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There was still a chilly nip to the air as Carter shivered and stepped off the rickety bus. Winter hadn't fully released it's grip on the small coastal town, the last of the snow may have melted, but a bitter sea breeze was a cold reminder the weather could turn again. If anything it left the young wolf wishing he'd brought a heavier coat, his own thick, mottled gray fur not doing nearly enough to stave the chill.

From behind, the bus driver called out to him. “Coach'll be down for the festival tomorrow," the jovial old fox informed him. “Can't say it feels like spring to me, but the last bus leaves tonight at seven o'clock sharp if you ain't looking to spend the night."

Carter simply waved his thanks for the warning and grabbed his valise. He'd spent half the the trip from Loftport worrying the bus would break down and he'd be forced to trek the rest of the way to Innstoll by foot. He wasn't eager to ride it again so soon.

The rest of the town had changed drastically. The motor bus had been the most obvious addition; while not the best maintained, it was still world apart from the wooden cart he'd left in the back of some ten years prior. The once dirt roads had given way to pavement as the vehicle had pulled further into town, and he could even spy a few electric streetlights scattered amongst the street. Commonplace now in the larger cities like Laeban and Loftport, but near unheard of in what he remembered once as a humble fishing village.

At least the buildings seemed the same. Rugged and seasoned from many passing storms, some even boasting a semi new coat of paint to hide the age and wear from the salt laden air.

The bus station was situated near the main square of town, just across from the old grocery store. A sign out front spelt out the familiar name Maecer’s in worn, red letters. Carter smiled at the familiarity, relieved to see at least one thing hadn't changed from his memory.

He'd spent many days working there during summers past, selling penny candies and dried goods to eventually pay his way out of this town and pursue an education at the university in Loftport alongside a few friends. Carter had been the first to leave town, under less than ideal circumstances, but had been worried when none of them followed after. He'd gotten lucky, he supposed, even if the thought saddened him. He was the only one to actually escape this place.

I wonder if they’re still around, he mused to himself. If Beck's family still ran the grocer or if Martin had taken over his fathers fishing business yet. If he had time later he'd have to ask around.

His destination was not far past the grocer, just a couple streets west and the paved roads returned to the familiar packed earth he remembered as he left the commercial side of town for the residential. The buildings here were weathered as before, but more lively and actively maintained, with small yards enclosed by matching white picket fences. He caught an odd glance as he passed by people chatting on their porches or readying their flowerbeds for the anticipated Spring.

But their was a certain dread he felt wondering if anyone would recognize or even remember the young wolf and the trouble he'd gotten into as a bored pup. Father Aldaine probably did, if he was still around. The priest at the local Advenian church had had his paws full trying to beat out his sinful behavior. Best he kept to himself, the more he thought about it. The father had been an old man back then, there was always a chance he had long since departed his calling, but that wasn't a chance he was willing to bet on.

Fucker had better have kicked it by now. He had to laugh a little at himself, he hadn't fully moved on it seemed.

Not that he had too much time to worry about it before the wolf turned a corner, now face to face with the most rundown house in the area.

It was a single story building, like most of Innstoll. The fence around it's small yard was broken in multiple places, several posts snapped in two and the gate hung loosely on its hinges, barely containing the unkept sprawl of weeds. Even the building itself was left in a shoddy state. Boards covered the front windows, panes of glass shattered from either disrepair or mischief, he wasn't sure.

It'd been left to his younger brother after their mother had passed some few years ago. Not that his brother, Will, had been in town to take care of it. They'd both moved on from this place some years ago, now Will was trying to sell the lot so he could forget about the place.

Carter couldn't tell if he was supposed to feel sad or angry. Not at Will, he couldn't blame his brother for finally wanting to be rid of the place. There were many bad memories that he'd left at the ramshackle wooden door ahead of him. He'd spent the past several years trying to move on from this place, until Will sent him a letter asking him to check up on the state of the building.

It was a small favor. They'd kept in touch since leaving this place, and as Loftport was closer to Innstoll, Will had asked him to check up on the place. And unfortunately, it was in worse condition than they'd initially thought.

He took a deep breath, pushed through the loose gate up to the front door and pulled the key out of his pocket. Will had needed to include it in his last letter, Carter hadn't left on the best of terms with their mother.

The door itself creaked loudly as he pushed it open, years of neglect protesting the wolfs intrusion. He probably could have expected the interior. It was empty, Will had had all of the furnishings and keepsakes removed years ago. Thick layers of dust and mud covered the wooden floor, the olive green wallpaper peeled in patches. He could even spot pieces of the ceiling sagging, the broken windows and exposure to the seaside weather had not been kind.

I doubt Will will be too pleased about it, it’ll need serious work if he ever hopes to sell. More work than either brother probably wanted to put into it. It had gone for years without even the basic maintenance, so Carter wasn't surprised. The whole trip would probably be a waste.

His tour about the rest of the house didn't change his opinion. He'd found multiple leaks throughout, the kitchen had thriving assortment of molds and the entire place reeked of the damp and mildew. And worst yet a tree had fallen into one of the bedrooms at the back of the house during a storm some time ago, leaving a fair part of the roof collapsed and exposed to the elements.

That’s what happens when you pretend a place doesn’t exist for years. That part was Will's fault, and Carter couldn't help but curse him a little bit for it. His younger brother could have taken care of the matter when he'd first inherited the house, instead he'd left it to rot and waste away. If Carter had been the one to inherit the house, he would have at least made sure it stayed in a decent condition to be sold.

Not that there would have been any chance of that. Mother had made it quite clear what she'd thought of him before he'd ran.

At least Beck and Martin seemed to have evaded a similar fate, a fraction of him supposed he should be grateful for that. Even though they'd failed to meet him in Loftport like they'd planned as wayward youths.

A single sigh slipped from his muzzle. He did hope those two were well, seeing them again would be nice, and possibly make this trip less of a waste. Will was going to be upset that the house itself wasn't worth much. He might be able to get something for the lot, but the building itself had been rotting and molding for years. His paws felt filthy just from walking through the place, he couldn't in good conscious…

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, replacing his frustration with anxiety and puzzlement. Even if some curious passersby had noticed him entering the place, surely they weren't so nosy as to bother him, were they? Carter peaked through the boards that covered the windows in the living room, gingerly stepping around pieces of broken glass and a couple errant stones.

The wolf couldn't quite make out the figure at the door, and his nostrils were still plugged with the dreadful scent of mildew that permeated the place.

Steeling himself for whatever snooping awaited him, the wolf slowly pulled the door open a crack, peering out at the front steps and the bobcat that waited him there.

The feline stood a few inches shorter than Carter, neatly dressed in a collared shirt and worn vest over his speckled brown and gray fur. Wiry spectacles sat neatly on the bridge of his muzzle, and he twitched nervously as he waited, glancing about as if he was worried someone was watching him.

Carter pulled the door open, his face quickly turning from one of worry to a wide, wolfish grin at the unexpectedly familiar face at the door.

“Well I'll be damned, Beck Maecer, is that you?" Carter laughed as Beck jumped at the sound of his own name, and stepped aside inviting his friend in.

“It was you, I knew it. Came back to town and didn't even stop by the grocer to say hello," Beck accused as he followed Carter inside, nose wrinkling as the smell of mold and neglect hit his nostrils, but it did little to placate his excitement as he rushed Carter and yanked him into an embrace.

“It's good to see you too, kitty," Carter could feel the grin spread across his face, “I was wondering if you or Martin were still in town."

“I'm still here, never left actually. Martin left for Cadan City I think five years ago? Got a job with the railroad up north," Beck answered, face buried in Carter's shirt. “I took over the store from the old man after he got sick, shortly after—you know."

The feline's face trailed off, a look of guilt crossing his face as he pulled away. “I'm sorry I didn't meet you in Loftport, I wanted to," he stammered, yellow eyes starting to water, “but after taking over the grocer I had to take care of my brothers, and I felt too awful to keep returning your letters until eventually I just lost track of everything."

It hurt a little, but Carter couldn't keep from smiling down at the apologetic feline. He couldn't blame Beck for not following after him. They'd all had lives here. Carter himself hadn't been ready to leave town yet, everything just went wrong.

“But no one caught you then," Carter laughed, “that's what's more important, I was worried Father Aldaine would eventually discover you or Martin."

“Kinda hard to when there's ten times the felines in town than wolves," Beck chuckled nervously. “Plus you were a little too distracted and didn't run when we told you."

Carter had to admit Beck was right. He could still remember that night, sneaking into the fields behind Martin's family farm, bare fur on fur as the bobcat bent underneath him with Martin keeping a lookout. Then he remembered hearing Martin yelling something but not quite remembering what, his mind had been hazy, not catching sight of the approaching lantern light, just Beck speeding off into the distance as fast as his paws could carry him.

He'd been very distracted, disoriented even, leaving just a little too late to avoid being recognized. To this day he still wasn't sure what had gotten them caught. Probably just bad luck, he supposed.

“But enough about that, look at you!" Beck exclaimed, circling around the wolf for a full inspection. “Sharply dressed, fancy suitcase and living the big city life. Heard from your brother that the university had been keeping you busy for some time."

“It certainly was for a while," Carter sighed. “Kept me occupied for the first few years after Will managed to smuggle me the money I'd saved for the tuition, after that the job I found doing accounting for various ships and merchants across the port didn't leave me a moment of time to breathe."

It was mostly the truth. After he'd finished his studies he'd had more than enough time to come back to visit, but with his sins still fresh in the local gossip, he'd chosen to avoid the place entirely.

“I see, and any secret lovers waiting for you back in Loftport then?" Beck grinned, coyly elbowing Carter in the side. “I could see you getting into trouble left unsupervised like that."

“W-well no, there's not anyone, actually," Carter huffed and grabbed at Beck, but the bobcat ducked out of his reach, laughing all the while. 'I tried a couple of times, but nothing felt right."

“I'm flattered I left such an impact on you," Beck whispered with a wink, those bright eyes now alight with amusement. “I've also got a place more comfortable to talk if you're free. More private as well if you're worried."

“Just a little, I don't want word of my return getting to the good Father," the wolf said wryly, “Last thing I need is him trying to drag me to the church house for another interrogation a decade later."

Beck cackled at that. “I wouldn't worry about Aldaine anymore," the feline crowed, loud enough to make Carter worry. “He had to leave town himself after he was caught having an affair with a barmaid at Ditch's Pub. People didn't talk about you much after that, a corrupt pastor makes for much better gossip than some misbehaving youth."

And with that, Beck pulled open the door and gestured for Carter to follow. Retracing Carter's earlier path through town while they idly chatted, stopping by a few old haunts to reminisce their shared youths while they shared stories from the last few years. The old school house, the local diner they'd hung around too poor to buy anything, even the fairgrounds where tomorrow's festivities would be held to welcome in the spring. All of them still remained almost exactly how he'd remembered them from years ago.

Until they stopped at the storefront of Maecer's Grocer.

“Had to lock up shop early when I saw you wandering past," Beck explained as he pulled the front door open. “Been a while hasn't it? Took my Pa's offices on the second floor and turned them into my own place after he passed. Life at the house had gotten too crowded as the siblings got older, you know?"

Carter looked over the jars of penny candies that sat waiting on the counter as Beck relocked the door behind them. The shelves of dried goods, canned goods and other sundry items that gridded the floor space. Like it had been trapped in time since he'd been a youth working his first job cleaning the place.

There was a stairway in the corner leading to the second floor where the senior Maecer had once held his office and some storage space as Beck had said. At least some things were still familiar.

“Come on, let me show you around." Beck grabbed the wolf by the paw and pulled him along up the stairs.

He pushed open the heavy oak door that sat beyond the landing and into the spacious area. What was once an office had been stripped of it's large desk and records, now the large and sturdy wooden frame of a bed dominated the center of the room, two small nightstands and bookshelves to either side.

The left half of the room, once where extra goods and merchandise had been stored, had been converted into a makeshift dinning area. A small table covered in random dishes sat against the wall near a darkened fireplace, it's chairs haphazardly strewn about nearby.

The other end still had the remnants of being an office space, having a much smaller desk than the one Carter remembered piled high with receipts and other random documents Beck deemed important.

The wolf set down his valise by the door, arm sore from having been carrying it about for so long, while Beck ran about the room fussing over the mess he'd left.

“If I'd known you'd be in town I'd have tidied up before hand," Beck rambled, “my brothers take care of the day-to-day chores at the house and watch over our mother, so it's just me up here most days. So long as I manage the store and make sure the bills are paid, no one seems keen to bother me."

“Well since I know you're in town then, maybe I'll have to stop by more often," Carter chuckled. “I'll send you a letter telling you to close up shop for a day then take the bus into town."

“I certainly wouldn't complain about that," Beck replied, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, patting the mattress next to him in invitation. “Or I could let my brothers take over the store, come stay with you up in Loftport for a few days."

Carter smiled as he sat down next to Beck. “It would take some getting used to. Loftport is much louder than here in town," he said, “the streets are never empty, but the people are more distant. You're existing with them, but most never even know you're there."

He'd never gotten accustomed to that coldness. More often than not he'd choose to keep to his apartment rather than socialize with the port town's locals.

“It'd be fine so long as I'd have you around," Beck smiled and he placed a gentle hand on Carter's shoulder, the wolf shivering at his touch. “That's what the plan was originally, gods know how many summers we spent talking about how we're going to leave this place."

“I still wish you'd come with me," Carter admitted, his hand crawling on top of the feline's. “I understand you had to take care of your family, and I admire you for that. But those were probably the loneliest years of my life. I wish I'd had you."

They sat there for a few moments in the quiet, sharing in the stillness of the other's company. The last time they'd been this close together was the night it had all fallen apart, before Carter had been dragged to the church house to confess his sins. He'd lied. Told the Father he'd been with a woman. Carter wasn't sure if they'd believed him.

He'd been thrown in a cell at the jailhouse after that. He hadn't expected Will to be the one to get him out of there, playing on the jailer's penchant for cheap gin, handing him a small bundle of cash then paying an older farmer to carry the wolf out of town by cart.

He hadn't even been able to tell Beck or Martin goodbye.

They'd been this close, closer even, and Carter had missed it. Some ten years of lonely nights in the city had him realizing how much he craved the closeness. During his time at the university, he'd kept aloof from the bars and dance halls that his peers had frequented, from the women his acquaintances tried to introduce him to.

“Beck, can I ask you—" Carter started, but his sentence was cut off as the lithe feline next to him grabbed his muzzle and pressed their lips together in a kiss.

A soft moan escaped Carter as Beck rolled on top of him, straddling the wolf's lap as they pushed together. Carter pulled him closer after that momentary shock faded, the bobcat melting into him as his bodies ground against each other, Carter's paws gripping at Beck's rear to secure him in place. He was unable to resist giving the feline a squeeze as the bobcats nub tail twitched excitedly, the wolf's tongue teasing it's way past the bobcats lips and dancing against his own.

Carter growled, paws sliding up the bobcats side and lifting his shirt as they traveled up to his chest. Beck took the hint as he pulled away to catch his breath.

“I've wanted to do that since I saw you on the street," Beck muttered as he began to swiftly undo the buttons of his shirt and vest, exposing more of his speckled gray fur and the shock of a flecked white that ran from his neck down his entire stomach and underside.

Carter had always loved it, ever since they'd met. The gradient of browns, grays and white painted with a beautiful black spots, it enamored him.

He'd forgotten how soft the feline's fur was, how good it felt to run his hands through it. He leaned in to kiss Beck again, his tongue invading the bobcat's maw with even less resistance than before before breaking apart to focus on kissing the exposed neck and chest before him. Vey quickly he was rewarded with Beck moaning in his ear.

But he wasn't about to stop there. His hands once again firmly secured the bobcats soft rump as he flipped Beck around and pushed him onto his back. The bobcat whined all the while, especially as a cold, canine nose and heated tongue continued rediscovering what Carter had lost.

Beck tried to stifle his moans as Carter resumed kissing his neck and chest, all the while he hooked a single finger at the bobcats waistband to give them a little tug further down and slowly exposing ever so slightly more of the fur hidden beneath. He traveled down Beck's body, nuzzling and kissing his chest, then his stomach and waist before he stopped, muzzle hovering hungrily over the feline's groin.

He could see the tent that had grown uncomfortably tight, and with a single shift of his paws, Carter could feel the feline shaft growing hard and slipping free of Beck's still hidden sheath.

“I never got to finish what I started back then," Carter breathed as he ground his nose against Beck's concealed shaft, taking in the comforting, earthy musk of his companion. “Sorry it's a little late."

“Don't stop there, please," Beck whined, his hips eagerly trying to thrust at the wolf's muzzle. “I've been waiting for years dreaming you'd come back."

Another growl vibrated in carter's chest as his hands traced the inner waist of Beck's pants before pulling the garment down and finally freeing the snowy white sheath and growing shaft. He licked his lips as he watched the pink cock throb in the air, then he dove in, eliciting a gasp from Beck as the wolf's cold nose teased at his hot flesh.

Carter lapped at the shaft, tongue slipping slightly into the felines sheath before traveling up its length, teasing and twisting around the soft barbs of the head before returning to the base to coax more and more from it's resting place. Beck shivered and twitched and gasped beneath him as Carter savored and toyed with him, running his tongue every where he could to catch the warm drips of pre that trickled from Beck's tip.

One of Beck's hands soon found it's way to the back of his wolf's head and scratched behind his ear gently. Carter moaned quietly as he continued lapping hungrily, the same paw guiding his muzzle closer to press the tip of Beck's length against his lips. With a light buck from the bobcat, Carter let his lips part as his head was pulled inch by inch down the shaft until he kissed Beck's sheath.

Beck couldn't keep from moaning louder as Carter's head bobbed up and down the length of his cock, going up to tease the feline's textured head before hilting his maw again, pausing only for a moment when the wolf felt the tip of the bobcat tickle the back of his throat. Carter groaned through his stuffed mouth as Beck's other paw now gripped behind his ears, holding him place as Beck gave in to the desire to roll and buck his hips upwards against Carter's muzzle.

Carter could feel his own cock throb within its imprisonment within his pants, it was begging to be released and buried somewhere warm. The salty pre that slicked his tongue only fueled that desire. Every gentle moan from Beck's lips, every arc of the feline's back as he humped desperately at the warm and eager muzzle above him, it was all a reminder of what Carter had been forced to leave behind. What he needed to reclaim, at least for this night.

He hadn't realized how badly he wanted this, needed it even. How long he'd missed the feeling of having Beck in his maw.

It didn't take much longer within the heated entrapment of Carter's muzzle for the bobcat to burst. His thrusting grew more wild and careless, his breath came quickened and ragged as the pleasure increased, legs trembling beneath Carter as his entire body spasmed and he slammed his hips into Carter's face in one last frenzied bid for release.

Carter was trapped there, Beck's grip locking his head at the base of the feline shaft, tip kissed to the back of the wolf's mouth as it now pulsed and sprayed ropes of hot seed down his throat. He closed his eyes, swallowing as much as he could but still feeling some spill from the corners of his lips. Beck still gasped and gripped him tighter than ever, still humping weakly against Carter's chin and nose.

They remained in that position for a few moments while the bobcat caught his breath again, his grip finally loosening on on Carter's head. Strings of seed and saliva dribbled from his maw as he slowly raised his head off the feline's twitching length. He licked his lips cleaning them of Beck's mess, eyes still greedily following the slick, pink shaft that now flopped against Beck's belly.

He leaned in again and gave it a quick lick. Beck gasping as Carter took hold of him by the thighs and lapped at his sensitive shaft, cleaning and reclaiming the strands that had escaped him before. Careful as he was, he could feel Beck's muscles underneath his hands clench as the poor bobcat did his best to restrain himself, even going so far as to bite his own paw to resist crying out.

Carter grinned from his place at Beck's lap. “Been a while, kitty?" He teased as he gave his friend's sheath a nuzzle.

“Years," Beck admitted with a groan as Carter rose to his feet. “Haven't enjoyed a warm muzzle since Martin left."

The wolf laughed and began undoing his shirt then his belt, fumbling a bit with the buckle in his haste before tossing them all to the side. But even with the his lustful clumsiness, soon his trousers and undergarments fell to his ankles and joined the rest of his clothes in a heap. The red canine shaft now fully exposed to the cool air, knot long since swollen in its confinement.

“I was wondering if I'd ever feel this way again," Beck mused. The bobcat removed his glasses gently and set them neatly on the nightstand, then threw off his open shirt and kicked his trousers the rest of the way off, joining Carter in his nudity.

All Carter could think about was those damnably beautiful spots that stippled his lovers soft coat, the way fur of Beck's thighs slid between his fingers softer than silk, the musical purring that vibrated in the bobcats chest as he reached his climax.

“Not many prospects here in town, with both you and Martin had gone I'd been afraid I'd lost my chance forever," Beck continued, dropping to his knees so Carter's erection swayed needfully over his nose.

“I don't want to lose you again."

Another growl rumbled from Carter's chest as Beck gently cupped the his balls in one paw and gave the tip of the canine cock a kiss.

His tongue met Carter's length before he had a chance to respond, and he snarled his pleasure as that rough, feline tongue slicked his shaft. He was leaking profusely at this point, his undergarments had been stained by his pent up need, but Beck's tongue slipped and curled along the underside of his cock to faithfully catch every spilt droplet.

Beck's muzzle opened to invite the wolf in, quivering beneath the wolf's large paws as they rested on his ears and urged him deeper and deeper til his lips teased at the swollen knot at the base, but Beck was ready for it. Previous experiences years ago had taught him that Carter's knot would never fit in his maw. His paws moved deftly, one still cupping and rubbing the wolf's heavy sheath, the other massaged the turgid knot pressed desperately to his lips.

Those dextrous fingers kneaded and squeezed at the thick base, coaxing another gasp from Carter as his sensitive flesh was relentlessly teased.

It took all of Carter's willpower not to grab the bobcat's head and thrust madly into the warm, wet muzzle that worked his length. Instead, he stroked the feline's ears as Beck had to him before. His paws stroked and and ran down the back of Beck's head, giving the feline a gentle scratch while his hips pushed rhythmically into the inviting mouth.

Beck purred his approval. His body vibrating softly while his head bobbed back and forth, motions slowing every time the tip of Carter's tapered length almost pulled free from the warm enclosure and he focused his attention on stroking and milking the knot and shaft with his paw.

“Almost there, kitty," Carter whispered through his panting, hips picking up speed in his needy thrusting, knot pressing desperately against his companion's lips near begging for entry with every jerking motion.

Beck could only groan his response as the wolf's humping tested his jaws, both paws now wrapped tightly around the bludgeoning knot in an attempt to squeeze out the last of Carter's restraint. The wolf could only tighten his grip and snarl as his cock slid back and forth across the rough tongue, grinding into Beck's eager throat with every accelerating thrust. His mind emptied of any thoughts beyond his primal need to hump away into the warm maw of his friend, his lover. Empty of all thoughts besides reaching that breaking point.

Carter felt his back straighten involuntarily as he thrust one final time, pressure finally reaching it's climax in the wet and heated embrace of Beck's muzzle. Strand after strand of thick canine seed flooded the feline's small mouth as Beck relentlessly milked the knot Carter had failed to bury. He massaged it greedily, hungry to swallow as much as his body would allow as he coaxed out more spurting ropes that spilled down his chin and onto his chest.

His hips continued jerking weakly of their own accord, even after Beck gingerly pulled the wolf cock out of his maw. One final spurt heralding the end of Carter's climax, catching Beck off guard as it streaked up his muzzle and left a patch of hot, wolf cum running down his face.

They shared another moment of brief respite. they both panted vigorously trying to regain their composure, Carter even sinking to his knees to be at eye level with his bobcat.

Beck quickly looked away, face abashed and blushing beneath his fur, mouth desperately trying to form words but seemingly not knowing what to say.

He tried speaking up, but Carter cut him off, grabbed him by the chin and pulled him close. His tongue lapped up his own mess of seed he'd sprayed across Beck's face before nuzzling and licking at the bobcat's muzzle until he was permitted entry.

He could hear the bobcat's short tail brushing excitedly against the bed behind him as their tongues explored each others mouths again. “I missed you," Carter offered as he pulled away, breathless once more. “I wish I'd come back sooner."

Beck giggled and leaned in to rest his head on the canine's shoulder. “This isn't what I had planned when I first saw you," Beck admitted, “Part of me wondered if you'd found someone up in Loftport. I was afraid you'd moved on already, ten years is a long time to be alone."

“I mean it when I say I missed you," Carter planted a kiss on the bobcat's head. “I tried with a few men I'd met, but I was too scared to take those relationships seriously, not after how badly things had ended back home. I'd spent most of the first year terrified Father Aldaine was going to show up at my doorstep with the police."

I was worried that would happen for the first few years actually. Not that he'd admit it, especially not now.

Carter rose to his feet at that and offered Beck his hand. He pulled the bobcat to his feet and into the bed, trying his best to be gentle but half falling onto the mattress himself.

“I missed you too," Beck laughed nervously. “I'm embarrassed to admit I was excited when you said you hadn't found anyone. Selfish of me, I know. Martin and I tried to make things work but I think we were both more interested in you than in each other." He nestled himself into the crook of Carter's body, rump pressed snuggly against the canine's sheath.

“You two at least seemed to enjoy each other's company," Carter teased as he let his hands wander up from Beck's hips to his nipples, “or at least each others bodies."

“We enjoyed a quick fuck, I won't deny that," Beck laughed, “and we were friends, but I think that was all. We got along best when we had you naked between us. And there weren't any other safe options here in town we'd dare explore."

Carter's cheeks flushed hot beneath his fur. “I can't say Loftport is much better in that regard," he managed to stammer as Beck giggled contentedly. “Fears aside I did look after a while, for the company mostly but I wouldn't have minded the other benefits."

“My handsome wolf needed a place to bury his knot?"

They shared a laugh, Beck's tail wiggling playfully as he ground his rear against the large wolf holding him.

“Ended up feeling too dangerous to ask another man, even if you suspected him, and women unfortunately never caught my eye the same way," Carter sighed. “I tried with one, I just couldn't make it work."

“Guess we were lucky to have known each other," Beck mumbled, “people still ask me if I'm ever going to find a wife. I'd considered it as well, but I couldn't picture it, so I assumed for a while I'd just die a bachelor."

Carter smiled as he leaned in to the bobcat's ear. “You just like my cock too much, is that it, kitty?" His hands slid back down Beck's silky pelt before groping his sheath and earning himself a surprised mew from his lover. “I know I like yours."

“That certainly helps," he yielded with a sigh, “might I add you're one of two people I can safely admit that too?"

We really had been fortunate, I know I was at least. They'd grown up together, discovered themselves together, fallen in love together. They'd been bound together by their circumstances, but they'd also been happy. The happiest Carter had ever been in the thirty years he'd been alive.

“Gods I wish I'd never stopped replying to your letters," Beck lamented, “I could have at least planned a short trip or something to visit you. Could have at least provided that company you wanted. Could have had this so much sooner." His voice trailed off.

“I was upset at first," Carter found himself confessing and he pulled Beck closer to him, tighter to his chest. “I knew you and Martin must have had reasons, hell, after what happened to me I assumed you two were too afraid for your own safety. And I couldn't blame you for that."

He could feel the feline's muscles tighten, clenched in a mix of sorrow and frustration. “I'll join you in Loftport soon," Beck promised. “As soon as my brothers can take over the grocer. I may be a decade late already, but I promised you we'd leave this place together."

“I think I've got space for a cat," Carter mused, “especially if I get to start waking up to this every morning." He stroked Beck's hip and side as he spoke, finishing his sentence with a quick nip at Beck's ear.

“You'll get more than just this," Beck assured him, he gave him a sly smile over his shoulder. “Like I said before, seems like you're in desperate need of a place to bury that knot."

“And just where should I put it?" Carter asked coyly. “I'm open to suggestions."

“There's a small bottle in the top drawer," Beck grinned and gestured towards the nightstand, “be a dear and grab it for me, and I'll show you exactly where my wolf can bury his bone."

Carter did as he was instructed, rolling out of the bed and pulling open the drawer Beck had indicated, withdrawing a stoppered glass bottle from amidst Beck's belongings. He rubbed his sheath, persuading the bright red tip to peak from it's gray furred prison once again.

Beck had prostrated himself on the bed, his nub of a tail stood raised and wiggling to present his taut rear; and that dastardly smug look of expectancy on his face as he grinned over his shoulder at Carter.

“It's an oil," Beck explained with a grin as Carter turned the bottle over looking for any identifying label with no success. “Have to order it from out of town for this particular purpose. Learned my lesson after the first time you tried to mount me."

“Been practicing since I've been gone?"

“Just my fingers really," Beck admitted, his face changing to a more sheepish expression. “Not like there's many dashing wolves wanting to fuck me here in town."

“There's at least one," Carter offered as he unstoppered the bottle, curiously pouring the thick, oily substance into his hand.

The clear substance spread easily between the pads of his fingers. He set the bottle down, and using his other paw spread the bobcat's rear. Beck gasping as the first digit pressed against his hole and slid in with ease, he pushed back into Carter's hand as it gently plunged into his passage. He started to purr again as Carter eased the second finger in, hands gripping the bedding as his hole was spread wider by the invading digits.

The third finger made Beck squirm as the three loosened his hole, teasing at his inner walls as the rocking motion of the wolf's digits slipped down to the knuckle inside him. His breath quickened as Carter withdrew his paw, using it to lather more of the oil into his paw and massage it onto his reemerging shaft.

A pleasured growl rumbled within his throat as his paw glided across the length of his shaft down to his sheath and around his knot as it emerged. When he was satisfied, he moved to press the tip to Beck's awaiting hole. The bobcat's mouth fell agape and he yowled, his back arched as his body spread wide to accommodate the first couple inches of the invading member.

Immediately Carter gasped in bliss as Beck panted in slightly pained ecstasy beneath him. The warmth enveloping his shaft with every inch it slipped deeper into the groaning feline. It had been too long since he'd been with another man. Too long since he'd truly been one with Beck. He held back a snarl as Beck pushed back into him, the bobcat's breath coming quick and shallow and his pleasured cries getting louder the deeper Carter's cock reached.

He withdrew briefly, only to thrust harder and deeper into the smaller man, hips pumping inch after inch in and out of the tight passage squeezing around him. He pressed his weight down and forced Beck into the bed, the bobcat's own cock grinding helplessly against his stomach and the bedsheets as Carter's feral thrusting picked up more speed.

He did snarl this time, ecstasy igniting his senses as he humped and bucked into the tight hole, every push forcing his shaft down to the thick not at it's base where it ground against the bobcat's entrance. His entire body was on fire. Instinct began to take over as the wolf's thrusting got more primal, every pleasured moan and yowl from Beck fueling his lust as he repeatedly drove his knot against the unyielding hole.

He needed to breed the bobcat underneath him. He needed to make Beck his.

The short claws of his fingers dug into Beck's hips to steady himself on the bobcat as he slammed into his tail. Beck couldn't do much besides cry out and moan, the gray wolf above him effectively pinning him to the bed while the wild hammering at his passage hit all his most sensitive spots.

Carter could feel the pressure rising within him for the second time that day, dangerously close to the point of no return. His frantic attempts to bury his knot under the bobcats tail grew more frenzied. His breathing came out as nothing but pants and growls.

Beck writhed underneath him on the verge of his own climax, breathlessly begging Carter not to stop as each slam pressed more and more of the wolf's turgid knot into the feline's heated depths, until at long last he felt the bobcat's passage give way as he plunged the entirety of his swollen knot deep into the feline. Carter's entire body spasmed with pleasure as he felt his second load flood Beck's abused hole.

Beck cried out as he came, that final thrust into his once taut passage leaving the fur of his stomach matted and staining the bed beneath them. Carter whimpered as Beck's body clenched down around his buried cock, milking it for every last drop of seed as his hips bucked in vestigial fervor and he collapsed on top of Beck.

Minutes passed as they wordlessly panted. Eventually Carter rolled onto his side in an attempt to get off of Beck and inadvertently dragging the yowling feline with him. Beck protested at first until Carter pulled him back into a spooning position. He licked the bobcat's cheek tenderly until he heard another contented purr from Beck.

“I think I have to steal you away with me now," Carter teased, “I don't want to go back to Loftport alone."

“Hmm? Oh right," Beck laughed sheepishly and nestled back into place in Carter's arms. “I think I'd like that. Might need to grab a bath first then we can discuss it over dinner?"

“I've got a few days before I have to leave, dinner sounds lovely."

Beck giggled and Levi wrapped his arms around him, eyes closing as a wave of drowsiness hit him. Beck wasn't going anywhere until his knot shrank, so he'd enjoy the closeness and companionship. It was peaceful just laying there. Carter could only smile. Part of him simply happy the trip wouldn't be a waste after all, the rest for rediscovering the companionship he'd been deprived years ago.

He could easily fall asleep like this. He very well might actually, cleaning up could come later. All that mattered in this moment was the soft, purring feline cradled against his body.