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"You know, there's this lingering sort of haze I feel." Before I get to ask, he continues. "I get this feeling that even when we're together, you're still a little lonely." This feeling in the pit of my stomach that may or may not have already been there makes itself known.

I swallow harder than I predict. "What gives you that impression?"

He smirks, but it's almost piteous in nature. Maybe a smirk isn't the right word. "Well, first, you just admitted it." Unfair. I fold my arms. "And second... I don't know. I get this feeling you're going to miss being able to call on companionship at will."

I shrug. "I wasn't even doing that much leading up to Christmas. I guess I feel this way because it's hard to be anything but sexual."

He holds my paws in his. "Because sexual is comfortable for you."

It sounds simple that way, and a little slutty. I sigh. "Yeah, I guess. All told, I'm surprised you'd want to be with someone so..."

"Slutty?" Toothy grin. I guess he read my mind.

I glare. "Whatever. You get my point."

"I could be worse about your word choice, but--"

"But you know you're two seconds from something so not worth making a snarky comment for." I have and will give him the silent treatment. Call it a girl thing, but it's effective. He always comes begging for interaction again. If nothing else sets up our roles, then maybe it's the way we argue.

His ears flop to the sides of his head. I don't know what it is about sergals' ears, but damned if they aren't adorable. "I'm sorry. I do understand where you're coming from." He squeezes my paws, getting my attention again. I didn't even realize my eyes were wandering over his shoulder. "That's the beauty of having someone tied down to you, though. We get to do things at whatever pace you want." And what a pace it's been...

My heart flutters a little in a combination of nerves and happiness. I'm anxious about messing things up. "I just don't want you to think I only want to be physical, and I think that sometimes that's the only message I send." Most weekends that we meet up, things generally devolve into his cock stuffed somewhere in relation to me. It always ends well, but I've started thinking a lot about what our relationship does and doesn't include. Mind you, a healthy number of nights together isn't a concern.

Though his ears had come up, one stays flopped in sympathy. I could watch those things all night. "I understand where you're coming from, Jack. I get it. You just need to trust me when I say you don't have to worry half as much as you are. I guess you can tell I value you and who you are more than I value all the sex, but that doesn't mean you're making a bad impression in the slightest." I blush pretty hard, both with his willingness to be direct, and the soft look in his eyes that cements the sincerity.

I nod and smile wanly. I can't be mopey on date night. "The sex is nice, yeah?"

He chuckles, snaking a paw behind me to give me a covert grope. "That actually reminds me of something."

I cant my head. "Hm?"

He snickers. "Well, first, that's adorable." I start blushing and glaring at him. He just has to ruin my happy moments. "Second, I never told you about my complex with your fur."

What? "Does my being a maned wolf throw some things off?" He can't be talking about my color. He is not that simply wired.

He shrugs and nods. "Yes and no. I guess it's more that I expect you to act like a fox, but your scent and details and the sounds you make are all wrong."

Damn. It is my color. This is possibly the most uncharacteristic thing he's ever brought up. "I'll try harder, coach."

He shakes his head. "No, no. It's fine. I just get confused sometimes. In fact, all you canids have pretty similar weak spots, but you all react to them differently." Here comes the psychology sergal, on his way to over-explain every single thing you ever admit, commit, or submit to.

That is a new idea though. "Oh, really? How do you mean?"

He thinks for a moment, his own gaze fixated somewhere over my head. "Well, in my experience, foxes do this, like, purring thing and get really cuddly if you scritch their ears. Dogs get playful, for the most part. Wolves do this protective cuddle thing where they lay on you and keep you to their own greedy cuddling selves."

My eyes narrow. "You're just making things up."

He shakes his head again, but this time he's smiling. Here we go again. "I'm not, though! You remember, just a couple of nights ago, we were on the couch almost asleep, and when the phone rang, you growled at it until I got up to answer it. Then you started whining until I came back." I admit to none of this.

My ears, mostly out of instinct despite my increased awareness about them, point forward as I claim, "Are you telling me you think that's because you scratched behind my ears?"

He shrugs, but he's still smiling a smug smile. "All I'll say is that you were laying on top of me, and while your head was resting on my chest, I was stroking over your ears."

I shake my head, wanting to laugh. Almost. He can have his small victory I suppose. "Well I've heard sergals are extremely ticklish, no?"

He shifts uncomfortably. "We...don't have to test that one. Like ever. Please?" Oh, my dear. We most certainly will. Doesn't have to be now, I suppose. Locking that fact into place for future torture is a simple thing. Keeping the evil smile off my muzzle as I do so is slightly more difficult.

My closest companion and I are sharing a balcony we come out to a lot. It hangs off from the second story of the math building, but it's an incredible view for sunsets. Still waiting a while for some pink clouds, but there's definitely some orange peeking out and hanging onto the fringes of the wispy overcast.

He isn't wrong about the lonely idea, though. I feel like I'm stuck in a pretty bad tossup. In my current extreme, I continue this way and sort of alienate the poor creature. The alternative, which is almost purely the case when we're alone in a private area, is to smother the hell out of him. I don't understand a medium yet. He's been endlessly patient while I search for it, but more and more I'm afraid of running out of time. Nothing else in this world sounds as bad as losing him.

And I will improve. I really don't want to feel so black-and-white about every interaction with him. I close my eyes for a few seconds, mustering some courage. "Since we're here, I...wanna talk a little serious."

It's not an often occurrence. Scarlet handles things so well when we do, though. It's admirable. Whenever he has something serious to say to me, I tend to get gloomy. "Alright. Talk to me." There's a consoling paw locked in mine and a lovely pair of eyes waiting when mine open.

I draw a deep breath. His paw finds mine. I lean my head on his shoulder for a moment. "I have these moments where I feel like I can't be neutral about us. I feel like I'm either casual with you to the point of the friendship we already had before, or like I'm all over you and it all becomes sex and emotions. I'm struggling to find a balance I'm happy with."

He continues to stare out in front of us for a little while. He nuzzles one of my ears briefly, then offers, "So we have two things, then. From what you told me the last time we played around a lot, you are a pretty nympho-inclined wolf, yes?" I frown and nod, whimpering a little. "That brings me to my other point. How do you think I feel about us constantly on top of each other? How do you think I felt about what you've said before about your sexcapades?"

When I told Scarlet about my past life of blowing dudes for money, he seemed pretty surprised. That's all I remember, though. There wasn't disgust or loathing behind his reaction. "I guess...you don't mind?"

He grabs my tail base, shooting shivers up and down my spine and making me huff. He answers my resulting glare with a grin. "Damn straight. And I guess what's also important to keep in mind is that we were already very very very close to one another before we ever became an actual couple. Even when you think you're treating me as the 'friend from before,' you're really treating me to a side of you I'll bet few ever see."

He's got me starting to blush brightly. He can tell, and he nuzzles into the top of my head again. "It's that kind of unique experience that I get that makes me stay, love. I don't need you to try to give me special treatment. I can already tell I'm in for a great time, no matter what we end up doing with our time."

A hot-cold shiver rings through my body, a sensation that only properly prescribes a dose of heart throb. I'm always scared we're not a legitimate couple because we seem so bound by lust, but he's right. For me to try and act any different would be very fake. It's pretty reassuring, in all honesty. "Thanks for that."

"No charge for the truth." We spend a while gazing over the sunset. Any other couple would probably kiss or hug or something. We simply sat, my head on his shoulder and his head resting on mine.

He takes a deep breath, the tears already in his eyes. "A-am I...enough for you to stay?" The topic of our lives came up, and mostly how transient I've been compared to the long-lasting friendships he makes. He was quiet for a long time, but then a sob startled me into action, prompted double-time by his difficult question.

I take a deep breath. I have to work him down slowly. "Scar, you know you're the first guy I've ever bothered to stay nailed down to. That has to tell you something."

He sniffs and nods, wiping his eyes with one paw. He swallows hard. "It's just... I-I'm always watching other people split cause they come from different lives... Yours has been so--"

He fishes for a word for a while. I finish, "Slutty." A dull throb in my chest chest announces the significance of the word. It had only just been recently uttered by the sergal as a kind of joke to poke fun at me. I shouldn't have thrown his word back at him.

He grimaces, understanding just as well as I am. "Compared to mine. And to my knowledge, I really am the first you've stayed together with. Why?"

I sigh softly. "You know, the whole idea behind doing things with a bunch of other people is also its own drawback. You're a temporary distraction from their normal life, as they are yours. You get attention for as long as you earn it, and then you go, much like any other service worker.

"And I guess that rather than stumble through life with all of these trial half-assed relationships in high school, I went with the guaranteed coupling. I earned attention, if only for a few minutes. After that? He'd zip up and I'd wipe my muzzle off."

He blushes a little from the vulgarity of my language. I don't pay enough attention to tell if I am too. "So you think I'm the first to have more than a passing interest? The first that you've...had more interest in?"

"I know you're the first. It's hard to earn my way up to boyfriend material when everyone knows about the blowjobs in the bathroom, even for admiring from afar. You didn't know all that backstory until a week ago, sure, but you're still here, and that's more than anyone else can claim." He's still blushing, and I'm not sure if it's for the things I'm saying or how I'm saying it. I curse myself again for how I phrase things. Maybe I'm letting his honesty rub off too much.

In any case, he's looking deep into my eyes with a visible sense of relief. For now, at least, we've averted a major philosophical crisis. "Thanks, Jack."

I nod and draw him into my arms. He's still shaky. I can tell this has been a bottled-up concern for a while. "How long have you been thinking about this?"

He sighs over my shoulder. "Too damn long. I knew you'd tell me what I know, but there's always that doubt, you know? It isn't personal or anything. I wish I wasn't so insecure about this."

I rub his back softly, waiting for him to relax a bit before I continue. "We're both new to this relationship thing, right? I mean, my casual sex was for money and never even got far. You...you've done stuff before though. Right?"

He chuckles softly. "I'm damn good at finding someone's prostate if I haven't." He only laughs harder when my ears splay and one hits the side of his head. We pull away and now I'm the blushing one. His tongue is lolling out playfully.

"Jerk."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

He crosses his arms. "Prove it."

Ah, not this again. Last time was a bet neither of us won. "Alright. I bet, if we cuddled right now, you couldn't resist exploiting at least one of my weaknesses."

His eyes narrow. "Hm...and those include?"

I roll mine. "Wouldn't you like to know? I'm sure you can name plenty anyways."

He grins. "Damn. Thought I could learn some more. In any case, you're on! I won't tickle you or make you groan or squeak or make any of those other delightful noises."

I scoff, starting to pinken. "I don't squeak."

His eyebrows raise. "You want to hear? I swear, you do make some adorable noises. It always tells me I'm doing something right."

"Shut up and hold me." I dive into his arms, laying with my tail purposely pressed against him as I scoot back further into his embrace. His muzzle is someplace on top of my head, right next to my ears. His paws, making me nervous as they do so, rest just over my lean tummy.

He sighs over my ears, squeezing me for a moment. "Bundle of wolf all for me. I wonder how you'd react if I just started calling you my fox, though."

It's a trap, I know.

...I still can't resist! "Why would that be?"

He chuckles. "Well, you already get on your knees and act like one most of the time. Then you try to force me into snuggling with you."

Ass. I should use this as my proof he's a jerk. "Don't act like you don't enjoy holding me." My ears start to brighten again. Despite their russet and black coloring, it's pretty easy to tell when I'm feeling bashful. Obviously he still isn't over his grudge with foxes, either.

"I don't see anything wrong with how you always want some sergal as a part of your diet." He starts speaking into my ear. "We both know how much I enjoy it, don't we?"

I shudder, spellbound. "I'm guessing saying you lose the bet isn't enough to stop this, is it?"

He grinds under my tail. Sure, I'd told myself it was raised against him so he'd mess up and make me win. Did I mean that? I never even set stakes. Goddamnit. "You don't want this to stop." He's growling softly into my ear, his sharp teeth teasing over my neck in an instinctually alarming way.

I shudder again, his words in my ears echoing around. "T-that's besides the point..."

He snickers but still sounds intimidating. Perhaps the better word is evil. "No, no, little Jakeiro. The point is all mine..."

Okay, so sure. After I'd told him I hadn't done any butt stuff, he was surprised. I mean, we had done stuff together even before that first night with him under my tail. Truth is that I'm something of a slut. Surprise!

Maybe his fox comment wasn't so far from the truth. It certainly doesn't feel like a problem to regret yet. I doubt it ever will.

I rumble contentedly and press myself back against him, earning a bit of a groan. "Mm, I guess you're right. What are you going to do with that point of yours?"

He starts this predatory growl up, low and intimidating, that shoots a sense of danger up and down my spine. It's electric as he continues to grind himself under my tail. A few nips arrive at my ears before he finally orders, "You're going to strip for me, wolf. Slowly."

As his attention to me backs off, I eagerly leap to my feet if only so I can get to the next piece of things faster. In a way he can still savor, I slowly inch out of my shirt and rub a paw erotically down my chest and belly on the way to my pants. When you're a curvy girl-shaped thing like me, it isn't hard to sway and sashay even in place. For some reason, it drives people crazy. I won't complain for as long as I get to watch the sergal drool.

I rarely ever have underwear on if I'm going to be spending time with the sergal. If for no other reason, they'd just bug me like hell until we do something about it. That said, I turn away from him and slowly flag my tail to pull down my skinnies. A sultry look over the shoulder for effect? Check.

A small glimpse at the barely restrained sergal as he adjusts himself? Check.

Keeping down the immediate reactions of blushing or giggling? Thankfully, check. When that guy gets me hot and bothered, a lot of my shyness disappears for a little while. His does too. There's a considerate sort of pace that allows us to adjust, and pace is never a problem, but I always feel like he's going to take care of me.

As I saunter back to him, he's carelessly tossing his shirt away and inching out of his own pants. Scar has always said he's rearing to mess around any given time. He hasn't defied his word once to date. Sometimes I wonder if that's inspired by me.

In any case, I can hardly ignore his very clear excitement, bobbing as it meets the air. I crawl across the bed, not once looking to Scarlet's eyes as I hunt for my goal. A sniff, a few licks, and a small growl of approval later, and I'm where I need to be.

The air around me is heavy and thick, like the stuff you wade through in dreams. I lean down to weigh each of his balls in my muzzle, determined in some odd way to make sure his scent sticks to me for a while.

His scent itself is only describable as something I want more of, and could never smell enough of. It's distinct and exotic, the only sergal scent I know. Like a mood ring, I can always scent his feelings, and especially now, I use that fact to gauge my speed, licking as far as his perineum before retreating and savoring each of his eager orbs again.

The entire time, he is mostly trying to keep his composure. He understands why my muzzle is a force to be reckoned with, but he also understands that finishing too soon is going to drive me even crazier. His paws grip anything nearby to resist grabbing for my ears, as we both know this teased route is so much better for the both of us.

Eventually, I decide that particular phase of the tease can end, and so I promptly follow my muzzle along his length, licking over it in graphic detail as if to memorize where I'll find a weakness. Trust me, I've already found most of them. As he starts groaning and twitching under me, I feel I can start.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I lick over his tip before accepting it into my muzzle. The licking never stops, but stays confined to anything of his actually in me. He's already got his head tossed back, and at some point his paws migrated to the back of my head. He can't force me to do more. He just doesn't want the pace to slow. I understand the feeling, but I'm not going to let him interfere.

Scarlet gasps as I continue to take a few inches of his length at a time, lavishing every bit of reachable area with my tongue regardless. His pre had started kicking up a while ago, but now, like the fully leaky and delicious sergal I know him to be, he's pouring down my throat. I only know when to stop with the guy when it changes flavor slightly. Otherwise, I've had to squeeze him to keep him from finishing. Sure, sure, I'm the evil one. You should have seen the time he literally passed out before he even finished orgasming. I haven't stopped clowning him since.

He certainly isn't thinking too much when I finally usher the last inch of his pride into my muzzle. Actively hilted, I have to keep some of him lodged in my throat. The sensation is unpleasant at first for every dick I've ever sucked, but the more of the same I have, the more I adjust. You can be sure it's second nature for me with this cute thing.

And so repeats the cycle. I slowly pull off from him, licking and teasing along the way, soaking in his reactions of moans and soft coos, his appreciative strokes along my ears encouraging me as I whimper under him appreciatively, grinding against the bed under me and rumbling against his cock. This in turn makes me work harder, getting progressively more and more dedicated until I have to stop on him, his gratuitous strokes over my ears turning into a tugging to keep me from making him blow.

"Nnph... How about we take this a little bit further?" He takes my paw and helps me over him again, kissing me deeply and immediately settling his cock against my tailhole, starting to get me just as excited about this for the same reasons. As he finds little resistance from me, he continues to grind under there, thankfully getting excited enough to make things decently slippery. I get this feeling he won't be patient enough to find some lube, so I actively rub back against him as he goes. "Giving in, eh Jack?"

I barely repress a groan as he starts poking in at my tail star dedicatedly, instead quipping, "And you aren't giving enough!"

I barely get time to smile as my words have their intended effect, making the sergal immediately start growling and even take up the idea of getting me onto all fours before he proceeds. Once there, there's barely any pause before he shoves himself under my tail, making me gasp then moan once he starts biting my neck.

As he sinks slowly into me, I feel the same steady-burn effect way back from when I only had my paws for use back there. The sensation never changes, but feeling someone else's red-hot arousal jammed up under your tail is certainly a lot better than anything you can simulate alone. As he hilts, I hear his growls some more, this time in my ear. "Good enough yet?"

It takes a lot of composure to taunt someone convincingly when they really are doing everything far better than you expected. Choking back a desperate moan, I answer, "Oh, you're actually trying harder? I couldn't tell."

An immediate thrust ends my spiel, defaulting my head to my pillows where I'm in easy covered-up-scream range. I don't have to yet, but as he immediately starts going to town as hard and as fast as he can manage, the feeling is close. I normally grind back against Scarlet to let him know he isn't hurting me, but today's different. I stay still as he slams into me over and over, his dominance the overwhelming sense in the air.

He only picks up speed as time progresses, his obvious excitement from earlier translating to plenty of pre to speed his way along. His relatively idle paws take on a few jobs, but neither of them are merciful. Whenever he notices any sort of accommodation on my end, he sharply yanks on the base of my tail, getting me to yelp and getting him a few extra deep strokes inside me.

His other paw could be helping me out, but that'd let me win. Instead, as he leans over me, it wanders about looking for extra weaknesses of mine. He tweaks my nipples, teases claws over my neglected member, and even reaches up to tease my ears when he feels the inclination.

He doesn't bother to ask me anything again. He knows he's putting everything to full use. He even alternates his thrusts into me, heading deep or shallow or straight for my prostate. Each one, he soon finds, gets a different sound out of me. He also seems to like my involuntary clench anytime he jabs my prostate or yanks on my tail.

I would call it rough, but I wouldn't call it reckless or even too painful. He knows my limits for being his bottom just as much as I know his lasting power heading at this full clip.

As all of the sensations begin to normalize in their rate of exciting me, I try to mess with him back a little bit. I throw myself back into him and reward him for the deep, reaching thrusts he only occasionally gives me. Just like I (kind of) planned, he starts to give me even more of those, making me groan in deep appreciation. I can already feel him lose composure as he quivers and grinds to cover up any half-effort thrusts.

"Mmm... Let's turn you around. I want to see your muzzle, wolfie." He stops, still hilted in me, I flip over onto my back, gasping for breath just as much as he is. He teases me, flicking my nose and making me meep before he continues.

Any protests I could possibly make are eaten up in the renewed sounds he gets out of me, now almost desperate whines as my knot swells the rest of the way up to full. He starts nipping at my neck again, his angle thankfully giving me his stomach to grind against lazily.

It isn't a concern for long, as after another full minute of shoving me full, he starts finally teasing his paw over my poor neglected cock, and I whine only louder as he kisses my nose and smirks at me. "Oh, did you want some help there, wolf?"

I barely whimper out a, "Yes p-please." I groan out as he only continues to torture me, his bucks into my tail mostly coasting us at the same level, not pushing either of us any further. Except, of course, the occasional poke he gives me right in the prostate.

"Couldn't hear ya, wolf. I guess we can stop if you're feeling shy." I only answer him with a desperate grab behind his head, kissing him passionately. I am not about to beg him to force me over the edge.

He closes his eyes, thrusting harder into me again and grinding right against that spot I love. He gradually squeezes my knot harder and harder as he kicks into overdrive, mostly bucking and snarling as we finish.

We have to separate again as I can't help but softly bay out, tossing my head back as I feel euphoric waves roll over me, my tongue hanging out of the side of my muzzle when I run out of breath. I very barely feel him fill me with several virile pulses before he collapses on top of me.

Panting is the atmospheric sound, musk the atmospheric scent, and a paralyzing amount of ecstasy the shared feeling between the two of us. I faintly think about how sticky I am and how I might take care of that, but more than something to clean, it's a sign of just how much he and I enjoyed ourselves.

He pecks my chin. "I fucking love you."

I don't respond for a while, getting him to start kissing and licking my neck until I give him his gratification. "Mmph. I can feel it, you big fluffball."

He noses into me, relaxing quite a bit. I hug my arms around him for a while. "I still can't tell why you'd blow so many guys but still think this would be something to wait for."

I'm quiet for a while. He looks up to me to see if I'm offended. Without too much delay, I answer, "I think it's only this special if both people mean that much to one another, you know? An oral fixation is a little different. It's like the compulsive need to chew your nails or eat pencils. I could break that habit, but I'd rather indulge it."

He starts to get up, pulling me along with him for the shower. "I see. Well you definitely go pretty far with it sometimes, eh?"

I stick my tongue out, getting the water started. "You never complained. Even about me sucking for money."

He's pretty lax, not really in the mood for giving me more trouble. He's actually pretty agreeable when he's blown a wad somewhere in relation to me. He shrugs, eyeing me while we wait for the water to heat up. "I don't think I ever will complain, either. All that experience makes you like...master level."

I blush a little bit. He smiles. Eventually he steps into the stream, inviting me with him. We're pretty quiet as we wash up. I think the general agreement is definitely to hit the bed after this quick wash up. I get his back and he gets mine, and besides a few nice spots on one another that get appreciative shudders, we're surprisingly chaste.

Well, chaste considering us.