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The First Night

~Alex~

It took me a little while to figure out where to take Jazpyr this evening for our date. At first I thought about flying him across the country on my families private jet to wherever he wanted to eat and shop, maybe even get him in to see a movie that's not out yet. With my mother and brother both being actors, it wouldn't be difficult. I wanted to do something impressive, then maybe take him to a hotel, fool around, hold him while he slept, and fly him back home before the sun rises the next day. I would have liked to keep him for more than a night, but he said that he had work tomorrow, and so do I.

As much as all of that sounds great, I realized that it was all too much. If I wanted to keep my identity a secret I'd have to tone it down a few hundred thousand dollars... besides, even though I don't know him to well, the fox didn't seem like the kind of person who would be swooned by fancy dates. On the upside, it was cheaper this way (not that it really mattered), the downside, however, was that I don't know how to date like regular people.

I wound up spending about an hour and a half on google trying to get ideas for a "regular" date (not my proudest moment), but most of them seemed dreadfully dull; dinner at a "expensive" restaurant, a movie, taking a drive through the countryside, though that last one seemed better experienced during the day, ect. ect.

The movie idea was a bust because nothing good was playing. The only thing that looked relatively interesting was a movie that my brother play's the main character in, and the only problem with that was that I can't enjoy a movie if I know the actor as well as I know my own brother, takes the emersion out of it. Driving through the countryside was also no good because, as I said, it'd be to dark. That just left the restaurant, along with a handful of other ideas. I'm not particularly picky when it comes to restaurant food (unlike the rest of my family), however, for a date I can be exceedingly tedious of where we eat.

Eventually, I settled on a relatively popular and expensive restaurant not to far from my hotel, convincing myself that tonight wasn't about me, it was about Jazpyr. The rest of the nights events would probably have to be played out by ear. Because we'd be in downtown Flagship, we'd be pretty close to the docks, so maybe we could go there after dinner to let the food settle. After that, I'd ask him I'd he'd be willing to go back to the hotel and the rest would be easy from there.

Damn, it's not like me to put so much thought into a simple date...

When 7:00 o'clock finally rolled around, I started getting ready. I showered, taking care to clean everywhere, got dressed in blue jeans, a dark red oxford, and a thin black blazer, and was out the door and on my way to Jazpyr's by 7:40. I decided not to wear any scents; I learned firsthand that it's way more potent to foxes than most other species.

On the way to Jazpyr's I started feeling strangely nervous. What if he didn't like the restaurant? Or he hates the docks? I know foxes tend to stay away from anywhere that smells strongly, and the lake definitely has a noticeable scent. Not a bad one (not to me anyway), but he'd certainly feel it more than myself.

But even with my nervousness, I couldn't help but be equally excited to see him again.

It took longer to get to the fox's house than I thought it'd be. As I mentioned before, my hotel is downtown by the lake. Jazpyr, however, lives just outside the city limits on the opposite side. Flagship city is by no means a 'large' city, but getting from one side to the other took me a good twenty minutes, and then an additional two minutes to find the correct house when I finally pulled onto the designated road.

When I finally found his house, I was a little impressed with it and the surrounding neighborhood. All throughout Flagship I've noticed that a lot of houses appear old and very close together, making it borderline claustrophobic just to look at. Jazpyr's neighborhood, on the other hand, sported very nice, modern looking, spacious houses. They also each had quite a bit of space easily fitting in five or six smaller houses in between them.

The fox's house was slightly smaller than the others, being only the one story high building around, but was equally as nice as the rest.

I'm not sure what I was expecting, but knowing that he worked three jobs and that he lived with relatives, I thought that he might be living in like, I don't know, a trailer park or something, being starved of space and looking slightly rundown like most of the other houses in the city.

I pulled into the long driveway that lead to the double door garage that sat parallel to the house. I got out of my rental car to walk up to the front door when the sound of a different door opening caught my attention. The side door in between the house and the garage opened and out stepped a beautiful white vixen. She was wearing tight black jeans that left little to the imagination, a large white sweater that hid her cleavage and ended mid-thigh, a long golden chain necklace with a pendant or locket hanging in the center, and large black eyeglasses that rested nicely on the bridge of her snout. Who was this gorgeous lady? Jazpyr's sister? He said he had a lot of siblings... But I thought he was living with his aunt, uncle and cousins?

The vixen stepped down from the small porch and approached me. That's when I finally got a look at her eyes. Emerald green.

"Hi," Jazpyr's soft voice comes from the fox standing in front of me, sending blissful waves down my spine. "Did you find the place okay?"

A light breeze carried the sweet scent of strawberries from the fox to my nostrils. I didn't even realize I missed his scent until now and drank it in, trying to collect myself and stop staring at the beautiful fox.

"Uh, y-yeah! I found it okay. Sorry I'm late." I say as I lean in for a customary muzzle touch. Jazpyr leans in and I breath in his downright addicting scent. What kind of perfume is that? It's always on him and it makes my mind swim like I was drunk. "You look and smell great." I say, trying to keep the slightly horny growl out of my voice.

Fuck this kid is gorgious.

The fox's ear flicks and he looks away from me bashfully. "You do too." He says quietly. He looks like he's hesitating for a split second before he steps up close to me, closer than he's ever been, and tugs slightly on the collar of my shirt before running his delicate fingers down the front so lightly, it feels like butterfly kisses. "I really like your shirt."

My knees get weak and the crotch of my pants get tight. Damn! If he doesn't stop, we won't make it to dinner and we definitely won't make it back to the hotel. The scent of strawberries got stronger and all I wanted to do was burry my nose in his neck to get more of it. I wanted to explore every inch of him with my paws, to feel his small body under me, I wanted to be inside of hi- "You feeling alright?" Jazpyr asks innocently, forcing me out of my trance. His scent isn't overpowering anymore I feel as if I had just woken up from a dream. I look at him to see that he was standing a few feet away from me, appearing to have not moved at all to begin with. He has a concerned look on his face, holding his paw up with his fingers pinched together. "There was a clump of fur on your shirt." he says, showing my the black fur between his fingers.

He was just picking fur off my shirt? Did I just imagine that whole thing? Goddamn Alex, get ahold of yourself! What the hell is that scent doing to me? Or am I just that pent up?

"Oh, sorry." I mumble before clearing my throat and speaking more presentably, forcing a smile on my face to ease his concerned look. "Just kinda dazed is all."

"Are you sure you're okay? We don't have to go out tonight if you're not feeling well." He says lightly, flicking away the fur from his fingers into the yard.

"Nonsense!" I beam, holding my arm out to lead him to the passengers side of the car. "You're just so beautiful I couldn't look away." Which was true.

The fox chuckles lightly and let's me lead him to the passenger's door. "Only if you're sure you're okay."

"I promise!" I hope.

~ Jazpyr ~

I know he says he's fine, but he's acting a little different from the last two times I've seen him. He's quiet on the car ride to the restaurant, and I notice his nose twitching in my direction every few minutes, which strikes me as odd. I took a shower, so I shouldn't smell bad, and the only thing I'm wearing is a scent suppressant so that my natural fox scent isn't so overpowering. I wonder what he's smelling on me. My family maybe?

Well, whatever the case, Alex never asks and I don't bring it up. Every now and then the wolf will ask me a question or make small talk, to which I reply and try to keep the conversation going. It's difficult at first with Alex being distracted by some phantom scent and me just being generally bad on conversation, but eventually Alex seems to snap out of it and we have a nice, enjoyable conversation. He tells be a little about his home when I ask him, telling me that he's friends with a few models and other businessmen, but when I ask him about his family, he dodges the question by instead asking me more about mine. I've already told him a little of my family before, so I just give him a little more information, like how my mom's kids and my dad's kids are split right down the middle. When Alex asks how it was growing up with seven other siblings, I explain that my mom had the four of her kids, while my dad had the four of his kids. I'm twenty-one, and the oldest of my mom's kids, however, if I were to throw my siblings from dad's side in, I'd actually only be the fourth oldest. I have three sisters who are older than me, one sister that's younger, and three younger brothers.

"Damn," Alex whistles as we pull into the parking lot of a fancy looking restaurant. "And I thought my only brother was a handful. How'd you get through it?"

I shrug, "My siblings on my dad's side and I always got along, probably because we were all pretty close in age. It's my mom's kids that I can't stand, but that's probably only because I had to live with them."

"And now you're living with your aunt and uncle, right? Do any of your other sibling also live with you guys?" He asks as he parks the car in one of the very few open parking spaces.

"No," I say as I unbuckle my seatbelt. "My younger sister lives with our grandmother, my two youngest brother live with mum, my fourth youngest brother lives with his mom, Ashley lives with dad, my oldest sister lives with her husband and I actually don't know where my second oldest sister is living. It's been a few years since I've really spoken with them."

We exited Alex's rental car (a Lincoln series that I've never heard of), and made for the front door of the restaurant. As we got closer, we noticed that there were a lot of people here waiting on the outside benches with small notifiers handed out by the host's to let them know when their table was ready. "I think they're busy." I say, getting closer to Alex and we enter through the doors and squeeze past a few people in order to get to the front desk.

When we made it, there was no one attending the front desk but a lot of hosts and hostesses buzzing about the floors. "I think you're right." Alex mumbles. "Damn, I knew I should have made reservations."

One of the hostesses, a short kinkajou, finally noticed us and steps up to the podium. "Just the two of you?" she asks and Alex confirms. "Unfortunately, there is a waiting list, and your expected wait time would be around seventy to eighty minutes."

"Eighty minutes?!" Alex exclaims. I couldn't help but notice the slight growl in his voice, but I doubt the kinkajou noticed with her tiny ears. "Is there anything I can do to speed up the process?" He asks, pulling his wallet out from the inside pocket of his blazer.

The hostess gave an apologetic smile and she shook her head. "Unfortunately, not. I'm sorry, sir. Would you like to wait for a table?"

Alex grumbles something before looking to me. "Want to wait?"

I take a look around at the waiting area. The wait was definitely going to last a while, and I was pretty hungry. I caught a whiff of something from the kitchen all the way in the back that made me nervous. Quickly, I looked at the large hanging menu that hung on the wall of the waiting room and that's when I noticed that most of the dishes were seafood and sushi. This was a high quality seafood restaurant. Shit that was close. I'm glad I noticed.

I look to Alex and shake my head. "Not really."

Alex nods goodbye to the kinkajou and leads me out. "Good, I don't really want to wait either."

We get back into Alex's car, but instead of starting the engine, the wolf leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. "I'm sorry Jazpyr. This is not how I wanted to start out the night." he sighs. "I would just take you somewhere else, but most of the nice restaurants are closed for the night. Turns out Flagship City doesn't have many nice places around."

I chuckle. "No, we really don't."

Alex was quiet for a moment, probably trying to think of a way to salvage dinner. He seemed rather upset to be denied just now. Is he craving seafood? If that's the case, there's a Red Lobster in Valley Township, but that's kind of far away, closer to my house. I guess I could....

"Hey, Alex," I say, clearly interrupting his train of thought because his ears snap in my direction from their relaxed position, followed by his head. "I have an idea."

~ Alex ~

"Are you sure about this?" I ask, adjusting my grip on the plastic bag I held in my paw while I fished out my room key with my free one. "I feel really guilty..."

"Don't worry about it!" The arctic fox says behind me, carrying two more plastic bags in his paws. "I don't mind making dinner for us." Once I got the door open, I let him enter first, following in after him. "Besides, you seemed bummed about not getting sushi. Luckily for you, I can cook in six different languages. This room is awesome, by the way." He mumbled that last part as he dropped the bags on the kitchen counter. I set my bag next to his and shed my blazer, dropping it on the back of the nearest chair.

My room was a suite with a large living room, kitchen with a small dining table, a relatively spacious bathroom with a bathtub, and an upstairs bedroom. The carpeting was deep wine red, while the walls were painted grey. The ceiling was a 'Tray' style ceiling, with simple chandeliers in the center of each of the two trays that seperated the kitchen/dining room and the living room. I personally didn't think the room was anything special, but as the fox looked around with wide eyes and awe, I couldn't help but smile.

Coming here to cook was Jazpyr's idea of salvaging tonight's dinner, and while I'm more than excited to have him in my room and that much closer to being in my bed, I still felt a little guilty that he feels he has to do this for me when tonight was supposed it be about him. He cooks for a living, I can't imagine he also does it for fun, but every time I try to convince him to just order takeout or something, he brushes me off by saying he doesn't mind.

He he finally did convince me to let him cook, he took me to a few stores around the area, all of them foreign food stores in the asian market. I offered to pay for everything, but he only let me pay for half, and that was after I fought with him about it for five straight minutes. The cute little thing can be stubborn, apparently.

When we got settled in, Jazpyr got to work, fishing out the oils and spices and butter he got from the store along with the frying pans and pots from the kitchen cupboards. I put on a playlist of old songs on the speakers in the living room and turned the volume down so it was little more than background music, and went to the kitchen to see if I could help.

"Can you cut up the fish?" He asks.

"Uh, sure." I grab a cutting board I find in one of the cabinets and set it on the counter next to Jazpyr while he worked on the stove. Donning myself with a knife and the getting the slab of fish meat on the board, I start chopping. I get halfway through the fish when I hear the fox giggling. I look over to see he's laughing at me.

"What's so funny?" I ask, stopping my chopping.

He covers his muzzing with a few fingers and looks at the fish. "Have you ever cut anything before?" he asks, still giggling.

My ears flick back against my head. No, I haven't actually. Most of my meals are prepared for me. I've never done a wink of cooking before, well, unless you call throwing something in the microwave or oven and call that cooking.

"Of course I have!" I lie.

Jazpyr shakes his head as he steps up behind me. "Well you had a terrible teacher." The fox's chest comes up to meet my back as his paws reach around to rest on the top of mine. "Hold the blade straight down, you can use your index finger on the back of it to help keep it steady if you want. Also, don't grip the fish, you'll strunch it up and all of your pieces will come out jagged. You want to curl up your fingers and rest it on the meat to keep it flat and steady. Then, you just," He put pressure on the back of my paw, making a slice starting with the tip of the blade and then slowly coming down the rest of it. "Ta-da."

I couldn't concentrate with him so close to me like that; feeling his soft touch on my paws, his heartbeat on my back, smooth voice in my ear, it was all too much.

The slice of fish came out perfectly. It was thinner and straighter than the jagged chunks I had cut. I felt Jazpyr back away from me and came to my side, leaving the cold air to replace his warmth, and I immediately wanted it back. I turned my head, looking him in his beautiful green eyes, and he looked back into mine. Slowly, I leaned towards him and he froze, not encouraging me, but not stopping me. I got closer and closer until I could feel his breath on my whiskers and all I could smell his that mysterious strawberry scent. Finally, the fox shut his eyes and closed the distance between our muzzles in a soft kiss. Gently, I opened his muzzle with my lips, snaking my tongue in and brushing it up against his, and I could finally taste him.

He tasted as sweet as he smelled, and with a little encouragement, he opened his muzzle a little more to allow me more access. If my paws weren't covered in fish remnants, I would have pulled him into me, to feel the warmth of his body against mine and to explore what I could of his slim, supple form. I kissed a little deeper, encouraging him to do the same, and he seemed to take the hint, pushing his tongue back against mine as they wrestled between us.

The sound of boiling liquid and sizzling snapped Jazpyr out of our mutual trance and he pulled away, looking at me for a moment before turning to the boiling pot and taking the lid off. "Sorry." he said quietly, looking rather guilty.

I furrowed my brow. "For what? That was amazing."

He gave me a sideways glance. "You liked it?"

"You didn't?" I ask, feeling a ping of worry.

"No! No I liked it... a lot." he say sheepishly, stirring the pot and turning the heat down.

I quickly rinse my paws and dry them off. "Good," I say as I come up beside him and wrap an arm around his thin waist. "Because I'm gonna do it again," I growl as I lean down and kiss him again.

Before I can get too much further, my phone rings in my back pocket and I growl again, a not-so-friendly growl. I release the fox and pull out my phone, seeing the name on the screen and freezing. Fuck, why him? Why now? "I'm sorry, I have to take this."

Jazpyr shook his head frantically. "No no, don't worry about it. Go take your call." he says.

I smile at him and kiss his cheek just because I can, and he lets me, before I go out into the hotel's hallway before pressing the 'talk' icon on the screen.

"You better have a damn good reason for calling me right now." I growl into the speaker.

A cool, smooth voice chuckles into the receiver. "Now, now," the voice croons. "Is that anyway to talk to a dear friend?"

"I barely tolerate you as a business partner..." I hiss. "Now what do you want?"

"Why, mister Olvera, did I interrupt something?" He chuckles. "Terribly sorry, I would have rathered this conversation in person, but you had to go and be on a business trip."

I sigh and rub my forehead. "Make this fast, I have dinner plans waiting."

~ Jazpyr ~

He kissed me. He actually kissed me, and I let him. No, I kissed him. My first kiss went to a man I barely know. I don't even know his last name...

I should be shocked, or anxious, or something. Instead, all I could feel was relief. I had my first kiss. Finally. And it was a good kiss, a really good one. I got butterflies in my stomach when it was happening, my limbs felt like jelly, and my heart wouldn't stop fluttering. Is that the 'fireworks' people talk about when they kiss 'the one'? I'm not saying that Alex is 'the one' for me, but with him being my first kiss, I felt strangely attached all the sudden.

No, Jazpyr, you can't think like that. It was just a kiss. Literally, just a kiss. He doesn't even know this was my first kiss, so to him, nothing has changed. It shouldn't for me either.

That phone call Alex got had perfect timing. It gives me the chance to catch my breath and recollect myself. Not to mention, focus on dinner. You know, it's funny; I came into this date thinking that I would just snore through it, show the wolf I'm nothing special, then we'd both forget about each other and move on with our lives. Then our dinner plan got ruined and I couldn't help but feel bad that Alex felt bad. Now, here I am, in a strangers house, cooking meals for him, and kissing him. My mother warned me about men like him.

But I did it, and I can't help but wonder if this means something. Not in the sense of 'us', but in regards to me personally. I can't help but think that this means that, perhaps, I'm finally ready. Ready to move on from Blake and the others and the many mental scars they've left me and finally let myself fall into someone else's arms. Not to necessarily trust wholeheartedly, but enough to relax and let something happen, should it ever.

This isn't the first time I've been this close to letting someone else physically close to me. Alyssa was someone I had considered letting in, and the most recent one, next to Alex. She's nice, pretty, and completely in love with me, not to mention how far she'd be willing to go just to please me (in all sense of the manner). Honestly, she would be my ideal first time; trustworthy and affectionate. But the problem I've always faced when considering her was the fact that she loves me, and not just as a friend. She's fallen head over heels in love with me, and I don't feel the same way about her. Sure, we could be friends with benefits (something she had offered more than once), but I know Alyssa well enough to know that just being friends who sometimes fuck would never be enough for her. It would satisfy her for a while, but then, as time would go on, she'd start to want more. She'd want a boyfriend, a lover. And that's not something I can provide her. Out of respect for her and our friendship, hurting her by continuously turning her down is much easier than hurting her by breaking her heart.

So how was Alex any different? He is pursuing me, much like Alyssa did, but the difference is that Alex isn't in love with me, and I'm not in love with him. Yes, I feel a newfound attachment to him, but I know love when I feel it and as of right now, I don't feel that. Alex wants to have sex. I want to lose my virginity. He seems really sweet, and that's great, but he's a means to an end, just as I am to him.

And I'm okay with that. That's what casual sex is, isn't it? While it would be nice to have someone to call mine, someone to lean on and to lean on me, I know that's not what he's after. For the longest time, even before Blake, I've considered myself to be forever alone. But that doesn't have to mean being forever a virgin.

Dinner took a little longer to finish than I thought, but thankfully, Alex's phone call lasted even longer. It took me about forty minutes to finish dinner and an additional ten minutes before the door to the room opened and the black wolf came shuffling back into the room, phone in his paw at his side. He looked a little tired and irritated, most likely from the call. "Sorry I took so long," He says when he sees me. He sniffs the air and smiles. "Smells devine."

"I just finished," I lie. "So you're right on time." I set his plate of fish down on the table with a fork and knife before retrieving my own plate. Alex's dish was a poached tuna with kumquats and jalapeno, a relatively quick and easy to make dish that was still elegant and rather fancy looking. My own dish was different, a simple chicken pasta alfredo sprinkled with black pepper and parsley flakes.

When Alex sees my dish, his ears lower a bit. "You don't like fish?" He asks, taking a seat at the table.

"Love it, actually." I say, taking my own seat across the small circular table from the wolf. I pick up the wineglass I had already set out and filled before Alex's return.

"Then, why chicken?" He asks, spearing a slice of his fish with his for and began cutting into it.

"I'm terribly allergic to all forms of seafood." I say before bringing the wineglass to my muzzle and sipping.

Alex was about to bite into the fish on the end of his fork when he froze and looked at me. "Allergic?" he asks and I nod. His ears lower until their against his head. "And there I was, trying to take you to a seafood restaurant."

He looks adorably guilty and I can't help but giggle. "It's okay. How could you have known? It's no big deal."

"What happens when you eat it?" He asks, finally taking a bite. His eyes light up and I hear the thumping of his tail against the leg of his chair. "Damn, this is good."

"Glad you like it," I beam. "And it depends on what kind of seafood I eat. If it's just a few shrimp, the worst I'll get is just a bit nauseated. Crab will make me cramp up and puke, and fish itself would do all the above and render me bedridden for at least a day or two."

"Than I guess it's a good thing we didn't go to that place." He forces a chuckle. I can tell he still feels guilty.

Dinner was good (obviously, I made it) and our conversations never faltered. We talked and laughed well past since our plates and the bottle of wine emptied. The wine also certainly helped. By the time the clock struck midnight, we were both pleasantly warm and buzzed from the food and alcohol and being in each others company. I don't remember when or how, but we had made it to the couch, sitting next to each other while he told me a funny little story about how he and his brother would always fight growing up.

The story ended in mutual laughter, and I found myself leaning against his chest while his arm dropped over my shoulders. He was so warm, muscles firm and flexing beneath my cheek, the sound of his heart rhythmically thumping in his chest, it was all surreal. Looking up at him, I saw that he was looking down at me, bright amber eyes amongst a sea of pitch black fur piercing my own. We sat there for a moment, frozen in time and lost in each others eyes, until he leaned down and our muzzles met in that heartstopping kiss once again.

He kissed me deeply and I tried to return the gesture, but I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I wound up just brushing my tongue against his because he seemed to enjoy it, and I let him take the lead, following after his motion and trying to match it. His paws found their way to my sides and I jump a little when he lifted me up and dropped me on his lap with me straddling his waist. I could feel the lump in his pants grind up against the base of my tail while my own jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.

Alex broke the kiss only to pull me against his chest as he nipped on my neck, sending a new sensation wash over me in electrifying waves. His paws found their way under my sweater shirt as they roamed over my chest, back, hips, anywhere he could touch. I'm not a fool, I know where this is going, and it's only now that I started to feel nervous. I was so dangerously close to finally doing it. Why do I have to get nervous now?

Alex must have noticed, because he stops what he's doing to lean back and look at me. "You okay? You're trembling." He says, withdrawing his paws to hold my shoulders.

I was so caught up in a mixture of excitement and nervousness I didn't even realize I was trembling."Well, it's just that..." I trail off. Should I tell him? "It's just that..." I mean, I guess he should know, right? "I don't really know what to do."

The wolf has a bequizled look on his face for a moment before he chuckles and leans in to nuzzle the underside of my jawline. "You don't know what to do? Don't tell me you're a virgin." He stops nuzzling me to give me a wicked grin, displaying rows of pearly white sharp teeth. "Because that would be insanely hot." He growls lustfully.

I squirm a bit in his grasp, feeling naked even while clothed under the pressure of his hungry, lust-filled gaze. I can't reply because I've only gotten more anxious and horny, but it seems to be enough of an answer for Alex.

"Wait," His grin leaves his muzzle and his ears prick up. "Are you really a virgin?"

"Do I have to spell it out?" I mumble, crossing my arms and looking away from him. I was starting to feel irritated at my own embarrassment and lack of experience.

Alex lets out a laugh, which makes me feel even worse. He's laughing at me now? "Why didn't you say so sooner?" He grips my thighs when I try to get off his lap, and leans in to kiss my cheek.

"Oh yeah, I had a lot of opportunity," I say sarcastically. "Here's your dinner, Alex, that kiss we had earlier was my first, by the way, I'm a virgin!" I say, mocking my own voice in an overly high and joyful tone.

"That was your first kiss?"

Shit, I said too much.

"Jazpyr," Alex says, cupping my cheeks in his paws to turn my head and make me look at him. His eyes were soft with no hint of judgment or pitty. I relaxed a little, letting his beautiful amber eyes penetrate mine. "Do you want to do this?"

Of course I want to, but am I ready? I think I am, enough to at least give it a shot. I nod in his palms and he smiles at me, not a lusty or hungry smile, but a genuine one.

"Then we're gonna go it right." He says just before he gets his paws under my rear. The next thing I know, I'm being lifted into the air as Alex stand up with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him to keep from falling backwards, tightening my legs around his waist, as if I'm going to be dropped. I don't like being carried.

~ Alex ~

It was like Christmas came early; Jazpyr's a virgin! My tail wagged excitedly as I carried the extremely light fox up to stairs towards my bed. With him being inexperienced, that should mean that he won't have to many expectations and it should be easy to please him. I'm not saying I'm lacking in the performance department, not by a long shot, but if I show the fox a really good time, then it would be more likely that he'd want to do it again. And again... and again. And I was hell-bent on making sure I showed the kid a good time.

My tail wagged faster in anticipation as we reached the bed. My member had come halfway out of its sheath from the bumping and grinding on Jazpyr's rear I had intentionally done on the way up here, and was now pitching a painfully tight tent against the fabrics that contained it. I could feel The fox's own excitement sandwiched between our stomachs as he hugged me tightly, as if I was going to drop him. How cute.

I leaned forward at the edge of the bed, slowly lowering myself until the fox's back was pressed onto the mattress. Feeling the bed under him, Jazpyr loosened his grip on me, giving me enough room nuzzle his ear and nip at it. I moved my paws from his rear, sliding them down to his thighs to lightly squeeze and grope them. The fox shivered under me when I spread his legs a little wider and began grinding against his rear in slow motions, denim rubbing on denim.

I moved my nipping and kissing down the fox's ear, over his cheek and down to his neck where I bit a little harder, not enough to actually hurt, but enough to make the fox jolt and writhe beneath me, his breathing starting to get ragged. Jazpyr released his arms from my neck and moved them down to my chest, as if he just now realised for the first time tonight that it was okay to touch me. I felt him start working on the buttons of my shirt while my own paws dragged up the fox's thighs to his hips, squeezing and pulling him into my soft thrusts a few times before I figured that this was probably enough foreplay, and went to undo his pants.

I had to disengage from the fox to pull his pants off and my shirt off. My pants and underwear were the next to go, exposing myself completely, but when I looked back to Jazpyr, he was still in his sweater shirt, covering his crotch with the hem and looking quite nervous as his eyes poured over my body. I enjoyed the attention, getting another inch of my member to emerge, and as much as I would love to show off, I wanted to make sure the fox was enjoying himself too.

"What's wrong, love?" I whispered as I leaned back down over him to nuzzle his muzzle. My paws were back on his thighs, rubbing them up and down, getting closer and closer to the center each time.

"J-just a little... body shy..." He breathed in a shaky voice, both from nerves and hormones.

I smiled warmly at him before I pressed my muzzle to his, kissing him. "Nonsense," I said, breaking away as I got my fingers under the edge of his sweater and slowly began to peel it away. "You're absolutely beautiful."

"Flatterer..." He mumbled as I pulled the garment over his head along with the pendant her wore and tossed them behind me carelessly.

I looked down at my prize, memorizing every inch of his lithe body; the way his waist curved into his hips to give him a slight hourglass physique, the way the fur around the top of his torso was a little longer than the rest, making him look feminine (even more so, anyways), but there was nothing feminine about the package throbbing between the fox's thin thighs. He was a little bigger than I was expecting, all six or seven inches of his ebony flesh throbbing at full mast attop his stomach.

I ran a paw down his chest, trailing its way to the dark member as I slowly started kneeling between his legs on the ground in front of the bed. "See?" I said, taking the fox's cock in my paw and bringing it up to my muzzle to place a soft kiss on the tapering tip. "Beautiful."

Jazpyr jerked and tensed up at the contact, but made no motion to stop me as I ran my tongue over the underside of his length. I lapped a bit at the tip, keeping one paw at the base to hold it up and my other paw pressed firmly on the fox's stomach to keep him from squirming too much. I received a few jets of pre for my efforts and licked my lips, greedily wanting more. I angled his cock a little lower, keeping the tip in my lips before they parted as I leaned forward, sliding the member into my muzzle. Jazpyr stopped squirming and tensed up, trying to sit up but unable to under my paw.

It had been a while since I last gave anyone head, so I struggled a bit to take the whole length into my throat, but after a few more bobs, I managed to take the entire length. Fuck, who knew this little fox would be so filling? I swallowed a few times, flexing my throat around his cock and nearly gagging at the jet of pre that got shot from the tip. I slowly pulled back, running my tongue across the length and dragging my lips until the cock was almost completely out before bobbing back down and swallowing the entire length again. Jazpyr's breath quickened as I bobbed up and down, feeling his hips give slight thrusts into my muzzle with the little room he had to move.

Even though he seemed to be enjoying himself, I couldn't help but notice the lack of moans. I knew I was out of practice, but I've never received a complaint from my blowjobs.

I continued on for a few more minutes until my jaw got tired from lack of practice and I pulled off, finding Jazpyr a panting, tensed up mess from my assault. "You're pretty quiet," I say, giving his cock a few more licks.

"S-sorry," the fox wheezed. "I don't really want to be loud because of the other guests, but it's getting hard to breath when I hold it all in."

I grinned, happy because it meant that the fox was enjoying it. "Be as loud as you want, it makes things better, I promise." I said, getting to my feet and crawling up into the bed overtop the fox until my knees were beside his ears and I was straddling his chest. "But for now, I think it's my turn."

Jazpyr gulped at my size, taking in the pink fleshed and 9 inches of wolfhood. I tapped the tip of it against his nose, causing him to instinctually lick it. "Open wide." I say.

The fox obayed and parts his lips as I eased forward. I slide a few inches in before I stop, holding the top of his head in my paw as I give a few gentle thrusts. "Use your tongue," I advise. Almost instantly, I feel the fox's thin tongue wrap around the tip of my cock, sending shivers up my spine. "Oooh, fuck," I groan, mostly to show Jazpyr that it's okay (and quite appreciated) to make a little noise now and then.

I couldn't go too far in his muzzle or thrust too hard, the fox was clearly new to this and still had a gag reflex which kicked in whenever I got a little too carried away and went too deep. Other than that, Jazpyr was actually pretty good, I gave him a few more pointers, but for the most part he figured out a lot of it by himself. Before I knew it, he was able to make me to a little past halfway down my shaft.

I felt a patting on my rear, realizing it was Jazpyr trying to tap-out. I removed my now glistening cock from his muzzle, panting lightly and hating the cool air that replaced the warmth I had been enjoying. I leaned forward a bit so the fox could reach one of his paws up to his jaw and rub it, "So that's what it's like..." He said to himself, flexing his jaw a few times before smiling back up at me.

"You sure this is your first time?" I panted. "You're not bad."

The fox shrugged to the best of his ability from under me. "I have a toy at home to practice on, but it doesn't exactly give me feedback."

"Well," I grunted as I pushed myself back and off the bed. "I liked it. Now, turn on your stomach." I ordered. Watching hungrily as my fox flipped over, exposing his taut little rear and long fluffy tail. I stood there for a moment, admiring the view, tracing my eyes along the base of his tail to the simple curves of the two small cheeks I would soon be claiming. That thought excited me further; making Jazpyr mine. My cock jumped.

I grabbed the fox's ankles and jerked him backwards until my member nestled comfortably between his cheeks and electing a surprised gasp and giggle from him. I grabbed his waist, grinding my hips into him, rubbing my length across his entrance and underside of his tail. He shivered at my mock humping and sighed wistfully, pushing his hips back to feel more of it. My cock was on fire, wanting so badly to be inside of the untouched fox, I wanted to be the first to explore his uncharted lands and leave my mark in him, but I knew I couldn't. Not yet.

Pulling away, I once again got on my knees, using my paws to kneed and grope his rump. I leaned in, pressing my nose to to back of his white furred pouch, taking in the scent of fox musk and that ever-present strawberry odor that drives me crazy. I tasted him, dragging my tongue from his balls, up his entrance and to the base of his tail. Jazpyr shivered all the while and arched his back, still refusing to moan for me. I took that as a challenge.

I spread his rear with my paws and pushed my muzzle to his entrance, lapping at the ebony flesh that twitched and spasmed as I made out with it, pushing past the tight ring and invading his insides. The fox was writhing again, pushing back on my muzzle for more as I pushed my tongue in deep. I lapped hard, pushing against his prostate before I withdrew my tongue only to plunge it back in. That seemed to get a small squeak from the fox, but it wasn't enough.

Once I felt he was properly loosened and lubed, I pulled my muzzle back and stood up. I grabbed the base of Jazpyr's tail and lightly jerked it up, lining myself up with his passage to kiss my tip with his flesh. "If it ever gets too uncomfortable, just tell me and we'll stop. Okay?" I said, though I didn't know how I'd stop myself. I wanted this too badly.

The fox nodded and that was all I needed. With one paw holding his tail and the other on his hip, I pushed myself forward, feeling the tight warmth grip me as I deflowered the fox. He was so tight. SO tight. And it felt incredible. I had to stop from thrusting in to completely hilt myself.

Jazpyr was taking it like a champ, biting down on his lip and keeping himself relaxed as I invaded him. I stopped at about halfway and kept still for a moment to let him adjust. I leaned forward, placing both paws on the bed on either side of him and nuzzled my fox's ear. "Doing okay?" I panted, nipping at his neck and licking his cheek.

"Y-yeah," Was all he was able to get out before clamping his muzzle shut as I pushed myself back inside, sinking in a few inches deeper than last time. He clenched around me making me jerk my hips forward instinctively and burying myself to the base of my knot. We gasped in unison, me from the immense feeling of tightness and warmth, him from a mixture of pain and pleasure. I withdrew my hips and pushed slowly back in, repeating the process at the same tempo until the fox started to relax again.

"I... I think I'm okay..." Jazpyr panted. I quickened my pace, wanting more of the fox and started my quest to make him scream. I pressed my chest down on his back, feeling his muscles ripple as I assaulted his rear, feeling his fur tickle my skin through my own fur. He gasped and wriggled around under me, but I didn't let him move too much as I ran my paws along his arms to keep him pinned.

I got a few more gasps and soft yips from him, but it wasn't enough. I stood upright, grabbing his hips and roughly pulling his rear onto my cock as I thrusted forward. That one elected a moan. I smiled wickedly, showing off rows of sharp teeth as I thrust hard into him again, balls bouncing off from the back of his and sending tingles through my groin. I thrusted harder and faster, getting him to moan for me, and I could have called that a mission success, but it still wasn't enough.

I pulled out of the fox completely, leaving his hole to gape for a moment before I lifted his rear up and placed his knees on the bed. I crawled up onto the bed also, placing a paw on the fox's back to keep his face to the mattress as I mounted him again and resumed my forcefull fucking. Jazpyr must like it rough because he got a little louder, but he didn't moan or groan as often, probably due to the slightly awkward position. Gripping his hips with both of my paws, I pulled his rear back with every thrust, feeling my knot begin to swell as I was quickly approaching my limit.

"Say my name..." I commanded around my pants and thrusts.

"A-ah!-Alex!" The fox moaned.

I thrusted forward hard, threatening to tie him before I pulled back and thrust forward again, balls slapping loudly together behind us. "Louder!" I growled.

"Al-ex!!" He gasped.

"LOUDER!"

"ALEX!!!"

With one final forceful thrust, I plunged my cock deep within the fox, spreading him around my to tie with him and came hard inside of him. I felt the warmth of my own fluids surround my member as I fucked him like a jackhammer with the now limited room I had to move. Jazpyr groaned loudly as he came in unison with my own orgasm, splashing the bed as he came paws free.

I continued thrusting, riding out my orgasm until the wave of ecstasy finally subsided. I collapsed next to the fox, pulling him down with me and hugging him tightly to my chest, both of us panting uncontrollably. I nuzzled the top of his head between his ears. "How was that?" I breathed through his fur, rubbing his sides with one paw while my other arm acted as a pillow for the fox's head.

Jazpyr groaned. Wiggling slightly and clenching down on my cock, setting another jet of cum off deep inside of him. "Mmmm, why haven't I done this sooner?"

I chuckled, squeezing the fox's side and licking the top of his head. "I'm glad you let me be your first. Hope I wasn't too hard on you, I just really liked hearing you moan for me."

Jazpyr scoffed. "You sure it wasn't just to boost your ego?" He said jokingly.

I laughed. "Maybe a little."

There was a moment of silence as we enjoyed the afterglow of the amazing sex. I cradled the fox in my arms, tail thumping lazily on the bed behind me as I felt sleep slowly start to creep over my eyelids. Jazpyr was the first to break the silence. "So... is this the part where you kick me out because you 'have work the next day'?" He said it jokingly, but the way his tail slightly tightened around me told me that it was a serious concern for him.

By way of answer, I lifted my head and used my free paw to turn the fox's muzzle to meet mine. I kissed him, deeply, passionately, possessively, trying to tell him what words couldn't.

When we parted, Jazpyr gave me a small smile before turning back on his side and snuggling his back closer to my chest. "Good answer." He said, closing his eyes. Sleep came shortly after as the music from downstairs still played softly, and I honestly don't remember a better nights rest in my life.