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Hey everyone! Well, got this chapter out quick--wanted to make sure this one didn't have too much build-up in relative time! From the looks of the tags (if ya' clicked for the tags you got 20 chapters to catch up on...or at least a few pages!), well, you know what's going on! It's been quite some number of chapters since the two lovers have met and they're ready to take the final jump! Hope you enjoy!

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It had been a grand date--more romance and love than any of their others. Of course, both the furs knew where it was leading, it was all just a bit of foreplay. The bear picking him up from his house, the talking about their week while waiting on a table, the actual meal, the love confessions at odd mouthfuls, the surprise of getting up for a dance on the floor when the music changed, and everything else--it was all just leading to this point. They had moved out of the restaurant paw in paw, clutching at each other and eyeing one another so tenderly. And then they got to the car--where Ben gently pressed him against it and he didn't resist at all.

Marion ran his other paw to the bear's stomach and rubbed over it, "You know...Chris is at a friend's for a weekend," he admitted, deciding to go for it again. The holidays were getting ever closer, and he had been waiting for this opportunity far too long. Stopping the previous time--well, Chris came first, but he hadn't expected having to wait two weeks before they got another chance like this. The new sensations offered just a few weeks ago were still enough to sate his appetite in many ways--at least emotionally and in many physical ways. There was nothing quite like hearing the rumbling tone of the bear's love confessions over the phone, except for perhaps a reverberation but sweet confession in person he was used to getting now.

The bear had already told him how it felt to say those words, and they often talked about just how it made them feel. Marion knew he had the opportunity to say them much more--throughout the years at least--than Ben had; telling his son how he loved him. But he felt he'd somehow surprised the bear to tell him that it still felt as exhilarating, heart throbbing, and stomach knottingly nice to tell Ben: the bear had seemed to miss the change in dynamic from son-father to lover-lover.

And with the three simple words came an openness to not just more sentimental areas--like the rather pupish nights on the phone mumbling sweet things to the other they would've much preferred to say in person--but to physical avenues too. Neither denied what the other had in the back of their mind each time they saw the other. The first time after Ben left the other morning was a bit more than difficult. It had been difficult to not just sneak in a session before he left to give Chris some money for the movie; but in the end they decided against it. Of course, they had had the idea that they would have some other time very very soon.

And on seeing one another again those thoughts came rushing back. Their first instinct had been an embrace, filled with longing and emotion most of which was purely love, but after a few moments the pace changed, where they were both aware of their paws--even if they were in such innocent places as on their backs or hips.

Pulling apart that second time was the hardest. Still, Marion knew what he wanted, and it was right now. Now that Chris was away for a weekend, now that he and Ben were totally alone. Sure they could've snuck something in in their times seeing one another over the past two weeks but neither truly wanted that as the first time. But now? Now they had the entire night--the entire weekend--to exploring the new dynamics of their relationship: both emotionally and at times more prominently the physical.

Ben felt his ears perk and he smiled. They had been dating for nearly five months, and rather heavily for the past three. And as much as he didn't like the notion of just sleeping with someone for the pleasure, this was different. And well, for all he knew it seemed society didn't wait quite as long as they had yet. Four months was nearly a feat to some it seemed. But for Marion he was ready to wait--even ready to wait till they were mates even. It wasn't about the sex.

Yes, that first idea was still there very heavily, but perhaps more heavily was the bond that came with it. There was more than just getting off--it was about a physical proclamation of love and commitment between them. Even if neither said it, he knew they both thought of this as the final piece--the key they would throw away to lock on the chains that bound them to one another. He was letting Marion call him his own, and the wolf was becoming his--nothing held back from the other. Well, at least he hoped that was what the wolf saw it as. It wasn't like they could exchange rings to show their commitment to one another, well, not yet at least. But this, the proposition, was still one he knew meant something very special. "Are you inviting me to stay over for the weekend?"

"Yeah...I am, do you need to call your parents and ask permission?"

Ben shook his head, "No...I'm all grown up now," he said with a smile. He stared into the wolf's eyes for a minute, enjoying the feeling it gave him, "Are you sure?"

Marion nodded and ran his paw over the bear's chest, "Yes...I am,"

"This means a lot to me Marion...I just want you to know. Going this far..."

"It means a lot to me too Ben--which is why I want to go that far. I mean, OK, bluntly you know how shabby my own dating record is...so I can't really say just where we are in that category...but...I guess it's stupid to think of it like that: to think about our relationship in terms of other people or their standards,"

"Good...you were worrying me that I was going to have to compete with other standards," Ben joked lightly, rubbing his paw up and down the wolf's arm.

"Heh...well, I mean...well...some might say I'm being....umm....I guess loose is one way to put it. That I'm j--Ummph,"

Ben ended the sentence with a quick kiss. He pulled back and shook his head at the wolf, "Then screw what others would say Marion. I love you, and I would do anything for you,"

Marion leaned over and nudged his muzzle and Ben's together. The bear made him feel strange, but he knew the feeling well enough to know it was a good kind of strange. When Ben was around he wanted to stay with him and to tell him how he made him feel. He felt like that even if things weren't going right, it was OK, because he had Ben. The bear was there for him. "I know...and I love you Ben. If you want to wait, we can. I...I want you to know though, that I care for you. It's not about the physical--well...I mean, it feels good," he said and blushed a little. "But...well, I want to open up to you in more ways Ben,"

"Me too," Ben replied, smiling gently down at the wolf.

"Thank God you didn't turn that into a bad joke,"

"Heheh....I'm trying to be romantic," Ben admitted, having realized a potential joke about opening up but not having felt it was appropriate. "And...that joke would've been far too easy,"

Marion laughed nervously and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't want to scare you away Ben...."

"You couldn't," Ben replied, pulling the wolf into a tight embrace against his chest as if to show him he wouldn't let anything tear Marion away from him, not feeling there was anything the wolf could say that would make him change his mind.

Marion let out a sigh and melted into the bear's arms, enjoying all the feelings it made surge through him. After a moment he looked up at the bear before continuing, "Well, then...I can see you as the guy I spend the rest of my life with Ben...really,"

"Oh..."

"Oh?"

"Well...when you said scare me away...I was thinking...you know, some terrible dark secret," Ben admitted, never having thought it would be something so sweet sounding.

Leaning down he placed a quick kiss between the wolf's eyes and let out a slow sigh, "I believe you Marion. And...well, I've never seen it," he said and saw the look of disappointment in the wolf's eyes but he quickly continued, "If only because that seems like a dream; not something I could ever really imagine. But...you're serious?" Ben asked, cocking his head a bit. Of course a 'no' would've broken his heart, and in the end it may have been a rhetorical question, but he still wanted to hear the answer. To think Marion really could see them together that long; it really was something he'd only day-dreamt about; always too scared to let it take root.

"Of course Ben. I love you--"

Ben kissed the wolf on his lips before pulling back and chuckling a little, "Well Marion, that idea doesn't scare me at all....in fact....you may just make me want to be with you even more than I already do,"

"Well...you'll be happy to know we shouldn't experience any interruptions this time..."

"You know I understand if you have to take care of Ch--"

"I know, and thank you for that Ben," Marion interrupted, giving the bear a longing kiss on the lips. He pulled back with a small smile, "But...well, he shouldn't be calling..."

Ben didn't feel the need to inquire how the wolf knew that, or what measures were taken to assure that--he much more cared about the fact Marion was putting this entire night to nothing but themselves. A happy growl began to strum through his chest.

"I want us to keep growing closer..."

"And closer?" Ben asked, smiling lightly.

"And closer," Marion said, inching his muzzle nearer to Ben's. "Letting you have me freely cause I love you,"

Ben closed the distance and latched their lips together. The next kiss wasn't as heavy as it was romantic. He held the wolf--his wolf--closer pressing a paw to the small of Marion's back and moaning into his muzzle. The wolf wanted to share their lives--or to at least heavily consider that option. And Marion wanted to give himself to him; a catachresis perhaps, but one he had always found profoundly beautiful. He continued to play with the wolf's tongue, dancing with it as their bodies provided a warm heat for one another.

Marion found his paws stroking the bear's neck slowly, enjoying the feeling of the fur and how it became slightly more voluminous as it ran down into his chest--ruff even. He knew that this really did mean a lot to the bear--which only made him all the surer in his choice. Ben understood--this was a way to express their commitment and affection to one another. He began to pull back after a few minutes; the feeling of Ben's warm lips tickling his own as they moved against one another's. "As much as I like kissing you..."

"Parking lot isn't the opportune spot..." Ben finished, knowing how the wolf felt. "Not as nice as a bed...alone...well, together, but...heheh..." he let the small laugh fade into the air, far too embarrassed but pleased with the image also.

"I know I invited you...but...Your place or mine?" Marion asked, sure they got the serious talk about just how much it meant over now.

"Mine's closer," Ben replied, licking his lips and smiling so largely it would be easy to mistake for a snarl.

"Well...I guess I should get in the car then..."

"You better," Ben replied, diving in for one last kiss--but one he made Marion remember--for better or for worse. He buried his tongue into the wolf's muzzle and, for lack of a better term, mauled his lover's muzzle. It was short and not in the least bit PG-rated. When he pulled back the stunned wolf didn't even notice the saliva between their lips falling away. Soon enough the moan came--if not a bit too late.

"Woof," Marion let out, now grinning at the bear.

"Let's go...I'm going to have you barking for real," Ben said, and with that moved off. He waited until Marion was buckled in before speeding off into the night. They were more than silent--almost not even noticing the other--if only for their own benefit. It was a long five minute drive--of course, considering it was usually a ten minute drive that was different. As soon as he pulled in he was out of his car, not bothering for any of his school supplies--they could wait.

Of course, very faintly he knew it wasn't the best of choices--seeing as exams for the students were coming up. But then again, the students would have exams plenty of times through their life, but his first night with Marion, the wolf who had just planted the seed of a life together in his head--well, first nights only happen once. Hell, he might just take questions from previous tests if he felt like it--or if his weekend with Marion meant not leaving the bed.

"You drove too fast...I was worried," Marion said, the concern in his voice, while there, not close to outweighing the other tones.

"I'll be slower next time...come-on," Ben said, grabbing his wolf and moving them to the elevator. He simply held onto Marion for a few moments, not wanting to snog with his boyfriend in the elevator in case the door opened. But that didn't matter after a moment. "Screw it," Ben growled, spinning Marion around and attacking the wolf's muzzle eagerly. If the doors opened and someone didn't like to see a big bear going crazy for such a hot wolf--then they would just have to deal with it.

And when the door opened it appeared someone had to do just that. Honestly, the otter didn't have to get on. He looked like he'd had one too many drinks, but more than that, looked like he wasn't old enough to have had a single drink. His lips had a few piercings, and his head-fur was in a Mohawk fashion. He could've stayed off, but instead he just got on and looked away, grumbling to himself.

Ben didn't care about the newcomer. He moaned just as eagerly into his boyfriend's muzzle, up the next seven levels. Marion was basically whining into his muzzle when he pulled away, and pulled his boyfriend out the elevator with him. A grin was plastered on his muzzle.

"Faggots," the young looking otter mumbled as the two stumbled out. He quickly tensed though as Ben turned around. Perhaps it was the grim lighting, or the flicker of the fluorescent light and the shadow it caused on Ben; though it was much more likely the fact that the large ursine was reared up a bit--showing off his intimidating form, but regardless Ben seemed a frightening figure. Now he was a bit more thankful for his iron pumping days in college--where his chest was puffed out and his thick appendages could be seen as weapons for all purposes.

Ben stared at the otter for a few moments, not feeling in the least bit angry. He was far too ecstatic for such a feeling. Before the door closed he put his foot in front of it, making it stay open and smirking as the fear registered in the otter's face. But there was no threat.

Perhaps the otter felt otherwise; with the large ursine staring him down, probably powerful enough to break any bone he wanted without terrible effort on the slimmer fur. Ben just smirked and waited, imagining what the otter was fearing. Instead, he stuck his tongue out at the otter, flipped him off, and with his other paw groped his boyfriend's package, "Hell yeah we are," he stated, and then turned around. With a wave of his paw he threw the otter from his mind, "Sorry about that Babe--God I want you so bad," he added, deciding he might as well rub it in, even if he just wasn't filtering his words.

Marion couldn't stop the moan as the bear kissed him again, even if his eyes were wide open at Ben's sudden rebuttal to the otter--who was wide eyed himself at what had happened. The look was still plastered on his muzzle as the door closed. His care about that only lasted a few moments though, before he closed his eyes and turned with Ben. He followed after his bear, still keeping their lips locked until they had progressed half-way down the hall, after which he was quickly spun around and pushed roughly against the door. He grunted into the bear's muzzle, engaged in an increasingly difficult--if not fun--game of tonsil hockey.

"Such a bad bear," Marion said when his muzzle was finally free. Behind him he heard a click as the lock was undone.

"No denying how gay I am--especially not for you," Ben replied, smirking at the wolf. Before in his mind he had just been thinking about all the things he and Marion would be about to embark upon. But now it was different--and no less blood pumpingly fun. Now he was enthralled with all the gay things he and his boyfriend would be doing--a pride he so rarely felt at loving the company of his own sex, but one that was never absent. Hearing someone against it, that only made him that much more excited--because it was just that much more of a chance to show his boyfriend he would've flipped off the world if they didn't like it.

Marion rolled his eyes, but couldn't deny that it had been rather hot seeing the normally very docile bear being so bothered over him--in a good way.

"But...well, sorry...was that too much?" Ben asked, cocking his head and a bit of red showing in his cheeks. He was glad the wolf hadn't been offended, and hoped Marion knew he wasn't always so rude to other furs--at least not unless they were rude first. And he couldn't deny that at the moment there were only a few things he cared about--some of them physical, some of them emotional, but all of them solely focused on the wolf.

"N--No...it was a good act. Though the whole groping me part was a bit much,"

"You telling me not to grope you?" Ben asked with a grin, showing off his teeth. Still, he was more than glad the wolf didn't think he'd gone overboard. Of course, a part of him had been completely natural in that area--after all, it had been a few years since he'd had someone coming over to his place; he couldn't help being a bit excited. And truthfully, none of the relationships before could compare to this. Maybe it was age, or maybe it was something more: but all he cared to know was that unlike anyone else in his life Marion made those dark days and gloomy mornings bearable--even if it was just the thought of seeing his wolf. He took in a large breath, sometimes feeling that breathing was more of a secondary need at the moment.

"No, not at all,"

Ben nodded and lifted the wolf up, who yelped and looked up at him.

"I can walk Ben," Marion said, fidgeting in the bear's arms.

Ben shook his head, "No no...I'm carrying you into the bedroom properly,"

Marion smiled and rolled his eyes, "I'll allow it...but only because you're so hot and I love you,"

Ben nodded and began the small journey down his hall. He almost wanted to run but didn't do so for the wolf's sake. He walked quickly down the hall and made sure to bring the wolf safely through the bedroom frame and then moved him over to the bed. He let him down and smiled.

"Good?"

"Yes..."

Marion chuckled, "You want the lights on?"

"Umm...how about this lamp?"

Marion smiled and touched it, making it light up the bear's room in a dim manner. He sat up and looked around. There was a desk off in the corner, spackled with various school related books and journals, in another corner he saw a door to a bathroom, beside the bed was a messy nightstand, and he noticed he was in an unmade bed. He couldn't help but note how the covers weren't tucked in like in his own bed, but were actually like Chris's. Chris and Ben probably both just wrapped themselves up at night--the thought brought a small smile to his muzzle. The bear's room wasn't entirely organized, but at the same time it was by no means surprising. It wasn't quite as messy as Chris's room, but wasn't nearly as tidy as he tried to keep his own. After the brief examination he looked back at the bear, "This is nice..."

"Yeah..." Ben said and looked over the wolf, "Perfect," he mumbled, not quite focusing on the room that he would otherwise be apologizing for. If he had known, he might've had a flower on the bed, or candles, or cleaned off his desk and nightstand--at the very least not had a towel hanging off the edge of his bed.

"Me or the lighting?" Marion asked with a small chuckle, hoping it was him.

Ben moved his body over and pressed it against the wolf with a chuckle, "You of course..." he mumbled, trying his best to subtly knock the used towel away and make the place for their love-making a bit more official.

Marion gave a happy moan of approval as his lips met the bear's again. He didn't waste too much time with foreplay and began to unzip the bear's jacket. After all, the past few dates had been nothing but foreplay. Ben had a habit of--despite breaking most mannerisms of the southern stereotype--dressing like one would expect of a southern rural bear. His arsenal of clothing consisted mostly of flannel shirts and jeans; even the bear's jacket had a flannel design.

One would be more calm seeing him with a chainsaw to complete his lumberjack look than to see him with an flask and other lab tools. Still, the bear was nearly a genius in chemistry but he hardly seemed to fit the mold physically. The bear loved his flannel. He knew the bear would smack him for thinking such though; just for the reason that flannel is a fabric while the style is known as both tartan and plaid--the bear didn't like argyle too much.

The bear was hardly a fashion individual--he simply knew those patterns and wore them all the time. Marion lapped over the bear's tongue as he got rid of the jacket and threw it to a corner of the room.

Ben pulled from the kiss, "Ooh, what if I need that jacket?" he asked with a chuckle.

Marion rolled his eyes and began to work on the bear's shirt, "I don't think you'll need it," he said, guessing the heat that was between them was plenty.

Ben kissed the wolf lightly on the lips and chuckled, "You're probably right..."

Marion stopped and had to pull the bear's shirt from out of his pants. He loved that Ben tucked his shirt in for the simple fact that it accentuated the bear's chest. He didn't look like he was overly buff and strong, but the bear certainly looked like a bear--which meant that by nature he was strong and buff. The bit of stomach Ben packed was also something he liked--he had fallen hard for the bearish look lately. He smiled to himself and then worked on the last button before opening it up to the fur beneath. His paw began to explore the bear's chest and a happy growl came from the figure above him. Before he got carried away Marion made sure to let the shirt slide down the bear's arms, which he then threw to the same side of the room as the jacket. He smiled and kissed him on his chin, "Roll over for me,"

Ben didn't ask why and quickly did as was requested. He couldn't help but wonder if they had been at Marion's place if the bed would squeak. His mattress was old, and had a habit of creaking every so often--maybe the wolf's was different. Ben knew he wasn't exactly fit, but he was far from fat as far as bears went. He had enough natural muscle to be daunting against a gym buff of most species. Almost immediately he felt a pair of paws on his pants. The wolf was really quick about undoing them--none of that 'fumbling' paws things one might expect.

"Lift up your hips for me," Marion said.

Ben did as he was told and felt the pants sliding off him followed by the sound of them hitting the floor. The wolf also took off his shoes and socks for him while he was there, which he thought was kind of funny. Socks were a funny thing to wear to bed though. Soon though an odd sound hit his ears, one he was used to but didn't quite expect to hear during this time.

Marion laughed and shook his head, "I knew it," he said, before taking in a gasping breath and beginning to laugh even more--nearly hysterically.

Ben lifted his head and smiled, "What?" he asked, watching as the wolf threw his own shirt off his shoulders. The sight might've been a bit more arousing if Marion hadn't been laughing so much and looking like he was convulsing with his laugh.

"You..." Marion replied, having to take a moment and put his paws on his knees to calm down. Tears began to leak from his eyes and he began to gasp for air, fighting back the urges. He laughed a few more times, looking back up at his boyfriend and the sight, but this time stifled his laughter. Of course, the actual sight underneath what he knew he should've expected was a bit more than just hot. He smirked at his lover, working on his belt and fumbling this time. He'd felt steady with Ben, but those still paws had taken all his concentration.

"What about me?" Ben asked, wondering what was so funny. He was in his boxers and on the bed--what was funny?

"Plaid pattern boxers...you are so predictable,"

Ben looked down and snuffled a laugh, "Don't you like them?" he asked, understanding the laughing a little better now. He liked his flannel and plaid patterns--what was wrong with that?

Marion let his own pants drop around his ankles before stepping out of them and getting onto the bed with Ben, "Ohh...I think I like everything about you,"

Ben leaned over and rolled on top of the wolf. He kissed him, more like a peck, on the lips, "Really?"

"Mhm," Marion replied through the pecks. He let his paws move up the bear's obliques and chuckled, "I don't think I've told you how great you look,"

"Liar," Ben said. He didn't think he was the best looking guy out there. He was just an average bear--nothing amazing about him. OK, perhaps he was a bit on the stronger side due to his college workouts, but he knew after nearly ten years much of that muscle was not as functional. Well, sure plenty of it was still good, he could've lifted more than all the faculty he was sure, and probably the football team, but then again--being a bear did have its advantages.

"I'm not lying," Marion said with a grin. "You're good looking..."

"I don't know if I believe you," Ben replied with a light smile. He leaned forward and kissed the wolf again. He felt Marion's paws move over his stomach and chest and he gave a light groan as the wolf pulled on him.

Marion smiled and felt his boyfriend's body in everyway he'd wanted to do for so long but couldn't for fear his son might come down the stairs. His paws pressed and traced over the bear's sides, shoulders, back, and stomach as he attacked the bear's tongue. The bear was easily within his standards of attraction in general. The idea that Ben didn't see himself as attractive was a bit of a new idea--the bear had never let on that he didn't feel good-looking. After all, Ben hadn't had any qualms flexing and acting like a muscly-beef cake, though perhaps the bear had though he was just being kind. He groped at the muscles beneath the bear's layer of heft, not sure why Ben would think he wasn't a total buff.

Ben, while a bit hefty, wasn't fat. It wasn't like Ben was a sphere shaped body and couldn't see his member if he looked down. Opposite of all that the bear's chest was actually a bit defined, though with a nice layer above it, and his stomach was layered but after exploring greedily with his paws Marion was pretty sure he'd need to punch harder than he could to make Ben keel over; even the muscles there were well formed.

After a moment Marion pulled from the kiss and licked over the bear's lips, "How can I convince you that you're a good looking, sexy bear?"

Ben almost blushed and kissed the wolf again. He didn't reply.

"Come-on Ben...how do I convince you that you're good-looking? I mean, I could talk about how big and strong you are," Marion told the bear and saw his ears twitch. He smiled slyly and kissed the bear on the lips, "Or I could remind you about that time you came over and, without any help, moved my grandfather clock up the stairs,"

"It wasn't that big,"

Marion rolled his eyes. That had been the first time he'd seen Ben, not as just a hefty bear, but as a truly strong hefty bear. His clock was well over two-hundred pounds and the bear had just picked it up and carried it like it was nothing. He doubted that Ben even felt it when he had carried him. "It was impressive,"

"Thanks Babe,"

"Well, there are tons of examples like that honey-butt...we went hiking and you kept pace with me,"

"Until the top where I felt like I was having an attack...I did have an attack,"

Marion rolled his eyes again; it seemed the bear had an excuse for everything he did that showed he was a healthy individual. He leaned forward and kissed him roughly on the lips, "OK...how about this...you were good-looking enough for me to snag you,"

Ben laughed, "Oh?"

"Yeah...and I only take cream of the crop I'll let you know,"

Ben smiled and hugged the wolf, "Thanks for the effort babe...I know I'm not bad looking...just don't like to think of myself as a hunk,"

Marion smiled, "OK if I think of you that way?"

A small growl vibrated through his chest and Ben nodded, "Of course,"

Marion leaned down and kissed the bear, letting out a happy moan. He burrowed his tongue into the bear's muzzle, and Ben didn't fight it at all. For a few minutes he found himself feeling up his boyfriend but found himself being pushed away all too soon. He pulled from the kiss and cocked his head, frowning. The frown turned to concern at the sound of a wheeze though.

"Inhaler," Ben said simply, a look of slight discomfort on his face. He was surprised how quickly Marion rolled off of him. The wolf was really being helpful--having already dug around in his jacket too. After a few seconds the wolf found his inhaler and brought it over to him. Ben quickly took the device and took two quick breathes--feeling flustered and annoyed. He had been having a difficult day, and perhaps it was the emotional excitement, or the continued kiss, but one or the other set him off a bit.

"Are you OK?" Marion asked, concern etched into his tone as he put an arm around the bear. He leaned over and kissed his boyfriend quickly on the cheek, "I'm sorry...,"

Ben shook his head, letting out a cough as he did and looking over at the wolf, "No, no," he said, a light wheeze coming from him as he took in deep breathes, "Not your fault," he said, bringing up the inhaler and using it twice more.

Luckily it never got worse. The medication worked quickly enough. He calmed himself down and took another breath, and then another. After a minute he let out a gruff chuckle before looking over at the wolf and shaking his head, "Oh yeah...I'm a real hunk...have to stop in the middle of our first time..."

Marion chuckled lightly and nestled closer to the bear, "I just like to think that I got you a bit too hot and bothered,"

Ben blushed but leaned over and kissed the wolf on his cheek, "You did...but still...I'm sorry...I'm fine now,"

"Hey, I don't mind if you have to use...performance enhancing drugs,"

Ben scoffed a little, but did admire the wolf's sense of humor.

"Umm....well, I hate to sound like the horn-dog here, but....are you OK to keep going?" Marion asked, relieved the bear was OK, but also wondering if it would impede their more anticipated time together.

Ben shook his head. "I'm fine Marion...uhh, just give me a few more moments--make sure I'm fine,"

"OK...I can wait....well, not terribly much longer, but you know what I mean," Marion replied, throwing in a wink at the bear. There was another puff of medication and they waited for a few minutes, not letting their paws be idle. They mostly ran their paws through their fur, fighting to keep from kissing the other, so Ben could just rest for a moment; though that didn't stop Marion from kissing at his neck and other areas very tenderly--or at some points a bit roughly.

Ben set the inhaler down on his nightstand, "OK, I don't think there's anything stopping u--Oh!"

Marion stopped the bear's words by groping his boyfriend's package and grinning, "Good,"

Ben let out a light growl of pleasure at the touch. He adjusted himself and brought Marion over into his lap so the wolf was straddling him, and he could feel the wolf's own excitement poking him in the stomach, "How about we find out just how much better I function with those performance enhancing drugs?" he asked, glad the episode was over

"I'd like that," Marion said lightly, nudging his muzzle against the bear's.

Ben swallowed the lump in his throat as quickly as he could, trying--and hoping--that there wouldn't be any aftertaste in his muzzle. He nudged his muzzle in return against the wolf's, "So what are you waiting for?"

Marion leaned down and pressed their lips together, enjoying how it felt when Ben would mash their bodies in an embrace. He gave a light moan when the bear's paw pressed on the back of his head and pulled him even more deeply into the kiss. The bear hadn't kissed him quite this aggressively before, but he was loving it. Normally Ben was a much gentler and even romantic kisser and to feel a bit of lust thrown in with all that made the bear's skills at kissing seem to exponentially grow. Honestly he was sure that Ben would be able to tie together two cherry stems in his mouth with how this kiss felt.

Ben growled a bit louder and rolled over, putting Marion beneath him and pinning him between himself and the bed. When one of Marion's paws landed on his own head he took his own away and put it aside so that they weren't jamming their muzzles together too roughly. The wolf moaned and he took that as a good sign to ramp up his actions, finally allowing the paws he'd chastised for too long to take a more fun approach.

Marion yelped into the kiss as he felt a paw grope his sack through his briefs. The entire thing made him stop returning the kiss and just moan into the bear's muzzle for a few moments. Ben took full advantage of that and it felt like the bear mauled his muzzle with his tongue, only making him moan more. After a moment Marion returned it and was taking deep breaths through his nose. He got a grunt from Ben when he wrapped his tongue as best he could around the bear's tongue and began to suckle on it, eventually getting Ben to moan happily.

Ben pulled from the kiss and watched as a strand of their mixed saliva fell onto Marion's lips, which the wolf licked away. He couldn't help but wonder if he was kissing too aggressively. He personally didn't mind a bit of a wet kiss, but what if the wolf didn't like that? He smiled at Marion and decided to give a test of sorts. He leaned down and kissed him deeply for a moment before pulling back. After that he dove back down.

Marion moaned and kissed Ben back aggressively each time the bear let their lips touch. After the sixth time he grabbed Ben's head and jammed their muzzles together, making Ben groan happily into his muzzle. The bear's paw squeezed his sheath again, playing with his already rock-hard member. They were both grinding their hips together, Ben growling eagerly through the entire thing. Marion let out a small yelp of sorts as the bear pulled back.

"I want you Babe," Ben admitted, diving back down to kiss the wolf but just as quickly pulled back, "I love you,"

"How about we get rid of these then?" Marion asked, rubbing himself roughly against the bear for a moment before it seemed he'd only been rubbing air. He wasn't sure just how Ben moved so quickly, and he gave a startled yelp as the bear jerked him closer to the edge of the bed. He gasped when Ben kissed at his member, even if it was through the cloth.

Ben continued the small act, kissing over Marion's lower quarters, but making sure not to actually kiss there yet--instead staying with the briefs for just a moment as he pulled them lower. His growl increased once they were off, and he chucked the now annoying piece of cloth to some far off corner, not caring about it. "Looking good Babe,"

"Heh...well....I--Oh!"

Ben gave a small laugh in turn, though it sounded rather dark and sinister due to his growl--even if he wasn't sure he could feel more like a cub in a candy store. He started out with small kisses and experimental licks over his boyfriend's fuzzy orbs, keeping his paws firmly planted on his lover's legs least they stray. It was slow and steady, and the musk was just as amazing as he'd always imagined--imagined for quite some nights too.

It didn't take him terribly long to work up his actions--stopping his small little kisses or small licks to more grand acts. By the end of the minute Ben found himself lapping over the wolf's sack or giving it a kiss as he moved up, doing the same to the forming knot and his first taste of the wolf's meat. He rumbled happily--mostly for himself, but knowing the sound reached his lover too.

"Wow..." Marion let out before giving a strangled laugh, the bear's tongue lapping at his member and feeling the warm maw vibrating with Ben's growl. He let out a yelp of surprise--having expected his boyfriend to go slowly all the way to his tip, but instead finding Ben's lips very quickly sliding over his member; abandoning the kisses. His paw ran down his own chest and quickly came over Ben's head, grabbing onto a bit of his boyfriend's fur to hold him in place.

Ben sank his way down to the knot--working over the inches and fighting back any reflexes that came with having the wolf poking the back of his throat. Marion was big--not huge, but not small either. If he had to guess the wolf might've fallen just around average, but for his flavor, musk and all those things the average fur don't think about: for those values Marion beat out anyone else he thought. He stayed where he was for a few moments, adjusting to the sensation in his private kiss to the wolf's member, moaning at the way his lover would pulse in his muzzle, allowing him just a bit better taste of what he knew he would be allowed to sample much more freely now.

After a few moments he pulled back slowly, till only the tapered end was left between his lips before sinking back down, feeling Marion's paws gripping rhythmically at him along with the pulsing of the meat between his lips. He didn't follow any particular rhythm with his boyfriend, sometimes testing how it was to stay at one spot and at other times bobbing his head quickly over the tasty treat.

Marion bit his teeth together as the bear continued, feeling his lover's tongue encircle him and do all sorts of star-inducing sights. A low moan fell away from his lips when Ben downed his member again, he was even able to feel the maw vibrating with his lover's growl. He played with Ben's head at some points, messing with the bear's ears or his head-fur at times--occasionally getting a reply from the bear, sometimes a laugh, other time a simple moan of compliance. He wasn't sure how he kept his hips still through it all, other than the fact that he didn't want to rush Ben--and the fact that the bear certainly didn't need any help.

Ben nearly let the wolf's member slip from his lips, keeping just the tip between his lips again. He swallowed away at the built up pre as he moved back down, experimenting with the idea of deepthroating the wolf. The act got a healthy moan and compliment, even as he pulled back to just suckle along the shaft--probably his favorite act of the night. There was something nice with just having the wolf between his lips and everything that came with that; the taste, the moans, the smell, the enjoyment, the rewards, and he couldn't help but wonder just what his final reward would taste like too. The idea made him grin to himself.

"Ow!"

"Mmm...mrri..." Ben let out, but quickly realized he wasn't so adept as to be able to talk with the wolf's member still in his muzzle. He settled for a languid lick as he pulled off his boyfriend and looked up, "Sorry about that..." he replied, hoping he hadn't hurt the wolf.

"It's no problem" Marion replied, his member throbbing against his stomach as he smiled down at the bear, "It was just a bit surprising is all..."

"Well...you know....I've never had that much experience with this sort of thing..." Ben replied with a bashful smile, knowing Marion wouldn't mind a slight reference to his past--one that he'd already opened up about. They both had about the same amount of partners--though he was more than surprised to learn Marion's had mostly been one night stands and spanned so widely out while his own had been steadier up to the past four years--during which he'd had his dry spell. Still, none of that mattered now--they could learn to watch their teeth, learn to readapt to coming in from home and being jumped by a horny male, learn just what little maneuver drove the over mad, and so many more things.

"Well, you know that I'm hardly an expert either.......kind of looking forward to finding out this sort of stuff together," Marion admitted, knowing Ben knew he was blushing even if his black fur out did the red on his cheeks. "Perhaps with us both getting better slowly along the way,"

"Here," Ben said, leaning down and pressing his lips against the wolf's still throbbing member, right at the knot. He kissed over it a few times, working his way up till he was at the tip, where he stayed the longest--using his tongue to lap at the dripping pre and just enjoy himself to the fullest and a sort of kiss that would've earned just as many moans if the act was based in his boyfriend's muzzle. After a bit he pulled back and smirked up at the wolf, "Did kissing it make it better?"

"Heheh...kinda," Marion replied with a smile. He increased his grip on Ben when the bear's lip pressed back against his member and when Ben looked up he shook his head. "I...was thinking we could...well,"

Ben settled for a small suckling motion before regretfully pulling off his lover, though the regret only lasted a few moments. He moved up to Marion's lips and gave him what he'd expected to be a short kiss, though his wolf had other plans. After quite sometime they both did manage to pull back, grinning, panting, and laughing a little. "I may have a contender for which I like more...but it'll take many long hours of careful experimentation and working with to know,"

"I'll let you have all the time you want to make a choice," Marion replied, wondering what the bear tasted like and finding the thought made his muzzle water a bit. "But...well...do you have any lube?"

"Of course..."

Marion couldn't help a tiny laugh at the fact Ben hugged him to him as he rolled over closer to the nightstand. The bear dotted him with small kisses while he fumbled about, making him continue the chuckle. He could easily smell himself on the bear's lips, and was happy to hear the continued growl of enjoyment--wondering if a part of it wasn't because of that. The idea of tasting the bear came to him again, but he knew there was something he wanted even more. A quick change in the tone of Ben's growl alerted him to the fact that the very desired item had been found.

"Got it!" Ben growled with triumph, pulling the trusty bottle Furglide from his nightstand and giving his lover a quick deep kiss.

"Good...I shouldn't ask why you have lube, should I?"

"Heheh...Oh, you know...sometimes after a nice date with a handsome wolf I just have to come home and relieve some pressure. And, well I guess now it'll be used for us..." Ben replied with a smile before pulling back and nudging his muzzle against the wolf's, "And don't think I didn't notice some of your own lubricant back when I helped you move around the office,"

"I--I...I thought I hid that rather well," Marion replied with a small blush.

"Well, no reason to hide this stuff anymore..."

"Well...unless Chris comes into my room..."

"Heh...well, I won't hide my own lube,"

"I'm a bit more interested in how you're going to use it," Marion admitted, leaning up and giving the bear a kiss.

"How do you want me to use it?" Ben asked, nudging his muzzle once more against the wolf's.

"Well to fuck me would be my first suggestion,"

Ben's face twisted into a look of shock and surprise at the wolf's language--never having heard Marion say even 'ass' or something nearly derogative. He stared at his lover in that same state for a few moments.

"Wasn't really sure what else to say...well, it was the first thing that came to my mind honestly," Marion admitted, knowing the look of surprise. He had tried his best to set the best example for Chris. Sure, if he stubbed his toe or cut his finger cutting or something painful he might hiss out a term he wouldn't want to hear part of Chris's regular vocabulary. Still, he didn't make a habit of it--such words were most definitely not something he wanted to be part of his, or his son's jargon.

"Well...here," Ben said diving in to give the wolf a heavy, hearty kiss for a few moments before pulling back, "There...washed your muzzle out,"

"With your tongue...hmm......if you're not careful I might just develop a nasty habit,"

"Well, you haven't seen the behavior for good behavior yet,"

"Oh...I'll be a saint," Marion replied before taking a hesitant breath. He quickly exhaled and continued, "And...Ben...I mean...you know I've been with a few people before...but...heheh, well, I've actually only done this once before..."

"Really?" Ben asked, cocking his head at the confession. The wolf had told him about some fur named Nick--his last time, and about some of his other encounters when the wolf had been trying to date; settling for a mutual pawing session. He'd just assumed Marion had, at some point, been on the receiving end though.

"Well...you know, I've played with myself and all that...but..."

"I'll be gentle..."

"Well...be gentle...at first," Marion said, smirking at the bear and glad they could talk about such things quickly enough and not make it strange for either of them. They both knew the other had a past, but that didn't matter--the future was what was ahead of them, and in his case, what was on top of him.

Ben chuckled lightly before giving the wolf another kiss, but Marion didn't seem to want to let go and he quickly found himself in a heated kiss with his lover. Paws ran over his sides and chest, soon running to his boxers where the wolf began to mumble incoherent words into his muzzle. He didn't let Marion end the kiss yet though, instead staying for a few moments, during which the wolf's paws slipped down past his boxers to grope him. A few moments later he finally pulled back, grinning at the wolf.

"We need to get you out of these Ben..." Marion said, tugging at the fabric that had caused him so much amusement some minutes ago.

"Well...what's stopping you?"

Both the furs shuffled about, chuckling while they tried to continue kissing while removing the last annoying article of clothing. Ben resorted to kicking his feet until the article flew off into some corner before he was finally free--entirely--just like his boyfriend. His chocolate brown fur was soon covered by the coal black fur of his lover, the two dark hues intermingling. Their bodies intertwined again, this time fully exploring and enjoying the newness of their unclothed bodies being able to fully intertwine.

Neither set of paws stayed idle, always moving to a new location, groping a different mound of flesh, or stroking a different part of the body. Moans reverberated with a new level of enjoyment as they moved about in the bed, soon enough returning to their first position with Marion beneath the bear. Both pulled back for a breath, grinning at one another and rubbing their hips against the other--enjoying the feeling their members received from being trapped between their bodies.

"You've been hiding something out on me!" Marion said with a grin, wriggling a paw between himself and the bear to rub over the shaft of his lover. It got a hiss of enjoyment and he licked Ben's lips quickly, "Course...by the size...it was my fault for missing out something so large,"

Ben blushed a little and shook his head, "Flattery will get you everywhere Babe,"

"Well...you know where I want it," Marion replied with a smile, giving the bear yet another kiss--an action he found himself never tiring of no matter how many times he did it; by the end of the night he was sure he'd have kissed his lover a hundred time or more and even then it would be just enough to sate his appetite. A gasp of surprise escaped him when a slick finger spread between his cheeks, "Not wasting anytime..."

"I'm an eager guy..." Ben admitting, kissing his lover aggressively and pulling Marion on top of him, where the wolf assumed a better position to let him do his deeds. The wolf's tail hiked up, a sight he thought was hot, and one he'd be sure to compliment his lover for, and Marion carried himself up a bit, so the distance to prodding the wolf wasn't as great. He massaged the tight muscle with a lubed finger, getting plenty of moans and sighs of pleasure into his muzzle as he did.

"Come-on Ben...don't tease me," Marion whispered between one of their short breaks, wanting more than just what he was being given now. Still, he knew the bear was going to take it slowly and easily for him. When the first finger slipped in up to the first knuckle he tense about it on instinct, giving a small grunt as he did into the bear's muzzle while Ben helped him relax, his free paw stroking over his cheek.

They continued the method. Ben went as carefully and slowly as he could for the wolf, but found it was difficult for them both. He moved his finger about in the wolf a few moments, finding the walnut shaped structure before making his boyfriend really beginning to moan--even getting an 'oh yes!' of joy from the wolf when he massaged over it. After a minute he'd sunk his second finger in, doing all he could think of to both please and ready his lover--growling loudly against the whining canine's muzzle.

"Please...Ben...I'm ready," Marion said after pulling back and panting into the bear's face. His cock was pulsing against his stomach, a bead of pre connecting him and the bear together. The pulses caused by the bear's fingers only made the string a bit thicker.

"Are you sure?" Ben asked, not wanting to rush such an event for the wolf.

"Yes...please," Marion whined, throwing in the effect because he'd begun to notice how it aroused his lover.

"On your back,"

Marion barked happily before flipping onto his back and smiling at the bear who was applying a healthy amount of lube over his own member. He found his legs soon on the bear's shoulders and his tail twitched underneath his back in excitement while he kept a pillow under his head to smile and watch the entire thing. When he felt the bear's cock first press against his pucker he tensed up, but quickly relaxed himself, still smiling at the bear and assuring him he was fine. A few moment passed before a sharp gasp came out as the first inch of Ben slipped into him, and the sensation didn't stop.

Ben watched himself sinking into his lover, caught between that very hot sight and of actually looking at his lover. He watched the ring of muscle taking him in, wondering just how Marion felt about the idea of him taking a dip of his muzzle there one day. It certainly looked appetizing enough--all of it from the fuzzy orbs to the base of the tail. He licked his lips at the thought, almost wishing he'd gone for that route instead of just fingering the wolf. He was sure if Marion was iffy about the subject after a night he'd have the wolf yelping 'yes' to any later suggestions though. A whine caught his ears and he quickly stopped, about half way into his lover and realizing he'd just kept going after getting his head in. He quickly leaned down and gave Marion a kiss, "I'm so sorry...I--"

"It's OK..." Marion interrupted, nudging his muzzle against the bear's as he did. "I'm fine Ben..." he said, his member still pulsing against his stomach, and guessing the bear hadn't realized the whine had been out of pleasure. He couldn't help them--they just escaped, it was all he could do to not plead the bear to just get on with it and begin breeding him.

"OK...just tell me if you need me to stop," Ben replied before pushing back against the wolf, nuzzling him and trying his best to make sure it wasn't a painful experience. It was going to hurt at first, but later he wanted Marion's vocalizations to be filled with happiness. Both furs gasped when Ben's balls pressed against Marion's taint, and he gave his lover a kiss of congratulations and appreciation at the same time.

"O--Oh," Marion let out after their lips parted, panting a bit but feeling a bit more focused on the grin plastered on his muzzle. He wasn't entirely sure if it was from the feeling of the bear's cock prodding and poking him in all the right places, the enjoyment of having Ben so close, or the emotional closeness, or exactly what it was. The bear was long, and about as thick as him too. The only thing he could place was the pleasure, a deep one that kept building and building in him. "I love you Ben,"

Ben's smile grew a bit more and he stole a quick kiss from the wolf, but pulled back and stayed kept their muzzles apart by a hair's breadth. Before he could say anything the wolf repeated his love confession, and then mumbled it under his breath. The smile grew even more, if only because he'd been about to tell Marion to say those words again--they were so amazing to hear.

A few moments passed before Marion opened his eyes, smiling at Ben and giving a small nod, "OK...I'm ready..."

"You sure?"

"Yeah...but...uhh...it's been awhile Ben...c--Oh!"

Ben pulled out and quickly fell to the side before spreading his legs and smirking at the wolf, "I'll do you one better than going slow...how about you just take your time?"

Marion chuckled a little, "Well...I guess that'll work," he replied, eyeing the bear as he did. He barked at his lover--a compliment and a bit innate to just show how much he enjoyed the sight before moving to quickly straddle the bear. They both moaned as he sank back down, while he let his paws fall over Ben's chest. He stayed where he was for a bit, adjusting to the odd but no-longer painful sensation of being filled by his boyfriend. After a bit he snuffled, "You know...I kind of like this,"

"You know...some people actually move,"

"I meant just being on top of you," Marion replied with a smirk. He made a rolled his hips experimentally, feeling something pulse in him--not sure it was the bear, his own body, or something else; all he knew was that he had enjoyed it. Slowly but surely he rose himself up off the bear's member before sliding back down, giving a slight groan as he did. Once he was replanted on Ben he let out a small shudder.

"If I can suggest anything...don't just go right up and down...lean forward a bit Babe. OK...now on your knees...that way you take the strain off your knees," Ben told the wolf, smiling as Marion did as he was told and feeling his boyfriend's hot member pressing against his stomach, "OK...that's good, now you can slide back and forth a lot easier...it'll feel great..."

Marion leaned down, giving the bear a quick kiss and whispering a thanks before he did as his lover had instructed. He moved forward till he just felt Ben's tip in him and began to fall back, his breath catching as he did. After he completed the motion he let smirked and repeated it--this time faster. And again, a bit faster. And then again. "Ohh....that's good,"

"Yeah...It is," Ben replied, putting his arms behind his head to rest on and smiling at the wolf, "Just go at your own pace...OK?"

"OK..." Marion replied, quickly building himself up to a pace where he was thrusting back and forth on his boyfriend, his cock pulsing and leaving a trail of pre on Ben's stomach as he did. His paws stayed on Ben's side, holding onto the fur there and occasionally running up and down his sides. They were soon forgotten though, not that he thought Ben minded, as he focused more and more on the current task. Gasps of pleasure began to escape him as he rode his lover, his tail starting to wag behind him as it was hiked in the air.

After a few minutes Marion's pace increased even more, to where he was leaned over, panting and thrusting onto the bear as quickly as he could. His tongue was lolled out to the side of his muzzle, only going back in for him to mumble odd compliments to the bear; such as telling Ben to go harder even if the bear wasn't the one deciding the pace. His cock had made a small mess on the bear's stomach, leaving trail as it pulsed happily at every prod of his lover's cock deeper into him.

"Ugh!" Ben grunted, his eyes screwed shut as the wolf continued to ride him ever more quickly. The sounds and feelings were more than enough without the sight--one he knew would be just as amazing. Their hips slammed together each time, often followed by a grunt or happy yelp from his lover, sometimes a senseless compliment about how it felt. He didn't want to cum too quickly, but he wasn't sure what he wanted mattered at the moment either. It was all too much though.

"Yeah...yeah..." Marion panted each time he fell back onto the bear's cock, his own standing proudly with pre dripping down its length an onto his boyfriend. A part of him didn't care about getting off though; he just didn't want to stop. It was an odd feeling. He felt good--better than good, better than he felt many times while getting off, it was so different. And it was building. The building made him want to go faster, and he always did, up till he was riding the bear as quickly as he could and panting up a storm. The speed didn't take away from the sensation though, he made sure to sink all the way down and past where the bear's cock was prodding his prostate, till he felt the bear's own fuzzy orbs press against his taint.

"M--Marion!" Ben growled, wanting the wolf to catch the tone and stop before it was too late but that never happened. If anything it just made the wolf all the more excited. He gave a strangled growl as Marion's tunnel clamped around his member, and bucked up into the warm tunnel.

Marion yelped happily at the feeling of Ben's added thrusts, making them work in tandem as he rode his lover. The growl vibrated in the air and for some reason made him whine, though he knew Ben liked it. He could feel Ben's cock pulsing in him, knew how close the bear was, but he didn't stop--even though a part of him wanted to: for Ben's sake. He'd gone too far--lost his own pace and will slightly.

"Mm...Umph--Oh...Ahhh, oh, oh....Aaarhhr--" Ben tried his best to hold it, but it was a lost battle many moments ago. His balls pulled up closer to him, no longer providing a beat to their pace, and he felt his entire body going taut. He was gripping onto the wolf's thighs as roughly as he could while bucking up into the warm tunnel as quickly as he could. In the end he couldn't' hold anything back. He only managed a few more short grunts before a sharp inhale and then letting loose a room shaking roar.

Marion's moaning was lost under the nearly deafening roar, and for the most part he allowed himself to enjoy his lover's orgasm--something he hadn't known was possible. But it was all amazing, even if he wasn't the one in the throes of ecstasy; he still got to see it, to feel it, to be the source, and the target of all those feelings. He let out a happy whine of enjoyment, feeling Ben's grip and tensing body; being the subject of it all. And the change in pace, the no longer bouncing up and down in joy was just as good, if only because it was such a change.

After a bit the sound fell away, and Ben lost his grip, relaxing fully on the bed and enjoying the continual sensations washing over him. Ben was breathing heavily, his eyes half-way closed and his arms and legs spread out while he tried to regain himself. His wolf wasn't idle though, and under his breathes Ben was soon letting out gasps of pleasure--almost painful pleasure, "Ooh. Owoohh...Oooo, Marion,"

Marion hilted himself down onto the bear and cocked his head, "Yeah?" he asked with a grin, as if he didn't know what he was doing. The bear had cum, and it had been amazing he thought. Maybe it was odd, but he was happy--happy the bear had cum in him and that he'd gotten to be the guy to feel it, to let Ben experience that. And well, he couldn't lie, the shaking and roaring and everything that had accompanied it: that had been more than nice.

After a moment Ben managed to open his eyes fully and smirked a little at the wolf, "Just go easy on me Babe. I didn't mean to cum that early, but if you keep that up--I'll be ready again so--Oooh,"

"It wasn't a problem," Marion replied with a small chuckle, squeezing his private muscles around the bear's shaft. "I liked it...a lot actually--getting to feel you in me a--" he began but just settled for a happy grin instead of narrating everything, "and Ben...it's not like getting you off isn't part of my goal anyway. I just want to please my bear,"

Ben rumbled contently up at the wolf and rolled his hips a bit, if only to give Marion a different feeling. It wouldn't take long before he was ready to go again; not losing his arousal was a plus to it all. Of course, he felt Marion had a paw over him now, after all, the wolf had been fine with him sucking him off for a few minutes but a minute in and he'd already lost it to the wolf. Still, he knew it wasn't a competition, but he couldn't help but wish he'd followed his lover's example of dexterity.

After a minute he felt better, and that was a continuing feeling in itself. He smirked up at Marion, beginning to roll and thrust a little. As soon as he did a smile ran over his boyfriend's features and the wolf's tail began to wag a little behind him.

"You good?"

"Always are with you Babe," Ben replied with a curt thrust, watching as Marion tilted his head back and let out a heavy moan of enjoyment. He rubbed his paws over the inner-part of Marion's thighs, "But...I know you're enjoying it,"

"Maybe a bit..." Marion replied, not blushing or feeling that there was any need to do so, in fact, he was grinning.

"But...just don't get too carried away Babe...I mean...heheh...you said we'd start out slow,"

"And then I acted a bit crazed, didn't I?"

"Cock-crazed," Ben corrected.

"Bear-cock-crazed...yours particularly," Marion recorrected, still grinning at his boyfriend as he began to roll his hips to meet the nice little touches of his insides. A small growl played through his lover's chest, one he felt by placing his paws over Ben's sides as he began to move his hips again. A huff of pleasure escaped him on the first pass, and he leaned over, so that his face was closer to Ben's.

"Well...hello," Ben said, smiling at the wolf as he continued to roll his hips up to the wolf's slow thrusts backward.

"Hey there Sexy," Marion said, dipping in for a quick kiss that he never knew why he didn't know were going to grow into so much more. He stayed--moaning and suckling on the bear's tongue while he continued to let his hips work. The same pleasure continued to course through him--not the least diluted by the slower pace, in fact he was enjoying it even more. There was something nice about going slow and steady, it made his cock pulse a bit more evenly; as if he wasn't relying on random pulses anymore, like he could control just what he felt.

"Mmm...mmm--Mhmm," Ben moaned into his boyfriend's muzzle, letting his arms wrap around Marion and pulling him down to him, mashing their sweaty chests together. The wolf grunted happily and he felt the warmth of Marion's member being trapped between their stomachs. He kept thrusting into the wolf, keeping Marion still due to his embrace--he'd take care of the wolf. Soon he had a healthy whine running into his muzzle while Marion increased the passion of the kiss.

Both furs continued the battle, sometimes letting one win, and sometimes truly fighting the other to see what it would do. Most often they worked in tandem, giving and taking from the kiss, though Ben continued his job o pleasing his lover--knowing he had taken the movement and it was now his to give. He wanted that--he wanted to make Marion moan like he was doing--to have the wolf's paws clutching at his sides while he breed his lover.

Marion yelped into the bear's muzzle as they tossed around, grunting when he found himself on his back and Ben on top. The kiss lasted a few more heated moments before the bear pulled back, eyeing him lustily and smirking at him. "Missionary...sounds nice,"

"It's romantic too..."

"Being with you is romantic Ben...and passionate...and so much more,"

Ben growled at the compliment, leaning down and kissing his lover. As he did he moved his paws down Marion's hips, going to his legs and guiding them so that they were wrapped around him too--that way the wolf would even better enjoy himself. His paw soon drifted back up to cup the wolf's cheek in thanks for the compliment, enjoying the whines of pleasure that escaped his boyfriend every few moments when he ground into him.

Marion moaned happily up at the bear, loving the new position but realizing quickly that he had to rely on Ben so much more now. He wouldn't be able to bounce up and down ecstatically till he was barking mad, trying to drive the last bit of bear cock into him--but that wasn't a bad thing either. He had to rely on his lover; rely on Ben's judgment, on Ben's ability, on everything the bear would do, and that excited him. It was just one more way to give himself to the bear--one he gladly did took.

Ben rubbed over his wolf's chest when he pulled back from the kiss, even bringing the paw up to his nose and inhaling the musky scent. It was nice; perfect really now that it had that last element it needed--his own scent. He leaned up to full height, sticking out his chest and feeling proud to have Marion beneath him--and even prouder to just have the wolf in his bed. They were one--even if just for the moment, both of them smiling at the other and breathing a bit heavily while he increased the pace a bit. The moans that came from his lover did just as much to fuel his own desires as the physical thrill of thrusting into Marion. A part of him couldn't help a low growl of pleasure and he jerked Marion closer, getting a yelp of pleasure from him as he did.

"O--Oh," Marion let out as Ben slowed down again, his back arching for a few moments before the tension was released and he fell back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. He fumbled for a few moments above his head, grasping at a pillow before stuffing it under his head, making for a better resting spot to watch the bear.

He was loving it. Ben knew exactly what to do to him; never missing a beat--well, unless he meant to. At times he was grunting and gripping at the bed sheets as the bear pounded into him roughly and then the bear would grind into him after sometime, switching to a slow, easy pace that had him moaning consistently. It did wonders to him--changing and adjusting so that he always experienced the same throbbing pleasure that was now pulsing in his waist heavily. He didn't know how much longer he would last--or how much longer he could last.

And it was a great sight too. Marion bit his lower lip to stifle a groan when Ben hilted into him, the bear smirking at him. The smirk didn't last terribly long before Ben's smile softened to a loving tone, though neither was agile enough to give a kiss, so instead the bear settled for nuzzling at his leg propped over one of his shoulders. Getting to watch the bear was a bonus he could never get over, his cock throbbing everytime he watched his lover hilt inside him, or the way his body moved to keep with their intimate dance. He often found himself just grinning at the bear while he moaned out his compliments, knowing that in his current position there was little else he could do but love every second of it.

"I--I'm not going to last much longer," Marion let out after a minute, which rewarded him with a curt thrust into him that made him yelp again in pleasure. Even though he knew he was grinning like an idiot he couldn't help but do so at the change in position, even before Ben leaned in for a longing kiss. He moaned happily as their lips met and gripped onto his bear, suckling on the meaty muscle he was greeted with.

Ben continued growling softly into the kiss, rolling his hips back and forth against Marion, eliciting a whine of need from the wolf as he did. A free paw flowed against his lover's cheek, cupping it in their kiss and stroking him for a few moments while his other began to slowly trail down the wolf's chest. The whine increased quickly as he neared the wolf's mid-section, and he let out a grunt of surprise when a paw pushed his own away.

"M--mmmhmm," Marion moaned up to the bear, not wanting to ruin the moment. Well, it couldn't be ruined, but it could end, and if the bear went through with his plan it would end far far too soon. A quick tongue tie ended their kiss. "I'm so close Ben...I think I'll be fine with what you've been doing,"

"Are you sure?" Ben asked, feeling his cock throb in the hot tunnel and wanting to begin anew to test his boyfriend's theory. He'd never met another fur that could cum paws free--even if it wasn't exactly a subject of casual conversation. The thought of making the wolf do that, of being able to do that to him was great though.

"Yea--Ohh..."

Ben couldn't help a small grin at the way Marion reacted to him grinding his hips against the wolf, but was too close himself to tease Marion much longer. He pulled out to the tip before pushing back in, getting a gasp of pleasure from the wolf as he did. He repeated the motion over and over, the wolf's muscles fighting him the entire way while the wolf moaned in harmony with him.

Marion's moans continued to grow--soon a whine ebbing along with it as he did. He didn't restrict his grip on Ben's back, often letting his paws pull roughly or hold the bear as tightly as he could: Ben could take it. He could take Ben, he wanted the bear to take him. And by the way it went, he knew it all did something for his lover, something he didn't have to consciously do, but the pulling at him, the rough holding, the whining in pleasure; it was all a compliment to him; an unconscious one. A curt thrust made him yelp lightly and he felt his cock throb again, more peacefully than the previous time.

The sounds worked well, or so Marion thought--the sound of the bear's low bass moans accentuated by his growl and his own whining moans some frequencies higher. He gave a yelp again, acting like another point in the music of the night.

Their speed continued to increase more and more--till the bed had joined in the sounds. Both were grunting in pleasure when it reached its final tempo. Marion gasped each time Ben thrust into him, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. He couldn't help but to begin to yelp each time the bear hilted back into him, his member pulsing madly between him and Ben.

"A--Mmph!" Marion howled into the bear's muzzle, unsure what else he could do but let out all his feelings in the sound while Ben continued his assault. He didn't thrust upwards or back against Ben, but he didn't stay still either, instead just shaking with pleasure. His paws gripped at his boyfriend like he would to a raft at sea, though much more needingly he felt. Moans echoed and ran through the room, untamed and nearly non-suppressed by the bear's tongue and lips pressed against his own.

In his own pleasure he didn't realize the bear's own trembling body on top of his own, both of them reaching their own ends--him shooting ropes of white wolf seed between their bellies while Ben shot another load into him. They stayed that way for a minute, slowly coming down from the high until they broke the kiss to gasp for breath, both breathing heavily and grinning at one another.

"...T--That..." Marion let out before just laughing happily. He leaned up and kissed his lover for a few sweet moments, "I love you Ben," he said, feeling the bear give a small thrust into him.

Ben rumbled contently, staring at Marion and smiling as he did--this he could get used to. Not just the sex; that he was sure he might already be addicted to. But he knew that other things would follow; the cuddling, the love confessions, the idle paws, the lazy kisses, the heated kisses, the romance, the spooning, and even the drifting off to sleep while together. It had been far too long since he'd shared a bed with someone--though he was sure he would've waited his entire life to share it with someone like the wolf. The thought made him grin and lean up to kiss his lover softly.

It was good. Marion continued letting his paws splay along the bear's back, much gentler and no longer gripping at him. A release of a few years--but waiting for someone like Ben had been worth it he thought: no, that much he knew. Even aside from the emotional intimacy and giddiness, even if slightly dimmed in their afterglow, the fact was, that he wasn't sure it got much better. Even now he could feel small pulses of pleasure rushing over him; not as strong but still very nice.

"I love you Marion," Ben mumbled, leaning up and licking Marion from his lips to nose, an act that made his lover grin.

"I love you too Ben," Marion replied after a moment, leaning up and kissing the bear. He pulled back after a moment, giving Ben a quick lick over his cheek and happy the bear had done such a canine sign of affection. He let his head rest back against the bed. A moment passed before a paw began to run over his head and face gently. He nestled as close as he could to his lover and let out a happy sigh, wondering just how life could get any better.

"I love you,"

"I love you," Marion said again, not minding that they might very well end up repeating those words till they drifted to sleep, or till one of them made another move--it didn't really matter which. He barely finished the thought before the words were echoed back to him with a kiss, and he echoed them back again, giving yet another kiss.