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"God fucking damn." The wolf strode by in front of the couch, footpaws shuffling along the light carpeted floor as he went. His fur stirred in the breeze from both the ceiling fan overhead put to its highest setting, as well as the tower fan he had dragged in from the other room; his loose tank top and even looser boxers shifted and ruffled as well, tail dragging limp behind it. "It's so hot today."

The coyote sitting there in front of the couch leaned forward a bit, eyes fixed on the front of the wolf's boxers as he went by. Visible there both beneath the thin whitish fabric as well as in the brief flashes through the convenient folded hole in the front, with every step bounced and jiggled the thick, plump mound of flesh that also hung down in the heat, supple black skin of the wolf's spade slick and glistening with dripping sweat. It swung side to side within his boxers, pushing and shifting the loose fabric as it went just like the original heavy sack and plump sheath that one might expect to hang between those legs instead.

"Yeah," Raul responded a bit distantly, watching as the wolf approached, tossed his head back - with the residual movement flowing down through his body and terminating, of course, with that half-hidden spade giving another bounce - and then threw himself down on the couch just beside and behind him. He half-turned his head to follow, trying to get to a position where he could see right up the leg of those boxers. "It really is."

Fuzzy remained there for a moment, limp in every sense of the word with his arms resting at his sides, his head draped over the back of the couch... and, as Raul wiggled himself into the best vantage point, his plump spade halfway resting against the cushion underneath him, weighing down the middle and back of his boxers. It looked as though constant brushing and bumping against the material had partially soaked it through with sweat.

"I'd offer to put on a movie or something," the wolf drawled, "but the TV puts too much draw on the circuits what with the heat, and it keeps on popping. So, you know."

"Yeah..." Raul replied, licking his lips and leaning in a little closer. A gentle paw against Fuzzy's knee coaxed the wolf into spreading his legs a bit further, and with a little bit of readjustment the coyote worked his way between them. "I know."

"So is there anything else you... want to..."

Olive eyes met deeper, richer emerald green as Raul looked up to Fuzzy above him, one arm draped over the wolf's leg. He, too, was panting and sweating with the incessant summer heat that had started to work its way in through the walls of the house and the windows, yet even still the thick, humid warmth emanating from within those slightly damp boxers drew him irresistibly in closer. The coyote licked his lips, swallowed again, and angled his muzzle just enough so that his nose came in line with the space between the fabric and Fuzzy's upper thigh... and then drew in a steady breath of the heavier air that wafted out and down through that spot.

Immediately it sent a shiver down through his back, tainted both with the wolf's natural musk as well as the deeper, richer pungency of his sex. Like taking the lid off a pot of stew that had been simmering all day, letting the steam float by, then nosing in to the rich, humid cloud that hovered above the surface. Once more the coyote opened his eyes, lips parted and nose twitching with the lupine's intoxicating scent, and again he looked up past his smooth belly and chest.

"There is," he answered simply, with a smirk and wink. Fuzzy grinned back at him, then rested easily back against the couch and spread his legs further, offering a free and open invitation. Raul turned himself to face him more fully, licked his lips again, teased those knees further apart, and gave a small tug against Fuzzy's legs to pull his lower body closer to the edge of the couch.

It was quite obvious as soon as he made it there, as that _weight_in his boxers suddenly slipped forward and down, briefly bouncing against itself like a water balloon full of thick pudding instead. The dark flesh held as a palpable shadow beneath the thin, sweat-dampened fabric, and as Raul leaned in to touch his nose to the material it darkened further; he shivered, drew in another breath, and then gradually nuzzled down. A thick, wide bump signified where bare belly gave way to protruding spade, plump and thick and soft yet still with its own firmness beneath; he swallowed yet again, mouth watering, and continued down further, following the lines of flesh and lips through the damp fabric, working his way in against the overlapping folds of the boxers in front.

Already Fuzzy's underwear draped partially open against his sex, a sizeable plump bulge atop the otherwise flat surface between his thighs. Raul slid his nose in through the hole at the front of the wolf's boxers, brushed up against the upper surface of that spade, pushed the fabric to the side... then brought a paw up to cup it from underneath, thick moist flesh resting heavily in his palm and atop his fingers, for it protruded far enough that he could slip them up underneath it, lifting it up and away.

Gently he worked his muzzle in against it, lips pursed to trace across the already slick surface as the damp boxers draped atop his snout, enclosing him in humid scent. The soft flesh squished and molded with the gentle grip from his paw underneath, causing the center of its lips to shift and gently smack apart from one another, giving way from velvet black exterior flesh to richer, glistening pink inside. Thick strands of natural wetness hung down between the inner walls, spreading and parting around the coyote's exploring muzzle; he slid his tongue out to break those strands and draw them in, letting them weigh down his tongue and coat the interior of his muzzle before swallowing them down.

Above and around him Fuzzy twitched and shuddered, the lines of muscles inside his spade clenching appropriately. Raul let his eyes drift open and looked up again, past the folded wrinkles of damp underwear, above the little puff of pubic fur visible from beneath the waistband of his boxers, then along Fuzzy's flat belly - then closed them again as he began to work his muzzle and lips inside of the wolf's sex, those slick walls squeezing, clenching, slurping around him. There he remained a moment before tugging himself free with a wet squelch, but still he wasn't done: he readjusted his position again, swirled his tongue around his now slimy lips, then brought both paws up to work there, one holding the wolf's boxers open while the other reached in to fish his plump spade out and into the warm air.

It actually took both there to work the thick flesh through the hole in the front of the fabric, and once there the edges of it squeezed gently in along the sides, Fuzzy's lips protruding nearly a good two inches away from his body. That heavy meat stirred and shifted with his breathing, panting now both for the heat as well as for his arousal; Raul grinned, squeezed his fingers in along the side as though it were a rich, juicy hamburger, rolled his thumbs towards the rim, and pressed until that pink interior blossomed up against the spreading lips. Then he leaned in, placed a kiss there firm enough that he felt it sucking back against him when he started to retreat - and parted his jaw open to fit his mouth entirely around it.

This sent a palpable shiver up through Fuzzy's lower body, to the point where one of his footpaws kicked gently along Raul's side. The coyote closed his eyes and worked both thumbs at mashing the malleable meat further between his lips, already weighing down his tongue as well as pressing up against the roof of his mouth - and as he suckled along it, tongue settling in between the slick walls, more of that thick, dripping juice oozed out from inside, coating his mouth and mixing with his saliva. It felt like sucking on a huge hunk of raw meat as well, fresh and warm and juicy; he widened his jaw, swallowed around it, swallowed again, and worked himself in and down until his nose pressed first against the folds of the boxers that Fuzzy still wore, then further against that little tuft of pubic fur. Succulent wet flesh stirred and pulsed against his suckling mouth, the wolf above him squirming with the sensation; sweat dribbled down from his forehead and along his arms, heat and strain both pressing in at him. Raul swallowed, then did so again, and again, throat struggling to work against the mass of meat that almost completely occupied his mouth, and pushing back along the thick slime that now coated the interior.

Then, with another heavy, sticky pop he pulled himself free, thick ropes of the stuff hanging between his lips and Fuzzy's. Panting, the wolf let some of the tension dribble out of his body - just as the juice of his arousal rolled and dribbled from between the lips of his spade, now swollen and parted slightly open with twitching arousal, black flesh turning to sweet rich pink inside. Still it stirred and jiggled gently, even more so now with his slightly unsteady breathing, his gentle panting sending little bounces through the sensitive meat hanging out through the front of his boxers, spread around the girth of his sex.

Raul reached up and wiped at his mouth - and drew his paw away with a few more strands of that residual stickiness clinging to his fur. He met the wolf's eyes once more, grinned, then shifted to pull himself up to his footpaws, and in another moment had undone his pants to bring his own twitching hard arousal into the air.

"So what if the TV's off," the coyote drawled, giving himself a good stroke from base to tip. He intentionally smeared that layer around on himself, preemptively coating himself in Fuzzy's arousal. "We can still chill, if you'd like."

The wolf scoffed and rolled his eyes, but still repositioned himself and reached down to spread himself a bit further. "I'm already sweating-"

"I noticed."

"-so we might as well."

"Yeah," Raul replied, and angled himself forward towards that hot, wet flesh. "I guess so, huh?"