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"Babe, I'm home!", the panther called out into the apartment, firmly shutting the door behind him. The only reply he got was absolute silence.

'Huh,' he thought, 'that's strange... he's always waiting in the living room...'

But sure enough, there was no sign of life in the living room or of his shepsky boyfriend, either lying on the couch watching TV with likely extreme boredom, or sitting near the window with a book in hand.

Vincent couldn't clearly remember a time when Derek hadn't been there to greet him when he came home, ever since they moved in together. The only exceptions were when the shepsky had been working late, but his boyfriend hadn't done overtime in quite a while now, and Vincent didn't see any reason why he'd start now.

"Derek?", he called out, still completely perplexed as to where his boyfriend had gotten to.

Again, only silence seemed to be his answer.

He could only briefly wonder to himself, before shaking his head and embarking on a search around the house.

'Maybe he went to the bathroom...'

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It didn't explain why the lights were all off, though. Vincent got the feeling they hadn't even been turned on in the first place, even if there was no concrete evidence for that. Still, his gut instinct had rarely ever been wrong, especially when it came to Derek.

As it turned out... Vincent didn't need to search for too long for the missing shepsky. The problem was that the panther had found him in a state that he had never thought, never wanted, to ever see him in.

Derek was lying on their bed, curled up in a tight ball, embracing his tail with an almost desperate energy. It wasn't that that had Vincent reeling though. It was the fact his boyfriend was sobbing, had been sobbing for a while, if the hoarseness of his voice was any indication.

Without any hesitation, the panther scrambled over to his shepsky's side, crying out his name as he tried to get Derek to uncurl himself, so he could see just how he was, and, yes, get some answers as to why he had gotten like this in the first place.

Yet again, Vincent was caught by surprise, when the shepsky tried to shuffle away from him, his arms firmly wrapped around each other, tears streaming over virtually inundated cheekfur. The panther couldn't comprehend why he would act in such a way, moving away from him even as he tried to help.

"Derek," he started slowly, quietly, his hand tentatively reaching out, waiting to see if the dog would flinch away again. Thank God, he didn't, letting Vincent rest his hand on his shoulder. That was it, though. He just... let it settle there. There was no visible change from the distraught expression he had, not even leaning into his touch. It was a sight that Vincent wasn't used to at all, and he couldn't help but become similarly distraught as he looked at his boyfriend, his heart clenching painfully in his chest as he tried to understand just what the hell was going on.

"Derek, please," he said to him earnestly, "tell me what's wrong, I want to help you..."

He moved his hand to cup his boyfriend's cheek, moving his thumb to try and wipe away his tears as he spoke, even if it only served to just make his own finger wet.

For several tense moments, the shepsky remained silent, tears still leaking out of his orbs, which did nothing for the concern that was making Vincent's heart rate shoot up considerably.

Then...

"V-Vincent," he gasped hoarsely, "am I... ugly?"

"O-of course not!", the panther cried out in indignation.

Derek flinched at his strident voice, and Vincent immediately regretted it, lowering his voice as he spoke again, "I'm sorry, Derek... but you're NOT ugly, okay? You are-"

"You're just saying that!", Derek bit out suddenly, his voice cracking, "Y-You're only saying that because you're my boyfriend..."

"Derek, that's not true!" Vincent protested, "I mean, I love you for far, _far_more than just your looks, but I know that you're one of the best-looking I've met, and that's worlds away from being ugly." Maybe he was exaggerating a bit with that statement, but not much. He really did see his shepsky as a very beautiful dog, not to mention his sweet personality.

His shepsky only sniffled miserably, his expression making it clear he wasn't buying it.

"Derek," the panther said sternly, "has someone been telling you this... this bullshit?"

More silence... then, "It's just... your body is so much... better than mine, and mine is just... it's pathetic compared to yours."

Looking up at him, into Vincent's eyes, Derek continued, "One of the people I work with... they... made fun of me... my body... they called me weak and useless. Pathetic. Just because I couldn't lift some boxes more than a few metres... And I look at you, and I think 'why would someone like you go for someone like me?' I'm... I'm just so puny compared to you! Why... why would..."

Derek trailed off, his voice replaced with more sobbing and whimpering. Vincent sat there, frozen, as he tried to process what his boyfriend had said.

It was true, Derek was more on the skinny side, maybe twink or even femboy-like, but that was part of the appeal to Vincent. He'd always had a preference for slimmer people, contrasting with his lean yet still noticeably muscled body. He couldn't explain it, but that's how he liked it. Clearly, there were people who weren't so into that sort of thing, and even associated it with a lack of physical strength but Vincent didn't think anyone could try to take it out on someone like Derek, someone who always did his best to make people feel at ease, feel welcome, or at least try to fulfil what they wanted to the best of his abilities. And yet... someone had taken it out on Derek.

Now, the shepsky had come home having a breakdown, clearly suppressed emotions and thoughts now mercilessly eating him alive, turning him into a sobbing mess, someone who now thought he was something that, at least to Vincent, he was not, and never would be. The panther knew he needed to convince Derek, to snap him out of his downward spiral... but how?

Then, an idea clicked in his head. Maybe it wasn't the best overall, but it was the best he could come up with, in the moment.

Vincent looked at his boyfriend for a moment, contemplating just for a split second, before leaning in to press his lips against Derek's.

The canine stiffened in surprise, before reciprocating, giving way to the panther's tongue as it pushed its way into his mouth. The shepsky seemed to be doing it more on instinct rather than actively responding, his tongue moving more sluggishly, less precisely than other times. But Vincent didn't mind. At least it meant some part of Derek was less occupied with his negative thoughts and emotions at the moment.

Breaking off the kiss, the panther leaned in close to the canine's ear and growled, "You say your body isn't anything worth looking at? I'll be the judge of that..."

"W-what are you..."

"I want to see your body." He levelled his eyes with the wide and shocked eyes of the shepsky, continuing huskily, "All of it."

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Before Derek could react, Vincent had run his paws underneath the canine's shirt, spreading his digits all over his torso, slowly rubbing them up and down his abdomen, before moving them up to fondle his chest, paying special attention to his nipples.

The reaction was what he had hoped for; Derek gasped at the sensation, arching his back as if trying to maintain contact with the fingers now teasing his nipples. Meanwhile, Vincent had shifted his mouth to the dog's neck, where he proceeded to lick that sweet spot on his boyfriend's neck that he knew would send him shivering with the sensation.

In no time at all, Derek was now a boneless mass, gasping helplessly at Vincent's touch. Just what the panther needed.

Swiftly, he pulled Derek's shirt over his head, throwing it across the room, before putting his mouth on one of the nipples he'd been playing with, replacing digits with a warm, slick mouth and tongue. The shepsky responded beautifully, moaning out loud for the first time since he'd started.

"V-Vincent...", the shepsky whimpered.

"That's it...", the panther purred sensually, "just... enjoy it."

As Derek was momentarily dazed, Vincent wasted no time in pulling off the rest of their clothes.

In what seemed like mere seconds, the two of them were now completely bare to each other, their most intimate parts now completely exposed for the other to see.

Derek was, of course, completely embarrassed, whining out, "V-Vincent!", as he tried to cover his half-hard cock with his hands. The panther, of course, was having none of it, and promptly grabbed the canine's wrist in one hand before pinning them against the headboard.

"Ah, ah," he told the shepsky in a playfully stern voice, "I said I wanted to see all of your body, didn't I?"

Derek couldn't respond in time before the panther used his one remaining free hand to start stroking his semi-hard cock. The shepsky clearly enjoyed that, if his gasp, then loud moaning was any indication. Vincent couldn't help but smirk to himself.

'Perfect...'

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As he stroked Derek's cock to the wonderful sound of his pleasured moans, the panther took a moment to look down at his partner, lying completely naked under him, sinfully writhing in response to the ministrations he was experiencing, his face flushed deep red and his mouth open in endless pants and moans. In other words...

'Pure perfection...'

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He leaned in again, this time to whisper in his ear...

"Do you realise how much I find your body magnificent? Do you know how crazy you drive me sometimes, when I think of you like this? I can't get enough of you, you know... I don't want anything about you to change... I love every part of you... I love you... just the way you are."

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Derek could only breathlessly whisper his boyfriend's name in response, but the panther could see his eyes becoming less cloudy, less dim. Brighter. More lively. More like the Derek he knew and loved with all his heart.

Vincent decided now was the time; shifting his body slightly, he brought his and Derek's dicks together and began stroking them as if they were one. Both feline and canine threw back their heads and moaned as loudly as they could, the sensations they felt sending them almost to the heavens.

For several, blessed minutes, the couple stayed that way, Vincent running his paw up and down his and Derek's cocks, teasing them, listening to all the sounds his shepsky made, his impassioned moans and whimpers, his low groans, his pleas for more. But Vincent wanted this to last, wanted the canine to know just how much he loved to play with his body like this, just how long he could do this for without losing interest.

Yet, it had to come to an end. The panther could feel his climax quickly building up, and if his boyfriend's quickened and heightened panting wasn't any clue, his breathless warning ("Close, close, I'm getting close-") definitely was.

"Yeah, I'm getting close too," the panther grunted in response. "L-let's do it... together."

No more words were said, instead replaced with steadily rising moaning and panting from the both of them, their breathing building in tempo as their orgasms drew mercilessly near. No more words... except for-

"Vincent,"_Derek cried out, moments before he came, _"I-I love you!"

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Said feline immediately said back to him, "I-I love you too!"

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Those sincere, intimate words were what drove them both over the edge. Panther and shepsky almost simultaneously shot their loads with the loudest cry of all, their shafts sending rope after rope of white seed all over Derek's body, their minds completely overcome by the euphoric haze of orgasm.

Finally, their climaxes subsided, and the two came back down to earth. Vincent wore a pleased look as he surveyed his handiwork; his shepsky's chest and stomach coated in a healthy layering of semen... their semen.

'God, I could look at this forever...'

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He trained his gaze upwards, landing on Derek's face, his eyes looking into his own, his expression rather sheepish.

"Vin..." he said softly.

The panther smiled softly, "Yeah?"

"D-did you mean what you said? That... you love me... just the way I am?"

The trembling in his voice belied his anxiety.

Vincent refused to indulge in it. "Of course, my love."

He cupped his cheek again, the motion serving to reassure him, as the panther continued, "Maybe there are others out there. More muscular, more good-looking (to you, at least). But I fell in love with you. You, who works hard to make people happy, who always tries to be the best he can be. Your body doesn't matter, Derek... what matters... is you.''

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Derek was stock still for a few seconds, his face portraying utmost surprise, his eyes started to become watery again.

Fortunately, however, Vincent wasn't horrified for long, as Derek joyfully cried out, "Oh, Vincent-", before wrapping the panther in an almost bone-crushing embrace, sobbing happily as he did so.

Vincent, however, didn't mind at all. He'd done what he needed to do, and he enjoyed it immensely. He looked fondly at the shepsky, who was now also tearfully nuzzling his chest, and whispered again...

"I love you, Derek... just the way you are."