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"Saving Face Pt. 3"

by Amadeus Wolfpaw

Nate sat at his desk. He tapped the pen in his paw against the table as the click of the clock filled the room. He looked at it. The hands had just passed four. He sighed, and then returned to the droves of papers before him. He hunched over and scribbled on a few, then neatly stacked them in a corner. His pen ran dry, so he reached across the table to grab another. As he did, a framed picture on the desk caught his eye. He glanced at it for a moment. The elkhound's fingers scrunched as he snatched the pen and stared at the image.

It was the evening of their high school dance. A well-dressed rottweiler held a disheveled Nate in his arms, both their cheeks burned so intensely it showed through the fuzzy quality of the image. Their backs were illuminated by a dancing teal light and behind that stood a dilapidated fence. The other dog had a giant, dopey smile on his face. Nate's heart thudded when he saw it. He smiled and chuckled. He clicked the pen and continued with the papers.

The door swung open behind him. He heard it smack against the doorstop implanted to the wall. He spun around and saw a bull terrier in a green sweater dress and blue plaid scarf. Her brown eyes met him across the room. She smiled and walked over to him. She placed a paw on the back of his chair and scanned the massacre of papers littering his workspace.

"How's it coming?"

"Eh," said Nate. "Kinda slow. But ah'll git it done. Only uh few mer."

"Awesome," she said and swung around to her desk on the far wall. "Make sure you put them in the folder on my desk when you're done. We're gonna hand those back out to the kids tomorrow."

"Ser thang. Ah gots it."

The terrier chuckled. "Remember, don't play favorites. Only give them the grade they deserve. I know I've caught you cozying up to a few of them. Didn't Matthias try to bribe you with gum?"

Nate laughed. "Hehe, yea. 'E ser did. Didn't werk, but 'e's still uh good kid. Ah 'aven't dun 'is yet. Ser ah'll find it soon 'ere, though."

The terrier picked up her purse from the chair and slung it over her shoulder. She walked back up behind Nate and tapped him on the shoulder. "If you're not done by five, just leave the rest on my desk. Tonight's a big night, wouldn't want you to be late."

Nate bounced his knee. His pocket conformed around a small box therein. Nate giggled; his ears fell. "Eh, thanks, Missy. Ah 'preciate it." She nodded and turned away. As she approached the door, Nate called out. "Ye gonna swing by uh shop on uh way home?"

"Yep," Missy sighed, "Luke said he's got a story for me. I can only imagine what he's done this time." The terrier shook her head. "I swear, he's gonna get fired if he keeps doing this."

"If 'e 'asn't been alreedy, 'e probly won't." Missy rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, probably. Well," she said, "good luck, Nate. Hope to hear something good."

"Yea, me too," he replied.

Missy closed the door. Nate heard the clack of her heels faded away down the hall as she distanced herself from the teacher's lounge. Nate coiled his fingers around the square-shaped bulge in his pocket. He smirked, and his ears sizzled. He gripped the box and furiously scribbled on the pages. By the hour, a stack had formed in the corner of his desk. He bound them with a paper clip and slipped them into a manila folder from his drawer. He labeled it and threw it on his colleague's desk. He got up, pushed up his glasses, grabbed his bag, turned off the light, and headed out. He made his way to the parking lot, and as he sat in his car, his heart crawled into his throat. His heart pounded and his fingers vibrated. He gulped. The car started, and the elkhound drove home slowly.

About twenty minutes later, Nate arrived the apartment and threw his bag on the floor. He scurried into the kitchen and threw a pot into the sink and filled it with water. Once it reached a boil, he heard the doorknob twist. Footsteps bounded through the entryway, and he heard an obnoxiously loud voice call out, "Babe? You home?" The elkhound smirked. His heart leaped.

"Yea. In uh kitchen, Derrek."

Around the corner came a rottweiler, toned and burly. A gut protruded from his stomach, under which hid a dense pile of muscle. His abs poked out from beneath the fat on the sides. He sauntered into the kitchen and threw an arm around the elkhound. Nate blushed. The rottweiler wrapped his tree trunk arm around his neck and pulled him in. They kissed, and then the black and tawny doggo grinned ear-to-ear.

"Hey, babe. How was work?" Nate grinned, then turned to the stove and turned down the heat. He flipped the switch for the fan. It hummed as he reached for the box of pasta.

"Eh, wus 'aight. Missy's got me gradin' papers sum 'ore. Ah thinks she don't trust me wit 'ore 'an 'at." He poured the hard noodles into the pot. Derrek turned around and threw his bag into the washroom. His sweat muddled the air around them. He grabbed his tee and yanked it off. He hollered as he made his way to the bedroom.

"Well, you've only been there a month. Can't expect her to throw shit at you so soon. She probably just doesn't want to overwhelm you." Nate heard the door close. He called back,

"Ah mean, yea" he said and stirred the pot. "But ah'd still like tuh do somethin' o'er 'an papers. Fig'erd there'd be more tuh 'is job 'an 'at."

The door creaked and Derrek came around the corner into the orange light of the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. "Well, Damien didn't let me do much of anything when I started at the gym. I say just give it time. She'll give you more to do as you get adjusted. Besides actual teaching is probably different than just _learning_about teaching."

"Yea, ah guess," Nate said. "Still, ah don't wanna be uh TA fer more 'an uh year, if ah can. Ah wanna move up. Maybe 'en ah can git summer off?"

The rottweiler laughed. "Ha! That'd be nice. Then maybe we can finally take that trip to Carnal. I hear tourism is booming ever since the police reform."

"Yea," the elkhound sighed. "We'd talked 'bout 'at trip fer ever."

"Soon, babe," Derrek said and placed a paw on Nate's. The elkhound looked up and stared into the rotty's eyes. "We'll have our chance. Hope my company is enough until then."

Nate beamed. His eyes pranced around his head. "Ah love ya, ya shithead."

"I love ya, too," they giggled. A kiss followed.

Dinner was prepared. Derrek pulled out the ceramic bowls and filled it up with the cooked noodles while Nate drizzled them in red sauce. They chatted as they slurped. Throughout the meal, Nate's heart rate steadily increased. At first, it gently thudded in his chest. As the meal drew closer to its conclusion, it ran. Then it dashed. By the time Derrek got up to rinse his bowl, it sprinted. His pulse pounded, and his ears flattened once the running sink slapped him. His paw clamped on the box in his pocket. He glanced over his shoulder, he saw Derrek washing the dishes, blissfully unaware of Nate's discord. The elkhound sighed and stood up. He grabbed his bowl and walked up behind Derrek. He placed his bowl in the sink under the water and directed the rottweiler's attention outside.

"Itz such uh nice 'ight," he said and pointed. "Ya care tuh join me out 'ere?"

Derrek grinned. "Sure. Temperature's been dropping lately, so it'll be nice and cool. Let me just finish this and,"

"Ah, no, itz 'kay," Nate said. "Take yer time. Ah gots somethin' tuh do real quick. Ah'll meet ya on da terrace."

"Okay."

Nate ducked into the bedroom while Derrek rinsed the dishes and placed them in the washer. He closed it, wiped his paws, and headed for the patio door. He slid the glass door shut behind him and sat down on the bench overlooking their community pool. They lived on the second floor, so it was easy to see it in use. Due to the temperature, no one was in the courtyard. The cool breeze whipped Derrek's skin. He sighed and laid back. His shoulders sagged as the door reopened. Nate stepped through.

The elkhound sat down; his fingers trembled. Derrek stared into the distance. "Isn't this nice? I wish it was this temperature all year."

"Yea, 'is nice like 'is."

"Reminds me of when we first moved in. It was colder than this, and because of that debacle with your card, we couldn't pay the electric bill for a whole week. Fun times, huh?"

Nate snickered. He placed a paw on Derrek's thigh. "Yea, 'is funny now. Then? Eh, ain't so much."

"Hard to believe that was two years ago already. I mean damn...where'd the time go?"

"Hehe, babe," Nate said, "'at wus three yeers ago. 'Member? 'E moved in 'ight when ah started school."

The rotty looked up, his eyes slid to one side, and then they widened. "Oh," he exclaimed, "right. Duh." He padded his forehead with his palm. "Of course. So it's been longer than I thought."

"Yep, goin' on five yeers now."

"That's incredible. Time sure flies, don't it, Nate?"

"Yea," Nate said. He squeezed Derrek's thigh. His fingers slithered around the cubic bulge in his pocket. "Sure does," he fidgeted. "'Ey, uh, Derrek," Nate said.

"Yeah, what's up?"

Nate stood up. His heart thundered in his chest. He spun around. Derrek watched him with eagle eyes. The elkhound smiled and placed a paw on his pocket. He giggled. His fingers shivered as he dug into his pant leg. He pulled out the small square box. It was wrapped in navy blue velvet and gleamed in the waning daylight. The elkhound's ears were down. Derrek didn't take his eyes off the box. The silver doggo's legs became jelly. He wobbled his way down to one knee. His heart swelled and his cheeks ignited. His jaw quivered as he popped the box. Inside, Derrek saw two silver bands glow.

"D-Derrek, uh," mumbled Nate. "W-Wou...would ya marry meh?"

The silence that followed stabbed Nate. He waited for the rottweiler to say something. He watched Derrek with unblinking eyes. He knelt before him. The elkhound visibly shook from his shoulders to his ankles. His lip cracked as he waited. His ears drooped and the small box rattled. Derrek just stared at him. His cheeks bubbled red. His chest expanded, and Nate heard the sound of his raucous laughter.

"Hehe," he snickered, covered his mouth, and looked down. He looked at Nate and his brows narrowed. The elkhound's tail scrunched inwards. Derrek opened his maw and the words unfurled like a rolling carpet. "I don't know, dude," he said. "You'd have to ask me."

The stared at each other. Nate's heartbeat leaped forward. His fingers trembled, but his veins more so. He knelt erect, his shoulders stiff, and his temples throbbed. Derrek smiled at him. His teeth gleamed brightly in the evening light. Nate's nerves melted, and he joined Derrek in a chorus of mirth. Nate's arms fell and he stood up. Derrek rose to his feet. He rubbed the elkhound's arms as they chuckled together. The silver doggo's arms were coarse and clammy. Even his shiny fur seemed straw-like and dim. Derrek looked up at Nate. His lids hung half-open. Nate shook his head back and forth as his resolve evaporated.

"Derrek, ah uh..." he mumbled. "Hehe, sorry 'bout 'at. Guess ah lost muh nerve 'ere."

"I don't blame you. But for what it's worth," he said and caressed Nate's chin in his fingers. He pulled the elkhound's face towards his and beamed. It was the same dopey smile with which he'd attacked Nate so many times before. Ear to ear, his words sang. "I want you to ask again. But this time, do it on your feet. Somehow, doing it the normal way doesn't sit right. It doesn't feel like us."

Nate nodded and turned his torso towards Derrek. "Ah agree. Ah felt kinda stupid. But," he held up the box. They both looked down at the rings and then at each other. They burned in the light. Nate smiled as he held the box up to Derrek, this time at chest level. He smiled in return, and his ears shot up. Derrek saw a nerve bulge in Nate's forehead. "Derrek Greenhorn," he said. "Will ya marry meh?"

Derrek took Nate by the paws and nodded. He stared into Nate's eyes. His face burned more brightly than the sun. "Of course, babe. Absolutely."

Their smiles grew. Nate took the bands out of the box and slipped one onto Derrek's paw. Derrek admired it for a moment. The silvery metal contained the light it touched. The reflection mimicked the light around it. It shone purple, red, orange, all the lights of the nearby bleeding sky. The outside was smooth, and inside he saw his initials engraved. A deep carving of DG, right next to a similar incision that read NG. Derrek grinned.

Derrek picked up Nate's paw and slipped the other ring on. Nate set the box down and stared at it for a moment. He remarked how light it felt, and Derrek agreed. "So," the rotty said, "does this make you a Greenhorn then?"

"Ah'd like to be," replied Nate. "If ya'd let meh. If ah'm bein' honest wit'cha, ah ain't been so Bright, if ya know what ah mean..."

Together their laughter filled the patio. "I definitely know," Derrek said and pulled Nate in. His arm wrapped around the elkhound's waist and tightened. His giant lips smothered Nate's as the distance between them closed. Nate closed his eyes. His slender arms coiled around Derrek's neck. He pushed back, and the kiss joined them. They slobbered each other. Drool plunged from their maws and created a lubricious film on their lips. It gleamed. Nate pushed hard; he interlocked his tongue with Derrek's and they wrestled inside his maw. Derrek's cheeks flared, his wrists shook, and his ass clenched. Nate felt the skin on the rotty's neck tense. He pulled away and stared the dog in the eyes. Derrek felt a bulbous shape press against his thigh, he looked down and grinned. He patted it. Nate winched. A weak moan escaped. Derrek giggled, and Nate joined him. The elkhound looked up at his fiancé. His eyes spoke.

"Shall we?" asked Nate.

"Oh, yeah," Derrek sang. Nate gave the muscular doggo some side-eye, then took Derrek by the paw and led him inside.

The door to their bedroom flung open. They didn't bother closing it. Nate pulled Derrek to the edge of the queen bed and sat him down. He stared at Derrek as the rotty leaned back. His heart jumped, but a childish grin still plastered his face. Drunk from the adrenaline, he unbuttoned the top fasten of his shirt and slowly pulled it open. He saw Derrek's groin twitch once he'd gotten a peek of what was underneath.

As Nate unbuttoned his shirt, Derrek saw thick black lines. They shined in the lamplight with a leathery texture. The elkhound pried his shirt open as the last button came loose and pulled the fabric apart. The dark tentacles of the harness sprawled across Nate's silvery fur, entangling him like the arms of angry cephalopod. Derrek grinned, grabbed his bulge and massaged it before Nate. His pulse hastened. He looked up at Nate. The silver dog stared at him with a crooked brow.

"You been planning this, babe?"

"'Course. Wat ya think ah wus doin' 'fore ah came out wit'cha? Ah had tuh put 'is pup on."

"You look sexy as fuck, Nate," and he blushed.

"Hehe, uh, thanks, Derrek. And 'is all fer ya."

Derrek held out his paws. "Then get over here. I want it all."

Nate complied.

The elkhound stepped towards Derrek. He climbed onto the rotty's lap as Nate kissed him. Their lips locked as Derrek yanked at the fabric on Nate's shirt. The white cloth rolled down and exposed his shoulder. The fur stood on end, fuzzy from the static living inside. Derrek tossed the shirt to the side of the bed as Nate kissed him. He pulled away, leaned back in, and sucked on Derrek's lip. Derrek snorted. His throat vibrated. He pulled Nate in as his paws ascended the elkhound's chest. His paws made Nate tingle. His head pulled up, and his moan filled the room.

Derrek kissed Nate's chest. He started at the waist, then the abs, and then his pecks. At the same time, his paws crept up to the harness. Nate's skin buzzed. His ears fell. He closed his eyes and let his mouth hang ajar. As the rotty's paws explored him, he pulled his knees up onto the bed. He sat on Derrek's lap and wedged his crack atop Derrek's bulge. He could feel it pushing against his ass. It filled the space like feathers in a pillow. Derrek groaned. The shape twitched. The rotty grabbed Nate's ass and squeezed it in his paws. The elkhound whimpered and bit his lip. He panted and cradled Derrek's head. Derrek quickly lashed at Nate's nip for a moment before he leaned down. Nate rocked in Derrek's lap; the lump beneath his pants swam across the backside of Nate's jeans. His rocking slowed, and Derrek ripped down the zipper.

The rotty held his head steady. He unfastened the button and pulled apart the sides of Nate's jeans. He separated the corners and welcomed the shape poking out from under them. Nate huffed as Derrek touched him. He clamped his arms around Derrek's head and winced as he touched the shape. Derrek grabbed the lining of Nate's underwear and pulled. A pulsing shaft flopped out. Derrek took it in his paw, and it stiffened. Nate moaned. Derrek angled it up to his maw and licked the head. The elkhound shuddered. The rottweiler smiled and ran his lips down the side of the shaft. He kissed and licked as he went. The silvery dog's grip on Derrek's head tightened. His fingers burrowed into the rotty's tawny patches. His eyes squeezed shut as Derrek returned to the head and overtook it.

It was warm, wet, and soft. Nate squealed as Derrek bobbed his head. His dick filled the rottweiler's maw more each second, and his breath became sporadic. He lurched forward as Derrek's teeth grazed his sensitive skin. He groaned. Derrek marinated his partner's cock in spit. It throbbed in his mouth as the veins bulged. It quivered. Derrek's ears tingled. He felt heat overtake his cheeks, and he continued to work the head and side. He grabbed Nate by the base and skewed himself. He took Nate all the way in. The elkhound's head poked the back of his throat. He felt himself about to gag, but he eased up and slid back down. He released Nate, whipped the glistening skin with his tongue and continued. Nate's groans grew louder as Derrek took more.

As Derrek jostled Nate's base, a low rumble escaped his throat. It bounced inside his maw and panged off Nate's cock. Nate gasped as his dick vibrated. Derrek growled again. His hot breath showered Nate. The elkhound drooled. Rivulets collected on his tongue. He sucked them back before they fell on Derrek's head.

The rotty pulled back. He kissed Nate's chest again and reached up. He twisted his fingers around Nate's nip and pinched him. The elkhound cried. Derrek grabbed Nate's maw and pulled it down. Once more they kissed.

The room's cool air harassed Nate's moist dong. It tickled as it stood on full display before Derrek. Nate leaned back and looked down. His cock was engorged. It puffed with a girth he'd forgotten was capable. He smiled and pushed on Derrek's shoulder. The rotty leaned back and climbed into the bed. He situated his head on the pillow at the end of the queen mattress. Nate followed him. He crawled like a savannah predator in long grass. Derrek sat up, his back reclined about halfway. He supported his weight on the pillow and put an arm behind his head. He looked down at Nate and smirked. Nate eyed him.

The elkhound yanked on Derrek's pants. The elastic waist yielded and slipped off. Nate clamped onto the sides of Derrek's underwear thereafter. He slid them down and threw them off the bed. Derrek was already erect. His meat crashed against his chest with an inviting smack. Nate's maw watered. His ears buzzed and his tongue sunk into his maw. He crawled towards it and took it in one paw. Derrek groaned. The rotty wasted no time and closed his eyes. He spread his legs butterfly style and waited. He didn't wait long.

Nate threw himself onto Derrek. His maw was at capacity with the entirety of Derrek cock sooner than Derrek could gasp. The sensation consumed him before he could react, and by the time his first moan escaped Nate began to bob. He coated the rotty's dick and slurped. He ran up and down the side and grazed it with his gnarly chompers. Derrek shuddered. His maw finally hung ajar. Nate inhaled Derrek. The sides of his maw bounced around the shaft like a pinball machine. Occasionally he'd let it go, rubbed it with his paw, and burrow his fingers into Derrek's base. The rotty moaned each time. He kissed Derrek, then wrapped his maw around the rotty's dick once again. Nate pecked the skin as he lapped. He darted his tongue against the head and brushed the veins with his lips. The excess mucus gleamed on his lips. It condensed on one side and fell from his maw and he pushed further down. Derrek reached the back of Nate's throat. The elkhound adorned his warrior face and pressed. His tongue strangled the bottom of Derrek's dick and encased it in warmth and wetness. He pushed and Nate's nose burrowed into the rotty's crotch. Derrek yelped and his whole body convulsed. Nate let up.

He released the rottweiler's dick from its prison and let it flop once more onto Derrek's chest. He wiped the pre from his lips and smiled at Derrek. The rotty had let his arms flop to the side. He exhaled. He opened his eyes and stared at Nate. They laughed. Derrek's satisfied sigh was followed by a beckoning paw. Nate leaned in and they kissed. Once their lips met, Derrek took Nate in one paw and massaged his fiancé's dick. Nate moaned. His shoulders tensed. Derrek slithered a paw around Nate's waist to the top of his buttocks. He dipped one claw beneath the fabric and blazed a trail to the elkhound's crack.

Nate's back arched as the touch of Derrek's finger invigorated him. The sensation burned as the claw carved its way to the top of Nate's crevasse. Nate sniveled, and Derrek chuckled. Nate closed his eyes and buried into Derrek's shoulder. He sought support. The rottweiler accommodated the elkhound as his fingers moved further down and glided over Nate's back door. He flinched. Nate stayed on his knees; his head pressed firmly into Derrek. The tips of his ears grazed the pillow as Derrek danced around Nate's tailhole with his claw. The rottweiler reached up and took Nate's member in his paw. He moaned. His mouth fought to keep closed. He didn't want to drizzle spit on Derrek's shoulder.

Derrek rubbed Nate's ass with the pad of his finger. He stroked it from top to bottom, and only paused to pressed lightly against the entrance. At the same time, he throttled Nate's cock. It shuddered in Derrek's paw. This only inspired him to pump harder. Nate rocked as the pumps grew in speed, and his groans matched. Derrek pressed tougher on Nate's tailhole, careful not to slip the claw inside. Nate bounced in Derrek's paw and let the sensation overtake him. He grit his teeth. The rotty felt the base of Nate's cock pulsate. It swelled in his palm as Nate's thighs quivered. Derrek smiled.

He teetered his claw around the edge of Nate's ass but pulled away as the pulses grew in frequency. Nate couldn't speak. His moans were words. Derrek ripped his paw away from Nate's ass and pulled Nate off his shoulder and held him up. He pressed against Nate's nip and pinched. The rottweiler felt the swell in Nate's cock expand. It synched with Nate's increase in volume. Nate's thighs boiled. His veins stiffened and his maw dropped. He gasped as the seismic activity engulfed him.

The fluid shot from Nate and landed on Derrek's chest. It came in spurts, one after the other and Nate cried out. Derrek grumbled and grunted to keep pace with Nate's thrusting hips. The rotty loosened his grip on Nate as the elkhound's fluids glazed his chest. He let go of Nate's nip and held his hip. The elkhound spazzed and his head fell back. He moaned as the last of his juices vacated his body. He sighed deeply and shuddered as one last shot drizzled from his head onto Derrek's abs. The elkhound leaned down and kissed Derrek. They both smiled as Nate blushed ferociously. He moved a paw from his side to the pillow and stared Derrek down as the pulses of his cock weakened. Nate gave Derrek the evil eye.

"Fuckin' dickhead," he said. Derrek grinned. His dopey smiled radiated with intense jollity. Nate sighed and flopped over. He inhaled once as Derrek turned on his side and looked him in the eye. The white fluid slid down his chest and onto the bedsheets. The elkhound could see the yearning still burn inside his dark brown pupils.

"Don't tell me you're finished. We still have the best part."

Nate snickered. "Ah'm sure ya ain't done wit me. And ah sure as heck ain't done wit'chu. So git tuh it 'ready." Derrek sneered.

"Just say the word then, babe."

They looked at each other for a moment, and then Nate smiled. A defeated sigh fled his maw. "Ya love hearin' meh say it, don'cha?"

"Always do."

"Fine," whispered Nate. He leaned into Derrek and placed a paw on his shoulder. He held up his lips to the rotty's ear, "Fuck meh."

Derrek simpered.

The black and brown dog launched up and spun around. He sat on his knees; his dick pointed at Nate like the arm of a compass. The rotty grabbed Nate by the hips and turned him from the side to his back. He grabbed the web of black leather sprawled across his back and yanked on it. The lines indented Nate's skin. The elkhound grunted. Derrek kissed Nate's back, just below the harness at the middle of his spine. His lips ran down the curves of his backbone and sucked the skin with each peck. Nate smiled and pushed back. His skin tingled with Derrek's touch. A muffled groan escaped him, and he looked back to watch the rottweiler service his back and ass. Nate's ears stayed down, as did his eyelids.

Derrek slurped his way down to Nate's ass. His paws cupped the large cheeks encased in the elkhound's black tights. Derrek pinched the plush lumps. Nate groaned. The rotty leaned in and kissed Nate's back once more, just above his tail. His fingers coiled underneath the elkhound's tights and pulled. Derrek exposed Nate's ass and tailhole. His silvery fur burned in the evening light. The rottweiler proceeded to wrestle Nate out of his tights and jeans and promptly discarded them. He stared at Nate's bare buttocks for a moment and licked his lips. He lunged at it.

His fingers pried apart the walls of Nate's ass and exposed his hole. Nate, taken aback by the sudden force, yelped. His ass puckered, but Derrek was quick to correct. He lathered his lips in moisture and started a trail from the top of Nate's crack to the entrance. He moved slowly, leaving a snail-like trail of mucus streaming down the crack. He reached the hole and stabbed Nate with his tongue. The elkhound moaned. Derrek clamped his paws on Nate's ass as he groped the luscious lumps in his paws. He dug into Nate's ass with his pinkish tongue. It slathered the walls with shiny fluids and left residue each time Derrek pulled away. He leaned back, breathed, and then dove back in. On the following pass, he bore his fangs and slid them across Nate's most sensitive reaches. The elkhound squealed. His back curved and his fur stood up. Derrek could feel his thighs tightened through his muscle. Nate collapsed. His knees gave out and he crashed onto the bed. He laid flat. His ass was completely exposed to Derrek. Derrek licked his fingers and rubbed Nate again, this time the elkhound murmured, "Ah, oh, fu- ...ah!" Derrek pushed a finger into Nate's ass. He heard the elkhound grumble under his breath. Derrek excavated a path inside as Nate's tunnel warped around Derrek's digit. Derrek dug further and shifted his digit. As he shifted, he could feel squishy flesh inside Nate slosh around. He brushed against a spot nearby the lower end of Nate's wall and the elkhound groaned. His spine vibrated and he felt a paralyzing pressure attack the base of his groin. It sprung from between his thighs and reverberated to his base. He went limp. Derrek pulled out his fingers and sloppily covered Nate's tailhole again, and then pulled back and took his cock in his paw.

He rubbed it. It bloated in his paw and throbbed. The flesh expanded so rapidly that for an instant it stung. The blood floated into the shaft and stabilized his meat, and the pain quickly went away. It was replaced with anticipation. Derrek stroked himself and pinched his fingers around the head. He heard Nate pant. On his knees, Derrek hobbled over to Nate's ass. He aligned his junk up with Nate's dilated hole and pressed against the outside. Nate moaned. His blood screamed in his ears. Derrek leaned down. His cock planted firmly between Nate's cheeks as he climbed up Nate's back and kissed his neck. He fondled the elkhound's shoulder and nipped his ear. Nate smiled, and he looked back at Derrek with dreary eyes. The rotty grinned.

"I love you, Nate."

"Ah love ya, too." They kissed.

Derrek pulled back and returned to Nate's ass. He positioned his dick before Nate's hole and pushed. The head entered, and Nate shuddered. Derrek's meat burrowed inside Nate an inch at a time. With each new push, Nate's maw dangled wider. His moans matched. The room filled with ambient noise. Derrek's muscles tingled as he pushed further. He looked down and grabbed Nate's love handles. His cock was about halfway, he readjusted and aligned his hips forward for more fluid thrusts. He grunted as he tunneled inside another inch. Nate's moans morphed into growls as the sacred spot was stimulated. He grit his teeth and a low rumble bounced around inside his throat. Derrek could feel the vibration channel through his paws. The tremor energized him. He released one paw and placed it on his enlarged member. He guided it deeper inside, then with only an inch down to the base he shoved.

Nate's eyes swelled. "Ah!" he cried as the sudden fullness consumed him. He couldn't move. His arms were locked in place as Derrek's paws returned to the elkhound's hips. Derrek didn't pull out right away. He moved his hips around in a circular motion and grazed each of Nate's inner walls. He slid along the bottom and prodded at Nate's inner treasure. The elkhound's teeth pressed so firmly together he swore they'd break. Derrek felt his muscles tense up, and he massaged Nate's ass until the flesh became tender once more. Derrek grabbed Nate and pressed harder. He pushed further than the base until Derrek's groin collided with Nate's ass. They'd been joined.

Derrek pulled out gradually, occasionally stopped, and slid back in an inch. Nate groaned each time. His body rocked to try and match Derrek's pace, but the rottweiler was too unpredictable. The silver doggo surrendered after the third attempt. Nate gave in and let his head sink, to which Derrek smirked. Derrek pulled almost all the way out. He only left in about two inches. Then he slammed back in. Nate screamed. His neck barely supported his head as it bounced back and forth like a bobble. Derrek upped his pace. He started steadily but rocked his hips in motion to the creak of the bed. He released one of Nate's hips and pinched his nipple. The pain and sting stirred beneath his groin. Derrek moaned. He threw his head up,

"Ugh, fuck yeah..." he snarled. He leaned forward. He grabbed Nate's harness and pulled it back. Nate came with it. His ass stayed within Derrek's firing range, but his body angled up. Derrek stabbed Nate's prostate with each thrust. Nate's arms flailed for a moment, but quickly found their place numb and flopped to his sides. Combat was hopeless. He gave into Derrek's dominance.

The rotty thrashed him around as he fucked him. He held the black straps of the harness tightly in one paw while the other explored Nate's body. It landed on his junk, his nip, neck, and any other place Derrek could feel squalling for attention. Derrek took Nate by the thigh and pushed harder. Nate reached up and wrapped an arm around Derrek's neck. Their moans fused into a brand-new sound. It rang loudly through the room and out into the hallway.

Derrek continued to pound. His hips burned from the effort, but he fought the urge to stop. He pushed into and out of Nate, his greasy cock slipped in more fluidly each time. Nate's stomach churned and his head spun as Derrek pumped him. His tongue unfurled and his eyes rolled back. His flaccid dong flopped around as Derrek plowed him. It smacked against his thigh as he rocked in motion with Derrek's thrusts. His ears buzzed as they fell. Nate's free paw reached around Derrek and grabbed his ass. The rotty's ass filled Nate's paw. The doughy lump sagged through his fingers and the pressure made Derrek growl.

Derrek slammed harder. He planted his paws securely around Nate and forced his way in. Nate screamed. Derrek bent him over and injected his ass with rotty cock. Nate's walls conformed to Derrek. They strangled his members as the sensation climbed throughout Derrek's body. He drooled. The drops fell on Nate's ass. Derrek's thrusts became more rhythmic as he pumped, and the ecstasy was followed by all too familiar welling deep in his groin. Derrek sunk his claws into Nate's hips. He thrust again. Each time, a grunt followed. His thighs wailed, but he didn't stop. He tried to speak, to warn Nate, but the feeling built before he could utter a word. His jaw vibrated as he filled and refilled Nate.

Nate could tell it was coming. He felt Derrek's cock shudder inside him. The rotty's thrusts became sporadic as the feeling overtook him. Nate moaned and pumped back to accommodate the new pace. Their tempo synched right as Derrek's base engorged. The wave seared inside him and rocketed up his cock. He collapsed forward and Nate yelled, "Derrek!"

The fluid pierced Nate's ass. It splashed around and glazed his walls. Derrek locked onto Nate as his orgasm began. He pumped Nate's ass with each subsequent wave. He moaned loudly as the welling claimed him. Nate whimpered. Derrek's weight and fullness left him unable to move as the rotty filled him up. The meek sounds from Nate made Derrek dizzy, the reward for a successful attack. His head spun, and he flopped onto his side as one last gush vacated his body and seeped onto his chest. Derrek leaned against the pillows and jerked his cock. Drops of translucent fluid plopped onto his chest as he groaned, and his eyes rolled back. His head buried into the pillow as the wave subsided. As it fled, he looked to his right at Nate. The elkhound was on his stomach, eyes closed, and breathed heavily. Derrek's chowder lingered all over his ass. Nate felt it trailed down his crack and onto the sheets. Nate sighed, then opened one eye and snickered.

"Ah," he gasped, "b-best yet."

"You think?" said Derrek. "I didn't do anything different. Just watcha like, per usual."

Nate pulled his arms up as the adrenaline weakened. He climbed to his elbows and situated himself on his shoulder. He looked at Derrek. The rotty saw something glimmer in his eye.

"Well, 'e jist got engaged, 'ight? 'At makes it 'especial."

Derrek laughed. "Yeah, I guess it does. First time as future," he paused, "uh, mates? Spouses?"

The elkhound reached out and placed a paw on Derrek's chest. The rottweiler stared at Nate as the silver dog smiled. "'Et's jist go wit 'partners,' 'ike always."

Derrek caught his breath and he sat up. He looked over at Nate. The gleam from his fur blinded Derrek. His ears dropped as he sighed, "Hey, uh, Nate," he said.

"Yea?" he replied. Nate saw Derrek get up and flipped over. His chest faced the ceiling as they spoke. "Wat's up?"

"Is there like," he mumbled, "anything specific I'm supposed to do for this?"

"Fer wat, babe?"

"This," Derrek gestured between them. "I mean, I love you. I'd love to marry you, but," he flopped onto his back and threw his arms over his head. He scrunched his face and giggled. "I don't know the first thing about being married. Or a husband. I mean, what are we supposed to,"

"Derrek," Nate interrupted. The rotty looked over at him. Nate crawled over to Derrek and rested a paw on his shoulder. He smiled. It shined with a sincerity that Derrek hadn't seen in a long time. "Ah ain't lookin' fer notin' 'cept ya. Ah want ya, ah want tuh love ya as long as ah can. All ah want from ya is yer time. As long as ya can give."

The rottweiler returned the smiled. He reached up and pulled Nate in. Nate wrapped his arms around Derrek's big chest and smiled. He burrowed his muzzle into Derrek's shoulder and nuzzled him. Derrek stroked Nate's ears as exhaustion knocked on their door. Derrek leaned down and whispered in Nate's ear,

"I can do that." Derrek sat back and closed his eyes. Nate did too, and soon after the sound of their snores packed their bedroom. They stayed there, coiled in the other's embrace, baked in the plump roots of their green love.

-The End-