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The wolf rolled through the day's events in his head again, corners of his mouth quirking up at each pleasant little sensation. The early breakfast, with his dear ocelot grumbling and tottering along in that cute way about getting up nearly before the sun; the ride out to the edge of town, the visit to the park with the lovely water features and nature trail; then back in, energized and refreshed, to visit the mall and the other shops; then on and on and on, eventually culminating in a pleasant, quiet meal shared out on a balcony overlooking the city.

He turned his head to peer across the skyline visible through the hotel window here, much the same yet from a different angle, a different elevation, a different time of day. Over at the other side of the room the door to the bathroom opened, washing the dim space in the pale glow of the light; then a moment later out stepped that familiar lithe feline form, not so much dripping with water as just damp, the spots and specks and rosettes and clouds adorning his body foggy and distorted beneath the touch.

The wolf smiled as he looked at him, eyes now running up and down his bare form. Closeness and affection stirred so strongly between the two of them after so much time together; he pulled himself up a bit, also fully nude, and propped himself up on his elbows as the cat rubbed himself down with his towel once more and then stepped over to him.

Something was on his mind. The wolf could tell this by the weight in his sheath, the little point of barbed flesh that poked out, and the way he looked at him as he approached.

"Still got some energy in you?"

The wolf licked his lips and straightened up a little further. "I might. Depends who's asking."

"What if it's me?"

"Always for you, kitten." Already he was moving further, lifting one leg up onto the couch, halfway turning himself to allow a better angle. The ocelot smoothly, sweetly followed, lowering himself down to his knees and wrapping his arms beneath his partner's leg to pull him out further, so that in another few seconds he could slip his nose slowly, gently up along the lupine's plump sack, in between his hanging balls and then up further along the side of his sheath.

There he focused for a while, nosing and nuzzling at the soft, warm skin, coaxing out the firm heat within. The wolf rolled his head onto the back of the couch with a sigh on his lips, hips reflexively starting to thrust, to churn, to twitch up against the feline's attention, smearing his freshly-washed fur in the subtle dampness of his own musk and scent. Before long the cat had altered his course, now dragging his tongue along the revealed underside of the wolf's length and bringing it out further, and further, and further, until the bulge of his still unswollen knot twitched and pulsed there beneath the lips of his sheath. Then he went on even more, closing his lips around the tapered tip, swirling around, diving down; he settled into place where he knelt, other paw drifting down between his own legs to attend to himself as well.

What a wonderful end to a wonderful day. The wolf rubbed his partner's ears, at the same time coaxing him down a little further, and rested his head back across his other arm. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth hung open, his breath rippled in his chest; he panted, and sighed, and moaned gently, and pushed up into that delightful mouth, and - opened his eyes and looked down as the ocelot drew back, now wiping his mouth off on the back of his paw. A brief question flickered across the wolf's muzzle, there and then gone just as quickly when the feline rose to his footpaws and crossed the room towards the great window overlooking the rest of the city.

Then, fur still damp, his own arousal twitching fully erect between his legs, he braced himself against the glass, spread his legs, and angled his rump out. A quick, smoldering look over his shoulder was the final piece that yanked the wolf up as well, unable to resist the invitation. He came forward, leaned over his partner, deliberately rubbed his saliva-slickened length up beneath the base of that tail, and with his paws on the ocelot's waist growled into his ear in the way he knew he loved. Then a little bit of adjustment, a brief pause to make sure he was lined up, a shift from his paws to bring his thumbs in towards that sweet, wrinkled pucker, a little squeeze, tug, and spread, and...

And both of their heads tilted back this time with the sensation of pressure as he started to sink in, slowly, carefully. Delicious wet heat wrapped around his length and pressed back, squeezing over the contours of his length; as he sank in further he let his arm drape down around his partner's chest, feeling the warmth of his body and pace of his breath and heartbeat, holding him back against him, driving himself deeper.

Then that tailhole pressed against the lip of his sheath; he pushed a little bit further, felt the strain and stretch, hilted himself deep, and held there for a moment. Both of them let out a little sigh of breath. The ocelot lifted his head, swallowed, giggled softly, and started to work himself slowly forward and back, with the wolf picking up the rhythm a moment later. Then before long his paws had returned to the feline's hips, holding him in place while he thrust fervently forward and back, heavy balls swinging underneath him, hips slapping against the cat's rump, feline tail wrapping back around them. One paw remained at his chest while the other moved down to squeeze and rub at his hard length, twitching and dripping with each thrust.

Minutes disappeared beneath sweet, indulgent pleasure, and then - in a little while longer the wolf growled again, this time naturally instead of deliberately. He gritted his teeth, swallowed, sucked in a breath through his nose, pounded forward, and doubled over the ocelot as his finish pounded through him, pumping deep up underneath his tail. Still his paw moved fast and hard, the feline's muscles clenching sweetly around him as well, until shortly after he, too, bucked and jerked and shuddered, the quiet _ping_ing of his own spurts spattering out across the glass ringing beneath their shared panting.

The two remained entwined for a while longer, each panting, shivering with remnant pleasure. The wolf leaned in, shuddered as the ocelot squeezed around him, and lapped at his cheek.

"Wanna do anything tomorrow?"

The feline purred and nuzzled back against him. "I'd be okay with staying inside."

"Funny enough, so would I."