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"Why do I always do my best work when its well past when I should be in bed?" I say to myself with a heavy sigh, after I glance at the clock near my bed. I have the habit of talking to myself out loud after midnight.

"You should have been in bed hours ago... Its almost time for Wusky to get to work now, and you forgot to make him his lunch! Its your first night here and you've already messed up..."

Quickly hopping out of my desk chair, I head to the kitchen. I told my mate that I wanted to make his lunch for the first day we lived together. I want to make this day absolutely perfect for him, he's more than worth it. I just get caught up in my work sometimes. It's really easy when you write erotic novels for a living! My partner loves rice, eats it every single day. Honestly I've never really had a liking for it, I prefer to have something different every day, and normally can't stand having the same thing too often.

I finish making his lunch in time to hear the shower start running. I know it sounds really creepy but if you ever watch your mate shower, you'll understand. Watching him rub his hands over his entire body, the soap making his long hair hug his skin, which shows off his sexy muscles...

"Nice one dorkfish, your getting hard now, your such a pervert. Silly bunny, you'll get to see him shower plenty of times in the future." I try to reason with myself as I begin to walk towards the bathroom, hoping he left the door unlocked.

With a gentle twist, the knob of the bathroom door begins to unlock. I try to be as quiet as possible and pray those ears don't hear me over the rushing water. I'm pretty stealthy for a rabbit. It helps being half tiger, but I'm no match for those annoying wusky ears. Once I turn the handle all the way, I begin to inch my way inside, keeping low and doing my best not to make the slightest sound.

His bathroom has a very classic set up; as you walk in there is a large mirror with a small sink and counter built into the wall on your right. Then there is a window to the back yard overlooking the acres that come with the property, and on your left is the half bath, half shower. There are only two things that are wrong with this bathroom. One is that the mirror is obviously made for a his-and-her bathroom, but there is only one sink. The second thing is that both the shower door and the window are glossed... but the idiot that glossed them did it backwards, so the window doesn't give much of a view, but the shower sure as hell does.

I know he won't see me if I move in the first five minutes of him jumping in the shower. He always takes his time washing the hair on his head first and letting the water run over his head, closing his eyes and ears. I make a stealthful hop up onto the window sill and start to enjoy the show. The hair on my mate's body is already covered in water, making it stick to his body like a second skin. His muscles are bulging as he rubs the shampoo deep into his fine wolven/husky hair. As he moves to the back of his neck and down his torso, I can see his pecs start to bulge and pulsate.

My ears droop slightly as I hear him winse when he pulls his tail up to shampoo it, I was too rough on him last night... By now I'm rock hard and have been jerking off since my ass touched the window sill. As my mate turns to wash the shampoo out of his tail I notice him sporting a nice hard-on himself, about half-way out his sheath. He slowly runs his hand down his chest to his sheath and starts to rub the tip of his cock. It emerges out of its hiding and is almost completely hard, his knott just bearly hiding.

He reaches for the special lube we keep in the shower and spreads it on his paw and shaft before beginning to jerk himself. He closes his eyes and starts rubbing his chest and nipples, I have to really fight the urge to join him and help him finish, clothes or not. He pauses long enough to apply lube to his ass before entering a finger in himself and increasing his pace. By now I'm really starting to get into a good rhythm and I'm starting to wonder who will finish first.

A moan escapes the muzzle of my mate as he slides a third finger inside himself, then slowly takes all three fingers out... Then back in, keeping pace with the motion of his fist on his pulsating cock. He moans deeply as his knot comes out of his sheath, his pace becoming faster, harder. His moan becomes a growl as he burries his fingers deep inside himself and shoots his load onto the shower wall. His face is pure crimson as he melts into the afterglow of his watery, wet fun.

I almost finish myself before I realize how awkward it would be to explain why I was in there in the first place. I quickly and quietly get out of the room and head into my office. With a heavy sigh I sit down and try to get back to work.

"Good morning Bunny," my mate says to me, leaning in the doorway with just a towel loosely hanging on his hips.

My eyes linger over his muscular figure, his fur is damp but doesn't look much like a second skin anymore. Even so, his defined body is still enjoyable to stare over. There is a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and he's smirking at me as if he caught me in one of my few dumb moments. That's when I realize I've been staring at him for minutes without saying anything. I blush and turn my head back to my work before muttering a reply.

"Ohayou gozaimasu, ai," meaning 'Good morning, love' in japanese, we are trying to learn the language together.

"How's work goin'? You don't stay up this late often."

"Okay so far. It's been a smooth pace, but I keep getting writers block. I just took a break to make you lunch a bit ago, which helped."

I keep staring at the computer screen, reading and re-reading the story from the beginning to make sure everything is close to perfect. I hear his footsteps as he walks behind me and puts his arms around my shoulders, making me blush harder. He's breathing right into my ear, sending jolts down my spine.

"Lookin' good so far. Nice romantic setting, but... I thought the secondary characters name was Johnny on this one... You put my name again." He says, pointing to a line of text just above the last sentence I had written.

"Huh?" I answer, in a daze from the slight hint of his musk and the breath on my ear. I swallow the knot in my throat before trying to speak again. "Oh, um. Right, sorry hun, not trying to make you famous."

"Well, if you'd like, I could make a suggestion for your story." His breath, hot on my ear as he talks, is driving me nuts.

"At this point, I'm open for anything."

"You could try something like... This..."

His hands slowly move down my shirt, to my belt, where they make quick work of the buckle and zipper. He swivels my chair and licks the shaft of my member from the base to the tip. I moan softly and close my eyes as his warm mouth envelopes the head of my cock, softly sucking down the shaft. He teases my piss slit and head with his tongue as he works his way down to the base. His hands slip under my shirt and playfully tease my nipples, softly pinching and rubbing them. A loud moan escapes my throat as he begins to suck harder and work his head up and down.

His rhythm is slow at first, but soon picks up pace, forcing my cock down his throat again and again. I open my eyes and am amazed to see him staring back up at me, watching as my face turns from red to crimson as I aproach climax. He moves his head faster, forcing my cock deep down his throat. As he begins to moan, I feel myself starting to go over the edge of bliss.

"Wusky, I'm cumming..." I whimper moments before I begin to release the first shot of sticky cum down his welcoming throat.

He moans deeply as he swallows my load, smiling up at me with starry eyes. He releases my cock with a gentle popping sound, thin strands of cum still joining his mouth to my head. I melt into the afterglow of my climax, enjoying the warm tingle of my body.

"Thanks for breakfast angel." My only reply is a half hearted wave as he exits the room.

A few minutes later I'm woken up with a start as I feel my body being lifted into the air. I'm too tired to struggle but still make soft noises of disaproval as my mate walks to our bedroom, my head missing the frame of the doors by inches. With a soft thump, I'm dropped onto our bed and then covered with blankets.

"Sweet dreams bunny..."

I feel a gentle lick on my nose before drifting back into blissful dreams of magic and pink clouds.