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The heated sun continued beating down as it had all day. Even in the shade of the garage Seth could feel the bouts of heat rising off the ground and seeping into what was supposed to be an air-conditioned building. That, however, was not the case for this building, and it seemed even the wires were about as hot as the metal on a seatbelt in June heat.

The German shepherd lay on his back, his shirt open but still wet with sweat as he panted and continued staring at the mess of wires. His eyes strained to make sure he properly followed each wire and where it went, making sure that they were all properly bundled. The AC should've been working, and he'd spent all day in the heat, the black fur on his back acting as a conduit for heat and trying to provide a bit of coolness to just a single part of the house; the garage.

Seth could remember his days down south still, in heat worse than this too, where he'd worked all day. With those memories the current discomfort was nearly laughable. Maybe it was wiring, or maybe putting insulation into a house, or maybe landscaping, or sometimes it was painting---sometimes even all of those. As a teen his father had taught him how to fend for himself. Unlike most of the 'city-slickers' here, as he teasingly called them while in front of Walt, he didn't have to pay some two-bit fool to mess around in his house.

Truthfully he wasn't sure he'd even allow someone he didn't know personally to mess with the house. The last time Walt had called someone to take care of a problem; for the TV, he'd quizzed him on wiring, making sure his knowledge was sufficient. It never failed to embarrass Walt, but Seth didn't really care, so long as no nitwit messed with the house. He installed most of the things all by his lonesome; with the occasional help from his mate Walt; though he called it help it was more a hindrance due to the wolf's lack of knowledge on the matters--still, the intentions were kind enough and that made it all more than bearable. The house was his and the wolf's responsibility, but for the sake of efficiency it mainly fell on Seth. He kept it running in perfect working condition. Heck, even the neighbors knew to call him before calling the repairman; he didn't charge after all.

In fact, the only thing his neighbors had to deal with was his accent, which even after all these years he had never lost and was proud of that too. Why should he, a natural born from the south, change just because he lived with a few city-slickers now? In his own words 'there ain't no reason to fix somethin' good if'n it ain't broke.'

His eyes slowly traced the wire and after a few moments a smile spread over his muzzle. He couldn't find absolutely anything wrong with it--anymore--there were no breaks along it, no frays, or anything. No more mistakes? Leaning up and turning around he made sure everything was still together and then ran his brown paws over his messy jeans, trying his best to remove any moisture before beginning to put the wires back into the unit.

Electrical work had always been a strong suit for Seth. His father, after all, had been an electrician. There had been many days when, instead of getting to go out and play like the other pups, Seth found himself stuck in an attic or looking at a mess of wires with his pop telling him he'd thank him for it one day. And, oddly enough, he'd been very right too. To this day there wasn't a lesson his father had taught him that he didn't think he could use in life at one point or another. Even now, whenever he visited his father, the shepherd could still teach him a thing or two; though he still said he was in his prime.

Standing up and walking over to the fuse box, he looked over at the AC and held his breath. This was the moment of truth. The sound of the switch being turned on made him nervous enough, and the gentle hum of the electricity didn't help either. And then it began. The motor gave a sputtering noise which made Seth cringe, but that was the last of the unhappy sounds. Soon the sound of the fans running, the belts moving, and all those signs that the wiring was back in tip-top shape, were making him grin widely.

"Yes!" Seth barked happily. He waited just a few moments more--in case something went terribly wrong and he needed to shut it off again--before going back over to the unit and setting the metal back into place so he could screw it in. The air, even though it wasn't cold yet blew back his shirt a little, as if a breeze was in the garage. It still felt amazing on his fur and he relished in it. It was yet another handy-man accomplishment he was sure Walt would be proud of.

He nearly--as close as a masculine male could after achieving such success after eight hours of work--skipped over to his work bench and quickly fought around for the familiar cartoon. Once he had it in his paws he wasted no time in his dirty act, lighting up a smoke quickly for his reward. Walt didn't like him smoking, but the wolf had become much more understanding too---with heavy compromise. Moving back over to the machine he worked on the last screws of the AC. He'd only gotten in a few puffs before giving a startled yelp as he was jerked backwards but was otherwise unaffected by the sudden movement. His tail beat against his captor immediately.

"You fix it?"

"Can't ya' tell?" Seth asked happily, looking back and grinning at the wolf. He smiled with the cigarette still between his teeth, a look he knew--despite his qualms--Walt liked.

"I know you did Babe...because you're amazing," the wolf replied, running his paw up quickly to the shepherd's muzzle. He flicked the cigarette out and smirked, "Not now...when I come out to give you a 'good job' kiss,"

Seth frowned, but knew that the reward Walt mentioned was, when it came down to it, not only more enjoyable, but more healthy. He sighed and nodded, "OK...for now,"

"Good," Walt said running his paw up and down the shepherd's tan stomach and chest that faded to brown as it spread out. Leaning forward he rested his head on Seth's shoulder and snuffled, "You're sweaty,"

"You're the one leanin' on me," Seth replied, smiling back at the wolf still, "You're gonna get yourself filthy doin' that...or atleast get my sweat on you," he drawled in his thick southern accent he knew Walt loved.

"I brought you a water," Walt ignoring the shepherd's statement, putting the cool cup in front of the dog's muzzle. He had no qualms with holding the sweaty sheppie, he liked it. "It's hot out here isn't it?"

"Blue blazin' so," Seth agreed quickly.

"Well, come-on, drink some water,"

"Aww, thanks Hun," Seth replied and then took the cup from his mate. He didn't waste a moment with it though, quickly dispatching the liquid before the heat could.

"Slow down, it's not going anywhere," Walt told the shepherd, rubbing over the dog's heated chest.

"Just thirsty," Seth admitted, wiping away the droplets from his chin and giving an 'ahh' sound before putting the cup down. He grunted as his mate renewed the strength of the arms wrapped about him and chuckled lightly at the feeling. Looking back towards him he flicked an ear for good effect before speaking, "Wanna go out tonight Hun? You can treat me to dinner,"

"You'd need a shower...." Walt said, smiling a little.

"Yep,"

"And it's already a bit late....getting towards eight. We might not get seated very quickly,"

"I could go git a shower quick like and be done in a gif. After t--Oh!" Seth let out a light grunt of surprise as Walt's paws suddenly tracked down to his groin. They didn't go past his pants, but the wolf showed no shame in groping his package, "Can I help ya' find som'thing?" Seth asked with a grin.

"Maybe...." Walt replied, taking in another whiff of the air. It was Seth's fault, working the garage and sweating, getting all musky. He let a light growl emit from his throat, right next to Seth's ear.

"Careful there Hun....any further and I'll think you'd be tryin' to bed with me," Seth said, already feeling the wolf cock from his mate being pressed against his rump; a very familiar, immensely enjoyed feeling. Despite his warning to the wolf he lifted his tail and pressed back against the lovely feeling. "Remember...this what got us in trouble with your Pa..." he said, wondering if his mate might take him right here.

"My Dad loves you," Walt said with a grin.

"He didn't love it when he saw us matin' too much," Seth replied, remembering the past thanksgiving a bit humorously. They hadn't locked the door while visiting the wolf's parents and it so happened the elder wolf walked in while Walt had been on kneeling on the ground, plowing his tongue into Seth's soon to be cum filled rump.

Walt pressed more firmly on his mate and pulled with equal firmness, rubbing his groin into the shepherd's rump. He nuzzled the dog and chuckled, "That's an instance...and I bet he just didn't want to admit how hot you looked on your back,"

"Well...what's gone and got you so pent up?" Seth asked, rubbing his rump against the now very prominently felt piece of meat. The idea of being taken at any point was fresh on his mind and he couldn't say it wasn't making him begin to pant.

"You've been out here in the garage all day working...I brought you your lunch and you ate it out here too. Only seen you for about thirty minutes today...you know what the problem is,"

"That's not too bad," Seth said with a chuckle. He let himself be turned around and smiled at the wolf who had that look he knew all too well. A grunt escaped his lips as the wolf pulled him closer but he kept his paws at his side, acting innocent, "Oh...wh--"

"I want my 'Sheppie time' now," Walt announced simply before leaning forward and kissing the shepherd greedily. His mate always--always--said that he was a tease, but Walt was sure it was the other way around. The shepherd knew how weak he was for a good musky scent, and Seth's was the best--to his nose. It was obvious the shepherd knew what he wanted because Seth didn't even miss a beat in their kiss, having begun it perfectly and still kissing him eagerly.

The only problem was the shepherd's lack of paw action. Still, Walt decided to use it against his mate. He pushed the shepherd back once, and then twice, leading him through their garage until he knocked the dog against the door. He pressed his own body against the shepherd's roughly, so that they were nearly stuck to one another. Seth opened his eyes to glare at him, but Walt ignored it and pushed against the dog again. Seth grunted at him but he just moaned before increasing the passion of the kiss, which soon enough won over his mate also.

"Mmm," Seth moaned into his mate's muzzle, chuckling at the same time as Walt's paws continued to molest him. The wolf tongue battled with his own, a familiar fight that he was more than skilled in. After a few enticing tongue ties and greedy gropes, he felt Walt's lips sliding against his own and finally the wolf's tongue slipping out of his muzzle. Licking his lips he had a feeling he was already well rewarded for his hard work. "You must've missed me today!"

"How could I not?" Walt asked with a smile. He rubbed his already hard member against the shepherd and cocked his head, "Bedroom?"

"Imma grab a smoke first,"

Walt frowned at the dog. This was yet another instance of the dog teasing him, though Seth would religiously disagree.

"Hey, you went and wasted a good cig' just then...I want one and..." Seth said and felt a bit of a southern dramatic flare hit him, "And dagnabbit I'm gonna have one,"

Walt frowned even more deeply but after a second rolled his eyes, "Fine...fair enough...southern hick," he said with a smile as he walked into the house.

"Don't think I didn't hear that!" Seth yelled after the wolf.

"I hope you did you," Walt said and turned back with the same smile, "And soon I'm gonna hear you whimpering for me--so hurry up and 'git dat der southern arse in here' OK?" he jeered, trying on his best accent.

"Huh...must think he's really funny," Seth said, smiling at the wolf too, quickly sharing a loving stare before Walt disappeared into the house. He laughed to himself as he grabbed another cigarette from the work bench and quickly lit it, "Damn fool...ya'd think he learn a little respect when it comes to a dog and his smoke," he said with a small smile.

He quickly made his way back into the house, taking off his shoes and socks at the door. The feeling of cold wood on his feet was a blessing, and for a second he took a pleasure in just standing still and letting the heat seep from his body. After a moment though he noted the trail of wolf musk--straight into the bedroom and a grin popped up on his muzzle. He started down the hall, stopping for just a second to grab his hat from a table--something he knew would add to his current look and make Walt a bit more eager. He entered the door and blew a trail of smoke the wolf's way, "OK...you wanted me, you got me,"

Despite his qualms with the shepherd smoking, Walt had to admit how attractive Seth looked--standing the doorway, his shirt undone, the belt hanging open, his cowboy hat tilted just enough to make a shadow over his face(though he knew the shepherd was being a tease by wearing it), the smug look the dog had, and the cigarette between the canine's teeth--amazing. The look was enough to give him a shiver, and he couldn't help but smile at the big dog, "You know I hate it when you smoke in the house,"

"Oh, com'-on now Hun," Seth said, huffing out a bit of smoke, "You only let me have one of these a day and I'm usin' it to look good for ya',"

"You don't need to be smoking to be smoking in my eyes," Walt replied, smiling more genuinely at the dog. That southern accent Seth had, the way he drew out his words, the drawl of it all, it always did wonders for him. Even after five years of living up in the north the dog still held his southern drawl, and he loved it. It had been why he'd asked him out in the first place--having a weak spot for it.

Seth took a long drag on the roll of paper and held it in, enjoying how it made him feel. He'd tried giving up smoking a million times, but had never succeed; till Walt at least. Sometimes he couldn't quit for a day and other times he'd made it two weeks. Every time he came back though. A large part of it was having to have something to take a drag on, and another large part was the chemicals; he got far too jittery without them. Walt was the only guy who changed that. The wolf helped him slowly wean off the nicotine, but not with any medications or therapies, but by simply being there.

It had been odd when he didn't understand it but now it was perfectly clear to him; he treasured the kisses from his mate more than the hit of nicotine. Of course when they had first begun dating, even before the sex, they'd had little quarrels about his habits; which continued throughout the first year of their relationship. It wasn't like he always treasured the wolf's kisses though. No, at first he would've rather not smoked than to kiss the wolf; they'd started out with a love-hate relationship. But somehow it all worked out, and to this day Walt still told him that their 'I'm sorry' makeout sessions were the only thing that made him stay with him for so long. Oh, those had good memories. At around the year marker he and Walt had finally been unable to just stop at their kisses--even if after a make up makeout--and moved on into the bedroom. That had been a night they both remembered; one of them more so for the way he walked the next day.

It wasn't till then that Seth really thought much about quitting--at least not for himself but someone else's sake. But Walt tried to really help him quit, telling him he cared for him and those cliché yet tender things. That wasn't to say the wolf's method was tender. Walt's method had been novel, and made quitting actually fun; well, at the very least bearable for the first month. The wolf had given him an ultimatum of sorts every day; he could smoke, or he could suck him off however often he wanted for that day. Seth thought the offer had seemed pretty stupid to begin with--as if he'd give up smoking just to be the one to suck the wolf, not even get sucked off--but after his second day without a drag he found he had to have something between his lips; cock, though quite thicker, being a nice second option. He was sure Walt had enjoyed that first week, and the second up till he was making Walt shoot off blanks in his muzzle. During those first two weeks he remembered attacking the wolf's cock so heavily and often that it was a miracle he didn't break the poor wolf's cock. Very slowly he came down to where instead of smoking a pack a day he was only at two smokes, and if he didn't have the jitters at night, then just one. Then his mate went and pulled a fast-one on him; Walt bought him an electric cigarette.

He released the smoky air and gave a sigh. The electronic cigarette was nice, and he used it more frequently than going out and actually buying the real things now--not having the aftersmoke and the ash was the biggest deal. He enjoyed it, still being able to get his nicotine and smoke at the same time. Still, there was something about a real one that held a bit of everlasting appeal to him, and he allowed himself one a day--though he sometimes didn't even use them.

"Don't you enjoy the smell too?" Seth asked, and then let out a smoke ring, knowing it would amuse the wolf.

"It's OK. I don't mind the smell...you know I hate that aftertaste it leaves in your muzzle...and the ash," Walt replied, smiling at the dog. He pulled his phone off the bed and smiled, "But I will tell you this...you do look hot like that--now give me some poses,"

Seth rolled his eyes but did as the wolf asked. Even if he knew he wasn't a model, his mate could make him feel like the most handsome guy around. He flexed, showing off the benefits of his labor and all the while feeling more sexy. Walt gave him all the poses to give; many of them having a western feel to begin with. He was Walt's 'strong, sweet, southern dog' after all, and he had no troubles playing that role for the wolf. After the first snap he tilted his hat a little, covering one of his eyes and letting his thumbs hook into his jeans.

"There you go...work that bod for me," Walt said, actually enjoying himself--both visually and physically. He knew he'd have the photos onto his computer later, though he doubted he'd share many of them---many of them weren't too appropriate; especially as the clothes came off. "That's hot Seth...now...show me some of that smugness,"

Seth chuckled and rolled his eyes before a flash quickly blinded him.

"Perfect,"

"I wasn't trying Hun," Seth replied, letting out a slow stream of smoke and posing once more. Of course, Walt told him he didn't need to try to look smug; it was natural. Walt had him continuing to do that for a few minutes. The wolf even had him cover his crotch with his hat at one point, which he felt made no sense seeing as he was still in his jeans. The hat, his shirt, and shoes were soon left forgotten in the corner while Seth felt his member throb with every lewd compliment his mate gave him. His favorite was probably where he'd leaned against the doorway with his cock pointing at the wolf and he was licking his lips--much like a wolf. At the moment he had his paws behind his head and his legs spread when the last flash from the phone came, and in perfect time because he was nearly done with his smoke.

"Thanks Babe....now, go rinse your mouth,"

Seth frowned and took a step closer to the bed, "Come-on...all that posing for ya' got me in the moo--"

"Mouthwash,"

"Gu--"

"Or no sex,"

"You wouldn't!" Seth said suddenly, pointing an accusing finger at the wolf. "That there is just plain evil!"

"Try me,"

"I would if ya'd let me at you," Seth said, smirking and hoping to win the battle with a bit of wit.

"Cute...."

"Not as cute as you,"

Walt grimaced and pointed past the shepherd to their bathroom, "You know I hate it when people call guys cute! Now go rinse,"

"Aww...I'm s'rry Hun..." Seth said, taking another step over to the wolf. "Yer han'some--really,"

"Rinse. Now,"

Seth stayed his ground for another minute but eventually conceded, mostly because he knew kissing the wolf would be more fun if they were both fully engaged. Letting out a dissatisfied "Chh" sound he glowered at the wolf before turning towards the bathroom. He grudgingly went back to their bathroom and began to rinse, doing a thorough job with it. When he finished he rinsed with water, not wanting to have the minty flavor overpower his kiss and then looked into the mirror and smiled.

Running over his fur and making sure he looked as sexy as he could, Seth strutted back into the bed room and saw that Walt had taken the initiative with clothes; the wolf's being set on the floor and his mate giving him an eyeful of wolf. "Mmm,"

"Hey...and 'mmm' yourself," Walt said with a smile, "Get that furry butt over here,"

"Gonna talk like that now ain't we?"

Walt smiled and as soon as Seth was in reach touched his chest, running his paws over the six-packed muscle and enjoying how warm the male felt. He leaned over and nuzzled his mate's abs, murring a little as he did so. A few more moments passed and once he felt he had enough of the shepherd's smell into his own fur he pulled back and rubbed over the abs once more. After a second of gentle touching he wrapped his arms around the shepherd and jerked him onto the bed.

"Woah!" Seth let out in a yelp and fell onto his mate with a thump, the smaller wolf holding his weight easily after years of that happening, "...eager?" he asked with chuckle.

"Oh come-on Seth...not like I wanted to wait while you rinsed...." Walt said, shaking his head at the shepherd.

"Well," Seth said, rubbing his paws greedily over the wolf, "What'cha gonna do now that ya' got me?"

"Oh, I have a few ideas," Walt teased, leaning up and kissing the dog quickly. He'd meant for it to be a short peck, but Seth showed no indication of giving him up and he found himself in a tongue battle with the shepherd, moaning and gripping at his mate's fur. The larger male allowed him to end up on top and when he broke free Seth leaned up and laid a very sloppy and wet lick over his face, making some of his furs stick together. He grinned through it though and laughed, "I'd say I'm not the only eager one,"

"Nope Hun...wanna get my paws on you real bad,"

"Real bad?"

Seth ear's flickered, one falling slightly and he cocked his head, "Really bad?" he guessed, assuming his mate was once again fixing his nearly impetuously put together grammar. He'd hoped after nearly three years together Seth would get it through his thick skull that he wouldn't change his grammar; it was part of him.

"No...I was asking you how bad you want me,"

Seth's frown went away and his ears perked back up to full attention, "Really bad!" he barked.

Walt couldn't help a tiny laugh but he muffled it by leaning down and kissing the shepherd once more, this time staying and suckling on the dog's tongue. Through the kiss he moved his paws down towards Seth's pants and made short work of them. The heavy musk hit him immediately and he moaned into the kiss, which Seth took as the opportunity to take advantage and overpower him in their kiss.

Seth mauled his mate's muzzle for the next minute, glad he could just focus on the kiss. Despite his great ability to mess with wires and know exactly what went there and make deft work of it, whenever he was kissing and trying to declothe himself--or Walt--he failed miserably. Without his clothes though, there was nothing to stop him from laying it thick onto his mate. He let out a dissatisfied half-bark when Walt pulled away from his muzzle and he opted to lick over his mate roughly.

"Seth...you're making my fur wet," Walt complained, leaning away from the shepherd tongue that he knew far too well to think that it could be controlled.

Seth pulled his tongue back into his muzzle and ground his hips against the wolf's, "Wanna make you real wet Hun...want you bad--real bad. Wolf down some wolf cock,"

Walt felt his cock pulse madly against the shepherd, all too well knowing that words like that always meant a great time for both parties. He looked at the shepherd and smiled, about to speak when a wet tongue ran over his face. He ignored it though and cocked his head, "I'm not stopping you from wolfing down your favorite treat you know,"

Seth was just about to lick over his mate's face again when he stopped and grinned at the wolf, who was grinning too. He rolled Walt onto his back and soon came face to cock with the said treat. He smiled happily at it and eyed it like one would something that had been desired throughout year, not just a casual interest.

"Well, go on," Walt said with a chuckle, spreading his legs fully for the dog. Tensing the muscles in his lower regions he made his member bop against the shepherd's nose, leaving a trail of pre connecting them.

"Don't hav' to tell me twice," Seth said, licking his lips and quickly taking the head of his mate's member into his muzzle. Walt had brought out the subby side of him; over the years at least. Till this day he was sure it started when the wolf had told him he could smoke or he could suck him off; and he'd chosen the later. Over the years he found how much more he preferred to be the subservient one in the bedroom, always wanting to please the wolf. Walt assured him it was because he was a wolf and was the alpha, usually jeering him on about it.

Seth didn't mind that explanation though. When the wolf had first said it he'd just laughed at him, but now he actually agreed with him, if not just for the sexual appeal it brought. He couldn't deny that after four years of sex with Walt that the wolf wasn't the alpha, and that he wasn't the very willing beta. There was something about being a good doggie for an alpha wolf that Seth knew was--well, frankly--natural. And he was fine with that, he wanted to be Walt's good doggie because he knew his alpha always took care of him.

"Oooh, Seth....good-boy," Walt moaned, pressing Seth down onto his member till the shepherd's lips kissed his knot. Seth easily, and happily, deepthroated him, moaning and swallowing around his cock. After a moment Walt pulled on his fur, bringing him up before pushing him back down.

Seth moaned again, running his tongue along the veiny shaft and swallowing around the head of his mate's cock again. Soon enough the paw on the back of his head lost its guiding job and Seth took that as his time to do whatever he wished.

On his first time he moved slowly, lathering every inch of wolf cock with his tongue. He didn't bother to hide his moan of pleasure, knowing he couldn't hide the fact he was enjoying himself from Walt. And the wolf wanted him to enjoy himself he thought as his lips kissed the knot. Opening his muzzle more he moved past the half-formed knot and sealed his lips back around his treat.

Wolf cock throbbed in mutual pleasure in the back of his throat, with Seth only able to swallow around the head and lick the shaft. Above him he could hear Walt's heavy breathing, along with the dog's tensing muscles. Another spurt of pre hit the back of his throat and slid down onto his tongue, causing him to gurgle around the cock happily.

"Good-Boy...you earned it," Walt told his mate, resting his head and knowing the small compliment would do wonders for Seth's libido. He proved himself very right by the wolf greedy suckling, feeling his balls tingle familiarly. A moan escaped him and was mingled with Seth's though it was gruffer.

Seth pulled away from the knot before he could no longer do so. Minding his teeth he moved off the tangerine sized knot before beginning a much more free bobbing motion. His pace varied, sometimes being slow and sensual so as to savor all his mate had to offer, and other times being quick and greedy so he found Walt's knot meeting his lips as the wolf bucked up into him. For as long as he was allowed he bobbed his head up and down his mate's cock; his well deemed 'treat'.

"Keep it up...we may not make it to the main event Seth," Walt moaned with a small chuckle. He rubbed the dog's head affectionately and let out a sigh, "Ohh, but, you want to get started soon?"

Seth moaned his answer up to the wolf, something that didn't make up any words or intelligible sound yet he knew the wolf knew what he'd meant. He stayed where he was for just a moment more, swallowing the pre again and letting it build back up before pulling off. His lips glistened along with the cock that was attached to the very happy wolf; which made Seth feel happy too, even aside from the fun of sucking his mate off.

"Thanks Babe,"

"My pleasure...not that you wouldn't be able to tell," Seth replied with a smile. He shuffled up to his mate and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, even darting his tongue in to share his mate's natural flavor with him.

"I'll give you a special reward later tonight. Might work on the other side if you don't mind," Walt replied, placing a paw firmly on the shepherd's rump. He couldn't help but laugh at how the shepherd's tail began to swish back and forth; a sure sign he would have no one denying him. "First though....how about I give my strong, sexy, southern dog a real treat?"

Seth couldn't help his grin and nodded. The promise of being rimmed by the wolf--perhaps after he took his mate's load--was one he made sure to hold the wolf too. Of course that wouldn't be terribly hard; Walt loved eating him out, especially when that involved getting to see the results of his own work. Whatever it was about Walt that did make him so subservient he didn't mind at all; he loved the wolf and he just so happened to love everything Walt did to him too. "You bet,"

"Good...now get the lube babe,"

Seth barked an approval and very soon found himself on his back, with one of Walt's finger planted firmly into him. They forwent their normal foreplay, by his own whimpers enticing his mate to continue further. After the third finger plopped out and his mate wiped the slimy digits across his pucker he assumed the position. Getting onto all fours and lifting his tail he looked over his shoulder and smiled at the wolf, "Lookin' sexy Hun'...could do all sorts of t'ings with ya'," he said, his accent coming out more than normal at the time.

Walt smiled at the shepherd and moved forward, pressing his tip against the shepherd's pucker. He let out an unexpected groan of pleasure when the dog pressed back onto him, taking his tapered head into the tight, warm orifice. The groan was followed by a small chuckle and he pushed himself in the rest of the way, edged on by the huffs and groans from the male below him. Soon enough he was balls deep into the shepherd, being careful his knot didn't become stuck however. He ran his paw over the small of Seth's back and patted one of the dog's cheeks, "You're the hot looking one Babe...tail hiked up and on all fours like a good sheppie, right?"

"Right," Seth groaned, allowing his mate to call him by the small pet-name because it was hot--at least it was in bed.

"Don't you worry...I'll be the one doing all sorts of things to you,"

"Huuuun," Seth breathed out, still becoming accustomed to the girth and length. He could feel the knot slowly expanding inside of him, but they'd done this enough to know when to draw it back for the real fun. A roll of the wolf's hips caused him an unexpected tremble and Seth sucked in a greedy breath, "Yeah...take me," he sighed.

Walt grinned and leaned down, letting his lips near the shepherd's ear, "I plan on it...gonna claim my doggie all over again--he wants that, yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah," Seth breathed out, surprised his mate was already telling him such things. He loved to hear them nonetheless. He looked over his shoulder at the wolf and a shuddering moan escaped him with Walt's rolling hips. Doing his best he licked his mate from chin to nose and smiled at him, "I love you,"

Walt's smile became gentle and he nuzzled against the shepherd in return, "I love you too," he said and licked the dog before pulling back up. It was a slight mood killer in terms of hot-rugged-breathless passion, but in terms of increasing his desire for the male, the words were unparalleled. Where before he'd wanted to take his mate, now he had to; it was the most passionate way to express his feelings for the dog; and by accepting him, the dog said equal amounts back.

Pulling back there was a slight plop as the nearly half-inflated knot left the shepherd's rump, with a groan from the receptive party. Walt continued to pull back until only his head was left in before pushing back slowly. Once his knot touched his mate's tail-hole he pulled back, and then once he was nearly out he pushed in.

Seth moaned and let his head fall low while the act continued, pressing his hips back in time with his mate's own slow thrust till they had a pleasant pace built up. Each time the tapered head ran over his prostate there was a tiny shake in his body, which continued as the shaft ran into him and was pulled back out. It had started out making him feel really full, and then the pleasure began to build, until now every time the cock pulsed inside him his own was throbbing needfully.

Walt kept his paws over the shepherd's back, running it through the black fur and occasionally tugging on it. The familiar warmth in his loins was building, and the release would have to come eventually. He focused on his mate though, and the pleasure he could bring him--give him. That was what it was about; Seth and himself. Soon he'd have to give over to his desires, not that those disclosed his mate. No, they actually made their bonding all the better, if not more primal.

Seth gave a chuckling moan and rolled his hips on the next thrust, hitting his prostate in a new way that caused the string of pre to finally fall onto the bed. If he'd just raise his paw to his cock and give it a stroke he had no doubt he spray his load--that was how good his mate was. But that wasn't the way it worked, it wasn't the way he even wanted it to work. He wanted to please Walt fully, to be the one who made Walt lose himself in pleasure, to be the recipetant of the wolf's pleasurable tugs and thrusts, and finally to be the one who received his entire pleasure simply from one male--his mate.

"Good?" Walt asked, keeping a calm and collected pace but feeling the urge to go fast and hard growing in him slowly. The sight didn't help either, seeing his mate so freely subjected to him; as he knew Seth would be anyway. Seth's hiked tail was the biggest attraction--to know the male had made himself vulnerable, even if in the pursuit of pleasure, to him. He watched as his cock slipped back and forth in his mate, his ears constantly flickering with the dog's happy moans of pleasure, sweat building on his chest, and a more dominant force growing very quickly in him. Even now, when he'd stopped thrusting into his mate, Seth's hips continued to slide back and forth; the dog willingly doing the act to himself. A growl slowly ebbed out of his throat. He wanted to take the dog, to breed him and have the shepherd howl in the pleasure he gave him; it was instinct. The instinct to breed his mate, to give an equal amount of pleasure as he received or hopefully more, to have some physical manifestation between them of their bond, to show their affection through growls and moans--that must be instinct. How could it not be? Seth told him to breed him--the shepherd wanted it.

Seth looked back and knew the look on his mate's face immediately, a look he'd come to anticipate as the beginning of a bout of pleasure. He continued rocking his hips on the wolf's cock and leaned up onto his knees before relaxing onto Walt's chest, "You stopped thrusting Hun..."

Walt's nose was assaulted with a combination of his mate's scent. There was the smell of Seth who had been out in the garage for hours working in the heat to make him happy, sweating and getting musky; the smell of Seth's arousal--that of a male's need. He buried his nose in the nook of the dog's neck and inhaled deeply, moaning happily and continuing to do so for a few moments while Seth rolled his hips back and forth on him. "Want you bad," he admitted.

"Want ya' bad too Hun...want you to take me--git me?"

Walt's lip curled slightly and he tugged on the southern shepherd, "Yeah...you want it, right?"

"Yes--want my big, bad wolf to fuck my ass," Seth said, knowing the little bit of dirty talk was all that was needed to push Walt into that phase when the wolf's only intention was to breed him and make him howl in pleasure. "Make me your good doggie Walt--that's what I want,"

The growl increased and Walt let his hips resume their thrusting now that his mate, his lover, had told him what he'd wanted to hear more than anything. Now grunts of pleasure filled his ears as he began a rougher assault on his lover, knowing full well what was expected of him. He left his paws splayed over the dog's chest, and began to nip and lap at his mate's neck, to which the dog tilted his head.

Seth kept his head to the side, unsure if his mate intended to give a mating bite so early but not bothering to ask to horny wolf either. Instead he allowed himself to simply enjoy the pleasure from both sides, a cock lodging itself within him and a sloppy mess made of him with kisses, bites, and licks at his neck and shoulder. "Fffuuck..." he grunted when the wolf grinded roughly into him, sure no other words quite fit the moment.

Walt released his mate and Seth barely managed to catch himself. His paws landed over the male's hips and he began his new pace, grunting along with the happy dog all the while. It seemed he couldn't stay satisfied with one position for long because he soon had his arms wrapped around Seth and was humping eagerly into the shepherd below him.

Seth moaned happily, his eyes closed and a dumb grin on his muzzle as the feelings--and cock--were filling him. As it was he could no longer push himself back onto the wofl, but with Walt's increased fervor it was unneeded wholly. His mate was in the process of doing the very thing he'd begged for so many times, and would beg for many times again.

Walt huffed a little, trying to keep his pace from faltering least their session turn into a short one because of his lack of control. He knew it was worthless to think of other things; because his entire mind was focused solely on his mate and their bonding. The shepherd's tail flickered occasionally, stuck between them now and seemingly independent of any of Seth's thoughts.

Seth growled in unison with the wolf, a mixture of pleasure and warmth running through his body as the wolf jerked at his body. A curt pull from the arms around his stomach made him lose his grip on the sheets and sent him down onto the bed, face on the mattress and rump in the air being continuously abused by his mate. His cock spurted another trail of pre over their bed, two paws landing on his shoulders told him he wasn't supposed to get back up.

Walt slammed his hips down onto Seth, getting the shepherd to moan loudly into the pillows. He could feel the dog pressing back onto him, a sure sign that he wanted to be tied; which he would give him. A snarl found its way over his muzzle as he bred the shepherd, taking him roughly like they'd had a few days of foreplay and not just a casual encounter. The continuous idea that his mate wanted him drove him into the shepherd.

"Walt--you're gonna make me sore," Seth breathed out, eyes closed and grunting at all the times the wolf could make him do so. His cock had produced a puddle of pre beneath him and even the times when Walt stopped for a second he had his hips rolling back onto his mate. He moaned again as he did just that, rolling his hips a little as the wolf stayed planted in him for a brief moment before pulling out. Another rough thrust into him elicited a yelp and the wolf's paws gripped onto his back fur. "Yeeessss,"

Walt snarled and slammed back into his mate. The shepherd moaned again and he drew it out, grinding himself into the needy dog. Another pull on the dog had Seth's tongue escape his muzzle, and Walt just grinned at the sight. A bit of drool from his lips slipped from his muzzle onto his mate's sweaty back, marking Seth in yet another way. That was his right, it was the right Seth gave to him; to mark and take him. After all, they belonged to each other and it was his job to make everyone know Seth belong only to him. He moved his paws down to the shepherd's raised hips and pulled on him again, "You want it?"

Seth yelped again and tried to relax, but was tensing from the treatment, his lower quarters beginning to hold that all too well known pressure. Try as he might to push back onto his lover, Walt was already firmly planted in him; leaving him to simply roll his hips. He leaned his head up and looked back at the wolf who was grinning over him and just grinding back against him, teasing him beyond measure. "Yes....I want it bad! Fuck me Hun!" he whined.

Walt renewed his effort pounding his mate furiously.

"Ooohh,"

The noise only added to Walt's desire. It was building like an avalanche now; he had to have the dog. He pressed his knot against Seth, knowing the shepherd would understand his intentions, and also judging the amount of work he would need to complete their tie. Despite the growing pleasure and heat, years of experience kept Walt's hips making a pleasant and great rhythm, bucking and grinding into the male beneath him.

Seth wasn't sure how he kept himself up, but he did it as his mate laid into him more roughly than ever before. Over Walt's growl and his own pants he could make out the sound of wolf balls slapping against his taint, and could feel the knot opening him up; the pain not nearly equal to the pleasure of the assault. "P--Please Walt...take m--ohhh! Yeah, just like that! Tie me...tie your Sheppie--Oh I love you!" he yelped, not realizing half of what he said, especially calling himself the wolf's 'sheppie' which he normally avoided.

Walt jerked on the dog at the mid-point love confession and snarled all the more viciously, even if he would've liked to tell his mate his own feelings. He rocketed back into his mate every time, knowing Seth's defenses wouldn't last much longer. The shepherd's needy whines ran over his ears, which he knew was a combination of pain which he hated to cause his mate, but also pleasure and a desire to be tied; a desire he planned to fulfill.

Once more Seth had no idea how he was able to keep himself up, especially when he felt Walt's sweaty chest and stomach pressing against his back as he held them up for their final race to the finish. There was strength in knowing they were so close though, and the wolf's pistioning cock reminded him of it every second. He barely made out his own yelp of pain as the wolf's knot speared him half-way before failing due to the growling wolf next to his ear.

"Tilt!" Walt growled, and before he'd finished the word his mate had complied with the command. With that, Walt bit down onto his mate's shoulder in their customary mating bite and continued his assault. Once. Twice. On the third strike he felt himself slip through and he was quickly trapped in his mate. It only took a moment for the feeling of the tie hit him, and in response he bit down all the more roughly on his mate and began to buck as hard as fast as was possible.

The tie. The amazing feeling. The pain had already dissipated in that region of his body, though not at his shoulder where the wolf was jerking with pleasure. Pleasure ran through him and it was much like he was hyperventilating. After a few choked grunts he felt a throb in his tunnel, followed by a flushed feeling of wolf cum splashing inside him. The small bit did it for him, and Seth's own cock pulsed and throbbed beneath him before releasing his juices. Seth felt the first shot run through him like lightening; it was breathtaking.

As soon as air was in his lungs he let out his most prideful howl, unable to hide the look of ecstasy he had with his mate bucking as quickly as he could into him, and cumming paws free. Perhaps to others it was a strange sight, but for him it couldn't have been better. To feel his mate's cock lodged inside him, the wolf shooting his seed into him, Walt's sweaty chest pressed against his back, those were just a few things that made him feel ecstatic.

It was nearly half a minute before Seth's voice cracked and his howl died, along with the last shot of cum from his spent and happy cock. It only took a moment though for him to fall down into the puddle of cum and pre he'd made over the course of their lovemaking. He whined happily at the feeling of bliss, along with that of slight pain from the mating bite which he would've begged for if he'd had the breath.

Walt continued his growl and kept his hips flush against his lover's, as if to pull back would risk letting go of his mate. He could feel something wet and slimy on his arms that he had fallen into and could only assume it was his mate's cum. Stars had danced in his vision while Seth had howled and the sheppie's tunnel had clenched like a vice around his cock. The only thing he'd been conscious of was the fact that the shepherd was thoroughly bred by him and belonged entirely to him, and that his mate's sounds were ones of pleasure.

"Th--Thank you," Seth panted, feeling the cool seed between himself and the bed seeping into his fur. He felt another pulse of wolf cock and his muscles tightened again, "Ohh...thank you Hun,"

Walt had an unmistakable--at least to Seth--smile on his muzzle despite his teeth being sank into the shepherd; one that he had every time they were in their afterglows of love making, every time he'd claimed his mate as his own, or when his mate had claimed him. He slowly pulled his teeth away from the shepherd, leaving a mark from where he'd bitten and knowing it would be sorer than the dog's rump. His head fell on that spot nonetheless; it--and the entire dog--were his after all. "I love you Babe," he sighed.

Seth allowed himself to be rolled over, believing he'd end up on his side, but found himself on his back, with Walt still under him. The wolf's cock pressed star-inducing-strongly into his gut and he fought back a whimper of pleasure, letting it out instead as a sigh of his own. A minute passed and he felt a nimble tongue beginning to trace his ear. After a second minute he was aware that he had his legs spread and his seed had seeped off his chest and probably onto Walt's own.

"Geez, ya'd think you ain't got off in week---pounding me like that," Seth said, panting heavily while the wolf nibbled on his ear. "I sucked you off just last night,"

"If I remember right; you were the one who asked to suck me off--like a good sheppie should if I can add. Oh, and you're welcome," Walt replied with a smirk. He was on his back while the shepherd laid on his own back on top of him, still firmly planted on him.

Seth snuffled and nestled back into the wolf, "Still don't mean you ain't got off yerself lately,"

"And I sucked you off last night too," Walt said defensively. "I wasn't the one barking 'please please...ooooh' was I?"

"I r'member. And I r'member knowin' I'd begged ya for it if'n I could keep a straight breath," Seth said with a small chuckle. He'd have howled it too. "But am I the only water in a desert to ya'...what's got yer foot in a trap?"

"Your fault...teasing me and everything," Walt said, his voice back to normal. He always got much more brass and angry sounding in the bed if he and Seth weren't having a romantic session. Seth could be a romantic, a very large one too. But that session had been needy and full of lust--with romance being a subcategory of passion for them.

"Only teasin' I did was that posing for you," Seth replied, snuffling a little at how the wolf's paws ran over his stomach. Walt's paw soon ran over his cock squeezing his knot and making him moan and push his hips back onto the wolf's, "You're the real tease,"

"You loved it," Walt replied, chuckling a little. He chuckled at how Seth spread his legs against his own and panted lightly while trying to act like he wasn't in an incriminating position. Of course, Seth and him had spoken many times while the sheppie was planted on his cock with spread legs and a subby grin. To them, they could've easily made plans to visit family in their position--hell, they may have at some point.

Seth snuffled again, not verbally replying yet. Of course he liked it rough, and he really would be sore for a bit, but it was the best kind of sore you could have. It was like his usually composed mate could just let it all out in the bed; and he loved being able to be his conduit. Walt knew that too, and they were in perfect synch. The wolf was his everything after all. "Yeah...I did," he admitted after a bit.

"Yeah?" Walt asked with a smirk, "Tell me what you loved,"

Seth felt his ears flicker and a bit of pride run through him. It wasn't uncommon for the wolf to want to hear a bit of praise--Seth loved to praise him anyway. Praising Walt was like self-gratification because all it meant was he Pressing back onto his mate he let out a moan and tensed his muscles on the thick knot, "Loved you fucking me...breeding me into bliss and marking your dog--git'n that cock in me just like it belongs. Made me beg for ya' to make love to me the way I like it; feeling you tie me. I love it when my big, strong wolf makes me cum by just treating his subby sheppie the way he needs....you know I love being marked by you, letting everyone know who my man is and I loved being with ya Hun,"

Walt murred happily, a feeling of pride, large enough to match Seth's, in his chest. The shepherd could be proud about being fucked, and Walt was more than proud to be the one who made Seth proud. He kissed his mate once on the cheek and sighed. There was no reason to praise the shepherd, after all, Seth knew just how highly he thought of him.

"So..." Walt began and took a small pause. The normally hesitant tone entered his voice, like he'd just forgotten to pay the power bill--again. "Do you think you'd want to go out for dinner tonight?"

Seth felt his ears flicker, "You said we couldn't," he complained.

Seth could practically hear his mate's 'don't-be-mad' grin on his muzzle. "I never said that...I just molested you instead of replying,"

A moment passed. Walt ground himself into the shepherd, getting Seth to growl hotly and push back onto him. The shepherd pushed his feet on the bed helplessly, as if he was trying to get away and yet whining in pleasure the entire time. While he made the dog see stars he snaked his paw around and clasped onto the shepherd's, with Seth gripping him roughly and whining in pleasure. A moment more passed and he stopped applying the pressure, smiling at how the tiny act already had Seth panting again. He gave a gentle lick over the dog's ear and kept his muzzle close, "Don't be sour Seth. I'm sorry...how about this: my treat? And, I'll even give you a treat later tonight..."

Seth scowled but it only lasted for about half a second before he snuffled and looked back, "Promise?"

"Mmhmm," Walt replied rubbing his free paw up and down the dog's chest, "Remember I promised a treat for your earlier skills with your tongue,"

Seth grinned and tried his best to lick the wolf, "Yeah?"

"Yeah...kiss my abused sheppie's rump and make it all better if he wants. Burrow my tongue into him after lapping at his pucker. Kiss you and make you whimper happily--is that what my doggie wants?"

"He wants," Seth nearly hissed, because the wolf was rollig his hips and causing him to moan helplessly.

"You'll have to be a good-boy though, OK?"

Seth was about the make a snappy comeback but yelped and was panting in pleasure again when the wolf pressed his still hard cock against his prostate, making stars dance in his vision. A whine soon ebbed out of his throat and he even tilted his head for a mating bite that never came out of instinct. Gasping and regaining what composure he could Seth nodded quickly, "I'll be a good boy!"

Walt chuckled and stopped applying the pressure. He kissed Seth once on the neck and grinned to himself, "OK...I'll let you decide where we go--OK Babe?"

"Yeah..."

"Good-boy..."

Seth felt his cheeks go a small shade of red, but he didn't mind. He turned his head and gave the wolf a lick that any fur would've felt a bit marked from. After he finished he smiled at the wolf and nuzzled the underside of his muzzle, "Anything for my alpha; I love my alpha,"

Walt growled happily and nuzzled back against the shepherd, "You know I love it when you say that," he said, and pressed his hips up into the shepherd's. It made Seth give a small yelp but he was unable to get the shepherd's same reaction this time. "Might like making you say it tonight too....maybe get you to bark it...yelp it? How about you howl it to the neighbors?"

Seth rolled his eyes--and hips--and rested his head on the pillow that was his mate while looking at the door of their bedroom. He would probably end up doing just that. The wasted cigarette, the posing, the sex, the pillow-talk, the dates, the promise of being left whimpering by his mate's tongue, the hot passionate lusty sex to come, the making him promise to be good; the wolf held one constant for him--aside from love. Despite everything Walt might say, the wolf was the real tease. "Tease...that's all you are is a tease,"