Two-Chapter 2
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Two - Chapter 2
Ryjal and I made the mile-long walk back home paw-in-paw. It wasn't often that we made show of our affection for one another. I was a little tense about it, but only because I was worried our employers might find out. Or, even if they knew already, exploit it. I'd heard some girls pine for a knight in shining armor. I'd take a quiet cabin with a fireplace for me and my fox over that any day.
He seemed a little tense. I could tell it was nothing pressing--I knew him--but it was eating at him all the same. It was moments like these that I hated: even if I asked him what was wrong, he would lie to me or pretend it was nothing. I just had to wait it out. He would tell me eventually.
He squeezed my paw then jerked himself against me. I smirked and pushed him back. He smiled back at me, that gorgeous smile. I hated him for it sometimes (figuratively, of course). I felt an unconscious rumbling in my chest, a soft growl at my lips. He could be so distracting sometimes. I wouldn't have it any other way.
We arrived back at his place and I prodded him to the door. I gave him a shameless looking over, licking my lips. My paw strayed to my hip, covering my .45. I wasn't being terribly subtle today, packing my bulky USP instead of my normal carry-friendly 1911.
I let my eyes wander again, this time over the streets and buildings. They were just as they'd been. I chided myself with a silent, quick scowl. I was never "off" the job. I was always concerned for him. My survival was only for his sake. So long as I was alive, I could make sure he was happy and safe. I knew he would hate me if I ever outright told him that, though.
I pushed him through the door, paw pressing against that wonderful ass. He squirmed and yipped, exactly what I was hoping he would do. I slid beside the door, leaned against it as it shut, then locked it with a grin.
"Expecting someone?" he asked. I just grinned at him and pulled him against me, feeling his body fully against mine for the first time in months. I hadn't been paying full attention the first time, but now I felt everything. I felt his heart beating quickly, my arms pinning his chest to mine. His legs squirmed, the smaller fox trying to find a comfortable position to stand. I felt the rough jeans against my own cotton/nylon pants. I could feel his stomach and chest heaving as his breathing deepened. I inhaled his scent--he was wearing my favorite!--and soon joined him in the quiet panting. I felt his small, shapely sheath pressing against my leg through his pants and regretted having a belt to make it that much harder for him to press against me. I growled softly into his ear, eliciting a quiet whine and shudder from him, myself grinning wider.
"I'm gonna take you away from all this, honey. One day." I gave him a soft kiss between his ears, his head buried in my neck but only for a moment. His body tensed and he leaned back as much as he could in my arms, looking up at me.
"Don't say that...!" he said in an angered whisper. "They could hear you!" I nodded in understanding. We both assumed that he was being watched and constantly. No doubt the same was true of me. I smiled sheepishly at him before I spoke again.
"Eventually, though.... Everything changes, you know? Maybe our contracts will run out. Maybe the government will fall. Things happen...!" He didn't answer, just lowered his ears back. "I want to see things through with you until the end, honey. Whatever happens." He took a deep breath. I knew I had just stumbled onto something.
"I worry about you, honey." I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued before I could say anything. "I know you're gonna say 'of course, you do, sweetie,' or whatever. But...I need you. I can't sleep anymore. I keep having this dream. And every time I have it, it just breaks me. 'Dreams aren't real,' " he said mockingly. "I know. I don't care. You are real. I can't stand losing you, even if it's just in my sleep." His fur was bristling and he was shaking. He was trying everything he could not to cry. I gave him a tight squeeze.
"Come here," I cooed as comfortingly as I could before I slid my paws under his thighs and picked up him. I gave him a kiss on those soft lips of his. "I'll do whatever I can. Next chance I get, I'll find a way..." I didn't want to be more specific. Just in case. "Just for you, love. Right now, though," I began a little brighter, "let's try to enjoy things. I just got home. I think we should be doing a little celebrating, huh?" I smiled at him. My words had the intended affect; he looked up at me and smiled weakly, his eyes reddened but happier now. "There's my boy...!" He squeezed himself against me, and I held him close, suspended in my arms.
I carried him to the couch and sat down with him in my lap. He murred happily, his claws tracing over my chest. I smiled back at him and returned the soft growl. It was difficult to hide the stirring between my legs, my tail swaying under him and my sheath quite pleased to have his weight and warmth in such proximity. His paws wrapped around my waist, one wandering to my hip before it discarded the bulky .45 that had been strapped there. I closed my eyes and growled deeper. I knew where this was going...! I hadn't intended on letting it happen so soon, but I was not about to stop him.
I could feel his warm breath as much as I could hear it, his muzzle at my ear to nibble and tug it gently. His paws grazed over my chest, my eager fox ever vigilant to peel my shirt from me. He returned to my ear, fully aware that it was one of my favorites spots; I squirmed almost more than he had in my arms earlier. My pants began to feel quite tight before much longer. His thighs writhed against my own, and I let my paws and claws rake over his legs, holding him firmly in my lap and letting him know just how much I enjoyed what he was doing.
He paused his nibbling at my ear to pull his head back and get a good look at my naked torso. He licked his lips and smiled wolfishly as he let his paws trail down my hips. I shuddered, my spine tingling in response. I lifted my muzzle and he took the opportunity to nibble at my vulnerable neck. I growled and found my paws at his shoulders and feeling over his slender arms.
He must have seen what had to have been a considerable bulge in my pants: he loosened them, letting my peeking tip loose. We both growled in a shared appreciation, his vulpine form slowly sliding off my lap. I licked my lips and breathed a little bit easier and slower, gaining back a bit of focus. I felt his warm breath on my sheath and inhaled sharply myself, another inch of me greeting his nose and lips. "Oh, gods, boy...!" I grit my teeth, his warm tongue bathing over my soft, warm flesh. I exhaled heavily only to feel a paw sliding down my thigh and taking my pants with it. His soft paw pad grazed over one of my circular scars, and I felt cold ice suddenly filling my veins. I inhaled sharply through my teeth
He smiled up at me, this time affectionately. I couldn't help but smile back at him. Oh, that cute face...! If only he knew how god damn beautiful he was! And mine...
His soft lips slide over my tip, so tenderly, so attentively... I howled lowly, and pressed my back against the couch cushion. He turned me into such a helpless pup of a fox. He knew it...He knew it all about me. His tongue did that wonderful thing, sliding from his lips, over my exposed shaft then ever so slightly into my sheath, teasing the yet-unexposed portions. I dug my claws into the arm of the couch, the other paw squeezing helplessly into the cushion, not caring if I pierced the upholstery. I must have spilled out a bit of my treat onto his tongue because he murred pleasantly around it. His lips vibrated as he did--not much, but enough that I could feel it.
I slowly relaxed and murred deeply. My paw moved of its own accord to rest between his ears and affectionately scratch through his fur. I had a moment to watch his tail begin to wag before he sank his muzzle over almost my entire length which was, by now, completely rigid. He whined around my length and pinned his ears back. I inhaled deeply again, my length throbbing against his hot, moist lips and tongue. He struggled to get out of his pants. I knew what he wanted now. My musk must have been powerful with his nose against my groin.
"Get up here, boy...!" I finally managed to say, panting hotly and quickly. He pulled off me with a somewhat questioning look. He left a trail of saliva and pre behind, the mixture attached to his lips from my tip.
"How do you want it...?" He smiled sheepishly and licked his lips clean, apparently aware of the mess.
"I don't care...!" I said through my teeth. My head was swimming and I was pent up. "Get up here! Now...!" I growled and pulled at his arm. I pinned my ears back, wanting him intensely. He got up immediately, his impulse apparently to lean forward first and grab the cushion. He flagged his tail, even as he climbed onto the couch next to me. The sight of his ass--my ass--was too much. He was mine and I was about to claim him. He yelped as I grabbed his hips and gave him a good tug. He reached over to the table next to the couch, but I pulled him back.
"N-no lube...?" He whined and pinned his ears in concern. I was drooling copiously already. Three months and no sex? Fucking right I had something to get rid of! I didn't even have to say anything as I pressed myself against him. He gasped and whined, my tapered tip smearing a mixture of pre and saliva against his tight hole. I let him squeeze reflexively, my incredible fox knowing how to relax himself quickly. I pushed in once I felt his body invite me in and growled lowly, my claws digging into his firm rump. I'd never been this rough with him before...! Never even had sex on the couch!
I groaned as I slid in deeper, hilting myself in one smooth push. He rolled his hips back against me, my length throbbing powerfully in that tight, hot tunnel. I whispered something, but I was too lost in bliss to know what it was. I pulled at his hips, feeling his body against my hips and thighs and his hot ass around my maleness. Oh, how wonderful it was to have him back...!
I squeezed his rear encouragingly as I pulled back gently. He might have been right about the lube; I could tell I was hurting him a little with the friction. I was gentle but forceful. I wasn't going to pull out to let him get lube, not even for second. I needed him. I couldn't let go of him. His body squeezed around me then slowly relaxed as I pulled most of myself free, leaving just an inch of myself inside. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned out in appreciation of him. Normally, I'd have asked before continuing at this point and with no lube. But I couldn't help myself this time. I pushed back in and felt his tunnel squirming the whole while. "Ohhh, foxie...!" I moaned out as I leaned over him, pushing myself deeper and deeper inside.
"Rion..." he answered in a soft moan. He was loving it every bit as much as I was, even despite the friction. It was getting easier, though. All that pent up precum wasn't for nothing: it smeared readily around my shaft as I pumped him slowly. I could every muscle writhing in him, alternately squeezing and relaxing in time to my thrusting. I began to push faster, my paws locked to his hips to hold them in place. His incredible body matched my movements even still, and I moaned out blissfully. I pushed in all the way again, letting my balls rest against his own.
I paused here for a moment to adjust. This wasn't all for me, it was for him. I raised my hips and aimed for his prostate. The shifting caused him to moan out and claw at the couch just as I had been earlier. He called out my name again, this time more excitedly. I knew I'd hit just the spot! I began again, thrusting a bit faster then before. My breathing came harder and faster, and I swore I felt his body getting tighter and tighter around me. I moaned out louder, one of my paws roaming his sweet backside, the other keeping his hips just as they were. I could barely control myself. My knot was swelling and my balls were tensing. Pretty soon I was rocking his body pretty hard, my hips bucking powerfully against his rear as I speared him deeper and faster. He cried out my name and I called out his. Oh, my sweet release....! It was coming!
I could smell his scent in the air, even through the scent of our sex, and I knew he was making a mess on the couch. I didn't care. In fact, I was happy. I reached my paw around his hips and stroked his knot, unsurprised by its presence. I gave him a soft squeeze and grinded my own against his tight star. He yelped out and I knew I was doing something right. I pushed harder with every thrust, his body squeezing encouragingly. I let go of his length and held tight to his hips. It was coming....! I couldn't hold back much longer...!
My hips shot forward again and again, not rapidly but in hard, deep thrusts. My thick bulb kept teasing at his entrance and I pulled at his hips, unable to control myself Harder, harder...! My claws dug in his fur on his firm rear as I plowed inside. I suddenly felt my thick knot squeeze inside, greeted with an intense tug and pulsing. He howled out loudly, a cry of bliss. His body pulsated powerfully, his tunnel throbbing around me...! I arched my back and cried out in bliss with him,suddenly filling him with three months of my release. I didn't try to thrust at all, I just buried my knot as far as I could inside him, letting him grind his prostate over me as he wanted. Oh gawd, how it lasted....! I couldn't stop giving him load after load of my seed, letting him take everything he could from me.
I suddenly collapsed over him, my chest against his back, my stomach over his tail and rear. My length was suddenly very sensitive and my knot tugged against his tight, squeezing ring. We had never, ever tied bareback before...! Ever!
I woke up quite groggily, which was unusual for me. I hoped it wasn't from the sex. Most of the time I woke up feeling pretty good after. I had little doubt that my poor fox was worn out, though. He seemed content enough, a faint smile on his face as he continued to sleep. I smiled to myself and stroked his small, cute body tenderly. I was glad to be home. I was confident I'd be staying a while, too.
I really hadn't intended on falling asleep in the middle of the day, but the rest was nice. It was a good excuse to spend the night at my place, anyway. I had some things I left there. Plus, I'd cleaned it up--Ryjal would be impressed by that! I'm not sure what gave me the idea, but I suddenly had a good one, one Ryjal would enjoy even more.
I excitedly slipped out of the covers and trotted to the kitchen. I slipped an apron on my naked self and set to work, cooking him the best breakfast I could manage. Buttermilk pancakes, sausage, and, of course, maple bacon. He loved his meats, especially for breakfast. I'll avoid the obvious pun on this one....
"Morning, sunshine!" I grinned when I saw that he was already awake. I guess he had smelled the food. "Ignore the clock," I chuckled. It was approaching 1800 hours-- 6 PM for the rest of us. He smiled at me and his fur bristled as he blushed.
"I've known you three years, and the whole time I didn't even know you could cook!" He tried to look offended, but he couldn't stop grinning rather stupidly. I loved it.
"Better not say anything until you taste it...!" I folded my ears and chuckled quietly. I was admittedly nervous about my cooking. He enjoyed it well enough, sitting up attentively after the first few bites. I settled back into the bed next to him, still covered only in the apron. His tail wagged under the blanket, and I chuckled, caressing his form loosely as he ate.
"You're cooking breakfast from now on...!" He grinned then gave me a tight hug. His muzzle pressed to mine rather sloppily, smearing some of the sweet syrup there. I chuckled and licked at his lips trying to clean him. I hadn't noticed him untying the apron behind me. It suddenly slipped off and he had the plate in his paw.
"What're you up to, foxie?" I tilted my head. He held the plate on its edge and let the sweet, sticky syrup drip onto my sheath. I grit my teeth then gasped at the cool feeling filling my taut sheath. "Y-you better clean allll of that up...!" I groaned and sat back as he set to work. I smiled stupidly and held his muzzle down. He suckled attentively, his lips and tongue working over all the right spots. Despite having emptied myself just some hours ago, it was still incredible.
His sticky lips worked slowly over my growing erection. His tongue dug deep into my sheath. I don't know how he did it. Every time I tried, I hurt him when I did that. But he knew how to do it and damn did he know how to do it well..! He slurped the syrup from within before my length emerged to push the rest of it out. He suckled around me, earning a spurt of my own brand to the mix. I held onto his head as he bobbed over my sensitive, hardened foxhood.
"There's a good boy....!" I groaned and rolled my hips. It didn't take long for my knot to swell under his attentions. He slide his paw between my legs and cupped my orbs. He kept suckling on me, taking me all the way in. I moaned and tensed more and more until I released my second load of seed for the day. "Ahhh....! Thaaat's a good boy...! That's a good boy....!" I murred and grinned stupidly. He pulled off and looked up at me with the cutest smile. I patted his butt, and he suddenly gave me a warm, messy kiss.
"All clean down there!" He giggled then hopped off the bed, his tail swaying happily behind him. "Time to shower the rest!" He kept his tail high, his rump in full view. Oooh, that body! I shuddered and chased after him, sharing a hasty, but wonderful shower with him.
We talked in the shower. It was a good time to shut out most of the other distractions,--except for sex, obviously. I hoped he had gotten it out of his system, though that was pretty unlikely. Three months of no sex had to have been pretty rough on him knowing his appetite.
"Know what I just realized that is actually pretty bad?" I said as I swatted his ass into the tub. I seemed to enjoy doing that to him. He noticed and hiked his tail. He swatted me in return as he stepped in. I growled playfully at him and grinned.
"What'd you notice, honey-oney?"he asked.
"I didn't shower earlier. Before breakfast, though I thought about it." I grinned down at him. I expected him to lean over to turn on the water, but he didn't.. I guess he knew I'd swat his ass again. I turned it on to somewhere between uncomfortably hot and very warm. The water erupted from the shower head over the both of us.
"And?" he asked and buried his face into my chestfur, I guess having gotten some water in his eyes.
"My dick was in your ass last night. And you just sucked on it earlier." I tried not to laugh. He hit me playfully on my chest, laughing at himself apparently.
"Yeah. That's true, isn't it?" he raked his claws over my thigh as he leaned over to retrieve the shampoo for our fur. He lazily drained it over my head, careless about where it dripped. He found it amusing. I guess I did, too, but I kept my eyes closed as I smiled. "There ya go!" I scrubbed it in and cleared it out of my eyes as he got to work on his own fur, a bit more carefully than he had been with me.
"I left some stuff at my place. I was thinking of spending the next couple of weeks there for a change. I got a bit more space, you know?" He nodded and shook his fur as he rinsed the lather off of himself.
"That actually sounds pretty good, babe." Somehow my position afforded me more money and a bigger place. I often imagined his job had to be harder, though. In fact, I was pretty sure his body was part of it. There were times where I second-guessed him, but I knew he was loyal. But then, I also knew he had to survive. "I've been thinking of a getting a place like yours...maybe moving in together...?" He tried hopefully, his fur cleaned down to his feet. I grabbed his wrists and held him against me.
"You know how every time we've tried, it's never worked." I couldn't help but grin some more. I was elated by his willingness. "We always get deployed." But not this time! "We've got a lot of work to do this time through. A lot of catching up...a lot of building up...."
"So you think we can really do it this time?" he asked hopefully. I smiled down at him and kissed him tenderly between his ears.
"Yes. I think so...!" He squeezed me tightly and didn't let go. I felt an unspoken tension in his embrace, but I returned it.
"I know it's silly, but I feel like we're doing the wrong thing. We shouldn't have to live like this..." He sighed into my chest. "I mean...we don't really have any friends. And we can only really live for a few days at a time before we're gone for months."
"Stop right there, babe. We'll talk about that later." I kissed him between his ears. "I think it's time we head over to my place, 'kay?"
"No! Let's talk about this now...! You'll ignore me later...!" His ears folded in a challenge and he growled at me. I swatted his muzzle and growled back.
"Don't start with me...! You know I'll end it!" I hated arguing with him, so I usually tried to end it as fast as I could, even if it meant being a bit rough now and again. He sighed and gave up. He muttered something and pulled a towel around himself defiantly. "No, no, hun...Come here..." I lowered my ears and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him gently. "It's not even been a day." He returned the hug, but didn't say anything.
I couldn't help but feel that he was right, though. This life wasn't easy. But I suppose it never was meant to be easy, was it? It felt ironic that I had no problem killing, but I felt awful for yelling at this one, little fox.
We decided on staying at my place for a few days. I helped him gather some of his things. He didn't need much since we already kept enough necessities for two at my place and his. He brought a few sets of clothes and some ammo for the range since we anticipated on going there before we'd be back here.
I ordered some pizza ahead of time and gave them my address. We had a lot of work to do, but for tonight we would just relax. I intended to spoil my fox.