Powerless Play
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The world as he knew it existed in the small space between the flat screen monitor and the eyes of the Dobie seated on the office chair propped in front of the computer.
The world was unraveling in a blaze of a fire scorching through the demon-invested depths of the Soul Mountain, now a stronghold of the evil forces led by the warlock Cerxus. With well-placed clicks from the Dobie's paw over the computer mouse, the armored wolf on the screen used manastone magic to dispose yet another horde of Hellcrawlers blocking his way towards the heart of the Mountain. The Dobie's brow was knit in a scowl as he saw his hero Swift-Tail take a hit from one of the abominations and fall temporarily before getting up again, fur bristling and slightly charred from the enemy's fire breath.
Fuck that new fur rendering engine looked great!
This was the deepest Dash had ventured into the Mountain yet.
It was the third time he was trying to pass this level, and so far, things had been going better than on the last go, where he had been forced through countless autosave reloads and finally ending up in an impossible situation. The Coke-fuelled Dobie growled and bared his teeth as Swift-Tail pushed towards the keystones, battling abominations and monstrosities all along the way. If he would get there, the game would autosave, and according to the walkthrough at RealmQuake wiki, he would only have two more dungeon levels to go before the grueling boss fight.
Dash was more than ready for that, being armed with the legendary Silver Blade of Corror and the Shield of Might he had collected from the Fire Pit region, the hideout of the long gone Knights of the Pious Paw. This would make his advance to Level 27 a certainty since Dash knew that getting through the mission Soul Mountain Excalibur would earn him 26,000 experience points and new character perks. Dash had been looking forward to the Soulraiser perk ever since he had read about it on RealmQuake wiki, and by reaching the new level, he would finally get to receive that magnificent 25% damage resistance bonus against Undead class creatures.
There it was! From over the shoulder of his hero Swift-Tail, Dash could see the keystones at the end of the tunnel. Their mysterious crystalline structures glowed in the darkness of the hellish cave, beckoning the weary warrior to take those last steps needed to get through again.
If it only wasn't for those Descended Hellcrawlers with 30% extra damage...
Darkness fell over Swift-Tail, and it took Dash a moment to realize that it was not just the game doing it, but the world itself. He blinked once, blinked again, and then came to the conclusion that the world had ended.
The screen was dark, and the world was empty.
Swift-Tail, his lupine hero, was gone.
And Dash knew why.
"Oh, fucking hell!" the Dobie snorted and slammed his paws down to the table.
"Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
The Dobie cursed and snarled, shaking his great had and flicking his docked tail about in anguish.
The computer was dead, the lights were dead, and Swift-Tail was dead.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," the Dobie snorted and rubbed his face with his clammy paw.
"Dash?" a voice called from afar.
"Goddamn fuck..."
"Dash?" the voice spoke again.
A creak in the darkness made Dash turn his head, and he saw a weak light coming from over the other side of the living room, as well as the familiar shape of his boyfriend illuminated by this mysterious glow.
"Dash, you ok?" the voice rumbled again from beyond the light. "We lost power."
"Don't I fucking know!" the Dobie snapped.
The light was coming closer, allowing Dash to see more of the dark, smooth-furred form of his boyfriend, Abs. The lean Rottie held his mobile phone in his outstretched paw, and that was the source of the mysterious glow. Under normal circumstances, Dash would have congratulated the doggie about his resourcefulness, but the sore defeat in heroism was still too fresh on his mind.
"It's probably just one of those small blackouts we've had all summer," the Rottie spoke.
"Overuse in the grid and stuff. It ought to come back in a while."
He reached Dash's computer desk and simply stood there, tall and handsome and softly bathed in the bluish light from his mobile. He appeared as a curious dark shape amidst the even deeper darkness of the night that had suddenly fallen.
"Like it fucking matters whether it's ten seconds or ten hours!" the Dobie snarled.
Abs shook his head.
"What is it?" the Rottie inquired in a gruff voice, frowning and flattening his ears as he regarded his canine boyfriend.
"Nothing," the Dobie grunted, pushing himself away from the computer desk and getting up.
He stretched, full of nervous energy and cola drinks as he walked a quick circle around the small living room dominated by the couch and the home theater setup on one side and his gaming rig on the other. The dead computer watched him with its singular, square eye, and Dash knew it was an accusing stare.
"Let me get a couple of candles and something cold for us to drink, eh?" Abs spoke, trying to sound cheerful.
With a gruff voice like the Rottie's, he could have as well been suggesting he'd go and fetch the getaway car.
"Whatever," Dash snorted, not really in the mood.
The Dobie growled deep in his throat and flopped down to the couch by instinct. He landed with a thump after heaving himself over the backrest and then making a smooth sofafall. The big dog lay there sprawled, head against the armrest, his paws clenching and unclenching against his T-shirt-covered belly as he sighed deeply.
"Fifteen more seconds...," Dash huffed, lamenting the span of time that separated him from the final cutscene and the precious autosave.
"Fifteen more FUCKING seconds!"
The door to the kitchen opened with a creak in the darkness and a soft light filled the room now that the Rottie returned. His eyes gleamed green with the light of the candles he held on each paw, their stylish wrought iron holders carefully balanced so as not to drip the wax all over the carpet.
"Look, I knew we had some candles left from our anniversary dinner," Abs mused happily as he came over and placed the candles on the coffee table next to the couch before he settled smoothly into an armchair on the opposite side.
Dash barely snuffled and flicked a long ear.
Abs yawned and scratched his washboard belly through his T-shirt and smiled.
"Well, isn't this nice and atmospheric?" the grinning doggie enthused.
Dash shrugged.
"Reminds me of the camping trip!" the Rottie laughed gruffly, eyes gleaming. "Took a week to get rid of all that rash after the poison ivy..."
Again, his happy musings were cut short by bland indifference in the Dobie's part.
Abs frowned.
"You know, Dashiell..."
The big dog's ears perked and he turned an eye for the seated Rottie.
"You never call me Dashiell, not even when we argue."
Abs shrugged.
"I'm calling you that now, Dashiell...," the Rottie replied, leaning forward with his paws resting against his knees as he spoke. "I'm calling you that because I'm wondering how you're doing."
"I'm doing great, thank you very much," Dash snorted.
Abs huffed.
"You don't look like it," he snorted, rubbing his knees absentmindedly.
"By what degree do you say that, now?" the Dobie retaliated. "Thought you were solar power engineer, not a psychologist."
"I'm also your boyfriend of four years, you stupid mutt," the dark doggie snuffled, getting up now from his seating and stepping over.
Abs crossed the distance between them easily and knelt by the sprawled canine, sitting on haunches as he watched the dark-eyed man illuminated only by the sparse candlelight now coming from behind them. His whiskers shook as he snuffled and watched his man with keen eyes. The Dobie did not return his gaze earnestly.
"And as your boyfriend, I also know that you have been playing that game for the past week for all the time you've been at home when you haven't been eating, showering or sleeping....", the Rottie rumbled, resting his paw against Dash' arm.
"Sleeping too little as well."
Dash snorted.
"I've gotten by."
Abs squeezed the firm arm under his paw.
"Yeah, but how long are you planning to keep this up?" he snuffled. "I mean, come on, Dash, you've been at it for a week, you don't do yourself any good if you just keep playing that game. You've even missed our morning runs because I haven't had the heart to wake up you.
Dash snorted and batted the stroking paw away.
"Do you try to say that you don't like me playing my games?" the Dobie grumbled, ears flat.
Abs shook his head.
"No, Dash, it's fine as long as you don't overdo it, but that's overdoing it, I mean, six, seven, EIGHT hours a night?"
"The really hardcore gamers have already finished it," Dash pointed out. "RealmShift wiki has full walkthroughs from those who already played it through. I'm badly behind."
"And who's judging you?"
"Well, I can't take part in the forums or read anything on that wiki without having to fear for spoilers before I'm done," the sturdy Doberman spoke seriously.
Abs flicked an ear with exasperation.
"It's just a game, mutt," he spoke, trying to sound as patient as he could, even trying to smile.
Dash turned his big head at the man crouching next to him and snuffled.
"When was the last time you waited for something for SIX years, eh?"
Abs frowned, trying to make sense of the question.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
He felt the Dobie's knuckles over his arm, brushing it quickly before the touch disappeared again.
"That's how long it is since they released Realmshift 2 and promised to make Mongorth a player companion in the next game," Dash spoke on.
"But you were playing Realmshift 4..."
Dash snorted.
"Realmshift three was a stinker. We don't talk about it."
"You 'WHO' don't talk about it?"
"Realmers."
Abs laughed, his gruff, doggie laugh making the Dobie's ears flick.
"You make it sound like a cult, you know," Abs snuffled and prodded the reclining doggie's chest with his knuckles.
"Didn't you wait for something really, really much when you were a kid?" the Dobie grumbled, looking miserable still.
"Of course I did," Abs agreed, nodding, "me and my friend camped outside the bookstore to get the last Harry Potter book."
The Dobie chuckled.
"Barry at work said that he'd gotten it on the Spindle for his cubs, the whole series, from Amazon."
Abs smirked.
"Well it hasn't lost any of its magic, not even after the second movie adaptations," he smirked, rubbing over and along the demoralized canine's chest.
"So, do you get what I was saying?" the Dobie spoke now, looking up to the dark doggie touching him. "I bet you read it as fast as you could."
"Yeah, of course I did, took me like fifteen hours, non-stop. I collapsed afterwards."
Dash's paw caught Abs' wrist and gave it a small stroke in return.
"So, you must understand how I've felt, after six years or waiting and talking about it with people, and waiting, and wondering..."
"I'd still like to see more of you at home other than the back of your head when you're sitting in front of your computer or collapsed in bed...,"the rough-voiced Rottie smirked, splaying his paw over the Dobie's pec and feeling out it.
The dark dog's smile was gentle, and even Dash managed to smile now as he watched his boyfriend.
"Well, you've been keeping bringing me the snacks and drinks...I kinda thought that was a quiet okay for me..."
"Didn't want you to starve."
"Right."
Abs squeezed his boyfriend's chest and smiled.
"Could you maybe, say, play only...four hours tomorrow?" the Rottie spoke. "We could go running, or grab coffee and sandwiches at a café, or...well, the Wednesday shuttle is launching tomorrow evening, and we haven't gone to watch that in months..."
Dash smirked.
"You still love seeing that, don't you?" he smiled earnestly, tilting his head as he looked up to his smiling partner.
"Of course I do, I wanted to be an astronaut ever since I was five."
"And now all you're missing is 25,000 dollars extra for the ticket to the Wednesday shuttle."
Abs prodded his thumb against Dash's breastbone.
"I'm looking for a one helluva big five-year-anniversary prezzie, too, so keep that in mind," the Rottie snuffled, though he was unable to hide his smile.
Dash grunted and his chest heaved, making Abs' paw ride along it. The dark Rottie wagged his tail and smirked.
"Come on, you silly, stop being such a kid and get all upset over a game," he smiled.
"Meh. It was only like my twentieth try, you know."
"Then you'll ace it tomorrow, or whenever you get to play it again," Abs spoke, determined. "Maybe you'll get an achievement unlocked for the 21st try."
Dash snorted.
"Thought you're the one who says that gaming is a waste of time, and you prefer to read your fancy Spindle books instead," the Dobie spoke accusingly.
"I used to be pretty good on Halo 9," Abs grinned. "But that was before I met you."
"Way before, that came out in like, what, 2020?"
"Hey, don't you go accusing us of being old!" the Rottie smirked.
"I wasn't...I mean, you're stinking old, that's a know fact, but..."
Abs was faster than his boyfriend's snarky tongue, for only a moment later the Dobie "hmph"-ed seriously as he was suddenly piledriven by a hundred and thirty pounds of Rottie landing on top of him. The dark doggie had made a quick jump from his earlier position and now crouched on top of Dash instead. His knees hugged the Dobie's thighs, his tail wagged amusedly, and his paws were spread and firm over the fellow canine's chest while he smirked. Abs' smile lightened his whole, broad muzzle.
"Say it," Abs rumbled now, his smile melting into a scowl, and it seemed convincing enough.
"Say what?" the Dobie replied and struggled a little, grasping Abs' wrists in a feeble attempt to get those heavy paws away from his chest.
"Say that Abner Riley is not old, but distinguished."
Dash bared his own teeth now and growled.
"Say it!" Abs snorted, and a single drop of drool fell from the corner of his maw and against Dash's T-shirt-covered chest.
"And if I don't?"
"I'll flush the mouse down the toilet!"
"You daren't!"
"And a sex strike." Abs grunted.
"Now that YOU can't handle," Dash smirked, winking at the Rottie on top of him.
Abs shrugged.
"I've been handing it pretty well for the past week, have I?" he glared down accusingly, his breaths heavy against the Dobie's face and neck.
The Rottie tilted his hips slightly, pushing them against the front of the pinned Dobie's old track pants. The added physical contact made him huff a little bit more intently than before as he looked at the Dobie's eyes.
"Yeah, I've smelled the shower after you've been there..."
Abs prodded Dash's hips with his own, causing them both to hiss at the feeling of something heavy and canine pressing against its counterpart. They both growled and rumbled and felt each other's bodies straining for a brief moment while Dash held onto Abs' arms and the Rottie on top of the Dobie grunted and held the struggling canine down. It almost looked like a genuine fight for a while, if not for the wagging tails both were sporting, as well as the occasional chuckles escaping between grunts and showy teeth barings.
Somehow their tongues ended up involved into a struggle of sorts, and it did not take long before the panting Dobie had an equally harshly breathing, throaty Rottie laying fully on top of him, his paws long migrated from the pinning male's arms to Abs' back, holding him down. The dark doggie growled and sighed as their lips touched in the first proper kiss they'd have since Abs had become a gamer's widow last week. His paws gripped onto Dash's head on each side and held him fast while their kiss continued and become hot and warm. Abs could taste Coke on Dash's tongue, and the Dobie as much smelled as he tasted the mint from the Rottie's favorite sweets while his own slick tongue delved deeply into Abs' maw.
Dash growled appreciatively when his paws pushed lower and reached Abs' rump now, and his prod downwards was met by a strong push of the canine's hips against his own. Blood burned and trackies soon showed signs of being crowded while he also felt the canine on top of him press a sizeable dogbone against the pinned male's lower belly. Abs kept wagging his tail against their thighs while they made out and felt each other up, paws roaming everywhere they could just reach. The Dobie's paws groped the top dog's ass quite openly, feeling its nice ,familiar curve and giving the doggie's tailbase a quick squeeze before he moved on to try and slip a paw under the Rottie's shirt.
"This is for...nhhh...breaking the strike...," Dash grunted, pushing his straining cock up against Abs' own hefty equipment jammed between them.
"You managed to negotiate out of it before I could take drastic action," the engineer Rottie mumbled against Dash's lips, soon swiping over them with his slick tongue before diving in for another French kiss.
"Humhmhphph!" the Dobie replied and sucked onto that wet appendage, very well knowing that whatever the Rottie put into his maw, he'd make sure to suck it dry.
Abs could not do anything except moan and growl with delight while grounding his hips more intently against those of the sometimes cumbersome canine underneath him. Their cloth-covered cocks pressed to each other now, two hot, needy lengths straining to be released and probably by now drooling continuously for it, too. It didn't help Abs' horniness at all that Dash's eager paws were still going all over his lower back and ass, squeezing and fondling everything the Dobie happened to enjoy having on his paws. Abs decided to repay by stroking his paws up along Dash's neck, to cup his head properly and simply hold him steady while he made some seriously advanced tongue maneuvers inside the warmth of that hot maw. The dog underneath him gasped and was still for just a moment before he ramped up the gropes again.
Abs yanked his head up and licked his lips before letting his tongue hang down, slack and dripping with mixed drool while he panted, ears flat.
"I'm gonna toss you down to your belly and bury it so deep you'll think it got lost there!" he snarled.
The roughly breathing Dobie glared up to his lover and jabbed his loins up to the Rottie's swollen crotch section.
"Poetic," Dash growled, though he could no deny how hot hearing those words made his ears glow, and how his poor cock throbbed madly at the very idea of getting down to business.
Could it really be possible he had forgotten how good sex was, after a week of binging on the computer game? Could even 100,000 experience points compare to the feeling of a hot piece of ass under his paws, just like now?
He gave those round, dark buns a squeeze and got a growl in reply, and that was as good achievement unlocked as any.
"There's too much talking and too little burying going on," the newly groped Rottie snorted, and ran his rough paws over the Dobie's shoulders before pushing against his chest again.
He could feel the lean male strain under him, to keep up with his weight, to reach his backside, to hold him...and to squirm with arousal and denial of the release that he hadn't had in a too long time. Abs, too, had been forced to resort to his own help for way more than usual, and while pawing off had never been a chore, it still paled somewhat for the more intimate experience of having a genuine living, breathing, panting...hell, snorting doggie underneath him, growling with the feeling of having a thick doggie knot pushed inside them.
Abs leaned in for a one final kiss before he scooted away from on top of the Dobie and stood there, still breathing raggedly as he looked down to his boyfriend.
"I'm going to be lying on that bed naked in 30 seconds' time," he huffed, flicking a meaningful ear towards the bedroom door, "and if you're not found there on that time, I won't just fuck your ass, but I'll kick it, too!"
The slightly snog-shocked Dobie got to his paws with a slight grumble, intending to catch his Rottie and ask him to show some respect, but the dark doggie was already gone into the darkness of the bedroom. Some strange instinct made Dash blow the candles away before he followed in the pawprints of his boyfriend, tugging his T-shirt off and over his head while he went.
Now, his night vision might not have been perfect, but the curtains were open, and there was at least some residue starlight or moonlight coming over now that the light pollution from the town was gone. It was not impossible for his untrained eyes to catch the form of the Rottie reclining on the bed, across it rather than positioned over his normal place on the window side, where Abs often liked to lay down reading, with his knees pulled up and his Spindle propped against them.
Right now it seemed that his knees were splayed to show off something that was putting out a very maw-watering, musky scent and that was located to the apex of the Rottie's thighs.
"26, 27...,28," the rough voice began to count in the darkness.
"Oh, god, Abs," Dash snorted, fumbling with the elastic cord of his trackies only briefly before he got out of them for good and joined the Rottie on the bed.
It was Abs' time to be pinned down for now, and his paws were extended wide to welcome the presence of his boyfriend as their heated, bare bodies became entangled. Arms and legs found counterparts, as did their lips and rumbling chest. Two equally large and leaky, fully swollen cocks pressed to one another between their bellies, making slick, erotic noises while their bodies rubbed and shifted in their embrace. Their mutual smear around the belly button level was only growing, as was the intensity of their murrings.
"You geeky ass!" Abs growled, his paws going all over his Dobie's infamous buttocks now while Dash licked and nipped on the Rottie's deliberately exposed, sweaty neck.
"Nhhgghhhhhhh," Dash agreed while giving some serious hickey action for his boyfriend's neck.
Abs slipped a paw between their straining bodies and soon found purchase under his rough pads when he felt the smooth, hot, pulsing flesh of Dash's cock against his palm. The thick smeared his entire paw with sticky pre and made the air smell like...well, like horny Dobie with unlimited Internet access, or a good imagination.
"Wanna sample this," Abs smirked and gave the Dobie a little push so as to wriggle himself out from under him.
The Rottie turned around by a quick bout on his knees and settled down to his side again. This time however, he landed with his posture reversed. While his paws returned to Dash's ass and caught those chocolate buns firmly, his nose was most comfortably pushed against the muskiest pair of balls he could want.
Dash grunted at the sudden cool feeling, soon to be followed by his husky gasp as the first warm breath fell over his big cock, now resting heavy and slick against his belly. Soon enough, the raspy, expansive tongue made a hot swipe over his length, from the blunt tip to the big knot. The bulb of flesh received a firm kiss before Abs' canine tongue was travelling up again, making Dash's hips strain as he pushed them against the Rottie's paws.
He barely gasped when a finger slipped further along his rump cheek than before and brushed against the sensitive crevice while not quite reaching the hidden pucker Dash knew to be of much interest for the horny Rottie. Perhaps he was too distracted by the thick, great-smelling cock hanging pretty much directly in front of his own face, tantalizingly close. Dash managed a grin between his grunts before he caught his paw around that thick length and firmly pulled his Abs' cock away from his body to expose its blunt head maximally for his mischievous tongue. The Dobie started by giving that thick bone a quick tongue kissing before he simply let that swollen tip slip between his lips into his warm maw.
Abs growled and decided to ramp up his own teasing. He pushed his fingerpads more intently up under the Dobie's tail and stroked them against that fleshy nub. He managed to smirk even with his maw full of cock as he felt those firm ass cheeks clench at the feeling of that attempt in invasion into his most private quarters. His own tail slapped the sheets, not only because his nose and muzzle were infused with a healthy dose of cock, but also because his own doggie member was slurped obscenely. Dash growled around the slick penis inside his maw, making it vibrate on some top secret frequency while his paws felt up the Rottie's balls and sheath.
Spit and pre mixed into a tangy froth while the two doggies pumped their muzzles up and down on a pair of tasty, thick cocks. Their bodies flexed and hips humped into hot maws that each held many inches of tasty sausage treat.
Abs' pawfingers prodded and teased Dash's tight and recently underused tailhole insistently, feeling out the muscles and seeing just how much negotiation he might have to do. The deep musk overwhelmed all other scents in the room and seemed to fill the two canine's noses while their breaths flowed as warm huffs, their maws otherwise occupied.
It was hardly enough for the cock-crazed wuffies, though, as Abs soon showed as he let that hefty cock slip wetly from his lips and then gave the Dobie's ass a resounding, well-landing slap.
"Hey!" Dash snorted after he had expelled a rather lengthy cock from his own maw and tipped is head up to look at the dark shape of the other canine.
He could just barely make out the gleam of Abs' eyes in the dark as the Rottie looked back to him, tail still wagging and slapping.
"Just showing you a bit of what's coming," the rough-voiced Rottie grinned as he propped himself up to an elbow.
"Now get to your belly and spread those cheeks for me. I know you can't wait for it."
Abs' squeezed the Dobie's spit-dripping cock, and didn't have to encourage the fellow doggie any further. Dash simply snuffled and flopped down to his belly, spreading his knees and wriggling himself over to a most comfortable position to be with his broad ass pushed up in the air. He huffed a couple of times with excitement and some nagging instincts crying against the big doggie's submission. The sound of the bed creaking as the Rottie moved into position behind him, and the feel of Abs' paws coming to rest on each of his hips, gripping tightly, were enough to push that kind of thoughts out of his mind.
"Let's see if it's gotten too ripe from all that sitting around with your manastones...ohh yes....," the Rottie growled roughly while pawing on his favorite ass in the world.
Abs pushed briefly on those firm hips to get him aligned for the perfect angle before he leaned down and buried his nose against the Dobie's hot taint. They both shivered briefly at the warm contact of a huffed breath over Dash's low hangers, soon to be followed by the feeling of a slick tongue snaking over those same balls and up along the Dobie's fleshy crack. By this time the Rottie was so horned up that he'd definitely wanted nothing more than simply bury his thick cock into that willing tailhole and stuff it up full, but the black-furred canine had been so deprived of sex lately that he wanted to savor this re-introduction into bedroom mischief for as long as he could. Or perhaps, as long as it was possible to say so hard and throbbing without having his arousal degenerate into a pair of extremely blue balls.
There was never too much urgency so as to skip a good tail-munching, though, and Abs was not about to change his sexy habits even for this special occasion. That tail was his to do what he wanted, and if that involved having a dinner of it, that was his prerogative. He didn't even mind the fact that Dash's stub of a tail was wagging against his nosepad by the time he reached the musty meeting of those hot, round cheeks and the very base of that flicky tail. The roughly growling dog closed his eyes for there was no need to see anything, not that he could have seen much anyway, but it seemed to heighten the experience of deep male musk in his nose.
"Yeah, that's...that's there..." the Dobie grumbled half-coherently, pressing his teeth against his arm as he fought the urge to push his ass up against the Rottie's muzzle.
Dash's body tensed and rolled as he kept himself still, pushing his paws far in front of him, so far that they touched the headboard. He knew it had subtle claw marks from the numerous sessions of debauchery they had committed on this very same bed over the years. There was little concern for the state of the bed, only for the hardness of his throbbing cock and the feeling of that slick tongue slipping up and down the crevice between his round rump cheeks. Abs' breaths came as growling snorts against the slick furs on his taint and ass crack, heating up his rear even further than before.
The oral enthusiast Rottie didn't answer his Dobie's calls, instead opting to dwell more intently with his lips and tongue against that hotspot under Dash' batting tail. Any sweat that might have remained had now been replaced by saliva from the thick, broad swipes of Abs' exploring tongue, each broad movement aimed to tease that slick ring of muscle into complete submission. The heated flesh quivered under his insistent teasing, making the whole of the doggie shake too while his thighs flexed with held back energy and the resounding growls rising from his chest.
At the same time his paws made the best of the rump offered for them, kneading the patched halves of that offered rear and playing with the taunt muscles all he wanted. Abs liked having that ass in his paws as much as he liked having it pressed against his hips when fucking it, but this was almost as fun, especially with his tongue pushed so firmly against that submissive pucker. The Dobie being subjected to all this simply kept cursing and huffing and calling the Rottie's name.
The almost pitiful whimpers of the big Dobie were more than enough to make the decision for the Rottie. Abs left Dash's rump with a slick, suctioning pop and gave each of those violated rump cheeks a good slap. Dash barely complained and simply grunted.
Abs growled and fisted over his slick cock, spreading pre over the thick member and enjoying how the feeling of his own paw squeezing on his hot member made his tail wag and his balls tingle.
"Rawr!" he grunted dangerously.
Dash huffed.
"Just get on and fuck me already, would you?" the pent up doggie grunted.
"You stay just there wuffmuffin," Abs snuffled.
He gave the inviting ass a lingering pat before he climbed off the bed just enough to go for the nightstand and squirt a good pawful of lube from a convenient economy tube and slather that all over his straining cock before he returned back to his original place, poised behind the Dobie's ass with a notably big and hard cock bobbing in front of him.
"Here it comes, ready or not," the Rottie smirked privately as he guided himself into place with a paw while his other broad paw splayed against the small of Dash's back.
The slick hole he was jamming himself at felt ready enough, though. Dash's muscle resisted only for the duration of a one loud grunt before Abs managed to slip the first rough inch into that waiting hidey place.
Dash went all still, his back arching and his wagging tail freezing as he felt his rear slowly becoming skewered by the slow but steady drive of the Rottie's hips. Abs had a perfectly honed technique of pushing only when he felt the clenching muscle of Dash's hole relax, however briefly, and by using these momentary lapses in defense to gain more ground. The grip of that hole and the tunnel beyond were amazing after a week's absence, and the Rottie truly had to bite his vicious jaws together as he rode out the feeling of initial explosion of joy at finally being inside his horny partner. Their bodies fit together nicely as the curve of Abs' hip hugged the similar round angles of Dash's compact rear. The fleshly pressure of their two pairs of low-hanging balls completed their union, and caused both to sigh deeply.
"Nhhrrrrrhhhhghh....," the Rottie growled as he pushed his paws down on either side of the Dobie underneath him and leaned over him, pressing his chest against the sweaty back of the rump-challenged doggie.
Abs pressed his nose against the back of Dash's neck and began a rough, firm rutting rhythm with his sturdy hips. Their bodies quaked as the bed squeaked and shook along to the firm movements of the two bodies pressed together. Abs kept his cock thrust in and out of that gripping hole, eliciting loud grunts and moans from the bottom dog. Dash's own hardness swung and slapped against the pinned canine's belly with each deep thrust against his rump which already felt bruised from the insistent slam of firm long distant runner's hips into the geeky doggie's. Firm balls ground to another and only added to the myriad of hot feelings coursing through their bodies as the pair raced towards the height of their intense, musky pleasure.
The air smelt more rude than it had smelled after a particularly horny bar night a couple of weeks ago, which was a good sign for the randy pair, deep in the throes of their doggie style rump romp. Even more insistent than the smell, however, was the pounding of Abs' slick, heavy knot against Dash's hot, burning ass. Their straining, bare flesh rubbed against each other intensely, punctuated by loud growling and teeth-baring huffs from the two canines. The Rottie's balls pulsed and burned, already eager to spill their hot, sticky cum into the awaiting hole, but that little extra still remained.
He also told the Dobie as much, growling and nipping at his neck scruff with his teeth.
"Gonna tie you, bitch..."
The obligatory growl that followed was cut short by a strange huff as Dash felt that fleshy ball jam against his tailhole once, twice, three times before the combination of the pain from the bite on his neck and the immense pressure made his body relent its control and let that final invasion to begin.
Abs' strained balls could not take much more abuse by this point, and thus he only had the time to make a few, short punch-like fucking thrusts before his body simply gave out and started to jerk and shake with the force of his orgasm. Abs' howl was muffled by his mating bite, but that didn't prevent him from drooling all over Dash's neck as he shot his pent-up load into the tight confines of the Dobie's bowels. The added heat from that obscene injection must've pushed the fellow doggie over the edge as well, for his body tensed and shook violently.
A deep musk exploded in the air as the first squirt of cum shot out of the Dobie's bouncing cock and into the messy sheets under the pinned canine. The straining boner jerked and jumped, spraying its thick offering everywhere while Dash's insides coaxed further spurts from his lover deep imbedded within him. Their overworked balls were smashed together and kept giving out more and more of their offering, until both canines involved deep in their mating were shooting proverbial blanks, their bodies simply jerking and stiffening with continuous waves of pleasure coursing through them.
Abs collapsed onto his well-earned mount, breathing steamily against the bruised neck that bore teeth marks and drops of saliva from the drooling Rottie's earlier, growling huffs. His weight pressing on Dash caused the doggie to fall flat onto his belly, ending up lying on the pool of sticky cum he had just expelled. The newly acquired smear on his belly and chest hardly mattered in comparison to the forthy load hidden inside him, now, a gift from his partner in crime currently busy at snorting curses and "God's" close to one of the Dobie's tall ears.
"Ughhh...," the Dobie grunted after a while of being pinned.
"Nhhhhhh," the Rottie rumbled appreciatively while he groomed that ear he has used for husking obscenities into.
"Feels like you've installed some sort of an expansion pack since our last go," Dash snuffled, feeling his tailhole still give the occasional clench around the thick length of a cum-drained cock deep inside his burning rear.
Abs licked his boyfriend's ear and snuffled as he held onto him with both of his strong, protective arms, enjoying the feeling of that exhausted body against his own, so intimately joined still.
"Custom content, eh?" the lewd doggie grinned and jammed his stuck cock just the fraction of an inch deeper into that hot tunnel it currently was lodged within.
Dash grunted.
"Yeah, right..."
"Dontcha worry," the Rottie smirked as his teeth worried the edge of a well-loved ear.
"There's also an unlimited number of reloads from last saved position, so you'll only have to hit the right buttons and we can try all over again."
Dash smirked and couldn't help but agree, if wordlessly, that the promise of a second round wasn't unappealing at all.
"Think you'd wanna switch teams for the second round?" he snuffled, tipping his head to the side to catch his boyfriend's lust-misted eyes.
Abs winked.
"Gimme a ten, ok?" he smirked and hugged the sweaty Dobie close to himself again.
"Yeah, sure."
They rested there for a moment, in their mess and the musk, slowly letting their breathing get steady and slow again.
That's when the lights of the bedroom came up with an ominous flicker or two before the LEDs began to shine brightly and steadily again. From somewhere beyond, the startup chimes of the computer rig came over.
Dash's ears perked at the familiar tune, and Abs felt him shift in his embrace. He growled.
"No way you're going to check if your game progress was saved in the cloud memory," the in the know Rottie growled, catching the Dobie's ear between his teeth again and grunting.
Dash huffed and pressed his head down in defeat.
Abs growled in victory.
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