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Scott's eyes were bleary as he drove the old Lincoln town car through the northern suburbs of the city towards his house. It had been an excruciatingly long night and his body ached all over from being out far later than he was used to. There were still a few hours of darkness left, and he was certain that he'd probably end up sleeping long enough to miss all of the day's sunlight.
Tim was in the seat next to him, leaning against the window and watching the streetlights go by. Neither of them had had much to drink in the past few hours that wasn't water, and Scott was pretty sure he wasn't going to drink for some time. They'd already dropped off Kyle and Jake who they had to practically carry inside as they were far too drunk and tired to properly function, and Scott took the keys to the car to drive himself home and take the car back to Kyle later.
Now that he was feeling mostly sober, Scott's mind was hard at work with the earlier events of the night that involved the wolf on the bench seat next to him. He'd gotten far too drunk and told the wolf all sorts of lewd things that he'd never had said otherwise. Tim, at least, hadn't minded, and instead took the otter up on the provocative proposals. They'd both been a little drunk at the time, and Scott didn't mind choking on the wolf's length in the slightest.
There'd been some light teasing afterwards, but it had eventually died down and Scott became increasingly worried that the wolf might be regretting some of the earlier choices. He didn't want to say anything that might make things more awkward, and he hoped that work wouldn't become strange between them. The only talking from either were the directions Tim gave to get back to his house.
Scott pulled the beast of a vehicle into the driveway next to the wolf's jeep and left the engine running as he nodded his head in acknowledgement as Tim opened the car door.
The wolf paused, looking back at Scott with a curious expression on his face. "I thought you were going to come in."
The otter's small ears twitched and his eyebrows raised up. "Hmm? I... didn't think you wanted me to or anything," he said.
"How come?"
Scott shrugged, feeling embarrassed as he was put on the spot. "Well, I mean, we didn't talk much over the past couple hours... I thought you... maybe... regretted it."
Tim's lips curled up in a slow grin that showed teeth. "Come on, rudderbutt, get out of the car and come on in." He shut the car door and started off for the front door without another word.
Scott's heart raced and he stared off at the wolf for a few seconds, fingers hesitating on the key in the ignition. He shut off the car and hurried after the wolf as Tim opened the front door to let them both in.
It was a one-story deal, likely with a basement, and with the lights off it was hard to get a good sense of the place, but it was mostly tidy, and seemed to be filled with a lot of earth tones. Tim locked the door behind Scott and then grabbed the otter's wrist, pulling him down the hallway right off the main foyer. There were several open doors, one to a bathroom, another to an office, and presumably a closet and washer/dryer, but the last one was the wolf's bedroom.
The glimpses of the living room Scott had gotten were displayed in the bedroom as well. A solid oak head and footboard adorned a king-sized bed that dominated the room. A matching dresser was against one wall, and end tables were at either side. The sheets on the bed were a dark emerald that went with the drapes, and everything was neat and orderly, except on the dresser where various bottles, clothes, and loose change had been dumped.
Tim dropped his wallet and keys on the dresser and then began slipping out of his clothes, his back to the otter who just watched with tired, but hungry, eyes. When the wolf had finished undressing he turned to face the otter, paws on his hips. "Well?"
Scott blinked a few times, eyes flicking from the wolf's face to his sheath, and then around the room to keep himself from staring. "O-oh, I just... wasn't expecting..."
The wolf barked out a laugh and ruffled the otter's long, black hair. "Come on, get undressed..." he said, walking a few steps away and into the bathroom attached to his bedroom. A few seconds later there was the sound of rushing water.
Scott blinked a few times and stepped forward to peer into the bathroom, seeing the wolf bent over a rather large tub and feeling the temperature of the water. "Oh, wow... that's big."
Tim looked back over his shoulder, tail wagging lazily as he flashed a wicked smile at the otter's words. "You definitely seem to like them big," he said.
The otter's cheeks burned bright for a second, but he smiled back and peeled off the old gym clothes he had borrowed. "I can't help it." He dropped the clothes on the bathroom floor, looking down at the matted mess of his fur around his uncut shaft.
Tim chuckled and stepped into the tub, sliding down into the water with a low groan. "Come on, I think we could both use a hot bath after everything..." he said, one eye closed as he reached out a paw towards the otter.
Scott took the wolf's paw and gingerly stepped over the edge into the tub, turning his back to his coworker and carefully sitting down between his legs. There was enough room for both of them to stretch out completely, and his toes didn't even touch the end of the tub. "I've never seen a tub this big before, except like, in pictures and in fancy hotels."
The wolf's chest rumbled pleasantly and he brought both paws up to the otter's shoulders to begin rubbing and squeezing at the sore muscles. "Mmm, I had it installed shortly after I bought the place. Showers are quicker, but sometimes it's nice to take a hot bath and stretch out to soak."
"Ooh, yeah... I don't remember the last time I took a bath," Scott said, closing his eyes as the wolf's paws kneaded his shoulders and neck. The water was hot almost to the point of unbearable, and it felt wonderful as it soaked into him. It had been longer since someone had given him attention like this, and he found himself slowly drifting off to sleep as the wolf ran his paws over his body.
The otter jerked awake when he felt teeth graze over his neck and he shuddered and let out a soft moan. "O-oh, hey..."
Tim laughed softly and squeezed the otter tight against his chest, nuzzling into his neck. "Guess you were pretty beat," he said, circling a finger around the otter's bellybutton with his left paw while the right one idly stroked up and down his chest.
The water was noticeably cooler, though still warm, and he could see soap suds over the surface of the water. "Did I fall asleep?"
"For a little while," the wolf replied, running both paws up over the otter's body and squeezing him tight against his chest. "You were snoring for maybe twenty minutes or so, so I got us cleaned up and tried not to wake you," he said.
The otter groaned softly and sat forward, feeling the wolf's arms slip from around his chest and then rake claws gently down his back. "Ooh, guess I was more tired than I thought," he said, carefully getting to his feet.
Tim got up as well and started draining the water before he stepped out onto the mat, grabbing towels for them both. "Same. It was hard not to fall asleep," he said, yawning wide as he began drying himself.
Scott's mind was hazy with exhaustion as he finished getting dry and stepped out into the cool air of the bedroom. Paws turned him around and lips met his own, forcing him to take a few steps back until he was pushed backwards onto the bed. The weight of the wolf was atop him and their lips stayed together as a deep growl entered through his parted muzzle and vibrated his entire body.
Tim held the otter down against the bed and slid his tongue in against the otter's, kissing him hard and grinding himself down against the smaller male. He broke the kiss after a few seconds and dragged his tongue across the otter's jawline down over the curve of his neck before giving it a firm bite.
The otter arched upwards off the bed and his paws gripped the wolf's back, fingers tugging at fur as he felt the sharp teeth dig into his neck. The pain made his fur stand on end and his blood boiled with a renewed vigor. The hazy fog of exhaustion receded as lust took over, and he found himself grinding back upwards against the wolf's hips.
The teeth pulled away and delivered a set of smaller, sharp bites up along his neck and then to his tiny ears before the wolf growled into his ear, voice choked with lust. "You wanna play with that fat knot you were so excited about earlier?" he asked, tail wagging behind him as he dry-humped his plump sheath over the otter's groin.
Scott's entire body shuddered and his cheeks turned red as he remember servicing the wolf in the parking lot behind The Pit. His shaft began to swell up and he nodded quietly, fingers tracing up and down over Tim's spine.
"Say it," the wolf rumbled, tongue tracing the rim of the otter's ear, a few inches of his shaft peeking free of his sheath as it dragged over the short, fine, brown fur.
"Y-yes... I wanna play with your knot," the otter whispered, eyes shut as he bit his lip to keep from moaning.
The wolf scooted forward a few feet and knelt over the otter's chest, balls hanging just above where Scott's nipples were. "Come on, then."
Scott's eyes flicked open and he looked up to see the heavy sheath hanging forward, several inches of wolf cock already exposed. He reached up and squeezed that furry, grey holder, another inch sliding free in his palm as it pulsed against his paw. He tugged the skin slowly back up, watching the wolf's member disappear back into the fat sheath, pre welling up at the tapered tip before dripping down over the otter's paw. Its owner groaned in pleasure and shivered, hips fighting to keep still.
The otter's own shaft was hard as a rock between his legs and pre ran down over his foreskin and along his shaft. He watched in utter fascination as his paw tugged the wolf's sheath up and down, baring more and more slick length before covering it back up again. Each downward tug earned several hearty throbs and wet the otter's paw with an increasing amount of pre. A minute or two of this went by until the otter could no longer cover the wolf's length anymore, and pre was now spurting from the tip against his chest and neck instead of just dribbling down from the tip.
Tim didn't say a word as the otter explored and teased his cock. He watched through half-lidded eyes, chest rumbling with approval and arms hanging at his side. "Damn otters always driving me wild... come on and slip your lips over it, I know you wanna taste it again."
Scott's eyes shone in the dim light coming from the bathroom as if he suddenly remembered that was even an option. It was difficult with the wolf kneeling over him, but he curled forward and wrapped his lips around the first few inches of the wolf's member, earning a healthy spurt of pre against his tongue. He whined happily around the wolf's length and pushed his muzzle down as far as he could manage in this position, one paw behind him to keep himself up while the other squeezed the low-hanging balls between the wolf's legs.
"Ooh, feels really good when you do that," Tim grunted, paws gripping the otter's shoulders and rocking forward a couple inches to sink more of himself into the warm muzzle. His knot was slowly starting to grow and it bulged out the edges of his sheath.
One of the otter's paws trailed up from the heavy balls and gripped the taut flesh of the wolf's sheath, tugging it down over the swell of the big knot. He was rewarded with a throb and a spray of hot pre along the roof of his mouth as he freed the rest of the wolf's shaft. Tim's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he groaned in pleasure, humping forward to bang the top of his knot to the otter's lips.
"F-fuck, that always feels so good," he said, claws running over the back of Scott's head as the otter moaned and bobbed over his length. "I think it's time for you to get a better feel for it, though."
The wolf's shaft dragged backwards from the otter's muzzle, popping free and spraying his lips and cheek with a watery jet of pre. It bobbed in front of the otter's face and Scott leaned back in to drag his tongue over the tip again, eyes closed in bliss.
Tim let the otter lap at his shaft for a few seconds before scooting backwards and wandering over to his dresser. He picked up a small bottle of lube and sauntered back towards the bed, shaft swaying. "So, how do you want it, rudderbutt?" he asked, grinning down at the otter ear to ear.
Scott wiped some pre from the corner of his lips on the back of his paw and a shiver ran through him that had nothing to do with the cool air of the bedroom. "Oh, uh," he ran a paw over his thigh and squeezed the base of his own cock, pre welling from the head and running down his shaft. "Mmf, I like being on my back," he said.
The wolf squirted a healthy amount of lube onto his paw and then smeared it along his length as he leaned forward against the bed with his knees. "Scoot towards me," he said, his clean paw tugging lightly on the otter's thick, brown tail.
Scott obeyed and moved to the edge of the bed so his tail hung off the side and between the wolf's legs. The wolf grabbed one of his legs, and he lifted the other, wrapping them around Tim's waist as two fingers slipped between his legs to press at his passage. It had been a while since he'd taken another male, but he had a few toys to keep him company in the meantime and those two fingers sunk into him with little effort.
Tim watched his fingers slide into the otter and then wiggled them around, grinning as he turned his attention to the otter's face. He caught the expression over Scott's muzzle as those fingers began pressing on his prostate. The otter's body arched and he felt the ring clench on his fingers. "Oh, like that, eh?" he asked.
"A-ah! Oh god," the otter breathed, paws clenching at the bed to keep his arms from suddenly flailing about. He tried to reply, but another jab at his prostate made him whimper and he just nodded emphatically.
The wolf slipped a third finger in with the others and his cock throbbed at the noises the otter made from his attention. "Rrf, do you want more?" he asked, wiggling his fingers around as he pushed them in as deep as he could manage.
Scott nodded quickly, breathing hard as he let his head roll to one side. "Yes, f-fuck me..." he muttered, trying to relax for what he was waiting for.
"And what about my big, fat knot that you love?" the wolf teased, leaning forward to grind his cock up between the otter's cheeks as his fingers pulled back.
The otter's face burned a hot red and he lifted his head to look down between his legs at the growing bulb of flesh. He hadn't taken something that big in a while, but he was certain he couldn't say no to it. "Bury it in me," he whispered, lips curled in a shy smile as he let his head fall back to the bed.
Tim growled and pressed the tip of his cock to the otter's passage and then slid forward. The lube made the first few inches easy and both groaned out as the wolf's shaft spread the otter open. He ground forward until the swell of his knot pressed against the otter's ring, stretching him just a little before Tim pulled back.
Scott's muzzle hung open as he fought back a few unmanly noises of wanton pleasure. His paws dug into the sheets and his toes curled behind the wolf's back. He pulled the wolf close with his legs as the wolf drew back, wanting to feel that thick shaft inside him once more. He didn't have to wait long as the canine member pressed back into him, stretching him again. Pre drizzled down over his length and onto his stomach, running off one side and onto the silky sheets beneath him, but he had no mind for that now.
Tim watched the otter's face with a matched expression of enjoyment on his own. The otter accepted his length with ease but gripped him no less tightly. It was like sliding his shaft into a hot, wet sleeve built exclusively for his shaft and his knot ground deliciously against the rim of that tight muscle, searching for passage. He leaned over and buried his muzzle in the otter's neck, biting at his flesh as he began a slow, forceful rhythm that rocked the otter back and forth on the sheets.
Scott's arms wrapped around the wolf's chest and held on tight to his fur, legs squeezing around his waist as his entire body was rocked back and forth atop the bed. He tilted his head to the side to give the wolf more room and felt those teeth readjust on his neck for a better grip. The otter whined happily and clenched down on the thick pole sliding in and out of him.
Tim widened his stance and picked up his pace, shortening his movement and hammering the otter's prostate with quick, deep thrusts. His knot was fully engorged and it smacked noisily against the otter's entrance, pre drooling from around the canine's shaft. With every thrust he tried to work himself in a bit more, feeling the otter's pucker resist the fat bulb.
The otter's heart beat quickly against his chest and he could feel the wolf's matching his own with their bodies pressed tight. The soft, damp fur of the wolf's abdomen teased the head of his uncut cock and he strained to try and hump against it, knowing that he was close enough that any stimulation would push him over the edge.
The wolf's lip curled away from his teeth as he felt his orgasm start to build behind his balls, traveling up his shaft. His humping grew more erratic and his paws moved to Scott's shoulders to hold him firmly in place. He began ramming hard into the otter, balls slapping the underside of that thick tail as he plowed forward. He felt his orgasm hit and cum sprayed forward into the otter in a thick rush. The wolf's body convulsed and he gave one hard thrust forward.
Whether it was the increased force, or the fact that he'd worn away at the otter's resistance, the fat knot beat through the otter's ring and tied the two together as cum pumped deep into the otter's passage, filling him with warm, wolf seed.
Scott's short claws dug hard at the wolf's back as he was knotted and he cried out in pain, feeling the teeth on his neck move and clamp down on his shoulder. There was a loud snarl, muffled only by his flesh, and then he felt the heat spreading through his insides. His vision went black and he was certain he blacked out for a moment as his own climax hit with the force of a tsunami. Cum gushed from the head of his uncut shaft and thick ropes littered both their chests and stomach as they shook against each other.
Tim's legs shook and he twitched violently as he fought back the primal urge to bite down even harder. His hips gave a sharp tug backwards and his knot pulled back with an audible slop of cum before he shoved forward again, locking them together once more. Cum drooled from around his cock and poured out along the underside of the otter's tail as more kept pumping into his insides.
The otter saw stars as the turgid knot breached his passage twice more and he spasmed as his balls emptied out between them. His mouth felt dry and his body ached once more, but it was a satisfied, fulfilled ache that left him a tired, happy, mess, both literally and figuratively. His arms fell from the wolf's back and he collapsed back on the bed, panting like he'd just finished a mile run.
Tim carefully released the otter's shoulder, tasting just a hint of warm, coppery blood. There were spots in his vision from how tightly his eyes had squeezed shut and he the muscles in his legs and arms were still twitching on their own as he tried to regain complete control. "Sh-shit... sorry," he whispered, letting his head fall back onto Scott's shoulder.
"Nngh?" the otter mumbled unintelligently, content to just lay there and feel the fat knot inside him pulse in time with the wolf's heart against his chest.
"I might have bitten you a bit too hard," he said, laughing softly and nuzzling at the otter's cheek tiredly.
"I don't care... I needed that more than you can imagine," Scott said softly, returning the nuzzle and yawning wide. "I don't think I'll be able to move again tonight, though... I feel like I'm half dead..."
Tim nodded in silent agreement and carefully rolled the otter over, both of them moaning or whining as the huge knot turned inside the otter's passage. Then the wolf climbed up on top of the bed and adjusted them both so their heads were laying on the pillows.
Scott reached out and pulled the edges of the blankets close, not needing them just yet. "I'm... really glad you didn't regret earlier..." he whispered.
Tim opened one of his eyes, peering at the back of the otter's head. "Not at all," he said, and then kissed the back of Scott's neck. "If you're interested, too, we should try spending some time together outside of work. Not at a bar or anything, either," he said.
The otter ran one of his paws down until he found one of Tim's and squeezed it tight in his own. "Yeah, I think I'd really like that," he said, lacing his fingers with the wolf's.