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It wasn't a common occurrence that Trish decided to go with Kyra on a morning jog, but she did like to get out with her lover every so often, just to try and keep her body in tight, tip-top shape.

She wasn't quite the athlete that Kyra was, but she did her best to keep up as she jogged along with her favorite husky.

As much as the temptation was strong for the two of them to sneak off and do something while they were out on the path, they had a third party with them that would have made for quite an awkward departure, and they didn't relish in the idea of being rude to their guest, even if there was greater pleasure to be had in jogging alone.

"If you don't mind my saying," the cheetah cut in, "You two...you're both really pretty. You could have any guy you wanted, if you just said the word...so...why Gavin?"

Trish perked an ear. "What do you mean?"

"He's a cute guy and all, but he's a bit timid and kind of a nerd...you two could take your pick of the biggest, hottest guys that run down this path and have them begging for seconds by the evening!"

This time, it was Kyra that replied, starting with an easy giggle. "We've had plenty of guys like that before," she explained. "And they're nice for certain things, but when you get a little older and start to mature, you realize that there's more to life than what happens in the bedroom...you start wanting a guy who can make you happy in every room of the house."

"Without his dick?"

"Naturally, though he's welcome to do that too, if he wants."

"Sounds like the two of you really spoil him. I wonder if he knows how good he has it?"

"Oh...I think he knows very well," Trish admitted. "But he isn't the only one being spoiled, at the end of the day."

"And just what do you mean by that, Trish? Your tail is starting to curl..."

"I'm not sure if I'm ready to give away all the details, but...let's just say that Gavin knows how to make any girl in the world feel spoiled...and we're the lucky ones, when it comes right down to it."

**

Picking up Trish from the airport was the last thing that Gavin had to do for the workday, but after the day that he'd been through, just putting his foot against the gas pedal felt like a herculean effort.

Even getting to his car was a long and tiresome struggle, after juggling clients and meetings to get through one of the longest conferences of the year.

"Trish doesn't know how lucky she is to have been in another part of the country for this one," he muttered, leaving the office with a smile on his face, but only by the virtue of finally getting away from the building. "If I even see another client, I think I'm gonna lose my mind..."

Gavin's timid nature made him a little less than fond of talking to strangers, but he was so kind and polite that the higher-ups were constantly funneling new customers to him, thinking that his friendly demeanor was the first step to a successful sales pitch; they were right, generally, but that took a toll on the vulpine, after going through the same routine for the span of an eight hour day.

The airport wasn't terribly far, but he could already feel his paws shaking on the steering wheel as he finally got back into his car and plugged in the directions on the GPS.

"Still...just getting to see her again will be awfully nice..."

There were few things that motivated Gavin to keep going through a difficult workday, and at the end of it, the idea of getting to collapse face down on the couch was just enough to keep him awake on the drive, but he needed a little extra energy for the occasion of picking Trish up. He wanted to be alert when she got to the car, and he knew she appreciated that he actually listened to her words when she spoke, rather than nodding and smiling.

The kind of effort that his boss thought he was giving to the customers, he was actually saving for his lovers...but it worked out just fine on both ends, keeping him gainfully employed and happily entrenched in the middle of his two lovers.

Inbound flights were slower on a Friday evening, making for an easier time for Gavin to find a space in the arrivals loop. Trish was already standing there waiting, and immediately, the fox felt a hint of guilt at having been even a few minutes late to pick her up.

Judging by the brilliant smile on her face, he had nothing to apologize for...but she could still see an apology waiting on his lips when she stepped into the car and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Don't even think about it, love...I've only been out here for a minute or two," she assured him. "Let's just get ourselves home so we can get to relaxing, okay?"

Her own week was plenty busy, even if she was lucky enough to dodge the conference at the main office. She didn't take for granted how exhausting it must have been when she saw the bags starting to form under Gavin's eyes, but she knew that he liked to keep work at work, rather than taking that misery home with him.

She was able to easily respect his wishes while keeping a reassuring paw on his thigh, occasionally drifting it over the covered bulge of his member to put his thoughts in a better place.

"It means a lot that you still come to pick me up after a day like that," she whispered, enjoying the peace and quiet of their car ride home. "I know this one wasn't easy for you..."

"Couldn't have been easy for you, either. I'm sure you're feeling jetlagged."

"I'm actually feeling a lot better, just to be back with you," she admitted. "I just hope that you're okay...you've certainly earned the long weekend that you've got ahead of you."

Gavin shook his head. "I haven't earned anything just yet, darling. I've still got a lot of things to do before I get a chance to relax."

Once he warmed up to the girls and became comfortable with Timo's presence, Gavin didn't waste any time in shifting back to the workaholic fox that he was before he met them, but with less of a grating and divisive edge. He was happier those days, and when he spent so much time sandwiched between Trish and Kyra, it was easy to understand why that was the case.

He was also busy from sunrise to sunset, and sometimes, for a few hours thereafter: his weekends were downright essential to keeping him fresh and ready to face the week.

"You know, you are allowed to take a break here and there between doing things," she reminded him. "In fact, if you want, you can take a break when you get home and just sit on the couch...maybe I could rub your back for you?"

As much as that was an enticing idea for him, Gavin could see dark clouds gathering up above, and only moments later, the first raindrops were falling on the windshield, thick and heavy with their weight.

"...Kyra rode her motorcycle to work today, didn't she?"

Trish did her best to smile, but there was a hint of a frown in her expression as they pulled up to their house. "That offer for the backrub is still on the table when you get home with her, okay?"

Gavin took just enough time to park the car and use his jacket to cover Trish up, stealing a quick kiss from her before he was back on the road again.

**

Kyra didn't work terribly far away from home, but she always took the long way into work, and the even longer way home when she rode her bike.

She loved the open road, the curves of the country, and the way that her motorcycle was always perfectly tuned, doing whatever she needed it to do with just a delicate twist of the throttle.

In that kind of a storm, however, the last thing she, or anyone else wanted to do, was speed through the curves on a mountainside.

Seeing the rain as she finished up her shift and stood by the edge of the door, Kyra was delighted when a set of headlights flashed at her, alerting her to the presence of Gavin's car.

"You know, every time I think you can't get any sweeter, you come up with another way to sweeten the pot!" Kyra jumped right into the car, rushing through the rain to try and keep the seats clean. "You didn't even think to call before coming over!"

"This storm is gonna last all night," Gavin explained. "I thought Trish was going to call you for me, but I didn't want you getting stuck in this...you could have gotten hurt if I waited."

He was a bit of a worrywart, and the girls weren't afraid to tease him about that fact, but they were just as glad that he was so cautious: his caring nature meant that he was always there to take care of them when they needed it, along with a little something extra for them when they weren't expecting it.

"I think I would have been okay," she teased, offering him a wink. "But it means a lot to me that you would take time out of your Friday to come check on me...what did I ever do to get so lucky?"

"Lucky how? It started raining on your motorcycle..."

"I've got a cover for it," Kyra mentioned. "I meant lucky to have a guy as sweet as you in my life, Gavin."

He was flustered to hear it, but things between the fox and the rest of the pack had only gotten better since they reconciled their differences with Timo.

Such a compliment would have left him withdrawn at the start, but in that moment, he was able to offer a tired smile in return, letting the husky know just how much he appreciated her gratitude.

"I'd still say that I'm the lucky one," Gavin countered, "But it means a lot to me to hear you say that."

Kyra's tail was flickering against the seat as they made their way back to the house, but before they were even out of the parking lot, Gavin's ears perked to the sound of something familiar.

"...You haven't had much to eat today, have you?"

**

As Kyra was busy toweling off and Trish was catching up on her notes from the day, an already tired Gavin was hustling in the kitchen, putting together a dinner that was simple enough, but there was still work to be had in making sure the chicken remained tender and juicy; the potatoes couldn't be allowed to burn, either, and for him to manage all of that on his own was no small feat.

That he was still conscious after such a long and draining week was impressive enough, but for him to place a trio of plates on the dinner table and pair each one with a fork and a napkin was the kind of service that the girls would have expected from a butler, rather than their lover.

"Service with a smile," Trish joked, as she bounded up from the couch, capturing Gavin in her arms and planting a warm, affectionate kiss on his lips. "And it's the kind that I'd normally have to pay for!"

"You paid plenty when you boarded that plane earlier this week," Gavin suggested. "You deserve to come home and relax a little bit after a week like that."

Kyra snuck up behind him once his arms were empty and hugged him from behind, sandwiching him just enough that the weight of their close, warm bodies kept her towel from falling. "And what about you, darling? Have you relaxed at all today...?"

Gavin did his best to smile, but the weight of the week was hanging on him a bit too much to be ignored any longer.

The girls were keeping his spirits up, but they could see the soft, reddish-pink in the whites of his eyes, knowing that they were just delaying the inevitable collapse.

"Maybe for...a few minutes?" he said, actually having to think about his answer before he leaned back into Kyra. The girls were happy to sandwich him for a moment and pepper him with kisses from either side, but as they left him a sleepy, giggling mess, their stomachs got the better of them, enticed by the delicious aromas coming from their homecooked meal.

"You really need to relax more than that," Trish encouraged him. "And you really need to give yourself more credit for the work you do, too."

"What work?"

"...You literally picked both of us up from work, came home and made us a meal fit for a pair of queens," Kyra muttered. "Which, you know...we are queens, but our king needs a little time to unwind in his castle when he isn't running it."

The girls took their seats after a final kiss and got right to work on the juicy, fork-tender chicken that they'd been offered. Gavin nearly collapsed into his chair, and after just a couple bites of the delightful meal he'd prepared, he was fighting off sleep once more...so much that he couldn't take another bite.

It was endearing to see him work himself so hard in a good cause, but the girls needed to have a talk with him about the way that he was wearing himself down and burning himself out, before he took things too far.

"Oh, s...shit. I forgot to iron your clothes again, didn't I?"

The girls did plenty around the house and helped out their fair share, but to show his appreciation, Gavin was working himself down to the bone, picking up extra chores and doing things he didn't need to do in between.

He stood up to head to the bedroom, with half of his meal still untouched...but he'd never make it to the ironing board, as his eyes focused on the bed instead. Seconds later, his body met with it, and finally, the young fox remembered just how important it was to get a little rest and take care of his mind, as well.

He didn't even realize that the girls were guiding him and following him until they started unbuttoning his dress shirt and tugging down at his slacks, knowing he'd sleep better without the tight, restrictive clothing binding his body.

"You...y-you two don't have to do that for me," he claimed, trying to move his arms down to take care of his own pants, but the girls had much more cognizance than he did: they kept his arms at his sides, at least until they needed to pull them over his head to slip his shirt away. "Really, it's not-

Laying down in front of him, Trish silenced him with a kiss, and that alone almost put him to sleep in her arms.

"_Shh..._that's enough, love. You really need to learn to take a break and let someone take care of you for once," she told him, her tone sweet enough to be soothing, but demanding enough to finally take the drive out of the fox. "And you've got two someone's that are ready and eager to help you feel a little better."

Kyra climbed into the bed and hugged him from behind, having ditched her towel in the hallway. The warm, comforting press of her body against his back nearly lulled him over that edge and put him to sleep, but he couldn't quite find a way to get there when his body was reminding him that a pair of warm, naked women were cuddling him from both sides.

It was subtle, but the tip of his cock was just starting to emerge from his sheath, proving that he still had a little something more to give.

"...You know, we're trying to encourage you to get some sleep," Kyra pointed out, seeing the tip of his warm, pulsing member over his shoulder. He was hardly awake enough to put that flesh to any use, but she couldn't take her eyes off of it as it continued moving closer to Trish, nearing the part in her warm, tender folds. "I don't think that's really gonna help the cause too much..."

"I don't think he even knows what he's doing at this point," Trish suggested. She could see Gavin trying to protest about taking up too much of the bed, but another kiss silenced his complaints and kept him silent, too dazed to do anything more than lay in place and rumble blissfully at the pair of girls that cradled him in. "But...maybe he knows just enough to know he'll enjoy this."

Her legs parted just enough for her to guide the weakly throbbing tip into her passage, and scooting a little closer, she let Gavin fall asleep while his cock was still twitching within her bodice.

The warm, slick moisture of her womanhood kept her lover feeling a state of bliss that permeated even the greatest sense of exhaustion; Gavin didn't even know that he was smiling wide as he pressed his chin in against Trish's cleavage. His lips settled against the star drawn into the top of her chest, pressing a series of tired, easy kisses into her fur and leaving her to giggle at his adorable antics.

She didn't want to giggle too loudly, knowing that she'd stir the lucky fox awake...but the girls made it clear how enamored they were with the exhausted vulpine.

"We need to make sure he knows how much we appreciate everything he does when he wakes up," Kyra thought aloud. "You know...when he's actually awake enough to enjoy himself."

"By wearing him out tomorrow?"

Kyra grinned. "In a way that he'll enjoy, of course..."