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"There's barely enough room in here to fit both of us."

"That a complaint?"

"Far from it."

Drywall that was in need of a face lift, floors that were incomplete at best, and a ceiling with exposed wires and ventilation marked a sight that plenty of people were familiar with: it was the project bathroom, with a toilet that was rarely used, and a shower stall that was theoretically functional...though no one would be happy to test that hypothesis.

"Just didn't want to put anymore holes in the wall; is that it?" Ash asked, looming in the face of his companion.

Having whisked Nick away from the rest of the raucous party, Ash wasn't at all worried about the volume of their conversation. Music was blasting so loud in the background that they almost had to yell to hear each other in a space barely larger than a phone booth, and bass thumped through the exposed walls with such intensity that no one would suspect a thing, when they got down to proper business.

"Hardly any wall left to put holes in, dude."

"At least that means you've got some nice, sturdy two-by-fours to grab onto."

Nick took his shot with Ash in the kitchen. The white, fluffy Samoyed was looking to ring in the new year with an appropriate bang, and among all of the faces in the crowd, there were none with such an intense gaze as the hellhound that he'd spotted from across the room.

Though looks could be deceiving, Ash was doing such a wonderful job of living up to expectations that Nick was starting to wonder if he'd bitten off more than he could chew...but with his pants and boxers barely hanging on an ankle, his legs hiked up high and his entire body lifted from the floor, he had little choice about whether or not he was going to finish his meal.

Big and powerful as a canine could be, Nick was delighted to finally match wits and strength with a man that could keep up with him--overtaking him would be another story--but Ash was already moving the tip of his length into place, against the underside of Nick's cradled rump.

"You sure you'd trust these things to support me?" Nick asked, looking back at the studs with a greater worry in his gaze. Dust and cobwebs weren't much to be concerned with, but the subtle creeeeak of tired wood didn't instill any confidence in the fluffy purebred. "If you weren't holding me up right now, we'd probably end up crashing through the wall."

"And then we'd get to see if that room was occupied or not," Ash joked. "But I think I prefer the tighter confines...and the lockable door."

The hellhound was watching Nick at the party, having taken a shine to the Samoyed well before the latter was aware of those distant affections.

With such a perfect opportunity to take, and such a tight grasp around his target already, Ash didn't feel like being interrupted; he didn't mind putting on a show after the clock struck midnight on a new year, but to send the old one out on the highest note, he needed a chance to put on a solo performance.

He did his best work with a single target, and the warm, squirming pucker of the fluffier canine was proving too pleasurable a thing to leave alone any longer. Precum was already gathering at that orifice, pooling against the tiny ring of exposed pink, but they'd already pushed a generous helping of lube against that spot.

That they pulled it from the tired, faceless vanity in a train wreck of a bathroom meant that it could have been far beyond the expiration date, but as far as Ash could tell, and as deep as Nick could feel, it was doing the job just fine.

"You...y-you know we're gonna miss the ball drop for this, right?" Nick asked, vocalizing that last bit of hesitance in an otherwise eager body. "You sure that I'm worth all that?"

Ash didn't want to reveal too much of himself just then: the burning red in his sclera would have been a clue to anyone that he was more than the wild dog that he appeared to be, but if one only considered his coloration and the unique, chaotic patterns of cooling lava along his arms and legs, they might have missed what a dark secret he was harboring.

In that regard, he'd seen the coming of more new years than most people would in their entire lives, but his existence as a demonic presence didn't need to be revealed just yet; a few more drinks worth of alcohol and a few more hours of exhaustion might change that, but in the moment, he kept the truth to himself, preferring to lean the weight of his hips forth and express his opinion with the opening thrust.

"We'll grab a champagne flute on the way back upstairs," Ash offered, moving his hips in a long, slow draw, allowing the Samoyed to adjust to the plentiful length and impressive girth of that warm, canine flesh. "And act like we were there the whole time; no one will ever know we were gone."

A traditionalist, Nick wanted to count down the new year with the rest of the crowd at the party, but a single thrust provided an internal warmth unlike anything he'd ever known--another clue to Ash's unique origin--and the soothing, rolling waves of pleasure that followed proved a greater thrill than any new year's countdown he could recall.

Relaxing his ankles over the shoulders of the hellhound, Nick adjusted himself to allow Ash to fold him up just a little bit tighter, wanting to give his fellow canine every inch of depth that he could have ever hoped for.

"Don't feel like r-racing the clock, then?" Nick teased. "Like trying to beat the countdown?"

"I didn't think you wanted to rush through the moment."

Nick winced as the full length of that impossibly heated flesh sunk into his backside, stuffing him to such a point that the delicate press of Ash's sack came to rest against the taut curve of his rump.

He couldn't believe that taking someone as gifted as Ash would be so easy, but every step of the way, he found a greater pleasure imbued on his flesh, and a greater distance between himself, and his concerns with trying to keep up with the passage of time.

"Just always thought it'd be f-fun to do a countdown fuck," Nick confessed. "But I've got no idea what time it is-

"Neither do I," Ash butted in.

"So don't go at me like it's the end of the year," Nick carried his thought on with a sharpening grin, his length bouncing against his own stomach with the weight of the next thrust. "Go at me like it's..._nnf..._like it's the e-end of the world, big guy..."

For how easily Ash convinced the large, fluffy canine to join him in the basement, that was the first bit of push back that Nick was able to offer.

A wicked grin took Ash's muzzle as he leaned his full weight into the next thrust, forcing Nick to decide if he wanted to cry aloud with growing bliss, or try to stifle the sound for the fear of getting caught; there would be no more dominance from Nick.

Even a suggestion was unlikely, as Ash buried his claws into the small of the canine's back and pumped forth, letting the wall bear a greater portion of that physical burden so his hips could move with all the freedom that they wished.

"If we only had a little more time, I'd make you eat those words," Ash warned his new plaything. Narrowed eyes carried plenty enough lust in their gaze, but just above, the furrow of his brow told of a very real_frustration about the hellhound...one that was felt not only in the Samoyed, but in the walls behind him when Ash gave his first _sincere thrust. "But since time is of the essence, I'm happy to abide your request; careful making any more of them."

A streak of precum gushed from the tip of Nick's member, leaving a faint, off-color cream in the otherwise fluffy and unblemished fields of his white fur--just the stern tone in Ash's warning was enough to push the submissive canine to the brink--and a sudden jump in pace left Nick struggling to answer, as deep, hammering thrusts stretched out the internal grip of a formerly tightened pucker.

That tailhole continued to stretch with every pass, making it all too easy for Ash to establish a domineering and ferocious pace. "S...sorry," Nick offered the best apology he could, but the words were as weak as his grip on the studs: the boy was already losing it, and every time he thought_he was keeping up with Ash's pace, the hellhound moved a little faster, his hips embodying exactly what it meant to move with a canine's speed. "I won't...d-do it again..._nnnfuck..."

"Damn straight," Ash licked the end of his grinning muzzle and demonstrated just how powerful he truly was...not with another thrust, but with the shift of his grip, forcing Nick's back from the wall. "You'll lie there and take it like a good little bitch..."

Lie there? Nick wondered, as his body was pulled up and into Ash's own. What does he mean by that?

Being pummeled by such a powerful man was already a rush, but the head rush came when Ash showed off even more of his impressive strength, cradling Nick into his own body for just long enough to guide him to the ground.

With unforgiving tiles below, Nick was glad that he didn't meet the floor with excessive force, but just as he tried to take in a breath, he felt his legs being pushed back; his body was folded with all the ease of a lawn chair, and just above his helpless frame, Ash was looming with budding lust and seemingly inhuman strength.

"You're...y-you're insatiable ," Nick claimed, feeling the tip of Ash's length push into his gaping pucker once more. He didn't bother trying to lift his legs, as the weight of the hellhound pressed down against them: he knew a struggle would be wasted effort on two levels.

The first was the fact that Ash had him outclassed, by an unknown factor.

The second was how much of a turn-on it was to be overtaken by a stronger man--something he'd always wanted, but rarely encountered--and what a waste it would have been to throw away that opportunity.

"You have no idea, Nick...but by the end of the night? You might have a clue."

Somewhere in the background, the sound of the crowd was growing louder, but the fear of missing midnight was far and away from Nick, by then.

He couldn't think of anything beyond the crimson gaze that forced his ears back into a submissive fold...beyond the driving, hammering weight of the hellhound's cock, stretching his asshole with an unreal, canine pace.

"Fuck... oohfuck , Ash! I'm g-gonna-

"Just do it," his voice was surprisingly dry, but so demanding that Nick didn't stop to question it. As juices leapt from the tip of his own cock, painting the valley of his torso and leaving streaks of off-white across his chest, Nick found it a struggle to breathe as much as it was to take every inch of the wild dog...

...and that was before the weight of a full, throbbing knot sunk itself into the impossibly tight space of Nick's taken tailhole.

"And now, the real countdown begins," Ash claimed. Riding out the bliss of his own release, there was a new quiet in the bathroom, as flesh came to rest upon flesh, instead of hammering against it with relentless passion. A tied knot kept their bodies riddled with shared bliss, and the volume of Ash's cum flooded Nick from within, leaving them with a mess to worry about in the near future...but they wouldn't bother wiping it up from such a dirty floor.

"Wh...w-what countdown is that?" Nick asked.

"To see if we come untied for round two this year, or next..."