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This story is furry-erotic in nature.

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Hello, y'all!

Here is my latest story, just something nice and romantic and easy for that special weekend mood. Returning characters, and a new setting I've never used before, so have a good time, I sure did while writing!

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The little stretch of beach was conveniently protected by a rocky outcropping and a bend in the general shape of the seafront. It made for a nice little secluded corner you couldn't immediately see up from the hill where the more fancy houses stood overlooking the sea. You didn't need to be a mountaineer to get there, either, because it was simply a matter of walking through the wash, past the tall stones, and you'd find a nice little private beach of your own, if you so wanted.

Tom had carried the picnic basket while Grant handled the thick blanket and the battery-powered lantern. They only had to kick over a couple of small pebbles to make enough room so that they could spread the blanket over the sand and make for a nice, smooth, easy surface to lay on. Then the basket was opened to reveal an assortment of finger foods suitable for a casual snack with the waves and the salty winds as their companion.

The plastic boxes that once contained potato salad, fried chicken, fried pork, gravy they could dip fork-impaled pieces of meat on, now were empty and secured inside the picnic basket. This left only the wolf and the lion out in the open, along with the empty bottle of wine and two plastic cups that had been pressed a couple of inches to the sand to make sure they would not fly away, as they still had a couple of sips left. Grant lay on his back, eyes drowsily staring over at the stars, occasionally obstructed by a few clouds that floated lazily over them. His lion lay on his side, with his knee draped over the wolf's legs, while a paw slowly stroked across his full stomach, feeling its slow rise with Grant's breaths, and the outlines of nice abs, covered in soft furs. Wine-smelling breaths tickled the wolf's ear on occasion, and a happy, rumbling purr rose easily from the fellow male. The light they'd brought along had been turned off a moment earlier, so that it would not interfere with their enjoyment of the moon and the stars above.

"Can't believe there's a place like this only a fifteen minute's drive away," the lion murmured, nuzzling the wolf's cheek softly with his own gently smiling muzzle, his purr rumbling deep and loud.

Grant stroked his own fingers over the lion's side, smiling at the slightly ticklish sensation of Tom's whiskers against his cheek.

"Heard about it from Sergeant Rodriguez," the wolf chuckled, "she and her husband stayed around here last summer, and she told me about it when I was asking around for nice beach spots in the vicinity."

Tom smiled and kissed the wolf's muzzle, sideways, and laughed, too.

"Amen Sergeant Rodriguez for telling you about this place," he spoke, tugging on the wolf's thigh with his own calf to pull the tall male closer to himself, "and amen for her for coming back to work and letting me have you for myself again."

The wolf tilted his head a little and smiled, returning the earlier kiss as he stroked his lion's back, slowly. The air smelled of their combined natural musk and wine and a hint of gravy...and the sea, that was as much in their noses as in their ears.

"Amen," Grant smirked and licked over the lion's lips, making him sigh softly.

"Hmmmmm," Tom purred approvingly and pressed his paw more firmly over the wolf's bare belly, feeling the tension in those muscles that rose there when the wolf began to rumble happily upon being kissed back by the lion, while he continued to caress Grant's softly furred body.

The wolf was fit and didn't need much effort to roll them so that he was on his back and the lion was comfortably sprawled over Grant, his legs naturally falling over to each side of the wolf's hips, allowing him to straddle him while relaxing their bodies together. Tom slipped his paws up so that he could cup his wolf's cheeks, holding onto them while their lips met again, like they had done numerous times ever since they had settled for their nighttime dinner out.

Grant's own paws spread over the lion's back in return, one across his shoulder blades, the other at the small of his back, his wrist resting over the base of the lion's thick tail, his palm warm and present along one half of his lion's butt. Its familiar curve was felt by the wolf with an approving rumble, and his ears flicked happily. He could see that Tom had his eyes closed while they were kissing, something he had always found incredibly erotic for some reason. Perhaps it was the idea of receiving such an intense feeling, and lacking one sense would heighten the others and make for an even better experience.

Either way, his lips moved slowly over the wolf's, matting them with their combined saliva as soon as their tongues joined in to the kiss, the deepest they had shared in a long time, now holding their muzzles together firmly, letting their lips dance freely against another. Grant's fluffy tail wagged against the blanket-covered ground, and the lion's own tuffy-tipped tail curled and flexed, allowing the wolf to feel its strength under his own paw, now caressing the bony, strong base of that flicky appendage. They could taste each other now, familiar musk becoming intermingled, the way their bodies were...exactly the way they wanted it to be.

"Hmmmm....hhmmrmrmrmrmrmrrrr...," Tom purred against his mate's lips, tugging his tongue between his own lips briefly before he let it slip free, the wolf's muzzle falling open contently at the sensual feeling of having his mate and lover lap against his lips.

"You're so beautiful...I've missed you so much," the lion crooned, nuzzling down along the side of his tough mate's head, nosing and licking him lightly with his raspy tongue, to feel him, and to mark him with his own scent.

Grant's head titled back and to the side, revealing more of his neck for the lion, who eagerly kissed his mate, slowly, leaning his body down to him so that they were even better lying atop another, sharing warmth to keep any nightly chills away. They both could feel the other's arousal growing, between their flush hips, only now separated by the thin layers of clothing they still wore. Neither had worn a shirt ever since they had arrived, for it was a warm evening, and the wind had ruffled their furs comfortably, and made for good sights, shared across cups of wine and smiles.

The wolf's eyes gazed warmly at the lion's, now revealed, as they stared at each other, lips slick, warm breaths washing over muzzles and carrying their scents. Grant rolled his hips, experimentally, and pressed them up against the lion's, making sure that their hard flesh would be pressed firmly together. The intense feeling made both of them groan, and Tom plastered his lips over the wolf's the moment he felt that pressure against his arousal, causing him to moan into Grant's maw. His paws clutched over the wolf's scruffy mane, digging through furs to feel more of his skin, while the wolf simply growled and enjoyed the hot sensation.

The wolf, in return, grasped the lion's butt and held him down, gently, to savor their growing contact and heat, while sharing his own body heat via his arms, over the lion's curved back and sides. He felt taunt, poised over the wolf, breathing hard and with a purring edge to each of them. Their kiss remained deep and noisy, making their ears flick as each sensual sound reached their senses, and the warmth intensified, one body rocking slowly above another.

Their sex life had been reduced for most part to quickies between two sleepy males, hurried encounters in their bed, the shower, even in the kitchen once, over the dinner table, making glasses rattle across the surface and fall into their doom from the rattling motion. Whatever allure there had ever been to the idea of quick, passionate romps between two mates who couldn't keep their paws off each other and had to succumb to passion wherever they were had disappeared after week one of the wolf's night shift schedule, only leaving the craving they now expressed to its fullest, with their firmly gripping paws and slowly moving hips.

Grant wanted it to last, wanted to explore his lion's body with his paws and his lips, to leave his scent all over the big cat's golden pelts and kiss every inch of his body before entering him and making their bodies one, but now, as the lion purred and softly nipped his neck, he knew he could not last. His body craved the lion in that same way that he had felt ever since that special time in the lion's kitchen...when the pizza they had been making wasn't finished, because they were too busy kissing each other and caressing each other's bodies with flour-covered paws.

Tom, his tongue somewhere between the wolf's lower lip and his gums, his hips moving in a slow rocking rhythm over the wolf's straining groin, knew that he could probably not wait another minute to have hard and fast sex with the male underneath him. His heart was still purring at the sheer romanticism of their evening spent cuddling and snacking, talking softly, laughing, smiling, flirting...and now, making out, hard, and with hardons. No matter his wish for a slow, erotic teasing into fulfillment, his body ached for a relief of that building tension, by his mate, the way they had shared each other's bodies so many times over the years they had been together.

The lion bit on his wolf's lower lip and breathed out.

"There's lube in the basket."

Grant's eyes gleamed and his ears flicked cheekily, while he chuckled, throatily, at the sheer rudeness of his mate's statement, the matter-of-fact note of the existence of an anal sex aid conveniently stashed away for use in any future buggery needs that might arise during gay mating rituals.

"You...think about every alternative," the wolf grinned, feeling heat all over his neck and his cheeks, and enjoyed every thumping beat of his own racing heart.

Tom ground his hips to the wolf's.

"I'm just thinking about you in my ass," the lion grunted roughly.

Grant bared his teeth in a pleased gesture and rumbled happily, and loudly.

"Get the lube, please."

What else could he say?

Tom dislodged himself from the wolf, backing down over his body , moving between his legs, before he shuffled forward and over to the basket, letting the wolf have a good look at his back and the shapely rump, easily distinguishable even in the moonlight. Grant could watch his swaying tail, and how the purring lion leaned over the plastic picnic basket to rummage through it in search of intimate lubricant.

"Looking sexy there, baby," Grant snuffled, his throat dry all sudden, as he listened and watched the lion, and remembered that he ought to be undressing, to get the show on the road as soon as possible.

"Thanks," the lion spared a moment to grin over his shoulder, his paws still in the basket as he searched, and soon found what he was looking for.

Grant unzipped his pants and managed to shuffle out of both his pants and his boxers and kick them off his legs before he laid down over the blanket again, naked to the world, and for his mate's visual enjoyment. His wolfhood lay against his belly, throbbing and emanating a good, strong musk, easily picked up by their noses.

The lion took a moment to slip his tail out the back of his pants before he opened the remaining buttons and rid himself of his own garments, and now he, too, knelt there, naked, with a proud erection to match the wolf's in eagerness, and with a newly opened tube of KY in his paw, squeezed over his palm by the roughly breathing lion.

"Gonna need plenty," he snuffled as the odd, familiar, slightly medical smell of the lube reached their senses, his palm now covered with the slick stuff, "haven't had you in me for a long time."

Grant reached out with a paw and stroked his lion's thigh, even if he truly desire to touch the lion's member and make him feel even better...but he knew to let the lion do as he did...it was his desire, and he wanted to lead them along to it...and he surely could allow the lion that pleasure, now...they could turn the tables later, and enjoy each other even more, and thoroughly.

"We don't have to...," he swallowed,"...we don't have to tie, baby..."

"I want all of you, don't deny me that now that I can finally have it," the lion stood up to stand more upright while still on his knees, and slipped a paw between his spread legs, by his soft sac, until he could reach his tailhole and spread lube over his taint.

"Besides," the lion mused matter-of-factly, if breathlessly, as his fingers prodded into his own flesh, "I've been practicing...just for occasions like this..."

The lion's body tensed, something Grant felt by his paw over his lover's thigh, as the lion caressed himself from within now, spreading himself open briefly and making sure he was anointed for everything that was to come.

Grant's erection pulsed against his belly and felt slick. He though idly that he was probably almost wet enough that they could have done without the lube in the first place, but considering that they had been knotted only twice during the past three months, it was more than a necessary precaution against any uncomfortable stretching for the lion he cared so much about.

Tom felt his body close down upon his own digits as he pulled them out from himself, and then he just sat there, for a moment, looking down to the prone wolf, before he smiled toothily, tail flicking behind him rapidly.

"Come here, baby," the wolf pressed his fingers against the lion's firm thigh, and smiled warmly.

The lion threw a knee over the wolf's body and straddled his lower belly for now, and felt the warm presence of Grant's shaft press against his own slickened balls, briefly, making him purr out loudly. His paws, no matter how wet they were, found the wolf's chest, and held him.

"Give us a paw?" he whispered, deeply.

Grant bit down his teeth and nodded.

"Move back a bit when I tell you okay?"

"Hurry..."

One paw still poised on the lion's thigh, Grant reached between their bodies and held gingerly onto his own shaft, behind the blunt, slick tip, which he now pushed up between the lion's softly furred rump cheeks and pressed against that well-lubed opening hidden at the very base. Tom even curled his tail up a little to make more room, without actually moving it to the side fully. They both gasped at the hot sensation of flesh on flesh. Grant could feel a hint of claws over his pecs, Tom's claws were out as he held securely onto the wolf's body, preparing to be taken by him in their lovemaking. His own barbed length twitched needily, but was untouched for now...he'd have that kind of pleasures later, this was for the full joining of their bodies and the pleasures reached by that act only. Their mating was imminent, but still, there were a few more breathless seconds spent simply watching one another, before Grant whispered.

"Sit...sit down on me, baby."

The wolf's fingers touched the lion's crevice, holding onto him for support and guidance, while the lion backed his hips down and bore his weight upon that spot of their mating, letting his own body do the work of helping his mate enter him as smoothly as possible. His shoulders arched back as the first hints of sensation coursed through him, of being spread open, painlessly, as it was, thankfully, the wolf's heat merging with his own as Grant's pulsing flesh pushed against his only mildly resisting ring of muscle.

"Ahhh...," the purr rose deeply from Tom's chest, his body becoming taunt from effort, as the sensation within him intensified, now that the wolf was gaining ground and only had to pass the inner portal into his body, the one that could not be reasoned with, but had to be overwhelmed by their combined effort of Grant's gentle guidance and Tom pushing his hips down with a deliberate firmness to force their mating to become full.

Grant grumbled as the tension grew, as the lion's body squeezed down on him, for a moment longer, before both of them groaned as the lion's hips smoothly came down over the wolf's lap and he was fully inside him.

"Ahhhh...shit...," Tom groaned, eyes closed, as the stretching sensation bordered on pain for a brief moment before it was replaced by a simple fullness and nothing more, deep inside him.

Grant felt the heat of his mate's body, in and out, all over him, now that Tom was poised above his body, and they were joined. The lion was tight, so warm, and welcoming for his body. Nothing in him tried to repel the wolf from within his body, nothing in his demeanor spoke of discomfort...only pleasure and connection remained.

Tom ground his hips back and forth and set a rocking motion that stroked the wolf's length inside him without actually making for much in and out motion, simply letting his body caress over Grant's shaft in a slightly different manner than during the most basic of all actions, the thrusting of his upon hips to make for a stroking movement. He made both of them call out and grunt, a masculine sound that filled their ears and only served to heighten the pleasure of their mating.

Grant's paws gripped both of his slim lion lover's hips and he held onto them, feeling how they flexed with the rocking motion that was driving him mad with desire, every second bringing him closer to an orgasm that promised itself to be a blinding one. Tom was pawing over his chest, feeling him up, even with his eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations deep within himself that were forcing the purrs and the breaths out of him in loud bursts.

The wolf began to buck his hips in rhythm with the lion's movements, joining into the game at full force, putting his own effort into the slowly intensifying mating. The lion's tail batted against his ankles, its movement putting extra pressure upon him ,curiously, from within, as he slipped incrementally in and out of the lion's body that kept gripping down on him, partially from conscious effort, sometimes simply on its own. The air became soused with scent as watery fluid leaked out of Tom's member, pushed out of him by the caress of Grant's length over his prostate, deep inside his body, making for sensations that were almost impossible to mimic by any other means.

He had missed this so much, this slowness of action, the deliberate holding back, as opposed to the hard rut-like sex they had been forced to have, not because they felt like it, but because there simply wasn't time for anything more. He couldn't have even dared to be knotted to his wolf since it would take up to half an hour for them to be able to come apart again, without discomfort, and that kind of time could not be cut out of the wolf's tight sleeping schedule.

They had only managed to mate with Tom's paw acting to simulate a tie, but now, as he felt the shape and weight of that ball of flesh touching his tailhole every time he ground his hips down upon the wolf, he knew that he wanted it within him, and for it to stay there as long as it would.

Their bodies rocked together endlessly, bringing forth more groans, more tail flicks, more heat, as the friction intensified.

"I'm close," Grant gasped, unable to hold back the tide much longer.

Tom's eyes opened wide as he looked down to him, sweat dripping across his face despite the cool wind that brushed their furs every now and then.

"Tie with me."

Grant pushed his hips forward firmly, and the lion bore himself down, feeling the pressure grow until the wolf's slick knot simply forced itself past his tailhole and within him, spreading his body open to a new dimension of pleasure and being filled by his mate, by taking in all of him. Even through the explosion of sensation filing his groin as he was tied, Tom could feel the wolf's silky sheath touch his taint, signifying that there was no more for him to take.

"Ahhh..."

Tom pushed himself down upon the wolf, pressing their bodies together. He gasped as his sensitive erection was ground between them, even as the movement caused the wolf's knot to be tugged against his tailhole, creating even further pressure. His paws clasped on the wolf's mane and his lips pressed hotly over Grant's, moments before their bodies contracted and the wolf growled.

"Tom...!!"

His name sounded beautiful, even when drawled like that, the wolf being taken by his orgasm as he thrust into the lion once, twice, three times before he lost the count and simply let his instincts take over and cling onto his mate with his paws while his hips rocked back and forth on their own accord.

The lion erupted between their tightly held bodies, expending himself in strong bursts that only seemed to become even more pleasurable by the sensation of his inner muscles squeezing down on the wolf inside him, milking him for more sensation by its very bulk. He could even vaguely feel the wolf's own seed filling him, adding to the heat inside him, marking him as the wolf's own, much the same as he was putting his own scent all over the wolf, quite naturally.

They gasped and groaned in turn, sounding exactly as masculine as two males of their stature should be, lost in the feeling each other's bodies and the pleasures they had brought upon their joined movement, by their joint effort. It left them in a breathless heap of grey and golden furs streaked with the white of the lion's coming, and deep inside Tom's body, the wolf's mark heated him up, giving him a sense of fulfillment from having taken the wolf deep within himself, allowed him that.

They had done it because it was what they wanted, and needed, and it had taken place here, under the stars, with only each other for company, and that was how they wanted it to be.

The sweaty lion nuzzled against his wolf's neck and kissed him, his breaths only slowly tapering down to huffs from the earlier rapid panting.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...you first..."

"..."

"...you..."

"...no, you..."

"...you're huge..."

"...thought you noticed before..." Grant chuckled, enjoying the throbbing sensation as he stayed locked within the lion's rump.

Tom snuffled and licked the wolf's lips.

"You made me forget."

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