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--1

"Be honest with me," said the wolf in a queeny tone, "how can you say you love my hair one second and start snipping it off the next?"

Kado was crouched over his client. The lower half of his face was hidden by the back of the wolf's head and his lush black mop of hair. The husky dog's eyes were thoughtful yet mischievous With a grin, he started to snip again, and paused only to wet the hair with a spray bottle. "Customer's always right, honey," he said in his cool, gay baritone. "'Sides, I like to think hair looks even nicer when I get through with it." Snip, snip, snip he went again, this time gently pinning back an ear to trim around it.

Despite an interest in hair care, his skill in delivering it and his outright gay sexuality, Kado was far removed from the common sissy in that he didn't look the part of a fabulous barber at all. Tall, athletic, toned and perpetually sneering, the sight of Kado elicited thoughts of a gay club bouncer rather than a hairdresser, but he insisted it to be his calling and he demonstrated his skill daily. His fluffy sled dog coat in orange-browns and creamy tans with highlights lent a handsome and striking appearance. Green studs looking like sour candies in his ears helped make him look more charming while at the same time broadcasting his gayness if you knew what you were looking for.

"Now tell me, what kind of a look are we going for here?" Kado asked as he pinched up and trimmed at the ends neatly. "Just a trim like usual or do I actually get to work for it?" he teased.

"You know what I like," the wolf grinned, meeting Kado's eyes in the mirror.

"Ohh, don't I," Kado crooned with dripping enthusiasm. As he snipped, the floor around the chair grew filthy with black locks. Damp clumps of trimmed hair clung to the cape in greater numbers as the wolf's sleek new do emerged under Kado's careful touch.

The particular customer in Kado's care came in once a month to get his messy black hair trimmed down into some semblance of obedience; and he insisted without compromise on Kado's counsel every time. Kado noted that he wasn't eclectic to the point of leaving otherwise, but there was a distinct preference; Kado was clever, far from being so oblivious as to not notice his popularity. The wolf he was trimming wasn't the only man who came in and requested him.

Although he trimmed diligently, Kado's coy smile mellowed out and eventually withered away when his mind wandered. His popularity at work was a source of perturbation ever since his live-in boyfriend made an incident of it.

All of those cute boys line up to have you play with their hair and flirt with them! was the flavor of the moaning. Kado usually soothed over the argument with reassurances and rough anal sex but even those wiles were losing their luster. Flirting was just how you got better tips, he insisted and believed. It's only cheating if you go through with it.

"Kado?" the wolf asked, snapping Kado back into reality. He met the wolf's eyes and smiled vacantly.

"What's up?"

"Since you're getting me dolled up, you want to go to dinner tonight?"

There it was, as nonchalantly as that. Suddenly Kado felt like a hypocrite and an asshole for considering the prospect, if only for a second and if only in a naive, platonic way.

A small mercy was that his work was through, opening a window for escape. He started to dust off the wolf's shoulders when he uncomfortably chuckled, "Sorry, cutie, I've got a pretty boy waiting for me at home." Don't say threesome, Kado thought.

"Figures," the wolf shrugged. "Hot guys are always taken." In spite of being snubbed, the wolf gave Kado his usual ten dollar tip on top of the thirty dollar price tag of the haircut. The husky felt dirty when he pocketed the money.

--2

Kado shuffled through the door to his apartment and dropped his keys on the kitchen counter. There was a time when coming home meant a hug, a wet kiss, and perhaps a blowjob or a quick fuck right on the island counter. That had been a year ago, well before paranoia crept into the picture and replaced all passion with wary queries and disbelieving gazes.

As he reached into the fridge and grabbed a day-old bucket of fried chicken for a snack, Kado bitterly recalled a month ago when his boyfriend had actually gone so far as to sniff around his crotch. What the husky had coyly mistaken for an invitation turned out to be nothing more than a leery inspection. Kado had mostly stopped caring since then despite some lingering, automatic affection.

The former apple of his eye wandered into the kitchen backlit by the sunset glow in the shaded den window. Gabe was a typically slim fennec fox with a lack of hair on his head, bearing only natural fur there, which was a self-made point of conflict between he and Kado. In actuality, Kado considered not having to cut his boyfriend's hair a relief. In time, he came to liken that explanation to trying to stick the pin back in a grenade.

"You're home early," the sandy, big-eared fox said. He had a distinct way of keeping his ears splayed back with their deep cups tilted towards Kado whenever he was annoyed, which was exactly how Gabe presented himself now.

Kado had already started to tear into a cold leg. He swallowed hard and absently held the bucket out to his boyfriend who declined with a curt wave. "Only by like ten minutes," he shrugged. "Things were slow today so we closed up early."

"Not very many guys wanting their hair cut, huh?" Gabe asked, tilting his head. The amount of vitriol he could pack into such an innocuous question was queerly admirable to Kado. Gabe should have been an actor, he thought.

Although he knew his relationship was just circling the drain by then, Kado didn't necessarily like the situation. With all the diplomacy he could muster, he said, "Listen, honey, let's just have a nice night, huh?" He smiled a smile forged in grief, not at all convincing to a miffed boyfriend. "We can watch us a nice movie... I can rub your ears... Come on."

Gabe smoothed back some imaginary hair and sighed heavily. In his tight cadence he said, "I don't want to fight, if that's what you're trying to suggest here. I really don't."

And here it fucking comes, Kado thought, surprisingly zen about the situation.

"But you hanging around all of those other guys and touching them and flirting, it's not right. I didn't get into this relationship and pull up my roots to move in with you so you could cheat on me."

Kado drummed his fingertips on the island counter and flicked a piece of gristle around with his tongue. Finally he swallowed it instead of bothering to spit. A leery glare slanted his eyes and his curled tail lashed to whatever extent that it could. "Gabe, you're goddamn crazy," he groaned. "I like the hair, not the guys. The flirting just happens because, hello, it's a gay salon. If I cold-fish all of them, I don't get shit for tips and there goes this nice apartment you pay a quarter of the rent on."

Gabe's features tightened up. His teeth showed and they glistened with spittle. His big ears splayed back against his skull. He was barely chest-high to Kado but he knew the dog wouldn't hit him even under the most extraordinary of circumstances; but all he felt then was boiling anger and a dangerous hiss signaled it.

Kado had the gloves off already and he tore into Gabe, backing the fennec up into the den. "I've never cheated on you, ever. Not fucking once! I don't even think about it when all these little twinks whisper how bad they want to suck my dick and lick my asshole. I could get fucked six ways to fucking Sunday, every day, if I wanted to. Instead I come back so I can try to convince you that I still give a shit!"

The fennec stumbled over his slippers in the floor, caught himself and started to cry and sniff, but the anger was still most prominent. Kado wondered if he was crying in indignity or impotent fury. "You're a slut, Kado! I don't know how you can lie to me like this, not when I gave up everything to live with you!"

Kado felt something snap. He leaned over Gabe and cackled a mad, nasty laugh with twisted humor in it. "You moved out of your ex-boyfriend's garage to stay with me! You gave up a concrete floor and roach traps to live here!" And Kado suddenly thought with crystal clarity: this is poison. I was never like this before.

For a moment, no more words disturbed the apartment. Deadly silence from both Kado and Gabe. The aquarium bubbled; the TV chattered with whatever Gabe had been watching. Finally Gabe said, "I'm sorry, Kado."

Warily, Kado asked, "Are you really?"

"Yes... I want to give you another chance."

The husky shuddered and smoothed back his hair with both paws. "Gabe, don't."

Though most of his anger had vanished in a slurry of tears and sniffles, Gabe kept his stance. "That salon job of yours is pushing us apart and you know it."

Kado heaved with a sigh. "Gabe, no more, okay?" A beat. "Just leave tomorrow. I'll give you a few hundred bucks to just go away and start somewhere else. We're done."

"You're breaking up with me?" Gabe bleated.

"We broke up a long, long time ago, honey," Kado said with no pleasure. "Let's just call it quits here. Let it die with just a little dignity."

"I... Fine," Gabe said, blinking sharply at the dog in disbelief. He marched off to the room they shared. Kado heard the closet doors open and he felt a weird kind of relief as he sat on the couch.

Gabe came out a half-hour later. "Um. I packed up a bag. Do you mind if I take your old duffel?"

Just a glance up at Gabe. Kado seemed ashamed to look at him. Both of them had weary, bloodshot eyes. "It's fine, yeah."

Silence. "You think we're really done?"

"I do," Kado answered tonelessly. "Look, I did love you. I still care. I just can't do this even one more time or I'm gonna lose my mind."

The fennec nodded his head slowly and sagely. With sincerity Kado was startled by, Gabe said, "I'm sorry." They didn't see each other again that night. Gabe spent one more night in their bed, alone. Kado snoozed, slumped on the couch.

--3

Kado woke up sideways. An infomercial quietly played out on the TV and it was the only life in the apartment before Kado sat up and rubbed tiredly into his eye sockets. A crust of tears broke loose in his fur and he sniffled with emotion he was surprised to feel. That he hadn't been able to feel guilt until he was unconscious made him question his own empathy.

The dog looked half-heartedly for the remote. When he didn't find it he ignored the TV and peered into the bedroom, doing so with all the fervor of a little boy at Christmas morning. He hoped to see Gabe in bed. Maybe they could fix things again after sleeping on it.

But Gabe was gone and he hadn't even left an outline in the bed. The sheets were pulled up neatly and Kado's duffel was missing along with the swath of Gabe's clothing in the closet.

Bleary-eyed and lonesome, Kado stumbled as if hung over to the kitchen where he foraged. A whiteboard on the fridge used for I-love-yous and requests for groceries in better times bore a clinical message from Gabe to Kado. Left early to stay with ex, be back for the rest of my stuff later. No hearts, no crudely-drawn joke penises, only grim acknowledgment that things were through. Kado bitterly wiped at the marker with his paw pads and smeared it into illegibility.

While a breakfast burrito sizzled and oozed unappetizingly in the toaster oven, Kado texted his boss with a simple but blunt request for the day off. For much of the morning he moped and sighed and watched TV aimlessly, breaking up his monotony to feed the fish.

For the first time in a long time, he lamented a lack of friends. Gabe and his clients were the entirety of his social life. By cutting the knot with his troublesome boyfriend, he had vacated any kind of non-workplace socializing from his life. This realization made him ponder a great many things. Suicide was the least of them but drinking seemed like a good place to start.

Gabe always kept a bottle of whiskey in the freezer. Cracking it open put a devilish smile on Kado's face. "Now you don't have anything to come back for," he thought as he poured a shot.

Kado drank it hard and fast. It burned sickeningly against his uncultured tongue and took the breath out of his throat so quickly that he wondered if the drink wasn't a mistake. But when the heat gave over to that cough-syrupy slow burn, he had another and found himself just vaguely enjoying the heat. Pondering a third and more, he left the bottle and the shot glass on the counter.

It was nine in the morning and he was buzzed. A distinct yearning crossed his mind: sex. Hot, raunchy, fast sex. If he had been half as much of a slut as Gabe had insisted it would have been trivial to call up a fuckbuddy. Instead he settled for the next best thing.

Against the counter with his pants around his ankles, Kado viciously jerked and choked his fat cock. Since the fights with Gabe began, he had become increasingly more familiar with his own penis for the second time in his life. Jerking off so soon after the breakup felt weirdly cathartic and pleasurable beyond the scope of just touching himself, however. He grunted and clenched his teeth as he worked with paws made sloppy by a liquor buzz. Before he wouldn't have even fantasized jerking off in the kitchen. With Gabe gone it was his prerogative to beat it wherever he wanted.

Thick pre slopped to the tile and diffused its polished gleam. Over the dead stillness of the kitchen was the constant, wet slap of Kado's padded paw slamming up and down the give-or-take foot of blunt-tipped husky cock he owned.

Jerking harder and faster with strangling, cock-ring squeezes at the mouth of the sheath now. Kado's heavy balls drew up taut to his crotch and tucked in like a neat, furry coinpurse as the pleasure rose. Kado came with a reserved hiss and an arch of his spine. The seed shot and collided with a splat into the tile, leaving a zig-zagging line of sticky whiteness.

"Aah... God, that was hot," Kado huffed to himself. Hearing his own voice through the blur of the whiskey was like an out-of-body experience. His tones seemed alien. For a few moments longer he pawed at his shaft, milking and gathering the dregs of his bountiful orgasm into his paw. When his shaft proved too tender to keep stroking, he raised his paw to his lips and blushingly cleaned the pads and fur with naughty laps of his long tongue. Cum wasn't a new flavor to him even if bottoming was never his style but he couldn't remember the last time he'd tasted himself. He found that he liked the salty sting.

By the time Kado got himself showered and dressed, the buzz had worn thin and he felt he was ready to face the world. Although he didn't feel up to working, he went to the only social hub he could think of: the mall, where his place of employment operated. To the twenty-something gays whom came in to get their hair cut at the fashionable little salon, Kado was a minor celebrity, and some of his regular clients waved and greeted him. The dog wondered for just a second why they were all so timid as usual, none lunging for his junk, and then he remembered: nobody knew he was single yet.

Kado would have liked to keep his public image as taken and chaste if not for when he dared to peek into the salon. There at the counter stood a fine blonde thing and Kado couldn't help but overhear the conversation.

"I guess so, but my friends all told me I need to see some guy named Kado." The blonde flipped his hair. It hung to the middle of his back and a thick braid of handsome locks hung over one of his shoulders. It was natural for Kado to always see the hair before he saw the rest. Indeed, when he made himself aware of the body attached to all of that pretty hair, he felt a tentative lust he was used to suppressing with relative ease. No accusing glares awaited him when he returned home. The knot was cut.

"I'm sorry," the swish young skunk at the register said with an apologetic smile. "But I promise I can take good care of that hair if you'll compromise, sir."

"I don't compromise on my hair, sorry," the twink said. Kado saw that he was a fox - sort of. The orange fur and big, white-tipped tail were dead giveaways but there was something more to him. Bands and a mask like something from a raccoon lent a sly stylishness which Kado found immediately endearing.

It was time to strike. Kado stepped into plain view of the skunk. The foxcoon turned as soon as he realized the dog's presence. "I don't blame you, I don't compromise on hair either," Kado smiled, offering his paw. The tod gently shook it. "I'm Kado, I'm showing up a bit late for work. Can I help you?"

"Ah!" the twink beamed with white, needly teeth. "Yes you can."

As Kado led the boy away, he shot the skunk an apologetic little grin. The husky paused at a vacant chair and spun it around. "Just have a seat, cute thing," he said. When the foxcoon obliged, Kado raised him up and tied a cape around his slim little neck. In a moment of total self-servicing, Kado gathered up the twink's hair and filtered its silky locks through his fingers with a widening grin. "All right, I've gotta be honest with you."

"What?" the fox warily asked.

"This hair's perfect already. Please tell me you don't want it cut off," Kado moaned.

The twink laughed sweetly. "Oh, no way. I have no personality without it," he grinned, and so did Kado. "I just want the ends trimmed."

"That I can do, no problem," Kado smiled with a rub on his neck. As he undid the braid he remarked absently on the cuteness of it as he slipped the rubber band at the bottom around his wrist for safekeeping.

With his skilled eye, Kado began to snip away at frayed and dried ends. "I can tell you take real good care of yourself," the dog mused. "Very pretty stuff here. Natural color, too! You're a lucky little thing."

"Thanks," Kado's client chuckled. "My girlfriend helps me out."

Kado paused and a smirk creased his lips. "No offense, but... Is she actually a girl?"

"Yes," the fox blurted and laughed. "I'm as surprised as you are."

The husky resumed his work with a grin. It was going far, far faster than he'd hoped. Handling pretty blonde hair was something he loved. "Getting yourself dolled up for something special...?" he asked with rising inflection.

"Nah, just part of my routine. Nice hair takes a lot of work."

"Don't I know it," Kado agreed. "Well then... I think we're done," he sighed. "Mind if I tie your braid back up?" The twink gave his consent and Kado went straight to work. Under his touch, the foxcoon's braid looked as though it had never been undone in the first place. "What do you think? You're a handsome little thing if you ask me."

The fox smiled and caught Kado's gaze in the mirror. "What do I owe you?"

"Ten bucks for the trim," the dog said, untying the cape. It was customary not to mention the tip.

Just after he slipped out of the chair, the twink pressed a ten into Kado's paw. The dog smiled tightly but said nothing at all. As it turned out, the foxcoon had something in mind. "I could either give you a few bucks for your trouble," he said lowly and conspiratorially, "or I could give you something else."

Kado's ears perked and his cheeks burned. His first thought was a gentle but emphatic rejection. Gabe's gone, said some uninhibited and horny part of his conscience. He eased the boy deeper into the slight stall where the mirror was recessed. "And what about your girlfriend?" he asked with his crocodile smile.

"You're not looking for a relationship, are you?" the fox probed.

"Honey, I just got out of a shitty one last night," Kado wearily stated.

"Then that works for both of us. A quick fuck does wonders when you're lonesome," the twink smiled.

Kado sighed. Suddenly the moment was tense. Sex or rejection - it was a dilemma. So suddenly as to be a surprise to even himself, he grabbed the twink by the arm, slipped out of the salon with him and disappeared into the janitor's closet just around the corner.

--4

Underneath a naked, dust-caked bulb, Kado sat his admirer on the creaky, low workbench and hauled a folding chair up and out of the cobwebbed darkness which he propped under the doorknob. When he lunged on the twink, the tod squeezed him close and their lips met in a harsh, smothering kiss dominated by Kado's long and slobbery doggy tongue. Alone with the fox, he went for the hair and petted it with reverence and lust alike while the small tod fumbled with the buttons on the dog's shirt.

Kado ground crotch to crotch with the twink and broke off the brisk kiss. A line of drool sagged between their lips. "Lemme take care of you, hot stuff," the twink huffed to Kado. With no compunction Kado backpedaled and the twink dropped off the bench, first to his feet and then to his knees in one quick movement. Black fingers with soft pink pads tugged down Kado's zipper and unfastened the pesky button of the fly to bare blue boxer-briefs. Underneath them was the outline of a plump sheath from which the first inches of an impressive cock emerged.

While the twink took down his pants and boxer-briefs with function over flair, Kado asked, "What's your name, doll?"

"Desmond," the foxcoon answered as his eyes fell on Kado's emergent manhood. Its blunt tip bore a dull gleam in the tired, yellow light but it was the size of the flesh which enthralled the fox and made his tail swish. Desmond grasped the sheath in a soft paw and the heavy balls in another while he set his slippery tongue to work on the growing cockflesh.

From Kado's thick chest came a content and rumbling growl. Unfamiliar lips and a strange but eager tongue on his cock had him shivering and feeling guilty. Again he told himself that Gabe was gone. It was time to enjoy a healthy sex life. He threaded his fingers through Desmond's hair and said absently, "Heh, that's a really cute name."

"So is Kado," Desmond chuckled as he took the front inches of Kado's blunt cock beyond his lips. Instead of working himself up to a good pace, he hungrily gobbled down that fat cock from the outset with harsh sucks and messy, slobbery slops of his tongue. Rarely did he keep a good seal on the dog's cock and so a slurry of drool and musky pre ran down to coat Kado's cock and smear into the fur dressing his sheath.

Gabe could be messy, Kado thought, but he was ever mindful of keeping a tight seal. He was more about the sucking. Desmond reminded him that the tongue mattered just as much. "Ooh yeah," the dog grinned with a happy wag. "I haven't had a good blowjob in a few years..."

Desmond broke off the suckles and laps to smooch and nuzzle the shaft. He asked with a lurid huff, "Your ex didn't know what he was doing, I take it?"

"Not really," Kado admitted. "He was kind of a prude..." His petting on Desmond's head slowed and he remarked, "There was so much stuff he wouldn't let me do."

The twink peered up at Kado. Beneath the convincing sympathy lurked complete perversion and Kado could see it in those shallow green eyes. "Like what?"

"Off the top of my head," Kado murmured, "he wouldn't let me lick his ass. It's kind of a dog thing," he sheepishly chuckled.

Desmond broke up the momentary silence with a suckling smooch on Kado's tip. The dog shuddered and shot a wad of pre past the twink's lips. Desmond smacked those lips and then murmured, "You never ate your boyfriend's asshole, huh?"

"Nah, never."

"Will mine do?" the twink grinned with one blonde eyebrow popped up.

"Thank god, I didn't wanna ask," Kado snickered. He watched with an impatiently-throbbing cock and a moistening tongue as the foxcoon squirmed out of his pants and bared a g-string. When he reached for that, Kado stopped him with no explanation.

The fox sneered in his vulpine way as he climbed up onto the workbench. On his knees and with his paws on the wall, he glanced back at Kado over his nearly-bared ass and invited the dog with a languid sway of his tail.

Kado's firm but trembling fingers brushed over the taut cheeks of Desmond's ass. A moment later he hooked his fingertips in the g-string and teasingly rolled it down but he paused well before it was off. While rumbling with a lewd growl he forced his nose up under the root of the foxcoon's bushy tail for a gentle sniff. Desmond's scent was very much obvious to a tender nose but it was subtle and inoffensive. Kado shuddered and pinched the g-string in his teeth to pull it down around Desmond's ankles.

Thus bared was the twink's ass and Kado wasted no time. Those same trembling paws parted the hard cheeks to bare the winking, pink pucker between them. The dog leaned in again and the first treat that pucker received was not a lick but a long, humid exhalation.

"Ooh, gawd," Desmond hissed with curling toes. "Don't tease me too much, c'mon..."

Kado grinned and pecked Desmond's tail hole with a kiss. "Is your girl waiting up on you?"

"She is," Desmond panted, "but she won't mind us. Just eat me, sweetheart."

Thoughts of Gabe ebbed in Kado's mind like waves but he decisively shunted them away when he buried his snout in the furry warmth of Desmond's ass crack. Hungry and slobbery laps quickly matted down the plush white fur and slathered the pucker to a gooey sheen. Kado was pleasantly sloppy in his work as he lapped over Desmond's asshole. Again and again he slurped against that quivering little ring to render Desmond gasping and crooning in what was unambiguous bliss.

Between Desmond's legs hung his uncut and comparatively modest meat. Its tip was just bared to the cool air of the closet, flush with hot blood and drooling slippery pre. One of Kado's groping paws brushed it and returned to it a moment later to tweak rather than pump.

"Ooh, god," Desmond grunted as he pushed his ass eagerly back into Kado's shameless snout. To oblige the foxcoon's desires, Kado forced his thick tongue against the twink's pucker to wedge it in. Such a big, slobbery tongue had its work cut out for it to fit in so tight an asshole but the dog was nothing if not determined. With a rumble in his chest he worked its pink length into Desmond's ass, parting those velvet walls with his most tender muscle.

With Kado's tongue awkwardly slobbering inside of him, Desmond crooned and arched his spine. His clenching was involuntary and it slowed the dog's work but Kado single-mindedly drove his tongue further in and lapped wherever he could with those few inches. Desmond's behind naturally resisted but the husky kept up with lewd hunger and willpower. In the determination of the rimjob he gripped the fox's hips and held them quite still, ignoring Desmond's shaft, but the foxcoon seemed to be happy with just the rimming.

Hunched over Desmond's prone ass, snarling and slobbering so voraciously, Kado looked and sounded like a total beast. This characterization wasn't lost on Desmond whose ears had splayed back as thrilling prey instincts kicked in. However much his instincts warned him of the situation, however, he knew himself to be in capable paws. "Ooh, my god," he whined through a shudder, "that's fucking amazing..."

Kado's cock was slopping great streamers of pre onto the floor, staining an already well-stained mat of old and ripped carpeting. In his hungry slobbering of the twink's ass he had subjected himself to every facet of that subtle musk and his arousal couldn't have been more complete. Though he hated to stop a good thing, he yanked his tongue out of Desmond's ass with intent to put something much more satisfying in there; but first came the fingers, long and thick ones with plush pads on them. Kado buried one up to the knuckle, choosing the middle for its length but the vulgarity of its message was an amusing afterthought as he watched his bird plunge into the twink's slick asshole.

"You're fucking tight," Kado grunted. In and out he pumped his thick finger, savoring the manner in which those anal walls gripped and writhed against it.

Desmond was softly shaking as he took the dog's meaty digit. "I won't be once you get done plugging me," he chuckled almost nervously.

Kado suddenly grinned big and toothy and he added his index finger to the pumping. In a moment of self-abuse, he gripped his shaft in his submissive left paw for a few awkward pumps to keep his cock fluffed. "Foxes like you live for the big dicks, don't you?" he chuckled. "I've heard stuff about foxes and stallions that made me blush."

The husky noted the cute, incriminating silence but said nothing more on the matter. Instead he curled his fingers down and made sweeping come hither gestures along the twink's walls, and with each drag he felt the fox's taut body shudder. To know that Desmond appreciated a good prostate massage put a smirk on Kado's face, but down in his other paw his shaft was throbbing harshly, its length slathered with saliva and pre alike.

Finally Kado slid his fingers free of Desmond's hot and subtly loosened asshole. Hotly he growled, "I'm gonna fuck you silly, cutie."

"Go for it," Desmond growled back.

Kado made to do exactly that when he grabbed Desmond by the hips, turned him over and held him at the edge of the creaking workbench. Desmond helpfully kept his shapely legs apart while his coy, pretty eyes trained on the husky's handsome face.

It was with a paw on Desmond's hip and its twin bracing his thick cock that Kado bumped his blunt tip to the twink's asshole. With no fanfare but a rumbling growl, Kado pushed forward and entered the twink, spearing a cute gasp out of the boy.

"So damn tight," Kado hissed as he ground in, unhanding his cock to hold both hips. Desmond, he realized, wasn't actually as snug as Gabe had been but the fact that Desmond was a handsome faggot whom certainly got around added to the dirty appeal of the act. His grin was thus wide and toothy when his hips pressed up flush to Desmond's ass. Behind him, his curled tail wagged nearly enough to blur, fanning potent musk around and stirring up motes of dust under the yellowed light.

When Kado started to buck, Desmond pulled down and simultaneously sat up to meet him half way. He pressed his sticky black lips to Kado's for a harsh and slobbery kiss which left the both of them blushing. Desmond was embarrassed to taste his musk on Kado's tongue just as Kado was humbled by the taste of his cock on the foxcoon's breath. Spurred on by the casual fuck itself, Kado bumped his hips vigorously into Desmond and he suckled with an unstoppable hunger on the twink's tongue. Desmond grasped his own penis to stroke, but a moment later Kado swatted his paw away and took over on that cute, uncut cock for himself.

Displaced by the penetration, all of the slobber coating Kado's cock and Desmond's anal walls noisily shifted and filled the still air of the closet with a cacophony of wet suckles and squishes. A hair noisier than that was Kado's bass rumbling as he nipped at Desmond's tongue and swabbed the twink's palate with his own harsh laps. Desmond himself was all but silent beyond the odd, overwhelmed squeak of pleasure which Kado's thick shaft and pumping paw subjected him to.

Desmond's anal walls clenched and writhed around and against Kado's invading penis. It was unknown to Kado but the twink was purposefully clenching down to tease the dog and make him work harder. For Desmond, there was subtle pain but the pleasure of being dominated by such a handsome husky far outweighed it.

Even if Kado had known Desmond was goading him into rougher sex, he certainly wouldn't have eased off. If anything he would have obliged the twink even further, but even then he was quite steadily ramping up his hurried fucking. With every harsh thrust he bumped the twink back but Desmond kept pushing himself into the husky's bucks.

In the intimacy kiss, Kado was growling as lowly as ever but Desmond's whimpers and squeaks were all the more common. Kado had already figured out that such noises were how Desmond signaled his pleasure. When he broke off the kiss those warbling cries filled the still air and almost certainly penetrated the walls but he couldn't bring himself to care. In a way he hoped someone would catch them, and suddenly he mentally berated himself for blocking the door.

Desmond's cries were frenzied and so was Kado's work. Grunting and gasping sharply for breath was Kado as he gave Desmond everything he had. Such a hard fucking with such a big dick would undoubtedly leave Desmond limping for days. Under his paw he felt that uncut cock throbbing, its flesh so hot and tight; and suddenly the twink locked up, squeezed down with his asshole, and arched his spine while a thin and strangled cry escaped his clenched teeth. He bucked against Kado and shot his load into the husky's pumping paw which never slowed, thus keeping that climax almost painfully intense. "Ooh shit, shit," Desmond squeaked. "Oh gawd, my ass hurts...!"

Kado finally shucked his hand off of Desmond's cock and in a moment of savage dominance Gabe would have never tolerated, he jammed his sticky fingers into Desmond's mouth. Fingers which had been just recently buried in his ass, fingers covered in his fresh and sticky cum, but Desmond suckled like a whore on them, gripping Kado's wrist not to push the dog away but to keep him close.

Wearing a massive grin as he pushed on Desmond's tongue and even gagged the twink, Kado fucked that foxhole so harshly that he pounded the workbench against the wall. Again and again he bucked with greater speed by the second; and his balls drew up to his loins as his breathing was ragged and beastly. Thick, dirty fingers drilled into Desmond's maw and pressed the faggot's head against the wall. Kado grit his teeth, arched his back, buried his bone, and orgasmed with explosive force. The seed gushed deep into Desmond's quivering, sore ass and his muscular body quaked as the climax mired him.

A long, shuddering moment of climax later, and Kado withdrew his fingers from Desmond's maw. They were clean, save for saliva. "Ooh... Goddamn," he said in a chuffed tone. "Was I too rough with you...?"

The twink foxcoon was bent awkwardly against the wall, blushing and disheveled but glowing. "You were," he shuddered. "But I like it that way."

Gone was Kado's dirty grin, replaced by a sheepish and apologetic smile. "That's the best tip I've gotten since I started cutting hair, cutie."

--5

Kado softly set his keys on the kitchen counter along his way to the den. It was beset with a lonesome silence. Only the gentle shuffle of his feet on the tile and carpet upset the stillness. In the daylight and in the secrecy of the janitor's closet with Desmond, Kado had felt as if he could cope with Gabe's absence. Now in his dark, quiet apartment Kado felt especially lonesome. Even a cold, accusing presence like Gabe's was better than none at all.

The dog turned on a few lights and the TV for some noise. Dour talking heads on the evening news provided something to take the bite out of the dead quiet of the apartment. He fed his fish and appreciated, if only for a moment, their cute googly eyes and dopey mouths.

With the noise of the TV at his back, Kado stepped into the hall and paused at the threshold to the bedroom. He flicked on the light switch and peered forlornly at the unmolested bed. In an awkward, urgent sort of moment he rapped his short claws on the door frame and gnawed his bottom lip, putting little ruts in it. Calling Gabe was out of the question, this much he knew. Lonesome though he was, Kado was loathe to bring the poison back. Before he left the bedroom, he switched into clothes befitting the bachelor he was, which was to say sweat pants and a beater.

Once Kado had washed his jeans with his wallet still in them. Ever since that day, he religiously checked his pockets for items before he tossed anything into the hamper; and aside from his wallet and some pocket change, Kado found a scrap of paper this time. It was a receipt from a fast food joint he hadn't gone to. Badly crumpled from being hastily stuffed into his pocket, it had to be flattened out against the dresser before he could make anything out. On a whim he turned it over. A lewd smile crossed his face.

thanks for a good lay, it read. call me sometime! Dez

Fucking a stranger in the janitor's closet was one thing. Bringing that same stranger home for more of the same in his apartment tied up a knot in his stomach. It was then with some reluctance that Kado dialed the scrawled number, but it pleased him to hear a sweet little hello on the other end.

"Hey, Desmond, right?" Kado asked.

The fox chuckled in Kado's ear. "It is, this must be Kado." There was a pause and a little gentle breathing. The fox coyly asked with what Kado knew had to be a smile, "Called for phone sex?"

"Ah, no," Kado laughed. "I spaced out, sorry. Things are really quiet here, this is my first night without my boyfriend around."

"Ex-boyfriend, right?" Desmond probed.

"Yeah," Kado stiffly replied. Quickly he added, "Hey, I don't want to waste your time with my baggage."

"Fair enough," murmured Desmond. It wasn't the response Kado had hoped for or expected, but he didn't resent the fox. "What did you need, honey?"

Kado idly perused the fridge while he shuffled through the conversation. It was out of nervous habit rather than hunger that he did so. "I was wondering if you'd be down for doing something tomorrow night after I get off work," he said.

A thoughtful hum from Desmond. He started to say something when a voice Kado couldn't hear clearly seemed to ask him something, to which Desmond answered, "Yeah, it's that guy I hung out with earlier." The dog was unable to keep from smiling. "Sorry about that. So you wanna do something, like what?"

"Dinner," Kado blurted. "Movie, whatever."

Desmond paused again. "Like a date?"

Finally Kado bumped the fridge door closed and he sat up on the island counter. "Well, yeah," he chuckled. "You were fun and pretty cute. I'll pay."

The dog listened as Desmond seemingly stood; then he heard a hushed conversation. When Desmond came back on the line he said, "I'm stepping outside." And a moment later he said with disappointing frankness, "Honey, I'm all for a quick lay if we have the time, but I'm not comfortable with a date."

"How come?" Kado asked. It took great effort to keep his voice under control. The emotion nevertheless seeping into his words was not an angry one. Rather, he sounded dejected.

Desmond sighed. "Because, honey," he began, "I've got a girlfriend and I'm happy with her. I know it's weird, we sleep around but we're not romantically open. We don't want a third wheel."

But of course Kado had forgotten the most crucial element of all: the girlfriend. He wanted to explain to Desmond that his advance wasn't callous but ignorant. Instead he just stammered and groaned.

The foxcoon's tone softened when he said, "I'm sorry."

"No," Kado blurted, "no, don't apologize, don't be sorry." In the awkward and unforgiving silence to follow, Kado swallowed and huffed into the phone. "I need to figure some stuff out with my life. I'm sorry this happened."

"I wanna say something helpful," Desmond nebbishly muttered.

"No was helpful," Kado chuckled with dry humor. "Gabe's gone. I gotta get over that on my own time. If I see you at the mall again," he sighed, "I promise I won't make it weird."

The fox laughed a quick little cackle, as if it escaped before he could wrangle it. "You don't wanna make it weird? You already crammed your tongue up my ass, that's about as weird as it gets."

Kado sharply laughed for himself. "I'm a dog," he pointedly said. "If I could lick my own I wouldn't need to do it to you."

Then came a sweet little laugh, impish and embarrassed to Kado's ears. "I need to get inside. It's cold and my nipples are hard. Take care."

I will, Kado wanted to say, but Desmond hung up. The dog briefly felt a flash of anger. He thought it was rude, but no; what more was there to say?

Kado's stomach growled heavily. Feeling empty and listless, he didn't want to eat. He appraised the fridge and the pantry anyway and came up empty-handed so he went through the motions and ordered a pizza. He did it online just to limit his interpersonal contact as much as he could.

While he waited, Kado poured himself a stiff drink of whiskey and downed it in one shuddering gulp. He downed a second and called it quits while he was still vertical.

TV kept his buzzed mind company in the most terse sense. Talking news heads chattered and he filled his head with talk of war this and ebola that but the bullshit of the world didn't compare to the hole Gabe left in his heart, the one he felt Desmond had wrenched even further open and more ragged. But he couldn't blame Desmond, only himself. The thought made him cup his face in his paws and he let loose with a long, low groan. It went on for many seconds, as if an evil presence were braying out of him. When it was through he flopped back on the sofa and stared at the TV screen.

Time passed unnoticed. Suddenly, a buzz at the door. Kado dragged himself to the intercom and buzzed the delivery person in. He lingered in the kitchen and got out his cash while he waited. When the door finally opened, he was ashamed that his mood nearly changed quickly enough to give him whiplash, for dressed down in an embarrassing red jacket with a matching hat and a big, square vinyl bag was the most adorable sissy twink of a skunk whom Kado had ever laid his eyes upon in all his years of cutting hair.

"Hi," the striped thing smiled. "With the delivery charge, your total is eighteen forty-six, sir."

Kado smiled big and wide. "Step in for a sec," he cooed and closed the door behind the skunk. The delivery boy started to open the bag up but Kado grabbed his wrist almost threateningly. Everything was soothed with a dirty grin. "Just leave it in the bag, it'll stay hot."

The dog sent the skunk off some fifteen minutes later with a generous tip that had more to do with the sex than the pizza. Kado stood with his pants around his ankles and his spent cock hanging between his legs while he munched gooey, loaded pizza. The bachelor life, he thought, might have something going for it.