Leaving The Past {part 2}
#3 of Time Will Tell
Alright, tired and if I read through this one more time and edit one more thing I'll probably go insane...The flow seems off and I'm not sure why...Anyway some mild M/M which is leading up to a big bang (no pun intended...well maybe a little)
"Sure you want to sit around and do nothing?" I asked from where I laid, looking over at Van.
"It's fine," he assured me for like the tenth time, "didn't need anything from town. Besides, someone should keep you company right?" He was smiling over at me, acting like he really didn‘t care about being stuck doing nothing.
I was having trouble believing it, I know I wouldn't be laying here if it wasn't for the slight concussion. Friday's game didn't go well at all, and I got sacked twice. The first time wasn't anything big, however, the second time did some damage. I faced major vertigo issues when I tried to get up, which resulted in me just taking a seat on the field. It was probably comical to watch, but my parents freaked and took me to the doctor even though the dizzy spells had ended. From there I was told I had a slight concussion, and was to take the next few days easy. My mom forgot to tell Kim, so when they showed up she felt bad about canceling the day plans. She said she had to be around to monitor me since my dad was out working. I tried to argue that I was fine and she could go ahead and go...but I'm sure I don't need to tell you how that went. Van finally said he would keep an eye on me, using ‘it'll give us time to hang out and you three can have your girl time'.
"You won't be around for my first day huh?" he asked, sitting at the foot of the bed corner. He wasn't looking at me, more of the random junk I had in my room. My mother had warned him that my room was a mess, but seeing him now he didn't show any signs of caring about the dirty clothes thrown around...or things like the container of take out that had been sitting on my computer stand for God knows how long. I was mentally kicking myself for letting it get this bad now.
"Sorry," I muttered, laying down again instead of being propped up on my elbow. "Can't go back until the doctor gives the o.k. I go get my re-evaluation on Monday, so I might be there in the afternoon." I closed my eyes, feeling slightly exhausted suddenly. "I'm going to take a nap," and as if on cue I yawned. "Really why did you offer to stay? I'm feeling like shit that your stuck here with little to do."
"I said it's fine," he was looking over at me again still smiling.
"Well don't sit around being bored at my expense," I muttered and turned to my left side, now facing the wall. "Tv, computer, books, use whatever you have to." I was losing the battle to stay awake, eyes were already closed and I was trying to listen to see if he moved but that too seemed to fade away.
I was slow to wake, but felt amazing. I hadn't had just a random nap in years and I was definitely going to be taking them more often if waking up was like this. I stretched out and completely relaxed again, loving the feeling of not having to be in a rush to get up. Running my left paw over my chest fur, idly scratching, while my right was resting over my head still. I was slowly starting to take in my surroundings without opening my eyes...well surroundings being Van's position. He was still at the foot of the bed, but his back had to be resting against the wall because my foot paws were resting against his leg. I think that's what made this waking up thing easier, I didn't have to worry about where he was at and getting up to entertain him. My ears twitched at the sound of paper being moved, I assumed he was reading something. "I could get use to you being here," I said, voice still groggy from just waking up. Another page turning, but no response from him which brought a slight feeling of fear in my chest. I slowly opened my right eye, the light making me cringe a little. There he sat with an old fantasy novel I had read the year before, eyes focused purely on the book which I noticed he only had a fourth left before being done. I didn't think I was out that long...He also had headphones in, which I found odd since I didn't hear anything. My ears twitched, I was starting to worry of hearing loss from the concussion, but I had heard the pages he was turning.
I gave up on worrying about shit at the moment, rubbing my left paw against his thigh to get his attention. By now both my eyes were opened and watching him, and I would be lying if I said I didn't like what I saw or felt. He didn't respond to me right away, not until he turned the page again before turning his attention to me. I watched him take out the headphones, allowing them to rest around his neck. "Sleeping beauty awakes," he said, an embarrassed smile touching the corner of his mouth. I didn't think it was from the comment, more of him not noticing me get up. "Sorry, I got caught up in the book. Need something?"
I held my tongue with the ‘you' comment, shaking my head to give the start of the answer. "Just wanted to announce I was up."
Closing the book, he got off the bed and stretched as I had moments before. I could hear several pops come from his spine before he allowed himself to bend down. Upon standing back up he looked back over at me, "What would you like to do?"
"Bathroom," I simply stated after a pause, deciding that should be gotten out of the way first. I was slow at getting up, having my paws on the ground before slowly pushing myself off the bed, making sure I wasn't going to be hit by a dizzy spell. I left Van where he was, as I went to relieve myself. Yesterday I thought about what course of action I was going to take with Van. Just met the guy and I was infatuated with him, which I was starting to worry wasn't healthy.
"You're birthday is next Saturday," I heard him state from the other side of the door, as I brushed down some of my fur. I hadn't fully closed it, so poking my muzzle around it I saw him looking at the calendar near my desk. "How old will you be then?" he asked turning to look at me.
I looked back at the full length mirror, satisfied I walked out to stand near him. "Fifteen," I said with an excited grin. "Able to get my drivers permit finally."
"Oh you have a vehicle?" he sounded surprised.
"Well, not yet," I admitted, scratching the fur at the back of my neck. "Though I'll be working for my dad's restaurant as soon as the season is over. Speaking of which are you hungry?"
He shrugged, but as fate would have it his stomach growled at that exact moment, announcing his hunger. He smiled sheepishly, a blush creeping over his skin like the other night. "I suppose I could go for something."
I chuckled, taking up his hand and pulling him with me. He seemed to flinch at the initial contact but soon followed without saying anything. Down stairs in the kitchen I started to prepare gnocchi while Van sat at the bar watching. "So you can cook?" he asked, watching as I finished cutting the potatoes.
"My dad owns his own restaurant, and whenever he was making something new to try out he would have me help." I just placed the potatoes in the water to boil, then thought about how long this would actually take. Looking in the fridge I brought out a dish of spinach artichoke dip, popping it in the microwave to warm up. "This is going to be a bit so how about a snack?"
"I'm in no rush," he spoke with a smile, obviously interested that I knew what I was doing in a kitchen.
After placing the dip and corn chips in front of him we talked about school and what he was to expect. "Mostly everyone is nice to your face," I said, as I was beginning to ‘mash' the peeled slices. "A lot of two-faced people though."
"Should you really be doing this?" he asked, he was still smiling but sounded slightly concerned.
"Oh, I can go put on a shirt if..."
"Really?" interrupting me he sounded partially amused. "Were you really going on the idea that I cared that you were cooking without a shirt?"
Looking up as I finished, a confused look across my muzzle, "I figured you were worried about my fur getting..."
"You have a slight concussion and here you are making an elaborate meal. Some hairs in the food wasn't even in my mind."
"It's fine," opting to sound like him earlier, which he caught onto and rolled his eyes.
I was throwing the almost complete gnocchi back into boiling water, turning and getting out the stuff for the pesto I was going to make. I chopped and talked with Van while keeping an eye on the gnocchi. As soon as it was finished I set the big plate down in front of Van, just so he could try it. I watched as he took the first bite, and I realized how hopeful I was being that he liked it.
"This is really great," he mused after swallowing, which I just smiled to as I walked around the counter to join him. "Thinking about following in your dad's footsteps?"
"Possible," I spoke as I sat in the chair next to him, "I really haven't given much thought of the future."
"Halloween a big thing at your school?" was the next thing he asked after a bit of silence.
"Some dress up, costumes only though, no accessories that would be deemed dangerous. Why?"
"Always liked the holiday," he simply stated with a shrug. "Going to dress up?"
"I don't know, when I said I didn't give much thought about the future I wasn't kidding. I haven't even thought about my birthday, and Halloween is nine days after that." I chuckled as I watched him get up and grab the plates. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning up, you cooked so I can at least do something to help out."
"You don't have to."
"I know," the smile he gave with this made me feel warm inside. It also made the voice in my head screaming ‘Tell him' a little louder. I could be blunt, yet I had a fear of ruining something that just started.
‘Screw it,' I thought, clearing my throat as he turned back around to clean where I had cut up the pesto. His attention was on me, and I had the returning feeling of excitement and fear I've felt throughout the day. The whole butterflies in the stomach thing was a little unnerving, so I tried to take a deep breath without him noticing...it didn't happen but I tried. He looked as if he was going to ask if I was alright, concern on his face. "Van," I spoke, trying to sound confident and assured, "I like you...a lot." I paused, to try and read his face which had gone from concern to (unfortunately) blank. "I know we barely know each other, but I've connected more with you then I have people I've known most my life." Another pause, and still no reaction. Deep blue staring back into my green eyes gave away nothing, and I was usually good at reading people. "So I wanted to get that off my chest, and if...you know..." scratching the back of my neck I stumbled on, "you wanted to try and work on something...give ‘us' a try...". I stopped at that, he wasn't reacting and I felt like a complete idiot at the moment. The awkward silence permeated the room until I finally muttered about going to lay down. Back upstairs I flopped down on my bed. I was feeling tired again, but my mind was so busy berating myself about being stupid that I couldn‘t exactly comply with a nap.
I stirred from the edge of sleep when I heard him walk in, the sound of his footsteps were soft on the carpet of my room. I didn't know how long it had been, my sense of time for the day was completely destroyed at the moment. My eyes were closed but it still seemed to be fairly light out side, so it couldn't have been that long. "Kai?" he said as he kneeled down by the edge of my bed.
"Hmm?" the sound was all I wanted to make, I already made a fool of myself once...
"Could you look at me for a sec?" When I did turn my muzzle to look at him he seemed pensive, his eyes were trying to read me. "You were honest down there so it's only fair that I give it in return right?" He waited to see if I would say anything, but when it appeared I wasn't he continued. "I'm not really good with emotions." It was now him who paused, but I don't think he was looking for a reaction from me. "I understand what you were saying but," he shrugged and gave a nervous laugh. "I don't know..."
"What don't you know?" I grumbled, my eyes narrowing at him. I was moody at the moment, not use to this type of thing myself. Usually if I asked someone out it was with confidence, and I hadn't been turned down before. I did say my school was full of shallow people, and the ones I dated only strengthened that ideal.
"I've never been around people really. Well I should say I haven't been around people for extended periods of time. While I traveled I met tons of people, but none that I wanted to be around and get to know." I admit I was becoming slightly hopeful as he talked. "You're different. I just assumed it was because we're near the same age and had common interest that I liked you." Another pause, I assumed he was trying to gather his words. "I guess it comes down to me not knowing what you want."
I thought about what he was saying, getting how he hadn't ever been around people other then his family for long periods of time, but... "We've known each other two days, how am I different?"
His eyes stayed the same, yet a slight smile touched the one corner of his lips. "Everyone else I met, it was more of formality then actually getting to know them. Your presence is just different, I actually want to be around you and get to know you. I've just never been faced with this kind of situation before."
That might have been what I was looking for. I realized now that I just blind sided him with my little speech and he's never dealt with it before. He didn't know how to react on his own, besides what he's read or seen. "How do you feel right now?" I asked in a low tone.
"Anxious. I don't want you to be upset because I have no clue what I'm doing."
There was another long pause before he looked away and made to get up. I reached for him, my paw wrapping around the arm he had on the bed. "Come here," I said softly, as he allowed me to pull him onto the bed. Rolling onto my side I brought him against me, loving the feel of his body. I noticed how tense he was as I wrapped my arms around his chest. "Do you want to give this a try?" I asked softly, nuzzling the back of his neck.
"You could really do better," he muttered, but relaxed slightly. "I really don't know what to do."
I chuckled, him being innocent and new to this whole experience was going to make it interesting. "Whatever you want, we'll take this slow. I wasn't lying when I said I liked you a lot, so I want to take my time and build something out of this."
"You don't seem like the type to take things slow," he pointed out, which just got me laughing.
"I'll try for you," I said loosening my grip when he made the motion to turn. Facing me, his right hand moving it's way to my muzzle. Moving his fingers through my fur, until his hand rested near my ear. He moved forward slowly, until his lips lightly touched mine. My tail was wagging, gently patting against the mattress as I enjoyed the moment. It wasn't anything erotic but it was the start of a relationship I definitely wanted.
"You really need to start eating more," I grumbled as we sat down, only getting the attention of others at the table.
"The cafeteria food sucks," Van muttered, opening up the bottle of water he bought and taking a drink. He watched me take a bit of the mac n' cheese, cringing slightly. "Anyway, work tonight?" he asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, but only until nine," I said, taking another fork full of the mediocre food. "So if you want me to come over..."
He just grinned at me, rolling his eyes as he went back to looking over my pre-calc work. It's been two years since I met Van, the time seeming to just fly by. He took to school well, everyone being naturally drawn to him. A regular social butterfly, he brought together a mixed group of people easily. I know it doesn't seem likely but high school does have social cliques, and Van just seemed to be able to mix them together. We both had grown over the years, and what I was looking at now made me want to bring the subject of sex up all the time. He kept his black hair shaggy, a styled ruffled look like he just got up. Dark brows and lashes helped enhance the blue of his eyes. A strong jaw that still had some boyish charm to it. His body was muscular and fit, close to tapping the word perfection. He was the embodiment of masculinity I thought. He caught me staring at him, to which I blushed and focused on my food. I felt his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before the warmth left.
"So Van says your birthday is coming up," Jeff, a small cheetah, said from across the table. Jeff had been lusting after me for awhile, and I could see it in his eyes when I looked at him. I think the only reason Van let him sit near us was because he was amused by Jeff's constant attempts at seducing me. "Any plans for a party?"
"I doubt it," Vanessa mused next to him, "Kai doesn't do parties to often." Vanessa was an artic fox, mostly known for being the head of the science club. She was smart and funny, one of the few people I didn't mind hanging with. Though she was smart, she didn't flaunt it around like some.
"Probably not," I answered with a shrug, "just going to hang out with the family."
Van stayed quite, but I could see the formation of a grin in my peripheral. He probably had made plans with my parents, and while he could hide it was choosing not to...probably just to get a big reaction from me. I decided to let it go for the moment, I would bring it up when we were alone. The day seemed like it was going to be like any other until...
"So I'll see you at your place around nine thirty?" I asked, making sure I did have permission to come over. My claws gently running against his skin, our hands intertwined, as we made our way to leave the school.
"Yeah, that'll be fine," I heard him say, right before him and a passing bull bumped into each other. His hand grip loosened as he turned to who he bumped into, "Sorr..." was all he managed to get out before the sound of him getting hit touched my ears.
"Watch where you're going you fucking fa..." the bull's words halted, a strained gasp only to be heard.
Everything happened so quickly, and I turned to see Van having the physically larger bull held against the wall. His left hand squeezing what he could grip of the bull's neck, which was apparently enough to cut off his air. I didn't even know the guy, but his eyes were large with fear as he again tried to breath and push Van's hand away. Everyone in the hallway was silent, to shocked to do anything...or maybe it was fear that stopped them. The look in Van's eyes sent a chill up my spine, bringing forth the natural instinct to get away. I think I came to my senses when I saw the bull had started to cry, his silent pleas for him to stop made me move. "Van, let go." I tried to say it as calm as possible, but noticed there was a slight quiver in my voice.
Van's jaw clenched, but he did let go. The bull dropped to the ground, gasping for air as Van moved away from him. I saw his eyes narrow, then he quickly pushed past me and made for the doors to leave. People were now crowding around the area, because you know how teenagers are drawn to drama...I on the other hand was running after Van. I caught up to him as he walked down the steps of the school, grabbing his arm only to have him pull out of my grip. "Don't," he hissed out, which made my ears twitch at the harshness of his tone.
"I know..."
"No you don't," he practically yelled, turning suddenly which made me flinch. The two years I've known him I'd never seen him like this. He was angry, the gentle eyes I loved to look at were now cold. "I just need some time," he said, his anger subsiding some. I saw something else in his eyes, yet couldn't place what it was.
I watched as he walked off, body tense and I worried that he was considering walking home. Looking back at the school I let out a sigh, realizing how on edge I was. I decided to let it go at the moment, as he wanted to be left alone and I thought that was the best course of action.
"You okay?" my dad asked as he came into the office with a Stromboli. It was now eight and I was on break, taking the plate he handed me only to pick at it with the fork. "Van and you have your first fight?" he asked with a sly grin, which did get me to smile.
"Not exactly," my voice low as I leaned back in the chair to look at my father better. "All he did was accidentally bump into someone, which the guy then went and hit him. Long story short Van retaliated, and he probably would have really hurt the guy."
"Only bumped into him?" he asked, sitting down at the chair across from the desk. I wasn't sure how he wanted me to respond to him, my look questioning. "Well I mean, the course of action seems kind of extreme if Van only bumped into him."
"That's all that happened. Almost positive he had a problem with us being together."
"So it now turns into a more complicated thing," dad mused, looking at me with those same caring eyes I've known my whole life. "Van's very protective of you, and you should know that."
"I do."
"Well, it could have been you he hit. It just seemed the guy was looking for a reason, and the smallest one would work. Probably why Van overreacted."
I laughed now, because he always tried to give reason to things that upset me. It worked though, I felt slightly better with a different point of view. "I'm probably going to go see him after work, just so we can talk."
"Why don't you go now? Been a pretty slow night, I'm sure the two waitress out there can handle it."
"You sure?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, take him that Stromboli too." I heard this as I was throwing on my letterman jacket, moving back to give my dad a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow at ten," he said as I was heading out, to which I gave a wave.
His family, like always welcomed me in and asked how everything was with me. Kate looked slightly worried, but didn't say anything as I left the two to head upstairs. I don't knock any more, we became to informal for it...or at least I was told to stop after about the first month. His room was dark, the moon being the only means of light. As I reached for the light switch I felt his warm hand on my paw stopping me. "I want you to see something," he sounded exhausted, and I felt him pull me over to where his computer was. Taking a seat at the desk, I saw him hit a few keys on the laptop to bring it to life. I wasn't sure what this was about, but he seemed anxious over it. "This is some of my past," he spoke softly next to my ear, "you can decide what you want to do after see it." With that said he walked over to his bed, only to lay down on his back and stare blankly at the ceiling.
I hit the play button, picking up the nearby folder and opening it up as well. A lot of parts were blacked out, but they seemed to be mostly parts that gave away dates, locations, or very specific data. I read about the genetic modification theory, but got distracted by what was happening on the laptop.
"I...don't want to play this anymore," the young child on the screen said timidly. He was holding some type of sword, I assumed a katana by the shape.
"We don't stop until you stop me," the older man said, he was human and a lot bigger then the child. He had a sword as well, and my eyes widened as he swung it at the kid.
"Please," the kid said, almost sounding like he was in tears. "Stop." He attempted to block the blows, but was knocked back not being physically as strong as the older man.
My eyes narrowed, not liking how this was going. Though I knew it was going to happen it didn't help soften the scream the child produced as his shoulder was pierced. I emitted a low growl, just feeling outraged at what I was seeing and hearing...and knowing who that child was. "I told you, it doesn't stop unt..."
The man stopped, the uniform he was wearing was starting to become stained with blood. His neck had a large gash in it suddenly. The child was on the other side of the room in a fetal position, shaking as he watched the man slowly drop to the ground. Blood stained his mouth, dripping from his chin. Some time passed before a wolf entered the room, looking at the body first and then the boy. "I'm sorry..." the boy said, so soft I almost missed it.
"What did you do?" the wolf asked gentle, kneeling down so most of the boy's body was hidden from the camera.
"I made it stop..."
That first clip was the most emotion I saw from the boy, and the more clips that went by the less the boy reacted. Soon he didn't move or say anything unless told to, and killing seemed to come naturally. Anyone who provoked him, and he had permission to take action ended up dead.
I blinked a few times as the screen went black again, silence filling the room. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark, as I turned to look at where Van was still laying. I got up slowly, my paws softly shuffling across the soft carpet. I got on the bed, then climbed over Van. I held my body up on my hands and knees, just looking at the blank expression he had with his eyes closed. I snarled suddenly, quickly taking up his neck in my muzzle. Clenching my jaws enough so my sharp teeth drew blood, yet he didn't react. "Do it," he muttered.
I let go at that, which I now saw his eyes looking back at me in the pale moon light. "What was the point in showing me that?" I asked softly, running a claw over the marks on his neck. When he didn't answer I opted to continue with my own thoughts on the matter. "Trying to give me a reason to hate you?"
"You deserved to know the truth," Van said, keeping the tone soft like my own.
"Well I know it now," as I spoke I nuzzled his neck. I lightly licked his neck, feeling the shiver run through his body made me smile. "The past isn't going to change what I've seen these last few years babe, I really do love you." My right paw moved from his neck, softly running it over the cotton that covered his chest. The past really wasn't going to change how I felt about him, but we would have to talk about what I just saw in the near future...
"Kai," the way he breathed out my name made me want to take this further, but I hesitated.
Bringing my hand back up to rest beside his head, I pushed myself up so I could look him in the face once more. I know this may come as a complete shock, with my initial reaction to him and such, but we had stayed pg-13 at most for the two year relationship. I guess I just calmed down a lot when I knew I had what I wanted, and could wait for some of the more erotic parts until he was ready. The way he was getting into the kiss, I was taking it as he was ready for a little more...
The taste of him was addicting, our tongues lightly touched and teased one another. I was really trying to be patient, and was very happy when I felt his hands tugging at the jacket I still had on. Pulling away to remove that and my shirt I got to see the heated look that was in his eyes. That was another new thing I had yet to see from him, one I preferred over the other. "Turn the light on," I heard him say, his voice husky.
I had to move some to reach the small lamp on the stand next to the bed, and once it was turned on I had to let my eyes readjust to the light. Blinking a few times I moved back so I was straddling him once more, looking down only to see those heated eyes looking back at me. My tail was softly wagging between his legs, I was obviously happy and didn't need my tail to show it but it was still there. I grinned, leaning down to continue what we were doing only to have him pull me down for a much rougher, more desperate kiss. His left arm hooked around my neck while the other hand was exploring my upper body. I could feel his fingers dig through my fur and touching the skin underneath. I pulled away again, gratified with a moan as I did so. He was now slightly flushed, eyes starting to get clouded with lust. I smiled as he tried to reach for me, but I made my intentions known when I grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He sat up, head resting on my chest as he lifted his arms for me.
Soon it joined the pile that was building on his floor, and for the first time I got to see the body I've lusted after for so long. I would lie if I said I hadn't peaked, but this was the first time I got to see him fully. He had moved back to laying down, watching me look him over seeming worried that I wouldn't like what I saw...for being a genius he was stupid sometimes.
His upper body was lightly covered in black hair, nothing compared to my own fur...but enough for me to run my claws through...which I was doing. His breathing hitched, letting his eyes close as I leaned down and started kissing and sucking on his neck. His breathing became heavy, and I could hear the quick beat of his heart as I moved to his chest. His scent was addicting, as I slowly licked at his chest to get the taste of him as well. I loved how his muscles tensed at my touch, how he was trying to stay still but kept involuntarily squirming under me. I was so focused on what I was doing to his chest that it came as a delightful surprise when my left paw touched the tented pants. I looked back up to his face, making sure I could watch as I continued with the next part. Hand slipping below the waist, I was happy to feel he didn't have anything on underneath them. I was even happier when I finally touched the hard flesh, only to have him practically convulse beneath me. His hand went to grab mine, and unfortunately I had to stop what I was doing to take care of the 'problem'.
Taking up both his wrists, I pulled them so they were above his head. He resisted slightly, but allowed me to do it. Some fear was in his eyes, and it was understandable as it was his first time. "Trust me," I whispered into his ear before giving his lobe a gentle nip. I worked my way down again, amused that he was keeping his hands where I left them. My claws gently racked against his skin, getting me another groan from him. Reaching for the waist of his pants I started to pull, though he still hesitated some, he lifted his hips to allow me to pull them down. His cock slapped against his abs, no longer being restricted by the fabric as I removed them. I grinned, looking at his cock for the first time. I'm not going to lie, it wasn't some gigantic porn star dick...but they're fake and unrealistic. He was somewhere around eight inches with a very nice girth. Smooth and straight, he was cut with a nice flared bell shaped knob. His balls were also of a nice size, covered in a lighter peach fuzz and pulled close to his body from all the foreplay. I took hold of his cock, enjoying the feel of the hot flesh in my paw. The muscles in his arms tightened as I closed my paw around him, but he kept them over his head and his breathing increased. Giving it a few good jerks, I leaned down to taste it. Licking the pre-cum that was starting to form I got a gasp, his legs instinctively widening to give me more room to work. I couldn't help the chuckle, "Like that?"
"God yes," I heard him pant out.
‘Good,' I thought, giving the head another drawn out lick. I could tell he wasn't going to last long, his legs becoming restless as he tried to stop himself from thrusting. I was perfectly okay with that, loving the idea of pushing him past his limit. My paws tenderly massaged his waste as I finally took him into my maw. He groaned, this time unable to keep his hands where they were as I felt one touch the top of my head and run through my fur. Looking up I saw his other gripping the back of his neck, his face contorted as if trying to sort through what he was feeling. His jaw was clenched as he made another muffled groan as my tongue worked the underside of his shaft. I bobbed a few times before taking his tool the whole way into my muzzle. His musky scent invaded my nose as it pressed against his trimmed pubes, which only made me increase my efforts. Working him with my tongue he was soon thrusting, unable to contain himself any more. His hand tightened in my fur, his whole body suddenly tensing as he cried out my name. His taste was something else, as the first few shots hit my tongue. I couldn't get enough of it, and milked him for all he was worth. Reluctantly I let go of his softening cock, almost instantly missing the feel of it in my muzzle. I lapped the spent tool a few times before resting my head on his thigh, letting him enjoy the aftermath of the orgasm. Not worrying about my own because this time was all about him.
I felt his fingers playing with my ear after some time. Looking up to see him watching me with a lazy smile. Carefully crawling up until we were face to face, my body lightly resting on top of his as I initiated another kiss. It would be one you could describe as tender and loving verses the hot and passionate ones we had been doing moments before.
"You're amazing," I heard him mutter as we laid there. My arms were wrapped around his chest as his back was facing me, both of us on our sides...a typical position for us when we slept together. I had removed my pants, since he was naked and I rarely slept with clothes on. I was very content with the warm body next to me, and had started to drift to sleep.
"Only for you," I murmured against the top of his head. His scent right now I found delicious. Sweat and the pungent aroma of sex covered him. Surprisingly though, I wasn't aching to take him at the moment...again I think it was the fact that he was mine and I wasn't in a rush. While the initial need was around while I gave him head, it quickly faded as I became mind set that I wanted this just for him tonight. I wouldn't have been able to pull off the noble route with anyone else I'm sure.
"Are you sure you don't want me to return the favor?" he asked, sounding guilty over the fact he was the only one who came this evening.
"Van, I don't want to hear anything else from you unless it's ‘I love you' and ‘Good night'," I grumbled. I wanted him to feel relaxed, and get the idea that I was going to be around for him...That the past didn't mean anything to me, just as long as he didn't take actions like he once did.
Silence filled the room, and I thought that he might be falling asleep. "I love you," I heard him say softly, my ears perking at the words. I gave him a squeeze before I drifted off to sleep, knowing a smile was on my muzzle from those three simple words.
{This one feels rushed...maybe it's from having so much going on at once...not to sure. I just wanted to get more background in. Probably be one more 'past' chapter before I get back into the present. Hope everyone enjoyed.}