Deeds
#28 of Free Association
Brad and Jonathon, alone in the wolf's bedroom, for the second time. Let's hope this goes better than the first... Contains M/M, 5682 words.
Hey, everybody. Welcome to Episode 28 of the gay furry romantic serial Free Association. I'm your host, Valanx the (h)Yena, and I'm so glad you've tuned in this week for another exciting episode. Previously on Free Association, we were positioned somewhere above the current location in that leftermost listything - I would encourage new viewers to catch a rerun of No Major Injuries, available whenever the fuck you feel like it. We do shit differently on this station. Yeah.
_ Friday. _
With a thunk, the door shut.
Brad's bedroom wasn't particularly impressive. Fairly neat... or, at least, the minor clutter that existed was only present in corners and on surfaces. It had the sense of being a place the wolf had been accustomed to for some time; he clearly hadn't moved here recently. The door to the bathroom was closed, as the apartment's occupants usually kept it. Outside, the night was dark; the chilly rain was falling more heavily, pattering on the glass. Since it was the corner bedroom, there were two windows, both with sheer curtains drawn.
Jonathon wondered if the other male had planned that this time. He could still remember the agonizing moments he'd spent sitting on Brad's bed, watching the wolf shut those same curtains, just before...
The raccoon swallowed a little.
It had been clear, then, that something was going to happen if he didn't stop it. Now, however... was less certain.
He looked up to the big wolf, standing a few inches away, looking back. Was something going to happen?
Jonathon didn't know... but the wolf's mouth was soft and warm, as it always was, and he surrendered himself to that blissful sensation eagerly when it returned. Brad's strong, dark-furred arms wrapped around his slender shoulders, and Jonathon's paws rested on his boyfriend's waist.
They were alone, now. Truly, completely alone together. Alone, the way it is only possible to be in someone's bedroom, with no intention of leaving until tomorrow's sunrise, and the barriers of privacy and social courtesy limiting all but the most serious intrusions.
What moments he'd been able to steal with the wolf so far... alone in his car, in the park, even that fleeting and frightening moment on a dark, deserted campus sidewalk... Jonathon lived for those moments. Exposed to this new and remarkable intoxicant, termed mutual affection, his addled mind demanded hit after hit. It was becoming an addiction.
And yet... even such moments were trivial and uninteresting, compared to... the subtext and significance of mutual isolation. There was a tangible social barricade around them now, a protectant. No one was going to barge into a bedroom occupied by a couple for the night. Excepting Hollywood and crime dramas, it was just something one did not do. Alone time was universally respected.
The feeling was thrilling. Not an addiction yet; the first time, it had downright scared him. It still made him nervous... but...
...there was no denying that it only heightened the allure of linking his muzzle with Brad's.
A tentative smile worked its way into Jonathon's actions, and after a moment, Brad returned it. It was strange how, even with eyes closed, he could feel Brad smiling. The corners of his mouth, tightening against the tips of the raccoon's mandible and premaxilla. The way his short whiskers began to strike the raccoon's more often, as their angle changed.
The way Brad was breathing. The stronger inhalation, the tenser exhalation, the slightest shudder as his arms drew more tightly around the smaller man.
He could spend a forever in those arms. Or two. Or a thousand.
The wolf broke the seal of their lips, his voice quivering a little. "Let's... let's sit down, okay? Don't wanna... just stand here..." He looked anxiously at the other male for approval.
Jonathon smiled a bit. "Okay." His tail flicked behind him, fluffy and banded.
The wolf's bed was actually made. A little haphazardly, but definitely. Jonathon wondered if he'd only done it for today... he recalled it had been made last Friday, but the situation had been similar. He wondered if Brad had cleaned up, too, unlike his roommate.
The tough part was... deciding if he was ready. Deciding how he felt, about...
The raccoon was definitely a bit nervous. Scared? ...Maybe... it was hard to tell. Last Friday, it had been so subversive, a rising feeling of discontent even as he still wanted to keep going, for his own reasons and for Brad's. Eventually, fear had overpowered him, though it had seemed insignificant at the start. He knew Brad a little better now, knew he could trust the wolf...
...but that wasn't really an answer to his questions.
What was going to happen? Was he ready... to have sex?
Because despite their seeming lack of a plan, they were certainly heading in the easiest, most traditional direction, if they wanted to arrive at Sexville. Might as well admit that. Alone, bedroom, night, making out. What do you think of, when you hear these words?
Yet, in the absence of strong feelings of the 'should' or 'should not' variety, in the dearth of certainty he seemed doomed to... Jonathon realized he couldn't preoccupy himself with these matters. Not when there was an affectionate, romantic, tough hunk of a wolf with his muzzle locked on the raccoon's own. He couldn't afford to miss out on this, on what he'd been given the chance of experiencing with Brad. The guy he liked so much.
And Jonathon did like Brad. Soooo much. Or, at least, this close contact was giving him all sorts of warm fuzzy feelings, and the wolf's tongue on his and those paws on his neck and shoulders were certainly making the raccoon's pants feel pretty dang uncomfortable from time to time. He shifted awkwardly... and then giggled as Brad worked his tongue out of the side of his mouth and swiped it around his lower jaw. The wolf had been awful kissy tonight, he hadn't done much of that playful sort of stuff... but Jonathon wasn't picky. Brad was very good at whatever he did.
Or so the raccoon opined, eyes lazily sliding shut again in the wake of the wolf's muscular oral appendage passing his teeth once more.
Oh, Brad... He shuffled a little, and then squirmed closer to the big wolf. Feeling a little bolder, he shifted his legs and pulled himself into Brad's lap. The wolf's arms went around him reflexively, and he deepened their current kiss. That was definitely the reaction that Jonathon wanted, absolutely, yes. Paws sliding onto the wolf's collarbones, he wrapped his arms around Brad's fluffy neck.
Brad mmmmhed, and drew back to lick the raccoon's nose; Jonathon giggled and had to pull one paw back to rub it. The wolf just smiled at him, quiet. They kissed again, and Jonathon's paw returned to his wolf's shoulder... but no further. Tentative and a little shy, Jonathon gripped the hem of Brad's sweater.
He... kinda wanted it off.
The wolf was cradling him now, leaning enough to encourage Jonathon to rest some of his weight on the support of Brad's strong arms. Jonathon thought he could feel something firm against his thigh, but he wasn't really pressed closely enough against the wolf to determine precisely what it was. Still... growing suspicion mirrored a growing discontent below his own waistline, and he eventually had to reach down and adjust things, somewhat nonchalantly. Might as well get that out of the way before it got to be too much of a pain.
The wolf gave a muffled chuckle as he noticed the gesture, and drew back a bit. "That good, hmm?" he rumbled.
"You made that joke once before," the raccoon retorted softly, with a grin.
"Wouldn't surprise me." Brad gave him a brief kiss; it would have been a peck, if it hadn't included a tongue. "If you need any help..."
Jonathon shivered as his boyfriend dragged his tongue slowly up his nosebridge toward his forehead. Brad was very fond of this face-licking stuff... he was really getting used to it; it made him inhale and caused his fur to stand on end.
The wolf came to a halt, and then drew back, a little sheepish. "I mean... if that's not... too much..."
"Shut up and kiss me," the raccoon replied, breathless.
Brad hung there for a moment, and then abruptly complied, paws coming up to Jonathon's head to gently cup behind his ears. Quickly, however, the raccoon took his left by the wrist.
Brad's kissing slowed, as that big wolfy paw slid down the raccoon's torso. For a moment, it rested, firm and somehow comforting, squarely on Jonathon's sternum and the buttons of his dress shirt... and then another tug brought it down to caress the procyonid's belly.
He could feel Brad tensing, starting a bit above the navel area. His form stiffened; his tongue-play increased first in force, then in speed, and finally in ferocity. Jonathon matched him stroke for stroke, as he felt that big paw (flexing slightly, now) come to the waistband of his nice pants... and then a bit further. And then...
Jonathon's upper body twitched as the wolf gripped; his hips tweaked slightly. He broke the current kiss with a gasp, his tail waving around in that certain way that was so typical of arousal.
The wolf looked like he had something stuck in his throat. He met Jonathon's gaze, trembling visibly. His paw moved slightly, stroking over the silky cloth. Jonathon shifted; his breath caught. Another little movement...
...the raccoon let out a very small moan. He couldn't help it. It was almost a revelation, a confession. This is how I feel about you.
And the response?
Well, the wolf's slacks were certainly doing a remarkable impression of one of the monuments at Giza... and it wasn't the Sphinx.
"Nggh, you're so fucking cute..." Brad rumbled, squeezing his boyfriend's dick through his pants. He really seemed to like rubbing the fabric.
Jonathon smirked a little. "You like fancy clothes, don't you?" He'd picked up on it slowly, over the course of the evening.
"Might... have a bit of a thing for them..." Brad whined; he was close to kissing the raccoon again. "Nothin' like a... sexy guy in... a sexy suit..."
Should have worn the jacket! Damn...
"Hmmm... well, you know what I like even more than a guy in a sexy suit?" the raccoon murmured, nosing at him.
"Wh... what?"
It took a fair amount of courage, but Jonathon dropped his paws to the lower hem of the wolf's sweater... and tugged. "A guy... coming out of one."
Brad rumbled deep in his chest, and shifted, raising his arms a little... and then, he drew back and slithered out of his sweater. Quite abruptly, the wolf was in just a plain white collared shirt, a bit looser now that it was out from under his sweater. Jonathon drew his paws back, breath catching, and just watched as Brad slowly undid button after button, inches away from him.
Dark fur, thick and shaggy. Longer between his pecs in a small patch, leading to a stripe that traveled down, down, broken by his belly button... and then resuming, widening slightly, before disappearing under the little edge of elastic peeking out from under his belted pants. Brad tugged his shirt to un-tuck it... and let it slide off the subtle musculature of his shoulders.
The two men stared at each other for a moment, breath huffing unsteadily in the quiet room, one sitting on the other's lap. They didn't speak. There were no words, there was nothing to say.
Only... feelings. And...
...Uncertainty.
Brad's paw inched forward tentatively, hanging in the air. Jonathon's nose moved to follow it, slowly, attentively.
One claw touched a button... and stopped.
Jonathon looked up, slowly... and Brad was looking so hesitant and anxious, that he couldn't help but give the big wolf a little smile of reassurance. Tenderly, he took Brad's paw again, and pressed it against that button. The wolf gripped it slowly, and then drew his other up to help... and, button by button, Jonathon's shirt came open in the front, and then slid off of him.
Looking down at his bare, light gray chest and stomach (marked by a somewhat smaller, medium-gray tuft of fur only on his chest, and the hints of longer fur on his lower belly), Jonathon finally found something to say.
"I'm... a bit chubby..." he observed, poking his tummy. "I used to be so skinny..."
"Ah, you look fine," the wolf protested. "You're not an unhealthy size, you're just average."
"Yeah, but..." The raccoon meeped a bit. "Sorry I'm not very sexy."
"Hey..." Brad rumbled, putting his arms around the other male; Jonathon shivered at the contact of fur on fur. "Let me be the judge of that. I think you're cute. So what if you don't have washboard abs?" The wolf smiled a little. "I like a guy with a bit of substance to him, anyway; enough so it doesn't look like he'll fly away in a gust of wind. You're not fat. Mkay?"
The procyonid smiled a bit. "Mkay."
"Besides..." the wolf chuckled, looking down at himself. "Look who you're talking to. I'm not really a bodybuilder myself, I mean, just look..." He gripped his stomach and squeezed a bit; he had less mass there than Jonathon, but his skin was somewhat looser. "I lost a good fifty pounds in my freshman year, and a bit more after... Went from looking like a bulldozer to a slob..."
"Hm, well, I think you've still got quite the tough-guy look..." Jonathon murmured, reaching out slowly to touch his boyfriend's bare chest. "You've got the shoulders for it." His paw slid up to stroke Brad's deltoid, and the wolf shivered pleasureably.
A beat of silence fell, broken only by their rough breathing and the sound of rain on the windows.
"Listen..." the wolf said, finally. "Jonathon... I want to be clear about this. We... don't have to have sex, okay?"
The raccoon looked up at him, surprised. "Brad..."
"Let me... say this." The wolf took a breath. "If you're at all uncertain about it, if you're not sure if you want to..." He hesitated, giving the raccoon a look. After a moment, Jonathon hung his head a little. "...we don't have to. I'll be fine with that, okay?"
"But?" the raccoon asked, hearing the corollary in the other male's voice.
Brad inhaled slowly... exhaled. "But... I do want... you to think about... staying here. You can... you can sleep on the futon if you want. But... You're welcome in my bed." The wolf blushed a little. "We don't have to have sex. I'll be quite happy with just... literally sleeping with you. That would be great. I would love that."
Jonathon was staring at his boyfriend's navel.
Yeah... couldn't deny that he was nervous. Couldn't deny that he was... uncertain.
He could sense Brad's impatience. The wolf wanted to say something more. The raccoon needed more time, to work out what he should say. Brad tried to slow down, Jonathon to speed up.
They hung there, tense, awkward, yet affectionate, empathetic.
"Well..." Jonathon managed, quietly. "I... I am pretty nervous, I have to... admit... even though I've been... trying to act a bit more... you know, sultry, I guess..."
"Then, we don't have to - "
Jonathon looked up, gaze a bit sharp. "Now you let me say this."
Chagrined, the big wolf meekly mumbled, "Okay..."
Jonathon licked his mouth hesitantly. "I'm nervous... But I'm really trying to see if this is... okay. And... It's not as scary as it was last Friday. I really do feel better about it." His heart was pounding. "Brad, I..."
The wolf waited with bated breath.
"...I think... I want to... do this."
Their eyes met.
Jonathon swallowed. He felt... numb. A sense of calm anticipation settled over him, deadening, like a heavy blanket.
"A-are you sure?" the wolf stammered, voice very quiet. "Is... is it a... a good idea? I don't... want to go too fast..."
"Trust me," the raccoon whispered, placing his paws on Brad's shoulders, and drawing nearer to him. "I trust you."
"But... what if you regret this, what if..."
"Brad... I'm not going to regret being with you. I want..."
Jonathon's voice was barely audible; slowly, he tipped his muzzle up so that it was near his boyfriend's ear.
"...I want you to fuck me..." he breathed.
The wolf was silent. Jonathon felt a tremor race down his spine; his tail twitched, hanging almost motionless in the air behind him.
"...I know you want that too..."
He could feel Brad's body heat, warming his chest from an inch away. The wolf was hunched over him, reflexively, the stiff tent in his pants pressing against Jonathon's thigh.
"...Tell me you want it..."
He was nervous... but it did not mean he couldn't be brave. It didn't mean... he wasn't ready. He knew Brad. He trusted Brad. Brad was a good guy. Brad was nice. Brad liked him.
He liked Brad.
He was ready for this.
"...Do you want to fuck me?" came that whisper.
The wolf rumbled faintly, paralyzed. "Nnn... I wanna..."
"Say it to me..."
"I wanna... fuck you..." Brad admitted... and then, slowly, he shook his head. "...No..."
Jonathon looked up at him, suddenly uncertain again.
Brad's paw came up, to touch his face. "I wanna... make love to you."
The raccoon felt prickles run down his spine.
He'd always thought that was such a stupid phrase. 'Make love to'. 'Love' was an intangible noun, you couldn't make it, and 'to make' didn't make sense with the preposition 'to', you couldn't make anything to anything else the way you could send something to someone... well, you could maybe make music to a beat, but disregarding the poetry of the comparison, sex was not like music. Besides, 'making love' sounded like something hippies did. Like, the original hippies, the old kind. Dumb.
But... clearly... it all depended on how you said it.
Jonathon remembered to inhale.
Their tongues met once more, as Brad let the other male gently push him back until he was lying on the bed; Jonathon crawled atop him and ran his paws through the thick fur on his boyfriend's chest. Brad's paws toyed with Jonathon's pants as they made out; eventually, the wolf got up the courage, or else the coordination, to get them undone. Jonathon slithered out of them eagerly... and then remembered his shoes, and broke away, giggling a little.
Brad watched, confused, and then smiling, as the raccoon rolled over to sit on the side of the bed, and pulled off his fancy dress shoes. The wolf decided he better do the same while they were thinking about it. Jonathon peeled off his socks, and shed the pants hanging around his ankles. After a glance at him, Brad undid his belt... and did the same.
And then they were just two guys sitting in their underwear. Brad in loose green plaid boxers, Jonathon in tight blue boxer-briefs with black hems. The raccoon looked so cute like that, all silvery-gray fur with nothing to cover it, stripy tail and his little bit of chubbiness that he was so self-conscious about...
Brad's tenting had waned during the practical matter of disrobing; now, it began to perk up again... watching all that fur, and that cute raccoony face, and the bulge in his underwear...
The wolf leaned in, and applied a careful slow-motion-pounce technique. Mouth on mouth, paws on shoulders, push, lean, reach, catch. Jonathon squirmed underneath him, and they reoriented from the side of the bed so the raccoon could get his head up on Brad's pillow. It was hard maneuvering two people joined at the mouth. It was even harder, getting the blankets out from underneath them, so they could be properly in bed.
It was also hard taking someone's underwear off, while you were thus 'anchored'. It became almost a competition, to see who could get the other's off first. Despite the slight struggle and faint giggling around their osculation, Jonathon tried to help him, lifting his hips up in time with the wolf's tugging.
Nevertheless... the raccoon won. Brad shivered a little, his tail suddenly feeling a lot of cold air under it; his boxers snagged for a second on his boner, and then Jonathon unhooked them. A moment later, Brad crossed the finish line, as well. Jonathon pulled his legs up and managed to maneuver his paws out of the legholes, long tail whipping out easily; Brad had to awkwardly disentangle himself from his own remaining piece of attire.
And, finally, they were 'allowed' to stop kissing. Competition over. Time for the award ceremony?
Jonathon panted up at his boyfriend's dark gray neckfur - Brad was definitely taller, it was easy to tell from this position - and then angled his head down.
Well, yeah, that looked like a penis.
It was pink and twitchy and poking out of a tight gray sheath, a bit of longer fur surrounding it, and fluffing over the package of accessories beneath. It looked nice enough, Jonathon supposed... Oh, and Brad's dick looked great, too.
The wolf was a bit furrier, or perhaps his fur was shaggier. Jonathon supposed it was just a wolf thing. Brad's sheath was long, bunching up and wrinkling behind his knot, which even a non-canine could tell was only partly swollen at the moment. The wolf's balls were pulled up pretty tightly against his body, but appeared fairly big, to Jonathon's sensibilities, at least.
The wolf's dick was longer than the raccoon's. Several inches or so. Jonathon was just average-size; the wolf was kinda big, but not gigantic. The end of it was big and triangular, and there was a short stream of precum running down the underside.
Jonathon looked up, and caught his boyfriend enjoying the same sight; Brad grinned at him playfully. "You wanna touch it?"
"Mine, or yours?" Jonathon remarked teasingly.
"Whichever you prefer," came the reply, with a wink. The wolf shifted his stance a little so he could slide his forearms under the raccoon's shoulders, holding him a little closer while still kneeling astride him.
Jonathon gulped... and then extended a paw. They were both watching.
Brad tensed, sucking in air through his nose. The angle of his thighs changed as his hips moved slightly forward. Jonathon watched a wave of fur prickle down his back and sides. Behind the wolf, a big fluffy tail undulated upward abruptly.
"Nnnghh..." Brad grunted, setting his teeth.
Wolf dicks were slippery.
Brad pressed his nose into Jonathon's neckfur, to the side of his head, rumbling deeply. It put Jonathon at the right angle to remember something they'd done before... He mirrored the gesture, Brad twitched in his paw, and then Jonathon started licking his boyfriend's neck.
"Oh god..." Brad whined. "Aaaaah... Y-yeah... J-jonathon..."
Amused by the other male's faint noises of enjoyment, Jonathon played with Brad's cock, stroking it gently to learn the feel, the contours, the sense. It was unfamiliar now; later... who knew?
He didn't want to be the only 'explorer', though.
Fishing Brad's arm out from underneath him with a backhanded grip, Jonathon got ahold of his paw once more. The wolf was still and passive, again paralyzed, this time much more effectively by the tongue tracing his dorsal trapezius.
Brad shivered, when Jonathon pressed his paw against the nearest unoccupied object that was firm and throbbing. "Aaah... Wow, Jonathon... You're really thick for a raccoon..." the wolf breathed, gripping.
"Oh really?" Jonathon murmured, ceasing his tongue-teasing for the moment. "Since when have you been an expert on raccoons?"
"Well... I mean..."
"Hmm... I wonder what I'd find in your browser history..." Jonathon mused thoughtfully.
"Jo-na-thoooon..." the wolf protested, embarrassed; his ears flicked back and down.
The raccoon giggled a little. "Well... Raccoons do tend to be skinnier than most species... I guess that means a thick raccoon is boring, in the porn industry... It's just, you know, what you have on you." His paw gripped the wolf's knot, which was now pretty darn big. "...What you're used to."
The wolf pulled back, enough to look into his eyes again. Brad was breathing roughly, eyes intent.
"Are you... sure you want to do this, Jonathon?"
The raccoon's smile fell a little as he considered it.
"We can... still just go to sleep. It's okay. I don't want to... make you do anything," the wolf said, strained, a bit anguished. "Or we could just... you know, blowjobs, or something..."
For all his arousal, for all that he'd gotten to third base, for all that he wasn't scared... just nervous...
...it was a question worthy of more consideration.
Jonathon gulped, huffed, meeped a little. This wasn't supposed to be some big, dangerous threat. For either of them. It was just supposed to be... fun. Having fun. Whatever happened.
And, whatever happened... Jonathon realized, he felt... safe. Pretty nervous... but safe. Brad wasn't going to hurt him. He... believed that. The wolf was not a stranger, he was...
...He was Brad.
"Well..." the raccoon murmured; the wolf refocused on him tensely. "I think... I think... I want to do this. I... I want to have sex." He gulped. "The... the real thing. If... if that's okay..."
The wolf stared at him, and then abruptly chuckled. "If it's okay?"
"Well, I mean..." The raccoon squirmed, embarrassed. He fell silent, and a moment later, Brad's grin faded into a softer smile. He kissed the other male gently.
"Guess I should get a condom, then," he murmured, removing his paw from Jonathon's tool. He caught the drawer in the bedside table and fumbled around inside it.
Jonathon tried not to think about Riley being right. Nobody liked thinking about Riley being right.
"Here we go..." Brad got up to his knees to tear open the foil packet, and withdraw its contents. He gave his dick a couple rubs, to get it fully hard. Then he carefully lined things up, and rolled the ring of rubber back.
Jonathon watched. It was the canine sort of condom, so about halfway to the base, the material grew thicker gradually, before forming a stronger, reinforced section. That way, Brad could roll it over his bulging knot without worrying about it tearing... and the band of thick rubber was purported to squeeze pretty nicely. Jonathon didn't know about that, but it did look tight.
Brad was clearly pretty turned on; he wasted no time grabbing something else from the drawer and applying that clear gel-like stuff to his dick. He looked to Jonathon. "You're... ready, right?"
The raccoon nodded. He'd taken an extremely thorough shower before their date... just in case. You never knew when you'd need to be clean!
The wolf's paw was warm skin and fur under cold lube. Jonathon shivered, watching Brad... feeling him... His tail shifted at the strange sensation.
"Okay..." Brad breathed, slowly, drawing his paw back. "Then... let's try this."
Oh wow this was really happening.
Jonathon felt a surge of excitement and arousal as he watched the big wolf scoot back, line up, get ready. Brad loomed over him, as he so often did... but now, it was different, a different feeling. A different imposition.
Poke.
Jonathon gulped, gripping the sheets on either side of him. He felt Brad's paws come to rest on his hips.
"Ready?" the larger male asked.
Jonathon nodded.
Pushhhhh... slip.
Not too bad. Hurt a little, and felt pretty strange. Yet, it was clear Brad had a lot of experience doing this; he was slow, deliberate, gentle. He eased in; at first it was natural, easy. Then, Jonathon began to feel his guts rearranging somewhat, to accommodate the intruder. Good thing all that stuff was pretty flexible, right?
"Nnngh..." Brad groaned. "Fffff..."
"Is it good?" the raccoon asked, breathless.
Brad glanced up at him, eyes slitted, panting.
Then, wordlessly, he curled his lube-y paw around Jonathon's penis... and began to gently thrust with his hips.
Jonathon no longer needed to ask if it was good.
The size-L wolf dick glided in and out of him easily, though it was quickly starting to make his tail ache. Brad hoisted the raccoon's legs up, to hook them over his hips, and then slumped atop him, holding him close with his free arm.
Their mouths met again... and it was quite a long time before they parted.
Feeling someone moan into your mouth is pretty exciting.
Jonathon was conscious, now, of the spot that Brad kept rubbing past, tingling as the wolf stretched him, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. That, combined with the wolf's slick paw gently sliding up and down his pecker, was starting to feel quite... interesting...
Moaning into someone's mouth is pretty exciting, too.
"Mmmmgh..." Jonathon angled his hips up a little, to give Brad a better angle. His ringed tail curled up over the wolf's back, stroking his fur. He hung onto Brad's shoulders, and then pulled him even closer and clung to him.
It was starting to get intense.
Brad was speeding up, still gentle, but his motions were tense, like a tightly coiled spring. They were both breathing roughly through their noses, around each other's muzzles. Saliva strung between their tongues; it was a struggle to keep it contained by their lips. Brad's big teeth caught against the raccoon's smaller ones on occasion. Had to be careful, not to hurt each other, in this growing chaos, this wildness.
Brad's paw was moving more quickly, as well, syncing pretty well with his hips. He wasn't using the method Jonathon was most familiar with, stroking the whole thing instead of just the end region, but the slipperiness of the lube - which Jonathon rarely used, himself - and the strange feeling of someone else performing the act made for a very stimulating experience.
To put it less clinically... murr.
This was really pretty great.
Brad's mouth came away from his, the wolf was huffing, groaning. He dropped his head down to Jonathon's chest, held it there for a second... and then looked up, slowing a little. "I want... I want you to cum first..." he whined.
"A-alright..." Jonathon replied, daunted by the idea of someone else giving him an orgasm. Like it was no big deal. "Shouldn't... take long..."
"Aaah..." Brad groaned, slowing his strokes considerably; they became firmer, more gradual, and finally quite hard. Like a pile-driver. His paw, meanwhile, was a blur on the raccoon's erection.
Jonathon could feel the big bulge of tissue pressing up under his tail on each thrust. "Are you... gonna tie me?" he panted roughly.
Brad looked up quickly, shocked. "N-no, gosh, I'd tear you in half..." He chuckled a little stupidly. "I don't want to... ahhh... hurt you..."
The raccoon breathed a little sigh of relief. Not that he didn't want Brad tying him. Quite the opposite. But... it was a bit much for the first time, wasn't it?
With a little involuntary moan, Jonathon dropped a paw to Brad's wrist, for the final time that night. "Slow down a little... Almost there..."
"Okay..." Brad let the raccoon guide his paw up into a more head-centric stroke... and then, it was just a matter of Jonathon laying back, feeling his boyfriend shoving that cock under his tail, feeling that big wolf paw rubbing his dick... moving inexorably toward... toward...
He held Brad close. He kissed the wolf's nose. He trembled.
"Oh, Brad... Brad... AaaaaAAAHhhh, Brad!!"
Crap. He hoped Marty hadn't heard that one. Or the downstairs neighbors, whoever they were.
The wolf sped up again, as the raccoon's body tensed and he produced a series of strangled, ecstatic cries, pleasure cascading through his fuzzy gray body. The darker wolf held his lighter boyfriend, growling quietly into his neck... and then grunting... and then whining, yelping a little. His knot was crammed against Jonathon's tailhole, swollen up to 'huge', and his dick was pulsing, firm and solid.
"Aaaahhh... Ungh..." the raccoon offered, articulately, as the last few squirts of his cum drizzled over Brad's paw. "Oh fuck..."
He felt the pulsing of Brad's cock slow. He felt the wolf shaking, orgasm still blasting through his brain. He felt his own faculties returning... slowly. Mellowly.
Brad quit supporting his hips; he slumped down atop the raccoon completely, dick still hilted inside his boyfriend. A smile growing on his face, he wiped his paw off on the sheets, and then wrapped both arms around Jonathon and nuzzled him, licking his face. Licking his little coon nose.
The raccoon chuckled, and nuzzled back. They cuddled. Brad's tail was waving around in the air behind him happily, and Jonathon's came up to play with it, to mingle. Spiraling around it, sweeping it about. Batting at it, caressing it.
Brad kissed him, occasionally. Softly. Nothing long and drawn out and passionate, as they had been enjoying before. Now it was just... affectionate. Tender.
Wonderful.
It was all wonderful.
After a few minutes, Brad hauled himself up wearily, and carefully pulled out. Jonathon felt the empty sensation growing inside of him; when Brad's head came free, it was abruptly quite dramatic. Jonathon closed up tight following the departure of his 'visitor', a little disconcerted by the feeling.
Brad pulled off his condom, tied it off, tossed it in the trash... and then, he slid over to lie next to the raccoon, pulling the blankets over them. Jonathon worked his way into Brad's arms, smiling, and the wolf curled around him with his whole body, wrapping him up like a shell. Arms around him, legs hooking his by the ankles, head coming up to nuzzle along the side of his. He could feel Brad's smile, against the side of his muzzle.
The wolf's dick flopped against his tail, getting soft in the shaft, but trapped out of his sheath by the knot. Jonathon's was pulling back inside him, now, only the head and a little more were poking out.
The wolf sighed. The raccoon sighed. It was warm, fur on fur, and the patter of the rain on the windowpanes was comforting. Far away, thunder rolled...
...but Jonathon was safe.
And still... as he lay there, as the two newly consummated boyfriends drifted off to sleep... As that faint buzz of nervousness that had persisted the whole night failed to vanish completely... Jonathon kept thinking.
How can I be certain?
Is this okay? Was this okay?
Am I okay?
ALERT ALERT. Warning. Everyone pay attention for one sec.
As I have planned for some time, I am intending to take a few breaks from writing Free Association in the future. The first of those breaks is nearly upon us. Next week's episode will be the LAST EPISODE in this run, and will be followed by a BREAK of FOUR WEEKS. This has been a test of the emergency alert system. This is only a test (except it's not, I really am taking a break after next week). Hopefully my HTML abuse got everyone's attention; I'll abuse next episode even more thoroughly, don't worry.
As for the episode itself... I hope it found some fans. Getting it out was pretty tough... but, for the length that it is, I'm happy with it.