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"Look at you," the coyote said, leaning forward to let me past him. My books dropped to the desk with a gentle thump, and I pulled out the chair next to him. "Arriving to class late. Had you not texted me earlier in the morning, I'd've thought that you'd overslept. I mean, I've been before that I'm a bad influence, but... never would've expected it to take effect so quickly."

"Hah." Luckily this class wasn't one of the more lecture-intensive ones - and I'd only missed maybe ten minutes, anyway. I'd be surprised if there was _any_information in those first ten minutes that would show up later. Some professors enjoy spending the beginning of the class period just talking, asking the students how their days have been, if they have any plans for the week... I wonder what Harley had to say. "Wait, who told you that?"

He lounged back in his chair after I took my seat, resuming the same slumped-over, languorous position that I imagine he maintains in most classes. "Ex. You know how it is."

"How many-"

"Alright, class," called the professor, "as you know, we're gonna have a quiz before the period is over..."

"-exes have you got?"

"Oh. Oh jeez." Large, dusty-tan ears flicked around, and he briefly flashed a bright grin at me. "At least my fair share, I'll tell you that."

"You break up with them, or did they break up with you?"

This time, he didn't meet my eyes as he spoke, and instead busied himself with taking out his notebook for this class. I caught a brief glimpse of the cover: it was a standard spiral notebook, single-color, but he'd doodled around in various colors. I couldn't quite see what he'd drawn, though.

"Well, what do you think?"

And he stopped there. Honestly, though... I'd known him for hardly a day

(and I've already had a wet dream about him, and fantasized about him once)

and didn't even really know his interests, what he does outside of class, what his major here is... I mean, I can tell you that he's a coyote with damn pretty green eyes and a nice smile, but that's about it.

"Hm." The professor was still talking about something, probably whatever today's lesson covered. Would probably be a good idea to start getting out my notetaking stuff as well. "Hey, Harley. Question."

"There may be an answer for you somewhere..." The coyote drew out the last syllable of the word as he wrote in today's date on the corner of the page. Then, that done, he looked up at me. "So let's just hope I have it. 'Sup?"

"Tell me about yourself."

"Shit. Pass?"

When I looked over at him, he just grinned back at me. Unlike some people, I could clearly see the shape of his teeth, sharp fangs closing nicely beside one another, smile unbroken by any gaps or irregularities. His family must be fairly well-off.

"What're you lookin' at me like that for? You can't ask such a broad question like that and expect a good, simple answer. I mean - I like strawberries, and kittens, and video games, but you knew that; one time when I was seven I broke my arm when I fell out of a tree, one time when I was nine I threw up on my grandma's dress at some annual event, and then did so again the following year-"

"Okay, okay. Um..." What would be best to know about him? Are you gay?_Hah - no. My heart picked up a few beats with me just _thinking about asking him that. I mean, I could launch into more sexual questions, like we'd been talking about last night... but that just seemed inappropriate for sitting in class, when we were supposed to be reading another chapter in the textbook and taking notes. "Any fun stories from high school?"

"Oh, Jesus. You had to go there, didn't you?" He leaned back in his chair, a faint smile pulling at the corners of his lips. "So. A brother of mine, older than me, different mother, not from around here. He visited one time, right? I think I was a junior in high school at the time - but, one day in class I got a note from the teacher, telling me that my dad was here to pick me up for something. So you know how it is - I was worried that I had, like, a doctor's appointment or whatever, but I went. And when I get to the office, there's my brother standing there, the biggest of fuckin' grins on his face. I hadn't seen him in years, right? So of course we were excited to see each other. Front desk must've thought this 'dad' had a real weird relationship with his kid, if they hug like that every time they see each other.

"So we leave, and he's tellin' me about his plane ride here, about what he's been doing since I last saw 'im. All good stuff. We go to the mall just to hang out, and get some ice cream there, and we're walking around when I hear someone calling my name- 'Harley. Harley! Look at me!' - so I turn around, and it's my goddamn teacher, from the period where my brother picked me up. I see my life flash before my eyes, my heart's poundin', I've got terrible brainfreeze-

"And then my fuckin' brother- he just grins at me, says 'I got this', and then saunters up to Mr. Lawson, stands there in front of him - my brother's, like, six foot four - and then just fuckin' dumps his ice cream on him, pushes him, and yells at me to run. So of course I do. Suddenly there's police sirens before I can make it anywhere, apparently someone thought we'd shoplifted, and then some time later I'm in a police cruiser back to school with no brother and no ice cream.

"He had to spend the night in jail, and came to pick me up from school the following day when he got out. They couldn't do anything to me 'cause I'd gotten a legitimate pass out of class - it was just the front desk's problem with not checking him good enough. But, anyway, he's sitting there all quiet, so I'm worrying about him, and ask him if he's okay - and he just - fuckin' bursts_out laughing. Like he hasn't had that much fun in _ages. Whole car ride home, he's mockin' Mr. Lawson, makin' fun of his face, telling me how the police got him like it was some action movie... ah. Maybe you had to be there."

I'd kept my eye on him for the whole time he was telling that story. Even while focusing on his notes, even while half-distracted with writing something down, I could still see the evidence of enjoyment and laughter tug on his lips and brighten his eyes. Then, I don't know what it was that made me go on: "How about a relationship that didn't go quite right? We all have them."

I'd asked this question while getting my textbook out, and as such, hadn't been looking at him. When he didn't respond for a while, I almost thought that he hadn't heard me; however, when I glanced over at him, I could see that he rolled his pen back and forth between his fingers, and that his tail had gone still. His ears had lost some of their upright stiffness. My heart dropped a little.

Maybe I'd hit a nerve? "I mean, you don't have to if you don't-"

"I wouldn't exactly call it fun, but... well. My senior year of high school, I was in precal with this chick, right? She-otter, kind of a bitch, very pretty, though. You know that kind of bad-girl charm. Not the usual delinquent stoner type, either - back in high school, you can usually tell. She was cool. Name was... Jesus, what was it... ah, whatever.

"Anyway. Me an' her got to know each other pretty good, eventually exchanged numbers, started hanging out outside of class. I went over to her place for dinner once, and - turns out, she wasn't actually a rebel-type of chick. Excellent relationship with her parents, as far as I could tell. Some rough spots every now and then, but nothing bad, and as I hung out with her more she opened up more. Lots of people in high school go through the sort of thing she had - you know. Inadequacy, depression, self-hate... self-harm. She'd had that, but had gotten over it. Good for her, right?"

He paused briefly to write down something in his notes, peering over at his textbook for reference. "

"Well. She started thinking of me as more than just a friend. Predictable, I know, what with how often we were hanging out, how we always hugged hello_and _goodbye, how she persuaded her parents to let me stay the night once... though, to be fair, it was her birthday party and there was, like, five other people there. But, um..." He swallowed and licked his lips. "I sort of. Uh. Forgot to mention to her that I had at least... two friends-with-benefits in high school, one of them college-aged by then. Well, anyway, we sort of started... dating, her calling me her boyfriend and me calling her my girlfriend... things heated up some more, you know."

I glanced up at the front of the room to be sure that the professor hadn't tuned in to our conversation. "Is this the one you mentioned the other night? With the mood swings?"

"No, no. That one was one of the friends-with-benefits by then. But - well, this she-otter... okay, I sort of started falling for her. Also predictable. Spend that much time with someone, especially someone you like and genuinely get along with... when I told her how I felt, she had me promise to her, that I wasn't gonna love anybody other than her while we were together. So, sure, right? Dumbass me didn't think that sex buddies counted, so I... deliberately omitted that part."

"Then she found out."

"Mhmm."

"She do anything?"

His tall ears flattened down, then came back up, and then flicked down again. He looked sideways at me, tilting his muzzle towards me a little, and then turned back to his notes.

"Yeah. We broke up. I didn't hear from her again."

"Oh." Well, damn. That wasn't at all the sort of thing I'd wanted to hear when I asked him to tell me about himself. Notetaking felt like a lost cause, and I hadn't even started yet; to give myself something to do, I scanned through my textbook's pages, trying to find at least something to write down. "I'm... sorry, Harley."

"Well, I mean, I did learn something from that relationship. Three things, actually."

"Yeah?"

He waited until I looked at him again. This time he kept his ears upright and facing forward, though I could tell that it took effort. "I don't think being romantically involved with girls is right for me."

And he left it there, turning back to his notes and getting back to writing. Hell, I almost felt bad about having just pawed off to the thought of him not fifteen minutes ago. Part of me wanted to hug him, to offer him support, comfort, a simple it's alright... so, I reached out and rested my paw against his arm. He jerked upright a little, but then settled back down. His tail stirred behind him.

We didn't speak for the rest of the class period until it was time to go. Then, he stood up, gave me a little smile, "See ya, Daniel," and left. Even with that, it was odd: seeing him smile still made my heart flutter, just a tiny bit.

~ ~ ~

Just as expected, and just like with every other time, all of my problems of the day disappeared once William showed up after class. He already had a movie all planned out, had looked it up on Netflix earlier in the day to be sure it was available - and my mom wouldn't be getting home from work for another few hours, so we had that time to ourselves. Rather than lounge on the couch and bring it up on the big screen, after dropping our school things near my desk, we curled up in my bed with a laptop and snuggled close.

You tell me what that says about our relationship. One night we can both be a little miffed at each other for no real reason, we can be exchanging curt text messages, can head to bed without saying goodnight and love you, and then the next day when he shows up, tugs me into his arms, and I catch a whiff of his scent - and, God, all of that's forgotten. I think that's part of why we've been together since... halfway through high school, about. I just simply can't resist him, and seeing his muzzle stretch into a smile when I opened the door-

-and then feeling him pull me into a hug, paws starting at my lower back and then moving down around the base of my tail-

-and then having him press me against the wall, standing up on his toes to get a little bit of a height advantage over me while he first pressed his lips against my forehead, and then my nose, and then met my own, for his arms to come back up around my shoulders and tug me to him-

I think it's safe to say that he feels the same way about me.

Hell, it didn't even cross my mind to tell him about how things were going with Harley, or to bring up the wet dream and fantasy, which resilient guilt had made me half-decide to do once I saw him. Oh well, I figured. That would come when it did.

Both of us had a pretty good idea of what our little movie-watching thing today would turn out, especially once he'd started fiddling with his pants fly and working at getting his shirt off. "Too warm today to lie down in clothes," he explained, though the little twinkle in his brown eyes (as well as slight bulge in his underwear) told me his real reason. We got maybe twenty minutes into the movie before his scent got to me, and I turned and buried my muzzle in the soft fur of his neck.

It was the same scent that I'd been smelling on him for the past however-many years, the same scent that still sent a sweet shiver down my back and made me want to breathe deeper. Almost unconsciously, I grinded up against his leg, the stiffness in my own underwear growing; William let out a little chuckle, but didn't do anything otherwise. We both knew that I'd just work myself up if I kept on going like this, and something told me that's what he wanted.

His first real response came just as I slipped my fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers, and directly into the rough pubic fur surrounding the base of his shaft. Oh, many times before had he just held my muzzle down there, forcing me to breath his scent and feel the pulse of his cock on my tongue - not even sucking him off, just keeping him between my lips. He enjoyed making me squirm. But - his response this time came as a little bit of shifting, of him lifting up a little to allow me to tug his underwear down.

And, then, he lifted the laptop up as I started moving down underneath the covers, his natural scent overtaken in my nostrils by the warm spice of his musk. He, too, had hardened up a bit, as a result of my nuzzling and touching; I lifted his cock with a paw and ran my nose along the surface, some of the moisture of his musk and the heat of our closeness rubbing off against the surface of my nose. God, I've been - so worked up these past few days. Even before his paw settled on the back of my head, I'd closed my lips around the end of his length and started going down on him, tongue working and swirling around to keep him nice and slick.

Along the way, he paused the movie and moved the laptop off to the side, lifting that uncomfortable weight off my back. I moved into a better position between his legs while bobbing my muzzle on him, moving up and down along his length, each time pushing my nose a little deeper into his pubic fur and taking him a little deeper into the back of my throat. William hardly ever let me suck him off - almost every time I just wanted to blow him, at some point or another he'd be tugging up on my shoulders to get me to ride him, even if I'd told him I didn't really want to - so, it's a good thing that today I _wanted_something under my tail.

"Jeez..." the mutt breathed, watching me throw the covers back and get into position above him. When I glanced down, the clear outline and bulge of my own now hard cock stood out in the loose fabric of my underwear, a small area of wetness having gathered at the tip. Within another few seconds, that underwear lay against the other wall of the room. "What's gotten into you, hon? You haven't - pinned me down like this in at least three months..."

I didn't respond. Too busy adjusting my position on him, too busy holding his shoulders down against the bed while trying to find the right angle. A paw reached back behind me found his cock, dripping with my saliva, and brought him up, up underneath my tail and against me, and there I just dragged him around the rim of my tailhole to get some of that slickness on to me - and then started to press down onto him, keeping that paw halfway along his length.

Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, rump clenching around him and sinking deeper onto him... another shiver pulsed up my back, and I moved my paw away to push down at his shoulder again. It had been a while since we'd done this, and I could feel the evidence of that in the slight pain, the slight discomfort as he stretched me wider and sunk in deeper, but all of that came with a strong undertone of deep, resounding pleasure that made me want to continue. It didn't even occur to me to look down and start pawing myself off. The feeling of him pressing into me was enough to make me gasp, and moan, and shudder, especially when my rump pressed firmly down against his hips, and I felt the heat of his body underneath me.

"Should I just... lie back and let you do the work?"

Again, though, I didn't respond. I remained down on him for a few seconds longer and then started to pull myself up, though only a short distance before pressing down onto him yet again; and with this I started riding him in a rhythm, coming up a short way further, pushing back down, coming up again, pressing down again, each time moving my hips forward or back to make it easier. William looked as if he had something else to say to me, but just as he started to say it, his voice failed him and instead turned into a deep growl of a moan. So I must have been doing something right.

Once I'd started steadily pistoning my rump on him, I leaned down, pressed my forehead to his, let out breath after shuddering breath through his twitching whiskers - and he again pressed his lips to mine, one paw settling on my thigh and hips lifting up into me. As if I didn't already have enough of a problem breathing.

But, I wasn't complaining.

I don't know when it started, but somewhere along the way, the bed started squeaking and creaking with my movements, each time I pushed down onto him and tugged myself back up. Back arched, paws sprawled across his shoulders, tail raised, lower body churning forward and back, forward and back in my riding; William thrusted up into me against my rhythm, the slapping of his hips audible over my gasps and moans. If I opened my eyes, I could see the familiar expression on his muzzle, and knew that it meant he was going to cum soon.

So, I moved one of my paws to his shoulder to squeeze and start rubbing at my own length, and found a considerable amount of pre dripping down from the tip and along the underside, enough that it almost felt like I'd licked the palm of my paw after a few seconds of stroking. God - riding him this fast, this hard had already gotten me close...

But, then, right as I could feel the bright pleasure of the approaching orgasm begin, William's paw batted mine away and squeezed at the base of my length, cutting off my pleasure. I had to swallow back a noise of disappointment, though his continued thrusting into me turned that noise into another moan.

"Mm-mm," he teased, voice tense. He had to pause to catch a breath every now and then. "You don't - get to - yet. Not 'til - ah- ah-"

And he lifted roughly up into me, making me suck in a gasp and throb in his paw, probably spurting out another bit of pre over his paw. I could feel him emptying his load into me, spurt after spurt deep under my tail; maybe he'd been holding himself off for a while, for this afternoon in particular. Already I could tell that I'd be able to feel this for at least the rest of the night.

"-later..." and he kept his paw squeezed around my length, preventing me from humping forward and always batting at my paw if I tried to move my other one down. At first, it started as something playful, but then I quickly became impatient with it - but, still, he grinned his bright smile up at me. I finally stopped, and then he finally released me... but, by then, I'd lost all drive to go on, and just tugged up off of him and crawled back under the covers.

He didn't stay for long, though. He rolled onto his side, hugged me to him - again I buried my muzzle in his scent, and a good amount of my displeasure faded - and then planted a kiss in the fur of my forehead, and got up.

At first, I thought he was going to up and leave. But, no: he got over me, pushed me back down to the bed, as I'd sat up to watch him, and then moved both of his paws down between my legs. I'd totally gone soft by now, still with the slickness of pre dripping into the fur of my lower belly, but it didn't take him to long to wake that part of me back up - and within another few minutes, I was bucking upwards into his paws, sucking in a gasp, and then shooting my own cum out over my belly and chest, force amplified by the denial earlier. Which, suddenly, didn't seem so bad, despite it being a less-than-stellar orgasm. Afterwards, though, with a little smile on his face, he _did_slip off of the bed and went over to his pants and shirt.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked after a moment, watching him. Back to me, his tail flicked around behind him while he tugged his pants up his legs. Now, I could go either way in bed, but he hardly ever let me top. It was a rare pleasure - and, even with that, I'd never pounded him like he has me. But, again, not that I'm complaining. Not really. I guess.

"Gotta go pick up my cousins from school. Totally forgot - I'm sorry, hon."

"What about our movie?"

"We can finish watching it some other time. Okay? Sound good?" He leaned in toward the bed. Still the only scents hovering around the warm air of the room were of him, myself, his musk, and sex. Altogether, not a bad combination. "C'mon, Danny. Gimme a kiss."

I leaned in for another - and then had all the rest of my disappointment pulled out of me, as he pressed his lips to mine, held me there for a moment, and then let me go, a small flick of his tongue underneath my upper lip bringing back a little bit of the sweet tension between my legs I'd felt just a moment ago.

"Love you, hon. Thanks for having me over." He smiled back at me, and picked up his things from my desk. "Sorry I couldn't stay for longer. I'll see about coming over this weekend, okay?"

Though sleeping in the same bed with him almost always resulted in me waking up sore all over the next morning, it brought a sweet pleasure that couldn't be found anywhere else - and which left an odd emptiness in your heart if you go for too long without it. As mad as he makes me sometimes, as impatient and displeased as he does, I still need him in my life. When I smiled, I only kind of had to force it. "Love you too. I'd like that."

And he disappeared down the hallway, leaving my sticky and drippy on two sides and feeling an odd combination of deep satisfaction and a want for more. As we'd been undressing, I'd tossed my phone onto the nightstand; so, now that I had a moment, I reached over and grabbed it to see if I'd missed anything.

1 unread message from Harley.

Oh, Jesus. My heart dropped as I remember how today had gone. Dumbass me, pressing too far - I'd just wanted to get to know the guy a little better. I hesitated in opening the message, thumb stopped on the 'unlock' key on the screen for a moment... before I took it off and then accidentally pressed it back down, which the phone took as a request to open. The message blew up across the screen:

Hey, you :) How's it goin? Rest of your day went ok?

Just like when William had lifted the laptop off my back but kept his paw on my head, I felt a weight lifted from me, though some part of it still remained. I could almost see his little half-smile.