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Gruffy

2017

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An "In bed with Gruffy" commission featuring Druff in his professorial duties, and Brian Silverfang with his fursona, who gets to meet the said tiger and...well, you know what tends to happen then. You better see what happens next, don't you? Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

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"Deborah!"

"Druff!"

"Mwah! Mwah!"

The greeting between the tiger and the wolfess was a most hearty and courteous one. Their continental air kisses were followed by arm-patting and swinging tails, although the tiger did not exactly go as far as wagging his.

"So splendid that you could come, Druff" said Professor Deborah Pitman to the tall, well-dressed tiger in his waistcoat and black pants.

The Druff was all purrs.

"You know I can't resist a free drink and a chat," the tiger replied to his colleague in pleased conversational tones, "at least not in this kind of company!"

The petite wolf smiled happily while she looked up at the tiger.

"Then you shall mingle to your heart's content, Druff," she commented. "There are finger foods and drink and hopefully the students won't be too intimidated by the old folks like us."

Druff laughed heartily.

"Hopefully not," he replied. "I do enjoy talking with the young ones. Even their misconceptions give me food for thought."

"Especially those," the wolf nodded.

"It is our job to steer them away from them, and also to keep our ears open so that we don't end up being led astray by our own stubborn ideas," the Druff philosophized.

Professor Pitman laughed and tapped the tiger's chest with her small paw.

"Go bore someone else who is still naive enough to be impressed by your inane ramblings, Druff," she smirked.

The tiger mock pouted.

"And you should go to be mean to someone your own size," he told the petite wolf.

She was all smiles.

"Well I was just about to go and talk with these nice Nebraskan girls who have most curious ideas on what their PhDs should be about," said the formidable Professor Pitman. "Maybe I'll catch you later."

"For one final Dubonnet with a twist, I am sure," Druff bowed.

"You owe me one from last time!" she exclaimed.

"So you say..." murmured the tiger.

She bustled away and left the tiger to his own devices. Druff's pleasant smile didn't waver. He had the whole club to prowl, to catch up and maybe make some new friends along the way. That was the whole point of why he was there. He wanted a drink first, and headed for the bar.

The Local was a relatively large student haunt on the Taylor Campus and could easily absorb the post-grad meeting among its usual evening clientele. Ringing laughter echoed from the basement level and up into Druff's ears. He knew that the pool tables were located there and often gathered a proper crowd besides the players. The accompanying whooping was a necessity that came with it.

"Hello, Cedric," the tiger greeted the young goat behind the bar.

"Professor Druff!" the goat sounded appreciative of the tiger's presence.

"A little wolfess told me about free drinks..." Druff said as he pulled out a little card that identified him as faculty.

"One free drink for everyone taking part in the meet and greet, as usual," the goat smiled. "What should it be for ya, sir?"

"Just a gin and tonic, please," said the Druff. "Something nice and simple to start the evening."

"Coming right up!"

"My thanks."

Druff eyed the crowd while he waited for the goat to mix his drink. He had come to the party half an hour after the time when it was officially to begin, which meant that quite a few people had already showed up. Those who were there for the meet and greet could be told apart from the general clientele by the paw-written white and red name tags pinned to their clothes. They made Druff smile. He knew that Deborah Pitman was usually the one responsible for distributing them out for the eligible parties. She was a true mother figure for the whole graduate school and enjoyed her role as one.

The Druff just enjoyed himself in general.

"Here you go, Professor," the goat bartender brought the tiger back from his musings.

"Oh, how splendid!"

Druff picked the glass from the counter and took a sip he found very refreshing. The goat was still smiling to him politely.

"Will you be back for seconds, Professor?" the goat asked.

"You know I always do," the tiger purred in reply.

"Enjoy your lovely evening, sir!"

"I most certainly shall, thank you, handsome."

The goat took the tiger's casual flirting on the stride as he returned to polishing some glasses. Druff purred happily at the flustered reaction. He knew that the goat was straight. Teasing him was just a social courtesy. Druff happened to pay that to almost everyone he found attractive.

That wasn't a limited category tonight, thought the tiger, when he began to assert the territory with a gin and tonic in his paw. The chattering and laughing atmosphere fit him well for the moment. The youthful exuberance of the people mulling about carried an energy that the tiger enjoyed lapping up much like the drink he nursed.. People-watching had its own pleasure, even when not measuring them up for their physical attractiveness. The Druff easily admitted to that aspect of his enjoyment, but did not make it the main point of the evening. The tiger was keen to stimulate his brain as much as everything else. The minds of the people around him were bubbling like his tonic water, Druff thought, with pleasure. His ears swiveled to and forth in search of snippets of conversation and bursts of laughter that might indicate a social opening for a pleasant tiger Professor to drop by.

Purr.

The bar was becoming busier as the minutes passed. People were mostly coming in still, which meant that The Local grew more crowded. Among this all the tiger moved, checking out the little groups that were naturally forming. He knew quite a few of them, having taught his course in Cultural History 101 over several years. The tiger was pleased that many of them had decided to pursue further academic education. The Druff's hellos were quite welcome.

"Heya, Professor!"

"Hello you!"

"Wanna shoot a round of pool, Druff?"

"Maybe later, Matteo, thank you, dear!"

"Read that email I sent to you last week, Professor?"

"Still on the pile, Maggie!"

"Yo! When do you want me to return that book ?"

"No need to hurry with that, Rodger!"

"Thanks, man!"

"No problem at all!"

Druff weaved his way back to the bar for a top-up.

"Cedric, dear!"

The goat finished serving a beer to an antelope fratboy and turned his undivided attention to the Professor.

"Hello again, Druff!" said the goat.

Druff put his empty glass onto the counter.

"I think it's best I have something non-alcoholic at this point," the tiger said. "I don't want to get drunk so early in the night. It would be very untoward of me. Can you recommend something?"

The goat grinned.

"I've got this new mixture called Hot Chicks Rule that you might like," Cedric said, "lemon, pomegranate, strawberry cordial..."

"Sounds just like my kind of a thing!" the tiger sounded delighted. "I'll take one, please."

"Coming right up!" Cedric enthused.

"How lovely," Druff murmured. "Splendid, I might even dare to say."

"You haven't even tasted it yet!" the goat chuckled.

"I trust you to not to violate my taste buds, dear," the tiger purred.

The goat began to prepare the drink. The Druff gazed about the room again. He spied on Deborah Pitman chatting up a storm with a gangly weasel, and a familiar horse student watching the proceedings. He was certainly not there as part of the post-grad meeting, Druff thought with amusement. He was tempted to go and say hello, but saw that the horse was with friends. He decided against causing embarrassment for the stallion. There was no need to be cruel, especially so early on during the night.

"Your drink, Professor!"

"Ach!" the tiger's ears flicked. "Yes..."

Druff took out a slim leather wallet from his pocket and made the payment. The drink was in a tall glass, full of ice and a pale color of red.

"Only missing a little umbrella," Druff opined.

"I can add one if you like," the goat offered with a smile.

Druff waved his paw.

"Let's not get quite that silly," the cat said.

"Another time then!" Cedric grinned.

Druff was all smiles still.

"By all means."

The glass was pleasantly cold in his paw. The taste was adequate, refreshing. The decisively fruity aroma mixed with the growing headiness of the air. Druff didn't particularly mind it, although he knew some were predisposed to start feeling crowded. The Professor hadn't gotten this far in his life feeling like that.

The cat spied someone over the rim of his glass who possibly fit the bill of the previous description. A large wolf was doing some people watching of his own on the opposite side of the room, a bottle of beer in paw. What really struck Druff's eye was his somewhat exotic coat. The usual greys and browns and black of a lupine were enhanced by a remarkable shade of orange that marked the wolf as someone of a more foreign persuasion. The low-cut dark shirt he wore meant that Druff could see a good amount of this interesting pattern, how it covered his collarbone and then grew into a more creamy, almost tan complexion. The tiger found it quite pleasing to look at, especially when the wolf raised the bottle to his maw and took a sip. An obviously strong body flexed in the process, which was something the Druff always appreciated.

The motion also highlighted the name tag pinned to his chest. Druff's ears perked when he noticed this new aspect of this character.

Jackpot!

With the perfect excuse secured, the tiger made his way across the teeming floor. He had to stop to take another sip from his drink so as not to risk splashing it everywhere. This meant that a definite air of strawberry surrounded the Professor by the time he reached the haughty wolf on his perch.

"Good evening," murmured the tiger, "I see you're part of the post-grad group as well!"

Druff pointed at the wolf's name tag as soon as he appeared on the large lupine's side. Mrs. Pitman's familiar paw had written "BRIAN SILVA" onto it. The wolf glanced at the tag upon the tiger's comment and then looked at the older fur again. He appeared somewhat quizzical.

"Yeah," the wolf said.

Druff had to change the drink from his right to left paw before he offered his now somewhat cool and damp appendage for the wolf.

"Professor Druff," the tiger said. "I'm faculty here in Taylor."

The wolf returned the friendly gesture. His paw, in comparison to Druff's temporarily unpleasant one, was warm and his grip was firm - the kind the tiger could only describe as 'manly', of the sort that didn't try to break your metacarpals but that certainly aimed to size the other party up. Druff found that pleasing. You could tell a lot about someone by their paws.

"Brian," the wolf replied.

"I can tell!" the tiger smirked.

The wolf's ears flicked curiously. Then his brow rose upwards, with the realization.

"Right."

"I'm afraid I don't wear one, Mrs. Pitman failed to issue me with a piece of identification," the Druff chattered happily, "but I suppose you can guess that I work here and am not simply a strange man who happens to hang out at a frat bar."

This made the wolf's brow quirk. Druff's smile did not waver.

"Well you said you teach here, right?"

"Indeed I do!" the tiger purred. "Modern European History and History of Ideas."

"What's that?" the wolf asked.

"History of Ideas?" Druff mused.

The wolf nodded.

"My special interest!" Druff explained happily. "The course of history seen as the endless development of ideas about the world as we know, science, culture, religion...heh, oh, do not let me get away with my mouth, you won't hear the end of it, I better do something about this..."

Druff took a big gulp from his drink and let out a big sigh afterwards.

"Hmmmm..." he purred, "lovely."

The wolf started to look somewhat dubious. Druff gestured with his drink.

"It's called Hot Chicks Rule, I'm told," he said, matter-of-fact.

The wolf didn't say anything. He only looked quizzically at the tiger, as if wondering whether the cat was being serious or not. Druff waved his paw.

"But don't mind me," said the Druff, "I am very happy to see so many of our new bright minds here! What is the area you are interested in?"

"I plan to do a degree in advanced psychology," the wolf said.

Druff found that he enjoyed the slightly exotic lilt in his manner of speaking. Nothing he could place with certainty, but Druff knew that he was not a linguist.

"Ah!" the tiger declared cheerfully. "Interested in what makes all of us tick?"

The wolf shrugged.

"I guess that's one way to say it," he said.

"Will you be working with the delightful Professor Pitman during your studies?" Druff asked. "I know she supervises many PhD degrees in her field."

The wolf nodded.

"Yeah," he said.

Druff let out a deep purr.

"You're a lucky young man, Mister Silva," the tiger said, "Professor Pitman knows what she does. She doesn't just teach you facts, she'll teach you what to do with all that knowledge."

That large orange-adorned head nodded back and forth again. It was a thoughtful gesture, even in the rather casual environment they occupied.

"So you know her pretty well, Professor?"

The Druff grinned.

"We have worked together for several years, by all means, you could say we have a good working relationship," the tiger formulated.

"I guess I'll get to know her better soon," the wolf said.

"After she's had a few drinks, she'll be most friendly," the tiger confided to the wolf. "But don't tell her I told you, she doesn't like me gossipping around behind her back."

The tiger gave the wolf a conspiratory wink.

"But I'm just babbling, I know," Druff said, "I hope you are enjoying yourself! I might not be working tonight, strictly speaking, but I think I am still obliged to make sure that everyone is having a good time."

"Cool," said the wolf. "Thanks."

"Is that your free drink?" Druff inquired upon the beer bottle in the wolf's paw.

"It's my third," the wolf sounded almost proud.

Druff chuckled.

"You must've started early, or you know how to sink them fast," the Professor commented.

The wolf didn't seem to mind the slightly teasing tone. He was still quite aloof, leaning on the wall even while speaking with someone who probably was at least technically in a position of authority to him.

"I can handle it," the wolf said after a thoughtful pause.

"Well, well!" the Druff exclaimed. "In that case I would dare to offer you a fourth one then!" Unless that would be the one too many..."

"Bah."

"Now that's a yes if I ever heard one," said the tiger. "Perhaps I'll have to try to finish this...juicy thing...and get something with a bit more kick in it. I've been trying to be a good cat and not drink like the proverbial fish."

"Can't handle your liquor?" the wolf asked.

Druff's eyes narrowed.

"It is not...professional," the tiger stated with a smirk.

"Is it part of your job to offer to buy drinks to all the new students?" the wolf asked.

"Hmm..." said Druff, "only the ones..."

He held the thought for a moment, sizing up the wolf with his eyes thoroughly while he contemplated, visibly so, and enjoyed what he saw.

"...who I think can handle it."

The wolf's tail moved curiously behind him.

"Well I never turn down a free drink," he said.

Druff rumbled with pleasure at the remark.

"My kind of a man!" the tiger declared.

Druff was happy to see that the wolf did not appear to be too shocked by such a comment - only half-flirty as it was. Druff knew that it could've passed under the radar of a more innocent individual. Nothing in the wolf's demeanor suggested that he was naive to the ways of the world, however, thought the tiger who pleasured himself by letting his eyes roam along the wolf's form. He found there nothing that he didn't like. All in all, the curiously patterned wolf was well proportionate, fit, and attractive. Smart, too. You generally didn't start doing a doctoral thesis unless you had something between your ears.

"Whoever did turn down free booze?" the wolf stated.

"A difficult philosophical question," Druff went along with the wolf's tone. "And likely not an area of expertise for either of us."

"Didn't you say that you study ideas?" the wolf suggested.

"I do indeed," said Druff, "but it's not my job to make any comments on whether the ideas were good or not. I simply tell what people believed at any given time and how that determined their world view."

The wolf scratched his chin.

"So that means you look at questions but never come up with answers," he stated. It sounded almost like a challenge.

"Like in all philosophy, usually the trail of thought resulting from the question is more important than the ultimate answer," the tiger said.

The wolf shrugged.

"That still sounds a bit like a cop-out to me," he said.

Now Druff was pretty sure the wolf was genuinely playing with him.

"History isn't always exact, just like your psychology isn't either," he said.

"Psychology can be quantified and tested," said the wolf. "History can't."

Druff smirked toothily at that.

"It's a shame that all the really interesting things about psychology can't be tested," he said, "it would be just way too unethical."

"Stuff like the Stanford Prison Experiment, you mean?" the wolf asked.

The tiger nodded eagerly.

"Or Little Albert, or the stuttering children experiment..." he cited off the top of his head.

"So is that part of the stuff you study?" the wolf asked. "How scientists used to do some crazy ass experiments in the past?"

"They make great soundbites," Druff replied.

The wolf's ears flickered.

"What's a sound bite?" he asked.

The tiger gave the wolf's thick arm a friendly pat. The wolf did not shy away from it.

"Why don't we go and see about that fourth beer and find a nice place to sit and chat, Mister Silva?" the Druff proposed sagely.

Another nonchalant shrug. The wolf tipped his beer bottle from side to side, showing very little remained after he'd taken a few good swigs during their conversation.

"If you really are buying..."

"Would I really miss the chance to witness your prodigious ability to hold your liquor?"

the tiger suggested with a grin.

"I guess you are serious."

"I am always serious, especially about not being serious!" the tiger exclaimed.

The wolf chuffed with laughter. The sound of it was quite low, almost a bark, though with a hint of a very canine whine to it the tiger recognized.

"Come on," the tiger gestured towards the bar, "let's get something fine to drink and I'll find us a place to sit on. I am in very good terms with the bartender, that ought to help with elbowing us into one nook or another."

"I'll make you hold onto that," the wolf said.

The tiger was all smiles.

"Trust me."

*

Druff considered himself a man of his words, and this was no exception to that rule. Finding a table was no issue since a pair of girls vacated one that they could easily take over. For the promised drink he had to go and order it from Cedric, however, who gave the tiger a knowing smile.

"Enjoying the intelligent conversation, Professor?" the goat asked.

The Druff purred.

"Why, you're being so catty that I could mistake you for a feline tonight, Cedric," he mused to the bartender.

"Just doing my job, Professor!"

"That much I can see..." opined the cat.

The bartender placed the drinks in front of the tiger in question. Druff paid them off with his credit card.

"Want me to bring them over to the table?" the goat teased.

"I think I can handle it," Druff said smoothly.

He picked up the glass and the bottle of beer and brought them to the table where his new friend awaited. The wolf sniffed at the scent wafting over from Druff's glass.

"More of that juice stuff?" he asked.

"No" Druff replied as he placed the open beer bottle in front of the wolf, "grapefruit and gin. A special favorite of my people."

The wolf flicked a curious ear.

"University professors?"

Druff snickered.

"I can tell you're not exactly from around here," he mused, "and the same goes for me as well. I am from Finland. This is a Finnish drink."

"Finland," the wolf stated. It wasn't really a question. "I would not have guessed."

"No?" Druff asked. "Would you have been able to tell?"

"Nope," the wolf said. "I can tell you have an accent but I can't place it anywhere special."

"That's how it tends to go with me," Druff nodded. "And if I end up doing something that would embarrass my glorious nation, I can always switch to speaking Swedish and pretend I'm from Sweden!"

The wolf expression was more than curious.

"Do you often get involved in international scandals?" the wolf asked.

The Druff smirked.

"I try to keep my international entanglements...mutually satisfactory as much as possible," the tiger said casually.

The wolf looked almost puzzled. Druff found that he enjoyed the look of it. While the lupine was obviously a very smart individual, he had a tendency to appear confused at times. The tiger considered it rather endearing, in addition to the wolf's other appealing features that were less...intellectually inclined in the cat's mind.

Druff raised his silver-colored drink up in a toast.

"For the continued international friendship," the tiger solemnly decreed.

The wolf tipped his bottle in agreement. He smiled as well. It was a small smile. It looked like he didn't want to appear too jolly. That amused Druff. He'd met countless young fellows like that, trying to play it cool. It was up to him to find out if the wolf was naturally thus inclined or just acting out the manner he thought he was expected to behave.

Druff slurped down a hearty gulp from his drink and made a cat-like sigh after he was done.

"Quite splendid," he said. "Cedric, the bartender, knows how to mix it for me. It's not quite the same as the stuff you get back home but it is adequate to sate a thirst."

"Is it strong?" the wolf asked.

"It depends on how strong I ask Cedric to make it for me," Druff said. "And that depends on my mood, on what I happen to need to relax at any given time."

"How about today then?"

Druff's smile broadened.

"Today I will only be intoxicated by the good company and the bright minds around me," the tiger murmured.

The wolf's expression appeared to say 'yeah, right' , at least in Druff's mind. He was amused by the sight of that. The wolf was obviously not taking all of the cat's antics at the stride. Druff wasn't sure if there was a language or a culture barrier at work, or something else.

"But to answer your question, it is of the same potency as a strong beer, I would say," Druff mused. "Which means that I would probably have to consume a few to really start feeling it."

"You said you didn't plan to, though," said the wolf.

"Oh I plan to do a great many things tonight but getting drunk off my face is not one of them," Druff said. "And most things are more fun when you are not inebriated."

"Being drunk is pretty fun too," the wolf said.

"All drunks become the same in the end," Druff said. "Dull. Lose their edge besides drunken raving, and become the same. Predictably boring."

The wolf's ears flicked curiously.

"Don't like getting buzzed?" he asked. The tone was decisively cocky, and Druff enjoyed hearing that, a little crack in the stoic exterior.

"Sometimes a little inebriation can be conductive of social interaction, by all means," the tiger said. "To that certain limit."

"I know my limits," the wolf said.

"Hmmm."

The wolf chuckled.

"You don't sound like you believe me," he said.

"I work with people your age, I see what you get up to during the weekends...and any time you have an excuse to drink," Druff replied.

The wolf rumbled away.

"Then I suppose you'll have to try me, Professor."

Druff recognized a challenge when he heard one, and he was sure his interpretation was not off the mark. He raised his brow accordingly.

"Are you suggesting a drinking competition, Mister Silva?" the tiger stated.

The wolf took his time drinking from his beer, obviously to make a point.

"Nope, because I would win," wolf stated confidently. "No, you seem to have some pretty firm ideas about how people behave, me included, and I'd like to see you produce some evidence for it."

Druff chuff-chuckled.

"So you are proposing some sort of a...psychological experiment of your own?" the tiger mused.

"Nope," the wolf said. "Just saying that you should keep your eyes open. Your way isn't the only right way, you know."

The tiger kept on smiling.

"Didn't I say that my work is to think about everything without calling it right or wrong?" he mused.

The wolf's ears flicked rather pointedly.

"You were just kinda implying that you think that what the students do is the wrong way," the wolf stated. "At least it sounded like that to me, you know, projecting your own opinions."

Druff chuffed.

"That's a big word to use," said the Professor. "Projection..."

"But accurate, I reckon," the wolf replied. "You seem pretty keen on fitting me into whatever idea you have of guys like me."

Druff was slightly irked but also amused by how the wolf had turned his very own words into a tool to be used against him. That told the tiger that the lupine was very smart indeed, probably even more quick-witted than he had understood from the get go.

"Perhaps I am still trying to figure out just what kind of a guy you are, Mister Silva," Druff offered his retort in a steady tone.

The wolf appeared to puff out his considerable chest at that.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he said before sipping his beer with flair.

Druff watched intently. He knew the wolf knew that he was watching. The tiger tried to decide whether he found it more annoying or attractive at the moment. The balance was still on the latter, the tiger thought.

"I am a very curious cat," Druff said.

"I can tell," the wolf said.

"It is a wonderful pleasure to get to know new people," Druff elaborated. "That is why were are here."

"In the bar?"

"Ha!" exclaimed the tiger. "On this very Earth, I meant."

"Are you a poet too?"

Druff chuckled.

"Maybe it is the alcohol talking," he said while gesturing at his glass. "Loosens the tongue and the brain."

"Lets you have fun!" the wolf grinned.

"Funny word that, 'alcohol', " the tiger retorted. "Did you know that it is originally an Arabic word for eye liner?"

The wolf looked almost outraged, besides puzzled.

"Do you...like, I mean, do you ever hang out with anyone who would think that's an interesting thing to say in a party?" the so-called Mr Silva commented.

"You'd be surprised how many people I know would appreciate that quip," Druff said.

The wolf tipped his head to the side thoughtfully.

"Well you may wanna change your tactic a bit, then," the wolf said.

"Yes?" Druff mused. "Talk about booze and bosoms exclusively?"

The wolf puffed out his cheeks in a huff.

"You might wanna skip that word too," he said. "Nobody really says that."

"No?" Druff asked.

"Never. Believe me."

Druff nodded.

"Too bad. Guess I better leave bosoms to those who appreciate them on a more visceral level," the tiger said before taking another good sip from his cloudy drink. He let out a pleased sigh afterwards. The wolf cleared his own throat in turn.

"That so?"

The tiger rolled his shoulders in a half-shrug.

"Of course I tried my best to appreciate bosoms but one cannot...fight one's nature," the tiger murmured. "One should always stay true to yourself. Even when it is not easy."

The wolf looked rather stern, briefly, before he simply drank from his bottle.

"Figures," he said.

"Excuse me?"

The wolf flicked both of his ears at the tiger.

"Explains the constant flirting," he said in a level tone.

The tiger let out a little chuckle.

"A favorite pastime," he admitted. "And in this wonderfully...enlightened atmosphere...most people don't mind at all. I certainly hope you don't mind, Mister Silva."

The wolf remained quite stoic.

"You're not the first one who has tried," he said.

But I'll be the one who succeeded, the tiger thought.

"I would've been shocked if I were," Druff admitted with another easy smile.

"Hmmm," the wolf rumbled.

"You must get it a lot," Druff said.

"Get what?"

"Attention..." the Druff murmured over the rim of his glass.

The wolf rolled his strong shoulders.

"Maybe," he said. "Envious?"

Druff threw his paws in the air.

"Oh, heavens no," he chuckled. "Youth is precious. Everyone should be allowed to enjoy it to the fullest. It is but a fleeting joy."

"Now you're definitely getting drunk," Brian said.

"No, no, just realistic," the tiger laughed.

"Realistic?"

The tiger laughed.

"I'm what, twenty, twenty-five years older than you?" the Druff postulated. "I realize my flower is quickly...losing its most beautiful bloom."

The wolf chuffed.

"You can't claim you don't know that lots of people like mature too," Brian said.

"Hahahah," Druff guffawed. "Really now? 'Mature', you say?"

The wolf smirked.

"I'm sure there are other names for it too," Brian said.

"Both polite and...uncouth," Druff said. "Mostly the latter, as is only natural given the topic."

"Probably," Brian said.

"I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, Mister Silva," Druff said.

"I feel like I know more with every passing minute here," Brian said.

The tiger smirked broadly.

"Isn't that exactly why you have decided for advanced studies?" Druff proposed.

"You strike me as the type who is keen to impart knowledge," Brian said.

"The ones who can't do, teach," Druff said.

"Hmmmh?" the wolf questioned.

"An old academic joke," Druff replied. "About teaching not requiring much actual talent."

"I dunno if that is true," the wolf said. "I've known a lot of pretty lousy teachers in my day."

"Haven't we all?" Druff mused. Then he laughed again. "I am glad you haven't been to any of my lectures. Yet."

The wolf busied himself with his beer for a moment.

"You think?" he said. "Maybe I really should pop by. I feel like I am developing a new fascination with the history of ideas."

"Hmhehemhehehm" rumble-chuckled the Druff. "I can tell that you are developing ideas alright. I can feel it."

"Then maybe I really should come and listen to one of your lectures. Maybe you could give me some food for thought," Brian said.

Druff enjoyed the bright flicker of the wolf's eyes. Youth, eagerness, energy, alcohol...there were many things behind those eyes, he suspected, and liked the overall effect.

"That is what I do," Druff said. "I do not give answers. I just give thoughts. Viewpoints. Ideas to expand your own horizons. Treatments for tunnel vision."

"So you're a doctor now as well?" the wolf stated.

"It's what it says on my name tag," the tiger smiled.

"You're not wearing one," Brian pointed out.

"Professor Pitman failed to provide me with one," Druff said. "Besides, I don't need it. Everyone knows me."

"I didn't know you," Brian said.

Druff rubbed his palms together.

"But now we are making fast friends," he said. "And I think it is lovely."

"Lovely, huh?"

"I find it an appropriate use for the word, by all means," said the Druff.

"Hah."

"Would you prefer something more...masculine?" the tiger wondered.

"You think?" Brian asked.

"I think the atmosphere in this table is so masculine that we'd have to be in a locker room after a football game to produce more testosterone than this," Druff said.

"You could fool me into thinking that you really like this whole masculine thing," Brian said.

Druff flicked his paws.

"I'm but a gentle thing," he said.

"Not according to what you just said about testosterone and all."

The tiger smiled sweetly and went for his drink.

"Contradictions are part of my job, too."

"Hah!"

*

"...damnit..."

"Too drunk to find the key now, Professor?"

Druff chuffed gruffly.

"Too old to see the key for most part, thank you," the tiger said as he jingled the keys. "It's dark in here."

"Hah," the wolf laughed.

Druff procured another key and put it into the lock on touch and feel only. This one fit right in.

"There!" he declared jubilantly at the rattle of the lock.

"About time, too!"

The tiger let out a good-natured chuckle and swung his tail towards the wolf. It almost caught his calf. The near miss appeared deliberate, at least for the lupine party.

"In a hurry somewhere, mister Silva?" he asked while flicking on the lights.

"Yeah, to the toilet," Brian said. "All those beers want to come out."

"Hah," the Professor exclaimed. "Down the hall and the second door to the left. Opposite the sitting room doors."

The wolf chuckled.

"Yeah, I get it, it's a nice place," he said. "When's the butler gonna serve us drinks?"

"Not quite that fancy, I'm afraid."

"Bah."

The tiger smirked. He watched the wolf walk steadily along the richly carpeted floor of the butler-free hallway. Druff soon followed him, although he sneaked into the aforementioned living room on the other side. He didn't have to spend much time getting himself cosy in his own home before he heard the toilet flush and the wolf soon appeared in the comfortable space already occupied by the Professor.

"Welcome to the Druff residence," the tiger grinned.

The wolf swished his tail confidently upon his entry into the room. He didn't appear in the least intimidated by his new position, a guest in the impressive tiger's house.

"That bathroom's bigger than my whole apartment," Brian said. "No kidding."

"It is a luxury, I admit," Druff said. "But the tub is quite the thing to have. It is a wonderful pleasure for my old bones."

"Ha. Looked more like a swimming pool," the wolf commented.

The tiger chuckled. His own tail looped comfortably behind him.

"Now you're laying it rather thick, aren't you?" Druff spoke.

The wolf grinned when he stepped close to the tiger. Druff's eyes gained further warmth.

"Lemme tell you what's thick," Brian said.

The tiger's ears flicked curiously at the wolf's remark. Brian reached over and grabbed the tiger's arm into his own big paw. The tiger looked at this gesture with piqued interest.

"At least you were not going for my paunch," said the gripped tiger.

Brian snuffled.

"Just a simple wolf here," he said. "But a paunch sounds kinda dirty. Is it something fun?"

Druff patted his own tummy with his paw.

"The belly of the beast," he mused.

Brian's smile became more crooked. His thumb rubbed on the tiger's arm through the cat's shirt. Druff let out a purr at the feeling of the insistent touch on himself.

"I'm pretty sure yours looks good," Brian said with weight.

"So we have a belly man here..." Druff raised a brow.

The wolf eyed the curve of the tiger's abdomen with a certain kind of hunger the Druff certainly recognized.

"Always loved a nice muscle gut," Brian said. "They're sexy. And you even taught me a new name for them."

Druff flicked an ear at the younger man.

"You think I'm sexy?" he stated.

"Hell yeah," the wolf grinned, like saying something very dirty and forbidden. Only a chorus of naughty giggles from his cronies was missing, but it was just the two of them now.

"That must be the beer talking," Druff said.

"Pffft," the wolf snorted. "You're being a cock tease...saying one thing while you know it's not so..."

"It is one of my greatest pleasures in life," Druff said. "You'll learn eventually that taking things slow leads into a very satisfying outcome in the end."

"Well you've been undressing me with your eyes ever since you saw me at the bar, dude," Brian rumbled, "How'bout you let me see something too?"

"Already wanting to get into my pants, Mister Silva?"

"You out of them more like," the wolf rumbled. "Showing me the goods."

"But we haven't even kissed yet," the tiger winked. "I'm an old-fashioned guy, besides being old."

The wolf chuffed.

"Well since you insist..."

Brian moved quite boldly in his actions, putting a paw behind the tiger's neck and pulling his head forward while he also tugged on the cat's arm. The double move meant that their muzzles were plastered together and they shared a big, sloppy, manly kiss. Druff purred into it, pleased by the wolf's initiative. He put his own paws to the wolf's sides and held onto it and gave his own return by sticking his tongue against the wolf's lips. It was accepted in a quick rumble by Brian, who didn't shy from the feeling of the big tongue intending to explore his maw. His tongue tried mimicking the tiger's action. This resulted in them colliding wetly somewhere on the middle, bumping at teeth and stroking over gums slickly.

All the while their maws played together, paws moved as well. The Druff pressed his fingers firmly to the wolf's sides. He felt muscles through the exotic wolf's sides and the thick, fluffy fur. It suggested that the wolf carried some real bulk to him and wasn't just a result of having puffy covering on him. That was a pleasant discovery for the tiger enjoying his encounter with the foreign wolf.

Brian kept one paw on the tiger's arm, but the other paw was more bold in its actions. He rubbed to the Druff's back and along his spine, inevitably towards the firm base of the tail that swung leisurely during their firm embrace. The inches between them melted away and resulted in further contact of more intimate kind, body to body. It let them feel the other. Their arousal was very obvious, hard, firm, between their bodies. Even the slightest movement felt very pleasurable indeed. They had to struggle to keep still.

Their breathing was somewhat shallow and audible, when their lips popped apart. The tiger's lips were wet.

"So that is how you kiss," Druff mused.

The wolf's paw remained on the back of the tiger's head.

"Not bad," Brian said.

The tiger smiled.

"Not bad at all," he murmured.

"Gonna rate me now?" Brian questioned.

The tiger chuffed. He swiped his tail against Brian's legs and the wolf's own tail.

"Hah hah."

"So what do you usually do once you've done the kissing part, old man?" Brian questioned. "You liked it and all."

"I did, very much," Druff said, "and it is certainly giving me some wonderful thoughts."

"And a boner," Brian pointed out.

"A blessed state at this age," Druff replied.

Brian flicked his ears.

"You're not gonna need one of those Viagra pills or something?"

Druff hissed and grabbed the wolf's ass. The quick, rough squeeze caused Brian's tail jump upwards and made his eyes widen.

"I'm not that old," Druff said. "Plus, tigers can go on and on...even big, old ones like me..."

"Hmm...very big?" Brian suggested.

Druff didn't move his paw away from the wolf's rump. Brian didn't seem to mind having it cup a fleshy globe in the tiger's padded fingers.

"Well for you to find that out for sure I think we really need to get me out of these party clothes and into something more comfortable."

Brian grinned.

"I feel most comfortable when I'm wearing nothing," the wolf, "and I try to be like that as often as possible."

"A splendid idea!" said Druff. "Let it all hang loose..."

"Not so loose anymore, I reckon," Brian said.

Druff closed his fingers around the topmost still closed button on the wolf's shirt and flicked it open. The wolf looked down at this action. He allowed the tiger to pop another one. Druff scissored his fingers to part the cloth further, showing more of the exotically colored orange chest fluff belonging to the wolf.

"You are a very beautiful man," the tiger said.

"Huh," exclaimed the wolf.

Druff traced fingers along the wolf's collar bone, as far towards the shoulder as he could without stretching the fabric of the shirt uncomfortably. The wolf let out a rumble. His paws gave a quick rub onto the tiger's sides.

"Don't get called that so often?" Druff asked with a smile.

"Not really a word I hear used about me," Brian said.

"I am sure the words are usually more...colorful," Druff said.

"You insist on using it though."

"It is the first one that comes to mind when considering your...shape."

Brian poked a thumb at the tiger's side.

"You're trying to sweet talk me or something," he said.

Druff prodded the wolf's breastbone with his own digit.

"Ha," he grinned. "You claim I am doing that and I have already lured you into my apartment, I am undressing you..."

"I know you can't help it," Brian smirked, his chest puffing out against the tiger's fingers.

The tiger rumbled at the sound of the wolf's cocky remark.

"Take this shirt off," Druff said.

"Wanting to give orders now?" Brian asked.

"I'm not going to take mine off before you do," Druff said.

"Hah," the wolf huffed. "Sounds like a fair trade then."

"Heheh."

Brian took a step back and continued to open the buttons that Druff had started on. The tiger did not relent his gaze on the wolf while Brian bared more of his chest.

"Your eyes look like they're filming this or something," the wolf chuckled.

"Should I get a camera?"

"Not my turn-on," Brian said.

He slipped the shirt off and dropped it to the leather couch. The young man rolled his shoulders and posed a little. Druff let his eyes feast.

"It's even more alive than I thought it would be."

"Huh?"

"Your coat," Druff noted. "There's more to it than I expected."

"I've got my surprises," Brian said while scratching his belly.

"Handsome bastard," the tiger commented.

"I didn't know bastard is a good thing to say about someone," Brian said.

"Occasionally," Druff said.

Brian flexed his arms to pump up the muscles there. His look on the tiger was sultry, and confident.

"Come on, fair's fair," the wolf said. "Show me some now."

"What would you like to see?" the tiger asked sweetly.

"Hmm..." Brian pretended to think. "Some ass...dick...belly...?"

Druff chuckled.

"Again with the belly," he mused. "I'm starting to suspect you truly have a...a fixation."

Brian stepped closer and patted the body part in question.

"I haven't even seen anything yet," the wolf said. "Cum on."

"Would you like me to whistle a tune while I'm at it?" Druff asked. "Do a little dance?"

"I'd go to a strip club if I wanted to see one of those shows," Brian said.

Druff went for his own buttons.

"You probably don't have any one dollar bills to tuck under my waistband anyway," the daddy tiger said.

"Want me to get some?" Brian asked.

Druff chuckled. His fingers moved lower down along his chest, working through his buttons.

"Who needs a twink rolling their tush in front of you when you've got a real man right here?" the daddy tiger opined.

Brian was smiling but grew more serious when the tiger opened his shirt. The move revealed that he was wearing a white cotton undershirt, the sleeveless kind, under the clothing he had worn for the mingle meeting. The wolf's look was intense enough to prompt Druff to stop his disrobing for the moment.

"What?"

"You're wearing a wife beater..." the wolf sounded almost wondrous.

The tiger snuffled.

"That is such an unpleasant name for it," he said. "I prefer to call it a vest."

"Why are you wearing one anyway?" asked the wolf.

Druff eased his shirt off himself and put it down to the couch. This left his torso only in the skintight white garment.

"For comfort," said the tiger. "It feels very comfortable. Keeps the cold away."

"It was so hot in the bar that everyone was sweating!" Brian complained.

The tiger tugged a thumb under the waist of the undershirt.

"Maybe I'll need to let you sniff it once I've taken it off."

The wolf smirked.

"You're one dirty daddy aintcha?"

"Interesting vernacular," Druff said.

The wolf looked questioning. Druff made a show of pulling the vest off himself. He knew the wolf was watching, with keen interest, when the striped body grew truly bared. The tiger grinned when he bunched up the undershirt into one of his paws and gestured at the wolf with it.

"Want a treat?"

"Not really my thing," the shirtless wolf said.

Druff tossed the undershirt away before he promptly stepped closer to the lupine now. Brian's breathing sounded like a low rumble or a growl when the the tiger approached to him properly.

"You don't need any shirts when you can get the real thing," said the Druff.

The tiger grabbed the wolf's ass and with the other paw pulled the wolf's head down. Brian rumbled more loudly when he ended into deeper physical contact with the older tiger, muzzle buried to the crook of Druff's neck. His tail wagged against the daddy cat's wrist and he breathed in the older male's scent, despite his earlier comment. It wasn't a particularly musky place, by no means, just the natural aroma of skin and fur. The wolf certainly didn't appear to mind.

"Heh."

Druff himself could take a sniff from the wolf's head furs. It smelled of some conditioner, a brand he didn't know. But the wolf felt warm and...solid, pressed to his own fur and skin. The comfortable feeling tempted the tiger to stroke his fingers up and down on the wolf's neck.

Brian felt this and looked up curiously at the tiger.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Wanted to pet a wolf," Druff replied. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Well, yeah, "Brian said, "but didn't really expect you to do something like that."

Druff shifted his fingers so that the padded tips made further contact with the wolf's skin, besides the thick fur.

"Expect?" he stated. "You have expectations?"

"Well who doesn't?" the wolf's ears flicked curiously. "You get certain kind of ideas, don't you?"

The tiger chuckled. He licked his lips playfully at hearing the wolf's comment.

"I try to have only one expectation when I'm with a new person," the tiger said, "and that is adventure...the quest for unknown territory..."

The tiger's paw, the one that had gotten cozy on Brian's rear, gave a further squeeze on the hefty globe of muscle under his palm. The wolf's tail swished at the sensation, the pressure on his muscled rear.

"You act like you know the lay of the land there though," said Brian.

"Maybe I do..but I'm sure there is more to discover."

The wolf chuckled. He poked the tiger's side with his knuckles.

"You have a really funny way of talking dirty," Brian said.

"But it works," Druff said.

The wolf chuckled.

"Oh I bet you want to get worked..."

The wolf's arousal was unmistakable, pressing to the tiger's own, between their bodies. His movement made the contact between them. His paw did not shy from copping a feel of the tiger's rear either. Druff allowed that easily.

"...worked really good..." his voice gained more of a growling edge.

Druff grabbed the wolf's tail and gave it a tug. Brian looked at him curiously, although did not show signs of displeasure.

"Let's go to the bedroom and you'll find out," Druff said.

"Gonna show me the way?" the wolf smirked. "Since I almost get lost going to the toilet..."

The tiger chortled when he extracted himself from the wolf. He flexed his tail behind him and almost swiped the wolf with it.

"I can hold your paw if you like."

Brian chuckled.

"Knew you were a romantic," he said.

The tiger gestured with his tail again.

"This way."

The wolf walked very close to him. The tiger could feel his breaths falling on his neck. It was a pleasant, warm sensation for him, one conductive of purring. He did stop at a door and touched its smooth wooden surface.

"Under some other circumstances I might lead you here..." said the Druff.

The wolf looked at him curiously, then at the nondescript door.

"What's there?" he said.

"The dungeon," Druff said.

"The what?"

The tiger chuffed.

"Your reaction is the reason why we're not going there," he said. "As much fun as blushing virgins are..."

"Hey!" the wolf almost barked, though obviously with mirth in his voice. "What do you take me for?"

"Maybe if you survive being taken into the bedroom, I'll let you take a peep," Druff sai.

Brian let out a 'bah!"' just as Druff led him to the final door and opened it.

"You're welcome."

Druff turned on the lights. He must've been using a dimmer switch, considering that the level of light remained quite low. Nothing scandalous came into view, either way, just the bedroom strappings off a a single man. The bed was large, fit for a tiger, and covered by a purple silk sheet.

"Excuse the mess," Druff said. "I didn't really plan on entertaining guests tonight."

Brian chortled.

"You mean that pair of socks lying there is your idea of a mess?" he pointed them out on the floor.

Druff dropped his paw onto Brian's hip and pushed a thumb under the waist of his pants.

"Let's put some more clothes down there then," the tiger said.

He gave the wolf's belt a little tug. It was more a suggestion than an actual attempt to get the younger male's pants down. Brian replied to it by grabbing the tiger's rear again.

"Easy there, tiger!" he called.

"I bet you always wanted to say that," Druff proposed.

"As much as I bet you wanted to tell me that you like my clothes because you think they'd look good on your bedroom floor, tiger," the cocky wolf replied.

Druff stepped over so that he stood right in front of Brian, and became more handsy with his paws, seeking the wolf's fly.

"I stopped using that one in the noughties," Druff said.

Brian grabbed the front of the tiger's pants and squeezed down on his bulge. The Druff let out a proper rumble at that.

"Is that a real word?" the wolf asked.

"Yep," said the tiger. He found the fly and pulled it down. The noise was as arousing as the grin on the wolf's muzzle at the feel of the tiger's own thick cock pulsing in his trip. Druff's fingers brushed on the fabric of the wolf's underwear, with warm flesh underneath. The touch made it throb even further. The wolf continued his own fondling on the tiger.

"You gonna let me unwrap this package?" said the wolf.

"If you'll ask nicely," Druff said. "I'm already pretty close to yours..."

There was a single button on the top of the wolf's fly. The tiger already had his fingers on it. Behind it, he knew, laid the treasure.

"You really like making people ask for things, don'tcha old man?" the wolf suggested.

Druff flicked open the button.

"I tend to get what I want," he said.

He cupped the wolf's cock in his paws. The boxer shorts were only a minor nuisance for him now. The wolf redoubled his efforts at trying to get at the tiger's junk as well.

"How do you open these?" the wolf sounded frustrated.

Druff chuckled.

"Let me do it."

He only needed one paw for releasing his own waistband. The wolf didn't hesitate when he pushed his paws over and up the tiger's rear and then into the pants. They were close and it was more than natural to kiss again when Brian did his best at pushing Druff's pants down. The tiger pushed closer to the wolf and let his tongue tease Brian's. The wolf grumbled into the kiss, as sloppy as it was, and cupped entire pawfuls of ass while he struggled to release the tiger's rump from the pants.

Their lips separated with a little 'pop'.

"I think we need a little bit of space for me to get out of these," Druff said wryly.

The wolf glanced down at the bulging underwear and the pants that were stuck around Druff's thighs. Brian's paws continued to squeeze on the tiger's ass. Its firm, if cushioned roundness was obviously pleasing to him. He was reticent to remove them even for the purpose of letting the tiger finish undressing.

It was Druff who walked them over to the bed, Brian stepping backwards until his legs met the bed and he was pushed to sit on it. His paws slipped out of the tiger's pants. He almost pouted.

"Climb on," Druff said, "let me take those off you."

"Appreciate the service," the wolf rumbled.

It was that same cocky tone that made Druff smirk while he listened to it. The wolf's tail wagged along the bed when he shuffled himself on it so that he was actually lying on the bed rather than just sitting on its end. His legs fell open quite naturally to showcase the bulge he was sporting, and he threw one arm under his head and made quite the show of sprawling down on the tiger's sheets.

The tiger smiled approvingly as he did what the wolf had started. His pants were dropped to the floor, seemingly uncaring for the perceived mess this was to create in his otherwise impeccable bedroom. He made sure to give himself a quick squeeze through his own snug boxer shorts before the daddy tiger slipped his last remaining article of clothing away.

He could see Brian's eyes flash when his arousal sprung into view. It was a hungry gaze, the kind that the Druff especially enjoyed. Desire oozed off the younger male, from his very posture to the scent that he spread into the room, marking it with his presence beyond his own physical body luxuriating along the tiger's expensive sheets. At least Brian thought they were expensive. He had a feeling, from his surroundings, that the tiger only enjoyed what was the best. Top of the line .

Druff stretched his arms over his head briefly and purred with satisfaction at the feel of his spine popping. He knew that he was showing off and so did the wolf, who flicked his tail at the tiger.

"Thought you were meant to do something, Druff," Brian said.

"Still in a hurry, are you?" the tiger retorted.

"Hah!"

The cat did climb onto the bed, his erection bobbing away while he did so. The wolf continued to eye his movements with fascination, including this pendulous motion his genitals generated. The tiger's tail made a languid, pleasant motion behind himself when he moved forward and grabbed the wolf's pants again. He unpeeled the jeans and the wolf's boxers in a single tug. A very hard, musky cock came into view and flopped to the wolf's toned belly.

"Lift your ass," the tiger prompted.

"I thought you would never ask."

Druff had to scoot backwards to remove the pants entirely. He tossed them to the floor before he did his own bit of sprawling and covered the wolf entirely in his own body. Brian welcomed him easily, a paw grabbing onto the big tiger's neck to pull him onto a kiss while they enjoyed this new, exhilarating embrace. The wolf had no problem taking the tiger's weight on himself, and the cat certainly enjoyed the feel of all those flexing muscles working under the thick, warmly colored fur.

Their intense kiss encouraged further movement. Their bodies rocked, and paws were free to roam. The wolf's did more, considering he had all of Druff's back and backside to explore at leisure. Yet the tiger had the advantage of his position, in that he could hump himself at the wolf in response to his more adventurous strokes and rubs. The leaky, barbed length found the wolf's knotty tool, at the warm juncture of their bellies that fit together so nicely.

The small, playful jabs from the tiger made the wolf reply. Brian's lips curled into a smile even when they were plastered onto Druff's. His own hips moved more heavily. The tiger was keeping his weight on his knees which meant that he didn't have to try and raise the whole of the Druff when he did his thing.

The tiger tilted his head to catch the thick skin of Brian's neck between his teeth. He sucked and licked at the same time, making the wolf moan.

It turned into a growl. Brian used his entire bulk to swap their positions. Once the tiger was moving, there was no stopping and he found himself on his back with the Iberian wolf's full weight on him, wriggling his hips to drive his shaft against the tiger's belly in an ultimate tease.

"My turn," the wolf said.

Druff moved to tousle the wolf's head furs but had his wrists captured by large wolf paws. Brian pushed them easily over the tiger's head. The tiger let out a slightly surprised rumble.

"Well, well..." said the Druff.

Brian did not stay put for long. He had the tiger pinned now, although most likely with the cat's clear permission to treat him like that. The knowledge that he was being humored did nothing to reduce his arousal or his desire to play with the tiger. His new relatively vulnerable posture was a sight to behold for the wolf on top of him. It also bared his arms, muscle and thick fur, for Brian's muzzle.

"Hhmmrmmm..."

It was Druff's turn to moan and nearly squirm when the wolf lapped at his armpit. Tasting the tiger's taboo underside area was not an unpleasantly musky experience. The tiger was clean there, like the rest of him, and the fur that was usually hidden from view in such an intimate part of the tiger's body only carried his natural scent. The taste of his skin was slightly salty, and the feel of the big male's rumble on his lips as sensual as anything that could happen during such contact.

Brian moved again. He kissed along the tiger's exposed arm. He was nuzzling the muscles under the fur as much as he teased the skin with his lips and his breath. The wolf wasn't too gently about it either. Sometimes it was his teeth rubbing on the skin rather than the lips.

"Hmmrmrmm...good boy..." purred the Druff.

The wolf licked on the tiger's wrist before he lifted his head to look at the cat.

"Still think I need to be told how to do this, big guy?" Brian mused.

The tiger licked his own lips.

"It has been rather satisfying so far," he said, "but I am sure that I could show you a trick or two..."

The wolf winked.

"So now you think I could handle some of your secret tiger tricks?" he grinned cockily, grinding that particular body part to the tiger's and making his breath catch once more.

The tiger swiped the wolf's ass with his tail, free to do so even though the rest of him was pinned under the big lupine's body. Brian's own tail flew up in the air as a response to the sudden snap of the strong, rope-like body part on his curved rump.

"Was that one of them?" he asked.

"Yes," Druff said. "But it is all show rather than tell. You wouldn't expect me to...lecture you, would you?"

"That's hot," the wolf suggested.

Brian let the tiger to commit an escape from the grip of his paws. Druff was quick to grab the wolf's sides and turn it into a proper grapple again. The wolf resisted, but it was only a token amount, and mostly just for the pleasurable sensation of working his muscles against the strength of another male. The tiger had plenty of that to offer, strength and maleness, and it was obviously thrilling the aroused wolf.

They rolled around on the bed, a tangle of arms and tails, gripping fingers and wildly grinning, rumbling muzzles. When their lips closed in, a kiss was shared, quick, and wet. Their very motion brought them pleasure, fur on fur, skin on skin, bare or not.

"Heh..."

The wolf ended up on his belly, with the tiger on top of him. Druff wrapped his paw onto the wolf's, fingers entwined, and invited him on a kiss even in their newly backwards embrace. Brian answered it hungrily. He pushed his tongue into Druff's muzzle with the same kind of energy that he used to push his hips, to tease the tiger's cock by rubbing his ass up and down and from side to side in the most enticing of motions. He could feel the rumbles from the tiger as much as he heard them, deep vibrations that caressed his very lips while they continued to make out.

The tiger's knees hugged the wolf's hips and held him in place - a feeling that challenged the wolf to wriggle himself even further. It was like he was trying to crawl out, but was held too firmly by the tiger who briefly pulled their muzzles apart and went to town on the wolf's neck instead.

"Hmmm...fuck..." Brian barked out.

Teeth rubbed on the spot where his neck became his shoulder, the skin pulled taut by the position. The tiger licked and bit on the spot, knowing the kind of pleasurable glow such a touch brought for his young lover. The relatively dominant gesture didn't make him go limp by any means. He continued to grind back to the tiger with equal eagerness as before.

Druff's fingers closing on his dick did make him moan.

"Ah..."

Now the wolf was played with from both sides. He had to thrust into the grip of the tiger's warm paw the same way he humped backwards onto Druff's groin. The pads were different to his own, softer, somehow, but the grip was firm and...new. Nobody could hold a penis like its owner, which meant that any new people touching you made it feel very different.

The tiger's hold was appreciative, firm, very knowledgeable, it appeared, how to squeeze his pads on a canine penis in the hopes of bringing the wolf the maximum amount of teasing pleasure while Brian took care of stroking himself through this grip.

From his point of view, it stopped all too soon when Druff's paw disappeared and landed on his hip instead.

"You want to see a trick?" the tiger made the question. "Then I'll show you."

The wolf batted his ear at him.

"Is it a dirty one?" Brian asked.

"Incredibly," said the tiger.

"Nghhh..."

"Just do what I tell you," the Druff said close to the teasing ear.

"Bet you'd like that!" the wolf replied in a considerably husky voice.

The tiger half-rolled, half-scooted off the wolf. Brian looked a tad disappointed but also curious on what the tiger planned. He flopped to his hip and made sure that the tiger could see all his goodies on display while he reclined and wondered. He wasn't allowed to stay in such a position for more than a few seconds before the tiger gave his tail a quick tug.

"No time for lying down," Druff announced. "You need to be on your paws and knees for this."

"Wow!" Brian half-barked, half-chuckled, "that escalated quickly!"

"Bah," the kneeling tiger exclaimed. "None of that lip now, wuff. Do as you're told, or you're missing out."

"Hrmmm...okay, okay..." the wolf grumbled. "But no funny business, 'kay?"

"I would not do anything I would not want to be done to myself," assured the tiger with the impressive erection.

Brian assumed the position that he'd been told to take. He was quite the sight, solid muscle visible even from under the thick fur.. His tail assumed an indignant angle over his rump. He kept his ass low, though the arch of his back was an attractive one either way.

"This better be good..." Brian grumbled.

The tiger's big paws landed on the small of his back. Both could feel the wolf tensing at once, from the sudden weighty presence of those paws. Yet the movement that followed, a gentle massage, soon eased him out. The tiger's thumbs could do wonders, even when they weren't touching anywhere particularly sexual or erogenous. His tail gave an approving wag at the feeling.

"Hmm...not bad..." he murmured.

"This is just the appetizer," Druff mused.

"Huh?"

The wolf was looking back over his shoulder when the tiger lowered himself down onto the bed. He saw the tiger's head disappear so that only his ears were really visible.

Breath fell onto his taint and Brian had only an inkling of just might happen next. Yet the knowledge didn't really prepare him to the feeling of the wet, raspy tongue slobbering onto his balls.

"Fuck..." the wolf exclaimed through a growl.

His body swayed a little, but he tried to stay still. With the tongue doing what it did, it was not very easy to remain in place. The instinct drove him to try and push himself back to meet the new, slick touch, to increase the pleasure that could be had from it. One big tiger paw cupped on Brian's left butt cheek and held him firmly while the tiger got to play with him.

"Heheh..." the cat chuckled, lips still in direct contact with the wolf's nuts.

"Uh..."

He had but begun. Druff reached between the wolf's sturdy legs and grabbed him again. Brian's eyes widened when he felt the tiger tugging his junk down, then back so that his shaft pointed almost directly down at an angle towards the bedspread instead of its more natural erect position.

"Ah shhh - "

The tiger smacked his lips loudly.

"Don't talk about that when my mouth is at your ass," said Druff, squeezing with the fingers that rested on the butt in question.

"Whut?" grunted the wolf.

Druff dove down and licked on the tip of Brian's straining erection. The wolf barked out.

"Damn - "

The tiger slid his wet, dangerous tongue along the underside of Brian's shaft and then up onto his balls and his taint. The movement was smooth and continuous, and made the wolf gasp again when the wet sensation moved and teased him from so many places in sequence.

"Ahhh..."

The wolf's tail hiked up automatically to give the tiger more room, and he gave no second thought to while he remained in such a pose. The tiger's singular lick didn't stop until he brushed his tongue against the wolf's hole, usually hidden under that tail but now fully exposed when his body had decided to give up such defences.

Druff hardly lingered there - for now. The tiger made a repeat pass, though now in reverse so that his tongue ended its trip at the wolf's oozing tip, greeting it with the same kiss-like touch as the first time he planted his lips on it.

"D-damn..." Brian groaned.

The wolf was obviously having trouble keeping all his exclamations at bay. The tiger smiled with pleasure at the fact. He didn't have to stop what he was doing to savor the wolf's reaction. Instead, the tiger continued teasing his younger lover.

"F-fuck -"

Brian grabbed pawfuls of the tiger's sheets. His tail swung up in the air above his rear, the very same ass the tiger paid his respects to, lips, tongue, the very scruff of his chin that he used to stimulate the wolf's tightly drawn balls in their sac. He held onto the wolf's swollen shaft near the tip but did not really play with it besides keeping it in place for the increasingly frequent, wet passes of his tongue. The tiger never missed a chance to lick the leaking tip before going back to toy with the wolf's hefty balls.

"Hmrmrr...language," said the tiger, while giving a worshipful kiss on the wolf-nuts under his nose.

The wolf's tail swished with frustration.

"Hope you're f-fucking kidding!" Brian barked out.

The tiger only rumbled. He continued the blessed process of making the wolf's taint very sloppy with his saliva. The cat's muzzle moved from side to side when he tried to press it as closely between the wolf's ass cheeks as he could. He never stayed in one place for long, instead opting to move and tease all the pleasurable body parts he could find.

"Hnnghhh..."

The wolf remained on all fours, a solid presence on his paws and knees, yet the muscle tension rolled through him in sexually charged waves. His cock throbbed in the tiger's pincher grip whenever the cat's tongue reached his asshole and rubbed around its gently wrinkled rim. The clenching of his hole sent a whole cascade of pleasurable sensations into his groin. The tiger felt it, and heard it, and he just pressed on. He worked with intent, on getting a few more of those huffs and grunts from the wolf's sizeable chest.

"Ohhwwhsh..."

The tiger's tongue found the shape of the wolf's swollen knot. Dribbles of saliva had already flowed down to it and everything was wet by the time he concentrated his attentions on this part of the wolf's body. Brian let out a noise that sounded like it came between teeth that were clenched together.

That pleased the Druff as much as the taste of the wolf's meaty cock. He didn't try to break it into its components. He was rather more happy to simply enjoy it for what it was, and find more, sniffing audibly around the wolf's groin. The musk was as intoxicating as before, private, and very special this part of the lupine's body. It carried the wolf's own personal scent besides the natural musk that was simple masculinity, oozing away from skin and fur he lavished with his mouth.

He left the full knot with a final kiss and returned to the wolf's immediate underside area, to pay some further attention to the wolf's hole. What had been but teasing as now a fully blown attack, of a swirling tongue that he grooved to make the contact even more firm and intensive, for their mutual pleasure.

"Ohhhhffffuck!"

Brian's exclamation was barely coherent . His ears went flat - perhaps, the tiger thought, after witnessing that from his peripheral vision, suddenly embarrassed by his strong reaction to having his ass eaten out.

That was what the tiger did, more or less. His lips and tongue concentrate on the usually hidden spot and made it the center of his attention. He gave a proper French kiss to the wolf's muscle-guarded opening, a barrage of tongue swirls and stabs and more lazy rolls that extended to the soft, furred skin surrounding his pucker.

"Hngngh..."

The wolf couldn't help it, he tipped his head down and moaned into the tiger's pillows. Perhaps he thought he didn't want to rouse the neighbors' attention, or maybe he was concerned the noises he made were starting to turn slutty. The sound of the tiger's tongue on his ass was positively obscene, sexual, the constant sloppy, huffing contact of the older male's mouth on him.

The tiger moved his head away, only for a moment, to take a look at his work. The wolf's tail remained hiked up and his ass crack was spread open by the tiger's single paw that he had kept in place to ensure he could dwell as deep as he wanted. The big knotty cock had oozed a drooping trail of of pre-cum that hung uninterrupted all the way to the surface of the bed. The wolf's hung head meant that his rear was just a little raised, at least when looked from that angle.

The Druff squeezed on the cupped half of the lush rear and grinned to himself.

"Good boy," he said.

The wolf's ears flicked curiously at the comment. It happened even more so when he felt the bed shift with the tiger moving on the bed again.

"And we're just beginning..." the tiger murmured in a soft bedroom voice.

Druff crawled on his side and then put an arm around the wolf. Brian allowed himself to be pulled to his side as well. He was happy to flop down after being on all fours. The tiger even wormed his paw about so that Brian could rest his head on the crook of his arm. That put him close to the tiger, let him feel his warmth and his strength when the arm flexed with the tiger's motion.

"Hrrmmhuh?" said the wolf.

His ears flicked curiously when the tiger shifted his hips with the consequence of rubbing his hard cock against the wolf's back. The contact grew more intense when Druff's knee touched the back of Brian's and a paw tugged on the wolf's leg so that the tiger could push his between them.

"What's this?" Brian asked.

Druff kissed the side of the inquisitive wolf's muzzle.

"Just relax," he said.

The wolf flexed his own leg, now resting on top of the tiger's, angled one, and flashed a smirk.

"Another of your tricks, big guy?" he stated.

Druff moved his free paw and cupped the wolf's muzzle.

"What do you think, big boy?" he retorted.

The wolf was about to give another rude remark, but instead of that got two tiger fingers pushed into his mouth. He rumbled with surprise but did not find it too unpleasant, especially not once the tiger began to kiss his neck and the spot under his right ear again.

"Suck up," the tiger growled near that same ear.

The wolf's tongue was still for a moment, but soon obliged the lewd command, as he felt the digits wriggle a little in his maw. It was a very dirty thing to do, and the tiger purred when he felt the young wolf suckle on the fingers like he'd been told to. The intensely erotic feeling of having the tiger nibble on his neck made it worthwhile, and got him into it. Brian was probably happy to have them out after a while, replaced by the tiger's lips encouraging the wolf to return the kiss.

Of course he did. Brian sucked on the tiger's investigative tongue and made sure to lap it with his own once they got the kiss going again. Druff moved his paw along the wolf's neck and then over to his torso. Pads caressed their trail down along his tight abs and then onto his cock. The wolf moaned and rumbled into the kiss and flexed his hips, hoping to catch the fingers on his tool now.

"Hhhhh..." the tiger hissed softly.

Druff pushed his paw between their bodies and returned his attention to the wolf's body from another angle. The knee propping the wolf's legs apart meant that he had more than enough room to to bring his paw and its newly wet fingers under the wolf's tail again.

He tensed noticeably when the fingers landed on his crack and rubbed along the wet inner curve of his rear. The tiger continued his distracting kiss when he reached his new favorite spot and ran the leathery tips of his digits around the slick, pursed opening.

He pressed only a little, but it was enough to make the wolf's tail flick and brush against the tiger's thigh. Druff separated from the kiss long enough to view the wolf's face, all the while his fingers rested in their inquisitive position.

"You know what's going to happen, don't you?" the tiger murmured.

The wolf flicked his ears back, seemingly with indignance.

"I can guess," he chortled.

The tiger eased the touch on his ass, but only just. It was still there.

"Hmmm," the tiger rumbled.

The wolf's face remained stoic.

"Kinda surprised you didn't try to do it already when I was on all fours..." Brian said dryly.

The tiger snuffled.

"You probably have no idea how tempting a sight it was," he said.

"Ha-ha," Brian muttered, "always about the ass..."

"It is still your choice," the tiger continued in the same, level tone, "this can happen..."

He pressed with his fingers, but only a little. Intimate muscles clenched. the feeling, even if just on his fingertips, made the tiger's own cock throb against the small of the wolf's back.

"...or more...but it's always your choice."

The wolf raised his brow.

"There's a choice?"

The tiger nodded.

"There is always a choice," he said solemnly," you'll just have to tell me."

The tiger looked at the wolf expectantly. The wolf looked thoughtful. It did take a while before he spoke again.

"Well I don't want to miss out on any of your dirty tricks, do I?" Brian stated.

"You certainly don't," grinned the tiger.

The wolf batted an ear at him.

"If you really think you can handle it..." Brian said.

The tiger let out an appropriate rumble before nipping on the wolf's ear.

"You don't know what forces you are playing with," he whispered.

The tiger tightened the hold he had on the wolf, with his leg and his paws. The fingers of his intimately questing paw applied extra pressure on the wolf's spit-soaked spot. Brian growled at the sensation, but said nothing. Soon the tiger planted his mouth on him again and renewed the kiss they had left for a moment.

Brian was not dainty about making out with the older tiger, not even with the said cat's fingers trying to burrow their way into his rear. His tongue was positive aggressive, wrestling down on Druff's tongue with his own. It became a noisy kiss, rumbles, licks and sloppy slap of lips on lips.

Neither of them remained still. There was a lot of mutual grinding, as made possibly by the position. The tiger rubbed his erection on the wolf's back and the wolf knew just what effect his own movements had when his body brushed on Druff's erect nipples. The only body part truly neglected was Brian's cock, but it too remained hard as a rock and leaking. The stimulation on his more sensual body parts was coming from within, under the wolf's musky balls where the tiger played with his ass.

A single warm, wet digit passed easy enough, stroking the insides of the wolf's tight hole and making it clench rhythmically. The same muscular contractions made his hard dick bounce a little, visible so when the tiger glanced at it to savor the sight of a highly aroused young male. The sight of the straining dick was as delicious as the feel of his tightness, or the strong muscles working all over the wolf's body, let alone the sweet taste of his sweat and skin when the tiger ventured away from his lips and nibbled on his neck anew.

"Hrhhhmmm..."

Druff licked along the wolf's neck much the way he had previously done on another, more secretive body part on the lupine. The tiger's purring lavished him as much as his tongue did, teasing nerves the wolf possibly didn't know he even possessed.

And Druff hadn't even gotten around to playing with his prostate yet. His wriggly digit was barely sinking to those depths, but when he did find and brush the nut in question, the reaction was immediate.

"Ah..."

"Just enjoy it for all it is..." the Druff murmured.

The wolf didn't reply verbally but nipped on the tiger's chin instead. Druff rumbled and returned the toothy action on the wolf's ear. At the same time he prodded the wolf's prostate and got a good, proper growl out of him when he was poked at. His squelching insides squeezed down hard on the tiger finger invading his body. Even that part of him was remarkably strong. His zealous asshole wasn't a match for the Druff and his talented fingers. The tiger continued to play with his prostate. He alternated poking it with a more indirect variety of teasing when he simply rubbed along the silky walls of the wolf's insides. He almost withdrew completely so that he could encourage more of those little clenches from his anus proper by running his fingerpad along its sensitive inner rim.

The wolf hissed softly. The Druff silenced him with a kiss and made sure he licked the wolf's lips thoroughly wet. He went on to grooming his throat afterwards. Brian tilted his head back to allow it. His wagging tail brushed along Druff's thigh and the wrist.

"Still happy, Mister Silva?" the tiger stated.

Brian gave him a glare.

"Ain't gonna say anything, pops," he said.

Poke went the prostate.

"No?" the tiger questioned.

"Nhhh...nope!"

"Very well," Druff opined. "Then I'll just keep going until you tell me otherwise."

"Hmph."

The tiger kissed the wolf again. Their backwards embrace remained intense as it was, full of further kisses and the slow yet continuous stroke of the tiger's fingers inside the wolf. Both of them were slowly growing more breathless, and sweaty.

The air around them smelled like sex.

The tiger began to move.

"Gonna need more than just some spit for this, wolfy," he said.

He extracted himself with a reticent sigh. The wolf was left flopped on the bed, barely with enough energy left to spy on what the tiger was doing. Druff didn't go far, just to stand by the bed to pull open the drawer on the bedside table and take out the pump bottle.

"Grab one of those pillows," he said.

The wolf glanced at them.

"Which one?"

"The flat one will do." the tiger said, climbing back into the bed.

The wolf looked questioned, but complied. Druff grabbed the pillow from mid-air once he was on the bed again.

"Lie on your back."

The wolf shifted to the position he was commanded to take. Druff moved forward.

"I think this'll work just fine," he said.

The wolf flicked his ears curiously. The expression grew more acute when the tiger grabbed his legs and spread them, lifting them into the air.

"Wow!"

Druff used his feline flexibility to get himself back at the wolf's ass, from a new angle this time around. The thick legs felt especially strong in his grip when they reacted to the surprise encore of a raspy tongue swiping away on his hole.

"Ff-fuck!"

Brian's paws went searching for the sheets again. The tiger was practically lying on his belly with his face buried onto the wolf's balls and his ass crack. Where his finger had been a moment earlier, his tongue now teased with double the fervor.

"Crap - "

The tiger stopped his face-diving after a few blissfully wet seconds. He spared a paw to pull the pillow over and place it under the wolf's hips. After that he applied his paws to maneuvering Brian's legs around his own hips. That forced them to spread in just the right manner, and the pillow put his rear up to a posture that suited the tiger well.

"Maybe you'll need another pillow to bite, too..." the tiger mused.

Brian gave him a glare.

"You're still all talk, Druff-y," the wolf noted.

The tiger squeezed goop from the lube bottle onto his paw. He rubbed his fingers together with flair.

"This does more than just talk," he said.

The tiger appeared to be talking about penis, just as he applied the newly lubed paw onto to its length. His barbed cock got a glistening sheen of the stuff. It only had a mild scent to it, barely strong enough to be picked up by the wolf's nose.

"Careful there," Brian told the tiger who was stroking his cock.

The tiger smirked.

"Age brings endurance," he said, "and the patience to make it last, for the knowledge that the end result will be twice as...explosive."

"Hah!"

The wolf no longer smiled when the slick fingers in question poked at his rear. Now they had a very clear target, and the lube meant that whatever resistance the wolf mustered up was not going to be a big hindrance. The familiar index finger quickly became two, tightly pressed together and pushing in with careful determination.

Brian's hooked legs pressed to the small of the tiger's back. Druff smiled at the feeling. His tail swung about happily.

"Seems to be working just fine," he said.

"Hmph!"

The wolf's tail swished and tickled on the tiger's inner thighs and his balls. Druff let out a rumble.

"Such a tease," he said.

Druff's fingers on the wolf's prostate made his knotty cock bounce again. He just had to do it again.

And once more.

"Hrmrmhmhm..."

"That's the noise of success alright," Druff said.

The fingers left with a satisfying pop. The tiger shuffled even closer to the wolf on his knees.

"This is a very good way to do it," said the Druff. "Very...satisfying."

"You think?" replied the wolf.

The tiger tugged on the wolf's hips again and pulled theirs flush. He leaned over the wolf, one paw resting on Brian's belly, for balance. The other went between their bodies.

"You'll find out soon."

"Uh..."

The tiger aimed himself and pushed a little. The wolf reacted immediately.

"You have to remember to relax."

The wolf didn't answer. The tiger pet his belly.

"Good boy."

Brian grimaced. The tiger pushed some more. He felt a little give, and pushed more.

"Grrhh..."

Druff slid his paw along the wolf's thigh and cupped his ass again.

"Just hold onto me," he said, "your legs on my hips. Share my strength. Work with me."

He pushed some more. The wolf bit his lower lip and glanced at the wall to the side.

"Look at me," the tiger said.

The wolf's ears flattened when he was told to do so. His eyes were wary. The tiger tried to soothe it with a smile and a quick kiss, leaning over the wolf to press their lips together quite softly.

"Not taking, just sharing," the tiger said. "Just feel it with me."

The wolf grabbed a hold of Druff's shoulders with his paws.

"I'll hold you onto that," Brian hissed.

The tiger's next push broke the muscular tension and allowed him to slip in. The wolf squeezed his eyes shut tight.

"There we go..." the wolf murmured.

He kissed on Brian's neck, slowly, just holding himself there when his hips moved forward and drove the rest of him into the wolf.

"HHrragh!"

Wolf claws pressed on Druff's shoulders. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was intense. He let out an approving grumble. His hips were flush, simply sitting still for the moment.

Druff's breath was hot on the wolf's neck. The dampness it brought mixed with that of the wolf's copious sweat.

"It'll only get better from now on," he said.

The wolf didn't say anything. The tiger gave him another kiss.

"Cheer up, sweetcheeks," he whispered. "The hard part is over."

He could hear the wolf's ears snap against the pillow when he flipped them back. Druff rumbled cheerfully. He moved his arms slowly to hook them under the wolf's shoulders. He was resting very close to the wolf, face to face, body to body, and joined at the very hip now.

"Now you just enjoy."

The daddy cat flexed his hips ever so subtly. The range of motion was no more than an inch or so on either direction, with his body moving gently back and forth. The wolf was still rumbling, and his body experienced rolling waves of tension the tiger felt through their firm, all-encompassing contact.

Druff kept kissing the wolf. Brian soon began to respond to it, after the initial shock wore out, perhaps. his paws pressed quite heavily on the tiger's shoulders. The tiger, balancing on his knees, could use his weight to send himself into the wolf with every thrust he made. His movements were careful and controlled, steady. He sought the wolf's eyes but didn't really find them. Brian had closed his for now.

"Hhmmh," the tiger vocalized. Whether it was approval of curiosity, the wolf likely didn't know. But the wolf didn't have to hear him. They could simply share in the brush of their bodies, and the delicious sensation of barbed, thick flesh pushing through the tight grip of the wolf's slick insides.

He could tell when he touched the wolf's prostate. The wolf's chest expanded with the breath that involved and his entire body gave a kind of an involuntary roll.

"Good," the tiger whispered into their kiss, "very good..."

He was pleased by the wolf's reactions. Brian was slowly growing more active on the situation. He had no reason to simply lie still and take it, no matter how stoically he did so. No, the wolf was on his back while the tiger was on his knees and elbows, able to decide just how much of his weight he was to put on the wolf.

Right now, rocking away and letting their bodies do what they did, the wolf began to respond. Mostly it was just active resistance, letting himself tense at the right moments when the tiger's body brushed over his own. The sweaty contact encouraged more. He could move as he pleased, rocking his body, tilting his hips, trying out how that changed the way it all felt.

The tiger noted this, and found an additional layer of pleasure on it. He made sure to roll his own hips to ensure that the wolf was getting everything he could out of the experience. His thrusts were coming with enough energy now that his heavy balls managed to slap the wolf's taint whenever he rocked back and forth. The solid collision was oddly pleasurable for both of them. It added to the noises they made, quick, fleshy noises that filled the room much like their scent did. The daddy tiger pumped away with abandon. The wolf could take it alright, although the tiger could tell that it was not a common occurrence.

The clues were there. He savored them, from every clenching toe to the sound the wolf's breathing made. Druff didn't need his eyes to enjoy them all, or the poking of hard lupine nipples on his own chest, subtle contact through all that thick fur. The sweat that covered both of them seemed to charge their skin and give a new edge to all the sensations that flowed between their bodies, whether from their lips, or their skin, or the deep, continued plundering of the wolf's ass.

On top of it all was Brian's hard cock. His boner was well-massaged by the constant rocking of their bodies. The tiger might've as well been stroking him off in rhythm to his thrusts. Brian's own twisting and tilting hips added to it, of course, a sideways brush that stimulated his knot in delicious ways. Druff was starting to notice it as well, from how the wolf growled whenever their movements matched just right.

"Hrhhnngh..."

He didn't actively try to make these grunts happen. It was much more fun to keep it random, and right now, the tiger was slowly growing more interested in just pumping his way into the wolf's ass.

He was purring alright.

That didn't stop the Druff from playing with the rest of the wolf's hot body. There was a neck to nibble and lots of fur to taste, and skin, sweaty skin and steamed with sexual arousal. The tiger doubted he would have been more charged even if he had been the one lying on top of someone and thrusting away. The thought pleased him, through the haze of their sex.

The motions grew more intense, slowly and surely. The silk sheet rustled under the wolf being pressed to it again and again. His thick fur contributed. The tiger on top of him and pumping into him made the bedsprings rattle. It was a strong bed but it had seen it share of action. Druff knew that there would be a point when the momentum grew to the limit and there was no way the bed would stay quiet.

He found it to be a mark of proper performance. Druff decided to tell the wolf that later, but right now he had other more pressing matters, and it involved getting a big tiger load into the wolf's ass.

The Druffessor didn't give the wolf a warning about that. He just ramped up the thrusts that were pounding waves of pleasure through the wolf's rear and making his whole body tremble and shift under the tiger's happily rolling body. The wolf's gripping paws were a sign that he was doing something right, as was the clenching of his ass. He knew it would not take him too long to get to the end point. Whether Brian the wolf was about to join him for the grand finale...

...the jury was still out on that, thought the huffing tiger. He kept hunching down on his knees and driving himself in and out of the remarkably living grab of the wolf's ass. The firm muscles of that upturned rump gave just enough cushion for his hips to rock a playful rhythm upon the wolf's rear.

He wanted to see the wolf when he came. He raised his head enough so that he could look down at the exotically patterned wolf's face. He wanted to see every ear flick and the way those teeth ground together occasionally, and how air escaped between them and washed over Druff's own muzzle.

The tiger smirked. He was tempted to go for another kiss, but remained in place. He hoped the wolf would open his own eyes too.

There they were, brilliant, looking back at Druff, who made sure he was as deep inside his lover as he could be. The cat knew the wolf would not be able to miss on what was going to happen. He was making way too much noise for that to be the case.

It was Druff's face that turned into something of a grimace when he started to spend himself deep within the wolf. The warm spurts entered him in quick succession. Whether he could feel the separate pulses of the tiger's shaft while he gave up his seed, the tiger had his doubts, he knew that the wolf knew. The tiger's liquid heat filled the wolf, marking him from the inside as the tiger's property for tonight.

He didn't stay still for longer than the initial moment of rapture. His hips continued their earlier thrusting, to add to the their mutual pleasure. The quick pumping motions were turned into a real breeding when trickles of his cum began to leak from the wolf's ass and onto his taint. There was a lot where it was coming from, and the tiger continued to go at the wolf's rear through his orgasm.

The tiger was almost through when he was suddenly drawn into another embrace of pleasure. The wolf grew very tight and the scent in the room grew thick with musk, new, lupine kind that mixed with the tiger's own. He had an inkling of what happened even before the hot flash of wolf cum painted his belly and his chest. The wolf's cock jerked against his abs and made a proper mess of their fur. If Druff thought he had made a lot...the wolf beat him easily. He must've been very much pent up, through their long foreplay, and before that as well.

The Druff found the wolf's orgasmic face to be glorious. Hungry and breathless, lips parted like he was planning to let out a bark, or maybe just a simple moan. He was relatively quiet, overcome with the pleasure of spending himself while the tiger's bulky shaft resisted every clench of his internal muscles and forced further globs of sticky wolf seed out of his own hard cock.

Druff's thrusts became lazy. He licked his lips, and looked at the quite happily panting wolf. The occasional clench from him still meant that he would not relax entirely until both of them were fully spent. He liked the fact.

"I hope that was sufficient...for starters," the tiger stated.

The messy wolf gave him a look.

"You're saying there's more?" Brian asked.

The tiger purred, and licked the wolf's lips.

"Still many positions to try," Druff said, with promise.

There was promise in the wolf's eyes too. He was hardly as tired as he appeared. The way his tail tickled on the tiger's balls was big enough a hint.

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