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Harry cleaned up the kitchen, then shut himself up in his room. An hour later, terrified, shaking, sick to his stomach, and seriously wondering if there was something wrong with his mental health, Harry opened his door and stepped out into the hall, his high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Squaring his shoulders and fluffing his tail, he took a bracing breath, the heady scents of jasmine and sandalwood surrounding him, and marched down the hall to Ethan's room. Before he could talk himself out of this suicide mission, he raised his paw and knocked on the door.

"C'mon in," Ethan said after a moment.

Harry took a trembling breath, opened the door, and stepped into the bedroom.

"Does this jog your memory?" he asked, his voice low and sultry, dressed to the nines in his blue silk and black lace. Ethan was stretched out on his bed, holding his cell phone, and his jaw literally dropped open as he stared at Harry. For a long, tense moment, no one said anything, then a small, hollow voice issued from the phone.

"Ethan? Ethan, are you there?" asked a female voice. "Sweetie, I think the screen froze."

"Damn technology," said a gruff, male voice.

Ethan quickly slapped the phone face down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" he whispered at Harry.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone. I thought this was what you wanted."

"Well...yeah," Ethan said, his ears turning red again, "but not while I'm talking to my folks. Just hang on a second." He motioned for Harry to be quiet, took a steadying breath, and turned his phone back over.

"--he hang up?" Ethan's mother was saying. "Should we call back--Oh, there you are, sweetie! What happened?"

"I think the call cut out," Ethan said. "Probably the storm. I should let you go, my roommate needs help with something. I'll call you tomorrow, love you, bye!"

"Love you, too, son!" his mother said before he hung up. Ethan put the phone on his nightstand, took a couple of slow, deep breaths, and then looked over at Harry.

"What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?"

"I'm_sorry_," Harry said. "I guess I wasn't thinking. And I didn't know you'd_still_ be on the phone."

"I had trouble getting through at first," Ethan said, slowly climbing off the bed and taking a hesitant step toward Harry, his startling blue gaze filled with a ravenous hunger, like he hadn't eaten in weeks and Harry was the last carrot in the garden. It was a little frightening, actually.

"So...what now?" Harry asked.

"You don't know?"

"I hadn't planned any farther than opening the door, to be honest."

"Well, what do you want to happen?" Ethan asked. "I'm not going to push you into anything. You came to me, remember?"

"I know," Harry said, his big ears drooping. "Maybe that was a mistake."

"Why?"

"Because," Harry said, trying to think of a reason. "We're roommates, and if things don't work out, it'll make it awkward to live together."

"Like today wasn't completely awkward?" Ethan said. "We survived. And besides, if you avoid doing things because it might turn out badly, you'll spend your whole life not doing anything." He took another step across the room. "C'mon, Harry, take a chance. I want you, and since you're here, I assume that means you want me, too. Or am I wrong?"

"No, you're not wrong," Harry said, closing his eyes. "I've been attracted to you from the first moment I saw you." A touch on his paw made him jump, and he looked up to find Ethan towering over him, a gentle smile on his ruggedly handsome face.

"Same, although I'm pretty sure I saw you before you saw me."

"For all of thirty seconds," Harry said with a laugh that died away as Ethan leaned down and kissed him.

Harry had done his fair share of kissing over the years, with guys and girls, but he had never experienced anything that compared to this. It was magic, it was fireworks, it was a summer thunderstorm in the desert, making his fur stand on end and his ears quiver. He felt weak in the knees and light-headed, something he thought only happened in silly romance novels. When Ethan finally drew back, Harry was left gasping, his heart racing, and he had to grab Ethan's arm to steady himself.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked, grinning at him, smears of Harry's blue lipstick on his lips.

'Yeah, I'm fine," Harry breathed. "That was amazing."

"Thanks." The buck's grin grew wider. "You're pretty amazing yourself." His gaze moved slowly down Harry's body, lingering on the bulge in the front of his silk panties before rising up. He looked deep into Harry's eyes. "You're so beautiful."

Harry blushed and looked away. "Do you really mean that?"

"Is it so hard to believe?" Ethan asked, reaching up and stroking Harry's cheek. "Don't you think you're beautiful?"

"I-I guess--yes, but...I'm also a freak."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "In high school, I knew this guy who only dated freaky girls. He said they're let him do things to them that good girls wouldn't do."

"And now you want to be a good girl?" Ethan said, leaning down like he was going to kiss Harry again. Harry jerked away.

"I am_not_ a girl!" he snarled, fur bristling and ears flat against his skull.

Ethan reeled back like he'd been slapped.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was just teasing. I don't think you're a girl."

Harry's explosive rage withered and vanished in an instant, leaving him shaking and feeling very stupid.

"No,I'm sorry," Harry said. "I shouldn't have snarled at you. Clearly, I have a lot of insecurities about this." He gestured to his attire. "Maybe we should just forget this while we can still be friends."

"Sorry to have to tell you, but there isn't enough alcohol on the planet to make me forget_this_," Ethan said, running his hoof over Harry's silk-covered chest. "God, that feels so nice."

"Mmm-hmm," Harry agreed, trembling inside as his body responded to Ethan's touch. The buck kissed him again, drawing Harry's lithe form up against his broad, solid body, his hooves wandering up and down Harry's back, then lower, almost hesitantly gripping Harry's ass.

"Is this okay?" Ethan asked between kisses.

"Yeah, but..." Harry was finding it hard to concentrate on what he was trying to say. "Over there would be better." He motioned toward the bed.

"Are you sure?" Ethan asked. "It's fine if you want to wait."

"Wait for what? Christmas?" Harry asked with a laugh, planting both paws in the middle of Ethan's chest and pushing him backward toward the bed. "I don't think so. You interrupted my special 'me' time this morning, so now you get to make it up to me."

"Is that so?" Ethan grinned at him, then scooped Harry up into his arms, turned, and tossed him down on the bed. Harry giggled as he bounced on the mattress, one of his shoes sliding off. "Oops, we don't want to lose those," Ethan said, picking up the escaped heel and slipping the other off Harry's footpaw. He set them on the floor at the end of the bed, and then began to crawl up Harry's body, pausing to touch and stroke his sleek, silk-clad calves, to kiss his thighs, to nuzzle his full balls and plump sheath, his hard cock straining to emerge, a damp, musky spot appearing on the front of his panties.

"I love that smell," Ethan murmured into Harry's silky white belly fur, pushing up the bottom edge of his camisole. Harry squirmed, fighting not to giggle as Ethan's breath tickled through his fur.

"Get on with it, you big tease," he said. "Get up here and kiss me." He grabbed Ethan by the antlers and acted like he was going to haul the big buck up there by force.

"Careful," Ethan said, chuckling as he scooted up to lie beside Harry. "Another month or so, and you might pull those right off."

"Eek, sorry," Harry said, quickly letting go. "I always forget that bucks do that in the winter."

"No worries," Ethan said, and captured Harry's lips in another deep and magical kiss. They made out for a while, tongues tangling, hips grinding, Harry's paws working up under Ethan's T-shirt as they moaned and groaned and gasped. Ethan slid a hoof down inside Harry's panties, gripping and kneading the soft mound of his butt cheek, and Harry broke away from the kiss, panting as he looked up at the buck.

"Do you have lube?" he asked, his ears heating up.

Ethan chuckled. "Do I have lube? What kind of a question is that?" He reached over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, which was full of single-use tubes of personal lubricant. He grabbed one and set it in the middle of Harry's chest. "Now, the real question--top or bottom?"

"I get a choice?" Harry teased. Because he was on the small side for a guy, most of his male lovers had just assumed he would bottom, and while he loved taking a hard cock in the ass, it was nice to be asked.

"With me, always," Ethan said, stealing his breath away with another long, slow kiss that made his head spin.

"Man, you are something else," Harry panted. "Now take off your shirt and gimme that cock."

Ethan didn't have to be told twice. He sat up, stripping off his T-shirt while Harry slid his panties down and tossed them off the bed. Freed from the restrictive silk, his cock slipped from from his sheath, slick and slender, a deep, dark pink, firm and throbbing with need. After Ethan got his shirt off over his antlers, he gave Harry a wicked smirk, then leaned down and took Harry's cock into his mouth.

"Oh, my!" Harry gasped, his back arching, his black silk stockings whispering over the bedspread as his legs shifted helplessly. As good as he was at kissing, Ethan was better at cocksucking. His tongue seemed to know just where to stroke, where to lick, coaxing the full length of Harry's shaft out of his sheath, down to his bulbous knot. That muscular tongue lapped against that sensitive mass of tissue, making Harry mewl with pleasure. "Oh, you're gonna make me cum," Harry moaned.

With a noisy slurp, Ethan drew back, licking Harry's musky precum from his lips.

"Not just yet," he said, picking up the lube and cracking the safety seal. Harry tried to hold still as Ethan prepared him, but his body was electrified, every touch making him squirm and moan. Ethan chuckled. "Would you be offended if I compared you to a vixen in heat, you needy little thing?"

"Wouldn't be the first time someone did," Harry panted. "I can get pretty loud. Sorry."

"Don't you dare apologize," Ethan said, giving his straining cock another long, slow lick. "Although that could get awkward once the guys get home from their vacations."

"You mean, this isn't just a fling?"

Ethan glanced up at him, his ears swiveling backward. "Is that what you want? A fling?"

"No, I was just making sure," Harry said. "And that is getting really annoying, you know."

"What is?"

"Answering every question with another question."

"Do I do that?"

"You're doing it now!"

"Am I?" Ethan teased, leaning back on the bed and working his boxers off, the soft fur on his belly and groin as white as snow. Feeling that turnabout was fair play, Harry reached out, his paw wrapping around Ethan's sheath and encouraging his hard cock to come out and play. It was longer than Harry's, a darker red, and tapered all the way to the base, which was almost as thick as Harry's knot. With a smirk, Harry flicked his dainty pink tongue against the tip of Ethan's cock, savoring his wild, musky flavor.

"Damn, you are so sexy," Ethan said, his voice low and rough, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure up Harry's spine. He lay back on the bed, legs spread in silent invitation. He reached up, grabbing the headboard as Ethan moved between his thighs, lifting Harry's legs and wrapping them around his waist. Taking a deep breath, Harry concentrated on relaxing that tight pucker, though his body clenched instinctively when it felt the hot tip of Ethan's cock press against the ring of muscle.

"You ready? You sure?" Ethan asked. Harry nodded, moaning helplessly as Ethan pushed inside, slowly sinking inch after rock hard inch into Harry's quivering passage. "Oh, yeah...oh, yeah," Ethan panted, rocking his hips and sinking in to the hilt, the furry rim of his sheath pressing against Harry's hole. "Oh, fuck, you're tight."

"I've never had anyone so deep inside me," Harry said, his claws digging into the wooden headboard.

"Is it too much?"

"It's perfect," Harry gasped. "Except for one thing."

"What is it?"

"You're not fucking me," Harry said with a laugh. "C'mon, give it to me." The buck snorted with laughter, adjusting his grip on Harry's hips as he slowly withdrew, then eased back in again. "What is this, a square dance with your grandma? I said, give it to me!" Harry demanded, and was rewarded with a forceful thrust that nearly lifted him off the bed. "Yeah, that's it," he encouraged, digging his claws into the wooden headboard.

Any restraint Ethan may have been holding on to crumbled like a sand castle in the desert. His nostrils flared, his breaths growing harsh and ragged as he pounded into Harry's hot and willing body. The sensation of being so full, that long cock touching places where no other guy had reached, was a sensual thrill of it's own, and Harry couldn't hold back the primal noises that escaped his muzzle, the sweet song of a sultry desert night, the cry of a fennec in the throes of passion.

Harry could feel his climax building, heat gathering in his groin, pressure in his balls that he couldn't resist, his throbbing cock dribbling precum on his belly, and he managed to pull his claws free of the headboard long enough to raise the bottom of his camisole out of the way. Semen stains were hard to get out of silk.

"Oh, fuck, Harry," Ethan gasped, his thrusts growing quick and urgent. "You gorgeous little fox, you're gonna make me cum."

"Yes, yes...fill me," Harry panted, wrapping a paw around his own shaft and pumping it hard as Ethan began to grunt, low and guttural, before throwing back his head and letting out a piercing whistle. Harry gasped as the cock inside of him began to spurt, filling his bowels with hot, thick cream. A moment later, his own cock jerked in his grip and he splattered his belly with his own sticky load, waves of pleasure thundering through his body. He shuddered, body bucking as Ethan drove deep inside one last time and held himself there, the length of his cock throbbing as it strained to empty every last drop of cum from the buck's balls.

"Oh, holy shit," Ethan breathed, pulling out as his cock began to soften, sending another shudder of pleasure ghosting through Harry's body. He sank down onto the bed beside Harry, careful to keep his antlers from gouging out Harry's eyes, and they stared up at the ceiling together.

"That was amazing," Harry said. He knew he needed a shower, his wet belly fur getting cold, but the warm haze of the afterglow made his limbs feel weighted, like it was just too much effort to move. "So...what now?"

"How about dinner?" Ethan said. "Let's see, I made breakfast, you did lunch, so it's my turn again. You like Thai food?"

"Love it," Harry said. "You know how to cook Thai food?"

"Hell, no," Ethan said with a chuckle. "Pancakes are just about the limit of my culinary abilities, but there's a great little Thai place on campus, and it should be deserted, with so many people gone for the holidays."

"Oh, so like a...a date?"

"Yeah, is that okay? I thought we could talk, get to know each other better. I mean, there are still a few things I don't know about you."

Harry thought about it for a moment, a grin tugging at the corners of his muzzle.

"Yeah, that would be great."

"Okay, then. Do you think Micah will mind if I use his shower?"

"No, unless he finds out, and then he'll hang your head on his wall," Harry said. He nudged Ethan with his elbow. "You could always shower with me."

"I thought about that," Ethan said, "but we'd never make it to dinner if we did." With a soft groan, he sat up and climbed off the bed, giving Harry quite the view of his toned backside as he bent over and picked up his T-shirt and boxers. Then he picked up Harry's silk panties, raising them to his muzzle and breathing deep. "Do me a favor?" he said, tossing Harry the panties. "Wear those to dinner?"

Harry felt his ears heat up. "I don't know, I've never worn them in public."

"No one will be able to tell," Ethan assured him. "I'm the only one who'll know." He leaned down and nuzzled Harry's cheek before whispering in his ear, "And it'll make me horny as hell the whole time."

"You're already pretty_horny_," Harry said with a giggle, reaching up to touch one of Ethan's antlers.

Ethan snorted and shook his head as he stepped back.

"These are antlers, not horns. I'll explain the difference over dinner," he said with a wink.

"I know the difference--it was a joke," Harry called as Ethan left the room. With a sigh, he sat up and finish taking off his camisole, then gathered up his clothes and headed for his room.