Snapshots – Sadness
The bed had barely stopped creaking with the rhythm of buttfucking when Curtis was already quiet and clearly on his way to falling asleep. Darrel could always tell, by the way how his breathing deepened and a small added rumble crept into the German Shepherd's exhalations. The earlier panting and grunting seemed like a distant memory, even now that Darrel's own cock was still partially hard and not yet fully deflated after its hard, quick pounding into Curtis' guts. Darrel knew that even now a good load of his cum remained in there, hidden under the German Shepherd's tucked tail.
They used to love cuddling afterwards, sometimes knotted still, spooning, or face to face, and then Darrel would run his fingers through Curtis' fuzzy crack and feel the slickness that had only barely been cleaned up with a crumpled tissue that would usually be found on the nightstand next to the bottle of lube. Darrel liked the feeling of the German Shepherd's taint, and how cutely Curtis would ruff-ruff when he'd feel the fingers roaming too close to his enthusiastically humped hole.
Now they'd barely grunted a goodnight, and the kiss was a brief peck, when they were still breathless after the rapid fire doggystyle pounding that'd crowned the week.
A whole week without sex, to culminate to a fifteen-minute fumble that left both of them somewhat satisfied for the moment, tired enough, but oddly enough, not craving for more.
Darrel was sure that wasn't a good sign.
Curtis was definitely asleep now.