A Creative Session
#1 of The Collaboration
Hey everybody! This story was done as a trade for HolidayPup after doing this awesome art of my fursona. This has been done for awhile, but I've finally got around to posting it. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.
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Thomas grumbled and hoisted his half busted laptop bag up the stairs to Sirius's apartment. It wasn't often that the Coyote left his cramped apartment to write with others, but the Great Dane had made him an offer that he couldn't refuse. Thomas was not the type of guy to turn down a meal that he didn't have to cook himself. The pair had met before and had hung out in various venues around town, but had never actually hung out in a private setting. As Thomas walked up the last couple of stairs, his tail started to wag, hopefully the Great Dane wouldn't notice the Coyote's excitement.
Both Thomas and Sirius became familiar with each other through their creative work. Sirius was a talented artist, while Thomas was a talented writer. Finally, Thomas worked up the courage, with the help of a few equally talented friends, to reach out to Sirius. After one conversation, the two of them realized that they lived in the same town and had very similar interests. The perfect ingredients to form a friendship.
Thomas managed to stop his tail from wagging as he walked down the hall to the Great Dane's apartment. He stopped in front of apartment 21, took a deep breath, and knocked. The Coyote shuffled his feet nervously, waiting for any kind of response.
"Come on in," A deep and warm voice called out from inside the apartment, "Make yourself at home."
Thomas did as he was told and walked into the apartment. It was bigger than his apartment, and had much fewer people in it. The Coyote's beachside apartment may have been in a much nicer location, but Sirius's apartment was by far nicer. It was a newer building, with far less wear and tear than the aged complex Thomas was living in. Also, the Coyote was sure that the Great Dane's living situation was far better than his. Sirius was definitely not living in a crowded two bedroom apartment with three other people.
"Sirius?" Thomas called out into the apartment, "Where are you?"
"Just down the hall," Sirius replied, "I'm doing a study."
Thomas smirked and walked down the Great Dane's hallway. The door at the end of it was open slightly, and the light was on. The Coyote opened the door wider and blushed hard. Sirius was in there, flexing in the bathroom mirror. He turned to look at the Coyote, wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans and a nonchalant smirk on his face.
"Hey," Sirius began, "I'm glad you could make it."
Thomas chuckled and looked down at the green and white tiled bathroom floor.
"Me too," Thomas replied, "Do you mind if I ask what you're doing?"
Sirius blinked as if he were surprised and looked back at the mirror.
"I'm trying to draw a subject with muscles," Sirius chuckled and flexed again, "Like these."
Thomas shook his head.
"How can you do that from memory?" Thomas asked, "Wouldn't it be better to take a picture?"
The Great Dane shrugged.
"I prefer this approach," Sirius replied, "I'm sure you feel the same. It must be easier to write the things you write with a physical understanding of your subjects."
Thomas blushed even harder. The Coyote mostly wrote stories with an erotic element. In other words, sex was his business. Thomas knew what he was talking about, he didn't like to say that he was easy, but he knew his way around the male form, his preferred subject.
"It is," Thomas chuckled nervously, "Are you going to put a shirt on?"
Sirius looked in the mirror and shrugged.
"Why should I?" Sirius replied, "I'm at my home aren't I? Hell, you could take yours off if you wanted."
The Coyote looked over the Great Dane and blushed hard. It was very rare that a male could make Thomas unsure about himself. Sirius, in his herculean glory, accomplished that feat. Besides, Thomas felt attractive enough in his tight jeans and form fitting long-sleeved grey top.
"I think I'm good," Thomas began, "Is there a good place for me to write?"
Sirius looked over at the Coyote.
"Just relax wherever," Sirius began, "I'm almost finished up here. I'll join you in a little bit."
"Okay," Thomas smiled, "I'll be on the couch."
The Coyote walked out of the bathroom and down the hallway. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his laptop. As it booted up, he thought about what the Great Dane said in the bathroom. There was no reason why he couldn't make himself comfortable. Slowly, he pulled off his sweater and tee shirt and threw them to the side. He wasn't too muscular, but was by no means unfit. His job at the local aquarium kept him busy enough and kept him from accumulating too much unwelcome weight.
Against his better judgement, the Coyote posed on the couch. He was on his stomach with his tail lifted and his legs spread slightly. He was sure that Sirius wasn't interested in him, but in the slight chance that he was, Thomas was ready. The Coyote pulled his pants down enough to show the black and gold waistband of his underwear and browsed through his laptop until he pulled up his current writing project.
This wasn't one of his series. The Coyote was writing something non-committal, a one shot about a Husky who hooked up with a professor during a snowstorm. He read through the work he had done throughout the week, editing some passages as he did so, until he reached the end of his writing.
"Oh Thomas," Sirius chuckled, "I'm glad you came around."
The Coyote looked back over his shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Thomas asked coyly, "I just made myself at home, just like you told me to."
"You certainly did," Sirius replied, "Would you mind making room for me?"
Thomas looked around the Great Dane's living room.
"It looks like you have enough room to me," Thomas began, "You aren't going to be shy are you?"
Sirius smirked.
"You are such a bad dog," Sirius shook his head and chuckled, "You know that right Thomas?"
The Coyote shrugged.
"I'm only a bad dog when I get the chance to be," Thomas stuck out his tongue, "Most guys tend to make me behave. I guess you're slacking."
"If I didn't know any better," Sirius stuck out his tongue in return, "I'd say you were flirting with me."
"You know I'm a flirt," Thomas chuckled, "I thought you knew that. After all, you did draw that very risqué portrait of me."
Sirius smirked and put both of his paws up. The Coyote chuckled and sat up on the couch.
"Hey," The Great Dane replied, "You told me to capture your personality. I just did what I was told."
Thomas smiled up at Sirius.
"And you did a wonderful job," Thomas began, "Even if I can't show it to my mother."
Sirius chuckled and walked around the bar that separated his living room from his kitchen. He pulled down two cocktail glasses.
"Would you like a drink?" Sirius asked, "I'm making some Highland Creams."
Thomas shrugged.
"We might as well start now," Thomas chuckled, "Thanks Sirius."
While Sirius busied himself by making their drinks, Thomas pulled his laptop back into his lap. So far, he was having a blast. Thomas was by no means an introvert, but his work schedule didn't give him a lot of time to hang out. It was funny, the Coyote was under the impression that a college degree made your life easier. That must have only been true for people with degrees in Fisheries who stayed in Alaska. Thomas didn't mind though, his job at the local aquarium was enjoyable albeit nowhere near as lucrative as a manager job up in the snowy North.
"Here you go," The Great Dane handed the Coyote a glass and sat down beside him, "I hope you like it."
"I'm sure I will," Thomas smiled and took a sip of his drink, "So aren't you going to start drawing?"
Sirius took a drink of his cocktail and shrugged.
"I'm doing a study," Sirius smirked, "I'm looking for inspiration."
"For what?" Thomas chuckled, "Are you drawing another naughty pin up?"
"Maybe," Sirius replied, "Maybe I'm drawing something with more than one person?"
"Something dirty?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, "Had I known you were going to invite me over when that kind of thing was going on I would have said no. I am a classy gentleman after all."
Sirius snorted.
"What is it you're writing again?" The Great Dane chuckled, "Another gay porn story?"
Thomas fell silent.
"Fair enough," Thomas replied, "What are you drawing today?"
"Well," Sirius squirmed a little, "I wish I could tell you, but it's a surprise."
"Oh come on," Thomas chuckled, "Why can't you tell me?"
Sirius pat the Coyote on the shoulder.
"Because I'm going to show you," Sirius stood up from the couch, "Come on. Let's go up to my room."
Thomas blushed.
"Your room huh?" Thomas replied, "How many guys have seen the inside of that?"
The Great Dane smirked and held out a paw.
"Very few," Sirius smiled and winked, "Now, are you coming or not?"
Thomas nodded and took the larger Dog's hand. Sirius seamlessly hoisted the Coyote up and led him around the corner to his room. The artist had what Thomas assumed to be a standard setup. There was a desktop computer surrounded by paper and a large tablet. The Coyote sat down on the Great Dane's full-sized bed and put his paws in his lap.
"Be ready to be blown away," Sirius chuckled and booted up his tablet, "I think you'll really like it."
"Ok," Thomas smiled and looked around the room, "You really do have a nice place here."
Sirius shrugged and logged into his tablet.
"It's a place to live," Sirius sat down beside the Coyote and pulled up the picture, "It's a good place to unwind."
Sirius handed the Coyote the tablet and chuckled.
"I'm sure your writing cave is just as nice as this," Sirius nudged the Coyote's shoulder, "If we do this again maybe I'll get the chance to check it out."
Thomas chuckled and shook his head.
"My place is a dump," Thomas replied, "I don't think hanging out at my place is ever going to happen."
Sirius blinked.
"Come on," Sirius chuckled, "It can't be that bad... Can it?"
Thomas sighed and put down the tablet.
"I don't make that much money," Thomas replied, "And you know how I'm living. I know I've told you."
Sirius sighed and nodded. The last thing that the Coyote wanted to do was to make the Great Dane feel sorry for him. Sirius looked at Thomas, leaned forward, and firmly embraced the Coyote. The pair sat on the Great Dane's bed in silence for a long while.
"Thomas," Sirius sighed as he broke the embrace, "I wish there was something I could do to help."
Thomas looked down at his footpaws.
"Look," Sirius rubbed the back of Thomas's head, "Just look at the new sketch. Tell me what you think."
Thomas looked back up at the Great Dane.
"Just come downstairs when you're done," Sirius continued, "I've got to get dinner started."
The Coyote nodded and looked down at the Great Dane's tablet. Thomas's eyes went wide and an involuntary gasp escaped his lips. Sirius chuckled and walked out of the room. The sketch was of a Coyote, one that Thomas could only assume was him, sitting on a white, wooden window seat. The Coyote was nude, except for a red satin sheet that covered his legs. It was a beautiful work of art, and Thomas could only imagine what the finished project would look like.
Thomas sighed and set the Great Dane's tablet down. He got up and softly walked halfway down the stairs. Sirius was in the kitchen, busying himself with four steaming pots. The Coyote chuckled and walked out into the kitchen.
"Do you need any help?" Thomas asked, "You look like you have your paws pretty full here."
Sirius jumped a little and turned around.
"Oh no," Sirius began, "I've got this under control."
Thomas chuckled and leaned against the counter. The sauce, a thin tomato sauce, was very close to boiling over. The Coyote watched and waited, a smile growing on his face as the sauce started bubbling out of control.
"Hey," Thomas stepped up and stirred the sauce, "Let me help."
Sirius nodded gratefully and focused on the beef and pasta.
"What are you making?" Thomas asked, "I don't recognize this."
The Great Dane shrugged and set his wooden spoon to the side of the stove.
"It's just a little something," Sirius began, "I don't really think there is a name for this. It's just something my mom used to cook."
Thomas nodded. Normally he was a little wary of eating things that didn't have names. In this case, Thomas ignored that worry. The food, whatever it was called, really smelled good. Sirius stepped forward and turned off the heat on the sauce.
"I'm going to move this for a second," The Great Dane lifted the pot and yelped as he tripped backwards, "Oh shit!"
Fortunately for the Dog, the pot of hot sauce sailed over his head and came to a loud and clattering stop in the middle of the living room. The Coyote ran to his friend's side and knelt beside him, quickly checking him over for any injuries.
"Are you ok?" Thomas asked as he helped the Great Dane to sit up, "That was a little intense."
"I'm ok," Sirius looked down at his paw and winced, "Just burned the tip of my finger a little."
Thomas without thinking reached down and grabbed the Great Dane's hand. He brought the finger, the affected area of which turning steadily pinker, to his lips. The other Dog's jaw dropped a little as his finger made contact with the pink insides of the Coyote's lip. Sirius blushed as the Coyote pulled away and cleared his throat. Thomas didn't really understand that reaction, even if he may have lingered a little too long on the Great Dane's finger.
"It's not so bad," Sirius chuckled nervously, "I'll run it under some cold water. It'll be fine."
Thomas nodded and stood up.
"Where are your rags?" Thomas asked, "I want to go clean up that sauce for you."
Sirius stood up as well and shook his head.
"Don't worry about it," Sirius began, "I'll take care of everything."
The Coyote crossed his arms and frowned, looking down at the Great Dane sternly.
"Nonsense," Thomas replied, "Let me help."
Sirius sighed and pointed at the cabinet under the sink.
"Just grab any of those," Sirius turned off the heat on the rest of the burners, "They should do the trick."
Thomas bent over and pulled out a faded cream towel. The Coyote walked into the living room, vaguely aware of the Great Dane's eyes on him. Fortunately, the sauce landed in an empty portion on the living room and only covered a portion of the hardwood flooring out there. Thomas got down on all fours and started cleaning up the sauce.
"So," Sirius called out from the kitchen, "Want to just get takeout?"
Thomas looked over his shoulder and chuckled.
"Is dinner really unsalvageable?" Thomas asked, "It would be a shame to waste all that food."
Sirius nodded.
"Tomorrow is grocery day," The Great Dane looked back at the kitchen, "I don't have anything that would work to fix this."
"Okay," Thomas turned his attention back to cleaning, "Takeout works for me."
Sirius went back into the kitchen and came out a few moments later with another rag.
"I still don't know how that happened," Sirius got on all fours beside the Coyote, "Thank you for cleaning this up."
"Of course," The Coyote replied before standing up and collecting the pot, "It's the least I can do."
Sirius looked up and smiled at the Coyote.
"I'm glad you came over," Sirius began, "Hopefully we can get to writing and drawing soon though. I know that's why you came over."
Thomas chuckled and shook his head.
"No," Thomas began before walking into the kitchen and putting the pot into the totally empty silver sink, "I can write at home. I came over here to hang out with you."
Sirius walked into the kitchen and put the soiled rags into the nearly full hamper beside the garbage can. The Great Dane looked up at the Coyote and shrugged.
"Tomorrow's laundry day," Sirius chuckled, "I'm not a slob."
"I never said you were," Thomas smirked, "Come on. Let's figure out what we're going to eat."
Sirius smirked and bowed.
"What would my Coyote friend like for dinner?" Sirius asked, "The fine cuisine of the world is at your fingertips."
Thomas thought for a moment and shrugged.
"I could do pizza and breadsticks," Thomas smirked, "Sound good to you?"
"Pizza and breadsticks it is," Sirius began, "There's an amazing place I know of. They're kinda far away and take a while to deliver, but they are so worth it."
"Sounds good to me," Thomas smiled at the Great Dane and looked out the window, "It looks like it might take a little bit longer."
Sirius looked out the window as well. The "light" snow that was forecasted for tonight had turned into, what appeared to be, a blizzard. With all the excitement in the kitchen the change in weather from cloudy and grey to black and white went completely unnoticed.
"Well," Sirius began, "They did say that they deliver rain or shine."
The Great Dane pulled out his phone and looked up at the Coyote.
"It's up to you," Sirius continued, "I don't want you to go hungry."
Thomas chuckled.
"I had a big lunch," Thomas walked over and picked up his cocktail, "Besides, we've got plenty of booze right. If I remember correctly you went all out and bought a bottle of wine for dinner right?"
Sirius smirked.
"Sounds good to me," Sirius began, "Why don't you open it and let it breathe while I call the pizza in?"
Thomas finished his cocktail and walked into the kitchen. The wine was a fancy looking bottle of Chianti. Thomas murred and wagged his tail as he opened the wine and took a hearty sniff of the red liquid. This was going to be a very fun night.
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Thomas and Sirius quickly drank the entirety of the bottle of wine and had a couple more cocktails. They were sprawled out on the couch, enjoying their buzz and each other's company. Thomas sat up and looked over at the Great Dane, who had put a tight lime green tank top on.
"When is the food supposed to get here?" Thomas asked, "Didn't you call like an hour ago?"
Sirius chuckled.
"They said they'd maybe make it out here," The Great Dane shifted his torso and opened an eye to look at the Coyote, "The weather is bad."
Sirius groaned and sat up.
"Ok," Sirius rubbed his temple, "We should work on our projects."
Thomas whined and rolled over, facing away from the Great Dane and cuddling the pillow tightly.
"No thank you," Thomas began, "I have a rule about writing. I don't do it when I have been drinking."
Sirius raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"No wonder you never get anything done," The Great Dane nudged the Coyote and stuck out his tongue, "And here I was thinking you were the next F. Scott Fitzgerald."
Thomas gasped in mock outrage and nudged back a little harder, a large grin on his face. The two canines paused, looked at each other, and then lunged forward, coming together with a loud smack and a giggle. The two began to wrestle, rolling around on the couch and, ultimately the floor. They struggled for a few more moments until Sirius used his greater bulk to roll the Coyote on his back and pin him to the floor.
"Well," Thomas chuckled, "Looks like you won."
Sirius smirked, the tip of his nose a hair's length from the Coyote's.
"I think you enjoy being pinned," Sirius replied, "You probably let me win."
"You caught me," Thomas moved one of his arms up and put his paw on the Great Dane's arm, "Now what would you like to do."
Sirius looked down into Thomas's amber eyes and took a deep breath. Slowly, he got up from his position on top of the Coyote and sat down on the couch.
"I'd like to work on a project of mine," Sirius blushed, "But I have no idea how to pull it off."
Thomas's booze addled mind took a few moments to process that Sirius had gotten up off of him. He shakily sat up and looked over at the Great Dane.
"What do you mean?" Thomas asked, "What are you trying to do?"
Sirius blushed a little harder.
"Well," Sirius took a deep breath, "I want to try and draw some characters in a certain pose, but I don't think I'll be able to pull it off. Not without a little help."
Thomas's ears perked up.
"I'd love to help you draw something," Thomas's tail started to beat against the hardwood floor, "I'd model for you if you needed it."
Sirius blushed even harder and rubbed his neck, a quiet whine escaping his lips.
"It's kind of embarrassing," Sirius began, "It's a little dirty."
Thomas chuckled.
"I write porn Sirius, it's going to take a lot to embarrass me," Thomas replied, "Oh! Maybe I could write something for the picture. I've always wanted to do a story with an illustration."
The Great Dane whined.
"I don't know," Sirius began, "It's not something I've ever done before."
Thomas stood up and walked over to the Great Dane's side.
"Nonsense," Thomas tried to put his paw on Sirius's shoulder and missed, "I'm sure you've had people model for you in the past."
"Are you sure?" Sirius looked up at the Coyote, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Thomas finally managed to get his paw on the Great Dane's shoulder. He smiled warmly and wagged his tail.
"It would be my pleasure," Thomas began and sat down on the arm of the couch, his paw still firmly grasping Sirius's shoulder, "Now tell me about your idea."
Sirius took a deep breath.
"I have no idea where to begin," Sirius rubbed the back of his head, "I'm still wrapping my head around how to get you posing for this."
"Okay," Thomas put his paws in his lap and thought for a moment, "Ferals or anthros?"
"If you're posing for me," The Great Dane smirked, "Probably anthros."
The Coyote chuckled.
"So this is going to be dirty right?" Thomas asked.
Sirius nodded and blushed hard.
"I don't know what position though," Sirius replied, "All the ones I have in mind are pretty difficult. I don't just want to make this some basic pose. I want to go above and beyond."
"Above and beyond?" Thomas thought about it for another moment, "I can understand that. You want to do something atypical."
Sirius shook his head.
"No," Sirius began, "I'm not trying to reinvent myself, or find a new genre. I just want to draw a hot picture of two guys going at it... but in a way that is, well, meaningful. I want to show how much this couple loves one another."
Thomas blushed.
"I can see why you're hesitant to ask me," Thomas chuckled, "Do you know who you want the subjects to be?"
"No idea," Sirius smirked, "I figured I'd get the pose first and then go from there."
"Okay," Thomas walked around the front of the couch and stood in front of the Great Dane, "Let's just pretend it's going to be of the two of us. Then you can go from there and make it fit your vision."
Sirius sat up and looked over the Coyote. He stared intently, the wheels turning in his head as he determined how he wanted to position his new model. A blush formed on his cheeks, no doubt a result of some particularly risqué pose. He opened his mouth, then shut it and thought for a few more moments.
"I've got a question for you," Sirius began, "If you were to write this situation right now, how would it go?"
Thomas thought for a moment.
"This exact situation?" Thomas asked, "With you giving me a pose to do?"
The Great Dane shook his head.
"No," Sirius replied, "The situation I'm drawing. How would you show it?"
"The receiving party would have to be on top," Thomas started to pace, "I think for your purposes it would be better to show them directly before the actual act or directly after. That would make the mood a bit clearer, at least in my opinion."
Sirius nodded.
"Shall we try it?" Sirius asked, "I'm ready if you are."
Thomas blushed, his nervousness finally showing through his confident and helpful demeanor. Slowly, he climbed up onto the couch, his paws shaking as he got into Sirius's lap. The Great Dane reciprocated the blush and looked into the Coyote's eyes.
"What about clothes?" Thomas asked, "Would you like me to take something off?"
"I don't know what good it would do," Sirius began, "I couldn't see it from that perspective anyways."
Thomas looked around and blushed hard.
"You could set up a camera," Thomas began quietly, "Maybe then you could see what was going on."
Sirius didn't respond right away.
"I'll be right back," The Great Dane replied, "While I get things set up, go ahead and take off your shirt. We can start there."
Thomas blushed and took off his shirt slowly, fully aware that Sirius was watching him. The Great Dane murred quietly and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. Thomas reached over and finished the last bit of his cocktail. He turned to set his empty glass on the coffee table and smiled at Sirius as he came back down the stairs with a video camera and tripod.
"Video huh?" Thomas chuckled and looked over the muscular Great Dane as he walked in front of the couch, "You aren't going to save this and sell it on the internet are you."
Sirius chuckled as he set up the tripod.
"Why?" Sirius smirked and started recording, "Are you going to put on a show that good?"
Thomas sat up and reached a paw down to his crotch.
"Well," Thomas undid the top button of jeans, "I could be persuaded."
Sirius put up a finger and walked over to the couch.
"You need to keep those on," Sirius replied, "I envisioned the bottom wearing pants."
The Great Dane sat down and stretched, a quiet and satisfied moan escaping his lips as he cracked the places that needed cracking. Sirius looked over at the Coyote and smirked.
"Climb on," Sirius began, "Let's do this."
Thomas blushed and got back into Sirius's lap. It looked like the alcohol was doing its job. If Sirius was feeling even half as confident as the Coyote was right now, this pose was going to very quickly turn into something else.
"So," Thomas lifted his hips up and draped his arms over the Great Dane's shoulders, "Like this."
Sirius shook his head.
"Get that butt down," Sirius replied, "You should be in my lap."
"Why don't you lose an article of clothing?" Thomas played with the fabric of the Dog's top and blushed, "I don't know. That's how I would write it."
Thomas looked over the Dog's body and focused on the large lump in the front of his jeans. The Coyote bit his lip and looked up at the Great Dane.
"How about the pants?" Thomas asked, "That could work right."
Sirius chuckled.
"That could work," Sirius replied, "Is that what I have to do to get you to get in my lap?"
Thomas thought for a moment and nodded.
"I can help if you want," Thomas looked down again, "It would be my pleasure."
"Down boy," Sirius reached down and undid his pants, "Scoot up a little."
Thomas got up even more, his head now above the Great Dane's. The Coyote looked down as Sirius pulled his pants off, revealing sky blue boxers and light, tan fur. Thomas paid particular to the very clear outline of the Dog's thick sheath straining the thin fabric.
"Hey," Sirius smirked and put his paws on the Coyote's hips, "My eyes are up here."
The Great Dane pressed the Coyote down and chuckled as Thomas obediently got into his lap. Thomas chuckled and pulled the Dog closer to his chest.
"Are you sure you don't want me in my underwear?" Thomas began, "It would just look weird if I was still in my jeans now."
Sirius rolled his eyes.
"You just want to be half naked in my lap don't you," Sirius looked down and blushed at the sight of his paws on the Coyote's hips, "I could help if you want."
Sirius moved his paws back and cupped Thomas's rump. He murred quietly as his fingers teased their way in between the canine's pants and underwear. Sirius moved deeper, tracing the width of waistband on the Dog's underwear. Suddenly, he drew his fingers back quickly and chuckled dirtily.
"A jockstrap?" Sirius murred, "You are a bad dog."
"Well yeah," Thomas shifted a little on the Great Dane's lap, "Its Jockstrap Friday."
Sirius murred.
"Those pants need to come off," Sirius leaned back, "It's necessary for my vision."
Thomas smirked and teasingly removed his pants, undoing the fly one button at a time and sliding the denim off of his legs at a snail's pace. Sirius watched the whole time, the bulge in the front of his pants getting thicker as Thomas revealed his black and red jockstrap.
"So," Thomas ground back again, letting his uncovered rump make contact with the Great Dane's hot bulge, "What next?"
Sirius murred and moved his paws back to the Coyote's hips.
"I think we got it," The Great Dane closed his eyes, "You aren't doing that on purpose are you?"
Thomas ground forward and chuckled.
"Nope," Thomas looked down at the Dog's package and grinned mischievously, "You know. A couple that loved each other would be doing more than this."
Sirius opened an eye and smirked.
"What are you saying?" Sirius said before tensing up and moaning loudly.
Thomas gave the Great Dane's exposed flesh another slow and teasing rub before giving it a squeeze. Sirius moved his paws down and held on tightly to the Coyote's rump.
"Hehe I think someone liked that," Thomas began, "Do we have it taken care of? Or are we going to need a more involved pose."
Sirius whined and moaned again as the Coyote gave his member another squeeze.
"What did you have in mind?" Sirius asked as his fingers roamed between the Coyote's cheeks, "You seem to have some very good ideas."
Thomas murred and leaned forward to kiss the Great Dane. Sirius returned the kiss and held the Coyote tighter to him. Their lips met a few more times, each contact emboldening them to pursue a deeper kiss. The pair broke away after a couple of minutes and looked into each other's eyes.
"I I uh," Sirius blushed, "I'm sorry."
Thomas cocked his head.
"Why?" Thomas chuckled, "I'm ok with this. Aren't you?"
Sirius moved his paws away from the Coyote's rump and sighed.
"I don't really do this kind of thing much," Sirius began, "I don't know how to say it in a way you understand."
Thomas blinked and moved back, sitting on the Dog's thighs. He had no idea what the Great Dane could be talking about.
"What do you mean?" The Coyote asked, "You've had sex before right?"
"Oh yes of course," Sirius laughed, "Just not with a guy, you know, not that much."
Thomas chuckled and murred.
"You're kidding," Thomas began, "I thought you were bi."
"I am," Sirius replied with a whine, "I'm just not that experienced when it comes to doing, you know, with guys."
Thomas leaned in and kissed the Great Dane's cheek.
"Come on," Thomas rubbed the Dog's shoulders, "It's not that different. If you wanted, I could help you out. I'd be more than happy to show you what you are missing."
Sirius blushed.
"Well," The Great Dane began, "Let me tell you."
Sirius paused and thought for a few moments.
"Come on," Thomas chuckled, "Lay it on me."
"I've only ever kissed a guy before," Sirius replied, "None of the other stuff."
Thomas raised an eyebrow.
"Well ok," Thomas thought for a moment, "What would you like to do most with a guy?"
"I suppose going all the way," Sirius replied with a blush, "That's what I want to do most."
Thomas looked back at the Dog's crotch with a smirk. The Great Dane was hard and leaking, and the front of his boxers were now a much darker shade of blue.
"Well," Thomas reached back and gave Sirius's flesh a squeeze, "Normally I'd start you off with a blowjob, but judging from the mess back here, I think we can skip right to the main course if you'd like."
"You sure?" Sirius asked, "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Sirius huffed and moaned as the Coyote moved his paw up to pull his underwear down. His hard cock bounced up, finally free from its fabric prison, and stood, hard, long, and thick. Thomas murred at the sight and positioned himself, letting the Great Dane's intimate flesh rub between his supple buttocks. He moved a paw down and moved the thin fabric that covered his vulnerable flesh to the side. Sirius shuddered and whined as Thomas scooted up, putting his tip against his tight pucker, and started to move down.
"T-told you," Thomas murred as the tip of Sirius's cock penetrated him, "You had nothing to worry about."
Thomas moved down a bit more and murred in approval as the Great Dane's paws firmly grasped his hips.
"Mmm," Sirius closed his eyes as the Coyote continued to sink down on his length, "I have been missing out."
Before things could progress much further the doorbell rang. Sirius whined.
"That would be the pizza guy," Sirius began, "Son of a bitch."
Thomas whined too.
"Forget about him," Thomas replied, "Let's just keep going."
The doorbell rang again. Sirius looked over the Coyote's shoulder at the clock on the wall.
"It's been two hours since we called," The Great Dane sighed, "He probably almost died getting that pizza to us."
The Great Dane turned his head back to the door.
"Wait right there!" Sirius began, "I'll be right there."
Thomas got off of the Great Dane's lap with a whine and sat on the couch. As Sirius got up, he pulled his underwear and pants back on and got up to turn off the camera. He collected his tee shirt from the middle of the living room and put it on. Sirius talked to the pizza guy, a slightly overweight Bull Terrier and grabbed the boxes of food from his paws.
Sirius whistled happily and set the food on the kitchen counter. Thomas sighed and sat down in front of it. The Great Dane looked down at the Coyote and smiled.
"Hey perk up," Sirius began, "The night's still young."
"I can't believe you passed up sex for pizza," Thomas sighed and grabbed a piece of pepperoni pizza, "I thought that only happened in movies."
"Look," Sirius grabbed a breadstick, "The only reason I stopped was because that poor pizza guy had such a rough time."
"I know," Thomas replied, "It's ok."
As Thomas took a bite of his pizza, the power went out. Sirius finished the breadstick and chuckled.
"Well now I can't let you leave," Sirius began, "It's too nasty out."
The Coyote sighed.
"I don't know Sirius," Thomas replied, "I really don't want to be a bother."
"I insist," Sirius put up his paws, "I don't want you to get hurt driving home."
The Great Dane smirked.
"And besides," Sirius said in a lower tone, "This way I can make up for earlier."
"Well ok," Thomas blushed, "As long as we don't have to film it this time."
Sirius chuckled and grabbed a slice of pizza.
"I'd rather commit this to memory," Sirius replied, "I don't need a camera for that."
Thomas blushed and smiled.
"Let's eat this pizza up then," Thomas began, "Then we'll head upstairs."
"Sounds good to me," Sirius resumed eating, his tail wagging, "God I needed this."
The Coyote nodded and started in on his second piece.
"I didn't realize I was this hungry," Thomas began, "This was a good idea."
The pair ate dinner in silence and quickly demolished the pizza and the breadsticks. Sirius pat his belly and stretched, murring in satisfaction. Thomas barely managed to eat the last sliver of crust and leaned forward onto the granite kitchen counter.
"That has got to be the best pizza in the state," Sirius chuckled, "What did you think?"
Thomas put up a thumb and chuckled.
"Glad you liked it," Sirius continued, "So, you ready for bed?"
Thomas blushed.
"That soon huh?" Thomas asked, "Oh well, I guess you did take me to dinner first."
Sirius walked over to the Coyote and picked him up, bridal style. Sirius started to walk across the living room and up the stairs. Thomas blushed and leaned up to plant a kiss on the Great Dane's lips, stopping him in his tracks.
"So," Thomas broke away with a blush, "What are we going to do?"
Sirius chuckled and started walking up the stairs again.
"Anything you want cutie," Sirius walked into his room and closed the door behind him "Anything you want."