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Dating Out

Chapter Five

By Roofles

Corey spent the entire week working, needing the hours to cover what little he could cover when he went out with Maxwell.

Maxwell had refined tastes and that usually translated into costly. He had extremely expensive tastes and Corey wasn't sure what he could, reasonably, afford to get the dog or cover for him when the two went out. Even going out had been Maxwell decision and choices. The canine would pick some of the finest of restaurants, the ones where you needed to wear a suit into!

Corey only had the one brown suit he wore during his grandfather's funeral.

It was very difficult dating someone of a different social class. Trying not to embarrass himself was a feat in itself half the time. Corey felt exhausted after several of the encounters to the point he just flopped onto the sofa and passed out. The feline wasn't made for that kind of stuffy, upkept atmosphere.

Even though last week Corey had invited Maxwell over, the feline was regretting the decision to do so. He needed time to recharge. It was the horny talking, not him! He didn't mean to open that door when the canine knocked. Not wanting the canine to see how he lived.

Felines and cats were known for being clean, picky, and fussy creatures. If you looked in Corey's apartment, all those things went straight out the window. Corey was a messy slob that left his underwear on the back of his sofa. The feline tried to clean up but never did the dishes and the sink was a pile of old food and empty ramen containers.

Corey was just glad he didn't have a roach problem as he opened the door for Maxwell, regretting the second he did.

Corey had been texting Maxwell this past week. The two didn't have the time to see one another and spent any available time they did have texting or calling one another. Corey had to teach Maxwell what facetiming was and whenever they did, the canine would hold the phone too close to his face or forget about it on the counter instead of turning it off after. Corey catching glimpses of the canine walking around his apartment or, once, sitting on the phone with Corey still on the call.

They had a good laugh about that, and Corey even offered an "in person" experience which Maxwell hadn't said no to.

"I brought groceries." Maxwell said the second Corey opened the door. The feline's ears splayed out. "None of that now." The canine bopped the feline on the head with a finger before pushing past and walking into the room as if he owned the place. "You always tell me how you don't have food at your place and then expect me to come over for dinner with nothing to serve? I don't think..." Maxwell voice trailed off as Corey hung up the coat the canine had slipped out of for the feline to take.

They had a system going. Maxwell kept himself as trim and proper as he could in public but when it was just the two of them would begin to relax. He'd take off his gloves, his jacket and even open the front of his shirt. The canine shedding the clothes as if they were a burden.

"What's the problem?" Corey asked walking over to see what the issue was. It was only then that it clicked in his head.

Corey had cleaned up thanks to Maxwell's influence. It was nowhere near clean, though. One sink was full of what Corey referred to as "soaking dishes." The other was filled with used silverware, leaving none for the two of them to use that afternoon. The countertop had lids of ramen on it and each ramen cup, while neatly rinsed out, had been crudely stacked creating the leaning tower of ramen on the counter threatening to follow over at any moment.

The table was covered in old books and models that Corey had been working on. Several of the figurines for the tabletop books were left out to dry, the paint needing extra time to. The paint and brushes and dirty water cup to rinse them off in were left out and that was only the beginning.

The walls were covered in posters that would make his parents ashamed to have given birth to him.

Corey wanted to reach up and pull down "dragon's prince" from the wall. The poster was of a dragon standing over a male, both in the buff, as they looked at each other with such lust filled eyes that Corey's mother would've surely fainted at the sight of the two. Or at the sight of their throbbing members rubbing each other.

Maxwell had put the grocery's on the only free spot on the counter before walking around the room, looking around at everything. The canine's nose wouldn't stop twitching and Corey was already formulating an apology.

"I forgot. I didn't think you were coming over today. I was just letting the dishes soak. There are clean clothes in the drawer. The bedroom isn't as bad. If we just push the stuff onto the floor then we'll have room to..." Corey covered his face with both hands, mrowing softly. It had been the same apologies and excuses he'd given his parents the last time they visited his place. "I'm sorry, Maxwell. You must think I'm a slob."

Maxwell took his shoes off, one at a time. Unbuttoning his vest, he folded it neatly before placing it on top of his shoes. He placed his wallet and pocket watch on top of that before double checking that he'd emptied out every one of his pockets before turning on the feline.

"I-if you want to leave," Corey's large eyes grew even wider as he gave the biggest kitty kat eyes he possibly could. He'd gotten out of trouble more times than he could count because of these kitty kat eyes.

The canine didn't even look at him as he walked over and checked inside one room, then the other.

"This is the bedroom?" Maxwell frowned looking at the small bed. It was covered with old clothes that Corey would, most nights, push aside to sleep on. "Your bed is far smaller than I assumed it would be. That may be an issue. The fault lies on me for assuming such a thing without inquiring about it first."

"Ah. Yes. Sorry. I don't usually sleep in there." Corey fumbled with his fingers. "I'm sorry, Maxwell. I should cancel our plans today and spend it cleaning the place up instead. I didn't even think about it. We've been so close lately I just forgot you aren't Rex or a friend but my... boyfriend."

The Irish wolfhound glanced over at him at that. Looking the British shorthair over. From the moth-eaten shirt he was wearing, to the wrinkled pajama bottoms he had on.

"Let me at least put the food away first." Maxwell said with a voice void of emotion as he walked over to do so. Corey caught the sight of a bulge in the front of the canine's pants and his eyebrow lifted as the canine quickly tossed everything into the empty fridge without even emptying the bag out first.

"Uh, Maxwell?" Corey asked stepping around the corner to check on the canine.

Maxwell turned on him and the feline jumped as he was picked up off the ground the next second and roughly carried into the bedroom. Maxwell kicked the door closed behind them and it shook the doorframe with the force he had used.

"Maxwell, what are you doing?" The feline mrowed as he was tossed onto his back on the bed and, in the next second, a heavily panting bothered canine was on all fours over him in it. Maxwell staring down at him with an open, panting maw in his face. "Maxwell...?"

"You are such a slob." Maxwell swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth. "You are filthy and stinky. You haven't showered again." The canine growled. His fur stood up and the wolfhound shuddered with an low groan. "Your place. This entire apartment stinks of you. You didn't even try to hide how messy it was from me, Corey."

"S-sorry...?" Corey held up his small kitten mittens as if planning on bopping the canine with them defensively.

"Your underwear and socks. They're everywhere. You have a pair in the sink. How did you even..." Maxwell covered his mouth with a hand. His drool trickled through his fingers. "You are such a... you're a feline! How are you like this." And the canine laughed. It was low and deep as he turned his piercing gaze to stare down at the feline he had pinned against the bed. "You drive me insane, Corey."

Corey swallowed.

"It's hard to think straight around you. The way you text and tease me. The way you show pictures of yourself when I'm not around. The way you look at me with those large saucer you call eyes," Maxwell pet the side of the feline's face with the back of one finger. "The taste of you still lingers."

"Excuse me?" Corey eyes widened.

"I want to just..." Maxwell slid a hand underneath the feline's dirty, moth-eaten shirt and pushed it up. "DO things to you. Punish you. Make you clean up. Scrub you down and just." Maxwell leaned closer and his jaws opened. He nipped at the feline's neck scruff. "Devour you..."

On his knees, Maxwell rose up to let Corey watch as he stripped his shirt off. Reaching down with his hands, he grabbed the bottom of it before pulling it up over his muscular, thick bodied frame and tossed it to the side. It hit the wall hard enough for Corey to hear, making the cat jump.

"Corey," the hand Maxwell had used to cover his muzzle, slipped inside his mouth. His teeth brushing against it as he bit down, hard enough to leave indentations in the skin. The feline could see the canine fangs biting into his hand as he tried to hold himself back. "I'm going to have to change our itinerary for the evening." Maxwell hand slid out of his mouth, his arm hanging at his side as he tilted his head the other way to look down at the feline. "I can't resist you any longer. It's become... hard to focus. To work. To get the task at hand done."

The canine crouched down, leaning over the feline on all fours as he placed an arm above Corey's head as Maxwell panted against the side of his face, licking the feline's cheek.

"I think of you all the time. The smell of you. That taste! The taste of you. It lingers in the back of my throat. No matter what I drink or eat after, I can't forget that taste." Maxwell nosed at the feline's face, down over his neck to lick up along Corey's jaw before planting his lips over the feline.

It wasn't gentle. The kiss was rough and passionate. Maxwell's lips pressing deeply against the feline's. Corey could taste Maxwell's drool as the canine held his short muzzle with a strong hand. Those fingers dug into his dense fur and the feline shuddered as he swallowed. Swallowed the drool dripping into his mouth from the hungry beast on all fours above him.

"I want to devour you." Maxwell repeated the word, and it made his eyes half-close as he panted. His chest rising and falling quickly as he got worked up just thinking of it. "All my life. I've been forced to be in someone else's restraints. Laws. Social class. My father's demands. My wife. What was expected of me as a father," Maxwell's hands slid over the front of Corey's body as he looked the feline over hungrily. "Never my own. No one listened to what I wanted. My demands. My needs." He gritted his teeth before huffing out, shaking his head. "No longer..."

Maxwell sat back on his knees, sitting over Corey's legs. The feline could feel the weight of the canine sinking down over them, trapping his legs as Maxwell wiped a hand through his head fur. He was sweating. The canine was damp, perspiring as he looked down at the feline. It smelled of rainwater, but Corey knew it wasn't just that. Steam rose off his fur as Maxwell looked down at him.

"Then there was you." Maxwell swallowed as if still tasting Corey on his lips.

"W-what about me?" Corey asked. This was a new side of Maxwell he was only just learning about. A repressed almost feral side of the canine who had conformed to social norms over the years.

"You allow me to be free of these bonds." Maxwell lifted his wrist as if to look at the shackle society had placed on him there.

"Maxwell..." Corey blushed.

"Are you enjoying this...?" The canine asked, his ears folding back for a second as if worried he'd gone too far. That he'd shown this side of himself too quickly.

"I am." Corey nervously said. "I'm a little scared and very aroused." He glanced down and Maxwell followed his eyes to their groins pressing against each other.

"I just..." Maxwell took a second as he traced a finger down Corey's chest and stomach. "There are days I wish I could have a bachelor pad like this. To be free of these constraints and responsibilities. It's very exhausting. By no means, do I mean to belittle all you have done and gone through, my dear sweet Corey." Maxwell looked up at him at that. "It would be disingenuous to say I didn't enjoy the richer pleasures I have in my life. There are just times," he lifted Corey's shirt up. "I want to break loose. To bite the hand that feeds me and bite through the leash tied around my neck. To break free of it all."

"Maxwell... I didn't even know you felt like this." Corey had been coveting what Maxwell had been born with, unaware of all the things the canine had to endure to get the riches showered in his life.

"They forced me into a marriage not of my choosing. It was not a marriage of love but of convenience." Maxwell swirled a finger around Corey's chubby belly, letting his dull nail part the dense fur of the cat's stomach. "She was a wonderful, incredible woman but there was never a possibility of me ever loving her. We had a child, an heir my father wanted. We did as we were told and were given everything under the sun as if to say, 'good boy,' for following orders."

"Is that why you wanted me, two weeks ago, I mean... to call you a good boy...?" Corey dared to ask.

Maxwell looked up at him before to the side, out the window in the room. It was raining again.

"I want to breed you, Corey." Maxwell suddenly said making the cat's whiskers stand on end. "I want to take you and knot you and hump you until I fill you with my seed. Not because I was ordered to. Not because I hope to achieve a child from you. I want to mate you because it is my own decision and my own choice. No one else's. Would that be alright...?"

"You want to have sex." Corey stated, just to make sure he was on the same page as the canine on top of him was.

"Very much so, yes." Maxwell nodded.

"You want to have butt sex with me." Corey reiterated and Maxwell's tail wagged.

"Yes, Corey. I would be over the moon to copulate our relationship." Maxwell chuckled.

"And... you don't want to use protection." Corey's ears splayed out at that.

"If it is any consolation," Maxwell said. "The last condom I wore, I ended up breaking." Corey's jaw hung open at that. "I feel it would be best if we don't bother with the inconvenience." He chuckled, covering his mouth as he had back in the restaurant. "I am clean, of course. I can go get checked out and show you the paperwork if you wish to put a stopper in this for now and for us to pick it up later in the future. I will not force you to do anything you do not desire to do."

"You are saying that you will stop molesting me and offering me the prospect of sex if I want to get a paper from some doctor, correct?" Corey rational, logical part of his brain was saying this was for the best. The horny side on the other hand was grinding his groin up against the canine sitting on his lap. "Nah, I'm good. Please keep molesting me."

Maxwell smirked at that.

"I had a feeling," he leaned back over the feline as he tugged Corey's shirt up with a finger. "You would say that." And the canine kissed him.

Corey threw his arms around Maxwell's neck and pulled the Irish wolfhound closer. Maxwell needed no more encouragement than that to lay out his body on and over the feline in the bed as the two passionately kissed.

Maxwell was heavy. His body stunk of sweat and rain as he laid out over the feline, squishing the British shorthair against the cheap mattress. The springs protested at the weight. They groaned and Corey did as well. Maxwell was a large dog and it felt good to be under him like this finally.

"Maxwell," Corey breathed.

"My dear sweet Corey," The canine had turned onto his side and pulled Corey up against him. The bed was too small for the two and Maxwell kept the feline close because of it. "You have made me the happiest dog this side of the Atlantic these past several weeks we've been together. You are such a delight that lightens up my life even on the dreariest of days."

"Most guys would say the same thing when their partner says yes to having sex." Corey giggled as the canine nosed him.

"Yes, that may be the case. However, consider that my partner is you. I think they will have to get back in line." Maxwell rested his head on the pillow, staring into the feline's copper eyes.

"I guess...?" Corey faltered. "Why did you choose me? I couldn't have been your first since your marriage ended...?"

"You would be surprised how many people will reject you once they find out you have been married previously." Maxwell explained. "You also could imagine how many of the guys I meet are only after my money. Then there is the age factor to consider..."

"True..." Corey had to admit the thought did cross his mind before he shook it off. The feline always made sure to pay for some things. As much as he financially could. Dating was expensive! The age hadn't bothered him as much as he thought it would but there had been aspects that made their relationship difficult and challenging at times.

But wasn't that any relationship?

"One guy even wanted me to buy them an automobile." Maxwell chuckled but his eyes belayed how hurt he'd been from that.

"Most guys just call them cars these days." Corey bumped his nose against Maxwell's and the Irish wolfhound looked into his copper eyes.

"Yes. Well, most guys will break up with you after you refuse to do so." Maxwell draped an arm over Corey's side, pulling the feline closer until their bodies were grinding against each other. Snuggling while dry humping the other. Maxwell was so tall and lanky, his arms and legs draping over the smaller feline who just pawed at the canine's chest. "Then there was the sex..."

"Uh..." Corey wasn't sure where he was going with this as Maxwell's large hand rubbed down his back and groped his ass. He wasn't gentle and the cat let out a noise as Maxwell squeezed it tightly.

"I do try and follow my upbringing. To resist the urge and temptations, I mean." Maxwell closed his eyes, letting out a satisfactory sigh. "Maybe it is because of my upbringing, or that I am old school, but I don't feel comfortable having sex on the first or second date. A kiss on the third, yes. But it is not something I am open to in the beginning."

"And they, like, what? Dump you?" Corey frowned at that. It hurt to think of Maxwell dumping him. He couldn't imagine dumping the canine.

"A lot of gentleman aren't willing to stick around with an old bag of bones like me if they are not getting something out a relationship. I'm not getting any younger. Age is like a river, Corey. It flows only one way, sadly. They do not have the time or willing to put in the effort without gaining something from me." Maxwell opened his eyes to look into Corey's. "Not you, though. At least, I hope not."

Corey chuckled at that. "Maxwell. I am getting something out of this." He sat up and the canine's ears lifted. "I'm getting you." The cat stuck his tongue out. "And you are getting me. That's kind of the point of a relationship, right? It's not a business transaction."

Maxwell chuckled at that. "Well then, please tell my ex's that. They didn't seem to get the memo."

Corey reached behind him and pulled his shirt off. Before he could toss it aside, Maxwell took it from his hand. The canine bringing it close to sniff. Pressing his nose against it, Maxwell closed his eyes and breathed it in.

"Ah, this entire apartment really does smells of you." Maxwell placed the shirt on the pillow before lying his head on it.

"Should I open a window?" Corey blushed.

"I hope you won't!" Maxwell's tail thumped against the wall. "I always liked the idea of having a chill, bachelor pad like this. A retreat from the monotony of life. If you wish to continue to see me, I would love to visit, often, to yours. I am even willing to cover your rent! Just so I have a place to come to when I need a break, like this."

"I don't think you can have a bachelor pad when your dating someone." Corey thought that over. "Isn't that like the requirement? To be single, to own one?"

Maxwell chuckled, rubbing his face against the shirt on the pillow now. He stretched out, lifting up one of his long legs before letting it flop back down. Corey chuckled at that. He looked like a dog that had finally been given permission to just lay down and relax. Felines never needed such a thing as permission, they just did as they pleased.

"Either way, Corey. I hope you will let me savor these moments of escape when I have the chance to come here to 'chill' with you." The canine face was pressed against the pillow, but his eyes were on Corey.

"I'd like that. Your company has been... a welcome change in my otherwise boring life." Corey laid down next to him and the two pet over the other as they talked. There was no need to rush anymore. They had all evening and night to spend together.

They just laid there, enjoying the others companionship.

"That may be the case, but you are not boring or repetitive, Corey." Maxwell closed his eyes, holding the feline close to his chest. Maxwell was a strong man and Corey felt like a plush pillow being hugged by the canine snuggling up against him. "I could just fall asleep here, like this, with you in my arms..."

Corey glanced down. "Your feet are off the bed, Maxwell."

"That is of little consequence right now." The canine's tail thumped against the wall. "I am far more comfortable here than I have been in most my life. Even if I'll feel it in my back in the morning."

Corey chuckled at that, scooting closer. It had been a long while since he had the chance just to cuddle up with someone. Maxwell chest was firm to the touch and his coarse fur was thick and full. The feline could get used to this. On that note, Corey felt the need to bring up.

"I checked out the app the other day..." The feline admitted.

"Oh?" Maxwell cracked an eye open to look at the feline. "And? Did you find any interesting prospects...?"

"Plenty." Corey chuckled against the canine's chest. "It's just, strange..."

"Strange how?" Maxwell's ears perked up.

"Like. Normally. I would have been fine flipping through their pics and, like, message a few of them? I just... it was strange." Corey muttered now. "I couldn't bring myself to. It felt.. it felt like I was cheating on you if I even looked at their pictures. To even look at other guys, like that..."

Maxwell let out a content sigh, grumbling a bit.

"Would you like it, if I sent you pictures of me, then?" Maxwell offered and the feline blushed.

"Would that... would that be alright? I mean if you want to..." Corey could smell Maxwell's musky scent wafting off his chest. His thick pelt of dark gray fur was coarse and rougher to the touch than Corey's soft dense fur was, but it wasn't unpleasant as Corey ran his fingers through it.

"I think, if my partner wishes for me to, I could manage a few pictures here or there." Maxwell wrapped an arm underneath Corey and pulled him up and over the canine's chest. Allowing the feline to use Maxwell as a bed as the canine laid on his back looking up at the ceiling. "If you delete that app from your phone, I will consider it."

Corey blushed hotly.

"If. If you feel the need to redownload that application onto your cellular device, you should text me instead." Maxwell thought it over. "I must be a very poor partner if you feel the need to look at that while we are together... I hope I have not bored you."

Corey closed his eyes, pressing his face against Maxwell's chest. The canine growled softly as he tightened his grip around the feline.

"Yes. I will have to try harder then so you do not feel such a need to check it. Even when bored. Things are very different nowadays than they were back in my prime." Maxwell closed his eyes, petting Corey's back. "It is difficult to adapt to the times."

"Not everyone has to like the theater!" Corey laughed, teasing the canine about what the two had done that week together.

"I'm just glad you agreed to see the play with me." Maxwell chuckled. "I just wish you hadn't fallen asleep near the end."

"You could have woken me up." Corey frowned. "It was three and a half hours long!" He grumbled. "I had just worked the previous day. I was tired as it was and... and the theater was warm and you were there. What was a cat to do?"

"You know it is illegal to wake a sleeping cat from their cat naps." Maxwell nosed him. The canine took a deep breath of the feline before groaning out. "Delicious..." He muttered, squeezing him tighter. "Besides, you were so cute, and you were such a silent sleeper I didn't realize it until near the end."

"I watched most of it. I just had a long week at work..." Corey meowed softly and got licked on the cheek for it.

"Even still, I am glad you agreed to see it." Maxwell wagged.

"It wasn't that big of a deal..." Corey mumbled, blushing again.

"You did not whine during the play or complain after. You agreed to see something you told me you would mostly likely not enjoy. You did so in order to try something that I did like. You were very respectful, and you looked very cute in your suit." Maxwell nosed him. "You politely told me about how you really felt after the play had ended and even agreed to try another if it was not the same one. I think that, is truly, a wonderful thing to get from a partner."

"Well, this one wasn't bad." Corey mumbled. "It was just, that, halfway in the plot was done! They had solved the issue! I don't know why they felt the need to continue the play for another hour and a half. It was done. All the problems solved. Just end it, sheesh. They didn't need to bring in his half-brother to be the villain for the rest of the play just to pad the time..."

"Yes, that was rather contrived and unnecessary route to take for the rest of the play. The music was wonderful, you must admit! Maybe they wrote the other songs and needed a place to put them?" Maxwell offered and the two bickered about it until Corey conceded about it.

"Fine, fine. You win." Corey closed his eyes as the canine nuzzled up against him and pulled the feline against his chest. Maxwell holding Corey with both his long arms tightly wrapped around him now, squeezing the chubby, fluffy feline and squishing and smooshing him against the canine's chest. "You are going to end up accidentally suffocating me one of these days..."

"Who said it would be an accident?" The canine stuck his tongue out and got a kitty bap to the face for that. "Your paw pads are so soft." Maxwell just wagged as Corey glared at the dog.

"Yeah. I've been told my beans are out of this world." The feline rolled onto his side to look at his grayish pink paw pads.

"Beans?" Maxwell looked at them, tilting his head to the side.

"It's just what I've been told." Corey shrugged.

"They do like beans." Maxwell said in wonder as if only now seeing them for what they were.

"SO I hear." The feline rolled his eyes.

"Delectable beans." Maxwell nipped at them playfully and Corey tried to shove the canine off. Maxwell ended up just rolling onto the feline, crushing him against the cheap spring mattress. "I must buy you a better bed if you insist on having me sleep over."

"Who insisted what now?" Corey groaned underneath the canine as he buried his head under the pillow. "The bed just wasn't made for dog in mind. Big. Dumb. Stinky dog like you..."

"To be fair, I am not here for the bed." Maxwell ran a hand over Corey's side and over his plump ass, dipping his fingers underneath the curve of it and startling the feline in the process. "Is this beautiful rear end made for canine I wonder...?"

"That was terrible!" Corey just covered his face with both hands as he turned over, allowing the canine to fully check out his ass. The feline showing it off at the teasing.

Maxwell laughed, covering his mouth with a hand as he checked the curvy feline out underneath him. He had to bite down on one finger as he felt that lust building up inside his core, threatening to burst. His fingers tip toed around the object of his desire, tracing underneath the round cat's booty and wondering what it would feel like to breed.

"Would it be presumptuous of me to bite your ass?" Maxwell panted, wiping the drool from his lips with an arm.

"Don't rip my pajamas! It's the only set I have." Corey meowed.

"I'll be delicate then, with them." Maxwell coaxed Corey's hips up and the feline onto his knees as the canine dipped his fingers into the back of the pajamas. Maxwell smoothly pulled them down, revealing that the feline was going commando this evening. "So..."

"So?" Corey kept his face covered, blushing as the canine checked him out. His ass was up in the air like a piece in the museum and Maxwell was the man admiring the work of art.

"You just happened to forget to wear underwear this evening when I was visiting...?" Maxwell huffed out in amusement looking at the feline's plump gray furred ass and tight pink tail hole.

"I forgot you were coming." Corey lied again.

"You won't forget when I come." Maxwell bent down, sniffing over his rear end and lifted an eyebrow. "Corey dear... You didn't have time to clean your apartment, but you had time to thoroughly clean up back here, huh? Were you expecting something...?"

"What? N-no! I just like to be clean." The cat meowed softly.

"Maybe I wasn't the one being presumptuous this evening..." Maxwell continued to sniff and nose over him making the feline's tail curl.

"I just like to feel clean..." Corey pulled the pillow further against his head as if trying to cover his ears so he couldn't hear the canine's teasing remarks.

"Well, I was hoping to have dinner first, but I see no issue with skipping straight to dessert." Maxwell slid a finger down Corey's crack and the feline shuddered from the feel of it. Maxwell's paw pads were coarse to the touch, and they rubbed roughly over his sensitive skin where the fur lessoned.

"Max..." Corey cleared his throat as his nerves got the best of him. "I need to be prepped first... I-if you plan to break another condom..."

Maxwell bit down on one of his fingers, hard.

"Of course, Corey. I was just teasing." Maxwell lied as he gripped one ass cheek and pulled it open roughly. "I will give you plenty of prep..." He promised. "All I ask is that you try and not to finish before I do. I am the guest, and you are the host this evening. It would only be polite to let me finish first." Maxwell's jaws parted and his tongue slurped out, dripping with drool as he bent down to sniff over the feline posterior. "Otherwise," his grip tightened. "I don't know what I might do if I smell your release right now. I am extremely worked up."

Maxwell hid it well and the feline could only trust the canine's words, wondering just how often Maxwell got this bothered by something Corey did but hid the truth from him.

Corey felt another shiver run down his spine as he pulled back, just enough to watch as the canine made contact. Those furry whiskers tickled as those full lips pressed against his tight tail hole in a wet, deep kiss that was full of tongue.

Corey hadn't been with anyone since he met Maxwell and it showed as the canine probing wet, drool covered tongue pushed against him.

The feline moaned as he felt it. Felt the roughness of Maxwell's tongue against his sensitive tail hole. He had hoped for this tonight. He had planned and prepped for it and still wasn't ready for the feel of that tongue on his sensitive body like this.

It reminded him of the alleyway the two of them had shared together. Just how hungry and wild Maxwell had been. The canine had taken the feline off guard then. Corey had been helpless and had been planning for the second round and still wasn't prepared for Maxwell's bestial side.

The canine wasted no time to taste the feline he coveted again.

Corey was like candy rolling around on the hungry canine's tongue as Maxwell licked over him, swirling his tongue around before pushing it deep inside. He felt Corey tense. He could feel the feline's ass cheeks squeezing around the warm thick drool covered muscle pushing inside him. Maxwell loved that resistance. Pushing past it to taste him deeper. The warmth of Corey's body made Maxwell growl low and deep as the flavor of the feline returned to dance and tease his taste buds reminding the horny dog, now, of their time in the alley together.

Maxwell had never forgotten that day and was delighted to rediscovered it again this afternoon.

He loved the way Corey melted on his tongue. The flavor of his musk, the smell of him, all of it was bringing it all back and Maxwell had to stop himself from biting down on the feline's ass.

"Fuck, Maxwell." Corey wanted to reach between his legs, but the canine growled in warning him not to touch. "That tongue of yours has a mind of its own, I swear." He groaned out.

"How long can you last?" Maxwell asked, wiping the drool from his lips. He rolled his tongue around in his mouth, tasting Corey on it. Savoring him like a fine wine as the canine groped and felt up the feline's ass with a hand. Playing with it. Bouncing it. Spreading his cheeks and making the smaller male beneath him squirm.

It was a sadistic delight to make the feline, for once, squirm for the larger canine. Corey had always been the one teasing him but now, like this, Maxwell was the one holding all the cards.

"I wonder how long you can last, Maxwell. I'm not the only one worked up by this." Corey spoke up, glancing down the front of Maxwell's long muscular, thick body to the canine's pants. There was a clear present tent there in his pants and the front of it was damp. It twitched at being noticed. "I don't think I've ever seen you without your pants on... Not for lack of trying on my part."

"It's a pain to put these on," Maxwell reached down to grope himself. "Do you want to see...?" He growled low, looking up at the feline lustfully. "If I'm going to the trouble of taking them off... I hope it'll be worth the effort."

"I can promise it'll last longer than putting on a pair of pants." Corey teased back.

Maxwell didn't start at his pants. He reached up to grope over his chest, dragging his fingers down through his thick pelt of coarse fur as Corey watched him show off his body. The feline turned to lay on his hip, watching the show. Rubbing down his sides and hips and ass, Maxwell brought his large hands around to grab hold of his belt buckle. With skilled practice ease, Maxwell undid the belt and let the front hang open as he fiddled with the button teasingly.

"Why'd you stop?" Corey twisted his back to turn and look up at the canine. He always forgot how large Maxwell was until they got into positions like this.

"Just need to calm down a little." Maxwell licked over his lips, keeping his eyes closed as he let out a breath. "Just don't gawk, please. It only riles me up further..."

"Are you like really small...?" Corey eyes trailed down the muscular canines body to stop where his hands still were. It would be a shame if someone as large as Maxwell was turned out to be small where it counts.

"That won't be an issue, I assure you." Maxwell huffed, his lips pulling up in a devious smile as he undid the button and zipper on his pants. "Just please note that you agreed to sex before seeing the man you'll be taking."

Stepping off the bed, Maxwell slid the pants off. The canine turned, giving Corey a good view of his dark gray furred covered ass as he reached down to step out of the pants. The cat ate him up, Corey's eyes darting over the canine's exposed body. Over his lean back and sides to that firm ass.

Maxwell was a very private person and kept his clothes on the entire time the two of them had been together. It was a first for the feline who used to live off a dating app. The slow reveal and tease the canine gave him made Corey desperately want to rub one out but behaved himself. For now.

Maxwell had long legs. They were thick and muscular with well tone thighs and thick calves. The Irish wolfhound looked like a runner, or maybe a athletic sprinter back in his prime. Corey would have to ask. He was to distracted by the glimpse of his furry nuts to care about why the canine was so fit right now.

"Do you enjoy seeing this...?" Maxwell asked, looking over one shoulder at Corey as he wiggled his hips back and forth.

"Oh yes daddy, very much." Corey was huffing again, looking like a meme Rex had once sent him as the chubby feline nodded as he breathed heavily seeing the sight.

"Daddy?" Maxwell chuckled at that as he ran a hand down his side before moving it around to grab his ass. Maxwell took hold of it, rubbing it around before opening it slightly. "You know, you aren't the only one to prep for our evening..." The Irish wolfhound teased, pulling his ass cheek open before letting go and clenching his rear after with a soft laugh.

"Oh?" That caught Corey's interests as his ears perked. "Were you planning..."

"On asking you tonight? Yes, I was. I've been thinking about this a lot lately, Corey. I even had a full speech prepared and worked out to try and convince you to accept my proposal tonight for coitus." The canine's tail wagged as he sheepishly smiled. "But I seemed to have lost the script for that after seeing your place and nearly pouncing you."

Corey snorted at that. "Coitus, huh? And what do you mean almost pounced? You tossed me onto the bed!" Corey turned around to face him fully as the feline laid out. Stripping off his pajamas, Corey dropped them to the floor. He laid there naked before the nude canine who just looked him over with the same hungry expression he had in the alleyway.

"Yes. I might've come here under false pretenses to have dinner with you, while hoping to forward our relationship with one another. Sexually, speaking." Maxwell smiled and Corey had to laugh at that. "Was that abnormal to do?"

"Nah, that's a pretty damn normal thing to do I'd imagine in a relationship. I'm glad we're a normal couple." Corey's eyes began to drift back down the canine's body, stopping at his ass and staring so hard at it that Maxwell felt a warmth creep up into his cheeks.

"Would you like to sniff me as I sniffed you?" Maxwell asked while offering his swaying hips to the feline.

"That's a dog thing, isn't it?" The feline asked.

"I think it's more of a horny thing than anything else," Maxwell truthfully admitted. "I think you smelled wonderfully, by the way. I hope I have told you so. You have a very strong, male feline scent. I always forget how... smelly you felines can get. At least the males." Maxwell chuckled. "I have never wished to smell a female in my life."

"Weren't you married?" Corey teased.

"Yes, but I have long since taken that wedding band off." Maxwell showed his hand, wiggling the bare ring finger. "Now then. I think you and I have a date to keep." The Irish wolfhound turned around and the simple motion of it made his hefty sack sway.

Corey's jaw hung open at the fat orbs hanging between the canine's muscular, full thighs. It hung low, the right one sagging slightly more than the left. Maxwell's sack and groin fur was a darker color than the rest of his body, almost black in color as he took a step forward. His sack bounced with the motion and Corey was not proud to admit he made a giddy sound at the sight of that.

With those legs, Maxwell could've easily been a model. A nude model walking down a runway with that sack bouncing with every step he took... Corey was breathing heavily again thinking of it.

"I think you approve? It is somewhat hard to tell when you make that face." Maxwell looked down at himself then up at the feline, who sat up on the bed. "It isn't that... big, is it?"

Maxwell reached down to grope himself. Feeling over his sack, lifting it up and letting it drop back down. The wrecking balls thumped against his thighs and Corey felt a shiver run down his back as he looked up at the canine smiling down at him.

"M-may I?" Corey wasn't sure why he asked. With anyone else, he'd already taken the chance to feel them up. It just seemed appropriate with Maxwell to ask. The canine chuckled at that.

"Please, I insist that you do. I really look forward to feeling you feeling me, like this... We are a couple now." Maxwell took another step forward, closing the distance between them before stopping nervously. "Do you... Do you really enjoy what you see?"

"We've been a couple for several weeks now, Maxwell, and this is the first time I've seen your dick. You realize that? I will say, I am not disappointed! I just can't believe you hid this from me for so long." Corey said as he reached a handout. Even before his fingers touched Maxwell, he could feel the heat radiating off those orbs. "Shit. You're so warm..."

"Yes, I sometimes have to change my underwear during the day I get so hot and bothered down there." Maxwell wagged as he watched the feline checking him out. "I haven't properly showered in a little while... it's been very humid lately, what with the rains. I hope you don't mind a bit of musky sweatiness in your man as there is very little I can do about that."

"I don't mind one bit. I am looking forward to this." The feline purred.

With a finger, Corey slid it around the side of one of Maxwell's nuts. The fur was softer here than it was on the rest of Maxwell's body. It was slightly damp to the touch and had a strong, powerful musky odor exuding from it. It coated the feline's finger with the sweaty musk.

Just sitting in front of Maxwell's groin, Corey could smell the canine's powerful scent. It was beginning to fill the room around them.

"Damn." Corey shivered. He'd never been that interested of or picky when it came to scents of his partners before. That was before he had met Maxwell. "I see why you dogs like to sniff so much now. You... you smell really good, Maxwell." Corey closed his eyes, taking a slow deep breath of that heady scent. It made the feline shiver.

The canine's tail picked up speed at his words.

"If I may..." Max lifted a leg up and placed it on the bed, keeping his groin directly in front of the sitting feline's face. "There we go. I hope you don't mind my paws on your bed, Corey."

"I wouldn't mind your paws on my face, Maxwell." Corey laughed, glancing up at the canine before back down at his groin.

"Is that so...?" Maxwell thought that over as he stood there, one leg up on the bed, as the feline felt him up. It looked as if the canine was at the tailor, being measured for a pair of pants as Corey traced his fingers up and along the inner side of the canine's thigh and over his groin.

Corey was gentle as he caressed and rubbed over the canine's groin, feeling the older male up as he admired the heft of it all.

"Oh, yeah. I'm a kinky kitty." Corey just went on as he stared unabashedly at Maxwell's plump sheath. He couldn't see the tip of the canine, but the weight of the sheath alone sagged the thing forward, giving the dark opening a tempting appearance. Corey just wanted to kiss it.

"Care to explain further?" Maxwell asked as he placed a hand on one leg, looking down at the feline between them. He was enjoying the sight of the smaller male between his legs like this and could get used to this position in the future.

"Well," Corey swallowed as he nosed further. He sniffed and his whiskers curled from the strong scent. "I just... like a lot of things. I'm an open-minded guy. I've tried a lot of stuff as well. I'm versatile which opens a hella' lot of doors."

"I can only imagine." Maxwell nodded as the feline lifted up his sack and felt the sheer weight of it in his palm. The sweatiness of it covered the feline's fingers and the warmth was beginning to make Corey perspire. That raw sexual heat washing over his face being this close to the canine's groin.

"I've jerked off to thoughts of this." Corey admitted as he nosed the hefty orbs. His cute button kitty nose pushing against them as the sweaty damp loose skin of the sack rubbed over his face. The scent was so strong Corey was sure he'd be smelling it for the rest of the night.

The loose flesh was warm, and he nuzzled against it, rubbing those fat orbs over his face before draping them on his short muzzle as he nosed between the canine's legs. It was like stepping into a sauna, a musky, sweaty, canine sauna, and Corey was lost in the bliss of it as Maxwell chuckled above him.

"You look good like that." The canine wagged.

"Thank you sir, may I have another?" Corey wiggled his nose and the canine chuckled at feeling the feline's whiskers against his inner legs. "You are so warm, Maxwell... This is the best fantasy come true."

"I have thought of you like this, many times before..." Maxwell bit the tip of his tongue as he let out a shaky breath. "It is hard to hold back. Seeing you like this. It is everything I could've asked for tonight and more."

Corey blushed at that. "You are to sweet to me. Letting me check out your dick and balls like this without just face fucking me first." Corey pulled back, letting his fat sack roll off the front of his muzzle. His face was coated in Maxwell's musk and the feline just grinned up at him at that.

"The temptation is there but I am... really loving this. The way you look at me, is extremely arousing." Maxwell gritted his teeth as his sheath twitched and Corey saw the tip of the canine's dark-skinned length poked free.

"I can't help it. Maxwell, you're so sexy. You are such a handsome man. These nuts. That sheath," Corey stroked the side of it and heard Maxwell take a breath between clench teeth. "The smell of you. The warmth of your groin alone. I just want to curl up in your lap and take a long cat nap on it."

"You can." Maxwell blurted out, exhaling a breath loudly. "You can. You can sleep between my legs or on my lap or under me. Whatever you want. I'll let you do whatever you want, Corey. I'll keep you warm and safe and just..." He huffed. "Don't stop. Just don't stop... touching me."

"I can get on board with that." Corey smirked as he used both hands to rub over the canine's fat nuts now. Massaging and kneading them, playing with the canine who twitched and shook from the feel of being played with like this. "You really are that sensitive, huh?"

Corey tested the theory out as he pulled on one of the canine's nuts. He got a low whimper from the dog and eased up, rubbing his thumb over the front of it as if to apologize.

"Y-yes, I am. I am very sensitive." Maxwell swallowed. "The idea of you sleeping between my legs. I can't get it out of my head now. I never thought you would want to and now... now I want you to. Just pick you up and put you on my lap as I read a book. Just... Just, I want to nut in you, knot you, tie you and then once I pull out push you between my legs and cover you with a blanket and just... just sleep with you there. Put my legs on you. Hold you there, keep you there between my thighs as I slumber."

"Okay." Corey just nodded as if that was reasonable thing to do. "Let's do that tonight."

Maxwell yipped softly and Corey saw a dribble of pre ooze from the canine's tapered tipped dick from that. The size of the head of it alone would be something to take. Maxwell was a very large canine in every aspect.

Corey chuckled at that as he took a single finger and stroked down the underside length of him, through Maxwell's sheath and watched as his cock twitched and responded to the simple touch, oozing more pre. Maxwell was extremely sensitive and the slightest of the touch got the canine going.

"Corey..." Maxwell gritted his teeth. "I don't know how much longer I can last. If you keep this up, I'm going to mess up your lovely face and your bed sheets."

"Already?" Corey blinked at that before placing a hand on Maxwell's stomach and pushing the canine a step back. Maxwell complied with a low whine, taking a single step back. "Well then, we shouldn't make you wait then. Can't keep teasing the big dog, can we?"

The feline turned around slowly, seductively and crouched over the bed, placing a knee on it and both hands as he lifted up his ass and shook his hips side to side as he glanced back at Maxwell. The feline's curved moved fluidly with a feline's grace as the cat teased the dog.

"What are you waiting for? You already tasted me. Now you need to fill me." Corey murred as his tail hiked up in the air, swaying back and forth alluringly drawing the canine's eye to exactly where Corey wanted it to go.

Maxwell eyes widened before he took a step closer, growling low and deep as he took Corey's hips with both hands. His fingers dug into the dense fur of it and Corey groaned at just how tight of a hold Maxwell had on him. He had really gotten Maxwell worked up now, he could tell. The animalistic sound he was making was clue enough to that.

"That's my good boy." Corey tail tip tickled the underside of Maxwell's chin as the Irish wolfhound growled deeply at his words.

Maxwell stepped closer, closing the little space between the two and grinded his groin against that plump rear, spreading Corey's cheek and rubbed the bulge in his sheath up against his crack and the exposed tip against his hole. The Irish wolfhound working his hips as he huffed out, dribbling hot pre onto the feline's skin.

"Ah, fuck yes. Just like that. You're so warm. So big, Maxwell. You're going to wreck my ass." Corey tried to relax but his nails sprung out, gripping the bed at the feel of size of Maxwell's endowment pushing between his cheeks. The idea of taking the canine was going to be something else.

Corey heart was pounding in his ears. It had been a long time since he'd been this excited for sex. Even sex had grown mundane and stale with other guys. This was something else. The spice he needed in his life.

"Corey." Maxwell growled his name out, elongating it as he tried to keep his calm. "I'm going... I'm going to mount you now." The canine stepped up on the bed with one leg, flexing as he angled and pushed the tip of his length against the feline's rear. "Once I start, I don't think I'll be able to stop. Not until after..."

"Good." Corey glanced back over his shoulder up at the canine, pushing his butt back against Maxwell's front. "Maxwell, I give you permission to mount me. Knot me. Breed me. I want to be with you tonight. Please." The feline begged at the end, his voice softening as he meowed the words out, giving the tall Irish wolfhound kitty eyes. "Maxwell, please take me. Mount me. Breed me, daddy."

"As you wish." Maxwell tail stopped, his fingers tightening their hold as the canine pushed his groin slowly forward against the feline's plump rear.

The tip of Maxwell was leaking profusely by this point, and he rubbed it over Corey's tail hole. Slickening it up before pushing the tip of it against the feline's body. Corey groaned, Maxwell groaned, and their combined groan only rose, increasing in volume as the canine pushed the first inch inside breaching the feline's tight hole.

Maxwell's head spread Corey's tight tailhole and the feline entire body reacted to it. His nails sprung out, gripping, and clawing at the sheets as his tail lashed behind him. His ears wouldn't stop moving as he felt the canine pushing further inside, pressing down on the bed as Maxwell groan rose loudly into a growl. Corey moaned from the pain, the size of the canine pushing into hole. Stars burst in front of his eyes and the canine didn't ease up and Corey hated how much he loved to be used like this.

Maxwell wasn't the largest guy he'd ever taken but the idea that it was this canine made this entire thing more arousing and stimulating. This older man, this suave gentleman reverting back to his primal, animal roots as he took him like this made the feline growl, wanting more.

"Don't stop," Corey gritted his teeth before exhaling out, panting as the canine pushed another three inches inside. Maxwell stopped, adjusting his positioning before pulling an inch back and humping forward once more.

The canine did this several times. Be it their height difference, or the feel of pushing in at a different angle, Maxwell didn't explain as he shifted and adjusted his position several times throughout.

It was slow and steady, a strong rhythmic movements as the canine humped against Corey's ass. Working the feline over as more of the Irish wolfhound's length spilled out of his sheath and into the warm embrace of the feline's body. Corey squeezed around him and got a low whine from the Irish wolfhound that grip tightened, holding him as he spurted several times inside the cat's rear. The girth of Maxwell was beginning to get to Corey and the feline slumped against the bed, ass still up in the air as the canine continued to hump him. Pounding his ass hard enough to shake the bed.

Maxwell didn't stop. Not for a single second. Every moment the two were together, he was moving. Pulling back, pushing in, twisting his hips, forcing past any resistance, and then giving short pounding humps that made his large sack slap against Corey's as he oozed and squirted pre into the feline's tail hole.

"You are so tight, Corey." Maxwell groaned out halfway inside. "You feel... incredible. This is. I was. I can't believe I waited this long to take you. TO mount you. I needed this so bad... I needed you so bad..." The canine growled. "Oh, Corey. You have been the best thing that came into my life in so many years. I want to return the favor. To make you feel as good as you make me feel. I. I. I..." He gritted his teeth before pulling back.

For a second, Corey thought Maxwell would pull out. The Irish wolfhound had pulled back so only his head remained inside before pushing back in. A slow, deep thrust that didn't stop as the canine's thighs pressed against Corey's rear. Maxwell did stop there as he groaned out, pushing the rest of his beastly length into the feline's body, filling Corey up.

Maxwell moved Corey on the bed, shaking the small cheap one-person bed and slammed it against the wall as the entire length of the Irish wolfhound squeezed inside Corey's tail hole. Maxwell's knot pushed against that rear, and he began giving long, deep, thrusting humps against the feline. Pressing his engorging knot against the feline as he growled and groaned, snarling out as he picked up his pace and speed now that they reached this point.

The Irish wolfhound was still holding back, not wanting to finish before he knotted his feline.

Dull blunt nails gripped Corey's sides as the canine began to hump him. Faster and faster, relentlessly humping into the feline as the canine hunched over his back. Maxwell pressed his stomach and chest against the feline and force Corey against the bed as he took him. Pounding his ass as he snarled out low and deep, sack slapping against the feline the entire time.

"Just like that." Maxwell nipped at the back of the feline's neck. "Just like that. Take me. Let me fill you. You won't be able to think of anyone else." Maxwell groaned out in his ear. "All mine. My cat. My kitty. My kitty cat." The canine groaned. "All mine. Mine. Mine. Mine." He gritted his teeth. "Breed you. Fill you with my pups. Make you full and fat with my pups."

"Fuck, Maxie." Corey closed his eyes.

He was pressed and forced against the cheap mattress now as the canine pounded as ass.

"Ahhhh, fuck. You are far bigger than I thought you'd be." It wasn't just the size of the canine's length; it was that fat sack slapping against him that was making the cat meow. The hefty weight of those wrecking ball crashing against him was making Corey nearly pass out with pleasure.

The sound of Maxwell's sack slapping and "plopping" against the feline's body filled the room as the Irish wolfhound didn't say another word. Just focusing on the task at hand as he held Corey down and worked his rear. Quicker, faster, harder. Maxwell couldn't hold back. He didn't want to.

All he wanted was to tie this feline. To knot him. Breed him on some feral level within his mind and that was what Maxwell did.

Corey's tailhole was stretched and aching as the Irish wolfhound pushed and shoved and worked his knot against him. It slipped halfway in, before being pulled out. Again and again, loosening and stretching Corey's tail hole until finally with a loud groan, Maxwell slipped it inside.

The canine froze at that. His entire body stiffening up as his knot swelled inside Corey's rear as he held the feline down with a hand. Arching his back, tilting his muzzle upwards Maxwell stood there, knotted inside the feline and let out a low steady groaning howl that rose in volume as he came.

It wasn't a rush or an explosion. It was an endless crashing wave that spilled forth from the canine's twitching length. It bounced inside Corey. That fat, full length pulsing and bulging as it coated his inside with Irish cream. The end spurting and spraying forth a thickness that was so warm and so heavy Corey swore he could feel it inside as Maxwell came.

And Maxwell came.

There seemed to be no end to it. The Irish wolfhound stood in the same position since he knotted the feline. Just stood there as his sack emptied into the other male. A heavy thickness emptying out and filling Corey to the point he felt fat and full despite not having eaten that day. He could feel the weight of him inside, sagging his stomach down as Corey just meowed pitifully at being used as a cum rag for the dog.

Maxwell began to huff, breathing out now as he worked his hips forward. Rolling them up and against Corey's rear before pulling back until the knot tugged at the feline's rear. He was still coming. His length oozing at this point as the built-up stress of life emptied deep inside the feline's body.

"That's it..." Maxwell muttered. "Right there. Right there. Taking it all." He swallowed. "Just keep you like this all day..." The Irish wolfhound bent down, lacing an arm underneath the feline before resting out on Corey's body. "Be my bred bitch."

The cat grunted at the weight dropping onto his back and Corey was groining for another reason. He fidgeted and squirmed as Maxwell's other hand slipped around to tease his groin. Playing with Corey as his weight rested slowly, heavily over the feline's back, crushing him against the mattress as the canine panted happily.

"My kitty came after I did, right?" The canine nuzzled the back of Corey's ears.

"O-of course." Corey blushed, unsure when he had finished during all of that. "Just as you told me to."

"Good kitty." Maxwell kissed between his ears before slowly, carefully, helping Corey up to his feet. It was an awkward position where Maxwell held one of Corey's thighs up and the feline used his other leg to step on the bed to keep up with the height of the tall, muscular canine behind him, knotted inside him.

"M-Max." Corey mrowed as the canine lifted him up off the bed. "I'm still tied to you!"

"Yes, my sweet Corey, I can feel that." The canine chuckled as he turned and gently laid Corey down on the bed the proper way.

Flat on his stomach, Corey tilted his head to watch as the Irish wolfhound, still knotted to him, slid onto the bed with him. Over him. The canine's knees bracing the fall before he slowly melted out like a heavy, weighted furry, musky, sweaty blanket that groaned and grunted on top of the feline.

"You aren't planning to just stay there, like that?" Corey asked, wincing as he felt the canine's length twitch once more inside him. He was sure the canine was still dripping, unsure how any male could have that much to give or how Corey had taken it all.

Maxwell grunted at first, shifting his weight from side to side and grinded the feline against the bed. The mattress compressed around him, forming to Corey's size and the heavy burden that was the Irish wolfhound sunk down into it.

"On all fours? No." Maxwell eased the bulk of his body down onto the bed. His chest pushed against the back of Corey's head and forced the feline against the bed as the canine laid out on it, over the feline's body. "Like this? Yes. Yes I think I will stay like this for a long while."

"Max..." Corey groaned as the canine reached around to pet the side of the feline's body, petting over the side of his stomach. Gripping at the rolls and playing with them with a chuckle.

"You are so thick and squishy, Corey." Maxwell yawned loudly. "You make for the best pillow and a decent bed."

"Max..." Corey meowed loudly as the canine humped against him several times before chuckling, easing up.

"I think I will take one of those cat naps, you seem so fond of. Hopefully, when I wake up I'll be soft enough to pull out." Maxwell pulled the pillow closer and laid out on it, nosing the shirt he'd left there of Corey's to sniff over. The Irish wolfhound kept his chest firmly pressed against the back of the feline's head, keeping him trapped there.

"And if you aren't?" Corey groaned at the feel of he musky weighted dog blanket on him. He hated how much he was enjoying this. Corey's apartment was usually cold this time of year but with Maxwell on him like this, Corey felt hot and uncomfortable in all the right ways.

"Then I will just have to carry you around the apartment while I make us dinner." Maxwell's tail wagged as he pressed and wiggled his torso against Corey's body. "I'm somewhat hoping that is the case. Carry my kitty cat around the apartment, knotted deep inside him. Mmm, yes. That sounds like a wonderful way to spend a weekend together."

"You can't leave me like this." Corey moaned softly.

"I won't be leaving you at all." Maxwell lifted up just enough to bend down to kiss the back of the feline's head. "This way," he said as he laid back down. "I will know exactly where I left you." He chuckled softly, closing his eyes as he cuddled up to the pillow and the feline he had pinned, trapped underneath his body. "This way when I wake up... you'll be the first thing I see. The first thing... I see..."

Corey huffed at that; unsure he could tell the dog to get off him after hearing such a cheesy thing like that said to him. His ears burned and his cheeks felt warm as the canine began to snore lightly above him. Every now and then, Maxwell would shift or groan, pressing down against the feline and smothering him with his thick furry body.

"Dammit Maxwell..." Corey closed his eyes as he reached out a hand to hold the canine's. Maxwell entwined his fingers with Corey and the feline's ears folded back.

The feline grumbled the entire time until sleep took him. Be it the warmth or smell of the canine, or the weight lying on top of him... Corey felt comfortable. He felt safe and warm as the canine's knot twitched inside his ass as if reminding him that it was still in there.

And the two would remain knotted for the day to come, together in blissful harmony and heavy, musky warmth.