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A sharp knock on wood tore me from my sleep.

I blinked at the darkness of my room, subconsciously I was aware the knocking had been going for a while. Something pounded my front door. Shock turned to fear which turned to frustration.

I didn't want to get up.

"Cmon bro lemme in!" A drunken voice cried out, followed by more frantic knocking. I sighed, squinting as I rolled out of bed. I clicked my lights on and stared for a moment at my semi-erect cock, too tired to piece together why I should probably cover up if I was about to answer the door.

I fumbled my way into a pair of boxers. For a middle-aged coyote I was hung and the loose fitting fabric left little to the imagination but that wasn't my problem. Whoever was hammering my door at 4am was. I shambled down the corridor, flicked the porch light on and swung my door open.

A short but muscular cougar dressed up for a night of clubbing stood on my doorstep. His clothes were a little skimpy, a mesh vest and ripped shorts that showed off his thighs. He'd clearly had a long night, he was swaying on his feet. He'd been color bombed and the mess of dyes had run through his fur with how much he'd been sweating.

Just some college queer on a night out, he hardly looked 20 years old. His blue eyes flashed wide in surprise as I opened my door.

"Shit sorry," he slurred. "Tho-... thought this..." he trailed off, gulping and gagging. I really thought he was about to puke. It took him a moment to recover, though he still looked sickly. "Wrong address," he mumbled.

"Okay." I stared at him, brain too foggy to make much sense of what I should be doing here. He stared back for an awkward length of time before reaching for his pocket and pulling out his phone, clumsily pawing at it until he held up his screen for me.

"Can you- where is this?" He showed me a message from someone, it was a nicely written note about how this cougar could stay with them, but the address written down was mine.

"That's here." I yawned. "I didn't write it though." I adjusted my boxers, hoping it might make the tenting within them a little less obvious. I don't think it worked very well, but I was too tired to care.

But there was more to it than a lack of care. This last month had been pretty shit for me and I hadn't had a lot of time to look after myself like usual.

Carnal comforts helped me get through life and even my tired mind knew he was pretty hot.

I was used to young guys like him hitting me up on hook up apps all the time, looking for someone with experience to teach them the ropes. I lived in a college town, and that was one of the benefits.

"Oh." Panic washed over the cougar's face. "Shit." He rubbed at his cheek, the action labored. He teetered on his feet, part of me was surprised he was still standing. "My friend, 'posed to crash with him." His slurring wasn't getting any better and he was in no condition to be walking around.

I didn't recognize his friend's name either, so they weren't one of my neighbors. I sighed. "There's a couch you can sleep on." It wasn't really a solution I wanted but I'd feel like shit if I just turned him away. The thought of a drunk, attractive young guy wandering the streets for a place to sleep worried me.

Someone could take advantage of him.

"Oh." He blinked and looked at me, I couldn't tell if he was thinking or just dazed. "Sure. Thanks." He blinked again. I wasn't sure he was capable of thinking. I smiled, his blue eyes were so sharp, so bright. I opened my door wide so he could walk in, he was short enough to dip under my arm.

His elbow brushed my crotch as he entered.

I stiffened.

My semi wasn't so semi anymore. I turned to stare at him, my eyes dropped to his tight ass. If not for his tail hanging limp and tired across it, I might've pounced him. Most guys I let into my house wanted that.

"D'you need water or something?" I asked, stomach clenched. I was starting to wake up now and more of me wanted him.

"Uhuh. Yeah. Thanks." He staggered behind me as I led him to my kitchen.

Until now he'd done a remarkably good job at avoiding the elephant in the room. But as I turned to hand him a glass of water, he stared at my obviously tenting crotch. He flicked his eyes up to mine and though he was beautiful, he also looked like he was about to faint.

"Thanks." He threw back the water. I took a seat at my dining table, happy to have something to cover me. He fell into a chair opposite me, head in his hands.

I knew then that the both of us should just go to sleep. Part of me wanted to make sure he was okay. Part of me wanted to make sure he wasn't going to steal from me or something. Part of me, well... part of me wanted him.

It was a pretty rotten thought, even for me. He was plastered, not in a state to make any decisions like assessing the risks of staying at a stranger's for the night. But he looked about to collapse so maybe it was better than passing out in a gutter.

"Big night?" I asked.

"Yea. Bit too muchta drink but." He rubbed at his brow. "Head spinning." He chuckled.

"Must've been some party." I realized exactly what I was doing. None of those other concerns I had mattered, only I was too tired to stop myself. I should just excuse myself, go back to bed and jerk off before passing out. "Going to need a bucket?"

"Na." He rubbed at his throat. "Maybe."

"I'll get you one in a bit." Standing meant showing off just how stiff my boxers were and I didn't want to go quite like that, not when I was this hard. A bit of conversation and I was tired enough that this should ease me up a bit... in theory. That was very wishful thinking. The longer I stared at him, the more I wanted him.

I was a mix of desires. He was drunk out of his mind. I really wasn't that kind of guy. Well. Not the kind of guy to push for something, at least.

"How come you don't know where your friend lives?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm from the city over," he slurred. "Came down for'a party, don't really know him, friend-ava-friend, kinda." He giggled.

"Friend of a friend?"

"Yea. You know like... 'friend'." He did air quotes with his fingers.

"Uhuh." I paused. He was drunk. He didn't mean what I was thinking, probably. My cock throbbed.

"Pretty sad cuz like, use'aly I leave with a guy. Like from the parties, y'know?" He tilted his head, those blue eyes widened as they scoured the red-brown fur of my chest. Was he seriously checking me out? Or was that just what I wanted to see? "Was gunna go back 'n like, y'know." He giggled again.

I grit my teeth. "Right." It took a lot of self control to hold my tongue.

"Na, like... y'know?" He stared at me like I hadn't understood. "Like... fuck 'round, like that y'know." He sounded a little flustered.

"I understand," I muttered. Even drunk, he had to know where he was leading this.

"It's been a bit for me, so I was kinda thirsty. Hahah, just sad I guess. There waza hot guy at the party too."

My eyes were bulging out of my head. I really couldn't. He was pushing me, he had to be.

"Could'a gone home with him. Haha, would'a liked that. Think he liked me too."

I was at my limit.

"He was pretty big I think, though..." He trailed off into giggles, his icy stare flicked down my chest. He wore a huge smile though he slumped in his chair. "I really love suckin' big guys." His smile widened for a moment as he met my eyes.

I'd done my best to give him what I thought he needed, a safe place to sleep.

He'd tempted me to give him what he wanted too. And as a hot blooded canine, I couldn't turn it down. And damn it, his blue stare made my balls ache.

My chair scraped as I stood up, cock twitching in my boxers. He fell quiet. I strode around the table, tore my underwear down and thrust all nine inches of my cock in his face. Without hesitation I put my hand on the top of his head and pushed him towards me.

I exhaled, the soft touch of his fur felt heavenly. I rubbed myself into the dark markings around his lips. He stared up at me with those blue eyes, smiling as I bounced my fat cock across the bridge of his snout.

I was fully prepared to back down in shame and apologize if he reacted poorly.

But dammit, I wasn't going to hold back if that was his line of conversation.

He pressed his nose against my shaft. Warmth kindled in my chest as he licked at my nuts.

Safe to say he had reacted well.

"You're a tease." I growled, tossing his ears. "Were you actually lost or is this your game?"

He slurped on my balls before replying. "Na that was real but I saw you packing." He teased the underside of my shaft with his tongue. "I owe you don't I?" Even his slur was becoming attractive. He'd seduced me, this drunken kitty.

"I don't make a habit of screwing drunk college kids. Just sober ones." I lifted him out of his seat and yanked his shorts off. He was seven inches and hard as a rock. Precum stained the front of his underwear, he was hornier than I was. I pulled his top off too, his tawny fur stank of sweat, a heavy scent which stuck in the back of my nose. "Hope you remember you came onto me first."

I growled and pushed him to the floor. "Suck my cock. I'm going to cum on your face and we can keep going in the morning if you really are that thirsty."

He moaned and took a moment to steady himself against my thighs. I wanted to fuck his face but even now I was being teased by his condition. Had to let him go his own pace lest he puke on me.

And being honest, I had my doubts even now as he tongued my nuts. Was I taking advantage of him? He said he owed me after all, but I wouldn't have ever asked him to repay me like this. And then he pushed all my buttons.

I moaned as he dragged his tongue up my cock and lapped at my head. Pleasure spread through my chest.

"You're real tasty." He flicked those blue eyes up to me. "Daddy," he added.

I growled.

This was starting to feel delirious, like some overactive wet dream. He licked my slit. My knees weakened. Fuck he felt good.

He jerked my cock clumsily over his face, struggling to follow it with his tongue. He looked dizzy and good fucking lord that flared up my libido like nothing else.

"Open your mouth, stay still. Let daddy help." I cooed to him, smitten by his stare.

His hand fell off of my cock, he leant back, closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide with his tongue stretched out.

I wanted to knot his face. I was so fucking horny I could hardly bear gently pushing myself in like I did. He was so warm, so wet. Tight fit for half my shaft but I wasn't going to push any further, but god damn I wanted to.

Pleasure crackled in my belly. I moaned out loud as he slurped on me, my knot started forming in my sheath. It raised my hackles as I winced, really fighting the urge to start thrusting into his throat.

He called me daddy of his own whim. This drunk cougar was everything I needed right now. I grabbed either side of his face, urging him down on me a little more. His hands rubbed up the back of my thighs, he squeezed my ass without a hint of elegance.

He'd put a lot of trust in me by letting me guide his head without his hands to stop me going too far. Part of me wanted to push it, see how far I could make him go. Part of me was already content. A tiny fraction was still questioning why I was doing this.

He smacked his lips against my shaft. I grunted as he started rolling his tongue around me. I got the sense he knew how to suck a cock but just wasn't in the right state to give his best. Which was fine. His clumsiness was hot in its own way.

One of his hands drifted to my balls, he tugged them a little too hard. I yelped and straightened, surprised. He hardly seemed to notice as he kept bobbing up and down on my cock with his irregular pace. I let my hands fall from his cheeks, moaning as the pleasure building within me grew.

I started grunting, giving the tiniest thrusts back into his mouth each time he pulled back. I was savoring every touch, every weak squeeze he gave of my ass. But I was tired, he'd broken my sleep. He was drunk out of his mind, there was a good chance he wouldn't remember this in the morning. So I had no reason to edge it out any longer.

I pulled my cock from his lips. He stared up at me, confused as I started jerking it over his face.

"Lick it."

He caught on after a moment of confusion. "Cum on me daddy." He stretched his tongue out, the warm contact sent shivers through me as I started stroking faster. His blue eyes looked up at me, pleading.

I growled, staring into his eyes.

I gave one last thrust of my hips and groaned as my orgasm rocked me. Pleasure ran through my belly as a spurt of cum sprayed across his tongue. I took half a step back, still jerking my cock as a second spurt stretched from his muzzle to his brow. I squeezed another drop out onto his nose.

I sighed, panting for a moment.

"You're good." He purred, leaning into me to help pull him to his feet.

"I'm also tired." I stared at his cock, too exhausted to go down on him. I'd make it up to him in the morning if he'd let me. "I'll show you where you're sleeping and-"

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to refuse. But why refuse it? "If you don't mind waking up with morning wood poking at your back."

He purred. "Sounds perfect."

"Are you this horny sober?"

"Always." He giggled and grabbed my dick. "I want more of this."

"Tomorrow's a new day." I pulled him by the wrist into my arms. My cock pressed against his back.

"What're ya into?"

"You." I growled and pressed my nose against his head, drawing in his scent.

My jaw could've dropped. Of course I'd noticed it but it didn't register in my tired head. He was ripe with his own sweat and even though I'd just came that was putting ideas in my head. I drew in another long breath, leaning over to sniff down his back and under his arm. He stunk so god damn good.

He dropped his arm over my snout, squeezing me against his pit.

Tonight was a warm summer night and he must've spent hours dancing and partying. Fuck.

I growled and humped at his back. "You fucking reek." I shuddered. "That's what I'm into."

He giggled again. "All yours." He gasped as I picked him off of his feet. He barely came up to my shoulders and though he was muscular, he felt light in my hands.

"How tired are you?" I asked.

"Wasted dude." He nestled into my arms. I yawned as my reply. He yawned a moment later. I shambled down the hall, back to my room.

My head was swimming in the scent of him as I took him into my bed. I lay him down beside me, my hand on his chest as I snuggled up behind him with my semi pressing against his buttocks.

It didn't feel right.

He was like playdoh in my hands as I lay him on his back and lifted his arm around my head.

I slept with my nose pressed firm against his armpit. All I could breathe was the stink of him. He filled my nose, my head, polluted my thoughts with everything I'd do to him in the morning.

I don't know when my fevered thoughts passed onto dreaming. I hardly knew when I'd even awoken, so intoxicated by his musk.

By morning, my cock had oozed enough precum into his thigh that it was wet to the touch. I was fully erect, even my knot was engorged and free of my sheath. My head ached with the scent of him. I couldn't stop myself. I lapped at his armpit, a broad stroke with my tongue.

Fuck he tasted better than he smelled. He was petite in my thick arms, I snorted and snuffed and licked at his armpit, growling to myself as I drowned in the scent of him.

He groaned, his eyes flickered open and shut a few times. He winced at the sunlight pouring through my window. I paused, panting as I met those gorgeous blue eyes. He flashed a smile at me then shut his eyes and lay against the pillows.

I leant away, grappling my desires to hold off without his consent.

But he spoke, his voice an exhausted mumble coming from the pillow. "Keep goin'."

I pressed my nose firm against his chest, breathing him in as I growled. I put a hand on his arm and held him in place as I really shoved my nose against him, dragging it through his fur on my way down his belly.

I kissed his pubes, burying my nose in his crotch. His cock rubbed against my jaw, leaving a trail of sticky precum through my brown fur. I whined as I breathed in the musk of his ball sweat. Not as ripe as his armpit, but more subtle with a deeper, more erotic scent. I dragged my tongue up his sack and he moaned, a weak hand landed on the back of my head.

I sucked on his nuts, savoring the taste of his sweat and feeling euphoric from his musk. His dick oozed precum onto my snout, I growled as I rubbed my face back against him. My cock ached with how horny this was making me. I wanted him like I'd never wanted anything else.

He was vulnerable, too weak to stop me doing anything I wanted to him.

I inched closer to his nuts, enough that I could sneak my tongue past them and swipe at his taint. I kept going, the tip of my tongue snaked between his cheeks.

He shuddered and squeezed my ear.

I lifted my head, drawing my tongue slowly up the underside of his cock as I did. His precum was sweet and as I licked his head, he gasped.

So much of me wanted to fuck him right then. He was my sexual desire. I wanted to smell every part of him, taste him in full. Plow his ass until neither of us could move and tie him for the rest of time. He was an erotic dream, come in from the night and into my bed. My erotic dream, only real.

I stared at him, panting.

"What can't I do to you?" I asked between rushed breaths.

He took a moment to respond. "Nothing."

"I'm going to knot you." I spoke with hunger plain in my voice. I rolled him over, he moaned but didn't stop me. His moans continued as I forced my snout between his asscheeks, his tail in my hand as I tugged it aside.

I couldn't stop myself from growling as I licked his asshole. I went at him harder, my nose buried in his crack. I started snarling, almost rabid as I forced my tongue into him. He was tighter than I expected. It only made me want him more. To embed my knot in him.

He gave weak whimpers and moans, nothing about this upset his hangover. I shoved my tongue into him as deep as I could. He gasped, his body twisting as pleasure filled his face. I leant back and spat on his crack, licking it in from taint to tail. I pulled his cheeks apart and spread him wide as I stabbed him again with my tongue. He jolted and moaned. I raised a finger to his mouth and shoved it in, with a muffled grunt he started sucking it. I coiled my tongue inside him, feeling out the path my cock would soon take into him.

He gasped louder, shuddering as I lashed his prostate. I withdrew my finger from his lips and climbed up over his body, kissing him hard on the mouth. I licked his tongue, growling as he still tasted like my dick from last night. With the finger he'd made slick with his spit I crammed it in his asshole and started rubbing it in deeper.

He squirmed under me, moaning into my mouth as I pushed my finger in deeper and deeper. I drew it out and shoved it back in, reveling in the way he grunted and turned. I started fingering him as hard as I planned on fucking him. Rough and raw with unrelenting pace. He started shaking his head, moaning out loud and gasping among his fervent panting. I leant back, still shoving my finger in and out of him, to watch his entire body react.

I buried my face back in his armpit, groaning as I smelled him.

My arm hurt with how rough I'd been fingering him.

It was enough.

My cock was dripping with pre.

I had to have him.

As I pulled my finger out one last time, he had a moment's reprieve. He stared up at me, expression contorted with pleasure. His tongue hung out of his mouth, a smile on his lips.

I lifted his legs over my shoulders and pressed my cock against his asshole.

We moaned together as my tip slipped into him.

Fuck. He was so warm, so tight. A drawn out groan melded into a growl as I pushed all the way down to my knot. He got tighter and tighter the deeper I went. The beginning of my knot pressed against his asscheeks.

I drew my hips back and pumped my cock back into him. He gasped, the sound bordering on pain as I started humping him. He wasn't stretched enough for my knot.

But he would be.

I could hardly keep up with myself. Could hardly breathe. I placed my hands on either side of his head to tower over him as humped his tight ass as hard as I could manage. I stared into his blue eyes as he tossed and turned his head in an endless series of moans and whimpers. The sound of my balls slapping against his cheeks caught fire in my ears.

I was so fucking horny I kept pushing myself to go harder, faster.

He was my plaything. My hole to fuck, to knot.

I growled as I shoved into him, my knot pressed against his hole, trying to force itself in. I pulled out and rolled him over in one fluid motion, with hardly a break in my pace I thrust back into him. I grabbed his tail in one hand and yanked it back against my hip, pulling him hard against me.

His whimpers grew louder as my knot teased his hole wider and wider with each thrust.

With a gruff bark I shoved it into him. He cried out. My knot stuck into him. I shuddered as I felt his hole close in around the base of it. Warmth and pleasure blew like fireworks through my body. I fell against his back, growling into his ears as I started humping him.

I couldn't pull out but I was pulling his hips with me. Every tiny motion jolted through my belly like electric joy. I couldn't stop the low growling coming from my throat. It was the only thing keeping me centered, holding back the massive orgasm within me.

He gave a yelp, I felt the muscles in his body tense as he shot a jet of cum up his own belly. He went limp under me, his breath rushed as he trembled.

It was like a sledge to the dam holding me back. I whined, still humping him with failing intensity as my balls started aching.

My cock swelled as I stuttered.

A wave of pleasure rinsed my mind of everything. I moaned and growled through it as I came hard into his ass. Three lengthy spurts leapt from my twitching cock. I felt it coat the walls around me, covering everything down to the base of my knot, still firmly tied to his tight ass.

My hips kept thrusting of their own accord, I couldn't think. Couldn't focus on anything but the stream of pleasure burning through my mind and body. I shuddered to a stand still, breathing heavy.

I lay on top of him, my cock wedged so firmly in his ass it could hardly move. As I regathered my thoughts, I humped him slowly, pleasure sparkling as I squished against my own spunk. I looked down at him, he was caught between smiling and breathy moaning. I envied him, nobody had ever wanted me as true as I needed to claim him. I hadn't knotted anyone in so long.

Even now, as intimate as we could possibly be there was more I wish I could do to him. I licked at his ears and he purred softly. That vibration shook through my entire body. I moaned, going lax. It was bliss to lie here on top of him in the warm morning sun.

In truth I'd never felt so close to someone before. Perhaps because I knew nothing of our differences, let alone much of him at all. I just knew he was a tight fit for my cock that felt good. Nothing but bliss. I played with his body as we lay there, unsure if we were waiting or resting or still pleasuring each other.

It took almost an hour for my knot to start shrinking. It passed in the blink of an eye, he lapsed in and out of tired sleep. It was the longest I'd ever tied with anyone, though that didn't come as a surprise for me. I tugged out of him and knelt, leaning back to stare at the ceiling, heart pumping in my chest.

I heard him move but thought nothing of it until his tongue brushed against my cock. My gaze fell to him. Awe-struck, I watched as he started cleaning me up. It was so extra, but god damn it felt good. I think I'd worn my libido through, but the pleasure this gave me was more appreciative. I leant over him, my hands clapped his ass as I spread his cheeks. His hole was stretched wide, which only fired me up more. I went down to start cleaning him up too.

I wasn't one to do this sort of thing. I'd never been interested in eating my own orgasm out of someone and yet at this moment nothing felt more natural or right as he slobbered on my dick. But at the taste of my cum, I started growling. I lapped at him, ravenous. To have him taste of me was overwhelming. My tongue worked all of my jizz out of his ass. But I didn't stop.

He kept going stronger at my cock, finally putting it in his mouth to suck me off. I folded to the building pleasure, there was nothing else I could do but keep rimming him. He slurped on me, moving his head slowly and purring as he took me deeper in his mouth.

I started gasping in between strokes of my tongue. My knot started forming again. I felt so exhausted but still he coaxed more out of me, whatever was left of my sexual desires. I hugged his back against my chest, pushing my face harder between his cheeks. He worked himself further down my cock until his tongue was teasing my knot.

It was too much. A surge of pleasure nearly threw me off balance. I groaned and started thrusting weakly at his face as I came for the third time in the last six hours. He swallowed it down, then wriggled his way out of my grasp.

He fell back against the pillows, his face all sweaty, his eyes cut low as he yawned. "Good," is all he said.

A smile grew on my face. I lay beside him and pushed my head in his lap. I lapped at his cock, putting more and more energy into it as he squirmed and moaned under me. I didn't even have to suck him to get him off, he was so ready to go. He spurted across my muzzle. I licked up what I could but didn't care enough for the rest. My cum still stuck to his face from last night, I liked that we now shared that. I moved my head up to his belly and lay there, an arm across his legs and waited for my heart to steady.

He toyed with my ears almost affectionately.

I kissed his chest. "Both the best and the most unexpected sex I've ever had." I said after some time.

He gave a weak chuckle. "Agreed." Then he sighed. "I wanna shower but think I'll be sick if I try."

Part of me had forgotten he was hungover, I was so caught up in breeding him. "I can get you some nausea tablets... and I need a shower myself, if you wanted..." I felt stupid offering what I was offering.

But he smiled at that. "The pills're good." He scratched at my head. "And I ain't gonna say no to showering with a hunk like you."

I laughed. "I feel like an idiot but I wanna get my hands all over you." I sighed inwardly, just listening to the earnest glee in my voice. It had been so long, too long, since I had this kind of contact with someone. I got up to get him those pills and some water, longing tugged at my heart.

I'd spent the last decade scared of a relationship, only forming casual, often sexual acquaintances with other guys, usually those much younger than me. It was fulfilling, I guess, but it was lonely. I was nearly forty now and hadn't had a boyfriend since my mid twenties. And all this time, I never doubted that until... I winced. I didn't even know this cougar's name.

The best sex I'd ever had was with some drunken frat boy who showed up on my doorstep by complete accident. I hadn't even talked to him much, I knew nothing about him besides how provocative he could be.

And I knew what guys like him were. Heartbreakers. He was a party boy who slept around with hardly a care for his own wellbeing. I wasn't sure he cared much for others. So then why the hell was I feeling like this after half a night with him?

Fucking hell. I was getting so far ahead of myself. I was never good with feelings. I was a heartbreaker myself and maybe I was projecting on him. Maybe I felt kinship with him.

Or maybe I just felt satisfied for the first time in years and craved more.

I fetched those tablets and handed them to him, my chest queasy as I eyed his gorgeous body.

He was a mess, after all the drinking, partying and fucking he looked a disaster and still I thought he was beautiful.

I helped him up, damn near carried him to the shower. I washed him. Slowly, gently, with warm soapy water all over his firm body. The water ran murky with the cheap dyes that stained his fur from the party he was at. I made him soft, made him clean.

And he was every bit as beautiful as before.

He'd brought a bag with him that had a change of clothes. T-shirt and shorts. Casual wear. It put a growl in my throat. He was gorgeous.

I made him breakfast, eggs and sausages with fried tomatoes. He complimented my cooking and my coffee. I think I could've fallen into his lap.

We hardly spoke still, just kept it brief and almost formal.

I was terribly nervous the entire time.

When he checked his phone, he laughed.

"My dumbass friend didn't notice his street name auto corrected." He held up his phone.

I chuckled. "Best mistake he's ever made."

He met my eyes. "Damn right."

I was smitten.

Awkwardly, he rubbed at the back of his head. "Uhh... what's your name?" he asked.

My heart skipped a beat. "Daddy," I said, not hopeless enough to be relaxed about it.

He snorted into laughter, I did too. It felt good to.

"Bruce." I winked at him as I said it.

"Devon." He held out his hand. I wanted to kiss it in good humor. I shook it instead. "Really glad what you did last night."

"Let you blow me?"

"Well yeah, but nah. You really didn't have ta let me crash." He sighed. "And this mornin' too, like feeding me and stuff. You're real kind."

I could've squealed. "You made it worth it and then some." I grabbed his knee under the dining table.

He smirked. "Can I get your number?"

I gestured for him to hand me his phone. "Can I get you to stay another night?" I asked as I typed my number into his contacts.

He winced. "That sounds niiiice, but I got a bus ride and assignments and yeah. Better not."

I nodded, heart sinking. "That's alright." I handed him back his phone.

"I should probs head off now too." He stared at the time on the screen. "Bus is in an hour and if I miss it I'm paying for another ticket."

"So long as you're feeling alright." I really didn't like that I was reaching for him to stay. Made me sound more desperate than I wanted to. But I was desperate.

"Thanks to you, I am." He grinned. "There's only ever been like four other guys I got their numbers after we hooked up."

Was that supposed to soothe me? Four other guys in my position? Did they all want him as badly as I did? Fuck, did I even want him as bad as I thought I did? "Meaning what?" I tilted my head, a little hurt by the gesture.

"Meaning I'll be back."

Great. He had a harem of dudes to bounce between. And I was part of it... and kind of glad to be, if it meant I'd see him again.

He stood up and gathered his things.

I was speechless. He was leaving just as suddenly as he came.

"Anyways," he said. "Thanks dude. Outta all my dumb nights, you made last night the best."

"Happy to." I forced a smile and walked him to the door.

He turned the handle and stepped outside.

And here, at the moment he was leaving I suddenly felt so vulnerable. I said words I'm sure he already knew and felt stupider for it.

"Hey uh, anytime you need a place to crash, or you're just bored." I leant against my doorframe. "You know where to find me."

He tilted his head, a little surprised. "Thanks man. I'll see ya next weekend."

I snorted, relieved. "Maybe go lighter on the booze so we can really have some fun."

"Maybe." He raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe you could go harder on me, help me learn my lesson." He pouted, teasing me with pleading eyes. "Daddy."

"Ah, kid, you have no idea what you've just said." I rumbled in excitement. "See you next weekend."

"See ya."

I shut my door, exhaling hard. Something to look forward to for sure.

But god damn it I was too excited. Too invested. Wanted more of him. Needed more of him.

And that probably wouldn't end well for me at all.