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A bustle of laughter pierced through the dismal mood and the low rumbling of speech that often emanated from groups of people crowded into a certain buildings, causing Siaru's ears to twitch towards the sound of someone having fun. He looked back down towards his half-drunk glass of over frothed beer and gave it a look of contempt. Writing could be dull at times, so Siaru had decided to take breather by heading over to the local corner club to indulge himself into a drunken stupor in order to drown out the omnipresent thoughts of what to write next. In a dark corner of the room, the half-filled table-for-two sat beside a dreary window covered in dust, a fitting setting for how the poet felt, with nothing but overcast clouds to dull the mood outside and a gloomy musician with an even gloomier tune to dull the inside of the club.

"I could be up there" he thought "playing something lively or dirty or even a sad ballad." The musician slipped and missed a note, recovering his tune and a not so respectable rate.

"Or something that would tear at the heart and not at the ears." Deciding not to brood over the musical forces at work, he picked his mug up and gave it a hearty drink, already feeling the effects of a lighter mood and a lighter head. As he lowered the mug, he found he was not alone at his table as someone was proceeding to sit at the empty seat beside him.

"Oi, fuzzball" growled a snide yet very familiar voice "shouldn't you be writing some lovey dovey fairytale romance or some other crap that helps you get off at night?"

Ellis. How could anyone else be so sarcastic and cruel on the outside yet so loving on the inside was beyond Siaru's understanding. Truth be told, Ellis was a character and a half that would require a thorough analysis in order to describe using words, so the short version will be used for now. If he were to be put into one of his so mocked 'lovey dovey fairytale romances' he'd be the guy who would poison the princess just so he could wake her up with the magic kiss and claim his desired reward. Physically, Ellis was a slightly larger than average wolf with rippling dark grey fur and green, determined eyes that would make a painted portrait blink. He was a student (and a part time teacher for the lower classes) so he often had the look of annoyance painted across his face, mostly caused by all the work put upon him due to his give and take schedule. He sat down beside Siaru with a slump, the smell of alcohol faintly drifting off of his body. Ignoring the remark about his nightly activities, Siaru was unsure whether to be happy or sad by the arrival of his unpredictable friend.

"Ellis! It's nice to see -" A swift motion of Ellis' hand cut Siaru off. A chilling silence came over the two as they sat beside each other, Siaru looking at Ellis, Ellis looking at the wall opposite him. However long this situation lasted is out of context, but the silence was broken as Ellis brought up a bottle wrapped in a brown paper bag, placing it with a dull thud onto the near empty table.

"Ellis! You know they don't like you brin-"

"Quiet girl, the owner knows me well enough to let me bring in my own damn drinks." He worked his head up to lock eyes with Siaru, breathing softly as if to ease the weight upon his own mind.

"I'm just worked up is all. The university wants me to have an ungodly amount of work completed by tomorrow and I've had no time to treat myself to any simple pleasures. A bottle of stiff drink solves that problem, if only a little." He lowered his eyes as Siaru came to empathise with him, the poet being in a similar situation, only with less demanding clients. Suddenly, Ellis leaned forward to within a snout-length away from Siaru's face.

"But I know an even better way to get a bit of relief" he whispered, an eerie grin spread wide across his face. Siaru tensed up at the haunting gaze staring into him. Suddenly, the chair beneath him was kicked out from under as a rough hand grabbed the scruff of his neck, forcing him down onto his knees. He gave a quick look up to see the cruel smirk on Ellis' face peering back.

"You looked like you needed another drink. So why not help out both of us, eh?" With that, Siaru was forced between the spread legs of the larger wolf, his muzzle being pressed into the crotch region of Ellis' quality pants. He could feel the movement beneath the fabric, the growing length that was soon to be serviced by his own muzzle.

"And try to keep it down, ok? The table can't block out the sound of a greedy slut like yourself. Now then, get to work, yeah?" Siaru found the top button already undone; only having to undo the zip to get to the cock that was just straining to be let lose. The zip gave way and Siaru pulled down the front of Ellis' underwear, almost being slapped in the face by the sudden spring of the member. Uncertainty washed over Siaru as he remembered where he was, inside a cornerclub at a peak time, though with Ellis, there was no backing out. He shifted over to the wall, giving the pulsing red cock a few wet licks to pleasure the wolf in front of him. A muffled voice came from above.

"Hey, I don't want any of this soft stuff. Get in there like a man!" Doing as bid, Siaru took the cock into his mouth, gently moving his muzzle back and forth, slickening up the mass inside his maw with more gentle caressing from his tongue. He decided that subtlety for himself was the key to his current performance, and in order to not get caught he made a few small sacrifices, taking a hand away from his own pants. His muzzle was moving quicker, lips clenched onto the shaft as he felt small dribbles of pre mix into his mouth.

"Mhm, you really are good at these girly things eh?" Like every other time, it was in Ellis' nature to degrade Siaru with remarks, but he only used them to fuel his now desire to pleasure the wolf. The large knot on the shaft was bumping into his nose by now, being driven by it's own natural desire to get inside and knot any hole it could. Siaru chose to ignore it due to the fact that subtlety was the key, and having his mouth get knotted while trying to be discreet was counter intuitive. Ellis grabbed the back of Siaru's head and forced him to keep working on the throbbing cock, thinking akin to Siaru and not pushing the poor writer into being knotted. Siaru felt the penis tense up, spilling a little more pre into his maw.

"You ready for your drink, little whore?" Ellis chuckled in pleasure, jamming Siaru's head down as far as it would go onto his shaft as he orgasmed, white fluid flowing straight into Siaru's maw. He swallowed as much of the salty drink as he could, some spilling out of his mouth onto the tiled floor of the club. The now semi limp cock gave its final few spurts of creamy goodness into the hungry maw, a sigh of utmost pleasure and relief coming from above the table.

"Just make sure everything down there is clean and put away before you come up, ok?" Another sarcastic remark from the triumphant. Siaru cleaned up the sticky, limp cock with his tongue, savouring the last few drops of cum left. He even went a step further, swiping a finger across the floor to pick up the spilt remains, licking it off his fingers. When he felt everything was somewhat clean, he tucked the flaccid shaft back into Ellis' underwear and zipped then buttoned up the fine pants. He emerged moments later to resume his seat.

"Ah, I'm feeling a lot better now, don't you? I always thought drinks were best taken straight from the tap, eh?" Ellis gave another crude laugh. "Anyway, I gotta go now. Lets just hope everyone else thinks that stuff around your lips is beer froth!"

END

Cadray, 2013