The Promise
Soren staggered in the door, weighed down by the massive number of ingredients he had purchased. Eli greeted him at the door with a kiss on the cheek and then looked in the canvas bags that occupied Soren's hands. "What, did you spend your whole paycheck on groceries?!"
Soren smiled sheepishly as he began to unload his bags. Eli's eyes widened as Soren withdrew 5 blocks of cheese. "Sorry. It's the Wisconsin in me," he said with an awkward laugh. "I thought we'd do something fun for dinner. I've got Gruyère, Jarlsberg, Leerdammer, Appenzeller, and Cheddar cheese. I was thinking fondue." Soren knew fondue was a favorite of Eli's and was glad to see him smile in anticipation. "Eli, can you grab the ground beef, eggs, and the bread crumbs? I wanna make us meatballs."
Eli happily obliged. "What vegetables do you wanna use? the broccoli and cauliflower? Carrots too?" Soren made a noise of assent. Eli dug all the ingredients out of the bags and brought them to a cutting board.
Soren was already taking out a bowl to mix the ground beef in the eggs along with assorted herbs and spices. "Can you also fish out the bread I baked yesterday?"
By the time the meat mixture was ready, Eli had gotten all the ingredients out and laid them on the counter. "Is there a way I can help you?"
Soren smiled. "Can I trust you to cube bread without making it catch fire?"
Eli pouted and responded by tearing a chunk off the french loaf, setting it alight with scarlet fire, and playfully tossing it at Soren. Soren caught the burning chunk in his mouth and grinned. He turned back to the meatballs muttering "smart ass" under his breath.
The meatballs were in the oven and now Soren could focus on the fondue, mixing shreds of all five cheeses with white wine, lemon juice, and cream. Leaving it to bubble in the pot, he helped Eli finish the vegetables. The nice thing about fondue was that it really didn't take much prep time if you knew what you were doing. They didn't need to chop a lot of stuff anyway. It was only for the two of them.
Leaving Eli to put all the food on a platter, Soren took out his grandmother's old fondue pot, patterned with roses. Filling it up with the melted cheese, he lit a burner underneath it with a snap of his fingers. He could have gotten an electric pot and not have to deal with buying the burners, but he had too many memories in this pot to not use it.
Soren and Eli got started, tucking into the scrumptious mix of cheese. The meatballs were up to their usual standards, and the bread mixed wonderfully with the cheese. They practiced the old tradition of kissing your neighbor if you dropped food in the pot, and Soren had a not-so-sneaking suspicion that Eli was being clumsy on purpose. Not that he minded at all. Everything was devoured quickly.
Eli and Soren got to clean up. "Scrub that pot really well," said Soren as Eli began the dishes. "We aren't done with it tonight. And get the flour, sugar, and butter out. Also the other baking stuff. You know, baking soda and the like."
Eli smiled. "Chocolate fondue? And a cake too? You're too good to me."
Soren laughed. After all he put Eli through since the break in, Soren felt like he owed him a treat. "Do you want a fruity cake or a chocolate one?"
Eli smiled and kissed Soren. "I think any cake we make will be fruity," he said teasingly. "Wanna do the raspberry pound cake? That would be good with the fondue."
Soren chuckled as he creamed the butter and added the eggs and the other dry ingredients. The batter was ready quickly. He threw about 1/3 of it into a smaller bowl and had Eli add both whole and crushed raspberries. They layered the two batters on top of each other and Eli swirled the two together with a butter knife. Soren threw the cake in the oven and quickly mixed together a glaze from powdered sugar, milk, and a bit of food coloring for vanity.
The two foxes lay on the couch and put some music on. They felt like something heavy with strong emotions as well as some good memories attached, so they went with Time's End, a remix of the soundtrack of Majora's Mask. The fantastic instrumentation and melodies that held true to the game was relaxing and music worthy of a good cuddle. Soren lay there with Eli on top of him. Lover's Mask felt like a perfect time to spring his idea on Eli.
"You know," said Soren with a devious grin, "I did promise you something two weeks ago..."
Eli raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"While we shared that bath, I promised you an all-nighter. Want to cash that in late?"
Eli grinned. "Fondue, cake, and sex? This is turning into the best Friday ever. You really do spoil me."
The buzzer for the cake rang, and Soren got up to take it out of the oven. He glazed it and let it cool. Soren then pulled out his enormous slabs of dark, milk, and white chocolate from the fridge, breaking it into blocks. Throwing it into his rose pot with some heavy cream, he let the burner melt the chocolate while he prepared strawberries and cubed some of the cake. Eli got out a bag of marshmallows, and Soren felt a bit unorthodox tonight, so he decided to go with some pineapple wedges as well.
He turned around to see that Eli had piled all of the strawberries on his plate. He had a mischievous grin on his face. "Eat all the pineapple first."
Soren began to raise an eyebrow quizzically, but stopped. He had a feeling he knew where this was going. He did as Eli bade and then the two foxes began to assault the cake and marshmallows. When they were done, none of the chocolate was left and the platter held nothing but minute crumbs.
"Do you mind if I take a bath before we start," asked Soren as he began to gather up the dishes. "I still smell like the lab."
Eli grinned. "I think you were supposed to say 'do you mind if we take a bath.'" Eli placed the dishes on the counter and kissed Soren, who smiled and nodded in assent. They finished the dishes in a flash and made their way to the bathroom. Eli ran the water till it was scalding and added a bubble bath laced with coconut. Soren slipped in first and sighed with contentment as Eli's soft and slender body slid down his front. He cupped Eli's face in his hands and kissed him.
Eli took a bottle of body wash and began to wash Soren's chest. Soren smelled pineapples again. He smiled. It was touches like these that sex with Eli so good. He felt Eli's smooth beige paws slide up and down his body. Starting at his chest, they slid to shoulders and down his arms, back up to his neck and face, and then to his tails. Soren raised one leg, then the other and let Eli wash those as well.
Soren reached for a bottle of strawberry wash and saw Eli smile. He leaned Eli back so that his beige back rested on the other side of the bath. Soren kissed him as he began to wash his slim frame, running up and down his toned and contoured body, savoring the short fur running between his fingers. He spent extra time running his fingers through the thick and velvety chest tuft that he so adored.
Soren was actually more content here than in the bedroom. To kiss and caress Eli, to be able to possess his covetable body and his wonderful heart and soul. To know that he was the only one that Eli was willing to offer such treasures. That was much more satisfying than sex. Not that their sex was bad. It was intense, passionate, and frequent. Soren greatly enjoyed sex with Eli. Besides, during sex he always wanted to make sure that Eli was satisfied. His own pleasure came second. Not that he or Eli had ever walked away from sex together unsatisfied. He just felt that kissing and holding him was a better display of intimacy than satisfying their carnal desires. Plus kissing him could be done in public and had the added benefit of pissing off the homophobes.
Soren felt himself being pushed back again so that Eli was on top of him again. They began to kiss each other as Eli slid himself up and down his silver body. As he glided up and down, Soren kissed him starting at the muzzle, and moving to his cheeks, his neck, his collarbones as Eli moved up. This continued for what felt like blissful hours.
Soren felt Eli run his hand down his chest and under the water. He giggled as Eli gave his sheath a little squeeze. He felt himself slipping out a bit, and as Eli continued to slide across him, he felt Eli's member was doing the same. Soren began to slide his hands across Eli's torso again. He loved the feminine curve to his hips and how coiled his body was.
It didn't take long for both of them to be fully out, and soon they were both panting lustily, enjoying the frottage. Eli was still running himself up and down Soren's body, but moving in shorter increments so that their endowments would always rub together. Soren raised his hips a bit to keep their members out of the water. He sighed in pleasure as this continued, even shifting his hips a bit for some extra friction. Eli was kissing his way up and down Soren's silver body, but he could hear gasps of pleasure from Eli with each breath between a kiss. This two continued for what felt like ages, their endowments arousing each other and their hands running greedily across each other's bodies.
When he could feel Eli's endowment throbbing against his own, Soren reached down and squeezed their knots together. The first squeeze got them close. The second squeeze got a little spurt of cum to shoot out. The third squeeze triggered a euphoric eruption. They gasped as they came together, spraying across Soren's chest. Soren giggled stupidly as Eli began to lick his way up Soren, finally presenting his endowment to the silver fox for a quick cleaning. Eli proceeded to slide back down to lick a few drops of cum off of Soren's own member before reaching for the pineapple wash again. A quick scrub later and Eli was letting the water run out. They dried each other by wrapping fire around themselves, the crimson mixing with the blue to make a vibrant purple.
Soren then swept Eli off his feet and carried him to the bedroom. They fell onto the blue covers, kissing madly, their tongues now wrestling each other like rabid animals. Soren could hear Eli moaning with pleasure with each breath. Eli pulled them to sit up on the bed and picked up one of their bottles of lube with a tail. He slathered them both up with expert precision and efficiency. He then threw Soren down on the bed and lifted his silver legs up.
Soren hadn't received in a while. Eli was normally the bottomer, but they had all night to do whatever they pleased. "Be gentle," he whispered. Eli slid himself into Soren. The silver fox winced only a small amount. Eli had a knack for getting it to not hurt much, even if he was shoving eight inches of hard, thick flesh into him, and that wasn't counting the knot. Soren felt Eli hilt himself up to his knot, and he began to withdraw. Soren clenched now, savoring the feeling of Eli being deep inside him. Both were panting madly with carnal pleasure.
Eli took this one slow. It was only just after midnight, and both of them wanted to last till sunrise. One does not sprint a marathon. As Eli slid his girth into Soren, he also slid his hands across Soren's chest as he went in and out. Soren savored the light touch of the beige fingers, ending in short and slightly sharp claws. That coupled with the measured, deliberate thrusts, he fell into a state of bliss. He felt himself slowly building up. He would be ready soon, though. He had forgotten how good it felt to have Eli inside him. He paused, enjoying the almost painful throbbing in his pride, clenching as Eli retreated. "Do it," he gasped, "Tie us!" The final thrust forced Eli's fat knot past Soren's clenched cheeks. Soren came in three short burst, his body convulsing, his fists gripping the sheets. He sighed in contentment as he felt a warm stickiness run between his ass and tails.
Eli withdrew and fell on his back, panting. Soren flipped up, some of the cum dripping onto Eli, and began to clean off Eli's member. He tasted strawberries, just like Eli had planned, running his tongue on all sides of the soft column of flesh. This quick tongue scrub was enough to get Soren hard enough to start to enter Eli. He thrust hard. He knew Eli liked it rough. Eli gave a pant of pleasure through gritted teeth. Soren began a jerkier rhythm than Eli. Instead of the steady slide-in-slide-out that he had received, Soren thrusted in quickly, paused, then withdrew just as suddenly. Eli was grinning with pleasure, clenching hard the whole time. They continued this rhythm for a long time, both of them gasping with delight at each thrust. Eli was enjoying this beyond words, and Soren saw him mouthing a command to end it, but Eli apparently couldn't vocalize the direction in his current state of euphoria. Eli came on the final thrust, even before Soren got the knot all the way in.
Soren leaned down and began to lick the mess off of Eli's chest, enjoying the sweet taste and the smell of his body. He moved up to clean his nose, which had gotten a bit of spray on it. Soren finally moved to lay on top of Eli's chest, even though his flaccid pride was still inside of him, covered in his own warm and sticky fluid. They began to kiss again, their tongues going at it like ferals for a second time. It took a bit, but Soren was rock hard again and ready to thrust again. Soren began again, still lying on top of Eli.
Eli repositioned his toned ass up to give Soren a better angle to thrust. This position was one of their favorites, and he knew the placement exactly. Soren picked up his pace a bit, working slightly more fluidly than his previous, more jerky rhythm. They hadn't stopped kissing each other, and Eli ran his hands all across Soren's body, entwining their tails together. Neither Soren nor Eli could make a noise right now, but Eli's emerald eyes were clenched shut in pleasure. It was taking them longer to cum now, but that was a good thing if they wanted to keep going all night. Soren could feel Eli's endowment pulsing and leaking between their chests. He kept this up for a while, savoring how Eli ran his fingers through his fur, sometimes gripping it tightly.
After a good deal of time, Soren rocked back on his knees and elbows for some extra leverage, breaking away from Eli's muzzle for a second. Then, using all four limbs to propel himself, he rammed himself inside Eli as hard as he could. Eli gasped in euphoria and perhaps a bit of pain. They came together, leaving a sticky mess between them and feeling more stickiness leaking from Eli's fine ass, the fur already saturated. Soren groaned in pleasure as he lost control of his legs and arms, laying splayed on top of Eli's sticky chest.
"My turn," said Eli as Soren extracted himself from his partner. Eli pushed Soren on to his side, his sticky pride laying limply on the covers. Soren gave Eli a quick squeeze and coaxed Eli's rod of flesh inside of him again. Eli raised a silver leg and began to lick the bottom of a paw. Soren shuddered a bit. They had never tried paw fetish before, but it felt lovely. Soren was also feeling a bit looser, too. "Keep it up," he said, smiling. "You can go harder if you like."
Eli happily obliged, going at a pace not quite as hard as Soren, but in a similar abrupt, jerky pattern. Soren grimaced in pleasure. What good is sex if it didn't hurt a bit? Eli's dexterous tongue on his foot felt really good too. He was surprised they never tried this before. Soren suddenly gave a puppy-like whimper of pleasure as Eli reached down with his free hand and began to tickle his cock as the beige fox continued to thrust. The triple sensation got him primed really quickly. "Aim for me," he panted as his knot felt ready to burst. Eli tilted his hand, still not missing a thrust and continuing to lick all over Soren's silver paw. Soren reared back his head and whimpered again in pleasure as he felt the release, spraying himself and the bed. He tasted his pineapples as he panted.
Soren came way before Eli, who was now picking up his thrusting speed. Soren closed his eyes and enjoyed Eli thrusting into him, still licking his paw. By the time Eli was ready to tie them, Soren was hard and primed again. Eli slammed his knot down into the silver fox as he grabbed Soren's sweet spot and pinched it with two fingers. Both of the foxes moaned in delight, and flopped on the now sticky bed as Eli extracted himself.
Soren was up again, and forced Eli down on his back and went to suckle his girth. It was soft but still throbbing from all the work it had been doing, a layer of cum slathered around it. Soren took his time, caressing the beige tails that Eli had curtained around him. He cradled Eli's balls, squeezing lightly. Eli giggled stupidly, feebly pawing the air with his hands as ripples of pleasure ran up his body. The silver fox worked slowly with his lips and tongue, drawing it out, feeling when Eli was close and then letting up to caress his balls again. he wanted a full mouthful this time. After teasing him for the third time, Eli put a paw on the back of Soren's head and kept it there. Soren recognized the signal to end it and withdrew a small bit as he squeezed Eli's knot with his left hand and his balls with his right. He closed his eyes in bliss as strawberry taste filled his mouth, some of it leaking out even as he swallowed greedily.
Panting, Eli took Soren and tilted him on his back. Then he quickly moved down the silver body, licking the whole way down to siphon off the mess. He jammed Soren's flaccid girth in his mouth and began to work, managing to get all the way down to the knot. Soren took the fat endowment hanging in front of him and began to work too. He placed his hands on Eli's ass and pushed down slightly. Soren then began fondling the fine ass hovering above him, tracing the tight and sticky tailhole with a slender silver finger. Soren heard Eli giggle as he did this, and Soren winced a bit as he felt some teeth. He switched to tracing the soft tails that were absently moving back and forth across his body. They both took their time but came quickly all the same. Both swallowed, but there was still plenty of leakage. They rolled out from each other, licking their lips.
The night continued in the same intense, carnal fashion. Many of their positions were repeated, but they were just as fantastic the second time. Soren often wondered how long they were going for, but realized he was in a place where time and space were incredibly trivial concepts. The two foxes were 69ing again, trying to get themselves hard for one last time. They were both running out of steam. A flash of inspiration struck Soren like lightning. Rolling off of Eli, who was almost completely hard, he curled himself up, bracing his legs on the bed and using his hands to open up his cheeks. Soren's cock was within easy reach of his own mouth, and Eli was bracing himself to start thrusting again.
Soren proceeded to reach a sexual zen as Eli began to thrust harder while he worked his tongue across his own girth. His back was complaining at how it was curled, but his cock and ass told his back to shut the fuck up and enjoy it. Which he did. He felt his own cock throbbing, tasting the salty leakage, but Eli reared back and gave a final thrust, shoving his knot all the way down. Soren gasped through the rod of flesh in his mouth, but he didn't cum.
"I think I tied us too early, sweetie," groaned Eli. "I can't get out right now." Soren responded by taking two fingers and ramming them up Eli's sexy ass, all the way to the knuckle. Eli yipped in delight, pushing himself in deeper as he came. Soren winced in pleasure as his tongue did the rest.
Extracting himself, Eli let Soren uncoil. They spent numerous minutes cleaning, rimming, and pawing each other, but they both knew they had reached their limit. They threw the sticky comforter off the bed, their flaccid girths sandwiched between them as Soren rolled them into a bed sheet cocoon. They kissed as their eyes drooped, and Soren smiled as he saw a faint ray of sunlight peek through the curtain.