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This was one of his favorite parts. Not that he disliked any of the other ones - in fact, just about everything was his favorite part - but there was just something about the impending knowledge, the sticky wet warmth nestling up under his tail, the gradual increase in sense and pressure; the feeling of his partner's shoulders underneath his paws, the faint smile on Ryker's face loaded with anticipation, amusement, appreciation, and affection.

Still Rix could smell him on his lips and breath, too, which just made the whole thing even better. He reached back with a paw, still slick with saliva and pre, and angled the other husky's arousal closer up under the base of his tail, trying to tug his slickened foreskin all the way up over his head before. Ryker's paws settled along his thighs and rubbed gently back and forth while he did so, one of them leaving a palpable trail of sticky slickness through thick fur. That one teased its way in along Rix's lap, fingers once more wrapping around the base of his hard shaft, squeezing there, sliding slowly towards the end, bunching his skin up there as well. The husky couldn't help but gasp and give a little twitch and throb - and he didn't have to look to know that this coaxed out another glob of thick pre, rolling out from the overlapping folds and across Ryker's paw. Hell, he felt it a moment later as the other husky then slid his skin right back and swirled a finger around the rim, spreading that fresh wetness.

Rix shivered at the sensation of Ryker pushing up against his tailhole, then held him there a moment, bit his lip, swallowed, tilted his head back... and slowly, gently started to push himself back and down, willing himself to relax, welcoming the pressure and sensation. Both of them tightened up, then relaxed, then tightened again, a high, sweet sigh puffing out from both huskies at that first entry. He could feel Ryker throb inside of him as he pushed back, the thorough, attentive coating of drool all across his length helping to ease him deeper inside.

Bit by bit he worked himself further down, pausing occasionally to lift back up a half-inch or so, but before long Rix finally let that tension out of his body in another hungry sigh, tilted his head back, and relaxed down against Ryker's lap, the other husky's shaft completely buried inside of him. Heat and pressure swelled from within, strengthening a bit if he leaned back, redoubling when he clenched his muscles and squeezed around him again; the other husky opened his eyes and smiled up at him, one paw running back and forth along one of his thighs while the other continued at his shaft, the pad of his thumb nestled there in the midst of overlapping wrinkles of his foreskin.

Rix liked to imagine that he could feel Ryker's inside of him as well, the sleek, supple hood slipping back and forth with each of his movements. In reality this only became really palpable when he lifted almost all the way up and off of him, weight resting out across the other husky's chest with one paw back underneath his rump again, keeping him inside; he would hold him there and then work himself gently up and down, muscles relaxed so that his rim slid and slurped along Ryker's head, teasing him back and forth like he had just done with his lips a few moments ago. The warmth and wetness continued to spread all out around him, anticipation and eagerness thrumming up within his loins until he could no longer resist, and once more sank all the way down onto him.

This time Ryker's claws dug gently into Rix's fur and held there, the other husky's head tilting back in a rumbling sigh. Rix lifted up and arched his back a bit, tightening his legs in along Ryker's hips, holding himself there for balance while he started to work into a slow, steady rhythm: at first he kept it low and slow, more grinding himself forward and back than anything, and then from there lifted into a fuller, more eager pace, slipping forward as he drew up, pushing back when he sank back down. His paws drifted from Ryker's shoulders, to his chest, to his waist, and then back up again; then one remained there while the other reached back to spread himself, fingers deliberately brushing close to the other husky's sack nestled closely up against him.

Fingers wrapped around then, squeezed, tugged, and Rix again worked himself in place, now squeezing at Ryker's hips for balance as he lifted up and then sank right back down again. He swallowed again, closed his eyes, spread his other paw across his partner's belly, and continued riding at him, his own sack and shaft rhythmically bumping down against the fur there; at one point he reached down and held himself in place, his rhythm causing himself to slip smoothly forward and back within his own foreskin pinned there, the occasional little jet and squirt of slick pre emptying out across white fur. Ryker thrust away at him as well, reciprocating each movement with one of his own as he, too, picked up the rhythm.

Soon Rix braced himself down against the bed, footpaws pushing into the mattress where he held them alongside Ryker's body underneath him. The other husky gritted his teeth and lifted up into him again, faster and harder the closer he came; Rix himself gasped, shuddered, clenched around him again, then steadily tightened further - and between his paw keeping himself pinned to Ryker's belly, the sensation of the other canine thrusting up into him, and the warm, rich scent of his musk still coating his lips and tongue, it didn't take long before he tensed, tightened, and then felt all of that pleasure peaking inside of him, to finally spurt out across Ryker's chest in a few thick, energetic ropes. Two quick sprays back to back followed by a third thicker one, then a fourth squirting off towards his shoulder, then a fifth mostly dribbling out between the folds of his foreskin and slicking everything there - and then in another few seconds Ryker hissed as well, arched his back, and buried himself as deep as he could under the other husky's tail.

Rix leaned forward and now reached back with both paws to spread himself, deliberately pushing back as much as he could. Each throb and spurt he could feel twitching at the rim of his tailhole held in place, and there he remained until Ryker underneath him lurched, grunted, and finally fell back against the bed, those pale white streaks clouding across the smooth blue markings that wrapped his midriff and chest.

Each husky remained where he was, panting, eyes mostly shut, mouth hanging open. Rix wriggled his hips back and forth, sucked in a gasp, twitched again, and let another glob of milky white dribble out across Ryker's already stained belly. The other husky patted gently at his thigh, then reached his paws around to get a double handful of the rump settled firmly into his lap.

"There," Ryker rumbled. "Now have you had enough?"

"Well..." Rix leaned forward, bumped his nose to Ryker's, then tilted his head for a kiss. "I guess we'll find out once you slip out of me, huh?"

He rolled his eyes. "You're gonna drain me dry."

"And is that a bad thing?"

"I guess we'll find out."