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Hehhey, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! It's Monday, and that means...well...what does it mean? It means a new chapter! Whee! Quite the fun chapter today, like I promised last time...for once I hope there was some naughtier fan art of these two around, it'd seem most appropriate for this time...if you get my meaning...*chuckle*

Hope you'll enjoy the read, and I hope you'll leave me lots of comments, as always! *smiles*

We'll be getting a Wednesday chapter this week - so remember to stay tuned for further Hockey Hunk!

Cheers!

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No, I didn'tpounce him. I didn't trust my hip quite yet for such adventurous antics, but a slow, sensual creep toward him had to do for now. I didn't see nor hear complaints from the confidently smirking Dobie lounging on the bed, of course. He was rumbling as much as I was purring, his breathing audible...I was almost surprised he didn't have his tongue lolling out of his muzzle for the best effect.

"Come on..." he grinned.

Victor grabbed the edge of the sheet he had thrown over himself just to be a mean tease, and then pulled it aside, to expose another handsome half of a doggie for my full view. His legs were stretched out a bit and spread so that I could see the muscles in them clearly...was he curling his toes a bit to make it even more prominent? I wouldn't put that past him...Rory Jr. was approving well under the towel still flimsily clinging to my hips for now. I could count his abs from this far, oh yes, each and every well accounted for and in place...as was the prominent reddish shaft poking out of his comfortable-looking sheath. I'd classify that as a chubby...getting there, but not quite yet.

Just purrrrrrfect.

"Don't come in overdressed," Victor winked.

"Hah," I chuckled, my tail flapping about as I let the towel fall, to expose my own more modest, but nice enough, I hoped, body fully to the Dobie's curious eyes. My own hardness throbbed now that it was exposed, and he could see everything, of course. No hiding for Rory Jr.

I climbed onto the bed and easily spread myself over the Dobie's expansive form, I was taken in, his arms about me, a grin on his muzzle, an lap against my lips as soon as I was close enough, a true canine welcome if any, and a deep rumble, when I poked him in the belly with my most pokeable part.

"Hhmmmm..." Victor rumbled with approval as he pulled me close and pressed his muzzle against my neck.

My furs were slightly astray and definitely a little damp after the quick shower and a dry, but that only meant that our furs were going to mingle even nicer than usual, I thought, slightly dully, because Victor was doing a really good job at distracting me from thinking anything except things that were explicitly Victor-related.

"HMmmmmrrrr..."

"HMMRRRRr..."

What a volume...and ahhh, lips, tongue, teeth, even, stroking against my neck, teasing me while I pressed my own muzzle against his chest and enjoyed the firmness of his pecs there. His paws rubbed up and down over my back, and I, instinctively, perhaps, began to lap the gentle valley between those two halves of his chest. That really made him rumble alright, made his body tense, undulate, prompted me to press myself against him, made him grab pawfuls of my furs and skin and muscle, and give it a good squeeze.

"Ohhhuhhmmm..."

It felt great. He was big, protective, assertive in a gentle way, and most of all, he was here and he was most keen to do this with me, and that was making this lion purr alright. I felt his sides, careful with the place where I knew scar still existed, but the rest was free game, warm, nice and good to feel. His own paws almost managed to tickle my ribs, close enough that I chortled, sending a hot huff against his damp, warm chest.

Nice enough a place, I thought, but there was something even better to do, I thought, as I lifted my head and sought Victor's eyes. I found them, along with his grinning muzzle, and gave him just a little peck at first. Victor bumped his slippery doggie object against my belly and grabbed the base of my tail with a paw, to give me a little tug there. An electric surge of pleasure pulsed along my spine and into all those spined places, too, mind you, and I moaned deep.

"Hello there," Victor winked, now that I was staring down to him hungrily.

Oh, screw teasing, I just kissed him, hard, proper, tongue, everything, filling his muzzle with leonine saliva and getting a good helping of Dobie flavor, too, once he initiated a game of tongue-wresting that travelled back an forth between our muzzles. It felt great. It was good. It encourages us to rub against each other, make our bodies glide together nicely, damp furs and all, and a nice, musky slickness growing between our bellies. Good job that we both made a lot of...stuff...heheh.

It didn't matter how long it went on. We weren't in a hurry. We felt all there was to fell to our bodies, trading them for thrills upon the feeling of pads and clawtips, and little grips, back and forth, given in kind, warm, nice and hot, and so very pleasant that I was soon feeling both very aroused and very relaxed, a combination that was most agreeable. It was just good simple fun, that it was, complete with moans and all.

And then there was Victor, giving me a look and playing with my tail, and its base, and what was beneath, just rubbing gently, but meaningfully.

"Still got that massage to give, Rory," Victor rumbled.

"Looking forward to it," I breathed, watching him with a gentle smirk on my lips, "looking forward to everything."

I ground my hips against his. He pressed his back up to mine, making both of us groan.

"Let's do it then," he whispered near to my ear. "Want to put on a towel or something so that we don't mess up the bed?"

Always the thinker. Heheheh. I chuckled.

"Alright," I said, "I'll be right back."

I felt rather reluctant to leave my Dobie-shaped pleasure mattress, but I had to make that little sacrifice for the knowledge that further enjoyable activities were soon to follow. I had to go to the bathroom to get the spare hanging on a hook, which meant that by the time I returned a few moments later, Victor was standing by the bed and fiddling with the plastic and cardboard package of the...heheh...gift...he had purchased for me.

I chuckled as I approached with my towel and swiped him with my tail, quickly.

"You gonna rub me all over with that?" I teased.

Victor chuckled and elbowed me while he shucked the packaging down to the couch and held the little plastic item in his paw.

"Only where it matters," he leered at me.

"Of course...." I mused.

I spread the towel quickly onto the bed and then, without further prompting, laid down onto my belly, as comfortably as I knew, of course, tail flopped down, legs spread, arms in a comfortable posture in front of my, folded so that there was enough room, muzzle easily supported against a pillow. It was very comfortable, though I couldn't really look at Victor, whom just climbed onto the bed, too, but I trusted him completely on this, so there was no issue.

Victor's paws landed onto the small of my back and gave the muscles there asqueeze, which was enough to make me purr.

"Hmmmm...tense here?" he suggested as he massaged a bit, up and down, big paws...firm but gentle touch, too.

"Ahhhh...a little," I confessed. It wasn't sore, but what he was doing with his paws was truly making it feel all that much better.

Victor's paws drifted over my rump and began to knead my butt cheeks, slowly, sending even nicer feelings through me. It felt especially nice when he tried pulling them apart a bit, putting some pressure onto all the interesting places, I knew as much. I told him as much, as I felt myself throb against the by now very much convenient towel.

"That's the idea, heheh," he chuckled a bit as he kept on he sensual, slow rubbing, "that's why I want you to try the toy first...you know how everything here is just connected..."

His thumbs rubbed along the insides of my crevice, thumbs gracing my taint and making me moan again with the nice, warm, erotic feel of being touched so intimately.

"Y...yeah..." I breathed.

"So...touching on the outside is going to make muscles on the inside contract, too, and that means that this is gonna feel great inside and out," Victor explained while still teasing me.

I let out a breathy chuckle.

"Spoken like a true expert, huh?" I flicked my ears wryly, my tail a-waving as well.

"Trust me on matters regarding the male posterior," he replied in a serious tone that made me chuckle even further.

"Hahahah."

Pop. That sound was definitely a sign of Uncle Bob's Axle Grease being opened. The rude 'splort' that followed told me as much. Victor's left paw kept rubbing my left butt cheek while his right paw appeared under my tail again, this time with slick fingertips that rubbed up and down my taint briefly before concentrating on the spot under my tail. My muscles coiled and tensed, just briefly, before I took a deep breath and relaxed, letting him touch me as he wished.

"Really hope this is gonna feel nice for you...if you don't like it, just tell me and we'll stop, alright?"

"Of course," I replied, feeling kinda extra good that he was being so careful and nice, all told, even if I wasn't exactly acting like a total butt virgin, which I really wasn't, of course not.

He added some more of the cool, slippery stuff, even pushing a little inside me, before he took a moment to slap the stuff onto the toy itself, I peeked over my shoulder, quickly, just as he held it ominously close and looming above my tender rear.

"Just push back against it, yeah?" he said, one paw holding onto my tail while the other operated the butt invader.

"Sure..." I rumbled, trying to relax myself further.

Well, it didn't feel that much. Just a blunt pressure, which he kept up, until the smooth, round tip thrust its way into me, soon followed by the narrow, curiously shaped shaft until the curved plastic rods at the base were just kinda pressing against my taint. They had little plastic balls on the tips, too, which meant that there was some pressure there, against me. Victor's paws rubbed over my buttocks, slow, nice, circling motions, as I let my tail gently fall down over my rump again.

"How's that?" Victor asked curiously.

What could I say? It didn't feel like much...a bit of a fullness, I supposed...little bit of pressure from the prods against my taint, not much of a stretching sensation, since the toy was very slim on the part that currently resided in the actual ring of my tailhole. I knew that a bit of stretching there could feel nice, but this toy didn't seem to be designed for that kind of a feeling. There was a kind of a dull, odd sensation somewhere below my belly button, but I couldn't really call that pleasure, at least not at this point. More like a more intense sense of fullness, I thought.

"It's alright," I said, "doesn't hurt or anything. It's just...there...heh."

"That's how it feels at first,!" he said, sounding confident.

"Have you used these a lot?" I asked, still getting used to the sensation of having something inside me once again, while Victor kept on his gentle rubbing.

"I was curious a while back and got one of these cheap ones, yeah," he explained while his paws were making love to the largest muscles on my body, "It's a different feeling. I've played around with some proper toys, too, so it's a bit different from that, for sure. Feels kinda neat while pawing off and letting your body do some of the work."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that exactly, but my wicked mind was conjuring up images of the Dobie grinning viciously while lubing up a much naughtier and bigger and possibly canine-shaped plastic object before pressing his gorgeous rump onto such a spire of illicit pleasure...oh damn...I probably wasn't supposed to think of Victor playing with dildos while the actual Dobie tool was so close at paw...still firm and nice, I'd seen during my last peek over my shoulder...and besides, he'd get some lion meat, too. No need for toys.

"You're the boss," I chuckled.

Victor growled, and I wondered if it was supposed to be a show of domination, or what, but I knew that it made me feel kinda...sexy....and push my butt back a little, against his paws.

"I'm gonna break out the oil now...hope it doesn't have any strong smell to it..." Victor mused, as I heard him shuffle a bit on the bed, to get the small pink bottle that had made both of us chuckle before.

I snickered a little, and flicked his thigh with my tail.

Hmmm.

That felt...something...I thought. Something inside me, a bit of a pressure...not unlike a well-aimed finger, I'd consider...though it was the plastic toy now, of course, pressing into my internal places, poking me a bit...was that just my tail moving? I'd have to try that again...hmm...

My next proper breath brought a stench into my muzzle...something quite strong...

"Damn...oranges..." Victor grunted, "Who the heck likes oranges?"

I chuckled.

"It's alright," I said, giving him a look over my shoulder again, "nothing some shampoo won't take out of the furs."

Victor gave the pink lovey-dovey love oil bottle a suspicious look, but nonetheless proceeded to squirt a good trickle onto his palm.

"Now, I'm not too good at this, but I know what feels good, so I'm gonna just work your back and make you feel really relaxed and nice," the Dobie declared with a determined, if amused, look on his face, "I want you to feel really good, Rory..."

"I already do, " I smiled, flicking a cheerful ear at him.

"Lay down again," he said, "you want to be very still and very relaxed for this."

Who was I to disagree with the big Dobie? I let my muzzle slump back against the pillow.

"I'm just gonna spread some of this stuff first..."

It felt...gooey...I guess, as he spread it with gentle, calm, rolling, circling strokes, over my shoulder and back and even my buttocks, too, covering all of me in one go...which I wasn't sure was the perfect method to do it, since if he started on the top, that'd mean he'd likely be getting the oil all over himself, too...but why not? It's not like we weren't going to end up into a messy heap, anyway. And all that oil might feel quite sexy under all the right circumstances...

I gasped when Victor straddled me, sheath, shaft, balls, everything rubbing against the base of my tail as he kinda just...sat...on me, like that, though with most of his weight on his own knees, it was quite comfortable like that. Felt nice, too, especially once he got his paws on my shoulderblades and he simply began to knead and massage them.

I was purring in no time.

"I do love long fur," Victor noted after some time had passed, with just me rumbling and purring and moaning a bit, feeling like before, aroused and relaxed, warm, too, with Victor's paws coaxing all that out of me, his body's presence a comfort and a pleasure, "almost envy those who do..."

I chuckle-moaned, and rolled my shoulders a little, under his grabby paws.

"It just means one less shirt during winter," I replied.

Victor chuckled, a low, sexy rumble, that made me feel good in all the right places, including my curiously-feeling tail, for sure, with that gentle pressure a permanent fixture, for now, slowly alive and moving with the undulations of the muscles all over my body, odd as that was, but most certainly true. Maybe it wasn't just a pitch, I thought, all the promises that thing could do...it certainly wasn't feeling bad inside me. Just a bit odd, but kinda nice. Like most things in regards to my anus to begin with, I suppose. Just had to not think about it to much, and give it a chance to feel good and nice.

"Hahah."

"It does mean more grooming," I said, "and going through a bottle of shampoo a week..."

I sure hoped that Xanthomax's industrial strength detergent scent was going to be enough to get this stench of artificial orange off my furs once we were done man-cavorting today, I thought, but perhaps it wasn't the most offensive scent mark one might carry afterwards, I thought, with a little smile, as Victor kept rubbing me and chuckling at my remarks.

"But it looks goooorgeous..."

Ugh...Victor's camp voice...surprisingly similar to how Cobb sounded like when speaking extra fast and extra excited...interesting...not that I really wanted to think of Cobb while the said Dobie's brother was grinding a sizeable boner against my back under the excuse of giving me a backrub.

"I kinda like how yours looks, too."

How could I not? All sleek and smooth and a warm tone of brown...bet he could gleam in the sunlight if he wanted to...maybe while getting out of a swimming pool, only wearing some really tight swimming trunks...dripping a bit...saying hi...

Damn boner. I might not survive this massage before I'd lose myself...or at least get damn close to it, I thought. Why did he have to pull on my strings so nicely? Damn...just had to rumble and take it like a man.

"Thanks," Victor leaned over me and kissed the top of my head...a proper big wet smooch it was, complete with the lip-smacking. I chuckled, and, wriggled my ass against his groin. The Dobie grumbled happily and nipped on my ear.

"There's time for that soon," he rumbled, a bit of verbal dominance over me, I knew, but it was all in good fun, I knew. He wasn't one of those ultra-dominant guys you sometimes heard about. It just wasn't him.

He was much more devious.

I liked it that way.

"Is that why you like felines?" I asked, a bit curious, knowing that he'd mentioned at least one previous cat boyfriend, and it seemed like a fun thing to be curious about, now that it was obvious that he liked my furs.

Victor's paws were working along my spine, as he began his answer.

"Hahah, I don't know, could be...sure like how all this fur feels, for sure..."

His paws weren't feeling bad at all, either. He was getting me hot and bothered, in fact, more like...this massage was hardly therapeutic, heheh. Sensual, more like...relaxing in every other part of my body except the one pressed between my belly and that poor towel. There was a kind of dull throbbing under my tail, too, as he worked me, and my muscles were starting to get into it. There were occasional twinges of pleasure alright...nothing massive, not "Ohhhh yeeeess" kind, but the kind that make you go "hhmmmmm", I decided, which felt nice...added to the pleasure...made me want some more...made me tell him that it felt nice...

"Just wait till we get to the good part..."

This sure showed that sex could be so much more than genitals...heck, he was touching my back and it still felt good...it felt great, in fact, warm and nice and good enough for a purr, and his paws wandered lower and over my hips and began to massage my butt again...which sadly meant that he went onto a crouch between my legs and there was no longer a direct contact between his doggie bone and my rump, but I knew that was going to change soon...and I bet he was having some good times, too...watching me there, sprawled out and...well...guess this posture gave me the appearance of having all my goodies on the offer, I thought.

I was starting to pick up the musk, too, even through the strong smell of oranges that clung to the air as much as to my furs, heheh. I smelled mine, mostly, but Victor's was there, too. I dared a peek and saw that there was a fat glob of pre sticking to his tip...almost hanging there...God that looked hot. I had to swallow as I imagined lapping that away...letting my raspy tongue do its magic over that sweet pink skin and that little slit...

"And what would that be, huh?" I let my tail sway teasingly behind me, arched a little so that the tuff on the tip would swing from side to side, hoping that the Dobie would enjoy the sight...which he apparently did, if you listened to the pleased growl.

His paws grasped my rump cheeks and pulled on them quite firmly, spreading me a little, and that made the muscles inside me contract, too, and drive the teasing toy against my prostate, for there was no other explanation to the stronger jolt of pleasure that brought to me, enough to make me moan again.

"Ahhh..."

"This part..."

There was a little shuffling and squeaking behind me, just before I felt a warm breath against my taint, and then the Dobie was kissing me just...well...there...yes...big, agile, wet, strong canine tongue lapping up and down my taint, his paws holding me spread out and ready for him to go in for the kill, that ticklish slide of his tongue sending new pleasurable sensations through my groin and into my belly.

"Ahhh yes...."

He didn't seem to mind the plastic thingy sticking out of me, he nonetheless went for it, lapping and licking against my muscled opening, teasing it so that the muscles squeezed down on themselves, and that drove the toy inside me again, the muscles milking it back and forth involuntarily, each little movement sending another little spark of pleasure through those obscure nerves that were probably not meant to feel good, but nonetheless did. The brain's a funny thing like that, I guess.

"Aahh..ohhh...."

The sounds I made when he licked me weren't very manly, I had to admit, but I didn't really mind, it was just...ahh...

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Gotta say, it's sexy when a guy squeaks a bit...not those high-pitched girly noises some do, just because they think it's hot but it isn't...at least not for me it wasn't, but at the right time and in the right place...I could like it. Getting the lion to whine was a challenge, I knew, and to bring such a pleasure with the simple slide of my tongue against his crack, teasing him...it was great.

I was glad things were going so smoothly...he had told me he wasn't too keen on bottoming, but didn't mind it...I wasn't sure what he meant by that exactly, but it sure as hell made me decide that I'd do everything I could to not to make this into a chore. I knew what I liked, and I could try those things on him...see how he liked them...how he warmed to the act...to the feelings...to these sensations I could give to him with my paws and my tongue...little slippery motions around his pucker, never mind the P-Bomb's plastic base that made sure you didn't get anything lost in there, besides rubbing you quite nicely from the outside, too...the jungle gym-like effect for my tongue wasn't so bad, I think. Almost made me chuckle as I slobbered around and brought more of those hot sounds out of Rory.

"Ahhh maan..."

That was good, I thought, and squeezed more firmly on his nice butt cheeks, listening to more moans and warm, heady breathing. I was so hard...so wanting to just...mount...but I was determined to give him just a little more pleasure...just a bit more...a bit more enjoyment from his touchy part before...before more.

Slurp.

"Let's see what you think about this...hmm..."

I grabbed his hips and coaxed him to turn around, which he did quite sluggishly...the relaxation must've been working, even if that massage oil was a bit of dud with that strange smell...at least not a turn-off, I thought happily, as his boner bounced into view. Nice!

Rory looked at me across his body, chest heaving and all, when I crouched between his spread legs and unceremoniously went in for my second treat...that glistening, slick, barbed member, looking all abandoned there against his belly.

"AAahhhh...."

Bet he wasn't expecting this so suddenly...warm maw over his even warmer flesh...a bit of a suckle...not forgetting that tongue, either...he wasn't very thick, so it was easy to wrap my tongue around him and let it slide nicely when I took him almost to the base...his tip tickling on the back of my muzzle, but it was fine. I could take him quite nicely, and after a few bobs up and down he was panting. His musky pre covered my tongue and I swallowed when I had just the ticklish tip between my lips, and got a good helping of the flavor, too. He was ripe alright...I thought...smiling around his shaft and giving him a bit of a look as I went down again...his eyes heavy-lidded...

Oh yes. This was gonna be quick. My paws on his hips could already feel the tension...the wish to buck and breed and jump and fuck...

'"Hmmmmmrmrmrr..."

Rumbling like that can finish up a guy in no time, I knew, and Rory was no exception, not when he was so worked up, after all the teasing...I noticed with pleasure, as I felt him jump...up and down, tickling my palate now as his hips swung upwards...yes,,,telltale signs of...

"Oh Victor..."

Yep...showtime...

SLuuuuuuurp.

"AAAGHHHHH..."

He nearly roared when he came, thick, quick spurts that flowed onto my tongue. He twitched, his body jumped...even his tail bounced and caught my arms a couple of times, but that was just part of the fun...thick furs, a long tail...so many fun qualities in this lion's body, I thought...nursing him between my lips as his convulsions waned and he simply laid there, steady and breathing raggedly.

"Ahhh..."

I moved slowly, carefully, but with my lips still carefully wrapped around him as I pulled my muzzle off him...a final tease that made him moan a little, when I left him with a slippery sound, grinning all the while I crawled on top of him and cupped his muzzle in my paws.

"A little surprise," I grinned before kissing him and letting him taste himself, too, for there was still plenty left in my maw.

"That was...heheh..." he rumbled once I went back to just snuggling him by rubbing our chins together.

"I know," I winked, licking my lips a bit.

"I'm starting to see what that toy of yours does, too," he mused as I stroked his forehead with a thumb.

"Hmm?" I let my ears perk...the floppy one, too, as much as I managed.

"That just felt...a bit different...you know...when I came..." he explained, "like...well...like it usually does when you've got something in there when you..."

"Spooge," I winked.

Rory chuckled at the naughty word, and I kissed him again, a bit less creamy this time, but warm and hot nonetheless.

"Yup," he rumbled.

"Well that's what makes it for me, too, and I intend to get a sample today, too," I chuckled as I kept on rubbing him, and letting him feel my own throbbing hard-on against his belly with a little grind there, too, "I know you've got a few charges left..."

"Charges..." he gave me a wry look.

I just grinned.

"And I know just the perfect way to recharge you for when you get my back there..." I murmured, as I let a paw slide down along his side, keeping him close and warmly covered under me.

"Hmmmm?" he murmured.

I cupped his rump cheek and let my fingers slide into the crevice between, to drive the message home as I smiled.

"Wanna do it like this?" I whispered, soft and deep.

The lion let out a little rumble as he felt my fingers touch him slowly, and then nodded slowly.

"Yeah...I like it best this way," he said, looking at me.

Had to kiss him again. Make those lips nice and wet and tingling, just like mine felt. My hips moved a little and let my hardness slip between his legs and near the base of his tail with each little thrust I gave. That was making me feel more and more needy as well...all ready to do this.

"Let's do it," I said.

I was glad that I brought all the stuff with me to the bed after I put Rory down for his massage...I only had to reach back to find the right packet of condoms and the lube...didn't take me long at all to get myself wrapped up, take that toy out of him and then squeeze a good helping of the dirtily named lube into his awaiting hole. A little bit escaped in a colorless trickle when I pulled the nozzle out and put the tube aside.

Fuck that looked hot...so damn hot.

Rory handed me over a pillow and I put it under his butt, and then I shuffled closer again and carefully adjusted his legs about my hips. I'd done this with legs up against my shoulders, too, but I didn't want to put extra strain onto his back or his leg doing that. I kinda liked it better with the legs around my waist. It felt hot, in a way, because it let the bottom to pull me back when I was on the withdrawal, so to speak.

I leaned over him and kissed him, and made sure that he knew how much he was wanted, and how careful I was going to be with him, and how much I needed to do this...make sure that he'd feel good and nice...

"Gonna start now..." I whispered as I used my fingers to push myself into place, and give a little press into his flesh.

He gave another little nod, and I got the curious thought that maybe he was bracing for it...preparing to take it...I wondered if he was fighting more nerves than I could even realize.

I leaned in to kiss him again.

"Gonna be really slow...relax...relax..."

I pushed only a little, steadied myself with my paws, and grit my teeth when I felt the pliant muscles against my tip, so warm and hot and...

Made me feel so manly.

We kept our muzzles really close when I slowly began to push into him properly, more and more pressure until he opened and I was there...carefully...yeah...damn this felt good...like he was...nipping on me or something...yeah...warmer than a muzzle...

"Hmppph," he snorted.

I stopped, relaxed my hips, and stayed still.

"You're ready..." I whispered close to his ear, "your body's waiting for more..."

I knew what that toy could do...how it'd create an...itch...of sorts...and you just wanted more stimulation...preferably of more substantial kind. I knew I was much bigger than the toy, so I suppose that's what he was going to get now...just gently...slowly...

His paws gripped on my back when I pushed in some more, and so did his insides, but then he relaxed, and I knew that I was past the real resistance...now it was just hot, tight and...

"AAahhh..."

That was a good sound if I ever knew one...that and the feeling of his body sucking me straight in...like it wanted me there...

I kissed him really softly, on the lips, and smiled.

"Like a champ," I grinned.

He snorted, amused, I hoped, and squeezed down on me. I moaned, teeth bared, leaning close to him, our breaths mingling just like our bodies were doing, with every movement we made.

"Heh..." he breathed.

I was all the way in. My knot kissed his rump, and for a moment I just let myself be still, letting him get used to it again, allowing me to take a breather too so that I wouldn't make this a too quick a performance. I lacked the ability for instant recharges that Rory had...so I had to make this one count.

He seemed to be alright. I started to thrust extra slow, just to make sure that he was enjoying it...my own enjoyment, by then, was a given...just keeping close and thrusting very slowly with my hips...in...out...

"Ahmmm..."

That was the kind of a noise I liked to hear. I just kept going, and kissed him, as our pace slowly quickened. He was pressing back, too, in the little way he could.

There, there were the legs, like I thought...pulling me back when I was pulling out...like he wanted me to get back there right now.

What else could a guy want to feel?

"Stroke yourself," I rumbled, my paws on either side of his head as I arched myself over him, looking down with what must've been a rather impassioned face, "it'll make it feel better...nhhh...for both..."

Didn't have to tell him twice...and did it work...yeah...what that toy was doing before, his paw did now...the stimulation from the front getting to his back there, too...squeezes on me...his purrs...rumbles...the extra musk and even the slippery sound of his paw going up and down on his shaft while my own balls gently slapped his taint...

"Ahhhh..."

"Just do it," I coaxed him on, thrusting firmly now, letting my knot pound against his hole with each thrust, more stimulation, more heat...."...let's...let's go...aaahh..."

I kinda hugged him, one-armed, still hunched over him, thrusting, his paw between our bodies, stroking him while I kissed him, and I put my own paw around my knot, so as not to distract Rory from his own paw-intensive activities...yeah...just there...ahhh...that damn squeeze...yeah...ahhh....ahhh...

I think he was there a bit before I was...more musk...more heat...I was so close to my own orgasm that I didn't really pay too much attention to anything except what I felt with my own body...and his own, arching and tensing under me...clenching...sending such heat through me...really...the heat was great. The noises were great. The sensation of his tight body closing in on me...I was practically drooling against his neck when I was trying to catch my breath.

Rory's fingers stroked through my headfurs and over my back, holding me close.

Guess this was another way to housewarming, I thought. A good memory to begin with, I thought. Maybe without that scent of orange still lingering on my nose. It made me chuckle, warm and nice, against his shoulder.

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