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Owen paced back and forth in his dorm room like he was pondering a theory. And normally he would have been, or at the very least a reason two books were connected somehow. But he had something bigger to ponder this time. Bigger in a few senses, even… and his name was Milton.

The wolf managed to get stuck in his head after falling on him one fateful day. No, literally. Owen had been laying on a bench in the courtyard with his head buried in Virginia Woolf. You know, a quick afternoon read. And then, in a turn of fate nobody could have predicted, a different kind of wolf came down on top of him. For two seconds his nostrils were stuffed with an earthy musk before the big lump pulled back and let him breathe again. He had to readjust his glasses, but once he did he looked to see a bunch of gray fur under a wifebeater and neckerchief. Then his eyes migrated up and fell upon an unexpected vision.

Two big hazel eyes, the color of a misty forest, with one surrounded by a patch of white fur. A tuft of headfur with frosted tips and two adorably fluffy cheeks also adorned his head. And two perky ears pointed directly at him. Exactly what he was feeling didn't occur to him at the time, but when their eyes connected he felt something in his chest and his stomach. Like something was pulling at them, and pulling specifically toward the wolf. They were locked in this moment for longer than they should have been, but eventually the fact that they were in the middle of campus hit Owen and he managed to get a word out. Then the wolf flew up off him, apologized about ten times, and shifted around a bit before taking off down the campus. Yep, a vision for the ages. One he didn't expect to find again.

And now here he was, pacing around his lamp-lit room waiting for that same vision to come over and… it's a dorm room. You can probably guess. But that was just it. He wanted it. Like, REALLY wanted it. But he'd never been with an anthro before, and he didn't know what to expect. Was it a good idea to go all the way with him at this point? Should they just touch each other for now? Was there even such a thing as a “right time" for any of this? His mind would continue in overdrive trying to answer that question while the wolf in question made his way there.

Milton, for his part, was equally nervous. And still feeling a bit dazed by the whole series of events. Post-smooshing the guy on a bench, the last thing he'd expected was for the human to want to see him again. Not that he was an expert on humans or anything. But from their next meeting onward he felt something grow between them. Almost like some kind of magnetic force. When Owen wasn't around, he found himself wanting him to be. When they were together, his tail didn't stop moving. And, more recently, he was finding it harder and harder to keep his paws off him.

The little guy was just so cute… Those curious brown eyes behind round thin-rimmed glasses, brown headfur (or “hair" as he called it) always brushed back off his face… yeah, his face. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first. He didn't have a muzzle, just a short little nose the same tannish color as his skin and slightly redder lips. And some fuzz that appeared around his chin and jaw from time to time. He referred to it as “five-o-clock shadow" and mentioned that humans grow fur- ahem, hair in distinct patches around their bodies. He'd seen some guys with their shirts off and noted that each one had it growing in different places. Their chests, stomachs, backs, around their faces, on their arms and legs, and even in their armpits… he also found out they don't appreciate it when you stare at them. Go figure. And, best of all, he learned humans could have hair in… other places. Just file all of that under “research."

And then there was his scent. Oh man… his scent. It hit his nose during their first encounter and just lit something up inside him. He didn't know how to describe what it was, all he knew was it sent a deep swooning feeling through his chest and an intense warmth through his stomach and groin. It was so alluring he didn't break out of the trance it had him under until the poor guy finally said something. And then he made his very graceful exit… by running off down the courtyard. Romance.

Anyway, even with all that, he still wasn't quite sure how things were going to go. He almost rocketed out of his fur when Owen proposed meeting in his dorm room, but he still didn't really know what would go down… what if the sex didn't go well? Would they even GET that far? Did Owen even WANT to see him naked? He definitely wanted to see the human naked… among other things. But what if he moved in too fast and freaked him out? Was there a proper timeframe for getting a guy out of his clothes and into your lap?

And is it really a good idea to work that out when you're walking to his room in shorts? The stiff feeling between his legs seemed to indicate a no for that one. Oh boy… imagine him opening the door to a tent with a big wet spot on it. Nothing desperate about that.

The wolf frantically searched his head for the least sexy thoughts he had as he walked into the dormitory, not wanting Owen, or anyone else really, to see him strutting about with a boner. Best to save the bone for a good boy… oh GOD DAMMIT! Slightly more frantic about the situation down under, he made haste to the stairs and finally up to the human's room.

A pair of footsteps sounded up to the door and stopped. With two shadows now adorning the gap under the door and a sigh that sounded about as nervous as he was, it was obvious the wolf was outside and hesitating. Should he just walk over and open the door himself? Or would that seem desperate and weird? Maybe he should try to compose himself, too? He'd just been pacing around like a mad professor, after all. Was he even really ready for this? Maybe he should just text the wolf and-

*knock knock*

…fuck! Too late! It's now or never! Okay, come on. Just relax... be cool. Be cool…

With each step he heard toward the door the wolf felt a twinge of nerves fire off. This was it. He was really about to do this. He wasn't sure how, exactly, but he was going to. Even though his stomach was pretzeled with nerves. So many things could go wrong here… but he still wanted to rip Owen's clothes off and jump on top of him. The thought of that alone starting bringing him back to mast, just in time for the door to open.

Owen pulled the door in and out of his way, revealing him. A big, tall wolf. In a shaggy wifebeater and some shorts. Sure, it wasn't a suit and monocle, but hot damn he still looked sexy… A set of thicker arms and legs and a slight but noticeable belly with muscle underneath. Less Greek soldier, more rugby player. Whatever it was, he loved it. Even the tail, while unfamiliar to him, was sort of a turn on. Especially wagging like it was now. And that bulge… “…please be commando."

“What?"

“UH, I MEAN- *cough* 'P-please come in' is… definitely what… I said." And if he wasn't blushing before…

“Oh, uh… s-sure, no problem." He strode through the doorway as Owen moved the door back, noting how red his face was getting. It was weird seeing the human so nervous. Even when he was, he wasn't one to show it very easily. So he was either VERY nervous about this or just comfortable enough with the wolf to let his guard down. Or both? It might have been both. Whatever it was, it left a warm tingle in Milt's chest as he stood in the dorm room, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands as Owen shut the door.

And just like that, they were alone together. Or as much as they could be with paper-thin dormitory walls. But the world beyond them still seemed to dissolve as they both became acutely aware of the other's presence… and why they were there. For a little while both stood near-frozen in their anticipation, not sure what the next step should be. One of them had to make the first move, but who? And how?

Unsurprisingly, the room was heavy with Owen's smell along with someone else. Another human. His roommate, maybe? Would make the most sense. Either way, the scent wasn't making it any easier to just stand there. Eventually, the wolf couldn't stand the stillness anymore and reached forward, gently grabbing the human's hand and rubbing it with his thumbs. He felt that familiar softness of skin against his fur, which made him murr lightly. Owen, for his part, shot a lightly surprised glance back at the wolf. Then their eyes met again.

It seemed like they were spending ages reading one another as their gazes shifted from surprised to nervous. Then slowly from nervous to cautiously eager. Really, though, it was only for a few seconds. When sense finally caught back up with him, Owen turned around and followed the pull he was feeling toward the wolf. He briefly looked down at the two hands caressing his own and, without even thinking about it, reached his other one out to rub Milton's arm. With a deep breath he looked back up, voice catching in his throat for a second when their gazes met once again. “So, uh… you as nervous as I am, or…?"

…wow. He actually admitted it. Which, weirdly enough, was kind of comforting. Seeing no reason to lie now... “…probably more."

“Well…" He took another step forward, hand moving up the wolf's arm as he did. “Do you… wanna sit on the bed? If we're nervous, we may as well be comfortable."

Oh man, his bed probably reeked of him. And he smelled so good… he couldn't help wagging his tail at the suggestion, the warm tingle from earlier suddenly turning to a pleasant heat. “Uhh, sure! Lead the way."

Owen brought his hand back down and placed it on top of the wolf's, gently pulling him to his bedside. It was naturally a bit small for the two of them, being a dorm bed and all, but they both managed to plop down and get comfy. Sure, they were still silent and awkward as all hell, but at least now they were sitting.

And for the first little while they did just that. Sat there, with Owen drawing circles on Milton's hands with his fingers. The point of contact was nice, and despite his nerves it made him want to feel the wolf's fur in other places. But just as he worked up the courage to make an actual move…

"Are you… sure we're alone for this?" The wolf turned to look at him and the concern was evident in his eyes. “I could smell your roommate."

“Oh. Don't worry about him." As if he wouldn't plan for that… “He won't be back until tomorrow."

“How do you know?"

With almost a little too much pride he responded. “Because I told him point blank that I was getting freaky tonight and he either had to leave or watch."

Milton's eyebrows shot right up at that. “Wow. Not even trying to hide it, huh?"

Hiding, he says. Owen just chuckled at that. “We live in the same room. There's no hiding anything. And besides…" With courage rediscovered, he leaned over and moved a hand down to the wolf's thigh. “I don't want to hide you."

Though it wasn't visible under his fur, Milton felt his cheeks burn a bit. Partly because he was weirdly flattered by how comfortable Owen seemed with this, partly because the idea of letting everyone know about it scared him. Then, strangely enough, he found himself laughing.

The gesture left Owen slightly taken aback. “What's funny about that, exactly?"

With a quick sigh drawing the laugh to a close, the wolf answered. “You're nervous about us sleeping together, but not about your roommate finding out?"

Owen moved his other hand up and gave the wolf a scritch between the ears. “Well, he's probably going to see the fur all over my bed tomorrow. Not many excuses for that."

“Mmmmmph…" Damn his fingers felt nice… “Just the fur?"

Hehe… cheeky wolf. “That's up to you, actually." At that, the wolf's tail started pummeling his bed. “Haha, someone's excited."

Milt pressed his head up against the fingers between his ears and leaned toward the human, wrapping his arms around his back. “C'mere, you."

Before he really had time to react, Owen found himself being lifted up and then the room around him flipped about ninety degrees before his face landed in a familiar patch of fluff. It took him a second to reorient himself to his surroundings, and a few blinks to get the dizziness out of his eyes, but when he came to he saw the increasingly familiar sight of the wolf's face. Looking up briefly, he saw his headboard. He was lying on top of the wolf now and… a paw was rubbing his back. Even through his shirt it felt nice and he sighed lightly, pushing his glasses back and moving one of his own hands over the wolf's belly to return the favor.

Before long both were playing a tune of croons and moans as their hands began to explore one another. Innocently enough at first, with a rub to the back and shoulders and a scritch to the chin. Slowly moving down the chest and over the stomach, a hand travelling down the back… then back up again at the last second. Both eager but neither wanting to move through too fast. Just enjoying the feeling of the other against them, minus the barrier of their clothes. Then the tip of Milton's muzzle brushed against Owen's lips, bringing them both to a halt.

For a second neither of them moved or said anything. They hardly dared to breathe, even. They just stared into each other, trying to gauge what the other was feeling. Owen had never seen the wolf's eyes this close before, and it sent a sensation down through his body that made him involuntarily blow out a short, hot breath. That was all the wolf needed, and he immediately rushed forward to press their mouths together and take more of that heat. A hungry tongue lapped eagerly at the human's lips and pushed at them until they finally parted, letting the wolf in to explore.

A wave crashed over Milton's senses once his lips enveloped the human's (much as they could) and a barrage of scents and tastes blew through his muzzle. The concentrated aroma coming from Owen's bed mixing with the flavors between their mouths was intoxicating. He also found a faint but noticeable minty flavor lingering in the backdrop. Hehe… he'd prepared for this. Not too long after making his way in he felt Owen's tongue pushing and rubbing against his own. It was thick, rough, and surprisingly agile. Moving around his own, lightly flicking it, even trying to pin it down in his mouth. It was almost like they were playing a game, only they both got to win in the end. He got so lost in the thoughts and feelings running through his head that it took a notable shove to his shoulder to bring him back out, finding the human had migrated into his lap with a leg on either side of him.

By that point, they were both panting heavily with a combined slobber dripping off their chins and gazes full of desire. Then a particular feeling at their groins made them both look downward. Not only were their crotches practically mashed together at this point, they were both rock hard. And all that over a breath on the lips. There couldn't have been a clearer sign reading 'you want to fuck,' and both felt what was left of their nerves get replaced with an unmistakeable urge for the guy they were in bed with.

In a swift motion driven by how suddenly uncomfortable his clothing was, Owen reached both hands down and grabbed the sides of the wolf's wifebeater, immediately tugging upward on it. Of course, the fact that it was still sandwiched between the wolf and the bed slowed progress a bit, but Milt quickly got the idea and sat up. Then he, for his part, started tugging at the rim of Owen's pants before realizing he had a belt on. They couldn't help laughing at their mutual tribulations in getting the other out of their clothes, even aroused as they were. The wolf let out a half-playful, half-frustrated growl. “Fuck, how hard is it to get our clothes off!?"

“Gimme one second." Figuring pants would be the hardest thing to get off, Owen quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned the wolf's shorts. Then he sat up and pulled Milt up with him, reaching for his shirt again. “Alright, take two."

“What a- woah!" Apparently the human worked fast when he was horny, since it took about a second for Milton's shirt to get up to his chest. He instinctively put his arms over his head and then slightly forward as his shirt made its way up over his head and then onto the floor. As he went to push his fur back down, his shorts were suddenly getting pulled apart and down. Knowing that it was Owen undressing him got him feeling hot, and he quickly raised his hips to let him slip the shorts down to reveal…

…a jockstrap. Maybe not commando, but it still had Owen's hard-on raging against his pants. That was all the persuasion he needed. Without any hesitation he pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side before pushing his pants down his hips, unveiling his own jet black briefs. The idea of gradually revealing himself to the wolf stoked the fire in his loins even further, along with the huffs and growls he was hearing. He quickly found his way back to those soft, fuzzy lips and ran his hands up through the wolf's chest fur.

With their clothing otherwise on the floor or gradually sliding down their legs the two didn't take long to mash back up against one another. Their tongues flicked, rubbed, and pushed together between their mouths as their hands once again migrated over each other's bodies. Owen couldn't quite get his hands between the wolf and the bed, instead settling for wrapping them around his shoulders and rubbing his headfur. The feeling of the wolf's fur rubbing against his skin, both from writhing on top of him and the hands roaming his body, had him moaning out into their kiss. Sure, he'd been with hairy guys before, but this was something else entirely. It was softer, deeper, and felt like some sort of feral massage. Maybe it was in spite of the feeling being strange and alien, or maybe it was because of that, but he felt a heat sparking in places he didn't know could get hot. Then he felt the wolf's hand run over his ass and give it a hard squeeze. A hazy lust enveloped his mind as he groaned and pushed himself even harder into the wolf under him, alternately grinding their groins together and pushing back against the hand on his butt.

The two forgot the dorm room around them and relentlessly savored each other's bodies, wanting to do nothing but revel in the sensations radiating between them. Eventually they both felt the need to shed their last layer of clothing and be completely exposed to one another. To feel each other in those places a select few get to tread. The second Owen felt those fuzzy hands dive into his underwear and push them down he broke out of their kiss and licked the wolf's lips. He immediately drilled a hand down between them and into the wolf's jockstrap, getting a lustful growl and a lick on his own mouth as his hand wrapped around the emerging cock. The hands wandering over his butt began fervently pushing his underwear down his hips and off his body. He did have to lift a leg up and out of one side to get them off, but soon enough he found himself completely naked over the wolf, his raging cock now rubbing freely against his bellyfur. This sent a surge up through his spine and had him quickly sitting upright so he was straddling him, showing off the short patch of hair around his groin which trailed up to his chest along with two tufts under each arm. His desire to see Milt naked paired with his extreme arousal at their current state and led to him pulling almost desperately on the jockstrap hiding the wolf's cock.

The wolf, for his part, was finding it harder and harder to hold himself back from just pinning the human down and mating him then and there. He thrust up hard when he felt the jockstrap pull down and off his cock, freeing it from its confines. It kept growing to full mast while he helped Owen push the waistband of his jock down and then brought his knees up to start kicking it off completely, getting a light giggle from the human when he inadvertently rubbed his butt with his furry hips.

With one final kick the jock flew off his foot and onto the floor, leaving nothing between them. The human was blushing furiously over him, resting his hands on his chest and looking down at him. The wolf's own hands found their way down his smooth back and right back over his butt, getting another giggle from him as he lowered back down on top of him. “Having fun there, wolf man?" When he pulled himself up Milt's body he rubbed himself over his now-exposed wolfhood, which had the canine moaning out and thrusting up again. A heat blazed in their chests as their most intimate parts were freely rubbed and massaged between them. “Mmmph! I'll take that as a yes…"

The instinctual need Milt felt to mark Owen as his own was slowly taking over through their play. A few months ago he could barely even dream of doing something like this with a human, and now he was here, naked and rolling in bed with one like it was the most natural thing in the world. Whatever he was worried about before wasn't even a passing thought now. It was evicted, replaced with an assured hunger for the man lying on top of him. “Fuuuuck, Owen…"

Owen, for his part, looked for every point of contact between the wolf and himself, savoring every moment he felt fur caressing his skin. The musk filling his nostrils. Even the lingering taste of their kiss, which he found himself longing for. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing with the wolf, it was just happening. Organically proceeding as they allowed it to. And he knew where he wanted it to go next. With equal parts curiosity and horniness he pulled back off the wolf and reached down between them, pressing their lips together as his hand found a sizeable treasure.

The hand on his cock finally unleashed the primal side of the wolf, who moaned and then growled into the human's mouth before grabbing hold of him. Without a second thought he pulled Owen against him and turned the two of them over, dropping him lightly on the bed and proceeding to crawl over him. Once Owen had, again, re-oriented himself, he looked up at the wolf and the two locked eyes. There was about one second of surprise followed by an unexpected feeling.

It was like the rest of the world fell out under them, and that feeling of magnetism between them had amplified. The lids of their eyes lowered as the two found themselves moving slowly across the short gap between them, Milt lowering down over the human and Owen moving himself up toward the wolf. In a moment of curiosity the wolf reached out and cupped the human's cheek, watching him look surprised for a second before his eyes closed and a smile came over his face. As he felt him gently nuzzle into his hand a weird feeling went through his chest. Like he was falling in that moment but still in place. The heat from before spread through his cheeks and a low rumble came up from his chest. “You're so cute…"

Hehe… a big puppy was calling him cute. Just as his eyes opened the wolf's lips were back on his. Not long after he felt the bed against his back and found his front getting covered in fur again as the wolf lowered down on top of him. By this point that sizeable stick had grown to full mast and he felt it… next to his own. His hips jerked at the feeling and his hand pushed its way between the two to grab hold of the wolfhood again. And apparently Milt had the same idea, since his own shaft was soon enveloped in a combination of fur and fleshy pads.

Nothing more needed to be said after that. The two just surrendered to the feeling and slowly developed a rhythm of jerking, groaning, and thrusting into the hand around their cock. Neither cared if anyone heard them anymore. The passion, the pleasure, the unshakeable feeling of connection with another person were well worth any disapproval from the neighbors. As their tongues played between their mouths and their cocks drooled pre, the two were all too happy to share just how much they were enjoying themselves.

They continued like this for a few more minutes, their hips gyrating, their hands pumping each others' cocks, their tongues alternately embracing and flicking. Then that familiar pressure and heat began building up in Owen's groin. Hot as their current arrangement was, he knew there was a better one to finish with. He briefly broke their kiss and wriggled his hips, aligning his cock with Milt's. The wolf gave a sharp inhale at the feeling, and in about a second Owen felt soft pads and fur encircle their cocks and press them together. They groaned out in unison and quickly fell into a rhythm of thrusting alternately into the grip.

Their lips briefly reconnected before Milt let out a VERY horny growl and arched himself over the human under him. He nuzzled at the spot between his neck and shoulder, licking and panting into it as his hips picked up speed. Between the feeling of their cocks rubbing together and the human's amazing scent flooding his nostrils, his mating instincts were kicking into full gear and it was all he could do to keep from clamping down on his shoulder and knotting him right there. In his desperately aroused state he found himself thrusting hard against the human's cock, steadily pressing forward onto him as his balls began to tighten. The gasps and moans coming from the guy stoked the flames further and he felt a long moan building in his throat.

Owen wasn't far behind the wolf as he gripped his sides and let the feelings in his groin take him up. Each breath filled his senses with wolf musk and the smell of their pre, which just drove him even further. His pants and moans got louder and louder as the two moved in sync against each other, drawing out that familiar pressure in his nethers and pulling it forward. As they neared the tipping point they were both shoving their cocks as hard into the hand around them as possible, causing Milt's knot to slip free of his sheath and their balls to touch. The wolf suddenly jerked his hips wildly, rapidly thrusting into the vice grip as his orgasm took over. The sharp increase in rubbing and pressure brought the human along with him.

Without an ounce of shame between them the two let themselves go, Owen groaning out and Milton howling with him as they shot their loads all over their stomachs. If people heard, they heard. It didn't matter in that moment. All that mattered was the euphoric feeling emanating from their groins. A short series of moans and gasps followed that performance as they jerked their hips and rode out their shared climax.

After about a minute of thrusting and very vocally enjoying the ride, the wolf released their cocks from his grip and placed his hand on the bed beside the human. Owen, meanwhile, felt his whole body relax and mold to the bed under him, spent from his efforts. He brought a hand up to wipe sweat from his brow and then rested it on the panting wolf's arm. “Ahh, man… that was amazing, Milt-“

*WHUMP*

And just like that, he found himself buried under a pile of fur. Again. Only this time the musk was stronger and he could hear the wolf's breathing. Milton didn't register the heavy sigh that blew into his chest, instead focused on the tingling sensations of his afterglow. “Ooooh, fuck… that was awesome…" He moved his legs out behind him and lowered his hips down so we has laying fully over the human, taking care not to crush him… sort of. “Mmmrff… didn't think it would feel this- huh?“ He was interrupted by a hand tapping him on the arm, then he looked down to see his chest was covering Owen's head… “Oh SHIT, sorry!" He immediately pushed himself up and off Owen's scrunched up face.

As the human pulled himself slightly upward, likely to avoid more unintentional burials, his expression transitioned to minor annoyance and then, oddly enough, humor. With a light laugh and another spectacle adjustment, he opened his eyes and looked up at the wolf with amusement. “Can't help yourself, can you?"

The wolf's ears flattened a bit in embarrassment, recalling that fateful moment when they met. “It was an accident…"

“Hehe, I'm just kidding Milt." He rubbed the wolf's side reassuringly. “Besides, I can handle your fluffy chest if it means more of this."

His ears perked back up and his tail started wagging. “You had fun, then?"

“Just take a look between us."

“Wha?" Milt looked down to see both of their stomachs, and part of Owen's chest, covered in their combined loads, gumming up his fur and alternately making the human's belly shiny and matte between wet and dry patches. “Oh. Wow. We came a TON from that."

“Hell yeah, we did." He slowly dragged his hand down the wolf's side and then up his back with a wink. “All thanks to you, Wolf Man."

Milt giggled and licked the human's nose. “Don't sell yourself short, hot stuff." He blushed and laughed along with Owen at that. He'd never called him anything quite that cliched before, but if their previous session was any indication, it wasn't inaccurate. “And to think, all that just from frotting and jerking each other. Imagine where it goes from here…"

The hand on the wolf's back started migrating down again as Owen let out a slightly wicked smirk. “We can do more than just 'imagine.'"

“What do you mean?"

“I mean…" He moved his hand down further and groped the wolf's thick butt, giving it a squeeze. The groan and lusty growl he got in response got his cock twitching again. “I'm hoping that was just the first round…"

Oh man… this was gonna be a night to remember. Milt immediately thrust up against the human and dove in to nibble the base of his neck, taking a good whiff and licking him. “First of many, little man…" He jumped and groaned when he felt said 'little man' smack him on the ass and grope it hard.

“Bring it, Wolf Boy."

*One long (and loud) bout of sexy times later*

Neither one of them kept count of how many rounds they did, but they were starting to feel the exhaustion and the rawness of their groins. By this point they'd flipped back over, with Owen straddling the wolf's hips and leaning down over him while jerking off both their cocks. At some point his glasses fell down on the wolf's chest and he just tossed them up by his headboard, deciding to deal with them in the morning. With a final combined groan, they both shot out a few drops of cum and flopped down onto the bed. The wet and dry spots on their stomachs gave a weird feeling between the two of them as they panted and caught their breath.

Milt felt a hand wander up the back of his head and then gently scratch him behind the ears, followed by Owen pulling himself up his body a bit and resting his head under his chin. Then he felt a light peck on his chest while the other hand rested on his hip. A warm feeling germinated in his stomach and grew out through his body, almost making him fall asleep with how tired he was. He dozed off briefly and let out a snore before jerking up suddenly to avoid passing out.

Owen laughed a bit but kept up with the ear scritches. “Someone's tired."

The wolf tried to resist pushing up into them, enjoying the feeling of Owen's headfur- ahem, hair under his chin. “We HAVE been up all night, you know."

“Yeah, I do." He brought his hand around to lightly pet the wolf's cheek. “And what a night it was. Hope we'll have more…" A light thumping sounded behind him, which was the free part of the wolf's tail smacking the bed. A grin formed across his mouth. “Sounds like you do, too."

Milt wrapped his arms around the human's back and gently brought him in for a hug, pushing into the hand petting him. “Definitely."

“Mmmph, glad to hear that." He nuzzled into the wolf's neck and then went still, letting himself relax completely in his embrace. Then he remembered where they were. “…my neighbors probably hate me now."

Only now he's self-conscious... Wow. Milt couldn't hold back laughing at that one. “Do you regret it, though?"

“Oh. No. Let's be even louder next time. But for now…" He reached back and felt around for one of his blankets, eventually finding one hanging off the bed. Once he had everything south of his back and north of his legs covered, since the wolf kept him warm enough everywhere else, he fluffed the pillow behind their heads a bit and lowered his back into place, turning to the side. “Sleep sounds really nice."

“Yeah… it does. You sure you're okay with me staying? Your roommate…"

“Don't worry about him. He'll survive seeing a sexy wolf in my bed. I promise."

Milt's cheeks went hot. Sexy, huh? Been awhile since he heard that. He rubbed Owen's back and smiled. “Hehe, thanks. You're sexy, too."

He gave the wolf one last scratch behind the ears and then reached for his lamp. “Mmmm. Thanks. Sweet dreams, Wolf Man."

“Of you, I hope."

“Who else?"

With one last laugh between them the light clicked and the room went pleasantly dark, with only a sliver of moonlight coming from behind the curtains. There was a light moan as Milton wrapped Owen up in his arms again, nuzzling the top of his head and giving it a tender lick. “Goodnight…"

The two finally let themselves slowly drift off to sleep.

The End For Now

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