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"Dammit! Dammit!!"

"Just run faster!"

"You're not helping!"

A heavy rain poured over the city. The sky was overcast deep gray with clouds, the air curtained with a blurry veil of water, and the streets looked more like wide canals.

Two guys ran under this weather, unlucky enough to be caught outside at the time when it suddenly started.

Their clothes were thoroughly drenched, and water soaked into their furs. Their bare footpaws looked like dirty rags splashing against the puddles.

"We're almost there!"

"Finally!"

It had to be said, their trek hadn't been very short. From the edge of the city's centre, to the quieter suburbs. So, when they finally neared a place to take shelter, they speeded up with expectation, no longer caring if they sunk knee deep into the brown, flooded streets.

Soon enough, a familiar nice two-story house came into their view, the front yard a realistic reproduction of a swamp.

The two canines dashed toward the house, one of them literally jumping over the fence. Like marathoners reaching the finish line they arrived to the doorstep with a feeling of victory.

"Now, where did I leave my keys?"

"Heh?!"

"Just kidding!"

Turning the knob, they felt their hardships end. The pair quickly stepped inside, and then closed the door on the downpour's face behind them with satisfaction.

"Just. Our. Luck," grumbled Nike with irritation. He looked down at his clothes dripping small waterfalls, his footpaws literally painted brown with dirt. His face was already naturally like a perpetual frown, but now the grimace was more glaring.

He really disliked getting dirty.

"Come on. It was actually fun!" Rey commented. His longer fur hung at his head's sides, heavy with water, which gave him a dopey look.

Nike held himself from retorting to that.

The two stood there, dripping at the entrance, a puddle forming below them. Then Rey energetically shook his body, and big drops of water flew in all directions.

"Hey!" complained Nike, who pointlessly raised his arms to defend himself. "Stop! You'll stain the walls!"

"It's okay. I'll just fix it later."

The bull terrier wanted to argue to that, but he knew it was not his place to do so as this was indeed Rey's house.

He decided to ignore the matter and began to take off his jacket. More drenched it could not be, and now offered little protection. Once it came out he then tossed it behind him, where it landed with a wet thump. It was flooded enough already so he could do it without much guilt.

Rey, too, began to take off his wet clothes.

He pulled at his shirt, the soaked fabric behaving a bit difficult, and the cold air making the mutt shiver. As the piece came off, fur stuck out everywhere in odd angles.

Nike just gave the other dog a glance before he averted his eyes. Irritation could be appreciated on his frowned face while he shivered slightly. On both of his sides his arms were held slightly raised in an awkward manner as he didn't know where to put them.

"You aren't going to take you clothes off?" came the mutt's voice at one side.

"I'm fine."

"You should take off your shirt at least. You're shivering."

"I doubt that would make a difference," the bull terrier said stubbornly, his tail coming between his legs because of the cold. Nike was simply unwillingly to shed any more clothes in the other dog's receiver.

Noticing that his friend was grumpier than usual because of the cold, Rey decided it was better to quickly go for the towels. "I'll be right back!"

As the mutt strode into the house, the bull terrier glanced at him.

The brown dog's back was broad and strong, and he was carried by a pair of sturdy legs. A curved, currently rag-like tail came out from a ridiculous pair of boxers and wagged slowly from side to side. His fur was somewhat of a mess, giving him a bedraggled look, but even like this an admirable physique was obvious.

Soon, Rey was out of sight, leaving the bull terrier's gaze lingering on the air for a moment.

"... Stupid sexy mutt," Nike grumbled childishly as he turned his eyes away.

He shook his head and began to look around to distract himself, even though he'd already been here many times.

This house had originally belonged to one of Rey relatives. It was a nice house, fitting for a couple. Not too big, not too small. It had both a front yard and a backyard, and an ideal number of rooms. Nike thought of it as a book story house.

But for a couple with a few children, it had turned a bit tight, so they had decided to move.

Apparently, they were deciding what to do with it, when Rey had expressed his desire to come to the city from his birth town to study. Thus, they'd suggested lending him the place.

Rey family had, understandingly, been anxious about letting the sixteen-year old dog come to the city to live alone, but they'd acceded in the end. They trusted Rey to be good and responsible, something which Nike would dare to testify having known the mutt since their first year in high school.

And once they entered college, Rey had suddenly blurted out that he'd bought the house.

He'd said that he had worked out a deal with his uncle, and he could pay it slowly and without interests while receiving the property's title in advance.

Nike had been left astonished, but then Rey explained that his relatives worked with real state, among other things. They actually had a few houses scattered around for personal use, so even if they were to suddenly decide to gift him the house they apparently wouldn't mind it at all.

Nike had found all that stupidly convenient, but was nevertheless happy for the big guy.

So next time, he would surprise Rey with a place of his own. He wasn't too far from that.

"AAAAHH!" A scream, that sounded more cussing, abruptly rang over the loud sound of rain.

"What happened?" yelled Nike toward the inside of the house.

"I left the window open!"

The dog considered the statement for a bit, before he realized what it meant. "Ouch."

After that, it didn't take long before Rey came back.

The brown dog's fur no longer looked drenched, although it was now a lot more frizzed. With a robust arm he held up a towel, while with his other paw he held down another one tied around his waist.

"How is it?"

"Well, I guess I have an indoor pool now," Rey responded as he passed the towel to the soaked white dog.

Nike raised a trembling arm and grasped it. But in his hurry to pull in the towel his footpaw slipped with the puddle of water under him. Violently jerking forward, it was a pair of big paws that stopped his fall. However, his muzzle still dived into Rey's rich brown fur, which tickled his nose, he almost kissing the mutt's chest.

"Hey, careful there."

"Ouuuch!" Nike groaned with a more literal meaning as he stepped back and covered his muzzle with a paw. He rubbed gently his nose, this one stinging from the impact, his eyes closed shut and almost tearing; crashing such sensible part really hurt. He opened one eye and gave the brown dog's well-built chest a blaming glare. "You chest is too hard."

"... Well, thank you?"

Nike ignored the mutt with the goofy smile and quickly began scrub himself with the towel, starting with his head and continuing with his arms and torso. It was of limited use with his wet clothes still on, but at least now he wouldn't be dripping. Then, he considered it for a moment, before he used the towel on his dirty-brown footpaws, promising to wash it thoroughly later.

But even still, his fur remained a brown tint, and the bull terrier's brows couldn't help but come together even more in displeasure.

"You should go and take a bath first. Meanwhile, since I'm already like this, I'll go and take care of the mess in my room. You remember where the spare towels are, right?"

Nike didn't respond and instead creased his brows another fold.

While he would love to immediately take a shower and clean up, this was: first; the other dog's house, so it stood to reason that he should go first. And second; the mutt had longer fur, so it was most likely that he was colder than he was. Any way he saw, it was Rey who should go first.

However, he had no time to decide because the other dog spoke first.

"Just go and shower first. It would really be a pity if your fur got stained." Rey said that, and immediately after he turned around and began to walk away. "Don't hurry on my account. Take your time!"

As if I could, wanted to retort Nike, but the other dog was already gone. He also knew that when the mutt behaved like this it was useless for him to try and bargain. If he did that, it would only end up wasting time for both. Thus, accepting the offer, Nike stepped further into the house.

The only shower was on the second floor, so he went directly in that direction with hastened steps.

Up the stairs and down the corridor, the sound of the heavy rain drowned the atmosphere.

On the way he had to pass by Rey's room, which was with its door wide open, so he decided to take a look inside and see how it had fared.

Personally, Nike had always found Rey's bedroom to be really neat. The bed, drawers and closet had a sleek black theme that gave off a modern, stylish vibe; a nice furry carpet was laid on the floor next to the bed, with a desk, a bookshelf, and a small set of couches occupying the other side of the room. There was no TV.

Genuine good taste or not, he liked it. Nike had already planned to do something similar for himself when the time came.

However, currently, on the floor there was a huge pool of water. The bed sheets were damp to the naked eye. The carpet looked dry upside, being on the opposite side of the window and somewhat protected by the bed's frame. But that pool of water had completely surrounded, meaning that it was not as it looked. Some stuff was scattered over the floor and the dressers.

At least, it appeared that it'd been only one window which Rey had left open, so the side of the room with the bookshelf had been safe.

In Nike's opinion, the worst had been evaded.

But there was no sight of the mutt in the room so Rey had to be down, most likely getting the mop.

The bull terrier pulled his head out of the room and went further down the corridor. Quickly he arrived to the bathroom's door and he went in.

Of course, it was a nice, tidy bathroom. Light colors in blue tones with a subtle checkered theme.

A few times, Nike had thought it would be nice if he could simply move in with Rey. But that would be too imposing.

He quickly began to remove his wet clothes, shivering even harder as the cold air of the room went through his short fur and touched his skin. He then wrung them in the bathtub, before putting them on a pile at one corner.

He was about to go in when he remembered that he would need another towel. From the cabinet he took a clean one, and then he finally entered the shower.

It was a cold day, so Nike turned the water nicely hot.

A pleasurable sensation ran across his body as he stepped below the stream, which was enough to make him shudder to the tips of his ears. He rubbed the hot water deep into his fur to get rid of the cold that'd seeped in. It warmed his skin, and tickled his muscles. From his arms to down his chest, he continued lower and lower. When all his body finally felt comfortable he began to deal with the dirt on his footpaws.

He scrubbed and washed them thoroughly and meticulously, and even used a bit of preemptive soap.

Probably because his whole fur was pure, all white, the bull terrier was especially fuzzy about getting dirty. His white fur was something he was proud about, even if sometimes it could be cumbersome.

Getting rid of that brown tint was like having a weight lifted off him.

His priority settled, he then took more liquid soap and began to lather the rest of his body.

Nike was not as tall or broad as the mutt dog that was his best friend, but he was equally nicely shaped. It was the result of the big lug coaxing him into exercising together.

It'd been a pain, particularly at the beginning. But Nike couldn't deny that he liked the results.

Thunder boomed loudly in the room, as if ignoring the house's walls. The stormy weather didn't look like it would relent soon.

His short fur made activities like this a great deal easier for the bull terrier. His paws moved around with forceful and hastened movements as his intention was to finish the sooner. His stomach, his back, his legs, every part was quickly yet efficiently massaged clean. The force behind his pads actually felt nice on his sore muscles.

But then, when he was washing his sheath a tug of his paw pulled it back a little, and revealed a reddish, pointed tip.

The tip brushed against his arm, the fur irritating the sensible flesh, but not in a painful way.

Any other time, most other times, he would have ignored it.

But with his testes coincidentally squeezed between his fingers, the length of his forearm pressing against his sheath, all his movements paused as an image appeared in Nike's mind.

It was Rey's.

He remembered Rey, his almost naked figure, only covered with a towel.

That'd been a rather ambiguous scene. Had the mutt been wearing his boxers underneath? Nothing? Maybe something else?

His bulky physique, his bigger frame, all exposed to him.

It'd been better that he'd imagined. It'd made his heart pound.

The mutt might have looked like a scrub, but he was the sexiest scrub.

Thok, thok, thok, the door trembled.

With a start Nike snapped out of it.

He quickly turned toward the bathroom's door, though he really couldn't see anything through the shower's opaque screen.

"Hey, I brought you a change of clothes!" Rey's cheerful voice came from the other side, muffled by the house and the noise of the rain but still clear to his ears.

The mutt didn't wait for a response and the door began to open.

Nike looked down. He saw a rod, now bigger than just a red lipstick, sticking out of his sheath. It was turning pinker as it grew and bulged out, showing more and more crude veins. The bull terrier had to grit his teeth to stop a curse from coming out.

Rey entered the bathroom and walked toward the shower, his figure only a growing brown blur through the semi-transparent plastic.

"How are you doing?"

Nike pressed his arm a little closer to his body as he responded curtly. "Fine!"

All the familiar with the bull terrier's temperament, Rey couldn't take mind of the other's dog tone. He never had, so he spoke again with nonchalance. "Okay then. I brought you some dry clothes to change into. I'll leave them here."

"Okay, thank you."

"And it seems like the rain will continue for a while, so we should call your mother to let her know you'll be staying here while it lasts. Do you want me to give her the call, or are you going to do it later?"

"I'll do it myself later."

"Oh, and I actually did not bring a change of underwear, because I thought you wouldn't want to wear one of mine's. But if you think you want-"

"Out!"

"Okay, okay. I'll show myself out. But you're staying for dinner, right?"

The brown dog stood there, just three steps away from the shower, and it was like Nike could feel his unmoving stare through the screen.

"I will! Now out!" he hissed, a little unnerved.

"Great! I'll see you later then."

That's what Rey said, yet a moment passed and the mutt was still standing there on the same spot.

Nike had a mind to shoo him again, yet he did not.

He glared at that big brown blur with a stern frown. But inside him, his hearth began to drum, almost painfully, making him feel a slight oppression in his chest. The hot water now felt almost scalding.

Then the brown blur moved. It moved away, becoming smaller as Rey exited the bathroom; then disappeared as he closed the door, leaving only a light colored background.

"... Hahh..." Nike let out an unwitting sigh.

His body tilted to the side and he came to lean on the shower's wall. His head rested against the blue tiles.

Away from the spray of hot water his chest and shoulders quickly became a little cold, although not as bad as before. But this difference made a certain sensation of hotness stand out, and he glanced downwards.

His dick was pulsating and tickling, bathed under the steaming shower at full length.

The situation, Rey's sudden visit had not scared his growth away and it was like it had actually accelerated it. It throbbed uncomfortably, the meat rod too hard.

Nike clicked his tongue through clenched fangs, lips slightly pulled back in an angry scowl.

But no matter how one looked at that expression.

It only looked more like one which was of dejection.

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In the end, Nike came out of the bathroom feeling not that refreshed.

He felt like there was little energy left on him, and he was sure that he'd taken longer than intended in the shower, which only added to his weight.

But whatever. It would pass.

Once more, he reached the door to Rey's room and he again poked his head inside.

This time, the mutt was there, still on towel. He was wiping things dry with a cloth and returning them on top of the drawers. The rug was nowhere to be seen, the same with the pool of water, and the bed sheets. In overall, the place looked much better now, if now a little more bare.

Seeing this, Nike believed that his shower had taken so long that Rey had practically finished tidying the room by himself, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Hey," the bull terrier called somewhat weakly.

Rey's triangular ears twitched in an adorable way, and the brown dog turned around with a slightly surprised expression. "Oh, hey! Done already?!" he asked, his tone turning cheerful very quickly.

Nike suddenly found himself a tad dazzled, but still managed to respond. "Yeah... It also looks like you are done here."

"Yup! I'm almost done. It actually just looked a lot worse than it was."

"I see. Well... sorry I didn't help," the bull terrier averted his eyes.

"Naaah, it's okay. Like I said, it only looked bad. I'm just finishing up and then I'm going into the shower next. Why don't you go downstairs to wait?"

"... All right"

Rey's paws halted what they were doing, and he focused his attention on the white dog. "Are you all right?" he asked, his brown eyes filled with inquiry.

Nike realized that his somewhat blue mood was being read by the brown dog, and he shook his head to clear himself up. "I'm okay. I'm just a little tired, after we ran all the way to here. I think I'll be sleeping early tonight."

"You can't go back with the rain falling like this. You should better stay the night."

"Okay," the bull terrier said carelessly, but he didn't have the mind to take it back. "I'm going down to wait then. Do you want me to start something? Coffee... Hot chocolate?"

"You don't have to do anything," replied Rey, his expression showing concern. "You can just sit on the couch and watch some TV."

"No, it's okay. It's the least I can do after not helping here. Make you pick."

"Mmm, chocolate then."

"All right."

The bull terrier nodded, before turning away and readily head down. He was disinclined to further face the other dog for now.

He didn't wander around and directly went toward the kitchen.

Of course it was nice kitchen, with some wooden cabinets under the countertops, sleek gray appliances, and a fancy island, in a stylish layout. And if things were like he remembered, he should know his way around; which was mostly the case.

He took out a pot and poured some water inside, before putting it over the fire.

While it heated, he actually had to peruse the shelves a bit for the chocolate, the sugar and the cinnamon.

He found each one and took them to the countertop next the stove, in preparation for the following steps. Then he went for the milk.

While he did all this, Nike began to have the feeling that it'd been a long while since the last time he'd done something like this.

Back when they were in high school, he would somewhat often cook here to try to show off in front of the mutt.

Because it was a place practically only for the two of them, they had spent a lot of time here: doing homework, playing games, just hanging with each other... Honestly, they had acted like a pair of pups with a secret base.

But nowadays, he rarely came. And not for lack of invitations.

Even if Rey told him to come, he would often find an excuse or turn him down.

Why was that?

They still hung at college just fine, and went out together now and then. But it simply couldn't be compared to before.

Looking outside, the rain still fell generously.

The worst appeared to have passed though. But it was still unlikely that many would want to venture out, even with an umbrella.

He added the cinnamon and the sugar.

Nike had never been uncomfortable with his sexual preference.

He knew what he liked, and didn't care for trying to appear otherwise. Not that there was much of a difference compared to others though.

He was grumpy and moody, mean-faced, and fastidious, but being gay had nothing to do with that.

Yet, maybe because it was a topic that never had come out, never had mattered, he had never directly told Rey.

However, maybe that was only what he'd told himself.

Maybe he had actually been self-conscious, and had begun to avoid spending too much time with him because of it.

No. That was exactly the case. And he'd been aware of it more than he'd wanted to admit.

They were growing.

They were maturing; things were beginning to change. It was a bit odd to continue being together all the time.

They would now start to pursue their own goals, to build a life for themselves. They would from now on go to different places, and meet new people.

Maybe meet that significant someone.

He had to admit, he'd feared that time to come. How would he face Rey and introduce him that someone.

But it wasn't like he feared that Rey's response would be negative, or that their friendship would be impacted. The mutt had earned that much trust out of him.

Then, why?

Well, the answer seemed to be obvious now.

"Growing up sucks," the bull terrier finally released some gloominess with a sigh of reconciliation.

The spiced water boiled, and Nike added the milk.

Now that he thought about it, he would have to stand guard next to the stove so as to not let the mix overflow. He was going to be here for a while.

A sudden wolf-whistle made the white dog's ears stand straight up, and Nike turned around to find Rey coming in with a towel still on his head.

"Nice legs!" the mutt hollered with a grin.

Nike's expression was surprised at first, before turning into something between a deadpan and incredulous frown.

The change of clothes that Rey had left for him was a simple assemble of shorts and a tank top.

They fit him rather well. Meaning that they were probably something that the big dog owned from some time back, although Nike couldn't remember if he ever saw the mutt wearing them.

And how could one actually forget a set like this?

The short was bright green, the shirt traffic cone orange, really gaudy. Perfect for not being missed out from outer space, and he was sure no astronaut would miss such a huge carrot.

"It's cold," the bull terrier said dryly. Rather well aired too, since he was not wearing underwear.

Seeing the other dog up and complaining, Rey knew his friend was feeling better. "How is it coming along?"

"Just some time more."

"All right," Rey continued to wipe his head with the towel, his longer fur requiring more attention. Then he put on a thoughtful expression. "Ehmm... wait, I think I have some mini marshmallows around here."

As the other dog went about digging the shelves and cabinets, Nike observed him for a bit, before he returned to watch over the pot. A small, calm smile unexpectedly came to his maw.

The big lug just kept acting like always, letting him feel an odd reassurance.

That was right, Rey still didn't know anything, and would not until he decided to speak. So there was no need to be so tense.

He just needed to keep going as usual, and maybe enjoy the present normalcy while it lasted.

That the big lug was wearing now proper clothes helped too.

They were a pair of shorts too, though Rey was using a t-shirt instead, and the colors were normal and ordinary.

As expected, the horribly gaudy clothes he was wearing were a deliberate idea from the mutt.

...

Bastard.

It was a cuss of endearment of course.

"I found them!" exclaimed Rey triumphantly and he came back with a bag of little marshmallows on paw.

He set it on the counter, before going to another shelf and taking out a pair of large cups.

Nike immediately recognized them.

They were a pair of cups that they had bought together during the winter of their first year of high school.

Rey had said that he wanted a cup for coffee, and he'd tagged along to double as a guide since back then the mutt was still new to the city. Oddly enough, it was him who ended taking liking to a cup which was pair of a set of two. Discovering that, Rey had decided to pitch in and they'd bought them together.

Afterwards, it had just stayed at Rey's.

This too, such a nice memory. Yet, when was the last time he had seen it?

"Ah!" The gurgling from the pot ripped Nike apart from his musings, and he quickly took a cloth to take off the lid, allowing the bubbling beverage to settle back down.

"What do you want for dinner?" asked Rey from the side as he peeked into the pot.

"It's still early for that. You should go and watch TV or something. I'll watch over the pot."

"Okay then. Have you called your mother?"

"I'll get to it soon. Now shoo! It's your time to take it easy."

"Okay then. Call me if you get lonely!"

Nike glared at the brown dog's back for that.

Now in peace and quiet, if you did not count the conundrum of rain, the dog returned to stare at that pot.

But while his eyes wondered around in idleness, the cups at the side, once again, caught his attention.

He stared at them for a moment, before he stretched his arm and took the cup that was Rey's.

It was of a vibrant red color. It had the silly cartoon of a brown dog on it, although, maybe save for the color, the picture didn't resemble Rey at all.

Back then, he really thought that the mutt shouldn't have minded him. Many things else would have suited him more. Yet now, looking at it, and looking back at everything he knew of the brown dog, the cup really seemed to suit the big lug.

Bold, loud, silly, funny, charming, warm... and that was just the beginning, the white dog thought with a little smile.

Before he could notice it, Nike's nose bumped against the red cup.

He clumsily nuzzled it a bit, even though afterwards he felt dumb and embarrassed about it, making his usual frown turn worse.

A sizzling and sharp sound suddenly drilled the bull terrier ears, and Nike looked down to find that the milky water was spilling from the pot and unto the stove, tormenting the flames.

"Aah!"

Dammit, they already had enough disasters for a day. The bull terrier wanted a break!

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"Done."

Holding a cup full of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows in each paw, Nike walked into the living room.

Sitting on the couch, Rey tore his eyes from the TV and looked over his shoulder. "Did you have any problems?"

"None." The bull terrier reached the couch and the other dog scooted aside. Nike didn't refuse the invitation and sat down. "Here," he presented the red cup to the brown mutt.

"Thanks," said Rey. But instead of the red cup, he took the white one with little black pawprints.

Nike was seated at the right side of the couch, and he was holding the white cup with his left paw, so indeed that one was easiest within Rey's reach. But Nike was clearly presenting him the red one, so why had the mutt taken the other?

This white cup was the one Nike had taken a liking to.

Unsurprisingly, it was because of the color that he'd noticed it. And it was the little, simple black pawprints on one side which had made him like it. Nothing innovative or amazing about them, he had just liked it.

"That's my-"

"We are exchanging today," Rey cut in. He put on a cool expression and unabashedly took a sip. Only to quickly flinch at the scalding heat of the beverage.

Nike didn't have the mind to take note of the big lug's antics. He looked down at the cup in his paw. As far as he recalled it, they'd never switched. Not that this was much of an issue.

He observed the rich brown liquid surrounded by the red rim, little white marshmallows floating about, and the faint, hot steam rise and disappear.

"It doesn't have cooties or anything," chimed in the mutt jokingly.

Nike's brows furrowed in a sulking manner at being made fun of so childishly.

Unlike the brown dog, he softly blew on the hot drink, creating small ripples that send the little marshmallows swirling on the chocolate's surface. When he thought it was enough he took a sip.

How nice. Nike was really glad that they produced all-safe chocolate now.

...

Forget it. It was somewhat of an issue after all.

It was embarrassing.

Especially since the big lug was looking this way with an irritating grin.

Shifting away from the other dog's, Nike pulled his legs up onto the couch at the same time that he leaned back and used the hunky Rey as his backrest.

"Hey," exclaimed Rey. He was using that arm right now.

However, he didn't make any attempt to shrug off Nike, nor did he look annoyed at all. Contrarily, he adjusted his position so that it was more comfortable for both.

Nike felt a flutter in his stomach despite not showing any change outside.

While the tank top was not of a thick fabric, he was unable to feel Rey's longer fur through it.

But what he could feel, it was the firmness and shape of his arm. Softer than he'd imagined, but firm as expected, thick enough to support comfortably the crook of his back. It also transmitted to him a strange sense of contentment, and Nike realized that just being close to the brown was bringing him a foolish feeling of happiness.

"What are we watching?" asked the white dog while continuing to blow at his drink.

"The news."

"The news?"

"Yeah," affirmed Rey.

"Oh..." That didn't sound too appealing for the bull terrier, who instead preferred to keep watching the chocolate.

Well, this was good too.

The voices from the program drifted in the room, trying to compete with the sound of the rain, but it all was just a pleasant background tune for Nike.

His tail thumped leisurely against the couch along with his calm mood. First on the cushion, then it moved up to the other dog's thigh. It waved with a bit of force, almost a playful lash. One, two, three...

"Hey..."

A playful smile surfaced on the bull terrier muzzle, which mismatched his apparently angry brows.

He felt a playful flicker on the tip of his tail, obviously courtesy of the friend that was trying to get rid of his pestering, but that didn't dissuade him. Next, he guided his slender tail up, between the mutt's arm and torso, where he wriggled it like a dancing worm.

"You having fun?"

This only continued for a short while, before Rey grabbed at his tail and held it down.

Yet, Nike smile only widened.

How long has it been?

This question was one that Nike had asked himself too many times today.

Rey didn't spoke further. He just watched the news while holding down the bull terrier's tail.

This made Nike think a bit more.

If it was back then, the mutt would've already have tried to get back at him. Maybe yanking his tail, maybe tickling him breathless. But the Rey right now was calmer and quieter, leaving Nike with no idea of what the brown dog could be thinking.

This Rey was different.

He was more serene, despite having not lost any of his usual cheerfulness, and this made him come across as a very likable dog. He was more tactful, and while he had always been trustworthy and responsible, there was now a sort of a professional's charm to it now.

He was certainly more handsome. Resembling both a shepherd and a malamute, Nike had always thought that the mutt had great looks and physique.

What a cheater. Like this it was a foregone conclusion that he would end falling for him.

"Hey," Nike suddenly called with a soft voice.

"Mmh?"

"I'm sorry."

"Huh? What for?"

"For not coming more often."

"Oh... Did I perhaps say something? I mean, it is fine, right? We are often busy with our classes and out own things."

Was it really like that? Nike thought, not really convinced. At least in his case, it was probably only an excuse.

"Yes, but I still should came by more often. After all you..." He hesitated briefly, his face crunching up as he found the next words hard to say. "You are... my best... friend..." the bull terrier finally said, although in a begrudging manner.

Rey turned to look at the back of the white dog's head, honestly taken by surprise. This had to be the first time the bull terrier had said that to him.

Honestly speaking, the other dog was not one to often say nice things. And he could actually imagine the bull terrier's face frowning silly trying to bear his embarrassment.

"Well, what a coincidence! You are my best friend too!" Rey quipped merrily.

While Nike was happy to hear that, it was also annoying how cheery and easy-going the other dog said that.

He was trying to be serious here.

But, that was how it always has been. Both really different, but still getting along.

Embarrassed and ignorant of what do next, Nike returned to his chocolate and made as if he was ignoring the mutt. But his tail weakly wriggled within the other's grasp as it wagged.

Rey too didn't say any more, and a respite ensued.

"Hey, by the way, what do you want for dinner?"

"... Pancakes. But later." Nike wished to stay this close to the mutt as long as possible, since later he surely would not have the courage to do something similar.

"'Kay."

Another moment of quiet followed.

This was like the chocolate they were drinking. Warm, sweet, warding the outside's cold. Nike was enjoying it very much.

But, it was also limited.

Once he finished his drink he looked down to the empty cup, and a drifting thought came to him.

Should he take this chance to... ask about her?

But quickly, he shoot down the idea.

There was no need bring the subject now and disturb the atmosphere.

Furthermore, Nike felt that if he mentioned her, it would be like sharing this moment with her, and she had already gotten the best part.

That woman. Next time, she would be inviting lunch.

...

Actually no. His pride would never accept being treated by a girl friend.

"Do you want another cup?" Nike asked, turning his head to see if the other dog had also finished his chocolate. The white cup appeared empty, but only from where Nike was looking so he was not sure.

"Mmm, maybe later?" Rey responded.

Nike wanted to say the something similar, however, not only he did want another, but he couldn't really stay like this for too long for no good reason. He would start to feel awkward.

So making his decision he straightened and made a motion to get up.

Only to get stopped.

Well, more like he was stuck. His tail was still within the grasp of Rey's paw.

"Hey."

"What?"

"My tail."

"What about your tail?"

"You are still holding it."

"Oh, I didn't notice," the mutt said innocently, but made no show of letting go.

"Hey, let it go."

"Maybe if you ask nicely?"

"Please?"

The brown dog gave a winner smile and released Nike tail.

The bull terrier thought he would be able to get up now, "Gotcha!", when a strong pair of arms pulled him backwards.

"Hey!" Nike's fur stood on its ends as he fell back and then landed on the mutt lap. He struggled a bit, trying to free himself, but was firmly held back by the other dog. Looking back over his shoulder he gave the mutt a glare. "Watch it, would you?! I almost dropped the cup!"

"Sorry, sorry," apologized Rey amidst a small laugh.

Nike didn't believe it a bit. He planted his footpaws on the floor and heaved, but the big lug's arm was firmly secured around him, and even when he tried to yank it open it was useless. "Get off!"

"You are the one sitting on me."

Nike didn't like to wrestle back then, and did not like it now. "I'm gonna bite you!"

"Try if you can," said Rey with a bit of a playful growl.

It was during a particularly forceful pull that Nike felt something poke a rather sensitive part of his rear.

It was kind of round, but also hard. Right, it was like a small rod with a rounded end.

That shape, a very specific idea immediately came to the bull terrier. And it was like the spark that started the fire.

As they kept wrestling with each other, more assured he grew of what it was. Rey kept him down tightly, ensuring that their hips were a part that was always in contact, and each movement from the bull terrier only served to further guide it to nest between his cheeks and below his tail.

Of course, he could be wrong, he could be right, but it didn't actually matter. Disaster was poking out of its hiding place inside his own shorts.

Growing too conscious of it, Nike was now unable to calm down.

Quite the opposite. On every movement he could find that part of Rey and fully feel where it poked, something that was bringing him a feeling of thrill beneath all the panic. And against his will, he began to grown aroused.

"Wait... Wait. Time out."

"What? You give up?"

"Yeah. I give up, give up."

Feeling himself slowly slipping out of his sheath, Nike had already become flustered. Still, regardless of how panicked he might grow he couldn't really bring himself to struggle too violently, and he remained held down by Rey.

"Then, punishment!" Instead of letting go, the brown dog tightened his hug with no mercy, and seemed to want to tickle him.

"No, wait, seriously. Let me go!" said Nike with a bit of urgency.

Even if he didn't want to, his body was responding to the stimulation, and looking down, a tent in his rather loose shorts was becoming clear and obvious.

"Let me go!"

He tried to pry open Rey's arms with his free paw, but the mutt was only exerting even more force.

"Please!"

Those arms were circling him around his stomach, a place too close to his enlarging member in their current position. And just a little mishap, just a little coincidence...

"LET ME GO!"

Taken over by panic, Nike let out an enraged shout.

The atmosphere instantaneously froze.

Nike stopped struggling, and Rey arms relented.

However, the bull terrier didn't get up, nor did the mutt open his embrace; both remained unmoving, frozen senseless as well.

Nike's head was lowered, his sight falling on that tent, and he felt humiliated. Both of his paws, the one holding the cup, and the one grabbing at the other dog's arm, were trembling.

Dammit. Dammit. When things were finally looking for the better today.

Seconds trickled by, slowly and painfully dragging, and Nike flattened ears seemed to buzz with the loud sound of his beating heart.

Eventually, he felt the mutt shift his body.

But to the bull terrier's surprise, Rey leaned forward, closing the distance between them and he pushed his chest onto his back.

When a muzzle rested on the back of his neck a tremor ran through Nike's whole body, followed by a cold shiver. Then his body violently jerked forward when something wet and warm breached his fur and touched his skin. His spine arched, his eyes shut tight; his teeth clenched while his paws grasped at desperately, and his body trembled, the electrifying sensation invading his body.

Nike didn't move or speak, too confused and surprised to react.

His body leaned forward further by itself, trying to run away of Rey's tongue which was dragging over the base of his neck, where it connected to his right shoulder. Then he heard a high pitched click of glass colliding with glass.

Distracted as it was, Nike's brain still had the spare to register that it was the noise of a cup being placed on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Soon after, he now felt a big paw envelope his, their arms touching each other till their fur penetrated into each other's.

Cradling his paw, the mutt guided Nike's arm down and another sharp click made the bull terrier ears twitch. His eyes were still closed, but he could infer that now the red cup was on top of the glass.

Slowly, tenderly, fingers slipped between the white dog's and separated them, releasing their grip on the cup's handle. Then both paws began to intertwine, brown taking hold of white.

Another long lick ruffled the fur of his neck and made him shudder.

The brown dog slowly guided the trembling Nike back.

The white dog could only hear the sound the rain outside invading the house and making for the background music, unaware of when the TV could have been turned off.

Nike's mind simply didn't know what was happening; how could this be happening. But he no longer thought about it or cared. He just tried to follow the other dog's intentions, hoping that Rey would continue to take advantage of him. The back of his neck continued to be assaulted with licks and nibbles, making it hard to bear the ticklish pleasure.

Rey guided their intertwined paws, over Nike's thigh and up, reaching the edge of the bright orange shirt and going under the fabric, inside it.

The tips of both of their fingers dragged over the bull terrier's now sensitive stomach. Their claws scratched the skin delightfully, giving Nike goosebumps and great embarrassment. Not only was he caressing himself, but it was Rey who was directing him to do so.

Between his loins, his crotch itched almost painfully. A sensation that only seemed to increase as Rey's other paw caressed his thigh, slowly making its way up.

And under him, the mutt suddenly bucked his hips.

Rey's hard sheath pressed against his rear and the rounded, blunt end hit the root of the bull terrier's tail.

"Ah-!" before the sound could continue, Nike left paw flew to his muzzle and clamped it shut. That kind of embarrassing sounds, any kind of sounds, Nike was too stubborn and self-conscious to allow them.

But this didn't affect the mutt, who after that experimental trust began to slowly grind and rotate his hips into the white dog more deliberately.

Nike acutely felt his backside being massaged. The shorts that both of them were wearing weren't of a thick fabric to begin with, plus he had nothing else below.

It was like he could feel the hotness of Rey, and the iron hard member inside the sheath.

It rubbed against the tender flesh around his tailhole, teasing the ring and making it twitch.

He just hoped it continued.

It was when Rey's paw and his found his nipple and unabashedly tweaked it that he could no longer hold it.

His paws' grip tightened, one around the mutt's paw, the other over his maw. His body stiffened slightly from the powerful sensation of orgasm.

Rey caught on this and promptly sent his paw to the bull terrier's crotch. He took hold of the other's cock through the flimsy shorts, further stimulating him.

Inside his shorts, Nike pulsated with thick veins as copious shots of sticky semen were ejected. These clashed against the fabric, quickly forming a wet, dark spot which grew.

Very soon the insides of his shorts became a complete mess.

During all this, Rey held the slightly smaller dog closer and tighter, wanting to feel each shiver and spasm; his heart beated loudly inside his chest, so much anticipation finally coming to fruition.

Eventually, the white dog's trembles began to subside.

Rey, though, didn't ease his embrace in the slightest, burying his muzzle in the crock of Nike's neck. He felt great contentment being this close, able to inhale this scent wantonly.

However, there was also a bit if tension inside him.

He knew Nike pretty well, probable the best. And he knew that while the bull terrier could often get dragged in the moment, it was hard to predict what his reaction would be afterwards.

He was still rather confident though, in coming out in one piece.

On the mutt's lap, Nike took a big gulp of spit which had accumulated in his maw, but didn't dare yet to low his paw.

As both the euphoria and his emotions settled down, the actual reality of what happened dawned on him.

Quite honestly, the bull terrier couldn't really fathom why the mutt would do something like this, or what his purpose was. He was rather disoriented, and was even deliberately avoiding coming to any conclusion.

The only thing he could concentrate in was the dog behind him affectionately nuzzling his neck and back.

A moment passed, and curious Nike turned his head a little, enough to take a small peek. However, apparently even this had been enough for the mutt to notice him, because what he caught was the sight of the brown dog's visage, staring at him with a silly smile.

Rey, then, leaned forward, and nuzzled Nike's cheek in an enamored manner.

Not only did the bull terrier not look angry or reproachful, but his expression was actually bashful and somewhat nervous, and Rey found it simply loveable. He was now completely at ease.

Like that, some quiet time passed.

"H-Hey..."

"Mmh?"

Nike was still not sure of what to make out of the current situation, and the curiosity and some expectations compelled him to ask. However, he couldn't think of what to ask exactly.

"What is it?" Rey bumped again against the white dog's cheek again.

Nike did his best to try and organize the right question, but in the end he spoke the first thing that came to his mind.

"Why...? Why did you..."

"Why what?" tried to help Rey.

However, Nike simply couldn't find the right words. His forehead wrinkled with his hard thinking, and his muzzle distorted with a frustration that pained his heart.

Rey couldn't bear it and with a paw he held the bull terrier's chin, shifting the other's attention fully on him. "Why did I do this?" he probed.

After thinking it a bit Nike nodded, and the other dog promptly continued.

"Because I love you," the mutt said with a carefree, but caring tone.

"... Oh..." was the bull terrier's sole response.

Hearing such an answer from the brown dog, Nike feelings were... complex. A feeling of it being too good to be true pervaded.

When he saw Nike's eyes divert from his direction, a shadow of forlornness on that always frowned expression of his, Rey knew that his feelings had not come across the dense bull terrier.

He grasped the white dog's chin a bit more strongly and forced the bull terrier to focus on him again.

"I love you," he repeated.

"... Yeah... You already sai-"

"I love you," he cut in. He moved his paw up and cradled the other dog's face, and rubbed Nike's cheek with his thumb. "I love you."

Then, the pad of his finger felt the small dampness under the bull terrier's eye.

He closed in his face, and with his tongue he swept the eye that was fixedly staring at him, tasting a bit of saltiness.

He held the white dog tighter, he brought their faces together, he rocked them a bit as his tail contently wagged behind him.

"I love you."

Then, only the rain was heard, falling outside.

A little while passed, both of them easing into each other, their hearts coming to a rhythmic, calm beating.

Invaded by a contented feeling, Rey then began to give the bull terrier small licks.

Nike just let the mutt be, allowing his face to be groomed, even though normally he would dislike such thing from anyone.

But those licks continued to be repeated without ceasing, and even grew in intensity, until half of his face was completely wet once more. But unlike water, the notion that it was spit soon began to give the bull terrier the chills, and he had to put a stop to it.

"Okay, stop it," he said somewhat weakly, as he pushed back the mutt's face with a paw.

Rey relented, but only for a short distance, and his brown eyes shone with laughter.

The next thing Nike felt was the palm of his paw being slobbered with a slurping sound.

It was not a shy lick. It was wet and carrying a lot of drool, making the fur on his arm stand on ends, and he hastily drew back his paw. Looking down, Rey tongue was still sticking out mischievously.

Aggravated, Nike retaliated by pushing his paw on the brown mutt's face to share the present.

Rey laughed heartily.

The fur between his brows became slick as the other rubbed his paw over his face, but he made nothing to stop it as he didn't care at all. This was already a long running thing between the two.

It lasted only for a moment, after which he still could not open his eyes since Nike had yet to remove his paw. He did not mind, knowing that his friend might still need some privacy to further collect himself.

However, he was surprised when, after a bit, something soft bumped against his nose.

Another nose.

His wonderment still did not end when his lips were gingerly licked, and the brown dog involuntarily smiled. Rey parted his lips, and licked back.

Both tongues lapped at each other, one tenderly, one carefully.

The other pressed further in, which Rey welcomed greatly, and their lips connected in a kiss.

It was tender, paced, a bit clumsy, and a little shy; it was sweet, and it made him crave.

The kiss only lasted for a moment, after which the other muzzle pulled away, but Rey could no longer be pacified with only this.

Still in the dark, he could only lean forward and probe the air in hopes of conveying his wish.

It took a moment, but he was not disappointed. This time Rey was more assertive. Pushing forward, using his paws to bring the two closer, he invaded the other's maw at the first opening. Wrestling for passage, he outlined the fangs and tasted the gums; a flavor to sweet chocolate still lingered. A soft whimper reached his ears and inflamed his passion. Then he was pushed back.

It would be a lie if Rey said he was not disappointed, but he held himself back for now.

Shortly after, the bull terrier retired his paw and he could see again. He found the white dog already turned, facing the other way.

"... I think... I need to go to the bathroom," Nike suddenly called

Rey couldn't hold back a snicker, as he planned to be fully un-cooperative. "Nope!" he clung to the bull terrier even more.

"Let go! I... I need to change my clothes... again!"

"You clothes? ... Oh."

The bull terrier growled embarrassed. "So let go! I have to clean myself."

"Then, I think I can help with that!"

Thinking of something, Rey moved the white dog from his lap and onto the couch.

He was no power-lifter, but this much was no problem. He positioned the bull terrier at the end of the couch, and next, he reached out for the legs and brought them up.

Nike gave an exclamation of surprise, and slow to react he found himself with his back against the armrest and the brown dog down his rear.

The mutt's paws reached out for the waistband of his shorts, then pulled up. These slid down his butt and then went up his legs. "AH!" Nike finally reacted, his ears standing to alert, and he grabbed at his shorts to stop them from being peeled off further. "What are you doing?!"

"Helping you clean yourself."

What kind of help was this? "No- No need! Let go!"

But Rey was not going to back down now.

He managed to pull the shorts up to the middle of the bull terrier's thighs before the resistance was too much for the safety of the shorts, and the brown dog didn't want to ruin the clothes that he'd especially bought for Nike. So he'd have to work around it.

Looking down, he could see the white dog's balls hanging, of a pale pink color, very cute. These orbs were currently covered by spread goo. The semen from Nike's previous release had evidently made a sticky mess out of the white terrier's crotch.

Rey held the legs in place and lowered himself until his muzzle came to an inch of the pink balls.

This was a place that he'd long wanted to wantonly explore. But right now he needed more to get the bull terrier hot and bothered, so that would be for the next time.

Not wasting any more time, he stuck out his tongue and gave them a generous lap.

He tasted: the salty, spicy flavor of the other dog's seed; the strong musk of a male; the unique smell of Nike, and a slightly fleshly taste, which made him want to chew on it. Rey didn't hold anything back, and devoured it all.

"Ah!" The sensation of another's warm tongue lapping at his balls was something new to Nike, making him gasp. But he was still not lost in the heat of the moment, "No, wait. Wait." A tingling feeling surged from within his balls, excitement that was growing in his lower part. "Wait."

From his position, he was able to see it all.

The brown mutt eagerly licked his crotch, starting from his balls, and teasing his inner thighs on the side. Rey poked his head between his legs and under the bridge of green shorts to reach for his sheath; he was completely licking clean the entire gunk.

And of course, he could already see his cock sticking out, standing out the loudest in its bright reddish color scheme.

Such sight, it made him feel bashful, his ears' insides burning.

But who was he kidding? It was hot as fuck.

"Dammit!" Unable to bear it any longer, he let go of his shorts, and instead used his arms to cover his eyes.

This reaction actually worried Rey, who thought that maybe he might have gone too far.

"You okay?"

Okay? Nike certainly didn't know if he was "okay", but he was clear of mind and knew exactly what he wanted. "Just do whatever you want! But don't you dare to stop!" the white terrier barked.

If the brown dog hadn't been fully aroused before, now Rey was completely out of his sheath and he licked his lips in anticipation.

He didn't even stop to consider an answer. He grabbed the shorts again and carefully took them off completely, leaving the white dog wearing only a highly contrasting orange shirt.

Having the bull terrier like this was a fantasy come true, enough to make Rey leak pre like a broken faucet. He quickly returned to work, lapping every trace of semen off Nike's sheath. He could feel the dog below tremble from time to time.

He followed the shape of the protective appendage with his tongue, and teased just below the opening.

Lastly, having saved the best for last, he rested his muzzle on the base of the bull terrier's cock, where the knot was forming.

A breath got caught in Nike's throat when he felt the first lick, the sensation very different and more powerful. Because he couldn't see he was more focused on his other senses.

It was a tingling and ticklish sensation like being electrified; he fought hard to not squirm.

The following licks were not as surprising, but not less stimulating. Nike could imagine the big mutt dragging his broad tongue along his length, his handsome face making quite the lustful expression. It was good that he was not as over-stimulated as before, otherwise he would have blown his load right there.

After a bit he grew curious, and the bull terrier lifted an arm to allow himself a peek.

Reality was even better.

Rey greedily tasted that rod of meat, covering it with his spit. When the tip produced a particularly large drop of pre, the brown dog licked it like enjoying a treat. It was enthralling.

He probably noticed his stare, because the mutt looked his way and they locked stares.

Nike didn't evade his eyes this time, and Rey grinned wickedly. He then gave a slow, long lick, from the base to the tip, while giving a sultry gaze. Nike gulped with an audible sound, making the mutt feel quite pleased with himself. He gave the tip a farewell lick, after which he extended an arm forward.

Rey didn't immediately crawl up toward Nike.

He trailed over the white dog's torso, nuzzling his abdomen and nipping the short fur with his teeth. He licked the cleft between the pectorals and kissed his most vulnerable throat. Nike clenched his paws, to hold himself back from fiercely embracing the other dog and pushing this one against his body.

Rey came to a stop above him, his strong arms supporting him against the armrest and trapping the bull terrier below him. Their muzzles were less than an inch apart from each other.

Covered by that shadow, the white dog involuntarily shivered.

Rey licked the other's lips, and these quickly parted, indulging him in a deep kiss.

Unable to resist it any longer, Nike put his arms around the brown dog and pulled him closer.

Just a bit though. But Rey took care of the rest of the distance and carefully laid his body on top of the other dog. They were chest to chest, belly to belly, crotch to crotch, their legs interwoven; their bodies began to grind against each other.

That was when Nike realized something unsatisfactory.

But he quickly knew what had to be done. With only the slightest hesitation, he wormed a paw between them, and went straight to where their sheaths meet.

He then grasped at the waistband of Rey's still worn shorts.

He gave them a pull, but found great resistance. They were buttoned shorts.

It was at that moment that Rey abruptly broke the kiss.

He straightened, his broad and tall figure looming over the leaner white dog.

The brown dog took off his shirt in a hurried movement. Then he stared down at Nike, who looked back with a heated expression, tongue hanging at the side. Rey reached down and undid the button of his shorts, followed by the zipper. A bright red cock immediately sprung out.

It wobbled in the air like a pole being waved, the red member hard like a rock attached to the flexible sheath.

Now, it was obvious that the mutt had not been wearing anything else below his shorts as well.

Rey didn't make any fancy shows; he just opened them so that they wouldn't get in the way and he lowered himself again on Nike.

The mutt dog was honestly too eager to continue, excited from the previous event. He also knew that they wouldn't be going all the way, so for now he wanted to feel the bull terrier's cock rubbing against his. Fast.

Nike welcomed this eagerly too. He once again embraced the brown dog, running his paws around the fur, feeling it flow between his fingers.

He affectionately nuzzled the underside of Rey's muzzle, for which he received another kiss.

And on his lower part, the feeling of the hard, hot rod rubbing against his cock, against his lower belly, their furs brushing against their members; it was heavenly.

It was hard to say how long would they last.

The bigger dog above him became a bit more forceful. Rey began to put more strength behind his thrust, and he pressed their bodies much closer, as if trying to envelope completely their cock with their bodies.

Nike understood what the other dog was probably trying to do.

The mutt might be close, but this was not how Nike wanted it to end.

"Wait. Wait!" the bull terrier said with a bit of a labored breath, while he also tried to grab the brown dog's fur and halt him.

Rey got the hint and stopped, suddenly nervous that his dog wanted to stop. "What? Is something wrong?"

"No. Well..." The white dog frowned hard, an expression as if trying to chew something unsavory. "You... I want you to... to... put it...... in..."

"What? ... What?!" Rey looked down surprised as he understood. "... You sure?"

"It's... okay," Nike grumbled.

"It'll probably hurt," Rey tried to reason, although he very much wanted to try, his priority was the other dog's safety. "Some preparation-"

"It's okay!" Nike snapped, the lug's concern only making him feel more embarrassed. His eyes shifted away as he spoke with a quiet voice, "I've... practiced."

"Seriously?!" Rey's ears perked at this, while a wide grin sprung on his muzzle and his tail wagged with brisk. "You did? How? ... Toys?"

The bull terrier's face scrunched with some indignation, his embarrassment at its peak. "If you don't want to then just-"

This time it was his turn to be cut short as a pair of lips sealed his.

Rey pulled back, and looked down at the ruffled white dog. This one returned the stare for moment before turning his head away with a scoff, just like a pup throwing a tantrum. Rey's chest just swelled.

For the reticent and rarely frank, grumpy bull terrier to take the initiative and suggest they consummate the act, it was more important for the brown dog than what others could think.

He gave a last peck on the cheek to the white dog, before retreating a bit. Nike frowned at him in confusion, but next the bull terrier's eyes widened when he hoisted his legs up and dove into his butt. His nose touched below the area below hanging sac and Rey felt the muscle twitch.

He heard Nike take a sharp gasp of air when he gave the tailhole the first lick. The brown dog was feeling pretty happy right now so he was going to give the other dog an extra especial service.

He massaged the ring with long, encompassing laps, causing it to wink.

With short, more focused licks he generously drove some spit in, the soft walls contracting around his tongue.

The bull terrier squirmed ever so slightly in repeating intervals.

Once he thought it was both lubricated and relaxed enough, Rey let go and took the chance to take off his shorts, revealing all of himself before the white terrier. He hovered above Nike once more, and spread this one's legs apart.

He lined his hard cock with Nike's tailhole. The bull terrier also helped, putting his arm around him and using him as leverage to ease the position.

Once he felt the fleshy ring clench over the tip like giving him a kiss, he didn't contemplate it anymore, and pushed.

Rey began very gently and small, only inserting the speared tip; but that sensation was wonderful enough to almost make him go mad with lust.

He waited for a moment, after which he pushed in some more. The tailhole's walls began to stretch and tense.

Rey was in no hurry. He was being careful to not hurt the white terrier, and to not over-stimulate himself and finish just when they had just begun.

Both dogs lay quietly on the barely large enough couch, one on top of the other, their bodies tangled. They held themselves in close embrace as they breathed each other scents, and listened to the sound of the rain.

The pace at which that hard prick entered him was painfully slow, but also really thrilling for Nike.

He buried his head in Rey's fur and kept his eyes closed, the sensations coming from his ass robbing a lot of his attention. As the mutt drove deeper, sometimes a grunt escaped his muzzle.

"You doing okay?" Rey husky voice sounded next to his ear

"... Mm-hm," was Nike's simple response. He was disinclined to elaborate.

"If it hurts, just tell me," Rey lovingly kissed the top of the white terrier's head.

Nike issued a grumble of protest, uncomfortable at being treated so gently.

"I am fine."

"You sure? After all, I'm not sure how I fare, compared to your toy." One could almost hear the evil grin in Rey's tone.

"Jerk," Nike cursed softly, burying himself further into the big lug's denser fur. Then he spoke as if trying to bring down the mutt, "You're just a little bit bigger."

Rey's ears flicked, and he couldn't resist to tease him a bit more.

"Just a little bit?"

"Just a little bit!" said the bull terrier firmly.

Despite not knowing how much that little bit was, Rey's tail waved high with pride.

He continued pushing himself deeper into Nike, and eventually he felt his knot meet the bull terrier' buttocks. He then drove in a bit more, so that it was snuggly pressed against that crack.

They retained that position for a while, the mutt letting the other dog grow more used.

"I'm going to start moving," warned Rey tenderly, but he only got an annoyed grumble in response, which he understood perfectly as "just get on with it!"

Holding the bull terrier in his embrace he withdrew a bit. The soft muscle walls snuggly conformed to his shape, massaging his cock. Then, he pushed back in, some resistance present, but he went slow, coaxing the muscles to relax and adjust. Under him, Nike pressed himself even more against his chest, curling tightly around his body. His whip-like tail wrapped around his leg.

Rey still did not perceive any discomfort from the white dog.

It seemed like the practice had paid off, though it was still surprising that the bull terrier actually owned such kinky things. He would have to see later.

Not wanting to pass off the opportunity, Rey also curled around the a tad smaller dog as much as he could. This greatly limited his movements; however, he felt greatly fulfilled, knowing he was the closest to the white terrier that was physically possible.

His hips never ceased thrusting, trying to make up for the lack of wide movements with intensity and depth, rocking Nike body below him. His knot kept repeatedly pressing against that tailhole, teasing of breaching it.

He gradually began to increase the rhythm, making short, powerful thrusts that practically carried the white terrier with him because of how tight it was their embrace.

Nike could no longer remain that silent. His tailhole was being abused in a painfully delightful way.

Stifled moans vibrated his throat, and blissful yowls escaped his maw, encouraging the brown mutt on top of him.

Gritting his teeth, Rey fought the urge to forcibly knot his dog, that sensitive part of his member mercilessly stimulated by the close and continuous contact.

He very much wanted to do so, but was not sure it that was something the white terrier could also handle. "I am..."

"Do it!"

As if it was an automatic reaction, Nike responded. He could guess more or less what the brown dog meant, and hell he wanted it badly.

Rey was glad Nike was willing to try, but even so he was sure it would still not be so easy.

So, with his muzzle, he nudged Nike's head and called for his attention.

The bull terrier got the message, pulling back his head a little so he could look at the brown dog, but what received him was a sudden kiss.

Rey kissed Nike with fervor, his intent in turning the other's brain to putty. He rampaged in his maw with his tongue and tasted every corner. At the same time, he pushed his hips forward with force, putting pressure on the ring of flesh with his knot; with his arms, he pulled the bull terrier toward him, making it a double effort.

He felt the white dog's fingers dig into his fur and tightly clench strands. He tried to kiss deeper.

Nike tried to relax his tailhole, just like when he played with himself, but it was harder when the one trying to knot him was the real deal.

When the thickest part of the knot finally passed, the rest followed in rather smoothly, going in as if sucked.

His knot, his cock, it was all inside the bull terrier.

Nike enveloped him completely, clamping around his girth in waves that sent bolts of pleasure up to the tip of his tail. He bucked his hips a few times more, but Rey's arousal had simply lasted for too long.

He thrust one last time with all he got, trying to bury himself as deep as he could.

He trembled as his balls contracted with a tingling sensation which next went up his dick. This one seemed to swell, as it shot ropes of thick, hot semen, and coated the white dog' insides in a similar color.

The bliss of orgasm spread through Rey's entire body as he continued to come, making all his fur bristle. He flooded the other dog's tight passage, which at the end felt like his cock was now bathing in a sticky, hot Jacuzzi.

His hips bucked a few more times as his climax waned.

Slowly, he separated his lips from Nike's.

Although it was done carefully, both dogs couldn't help but let out gasps, breathless. The white terrier even coughed, having chocked on the mess of spit that Rey had done in his maw.

The brown mutt looked down with a sheepish smile, and nuzzled lovingly his cheek.

"Sorry."

Another unintelligible grumble was his answer.

Then Nike roughly hugged his neck and brought them closer, forcing them to be head next to head and unable to look at each other.

Rey tail wagged happily.

Knowing the bull terrier, Nike was currently too embarrassed to allow him to see his face. And taking into account their current state, they wouldn't be separating soon.

However, Rey soon enough remembered that only he had come, having forgotten about the other dog. He was about to do something, when he shifted his body and felt something on his abdomen.

Of course, it was the bull terrier's hard dick, which felt like a hot iron pressing on his stomach.

But further than that, there was a wetness which soaked through his fur and reached his skin, slick and warm.

Quickly he reached a conclusion.

"You..."

"Mmh?"

"No, nothing."

Nike would probably not be amused if he pointed it out, so Rey decided to keep quiet.

But to think that he would come from having his tailhole pounded. Rey was honestly excited at the prospects.

"How you feeling?"

How was he feeling? Nike's lips twitched at the question. Of course he felt pretty good, but to admit that it was because of having his tailhole pounded, that was too embarrassing. "I'm stuck," he grumbled.

Hearing that, Rey grinned, and rubbed the side of his head against the other dog's.

"Yeah, thank you."

After that they allowed themselves to revel in the afterglow, two dogs curled together into a ball.

Minutes passed. They could feel the cold of the night rub against their hot skins, but sharing their heat they managed to drive it mostly away.

Then, Rey shifted.

"... Wait, what are you doing?!" Feeling himself being lifted a bit, Nike asked confused.

"Moving us a bit."

"Ah, no!"

Immediately, Nike tightened his arms around Rey and dragged the brown dog back down to the couch.

He was already self-conscious enough. But now this lug wanted to move them around while they were still tied. Hell no!

Nike's sudden and rough movements caused his tailhole to clench around Rey's sensitive length, causing him some good discomfort. But otherwise, he was all smiles as the white dog tried to restrain him.

"We'll become stiff if we stay like this. Especially you."

"No!"

"At least put down your legs. If you keep them raised like that-"

"Aaaah! Keep you maw shut!" lamely hissed Nike. "And stop swelling!"

"Pft... Bwahahaha!"

"What are you laughing for?!"

And while Nike kept making threats, the brown mutt just kept laughing.

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"How long does it plan to rain?" looking out through the window to the still unrelenting rain, Nike had to ask.

Not that it was a particularly unusual occurrence.

But with all that had happened, it was like the day had lasted longer than it really had.

"Maybe it'll rain all night," Rey commented as he walked over, with some new bed sheets on paw. "But that's actually fine, right? You like to go to sleep with the sound of rain."

"Yes. But it'll be bad for the lawn."

Nike steeped forward and took the sheets from the other dog.

He was trying to appear to be calm. But inwardly, he was often enough questioning himself what was he doing here. Not that he disliked the idea. Quite the opposite. But it seemed a bit fast.

They had already touched home though, so it was just his nervousness speaking.

Ignoring that, he inspected the sheets.

It was a white and black fabric, in somewhat of a checkered pattern, which struck him as extremely familiar.

"Hey, these bed sheets..." looked very much like ones he'd pointed out to be of his liking.

But before he could think of it any deeper, he was tackled down by a small brown mountain.

"Gotcha!"

Tumbling on their footpaws, they fell sideways toward the bed.

Nike ended being trapped in the brown dog's embrace, and wrapped into the new sheets.

The bull terrier stared at the smiling brown dog inches in front of him with his characteristic frown, though embarrassment and some bashfulness was also shown.

"Don't go playing on the bed."

Rey grinned evilly. "Oh. So we cannot play around on the bed?"

Nike blinked, caught off guard. Then he twisted his lips with a small sulk.

Of course, he was disgruntled because he didn't really want to say no to that, which felt like he losing the argument.

He was completely in the mutt's paws.

They stayed like that for a while, resting themselves a little after an eventful day.

"Hey..."

"Mmh?" Rey gave all his attention to the cute white dog in his arms.

He waited for a bit, but Nike didn't speak. He didn't hurry him, and waited patiently.

Nike scooted closer, and let his muzzle rest on the brown dog neck.

"I love you too," he finally said.

Rey felt like his heart skipped a beat. Followed by exhilaration so big, it was almost painful.

But he kept that a bit of a secret.

"What a coincidence. I love you too."

And his reward for his teasing was having his face smothered by the bed sheet.

But he just loved his grumpy dog all the more.