First Times
Soren was back in school gym, alone again. It was weird. He and Milo had been workout buddies now that baseball season was over. It was nice to have a partner to build off. Soren could outrun Milo any day of the week, but Milo's upper body strength far outdid his own. It helped that Milo had evolved and he hadn't.
Soren wished he could just evolve. He was sick of looking like a little kid. It didn't matter how toned his body got, he still didn't look like he was eighteen. He loved Milo's body. He was tall, strong, robust, and dear god that fur. Soren could really call Milo beautiful. Soren lapsed into a blissful daydream of whatever stolen moments alone that they could afford.
Soren was too afraid to make it public beyond Sasha, Di, and Danny. Milo had one friend that he could trust, but that was it. Milo didn't tell that friend about who he was dating though. Soren didn't know the guy. To him he was some schmuck on the baseball team. They both needed to be careful who knew. Working out together was some of the only times where they could regularly talk without having to keep an eye over their shoulders.
But it was more than a week since they had spoken last. And Milo hadn't been showing up to games, nor answering phone calls or emails or any other sort of communication. People had seen him in classes, but Milo and Soren were on opposite sides of the building at all times with their schedules. Maybe he would just knock on the front door. But that felt intrusive. And it could be dangerous, considering Milo's family was in the same congregation as Soren's parents. But maybe he was being paranoid.
Soren decided to end early, retiring to the empty locker room. He was losing some motivation now that he didn't have his boyfriend to build off. Soren sighed as he took off his grubby work out shirt. Soren jumped as a strong, silky hand grabbed his shoulder. Soren turned around to see Milo, dressed in street clothes, a sad smile on his face.
"I thought I'd find you here," said Milo, kissing Soren on the muzzle. Soren was alarmed to see a few tears leak through Milo's eyes, closed as he savored their kiss. They broke apart, Soren exhaling in pleasure as Milo ran a hand up his bare chest. They sat down on a bench, Soren reaching up to run his fingers across Milo's furry, burly arms.
"Milo, what's going on? Where have you been?" Soren looked up at his boyfriend, his concern growing as he saw Milo's face, riddled with worry and stress.
Milo spoke quickly. "I can't stay for long. My parents just think I ran here to grab a book. They're so angry right now."
"What happened? What did you do?" There was a brief pause, Milo clearly wanting to speak but unsure how to begin. "Milo, did you... do what you were talking about?"
Milo nodded. "You were right. I came out to my parents over the weekend... and they were so angry. I should have expected it, considering where our parents go every Sunday... but I've been confined to my house, save for school. They took my phone and computer too. I don't know what they think it will accomplish."
Soren's stomach plummeted. "Did you... tell them about me?"
Milo shook his head. "No. I kept that promise. I was just hoping that... I dunno, maybe they would stop being so juvenile if they found out they had a gay son. I was naïve, I guess."
Soren frowned. "What are you going to do? When do you think your parents are gonna let up?"
Milo scowled. "They ask me every day when I'm going to 'drop the act.' But I'm not going to. They'll have to deal with having a gay son, even if he's not allowed to leave the house."
"Have you... ever thought about lying," asked Soren, trepidation in his voice. "Just say it was a phase, or something? They don't know we're seeing each other. Just tell them what they want to hear and go back to your life."
Milo frowned. "What, just tell them I'm straight? Pull a one-eighty after ten days of saying 'I'm gay, what are you going to do about it?' That'd be a stretch."
"I dunno. We need to do something. I can't see you if your parents lock you in your house all year. And I want to keep seeing you," said Soren, hugging Milo.
Milo kissed Soren's forehead, gripping his short fur in his hands. "Me too, Soren. I need to go. I don't want to get my parents even angrier. I do want to get out of my house eventually." He kissed Soren on the muzzle again. "I missed you. I wish I could have told you about this mess sooner."
"I understand," said Soren, reaching up to run a hand across one of Milo's cheeks. "I missed you too. But go, quickly. Try and get in their good books so you get your phone back or something. Don't give them a reason to be mad."
Milo turned to leave, still looking sad but smiling genuinely. "Goodbye sweetheart."
"Can I talk to Sasha," asked Soren. "She may have some ideas."
Milo nodded. "Go for it. We can trust her. I'll see you later, sweetie. I'll call if I can get the chance."________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Milo, Sasha, and Soren were sitting at Red Rosie's Garden. Sasha frowned, "And they bought this bullcrap story? They believed you?"
Milo frowned. "It's so stupid. I told them it was all a phase and they went back to their normal selves. But there's a catch."
Sasha nodded. "I know. Soren told me. Your parents want you to find a girlfriend."
"Mmhmm," said Milo, scowling. "They wanted 'proof.' They said I had one month to land a date and to keep it up."
Sasha gave the Soren and Milo appraising looks. They were sitting across from her, holding hands. "So that's why you wanted to talk to me alone, away from town. Works for me."
Soren's jaw dropped, "What? We didn't even ask you about what we were planning."
Sasha smiled. "It's not rocket science, Soren. You wanna keep dating Milo, but Milo needs to be dating a girl so you he can leave the house. I can be Milo's girlfriend for you."
"But you know that means you won't be able to actually date someone while we see each other," said Soren. "You're OK with that?"
Sasha smiled again. "I know. It'll be great. I'm sick of being asked out by some dude I don't know every week. No one asked me out until I evolved. I was just some geek before I was a Linoone."
"There's no one you want to date right now," asked Milo. "You're okay with being taken just so me and Soren can see each other?"
Sasha laughed, "Of the guys I'd like to date, they're either very taken or very gay."
Soren and Milo's tails shot up and bristled. "What?!"
Sasha giggled at their reactions. "Soren, I had a crush on you in middle school. But I let it go. I figured you out way before you told me. But in all seriousness, if you two were straight I'd date you in an instant. You're both nice, funny, smart, and, in all honestly, gorgeous. But you're also both really cute together. And clearly happy. So how I see it, you two get to keep dating in peace and now I can be left alone because everyone else thinks I'm dating Milo. I told you, I'm game."
Milo and Soren were both blushing. Milo spoke first. "And you are very sure about this?"
Sasha smiled. "Very. But you're going to have to sell it, sweetheart. You'll have to make it look like we're dating. How's your acting skills?"_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Soren, Milo, and Sasha were back at Rosie's. In fact, Rosie was sitting down with them, just recently serving them some of her excellent sliders. It was a slow Friday; there was only one other person in the bar. They had come here straight from school, so people would be coming in later. Rosie had gotten to know all three of them well by this point. It had been almost six months of Sasha picking the two of them up and coming here. It was just far enough from Lassaire that they wouldn't run into other people from their home town.
It was so liberating for them. It was wonderful for Soren to be able to hold Milo's hand, to sit and talk without needing to worry about someone they knew overhearing them, to kiss him and not feel unsafe. But Soren also felt terrible for dragging Sasha through all their dates. She was clearly a third wheel. Sure, Rosie would come and chat with her, and they tried to be inclusive, but Soren and Milo couldn't take their time in good conscious while Sasha was sitting there, sometimes bored out of her mind. Rosie started taking her breaks with them so Sasha could have someone else to talk to.
The four of them sat down and dug in. It was weird being regulars at a bar. Not that Rosie ever served them drinks, nor did they ever ask for any. "When do you guys start spring break? Or have you already taken your break?"
"Two weeks," said Sasha. "last week of April. But ours goes for two weeks rather than one. I think I'm gonna get the lake house to ourselves this year."
"Sweet," said Soren through a bite of western slider. "Can Milo come up with us?"
Sasha rolled her eyes. "'can Milo come u-' OF COURSE he can. He was one of us before you started dating. I wanted us to go up alone so we can hang out without you two looking over your shoulders every few minutes."
Milo smiled. "Thanks, Sasha. What's up there besides water? You've never told me."
"It's near a little town called Spiral River," said Soren. "Has nothing to do with a spiraling river, by the way. No idea why they named it that."
"Ooh," said Rosie, brightening up. "I have a friend who lives up there. I think she told me a long time ago. It was something to do with the migration of birds. I'll ask Betty next time I call."
Sasha nodded. "Something like that. The town's history is pretty poorly kept, to be honest. Know one really knows. Mom or Dad may have more details."
"But what's in Spiral River," asked Milo.
"It's smaller than Lassaire," said Soren. "It's about a fifteen minute walk from the lake. Honestly, there isn't too much. There's a homemade sweetshop in town that's to die for, but nothing else comes to mind."
"Worth it," said Milo. "But the lake itself should have plenty to do. Didn't you say there was a place for jet skis in town?"
"The lake house is the place for jet skis. My parents own two," said Sasha, smiling. "We also own a boat, which we all learned how to drive last year. Hell, I've got my license, so I can take you guys out on it."
"Nice," said Milo. "I think my parents will let me go for that long. They don't care as long I keep getting A's. Which I'm getting. So no big deal for me."
Soren laughed. "Mine will be glad to have me out of the house. I think they'd pay me if I asked."
Rosie frowned when Soren mentioned his parents. She knew everything about their situation. She was such an easy person to vent to. "Well I hope you three have a good time. I've taken my ten for now. I should clean up again before people start coming in."
Soren, Milo, and Sasha finished their sliders, anticipating their two weeks at the lake house. It was about eight o clock at this point, and they had been hanging around now for about five hours. Sasha paid for her part of the bill, throwing her cash on the table with a note to keep the change as a tip. They never asked for liquor but, Rosie kept giving them free food, so they always tipped well to compensate.
"Do you guys wanna go back to my place for a bit," asked Sasha.
"You're parents aren't in town, right," said Soren as they walked back to Sasha's black car. "Do they care that you're bringing friends home while they're not around?"
Sasha smiled as she started the car. "I doubt I'd be sticking around for long."
"What do you mean," asked Milo and Soren together.
"Do you want me to be blunt?"
"Go for it," said Milo and Soren.
"I'm going to drop you two off at my empty house," said Sasha. " And I'm going to leave you there so you can do whatever the hell you want there."
"Wait," said Milo. "Are you telling us to-"
"Yes," laughed Sasha. "Yes. I'm telling you to take the night for yourselves and have sex."
Soren coughed into his water bottle. "What? At your house? Us?"
Sasha was still laughing. "Oh, come on. It's so obvious. You two have been dying to get together for ages. I'm surprised you're not going at it in my backseat."
Milo laughed. "God, Soren, was she this candid in grade school?"
Soren nodded. "Yup. Always."
Sasha smiled. "So, what do you say?"
Soren kissed Milo and turned back to Sasha. "I think you've found the best way to get someone in the mood. 'Hey, best friend, why don't you and your boyfriend go to my empty house and bone?' That's not awkward at all."
"Said by the guy who asked me to fake date his boyfriend," said Sasha, rolling her eyes. "Why am I keeping this act up? I'm doing it so you two can be together and be happy. And I can tell you two have been dying to have at each other for months now. So here I am, offering you an opportunity to have some fun and do what you boys want to do. So will you just shut up and say yes? Let me do my damn job!"
Milo laughed, doubling over in hysterical giggles. "Fine. We'll have sex because you asked. It'll be fun. If I tell my parents that I'll be staying over at your place, they'll be fucking thrilled."
Soren burst out at this remark. "Ha! Best term. I guess we'll just take up your offer. Are you sure you're OK with us having sex in your house?"
Sasha sighed as they pulled into her driveway, unlocking the doors so the boys could get out. "Yes, for fucks sake. Go have fun. I'm going to Di's house for the night. "
Milo smiled as he got out. "Thanks, Sasha. You're a good friend."
Soren smiled as he put his arm around his boyfriend. "You are the best friend I've ever had. Thanks so much. You've done so much for us."
"You know where the key is. There's supplies under the couch. Just...keep it neat," said Sasha, looking down her glasses at the two. "I want the house spotless when I come home tomorrow... and have fun."
Soren and Milo wasted no time in getting inside, giggling a little at how preposterous this was. Perhaps it was too preposterous. As they sat on Sasha's black leather couch, they just couldn't get in the mindset to even make out. So Soren did what he always did when he had no idea what to do. He cooked.
Or in this case, baked. Scrounging around, Soren found the ingredients for a chocolate lava cake. Milo wasn't much of a cook, so he booted up Sasha's xbox. "Hey, pop in Armored Core. I'm gonna coach you through it."
Milo sighed. "I'm not a huge mecha guy. But I'll give it a shot."
Soren smiled. "It'll be fun. Let me be your mecha sensei. Just play around and get a feel for the game." Soren got to work on the cake, watching Milo learn the controls, not saying a word. Games like this were about self-discovery. Trial and error experimentation was key when you had thousands of parts at your disposal to make your mecha masterpiece. Milo wouldn't get the right feel of the game if he just told him everything. Instead he just watched, working on the cake recipe automatically. He knew it by heart. It was the first recipe he made for Grandma Jeanne without her help.
"Heya, sweetie," called Milo. "What starting company is good for me?"
Soren came over and sat down. "Well, Rosenthal gets you the most balanced parts, so that's the best for beginners. But I'd say that the Interior Union is the easiest. The Tellus model has good defenses and it's easy to make it a perma flier. It's all about sustainability.
"Hrmm... what about the others," asked Milo, reading the description of the GA America.
"Well, GA has the most firepower, but you'll get stomped by anything that uses energy. And Rayleonard is hard mode. You get new parts a lot later if you start with them." Having said his two bits, Soren stepped away, letting Milo pick his own choice.
Milo picked the Interior Union as Soren threw the cake in the oven. Setting the timer for a few minutes shy of an hour, Soren sat down next to Milo, watching him play through the opening missions. Soren always admired how intrinsically Milo got games by just picking them up. He handled his NEXT like he had been playing for years. After a few minutes, Soren snaked his arms around Milo's powerful chest, taking care not to get in the way of his gaming arms. "You comfortable?"
"Oh, very," purred Milo. "How am I doing?"
"Good," said Soren, quite genuinely. "Play around some more. Experiment and find some new parts to play with. Grope around and see what you like. That's the fun in the game."
"What, you mean these parts?" Milo reached down and slipped under Soren's shorts, giving his boxers a firm squeeze.
"Mmm," growled Soren. "Well you don't beat around the bush." Soren sat up and grabbed Milo's face with both of his hands, pulling them slightly roughly into a kiss. It started out slow, tender, gentle. Each kiss was short, brushing their lips together, breaking apart for a short breath, and returning to each other. There was a soft thump as Milo dropped the controller in his hand. The gamer in Soren winced internally a bit, but it took only a moment for Soren to get lost in Milo's eyes and lips again.
They began to build up speed, pressing their faces together greedily. Soren gave a sigh of pleasure as he felt Milo begin to run a hand up his shirt. Soren closed his eyes, feeling the soft fur on his cheeks. Soren broke apart, running his hands down the sides of Milo's head to his shoulders, pushing the Furret onto his back. Just as Soren began to press his muzzle into Milo's furry neck, the buzzer rang.
Soren jumped off the couch. "Sorry to leave you hanging. Do you want some cake?"
"When have I ever said no to your cooking," said Milo, smiling. He shifted so that he was lying on the couch, his body arched a bit, his legs angled so that he could show off the rather magnificent tent in his pants.
Soren smiled back, taking the cake out of the oven. Digging around, he found a knife and divided the small cake in two. Milo made room for Soren, scooting up on the couch. Soren passed him a plate with a kiss on a cheek. "Eat up."
"What, no forks," asked Milo.
Soren broke off a piece of his own cake, dipping the fragment in the thick filling that was leaking onto his plate. "I don't think we need them," said Soren as he took the cake and pressed it to Milo lips.
Milo purred as he took the cake from Soren, kissing his hand after he swallowed. "Mmmm... you're so cheesy when you're horny, you know that, right honey?"
Soren ate a piece of cake that Milo had offered him. "And you love every second of it."
They finished their cake quickly, despite trying to savor it. As Soren put the dishes on the kitchen counter Milo began to dig under the couch. "What are you searching for, sweetie?"
Milo pulled his head out from under the black couch, a large box in his hands. "Gifts from Sasha," laughed Milo. He dumped the contents on the coffee table: towels, sheets, condoms, and lube. There was a tiny note on the box of condoms. "Be neat" was written in Sasha's clean and elegant cursive.
Soren and Milo both burst out laughing. "Well then, what are we waiting for?" Throwing the sheets and towels over the couch, Soren turned around and grabbed Milo by the hands, flinging him onto the couch. Diving on top of his boyfriend, Soren picked up where they had left off, pressing his face into Milo's neck, kissing him again and again. Milo was still laughing at the note, actually bouncing Soren as he lay on top of his chest, kissing him the whole time.
Soren tasted the chocolate on his boyfriends lips, and on the next kiss, Soren slipped his tongue into Milo's mouth. Milo groaned, his hands gripping Soren's shirt. Soren felt large, strong hands undoing the buttons on his shirt. He sighed, slipping his tongue into Milo's mouth again, tasting the cake, Rosie's food, and an earthy, musky tone that Soren could really only identify as flavor unique to his boyfriend. The combination was surprisingly divine, and Soren felt himself clawing at Milo's shirt now, his own completely undone and hanging loosely around his thin, bare chest.
They both sighed, moaned, and gasped as their tongues waged war, tasting each other, their lips pressed together, breaking apart only for breaths punctuated with groans of pleasure. They ran their hands across each others bodies, Soren savoring the silky fluidity of Milo's fur as it flowed through his hands. Milo was doing the same, one of his strong, firm hands running through his tails, the other on his cheek.
The two continued to writhe on top of the covered couch, clutching each other and pressing their faces together, lost in ecstasy. Soren jumped as he felt Milo's hands begin to pull down his shorts. Milo broke apart, looking concerned.
"Am... am I going too fast," asked Milo. "I'm sorry, hon. I- well, I've never done anything like this before... I've never been with another guy. Hell I've never been with anyone before this."
Soren kissed Milo again, running his hands down Milo's body, reaching the loose black jeans that he was wearing. "Me neither sweetheart. But I'd love to change that with you tonight. Would you like that?"
Milo smiled. "Very much so. I guess we'll have to just grope our way through this."
Soren grabbed Milo's jeans and gave a hard tug. Getting off the couch, Soren rolled the pants off of Milo's hot legs, kissing his way up from his fine ass to the point of his toes. Milo giggled as he felt Soren's lips brush up against his legs, helping Soren finish pull off his pants and boxers. Sitting up, Milo pulled down Soren's shorts in one sharp tug.
Soren giggled a bit, eating up Milo's gorgeous body lying on the couch. They had both stolen some not so secret glances at each other when they could get away with it, but now they were here, alone and with nothing but time on their hands. Soren took it all in, the gorgeous, liquid-silk fur, alternating between the colors of rich chocolate and beach sand, the muscles that were visible even behind the fur, the deep, chocolate eyes, and wow... that package. He had gotten an ogle or two, but now he could sit and stare as long as he wanted, presenting himself so Milo could do the same.
"Are you just gonna look, honey," asked Milo, a trace of seduction in his voice Soren had never heard before. He liked it.
Slipping between Milo's legs and sitting down, Soren gave his most wolfish smile. "I had some other plans." With great trepidation, he reached out with both hands and grabbed Milo's shaft. His junk was so much different than Milo's. Milo's length was perfectly smooth, with a layer of flexible, soft skin that sheathed a soft, bulbous head. He was hung, at least seven inches and he wasn't even hard. Milo gasped a little as Soren began to run his hands up and down, slowly, trying to find Milo's sweet spots.
Starting at the base, he began to slowly, tenderly squeezing, working the thick, warm shaft in his hands. Milo's length was so much softer than his own. Soren felt himself hardening inside his sheath, the first of his nine inches just starting to slip out. Milo was panting in front of him, his long legs splayed out, one hooked over Soren's shoulder, the other laying on the back of the couch. Both gave the smallest of moans.
They had both fantasized about this. They had locked lips, ran their hands across each others bodies, even given each other a passing squeeze once or twice, but now... Now he had his boyfriend in his hands, and Milo's little gasps of pleasure filled Soren's heart with a tiny balloon of joy. Perhaps this was what people called making love.
Soren continued to work, squeezing harder now. Milo was so thick... Soren could feel Milo getting firmer as he moved his fingers around him, pacing himself, altering his tempo, teasing Milo's arousal, letting it lose some of it's firmness before building it up a bit farther. "Oh, Soren," moaned Milo, smiling through his pleasure. "You little tease."
Soren smiled back, working harder and faster, building Milo up to his full length. And dear god, what a length. Milo was seven inches soft, and he was a grower! Soren closed his eyes as he felt the endowment in his hands. It had to be at least twelve inches, and Soren could feel powerful throbs running up its length, warm, sticky pre leaking onto his fingers as he pulled. Milo was close...
Soren leaned over Milo, still working the massive length in both hands, watching Milo's sculpted chest heave in anticipation. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so close," gasped Milo, reaching up to grab Soren's shoulders, trying to kiss Soren. But he couldn't make it. Milo's whole body convulsed, his back and neck arching, his arms and legs slackening, his endowment throbbing in Soren's hands. A warm stickiness splattered across Soren's brass colored chest, a second wave leaking over his hands.
Milo smiled, sighing as Soren continued to squeeze, pull, and rub as Milo lost his firmness. "Soren, that... that was... the best orgasm I have ever had! Oh, god, that was so amazing!" He leaned up and kissed Soren on the muzzle. The kiss lasted for what felt like blissful ages. As they broke apart, Soren felt strong hands pushing him backwards. "Your turn."
Soren gave a small moan as Milo gave him a firm squeeze, coaxing his tip from his sheath. Milo was unsure what to do. It was clear to Soren he had never seen a canine penis out of its sheath. Taking Milo's hands in his, Soren gently guided Milo's hands to the right places. Letting go of those silky hands, Soren sighed as Milo slowly, slowly coaxed all nine of his inches out, feeling himself becoming engorged as his length was freed if it's sheath.
"Milo, you're wonderful," breathed Soren, "Sweetie, keep it up!" But Milo paused, his hands still gripping Soren. He was staring at Soren's endowment, baffled by bulb of flesh at the base of his sheath, swelling to its full size of almost three inches in diameter. "It's a knot, darling. It feels really good when you squeeze it... here." Taking Milo's hands again, he guided those firm, powerful fingers to where the base of his knot met his sheath.
And Milo squeezed, sending hot pleasure coursing up Soren. He gasped and convulsed forward, a mighty throb that started in his balls ran its way up his shaft, a little spurt of pre shooting from his tip. Milo's hands worked north, playing with Soren's canine tip, using all ten of his fingers to rub different spots on Soren's length. The pre was leaking freely, Milo rubbing it between his hands to use for lube, Soren's eyes shut tight with pleasure.
There was a pause, Soren still unable to open his eyes as he felt his member pulsing with anticipation. Soren opened his eyes just in time to see Milo's cute face hovering over his tip, mouth wide open. Milo gave Soren a final squeeze, and Soren quite literally howled in pleasure as he felt himself cum all over each other, Milo catching Soren's seed in his mouth with a lustful smile on his face.
Soren sighed in satisfaction, Milo laying his head down on Soren's sticky chest, both huffing in pleasure. "That, that was wonderful, Milo."
Milo looked up and gave Soren a smile. "Would you like to keep going, sweetie?"
"Only if you want to," said Soren, running a hand across one of Milo's cute, round cheeks. "Will you lie back for me?"
Milo obliged, presenting his fat, half-erect member to his boyfriend. Soren leaned down, taking in the sight of Milo's hot body for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached down and brushed the shaft with his lips, starting slowly but kissing it again and again, building it back to its full hardness. Soren continued to kiss Milo, slipping his tongue out to lick it as he worked with his hands, noticing how Milo's endowment had a subtle re-curve to it.
Soren stopped for a second, taking a deep breath. "I- I've never done this before. I hope I don't mess this up." Taking the length in his hand, Soren pulled himself up Milo's body by a few inches and placed the member in his muzzle, starting with just the rounded tip. It tasted salty, and Milo's musky, earthy scent surrounded it.
Milo gave a little wince of pleasure as Soren slipped his tongue out of his muzzle to run it down the shaft. "Soren, you're wonderful. I- don't stop!"
Soren closed his eyes, moving his head to put more of Milo down his muzzle. Soren couldn't fit too much more before gagging, but he figured sex was something that required practice. But how could he complain about sex with Milo? He took his hands and began to work on Milo's length, suckling him while running his hands up and down the shaft. Hesitantly, Soren ran his left hand down Milo's length to his balls. He gave the lightest of squeezes.
"Oh, honey," gasped Milo. "Keep it up. Don't stop now!"
Soren obliged, running his tongue up, down, around the shaft, adding copious amounts of slobber, tasting the salty pre, running the his hand vigorously up and down, squeezing lightly with his off hand. Milo's eyes were clenched shut, his back arched, his fists clenched in the sheets that were draped over the couch. His whole body convulsed as he came, emptying himself in Soren's mouth with a groan. Soren tasted the cum in his mouth. It was warm, sticky, and salty. He actually liked it, swallowing greedily as Milo came, a bit leaking from his mouth.
Soren took Milo's softening length out of his mouth, greedily licking the excess off of him. "How was that, sweetie?"
Milo was still slightly cross-eyed. "That... was amazing. You were great,"
Soren crawled up his boyfriend, kissing his way up, starting with Milo's spent length and working up his buff, furry chest, resting his head under Milo's chin, smiling stupidly in their afterglow. "We should clean up, hon. Sasha won't be happy if she find our mess everywhere."
The two looked around, the sheets on the couch sticky and some of the floor covered in splatters of emission. Giggling stupidly, they cleaned up the floor and took the sheets off the couch. They had kept it somewhat contained, and it didn't take too long clean up their mess. "Do you want a shower," asked Soren, motioning at their sticky chests. "You can go first."
Milo rolled his eyes and grabbed Soren's hand. "I think it's 'do WE want a shower." The two laughed as they ran up the stairs to the master bathroom, kissing each other as they waited for the water to warm up. Soren sighed in Milo's mouth as he ran his hands up Milo's chest, enjoying the stickiness that ran through his fingers. He didn't think it was disgusting. he thought it was beautiful that Milo would share himself with him.
Soren gave a tiny yip of surprise as Milo reached down and lifted Soren off his feet, gripping his tight ass as he was brought up to Milo's face level. Soren gripped Milo's body with his legs as he wrapped them around his waist, his paw pads tickled by Milo's long, fluffy tail. Snaking his arms down around Milo's burly chest, Soren continued to kiss Milo, hanging onto his boyfriend as Milo let go of his butt to run his strong hands across his back.
Milo stepped into the running shower, letting the warm water soak both of them as they continued to kiss. Soren couldn't deny to himself that he had fantasized about a scene like this for months now. Ever since he met Milo in the school showers, he had dreamed about running his hands across that hot body while water drenched their fur. First they were guilty fantasies about some hot, geeky furret he ran into. Then they were forbidden dreams about his friend. And after that they were stupid, optimistic hopes that one day they could find the time and the privacy to fulfill their carnal urges together. But now... now they had found the time and place to offer themselves to each other. It felt too good to be true, even in the moment.
Soren gripped Milo's soaked body harder and began to rub his body up against Milo's buff chest, sighing as Milo kissed his chest and neck. Soren could feel himself getting hard again, slipping out of his sheath as he ran himself across Milo. Soren gave a little start as he felt Milo's hardness rise, grinding against his butt. Soren gave a little giggle as he felt Milo reach down and grab his ass again, lifting him up and down, grinding Soren' swollen length against his buff body, groaning as Milo continued to kiss him.
Soren was struck by a bolt of inspiration as he ground himself against Milo. Groping with his six tails, he wrapped them around Milo's length beneath his ass. Rubbing up and down with his tails, he felt the final traces softness leave Milo's shaft. They groaned together as Soren worked, pressing his length between their toned bodies as he tickled and massaged Milo's endowment with his tails.
"Oh god, Soren," moaned Milo "I'm so close." There was a thud as Milo staggered to the back of the shower, bracing himself in the corner as he felt his legs giving way. The two slid down the side of the shower wall, Milo now flat on his back as Soren continued to writhe on top of him, mighty throbs running up his length, intensified in his knot.
Reaching back, Soren squeezed Milo's endowment, pulling it towards him. He felt Milo shudder beneath him as that hot rod of flesh convulsed in his hands, Soren grinning as Milo came across his back, some even dripping over his shoulders before being washed away by the water. Soren himself groaned as Milo controlled himself long enough to reach up and squeeze his knot, spraying across his face and chest.
Slowly getting up, they reached for bottles of body wash, running their hands across each other, washing away the musky scent of sex. "How was it," asked Soren, grinning as he felt his hands run across the muscles hidden in the soaked, silky, fur.
"It was fantastic," said Milo, holding Soren close to him as they ran soap across each other. "I hope we can do this again."
"Me too," said Soren, burying his face in Milo's cleaned fur. "I wish we didn't have to have our illicit dates fifteen miles away. I wish we could find a place where we could spend time alone without having to look over our shoulders."
"But we can't. We can't wish our parents away. Let's just enjoy the moment while we can. Just try and not think about that bullshit for a few hours."
Soren turned off the water, grabbing a towel and running it across Milo. "I know we can't wish our problems away. Do you want to cuddle for a while?"
"Sure," smiled Milo, drying Soren gently. The two stepped out of the shower, Soren holding Milo's hand as they walked back downstairs. Fishing the second set of sheets out of Sasha's box, throwing them on the couch.
Milo laid on his back, taking up most of the couch. Soren crawled on top of him, burying his face in his muscled chest, loving how he could fit so snugly in Milo's arms and legs. For once he wasn't so irritated at being so small. "Good night sweetheart."
Milo kissed Soren, squeezing him tight in his arms. "Good night. And Soren... thank you. It means a lot that you chose to be with me."
"I could say the same thing," said Soren, his voice muffled by Milo's fur."Good night, Milo." The two laid on Sahsa's couch, basking in each others company, both feeling completely content for the first time in what felt like eons.