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"Get down, Shall! NOW!" Hiasaki's voice roared in my ears before I dropped down and slammed my shoulder hard on the ground before rolling.

The whistle strike above me made me realize that they had their aim on me, they had to have been tracking me as I moved along the wall. My heart was in my throat as I slammed my back against the protective wall and watched CJ drop down from where he had been scrambling on the support beams. His gun was slung back, but even I could see that he was nearly running on empty, we wouldn't be able to push through if he was that low. Hiasaki was already out, though Sanmer had managed to score enough that we could refill, we just had to get across the open path that led its way across the warehouse. And they were waiting, all of them, just poised to take us out the moment they could get their guns up.

I glanced down at my vest, and let out a breath of relief. The only paint that had hit me was splatter marks at my legs where backfire had splashed on me, but that didn't mean I was out. The range had rules on what counted as a hit, and what I'd gotten certainly didn't count. Hiasaki had only use in one arm thanks to a hit on his elbow, but he took it in good stride and had even fashioned a dramatic sling to make him look more wounded. CJ was entirely clean, the rat had spent most of the game keeping himself aloft where he could plain assassin thanks to his balance, but that was bust if we were this low on ammo. The three of us were as good as trapped until we could get across to restock with Sanmer, it was looking grim.

"Sean is out." CJ said as he balanced on this thick nearly naked tail. "They shot him off the walkway while he was trying to follow me."

"Shit." Hiasaki cursed and pulled his ears back. "We're going to have to make a sacrifice if we want to get across the other side."

"I can take the hit." I volunteered and gave a little bit of a grin over at them both. "I'm rubbish at hitting anything, at least if you two get across the team can take the win."

"Yeah, but then you'll be out." The fox pointed out with a slight snort. "I have the injured arm, I can go out and it'll be fine."

Today was supposed to be a day where we were relaxing. It had been Hiasaki's idea, something he had come out with out of the blue and had pushed me to invite my own friends. It had been something that was going on for his work, started by his friend Solas and the fox had wanted his own team. It was a holiday weekend, everyone was out of work, so I'd eagerly jumped at the chance to meet up with him. Hiasaki and I weren't quite back to where we had originally been, but he hadn't backed away and he hadn't stopped his cheerful attempts to flirt with me. He was simply trying to figure himself out as he went along, carefully choosing the things that he revealed to me about himself, but he was still showing me who he was. It gave me hope, and today was the sort of day that made my heart sing that maybe it would all be alright. If he was letting me meet his coworkers, perhaps he was eager to have me as a deeper part of his life.

"You're still a better shot, besides, you aren't injured that bad." I shrugged and leaned forward a bit. "You two cross up near the walkway and I'm going to try and rush them in their hiding spot."

"Solas is going to be waiting for you, you know. He's up there where CJ was." Hiasaki warned me with a little gesture.

"That monkey is cheating, I don't care what others say, using his tail to throw paintballs is cheating." CJ growled unhappily and folded back his pierced ears.

"You're just angry that he picked off Sean." I gave the rat a playful jostle and nodded my head. "I'll go and try and keep his attention on me. If I move stealthily he'll think it's an attempt to get behind them and let you go."

"Just keep your head down, kitten, those paintballs hurt like hell." Hiasaki said and shifted his gun back. "You should be okay all the way to those tube, but once you get past them, you're going to be an open mark."

"Then you two had better get your tails in gear." I pushed up into a crouch and started to move along the wall. "I'll see you at the end of the game."

"Hey... where are you goin'?" Hiaskai stopped me with a paw on my shoulder. "Have this for luck! And don't get bruised, at least not where it counts."

I turned a bit as he touched my shoulder, and felt a shock as his lips brushed my own in a feather light caress that sent a tremor rushing down the line of my back. It was a warm touch, barely more than a tease of fur and whiskers against me, but it was the first kiss he'd given me since I'd told him about myself. It made my ears redden and the entire world rock around me as I reached out to curl my fingers along his coat and pressed back into his kiss. I didn't mean to, I truly didn't, but I kiss him with far more interest than I intended. Just that touch had been enough to make me blood go warm, the world float around me in giddy exultation that he had been the one to initiate it. He didn't back away, but let out a sound that was almost a chuckle before playfully sliding his tongue tip out to brush my bottom lip in a swift wet line. I nearly returned that touch, I wanted to remember how he tasted.

"Oh no, you two just make out, I'll just sit here and cover you! It's not a problem at all!" CJ's laughing, and slightly annoyed, voice broke the kiss and made me blush.

"Go on, kitten, see you on the other side." The fox grinned at me, showing his white teeth and a hint of his dark red tongue before turning away to follow CJ.

I didn't stick around to wonder at the kiss, I had my own job to do. I swung my gun down and made sure it was loaded. My eyes flicked up towards the barring at the top of the warehouse, wary of Solas as I started my way over. I should have been excited and concentrating on my role, but my mind was on Hiasaki and wondering if he had meant something more than play with that kiss. Was he starting to show me he was alright?

Worry about that later! _ I told myself fiercely. _Now is the time to pay attention to what's going on around you. This is war.

_ _

I almost laughed at myself as I continued on. My heart was already feeling lighter.

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A few hours later, I sat in my bathroom with half my face matted in tacky horribly sticky blue paint so that it ran all the way down my neck nearly sealed one of my eyes shut. My previous idea of it being all a game was drastically altered thanks to the fact that the fox's coworker, Solas, had actually been cracking paint balls to empty them and created a make shift bomb using a plastic bag. The monkey hadn't meant really any harm, besides it being a joke, but I had been just dumb enough to stop paying attention to him when I had made my rush and that landed me soundly with a face full of the foul tasting paint. I tipped my ears back ruefully as Hiasaki soaked the wash rag in my sink and was visibly fighting the urge to start laughing at me. I really couldn't blame him, I looked ridiculous as the paint was too sticky to remove by normal means and it was starting to actually harden.

"Well, you look the part of my brave warrior." He finally said and moved up to cup the wash rag right on my eye and the side of my head to try and wet down the paint. "I'm going to have to skin Solas for this."

"He had a good idea." I muttered and shifted on the edge of the sink, tipping my head into his attentions as he squeezed the rag and sent water falling down onto my shirt. "It wouldn't have been bad if we'd realized it would start to harden."

"True, at least now we know better than to be cheap and avoid the goggles." Hiasaki answered, and stifled a laugh. "You really do look like you've survived a battle, if it were red I'd be worried."

"Oh hush!" I play growled and sighed a little bit as he moved the cloth away and the dribbling water soaked further down my shirt.

It was an old shirt, it could take a few stains, but I still didn't like ruining it. It was a habit built in from growing up the way I did. Shirts were expensive, we were expected to wear them until they fell apart and getting stains on them didn't mean they wouldn't be worn again. I could vividly remember wearing patched and stained clothes to school, most of the time I was lucky if the stains were something I could hide with a jacket. I had more money now, but I still hated the idea of anything being ruined and seeing the blue splatter on the dark grey material made me sigh a little bit while Hiasaki continued soaking the wash cloth beneath the faucet to get ready to have another go at getting the worst of the paint off my head and cheek. I didn't like being naked, I didn't like even being partially naked, not even around close friends, but I hated seeing my clothes ruined more. I glanced over at him, briefly, I didn't want him to think I was trying to push an issue he wasn't ready to talk about yet.

He hadn't really talked about what I'd told him, not really. He had taken time after that night, he'd not left me at all, he'd simply stopped trying to see me every night. The old me would have panicked, but I didn't let it get to me. I spent time with my other friends, I tried to understand why he might want to take that time away from me to think things through. It was a healthy way to deal, and slowly he was starting to push back into my life again, I just didn't want to mess it up doing something stupid. The questions were always on the tip of my tongue, but I was learning how to silence them before they could get me in trouble.

"I'm getting my shirt off, I really don't want to see it totally ruined by this." I announced, trying to sound normal before grabbing the edge of my shirt.

"Here, don't try to do it like that." He dropped he cloth and padded back with a shake of his head. "You're going to end up with your face print on it, get your arm in and stick it out the neck so that it's covering the painted part of your face."

I nodded my head a little, and obeyed, moving my hand up to cover the paint as he helped with the edge of my shirt himself. He was gentle and didn't try to make it strange, but I still felt a slow creep of heat as I revealed the curve of my stomach. I was growing a bit softer, I'd noticed, something that I hadn't been since I had been a cub. It wasn't too dramatic, and I doubt that anyone else noticed it, but I could feel it in the way that my hips had a slightly rounder edge to them and my ribs no longer showed. The latter was due mainly to diet, but I still imagined they were softer on my upper chest as well. And they were soon bared as I slipped the material up and over my head with an awkward turn and arch. It wasn't an easy feat, but it saved the poor material from being damaged any more than it already was from the paint.

Hiasaki took it and tossed it into my laundry bin before going back to the wash cloth and I was left looking at him in embarrassment. The bath room was warm, the door was shut since it opened into the bathroom and made it crowded and the steam from the sink helped make it nice and comfortable. I wanted to cover myself, but I kept the urge at bay as I looked at the white fox fill the cloth with water until it was dripping. He wasn't looking at me, he didn't even glance up, which was strange. He didn't look as if he were struggling with the urge, but there was a fake quality to the way he paid attention to his paws. Did he think he'd bolt if he looked at me? Perhaps he thought that he'd lose what little ground he'd gained in accepting me?

The questions didn't have many answers, but my mind was inclined to go to the worst as he came back and touched my chin so that I could lean forward for him to scrub at the paint. He was gentle, so very gentle, the fingers under my chin were light as he dissolved the worst of the paint with a squeeze of the wash cloth and I leaned into his attentions. He leaned in closer as he worked up towards my ear, the movement just barely leaning him over my lap. It was an intimate closeness, one I wanted so desperately. My hands itched to touch him, I wanted to see if he'd come closer or if he'd flinch back. Some self destructive part of me was convinced I would touch him and he'd jump back as if a monster had reached for him, but I shook that thought away before it could lay claws in my mind.

"There, that's better, I can actually see fur in here." Hiasaki commented as he pulled the cloth back and let out a laugh.

"That's good, maybe I'll even begin to hear instead of just living with paint stuffed down my ear." I responded easily, and shifted, and the moment I did he pulled back as if I'd burned him.

I froze, he froze, we just stared at each other as the moment I'd moved I'd become aware of something from the slight rub of my upper thigh against his inner legs. I learned that he was not disgusted with being near me while my shirt off. And I learned that he wasn't trying to keep his eyes away from me so he didn't stare at the freak. His pants were drawn quite tight along his loins, hiding the partially exposed arousal from me. He wasn't entirely out of his sheath, if he had been he'd have been caught under his band, he was just out enough that he was pulling the line of the pants out. When had he started to show? While he was washing my face? When I'd taken off my shirt? I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks and had no idea what to say, I felt out of my depths.

"That's what you get for being cute without your shirt on." He murmured, trying to make a joke as he affected the mask like cheerfulness I was used too. "Let's get the rest of the paint off so we can get to dinner."

"You still like me." I spoke in a soft voice, hearing my own wonder in my tone as he stared down at his paws as he filled the cloth with water. "I thought we were just friends."

"I never said we were just friends, but you're still figuring yourself out." He answered and furrowed his brows a little bit. "I don't want to mess that up."

"You aren't." I answered immediately, I didn't have to think about it while he lifted the freshly dripping cloth and moved back to me again. "You're helping me more than you can possibly know."

"I guess that's what you say now, but what about a year from now? Two years?" He asked and began to gently work the rest of the paint from my cheek. "What if you wake up one day and decide that you'd far rather be with someone that thinks of you entirely as a girl? What if you want a fresh start? What if you need to live with people who don't know you from this time in your life? What if-"

"You're worried..." I trailed off and moved my paw up to wrap my fingers around his wrist, feeling half in awe of the way he rattled off the questions. "You're worried I'll leave you."

Hiasaki twitched his ears back and stiffened, but he didn't answer. It was wholly unlike him, normally he had a smart answer for everything, but this time he remained still as I touched his wrist. I saw him as confident and self-assured, that's what he showed me, but now I saw the doubts beneath that. He moved his hand away from my face, his ears held back while he turned his muzzle to one side so he wasn't quite looking to me. He was unsure. In all the world I had never been a given a gift like the one he was offering me. I was always the one who was unsure, I was the one that was nervous and worried about everything, I was the one that needed to be comforted, not the one doing the comforting. But there he was, the questions out in the open and waiting for an answer. And he had shown it to me, he hadn't hidden it.

"That's a lot of what if's." I spoke softly and leaned forward, my rump scooting over the smooth counter. "I wondered what if you left me when I told you. And I still told you, it was still something I had to do. I.. I don't have many friends, and I have no one like you, I don't know what my future holds, but I want it to hold you, Hiasaki. If you want to try."

"I'd like to try too." He answered and tipped his head forward, his hands moving to slide along my hips. "My life is better with you in it."

I wanted to cry, I felt my eyes sting slightly as he spoke the words as honestly as if they really were facts. I made his life better? I had done nothing but cause trouble! Even thinking of how he must have seen me at my worst still made me want to crawl under my blankets and hide, but that hadn't made him walk away. He had accepted my mess, accepted the trouble I'd brought with me. Except... He didn't see it as trouble, he was simply stating what he believed and I leaned forward. I slid my paws over his shoulders as I tipped my muzzle in close and pressed in for a kiss, one that had been interrupted too early at the paint ball game. His tail was wagging, not a wild wag, but a slow sway that I felt as my legs naturally spread open to wrap around his hips as he leaned forward into my touch.

Our muzzles pressed together and the moment they did I melted, just the touch of his warm maw against my own and coupled with his tongue was enough to make every rational thought I possessed run away from me. I flicked my tongue out and twisted it lightly as his soft one curled out and his hands moved around the small of my back. He was gentle, but the position pushed him up tight against me as I let his tongue slip beside my own and twine playfully. My breathing came out in a shivering rush as I let him explore slowly, his tongue gave slow lavish strokes while his hands ran up against my short fur and teased his nails downwards. I let my arms slide further on his shoulders and let myself enjoy the way he explored, making a soft noise in my throat when he pulled me closer to him.

It was as natural as breathing to wrap my legs around him, everything about the pose was so terribly right as I hooked my ankles over one another and used them as a brace. I felt his body so hard against my own, the tell tail strain in his pants was pushed up tightly to my loins in a way that caused me to suppress the urge to grind forward. It was such a base need, but part of me wanted to do it. His hands kneaded against me, not letting me pull away as I heard him let out a growl that was more than half purr when I ran my rougher tongue over him. I scooped up right towards the tip and he shivered before pushing forward. The moment he did I called out as he ground himself against me, making my fingers dig down hard enough my claws slipped free of their sheaths. I was dizzy with pleasure and he pulled his muzzle away, his tongue peeping free between his lips as he panted shallowly while looking at me

I had seen that look before, that need was just under the surface and he was getting ready to find a graceful exit for me. His white face now had a faint splash of blue from the dye along one cheek edge, giving him a comical look that would have made me laugh if I hadn't had my legs tight around his waist so he couldn't pull back. I felt the panic start to lift in my breast, the normal rush that made me back away and find something else to talk about or do, but it didn't consume me. I was throbbing with warmth and new found desires that made me swallow and close my eyes. I was shaking, still shaking, but I wanted him. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted him, I wanted to feel him in a way that was more lasting and intimate than anything we had done before.

I wanted to show him that I wanted him, would always want him. I reached my hand down to catch his shirt in my hand, it was still shaking.

"Off." I spoke and my voice was hoarse as I glanced down at the shirt and then back at me, but I only gave a firm tug again. "Off."

"Alright." Hiasaki murmured and leaned back, but my legs wouldn't let him pull back all the way before he reached down to grab the edges of his shirt and drew it off his body.

As he lifted the material up I did something that I wanted to do since I'd felt him, I ground myself forward against him in a slow rippling movement. It was... off. In my own head it was off feeling given the fact that my own sheath was dragging against my pants and parts of my anatomy didn't fit what I knew I should be feeling, but it still felt good. He grunted out and tossed the shirt away from him, looking at me expectantly without moving. We'd played this game before, he knew that I preferred to be the one more in control, he probably thought I was going to finish him with my hand or even my muzzle, a touch that was far less intimate than what I had in mind.

I leaned in to kiss his chest softly, drawing in the familiar and comforting scent of him into my nose before sighing it out again, feeling my own paws shaking. I had panicked before at this idea, but now my mind was filled with wanting to be closer to him. I could be closer to him, I just had to chose that closeness. I rolled my eyes up towards him as he kept his paws cupped against my hips and stroked me with a tender caress meant to relax me. I rasped my tongue over his chest and watched him shiver, felt the way that his pants were achingly stretched before my hands reached down to hook against the buttons and he grunted out. I played with them, sliding the top one free with a snap that made the fabric immediately sag open. I could feel that hardness there, the rightness of it made me curl my fingers against him just to hear him whine out. It was such an adorable sound, one that I treasured while I arched my back. I moved my hands away and touched my own pants lightly, swallowing as my tongue felt dry.

"Off." I repeated, but this time, I made sure he was watching as I tugged my pants meaningfully to him the way I had with the shirt.

"Shall.. you don't-" He started and I silenced him with a kiss, I didn't want to have this talk, I didn't want to go in circles. I wanted him so badly it almost hurt, even if it wasn't quite hashed out in my own mind, I knew that I wanted him.

The fox groaned against my lips and I blindly caught his wrist to drag his paw towards the edge of my pants. He tried to say something against my lips, but it turned into a sound of pleasure when I returned my paws to his own pants. I knew his body, over the past few weeks we'd had... times together, not like this, but similar moments where we were intimate in other ways. I snapped open the next button to the sound of his panting breath and felt his touch gently hooking against my pants. It made my stomach tighten, the arousal growing rapidly as I shook when the buttons spread open and his touch slid along my lower belly. My mind gave me queues to a body I just didn't have, but I concentrated on what I did know, what I was comfortable with. I let his tongue plunge into my muzzle as my fingers curled down along the glassy smooth length that was twitching against the tips of my fingers, so hard and hot feeling.

I gently nestled my touch against him, stroking lightly to push his pants down lower as he tensed up against my hold, his hips shaking with the effort not to thrust against me. He was always so careful, but this time it was coupled with the feel of my own pants being drawn open and my smaller length sliding out into view. There was no way to stop that arousal, even confused as I was, my body still reacted, though I was no where as hard and eager as he was, he still moved his touch lightly to either side of the barbed tip. His fingers nestled and traced over places that I'd never had another person touch, sending sparks and fire through me as I squirmed in place, my rump scooting further off the edge of the counter. He shuddered a little bit as my paw closed around him, squeezing gently to feel a wet spill running along the backs of my fingers.

It felt right, my legs wrapped around him, his body so close to mine, the warmth of his scent and the sounds he made. The parts that didn't seem right were pushed away, I concentrated on what I wanted, needed, craved. I pulled my lips back with a whimper as his fingers spread wider and began to pull the edge of my pants downwards. His own pants slid down easily, once the buttons were unsnapped they simply fell to his ankles, but my own were far more difficult with my legs wrapped around him the way they were. He rested his nose against mine, breathing as if he were running a race, shaking. His eyes flashed open just inches from my own and he sensuously ran his tongue along the underside of my chin before letting out a breathless laugh when I hiked my rump up to let the seat of my pants slide free.

"I need your legs down, my lady." He murmured and I went red, my ears burning at the soft elegant title he gave me, but I untangled my legs.

"Sorry, I've just never.. done this." I stammered, trying to find myself as I moved my hand away from him, my legs slipped down so he could slowly draw them downwards.

"You.. you know you don't have to do this, I don't need you to." Hiasaki rumbled as he dropped down and sensually drew my pants down my legs. "I'm happy with what we have until you're ready."

"I'm ready now." I answered, my voice barely more than a whisper. He was beautiful, masculine, confident, everything I had ever wanted in a male. Hadn't I dreamed of this a thousand times in my room at night?

_I want him. _ I thought, worries sliding away.

The sight of him kneeling down to take my pants off nearly took my breath away. His eyes were hot with desire, looking up at my body with undisguised warmth that made my stomach twist about. I looked down my body and warred between expectation and reality. I was shocked to realize that my hips were slightly wider, there was a curve to them that was more feminine looking than they had boasted before. I didn't look right, not with the way my shaft jutted up against my stomach, but at the same time, there was just enough rightness in his pose that made me swallow the moment I might have said I wasn't ready. I loved him, I loved him more than I could say, I wanted to be closer to him. Perhaps this wasn't the way I expected to be close to him, but it was something so intimate I could give him.

My pants were pulled free and I slowly slid from the counter, feeling his muzzle slide along my outer hip. He pressed himself against my legs and licked out against my fur, the hot feel of his tongue made me gasp as he ran his paws up either side and started to lick his way up my body with smooth languid strokes. They roamed as I stood on the tips of my toes and watched his eyes fixated on me through every stroke. He traced my hip, lingered upon it before pushing inwards, nestling his nose right into my belly fur with a blast of hot air that had my body tighten. I could see the tips of my nipples hardening in reaction to him as he worked his way upwards slowly, his paws rising up. He didn't dip his head between my legs, if he had, I would have frozen and bolted. I didn't know what to do, I knew that what he was doing was a new kind of pleasure. He nuzzled his way up and suddenly the heat of his tongue lavished out right against the tip of my nipple and I moaned, the ragged soft sound bursting free and he growled a low pleasured rumble.

I moved my hands up, my fingers curled through his head fur, sliding and digging in tightly as he ran his tongue back and forth over the taut sensitive nub. It felt warm, the skin drawn tight, so that I could feel every ripple of his tongue as it pushed against me. I liked being touched by him normally, but the way he touched me was always very careful and deliberate, more snuggling and cuddles than sexual. There was no denying that things had changed. I swallowed and squirmed as his teeth lightly ran along the tip of my nipple, his breath hot and humid as it panted against me. I wanted more, my body was throbbing in time with my heart beat, waves of heat and sparks of chill, combining together until I was letting out soft noises that I couldn't seem to stop. I didn't want to stop them. They spilled free as I arched my body high in the air.

I don't know how long he teased, he seemed to play and delight in the way that I was reacting to him, he was savoring every flutter of his fingers as he drew me up higher against him. My guards came crashing down, every caution I had, the warning lights, they were dulled as he moved his hands to knead against my hips, his fingers dancing on the slight curves. Eventually, he drew away, the slow movement like popping a bubble as he opened his eyes and I swallowed looking into them. I could say no and he'd be fine, he wouldn't hate me, he wouldn't do more than kiss my nose and let me go. Having that out made it all easier, it made everything feel right, even when parts still didn't mesh. I leaned down to kiss him again and he let out a soft noise, running his tongue in a swift wet line right along my lower lip before drawing back again. He was shaking, the tremors rocking through him as I felt his muscles tense up and relax.

"How.. do you want to..?" He trailed off and looked a bit embarrassed, but I only managed a nervous smile and bit my lower lip.

"I want to watch you." I answered, I didn't like the idea of being bent over, it was hard to explain, but it didn't seem to matter to Hiasaki as he tipped his muzzle down in understanding.

After, I would wonder why we didn't go into the bedroom and the comfort of the bed, but perhaps he was worried that moving rooms would break whatever spell was leading me too this. He moved away only long enough to grab several towels from under the sink before spreading them on the counter, piling them up to form something softer than the hard tile. He fussed about it, it was cute and surreal, I kept waiting to feel the real panic start. It was there, a worried feeling in the back of my mind, but it never went above a soft whisper, and sometimes went still as I watched him. He was beautiful and handsome, his body entirely naked in a way that made me want to rub up against him and stroke my cheek along his shoulder. I wanted to touch him, taste him, debase desires that took my breath away before he glanced up at me.

"You're going to make me self-conscious." He murmured, a whimsical smile on his lips as he drew me back close to him. "I've never had someone look at me the way you do."

"You're easy to look at." I answered and swallowed, shivering while Hiasaki drew a finger lightly along the tip of one of my nipples.

It sent a wave of pleasure down my spine, coming out of my throat before he pushed my rump back against the counter where it had been. His paws moved down and I felt the light touch curve along my rump lightly before he nosed his way down my chest. I rubbed my muzzle along his ears lightly before he lifted me up, gripping tightly as I was pulled up into the air and pushed back onto the plush warmth of the towels. The moment I was lifted my legs wrapped around him, it was as natural as breathing, he fit me perfectly and I ran my tongue just along the dark curve of one of his ears. I chased it, sliding higher up in the air as he tipped me backwards and stepped closer, letting me feel a brush of hard glistening length running against my inner thigh.

He clutched me, not hard enough to hurt, but firmly while his tongue pushed out again and rasped all the way up the center of my chest as he pressed over me. He was so incredibly warm, his body nestled close as my hips were pulled back so that the curve of my ass was pulled off the edge of the counter, my shoulders and back left pressed against them. I felt him, the hard glassy smooth weight was tracing right along the underside of my thighs in a gentle rub that pushed through the thick soft fur. It was so like many of my fantasies, but just off enough that I had to concentrate just on what I was feeling, scenting, experiencing to keep myself in that moment. He lifted his head as the jutting length brushed the crease of my rump, resting there while he swallowed.

He was going to say something, I don't know what, because I lifted my head and drew him down into a kiss that left him groaning and relaxing his shoulders against me. I rocked my hips against him lightly, letting out a soft noise as his warm tongue twisted with my own, drawing me in deeper before he rocked forward. I felt him, the tapered shaft tip nestled up further back, making me almost tense up when it slipped inwards and brushed right along the hidden opening. I'd never really experienced much save my own normal curiosities, and I'd never really thought about doing this, but suddenly it was happening. His paws moved in a stroke down my sides as he shuddered, his hips rocking forward with a gentle press that kissed the tapered tip right against me before he froze and pulled his lips back panting.

"I'm sure." I managed, I didn't need him to ask, I was watching the emotions racing over his face. Need was there, but wonder and worry, eagerness and excitement as he clutched his paws against my hips and swallowed.

In the next moment he pushed forward, not with a wild slam, but a slow easing push that made me cry out in shock as the slippery length began to spread me open. I reached up and grabbed him, digging my fingers against his back tightly as I squeezed my eyes shut. It was nothing like my curious fingers, it was warm and wet, tapered enough to wedge into my body so that the ring was being pushed up and over the glans. He let out a noise, almost a whimper, and carefully pushed forward to start to spread my body open wider with a gentle slide. I could feel his hips shaking, so tense that they were knotted up, but he took his time to work the first inch into my passage. My immediate response was to clamp down and squeeze, tensing up so he had to grind to a halt as his muzzle fell down against my shoulder and I heard him panting.

It took time to relax myself, feeling the faint throb of his length before he started to ease forward again, and with that movement came the thicker portion of his spire. My walls stretched open steadily, the slow press nestled him inwards while I pressed my muzzle against his shoulder and muffled a soft cry. It didn't feel the way I thought it would, it was warm and spreading me, my walls straining while he arched his body down against me again. The light thrust and slide feeding another inch as I squeezed my legs tighter and felt a spill of slickness escaping into my body. It eased the way around the glassy smooth length as Hiasaki let out a gasping sound when I tightened around him again. The faint ache of being spread open was soon pushed under the pleasure as the fox drew his hips backwards in a smooth stroke.

The warm flesh tugged through me, it was impossibly strange feeling as my ring was pulled outwards before the slow push forward. The hands moved down to my legs, clutching me as I squeezed my legs around his waist. One of my paws moved out to grab the edge of the counter as his tongue flicked out along my neck, the soft noise bursting free made me tense up before he sank in deeper. The tip pushed through my untrained body steadily, sinking deeper as the walls were pulled tight. I felt every flex and quiver, every twitch, it was all intimately felt. I let out a breath, arching my back slightly before his hips pushed forward again, sliding in deeper before drawing back out again. One of his hands moved up and slid along my cheek, his thumb brushed over me while I swallowed a soft noise in the back of my throat. I hooked my ankles over each other, the pose so close to what I dreamed of that I was forgetting my discomfort under the onslaught of sensations.

He pumped his hips before lifting his muzzle up and brushing it against my own, sliding and adjusting my muscles to his length while I swallowed down a shaky breath. His fingers rubbed back along my cheek before I lifted my muzzle up to kiss him, feeling his warm soft tongue dancing out to meet me. He was pushing deeper into me, my walls worked and contracted down tightly around him before the thickest portion of him pushed right up against my spread ring. He was breathing so fast against my muzzle, his eyes unfocused as he kissed me slowly, with as much care as he always did. There was nothing in the world like the way he kissed me, the slow draw out between tongues and the velvet of his lips gliding against my own. I arched myself, tightening my legs around his hips, and felt the base pushing inwards until I let out a breathy whimper.

Hiasaki responded with a gentle pump and rock forward, the smooth movement pushing him in deeper, caressing parts of myself that had never been stroked. I curled my toes, feeling a warm ball of pleasure forming low in my stomach. I moved both of my paws to his shoulders, bracing myself as more of his weight pressed down against me and his hips curled up along the curve of my haunches. The slow push and pressure built up against me, but he drew back before it become too much. It was all subtly off, I knew that in the back of my mind, but that didn't stop my pleasure in the closeness, the intimacy of the act while I swallowed a soft whimper when he pushed back into me again and the thick base began to push against the taut ring.

His fur was so soft, so much thicker than my own, it ran against my chest and stomach, brushing through my own smooth fur in a sensual rush that had me shivering. I let him lead the kiss as I swallowed soft noises each time the thrusts push forward, the movements growing smoother and faster. The stimulating strokes sent shocks of pleasure through me, ones I wasn't braced for and arched up with soft cries he swallowed down with his kiss. The base steadily spread me wider, the slickness of the precum that was constantly spilling form his tip helped to ease it inwards, spreading my walls wider, stretching the tight ring open until I felt the bulge sliding into my body. The moment it breached past the opening my warm gripping walls squeezed and I felt him tense up. His lips pulled away with a low shocked cry of pleasure, his paws moved to clutch my hips as he shuddered to a stop.

I could feel his heart beat through the line of his shaft, the quiver and twitch of him built through me, the wetness of his precum dribbled out before he pulled backwards. He moved so slowly, as if he were afraid to hurt me, but the slow withdraw only heightened my pleasure. My foot paws dropped down lower, clinging to him as tightly as I could as he withdrew just far enough the knot slipped free before he was pressing back inwards again. He tucked his muzzle beside my cheek, his soft breathing ruffling against my ear as he pushed forward again, sinking all the way forward, deep enough that the swell of his orbs bumped right against my rump. I swallowed a whimper as I turned my cheek to rub it against his own, feeling his movements beginning to turn into short thrusts, but they were thrusts I echoed with my own movements.

I rolled my hips up, the natural movements pushing me further back onto the counter as his arms slid further around my hips and pulled me backwards against him. The moment was more than I had ever experienced in my life, I drew my lower lip under and bit it hard enough to nearly draw blood as I cried out when he plunged forward again. The knot was spreading me wider, the thickness pushing at my walls as they tightened naturally, making it harder for him to draw back. He didn't try to force it or struggle against my gripping walls, he only shortened his thrusts until he was just barely stirring the dark red length through my body. I squeezed around him, wriggling beneath his weight as he began to let out short noises and I felt his fingers gripping down tighter against him. I tilted my muzzle in against his ear, arching upwards as the swell of the base began to blossom wider and wider, locking inside of me in a way that was more intimate than anything I had ever experienced in my life. It was too much, it was all too much, it had me crying out.

Hiasaki's legs were shaking as he pushed forward, his grip pulled me back against him before I heard him cry out, my name erupted past his lips as his entire shaft began to throb and twitch inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut and set my teeth against his shoulder to muffle my own pleasure as the first warm rush erupted out of him in a pressured stream. I wasn't ready for it, I'd never imagined what it would feel like until I felt the warmth spreading through my lower belly as rope after rope was spilling out inside of me. I felt the furred orbs twitching in time as he held still and shaking above me, his arms holding me tight, keeping me close as every quiver and spill spread through me, the moment drawing out. His knot kept me locked in close, the heavy width kept me strained open wide about him as I swallowed a breath and tipped my head forward slightly.

My heart was beating so rapidly that I could almost taste my pulse while the fox slowly relaxed above me, his muscles going slack one by one before he was resting against me. He let out a soft breath and shifted his weight and my own backwards just enough that I had more of my body pressed on the counter. I felt another spill of warm wetness rushing up from his tip, oozing deep inside of me, causing my cheeks to flush a dark red. In all my fevered fantasies I hadn't imagined doing this with someone, it different from anything I had imagined, or how I'd heard people talk about it, but it felt so good to be pressed against the thick furred chest and the feel of the muzzle that rested against the curve of my shoulder. His warm breath tickled against my fur as he relaxed and stroked my sides and finally lifted his head up, his ears tipped back and a warm expression on his face.

I didn't know what to say. He looked down at me with a depth of emotion that made me swallow a lump in my throat. I could have said so many things, but they all died on my tongue. I was well aware of the fact that he was pressed tight to me, intimately caressing parts of my body that sent shivers down my spine. He smiled a little bit as I licked my lips and tilted my head down a little, feeling the shift that tugged right at the heavy knot that was locked just inside of my passage.

"I forgot about this." I murmured, it wasn't what I wanted to say, but it made him laugh breathlessly in response.

"I think it's safe to say we're going to be late for dinner." He murmured, a hint of humor in his voice, but his eyes were soft as he reached up to run a finger along my cheek.

"I wasn't really that hungry anyway." I answered, tilting my head to lean into the stroke of his fingers dancing along my cheek, the pad brushing up high to make me shiver.

I wanted to lie like this with him for as long as I could. It wasn't just lust and the pleasure of him, it was a connection and intimacy that I had never dreamed possible. The faint twinge of self-doubt and insecurity about my body felt distant when he looked down at me with a vulnerable expression on his face. He studied me closely, the smile rested against the edges of his lips, teasing them as he stroked his paw back and forth lightly, both of us panting heavily. There was no doubt we wouldn't be moving for some time, and I didn't mind that, I didn't mind anything as long as he kept looking at me the way he did. Dinner could wait.