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Mason & Lark D

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Kneeling by the foot of the sofa with his Oolau companion spread out on the floor before him, Mason was hesitant. He wouldn't be so self-deluded as to think that he didn't want it and, by all measure Lark had noted in no uncertain terms that he gave his permission, and yet the Human couldn't avoid the feeling that something was missing. A moment later he realized what it was. Reaching for the small drawer on the end table (a modified night stand), he sought out a bottle of skin moisturizer he kept there.

Astute ears swiveled back to pay attention to what was going on, Lark also rotated his head to glance toward Mason. "Distracted already, Nason? What do you have there?"

The Human popped the top and squeezed out a generous amount on his fingers. "It's a skin treatment cream I use... the cold island air--"

He was interrupted after a loud sniffing. "It smells like fake herbs."

The young man began rubbing it around on his fingers, two words spoken were in English. "They're 'essential oils'... distilled and replicated in the laboratory. I would really rather have some lubricant, but this should hopefully work alright."

Lark chuckled chidingly, his muzzle returning to its forward direction as his tail flagged mirthfully. "I am offering myself to you, and you are worried about how soft your skin is. Hunans can be so funny..."

Mason scowled indignantly. "It is for friction. Doing this kind of thing without SOMETHING to make it easier can be uncomfortable."

The Oolau Steward grunted, seemingly disinterested, but the Human could tell that the sound was still full of humor. "If you say so. Most Rorsks do not bother, so I am fine without. You are the Rorsk though, so you will-- YIPE!"

Gritting his teeth, Mason realized too late that the lotion was probably still cold. "Sorry... should have warmed it up first."

Lark shot a withering look back at him. "You did that on purpose."

It was only a half-hearted objection, so Mason took it with a grain of salt. "Well... it shut you up, didn't it?"

The Oolau smirked in response, obviously approving of the Human countering him. "Enjoy your victory, Nason... it is the only yelp you will get out of me tonight."

Smiling, Mason acknowledged the statement. "I'll take what small victories I can get, especially since you said you weren't worried about being hurt."

Lark lifted his lips on one side of his muzzle, offering up a false snarl. "It did not hurt... it was just cold."

The Human, still smiling, returned his attention to beneath his companion's tail, rubbing his hands together and working the lotion around to absorb some of his body-heat before sliding his middle finger up into place. Focusing again on the comfort of the Wolf, Mason began to make small circles against the Oolau's opening with his slick finger. "Is that okay?"

The Steward offered a neutral grunt. "Ah'awoo."

Inching a little closer, Mason managed to work the lotion bottle with one hand to empty some into the palm of his free hand even as he offered a little more pressure against Lark's opening. He felt the tight muscles half-clench once before loosening, giving way under much protest as he slipped his finger up to the first knuckle, just behind his fingernail. The heat within the Oolau's body was overwhelming, which made sense since they were, in general, several degrees warmer than a Human. Lark didn't response, save a faint flick at the tip of his tail, and a section of fur along the small of is back puffing up.

Taking hold of his own manhood, Mason began to stroke it, slathering on a generous amount of the hand lotion, hoping that it would do sufficient enough a job to keep things from being too unpleasant for his companion. Even as he readied himself, the young man slid his middle finger further into Lark, slowly moving it back and forth until his second knuckle slipped inside. "You still doing okay, Lark?"

Again, his companion responded, even going so far as to sounding bored with the entire affair. "Ah'awoo."

The next time he drew his hand back, Mason pressed his index finger against the opening and carefully, methodically, but consistently provided even more pressure. He head the sound of Lark's claws clenching against the carpet, but there was no other outward sign of the Oolau's discomfort as both fingers slipped inside. Despite his companion's hesitance to object, Mason was still focused on being careful, continuing to stroke himself lest he lose his erection from concentrating on readying Lark so carefully.

Eventually both fingers made it inside the Wolf and the Human finally started to relax a little. "I'm going to loosen you up a little now."

Lark snorted. At first Mason thought he was going to do his 'I abide' statement again but, instead, the Oolau threw him some shade. "You are approaching this like a healer... like some kind of procedure. Do you not know how to let loose?"

Mason was willing to laugh at his own trepidation even as he started sliding his fingers into and out of the Wolf's opening. "Sure... but, like I said, I do not want to hurt you, so that means taking things slow."

The Oolau's tail tip continued to wag, betraying his off-putting display of bravado that followed with the simple declaration "Then you are not allowed to complain if I fall asleep should you take any longer."

Taking the objection to heart, and realizing that his fingers were only met with mild resistance, Mason was willing to give in and get started. He inched closer, his left hand next to Lark's hip on the floor as his other hand guided his shaft up and under the Oolau's tail. He stopped when the tip was kissed by the Wolf's opening. "Alright... I just tell me if I need to stop."

Lark's tail flicked from one side to the other, batting the Human on the chin as it did so. "You seem to have a high level of confidence for such a small creature."

Ignoring the jab, Mason inched his knees even closer, the outsides of his thighs pressing against the insides of Lark's. He made sure that he remained careful, going slowly as he felt fresh resistance against his intruding member. A hot warmth greeted him the moment his head slipped inside, and Lark's muscles clenched down anew, causing a strong shock to flow through Mason's entire pelvis as he gasped.

Lark did too, followed up by a grumble. "You Hunans and your blunt, sheathless Tahtn."

Mason held back a laugh and, rather than reply, he simply added a little more pressure, slowly easing his way in as the Wolf's muscles began to gradually relax. Little by little, Lark's body finally started to give way, making his entrance easier, and the Human finally realized he'd been holding his breath, letting it out only when he felt the Wolf's rump-fur brush against his pubic hair, and his testicles come to rest in the nest of fluff that was the Wolf's taint. "There."

The Oolau's response, after the faintest wince was "You do this very slow."

Once again, the Human explained. "I do not want to hurt you. You should enjoy this too, you know, Lark."

Laughing, then quickly discontinuing the body-jolting expression with a fresh wince, Lark responded mirthfully. "Even if you are not a duhdgoi, I cannot help but think you may not know how mating between males works."

Realizing that Lark had little experience in a positive, giving partnership, Mason was willing to let that slide; he intended to prove his companion wrong. "I could say the same... but just keep your mind open to new things."

The Steward snickered softly. "I have a Hunan inside me... I cannot think of a way to be more open to new things, Nason."

Keeping his hips in place, Mason judged when Lark's insides had finally adjusted to accommodate him, at which point he took hold of one of the Wolf's ankles and slowly began to maneuver him. The heavy Oolau would have been difficult to forcefully adjust, but Lark was in tune enough with him to obediently rotate his body until he was laying on his back, but he did shoot a quizzical glance at the Human, lack of understanding clearly written on his muzzle. Smiling, Mason leaned forward, resting one hand on the floor and the other on Lark's sternum. "Trust me, Lark."

The Wolf merely nodded, his often-stated phrase coming out much more softly as the inside of Lark's ears reddened. "Ah'awoo."

Finally in a position that suited him better, with the Wolf's rump lifted up a little off the ground and resting against his thighs, Mason began to move his hips, pulling back then slowly pushing forward again. Lark's insides still clenched him tightly, but the angle was much better for him to move unimpeded, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up as the stimulation hit him full-on. It had been quite awhile since Mason had been with anyone, and the first time he had been with an Oolau; it was something he would not easily forget.

Gazing down, he smiled when he saw Lark holding his paws up at his chest, ears back, sheepishly looking around everywhere but at Mason. The Human called him on it. "Hey."

Lark's ears went up and his eyes immediately locked onto the young man's. "Nason?"

Grinning, Mason leaned down and touched his nose to Lark's. A moment later, as he slid deep into the Wolf's depths again, he pursed his lips and kissed the end of his companion's muzzle, slowly pulling back to see a confused expression on the Oolau, whose tongue emerged and washed across his furred lips. "What... was that?"

Mason smiled, body tingling as he continued to slowly and rhythmically thrust into his companion. "It's called a 'kiss'. It is an expression of intimacy... and... uh... things."

It certainly wasn't his best teaching moment, but he was so absorbed in the feel of the way Lark's insides worked his eager shaft that he was willing to forgive himself for not being at his best. Lark, however, was not willing to accept the half-answer. "And why did--"

A gasp from the Wolf preempted the question, and it only took a moment for Mason to realize why. Thrusting in again, he felt the tell-tale pressure from the perfect spot on the Wolf; like Humans, Oolau had a prostate, and apparently it was just as susceptible to stimulation. Repeating the motion, the Human maintained his aim, leaning forward to kiss Lark again. He was only a little surprised when the Oolau met his lips, attempting to mimic the action in his own wolfish way.

Mason kept his left hand on the floor, using that to help balance himself, but the hand he'd kept on Lark's sternum trailed lower, fingers passing through belly fur, groin fur, and, eventually, found its way to the large, thick sheath snuggled between the Wolf's legs. The Human wrapped his fingers around it, even sliding his index finger around the opening before pressing it in a few millimeters. Lark had taken notice but, rather than disengaging, the Oolau simply started moving his hips as well, letting out a deep, heady moan into Mason's mouth.

The young man broke this kiss, looking down in admiration as the tip of the Wolf's deep red shaft forced his finger out and sprayed a small jet of precum onto his belly. With his attention distracted, he was surprised when Lark's paw pulled his head down again; the Oolau initiated their third kiss, whining softly; the sound was definitely not one of pain. It may have taken awhile, but Mason could tell that his companion's perception of the situation was changing, and Lark was, without a doubt, starting to enjoy himself.

The Human continued stroking the Wolf, his fingers easing back Lark's sheath, moving in time with his own thrusts, and he had just enough time to ease the furry sleeve back over the Oolau's knot as it started to expand to a point where it would have been difficult to free to the open air. Mason felt the rigid flesh begin to pulse in his hand, but it wasn't as obvious as the contractions around Mason's buried member; Lark's insides were starting to spasm and the Human's ministrations were getting him even closer to his release.

Mason grunted through his next thrust, feeling his muscles begin to tense as the sensations were becoming too much. Lark pulled him closer still, licking and kissing at his face, murmuring his name aloud. "Nason... Nason..."

The Human was no more eloquent, barely managing to wheeze out the words. "I... I'm getting close... Lark."

Two more thrusts, and Mason was done. He ground his hips into the Wolf's rump, crying out wordlessly as the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had blew his mind in tandem with his erection blowing its load. He continued to grip the carpet with one hand, his other clenched around the base of his companion's rod, separating the knot from his sheath. It was far too much for Lark, who, ultimately, let out a strangled sound before shouting out his name in elation. "MMMason!"

The Wolf's hot, watery cum spattered up against Mason's abdomen and sternum, bathing him in hot Oolau seed; the room felt icy cold compared to the steaming fluid and the Human reveled in the joint heat surrounding his member and bathing his torso. Their joined high lasted for several seconds, and, only after he was completely spent did Mason collapse atop his companion. "That... wow."

Lark's arms folded around Mason, pulling him even closer; the Wolf offered him a fresh lick on the side of the face, followed by another attempt at a lupine kiss. "That was NOT the way the Oolau Rorsk do it."

Mason chuckled, offering the Wolf a return hug. "Is that a bad thing."

"No. I did not have to abide."

Letting out a soft laugh, the Human rubbed his face into the Oolau's fur, then paused after a moment, thinking back to the moment where he teetered over the edge into his orgasm, and his brain locked onto something. "You called me 'Mason'."

Lark cocked his head to the side; his expression suggested that the Wolf was trying to figure out his point. "Yes? That IS your name, is it not?"

Mason had to clarify. "You said it correctly. You said 'Mason' and not 'Nason."

The Wolf flicked an ear. "I said 'Nason'? ...Nason.... rrr... NNNNNNason."

Smiling, Mason gently caressed the Wolf's furred cheek. "We'll keep working on it... but I'm SURE you said it right, which means you'll get it consistently if we don't give up."

Lark's dedicated surety came through in his next words. "I will not give up, Nason. You will teach me, and I will learn."

Even as they lay together on the floor, Mason provided careful instruction, having Lark try it again several times but, each time, Lark could not manage the 'm'. He was so focused on the language lesson, he almost missed something but, as he adjusted his position atop the Wolf his abdomen felt the distinct absense of the Wolf's knot. "Well... that went down fast."

Lark, still apparently focused on the language lesson, didn't seem to understand. "What did, Nason? NNnnnason? Nnnnnason."

Mason slowly disengaged, moving back to perch on his knees, kneeling on the floor between the Wolf's legs. "Your knot. You're back in your sheath again."

The Wolf shrugged. "It does not always stay large... usually only when we are tied with a proper partner." the matter-of-fact tone turned a little naughty, and Lark showed some teeth as he offered an impsh grin. "A young male Oolau would have a hard time satisfying his needs if he stayed hard for a half an hour every time he saw to it with his paw."

It was something Mason honestly hadn't considered from a scholastic point of view and, despite the holistic way he learned about it, the young man was honestly pleased that he had learned about the difference. "Oh... I guess that makes sense... so a knot only stays hard for awhile SOMETIMES."

Lark slowly sat up and offered an affirmative ear flick. "Yes... usually only when we are tied with a mate... not even casual rutting will cause a knot to stay hard. That is a good thing for an Uhnyl."

The statement was offered in such a matter-of-fact tone that Mason couldn't help but laugh at it. Still smiling, he reached down, and gave his companion's sheath a gentle stroke. "Well, whether your knot stays hard or not, I'm glad I could get a reaction out of you."

The Wolf let out a soft, non-verbal 'whuff', and leaned forward to offer another attempt at a kiss; Mason met him half way, and slowly returned more fully to the floor, sitting in the Oolau's lap so he could fold his arms around Lark, pushing back into the kiss. He spoke even as the remained close. "Mmm... I think I could get used to this."

Rubbing his hands along his companion's back, Mason was glad to feel a soft, pleased shudder run through the Oolau. "Me too..." Lark shuddered again. "Mmmmason."

The Human didn't miss the correct pronunciation that time and, despite wanting to remain close, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to celebrate. "You did it again!"

There were several more rounds of attempts yet, once again, Lark couldn't quite capture the 'm' sound. Despite how late it was in the night, and how drained Mason felt, he realized that the smell of expressed Oolau anal glands and hand lotion coupled with the heady musk of semen soaked fur would definitely not be conducive to a good night's sleep. He made the decision at that point. "We should bathe again before bed."

Lark raised an ear and an eyebrow. "Again?"

The Human nodded with surety. "Right. We both stink."

The Wolf's response blindsided him. "I like the way you smell."

Feeling his cheeks flush with a blush, Mason got to his feet. "Well.. be that as it may, I am going to the shower, and I think you should too."

Lark's second ear raised to join the first, as too did his other eyebrow. "Together?"

The shower WAS large enough to accommodate the two of them, and the prospect of getting to bed faster was appealing. Mason also realized that they'd been far more intimate than simply being in the same shower together so the answer was easy. "Sure... unless there's something against that in Steward culture?"

The Oolau had gone back to laying down but, with a single arch of his back and a kick-out of his legs, Lark had positioned his paws beneath himself and rose to a standing position. "Stewards outside of a family rarely bathe together, but when they do, it is because there is great admiration for one another."

Holding his hand out to his companion, Mason was able to smile easily. "Then we definitely should."

The Wolf's ears lowered slightly, their insides reddening as a goofy grin split his muzzle, revealing one of his lower teeth. "I... would like that, Rorsk."

A tingle flowed through Mason as the large Wolf obediently provided him a paw, and the Human couldn't help but feel a little empowered by how quickly Lark let him take charge. The Oolau had always been compliant, but there was something especially intoxicating about having a 'killing machine' over a dozen centimeters and almost 25kg heavier than him respond so obediently; he also didn't miss the slow, easy wag of his companion's tail. It was so surprising that Mason almost had to second guess what he was seeing, pausing near the bathroom in order to ask "Are you alright, Lark?"

The Human had fully expected the usually 'I abide' response, but he was surprised as the Wolf drew close, pressing a paw to either of Mason's shoulders and, smiling, Lark leaned forward, his breath warming the young man's lips as he spoke. "Yes. I am very alright."

The hit was not a subtle one, and Mason responded to the approach by meeting his companion's muzzle in a soft kiss. Despite instigating, Lark seemed more content to experience it with only subtle reciprocity; even in the moment, the Human thought that the Oolau seemed just as interested in experiencing the act as taking part in it. Smiling as they disengaged, Mason turned on the shower, commenting casually "You really seem to enjoy kissing."

One of Lark's paws found the Human's hand and interlaced fingers. "I like the way your people express closeness, Nason. You... do not mind being close with me... do you?"

Turning back to regard the Wolf, Mason leaned forward and gave him a firm kiss on the nose, stating clearly and concisely "Ah'awoo."

* * * * *

The shower had been an intimate one but, having been thoroughly drained from the romp beforehand, Mason was happy to experience it without any lustful need. Lark was attentive, and surprisingly paws-on, insisting on taking care of Mason, cleaning him with dutiful care. When it came time for Mason to return the favor, Lark seemed to revel in the attention, nuzzling him, rubbing his head against the Human's, and playfully smacking Mason's thigh with his wet tail. It seemed like the Oolau was a completely different person and, the young man really enjoyed it.

Lark continued the close, physical attention, helping Mason towel off, and even going so far as to sniff all over his shoulders and head to ensure that he was not only dry, but also clean. Mason also took the time to dry his lupine companion, admiring the chiseled physique hidden beneath the thick fur, and feeling each and every twitch or spasm whenever his touch hit just the right spot; the Human also didn't miss that a small sliver of red was peeking out of Lark's sheath by the time they were done, but Mason was content with the physical intimacy he'd shared and, by that time, he was yawning regularly.

The two shared the mirror at the counter as Mason brushed his teeth and Lark readied himself for bed; it was a strange repeat of their earlier time in the bathroom but, the young man reminded himself, they had become much more familiar with one another since then. Just as Mason was finishing with some mouth wash, Lark came up to him and began rubbing his head against the young man's shoulder. Mouth still full of wash, he glanced toward his companion and used the Human word since it was easier to say. "Wuh?"

Tail wagging sanguinely, Lark offered a mellow smile. "You didn't like how we smelled earlier. Now you smell like me, and I smell like you."

Mason spat out his mouthwash before he choked on it, laughing only once his mouth was free. A furred paw rubbed his back gently before the young man straightened up and turned to regard the Wolf. "True." He followed the word up with a quick peck on Lark's nose.

The two returned to the living room, hand-in-paw, and, as they laid down on the collection of bedding beside the sofa, Mason didn't even second-guess his decision to join Lark on the floor. Facing one another, the two drew close again, arms wrapped around one another with nose-to-nose. The young man announced it was time to sleep with a single word, addressing the smart setting on the lights. "Night mode."

He wasn't usually one to reply on verbal commands for the lights, but he really enjoyed embracing and being embraced by Lark. A moment later the Oolau kissed him, and Mason returned the gesture. After another yawn, the Human couldn't help but try to satisfy some curiosity. "Do Oolau have an equivalent of a kiss?"

Eyes glimmering green in the half-light, Lark smiled; the sheen of his teeth was visible. "Yes... it is similar, but more..."

The Wolf paused, as if searching for the right word. Mason encouraged him. "More what?"

Lark grunted, pulling Mason a little closer amidst the sheets. "Stick out your tongue, Nason. I will show you."

Feeling a little silly, the young man did so. "O-hay... 'ow wut?"

The Oolau let out a soft snicker before cutting it short. "Do what I do."

Mason offered a witty "Ah'aw--" but it was cut short as Lark leaned forward and licked his tongue. The Young man was caught off guard by the gesture, but it didn't take long for him to realize what was happening. Even as the Wolf licked at his lips, Mason returned the affection, moving his tongue to meet Lark's and lick back. Considering the width, length, and sheer power of their respective tongues it was a lost battle, but it was one Mason was happy to fight. By the time Lark pulled back, the Human was practically gasping for air.

Despite how deferential, obedient, and permissive Lark had been, the expression on the Oolau's muzzle after the exchange was anything but meek. "You enjoyed it?"

Feeling his face flush again, Mason offered a soft nod. "Yes... I think I have a lot more to learn about the Oolau."

The confident tone from his companion, plus the plump sheath resting against his hip also didn't seem all that submissive. "I promise to teach you..." he leaned forward and offered a much more human-like kiss, releasing a pleased breath as he spoke, "Mmmm-ason."