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Evals closed the door behind them, and as soon as he turned around Mike was on him, nudging Evals back against the door and reaching up to wrap his arms around his neck. Evals only had time to catch a glimpse of that happy little smile and the blush he loved so much, and then muzzle met muzzle, lips met lips, and his eyes slid closed, the rest of the world falling away as he returned the kiss, once again lost in the wonder of it. He put his hands at the fox's sides, to pull him closer, and to slide under his shirt and around his back, to feel his soft fur and the heat of his body, and to squeeze Mike that much closer to him.

It had been two weeks since that first time, with Adira, and it was as if each day the pull between them grew greater, until they could barely keep their hands off each other when they were in public.

And in private, well...

Mike broke the kiss, sliding his muzzle forward to the side of Evals' throat, the fox's nuzzling filling him with even more of that fluttery warmth, and then a tinge of something else as he both heard and felt Mike inhale, deep, tasting his scent. The fox was always saying how he liked it... and Evals knew what he meant. Evals pulled Mike into a closer embrace, dipping his own muzzle down to nuzzle at one of the fox's ears, taking in his scent as well, best he could. It wasn't as if it had changed, exactly, but... it had taken on new meanings, new significance, deepening by the day, until just catching a whiff of the fox was enough to put a smile on his face, or more. So yeah, he knew just what Mike meant.

And sometimes when Mike said it, it wasn't Evals' neck where his nose was buried. Those times made his heart flutter in a whole different way, and just the stray thought of it was enough to make him surge in his pants. Not that it took a lot, exactly, especially since they hadn't done anything yesterday.

He could hear the fox's smile. "Eager, are we?"

Evals laughed. "For you? Yeah. It can wait though."

"Actually..." Mike pulled away, looking up at him, and there was that smile and that blush. "I think I'm ready to try again."

Evals' heart did a happy little jump. "Soreness all gone?"

"Not a twinge today."

Evals grinned. "Well then. What's the position?"

Mike pressed a kiss to his lips, and he felt the fox's hands go to his sides, then slide under his shirt and around his back, lingering there for a moment, fingers scratching near the root of his tail, making it wag hard enough to tug at his clothes. Mike unbuttoned his tail, gave him a few more scratches, and then pulled his hands around to Evals' front, fingers dipping inside his waistband, starting to tug out and down.

Mike broke the kiss and smiled, a bit of teasing mischief in his look. "You'll see. But... I wanna get a taste first."

And with that, he pulled Evals' pants down, freeing him to hang out in the open. The fox went down to his knees in the same motion, and then his hands came back up to Evals' hips, pressing against him for support, pushing him back against the door, and then his muzzle was dipping down...

Evals let out a breath as Mike nuzzled in right under his knot, the touch making his cock jump, and then bap the fox on the nose. Mike tried again, this time following through on the motion, pushing up and keeping the contact despite Evals' twitches. For a moment the fox just held there, his eyes closed, and Evals could feel him inhale slowly, and then the hot breath on his sack as Mike parted his lips to exhale, to lick his lips... and then that tongue darted out, just for a moment, drawing a tingling line up Evals' sack.

Mike swallowed, exhaled again, and then opened his eyes to look up at Evals. Finding him looking back, the fox kissed him on the knot, nose giving way to lips and tongue, tender and teasing, making him throb, a long series of warm shivers shooting through his body as that tongue dragged at him, then curled around the base of his knot, tugging. Evals groaned, leaning against the door, struggling to keep his hips still as Mike made out with his knot, coaxing out a heavy stream of pre that started to trail down from his tip. That didn't escape the fox, who moved up, broad tongue pulling up his shaft to meet it, gather it, all the way to the tip-- and in the same motion, Mike let Evals slip into his muzzle, the fox's eyes closing again as he focused on what he was doing, and Evals' own eyelids soon fluttering closed with the sensations.

Mike liked to practice, and he'd gotten very good, very quickly. Evals let out a strained sigh as the fox worked him, lips and tongue forming a seal for gentle suction, his head moving in a pattern-- first dipping lower, bringing Evals' cock deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, before tilting his muzzle up and pulling back to the tip, only to repeat the motion again -- down and deeper, up and off, the circular bobbing quickly working Evals up to the point where his knot was full and throbbing, and he was spurting pre on the fox's tongue every third or fourth bob of that head. He opened his eyes, to maybe distract himself from the sensations, but sight did little to quell the building pleasure; seeing Mike work him, the fox's eyes still closed, so intent, so... driven.

He'd been surprised by that, at first; Mike had always been a little timid -- not that he didn't speak his mind, or stand his ground, but he certainly never imposed, usually happy to just go along with those who felt more strongly. So when he'd taken to... following his instincts, when it came to Evals, with such directness, it had thrown him a little -- but then he'd understood. For him, this was all new. But Mike... Mike had known first, and he'd been holding back. So when he no longer needed to...

And Evals wanted to protect that courage, that almost shy confidence that the fox showed. Protect it, reward it, return it, twice over.

The upwelling of love did help him push back the simpler pleasure, a little. But still...

"Mike..." Evals laughed gently. "You keep that up and you're gonna get a lot more than a taste."

Mike's ears twitched with his words, and he slowed his bobbing, finally coming to rest with just the tip in his muzzle. He suckled on it for a moment more, making Evals shiver, then slowly opened his eyes, looking up at him. The fox smiled around his cock, then let it slip out of his mouth.

"Got kinda..." Mike licked his lips, swallowed, leaned forward past his hardness "... carried away..." The fox touched his nose high on Evals' thigh, maybe to catch his breath, maybe to catch something else as he angled his muzzle, nuzzling into the side of Evals' sack, the touch sending a jolt through his body. "I really do... like your... scent..." A jolt and a sweet shiver, as Mike slowly exhaled, tickling his fur, then tasted his lips again, then more.

That always served to put ideas in Evals' head, and this time the thought was that he wouldn't mind pressing his own nose against Mike's sack and getting even... more... familiar... with the fox's scent, and his taste, both now so precious to him.

He wouldn't mind that at all.

Would give him some time to recover, too, after that. "Do you maybe want me to, uh..."

Mike gathered himself, easing out of the nook he'd burrowed into, and looked up at Evals, the fox's eyes half-lidded, and a blush that had no shred of embarrassment on his face. Mike kissed him on the knot, slowly, drawing a throb in response, and smiled. "You know what I want."

What can you even say to that? Evals exhaled, willing his body to calm, and pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. "Where's the lube?"

Mike fished out the bottle from one of his pockets, and showed it to him with a smile. It had been a gift from Adira -- 'to young love', she'd said, to two blushes and no objections -- and they'd put it to great use; as little of the slick liquid as it took on any given time, they'd worked their way through almost half the bottle already.

The fox pulled off his own shirt, quite derailing Eval's train of thought for a moment. Mike glanced at him, a blushy smile on his face, and dropped his shirt on top of Evals'. Evals returned the smile... and maybe the blush, too. Even there, their scents were mingling. Mike took the bottle...

For him to have had the bottle with him... he'd wanted to be prepared, even if the day had taken them somewhere else than right back to their room. That thought didn't help Evals' excitement any. Nor did the touch of the fox's oil-slicked fingers, rubbing first at his tip, then squeezing down his shaft, slicking him up with a series of slow pumps, before reaching for his knot-- and slowly coating it, with gentle touches, making Evals throb and twitch. When Mike's fingers curled behind his knot, tight to his base, to make the coat complete, he had to fight to keep his hips from bucking. Mike's fingers lingered, giving him a slow squeeze, and fresh spurts of his pre dripped to the floor.

Would have to clean that up later.

Mike finished, leaving him glistening and ready, in more ways than one, and Evals leaned harder against the door, catching his breath. Maybe he should have rubbed one out yesterday.

Or two.

Or...

But he hadn't expected this.

Well, not today, anyway.

Mike got to his feet and proceeded to half-dance out of his pants, not so much to entice him, but because he didn't want to get the stuff on his clothes and only had one hand to work with. Evals would have been glad to help, but the fox had it sorted before he could make the offer, his pants hitting the floor, and Mike stepping out of them to stand before him wearing nothing but his hairband. The fox had half-turned away, and was looking back at Evals, shapely butt on full display, and just the tip of his cock peeking out past his side. He grinned at Evals' expression, then stole a kiss before grabbing a towel and moving over to the bed -- though not before quickly ducking down to wipe the floor. He got down on the bed on his knees and elbows -- careful not to get oil on the bedding -- then looked back at Evals over his shoulder and, swaying his hips slowly, lifted his tail, revealing his pucker... and his cock, swaying under him, counterpoint to his hips. Smiling and blushing, he stopped his hips, then reached behind himself with his slicked fingers, rubbing them against his entrance... taking his time with it, too... before pulling his hand back, this time to the towel, to rub what he could off his hand. When he was done, he spread the towel out under himself.

Evals shook his head, smiling. Never imposing, never wanting to make work for others...

Well, except the kind of work Evals very much did not mind doing. He got up on the bed behind Mike, sliding his knees into place to the outside of the fox's, feeling out how the mattress settled under their weight...

Mike had his hips raised just right. Evals ran his hands up the sides of the fox's rump, settling them where he could best grasp, his fingers easily finding their holds, precious and familiar. He eased closer, the tip of his cock easily finding its mark, that hot touch of flesh against flesh enough to make his breath quicken. He nudged forward, against that resistance, not driving to enter just yet, savoring the moment... and then thrust slowly, exhaling as his tip squeezed into the heat of that tight hole, Mike clenching softly around him in greeting.

He was never going to get tired of that feeling, and for a moment he indulged in it, only burying a few inches of himself before backing off again, letting himself pop out, nestle again between those cheeks, only made slicker by a fresh dollop of his pre, then push forward anew. Once, twice, more... until Mike started wriggling his hips, and then pushing them back against his thrusts, trying to take more of him, even his tail wrapping loosely around Evals in an attempt to pull him closer. A part of him wanted to pull back in turn, to keep teasing the fox, but... it was a small part. He liked what came next too much for that.

Leaving himself inside, he shifted closer, to give himself a few more inches of easy reach-- and then raised his hips higher, thrusting down at an angle as he started giving those inches to Mike, knowing how it would make the fox squirm, and his cock twitch and spurt on the towel below him.

"Yesssssssssssss..."

Mike's head fell down to his hands, his eyes fluttering closed, and his hips jerked, his muscles squeezing around Evals in an unstable rhythm. Evals smiled, and changed the angle again, thrusting down even steeper, really making him feel it, enjoying Mike's reactions even more than the fox's desperate clenching. He slipped into a steady rhythm, neither fast nor slow but deliberate, intent, trying to hold back his own pleasure, and to push Mike's on. The fox was still trying to thrust back with his hips, but faltering, the growing trembling in his body already too strong for him to muster force.

Evals could both see and feel it coming, the fox's expression getting more and more lost in his pleasure, all in pace with his clenches getting deeper and more irregular, coming from a place beyond control.

"Ahh... Evals... Evals!"

Evals thrust in deeper, burying most of his shaft in the fox, and then just held on to Mike's hips as they bucked, bucked, bucked with his release, pumping on Evals' cock, the rippling spasms of the fox's body driving through them both, and almost, almost pulling Evals along-- but he managed to hold on, and when Mike's throes finally started to subside, Evals could feel himself start to back away from the edge.

Evals let out a long breath. That had been a near thing. His balls felt heavy, and were starting to ache for release.

But that hadn't been the main number.

When he felt he could move again, he shifted closer once more, sliding even deeper into the still trembling Mike, until his knot kissed the fox's entrance, drawing a fresh shiver from them both. That touch always made Evals' hips want to start jerking, raw instinct striving to take over, but he knew that if he let that happen he would spend himself in moments, his knot still wedged against the base of Mike's tail, not under it. So he forced himself to back off, slowly pulling his hips back, in no danger of slipping out with their closeness. Mike let out a trembling sigh with his retreat, and then, when he reversed course again, grinding against his most sensitive spots, the fox's breath caught, only to release in a stifled groan, as shaky as his hips. Evals pushed forward until his knot, throbbing at their contact, once more nestled against the base of the fox's twitching tail.

And then he pulled away again, just as slowly.

"You can... go... faster..."

Evals leaned forward, his hands leaving Mike's hips to brace on the bed by his sides, and he leaned his muzzle against the fox's neck, laughing quietly. "I really, really can't. Not if I wanna last."

Mike's laugh answered him, a little strained, but in a good way. "Then..." and he felt the fox's hand on his, settling on top, loosely grasping his wrist. "Go slow."

Evals kissed the side of his muzzle, his heart fit to burst. "I will."

And he did. Smooth full thrusts, all the way from where he could feel Mike's ring squeeze around the base of his tapered tip, pushing in, his widening shaft following that point, spreading the fox wider, tighter, hotter, angling down to grind against his pleasure, making him shiver and moan, then pushing deeper, in part bending to follow the fox's shapes, in another molding them to fit him instead. And at the end of each thrust, his knot, coming to rest against that already stretched ring of muscle, leaning, nudging, not hard enough to risk hurting Mike, but hard enough to make him jerk and squeeze-- and then Evals was pulling away again, making the fox whimper and himself strain for control, fighting to not get pulled into a tight, desperate rut that would end it all.

Somewhere in there, Mike found enough control to start bracing his hips against Evals' thrusts, and then to push back against him, the hot kiss of flesh on flesh deepening as they worked their hips together, grinding against each other at the culmination of each slow, heavy thrust. Mike was slowly beginning to spread around him, that tight ring of muscle beginning to yield and tremble and clench around a part of his knot, and not just against it, so, so close, but still... not... there...

It was hard to do anything more than hold on, but Evals could see that it was the same for Mike, the fox's face scrunched up with the intensity of it... but also unmistakably lit with pleasure. Mike's breathing was quick and frantic, coming to a gasping halt for a moment each time Evals pressed in, prompting Mike to try and push back, the fox squirming around his girth, the trembling of his hips again getting stronger, and starting to turn into fitful little jerks that churned around and against Evals. He was getting desperately close, but seeing Mike like that he decided that, no matter what, he would not let himself go before he got the fox off again. He started angling his thrusts more, as steeply as he could, grinding against Mike's most sensitive places with more and more of his weight, making the fox twitch and jerk and squirm under him, his hips going weak, his clenching against Evals growing more and more frantic-- until once again, with a drawn out moan, his hips bucked, once, twice-- and Evals thrust forward, giving Mike as much of himself as he could for the fox to clench around. He held his knot tight against Mike, bearing down with his weight, holding that contact despite the bucking of the fox's hips, feeling his own pleasure rushing closer and closer--

Mike clenched, as hard as he ever had, and then unclenched -- and a fluttering heartbeat later, clenched again on Evals' knot, the sensation of that ring of muscle constricting around the base of his knot making Evals' world spin, and his knot surge like never before, even as it was being crushed on all sides by the fox's clenching. Mike's moan deepened into a groan, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as his hips jerked, pulling on their tie--

The orgasm slammed into him like a crashing wave, his balls clenching almost painfully as he began to unload, his knot giving a long throb with every heavy jet of seed he squeezed out into the fox, deeper than he'd ever reached before. His hips were mashed against Mike's in one unending, uncontrollable thrust, bearing the fox down into the mattress, pinning him with his weight. Mike's hips continued to twitch and jerk under him, the fox's rippling clenches passing through them both, pulling on their tie, completing it, and drawing out Evals' orgasm like never before, his peak stretching out farther and farther with every churn of the fox on his knot.

This was how it was supposed to be.

An eternity of pleasure later, Evals was beginning to get his breath back, still buried to the hilt in Mike, the fox now prone on the bed. Evals was draped over him, but careful not to put all of his weight on Mike, leaning down on his elbows instead, his muzzle tucked over Mike's shoulder.

His world was full of the fox's scent, and the warmth of his body.

Mike's breathing was still ragged, and though they were less frequent now, trembling clenches still passed through him, each one drawing a happy groan from Evals as it squeezed on his aching knot, drawing a slow throb in response.

"It's just... not... stopping..."

Evals pulled his muzzle up the side of Mike's neck, then started licking him on the side of his muzzle. Mike laughed, but it turned into another moan, another jerk of his hips, another panting squirm. Evals kissed him on the cheek, and held him even closer, wrapping his arms around the fox. Mike panted for a few moments more, and then his tail wrapped around Evals in response, finding his tail, curling around the base of it. Evals answered in kind, their tails intertwining behind them, love answering love answering love.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Mike tried to turn his head to look at him, and what Evals could catch of his expression made his heart surge in a way that made his knot pale in comparison. He kissed the fox on the cheek again, then nuzzled over him, bringing his muzzle to the top of Mike's head, his hands seeking out the fox's.

Another slow clench worked its way through the both of them, drawing forth twinned groans, Mike's sounding like he was maybe biting his lip.

It took a moment more for his shaky breathing to calm. "Don't... don't know if I'll be able to... to walk today."

Evals laughed gently. "Then we'll just have to stay in bed."