Orange - Writing exercise.
Orange lines dashed across the wall, the last warning of night as the sun creeps below the horizon. I love this part of the day. Sunset is unparalleled in beauty, the bright oranges and pinks dancing in the sky, the last strands of the day fading gently into the wrappings of the night.
There is another reason I love this part of the day though, and the click of the front door is the first sign. The next are a warm smile and the loving embrace of my one and only. His green eyes a stark contrast to the oranges cast about the living room. They always convey happiness, an energy for life that I adore.
My day had been spent relaxing after a long week of work. My fur was still scruffy and disheveled from sleeping as I greet my lover. He doesn't mind though, just being together is good enough. With both of us working, it was hard to find quality time. But, sometimes fortune shined on us and we had an afternoon to ourselves.
He sweeps past me to change, my eyes taking in his slim vulpine body. The burnt orange of his fur melded with the sunset. The curve of his figure defiant against the beams of light shining through the blinds, the black of his ears and hands reminiscent of the coming night after the sunset. I became aware of what the staring was doing to me and smiled, I'll have to save it for later.
I slip into the bathroom for a quick brushing. My own brown fur was thicker and shorter than my mates so it didn't need much attention. Some people saw it as odd we were together, me being a kangaroo and him a fox. I didn't pay it any attention, I love him and that's that.
My ears wobble as I hear my fox move into the living room. I quickly finish brushing and slipped the shorts I had on to the floor. It only took a few thoughts of him to get me going, enough to give him a good show.
As I stepped out of the bathroom and rounded the corner to the living room, we both laughed. He was laid out on the couch, completely naked. "Seems great minds think alike." I said, walking over to the couch as I leaned over him. "Really? Cuz I've been thinking of this all day." He said, a sultry edge on his voice. His paw came to my cheek as I pressed my lips to his, climbing over him on the couch. My fox pushed against our kiss, a moan coming from deep in his chest, a moan of satisfaction, of fulfilled desire.
I felt his legs wrap around my waist as his tail brushed along my thighs. I broke our kiss and smiled. We didn't need to say a word; the look in my lover's eyes was enough to tell me. A quick glance was also a good reminder. He was entirely excited, his length pressed against mine. I leaned over and grabbed some conveniently placed lubrication. A tingle going down my spine as his paws teased my ears and then down my neck. I got myself ready and tossed the bottle aside as our muzzles met again. I pressed against his warm entrance, pushing a bit forward until a spike of sensation washed over me. I could feel him gasp then relax as I pushed into him.
The familiar sensation of him wrapped around my girth was always exciting, to be so close and sharing the ecstasy of intercourse. My paws couldn't stay off him, sliding down his slim body, gripping his plump rump as I worked my hips against his. Each little yip and groan was music to my ears as our rhythm increased.
Every thrust elicited a gasp from my fox, his length dribbling the signs of pleasure on his fur. The musky scent pushed me onward as I grabbed his rear and gave a good shove. He groaned and buried his face into my shoulder, shuddering at the feeling as I slowly pulled back to drag the moment out.
I could feel a familiar pressure growing within me, the lust to give all I had to my fox. I was sure he felt the same, his gasps of pleasure getting louder as his claws drug through the fur on my back. My thrusts became longer and pushed deeper, getting the full sensation of him wrapped around me as I grew closer and closer to climax.
I buried my muzzle into his shoulder, inhaling that musky scent as I felt myself go over the edge. He pulled me close with his legs, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we shared the height of pleasure. I could feel his spunk against my stomach, warm and thick. I know he could feel my length pulsing deep within him, excreting the last of my lust.
In the sweet dreamland of afterglow we laid together. The feeling of making my lover happy washed over me, making everything seem perfect and complete. The sunset of our pleasure was beautiful, the mass of orange snuggled against my chest from exhaustion. My smile never left my muzzle as I watched his chest rise and fall, knowing he was content and happy with me. As the afterglow started to leave me, my eyes grew heavy. It was time for the embrace of sleep to come and with it rest for the next day to spend with the one thing that truly matters in my life.