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Bzzt - bzzt. That would be Marlin again. It had taken some manner of willpower for Eli to glance at his phone earlier, see the 2 new messages notification, slide it open to verify who those messages had come from - though really, he didn't _need_to - and then finally just slip his phone back into his pocket. What did the fox expect? Cancel plans that they'd had for over a week, then allow him to make back-up plans... and suddenly expect Eli to open up again?

Well, sure, that's how it had gone several times in the past. The wild dog shifted on the couch where he lay with Lynn lounging along the arm at the other end; after showing him through the small dining room and attached kitchen with the short stairway down towards the garage "and other room", she'd said ominously, the striped hyena had asked him if there was anything else he wanted to go do tonight, and on him saying no had brought him into here to watch TV. Eli didn't mind - or, rather, he did enjoy it. It was nice just... spending time with her, he'd found. From sitting next to each other in the movie, then coming over here and sitting through her tarot reading, then finding a snack in the kitchen and floating over here just to let the time pass...

It almost felt like high school all over again, when he had no real responsibilities and he could just spend his time sitting around in a friend's general vicinity. Maybe it was the alcohol that added to that feeling a bit: after their snack, which had been a plate of frozen pizza rolls heated up in the microwave - again, just like high school - he'd asked for another drink, and after being asked if he was OK with it, had Lynn put in a little something extra. Something that bit harder than the whiskey, and cooled the back of his throat above the cloying sweetness of the soda. He glanced down into his glass, held in his other paw against the arm of the couch, and then swirled it around a bit. Only barely could he see the oily shimmer of alcohol inside the golden-amber of the cream soda.

Bzzt. Honestly, though, it was starting to feel a bit bad, ignoring the fox like this... but again, it wasn't like he didn't deserve it, right? Eli had played in Marlin's favor countless times in the past. He didn't want Lynn to be another friendship ruined for his on-again off-again ex-boyfriend. Really, it would just all be easier if that connection were still there - the boyfriend thing - so he could stop... feeling like... like what?

Eli looked up at the screen, then down at the phone in his paw, then up at the screen again, then over at the striped hyena across from him. She seemed only half-absorbed in what she'd put on; maybe two seconds passed before her ears perked and she returned his gaze, her own glass touching her lips.

"What's up?" she said, then tilted that glass for a sip.

It took another second for his phone to turn on after he hit the button. It always did that. 3 new messages: "Hey, are you still up f..."; "Eli? I'm free right now, I c...."; [Photo attached]... he swept the notification away with his thumb. "The tarot thing."

"Oh yeah, that?" The hyena tossed her head back to let out a laugh. "It's spooky, isn't it? I have a buddy who let me do a reading for him once, then literally walked out of the house and didn't come back. Again, though, you gotta remember it's all bullshit. Horoscope stuff."

"Well, yeah. It just got me thinking a bit." He watched the screen for a bit. She'd put on an anime he recognized, but not one he followed. "How much've I told you about Marlin?"

Even though she'd just put her glass down, she brought it right back up. Maybe that was to hide the twist in her expression. "Your fox? Not much, I think. As you just said, his name's Marlin, though I can't be assed to remember that like half the time. You two've been together and broken up - God knows how many times, right? Since... college?"

"High school."

"High school. Right. I know you wanna get back with him. And I know that you still suck his dick as though you'll get withdrawals without it."

The wild dog spluttered on a sip, sitting starkly forward. "What? I said that?"

"Sure didn't." Lynn tapped the side of her nose. "I'm just guessing that you had fox for an appetizer before we went out for lunch last week. Right?"

Now it was _his_turn to hide behind his drink. Too bad it was coming on empty. "Well, I-"

"Eli." Lynn shifted, bringing one leg up onto the couch cushion and turning towards him. If she reached a paw out, she could touch his leg. "I don't think you need me to tell_you that I think it's an awful idea for you two to get back together." He opened his mouth to respond, but she jabbed a finger towards him. "If you ask _why I swear to God I'm gonna put poison in your next drink."

"No, it's just..." He sighed. No matter what he said here and now, he still knew that he'd open and _enjoy_that photo message once he got home. "I know. Just, five, six years of being with him, on and off? Nobody else has approached me. I haven't gotten interested in anyone else. Just him."

"I could be talkin' out my ass here, but I've been in a place similar to yours before, Eli, and that's a really low bar to settle for."

"Well - what if nobody else comes along? You know?"

"And what if somebody does?_Something tells me he's not the kind who likes to share, or else this wouldn't be a problem for you." Instead of taking another sip, Lynn reached over and set her glass down on the end table beside her. Then she came a little closer and _did rest her paw on the wild dog's leg... and even though she touched him lightly, even though he could still feel the cushioning between his fur and her fingerpads, that point of contact still seemed to send a little jolt of electricity through him. "You say you haven't found anybody else in those six years. Have you even tried?"

"Love isn't..." He swallowed. That word still gave his heart a jump every time he said it. "Isn't something you try for. I thought."

He thought she would've chewed him out for that, looking at the expression on her face. Instead, though, the hyena watched his muzzle for a moment, rolled her jaw a little maybe in thinking, then settled back against the couch. "I used to think that, too, you know."

"Huh?"

"That you don't have to try for love. That you don't need to." She crossed her arms. Immediately Eli missed that touch. With a little bit of effort he pulled himself up as well, holding his glass in his paws between his knees. "I've been in... more relationships than I care to admit. It's a hard lesson. Do you - well, the difference between talent and skill. You know there's a difference, right?"

"Kinda...?"

"Okay. Well. Talent is something you're born with. Y'know? Like - oh, he's naturally talented at playing piano. Oh, she's really good at math without trying. That kind of thing."

He nodded. "Yeah."

"And skill is what you work for. Skill is what gets you into - into museums, skill is what gets you into space, skill is what... what you work for. Talent's a good starting point, and skill takes time and effort, and it doesn't always pay off, but when it does... and do you know which one is more valuable, in the long run?"

Eli remained quiet. Lynn's eyes looked smooth solid brown in this light, with just the barest ring of gold at the rims catching and reflecting the flashing from the TV screen.

"Falling in love is the easy part, Eli. That's the part that just suddenly fuckin' happens, and it takes you by force and by surprise, and it - feels like you can ride that high, forever and forever. Staying in love is the hard part. Sometimes that attraction disappears, and you don't even notice because you got used to it being there. So you hang on in that relationship, clinging to what used to be, hoping it'll come up again, imagining that it's still there. And you don't even know it's gone."

"Lynn, I-"

"So then you're in this - dead end for seven months, for two years, for four years. Six years. Whatever. And you don't even know what you're missing, and you're not even thinking to step outside and see what's there." That same finger that she'd jabbed at him, Lynn now tapped against herself. "I've been there. It sucks. It fucking sucks. That's why I just get this bad feeling whenever you mention Marlin, or you talk about him, or - hell, when I can smell him on you. Or at least what I think is his scent. I've been with a fox before; I know that."

Eli stretched over to put his glass down as well, then used the lean back to scoot closer to her. Their knees touched on the couch. "Lynn-"

"I just have no_tolerance for bullshit like that, and that seems to be all he's giving you. You and I have known each other for, what, a week? Hardly? We've seen each other that first time at Brian's," she counted on her fingers, "then the next day there and lunch, then today. And though you haven't said _much about him, I think he's been the most commonly visited subject of conversation between us, over text or whatever. How many of your friends think that's a healthy relationship?"

He swallowed. "Well, I don't... really..."

"What about your family? When I was with Rodney, God - I had to keep him separate from my brother since I thought Richard might literally_bite his throat out. And I _just_decided to block him a couple of months ago. So it's hard, Eli. It's goddamn _hard to take that step. But you can't... just..." She ran her paw up through the thick mane arching back across her head, pulled him a breath through clenched teeth...

...then held it, and let it rattle out only after Eli had wrapped his arms around her and pressed his muzzle against her neck and shoulder. Here, this close, the heat of her body seeped into his, and on her barely-familiar scent he could pick up... all kinds of things, really. He'd never really been skilled at identifying emotions by someone's scent, but Lynn was a whirlwind. A clustered forest, racked and torn by a storm. The wild dog shifted, tugged her body closer to him, swallowed.

"I'm sorry," he said, quietly. His breath radiated out into her fur, wafted back against his face. He moved his muzzle a little. "I know it's hard. That's why it's been six years. I'm just - not strong enough to do anything about it. I can sit here and talk with you, and tell you I hate it and I don't _want_it to be this way, but I know that that's still what my heart wants."

"Because... you don't... _have_anything else." Lynn sighed again, slumping forward into his arms a bit. After a moment he felt one of her paws come up and rest against his back, down along his spine. "Right? That's what it was for me. I was with him, and that's what I was used to. I was more afraid of being on my own than - facing what I knew I'd get from him. The same disappointment and frustration he'd given me for four years." She swallowed again, then shifted. Eli lifted his muzzle a little bit; Lynn adjusted so that she still had her shoulder against his chin. "I'm not gonna ask if you love him. The way you talk about him, and knowing what it's like being in your position..."

"I think I do. I say I do." This time it was his turn to sigh. "I don't have anything to compare to."

She remained silent. After a moment Eli pulled back, though kept his arms around her; Lynn met his eyes quickly and easily, her gaze surprisingly clear for the stormy torrents he'd picked up on her. Her arms remained around him as well, through drifted down towards his waist.

Eli chuckled, only partially forced. "You know," he went on. Maybe it was the alcohol. "I _almost_dated a girl, once. Back in high school, for prom."

At least that brought the ghost of a smile back. Lynn echoed his little laugh. "That doesn't count. That's for prom."

"Well, that's the thing - it didn't quite get to prom. Started, like... two weeks before? I was... I _was_interested. Brought her to the amusement park and everything."

That made her laugh a little louder. "Oh shit. The amusement park."

"Yeah. Right? But we... ended up breaking up before then." He shrugged. "I was in sophomore year. Wasn't - you know, interested. But I was still interested. I just never got the chance to really explore it, and then there was Marlin, and..."

Another shrug. Lynn adjusted her posture, actually coming closer to him. That movement brought another wave of air, of her aroma, across his muzzle again; less sharp, less prickly. Softer, smoother, yet still somewhat coarse. Like the thick mane driving down her back and along her tail.

"Just gotta keep your options open. My first kiss was with a girl."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah. Freshman year of high school. Cute otter, brightest fuckin' orange eyes I've ever seen. I remember - God. I wrote her a poem." Lynn shook with suppressed laughter. "She never saw it - moved away shortly after. Eyes orange like the sun, and - body as hot as its fire. Shit. Something like that."

Eli moved his muzzle back again. "I didn't know you were bi."

"Well. Kinda. I prefer _heteroflexible._It's not an active interest, you know? But, like... I'm not completely closed off to the idea. Again, keep your options open."

That made something... _twinge_in Eli. In the back of his head, down in his chest, partially between his legs. He realized he still had her in his arms, and after a moment let them fall away so he could draw them back into his lap. It _had_to be the alcohol. "You know... Lynn..."

The hyena had reached over for the TV remote. "Yeah? What's up?"

"I actually - wanted to talk about that." That wasn't fully true. "Um. Well. I'm sorry to bring it up again, but... the thing with Marlin... one things that's been making me, like, _hesitate_lately, is..."

She set the remote in her lap, facing him again. "Mm?"

Shimmering gemstone eyes. Almost gave him stage fright. "I'm just all kinds of torn. You know? I think I want to get back with him, but I know it's not the best for me, and there's the part of me that doesn't want to, and the part that wants the sex and nothing else, and... like, there's this new part, too. It's... well, it's, um..."

A bright smile suddenly spread across Lynn's muzzle, sudden enough that it actually startled Eli. The hyena reached forward to set the remote back down, turned to face him again... pressed one paw against his thigh, draped the other over his shoulder. "You just mentioned you never got to explore your 'interest' thing with that girl."

She leaned in; he leaned back. Suddenly it felt hot. "Y-yeah..."

A little bit of pressure there on his shoulder, a firmer grip on his thigh. "So now you wanna explore it with me, don't you?"

Eli swallowed again. Now her scent had become prickly in an entirely different way; he breathed it in through his nose, held it in his head, swallowed again, let it out. It felt almost as though he were a string held and tugged at both ends, with the slightest tweak and touch making him vibrate and shiver. "Lynn-"

"You know why I decided to approach you at Brian's last week, Eli?"

"No?"

"I thought you were hot." She shrugged, paws still in place. "Still do. Then you said - well, _basically_said - you were gay, so I thought I'd back off. Didn't, of course. Been trying to drop hints along the way. Is that a shitty reason for talking to you? Well, maybe. But see where it's led us."

It was _definitely_the alcohol. It had to be. Eli almost let himself lean back with that pressure. "I - can't say I'm not glad you did."

That made her eyes light up a little brighter. "Come to think of it, I haven't heard you come out and say it."

"What?"

"That you're gay."

This time when he swallowed, it felt dry. "I... I'm not so sure anymore. That was - that was the thing."

There was that quirk to her mouth again, that little sly smile. It was easy to ignore the sound from the TV in the background. "D'ya want me to help you figure out?"

Naturally, it took a moment to build up the confidence to answer... but Eli found that once he started, it was easier to keep going than to stop. "What - what do I need to do?"

"Well..." Instead of pushing him down as he'd expected her to, Lynn let her paw drift down from his shoulder and along his arm to grab his wrist. From there she lightly lifted it, never breaking eye contact, moved it in towards her... and brought it right up against her chest, pressing against the soft heat of her breasts through her shirt. "You could start by touching me. I-"

Then, though, despite himself and the thrumming in his chest, Eli squirmed and - pulled away, then next thing he knew, he was on his feet and pacing the floor. Something just didn't seem to feel right. Being here, with her - with her - when he'd planned to have tonight for Marlin, just as it had been for the past six years... and besides, he wasn't entirely, one hundred percent sure that-

Then he swallowed and looked down at the couch, towards where Lynn still sat with one of her paws half-raised. He couldn't quite understand what he saw there on her muzzle. His mouth felt dry again.

"Sorry, um... I... it's just, I've never..."

"Eli..." But there was no hurt in her voice. She lowered her paw a bit, then held it out towards him. When he didn't move she shook it, as if saying, come here; he placed his in hers, and instead of putting it right back against her chest, she closed her other over and gave a squeeze. Gentle pressure, enough for him to feel her, probably enough for her to feel his heartbeat. "I want to know. Do you want to do this?"

"Well..."

"I've been in shitty places during sex before. And I - need to know." The hyena sat back a bit. "I need to know that you do want to do this. I need to hear you say it. I don't want to push you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Especially - _especially_since you've got some drink in you."

It took effort to swallow. Usually he didn't have that problem in the bedroom. Or - in the living room, in this case. In a public bathroom at the back of a restaurant in others, in a dark corner at the rec center, between the bookshelves at the library when Marlin dropped in on his shift...

"I mean... I do." He nodded, raised his paws up to rest them behind his head, changed his mind and lowered them back down. "I do want to. I'm just... unsure about..."

"Liking it?" Lynn canted her head. "I don't want to push you into anything you're not a hundred percent about, Eli. You said yourself, you never got the chance to explore, but - if you're not sure..."

"No, I'm..." He took a step forward, then another, and then lowered himself back down to the couch. Lynn's face showed a small bit of relief at that, and her smile relaxed. "I'm sure. Are you?"

"Am I sure?"

"Yeah."

She nodded. Eli swallowed again, then started to raise his paw.

"So I..." This time it was he who guided his paw forward, then hesitated just before touching... and then he settled it in against her, into that same... quite squishy warmth. "...just... like that?"

"Mhmm. Also, don't be afraid... to..." The hyena rested her paw over his again to bring him around towards the side of her breast, then back into the center... and then she squeezed his grip around her. "...like that..."

That grab and squish made the hyena pull in a breath through her teeth, and for a moment Eli thought that that was just her putting on a show for him - until he did it again, and earned the same response out of her. He made sure to watch her face as he explored and felt, paw slowly and carefully making its way around her heavy curves, a second coming up to join the first...

...and Lynn couldn't help but squirm a little bit under the wild dog's touch. Sure, she sometimes preferred it a little harder and rougher, and this boy was particularly light with his attention, but - the fact that he was touching her at all... after a moment she opened her eyes, licked her lips, fixed her gaze on him. It took Eli a moment to notice, and look up from the target of his attention.

"You know," he breathed, the ghost of a chuckle under his voice, "I expected them to be... firmer."

"The whole 'melons' thing is just a figure of speech, you know." She adjusted her posture so she could begin pulling her shirt off. It took another moment for the wild dog to bring his paws away, and after Lynn had managed to get it off over her head, they immediately returned to their places. Without that extra layer of fabric his touch felt closer, more intimate... especially when his fingers started to tease and poke near the edge of her bra. He _was_curious.

"Well, yeah, but..." The boy licked his lips, swallowed, met her eyes again. He brought his paws further down, hefted her breasts in his paws, lifted, squeezed again; Lynn had to reach forward and brace herself against his thigh. "The size is about right. Is - is this okay?"

Again, she held that gaze for a few seconds, then reached for his wrists again. Those big radar dish ears perked and faint surprise showed in his eyes - and then surprise turned to slight embarrassment when Lynn brought his paws around her body, clumsily found the clasp of her bra with them, and used his fingers to undo it. Lynn licked her own lips, then, as she wrapped his fingers around the straps, pulled them forward, brushed along the sides of her chest as she did so... then returned his paws to their proper place. This time she could actually see the blush warm his cheeks, brighter and hotter than when Richard had pinned him earlier.

"This," she purred, "is better."

"Warm..." he managed, still rubbing, still squeezing. Eli dropped one paw to his leg, and brought the other out towards the side of her breast; a second later Lynn felt the pad of his thumb carefully, gently make its way in towards the center, tracing lightly around the skin of her nipple, just barely brushing against the edge. _That_made her shiver. "What about that?"

"Yeah, that..." Another shiver, right up from the base of her spine and echoing out through her arms. She draped one around his shoulder, partially for support and partially to bring him in closer. "That's good. You know, you - you can use your mouth, too..."

He swallowed again, starting to lean in and then catching himself. Silver-grey eyes twinkled in the light from the TV, the same sort of grey as the clouds that had blanketed the sky earlier in the afternoon. Lynn could feel his hesitation: she had to consciously keep herself from reaching up to guide him to continue teasing his thumb around her nipple. "I - I can?"

To that she rolled her eyes, licked her lips again, lifted her arm from around his shoulders to behind his head, and just - tugged him forward and down. The first thing to come out of that was a hot exhalation of breath directly between her breasts, then a small squirm, then something sounding like a noise of half-complaint... and then Eli swallowed and started to nuzzle in against her.

He enjoyed her scent. That was one thing she could definitely tell. Watching him press his nose against her fur and flesh, looking at the way he drew his muzzle up along the curve of her breast toward her collarbone and then back down, so soft, so warm lips teasing over tender skin, then another sigh of warm breath... followed by a gentle, unsure flick of his tongue, then another more fully around her nipple, then a long, slow drag over it. And that made her shiver, too; her mane prickled along her back. _That_hadn't happened in a while.

"You know, you don't have to be - that gentle, puppy, you can-"

A small nip of his front teeth bit her words off and replaced them with a small gasp. She could still feel that one for a moment, down in the lower middle of her back; her paw tightened around the wild dog's head, and after a second, she could feel Eli laugh quietly. With his mouth still around her nipple, hot breath washing out across the skin.

"Sorry," he said, then drew his tongue over where his teeth had just nipped. "Too much?"

"No." Lynn had to clear her throat and swallow. Her own paws were getting to feel a little antsy. "That was just fine."

"Is this - weird? At all?" This time when Eli lifted his muzzle, it came dangerously close to Lynn's. He was the one to draw back, though, and broke the eye contact shortly after. Despite his apparent eagerness and interest, he still did have a good measure of that anxiousness and... hesitation, beneath each of his movements and everything he did. "I mean, the, like... you know... licking..."

Lynn had started to feel the familiar tingle herself. She drew a fingerpad up along her breast, through saliva-wet fur and across slick skin, then slid that finger into her maw for a second. "No. Feels good. D'you like it?"

There was that blush again. Eli sat up and folded his paws in his lap, maybe trying to hide something - which Lynn had already taken full notice of. When he'd had his lips sealed around her nipple, it had taken quite a bit of effort not to reach forward and get a handful of that. She'd wanted him to focus on her, though, to take the time he needed to... explore. "Yeah," the wild dog went on after a second, eyes averted. "I - I think I do."

Her tail flicked behind her. Lynn's paws started to itch, almost: she really wanted to grab onto him, and she knew just where, too. "Good. You'll get a lot more of that next time we see each other, then..."

But before she could do anything, Eli's ears perked back up again, and his whiskers came forward. "Next time? Are we done? Did I - did I do something?"

Even so, the slight disappointment in his voice made her smile. Lynn held his gaze for a moment longer, then placed her paws right where she wanted them: one on his shoulder and the other on his waist, the former pushing him back down to the couch and the latter pulling his lower body towards her. "No, no, no. It's just _I_want a turn, too..."

First his eyes widened, then his ears splayed back, then they came back up again. Then his shoulders bumped against the arm of the sofa, and Lynn's nose bumped against his lower belly through his shirt, and it was Eli's turn to gasp. Without having to make a move the hyena could already smell him quite well, the warm, welcoming musk that she'd picked up on him once or twice before, strongest that second time they'd run into each other at Brian's. And now she drew it right from its source, nose pressing into the soft flesh of his belly, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants, feeling the heat and the swirling air...

God, she was hungry. She looked up the wild dog's body towards his muzzle, half-hidden behind one splayed paw. It took effort to hold herself there, fingers just barely teasing below his waistband, thumbs coming in close to his fly but not quite touching. Lynn licked her lips, chin resting against the very noticeable, very firm heat just past those few layers of fabric. Twitching, even with her just waiting there.

She waited for his eyes to meet hers, between his fingers. "Eli."

"Y-yeah?"

"Are you okay with this? Do you want me to do this?"

This time there was no hesitation. He nodded, swallowed, continued nodding a little more fervently. Of course he did. Boys always did. "Just - sorry if I'm a bit..."

Pop of his button, quiet drawl of the zipper after... even before pulling his pants down, Lynn dug her nose into that gap and directly against the source of his heat and his scent, now hidden only by the thin fabric of his boxers. She could feel the supple skin of his sheath, the slight puff of his pubic fur, the firm bulge of his knot still lingering past that lip of flesh and fur. A boy with a sheath; that was a good. She'd been wanting to dig her tongue into something.

"...disappointing..."

Then that last layer went, too, and Lynn drank in the sight of his length just as she'd done with his scent. Red-fleshed with visible veins, smooth, glistening with the slickness of his own arousal... and speaking of scent, that heavier, deeper musk hit her a second later, magnifying her hunger and the tingle she had. Instead of answering him right off, she leaned in, touched her nose right at the spot where his sheath revealed his cock, then... nuzzle up along his underside, tongue following nose.

Once she swallowed, his taste stuck to the back of her throat. Perfect. Lynn looked up at him past his length, paw already sliding its way down to work that knot out of his sheath. "You won't be," she rumbled, and dove back into it.

Or, rather, around it: Eli gave another small twitch and buck when her lips wrapped around his tapered tip, and then let his breath out in a shuddering moan as she descended along his length. Lynn made sure to keep an eye on his muzzle throughout her careful bobbing, both since she enjoyed his expressions and because she wanted to see his reactions.

First time you've got a woman between your legs, huh? See, it's not so bad. I'll make sure it's not your last, too.

That probably wouldn't be so difficult. He'd gotten well worked up just touching and licking her, too: each time Lynn's nose pressed down towards his belly she could feel him lift back up into her muzzle and give another throb, another not-so-silent request for her to continue, to keep going. Naturally, she obliged. The TV still played in the background, but that was nothing to her, now: she focused on him, his little twitches and jerks and gasps and sighs.

It seemed as though his embarrassment wasn't waning, too: that paw remained across his muzzle, though the wild dog seemed unsure whether he meant it to cover his eyes from the blushing or to cover his mouth from the noises. Each time he and Lynn locked eyes, her with his cock halfway between her lips, his large ears just flicked again and he looked away - usually followed by another moan, tense and tight.

He gave a surprised jerk when her paw wandered down to caress his sack, too, as though he hadn't expected the touch. Then another jump when it came back up to squeeze behind his now-revealed knot, and another when she nuzzled down to drag her tongue up from behind that knot to his tip, then yet again when she gave him a squeeze... and once she felt his peak approaching, she made sure to keep her eyes on his muzzle.

Eli couldn't do the same. He tensed up all over, every muscle pulling taut; he drew in a breath through clenched teeth, let it half out, squeezed his legs around the hyena's body, squirmed, managed to let out a quick "oh God-" and then jerked, again, and again, Lynn having moved back so that only his tip remained between her lips. She watched his face, letting her cheeks fill out with each spurt of his load... a bit bitter, slightly acidic. Not the worst. Not the best, but not the worst. And it seemed he kept on going, too, each spurt accompanied by a little thrust a bit weaker than the one before it, until all he had left to give was a weak little dribble. Then_he opened his eyes, his paw having dragged its way down his cheek and chin, and_then Lynn swallowed. Twice, to get all of it. When done she let him flop out of her mouth and against his lower belly, then leaned in and continued lapping at the underside of his still-twitching cock.

"See?" the hyena rumbled after a moment, looking up at him again. He looked positively drained. Of course he did. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"...No," he managed after a while, panting gently in the pause. Eli reached up and wiped the back of his paw across his forehead. "That... that really wasn't. Um..."

Lynn moved down, slid her paws underneath his thighs to raise his hips, dug her nose right between his balls... "Mm?" She wanted to remember this scent, this dry, cloying heat that clung to the back of her tongue and throat and kept that tingling in the base of her spine. If only Eli knew what his scent did to her; hardly a week spent knowing each other, and she'd had to restrain herself multiple times to keep from tilting his head to the side and burying her muzzle against his neck.

"Do you... think I could..." Just then he seemed to realize she hadn't stopped nuzzling at him, and his blush returned in full force. It was very visible in his ears. "...Stay the night here? I mean - yeah, I've drunk a bit, and..."

"'Course you can, puppy." Couldn't miss that calling him that made his ears flick. Lynn pursed her lips against his warm sack once more, then drew herself up onto her elbows. A swallow and an inhale... and she could still smell and taste him as richly as though she were still in place. "I'd prefer you did, actually. Not because - you know, but. The alcohol thing. No, I didn't plan that. I wasn't expecting you to want a second drink, much less a third."

Eli chuckled softly, and let his head bump back against the arm of the couch. "Sorry."

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'm glad you liked it." Lynn straightened up as well, scratched at a spot along her chest, and then suddenly remembered she was still naked from the waist up. Probably stay that way for the rest of the night. "Richard's gonna be out for the night, so... there's the guest room, across the hall from mine. Or there's my bed. Mine's a queen and the guest's a double." She shrugged. "Up to you. I think you know what I'd prefer, but of course, please don't let that make you feel pressured. You've done a lot tonight."

"I know." The wild dog straightened up now that he no longer had her weight across his lower body, and briefly busied himself with getting his pants backed up. Lynn eyed that glistening red length of still-mostly-hard flesh until it disappeared from her view. "I have."

She reached out to touch his shoulder. This time, after a moment, he leaned into it. "Are you feeling alright, Eli?"

"Yeah." No hesitation on that one again. When he smiled, Lynn could feel it bridge the gap between them and carry over across her muzzle as well. "I am. I was - nervous. Very nervous. Unsure what to expect, you know? Not from you, from... from myself. But I think it... went..." Shrug. "Well."

"Well enough to try again?"

His smile widened. "I think so."

"Bed, then?" She let her paw fall from his shoulder, then hesitated, then let it close around his wrist. "I'll show you."

He didn't pull away. "Bed, then."