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Dating Out

Chapter Six

By Roofles

Corey stopped outside the address he'd been given, double checking the text before looking up at the place.

On the corner of the street stood a three-story building with a gated fence around it that Corey had to type a passcode just to enter inside. The yard was well trimmed, and the British shorthair waved at the gardener out front pruning the privacy hedges separating the house from its neighbors. The yard didn't appear to be as large from outside than it was in. There was enough room for a small fountain and a bountiful garden full of colorful hydrangeas, delphiniums, lilacs, and foxgloves that Corey knew his mother would've loved to see.

The place looked like a cottage that had been plucked from the countryside and plopped down in the middle of the city. Vines of ivy grew around the black iron bars of the gate and were a lush green, vibrant and captivating.

It felt as if it were out of a story book than an actual building someone lived in. Let alone in the city.

"Why the hell does he come over to my place when he has a place like this?" The feline grumbled about it. His place was so small and messy in comparison. Yet, Maxwell preferred coming over and spending time with him there instead of this wonderful slice of nature.

Corey hadn't even realized he'd stopped until the gardener said something. The feline lowering his phone down, about to take a picture to send his mother when the red squirrel spoke up with a Scottish accent.

"Ey, there fella'. You lookin' for the master of the house? You look mighty dandy in that get up. Oi, Maxwell, that dog, always spoilin' the ones he likes." The squirrel chittered as Corey nodded along with a blush. He had been thankful for the coat Maxwell had gotten him. The dusty gray overcoat worked perfect with the newsboy cap he wore, helping against the cold chill in the air that morning.

His old coat hadn't been the best during the rainy season and Maxwell had quickly gifted him the jacket. A jacket Corey wore almost every day since. It was one of the nicest things he owned. A gift from the Irish wolfhound only made it that much more special. It even smell faintly of the canine. Corey would never admit he liked that.

"Yes, is he home? I thought..." Corey paused, glancing around the garden. It was a breath of nature in the city, and it was far more refreshing than he'd thought it would be. "Is he not in? Should I come back at a later date? I am a little early..." Corey didn't want to admit he had nothing better to do than come an hour early to meet up with Maxwell that day.

The idea of seeing the canine had excited him and his tail swished nervously behind him, hoping it wasn't too evident how much he was looking forward to seeing the canine. His canine. The single thought made the feline pull his cap down over his squishy face, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"Ye', he in now. Don't go getting skittish on me," the red squirrel chittered at him. It sounded as if he were laugh the way he chittered. "He should be upstairs. Still snoozin', I'd imagine." The squirrel glanced up as if to check the time of day. The dark clouds overhead made it difficult. "Little early to be droppin' by out of the blue like this. Unless you got some ulterior motives I need to know about." The red squirrel gave him the side eye with a knowing smirk on his chubby cheeked face.

"I'm expected," Corey felt a warm flush take his cheeks as he tried to explain. "H-he said I could drop by whenever a-and, well..."

"Don't go getting' yo' tail all in a knot. I'll leave the knotting to Maxwell. I'm just pulling your full cheeks," the squirrel laughed loudly as he chittered on. "I know who ye' is."

"Right," Corey nodded along feeling even stupider for assuming the gardener hadn't been told about it.

The two of them had been close these past three weeks, Maxwell and Corey. After the time that day, they'd spent together. They had been nearly inseparable since. Waking up tied to the older gentleman that morning had forced Corey to get used to the idea of being, at the time, literally attached to the canine. Maxwell had been just as shocked as he was that the older canine was still tied to the feline, though the dog found the whole thing amusing while Corey thought he'd die from embarrassment.

A cat tied to a dog was a shame on his family. One he would gladly take to his grave.

The two had spent the rest of the afternoon like that. Maxwell was far stronger than he looked, and the large Irish wolfhound easily carried the tied feline around his apartment until things loosened enough for Corey to "pop" off and run into the bathroom to clean up. Maxwell had cleaned up shortly after and, still, found the whole thing amusing. Teasing Corey about it the rest of the evening.

"It's a natural biological reaction," Maxwell tried to comfort the feline who refused to look him in the face after what had happened.

"I know! It doesn't make it any less... I mean, holy hell, Maxwell. You had to carry me around my apartment!" The feline just covered his face, mrowing out. "I could feel you still twitching..." The feline's fluffy plump tail curled inwards at the thought and he just made another sound only a disturbed cat could make.

"Yes, I recall." Maxwell covered his mouth with a hand, stifling another laugh. "And every time you squeezed around me, well, it only added another five minutes to the wait..." The canine just had to bring up and Corey threw himself onto the sofa, burying his face underneath the pillows. "Next time, we'll both know what to expect, at least."

"Next time?" Corey wasn't sure if he had it in his poor feline heart to go through that experience again.

Yet, the horny part of his brain was looking forward to it.

There was something about being tied to the larger, older, stronger male that left Corey shivering with delight. The control and power Maxwell held over him. Tied like that. The feline unable to resist or refuse him... It made his fur stand up just thinking about it. How Maxwell only needed to use one arm to hold him, carrying him around as if he were luggage. It had been so intimately secure that Corey felt empty without the canine knotted to his plump ass.

Every move the canine had made... every step with those long, muscular legs... just how his knot rubbed over his insides, over his tail hole during that past hour of relaxing and tightening once more around the thinner part of Maxwell's cock. The way the dog fit so perfect inside Corey; it was as if he were made to "Wear" the feline, a crude joke Maxwell couldn't help but make.

"Like putting on a slipper." Maxwell wagged. "You're my glass slipper. Though, that would make me Cinderella. And frankly, I'm unsure if I'm comfortable with that." He chuckled jubilantly. "It fit so well though it's hard to compare it to anything else! Your fairy dog father, giving you the perfect... fit for the ball. My balls that is."

"Maxwell, please! For the love of all that is holy." Corey hissed, covering his face as the dog laughed. This was exactly why cats and dogs couldn't be together. There was too much risk of the feline clawing the canine's face off.

"A slipper for my bone, that is." Maxwell smiled as the feline groaned. "You made similar sounds as well." The cat tried to crawl further under the pillow. "It was like a tea cozy over a tea pot. You fit so nicely, looking so cute, while my steaming hot-,"

"Stop! Stop, please, I beg of you. I'm going to die if you keep this up." Corey deflated and the Irish wolfhound finally eased up his teasing. Kissing two fingers before putting them on the feline's rump.

"Until next time..." Maxwell said, staring at the round curves of the feline's plump rear end. "Until next time," he growled under his breath, sliding those fingers between the feline's cheeks and along his crack...

The British shorthair felt another powerful shiver take him, rooting him to the spot as it ran over his body making his short poofy tail puff out even more than it naturally was. Corey really shouldn't be thinking such lewd thoughts weeks later, let alone as he stood outside Maxwell's quaint family home now.

Their schedules hadn't matched over the past couple of weeks and though the two texted constantly, even calling one another, Corey didn't have the pleasure of feeling Maxwell's warm embrace since that day in the apartment.

Sensing Corey's concern, the Irish wolfhound had promised him that it had been the highlight of the year for him and that he was looking forward to spending more time together in the future. It was simply their schedules unable to coincide with one other.

"We fit perfectly together." Maxwell had teased over the phone as Corey fidgeted in his bed.

"Maxwell!" Corey meowed at the teasing.

"Perfectly in my lap," the older canine growled as he rubbed the air in front of him as if the feline was there now sitting on him. "Such a snug, tight fit. Just the right size for me. My perfect pocket pussy to hold and fu-,"

"Please," Corey squirmed. "Evening thinking about it..." He groaned into the pillow. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, my sweet kitten." Maxwell replied and it only made Corey's tail lash quicker. "If only our scheduled matched. Maybe I should just hire you to be my butler," the dog mused, and the feline went stiff on the other line.

"Don't you dare think about it!" Corey warned. Maxwell already was.

"You'd look so cute in a maid uniform. Walking around, all your... curves on display." The dog licked his lips. "Don't even have to wear underwear. Giving me a peak every now and then at the goods when he bend over to dust something..."

"Butler's don't wear maid uniforms!" Corey hissed.

"Don't worry. I'm very flexible with this idea." Maxwell explained as if he was open to the idea of Corey wearing whatever uniform he wanted him to, while implying other things.

Corey didn't answer and Maxwell figured he'd teased his poor kitten enough.

"Of course, if you ever in need. I could give you my address. In case of any emergencies that might pop up in my absence." Maxwell said over the phone. "Or if you just miss me." His tail wagged at the idea. "As I miss you."

"Don't tempt me. I might come over this second..." Corey warned, and he got a gruff bark of a laugh from the other line.

"I'll tempt away then! It would be the highlight of my month," Maxwell proudly proclaimed. He liked to say that. Highlight of his week, of the hour, of the month... all whenever Corey could see or talk to him. Maxwell just seemed to enjoy the feline's company and Corey greatly appreciated that.

It made him feel warm and bubbly inside like a tea pot about to steam and whistle.

"Max..." Corey covered his face with the pillow.

"There is a gate code and a house code, different numbers keep in mind. Please do not share either of them with anyone else. I have had... unsavory ex's in the past that would love to get ahold of this information. I'm giving it to you because I trust you, my dear sweet Kitten." Maxwell had been serious at first, but his words had warmed up like fresh honey and he practically purred them out by the end as he poured them out over Corey's naked body making the feline's toes curl.

He loved the sound of that warm, heavy, deep voice growling in his ear.

"Why give it to me then..?" Corey felt his ears splayed out. "I mean," he wrote down the info as Maxwell told him it. "We're just... I mean." He gripped the phone tighter, unsure what to say.

There had been numerous times things had fallen through once Corey had put a name to what they were in the past. A relationship? A friendship with benefits? Occasional fuck buddies or, just, acquaintances? Putting a name on things made it real and for some people, that scared them off. They'd pack up their metaphorical bags and hightail it out of there. Corey would rarely hear back from them after that.

Not unless they were looking for a quickie, and even then, they seemed to have moved on just as fast as they came. Corey had always worried that he was bad in the bedroom. Maxwell had assured him he was absolutely perfect, and the feline needed that kind of encouragement. Things that others would never talk about, Maxwell did with him.

He, Maxwell, had been so perfect and Corey... Corey was afraid to lose that. To lose him.

The age difference didn't matter to Corey. In fact, it turned the younger feline on. Maxwell was so mature and yet still had a young, youthful heart at times. Teasing and playing with the feline's heartstrings as if it were a violin. The way Maxwell could joke with him one second then, caressing and holding his face, whisper the sweetest of words that Corey could feel tears in his eyes after hearing them...

It had all been so perfect that Corey was afraid of getting in his own way by trying to rush this. Not wanting to look this gift horse, or dog, in the mouth even if Maxwell had a bad habit of yawning facing towards him.

Not wanting to scare Maxwell off, the feline had just shut down on the spot instead of risk saying more. Unsure what to say or do exactly in that situation. How do you act when you were dating someone? It's been so long since Corey had gone on an actual date, he had to relearn the basics from the start.

His growing insecurities and worries making it impossible to say anything until the dog spoke up, sensing his discomfort on the topic.

"Corey," Maxwell said his name with such love it felt like his hands were on him, once more. They engulfed the smaller feline, covering Corey's entire hands as Maxwell joined them together, getting the cat to look up at him. "I have visited your place several times now. You have yet to ask to come visit mine... I do not know if you are worried about it because of my situation or if there is some other unseen factor in it. If I made you uncomfortable, please just let me know so I can rectify it post haste! I do not want to lose what we have between us."

"No. It's just. Me..." Corey admitted, feeling guilty. "I don't have the best track record in. This... whatever this is between us. I mean... Just..."

"Dating?" Maxwell asked and the feline finally looked up at him. His large eyes glancing up to look at the Irish wolfhounds scruffy face. The canine smile meeting his eyes during their last encounter. A simple date out in the misty morning of London. Maxwell had gifted him his coat that morning, worried Corey didn't have the proper attire for the weather. Worried about Corey's health and wellbeing, even going so far as to cancel their date early so Corey wouldn't risk getting sick. Always putting him first. "It has been some time for me as well to date, again. I never thought I would! I never dreamt of it, not until I met you, Corey."

The feline felt that creeping warmth come back to his face. He wasn't sure how this canine could keep getting under his fur like this so often. Maxwell neglected to mention the sexual encounters he had previously. Those had been in quick, no-name hook ups to relieve the canines built up needs after his marriage.

None had wished to stick around for tea. Not like Corey had. To hang out with the older male and get to know him past what he was packing.

"You have yet to make the first move, to come over to my place that is. So, I shall risk taking that initiative in inviting you over myself! Whenever you please." Maxwell winked. "Do be kind to my heart though, my sweet Corey. If you show up in the middle of the night, I will assume it is with devious intent and will have to follow through on such desire and ravage you like a starving hound finding a succulent feast placed before him. I do hope you understand. I am a man and have my needs."

Corey blushed even further at that. The two hadn't yet been together like that since the time Maxwell had come over to his place. It was hard to do something like that without planning the rest of the day around being tied to the large Irish wolfhound. Something Maxwell had warned him about, though had never refused if Corey had been interest.

The feline had been flabbergasted about it. The time Maxwell had offered to do it right there, in the middle of the park, behind some bushes despite the risks involved. Corey couldn't figure out how canines did it! You couldn't just hook up without risking the fear of knotting your partner. It would be easier to do it at night than during the day or risk being Maxwell's carry on, again.

The thought made the feline's toes clench. It had been so intimate, and Maxwell had been so gentle, carrying him around like that. It had been... wonderfully embarrassing situation to be put in.

And that was the very reason why Corey had shown up at Maxwell's residence the following weekend after getting his friend to cover his shift. He needed this. Corey wanted to see Maxwell and wanted to be carried around by the canine again. Or whatever else Maxwell might have in mind.

Maybe just to cuddle him. Nose him. Sniff him and know him in ways that would make his parents cry if they ever found out.

He would never admit that though. The risk of telling the Irish wolfhound such dark desires would lead to trouble, Corey knew. Maxwell was holding back as it was for his sake. If the wolfhound caught a whiff of Corey's lewd thoughts, there was no hope for the feline to escape from being ravaged.

"I hope I'm not overstepping his boundaries," Corey felt the need to knock on the gate and got a look from the gardener. Chuckling uncomfortably, the feline typed in the passcode and opened the gate in front of the front door.

He wanted to knock again but felt the gardeners judgmental eyes on him and proceeded inside.

Thinking it best to text Maxwell again, Corey typed a quick message out before trying the door. It was unlocked and he stepped inside, wanting to get out of the chill of misty morning. His fur was slightly damp from the mist in the air. Stepping inside, Corey knocked again on the door after opening it, to be polite, and felt sillier for doing so. He was just glad the red squirrel kept his opinion to himself.

There had been two locked gates. Locking the front door didn't seem necessary. Which was good because Corey was not given a key... yet. Was Maxwell going to give him a key? Were they that far in their relationship? He felt a creeping blush fill his face and blamed it on the cold air as he shut the door behind him.

"Maxwell?" Corey called inside the dark room. Trying to overcome his self-doubts, the feline took off his jacket and hung up his hat behind the door. Even going so far as to take his shoes off before walking further into the home.

There was a chandelier in the walkway and Corey wasn't sure where to even begin with that. It was studded with diamonds and Corey hoped they weren't real. He might be tempted to swipe one. There were open halls branching off from the main and Corey tried not to let his cat's curiosity get the best of him as he took the first right and headed up the stairs to the second floor.

Maxwell had mentioned his office and bedroom were on the second floor. Assuming he was there, Corey poked his nose there first. It was just as nice as the first and a long rug had been stretched out in the hallway. It was easier on his feet as Corey began checking the doors one by one.

"Maxwell?" He asked, checking his phone again before peeking inside the room. It was a nice, cozy study with books covering the wall and a large armchair in front of a fireplace. Corey recalled it was the one Maxwell had mentioned when the feline had first messaged the dog, before knowing anything about him.

The one where Maxwell had sent him a picture of his robe but not with the dog within it. Corey chuckled at that. They had only known each other for roughly two months, and they already had such fond memories together.

Peaking in the next door, he found a small kitchenette where he was sure Maxwell got his tea from on the second floor. Then there was a bathroom that had marble counters and heated tiled floors. After that was a side bedroom for guests. Corey wondered if he could, maybe, stay there sometime... and, finally, the last one was a master bedroom.

"Maxwell?" Corey asked once more, his voice softening after each attempt to locate the canine as if worried he'd wake the dog up at this point. Or get caught red handed doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

Maxwell had invited him, why was Corey so damn nervous about it? It must be a cat thing. His excuse whenever his insecurities got the best of him.

The bedroom was tucked into the far corner of the second floor. It had a large square rug over the wooden floor, keeping his paws from touching the cold wood. Maxwell seemed to enjoy these rugs. They were soft on Corey's feet and provided plenty of support for the small feline. It must do wonders for a man of Maxwell's height and build. In one corner of the room was a chair, a coat draped over the front. Corey recognized it as Maxwell's.

Along with the smell permeating every corner of the room as if the wolfhound had rolled around even on the books tucked into the small bookshelf in the wall.

The room smelled the strongest so far and the feline froze, sniffing Maxwell's rich aroma in the air. This was clearly his bedroom and Corey, if he were a better feline, would've turned back around and left such a private place alone. He was no such feline and Corey ducked inside the room, shutting the door quickly behind him as if hiding from the bobby.

Peaking around the corner, Corey looked over the bedroom.

A large closet took up half the wall across from the luxurious-looking bed pushed against the far corner. It was covered with chocolate velvet sheets and Corey had to resist the urge to jump into them as if they were Maxwell's arms opening up to receive him in a warm, musky embrace. They looked so warm and inviting the feline was already purring at the thought of being tucked into their comfort. Sink into those silken folds and just disappear from the world. The window was right next to the bed, and, during summer, Corey could see a warm ray of sunlight slipping through the curtains right on the bed.

"Beautiful," a tear ran down the feline's cheek.

If, by some miracle, he was still with Maxwell come next summer. Corey was going to sleep in that warm ray of sunlight on that bed come hell or high water. If a bear could hibernate in winter, then surely a feline could do the same in summer in a ray of sunlight.

Stepping further into the room, Corey looked over the various things on the long dresser pushed against the wall near the door. There was Maxwell's wallet, his cufflinks, the old canine's pocket watch and a pair of reading glasses.

Then something that caught the feline's attention.

It was a framed picture of the older Irish wolfhound standing next to a far younger version of himself. It took Corey longer than it should have to realize it was Maxwell's son that he'd mentioned a couple of times previously. The one that had helped Maxwell try out the app they had met on.

That was going to be an increasingly awkward conversation if he ever met Maxwell's son. He looked about the same age as Corey did and the feline did not want to open that can of worms right now.

"Did Maxwell look like this in his youth?" Corey thought that over, thinking of the older canine as a younger man. Even if he were younger, he wouldn't be any lest virile. Age had done nothing to calm that canine's libido when he got going.

A snort behind Corey made the feline jump, nails springing out as he practically jumped onto the ceiling as his head snapped around to look at the bed.

In the tangled web of sheets, he spied a foot poking out and Corey froze on the spot. The bed was so large and full of blankets, he hadn't even noticed that someone was sleeping underneath it all. The weight of the heavy canine sunk the mattress in and Maxwell foot twitched as he snorted again. His toes splayed out, his long leg stretching before flopping back down. Sound asleep and oblivious to the silent feline's snooping, the dog continued his late morning slumber.

"I should just leave," Corey said and, if he been a better feline, he would've.

Instead, Corey crept over on silent paw steps to investigate further. It was a silly thing, really. Corey had never seen Maxwell asleep, and he was curious how the canine looked. If he was a drooling mess as he assumed all canines were when they slept, or would he be cute like Corey was when he slept. That might be because of his cat bias talking, though.

The bed didn't have a headboard. Instead, it was just a very large, long mattress that had been plopped onto the floor. Corey figured with Maxwell's height; the canine would have difficulties finding any bed where his feet didn't drape off the end and chose the largest one he could get. At Corey's place, Maxwell had to suffer with a quarter of his leg and paws off the end of the bed. Or scrunched up uncomfortably to share the blanket with the much shorter feline.

The Irish wolfhound really was all leg.

Maxwell's place had been built in mind with someone of the canine's height and lengthy build. The ceiling, even within the room, was vaulted and it gave Corey plenty of space to snoop around in. Even the doorways had been built with the taller breed canine in mind. Corey felt small like a child going through the doors as he tip toed around Maxwell's place.

"Speaking of paws," Corey smirked at the canine's large paw padded foot poking out. Like Maxwell's hands, the canine had very large paws. Each toe had a thick dark gray paw pad on them with a dull thick nail at the end of the toe. Full pads with fur poking between them. Scruffy and furry like the rest of the Irish wolfhound.

Sneaking closer, Corey glanced up towards the head of the bed before reaching a hand out to poke one of the canine's toes. The dog didn't even react as Corey's finger pressed against the full paw pad, indenting into it before springing back. It was warm to the touch and, even from where he stood, Corey could smell the potent smell coming from them.

They were wide and thick. Paw pads that could support Maxwell's weight. They were rough to the touch and lightened the closer to the center they went as if worn down from constant use. And that smell. The deep earthy smell. A mix between that, the canine's potent musk and corn chips.

Corey chuckled at that.

"Damn, Maxwell. When was the last time you bathed." The feline teased as he ran his finger up to the center pad. "Maxwell," he said slightly louder as he pressed his finger against the center pad. The canine didn't even twitch as the feline rubbed the finger around in semi circles over it. The middle of the paw pad was smooth compared to the rougher outer edges.

Maxwell groaned from the feel of his paws being rubbed and Corey had to cover a laugh. He might have to treat Maxwell to a rub sometime if he reacted like this! The feline already thinking of wicked ideas now seeing how deep Maxwell slept.

Now that Corey thought about it, the canine hadn't asked for rubs or pets of any kind. He was always so respectful of the feline that he hadn't pressured Corey into doing anything a canine normally would ask of their partner or close friend.

It was rather queer of the canine, pun intended, for him not to do so.

"Are you a dog who doesn't enjoy a good rub?" Corey's tail swayed as he got down on his knees in front of the Irish wolfhounds paws and began rubbing over them with both hands now.

Pressing his thumbs against the center paw pad, Corey splayed Maxwell's toes out and smiled down at them. He took a guilty sniff of the fur between the pads and wrinkled his nose from the smell.

"I wonder if he'd let me..." Corey shook his head as he got back up, moving towards the head of the bed now to wake Maxwell up. "Rise and shine, sunshine." Corey pulled the blanket back to reveal the sleeping wolfhound in the bed.

Maxwell didn't even fidget from the removal of the sheets. Corey held them up, looking down at the drooling canine and concluded that, yes, Maxwell drooled like any dog would in his sleep. He was still cute with his muzzle scrunched up like that, pressed against the pillow.

"I had such high hopes for you," Corey sighed, shaking his head.

Smacking his lips, Maxwell let out a loud, long yawn before rolling onto his back. He wasn't wearing anything, and Corey eyes drifted down his body before snapping back up to his face.

"Sorry," Corey said in no more than a whisper. "Maybe I should come back when you're, uh, decent?"

"Or you could get in with me?" The canine yawned and Corey's nails sprung out of his hands as he became rooted to the spot. Feeling like a child having his dad walk in on him when doing something inappropriate, the feline blushed.

Scratching his chest, Maxwell's eyes opened slowly. They blinked several times before looking over at Corey. Then down over the feline's body.

"But, I have a rule for my bed, kitten." The dog yawned, sitting up enough to turn and rest on his side facing the startled feline. Maxwell lifted a knee up and posed for the feline, the sheets barely covering his groin as he gave a smug smile at the cat.

"W-what's that?" Corey gulped as if expecting a form of punishment. Or possibly looking forward to it.

Maxwell gave him another once over before, covering his mouth this time, yawned as he rested back down.

"If you wish to join me, you can't be wearing anything. The fabric fusses with the sheets." The canine said before turning around and facing towards the wall. He hadn't grabbed Corey or coerced him into bed. Just giving him the option to join him if he desired to do so.

Something Corey was struggling with far more than if Maxwell had just reached out, undressed him and tossed him onto the bed. Getting on all fours above him and just dominating the feline as he had done in that bedroom so many weeks ago.

Corey blush only grew in intensity as he looked away, waiting for Maxwell to say more. He didn't. The canine was snoring again, and Corey was left a little speechless.

Here he was, showing up at Maxwell's place and the canine had gone back to sleep? Then, after a moment of agonizing about it, Corey realized what it meant. Maxwell had said it previously. That he trusted the feline. All of this, even Corey showing up so early in the morning, was just a matter of trust.

It wasn't a game or some kind of trick. Maxwell hadn't set all this up as some elaborate test for the feline to pass. Maxwell trusted Corey and if the feline was comfortable with it, he could join him and if he wasn't? He didn't have to, and Maxwell wouldn't hold that against Corey.

"Sure..." Corey finally said, and the wolfhound stirred, just enough to assist him.

Reaching back, Maxwell moved the chocolate silk sheets aside, giving Corey plenty of space to join him. In the same spot Maxwell had previously been in. The idea of that musky warm spot was too tantalizing for a feline to skip on, and Corey quickly disrobed and joined him.

He hadn't realized how cool the morning was until he was standing there in the buff. His short gray fur helped but it was nothing like the warmth that met him when he crawled into that bed. He sunk into the spot, melting away as he began to purr.

The sheets were so soft and smooth. They were warmed from the sleeping canines body and had a musky scent to them. The sheets, and bedding, were warm and slightly damp. It took Corey a second to realize that Maxwell had been sweating underneath these sheets and, as he pulled them up over him and turned to face the canine, he saw Maxwell's back was perspiring slightly.

Maxwell had scooted a fraction of an inch backwards and Corey's short snout pushed against the canine's sweaty back and Corey let out an involuntary squeak from that. Maxwell tensed but didn't comment on it. Corey was thankful for that as he buried his face against Maxwell's back, trying to hide what he had done.

His arms wormed their way around the canine's side and hugged him closer, the feline clinging to his back and body and finding warmth within it. The smell coming from the canine was enough to coax Corey back to sleep, until the canine spoke.

"You can scoot closer," Maxwell's voice was soft and warm, and Corey shivered hearing it as they laid like this next to each other. "Or is it too much...?"

"Too much?" Corey asked as he pulled back. Maxwell looked over his shoulder at the feline before letting out a breath. He turned carefully and laid on his back, looking at Corey. He reached out a hand, pausing, before petting the side of the feline's face. Hesitation and worry written all over Maxwell's face and muzzle as he looked him in the eye.

"Is my spot sweaty?" Maxwell asked and the feline touched it. He knew it was but felt the need to visibly check.

"Uh, well... yeah." Corey nodded meekly and the canine looked away at that as his ears pulled back.

"My apologies, Corey. I am happy to see you, please do not get me wrong. You showing up this morning has been, well, it's been the highlight of today! Heh... If, if I had known you were coming though, I'd have changed out the sheets at least..." Maxwell's ears folded back as he explained his concern.

"Oh." Corey blinked several times. "Why?" The feline asked and the canine sat up.

"Because it is unclean, filthy, and sweaty. I can't help my breed, at times. We Irish are known for sweating. Sweatzers, some call us." Maxwell smiled at the joke, but it didn't meet his eyes. The concern he had was very real and Corey was the one needing to explain. "I did not mean to offend you, my sweet kitten. Please, if you give me a couple minutes. I will redo the bed before we sleep together, again. Even if it does bring joy to my heart to see you join me like this, I do not want to put you off."

"Um," Corey muttered a bit, not looking at the Irish wolfhound. "I-is it okay if we don't?"

"Don't?" Maxwell's floppy ears perked at that. "You are not perturbed or turned off by... by lying in my night sweat? You see, at night, the heater kicks on. I can't figure the blasted thing out. My fur is very thick during the winter seasons and-and..." Maxwell stammered out quickly in a hurried rush as he blushed.

"Maxwell," Corey chuckled as he placed a hand on his side. "I'm here. I didn't jump out or run away or get turned off..." The feline glanced towards the door before lowering his voice. "It feels really nice to be... I mean. In your bed. After you slept in it... to be here, in your spot. Feel your sweat soak into my fur and just..."

Maxwell took a second to digest that information. He blinked several times before his face split in a large smile.

"Oh," he said as if understanding. "I see, I see... And here I was worried I would be the only one in this relationship to be into that." The dog tapped a clawed finger on the bed between them as he thought it over. "Interesting. Very, very interesting..."

"That what?" Corey asked and the Irish wolfhound just smiled as he rested back.

"Nothing, my dear sweet kitten. Just me thinking out loud." And the wolfhound rested back, both hands behind his head as he lifted his arms up and exposed his armpits for the feline to see. Maxwell's thick, darker gray furred lightened up and had streaks of white on parts of his body. Like along his chin, chest, groin and, as Corey soon discovered, in his armpits. "I am just glad you are here, kitten. I hope you will cuddle close, even if we are both unclothed and... sweaty."

Corey was staring and had to pull his eyes away from the spot.

"What did you say? Oh, yeah. Sure! No problem. I'm still, adjusting." Corey swallowed, feeling suddenly very warm. "Do we have plans today?" He asked as he scooted closer, snuggling up to Maxwell's side. It was damp, like the sheets were. Maxwell radiated heat and Corey was beginning to sweat just from being in such close proximity to it.

He wondered what it would be like in summer. Would they sleep in the same bed? Would Maxwell kick the sheets off? What if he rolled over in his sleep and crushed the feline under him? His large, heavy, sweaty, hot, musky, furry body pressing down on him as the canine drooled and snored...

Corey gulped just thinking about it.

"The only plan I have today, is spending time with you." Maxwell turned his muzzle down to kiss between Corey's ears before turning away. "I snore. And drool. I'm hot and sweaty." He just said, ticking each thing off on a hand. "If you sleep with me, you'll be getting very... wet and sticky." The Irish wolfhound chuckled.

"I see," Corey blushed further. "When was the last time you did your sheets?"

"Couple nights ago." Maxwell glanced down at the feline tucked under his arm. The canine pulled him closer, squeezing that smaller, plump male next to him. Corey felt good in his arms. He had a girth to him, but it was mostly extra skin. Giving him an extremely comfortable feel and Maxwell greedy groped the feline's sides with a hand. Feeling all of him. Grope by grope as the feline fidgeted and meowed at the canine but never told him to stop. "It's not bothering you, is it?"

"No. Was just asking..." Corey turned his short snout and pushed it against Maxwell's side. He smelled. The heat of the canine, combined with his sweaty fur was making the feline lull into a blissful slumber. "I like it. You are... so soft and warm..." Corey continued to nose him as he rubbed a hand over Maxwell's side. "You smell so good, like this, in the morning... I'll need a shower later but... but until then... this is nice."

"Most are put off by it..." Maxwell continued to watch Corey's face, waiting for the feline to change his mind. To pull back and reject him as so many others had. "I might accidentally roll over on you and sweat all over you."

"Sounds. Wonderful..." Corey murmured as he nosed against Maxwell's side.

Curious to see how far his feline was willing to go, Maxwell reached a hand down and pushed the bottom of Corey's muzzle up. Pushing a finger against the button of his chin. Up just enough for the canine to lift up his arm and place it gently down over Corey's face, shoving the feline's nose into his armpit.

Corey's eyes were closed but his cute pink nose twitched and wiggled at the powerful male smell. Maxwell tensed before he felt Corey's hand rest on his chest, fingers gripping it ever so slightly as the feline continued to sniff at him.

"Hot and sweaty, just for you, kitten." Maxwell growled as Corey pushed further into him. Grabbing at his chest, pulling his body up in the bed as he nosed against Maxwell's body. "Oh, kitten..." Maxwell's toes clenched. "I worried so much about inviting you over. Just like how I worried about meeting you. Worry we'll be too different, that we won't get along or won't have enough things in common... You just keep knocking and bouncing all my doubts and concerns away as if you were playing cricket."

Corey began to purr as his body eased up and the fat feline was the first of the two to take a cat nap. Maxwell chuckled at that. He had been waiting in bed for Corey after getting his text. Trying to figure out the best way to get the feline to join him. Who'd have thought all he'd have to do was offer him the chance, the choice?

"You are so... perfect," Maxwell nosed the side of Corey's face. Sniffing him, licking over his cheek as he watched Corey sleep. "How'd I get so lucky to find you...? My sweet, beautiful, kitten..." Maxwell settled back in the bed, planning to join Corey in dreamland for another couple of hours.

Within the hour, Maxwell was snoring. The canine hugging the feline close, as if he were one of his many pillows, before promptly rolling over onto Corey's body and trapping the feline under him. Hugging and holding him close against his chest, letting Corey get lost in the sound of his pounding heart and deep breaths, lulling him back to sleep as the room smelled of Maxwell. The canine keep him close and protected under his heavy musky love.