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*BzzzzzzzZap* "OW!" I exclaimed as I pulled my paw away from the *still* defective doorbell. I put the slightly electrocuted finger into my mouth to soothe the burn, and that was how my boyfriend saw me when he opened the door. He wore a grey t-shirt and black athletic shorts and it made me feel a bit overdressed. I had worn a light blue oxford with black slacks, expecting a slightly more formal atmosphere. I pulled the singed appendage out of my muzzle and pointed it at him, saying, "You really need to get the manager to fix that thing." Chris giggled and invited me in. I was immediately assaulted with the savory scents of red wine, beef, pepper, and a faint smell of burning candles. I gave my mate a quick peck on the cheek as he rushed off into the kitchen of his small apartment to finish the dinner he was preparing. I smiled and followed him to the doorway to the small kitchen as he swung around and stopped me with a firm paw on my chest.

"Now, now," Chris waved his finger at me, "It's not ready yet. Just give me a minute." He smiled and turned back into the kitchen as I sat on the modest couch in the dining/living room. I start to drool and looked around the apartment to find a distraction. I saw the table he had set up for the dinner, and my heart started to beat faster. He had covered the table with a black table cloth and placed candles and a vase with a single red rose in it. One year. We had been together for a full year, and the single rose symbolized it. It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us; each year we would have the same setup, with the number of roses being the number of years we had been together. Sure, it was the first year we did this, but what a year it had been. Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed the sound of a timer ringing in the kitchen and turned as my mate brought the food he had prepared for our anniversary to the table. What I saw made my heart jump into my throat.

The white and light blue husky had changed from a grey t-shirt and black shorts into a dark red polo and black slacks while he had been finishing the food, and the mood had been set. He placed two plates of beef bourguignon on a bed of fettuccini on the table, and I walked over to the table. I sat down at the table and we began our dinner. The first bite was fantastic, and every bite after tasted just as wonderful. He had also brought out a bottle of burgundy which matched the tastes of the beef wonderfully. We started just talking about the past year, our futures, and various other forms of small talk. The dinner continued with both of us drinking a bit more wine than we should have, but neither of us noticed or cared. We were enjoying our celebration too much.

We had both finished our meals and I helped Chris clean up the kitchen. We quickly got into a rhythm; he scrubbed the dished as I rinsed and dried them. After we had finished, Chris came up behind me and asked me if he had anything on his muzzle. I turned and noticed a bit of the dinner on his nose. I chuckled, knowing it hadn't gotten there on its own, and I gently licked the food off of his nose. He gave me a quick peck on the side of my muzzle and started walking to his bedroom, swaying his hips and wagging his curled tail slowly. This, of course, drove me wild, but I was able to calmly follow him. He went in, gestured me in with a finger, and then closed the door. I opened the door and what he did next removed all thought from my mind.

He had already removed his shirt and he looked at me with those innocent eyes and licked his lips. I snapped. I grabbed the back of his head and forced my muzzle against his. I jammed my tongue into his mouth when he opened his jaw in surprise. He half-heartedly resisted, then melted into my arms. I break the kiss to gulp in air, and pin him against the wall. The husky started to run his hands up my shirt, clouding my judgment even further. I return to kissing him, while my hands gain a mind of their own and slide along his unclothed chest. I'm so focused on the kiss, I almost miss his moan, where I realized I had slid my paw down his pants. It took a moment to fully understand just where my paw was, and as soon as I had I began to gently squeeze and stroke his rock hard member. I broke the kiss again to remove my shirt and as i exposed my chest he licked and nibbled at my pebble sized nipple. Once the shirt was off, Chris trailed down my torso, leaving a trail of saliva in my fur. In a feat of super human control, I managed to peel his arms off of my hips as he reached his goal. My mind went fuzzy as he put his warm tongue on my cock, but still was able to move away to sit on the edge of the bed.

He planted his paws on my legs and firmly held me down as he got to work. I don't know how, but he managed to get me harder than I had been about a minute ago as he sensually licked along my entire shaft, working hardest at the tip. But a moment later, I saw nothing but stars as his warm muzzle enveloped my cock, bit by bit. My entire world came down to my meat and the muzzle it was plugging. He slowly bobbed his head up and down, sometimes going so far as to allow the tip to enter his throat, while his tongue slid around, covering every inch of my sensitive member. My paw was clenching his shoulder, while the other was rested on his head fondling his ears and scritching his head. After a minute or so I felt a tightening in my gut, and tensed up as I sprayed the inside of my mate's muzzle. He pushed his mouth all the way down my length until his nose was buried in my groin fur.

After a blissful few moments, my orgasm tapered off and Chris pulled off. As he comes back to eye level with me, he leans on me and pushes me back so we're both lying down on the bed, with him above me. He licks his lips, making me rise back to full attention, and leans in for a kiss. I lean up and lock lips with him and enjoy the taste of myself in his already delicious mouth. We tenderly kiss, with less lust than earlier, but no less passion. He breaks the kiss and a rope of saliva/cum stretches between us before it breaks. We look into each other's eyes for a moment, before the husky moves over to his bed stand to remove two condoms. I dismiss him having pulled out two, as he tosses one onto the side of the bed just out of my sight. He opens the package gently and teasingly unrolls it onto my member. He produced a small tube of lube from behind himself and started slowly working his pants down. I almost rip the seams on my jeans I tear them off so fast, but he placed his paw on my chest and gently pushed me back down. He licked his finger before spreading some lube on it, and him stretching himself out a bit nearly made me blow.

He sauntered over to me, straddled my hips, and lowered himself onto my cock. He grabbed me by my already swelling knot, and aimed up as he did this, and any higher thought immediately died. My hips thrust up and I sank into the husky. We both moaned as he began to move up and down, making sure as I got deeper that he dragged my tip against every sensitive spot he had. I let him ride me for a bit then grabbed his hips. He let out a delicious moan as I slammed him down on me, creating a slapping echo in the small apartment. Eyes half-open, I see a smile on his muzzle that chills my blood, but am so overcome with lust that I dismiss it; perhaps that was an error on my part.

I didn't realize he had placed that earlier discarded condom on himself. I didn't notice him spreading lube on my own tail star. And I realized too late that he had gotten off of me and used my position on the bed (near the edge) to line up under my tail. I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. Instead I moaned as he slowly slid into my tight ass. It felt wonderful; better than a few fingers in the shower or a toy in bed. He tried changing the angle of insertion, and boy did he get a reaction. I moaned loud enough that I swear the people next door could hear me. He had picked up enough speed that he was slapping against me with every thrust, tail wagging behind him.

I close my eyes, with my tongue lolling out of the side of my muzzle, just to enjoy the feeling. He pulled out suddenly, causing me to open my eyes and tilt my head. In the roughest voice I'd ever heard out of him, he said, "Roll over." By the time I knew what I was doing, I had already rolled onto my stomach and he got back on me. He reinserted himself while snaking one arm underneath me to grab my still gloved cock. He slowly started to stroke my member, while the other slid under my left shoulder to pull me back against his thrusts. He began to really slam into me, staying just this side of the line between pleasure and pain. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, I started to feel his thrusts get erratic and felt his knot start to loosen my tailhole even more. As I tilted my head back to moan, he licked my shoulder a bit then sank his teeth into it. I moaned even louder as he used this opportunity to hilt himself, forcing in the knot and tying with me. He climaxed and I came seconds later thanks to the efforts of his paw. We just lay there, basking in the afterglow while drenched in sweat.

Chris wrapped both arms around my midsection and released his jaw's grip on my shoulder. His fangs had pierced the skin so it dribbled out blood. I knew it was going to hurt the next day. He gently licked the wound and muttered, "Sorry, I got a bit carried away. Hope you had as much fun as I did." Sleepily, I turned my head to him with half open eyes and said, "Don't worry about it love. Just promise me you're going to do that again." He smiled and I licked him on the nose before turning my head back around and falling asleep, feeling filled and content.