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6.

I could not help it. This was all so unreal to me. I was on a date with a fur who was so attractive our waiter is trying to pick him up. Trent was looking at me with concern now. Probably the way I tried not to laugh.

"Mick, I am so, so sorry about that. We can leave if you want," he pouted.

"No. I'm ok. I just never expected that to happen to me. Someone hit on my date! Next time I'll be more prepared for it. Does that happen a lot?"

Trent grinned sheepishly. "Sometimes... but there are ways to make it more obvious that I'm yours."

"You're mine?"

Trent moved in one fluid motion, leaving his side of the booth and sliding in next to me. He put his hand on my arm. I was to afraid to move, he might disappear like a popped bubble. "If you want me," he breathed softly.

I wanted him, but I feared the pain. Everything ends, and if this was real, it too would end. I didn't tell him that, obviously. And I couldn't very well take out my phone a compose an email to that effect, which I would have been ever so much more comfortable with, so I deflected, "I think the question is... if you want me."

"More than anything I've ever wanted, and I know it's real!" Trent started to get animated, but this was one of the rare instances I did not care what other furs would think. "Nana told me this story. It was something about a superstition and my great uncle who mated a feral donkey... but that's not really important, so forget that. She told how my feelings for you made a lot of sense. That it's... The point is, she wanted to see my eyes when she told me this could be fate. That the universe wants us together."

"You told your family about me?"

Trent's eyes widened. "Just Nana... and Jody, but he doesn't fall under the legal definition of family... and he opened his big mouth and Mom might know I'm seeing someone, but she has no specifics. I don't want you to feel like I'm putting any pressure on you to be the kind of boyfriend who has to take me to family shit. I-I don't want you to ever be uncomfortable with me."

I hated myself for tensing at his touch. This wolf - my wolf - was so thoughtful and- I snatched up the glass of water, taking a long drink, picturing the cool water washing back the emotion that climbed my throat. "What did she see in your eyes when you told her about me?"

"Um, she forgot her glasses, but she said I'd already know what she would have seen. And I did. I do! I like being with you, I like the way you care about things with a real sincerity, I like you."

I wanted to believe him. Maybe I did believe him, but I didn't believe he knew what he was saying. Trent leaned in. This would have been the perfect time to turn my head a couple of inches and resume the deep, passionate kiss he started in the lobby. It would have been perfect, except for one thing. Me.

"I don't understand," I whispered as his lips touched mine.

Trent sighed, his head dipped to rest on my shoulder. "You will... when you're ready."

At that moment Fitz, our clueless waiter who, in my eyes, had lost any chance of a generous tip, reappeared holding two bright colored drinks in frosted glasses. "'Ello, again-" He stopped suddenly. Obviously thrown off by Trent clinging to the cold, overweight, idiot dragon that was myself. "I want to apologize profusely for my earlier faux pas. You two truly make a cute couple, and to make amends, these are on me,"

I looked at the wine coolers. I really don't normally drink, but lately I've been doing all sorts of things I don't normally do. "Thank you," I mumbled and took a long drink.

Fitz cleared his throat. "I believe your boyfriend said you'd be picking the food..."

Oh. Right. I really wished I'd have asked him what he wanted instead of moping. "Uh," I scanned the menu again. It didn't matter what I wanted. I was too nervous to eat. But what would Trent eat? I remembered him eating subs, which they did not serve here. "Uh," I repeated.

Fitz and now Trent looked at me with a sense of suspense that I really didn't think the situation called for. "One... BLT... with fries for me. And a Waffle Burger," Waffle Shack's proprietary burger that they swore was good, but looked like any other burger, except for the waffles acting as buns.

Fitz all but applauded. Trent... did applaud. "So fucking intuitive," his head still rested on my shoulder.

"I like the praise, but you're laying it on a bit thick."

Trent laughed and lifted his head. "Thank you, for giving me a chance."

Again, my understanding failed me. I should have been thanking him.

***

When our food came, I made Trent move back across from me. Not because I was self-conscious, but because I wanted to look at him while we talked.

I don't know if he managed to down the whole Waffle Burger just to impress me, or if he actually was that hungry. We split my fries and I ended up needing a box for the half of sandwich I couldn't finish. Our conversation was light, and mostly directed by Trent.

He told me about his hair, how much of a chore it was to keep his long locks from tangling. I told him how beautiful I thought it looked. As soon as I realized what I'd said, I flagged down Fitz and ordered us another round of drinks. Maybe if I hit my brain with alcohol soon enough, I wouldn't have a new go-to memory to dredge up when my warped psyche thought I was feeling too confident.

After listening to him expound on the merits of late-eighties Austrilasian post apocalyptic action films over those of early-eighties Illyrian revenge-centered action films, he realized he'd been doing most of the talking. To be perfectly honest, I was enjoying the sound of his voice. It didn't matter what he was saying, just that he was saying it to me.

"Sorry," he said bashfully. "I ramble when I'm nervous."

"Remember when you locked me in the supply closet and made me touch you?"

"I think you mean the time you hid in the supply closet and made me beg you for a date, but yes. That pleasant experience is forever seared in my memory," Trent got a wistful gleam in his eyes and I could tell he was replaying that time.

"Do you remember when I said that one of us needs to be confident, and how that was not going to be me?"

Trent's expression changed to that sinful smirk that had me wondering how my plea for him not to worry was about to be twisted.

"Was that an order? Because in my experience, when a dom gives his sub an order that he disobeys, some sort of punishment is called for."

"Wh-what! That's- I don't- Are-," my gods, I couldn't finish a sentence.

Trent's smirk changed to a smile of pure affection. "I love it when you get flustered. It's has to be in the top ten cutest things I've ever seen. Maybe not the number one spot, but have you ever watched feral kittens playing with a box? They fucking love boxes."

I'm glad he was finding this cute. I was trying not to swallow my tongue. "I-is that what this-," nope. Still couldn't finish the sentence.

Trent moved his glass and reached across the table, taking one of my hands in his. "Our relationship is far too deep to label, and it will always be based on mutual affection. I just thought, given your turn-ons meshing so fantastically well with mine, it was only natural to think of us in a dom and sub relationship." His hands stroked mine. "Either way, you're in control. If that's too big of a step, just say the word. I never want you to be uncomfortable... No matter how hot you look when you are."

His words were so soothing. I couldn't understand why I'd just been so flustered. "You're amazing," I blurted out, finally something that counted as a complete sentence.

"I know," he winked. "Confidence," he said with his eyebrows raised.

How could I not open my heart to this charming, out-of-my-league, mildly annoying wolf? My mind was still on his dom/sub comment. "It might come as a surprise to you, Trent, but I'm not as worldly as I look." He laughed, but still held my hand.

"We'll take it slow. Emotional and physical. Every step, we take together. If you don't like something, we don't do it. How's that sound?"

"Like I've sold my soul and I'm about to learn the horrifying catch that comes with you."

"Oh, I'm not expensive enough to warrant that. You bought me a Waffle Burger and I'm ready to give you ownership of any holes in me you want."

"Be serious, Trent. I... don't want to hurt you. I don't think I could do it. If you're going to ask me to do to you some of those things we saw in that movie..."

"Well, first off, I'm bigger than a fox, so I don't think you could hang me from a shower rod-"

"Trent!" Was he ever serious?

"Secondly, those are movies. Good movies, granted, but still just movies. What we do - will do - is going be a lot safer and a lot more enjoyable for both of us."

"I don't know. What if-"

"Trust," Trent interrupted me. "All great relationships are built on a sturdy foundation of trust. The whole dom/sub thing is just another trust game. We're just trusting each other with our fantasies. Besides, it's not like it's a twenty-four/seven thing."

I tried to simile, but my trepidation was enough that even our waiter could have spotted it. Trent spoke of trust like it was that simple. I didn't trust myself, and I was only starting to trust that Trent wasn't in this just to break my heart. I liked him, but we were so far apart, it scared me.

Speaking of terrifying prospects, Trent kept talking. "So, where ya taken me next? Remember, dinner and a thing. You promised. What's my thing?"

Yesterday, safely ensconced in my solitude and rusty chariot, I had this brilliantly romantic plan that suddenly strikes me as... dumb. "Yeah, about that..." Trent's eyes were lit up like Christmas tree lights. "I had this... idea. It's stupid," oh so stupid, "that if I owed you... we could," I'd dump me for this crime against smoothness, "have a reason for the two of us to do this again... sometime... if you want, that is." I couldn't look at Trent. I had no idea how that was taken but, I'm sure it wasn't good.

Maybe I'm the masochist here, because I did look up from my empty glass.

The sight paralyzed me. Trent, my wolf, my boyfriend, was gazing at me, his chin propped up on his hands. His eyes glistened, and he stared contentedly in a way that threatened to make me emotional at how sweet he looked.

And then my darling opened his mouth. "I want to have your babies."

What? "What?"

"If I had ovaries, they would have exploded."

"I-is that a good thing?"

"Yes! You, you too cute, romantic, cocktease, dream! How the fuck were you available? How did I get so lucky?"

"Have you met me? I'm a mess. The real question is, how did I end up here with you."

Trent jumped up. "Take me. Your place. I need you."

"Ok. Let me just-" Trent wasn't waiting. He pulled out his wallet and was about to open it. "Put it away." The tight growl in my voice startled me as much as it did Trent. "Sorry. I just- Let me pay. I took you on a date, and I don't want to be one of those scalies that hoard their money. You mean more to me than that."

"Mick," his voice cracking with emotion.

I'm the last to brag, but if he knew how tight my finances really were, he might have spontaneously grown those ovaries he said would burst if he had any... Not that I'm exactly sure what he meant by that.

***

I paid Fitz, telling him to keep the change, amounting to less than the customary fifteen percent, but more than he deserved for hitting on my boyfriend. Trent clung to me as we left the Waffle Shack. We nearly stumbled a few times, but that amazing wolf insisted on being as close to me as he could without, as he put it, getting another public indecency charge. I asked him what he meant by another, and he just mumbled something about bocce ball and a curse. I never imagined furs that hot could be as weird as I was. It was... comforting.

We pulled into my apartment's parking garage. As soon as the car stopped, Trent was out the door, running around the back to come around to my side. He yanked the door open and I winced, momentarily concerned that the door would break off its hinges. He pulled me out and I decided to try something.

"Down, boy," I said with all the confidence I could fake.

Trent gawked in surprise for only a moment before that devilish grin reappeared and he sank to his haunches, right there in the garage.

"I-I've got a few things in the trunk. I picked them up yesterday... just in case things went well."

Trent howled in laughter. "Was there ever a doubt?"

I shrugged walking over to the trunk. To his credit, Trent stayed crouched where I left him. In the trunk was a nondescript white bag, filled with the purchases I made at Glen and Glenda's Adult Entertainment Emporium. I swear, next time I make a purchase like this, I'm doing it over the internet. Like a normal scaly would.

Trent was still squatting when I closed the trunk and walk up behind him. I watched with awe the level of self control he exhibited. Motionless except for an occasional flick of the tail or shiver of anticipation. And the way his skin tight jeans displayed the glory that was his ass. It was a work of art.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Let's go."

***

Trent pestered me the entire way to my door, trying to see what was in the bag. "Assorted things," I kept telling him, but he was insistent.

I pushed the door open and Trent was on me like I was a piece of meat. He grabbed my shirt, pulling our faces into a teeth clacking kiss. His passion swept me up, my hesitancy melted and I jammed my tongue into his waiting mouth. His lips pressed tight, trying to hold onto my tongue even as I drew back, needing a gasp of air.

The second we parted, Trent was pulling his shirt off. The wolf kept the presence of mind to drag me towards my bedroom. We stumbled, locked in another kiss, collapsing onto my bed. My head spun and the next thing I knew, Trent was straddling me, pinning my shoulders to the bed, looking at me with his smiling maw.

"Wanna see what I have in the bag?" I reached above me to where the bag landed. "I got some scented candles... and some lube that's supposed to tingle, and some things that," I coughed to cover the nervousness in my voice, "vibrate."

Trent leaned down, in a flash his tongue shot out, flicking my nose. "I prefer your scent, but let's take a look at the rest."

He hopped off, letting me sit up and dump the bag between us. "I smell?" What did he mean by scent?

"Like sex and cinnamon," he answered absently as he opened a package containing a vibrating butt plug that came with a remote control. "This one." He passed it too me. "First, fuck me."

"Uh... lights off?" I asked. Trent was already wriggling out of his pants.

"No."

That's what I was afraid he'd say. I tugged at my shirt, not at all confident in what was under it. Trent paused, nearly naked and looked at me as we both sat on the edge of my bed.

"You are beautiful, Mick. I really want to see you, but if you don't want too show me yet..."

I sighed, thinking it over. "Alright... For you. But don't blame me if this kills the mood." I started pulling it over my head when Trent's touch caused me to jump. His lips traced a path from my belly button to where my shirt acted as a blindfold. Our lips met in another sloppy kiss as my shirt was flung across the room.

Trent slid down with the grace of a practiced gymnast, kneeling in front of me. Unfastening my pants with his one-handed trick so his other hand could tweak my nipples. My back arched and I filled the air with a guttural noise I'd never known I could make. I was dimly aware of cool air hitting my now exposed nethers, but the second that hot, wet wolf mouth covered it, I was lost in a world of pleasure.

"So thick," Trent moaned between slurping sucks, "want it in me."

"O-ok," I grunted, "then stop doing that before I-" his tongue lapped at my slit, breaking my train of thought and nearly pushing me over the edge right there.

Trent laughed at my spasm, my hips involuntarily bucking towards his face. Another spry move and he was kneeling on my bed, bending forward on all fours. I stood behind him, instincts and a lot of secondhand experience from watching porn guiding me into the next phase.

Oh, gods. Seeing his naked form! If I thought his ass looked fine in those skinny jeans, this was some sort of transcendental experience, the type on which whole religions have been founded. I soaked in the glorious sight, the two perfect orbs, the beckoning crease leading to dangling ornaments of pure sexuality. I leaned forward, planting a hard kiss on that supple furred cheek, then another. Something took hold of me and I gave him a soft bite.

Trent moaned in wanton lust. He looked over his shoulder, tongue lolling to the side. "Claim me. Claim your bitch, you dragon stud!"

"Not my bitch," I leaned on him, one hand caressing his back, the other his long, hard cock, "never my bitch. You're so much more to me. Everything." I pushed him over, I wanted him on his back. I wasn't going to fuck him like a feral, at least not our first time. Our first time, I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted to remember his look as we came. I wanted him to see the adoration on my face.

Trent chuckled, tossing me the tube of lube I'd bought. "Remind me to teach you what roleplay means later."

I squeezed out a good amount, probably more than was necessary, but I wanted Trent to feel only pleasure, no pain. "I know what roleplay is," I said with mock indignation. "I'm not that sheltered. But this is special. It's our first." I rubbed the lube in my hands, warming it.

"Did I mention, if it was at all possible, I'd want to have your babies?"

I bent forward, teasing his pucker with my tongue, longer than Trent's tongue I was sure, and licking along his taint. "You're so weird sometimes," I said with nothing but affection.

"Yeah," he shuddered at the press of my slicked finger, "but you love that about me."

"I do," I agreed, slowly pushing into the ring of tight muscle. "But no dom and sub, no alpha and bitch tonight, no games. Tonight it's just Mick and Trent."

"Mick and Trent," he gasped as my finger went in.

It's worth noting that, although I knew what I was doing in principle, and had done a fair bit of research, putting it into action was... new to me. But when I hooked my finger, finding that soft bundle of nerve endings right where they were supposed to be... let me tell you, there is no greater confidence booster than coaxing out a scream of ecstasy from your boyfriend using just a finger.

Trent's legs spread wider and his hands clenched fistfuls of my bedding. His breathing got ragged as I added a second finger. The lube covering my digits began to tingle, just like the tube advertised. I could only imagine what Trent was going through. Watching him writhe, and feeling his velvety embrace was turning me on like nothing had before.

He pushed himself more frantically, trying to impale himself on my fingers. "Please, Mick," he begged in a panting whine, "don't make me wait any longer."

I leaned over him, balancing myself on one arm to give him another kiss. He nipped my lip, whimpering as I withdrew my fingers. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my stomach, his precum leaking into his fur and my scales.

Trent wrapped his legs around me, squeezing as I entered him. Slow, easy stabs. I aimed every other pump to strum his sweet spot.

"Harder," he screeched.

"Don't... want to... hurt you," I grunted with every thrust.

"Please!" he insisted. He grasped at me, pulling me in deeper.

My thrusts became more chaotic, Trent's noises more wild. In the back of my mind, in the small part not consumed in this mind blowing experience, I couldn't help but think to myself, so this is what my life's been missing.

I could feel myself tighten, release not far away. I leaned down on my wolf, putting more friction on his grinding cock as we rocked into each other over and over. We came together, his seed splashing between us, mine shooting deep. Trent's claws raked my back, adding a final sensation, a sweet sting to the electric ecstasy.

I slumped forward, resting my head on his heaving chest. His fur was damp with our sweat and his sticky cum, but it was the only place I wanted to be.

"Oh, Mick," he whispered, his hand stroking along my jaw.

My eyes closed and I felt myself drifting. I forced my eyes open, not wanting to fall asleep crushing my boyfriend. He whined plaintively as I finally pulled out.

"Trent?" I asked hesitantly. "Will you stay with me tonight?" I wanted this warm haze to last forever, and I would understand if he had other things to do, but I wanted him with me.

"Yes." His voice one of utter contentment. I crawled up beside him, ready to hold him through the night. "Wait," he said. He reached for the plug I'd nearly forgotten about. He ran his tongue around it. A sight that had my body arguing whether it was sleep or another round of sex that it craved more. "Put it in me," he said, "I want to keep you in me while we sleep. A-and it'll speed things up in the morning. If you want to do that again."

Of course I wanted this to happen again. It reminded me of what he said when I told him I wasn't sure if the date would lead to where we were. "Was there ever a doubt?" I said with a smile.

***

I woke to the soft trilling of Trent's snores. My heart fluttered at the memory of last night. It really happened! Gods, how I wanted that lazy morning not to end. But reality was a nagging harpy and I had pressing needs to take care of, and there were sanitary concerns I had about letting my poor wolf sleep with all that dried cum in his fur. What if he'd get itchy? I had very little knowledge about fur care and I could have kicked myself for not thinking to research that earlier.

I reached to pat him with the arm not trapped under him, but stopped. A wicked thought came to me and I reached instead for the nightstand where I'd put the remote for the vibrating butt plug Trent insisted on using. It had four levels, I thumbed the lowest setting, curious what sort of reaction this would get.

The second I pressed it Trent yelped, jumping. He spun, a look of surprise mixed with mild annoyance. I couldn't help laughing, but I did try not to.

"Funny, Mick." He tried to hold onto his annoyed look, but broke, leaning in for a good morning kiss. "I assume that was my wake up call?"

"Yes. We'll shower, then I'll see about finding us some breakfast."

Lupine eyes shimmered. "I know what I want for breakfast," he said.

I felt a hand sliding along my thigh, cupping at my balls. Trent licked his lips and threw the covers over his head, making his way lower. I was quick to put a hold on that, pushing his chest gently.

"No, Trent. Showers first." That darn pout of his could have melted the polar ice caps, but I was going to remain firm. In more ways than one. "Trent... do you know where that's been? Let me wash up first. Then we can play, alright?"

"I know exactly where it's been," he said petulantly, "let me start your day right, then I'll brush my teeth before we kiss. How's that sound?"

"Sounds like, for a wolf who's into domination and submission, you're not very good at taking orders."

He actually shivered with a moan. "You better punish me! Force me to suck your dick! That'll teach me, and get it clean."

I rolled my eyes and pressed the remote's button again.

"Gah! Fine! Fine. But, let's share the shower."

Surprisingly, my brain, which seems intent on sabotaging any joy I might have a chance at, could not find an objection to that. "I like the sound of tha-" before I could finish, Trent's mouth was enveloping mine again.

***

My bathroom, like the rest of my apartment, was small. Trent liked to call it intimate, but no, it was small. I bent over to turn on the faucet and nearly pushed Trent over with my tail.

"Sorry!"

Trent just laughed. "It's cool. I was actually just about to grab your ass, so, karma?"

There was no hiding my blush as we stood there naked. I folded my arms, feeling every inch of that nakedness all of a sudden. "Uh... the shower's kinda small. Are you sure you don't want to take turns? I can go get breakfast started."

I tried to slip past him, but Trent's looks aren't just for show. He's fast and strong too. He braced himself in the doorframe, not budging when I tried to brush him aside.

"No escape, Mick. Blush all your cute ass wants, but we're getting in there, you're pushing me up against that wall, and fucking my brains out."

"Well... if you insist." Who was I to argue with my boyfriend?

I stepped back and let Trent strut by me. It was going to take me a lot of getting used to, this being in a relationship thing.

"Fucking shit!" Trent shrieked, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What!" I yelled, my heart pounding.

"The water," he grumbled, shaking the water from his head, arm and leg. "It's ice cold."

"Oh! I am sorry. I wasn't thinking. I- I take cold showers... they're invigorating. Sorry," I probably would have felt worse if the wet wolf wasn't so funny, with his stern frown that couldn't hide the laughter in his eyes. "This is all new to me. I'm used to using my shower time for quiet reflection and... yeah, I'm sorry."

He smiled. "New priorities, Mick. The shower is for sex, showering, and then quiet reflection, if there's time." Before I could muster any indignation at a change in my routine, Trent bent at the waist to adjust the faucets and give me an eyeful of that lupine ass. He knew what he was doing.

We made out while the bathroom filled with steam. Both of us getting worked into a frenzy. Maybe if I lived in a better apartment building, I would have been more concerned about the noise, especially when I unplugged him.

Trent bent over the sink, screaming for me to refill his hole. We did not make it to shower sex, but that would leave me something for next time. And I was certain about there being a next time.