About That Apron

You can tell when the heat is about to end, if you know what to look for. Keith saw it now, on Natani's face, as he was grinding into the wolf, deep, striving to give him just that little bit more. The wolf's arms had fallen away, his hands now clutching at the sheets, maybe to spare Keith's back from his claws, maybe just because that was how the pleasure was taking him, but his legs were still wrapped around Keith, pulling him in, asking, demanding, so tight it was hard for Keith to keep moving his hips. Natani was moaning and panting, tensing around him in an erratic rhythm, right on the brink of losing all control, his heat a dam that was about to break.

He was so, so beautiful.

Keith dug his toes into the mattress,anything for just a bit more leverage, and pushed, hips shifting against hips, everything lining up just right -- then grunted, arm faltering and dropping him down to one elbow as Natani squeezed around his aching member, the wolf's legs grabbing even harder as Natani tensed with his peak, his moans building into almost a howl. Keith rested on his elbow but kept bucking his hips, straining for tiny fitful thrusts even as the wolf shook under and around him, and watched Natani's face as his tension broke first into pleasure, then into something greater than any old climax; the relief of a heat fulfilled.

Keith had seen something a lot like it on Zen's face, some minutes earlier, after that wolf had reached his own fulfillment, thrusting into Keith's mouth, his hand holding the basitin's head still against Natani's chest. Keith had swallowed around the wolf as Zen had reached his peak, knot throbbing, so hot against his lips, but the wolf had run dry. He'd pulled out, with that same look of immense relief on his face, and all he'd had left in him was one gentle touch on Keith's ears before he'd toppled over, asleep before he even hit the mattress.

Natani's legs fell away from around Keith, the wolf going lax,done. Natani smiled warmly at him, and Keith could feel the wolf's hand on his ears, making his heart leap. His work done, Keith let himself finish one more time, just a matter of taking a few longer thrusts before he too tumbled off the edge, collapsing on top of Natani, his hips jerking feebly as the orgasm washed over him, his balls clenching, uselessly, trying to give the wolf more of what he'd already taken all of.

It was done.

Nine days.

Or was it ten? He didn't have the strength to furrow his brow, just then. But it might have been ten. Either way, the wolves sharing the heat had made it last longer.

He didn't mind. There was no part of him that wasn't sore, but...

He really didn't mind.

Keith wriggled under Natani's hand on his ears, nuzzling more comfortably into his breasts and drawing a chuckle and some heavier petting from the wolf. Keith relaxed, letting his weight settle on Natani, luxuriating in his warmth, melting into it. He could feel the wolf's breathing, his very heartbeat, almost as if it was his own. Keith reached out with a hand and looked for Zen, finding the wolf's thigh. He dug his fingers into Zen's fur, also relishing in that small patch of warmth and contact. He would rather have been between the wolves, but there was no way he was moving. And besides...

Keith slid his other hand up Natani's side, tucking it under the wolf's upper arm.

He fit here.

It didn't take long for Natani's hand on his ears to still, and Keith could feel the change in the wolf's breathing as he slipped away to sleep. Keith let out a long, happy sigh. He could feel himself start to go soft inside Natani, and managed a tired chuckle. The wolves wouldn't have believed that. They always liked to say that he was insatiable.

And that... wasn't entirely untrue. If Natani hadn't been done, Keith wouldn't have been either. If Natani or Zen needed him, he would always answer.

Always.

Natani started snoring, and Keith laughed quietly to himself. He knew that even with that ruckus, he could have dozed off on the wolf's chest. He'd had plenty of practice. But nature was beginning to call, and the sooner he took care of that, the sooner he could get back, and all of them more comfortable for a longer rest. Last fall, Natani had slept for an entire day after they were done, and Keith rather felt like he wanted to try that himself.

With some trouble, he roused his body, and gently shook off the wolf's hand. There was a very wet sensation as he pulled out of Natani, into the cooler air of the room, and a fresh strain of the wolf's heat-scent reached his nose.

Even now, it made Keith's mind want to cloud over, and he had to stop himself from nuzzling his way right down to the source, settling in, and losing himself in tender worship, tongue against lips, plying, drinking deep all that he could coax from the wolf.

He felt himself stirring, and shook his head, rueful. Maybe he really was insatiable. But he forced the thoughts out of his mind and clambered off the bed, then took a moment to look down at the sleeping wolves. Both looked easy, happy,content, and Keith's heart sang at the sight.

He didn't bother dressing. He hadn't worn anything since that first day back, when he'd undressed for the bath. For all he knew those clothes were still there, though probably either Zen or Natani had put them away. During the heat, the wolves had taken care of everything else, and Keith had taken care of the wolves, dedicating all of his time to them as they'd made themselves available, one or the other or both, in this or that body, until he'd almost lost track of which wolf was which.

He thought maybe the wolves had as well, a few times.

After he'd relieved himself, Keith's body filed its next most significant complaint, and he decided he'd better get a little something to eat first if he was going to try hibernating. The wolves had kept him well fed for the most part, but right toward the end things had gotten a little... wild, as the marathon had turned into a final sprint, and all the smaller necessities had fallen by the wayside.

Probably a good idea to rehydrate, too.

He was poking through the kitchen, trying to decide what to eat, when something caught his eye; a corner of pink, poking out from under the big brown apron hanging topmost on the peg.

Oh. Right. He'd forgotten...

Keith intended to just shift the first apron out of the way, but when he had its weight in his hand, and caught its scent -- Natani and Zen both -- he decided to try it on instead. It really was wolf-sized. He had to stand on his tiptoes to keep the front from sliding off his ankles and onto the ground.

Keith shook his head, smiling, and replaced it on the peg, taking the pink one instead, holding it up and looking at it.

The frills were maybe a bit much.

But...

Keith slipped it on, and tied the apron strings behind himself.

It fit perfectly.

And it had caught some of the wolves' scents, from the other apron.

No mirror in the kitchen... Keith padded out to the full-body mirror in the hall, and looked at himself.

He did blush.

But he also knew that he wanted the wolves to see him like that, blush and all. Wanted the reactions.

Wanted the love.

Maybe he should bring them breakfast in bed tomorrow? Hmm... no. Or, he should, if he woke up first, but not wearing the apron. Or at least, not wearing_just_ the apron. That didn't quite feel like the right use for it...

Still turning the ideas over in his mind mind, Keith returned to the kitchen and went through the pantry, collecting various fruit and vegetables, and -- in deference to the wolves -- some strips of jerky. He smiled to himself, and shook his head. They'd be_scandalized_ if he ate no meat.

He didn't bother setting himself a place and just ate at the counter, cutting this or that and popping it into his mouth, humming to himself. It was a nice kitchen. He could see himself spending a lot of time there. And at the house in general. It already felt like home. And to have a place that was just for them, out of danger... for a moment he felt nothing but gratitude, no matter how it had come about.

He heard a momentous yawn from the hallway, and turned his head just in time to see Zen emerge.

"Keith? Are you..."

Keith could see the wolf take him in, running his eyes up and down, the sleepiness on his face slowly giving way to a very complimentary look of hazy lust.

Oh. Right. He was still wearing the apron. And nothing but the apron. Giving Zen a three-quarters view of his rump.

There was that blush again, quickly followed by his own growing sense of excitement as he watched Zen's reaction. The wolf was fully naked, and there was no question that -- even after all the earlier mayhem -- he liked what he saw. Keith felt a thrill that he would still react so strongly, and became aware that his body was reacting to Zen's reaction, the apron suddenly feeling a little snug at the front. Keith pushed the knife he'd been holding a safe distance away, then half-turned, showing Zen his side profile. Tempting the wolf.

And the wolf responded, not saying a word as he closed the distance between them, turning Keith to face him, pushing him against the counter, kissing him with a slow, lazy sort of heat. So it wasn't as if he'd forgotten his exhaustion... Keith answered in the same vein, happy for something slower than the frenzy of the previous days. But if the wolf was slow, he was also heavy. Implacable. Inevitable. Keith's heart beat faster at what the kiss was telling him, and not just the kiss; the wolf was fully hard now, and Keith could feel the heat of his erection, feel the_weight_ of it against his stomach, nothing but the apron between them. His own dick was rubbing against the base of Zen's, sliding against the knot starting to form there.

And this wasn't because of the heat. This was just for him.

Zen turned Keith around, and he felt the wolf's hands roaming down the sides of the apron to his hips. Zen pulled Keith against himself, the heat of his hardness against the base of Keith's tail making his spine tingle in anticipation. Keith pushed back with his hips, rubbing againt Zen, spacing himself away from the counter only to lean down against it, looking back at the wolf as he bent over, arching his back and pushing his ass higher, trying to kiss the wolf's knot with his pucker.

He rather thought Zen liked it.

The wolf pulled on Keith's hips to grind against him, making him go up on tiptoes, and Keith shivered as he felt that hot touch of flesh on flesh, his tail twitching against Zen's shaft, the wolf throbbing in response.

Zen sighed, and some of his exhaustion shone through. "Damn lube is in the bedroom."

"Try without."

It was that kind of moment.

"You sure?"

Keith lowered his head, leaning his cheek on his hands on the counter, still looking back at Zen. His heart was fluttering in his chest, and he let it show. "Just go slow."

"Slow it is."

Zen let Keith's hips down, and he settled his stance so he could try and relax. The wolf pulled away, one of his hands leaving Keith's hips, and Keith barely had time to miss the heat of Zen's knot before it was replaced with the heat of his tip, slowly plying into Keith, teasing its way into the ring of his pucker. Keith felt himself give, and welcomed it, that familiar feeling of being spread -- of beginning to be filled -- making his dick jump in anticipation.

Zen got his tip firmly lodged under Keith's tail, but then his slow thrust came to a tight stop, each inch only adding to the friction. It didn't exactly feel dry, but there was a world of difference from a proper lube job, and Keith suddenly felt very aware again that the wolf was a lot to take. Zen just held, not pushing with his hips at all, but his hand was at his dick, slowly shifting it from side to side, trying to work it deeper in. Keith felt a throb, and some more slickness, and squeezed on the wolf's tip, trying to coax more pre out of him. Zen huffed, and Keith did it again.

Maybe it worked, or maybe it was just in Keith's head, but when he relaxed again Zen slid a little deeper, making Keith's dick give another involuntary little jump in the apron, some pre of his own squeezing out to make a wet spot on the fabric.

The wolf was so... huge, and hot, and throbbing.

"I'm going to start using my hips."

Keith nodded, and as the wolf began, sliding back a hair only to push forward two, bit his lip at the sensations. But Zen was still nothing but gentle, and as impossible as the feeling of the wolf in him was, Keith knew Zen would never hurt him. It was that trust that let him relax as the wolf slowly, thoroughly worked himself deeper. Zen's hands were on his hips again, claws pricking into his hide as the wolf worked his leverage, first pulling back, then pushing against him, then_into_ him, claiming another hard-won fraction of an inch. Keith was acutely aware of the sensations, everything becoming new again as the wolf's heat reached deeper and deeper, touching all the places, spreading into him until he felt on fire with it.

He was already trembling by the time he felt the knot touch him again, almost as snug against the base of his tail as it would be under it, signaling that he had taken all the rest of Zen. The wolf leaned over him then, putting his hands on the counter on each side of Keith's, and he could feel Zen's breath heavy on his neck, his breathing just a bit strained. The wolf nuzzled against his neck, licking, nibbling lightly with his teeth, and leaned his weight ever so slightly into Keith, pressing the knot harder against him until he began to yield to it, then eased off only to do it again, making Keith whimper and moan, his dick jerking in time with Zen's, making the wet spot on the apron grow bigger.

Keith felt completely in the wolf's power.

He wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Zen pulled back a few full inches, sending a new wave of pleasure and relief through Keith... then reversed course to sink back in at that same, slow, deliberate pace, almost making Keith's knees buckle with that_different_ kind of relief as the wolf hilted him again, knot pushing against him with a hot throb for two heartbeats. A shorter thrust, back, forward, press, making Keith's toes splay against the floor as he tried to push back, yearning for it. A gentle nip at his neck, bidding him still, and another thrust, slow, languid, heavy.

Another, the wolf grunting as he pushed in, knot spreading Keith wider before retreating.

One more.

And then, the moment that always made Keith's breath catch, as the push of the knot made it past his ring and he clamped down on it, instinctively, his tightness now pulling the wolf deeper, the knot only swelling more at the pressure, tying them together, pulling the wolf's hips flush against his ass. Keith moaned and twitched and jerked at the feel of the knot, of_all_ of Zen inside him, pulled that much deeper by his vicing on the knot, and all the hot friction of his body making peace with the intruder, finding the wolf's shape, molding to it... only for the knot to give another hard throb and get just a little bit bigger, the pressure making Keith squirm and gasp.

Zen was right there, his weight reassuring, the wolf's tongue gently licking at Keith's ears, soothing his whimpering. Keith wrapped his tail around the wolf's waist, hooking the tip of it around the base of the wolf's bushier one, and felt Zen start wagging slowly, an echo of the the motion carrying through to their joining, even that small movement intense.

The knot had stopped growing, not quite fully engorged but huge, and Keith was trembling with it, dripping into the apron as they slowly squeezed on each other.

The wolf hadn't come yet, maybe because of how much use his body had seen, or maybe because they'd gone so slow. But he had to be close. Keith squeezed on him, making both of them jerk, and felt a wet huff against his ear.

Zen nipped him on the neck again, lightly. "Behave."

Keith made an inquisitive sound, and the wolf moved his hands on the counter, covering Keith's, holding them in place as Zen licked the teethmarks out of the fur on his neck, then moved back up to his ears, the wolf's breath hot on the wet fur there. And then that broad tongue was again taking long licks along his sensitive ears, strong enough to press them down, that too making him shiver.

The wolf bucked his hips, drawing a strained moan from Keith and making him shift. Zen's hands tightened on his in response and the wolf's muzzle migrated back down to his neck, teeth working through his fur to give him another little lovebite, and Keith understood; Zen wanted to make him come first. And he wanted to be the one to do it.

Keith had no complaint, and felt like none was possible as the wolf again rolled his hips, shifting inside him in a way that made his whole body shudder and forced another moan out. This was new, the wolf still moving with purpose after they were tied, slowly thrusting into him, knot and all. New for Zen too, as he kept shifting his approach, keeping a careful hold on Keith's neck while his hips worked. Keith's mouth could barely close for all the gasping little moans the wolf drew from him, rocking him on his cock. And each time Zen hit him just right, it would send a jolt straight through his whole body, making Keith's dick twitch and sputter pre into the apron. Growing the need in him.

Gradually, the wolf began to push their hips forward, Keith having to splay his toes on the floor to keep his balance against the force and the stimulation, barely able to, his hands wanting to scrabble on the counter but Zen holding them tight. The wolf forced him forward, making his dick strain against the fabric of the apron, all the while grinding into him, rhythmically, rolling him on that last half or quarter inch, that same rhyhtm carrying straight through to Keith's twitches and jerks and spurts, Zen hitting his target square with every move of his hips.

Keith's moans went breathless, his hands balling into fists, toes straining against the floor as he pushed against the wolf, even his tail trying to wrap harder against Zen's waist as the moment came closer and closer and then was there, Zen's steady movements carrying him to his peak and then throwing him off to rare heights. Keith could do nothing to stop his whimpers as he came, unloading into the apron, Zen somehow having found something to squeeze out of him. To_keep_ squeezing out of him, as the wolf never stopped his movements, keeping control of their rhythm even through Keith's throes, every new thrust arresting his fall and making him tumble anew until all Keith could do was force his trembling legs to hold.

Still the wolf did not stop, not until he'd ground out the very last of Keith's orgasm. How he knew where the end was, Keith did not know, but he did, and finally Zen's hips stilled, holding firm against him. The wolf relaxed his hold on Keith's neck, his muzzle once again making its way up to his ears to give them some love.

For a few moments, Keith could do nothing but gather himself after the storm, until the welling of love forced him to overcome his shaky body. He freed up up one of his hands, Zen now easily letting it go, and, heart overflowing, looked for the wolf's muzzle, wanting to touch him, reach him, respond to him. He found it, found the wolf's cheek, rubbed him there, awkwardly, making Zen laugh.

The wolf gave his hand a lick. "You liked that, huh."

Words just weren't enough. Keith walked his fingers up Zen's muzzle and the wolf played along, lowering his head, letting Keith work his fingers into his scruff and pull him down, his muzzle sliding against Keith's neck to come in under his chin, the wolf laughing again quietly and rubbing against him.

Keith stroked the side of his muzzle. "I love you."

He felt one of the wolf's hands settle on his ears, caressing. "Love you too."

Keith was slowly starting to feel steadier on his feet, knees no longer in constant danger of buckling. The wolf was no less huge in him, but Keith felt... saturated, for the moment. It was easier to not be overwhelmed by the sensations. He still shuddered a little as he wriggled and pushed back on Zen, righting his stance. The wolf gave a slow throb in him, and Keith gave a very deliberate clench in answer, tugging on the wolf's knot, making Zen huff against his chin. Keith stroked his muzzle some more. "How did you not come yet?"

"I think it's how beat up I am. It's a miracle I even got hard. And then needing to be so careful..." Zen nudged him with his muzzle. "And then, I wanted to focus on you. You've been amazing, so..."

Keith smiled. "It wasn't exactly a chore, you know."

Zen licked him. "I know. But it was the heat setting the pace, and... slow is good, right?"

"Yeah. That was incredible. I just kept..." Keith decided he was steady enough to start egging Zen on. "You made me make a mess in the apron."

And he felt very sure that it wasn't going to be the last time he stained the thing on the wrong side.

Zen gave another huff, making Keith laugh. The wolf sounded almost wistful. "You have no idea how sexy you are in that thing."

"Actually... I looked at myself in the mirror."

"Did you do the twirl?"

"Maybe."

Zen sighed. "Damn."

Keith smiled. "I'll show you."

The wolf gave a slow throb in him.

"You'd better."

Keith shifted his hips forward, subtly pulling on their tie. "I will. I want to see that look on your face again."

Zen shuddered, and twitched inside him, the knot pulling them tight. "Liked that too, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I was ready to sleep for a week, but then, there you were..."

Keith clenched, and tugged with his hips again, harder. "I'm still here." A huff, and the wolf's hips jerked, pushing forward. Keith let the impact shift him, again pulling behind the knot, and the wolf groaned. "You can tug, you know. I'm not going to let you go."

"Oh?"

Zen pulled back, slowly, and Keith clenched on him, letting his hips get pulled along. It was enough to take his breath away, but the way the wolf's huffs almost turned into panting told Keith he was on the right path. Zen reversed direction again, and Keith moaned as the wolf pushed into him, slowly carrying him forward,making him clench and shudder and twitch.

Whether he'd gone soft at some point, he didn't know, but he sure was hard now.

The wolf's breathing was strained. "Really don't want to let go of my knot, do you?"

Keith shifted his feet, and could feel one of Zen's legs trembling. The wolf had to be very close. Keith had been starting to think of maybe going another round himself, but he let the idea go. It was Zen time.

Nothing wrong with a bit of teasing, though. He clenched again, making the wolf groan. Keith smiled. "Nope. It's mine now. I took it fair and square."

Zen laughed, then nudged his hips forward in just the right way to make Keith squirm. "I'm... kinda happy to let you have it, though."

Was he ever! "But if I already have it..." Keith tugged on the knot. "Then you can't give it to me. And I think it's_giving_ it to me that you like the best."

"Mmm... that's true." The wolf straightened up a bit, getting his stance, his muzzle sliding out from under Keith's chin to nuzzle his neck. Zen gave him a little lick; no teeth, just a probably-smiling reminder that he had them. Keith swiped at him with an ear, and the wolf laughed and caught it, then nibbled at the tip for a moment before that clever wolven tongue found a way to tug on it and pull it a ways into his muzzle, the wet heat and the gentle caresses of Zen's tongue making Keith shiver.

Zen tugged at him with his hips, not sharp but sudden, and Keith was so distracted that he almost let the wolf escape, knot starting to spread him before he clenched, hard as he could, making Zen groan and release his ear. But the wolf didn't miss a beat, sinking into him in a way that made Keith's spine tingle and his breath catch, only to pull back again, leaving him to scramble to squeeze down and keep him in. Forward again, with such intent that Keith whimpered, his dick twitching in the apron as the wolf pressed on him, his hands scrabbling on the counter as he tried to brace against the pleasure. But he was able to, if only barely, and the next time the wolf pulled back, Keith caught him, then leaned his weight forward, making Zen huff again, his breath hot against Keith's neck.

Their tug of war evolved, and a rhythm emerged, their movements meshing as they learned this new thing together, Zen pulling steadily away, Keith bucking against him, arresting him, pulling him back, making the wolf pant, louder and louder, his nose pressing against the base of one of Keith's ears. Zen's breath was heavy on Keith's neck, and the trembling in his leg was getting stronger and stronger, the pull of his hips harder, until finally, with a strangled sound, Zen jerked his hips, pulling back, Keith having to go on tiptoes and hang on for dear life as the wolf threatened to lift him off the ground. Zen trembled for a moment, and his knot surged, filling Keith even more and making him bite his lip. The wolf jerked again, and one of Keith's toes actually lifted off the ground for a moment before finding it again when the wolf, with a great rumbling exhalation, began to lower again, his weight settling back onto Keith even as his cock gave a long throb inside him, then another, the wolf beginning to unload. Keith squeezed a rhythm on him in response, doing what he could to enhance Zen's pleasure, eager to pay him back for the earlier. The wolf nuzzled under his chin again, his hands coming round to cover Keith's, almost as if embracing him. Keith silently negotiated one of his hands free to stroke at the wolf's muzzle instead, and he smiled as he felt Zen's smile with his fingers.

Zen was still going, emptying into Keith in slow, rolling throbs, Keith clenching around each and wondering idly if the wolf still had something in him. He almost felt like this should be making his belly bulge. And the way each wave of the wolf's pleasure crashed against him... Keith's breathing was starting to pick up even as Zen's calmed, each of his clenches on Zen also making Keith jump in the apron. It wouldn't take much to--

With a huge sigh and one last throb, Zen went lax against him, the wolf's weight settling on him fully.

He'd went and fallen asleep.

Keith tried to pinch his cheek. "Zen?"

No reaction.

With a sigh of his own, Keith slid his hand from the wolf's muzzle to the scruff at his neck, grabbing a hold to make sure he didn't slide off. "Goddammit, Zen."

The wolf just snuffled happily in his sleep.

Ah well.

Keith didn't want to try pulling out with the knot fully engorged, but once it went down a bit he should be able to manage. And his legs were probably good for another ten or fifteen minutes.

And, well. Zen_had_ said he'd been ready to sleep for a week. This was maybe a bit inconvenient, but... he didn't hate that he'd gotten that kind of reaction out of the wolf.

Or the feel of Zen's weight against him.

He heard steps, and then Natani's voice from the doorway, tired and amused. "Yeah... that would do it."

"Do what?"

Natani yawned. "He came so hard it woke me up. I can see why."

"Oh." Keith blushed at the compliment. Zen wasn't the only one he'd wanted to impress.

He could hear Natani move closer, then crouch down. The wolf's hand traced down the front of the apron to where Keith was tenting it, rubbing him through the sticky fabric. "I see you've been holding out on me."

The warmth of his hand made Keith's dick give an involuntary but not unwelcome pulse, almost like in greeting. "Zen tied me but didn't come, so he just kept..." The words trailed into a happy sigh as Natani shifted the apron to the side, giving himself access, and Keith felt that wonderful broad tongue of his slowly lick up the side of his shaft, only to curl around the tip and guide it into the wolf's muzzle. Natani did a very thorough job of cleaning him up, and was rewarded with some fresh pre for his tender care. Keith's breathing was starting to get labored again. "Natani? My knees aren't going to be able to take that."

The wolf's muzzle withdrew, but not before giving him a little parting kiss. "Mm, sorry. Got a little carried away."

Keith laughed. "Did you enchant this thing or something?"

Natani stood up, emerging into his field of view for the first time. The wolf looked tired and beautifully disheveled, but there was a familiar glint of mischief and lust that told Keith he wasn't done. Again. The wolf smiled. "No. That's just how hot you are." Keith blushed again, and Natani gave him a quick kiss. "Hang on, I'm gonna get some bedding to put down..."

The wolf left, then returned shortly with the sounds of dragging fabric. A few more moments and some rustling, and the task was apparently done.

"Okay. I'm gonna guide you down. I think I should be able to nudge Zen a bit, too. Just don't fight us."

"Okay."

Keith left himself to the wolves -- or perhaps rather than wolves plural, it was just more Natani than usual. It required a bit of a backwards tumble, Zen landing on his back, supported by Natani, and Keith landing on_Zen_, but there was no undue strain on their tie, so all that was fine.

He was very glad to be off his feet, and equal parts suspicious and expectant that he was on his back. Zen's arms were around him, pinning his arms to his sides, and between that, his head being snug under Zen's chin, and the wolf's knot still very much holding their hips tight, he was quite neatly locked into place.

Natani smiled down at him, and Keith could see the wolf's eyes roam down the apron that had once again settled on his front. He knew he was proudly tenting it, and blushed once more under Natani's scrutiny.

The wolf was looking straight at his groin. "So he knotted you but didn't come, huh?"

"Yeah."

Natani looked him in the face, thoughtful. "Hmm... I'll have to try that sometime soon."

Keith didn't have to say that he'd very much like that; the wolf would know just from looking at him.

Natani shook his head, smiling. "Insatiable."

Maybe it was kinda hard to argue otherwise, just then.

"So, what should I do with you_now_..."

But Natani didn't wait for any kind of response, instead getting down between Zen's -- and Keith's -- legs, spreading them a little wider to make room for himself, the shifting of their hips against each other sending a new jolt through Keith. And it was clearly that sort of thing that Natani had in mind. He took hold of both of Keith's ankles, and pushed his knees up, making him shiver as he shifted around the knot.

It felt barely smaller than when Zen had come.

Natani brought both of Keith's feet to his muzzle, and gave each of his pads a kiss, looking at Keith from over his toes.

Keith looked back, transfixed, hopelessly aroused, and then more, as the wolf slowly started to lick at him, broad tongue slathering and caressing his pads, making him shiver and splay his toes, only for the wolf to give them some love as well, all the while looking at him, smiling. The small nudges of Natani's hands and muzzle were causing Keith to shift against Zen, and all the sensations, all the attention was making him stain the apron some more in fitful little spurts, the pre making the fabric stick to him, the excess dripping down his shaft onto his stomach.

"Natani..."

He couldn't have put words to what he yearned for, but the wolf understood, letting Keith's feet go and fall past himself, then once again shifting the apron out of the way. Natani leaned down, dropping out of Keith's view but very there in his sensations, first the hot breath on his sack, then that wonderful tongue, pushing him around for a moment, bringing a new spurt of pre, then climbing, collecting it, muzzle once again enveloping him, this time fully, until he could feel Natani's nose press against his stomach and the wolf's tongue work him all around.

"N-Natani...!"

The wolf's muzzle slowly withdrew, with gentle suction, until only the tip was in his mouth, holding there until Keith squeezed out yet another dollop of pre for him. Natani's mouth left him with a pop, and the wolf leaned forward over him, swallowing and licking his lips.

Natani kissed him, gentle, then drew higher and raised his hips up, straddling Keith, the odd height seemingly not phasing him at all. As soon as he got himself situated, he plunged straight down, sinking onto Keith, trapping him between the sensation of himself in Natani and Zen in him.

Keith moaned, then bit his lip as Natani's weight bore him down on Zen, making him clench around the knot. Natani leaned forward to look down at him, his hair falling on Keith's chest, and churned his hips, causing them all to shift. Once. Twice. Three times.

It was far from the first time he'd been squeezed between the wolves, but it had never been like this, being ridden with the knot in him. It was far, far too much, and yet not enough. Keith struggled to get his hands free, then reached up to wrap his arms around Natani's neck and pull him down, pleading for a kiss.

Natani obliged, never stopping his hips, and Keith tensed, clenching uncontrollably around Zen, pulling that wolf deeper, pushing him deeper into the other, his balls churning to still find something to give as he spent himself once more between his loves.

Natani's muzzle never left his, but distantly Keith could feel the wolf's hand between them, granting him his own pleasure, causing him to squeeze harder on Keith, the bucking of his hips setting them both off again, their kiss fitful with their ragged breathing.

Natani slumped on top of him, still supporting himself with his arms but letting his muzzle slide past Keith's, resting for a moment before coming back up to rub against Keith, cheek to cheek. A few more moments passed, both of them catching their breaths, the exhaustion starting to catch back up with Keith in a very big way. With apparent effort, Natani heaved himself up and off him, getting one leg over to leave the straddle. The wolf looked as tired as Keith felt.

And as happy.

Natani yawned wide, then smiled at him warmly before tipping him and Zen on their sides. Natani gave Keith a kiss, then settled down next to him, one hand making a pillow for himself, the other going to Keith's topmost ear, giving him a few gentle scratches at the base before starting to rub him. Keith touched Natani's muzzle in response, thumb rubbing the wolf's cheek, and they just looked at each other for a while, small touches and slow blinks. Zen muttered something in his sleep, then squeezed tighter around Keith for a moment, and Natani smiled.

Natani gave him another kiss, then nuzzled against the top of Keith's muzzle, the wolf's eyes sliding closed as Natani let his tiredness claim him. Keith stayed awake a while longer, listening to the wolf's breathing change and deepen to match Zen's at his back.

Well... it wasn't quite what he'd had in mind, but he was between them now.

Keith wondered if he should try to wriggle out of the apron before he slept. Who knew what might happen if the wolves woke up first, and found him still wearing it?

He left it on, smiling to himself, and wrapped his arm around the sleeping Natani, the wolf nuzzling closer in his sleep, Zen also tightening his hold.

He felt profoundly loved.