{"sf1_id":1321982,"sf2_id":"k1VLJybm","title":"The Safeword is 'Papa' (ch.8)","author":"Agrius","words":605,"posted_at":"2018-04-09T15:41:00.000Z","tags":["Cuddling","Fennec","Finnick","Fox","Friendship","Gay","M/M","Nick Wilde","Red Fox","Zootopia","afterglow"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1321982-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-8","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1VLJybm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6e/ca/6eca54fb-2578-434d-8530-38e25f012f3b","description":"#8 of The Safeword is 'Papa'","content":"The air from the slowly-churning fan lanced my face as I laid there in the dark, gently combing my fingers through his fur. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNick had fallen asleep on me. \u0026nbsp;The little cunt pocket.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFor the longest time I just stared up at the ceiling, watching the blades stir the air. \u0026nbsp;I listened to the rhythmic rise and fall of Nick's breathing, menacing his flicking ear with the tip of a claw. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI love you, you slimy piece of shit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis head weighed a ton on my chest, making it difficult for me to breathe. \u0026nbsp;Can't say I minded though. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could feel his heartbeat through my belly. \u0026nbsp;He squeezed me in his sleep like I was his stuffed plaything, snuggling down against me, a contented grin on his face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI love you, you enormous pain in my ass.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis ear kept flicking underneath my chin. \u0026nbsp;I carefully gathered it up in my paw, pressing it to my lips, kissing into it. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI love you, you unimaginable bastard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFull disclosure: my ass hurt. Or rather, it was profoundly sore. \u0026nbsp;Which I guess I should have expected, given the size difference between us. \u0026nbsp;He probably rearranged some stuff up there while we were going at it. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bedside alarm read 2:04 in big boxy fluorescent numbers. \u0026nbsp;I slipped my paw into his, marveling at how our fingers dovetailed together so perfectly. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI knew that it wouldn't last. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEven then. \u0026nbsp;Even there on the bed, as we held eachother. \u0026nbsp;Even as I was falling head over heels in love with him, a part of me knew that it couldn't last forever. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe day would come when I would fuck this up. \u0026nbsp;When I would push him away for good. \u0026nbsp;It had to happen. \u0026nbsp;There was just no way it wouldn't. \u0026nbsp;I knew myself too well to believe otherwise.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI gathered his ear up again, pressing it back to my lips. \u0026nbsp;\"I love you,\" I whispered softly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mmmf,\" Nick stirred in his sleep, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. \u0026nbsp;\"Love you too babe.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI shook my head, throwing my arm up, hiding my eyes in the crook of my elbow. \u0026nbsp;At the very least, once the shit finally hit the fan, I'd have this night to remember. \u0026nbsp;The way he touched me. \u0026nbsp;The way he kissed me. \u0026nbsp;The feel of him pushing inside me for the first time. \u0026nbsp;I'd get to re-live these memories whenever I wanted, up until old age and senility took them away from me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI made a silent promise right then that, futile though it was, I would try. \u0026nbsp;I'd try my best to be the boyfriend he needed me to be, for as long as I had him for. \u0026nbsp;Whether that was a few months or a year or two. \u0026nbsp;And then, once the train finally rolled off the tracks, I'd go back to being the best friend I used to be. \u0026nbsp;No awkwardness. \u0026nbsp;No messy transition. \u0026nbsp;Easy.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'd still love him, of course. \u0026nbsp;Afterward. \u0026nbsp;From afar. \u0026nbsp;Maybe forever.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut all that was well out of sight, far down the road. \u0026nbsp;Right then, he was mine. \u0026nbsp;I could kiss him, touch him, and play with him all I wanted. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd y'know what? \u0026nbsp;The thought of that had a little grin on my face as I finally drifted off to sleep. \u0026nbsp;With Nick's head heavy on my chest. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nListening to the gentle rise and fall of his breathing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**THE END**\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"The Safeword is 'Papa'","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1185948-the-safeword-is-papa-ch-7.json"}}