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Perhaps the most chief among Silver's rules for Howlr usage was that condoms were a must. He brought a few to every connection. It had proved more than useful on the majority of his hookups, because apparently the gay community at large was nowhere near as health conscientious as he was. A few guys were even a little startled when Silver insisted on using them. Silver felt like perhaps the only twink-ish slut who wasn't also a cum-slut. This wasn't for lack of trying. He desperately wanted to feel a man's cum in him. It was a need by this point. It had grown steadily throughout each hookup. It was becoming a vast land of sexual exploration which he deeply lamented not exploring. But safety held him back every time. He could hardly believe that tonight he wouldn't need to bring condoms after all.

Not that Silver's condoms were much help anyway, where Thrad was concerned. For the great majority of hookups an all-purpose condom did just fine. Unless a canine's knot was absolutely ginormous (which Silver hadn't personally encountered yet), you could always stretch an all-purpose condom over it. They maintained durability through a feline's soft barbs/feelers. And for the most part, no matter what species you were sleeping with, or how endowed they were, an all-purpose condom did the trick. Certainly there were condoms specifically marketed for every species imaginable, but it was a marketing ploy more than anything. The brand Silver bought had tremendous reviews, and none of them had ever broken. Simply said, they worked.

But not every condom was mere marketing ploy. For instance, it took a special branding of condom to fit an equine cock, just because of their legendary length. Not that Silver had first hand experience there or anything, although he was desperate for it, to say the least. But even outside of that, there was yet a further class of heavy duty, ultra strength, giant ass condoms for the improbably massive dick. Silver thought for absolute certain that those were silly. Cocks that big just didn't exist. It was fable and myth, regardless what the porn had to say about it. Those were the far and away exception. Cocks like that weren't encountered in the wild - how could they be? So Silver hadn't ever thought to buy any, not even as a back up measure. He had a pack of equine condoms just in case. But that heavy duty shit was just absurd.

Then Silver hooked up with Thrad.

In Silver's quest for having safe (if not ubiquitous) sex, he had done enough research to comfortably write a college essay on the subject. So he knew that the condoms Thrad used were top of the line. It was almost silly how engineered they were. First of all, these particular condoms were wide, to accommodate an improbably girthy shaft. But the real magic was in the reservoir. The marketing on the package included lines like "Ultra Strength" and "Engineered for Large Discharge". Silver laughed at that whenever he was shopping for his regular ass condoms. Not only was he convinced that cocks like Thrad's didn't actually exist, but he was positive that the videos of massive cumshots were all faked. Nobody could _actually _"discharge" gallons of cum, either literally or metaphorically. There was no way someone could ever cum enough to break a condom. People just didn't cum that much, end of story.

But again, his attitude flipped after that first night with Thrad.

When they finally uncoupled after their first, righteous sex, Silver couldn't believe how much cum there was. It looked like a small water balloon. His first thought was amazement, of course. Then he felt a certain level of disgust towards it, just because there were so many better uses for all that cum. He could have swallowed it all, for instance. He looked at that reservoir and imagined drinking and tasting every ounce. He knew his depravity had reached a deplorable, all time low when he briefly had the fantasy of drinking from the condom itself. But that would be disgusting, and he cast the thought aside. But all the same, it was enough cum to paint his muzzle, face, and entire torso if it was applied carefully enough. Above all these things, he imagined that cum deep within him.

He read stories about bellies distending in a sheer volume of cum. He had no illusions about that happening, it would take far more than a small water balloon sized load to show like that. But it would flood him all the same. Thrad's load that night might have come close to the size of Silver's enema bulb, and that was a thought which stayed with him for weeks on end. He imagined flushing out his insides with actual cum. And he imagined it deep within him. He loved the biological fantasy of it as well. Silver wanted so desperately to be bred, with all that cum trying in vain to achieve its one biological imperative. Even though Silver was a boy, he almost felt like that much cum should get him pregnant all the same. There was just so much of it there. And since that first night with Thrad he couldn't get the fantasy out of his head.

Not once had he suspected that the fantasy might become a reality. Not the impregnation, of course, they didn't live in a fantasy world. But he never thought he'd get the opportunity to be bred. He figured that he'd finally have bareback sex only after finding a boyfriend who treated him well, who he trusted and who trusted him back. And he doubted he'd find such a person on Howlr. So bareback fantasies left his head for the most part. They simply weren't a part of his sexual equation because it was the one guaranteed place he couldn't go. And scat. He wouldn't touch that one with a hundred foot pole.

By habit, while Silver was packing his satchel for tonight, he reached for his condoms all the same. He did tend to bring them anyway, just in case he decided to hook up with someone else in the night, after he was done hooking up with Thrad. But that hadn't ever happened, and he highly doubted it would happen tonight. It was the same thing with his travel-sized bottle of lube he brought nearly everywhere. Thrad had lube to last for days. Not once had Silver had to use the stuff he brought - but he brought it anyway. After a moment's deliberation he decided to leave them both behind. In a small way it was like leaning into the promise of tonight. He wouldn't need either of those things. By not bringing them it made the reality a little more firm in his mind.

He was going to be bred tonight. For the first time. Fucking finally.

And it turned out that being bred came with an unexpected side benefit. Thrad had paid for his STD tests. They were checking for The Works, so the tests were well over a hundred dollars. Silver almost felt like a hooker for taking Thrad up on that offer. If he'd received a hundred dollars cash from a dude on Howlr then that would be another story altogether. Never before had Silver been paid for sex. It was something he might think about trying some day, but then, he didn't much care for having sex with the types of people who might pay for it.

But Thrad hadn't paid for sex - he paid for the tests. All in the name of elevating the sex they did have. Naturally Silver was relieved when everything came back negative. It meant they could go bareback, for one thing. And one of Silver's deepest desires could be fulfilled. Yet, despite how excited he was for the night ahead of him, the depth of his relief might even have surpassed it. Turns out that STD tests were extraordinarily pricey. They were all but unattainable for a kid living on his own with a part time job. Even though Silver practiced safe sex with absolute rigidity that lack of actual testing was always a nag in the back of his mind. There wasn't any way to know for certain. And he hooked up a lot. Sometimes he felt like he had fucked half of the town by now, although that was almost certainly not the case.

But now Silver had a clean bill of health, and one hell of a night to look forward to. He had been walking on clouds all week. Luck had been kind enough not to say anything about it, but he was probably a little fed up with Silver's giddy attitude. So much of that came from yet a third benefit to the STD tests that Thrad paid for. It was the sheer fact that Thrad had paid for them at all.

Someone had dropped over a hundred dollars on Silver. It was a kingly gift. But the fact it was a gift from Thrad made it all the better. When Silver was in a negative headspace he treated that as a bad thing. He was well aware by now that he was getting attached to the bull. Rather, he was already attached to the bull, and he was getting more attached with each night they spent together. If condom use was Rule #1, then avoiding emotional attachment was Rule #2. He didn't want to get clingy, and he didn't want to deal with heartbreak. In nearly two years of using the app Howlr had been nothing but good experiences, for the most part. He had a good routine going for him, and he didn't want to risk messing that up. But his encounters with Thrad had started to disintegrate Rule #2. Sometimes Silver was worried about that. But most usually he was just excited to see what was waiting for him on the other side.

It might have been naive to think. Maybe someone who had experienced more heartbreak would have been more leery. But Silver trusted his intuition above all else. The reason he let himself get close to Thrad in the first place was because he felt like Thrad was getting close to him. So tonight was especially important on an emotional front, as well as a physical one. In general it was just a high stakes encounter. But then, Silver was confident enough in the situation that he didn't exactly fear it. He was anxious to see how the night would pan out. But it was more on the excited end of anxious, opposed to a scared one.

In all it was just, new. New things could be scary, but at this point in his sexual career Silver could use some new. He had most of the key species under his belt by now (although equine was still absent god damn it). He had deepthroated an absurdly large cock, several times by now. He had hooked up with several guys in the span of one day - and what a day that had been. But to him sex was starting to be a bit like a video game he was burned out on. Chat a guy up on the app, exchange pics, get fucked. Do that however often you want. But over enough time, each hookup sort of started to feel the same. Sex was one thing, and it was glorious. But enough meaningless sex just started to be, well, meaningless. So Silver was certainly looking forward to upping his physical game, what with being barebacked and all. But sex with Thrad was just different. It was electric. So hopefully barebacking would up their emotional game as well.

Barebacking. The word reverberated in his head. Bareback. Barebacked. Barebacking. Sometimes it was modified in his head. Barebacked, and filled with cum. Filled with Thrad's cum. Barebacked by Thrad. It was all he could think about on his way to Thrad's place. He made the trip often, as Thursday nights had been their routine for several weeks now. But barebacking hadn't been part of the routine until tonight. And when Thrad opened the door it was all Silver could do not to earnestly blurt the word out.

"Hello Silver." Thrad said.

"Hi Thrad."

Silver was more giddy than usual, which he couldn't keep out of his voice. Nor would he want to. But he was more than a little proud of himself for keeping a clear enough head to muster an appropriate response. Brainless twink cum sluts blurted out the word "barebacking". Regular, level-headed people said "Hi Thrad". Then they were inside. Then Silver was robbed of the chance to say the word, or any words. Such was their routine.

In an instant they were kissing and groping. Silver was pinned to the wall, and Thrad was groping him with massive, powerful hands. Thrad handled him roughly, rubbing up and down his torso and chest, and rubbing at his groin, too. Silver was used to Thrad's urgent kisses, and he returned the vigor. Then, also according to their routine, Thrad broke it off. It was typical for the bull to get Silver teased and riled up first thing. Then they would move upstairs where the fun could continue.

But this time Silver pursued when Thrad tried to break away. He rushed forward and up to steal an additional kiss. But Thrad was tall, and not even standing on tiptoes could Silver reach that broad muzzle. Thrad even tilted his head up and away, so the closest Silver got was the base of Thrad's jaw. But Silver persisted, and started to grope Thrad as best as he could. Thrad's package was large and hard to handle with just one hand, and it was hard to get a grasp on through the bull's jeans.

Then Silver motioned to press Thrad against the wall, so that he could have a turn at playing predator for a change. Thrad obliged him, and Thrad had to oblige him because otherwise Silver would be pressing against an immovable wall. Then they were still kissing and groping. Silver rubbed at Thrad's crotch and felt him start to get hard. In turn Thrad started to fondle at Silver's rear. He could grab and pull at either cheek with just one massive hand. Then he explored with a few digits, and practically started to finger Silver through his jeans. It made Silver moan, which made Thrad chuckle. Silver deftly reached behind him and undid his tail snap, and pulled his jeans down to expose his rear. Thrad chuckled again, more heartily this time, and tried to say something before Silver stopped him with another kiss. He put Thrad's hand back where it was and Thrad started fingering him as if on cue.

Silver was never much good at playing predator. He mewled when Thrad entered him, then melted up against the bull. Thrad picked him up, with a finger still in Silver's rear, and carried him upstairs. Nearly all of Silver's weight bore down on the hand working his rear. Thrad had two fingers in by the time they made it upstairs.

"Eager today." Thrad said. Silver growled in response, because he didn't have the words to say "Fuck off and fuck me". No doubt Thrad got the message all the same, but still he set Silver peaceably on the couch and left to mix them a few drinks. Silver didn't have the peace of mind to stop from fingering himself in his bull's absence. Then his mind returned to him and he chided his eager ass. He opted for the less sexual, yet more direct, route of taking off his clothes entirely. He didn't want to be teased today, he was far too eager for that. And the fewer clothes between them, the better.

By the time Thrad returned Silver's clothes were cast messily along the floor, and the tabby was posing ostentatiously on the couch. His tight package was on clear display, his legs were obviously spread, and his tail was flicking in that telltale way. Silver's entire body said that yes, he was eager. And what was Thrad going to do about it?

Thrad smiled broadly and stood, taking the time just to appreciate Silver's form. His eyes didn't raise in surprise. He didn't have an iota of superiority about him. One direction their power play could have gone would be for Thrad to remain aloof amidst Silver's heat. Another dominant top might have made Silver work for the affection he needed, even though he was already giving himself as clearly and intently as was possible. Instead Thrad just basked in it, and took a few deep, needing breaths of his own. They didn't usually get hot and heavy this quickly. In fact, Silver had gotten naked in record time. It was clear he had exactly one thing on his mind. But, to be fair, it had been on Thrad's mind as well.

Thrad didn't stop looking at Silver's spread out body as he set their drinks on either end table. When he set Silver's drink down his crotch happened to line up nicely to where Silver's head was. So he followed his tabby's lead and unzipped his fly unceremoniously. He fished out his cock which Silver went for instantly. Silver started sucking on Thrad's dick right away, and also worked his hands up to undo Thrad's jeans, and start to pull them down. At the same time Thrad took off his shirt, which wasn't doing a particularly good job at concealing his muscles in the first place. He stepped out of his jeans with his cock still in Silver's mouth. That made for two records set in one night. Thrad had also never gotten naked so fast.

While going down on his bull Silver looked up and took in his lover's bare chested form. He was still on the fence about considering themselves to be "lovers". It was a strong word to use, but they fucked enough that it most definitely applied. But after tonight they would definitely be lovers. So that was the creature standing above him which Silver took in. He knew each curve of Thrad well by now. He had felt each muscle, and how they connected and worked together. He knew the feel of Thrad's fur against his finger pads keenly. But now they were his lover's features as well. Or they would be a few moments from now. If everything went according to plan.

Thrad looked down on Silver with a similar intent. He cradled Silver's head with one hand, then two. At first he sought only to caress the back of Silver's head while the cat went down on him. Then he started to press Silver down along his cock, because Thrad was a strong and full male, with one biologically ultimate goal to his name. To breed and reproduce. He would be damned if a quirk of biology stood in his way from breeding with Silver all the same. It wasn't charity which had him pay for Silver's STD tests, after all. He needed the smooth tabby below him, as surely as that tabby needed him back. Thrad had come to cherish not only the sex they had, but their connection on the whole. And no matter the name that connection had, be it friends with benefits, or fuck buddies, or what have you - Thrad had been dying to christen it.

Silver smiled up at him in that way he did. Somehow the cat had such a way with cock that he could smile even with his jaw spread open and wide. Then he slid down the entirety of Thrad's member, which again was a feat of strength and dexterity. It was still a hard thing for Silver to do casually if Thrad was at full mast. But he was only semi-hard, despite the sexy allure of the naked cat below him, so Silver took the cock into his gullet easily. Thrad started to fuck in and out of Silver's head then. He tightened his grip along the back of the tabby's head. Nobody could work his sex drive the way Silver could, and Thrad felt himself getting hard, fast. What might have taken a different hookup perhaps ten minutes (depending on the hookup and the day), Silver could do in ten seconds. And Silver was obliging, and Thrad knew he could pick up the pace, and skull fuck the kitten here and now, and cum.

But there was something far other on their agenda today. Still, it was hard to pull himself out of Silver's mouth and throat. Again, such was the biological imperative in him. Silver had come close to getting him off so inexplicably quickly. Of course it was hard to deny himself of that.

Silver was similarly distraught when Thrad stepped away. He had a biological imperative of his own, although it in no way matched up to a typical male's. He loved cock, in a deep and pure way. He always had. He never took much interest in playing with his own prick. Even as a kid, when he was just starting to learn about "self exploration" (read: masturbation), he explored his rear way more than his dick. He'd been putting things inside of him for the whole length of his sexual career. It was the thing which got him off. It was what he needed, in some sort of deep seated way. Nearly every man imaginable needed to cum. And Silver needed to receive it.

So he felt empty on a lot of levels when Thrad's cock left him. It was probably a little unhealthy the way his sex drive affected him like that. He just loved it, and craved it, all the time. Then his mind turned to his rear, and the promise of the night. He squirmed underneath Thrad's penetrating eyes, because he knew well what was on the way. Then he looked into Thrad's eyes with a question. Silver thought that maybe he had miscalculated, and that maybe Thrad needed a break for a sec- okay, nope. Those eyes were horny as fuck. Silver was about to be bred.

He raised his legs up towards his head, setting his rear to a fuckable state. He wiggled it playfully and Thrad reached inside the end table for the lube. He came up with a condom, and looked at it bewildered. It was so force of habit, but they had no intention of using one tonight, that to be holding one was almost absurd. Silver laughed at Thrad's momentary puzzlement. It was rare for the bull to be caught out of position. Thrad looked at him a little sheepishly, then made a show of casting the condom dramatically across the room. They both laughed at that, then Thrad (successfully) pulled out the lube.

Silver felt giddy as Thrad positioned himself behind his elevated rear. Silver was always at least a little giddy about sex, no matter who was involved. But this time was different, because he felt that Thrad was a little giddy as well. He could see it in the bull's smile, which reached into his eyes. Thrad often looked at him with a sort of pride, and his smiles were always gentle and caring. But this was just a happy smile. That was a happy man up there, taking hold of Silver's legs and positioning his lubed cock against his hole. And Silver was happy too. He was about to be bred, for the first time in his life, and he couldn't imagine losing that element of virginity to anybody else.

Then Thrad pressed his cock against Silver's hole, and Silver squirmed to push it off target.

"Fingers." Silver said.

"Oh, right."

Even though Silver didn't need a lot of warmup to take Thrad's cock by now, he did still need a bit. Typically Thrad was very conscientious about that, so it spoke to his own excitement that he nearly forgot. Thrad plunged two fingers inside him without much remorse. Since they were lubed they went in easily. And god did it feel good to have something in him.

Silver drew a long, contented breath, which turned to a contented sigh. He would take two fingers in him, any two fingers (aside from his own, of course), above a dildo any day. They were warm and deft, and Thrad found Silver's prostate immediately. He fingered along it, and pressed around it, and traced lines against it. Silver started to mewl, and it turned into the slightest of grunts when Thrad worked a third finger inside. It was a tight fit, so Thrad moved back down to two while he added more lube. He got the entirety of Silver's hole good and slick. He made sure his hand was well slickened as well, and for effect added yet more lube to his cock.

Thrad kept fingering his mate below him, only he had started to work along his own shaft as well. He kept a tight fist on himself, trying to simulate the feeling of Silver's tight hole. He timed the pumps he made along himself with the thrusts he made with his fingers in Silver's rear. It was disjointed, but he needed to fuck his tabby badly, and at this exact moment this was as close as it got. Now that everything was extremely slick, and now that he'd sufficiently worked Silver with two fingers, he prodded his hole with a third. He was so horny, or even carnal, that it was hard to remain gentle. But Silver took it fairly readily, and Thrad pressed deep inside his mate. He wanted to stretch Silver up towards four fingers, because then he could stretch Silver with his cock.

Silver pressed up against Thrad's hand as much as he could. But, as usual, Thrad was working him with enough strength that Silver didn't have much room to help out. He tried all the same,, and what he mainly achieved were small twerks with his hips, which bumped his prostate up against Thrad's fingers in just a certain way. It altogether elevated Silver's sex drive to a new state. He was ready for more - he needed more. He reached to his rear to set Thrad's fourth finger against his hole. Then he noticed Thrad was working on his shaft pretty quickly.

He slapped Thrad's hand away from his cock.

"Hey now." Silver said. "You'll get your chance."

"I'm just-"

"You're gonna cum." Silver said. He accused Thrad even as he ground his rear against him.

"I am not."

"You were going at it awfully hard."

"I'm working myself up, that's all."

"Well, work me up instead. Then-"

"Like this?" Thrad asked. Silver's words came to an abrupt halt when Thrad pressed into him forcefully. A lot of that force went up against Silver's prostate in just the right way.

All at once Silver mewled and moaned and whimpered. He twitched against Thrad's hand, which kept rubbing inside him. Silver didn't need to signal Thrad to work in the fourth digit, the bull was way ahead of him. No doubt he was more than a little frustrated as well. He was ready to fuck, and Silver loved that pent up energy. The energy translated clearly through his rear, as Thrad worked his fourth finger in, gently at first, then vigorously.

"O- okay." Silver managed to say.

"Okay what?"

"Okay. Y- You can fuck me."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. I dunno."

"Thrad!"

"What?"

"Thrad."

This time Silver said his name pleadingly. He pressed against that hand as much as he could, but all he could feel was the promise of his bull's cock inside him. Deep and thrusting. And bare. Then Thrad removed his fingers and leaned over towards Silver's muzzle. It pressed Silver's legs up tightly between the two of them. The angle of their bodies naturally set Thrad's cock up close to Silver's hole.

"I want you to say it." Thrad said. He was teasing and commanding at the same time. He spoke softly, and Silver clung to every word.

"I just did." Silver said. He tried to squirm himself down towards Thrad's lubed up cock, but under Thrad's weight he couldn't move an inch.

"Say the whole thing."

"What whole thing? Fuck me alread-"

"You want to be bred, don't you?"

Oh.

"Please breed me." Silver said. But he purposefully kept the intent out of his voice. His heart said breed me god dammit! But he kept his voice nonchalant and uncaring.

"Let me think about it." Thrad said.

"Will you please breed me?" This time Silver let a little more of his lust bleed into his tone. Again he tried to reach with his ass for Thrad's cock, but he still couldn't move at all. But he had little doubt that Thrad could feel him struggling underneath him.

"Is that the best you can do?"

"I need it."

"Be specific, kitten. What do you-"

"I need your cum in me, Thrad. Please cum in me."

Silver was letting himself get more desperate now. But his desperation was starting to get out of hand. If this kept up he would no longer be playing a game of "beg me to fuck you". He would actually be begging for Thrad to fuck him.

"Still not convinced." Thrad said. But his voice betrayed him. He was having just as hard a time holding back as Silver was.

"Please breed me, Thrad. I need your cock in me. I need to feel your cum in me."

"You know, I almost believe you."

Christ, how far would this bull make this game go on? Then, as Silver knew would happen, he lost patience. Rather, he lost control. He wasn't fake pleading any more. At this point he actually, desperately, needed to feel Thrad's cock inside him. So he went at it again, and wouldn't stop until Thrad dropped his silly charade.

"I want to be bred by your thick cock." Silver said. Because Thrad's muzzle was up so close to his own, Silver could breathe the words out with a certain husk to them. He could drip needing sex with every word. His entire body was electric with lust, and he was powerless to express that in any way other than his words. So he coated each syllable as well as he could. He truly was desperate, then. He would make Thrad desperate as well.

"I need it in me." Silver continued. "Pumping in and out, into my tight rear and through my tight hole. I need to feel your thick shaft all inside me, in deeper than anything else ever has. I need your cock to work me, to make me yours. And when you get close I need you to cum. I need to be hilted down with my tail tight against your balls, and filled with your cum. I want to feel it shooting into me. Please, Thrad, I'm begging you. Please fuck me. I want to be bred."

That had to do the trick. Surely that must have done the trick. When Silver was done channeling the entirety of his lust into his words, he now channeled it into his eyes. He looked at Thrad pitifully, and he was pleading and begging, and playing every bit the game which the bull himself had started. But Silver was met with something he couldn't quite place. Thrad was often hard to read, but Silver had had enough practice by now that he could usually make out what was going on. It was to the point he could nail Thrad's thought process with pretty high accuracy. But right now something entirely new was coming off of Thrad, and Silver was at an ultimate loss.

"Dude, you having performance anxiety or something? What's up?" Silver said, point blank. The lust was gone from his voice, and he was unquestionably done with their game. There was a time and place for playfully begging for sex, but it was time to get real. In particular, he really wanted to get fucked. And Thrad was the one who taught him to speak up plainly and clearly where matters of sex were concerned.

"What?" Thrad asked. His tone was naked, as Silver's had been.

"You okay? What's up?"

"Uhm, it's-"

"It's not nothing, Thrad. You want to, uh. Let me up?"

Again Silver pressed up against the wall of a bull holding him tightly in place. But this time, and quite regretfully, he wasn't trying to press down on Thrad's imminent cock. There was a very large part inside him which was screaming that sex was, for now, being called off. That Silver was calling it off. But the greater part of him wanted to make sure that everything was good. Good on his end, good on Thrad's end, and good for the relationship they had build. They didn't have a name for it yet. They weren't dating, so they weren't boyfriends. But to Silver they certainly felt like more than just fuck buddies. But whatever they were, they had a really good thing going for them. Silver wouldn't let rogue sex get in the way of that, when there was clearly something else going on.

It seemed to take Thrad a moment to remember himself. He stayed pressing down against Silver, who just looked up at him patiently. Silver still had his legs splayed up nearly over his head. They were pressed so tightly between him and Thrad as to immobilize him. His rear was still angled nearly perfectly towards Thrad's dick, and he was, of course, still naked. But now all pretenses of sex had left them, so it was altogether a strange position to be in. Then Thrad remembered his limbs and how to use them, and let himself up off of Silver. Silver expanded himself into the space allotted him. It ended up with him and Thrad on opposite ends of the couch, with his legs propped up on Thrad's thighs. Silver's cock was pink and hard, and impossible to ignore against the backdrop of black-striped, silver fur. Thrad's cock was, of course, still massive. But deflating.

Silver waited patiently and bade his time. Whatever was going on, Thrad would come out with it when he was ready. He tried to maintain a peaceable, non-threatening composure, but Thrad still seemed to squirm uncomfortably. The bull looked over along Silver's body. He was admiring him, but he looked a little wistful about it. He started to trace a few lines along Silver's thigh, then looked down on Silver's member and reached to it. But Silver caught Thrad's hand and held it. He tried to ignore how wet it was with lube.

"Take your time." Silver said. "But, I want to help if I can. I'm here for you."

Thrad said nothing. They caught eyes just long enough for Silver to see that a pretty big chink in Thrad's armor had formed. In fact, it looked like that armor of his was nearly entirely crumbled away. Then Thrad looked away, and Silver mused silently on what might be going on in his bull's head. The only thing that changed between them was the lack of a condom. Silver had been beyond the moon excited for his first time going bareback, especially to be doing it with Thrad. At this point he really couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else. But going bare must have some deep significance for the bull. Probably much more deep than Silver could even start to fully grasp.

It was the one thing he lamented about their age difference. Possibly the only thing. Thrad just had so much life experience on him. For instance, there was no doubt the bull had been through heartbreak before, probably a few times. Meanwhile, Silver hadn't even had the luxury of falling in love yet. Let alone having had a broken heart. And he couldn't tell exactly why he latched onto that idea in particular, but he had seen something exact in Thrad's eyes just then. Silver hadn't ever felt heartbreak, or even any extraordinary sense of loss. But in Thrad's eyes, he felt like he saw them all the same.

It took Thrad a long time to speak. The bull was choosing his words with care. He wouldn't stumble through the things he wanted to say. If he was going to express what was going on, he was going to do it right. Emotions didn't come easily to him. Maybe they don't come easily to anyone at all. But he was choosing to try, and he was going to do the best that he could.

"I never talked with you about my ex." Thrad ultimately said. "He was young, and a lot like you. He was bright, like you are. And I loved him. He deserved better than what he got."

Silver might have expected it had to do with his ex. Or rather, an ex. Even though he and Thrad had gotten closer over their near two months of time together, they never spoke about things like love. He didn't know about Thrad's love life, or sex life outside of their Thursday nights. Up until now he didn't know there was baggage about any ex to speak of. Thrad kept a lot of himself locked up tight, but he was so generally a fully kind and caring man. Right now he was giving off all sorts of emotions Silver hadn't seen from him. He was giving off sorrow and guilt, and pain and a lot of remorse.

Silver couldn't imagine Thrad had done anything in his life to justify the depth of the things he felt. Something in his nature was no doubt making it out to be worse than it was. But then, if Silver knew only one thing of his bull by now, it was that Thrad had an iron clad grasp on his morals, and what he considered right and wrong. It made sense that breaking a moral code like that could be damaging, even devastating. That was a keen word for it, although Silver could never imagine actually applying that to Thrad. He was too kind to be devastated, no matter its form or shape. But he looked devastated all the same.

Thrad paused long enough that Silver wondered if he should speak up. Should he comfort Thrad? Should he ask questions, or back off. Maybe he should simply leave. It reached the point he was starting to scramble for the right thing to say. Then, blessedly, Thrad went on.

"I broke his heart." Thrad said. "I didn't know it, and I'm not sure I could have known it. But I could have done better. I wish that I had."

Silver was a little relived to know that nobody had died or anything. And it was somehow comforting to know that Thrad was the one who did the breaking. But it must have been powerful for it to also break Thrad. He continued.

"He was young, and got attached, more than I realized. I loved him, and I knew that he loved me back. But when he said it I don't think I felt how he felt. I didn't receive it all, I still don't know if I could. So when I left him I didn't know what I was losing, or what I was letting go. And somehow I didn't know that it would hurt him. I assumed that he would be fine.

"That's the problem with dating down, I think, but it seems like it really can't be helped. I had been through it before. I'd been in love, and in heartbreak, and I let him down gently as I could. He was too young. I couldn't keep up with him. His eyes were too wild with dreams, I guess. I needed stability, but he needed to fly. We stopped being right for each other, and I decided we needed to stop. He cried extremely hard that night. I haven't heard from him since."

Silver listened to the bull's words with intent. He processed each one as well as he could, and he took each sentence to heart. This was so important to Thrad, and Silver wanted to badly to understand. He was so lost in it all that he didn't see how he could possibly be involved. Then Thrad spelled it out.

"He was twenty-two, Silver." Thrad said. Only then did he return eye contact. This time Silver knew exactly what his mate felt, and he was furious about it. Thrad had decided for himself that he had already broken Silver's heart. He had decided that it was only a matter of time.

"And I'm just nineteen." Silver said, finishing Thrad's thought. He knew there was an edge to his words, and it would only get sharper from here. But Thrad was too mired to see it. It meant Silver would need all the sharpness he could get.

"... yeah." Thrad said.

"So. You aren't in charge of deciding if and when we break up. First, because we aren't fucking dating. Second, because I haven't been in love yet. You don't get to decide when I fall in love, or who I fall in love with. And you don't get to decide when I get broken up with, either. A breakup is a mutual thing. A relationship is made of two people, so two people decide when it ends."

"It doesn't work like that."

"Bullshit, yeah it does."

"Silver, no. That's not how the real world-"

"Why not? Why can't it be like that? Things should be-"

"But they're not."

"Don't talk over me."

"You-"

"No, Thrad. Listen to me. There wasn't anything you could have done different. You said it yourself, and I believe that. You didn't know, you couldn't have known, and besides, you should never live life according to what somebody else in that life needs. You knew it was time to be done, or you thought that you did - so as far as I'm concerned, I think you did the right thing."

"But you just said-"

"I know. Two people break up, but you did it on your own. I don't know! That's just how I feel. I'm a kid, remember?"

"Silver-"

"You said it yourself. You fucked up someone who was too young, and if we go bareback then you'll fuck me up as well."

This time Thrad didn't have anything to respond with, because Silver had hit the nail on the head. He'd called Thrad out on exactly what it was he was trying not to say.

"Well I don't care." Silver said, with every emphasis he could apply. "I wasn't joking when I said I want your cum in me. But it's not just a sexy thing. Okay, really sexy, but still. I want you in me, specifically, Thrad. I want to lose my virginity to you. I'm giving it to you."

"I don't want to-"

"Why not? Because then I'll get attached, and I'll fall madly in love, but really it's just infatuation because I don't know what love feels like, and then you've lost the first really good thing in your life since the boy you dated who knows how long ago, and-"

"Yeah. Yes. That's right."

This time it was Thrad's turn to put a sharpness into his words.

"You can't choose what I feel." He said. "You can't lecture me on what's right or wrong. You don't know. You can't know. And I'm not going to do that again."

Silver didn't know where to start. There was so much wrong about everything his mate had just said. Do it again? He already had, in a way. Or at least, he decided ahead of time that that was where their relationship would en. What more, it didn't take bareback sex to get a nineteen year old kid attached. Just a few weeks of Thursday nights would do the trick.

"I already do love you, Thrad." Silver said. The words would have surprised them if he had heard them. And he'd have talked himself away from them if he knew they were on the way. But he was on a roll now. He was trusting his heart to say the right things, and that everything would work out in the end. Namely, he didn't want to lose Thrad. Call it love, or infatuation, or the fever dream of a kid who doesn't know any better. But he wanted this to work. He'd be damned not to fight for it as hard as he could.

In response to Silver's admittal, Thrad stayed silent.

"And no, that isn't a doomsday sentence waiting to come. How can love be a bad thing? Love between two people is magic. It's the purest-"

"It doesn't. Work. That way."

"Not for you, maybe. But it does for me."

"That's what I mean. We're incompatible that way. I need someone to settle down with. Someone with a job, who can-"

"What, sandwich shop not good enough for you?"

"Not like that. Well, yeah, actually."

"Nice."

"A career." Thrad clarified. "An adult, with a career and a goal. Someone stable, to spend a life with. That can't happen with us."

"You call this letting someone down gently?"

"Silver-"

"Is this how you broke up with your boyfriend? Cuz you're saying some pretty shitty things."

"Well they're true. I'm twice your age, Silver. At least that. How else could this possibly end?"

"It doesn't have to end, for starters."

"Yes it does."

"Fuck. Off. No it doesn't. I can be stable. But, I guess. Not like you. Or maybe I'm not stable? I'm nineteen! But at least I'm emotionally mature."

"And I'm not?"

"No, you're not. You've decided twice now that you know what's best for the people you supposedly hold most dear. The only reason we're talking about this stuff is because I brought it out in you, because I care."

"We're talking because-"

"Because I brought it out. We're not fuck buddies, Thrad. I don't know what we are. But I'm more than a cum slut, and you're more than a massive wall of meat. I knew that I was, and you showed me that I was right, and you can't take that away. You think I didn't notice that first time I came over? You delighted in me. Not just my body, but you loved having me over, from the second I stepped in. If there was a death sentence to us, that was it. We were already in love, you just didn't know it yet."

Silver cut himself off then. He was panting heavily, and trying to backwards engineer whatever it was he had just said. Fact was, he wasn't stable at all, and they both knew it. Rather, he was stable in an emotional way. He felt things deeply, but he could adapt. He returned to center, and he learned from his mistakes. He knew what right and wrong was, and he knew how to treat people with respect. Maybe that was something people lost when they got older, and started to become more adult.

"We're not in love." Thrad said, finally.

"Yeah, we are."

"You don't know that."

"You don't know that. I feel you way more than you know."

"You're not that-"

"Smart? Yeah I am. Look, you're blocked off, I get it, but-"

"Don't lecture me about being blocked off."

"I'm not lecturing y-"

"Yes you are. And you're nineteen. Get in your lane."

That hurt.

"Then stop fooling around with kids, pervert."

"See?"

"See what?"

"Breaking up is hard."

"We aren't breaking up."

"We're not?"

"No."

"What do you call this?"

"I dunno. An argument? People argue all the time."

"We don't."

"Because we're right for each other! How can't you see that?"

"We see each other once a-"

"Then let's see each other more! I work a sandwich shop. My schedule it pretty dang free."

"I'm just, worried."

"About what? Letting me in? What about-"

Then Silver cut himself off. He needed to cool it. Not so he could start to measure his words and choose them more carefully. But his words had started to be a knife, and he was starting to hurt a person he loved. Or, apparently loved, at least. He'd have to think about that whenever this was done. Not that he wanted it to be done, whatever "it" even was. Their conversation-turned-argument was constructive. They were getting closer, and being honest about who they were. They were Thrad, the bull-headed bull, and emotionally aloft Silver who did the best he could and tended to see things other people didn't care to. The one helps ground the other, and the other remembers what it's like to fly.

Silver took several deep, calming breaths and changed tactics. Not that this was tactics. He didn't think through things all that much. But he trusted what he felt. During those calming breaths he came to see what this conversation needed, and what was right by both he and Thrad. What more, he saw what was right overall.

"Look," Silver said. His voice was no longer sharp. It wasn't modified in any particular way. Neither were they especially nude. They were simply, words. For Thrad to hear or not hear. What followed would be up to the bull. Silver went on.

"I know that I'm young." Silver said. "And compared to you I'm a loose cannon. I don't have a career, and I'm definitely still a kid. My diet is mostly ramen and some scraps from the store. But I have a heart, Thrad. And I know what's good and bad. For instance, you and I are good. Hey, look at me. Please? We're good. You care about me - you love me. And you want what's best for me. Do you really think that breaking up is the right thing to do?

"Think about it." He said. Thrad was about to protest, but Silver still had a lot more to say. "I mean, really think. Don't you think you're good for me? I need someone to show me the ropes in- no, that's not right. I want to- no, hang on." He took a steeling breath. "I could sure use someone in my life who acts with my best interest at heart. Everyone deserves that. And if they find that, then that's where the magic is. Two people working together can be way better than any one person is when working alone.

"So if you love me, and if I love you, then we're set. For instance, you probably want me to go to college, right? Done. I'll put on some cute glasses and clutch my books to my chest all innocent like."

"You don't wear glasses."

"Empty prescription, and you're missing the point. Glasses are cute, and I'll be your good cute college boy. We can explain away that you're a sugar daddy if you're so worried about having a name, but I don't care about that. I care about you. I want to hold hands with you, and go shopping together at the mall. I want to fool around in a movie theater because I've never done that and I think it'd be fun. I'd like to go out, and be boyfriends instead of Howlr dudes. I'd rather be boyfriends than a sugar... kid, I guess. But, people would get that. So it wouldn't actually be all that weird."

"I don't know that I want to be a sugar daddy, Silver."

"You already sorta are. I'd prefer to call you a boyfriend first, but-"

"We don't date."

"But we could! Come on, I mean why not?"

"Because-"

"Because you decided that it's only a matter of time until you break my heart, so we might as well do it now and get it over with?"

There was another pause in the conversation. They weren't making any ground here, and they both knew it. Maybe Thrad was right, maybe breakups were hard. But Silver was determined that this wasn't a break up. Thrad was hurting, was all, and expressing how he truly felt. That was a remarkably good thing. It meant he was letting Silver get closer than either of them had intended. Silver wanted to do right by that, and he would. He deeply cared about this bull, at least as much as the bull-headed bovine cared for him.

But that stopped Silver pretty hard. What if he did care more for Thrad than Thrad cared for him? Rather, what if Silver did feel those things more deeply than his mate? Maybe he did match up to this ex of his after all. What if history was repeating itself anyway, whether Silver wanted it to or not.

"I guess that isn't right." Thrad said after a heavy exhale. That marked big progress.

"It isn't?"

"Nope. You're right, I can't decide to break your heart without you making that decision too."

"You're joking."

"What? Why?"

"I was talking out of my ass. I can't believe I was right."

"Hey, you can't-"

"Never mind. What were you about to say?"

It took Thrad a moment to recall his thoughts.

"I do care about you. And I do want you to go to college. I'll even do the sugar daddy thing and I can pay. But I won't," he added, seeing that Silver's fire was starting up again. "But I would, if I had to. Gladly. And I don't want you to be stable, I don't want anyone who's stable. Without you, or someone like you- wait, no. You. Without you, I'm boring as fuck. You know why we don't get together on the weekends? It's because I hang out with 'the boys'. The same ones I've always hung out with, since like middle school. We went through college together, through all of our breakups and divorces, and the good things as well. We hate when someone falls in love, because they won't shut up about it. And you do that to me. You do. I don't shut up about you. But it's pitiful. I'm a grown ass man, who still hangs out with-"

Silver interjected.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"It's like we never grew up. ... like I never grew up."

"... and you're dating a kid."

"I know."

"So we're dating?"

"Can we stay on task?"

"Right. How am I an adult?"

That question gave Thrad a huge pause, so Silver asked it again.

"How am I an adult?"

"What do you mean?"

"In which ways am I an adult?"

"I don't get it."

"I'll wait."

And Silver did wait. He was aware, in some small way, that he was being incredibly flippant. But if Thrad trusted his own moral code to the ends of the earth, then Silver had to trust in his own. He knew he could be a loose cannon at times. But more often than not, he was right about it.

"Well." Thrad said, cautiously. "You're emotionally smart."

"Like how?"

"You can talk me in circles, for starters. Probably anyone. Just because you know the way around a person's heart. That makes you very emotionally smart. You know yourself well, and you know people well. Those are things an adult might do."

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Well. You're strong. Not physically. You're physically weak, and I like that about you. No offense."

"None taken."

"I didn't mean to say-"

"I know, Thrad, it's okay. Stay on task?"

"Right. You're right."

"I know I am."

"Task? Jesus."

"Sorry."

"Time and place, man. Don't push it."

"I know, I know. I'm a kid, remember? Besides, you started it. So, where were you? I'm weak, but what else?"

"Strong." Thrad said. "Really strong. Stronger than I am, or any person I know. The way you snap back after an emotional storm amazes me. The way you handled coming out was so matter of fact, and mature. I know it was hard for you, but you handled it like a champ. Everyone else I know had to recover for months, even years, to come to terms with their life after that."

"It helps that I have a supportive family."

"That's true. But it doesn't take away my point. There's not a lot of nineteen year old kids with your presence of mind. That's why I... like you."

Silver noted the pause, and the bull's choice of word. It would come with time. Silver stayed silent.

"And you're young." Thrad said. "But that keeps me young, too."

"Like how?"

"Jesus. I talk about you, first of all. You should see how goofy I get. I haven't liked anyone like this in a really long time."

"Not even your ex?"

"That was a long- hang on. Yeah. More than my ex. More than anyone, come to think of it."

"That's... pretty big."

"Yeah. I guess you're right."

They paused for a long time, because it was a lot to take in. Thrad had one Silver's Lifetime of a head start on the cat. He had a lot of chances to fall in love. And he'd gotten himself tangled up more tightly than ever, with a kid who'd graduated high school just the year before

"... and you really want to leave that all behind?" Silver asked.

"No. I don't. No way in hell."

"Then why would you try?"

"I just. I want. I want to protect you."

"Then protect me."

"From me. I want to protect you from me."

"You won't hurt me."

"How can you tell?"

"Because look at you. You're a mess. You're supposed to be the adult, and I'm supposed to be the kid. But you're terrified of something extremely good here. What more, it's sort of pathetic that you have such little faith in yourself."

"Thanks for that."

"Well it is. I'm strong, remember? An adult should have faith and confidence in the things they believe in, and what they stand for. So you broke one of your rules a while ago. You hurt someone, bad. So what? People makes mistakes, Thrad. You're only- hey, look at me. You're only a person. You're not superman, nobody is. You're allowed to make mistakes. I forgive you."

"... what?"

"I forgive you. For everything."

"But you weren't there."

"I can still forgive you. You're hurting. You hurt someone you loved, and that hurt you. And I forgive you for that. For being human, for hurting someone you loved, and maybe still love? It's okay. I forgive you."

"Silver. That's really-"

"And I forgive you for hurting me as well. For deciding that you had already hurt me irreparably, so you thought you'd save us the hassle and hurt me ahead of time. That was a mistake, and that's okay. I forgive you for it."

Silver wasn't panting any more. It was perhaps more like a light huff. Thrad was breathing a little heavily too, but they weren't as heated in conversation as they were a few moments ago.

"... you can really do that?"

"I can."

"Just like that?"

"Immediately."

"How?"

Silver shrugged. "I'm just a kid, I don't make the rules."

"Don't say you're just a kid."

"Then what am I?"

"An adult? I'm sorry I called you a kid. You're really-"

"I'm an adult?"

"Yes."

"Cool."

"Cool?"

"Yeah. Cool."

"Okay. Whatever. Cool. But it's true."

"Cool."

"Will you stop that?"

Thrad pushed at Silver lightly, playfully. Rather, for Thrad it was playful. For Silver it was more of a hard shove. But he felt it for what it was. It was almost jovial, in a way. Or, maybe just one percent jovial. But it was definitely lighthearted, and fun. They had gone from almost having sex, to almost breaking up (which meant they were almost dating?), to having fun. Silver congratulated himself on knowing that everything would work out, even though he actually had no way of knowing for sure.

"So, are we cool?" Silver asked. He didn't realize he said the word "cool" again until after he'd said it, but he thought it was funny that it came out.

"... you know, I think I am."

"Cool."

"Fuck off with that!"

"Right. Sorry. But I think we're cool- or, uhm. We're good. I think that we're good. We are good."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"... that's good." Thrad said. But it was an understatement. It was only two words, but their relief could have filled a novel or two.

"... Soooooooooo." Silver said.

"Soooooooo." Thrad replied.

"We gonna do it or what?"

Thrad laughed. "Really?"

"What?"

"After all that?"

"Especially after all that. You broke down. I helped you through it. There's no more complex about fucking me bare and cumming in me, because I'm already attached so if that's a bad thing we already fucked it up. So we might as well go for broke and do it all the way."

"That's a polite way of putting it." Thrad said sarcrastically.

"We had an argument. Which means we can make up. I've never had make up sex."

Of all the things to say, of any possible path this conversation could take - of all things, that was the line which got Thrad's attention the most.

"Really?"

"Duh. I'm a kid, remem- sorry. I'm a 'young adult'. My sex drive is through the roof. But I've never been in a relationship, or really even much of an emotional fight? Or a regular fight. I'm lucky, I guess. So I haven't had the chance to have make up sex. I hear that it's good."

"It's good."

"I've heard."

"It's really good."

"Really good?"

"Like, extremely good."

"... welllll?"

"... okay."

"Don't sound so enthused."

"Okay. I mean, let's do it. I want to do it."

"Say the whole thing." Silver said, calling back to their light RP where Silver had to beg desperately to be fucked. Thrad picked up on that, and played along.

"I want to cum in you. I want to slide my thick cock deep inside you, and-"

"That's awfully intense. We're still coming down from a fight, are you really-"

"Do you want to get fucked or not?"

"Yes."

"Then stop antagonizing me and come here."

Silver started to move over towards his mate, if it was even okay to start using that word in the first place. But then, he'd been thinking about it for a long time, now. Might as well accept it for what it was. But as he moved to his mate he stopped. He knew his sex drive well. Once they started, there'd be no stopping it. First he had to make sure they truly were in sync.

"Don't take this the wrong way." Silver said. His tone was soft and careful, which signaled to Thrad to pay close attention. "But if I'm not a kid any more, then I really am still quite young. And I haven't done this before, so please be honest with me. So people really have-"

"Yes."

"Let me finish. Do they have-"

"Yes."

"Thrad. Fuck, Christ. Do they really have sex after a fight?"

"All the time."

"So it's normal?"

"It's really normal."

"And we're not breaking up?"

"We're not breaking up. I wouldn't dream of it."

"But you did. Like, five minutes ago. Ten at most."

"... okay. But, I changed my mind? Does that work, can I do that?"

"Let me think about it for a second." Silver pretended to go into deep thought. "Yes. You can do that. Just this once."

"Only once?"

"Yup. So make it count. Perfect record, from here on out."

"We won't last very long if that's the case."

"Oh no?"

"Nope. I'm not perfect, remember?"

"Sure you are. Starting now. And like, a few weeks ago. Seven, I'm pretty sure. You're not objectively perfect, sure. And not actually perfect. But, you're perfect to me."

"You are such a smooth talker."

"Thanks. I got an A in English as recently as-"

"Don't ruin it."

"Too late."

By now they were exchanging goofy smiles, and bantering more comfortably than they ever had. They'd gotten pretty good at it as the weeks went on. But they'd crested some pretty deep emotional territory. They were both of them closer than ever before. And just like Silver knew would happen, they were comfortable in it. It was like, whatever emotional depth it was that they shared in this unlikely relationship of theirs, they were meant to be together. And if not that, then at least they fit together. But not like puzzle pieces. It more felt like having an emotional roommate. Maybe someone you'd been living with for a long time now. And you know their idiosyncrasies, and they know yours. And you split finances in the way that makes sense, and you both do your own thing, but you do things together as well. It's like two people who sort of became one. Two people who so comfortably share in one big, emotional space.

Silver had been right. It did feel like magic. But that was something to reflect on another time. And rest assured, he had a lot of reflecting to do. Tonight had turned out to be heavy, in oh so many ways. But there were a few other facts of the night to consider. He was still pretty emotionally spiky. First it was angry energy, then it was relief energy, but now it was just energy. And it needed somewhere to go. Because Silver was a one minded sort of creature, it all went to one immediate, and obvious, place.

He crossed the distance remaining between he and his mate. He moved as sensually as he could, but with a bit of a playful lilt. In it he communicated that he'd just had his first fight with a significant other, and that he won, and that now he got his prize which was his boyfriend or sugar daddy or something. Thrad decided that he wasn't having any of it, and took Silver roughly by the rear. Then he pulled the cat in to sit in his lap.

It took Silver a second to get his bearings. He hadn't felt in control of their conversation at all, although in certain parts of it he had felt like he was a little bit ahead. And he thought he could maybe be at least a little bit in control of their make up sex. It was, after all, his first. And he wanted to do it right. But in retrospect, being held tightly in the lap of his lover, whose massive cock was growing hard and merciless - he had no idea where the silly notion had come from. The only control he had when he was with Thrad was that he had no control. Thrad drove the ship most of the time. So Silver had to pull the strings lightly instead. For instance, just the right added sway to the hips, in just the right sort of way, would get his mate brainlessly fucking in moments flat. He had just performed one such sway. It might have been his most on-point sway to date. So he really, really should have expected sex to come right after.

Judging by Thrad's iron grasp on his waist, his rapidly inflating cock, and his already hard breathing, it was going to be hard. Hard sex. Hard and wild and rough. Thrad pulled Silver in for a desperate, tongue fucking kiss, and practically clawed at Silver's back in lust. If he had had claws he probably would have punctured skin. Silver was more turned on than he could describe.

Was this make up sex? Because if so, he could get used to something like this. It was so hard to think while Thrad was roughing him up as he was. His hands were everywhere at once. In the whirl of motion he had lifted Silver up and started to position his condomless cock. Silver almost reminded him to lube up again, but Thrad got to it first. Turns out they weren't just in sync. They were in perfect sync.

Silver's rear was getting nice and slick, with copious lube matting up his fur. It made an odd texture with the previous, dried up lube from before. It mainly served to reconstitute whatever lube there used to be. All of this came to make Silver extremely slick. There was a similar effect on Thrad's dick. It glistened with the amount of lube on it. And they were in position, and Silver was resting with his rear right against Thrad's tip. He wasn't concerned at all about being fingered first. They had warmed him up not all that long ago. And besides, it was a complete swamp back there. Or like a water slide. A water slide of lube. And Silver was the slide.

Thrad pushed up with his hips as he pulled Silver down. His head started to crest through. Silver, as instinct demanded, tensed as hard as he could. He relaxed himself the very moment he caught his body disobeying him. But this was made an easy task. There was so much lube between them that Silver's tensed up hole proved little resistance at all.

Thrad glided in. He was thick and at full mast. They nearly never started sex with Thrad fully hard. They just didn't need to. Usually you had to get a guy hard first. But Thrad had the stuff to be maneuvered easily, even while soft. Going soft to hard without stopping had perhaps been Silver's favorite night, which was hard to say, because they were all pretty much his favorite night. As for now, Thrad wasn't soft at all, but rock hard. And Silver was well practiced in bottoming for all shapes and sizes. By now he was particularly well practiced at Thrad. So his rear accommodated for Thrad's cock as if it was meant to be there. Then they shared a physical space, not unlike the emotional one they had discovered moments ago.

What might have otherwise been a hasty, painful jolt into Silver's rear felt like a joy. Usually Silver needed at least some kind of warm up. At least, more than they had done at all recently. Maybe it was the fight they had just had, but he hadn't needed a lick of warming up at all. He was ready for Thrad's cock in him. He worked to motion his way up and down his mate's shaft, but he wasn't able to move himself too terribly much. Thrad still had him in an iron grip. And he was really good at lifting Silver up and down.

Between mewls and soft cries Silver wondered where on earth this man's strength came from. You had to do more than just lift weights in order to use a hundred-something pound cat as a shake weight on your dick. But damned if Silver didn't love being used, and this was about as used as it got. His favorite thing about it (aside from the thick cock pressing incessantly against his prostate, rubbing against it with unprecedented ease) was how Thrad had come to navigate his way deep through Silver's rear. It was inexplicable, but Thrad had learned to feel with his cock alone, and perhaps from the way Silver squirmed and writhed, exactly where the head of his cock was inside this small tabby cat of his. He knew when was too much, when to back off, and when he was off target from that bend inside his mate. That bend was the gatekeeper to long-dick fucking. Thrad maneuvered it like it wasn't even there.

It had all happened so fast. It was all Silver could do not to tense up, because he hardly had time to do anything else. Thrad was pulling him down so steadily, so mercilessly, that every moment Silver was resting and relaxing yet additional muscles inside him. He was trying ever so much to keep this as smooth an experience as possible, in particular because he knew this was about to get rough. Really rough. But he hadn't sprained anything inside of himself yet. And he wasn't going to start spraining things tonight.

But for as pent up as he was right then, with his emotions so spiky and seeking explosive release, he couldn't have sprained anything inside him if he wanted to. His body wasn't just ready for Thrad's cock deep inside him. It needed to be there. Before he knew what was happening Silver was hilted down on the entirety of his lover's cock. He had positively glided down on it. There was so much lube that it felt like sloppy seconds might have, or sloppy thirds or fourths. Silver was so loose it felt like they could have been fucking for hours. His body was so ready, not just to be vigorously fucked by this man he quite possibly loved. But his body was ready and prepared to receive his lover's seed. It wasn't just an emotional need. It was a biological one as well.

Seed. Cum. Bareback. "Discharge". It all ran through Silver's mind, even as Thrad started to lift him up and down. Silver could hardly believe that it was happening. The wonder of it was keeping him strangely out of his usual lust crazed state. Silver always got positively feral when Thrad was this deep inside him. Ten times out of ten. But right now his head was oddly cool. It was all so surreal. He wasn't just getting fucked. He was getting bred.

He looked down at himself, and his small, abandoned cock. And the massive bull below him. Silver found Thrad was basking in his form, as Silver writhed atop his dick. And he saw feral lust in his mate's eyes. It was the look Silver usually matched him in, par for par. But this time Silver simply didn't feel feral lust. In its absence was something new. It was more powerful than even the deepest of Silver's lust states. Then he recognized it as an inversion of that first, guilty look he'd caught in Thrad's eyes, just before their fight. It had been the first time Silver had seen, or felt, up-close heartbreak. That had been a deep hurt, unlike Silver had known before.

This moment was juxtaposed to that darkness he'd picked up from his mate. It was coming from Thrad, yes, but mainly it was coming from himself. With that knowledge he did the best he could to motion his hips and torso along his lover's length, because that's just what he was, wasn't he? And that's what this was. For seven weeks now they had been fucking. Never before had they made love.

In this they grew out of sync. Silver laughed when he noticed the disparity. He was becoming more an emotional loverboy as Thrad was becoming more of a mindless machine. That turned Silver's attention to the sensations inside him. Then he mewled, and then made a sound between a snarl and a long, drawn out whimper. It was chittering and new. It was the body's response to feeling too much, too fast. He was at ultra capacity and then some. That energy was building and cresting and filling to burst. Even if some of it came out as pitiful vocalizations, most of it had nowhere to go. So it collapsed inward, causing pure turmoil and ecstasy as it did.

Silver didn't shoot his load. It poured from him instead, as if someone had calmly opened some sort of tap inside him. He might have felt himself cum faintly, if he had been searching diligently for that sensation. But he was lost in his mind and body, because this was the first full-body orgasm of his life.

Silver's chittering continued. As did a dozen other noises and breathless sounds which don't have any names. He was feeling a new type of cloud of lust, but it was stronger than any of the others. This time his lust was an all encompassing screen. All at once it was too much to bear, and it was nowhere near enough. At first Silver was deeply twitching on his lover's cock due to his rolling, bone-shaking orgasm. But the moment he remembered who he was, and what muscles were and how to use them, he pressed on twitching all the same. He gave his everything to Thrad. He had, for several weeks, been giving his body to this man. Now was the time to give him his heart as well.

Silver couldn't think straight as he writhed. He wasn't trusting in his instincts, he had become them. And they became him. He leaned forward with ultimate ease and took Thrad's mouth with his. Neither Thrad's dick nor Silver's ass minded one bit for the slight adjustment. The two kept on fucking like never before. And while Silver urgently kissed the man he loved he was feeling him, and holding him, and rubbing, and clawing because he couldn't help it. And he was writing and mewling and Thrad was fell thrusting into him, pulling the tabby cat off then plunging deep inside, time and time again - until Thrad stopped motioning Silver up or down at all. He held Silver tight against his crotch. He crunched forward to put as much of his body into it as he could. And it had happened. Silver had been flooded with cum.

He could feel it in so many ways. With his legs on either side of Thrad's hips he could feel his mate's entire body contract. He had felt that sensation before, but they had never been this strong. And he felt Thrad's cock swell and pump inside him. Both through his tail hole, and through that bend inside him, he could acutely feel it. He could almost feel each rope of cum as it shot through Thrad's dick buried inside him. Thrad's cock would pulse, and an electric jet would shoot through, up and out, and then in. Into Silver. Deep inside him.

Silver continued to twitch while hilted firmly on his lover's cock. He caught a particular glimpse as he did, so he motioned himself in just a certain way. Then he sucked in his tummy - and there it was. He saw an outline of Thrad's cock inside him. It seemed to reach up toward Silver's belly, although Silver never paid all that much attention to biology so he didn't have too much an idea what exactly was going on inside him. But he could see the cock within him. He was being fucked, and mated, by the biggest cock he had ever seen - and he could still see it now. A thin wall of fur was the only thing still between them. Thrad shot another rope of cum up into his mate. Silver was able to see it in real time.

No doubt it was his emotional peak which let him see it in slow motion. Thrad's cock expanded inside him. Its outline was that much more pronounced. Silver felt along its form. He put one hand along Thrad's shaft, and used one hand to rub around at Thrad's head. He was massaging his bull's cock while it shot inside him. He was giving his mate a handjob through him. Then he swore he saw a jet stream rush up through his abdomen, traced perfectly under his fur which was taut against the dick inside him. The surge shot out and through Thrad's head, and Silver felt the stream hit up against the pads on his fingers and palm. He could have been actually receiving that cum on his hand because it felt so real. But he knew his hand was dry all the same. His lover's cum was stuck inside him. Deep, deep inside him.

It didn't take long for Thrad to come to his senses enough to start thrusting again. They were small thrusts at first, in line with Thrad's penchant for gently fucking after he'd been fucking. Silver still watched the dick inside him. It was mesmerizing to see its outline as he was plunged on and off of his lover's cock. Then he became aware of the sound coming from inside him. It became more noticeable as Thrad started to fuck him harder, and harder still.

Silver was positively flooded with cum. Thrad was fucking his dick into an ocean of his own fluids. Each thrust displaced that ocean of cum, and it sloshed around inside because it had nowhere else to go. Then some of it found its way further inside. Silver swore he could feel it move. He was getting more full, every inch of his insides were becoming full. Soon he would be coated in his lover's cum, as had happened so many times before. But now it was on the inside, instead of on his fur.

Still Thrad was fucking. The bovine had a legendary stamina, but this was ludicrous, even for him. But he fucked all the same. From the grunts he was making, and from the actual iron glad grip he had on his twink tabby, he was going to cum again. Silver was too awash in the moment for another orgasm. His dick had dribbled out all it had to give, and his entire body was still trying to recover from its rolling and crashing ecstasy of only moments before. So he contented himself in pleasuring Thrad, his mate below him. If the bull was going to cum again, then so be it. And let it be magnificent.

Silver knew he had caught on to something when he first held on to Thrad's dick within him, through the thin fabric of his fur. So he held himself in that one stance with calculated determination. And he grabbed at Thrad's dick in just the right ways. He couldn't make a full grasp, but he could do his best to pressure along and grab at Thrad's sensitive spots. There was one about halfway along Thrad's shaft, then of course there was his head. Silver took hold of both of them now, and rubbed his hands up and down along his body. He could have been giving himself a sort of a massage. And he was massaging, alright. Just, not in a way nature had ever envisioned. Nor would it want to.

Thrad made a few startling noises, so Silver pressed on. Then Thrad broke out of his feral predatory state to see exactly what the fuck he was feeling. There was no way Silver had that much muscle control, not when he was so flooded and stretched, and dear god would you look at that fucking cat go.

Silver picked up his intensity. He had to, because when Thrad caught him jacking off his dick through his abdomen, he had stopped moving at all. He had been the driving force of their sex. He had been using Silver as a cock sheath, he was getting himself off and using his mate's body to do it. So now Silver was, momentarily, at a sort of loss. He found himself simply kneeling, skewered along Thrad's cock, and resting quite near the base of it. And the bull's cock was inside him, and outlined outside him - and Silver was jacking him off. Then his mind came back to him, and he started to lift himself up and down, as surely as Thrad had been doing moments ago.

Thrad couldn't describe the fuckery he was feeling along his cock. Not with a thousand words could he describe what this was. Not only was Thrad himself horny as all hell, but his mate was a force of lustful wonder. The scene of the feline before him would have been enough to make a man jizz just by watching it. There was zero way at all this could have been planned, but Silver took to this maneuver as though he'd been practicing it for years and years. As though this was a perfected art. As though he, himself, was perfect.

The bull had cum once, so he was able to think with a touch of clarity, even as he was nearing second climax. Now he, too, could appreciate what Silver had seen earlier. He was watching the cat work marvelously atop him. And they were having sex, but Thrad was curiously outside of it. He watched as his dick penetrated deep into his mate. He watched Silver's hand's run up and down on the shaft inside him. But then, those hands didn't just belong to Silver. Because now Silver belonged to Thrad. It was unspoken, but they were together, now, and perhaps as long as forever. And that bond had been solidified, cemented, and consecrated as well. Silver belonged to Thrad. And Thrad, for as long as the tabby would have him, would belong to Silver as well.

However, Thrad couldn't last outside of their sex for as long as Silver could. He had been nearing orgasm even as he appreciated Silver's form before him. And the expert feline he was about to start dating was playing him like a fiddle. Thrad was being worked along his head, through that bend within his cat, and Silver worked along the upper half of Thrad's shaft. And his head was being worked by Silver's hands pressing down against it as well. And his shaft was tightly pressed, and working in and out, and in and out. Thrad's breath grew heavy, and Silver's eyes lit up with pride and accomplishment.

Again Silver saw, and felt, his mate cum up inside him.

The bursts and swells were as powerful as before, but not as many. Thrad's noises, however, stayed the same. Silver milked his mate using his rear as well as he could. He knew what Thrad liked, so he started to gently fuck his way down along his mate's shaft as they both came down from their mutually explosive orgasms. They were breathing so heavily, and they were both of them becoming quickly exhausted. Silver collapsed down onto his mate, not caring at all that the entirety of his weight now bore down onto the massive cock still buried inside him.

Where Silver was concerned, let the cock stay inside him. Let it lock his bull's cum deep within him. It flooded deeper inside him still. Silver had been bred well and truly, not only in accordance with his fantasies but far exceeding them. And they stayed that way for quite some time. Their sex and passion and lust gave way to tender care, and even love. They wouldn't dare break that embrace for all the world. Then they were there. Emotionally aloft cat, together with the bull-headed bull.