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James never questioned his role as a partygoer in life, but like anyone else, he felt a little bit awkward trying to mingle and schmooze when he was a plus one, rather than attending the party of a direct friend.

Worse still, that friend had wandered off to be with a crowd that James didn't know anything about, and just like that, the timber wolf was a fish out of water.

"Not to rain on anyone's parade," he muttered, grabbing himself a glass by the all too stereotypical punchbowl, "But this party kinda has me down."

He only spoke because he felt the presence of someone walking up next to him, and he spoke without thought or concern about who that person might have been. He didn't mean to insult anyone, but emotions made it to his lips before logic could stop them, and when he turned to face them with a full glass, he noticed a coywolf staring back at him, standing just a little shorter than he was.

"You're not raining on a parade," she replied dryly. "You're raining on a party, which is even worse, really."

She didn't hesitate to brush past the timber wolf and grab herself a glass, rather than waiting for him to offer her one. "It's...it's not the party," he replied, after some hesitance. "This place is actually really nice, and I'm sure the people are too, but I don't know anybody. I thought I was done with feeling this awkward back in high school."

"All it takes is a frustrated woman to make you change your tune?" she asked, though her thinned lips were starting to curl. "It's nice of you to compliment my place and all, but you're right: these people are really nice. I wouldn't have let them into my home otherwise, and you might enjoy yourself more if you let them into your social circle."

"If you're willing to trust them in your house...I guess I have no excuse," James admitted. "Sorry for being a downer. I came along with one of those people in the crowd, but now I can't even find him."

"Let him have his fun," she replied. She was quickly became the friendly type when she realized that James was simply feeling awkward, going as far as to brush her paw over the back of his triceps as she encouraged him. "The beautiful thing about being at a party with a new crowd is that you've got new friends to make, and if everything goes terrible, who cares? You'll probably never see these people again if that's the case."

She was talking about the soiree as if it was a wedding instead of a house party, but her philosophy was once that James would try to embrace as he took a sip of the potent juice. "I guess you're right," he admitted, tensing his arm just a little to lift his muscles into the touch. "Besides, I might run into a couple of familiar faces here! Yours...actually looks a little familiar, now that I mention it."

"I don't think we've ever met," she claimed, though the pattern of her fur, striped in such a bold pattern of heavy tan and soothing gray, was reminiscent of someone James was sure he knew. "But if you're local, I'm sure you'll find someone that you know."

"Well, to making new friends, hm?"

"To making new friends."

Their plastic cups thunked together before they each took another sip, but even before each cup could be pulled back, a third was added to the mix, joining the toast.

"And to seeing old ones again, James."

There was no way that James could ever forget the smooth, slick tone of Aaron's voice upon his ears, and other parts of his body responded in a less visible way as verbal honey was poured over his eardrums.

With no drink left in his muzzle, James should have been quicker to reply, and Aaron did his part to give him the floor, as he took a deep gulp from his own cup. "T...To seeing old ones indeed, Aaron," he wasn't the kind of man who could lie on the spot, much as he wanted to deny ever having met the marbled fox. "I had no idea that you were going to be here!"

"How would you have?" Aaron inquired, raising a brow at the thought. "Not like you called me or anything."

Aware of the onus that put on him, James had to fight back against himself to avoid becoming defensive. "I didn't," he agreed, "But I also had no way of knowing that you were gonna be here."

"Turns out we have a mutual friend, then. I wouldn't have guessed it either!"

"I know our town isn't that small, but I can't say I'm surprised. You keep good company, Aaron."

"As do you, James. It's a shame that you're not at the top of anyone's list."

Though the host didn't seem to understand it, James quickly caught onto the pun. He took another sip of his drink to keep from gritting his fangs, but the growing air of tension between them was obvious enough.

"I don't suppose I'm at the bottom of any of them, either," he offered his own clever reply, feeling the need to defend what happened between them as a one-time occurrence.

With just a few hours of his time and a wealth of skill and knowledge, Aaron was able to show James that being a dominant party in the bedroom didn't come down to size alone, and though he was reluctant to admit it, the timber wolf was still reeling from the experience, unable to decide which end of the domineering spectrum he truly sat upon.

"It's not really fair to say that, no," Aaron agreed. "After all, it's hard to overlook someone who stands as tall as you do!"

"I've been told that I stand out in a crowd, yes...but at a place like this, that's kinda hard to do. There's so many interesting faces around!"

James knew that was his only chance to steer the conversation away from himself and their sexual history. With the host watching closely and smiling as if she knew something more, she allowed them to catch up, withholding her own opinion on their unique interactions.

"How many of them have you actually stopped to chat with? I've only seen you at the punch bowl so far," Aaron mentioned. "It took me a while to get over to you."

"I'm...less of a conversation starter these days," James suggested. "I usually wait for the conversation to come to me."

"Do you have a tendency to dominate the conversation? Or do you just kinda go along with the flow from topic to topic?"

He knew full well that Aaron was just taking subtle shots at him, but James couldn't help a little bit of a grimace, all the same. "I like to go where the conversation takes me," he claimed. "I'd say that dominating it something that you're more accustomed to."

"I get that a lot."

"And since I've got a lot of other guests to attend to," the host interjected, "I'm gonna go ahead and let you two get better acquainted. Seems like you're hitting it off rather well!"

"Like a pair of old friends meeting up again after all those years," Aaron threw out a fake scenario, not giving James the chance to explain anything. "I'll see you around a little later!"

She waved as she took a step back, still smiling at James as if they had some kind of vague history. He wanted to dedicate more of his thoughts to figuring it out, but that became nigh impossible with the endless distraction of Aaron's presence in front of him.

"And now that she's gone, do you mind telling me what the hell you're really doing here?" James demanded.

Aaron was refilling his cup with a sly smile. "I didn't lie to you about anything," he claimed. "I really do know the hostess, I really am staying with her for a few days, and it really is a strange coincidence that you and I should bump into each other here. Of course, it seems that you're much less comfortable with my presence than I am with yours..."

"That's because you've got the kind of information that could really ruin my good time here if it leaked," James explained under a frustrated groan. "I still don't know how you did what you did to me, but the fact is that I'm here to find a new bitch to bottom for me!"

"And you're worried that I might be so rude as to go around the party, telling everyone how you were begging to get speared on my cock for hours on end?"

His voice was just loud enough that someone might have overheard if they were a little closer, but where Aaron had perfect composure, James was visibly coming unglued.

"I'm worried that you've already done that, Aaron!"

"If it makes you feel any better, I haven't...yet."

James sighed. "What exactly do you have to gain from doing that?"

"In theory, nothing," Aaron admitted. "Would be an awful lot of fun to watch you scrambling around the party to defend your reputation while you look for your new bottom, though."

There was little James could do to keep Aaron by the punchbowl; the party was in full swing and there were plenty of other targets for the marbled fox to go after, if he was so inclined.

There were plenty for James to go after, as well, but his confidence was already dwindling with Aaron nearby, as if the vulpine had such an effect on him just by being in the vicinity.

"What can I do to keep you from opening your big mouth any wider than you already have?"

"Haven't opened it yet," Aaron reminded him. "And I'm not sure you've got enough in your account to be writing checks like that."

James winced. "...Look; please don't make me beg you."

"Wouldn't be much of a top if you were willing to beg someone for something, would you? Hell...you're just giving me more ammunition than I know what to do with!"

Though he never meant to shoot himself in the foot, James quickly realized that he'd done exactly that, and a second shot was coming if he didn't find a way to silence Aaron, fast.

Making a scene at the party was the last way he wanted to do that, and just as he had the idea to fling a ladle full of punch at Aaron, he came up with something that wouldn't make him look like such an asshole.

"Fine...I'm begging you not to tell anyone, Aaron. You name the terms, but you can't tell anyone about what we did!"

"Guess you were ready to negotiate after all," Aaron replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I respect you for coming in guns blazing, but I don't think you'll like my offer."

"I'm sure I won't."

"If you're going into it with that kind of attitude...well. There's some empty bedrooms upstairs," Aaron's voice faded to a bit of a murmur as he looked toward the stairs to the second floor. "You give me a repeat performance of our first encounter, and I won't tell anyone about either one of them."

James gulped, having expected such a proposal. His tail lifted in excitement at another round with Aaron, but flattened as the marbled fox ushered him away; anyone watching would know what they were up to.

**

"Couldn't we have picked a further room? This one is right by the edge of the fucking party!"

"The fucking party is up here," Aaron teased. "That's the regular party down there."

"I hate you so damn much..."

"Bullshit."

Aaron had a counter for every cynicism of the submissive wolf, knowing that his protests would become weaker with every passing moment. There was hardly a struggle as the marbled fox tugged the larger, meatier canine right out of his shirt and went to work on his shorts, and by the time that waistline was loosened, James was little more than clay in the paws of the master artisan.

"Still s-should've picked a room further down," James offered a final, verbal complaint as he felt Aaron pushing him toward the bed in the middle of the room; there was no effort to push the door closed, leaving it cracked enough that anyone would be able to sneak a peek at the pair in the middle of the act. "Are you just that desperate to get caught?"

"That desperate to get started, sure," Aaron confessed. "But if you're so worried, I'm sure there's a pillow you can howl into when you start cumming all over yourself."

Aaron wasn't heartless, but his methods were beyond effective: the growing tip of a canine cock was already peaking from James' sheath as he was eased right to the edge of the bed. Skillful paws quickly went from roaming and exploring his muscular form to pushing it onto the covers, and the floor shook as James settled in the middle, looking up at Aaron from a defeated position.

He didn't know if it was the touch, the voice, or the aura of the vulpine that reduced him to such a trembling, quivering mess, but James couldn't find his usual strength around Aaron.

He could only spread his legs a little wider as Aaron began unzipping his pants, knowing that they'd have to act quickly if they were going to get through a full act without interruption.

"Like you could make me cum in the first place," James wasn't going to make things any easier for Aaron than he already had, but the hardest part was over and done with.

Aaron was already down to the dirty details as he snatched a small bottle of lube from the nightstand. He lost his jeans on the way back to the spread wolf and made sure that his longer, vulpine rod was slicked from the tip to the base before he lined up his shot.

His digits flittered closer and closer to James' full, stiff member, but right before the moment of contact, his own tip pressed against the tailhole of the wolf and began spreading it open. Excess lube streaked from Aaron's claws and messed up the canine's fur instead, leaving his cock to twitch in the air without a single touch.

James knew better than to wrap his own palm around it, tempting as the thought was.

"Just remember taunting me like that when you're licking the jizz from your lips," Aaron's tone was decidedly firmer than it was before: he was all business as the tip of his cock spread the unprepared entrance of the wolf wider and wider, until his shaft was halfway buried within. Having a larger body meant that James was able to handle a bit more than the average submissive, but his face still twisted up at the pressure of it all as Aaron leaned further and further in.

He tugged on the legs of the wolf and centered him on the edge of the bed, keeping him right where he wanted as the front of his torso finally met with James' body. Inner thighs wrapped around hips and a gentle plap was drowned out by the party as Aaron's flesh met gently with the base of a canine sack.

The first few passes were the end of anything gentle that Aaron would do for him.

"Won't h-have to," James was barely able to protest when the fox finally picked a pace and settled on it, finding his breath terribly difficult to capture. "It'll never f-fucking happen..."

"All that attitude, and you still can't get yourself on top of a spunky little fox like me? You must really want to be there," Aaron taunted him as he continued to pump, denying the wolf any kind of a break from the delicious pressure he offered. "Just l-laying on your back, taking it like a little bitch..."

"I don't want to b-be here..."

"Says that boy that's leaking precum all over himself."

Aaron rammed in deep, his sack slapping against the bottom of James' ass and shaking the bed. A strand of precum flung back from the tip of the wolf's member and soaked into the thicker fur upon his tummy, as if Aaron could command the canine's body to give a preview of the finale that was yet to come.

He licked his lips at the thought of being able to sample a drop or two, but that wasn't the goal that the marbled fox had in mind.

"Well, when..._nnf..._y-you're fucking me, l-like...t-that..."

"Like you're a weak, pathetic little pup?" Aaron stole his thought just as easily as he stole his breath, pumping into the wolf without even a hint of hesitation anymore. "Like you're a needy little bottom that will do anything to get me to fill your sorry ass with my mess?"

The words of protest and resistance were on James' lips as he panted, but those rapid, eager breaths kept him from forming the words.

He'd already lost track of just how many times Aaron had bottomed out inside of his tailhole and stretched it to the limit, and he was only just started to feel the bulb of a vulpine knot pushing at the tender, well-fucked entrance.

His inner walls would spread like butter for that delightful lump of flesh, but first came a clench that was so tight, Aaron had his own breath taken away.

Damn it...how the fuck did he do that?!

James was glad that he couldn't find the words to describe his elation as familiar pressure ran up the bottom of his shaft and made it twitch with new life. Throbbing back at his own form, James watched long, thin ropes of his own cum pour back over the thick, defining muscles of his abdomen, starting off with a burst and trickling down to an ooze; the sheets weren't spared from the mess as no paws came to steady the trembling length, making a terrible mess of the bed.

Aaron caught a little bit of the crossfire, but he was too busy grinning and huffing as his knot easily pushed inside of the larger beast; there wasn't even an audible pop of the knot sealing itself away, but James was more concerned with the feeling of pleasant, flooding warmth as his tailhole became overloaded with the creamy yield.

Over the quiet panting and shivering bodies, there did finally come a voice, but James' ears went completely flat against his skull when he heard it.

"Cassidy..." the voice was thick and low, so much that James could almost feel it in the pit of his stomach, "Why are you fucking him on my bed?!"

James had closed his eyes in the throes of passion and kept them winced as he felt vulpine cum slowing to a trickle inside of him.

He was afraid to open them ever again, knowing by voice alone that Zechariah had just stepped through the doorway.