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Immortal reached over to shift the other pan on the stove, making sure to give enough of a twist to free anything that might have started to stick to the bottom. He'd had this set of cookware since he first moved here, and since he'd picked them up for a steal of a price at a thrift shop, they'd started to show the wear of whatever their age might be. Silicone spatula in his other paw, he pushed some of the almost-cooked eggs away from the edge and peered in: brownish-orange marks had long since set into the base of the pan's bowl there, and he still hadn't figured out whether that was due to permanent burns or the pan's coating coming off after so much usage. A lot cheaper to stay at home and cook instead of going out to eat three times a day.

One of his ears flicked back behind him towards the hall leading to the bedroom, in response to some quiet shuffling and a thump. Now it wasn't only himself that he cooked for, which would have come as a surprise just a handful of weeks ago. When he'd brought Brent home that one night, he hadn't really expected it to turn into... all of this.

The arctic fox turned the heat down a bit and reached over for the pepper, taking the moment to glance over the attached bar counter and into the living room. The blanket under which the two had snuggled when watching last night's movie remained tossed over the back of the couch; the pillow that Brent had made a habit of resting his elbows on when he turned the console on to play games bore a faint reddish-brown discoloration from shed fur, visible even at this distance; the single recliner up near the window remained how they'd left it two nights ago.

He could feel his cheeks start to heat with remembering that, remembering swinging back and forth with his arms over the back of the chair while Brent pounded at him from behind, riding with the rocking of the chair... and every now and then accidentally digging his claws into the fox's shoulders when the recliner leaned a little too far. Remember that part turned Immortal's blush and squirm into a sweet smile: he loved hearing Brent laugh, and every time that happened, he'd breathe a soft chuckle, lean in over Immortal's shoulder - while still buried deep, of course - and give a little lick to his cheek, or jaw, or neck, with an apology light on his lips before getting right back to it.

Realizing he'd left the eggs on for a little too long right then, though, the fox jerked back to attention and stirred it all up again, placing the pepper right back down where he'd grabbed it without remembering to actually put any on. A handful of weeks and he still hadn't gotten used to what it felt like to wake up alongside that foxwolf, to come home from work to find him sprawled across the couch, or bent over the stove working on dinner himself, or on those few particularly late nights to crawl into bed after getting home and feeling it already warm from his presence... a nice change. A pleasant change.

Immortal scoffed quietly to himself, finally turning that burner off and setting the pan to the side to focus on the other in front of him. Back down the hall again, or rather inside the walls, came the hissing of water through the pipes: that would be Brent brushing his teeth or washing his paws or getting cleaned up a little bit for the morning. He really didn't mind about the 'cleaning up' part so much, after having his nose shoved both by his own accord and by someone else's paw between any manner of legs, up against thick slick sheaths and underneath heavy balls, and - besides, if anything Brent just ended up smelling like a mix of the two of them.

Which was quite a pleasant scent to wake up to, all things told. Right now he just had the salty, savory bite of eggs and bacon floating all around in the kitchen, where they would probably remain even after the two knocked out their short list of plans for the weekend day. Bacon had a tendency to hang around like that. Immortal gave the strips a few more pokes with the spatula and, satisfied with the balance he'd gotten them at, turned that burner off too and reached up and over the stove to grab the plates out of the cupboard.

Actually, it was somewhat unusual for Immortal to wake up before Brent. The fox's ears flicked back yet again at the squeak and click of the water shutting back off, soon followed by the noise of the bathroom door opening. It didn't really happen often, and because of that, when it did he usually tried to make it special - and besides, he enjoyed cooking for Brent, and Brent enjoyed his cooking. It all worked out. Immortal tilted the pan to spoon the eggs down onto one of the plates, making sure to leave enough room for both the bacon and the cheese, and... his ears wanted to flick back again to the sound of claws gently tapping across the tiled floor, but the oven's beeping right then caught his attention. Time to put the biscuits in.

He reached over towards where he'd left the can, on the other side of the counter by the fridge, and at the same time glanced over his shoulder at the foxwolf sleepily coming forward. "Morning, hon," Immortal said. He had to brace his other paw against the edge of the counter to reach over and grab the can. "How'd you-"

"Mornin'." Warm paws on his waist from behind, the foxwolf's slightly broader, slightly higher muzzle nuzzling in along his neck and tilting his chin up from behind, gentle kiss against his cheek with a little cool-cinnamon bite that showed he had indeed brushed his teeth. "Nice being able to sleep in, but I started to miss you..."

Immortal relished those touches for a moment, biscuit can already forgotten in his other paw. He straightened up and pressed back against the foxwolf, letting his eyes drift shut. "Ah, yeah? I think I know how that feels."

A second later, though, Brent's paws tightened on his waist and pulled him back - right against firm, hungry heat, morning wood standing right at attention under the base of the fox's tail and natural slickness seeping through the thin fabric of the boxers that Immortal had put on after getting up. Those gentle kisses along his neck turn into soft little nips, something that the foxwolf had taken a while to pick up on. "This started to miss you, too..." he breathed, giving a grind against the base of Immortal's tail.

No matter how many times he felt that, the hot pressure lifting up underneath his tail and poking at his tailhole, it still always made his breath catch in his throat and sent a sweet shiver through his body. He pushed his hips back again without having to think about it, grinding his pucker against the foxwolf's tip lightly through the fabric of his underwear... and with his free paw, he slid a thumb underneath the waistband to shift them down an inch or so.

"Jeez, hon, don't you ever_tire out?" Soft rubbing, grinding, squeezing right along the foxwolf's tapered tip, slick with morning pre. Each of his own pushes back bounced through the foxwolf and came back as a little thrust forward, poking that tip against the tight muscles, squeezing gently in... Immortal swallowed and slid that same paw a little further back, fingerpads running lightly along Brent's shaft to keep it lined up with him. "We _just went at it last night..."

"Well, that was you_fucking _me." Brent dove around to the other side of Immortal's neck, coming in for another set of gentle nipping. "I've told you I like the way you squeeze my knot, and I woke up with this, so... why not take care of it while the opportunity's here? I do still prefer topping, you know, and I'm not sure that'll change..."

While he spoke, Brent brought one of his paws up Immortal's chest, lifting up underneath his shirt. The fox settled his other over it, squeezing his boyfriend's grip against his chest. "Well, that just works out. since you know my preferred position to be in. Did you bring the lube?"

"You don't need lube." Blunted claws traced back down his chest and along his belly, pushing his underwear just a little bit further down his thighs, before Brent lifted that paw completely away. Only for a moment, though; Immortal glanced over his shoulder again just in time to see the foxwolf drag his tongue over his pawpad, then take a moment to spread that over himself and then another to press a pair of saliva-wet fingers right up against the other vulpine's tailhole, fingerpads pushing in yet not penetrating. Just - pressure, hot wet pressure pushing in at his rim, teasing around the ring of muscle, playing at stretching him open yet not actually doing it.

Not yet, at least. This time Brent settled his grip back onto Immortal's waist after ensuring he'd gotten him sufficiently slickened, pushing the end of his cock right back into its proper place there at the center of his fox's tailhole... and, this time, his thrusts forward kept on going, pushing him closer to the kitchen counter and making his fingers grasp around the edge. "You've shown me the boys you've taken without so much as a tongue under your tail, hon - I might not be there yet, but that doesn't mean I won't take advantage of your skill..."

That much was true, of course. Immortal straightened up and let his tail curl partially around Brent's waist behind him, not necessarily to pull him closer - he wasn't a goddamn otter - but rather to just give another touch, another thing between the two of them even as he started to sink slowly back onto his hard length. Their first night together those couple of weeks ago had actually been Brent's first time doing anything with another guy, and it had all started like... well, like something out of a story, almost. Meet at a bar, drink a bit, talk a bit, end up heading home together... and for a straight boy, it'd been remarkably easy to get his pants off.

Okay, maybe that part wasn't that remarkable. How eager Brent had been to let Immortal go down on him, though, right on the couch over there - he glanced over at it, then let his eyes flutter shut as the foxwolf continued to lift up into him - and then climb up over to ride him, though... and then the truly surprising part, how he'd asked the fox to return the favor for him immediately after. Maybe he hadn't been fully straight to start with; Immortal had only ever asked if he was gay, but not the other. Since then it of course hadn't been a problem: now the boy whined and moaned and every now and then emptied his load hands-free across the bed the few times Immortal had managed to squeeze his knot under his tail. _That_still took a bit of effort. For Immortal, however...

With the squeeze and press of Brent's still-unswollen knot against the rim of his tailhole, he let out a low, shuddering sigh of breath and lessened his grip on the counter. Having a boy around more consistently than any of his hookups had helped quite a bit with his hunger and his urges, and besides, every time he just so happened to find himself locked tight in Brent's lap, either facing him or on his belly with the foxwolf mounted from behind, it felt as though their relationship became a bit tighter, a bit closer. Immortal had been Brent's first time stepping away from women and looking to his own for a sexual partner, and along the way that had become a romantic partner as well - and, the best part, he showed no questioning or regret about the entire thing.

It had come up once when the two were getting settled for bed, Immortal drying off after a shower and Brent stripping down. He mentioned that he was still figuring things out for himself, and that Immortal had provided a helping hand and a bright light to help him along his way - "among other things", the foxwolf had added with a smirk. No bad feelings, no worries, no regrets; Immortal licked his lips and swallowed, able to feel the tension in Brent's body through the grip on his hip, and the deliberately slow movements in starting to pull back out of him. Just an interest and an eagerness, with only a small amount of nerves. Like pursuing a new job, a new passion.

That felt like a good word for it. Passion. Brent's other paw came back up Immortal's belly and chest, this time on the outside of his shirt; the fox closed his eyes again and tilted his muzzle up and back, letting the feeling of Brent's claws through his fur dulled by the fabric send little shivers rippling down his arms, magnified somewhat by the feeling of having those six inches working along his tailhole. He'd had a certain light in his eyes when Immortal invited him over that first night, back then thinking it was just for making a new friend; along the way that light had remained and strengthened, twinkling and glimmering every time he looked upon the fox even if it were something simple, like turning his head to greet him getting home from work, or rolling over first thing in the morning and leaning in for a nose-nuzzle.

Especially for the latter. It was the small things like that, really. Another slow, firm thrust in brought Immortal's body straight upright again, and he gritted his teeth - Brent had a certain bulge and curve to his shaft that felt particularly good, maybe a result of his mixed heritage. Almost like a... like a training knot, as little as Immortal needed one: smooth, tapering tip broadening out to the blunt head, then smooth again along the shaft, and then about halfway through, that sleek curve outward... and then back in again, slipping a small and repeating change of pace in with each thrust, each pull back.

Familiar rhythms and familiar feelings, with Immortal rhythmically gripping onto the counter and releasing, gripping and releasing, just as he only half-intentionally did with his tailhole around the other's length. A push back with each thrust in, a tight squeeze as he slid back down and out to the tip... Brent's grip similarly tightened and lessened, his attention wafting back and forth between holding the fox in place for his breeding and actually doing the breeding itself. Immortal's nose couldn't quite forget about the rich smells of bacon and eggs and sausage floating around in the kitchen, but they seemed distant at most with all of this.

Along the way he jerked his hips back and kept them there, back arched beneath his boyfriend's pounding and under his own reciprocation of that rhythm, both for the feeling of it - that slight tilt to his rump meant that if Brent pulled out far enough, each time he slid forward again resulted in the underside of his tip pushing _right_over that spot that made the fox twitch and clench and leak another drip of pre - and to keep his own cock, twitching hard, from grinding uncomfortably against the kitchen counter. A little spread of his legs, a lick of his lips and a panting swallow; Brent's paw briefly slid down his belly again, then came right back up towards his chin.

The foxwolf's knot, even unswollen, gave a bit more of a kick beneath the pulsing and pounding, of course. Immortal could feel the rim of it each time Brent started to tease it in, his thrusts slowing at the end of their momentum before reversing again, that bright little stretch to his already-worked muscles to tease him further open, to slide him along that second bulge until-

-with a slight pop, very slight, Immortal felt it slip inside of him, with the foxwolf's hips pressing firmly up against his rump. Yet another shiver bounced through his body, both for that feeling and for the teasing of claws along his jawline through his fur as Brent took his muzzle and tilted it back to himself, not for a kiss yet but for continued nuzzling, nosing, licking. He remained hilted inside of him like that for only a second before a firmer pull brought him back out, all the way to his tip, and then from there he sank back in... and pushed through that resistance, slightly more, slightly wider now after the feeling of the fox's squeezing back around his base.

"You seem-" Immortal's whiskers gave a little twitch at the warm puff of Brent's words, washing across the side of his muzzle. The foxwolf dove down again to bury his nose against the base of Immortal's jaw, tilting his head away for a moment. "-eager today..."

He tried to speak, failed, swallowed, and tried again, with another spread of his legs. "Feels..." Brent's thrusts had taken on a bit more force at either end of his movement, squeezing his slowly-growing knot in and then tugging it back out, pace increasing as well. It took quite a bit of self-control for Immortal not to reach down, push his sheath back down past his own knot, and get himself off as he rode those little bucks, the slightly-uncomfortable yet so pleasure stretching of his rim, again and again. "Feels good..."

"Really does..." And with that, Brent's paw drifted around to the other side of Immortal's chin to tilt it up and back, more towards himself... and he leaned in to press their lips together, tongue briefly flicking in between first. The force and urgency between his thrusts continued to grow, as did the difficulty he had in working the full of his length against his fox: Immortal raised one footpaw off the ground and leaned a bit into that rhythm, relaxing the best that he could against that fat near-fist pumping into him and popping back out, now filling him with the familiar pressure of a full knot stretching his rump, pulling back against his muscles... and then Brent thrust forward once more, buried tightly inside of him, and breathed a shuddering moan into the kiss, past Immortal's lips and into his own maw.

That wasn't where he stopped, though. Sweet shudders of pleasure rippled through the foxwolf, yet before they finished, he'd started pulling back out - until the force of coming free caused Immortal's hips to bounce forward towards the kitchen counter. Again and again the two worked at each other, rump pushing back and hips pounding forward, little lock, jerk, and shared gasp after each. Their lips parted so each could get another breath, or give voice to another moan, or just start another, deeper kiss in the chain.

Soon he couldn't help but squeeze right back around the base of the foxwolf's knot, pumping into him and pulling back out, both with enough force to drag Immortal's hips in the rhythm. Brent's other paw finally drifted down again to hook his thumb around the base of the fox's own knot, teasing and touching and pulling yet not doing quite enough to get him off - not yet, at least. He rubbed his thumbpad over that hot, slick flesh, drawing forward along his length as he buried deep inside of him and then curling around the underside when he pulled back, now reaching to cup his boyfriend's balls in his palm and roll them over his fingers, then released them but kept his paw in place so he could feel them swinging forward and back with the fast, hard motion.

And he'd said Immortal had been the eager one. Still gripping the edge of the counter, still panting unsteadily whenever he could find the chance between Brent's attempts to suck his tongue out of his mouth. Finally the foxwolf drew the rest of the way back, going right down to bury his muzzle in the thicker fur around Immortal's neck, and dug his claws into the fox's rump to spread him as wide as he could around his fat knot. That other paw finally came back up as well, this time wrapping fully around his shaft and giving a few good, swift pumps, before sliding back - having his ass pounded like this always, always made him leak like a faucet - and wrapping a pair of fingers and his thumb around the base of Immortal's own knot, supple sheath squeezed back against his grip even as he tugged forward.

That brought a similar squeeze and tug from the fox himself, a shaky lift into the balls of his footpaws, a tense swallow and a grit of his teeth... and then next thing he knew he was thrusting fiercely forward into that grip, painting the front of the kitchen cabinets with a few thick, eager spurts, the first couple forceful enough to make an audible sound as they hit. At the same time, claws digging up beneath the granite - real granite! That had been expensive - overhang of the countertop, he tugged similarly forward along Brent's fully-swollen knot, pressure of his formidable girth filling him and keeping his legs shaking even after he himself had finished... and though the foxwolf tried to pull back, though he tried to tug himself out once more, this time the fox squeezed down on him too tightly, too hungrily.

Then he, too, was shaking all over, teeth gritted against the back of Immortal's shoulder and breath coming out in hot, shivering puffs... and another attempted yank followed by a firm buck forward, briefly lifting Immortal onto his toes for a second, came before he let the rest of his breath out in a longer, lower moan. Like most of the other times, Immortal could feel the spurts as they came, the powerful throbbing through the short span of Brent's length past his knot, right around which his tailhole had clamped. Each one came with another thrust, a bit weaker than the last... until Brent slumped down over him, panting heavily.

A moment later and he reached forward to brace his own paws on the kitchen counter, Immortal still partially bent over and enjoying the warmth, the heat of his boyfriend hilted entirely inside of him. Hunger satisfied but not quite quenched, and taking that knot once today meant that it'd be a bit easier tonight... so long as he wasn't too sore, of course. But, then, it might just take a bit more stretching. Nothing he wasn't used to.

Another little tug, this time resulting in a slow shiver that bounced up along Brent's back, and the fox breathed a low laugh. It would take him a moment to catch his breath, too. "You know..." Another swallow, and another lick of his lips. He could feel a bit of the foxwolf's saliva, soaked into the fur of his chin; after realizing this, he let his tongue back out across the wet patch again. "Breakfast's probably gotten cold by now..."

Brent gave a small, noncommittal rumble into the fur of Immortal's back, then after a moment managed to lift his head up and rested his chin on his shoulder. "That's why God gave us microwaves. You know, hon, that felt..." This time when he pulled his hips back, Immortal had to intentionally clench down around him to keep him inside - and after the punishment his tailhole had just received, that much came as quite a stretch of his ability, in more than one way. "Different. Somehow."

Immortal relaxed, and then nearly regretted it as he felt the combination of pre, saliva, and cum nearly allow Brent's swollen length to slip back out of him. To prevent that, he gave a push backwards which might have had a little too much force behind it, judging by the foxwolf's sharp intake of breath and his own extra little spurt of something halfway between pre and cum. "Well, I mean, we haven't gone at it standing up like this before - and, speaking of, next time we're at the store, let's... pick up one of those soft footpad things to stand on..."

"No, no. Well, that too, but..." Brent swallowed, still panting softly. "The kiss. It felt... _different_from the first time we did it."

That gave Immortal a little chuckle. "And the others haven't?"

"Well, yeah. But this was..." Shrug. "Just. Different. Good different. I think... I think I'm really starting to settle into this whole thing." He leaned forward and nuzzled up under Immortal's chin again, as much as he could from this angle. The fox tilted his head away to show more of his neck; Brent took that as an invitation to kiss the soft fur there. "This whole being-with-you thing."

"You wouldn't take it back?"

"'Course not." Paws floated back down Immortal's waist, this time for his fingers to rub gently at his hips rather than grip and tug and pull. The feeling of short claws drawing through his fur made him shiver. "I'm still here, aren't I? Just, like... wow, right? What're the chances?" Then, he scoffed. "To think I was at that bar that night to forget my ex and feel better. Well, I ended up succeeding at both of those, far better than I'd expected, and... I don't know." Another nuzzle. "You know, you're a lot better at kissing than she was."

That made Immortal laugh again. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. And, like - you know how I said that this was different?"

"I've forgotten in the four seconds since-" A firm tug from the knot inside his tailhole made his body tense tightly up, and interrupted him. He tried to glare at the foxwolf behind himself, but instead ended up just chuckling again. "Hey."

"I was going to say..." Brent leaned in to nuzzle yet again, though this time turned that into another string of small, gentle kisses, coming up along Immortal's shoulder to his cheek. "You and I. Remember our first kiss?"

Lying down on the couch on another night when Brent came over a couple of weeks ago, before the two had officially put a word to their relationship yet after they had each figured out what it was... Immortal lying back on Brent's chest, the foxwolf's paws held against his own, with that nice blanket which had already gathered his scent drawn up to his chin. It was a B-movie, somewhere between a horror and a kung-fu film, and at the same time one hundred percent comedy. About halfway through Brent mentioned he wanted to get up to get a snack, so Immortal lifted himself up, looked back at him, swallowed... and then it just sort of happened, then, paws intertwining while his other arm draped across the foxwolf's shoulders, muzzles coming in together. Their lips first brushed, then retreated, then brushed again, and this time held, locked, parted...

"That was different, too," Brent went on, voice slightly muffled by the fox's fluff. He raised his head. "I mean, different from kissing_her_. From kissing... well, any girl, really. I don't know if that's 'cause you're a guy, or if it's just you, but I-"

Right there, the rumbling of his stomach interrupted him. Immortal caught a slight whiff of surprise on his scent right then, and that combined with the fact that he could _feel_the rumbling against his lower back, Brent's body flush against his, made him start shaking with barely-suppressed laughter - which quickly seeped over into the foxwolf as well, until he'd wrapped his arm around Immortal's lower body and buried his muzzle in his neck again to try to muffle the sounds.

"Okay." Brent lifted his head back up. "Yeah. We should, um... I am hungry, and my legs are gonna give out any moment now, so..."

Immortal gave his rump a gentle swish side to side in teasing the foxwolf, but that on top of the feeling of that fat knot pulling back out of him one last time, muscles nearly too weak to do anything about, almost sent him right back over the edge he'd just started to recover from. If he kept up this energy, both of them would be too tired to head to work when the time came.

That might not be so much of a problem, though. Anything to spend more time together.