Throw me out
After seven long years, it begins to slow down and the end result wasn't as expected.
A continuation from the previous story: http://www.sofurry.com/view/547474
I felt lazy to put this into a folder. Furthermore, it's only a two story thingy. Didn't wanted to continue this but eventually, I got it down. Just the feels... the FEELS man... LOL! Anyways, enjoy the second installment if you like.
Throw me out
The bedroom stunk of heavily scented male but all in good ways; sex, incredible and extremely wondrous. If anyone would have said that sex was a waste of time, they obviously have yet to enjoy the sensation that could have brought total ecstasy to their body in just one go. In fact, sex should be the main foundation of pure love that holds on to a relationship. Love unconditionally, the first rule of thumb between two people. As long as love exist, nothing else matters and sex was there to strengthen or reinforce the love that blossomed prior.
His moans were evident and loud, obviously deep in passion with his other half. Eyes closed and neck exposed away, allowing full access to his body as he was thoroughly taken. Paws roamed about and caressed against his beautifully white pelted fur, enjoying every set of muscles and yet, fat that covered over his body. Chubbiness was probably one of his best appearances of being a snow leopard but he was determined to lose them by getting his fat bottom to the gym. Now... now wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for love.
If one could have painted a picture of how he looked like, the snow leopard would have several hearts coming off from above his head. Looking down at him was a handsome wolf, curving a smile of amusement as he watched his love squirm. Carl loved it. He loved watching his mate squirm and shudder while he was dominated. Even after years of tying the knot with each other, he never got tired of watching him moan.
Chris groaned and started panting; arms coiled around his lover's neck and opened his eyes slowly. There he was, sexy, handsome, beautiful... an Adonis in the making and he loved every second of it. His eyes were true and pure, wanting to never leave him but as of now, he wanted nothing more than to show how much he loved the male.
Their muzzle connected and sparks burst. Heavy kisses landed upon each other's lips and unable to pry away for even a second. Head tilted to the side and the spotted feline underneath gave himself up. He was taken, he submitted... all for him... all for the wolf. Carl broke off for a second and licked whatever excess of saliva that may have slipped off. Smiling away, his free paw groped about, getting raunchy with what was held in between the leopard's leg.
"Oohhh... that's the spot..." Chris moaned. "You're frisky tonight."
"How could I not? I've got the love of my life right in front of me."
"And I love you too."
"Too mushy," Carl retorted.
"Not mushy enough."
"What happened to frisky?"
"It went out the window," he pointed outside. "Now tell me what's for dinner?"
"Hrm.... Spaghetti Tuna."
"Tuna? Seriously? Again?"
"I thought you loved tuna," the wolf blinked in confusion.
"Babe, I love tuna but once in a while, I'd like to have something else."
"Mmm... how about some meat?"
"What kind?"
"The kind where you moan like a sexy feline." That was the final pause and the snow leopard felt a paw rubbing against his groin.
Chris inhaled heavily and allowed for entry. Paw gently stroking at his slightly limp erection but a few more strokes would have made it hard like usual. Carl gave a deep rumbling growl of need and dominance as he felt his growing erection. Bodies grinded firmly and with the heat that radiated from each other's body, followed by the obvious scent of male, they were more than prepared for the night.
Another moan ensued but this time, with a firm and erected cock. Both grinned away as their shaft touched lightly, the wolf giving off small, yet passionate humps against one another. The night was still young and there was plenty of time for each other. Even with minimal pleasure that came from their touches, Chris had rivulets of pre draining down his length, added with gently and subtle rub from another cock, the cat had to inhale sharply to exclaim his needs for more.
Carl chuckled and planted a quick peck on to his beloved's lips, tasting sweet and tangy scent of... orange. "You had something sweet?"
"What? I'm not allowed?" The cat refuted.
"I tasted orange and... mmmm... makes you sweeter."
"That's crazy talk," Chris wrapped both arms around him and cooed lovingly. "I have something else that's sweeter than anything else in the world."
"Too mushy," the wolf blurted out. "I think diabetes struck my spinal cord."
"Is that even possible?"
"Who knows," his hard paws caressed against the feline's cheek, Chris purring in between touches. He knew his sweet spots and every one of them spiked the cat's urge to submit quicker. The last time he lasted this long was months ago. Ever since then, the incorrigible wolf was quick to catch him off guard, not that he was complaining but he had to resist every tempting stir that he offered when nights were like this; in order to keep himself from cumming too soon that is.
Chris pretty much laid there with nothing more than wanting to be held and taken care off, by his favourite wolf in the world. Paws ran across his plainly white fur and elicit rumbles of growls to warn the cat that he was more than ready to take him off to a world of pleasure; fingers running deftly through his fur and stopped midway on his cheeks, rubbing softly like a mother caring for her child. Hot breath ran down his ears and shuddered from it all. Chris rolled his eyes over and squirmed pathetically, unable to break away from the canine's endearing trance. To whatever self-control that he had, they were there for naught.
His paws finally dipped lower and lift the feline's neck, exposing his most vulnerable spot and Chris allowed him to do so. He trusted him more than anything else. After seven years of being boyfriends and lovers, he knew the wolf inside out; everything from his past to the point of family issues, going over to his financial problems and supporting each other like lovers should. Thus, allowing himself to embrace in the ever loving core of their tender love was nothing more than professing their needs for another companion.
Chris whined and moaned simultaneously; mind in a fairly fogged hazed but quickly shot up when he felt the paw around his finely stimulated cock. "Oh fuck... that fast?"
"Mmm... the quicker we finish the better. I can't stand not having you for one day."
"And so do I," the snow leopard purred heavily. "Don't stop. You've just started."
"Never intended to stop," He grinned widely, paws yet to leave his beautiful prey of male. His strokes were more than enough to rouse the male awake and everything he had to offer was more than enough to satiate his hunger for sex for the night. Carl stroked sensually but never making the feline cum without permission. Muzzle buried deeply on to his neck and inhaled a scent full of male. The smell was intoxicating, making him weak on to his knees but he prevailed.
Shuddering for a second, Carl licked casually on to the feline but never leaving his pumps. Strong yet soft, his grip was more than enough to make the kitty moan like a bitch. Canine tongue lapped forward and tasted every inch of him, wallowing in the beauty of his male. Chris cried out during the heat of the moment and tried to stop his lover from doing anything more than he should be.
"W-Wait! Carl... don't make me cum... please..."
"But you want to. I know you do," he rumbled deeply.
"Y-Y-Yeessss!! But..n...not now... god... don't...!"
"But I insist," he inhaled again and had his eye dilated from just the odour. "Mm... you smell pretty. Used a new kind of shampoo?"
"No...No...! But..A..Ah... But used a new body soap... C-Carl..." Chris breathed heavily and unable to sustain his primal urges to just let loose but to end the night like this would be a waste! The more he begged, the harder the canine stroked. It was much faster and intense compared to his first few grinds and he knew when to stop. Unfortunately, he was being torturous.
The snow pelted feline roared and hissed as he shot several ropes of seed straight through the air and wetting himself up, thoroughly coating his fur as he made an unavoidable mess. Everything was a blur and vision dimmed to a close, crying out into the plains of sheer pleasure. Final few shots ensued and the remains river down his ball sac, handsomely rewarded with an afterglow of love.
Carl chuckled and licked his matted paw, growled happily at his artwork. From chest to his belly, the feline laid there with nothing more than a puddle of used cum rag. Nuzzling forward, he gave short little kisses of appreciation. "Love ya'."
"Puuuurrr... love ya' too, handsome..."
As said earlier, it was far too early to finish off and knowing how the wolf's cunning mind worked, it was far from over. The night was definitely young and through the whole ordeal, Chris held himself out as much as possible as his ass got its daily pounding of love. Though tonight, he was unusually horny; shooting more than once to satiate his hunger for sex. To be honest, it was partially all for sex and relieve but most of it were pure love...
... And sadly... Seven years was the end...
This went on for several years but soon after, it was beginning to wane. As all love between relationships, the fire slowly fades away but there are always ways to rekindle that flame and joy of love. Most would succeed but at times... they don't. But at first you don't succeed, try and try again. Unfortunately, trying hard for two years was more than enough to break anybody's spirit.
"I'll be waiting for you..."
Those were the feline's last and final words before the wolf's departure. A chance to have a better promotion in his field of work but needed more than just his presence here locally. Travelling abroad was essential and staying in a foreign country for several months pulled the final string of love. Whatever means that Chris did to find back that burning flame was all for naught.
Conversations has been kept to a minimal during his trip due to long distance call charges but even after coming back, they were nothing more than short kisses and essential hugs. Sex was reduced to a once a week or twice and excuses came from work. Seven years was a long while and to fall back into a deep hole of emptiness was definitely not worth it. The feline tried his best and even consulted his all and unorthodox bear. Luke would have seen this coming a mile away but he kept his mouth shut and hope that none of that would happen. He was right and given several advices to gain back his interest.
Romantic dinner, cuddling on bed, words of encouragement, making him feel great, whispering words of love and giving as much attention as possible; it didn't work. Instead, the wolf was irritated and annoyed at his actions.
"How was work?" Chris nuzzled gently on to his chest, purring happily.
"It was alright. Had loads of deadlines to meet. I may have to travel back next week."
"Next week? Whoa, wait, isn't that the week of our anniversary?"
"Ungh... sorry... but I really need to nail this client down. If we could manage this whole project out, it would place us down on the economy map! There's no telling how much potential clients we could pull off."
Chris shot up and frowned at him. "So pulling in clients and placing the company on the map is far more important than our celebration of love that we always have seven years ago?"
"Babe, that's not what I'm saying. All I'm saying is the possibility of us having a better lifestyle." Carl looked away, obviously annoyed but with a pang of guilt, if he had any.
"Carl, we've missed too many celebrations. Your birthday, our honeymoon vacation, and now this? Aren't you putting work first more than me?"
The wolf stopped short and didn't reply.
Chris sighed and looked away, thoroughly hurt from his answer. "Your silence is assuring. Good night."
And the lights were off, not talking for the entire night and even the morning after.
What is love when things do not turn out the way it should be? After seven years of being boyfriends and exchanging rings as a sign of our undying love, would this be the end? How can I even cope with this? The night before was heartbreaking. Even though we live under the same roof and seeing each other every other day, we barely talk much.
Kisses and hugs were pulled to a minimum. In fact, if I didn't know any better, lost! Yesterday, I was sitting at the dining table, waiting for a good bye kiss and none came. Not even a casual goodbye. Are we now strangers? What happened to the whole "I love you and promise to never lose you," speech?
Now, he's gone for another work meeting and heading off to the airport immediately. We won't be seeing each other for three months and not even a proper farewell. Work has finally caught up with him and being a reasonable and sound mate, I should be supportive and encouraging, helping him out at every possible way and pulling him back whenever he failed but... what about me? I've got nothing more than work, data and loneliness for accompaniment throughout the months.
Luke sipped on his drink as he read carefully and scanned through the words. "You sure you're okay with putting this up in the net?"
Chris barely acknowledged the bear and gave a soft hmph before staring into space. He had no other person to talk with, besides the bear and putting up a blog to gain advice from netizens was probably a better choice. Plenty had experienced the same problems as him and some found the perfect solution for their troubles and here's hoping he would get the same kind of luck.
Again, lady luck had yet to smile upon him. After begging for help through the forums, he had nothing more than a few unknown responses or no responses at all. Luke was probably the first friend who would recognize his despair and since he had more experience about dating and love than him, the man was his only option.
"I don't know what to say but to wait for his reply."
"What reply?!" Chris shot back. "There is no 'reply' and neither will he ever acknowledge that. I think he knows what's going on but playing dumb about it. I know him... I know my wolf well enough to think like him," the feline slammed his fist down. "God sake! Seven years! How would I not know!"
Luke raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "Seven years is pretty long and I'm still here. Mm... this old bear needs to take a vacation."
"Can we please focus on me? I'm the one with the trouble here."
"Right.... Right..." Luke turned and focused genuinely at the blog that the cat had written. "From what I've seen so far, it might be possible that he got bored of you."
Chris sighed and slumped himself down on the bar, losing confidence in everything, again. "Possible... That means he found another younger guy that could help satiate his essence of love."
"I cannot say but he most likely might have one under such circumstances. It's normal for someone to get bored of a single partner and wanting to widen their borders and perspective."
"So being in a monogamy relationship is bad while polygamy gives you thrill in life?"
Luke patted the snow leopard and sighed. "I, for one, have no right to say about what is right and wrong. There is no right and wrong in this world as we are born to make the right and wrong choices. I have been there. In fact, I was one that cheated on my older boyfriends and it was one of_the_ most regretful things I've ever done in my life."
"And Carl is slowly becoming one..." Chris covered his face and groaned in defeat.
The bear had to fumble and scratch his head out of frustration. "Kid. I can't help you with this. This is something that you need to experience in life and there is no other way to learn than to get it hands on. But let's start from why he would leave you from someone else."
"He obviously got tired of me."
"Besides that,"
"He got better men."
"I said you, not about him."
"What is there to talk about than that?"
"There must be a reason as to why he showed these feelings!" The grizzly bear got annoyed and raised up his voice.
"I have nothing to offer after seven years! Alright! He's got tired of me. He got tired of seeing an ugly face like mine next to him for seven years. He got fed up and wanted something far better than a slightly chubby snow leopard hanging around his bed! That's why! He... He... He doesn't want to spend his life knowing that he has to come back home to tend to a useless cat who couldn't do anything useful but to be ordered around when he wanted to. He wanted more than that! He wanted a strong male who was in par with him. A man who would make his life better and proper, not a single cat who could do nothing more than be used like an old rag and thrown away!"
Chris exhaled and breathed heavily after his outburst. Luckily enough, it was a slow night and there were only one or two patrons hanging about. The sudden outcry was uncalled for and the snow leopard buried his face under paws, unable to look at the world as they judged him.
"I am nothing..." he continued but with a touch of remorse, "I have always placed myself as a guy who could do nothing but follow instructions. I want to be a leader but there are always someone better than me and I tried becoming better, it always fails. What more could a wolf like him want? My only existence in life and to him would be to serve and nothing more. For seven years we were together but it was all for naught. How do you perceive me as? A man who whines and complains about everything in life and does nothing about it?"
"No. I see a sad kitty cat that could do better with a hug," The bear moved over across the bar and gave a hearty hug, squeezing him up to the point of choking. "Do you know that bears give the biggest and cuddliest hugs in the whole world?"
Chris said nothing and maintained his stoic position. This was his life. Before the seven years of relationship, he was nothing more than just a man in the crowd but the wolf changed him as a whole. No longer was he alone to fight in this cruel and abandoned world. Seven years ago, he pushed Carl off, wanting to give the wolf a chance to find a better person in life, rather than to stick to a miserable cat like him. But he was persistent. The man fought for what he think is right and gave him his all but even after all of this, it wasn't enough.
Chris tried his best to be the perfect man for his beloved wolf. Going to the gym as often as he could, trimming up his body to look exactly like him and to get a better job in life. Unfortunately, his seeds of effort reaped not but grains. His miniscule gains have finally been exhausted and this was his turning point in life. Night after night, he would continue loving his wolf but every time that happened, he was shun off and to never see him again for the following months.
It's all for work. This is his dream, his life; he needs to do what he must. And that was what he kept telling himself. With the chance of promotion coming up, every Tom, Dick and Harry would sacrifice anything to get to where they wanted; this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. But to compromise their relationship, was that worth it?
The snow leopard closed his eyes and embraced the bear without any more doubt. "What should I do?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Luke grazed upon the feline's forehead and smiled. "Guess the peanuts that you choose within a bag of chips were rotten."
He chuckled and nodded. And old saying that rang in his mind for seven years and yet, it was fresh in his memories, as if they were only a day old. In all honesty, he didn't have a clue what he should do next. Go back and continue seeing him and suffer the consequences of his so call 'undying' love? Or to just stay somewhere, out there... and to give each other space?
Finally, it came down to a decision. "Could I crash at your place tonight? I need to take some time off from him."
The bear smiled and nodded. "You are more than welcome to my humble abode.
"...Thank you..."
The bar closed early for the night since there were little to nobody in the area. No bodyguards were on duty today, as expected, and whatever remains of the bear's patrons were gone. Heck, the swanky cheetah was out and about as the night rolled to a younger end. It was only 11pm and Luke felt that it would be wiser to close up rather than spend unnecessary utility bills on the shop. Night lights flickered to a stop and the door slammed shut, locking up and everything was done.
With chills running down their spines, Chris walked without a care, looking down on the pavement to clear his mind off things. For seven years.... Why must it happen now? No, why must it ever happen? He knew he was not worthy for the wolf and yet, the man pursued for him without a second thought. Chris honestly thought this was his life partner, one that would be his first and the last but he was only living in delusion.
For years he has envied those with someone, arms draped on their shoulders and holding on as they gave comfort to one another. They would have little nose rubbed and quick pecks, smiling and nuzzled against each other. But most of all, he envied those who could lie in bed and call their partners those three sacred words: "I love you". Been there, done that, now left to die on the streets.
Luke stared upon the cat in dismay and sighed heavily. This would be difficult to pull his friend out from the slumps. Luckily enough, the bear stayed closer to the bar than he expected. Soon enough, they find themselves facing a door of his apartment and with a soft click from the knob, it flicks open and in they went. Chris gingerly stepped inside and inhaled the aroma that wafted through the air.
Slightly damp but sweet in a good way. There obviously was the scent of male bruin but he cared less for it. For now, all he wanted was to get away for the night. Chris flicked his phone up and saw zero messages. He had always looked forward for the wolf's beautiful messages but alas, it was at a minimal. Fingers typed casually on the screen and quickly pressed the send button before changing his mind.
"You messaged him that you ain't coming back tonight?" Luke said as he undressed nonchalantly, preferring to be less in clothing than more.
"Yeah. Just told him that I'm staying over at a friend's place," Chris scratched his head before nodding off. "Thanks for having me stay here for the night. I hope that cheetah of yours isn't too uncomfortable about it. If it is, I could leave though."
"It's nothing, really," the bear growled as he was down to only his boxers. "He's over at his friend's place. Bear in mind that both of us ain't a couple or anything. He just loves to have fun with me and I don't mind it. However, he does mind about your current position."
The snow leopard shook his head and walked towards the living room. "You two shouldn't be involved in this."
Two large arms wrapped itself on to the feline's neck, "But we are."
Chris shuddered and was taken aback by the bear's sudden move. On instinct, he moved away and growled defensively, arms up and ready to fight but before he knew it, it was too late. "S-Sorry..."
Luke chuckled and shook his head over. It was only natural. When you're completely mated towards one person, a monogamous relationship, you tend to act defensive before anything else. The only person in mind would be your mate but none of that made him feel any better. Chris lowered himself and broke down in tears, quickly crawling away from reality as the last and final blow hit him.
"It's going to be alright! Sshh! Little kitten." The bear rushed forward and held him in his arms. He needed love and compassion, nothing more than comfort in life and he was slowly beginning to accept the fact that Carl is no more. How could he throw away seven years of his life with just a snap of his fingers! Body trembled and sobbed uncontrollably and even with the comfort of the bear's thick fur, it wasn't helping, at all. In fact, it made it worse.
It hurts.... It hurts so much....
Bzzz!! Bzzz!!
Both stopped short and looked about to hear the obvious vibration of a cellphone. Chris wiped tears off his face and scrambled to get it. Caller ID: Beloved Carl.
He stopped short in his tracks and held the phone to his heart. "Should I...?"
The bear gave a thought or two before nodding. "It might be worth it."
With a flick, the man on the other line spoke. Chris nodded once, twice and he agreed to the conversation. No sooner than a minute, the line was cut off and there was that eerie silence again. Paw gripped tightly on to the phone and once more, he lets off streams of regret. He didn't even matter anymore and that was one of its turning points in life.
"When life gives you lemon, graciously accept it. For now, just hold on to me and let it all out. I am here." Luke wrapped his arms against the sadden feline, nuzzled on his neck to keep him comfortable.
"He won't be coming back for two days and he knew what tomorrow meant for us..." he sobbed away.
"Ssh... there there... no more words. Just let it all out. Your tears are healing moments for the soul. Silence yourself. Clear your mind. I am here for you."
The fine silence that lingered in the very apartment was deafening but all too comforting. Soft pitter patter of rain drizzled down the roof and the air turned chilly. Trees rustled as strong gust of wind ruffled right through it, the night is young but sadly, uneventful. Even the skies of the night knew what was happening and grief all the more for the quiet feline.
Both spent their past hour holding on to each other, quietly breathing in each other scent but never moving a muscle; except for a few muscle cramps here and there but that was just it. Chris felt better after that moment and streams of tears had come to a halt. Now, all he felt was a sense of emptiness. At times like this... was where he needed his mate the most but the root of the problem came from him in particular. Wincing again at that thought, he tried to push it away. Soon, fatigue overwhelmed his body and he was slowly drooping down to slumber.
Luke sensed the spotted leopard's nodding and smiled amusingly. Large paws cradled him up and he was soon on his feet, holding a large kitty under his arms. His eyes were closed and from the looks of it, he was perfectly asleep, away from the world's pain and suffering. Reality was a bitch and so was life but one must not allow life to overtake their feelings and burden.
For Chris, he had yet to know what life meant to him and as long as he rises up from this challenge, he would be good as new. Now, all the snow leopard needed was a good night sleep. Bed was slightly unprepared but comfortable all the same. The chilly night was just perfect and with the soothing songs of the rain, the bear would have doze off in an instant.
Arms continued to hold the feline down and they lay in bed with just the two of them. Nothing could have ruined this night and it was meant to be. The bear smiled and caressed gently on his cheeks before giving a genuinely soft peck on him before landing into dream land. "Good night, sweet kitty. You're not alone in this world."
Morning came along and the day has started. Several chugging of cars rattled off the road and people walking off to their work place; to some, a morning brisk walk. Fortunately, Chris wasn't in the mood to have any of those. He just wanted to stay home and just... forget all about it. Last night was pretty much what he needed. Looking over to his phone groggily, he received not a single message or missed calls from the wolf. He hoped upon all hope that his mate would at least call to see how he was doing but alas, there were none.
Looking over to the side, he watched as the bear continued to sleep the morning away. He was big, definitely larger than most furs but that was to be expected from a rotund grizzly bear. Despite what they said about bears, they are pretty heavy loaders in terms of size. Sure, Luke had a belly underneath his short fur but under all those was packed with belly muscle. His arms definitely showed progress and his chest was just perfect. The cat chuckled and purred away.
Oh how he loved watching him move about. He was so used to seeing the bear walking and working all night long that he has yet to stop and look at him as an individual calmly. He cared for him, so much so that he offered for a comfortable night in his apartment and held him off to sleep. Chris could still smell the scent that covered over his fur and he felt particularly safe. Like he said before to the older bear: if he wasn't twice his age, he would have tried flirting with him.
Shower was the first thought that came to mind. Since he had yet to clean himself up on the previous night, it was best to at least care for his own personal hygiene. Shirts were thrown about as he waded through the hallway and finally found what he needed.
Mmmm... hot and sweet... just the way he liked his morning bath. The strong current had the feline wet in no time and he minded not one bit. Paws rubbed about and gingerly cleaned up, rinsed every single grim that stuck upon his fur. After a while, the very thought of Carl continued to linger in his mind. He had always loved morning showers, especially with the wolf hovering behind him.
Those calloused paws grazed lovingly against his fur, feeling up every contour of his body and despite his slightly chubby gut, the wolf minded not one bit. In fact, he said that he liked a slightly chubbier mate than just a pair of chiseled abs. Sure, muscles and fitness did mattered more to him but love came first before anything else. Eventually, their shower ended up longer than usual with both getting an erection.
Chris sighed and hugged himself up. He would miss times like those and there was no way he could get that back. The door came ajar abruptly and the cat turned to see a large figure looking over him.
"Luke..."
"Yo', little kitten." The bear smiled and shook his brown grizzled fur for a bit. "Showering by yerself down here?"
Chris chuckled and nodded pensively. "Yeah... Was just thinking."
The bear immediately held him up from behind and nuzzled away. "Do not think of him for a while. Sometimes, it's best to leave the past and move on. Whatever decision that you make, I will respect that. For now... I know you're just concern."
"I am... Luke..." Paws held him tightly and once again, he felt a sense of security whenever the bear did that. Fingers began to trail down his belly before cupping up at his ball sac. "Your paws have gone to dangerous territory." He laughed.
"Mmm.... So it seems. Care to indulge?"
It was rather tempting. He had to admit, the first time he laid eyes on the grizzly while setting foot in the bar, his paws were ready to crawl deep into his pants. Now, even with those thoughts, he felt like he was being unfaithful. He vowed to himself that no other males mattered to him besides his wolf but with how their relationship had turned, there was nothing more to hold on to. Heavy and strong, proving a much bigger dominance than the feline, Luke was more than ready to take the cat in.
Chris shuddered and held on to the bear's paw before purring in delight. His back pressed right up to a wall of muscled gut and he loved every second of it. Another growl rumbled off from the bear and they both knew what was coming up next, unless he pulled right off. Fortunately, that wasn't the case and Luke fondled lovingly at the feline's family jewel. Ball sac rolled up and down and quickly pleasured the man while lathering soft and meaningful kisses upon his neck.
He had quite a slobbery tongue but who could complain against another stronger predator. At this point, he felt, once again, safe under the arms of the bear and while he did forget about the wolf, the thoughts of how wonderful sex was with him didn't melt away. He missed the times the wolf would have touched at his most sensitive area and knew how well his body worked. The bear had little to no experience on his sultry body but he was trying to make up for it. Fingers deftly peeled that foreskin off and soon revealed a nice bulbous cock head, drizzling with pre from all the attention.
Chris growled in tune as pleasure racked all over his body. "Don't... stop..."
"I don't intend to," voice lowered to a whisper, sensually dividing parts of the male body to pleasurable divisions. "Just tell me what you want. I will give it to you. Just relax and calm yourself."
The snow leopard inhaled sharply as he felt a single paw stroking against his painfully erected cock. Every inch of his maleness was out in the open and he blushed for a moment at how lewd his body turned out to be. Chubbiness on his body was slightly a turn off to some but the bear minded not for a second. In fact, he loved his males to be slightly rotund in the middle; gives more of a pillow vibe and comfort, rather than lying down on a slab of rocks.
Paws started stroking gently as he submitted gradually to the essence of the bear. Moans broke off as those remaining fingers caressed on his chest, matting out those wet fur to claim that body as his own. What was he thinking... to do this... right under such circumstances: it was degrading! And yet, he wanted this more than usual. To feel the touch of another male besides his wonderful wolf... perhaps, this was why his mate left. Perhaps this was the reason why he was treated that way.
Perhaps... he was bored of it...
"Carl..." The snow leopard moaned, legs partially weak from all of this, "Take me... I-I am yours..." Short and yet, in tune, his words painted a thousand words.
Luke chuckled and continued playing with the feline. That would have been expected; though he did have a pinch of feelings up for him but never to the point of lovers. It mattered not if the name of his mate came up since he was feeling rather lonely and in need of his truly beloved but as of now, he wanted to pleasure the man himself. Water cascaded down their sultry forms but quickly turned off, trying not to waste precious hot water. Muzzle lowered and nibbled leisurely at the feline's soft spot, earning more than just a lovely mewl but a moan as well.
Arms wrapped into a lock, fingers grooming on fur as their slick and wet bodies conjoined, never letting him go but sooner or later, he would have to make a release. "Lovely kitty cat...mmm... you smell good."
"C-Carl... don't tease me that much... a-ah... ju-just... not there..."
"You mean this?" Right paw cupped at his ball sac and rolled about, grinning from ear to ear. "Why not?"
"Egh!! But you're... leaving..."
"Shh... I'm not... I'm not. I am here. Big ol' bear is here."
"Luke..." The cat muttered to a whisper but never letting his pleasure wane. "Why this?"
"Because I wanted to and so do you." The bear chuckled and turned the cat around, smiling and staring into those lovely eyes. He had always looked at the male for every night of depression but to analyze him up close, he was, in fact, exquisitely handsome. Albeit, not an Adonis in the making or celebrity sculptured but cute, just cute and handsome for all he's worth. "You are beautiful, just the way you are."
"Words that meant nothing," Chris retorted. "My looks just bored him off and probably hated to see me every single day of the morning."
"Chris, nonsense! You are cute and handsome as any other male out there. You just needed a little more push than normal," bear paw reached under and gave a standard flurry of strokes, grinning from ear to ear as he watched the kitty go soft under his ministration, "Just what you needed."
The snow white feline had his teeth clenched and suppressed the burning desire to be mounted. It has been a long while since he had sex with that wolf and all he had was a paw, his own paw and no one else. To feel another rubbing and grinding like this, it was sending him over the roof. Rivulets of pre leaked profusely and by now, he was rather wet and pumped up ready for anything. Those expert paws were definitely experienced and they were more than happy to give them it's all.
Luke looked no further, gazing into those clear feline eyes, leaning closer, closing the gap in between and getting to a pair of lovely lips. Awkward as it may at first but the bear was forceful. He acted on instinct and made nothing more than to have the feline comfortable, at ease and most of all, knowing that he was very much needed. Pushed back upon the bathroom wall, paws were free to roam as they pleased, rising up to the heat that played out on its own.
Breathless, needed, lust...
"L-Luke... God... You're so... gentle and yet rough."
Stopping for a moment, he smiled and sighed wantonly, "Guess years of having different boyfriends has built up the sex in me. You like?"
"Like?" The feline chuckled. "You're amazing. Now I know why that cheetah loves having sex with you. But I begin to wonder the reason for you not settling down to one boyfriend or to actually have a steady one."
Luke caressed his cheeks, feeling up his soft and divine fur. "Chris, sometimes, love can be brutal. They make you come back for more, despite knowing how much it hurts. It's a love hate relationship but if you play your cards well, love can treat you in more ways than one. For me, love has lost its value. When you're down to changing boyfriends more than ten over times, you tend to take pieces of your heart away."
He had no idea how hurt the bear was.
"Your heart is a whole, made up of pieces of love," his large paw placed on his chest, signifying what he needed to let out. "When you take one piece of your heart and give it to another, it belongs to that person but when that person leaves, you will lose that piece forever. Now, you've got a missing piece. Then, you find another love, you break another piece for that person, but he leaves as well, you losses another piece. Now comes the question of how long can you keep that pieces of love. There is only so much that your heart can give and when you lost all pieces of it, you have lost the value of love. With each piece of memory, you find nothing more than to wander into nothingness."
And that is why he found it pointless to search for another mate. For every loving pieces of your soul given out, you lose another piece of you. But if one does not open up to another set of love, how can you even continue on?
Carl looked at him solemnly, searching for the pain that resides in his very eyes. Sadness, pain, despair, hope; all hidden deep inside. His paws moved upwards and wrapped himself on to the bear, clinging hopelessly as he tried to make himself available. There is so much pain and suffering, remorse for every single memory but he kept it all to himself. For as long as he knew the brown ursine, he said nothing about that pain.
"For now, let big ol' bear take care of you. Forget about him. Today, it's all about you." Luke held the cat up lightly.
The shower ended with both males cleaned and dried, preparing themselves for the day of comfort and companionship.
For it takes two to clap and for one to make not a single sound. The missing other is left to roam about, aimlessly to find nothing more than emptiness. What value does an object holds when it has finally depreciated to the point of nothingness? Technology depreciates faster than any other material object and what happens to it after it has lost its face value? It is thrown away like a used tissue paper, disposable and to be nothing more than the memories of tomorrow.
This goes the same for a relationship that held on for years. Chris was at a lost after the week. Carl has yet to come home as he would and even when he knew that the wolf was back, the feline pretended to be asleep and said nothing. Morning would come and he would leave as he pleases.
The burning desire has finally diminished and had come to a point of breaking. Seven long years had passed and it was supposed to last longer than that.
There was once a story that he heard: the turkey story. Some may have heard of it but some may not. A turkey was brought over to the farm and raised properly from the start. For years the turkey was given food and fine accommodations. Everything was nothing than perfection. The grains and feeds were fresh and delicious, keeping its feathers clean and spotless, giving extra attention to every demand. After years have passed, it finally ended with a slit of its throat. The fine turkey was cooked, served and made into a fine cuisine for thanksgiving dinner and that was the end of everything.
Was he really that dumb to begin with? Rhetorical question as it is, he was dumb in every aspect. He would have seen this coming but no, he would rather salvage whatever remains of his relationship with the wolf than move on. This went on for another month and for that one fair night, his world changed.
Luke had gotten the cheetah worked up and taught well enough that he could entrust his very own job to him and that night was his first night of proving his worth. As expected, the lean feline accepted the job immediately and beamed at his self-worthy respect from the bear. For now, he needed to know that his friend was good enough to stand on his own and accept the fact that his relationship was on the verge of losing it.
"Mmm! Delicious!" The white feline slammed his empty glass of root beer on to the table, breathing heavily at the sudden sugar rush. "Waiter! Another!"
"Whoa there, silver. The world ain't gonna end tomorrow, ya' know. They've got plenty more where that came from." Luke took a gulp of his own drink.
"Yeah but it's been a while since I've had anything greasy like this. Mmm! A steak burger like this doesn't come in very often." The cat licked his chops and started devouring his meal.
At this, the large bear had to chuckle and stopped the man from choking himself. Finally, he was out of the loop and from the looks of it, he was ready to move on. Albeit, it wouldn't be easy but he would try to be there for him and always giving words of encouragement. The place was packed with diners and every single one of them seemed to be having an evening of fun and frolic and judging from the looks of it, this would be the perfect place to let it all out.
A group, however, was far louder of the bunch. Their voices travelled through the place and they seemed to be happy about some agreement that they had finally nailed through. Eavesdropping wasn't a habit that he would like to make known of but their conversations were more than enough to keep him listening.
"Fuck yeah! We've got the deal! FMFur is gonna rock this baby!"
Wait.... What...?
Chris stopped munching at those words and looked up, genuinely interested in what they were up to. Luke looked at him and shook his head, "Chris, no. This is none of our business. You stay out of it."
"Hell no I'm not! This is the company Carl's working at!" He hissed vehemently.
"So what! It has nothing to do with Carl!"
"Maybe he was _in_this project!" Chris swallowed his food and growled. "He has been talking about some major project ever since. I want to know what is so important about it than us and our relationship."
"This is nothing of our concern, dammit! You know what, let's get out of here. Now!"
But fate was against their decision. In fact, fate had decided to make things more interesting than it should have. Door rings open and a slightly stocky wolf came in, joyously cajoled by the rest of his employees. "Guys! Sorry for being late. Had a few extra paper works to get through before leaving next week. You know flights, accommodations, and stuff."
...Carl...
Chris slumped down and tried to keep himself hidden. If anything, this was the last thing he would want to be in and to have his soon to be ex-boyfriend dining at the same place, he felt his presences to be insignificant. Difficult as it was to admit but he had to take the bear's word for it. He couldn't stand seeing him any more for the pain and suffering of their memories, albeit sweet and loving, caused more harm than good.
Bill paid and they were about leave when he heard the wolf's next destination: County Club Cove. The club that was about fifteen minute drive from where they were. The feline sighed and checked on his phone for any new messages. He would usually receive a message or call from him if he was coming back late or having some drinks with his colleagues but now, he barely got a single hint. Now, he felt compelled to call him and at least get some truth about his whereabouts.
A ring or two later, he picked it up. "Hey, Carl, sweety, you... coming back tonight?"
"Oh hey... um... Chris... sorry, love. I've got to do overtime tonight. Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I'll most probably be back much later tonight, don't wait up, k?"
"But I barely get to see you these past few nights. Please? For me?"
"Oh hun... I can't... this is really important and I'll need to prepare those papers works before leaving next week."
He went silent for a while, biting his lips before nodding, virtually smiling. "I understand, you've got to get this project done. This is a big step. Hope you get sorted out soon."
"Thanks, babe. Oh... and.... Um..."
"Y-Yeah..?"
"I've got my day off tomorrow. So, I might be able to spend time with you tomorrow."
Was he? "Really? T-That's great!" He beamed.
"But I'll be back late tonight."
"Just be careful,"
And he hung up. As if on cue, the wolf walked out from the diner, riding along with his bunch of boisterous friends.
"Yo'! Dude! County Club Cove is gonna be smoking tonight with you around!" A large lion jokingly punched against Carl. "You've barely seen any action in the club for a while. It's either work or your boyfriend."
Carl rubbed the back of his head and chuckled. "Yeah... well... a lot of things has been happening. Hey, you guys go on ahead, I'll ride with big Mikey."
The rest cheered on and agreed to it. Soon, the crowd dissipated and left the lion and wolf standing by the door of the diner. Chris watched tentatively from the side and hid within the shadows. This might not be the best or ethical way of trust between relationships but he just has to know what's been happening.
Looking from side to side, big Mikey grabbed the wolf by his paws and shoved him down to the alleyway.
What the fuck?
Luke growled, taking a step forward but stopped abruptly when an arm held him back. "What is wrong with you? I think I know where this is going! He's cheating on you!"
"We don't know until we've seen it with our own eyes." Chris said calmly with a deadpanned expression. Deep inside, he was hurt, terribly.
But their assumptions were soon realized. Their muzzles were planted deeply with each other and paws moving about carelessly. Mikey growled happily and slides both paws underneath the wolf's shirt and fondled carefully on his body, loving every nook and cranny of his well-defined muscles. With a soft smack, they were apart but never inching away. Instead, a wide grin of lust overcame their senses.
"You are one sexy catch."
"You're not bad yourself, big Mikey," Carl cooed sheepishly. "I've always wondered how you'd look like shirtless."
He smiled and did as he wanted. "Look no further." Shirt taken off within a second and what lay underneath was a pack mound full of sinewy muscles. Chest puffed up and abs sexily defined for the public. Arms with biceps that were twice the size of the wolf's. With the lion's height and facial features, he was a male of every gay man's dream.
"You... are such a tease." Carl chuckled and gently grazed his paws on the man's chest, feeling up his breath and scent. Breath got heavier and incoherent before mouthing a moan of pleasure. That mane feline cupped his paws around his partner's crotch, squeezing his package like some fragile goods. "Mmm... you bring out the sex in me."
"Oh, really? Have you ever tried some lion cock? There's a reason why they call me big Mikey," he winked.
"Why am I not surprised?" To make sure he wasn't lying, a paw slithered down his pants and fondled away, trying to measure the size of it. True enough, he was rather large in comparison. "And here I thought they called you big due to your built."
"Oh, I am built alright," both arms pumped and flexed to reflect on his bulging biceps. "But I work better with a male like you."
Carl chuckled and groped around the lion's butt. "And a nice tush."
"You flatter. Wolf, can I ask you something?"
"If this is about having to room with me, I'm more than happy to have you arranged."
Mikey stifled a guffaw and nodded excitedly. "Alas. A trip that I'm looking forward to for the week. But that is not what my question is. What about your boyfriend?"
At that, both Carl and Chris stopped breathing.
"You've been with him for god knows how long and both of us have been colleagues for about four years or so. Granted, I have been having lustful thoughts about you, and your ass, especially your ass but with the thought you being taken kept me at bay. But why now?"
The wolf bit his lips and looked away, sighing. "I... do love him but- "
"But what, Carl? But what?"
"But the spark is gone, alright? My feelings are slowly drifting apart and all he's been doing at this point is rekindling that fire that's about to die."
"And why don't you do something about it?"
It struck an arrow through his heart.
Mikey smiled and turned himself to look at him, straight in the eye. "I am not a man to rush into things nor am I not reasonable. You have a mate to tend to but you're not going in there. Why not salvage what little time you have before next week? Who knows, perhaps after that, you may be eager enough to come back from this trip."
"Mikey, you don't understand. It's probably not him but me. I don't know why but the feelings for him aren't as strong as it had years ago. We've grown, we've gone through hardships but at this very hour, we've grown apart. That's the reason why I've been sleeping over at your place rather than back home. I can't bear to see him suffer like this."
A shuffle from a corner had both of them on the alert. Carl stood at attention, ears heightened. "We're not alone."
Mikey nodded and had his shirt back on. "Right. C'mon, time to get going. I'm sure the rest are dead bored waiting for us."
The wolf nodded back but without a smile. Mikey chuckled once more and patted on his back like an old friend, "Try it one more time but this time, put in what you really feel like. What you've felt and experienced the first time you met him. Sometimes, it rekindles back the flame. Remember, love can only exist with two paws together, not one."
Cold and lonely, the darkness quickly engulfed the room with black and left no space unattended. Lying on the bed was a cat that had his heart pierced through multiple times within few hours, trying to relive the memory that served to be his last and final option. After expression his true feelings, Chris finally knew what kind of partner he was towards the canine. Now, he was nothing more than a disposable ragged cloth and was overly used far too many times before.
Luke was extremely concern about him but he wanted to be alone and to think about his next step. The thought of suicide did cross his mind for a split second but he was reminded of the bear's powerful words: If he doesn't make you happy, what makes you think suicide could make you happy?
It struck his chest like an arrow and held on to it like a golden key. Burying himself under layers of blanket kept his voice down. Sobs echoed through the silent room but he was running out of tears to cry on. As they always say, no point crying over spilled milk. So... why shed tears now?
His claws dug deeply into the mattress as he felt the pain and suffering that his heart had received. Mentally, he knew what the right decision would be, logically but his heart insisted on staying. Carl was, by far, the only male who had ever taken his love into consideration and cared much for him until the end. To cut the rope at this point was disheartening.
A slam came abruptly from the living room and he knew who it was. Carl was back. Reaching over for his watch, the time read 1am. Must have been one hell of a party... especially with Big Mikey... Eye rubbed away any remaining of his tears and tried to keep himself as natural as possible. Then again, it was in the middle of the night. There is no way he could see his face under such difficult circumstances.
Shuffles of clothing here and there, the toilet door creaked open and running water reverberated across the very room. After getting done, the wolf sighed and looked at the body of male that slept on the bed. His body curled up into a ball, eyeing at how far they've come... Where was he when this happened?
Instead of beating himself up, it was time to make things right. He lowered himself and gingerly wrapped his arms around the feline, feeling him up as he used to years ago. A single whiff of the male sent shivers down his spine and letting out a soft internal moan of lust, he had to make this night count.
"Babe, you awake yet?" Carl licked on his ears tenderly.
"Carl... Yeah, got worried."
"Told you not to wait for me," arms held his partner up and both embraced into the much needed companionship.
Chris went silent, unable to reply but it seems that he dared not to. Suddenly, he had two arms under his chest and started hugging him tightly, moaning to indicate his needs for the night. Was he really going to fuck him? To make love that was barely even present?
"I am sorry."
Those three letters. If someone ever said how cliché that expression was, they've obviously have gone through a relationship crisis.
"Sorry doesn't make up for it,"
"I know it's not going to make things better for just for tonight, I'll give you everything."
What more have you to give when you've actually confessed about your feelings like that?
And he kissed. Warm and inviting, lips joined together to dance a ballroom of eternal love. Chris was hesitant and despite his wolf's persistence, he was torn into a swirl of mixed emotions. His soft lips were just what he needed but would be really want these feelings to last? Tongue wrestled and breathlessly wrapped into a realm of oblivion. Purrs mixed with canine growls rumbled underneath their chest and this time, never letting go.
Minutes ticked by and there was not a single second that they were separated. Heat rises up, body hot with chest grinded together, enveloped into whatever means of fire that was about to be put out. Eyes closed and Chris submitted completely. He didn't want this... no... he must resist but the force and that oh so loving embrace kept him going. This wasn't supposed to happen and yet, he was in no power of retreating.
Carl mmm-ed for a moment and parted, licking at any remains of saliva. "Do you feel like it, tonight?"
"Carl... it's one in the morning and I'm tired."
"You don't have to do much. Just lay there and let big wolf do his job, okay?"
No! Do not give in!
Before he could give in to protest, the spotted feline's shirt was let loose and pants followed along, leaving him naked under his eyes. Chris yelped and tried to keep calm. His wolf was never this rough even after seven years and he was beginning to like it. But no! He shouldn't! He just... needs to... "C-Carl...!"
Legs hiked up and tail aside, revealing much of what his fat bottom looked like. Pucker clenched and unclenched under the moonlight and with the chills of the night, he was more than likely to shudder under any circumstances. The scent was unbearable and as soon as he went down, tongue flicked forward to gain a taste of what he had missed for months on end. A simple whiff was enough to make his cock throb and so it did. Pre leaked from the tip and he wasn't the only one raring and ready to go.
Chris moaned and did nothing to stop the arrogant wolf. Instead, he obliged obediently with the help of his slightly loosened hole. Cock throbbing and balls hanging, it was left unattended after getting his hole licked. Canine mouth opened casually and began lapping at that curved and hardened meat. After years of receiving such a talented tongue, he was never bored and continuously be amazed at how wonderful his sand papery tongue felt like. His fur stood on end and shuddered blissfully.
"Missed me?"
"...I..."
"No. Don't answer, I know it all from the looks of it," his tongue coiled and suckled with fervor, tilting to the side and taking it all in. "Ready for the main event?"
The feline moaned even louder and closed his eyes completely, reveling in the rapture state of mind that kept his conscious at bay. All he knew now was the pleasure the coursed through his body and kept on wanting for more. But a sudden jolt of pain from his tail hole quickly made a turn. He was tight; very tight. Chris had to dig his claws into the mattress below just to quell his screams of pain.
"Dude! When did you turned virgin!"
"Ahh! I-I never was! Ahh! Carl!"
An ominous growl broke off and Carl pushed in harder, trying to break everything in. He wanted in and that was what he was aiming for. Even if the snow white feline resisted, he would pound away like a maddened animal. Instead of giving him time to accommodate, he was nothing more than a brute for a minute.
"Fuck! Please!"
"It's... going to be... ungh... okay... babe, open up." The wolf hissed and clenched his teeth at the sudden tightness. Cock tip went in fairly easily but halfway through, it was rather unbearable. Chris did what he could and tried to loosen up. In the end, everything was in. Took longer than usual but it was to be expected from days and weeks of inactivity. Then again, they weren't expecting a virginally tight tail hole.
Chris arched his back and submitted. His body was not his own but to the man that dominated him completely. Arms coiled itself around his body and pure growls of lust resulted from a closed up wolf. He could see the burning desires dancing in his eyes and he was nothing more than just a sex meat for the night. Nights ago, it was what they called as mating but this time, it felt nothing more than just a dirty ragged doll; a gigolo.
His breathing got heavier and weight slammed down upon the feline, feeling up every beautiful side of him that he had to offer. He had to admit, he missed having nights like this but now, he felt something different... very much... lifeless. "Babe, you alright down there?"
Chris nodded and whined pathetically. The wolf had yet to stop thrusting and it was slightly unbearable. He needs to push that man off and move on with his life but how could he...? When he has such a man that cared so much for him... But that was in the past. God, no! This man is nothing but a fraud and nothing that he remembered off. Where has that beautiful and handsome wolf gone? That man who would never leave his side and claimed that he would stay with him and be his forever and ever? Where... Where!
"Aaahh!! Fuck!" He yowled and roared aloud. The girth of his partner stretched him up to his limits and managed to embed at least halfway through its length; retracted for a second but rammed back in as quickly as it left. Soon - after a few tries - they were more than likely to get a proper rhythm running. The wolf went slow and subtle at first but as time passes, he was more than ready to claim the man underneath him.
The spotted leopard fixated his eyes upon the wolf and stared adoringly, reminiscing events where both had more than just pleasure racing through their very beings. Each thrust was accompanied but loving touches and licks. Now, they were nothing more than just a piece of meat laid on the bed. Chris clung on to the wolf like Velcro and never letting go. He wanted this man to change; he wanted the man that he used to know... the man that made it all happen. He made him happy and most of all, made him felt wanted.
His life was turned around completely with the wolf's presence but if he felt this way... what was he throughout their years of relationship? Why would he leave? There must be something in his eyes and heart that made that fire of love to diminish. Carl, why must he turn this way?
The wolf was lost in his own pleasure and had yet to make eye contact with his love. All he cared was to get off into the feline and move on. This! All of this! It will be nothing more than just a memory! Every single one of it!
"Fuck! Chris! Fucking hell! What is wrong with you?!" Carl yelled and panted breathlessly, his thrust barely stopping but going down deep and harder.
Slightly taken aback, the feline panted simultaneously, sweat matting down his fur and inhaled their scent of sex. The room probably smelt more than they expected but it was only natural. "I've done nothing!"
"No! This! All of this!" Slamming harder and harder, never stopping for a moment as the point of climax approaches. "I loved you, dammit!"
"Ungh! Ungh! S-Stop... please!"
"Like hell I'll stop!" He roared and held on to the snow leopard like a mate would. Unfortunately, not the right feeling.
Pound! Pound! Pound!
It went on and on and never letting up for one second. In and out he went with heavy ball sac slapping on those two fluffy butt cheeks. The harder he went, the faster he got to orgasm and that was probably the end of the line. Wolf seed painted deep into the feline's cavern and he felt every single drop of it. Hot and mushy, yet, pleasurable. Carl shuddered and moaned away without a care as every single drop of his cum was mated in. Again, he knew he shouldn't have accepted nor done this but it's too late to cry over spilt milk.
He was balls deep and held there longer than he would have expected. His fur stood on end and shuddered as every trickle of cum poured right into him. Prostate massaged gently and leisurely, so much so that his cock tingled and throbbed like an enraged animal. Ass hurts like a bitch but that was nothing compared to the ache that trembled underneath his shaft. He wanted to cum so bad but all he could do was thrust forward with little to no stimulation. Arms flatly pinned on the bed and the weight above him gave no leeway at all. All he could do was whine and moan like a bitch.
"Chris..." A sudden canine paw wrapped itself along his shaft. "You want this. I know you do."
"A-Ah.... Ngh! L-Little more..." Fast, rapid and quick succession. Every point of his cock touched and begged for more but that was more than he could handle. Before he knew it, several splatters of cum sprayed along the bed sheets, scattered everywhere, even getting some on his mouth and chest. The strongest shot he's ever made to date and on the night where he wasn't in the right mood for it.
Little drips were left to leak messily and both males panted with bated breath, crashing down on the bed as exhaustion over took their bodies. Carl growled for no reason, arms caressed playfully along the feline's chest and belly, feeling up the soft fur that ran along his spotted frame. They laid there for nearly an hour, both never letting go or spoke. If anything, there was a slight tinge of tension lingering in the air, both unable to reveal the truth about their relationship.
Even after such a rough sex session, they were unprepared to say anything. Fortunately, Carl was the first to break the ice.
"Chris, I'm going overseas again tomorrow. My plane leaves tomorrow night."
"...Okay..." Short and nonchalant.
"You're not going to say anything else?" He scooted closer and inhaled the scent that marked the feline as his.
"I've got nothing else to say. What more do you want me to do?" Chris closed his eyes and tried not to shed a tear.
"Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Yeah... Good night..."
Chris blinked for a few moments as his vision blurred for a second. Morning finally came about and it was time for a new day. Unfortunately, it was to a sight that would make his heart drop. The wolf said that he'll be here the next morning and leaves at night but he was nowhere in sight. He got up groggily and hoped that he was around the house, perhaps looking for breakfast or some sort.
Giving a big yawn of the morning, he started searching hi and low for the canine. They didn't live in such a big apartment and soon enough, he was nowhere to be seen. His instincts were true then... that he would leave the first chance he got. Now, the wolf will never come back as he would have expected.
Letting off a loud sigh, he fixed himself a glass of milk and sipped away. Breakfast was essential in the morning but to hear a bell ringing at his door step wasn't. "Coming!"
The door opened and stood a large grizzly bear, one that he knew pretty well. "You're up early."
"Was worried about you. Mind if I come in?"
"Sure. No one's home accept me."
"Yeah, I know." Luke said with less than a happy look.
"Something wrong? Ran out of salmon?" Chris jabbed jokingly.
"Funny but not a laughing matter," paw offered up and held a written paper, nicely folded with words written on it. "Carl gave me this."
Chris stood on ground, rooted and stared absentmindedly. "Why?"
"I don't know. He called me up early this morning and told me that he needed to catch an earlier flight. Something about work, I presume. He left me another message but its best that you read what he has to write."
From here on, the spotted feline trembled and gulped a mouthful of saliva. He knew it, this was the final straw and he couldn't bear to say it out, without making things worse for both of them. This letter was the ultimatum and he didn't want to open it. It was better to live in ignorance than to know the truth about each other. There was no hope, no way! But Luke was persistence. Even through several rejections, Chris finally caved in.
"Care for more wine?" A bottle popped open and the wolf nodded in approval.
Freshly poured from the bottle and the taste and aroma was exquisite. So this is what it feels like riding first class. Carl chuckled and took a sip from his glass, enjoying the scenery that covered the land below.
"Beautiful outside, huh?" Big Mikey pointed towards the window and smiled handsomely. "Missed him back home?"
"Unsure. I have mixed feelings right now."
The humming of the plane was as silent as a pin drop but could still be heard after a short moment of silence. Even though the lion knew what he did was wrong but he was in no position to preach. This was nothing new to him and the flight might be the only thing that could take the wolf's mind off of things. Then again, he kept looking back and reminiscing about his relationship.
"It's never too late to regain what you have lost but it will be the end if you keep yourself quiet. He's just a phone call away and you could inform him how much you still love him and hopefully he'll still be there after that. Forgiveness bonds one another and ignorance breaks it all. Without transparency, nothing works. Give it a try."
Carl continued to silence himself and stared in a deadpan manner. Mikey was now unwelcomed and it was best to leave the wolf alone, to sort things out by himself. A quick shuffle and he was finally by himself, his mobile right in front of him, and wallpaper of how much fun his relationship was with the feline. His smile beamed radiantly with a wolf arm around his neck, giving out their best cheese for the camera.
Decisions are to be made but this was probably the hardest. He sighed once more and pushed the phone away, accidentally knocking over his briefcase at the same time.
"Fucking great," he cursed silently as the case snapped open, revealing confidential information regarding the company's acquisition. "This trip might be the worse one ever."
Scattered papers taken up and sealed back into specific envelops. As he did so, a letter slipped off from the side. "Hrm?"
A white envelope addressed to him? This is curious...
He tore the side open and gingerly extracted a letter, hand written in fact and from the looks of it, he knew who this person was. Tears started welling up and he broke down like never before
For my handsome wolf,
You are my life; you are my soul and you my mate. A man that I could never replace and was glad that you chose me. On the very first day where we met, I had rejected your love and even went as far as to lie to you. I had my reason and one of them was not to feel the pain of rejection. I told myself, if this man ever proposed to me or offered to be mine, I would push wholeheartedly because knowing who am I, my relationship wouldn't last for at least a year. But what happened after? We went strong for more than seven years.
To be honest, I was expecting a downfall on the fourth year but we still stood strong. However, it seemed that we have finally hit the wall of no turning back. I feel pain and I can't tell it any more... because nobody understands me. But you did. Before I met you, I was yearning for love and no one could find anything in me that was attractive. But you acted on instinct; which was beautiful but... I know I am nothing, nothing for you. It's all been a lie; all these while... a lie...
I wanted to be stronger than you! But you win me every time! You're wiser than me and your life... so bright but mine isn't like yours. I had to make plans, prepare for the real life and reality. You had everything that a man wants but I have nothing else to offer to you. For years I've waited... waited patiently and hoping of all hopes that someone would come find me. You did but now its end of the road.
I loved you more than just a friend but someone that I could rely on but in the end, I had no one to lean on. I wanted to say something but I can't... I'm afraid that everyone will hear my cries and think of me otherwise. They judge us, the people, between us. And thus, I kept my pain... so now, I should keep it inside of me... forever...
You left me...
When you get back, I hope you have a safe journey back and the contract went well. As of the moment, I am nothing more than just a disposable. I thought you would be my first and last but that is all a dream that can never be fulfilled. It's all a fairy tale and I should have known since the day you took my hand. Fairy tales eventually end. Dreams will end and soon, there is nothing left but memories, like us. I am sorry to have wasted seven years of your life being with me. I am sorry for all the difficulties that I have put you in and to make things worse, by annoying the fuck out of you every single time. It must have been tiresome, to have someone like me dragged underneath you.
I will not be around this place any longer. I have quit my job and planned to go further, to find a company that would wash away my problems. My only purpose in life is to serve and there is no other. Love is no longer my priority, because I love you. I truly do. God... I truly love you from the bottom of my heart and hoped upon all hope that we would never move apart but we are drifting.
Please, promise me one thing, even though you cannot fulfill the rest of what I have asked of you... find happiness in someone that will be yours forever. When someone asked you to be theirs forever, they are the ones that you should never let go.
"Be mine, forever,"
I wish you luck and happiness elsewhere. I am sorry that I could not make you happy any further.
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The letter ended with wet prints all over. It was done.
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