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My favorite phrase is "Fuck me."

For me, it really had no sexual connotation. It really didn't mean anything. It was an expletive, something you could say when there really wasn't anything else to be said. I'm really not as cynical as that phrase makes me out to be. I'm actually a pretty nice fella. My name is Devin, the middle of three brothers; my brothers had the typical character traits of wolves though: dominant, commanding and a little brash. They had jobs you would expect them to, my older brother, Seth, was a cop and my younger brother worked as a contractor. I work as a librarian in the city.

It's a gorgeous place. I immediately fell in love with the brick and steel façade. Being in the heart of the city, it was one of the oldest buildings, eventually revamped at the turn of the century and made into a brick monolith. The inside was one monstrous floor after another filled with gargantuan bookcases made out of heavy wood, with a ceiling a hundred feet high. There were levels upon levels of just bookcases with an old iron railing guarding the open atrium, every other floor being a study area with long wooden desks. About every month or so, new phrases were carved into these desks. Unfortunate, they are so beautiful.

It's usually me and 3 others working before the library closes. Tonight it was just me, the others had finished their work earlier and were already on their way home. I used this time to gather the stray books and put them back into their places. Occasionally, you will have a grad student poring over volumes, maybe the zealous professor preparing a lecture. Sometimes there were high school aged kids running around, preparing something or other. They were the most inconsiderate of the demographics. I assumed the person who was sitting at the table I am to clear off was a high schooler. I guessed about 20 books at a glance. I let out a heavy sigh and whispered, "Fuck me."

A smooth voice seemed to materialize out of nowhere "Well that wasn't nice of him."

I jumped a bit, veering around to meet the intruder face to face, met with the serene look of him. He was a lion who was standing about 3 feet away from me, messenger bag at his side and he resettled his glasses on the bridge of his muzzle. "I'm sorry if I startled you." He looked sincere.

"Oh.." my voice was a bit shaky "...that's fine. I just wasn't really expecting anybody to be around at this time."

He smiled and took a step forward, "Yeah, I was just finishing up some reading when I saw you moving towards the stack of books. Would you like some help with those?"

I turned to face the stack of books on the table and looked back at him, I noticed he was dressed in a faded pair of jeans and brown shoes, bits of his closely cropped mane came out of his shirt opened slightly at the top where he left it unbuttoned, the sleeves of his open jacket rolled up and his scarf loose around his neck. "It isn't any trouble, it happens more often then you think.."

He advanced closer "I insist. Think of it as repaying you for the good jump I gave you."

I turned and walked to the stack, eyeing the codes on the spines. "Well, luckily they're all from the same floor. Roundabouts the same area." I turned back towards him. He had moved closer. "Umm, let me go get the cart.." I squeezed between him and the table to get to the aisle where the cart was staying. I thought I heard a slightly satisfied chuckle from him as the side of my thigh brushed against him.

The cart had a squeaky wheel.

I found this out within the first 3 steps back towards the table. He was bent over reading some of the scrawled messages on the tabletop. I couldn't help but notice that maybe, he was bending over for me.

Quickly returning, I grabbed a stack of books and plopped them onto the cart. "By the way, my name is Devin."

He looked up, grabbing a stack and putting it next to mine. He looked into my eyes and smiled, "Eddy."

We finished piling the books onto the cart in relative silence and started wheeling the loaded cart to the elevator. Fortunately it was rather cramped, meaning I would be a little bit closer to my aid. I pushed the button for the seventh floor, the gentle buzzing and whirs starting as we started to climb higher and higher up.

I took the time to start to get to know this Eddy. "So, Eddy. What do you do? Other than read things, and sneak up behind librarians, that is."

I smiled as his arm brushed slightly against mine and he leaned against the back of the compartment "I'm actually a teacher. I work over at St. Ignatius, in the biology department."

Nodding, slightly impressed, I became a bit puzzled "What were you doing down there then? We don't have any bio books on the second floor."

"I was reading about architecture." He stated matter-of-factly. "My interests seem to go through phases, last year it was Surrealist art, and now it seems to be photography and architecture." I took notice that he gestured wildly with with his paws, kind of cute.

My ears perked up slightly. "Oh? And what were you looking for? Anything in particular."

"Turn of the century masonry. Right when they started building sky scrapers like this one. For some reason, they just seem so beautiful." He sounded wistful, overtaken by the power of his words.

Fuck me. This guy is playing me, he is too good to be true. "I see." My voice started to trail off as the elevator door opened and I pushed the cart with the squeaky wheel out into the aisle. "And, do they let you wear jeans to work at St. Ignatius?"

He stopped a moment and looked down at himself "Well, they don't really hassle me about what I wear. They're actually quite liberal with their faculty dress code, if that's what you mean. And it was a dissection day, I didn't want all those chemicals on my good clothes."

We slowly made our way to the first aisle, I pulled out the several books that belonged there. "Makes sense. Although back when I was studying I didn't have much of good or bad clothes so it really didn't make a difference to me."

He was following me along, not helping as much as he was keeping me company. "Studying?"

I put the last book up on the shelf, reaching high, my shirt pulling up a bit and undoubtedly exposing the fur on my tummy. "Yeah, I actually have a masters in Biology and a bachelors in literature and art."

I turned and faced him, working my way out. He looked taken aback "Why are you working in a library?"

"Oh, it's a beautiful place. I like it and the people are nice, and it's not very often you find a place that pays you to look after books. I'm not really happy working in biology, it took me a while to learn that, but eventually I came around." I pushed the cart three aisles up and loaded up another armful of books, working my way through the next stack.

I could hear him trudging behind me, he chuckled "I know what you mean. I was doing research my first two years out of school. Completely burned out after that. I figured I could be a pretty good teacher, been doing it for about three years now."

I nodded, finishing my armload of books and returning to the significantly lighter cart. "Yeah, I thought maybe I would do exactly what you're doing by now. But this came along, and I'm actually happy. Which is a great change." I grabbed another armload. There would only be three books left after this.

He hesitated slightly, contemplating something on his mind. "Say, when you've finished this. Do you want to go grab a coffee or something? I mean, if not, that's ok..."

I smiled and hoisted the stack higher up my hip, straining to get one of them up onto a high shelf. I figured I would leave him in suspense, so I mulled over his question until I was finished with this aisle and ready to move on.

He had stayed next to the cart this time, trying to look nonchalant but I could see the anticipation on his face. His eyes looked a little worried. He was leaning against a column, the railing next to him looking out over the rest of the library. I honestly felt like I could jump him then and there... "Sounds like a plan."

He smiled, looking relieved as I grabbed the last three books and hurriedly put them onto the shelf.

Shrugging to myself and making a noncommittal grunt I said "Leave the cart there, somebody will get it in the morning."

"No problemo.. shall we?" He gestured for me to lead on towards the elevator.

Having not gone anywhere, the doors opened immediately and we both stepped back into the compartment. He cleared his throat "Do you have to do anything before we leave?"

I shook my head slightly, "Only grab my jacket and bag and lock up on the way out. Piece of pie."

The next moments were relatively silent. Only his shuffling from side to side, and the occasional rustle from his clothes broke the silence. I started tapping my shoe to a silent rhythm.

The elevator dinged, the doors opened and we stepped out onto the ground floor, our footsteps coming down hard onto the white marble floor. I hurried behind the desk and grabbed my things, tossing my jacket on and throwing my bag over my shoulder, the light burden of books inside thumping against my thigh. He was standing close to the front door, waiting for me as I hurried towards him with my set of keys already out.

He opened the door for me and smiled, pausing in the atrium as I locked the first door and hurried out to grab the other door for me. Stepping out into the crisp fall night, I smiled at him and thanked him, locking that door as well. A breeze blew by, taking a torrent of leaves with it was we walked down the set of steps to the sidewalk below.

"It's a beautiful night.." he mused, tightening his scarf and rolling down his sleeves as our footsteps down those steps seemed to echo through the street.

I tucked away my keys into a pocket in my bag and let out a sigh. I could just barely see my own breath. These were my favorite kinds of nights. "It is. Do you know a place nearby?"

We rounded the corned and started towards the end of the block. "Of course. I know the area pretty well. I live about five blocks from here and it's all on my way to work."

"Near here? Whereat?"

"In Empire Arms, on Second." He pulled his bag open, pulling out a chiming cellphone. "Excuse me, do you mind?.."

"Do what you gotta do."

He smiled and put the phone up to his ear. "Hey. How's it going?" Whomever it was responded. "Actually, I'm on my way to Frank's to get a cup of coffee with a friend. Can I maybe catch up with you tomorrow? Great. Buh-bye."

He packed away his phone, probably embarrassed. I nudged him with my elbow, "Hot date?"

"Not nearly. Ex. Well, one of them."

"Ohh, sounds iffy."

Our footsteps fell in sync for a moment. "Nah, he's a great guy. It was a bit of a fling type thing."

I nodded. Our footsteps were in sync again, "I dig. How far is it to this ‘Frank's'?"

He thought a moment, "Another half block or so." his tone changed drastically from happy anxious to worried, "I'm not taking you too far from home am I?"

I shoved my hands into my pockets. "Oh no, no. It's all good. I have an idea of where I am."

We walked another block or two in the chill of the mid October air, making idle chit chat. I peered up at a street sign. It read Second. "Are you leading me to coffee.. or your apartment?"

"They happen to be on the same street. I'm down there." He pointed west. "And we're already here."

He pulled open a thick glass door to a small coffee shop. I stepped in and rubbed my hands on my pants, warming them slightly and took a quick look around. There were all of about six booths and four tables in the entire place. It smelled fantastic though. Nobody was here except the two of us and a single barista behind the counter.

I stepped aside, allowing Eddy to go ahead of me. We weren't in the library anymore, so I was in his domain. On his way up to the counter, he turned back at me "What would you like?"

Wanting to try the very basic to get a taste of how good it was. "Uh, just a cappuccino please."

He smiled and held up two fingers, "Two cappuccinos and one of the pumpkin muffins, please."

The cashier rang us up. Surprisingly, it came to just under twelve dollars. I leapt forward holding out five dollars, but he pushed his cash towards the cashier. "No, no. You're my guest. I insist."

I began wondering what more he will insist on... "If you say so. I feel awful for taking such expensive coffee from you though."

"Shush, guest." He chuckled and left a three dollar tip for the barista. Turning around, he ushered me towards a small table in the corner and took off his bag, setting it on the ground and took a seat.

I sat across from him, setting my own bag at my feet and looking around, getting a better handle of my surroundings. It didn't look like any Starbucks, that was for sure. They had hung black and white photographs on the walls instead of the same art every other store had. Some of the photos weren't bad at all.

My eyes seemed to linger over a particular photograph hung in the corner. I would say the building looked very familiar.

Eddy must have followed my gaze because he turned around in his seat and chuckled. "You know, that's one of mine."

I shook my head and got up, getting a closer look. "No shit.." there was a small signature in the corner, it read: "Eddy Richmon"

He smiled. "That's me."

I muttered softly "Well fuck me... What is the building?" I turned and took my seat again.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table and smiling. "The library. I thought that you would know that without asking."

The barista came over, carrying a small tray with two cappuccinos and a muffin. He placed a drink before each of us, and the muffin in the middle. I smiled, catching a waft of the drink. It smelled like nothing I've had before. "I thought I did recognize it."

Eddy picked up his drink, bringing it to his lips and blowing softly on it. "It's hot, but they're very good. I'm glad you picked this drink, it's their best in my opinion."

I nodded, "Mmmhm" Skeptically I put the rim of the cup to my lips and took a small sip, rolling the liquid around my mouth. He was right, it was pretty damn good. I took another, larger sip and set the cup down. "Wow, that actually took me by surprise."

He laughed and set his cup down, picking a bit of the muffin off. "I'm certainly glad. Try the muffin too, it's always quite good."

I did, he was right again. It was sweet, but the tiniest bit savory. It was astonishing how good it all was going.

Now it was time to get to know him, though. "So," I started, a little piece of muffin in my mouth "how old are you?"

He looked absolutely unphased by the sudden jump into the question, "Twenty-seven. And yourself?"

"Ohh, reciprocation. I am twenty-five."

"You've got a masters in biology, two bachelors and worked in research. Yet, you're only twenty-five."

Rather assured of myself, I nodded. "So you say you're a photographer, architecture enthusiast, and biology teacher all wrapped up in a nice little package?"

"Put so nicely. Yes, among other things. I'm not a one-trick pony."

"I know what you mean. Your mind is caught on one thing, and then it will do a complete one-eighty and you're off in some other direction." I was taking larger sips of the cooled cappuccino, he doing the same. "I bet I do something you don't though."

He laughed, "Other than work at a library?"

"Other.. than work at a library, yes." I was nodding.

Intrigued, he leaned forward. "And what would this be?"

"Musician." I crossed my arms.

"Musician?"

"Musician." I took a rather large bit of the muffin and started chewing it immodestly.

"What do you play?"

"Flute and I dabble in piano." I was chuckling.

"No shit." He completely undid his scarf now, setting it on the table next to the muffin.

"Yup, been playing flute for a little over 15 years now. And piano for just a couple."

"That certainly isn't anything I've done."

"I told you!"

We paused for another sip break.

He placed his fingertips on the edge of the table, drumming softly, "So, you said you studied literature?"

"I did. Double major as an undergrad in biology and literature at a little liberal arts school tucked away in the mountains. Pretty place. When I was there, I dabbled in photography. Very photogenic. You should go up there sometime in the fall, it's absolutely gorgeous."

He nodded, "I'd love to. Do you write? Or just read?"

"Both sometimes. It really depends on my mood. How about yourself?" I picked off a final bit of the muffin and ate it, washing it down with the dredges from the bottom of the cappuccino.

"Oh, me? I just read. Would you like to see what I'm reading now?"

I nodded "Sure." He reached down and pulled his bag into his lap, pulling from it a small pile of three short novels. Two of them were Fitzgerald. "You really do have a thing for early twentieth century now, huh? Architecture, Fitzgerald." I pulled my own bag up and took out the single volume in there, my paperback copy of ‘Native Son'

"You read Wright?" he tilted his head, looking down at the book.

"Love him. This is the second or third time I'm reading this one. I have a tendency to reread a lot. I don't own that many books."

"So I guess it's a good thing you slave away in a library, then?"

I smiled and nodded my head slowly, "A very good thing, yeah." I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, it was a few minutes after midnight. "Oh wow. I didn't realize how late it actually was.. shouldn't they be kicking us out or something?"

He shook his head, but started gathering his things, putting the books back into his bag. As he started standing, he spoke "Nah, don't see why they would. They know me well enough. And it's really only been a few minutes since they normally close. So it's all fine." He wrapped his scarf around his neck and tied it loosely. "So, not to be too blunt or anything. But did you want to maybe come up to my apartment?"

He was being very forward. Admittedly, I was liking it. A lot. "Don't you have school in the morning?"

He started rubbing the side of his thigh, "Well, I can always call in. Three years and not a single sick day, I think I deserve one."

I put my book away and stood up, slinging my bag onto my shoulder. "Three day weekend then! Congratulations."

He tilted his head slightly to the side "So, yes?"

I stepped passed him, grabbing his forearm and leading him out, "Yes."

Getting back out into the chilled wind, I wrapped an arm around his waist huddling close to him. It was the first time I was really pressed against him, he felt more solid than I was anticipating, a pleasant surprise, and he smelled faintly of coffee. I was back in control now. "Lead on."

We took off westward, walking quickly. In the block and a half between the coffee shop and his apartment, we didn't see any other, the city being oddly deserted. I pressed closer against his side, eagerly anticipating him. I could feel his heartbeat racing faster and faster the closer we got to the door of the building with the dark awning reading "Empire Arms Apts."

Relenting, I let go of him so he could fish out a key and unlock the door. We rushed into the warmth of the atrium looking up the flights of stairs. I turned towards him "How far up?"

He looked a little uneasy at this point, maybe the nerves were getting to him, his muzzle crinkled slightly. "Second landing of the third floor." We took off up the stairs, our feet making synchronized thumping. Climbing side by side, we took up the entire stairwell, neither of us anticipated anybody coming down.

Finally making it to the landing, he pulled out another key and slipped it into the lock. I was leaning against him, feeling his heart beat faster again. It felt that he wanted me as much as I had been wanting him.

The door opened and we both crept in, he flipped the switch on in the large studio apartment. "It's gorgeous..." I dropped my bag near the door as he turned to lock it and bolt it shut.

He let his bag drop to the ground near mine and took off his jacket and scarf, tossing them onto the table as he took a step towards me. Meekly standing there, I let him come to me, pressing his lips against mine. I sighed into him, pressing hard against him as my fingers began unbuttoning his shirt.

My lips parted, his tongue sliding into my mouth as I got his shirt open and my hands were now against his bared chest. Gently caressing it, I moved downward, pressing my fingertips into his firm abdomen. He moved down to the bottom of my shirt, rabbing hold of it and lifting it up some.

He broke the kiss, "Lift your arms."

I did so and he took my shirt off completely, tossing it on the pile with his jacket and scarf. I pressed against him once again; becoming bolder, I went to undo his pants. Popping the top button off, the other buttons came easily undone as I pulled the waist of his pants apart, reaching into the fly to rub the full bulge in his underwear.

Eddy gently bit my lip, sucking on it as he pushed my chest slightly. I took a couple steps back and quickly kicked off my shoes. Glancing behind me, I sat back onto the bed back against the brick wall of his apartment. Shirtless and bulging out of my pants, I felt no discomfort being around him.

He kicked his own shoes off and pushed his jeans down, letting them form puddle at his feet before stepping out of them towards me in just his bulging briefs. I stared into his eyes, they looked hungry, ravenous; I grew more and more excited. He advanced on me in a single smooth motion, and soon he was on top of me, pressing his lips against mine and forcing my body down onto the bed as he straddled me.

I grew more and more passionate, pressing back against him with more fervor as he started undoing my own pants. He pulled the fly of the pants open and reaching into the waistband of my underwear groped my naked cock. I moaned loudly into his mouth, grinding against the palm of his hand letting him know I was eager to have him.

I slipped my hands passed the waistband of his briefs, feeling his bare hips against my fingertips. I hooked my thumbs into his waistband and pulled down his underwear, letting him slide out of them.

All that could be heard was labored breathing, moans and the rustling of fabric.

I lifted my lower end off of the bed, letting him slide my pants and underwear down to my knees. Kicking them off, now we were both completely naked, I was sprawled out on his bed and he was on top of me looking down into my eyes. I pressed forward and kissed him again.

He slipped off of me and went to the side of the bed, pulling a condom and a small bottle of lube out of his nightstand and he came back, trying to tear open the small foil packet.

I sat up, taking the condom from him and tearing it open with my teeth pulled the condom out of the wrapper. "I want you to lie back on the bed." He did so, allowing me to straddle his legs just below his knees as I got a good look at him fully. The closely cropped mane made an amber path all the way down his chest and stomach to his crotch.

I placed the rolled condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it all the way down, fondling him or rubbing his thigh. I grabbed the small bottle of lube and put a generous bit onto him, stroking his shaft, eliciting a series of labored moans and sighs from him. He was every bit as anxious as I was, my own cock had started leaking a few beads of pre onto his leg slightly matting the fur there.

I recapped the bottle and dropped it onto the ground, moving further up his body until I was hovering above his erection. I braced myself on his stomach and he placed his hands on my thighs as I set myself down onto him, gritting my teeth as he penetrated me. It had been a while since I had had anybody as big as he was but I wanted him badly and I wasn't going to let a little pain get between me and him.

Pausing halfway down, I started to pant softly placing both hands onto his stomach. When I opened my eyes again I saw that he looked concerned, "I'm fine, it's ok." I bent forward and kissed him, speaking softly "It's been a while since I've had anybody as big as you."

He smiled and started stroking my thighs. I pulled up, slowly starting to ride him.

Coming down all the way, my cock would gently bounce against his stomach, a small bead of pre landing on him and the strand leading back to my cock. Every couple of thrusts, there would be a new bead of pre and a new strand from his stomach to the tip of my cock.

I started to pick up pace, taking him deeper and faster. My hips pressing forward as I took him. He laid his head back, his eyes closed and he was biting his lip. One hand let go of my thigh and grabbed hold of the sheets, balling them into his fist.

He moaned out loudly. I took hold of my own cock, stroking myself faster than I was riding him, hoping to bring myself to climax before him.

Moving my hand higher on his chest, I was stroking myself furiously. He gripped the sheets tighter, his teeth gritting as his head lolled back onto the bed and he gasped between moans, "I'm coming!"

Sitting down fully in his lap, I moved my hips back and forth, feeling his body tense beneath me. I could feel the condom filling and getting warmer inside of me. He had a big load, and I wasn't far.

Allowing him to finish, I stayed still on his lap stroking myself as he leaned up and placed both his hands on my sides. He pressed his muzzle against mine, and we rubbed cheeks.

He kissed me as he was getting softer inside of me. I felt myself getting closer and closer, letting out small moans. He whispered into my ear, "I want you to cum on me, now."

Panting, I buried my face into his shoulder and came hard against him, letting my cum spill against his stomach and slide into his crotch. He was kissing my shoulder, running both hands up and down the side of my body.

Stroking more and more slowly, I finished. I let go of myself and fell against him completely exhausted. He started to lightly nibble my shoulder and neck.

Breathing heavily, I kissed him up the side of his neck and finally on his lips. I rolled out of his lap and lay on my back in his bed, sweating in my powerful afterglow.

He got out of bed, my cum dripping down over his cock and balls and down his legs. Grabbing a towel, he wiped my mess off of him and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trashcan before turning the light off and coming back to the bed. Crawling in beside me, I rolled onto my side facing the large window out into the street.

He nuzzled the back of my neck and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.

I fell asleep facing the window, looking out into the sleeping city.

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