golden eyes positively flowed upon watching the spaniel carry his backpack, which held the last of his personal possessions. At least, the remaining ones too important to leave behind.

The wolf handed him a pair of goggles. “Ready, my love?"

Putting his pair on, Belfort sat down behind him, buckled his belt, and returned the smile.

“Ready, my dear Lupin," he murmured, kissing the back of his warm neck.

Lupin grinned while revving the Vespa back to life, neither of them glancing at the château windows or the imposing figure that stood under the front entrance. Neither paid her mind, lest the cheerful mood be ruined by an older, disapproving frown. Instead, the two kept looking forward to the property's front gates and sped away, leaving a small trail of granular dust in their wake.

The blue Vespa carried Belfort and Lupin away from the château and into the countryside mere kilometers from the city limits of Paris. Farmland and forests transitioned into suburbs, to townhouses, then the iconic buildings. It wasn't long either before the crunch of gravel turned into a smooth pavement beneath the vehicle's tires.

At the speed they drove down boulevards and scenic roads, Belfort still found the opportunity to marvel at everything passing by. His tongue lolled out with the wind. That joy turned into excitement and chipper eagerness the minute that Lupin slowed them down at an apartment building, parked the Vespa in the nearby garage area, and shut off the engine. He exhaled before turning to Belfort.

“Are you feeling good?" he asked.

“For the most part, my dear Lupin," the spaniel replied honestly, taking off his goggles with melancholic eyes. “I'm happy to be living with you now, but…I am going to miss my family. Mother and my sisters, mostly."

An awkward silence sat between the two canines as they remained seated on the Vespa, if only for a few seconds. Lupin thought back to the previous couple of months, how much his beloved Brittany Spaniel defended him to his wealthy family. Even after coming out and revealing that he was in a relationship with Lupin, Belfort did not budge from pressure to choose someone else. Anybody else, so long as they met his parents' criteria. He especially didn't falter when his angry mother threatened to financially cut him off, calling Lupin a 'mangy mutt' who was 'not of proper French class'. Dear Belfort didn't care though.

“Ponne and Tane have our number now, don't they?" Lupin pointed out, trying to sound cheerful. “I just hope they don't offer 'free decorating advice' when they visit next week."

Belfort chuckled. “I am afraid that is inevitable…"

“I'll just need to get you to help me then," Lupin laughed, then placed their goggles in the Vespa's storage bag. They got off. “Until then, let's make some lunch. I don't know about you, Belfort, but I am positively starved!"

“You are always hungry, my dear Lupin," he giggled. “Come, I will help cook."

“Do you know how to cook?" Lupin pondered aloud.

“I am not helpless," Belfort said with a roll of his eyes. “Just because I've had chefs and caterers make me food since I was a little cub, it doesn't mean I know how to bake or boil."

“Good," Lupin grinned as they entered the apartment building and went for the elevators. “Because I'm gonna need help for what I got in mind."

The apartment that Lupin—and now Belfort—lived in was a few floors off of ground level. Decently spaced out and furnished with the cheapest yet dependable dresswear and furniture one could buy on a waiter's salary. The large living room window provided at least a pleasant view of the rooftops as well as a small view of the Eiffel Tower in the distant corner. The two canines could still spot it from a certain area of the connected kitchen as they got to craft a shared lunch.

To celebrate moving the last of Belfort's personal items inside, they made a pair of Croque Monsieur sandwiches, as well as spread some strawberry jam on thin bread. Throughout the process, Lupin snickered at watching his dear Belfort cracking egg without spilling the egg whites everywhere else but the pan and eventually taught him how to correctly do it with the next attempt. He did not tease the spaniel about it, instead sitting down with him once their lunch was ready.

The two canines talked about everything but Belfort's family. Lupin had left one of the window panes open to let a spring breeze softly trickle inside, and smiled as he listened to Belfort describe how excited he was to begin jobhunting. So far, he felt confident that he could either work as an office intern or perhaps help out at the local library. His credentials and family name would certainly help with either case, even in terms of getting an interview.

“There is also the possibility of paid volunteer work at some of the more historical sites," Belfort hummed happily. He chewed on a bite of his Croque Monsieur. “Mmm, this is quite delicious, my dear Lupin!"

The wolf dog wagged his tail and his while chewing. “Thank you, Belfort," he said. “Man, I hope you get either one of those jobs. If you don't though, I can always see if the restaurant I work at has any openings. That way, we can share shifts."

“That does sound appealing." Belfort beamed. “We shall see."

The two loving canines finished their lunch half an hour later. After cleaning up and washing the dishes together, they felt suddenly tired and lazy, ultimately deciding to take a small nap on the couch while the TV played reruns of an old American sitcom in French dub. Lupin never felt so relaxed as his dear Belfort nestled his head against his chest, his eyes feeling heavy as he rested a black paw on the handsome canine's head. They lay on the couch in silence and erupted in occasional, short-lived laughter.

Their tails entwined. So did their heartbeat. They hugged each other in relaxed bliss and continued to keep listlessly gazing at the TV as both their eyes closed.

***

Belfort awoke a few hours later to witness the sunset, and nudged his dear Lupin awake to witness it with him. The wolf dog jolted awake after a more forceful push was given.

“Whaaaa…?" he groaned in confusion, then relaxed when he found Belfort pointing him to the windows. “Oh, yeah…I keep forgetting. Isn't that beautiful?"

“It is," his boyfriend agreed. “I do not think I have ever seen a sunset in Paris before…"

“Well, it's not as beautiful as you, Belfort," Lupin flirted, giggling with the spaniel as they leaned in close and watched the orange sky turn purple and darker hues of blue. “Listen, Belfort?"

“Yes, my dear Lupin?"

“I…um, I can't thank you enough for accepting my offer to move in with me," he whispered into the canine's soft, floppy ears. “I know I'm not exactly rolling in cash, and I can't give you the same luxury as as you grew up with back at the old château, but I promise you that I will make you happy."

“My dear Lupin." Belfort craned his neck to gaze into his wolf dog's concerned eyes. “You already do make me happy. And I should be the one thanking you. I love my mother, and my extended relatives, and I know they only want what is best for me, but I cannot ever consider giving you up just to please them. I love you. I would rather live in a world outside of luxury and wealth than in one where you are not there."

“Oh God, Belfort," Lupin whined happily, tail wagging as they kissed.

He suddenly scooped the spaniel off his feet and carried him bridal-style to the bedroom door nearly. It was open, but the threshold too narrow for Lupin to carry his Belfort inside. Do not think he didn't try though. Belfort stumbled back down to his feet and laughed as he pulled the wolf dog inside and they hugged each other close, nuzzling and breathing steadily, calmly and then excitedly. They both knew what would come next and were excited about it happening.

“Oh, Lupin…" Belfort murmured blissfully.

“Can you call me 'my dear Lupin?" he requested with a giggle. “Y'know I love it when you do that, my love."

“Of course," Belfort chuckled, leaning in closer. “My dear Lupin…"

The wolf dog leaned even closer. “Oh, Belfort…My love."

The sun outside the windows began to set. The two canines closed their eyes and kissed. They kissed again and again before eventually falling into a luscious dance of lips and lapping tongues. Their tails wagged fiercely as their fingers struggled to grab each other's clothes, then undress together without breaking their connection. Neither could find the strength to pause, let alone stop, their kissing, not even as their bare cocks rubbed together and their moans grew louder against the other's lips.

It wasn't until the tricky part of disrobing their shirts came that Belfort and Lupin reluctantly parted. Only a bridge of saliva connected them, making the two giggle before eventually discarding their shirts.

Belfort hesitated to take off his necklace, staring down at the family heirloom his father at least allowed him to keep while moving out. Was it a way to torture him and remind him of his legacy? Either way, Lupin was quick to notice his beloved pausing as he stared down at the necklace in his palm. The wolf dog gently held the paw in his, smiled softly at Belfort, and gingerly pulled the jewelry off his neck and over his floppy ears before placing it on a dresser nearby.

Lupin stepped forward to hold Belfort by his trembling elbows. Nothing else mattered at that moment.

“I love you, my dear Belfort."

“And I love you, my dear Lupin."

The two canines finally stood stark naked and incredibly erect. Their cocks pulsed and throbbed against their thighs as the wolf dog stepped forward. Placing one part on his boyfriend's sensitive thigh and the other on his flushed cheek, he smiled. So did the formerly rich dog. Without breaking eye contact, Lupin passionately fed Belfort his tongue once more, then gingerly guided the Brittany Spaniel backwards onto the bed. Their tails swished together in unison as Lupin knelt up the mattress and crawled up Belfort's body, sniffing and nuzzling his nudity. He kissed between the squirming spaniel's inner thighs.

That cold black nose tickled and dragged up his spreading legs while both of their erections spasmed. Belfort's more so from the sensual attention. As for Lupin, he could not get enough from his natural smell and hint of cologne, inhaling both before eventually stopping at the beautiful sight of his longtime lover's manhood. It throbbed for further attention. It begged for it, and when Lupin grinned as he glanced up at Belfort for approval, he watched the spaniel nod. He whimpered and silently begged with those beautiful green eyes, which welled up with hot tears.

“Shall I, my love?" Lupin whispered, sticking his fingers inside his mout before pulling them out. “

“R-Ravage me, my dear Lupin—Ahhhhhhhooooohhhhh!"

Lupin came from two different directions. He rubbed his cheek and eventually his nose and lips up and down the former rich boy's length. He drooled along the shaft before finally sucking on the head. He smiled at the flustered spaniel, who panted and moaned between spasming thrusts.

Meanwhile, Lupin's slick fingers made quick work between Belfort's tail and taint, which shivered as a thumb teased the latter and his digits worked under the former. He worked the spaniel's quivering and wet hole until it started to spread easier and excepted the invading fingers with better ease. Lupine rested his other paw on the rising and falling cream-furred stomach of his lover, soothing him and staring up into those beautiful eyes. He waited for them to plead, his ears waited for Belfort to say the word, and he'd immediately stop. Belfort didn't say a word though, only vowels and haggard breaths followed by whimpers. The only resistance came from his sphincter clenching around each digit that gently brushed near his prostate.

Centimeter by centimeter, his loving wolf dog went closer and closer. He swallowed more of his erection, his knuckles brushing against the underside of his sensitive scrotum. Those fingers drew deeper until finally…one of them touched that special sweet spot.

Belfort let out an undulating gasp. Lupine froze halfway through giving another lick.

“Are you okay, Belfort?"

“I…Lupin, I am fine," Belfort exhaled, somewhat embarrassed. “Yeah, I'm…I'm fine. You just brushed against my…well, my prostate. So sensitive."

Lupin grinned back up back to the blushing Brittany Spaniel, then returned to licking the head of his erect cock. He thoroughly licked it up and down and along every part, as if he were a feline giving his crotch an oral bath. That thorough tongue tasted him, every centimeter down to the musk. Lupine couldn't get enough of it, inhaling his pubic fur and inhaling the pre-cum spurting into his dark muzzle, swallowing down the saliva and pre as if they tasted like ice cream.

Waves of cascading lust crashed over Belfort. One paw entwined with Lupin's as it rested on his cream-furred stomach. The other dug into the mattress beneath them as his toes curled so tightly, they started to hurt. Not as much as his cock began to hurt, at first yearning and then demanding to release inside Lupin's maw. The way his tail hole squeezed around his dear boyfriend's flexing fingers certainly didn't help him. It made his bare torso tremble harder and harder until…

Tears streaked down Belfort's cheeks. Very happy tears. “Oh, Lupin! Ahhhh!"

Lupin swallowed every hot spurt of cum. He slowed his fingers movements and focused on draining the Brittany Spanielwhile squeezing his paw back harder. Soon enough, his chin slowly stopped pressing into the other canine's shuddering pelvis, and he pulled his muzzle off the flaccid member. He kissed the sensitive tip and licked both lips.

The two canines no longer held paws.

“How was that, Belfort?" Lupin asked, to which his floppy-eared lover could only respond with further vowels and drooling words. He laughed, shifting upward and licking the spaniel's chin. “I love you, Belfort…"

“I love you too, my dear Lupin," he managed to say between deep breaths.

Another happy, pleasured tear streaked down his right cheek, which Lupin kissed away, then traced his nose up to that glossy eye and press his lips to. His kissing trailed from the closed eye, down the Brittany Spaniel's white muzzle and to his mahogany nose. Then, Lupin kissed him fully, letting him taste his salty pre, running both paws through those soft, floppy ears while pressing his body closer to Belfort's. His erection slowly sprang back to life while Lupin's lined up under his scrotum, aligning with that prepared entrance that quivered to be full again. Lupin could tell from how Belfort whimpered against his tongue leisurely dancing with his.

They parted for air without breaking eye contact.

The darker canine breathlessly beamed. “I'm yours, Augustin Prosper de Belfort. My love."

The other canine lightly chuckled. “And I am yours as well, my dear Lupin."

Lupin held his palm to a warm cheek. Belfort nuzzled against it. Their tails lagged against their ankles as the dominant wolf slowly pushed himself inside. Belfort winced but didn't say anything. He welcomed the penetrating wolf cock that pulsed with his galloping heartbeat. He squirmed, feeling Lupin thrust deeper and stroked his sides. That squirming turned into deep shudders and ecstatic trembling once the wolf really got to work, pulling himself out and back in, filling the room with their moans and colliding pelvises. Not to mention their tails that thrashed at the air and their writhing legs.

This was not their first time. Far from it. The very first time that Belfort made love with Lupin had been during the previous year, when his family went on a holiday to Spain, but he had to remain behind due to not feeling well. Upon hearing the news, Lupin not only snuck inside the château to nurse him back to health but confessed his love for the Brittany Spaniel.

Hours later, the two canines found themselves cuddled up on the wealthy dog's luxurious bed and eventually went completely naked. That have been a wonderful vacation.

Belfort stared lovingly up at the wolf who filled him up completely. Tears once again threatened to overflow, but he held back long enough to let his dear Lupin thrust faster, thrust harder. Every movement caused the spaniel to forget to take deep breaths. So did Lupin.

The pair rocked together and made that bed frame squeak. They made slow, sensual love not for the first time, but for the greatest time so far. There would be plenty more instances for them to explore and display their deep, connecting love. However, it didn't prevent them from relishing as long as they could. Well, they tried prolonging it, at least.

Lupin saw stars surrounding his love as he climaxed. It made the spaniel look dazzling. Meanwhile, Belfort whimpered and eventually wailed in euphoric bliss. It overwhelmed every part of his body as he came for the second time that evening. After giving one final and carnal thrust, the dark fur on his body drenched in sweat and musk, Lupin collapsed atop his lover. They remained there for some time and tried to gather oxygen for their heaving lungs. Lupin stayed inside his dear Belfort, his boyfriend, his lover, and the once-wealthy Brittany Spaniel who traded an inheritance for him. He hugged the purebred dog with the last strength of his arms, and they held each other close.

“Oh, Lupin…" Belfort whispered.

“Belfort," Lupin replied, his smile unwavering. “I love you more than anything…"

“I do too." Belfort licked the salty sweat from the closest side of his muzzle. “Oh, please keep holding me…"

“Your wish is my command," Lupin chuckled as he caressed the canine's shoulders. “Welcome home, my love."

“It is good to be home," Belfort chimed. “And to christen our bed."

The wolf laughed, then sighed as they rested to gather strength.

They had been so engrossed in each other that neither fully realized that it was completely dark outside. At least, not until they glanced at the window. One could almost spot the faint glow of the Eiffel Tower against the starry night sky.

It wouldn't be long before they started to feel hungry. After such physical activity though, Lupin doubted he could make a decent late-night dinner for them. He ultimately decided to grab his phone later and order them food from a nearby restaurant.

Yes, what a good idea. The perfect way to end a perfect night.