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Mason & Lark F

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Mason wasn't completely unaccustomed to offering oral sex but he'd never done anything of the sort with an Oolou before. Even when he was with Lark the two had stuck with the Human pleasing his lupine companion with his hand, but, devoting himself to pleasing the Wolf as much as Lark desired to please him, the Human committed, and he found his mouth full of very eager, very appreciative Oolou flesh. As a result, Mason's senses exploded from the stimulation of scent and taste.

Lark's arousal had always been possessed of a distinct musk that, at its height bordered on acrid, but, face full of the scent and mouth full of the male flavor, Mason was overwhelmed with the sheer masculinity of it. The Human had never shied away from his companion's distinct aroma but, as Lark's shaking hips threatened to start thrusting into his lips with abandon, Mason had to face reality: the Oolou Steward was an acquired taste... and the young man had acquired it.

Mason lost himself to the sensation of the textured shaft working against his lips and tongue, reveling in the soft huffs, eager growls, and appreciative groans' they grew even stronger as the Human gently cupped his partner's furry sac in a palm. The gesture resulted in Lark immediately going still, panting. Slowly drawing his lips off of the constantly leaking member, Mason looked up along the length of the Wolf's body and to the goofy grin and lolling tongue plastered across Lark's face. "Is this alright, Lark?"

Still panting, Lark paused just long enough to lick his muzzle before replying in his native tongue. "If you are looking to have me stop you, Mason, you will not find an excuse."

Mason smiled when he realized that Lark spoke his name perfectly, but also due to the response and the hunger evident in the Wolf's voice. The Human responded simply with a smirk. "Ah'awoo."

There was no more discussion once the Human's lips returned to their work. Mason used one hand to caress the Oolou's furred belly and chest, the other continuing to cup and caress the heavy contents of Lark's fuzzy sac. Enjoying every moment of providing such an experience to his companion, Mason also used the opportunity to explore the even more intimate side of their connection, reading the Wolf's body's subtle non-verbal cues and paying attention to the sounds that were becoming more common and more insistent.

Lark's hips twitched in willful reservation and Mason saw out the corner of his eye the Oolau's paws gripping the bed linens tightly; the Wolf's entire body was taut and shaking at the stimulation. Between feral sounds of pure bliss and rumbling repetition of Oolau explicates roughly translating to "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!", Lark gave himself completely over to Mason's ministrations. Despite how long it had been since the young man had last gone down on someone and his relatively limited experience in the act, his partner was definitely not complaining. It didn't take very long after that before the Human got his ample 'reward'.

Mason had seen how much Lark was able to produce with a single ejaculation, but having it spray across the Wolf's abdomen or coat his fingers was one thing, but to have it shot directly into his mouth jet after jet with barely a pause was something else entirely. The taste was far stronger than the precum which had accompanied his ministrations, and he had to swallow repeatedly to keep it from overflowing and spilling out his mouth, but he barely managed to keep ahead of it. The Oolou's orgasm lasted for four such swallows before the release trailed off into a gentle dribble, at which point Lark collapsed back on the sheets with a long, drawn out groan of euphoria followed by a soft, adoring repetition of the Human's name. "Mason... Mason Mason Mason Mason Mason..."

Smiling, the Human crawled up the bed until he was high up enough to lay down beside Lark. The Oolou had over 20 centimeters of height on him, but he didn't mind in the least, laying his head on the furred chest of his companion as the Oolou remained splayed out, panting contentedly. Chuckling, Mason kissed the Wolf's collar bone, fingers brushing through his thick chest fur. "Well... if nothing else you don't have to worry about being a duhdgoi anymore, right?"

Lark let out a derisive snort but it didn't have the usual condemnation and had hints of levity in it. "You are a silly, silly hummman, Mmmason."

Despite the Wolf messing up the word 'human', Mason did have to give him due appreciation for continuing to get the name right. "You pronounced the M again. You're getting good at that, you know."

The Oolou's muzzle split into a content smile and he leaned forward to snuffle the top of the Human's head. "I found what works... when I think about you, and how you make me feel, it is easy to say your name."

The warmth in the statement made the young man blush, and he raised his head so that his lips could meet the Wolf's. Lark did a far better job of accepting Mason's kiss and, even though his muzzle wasn't shaped right for returning it, the Oolou still did a decent job of meeting it in good form. "You make me feel good too, Lark. I'm glad you're here with me."

Lark fidgeted, slipping free of Mason's grasp before rolling over beside him, pulling his tail out of the way in invitation as he presented himself for mounting. "I am happy to help you feel good, Mason."

The Human chuckled at that, pulling the Wolf close to him once again so he could hug his companion's broad back. "I don't need to do that tonight, Lark... I just want to be close to you... maybe be held a little. I like it when you hold me."

Lark rolled over once more, turning to face the Human. Leaning forward, the Wolf licked Mason's nose and folded his arms around the young man, giving him a gentle-but-firm embrace. "Good... I like holding you."

Squirming around in the Oolou's loose grasp, Mason rolled onto his side and slid back into Lark's grasp; he had long since grown to revel in the feel of spooning with the large Wolf, almost as if they fit together like two puzzle pieces. Lark rumbled softly, lowering his muzzle until it rested atop the Human's head, arms giving Mason another gentle squeeze before the settled into one of the most enjoyable snuggling positions the young man thought possible with his roommate.

Closing his eyes, the Human absorbed the moment, lazing contentedly atop his bed with his friend's thick, furred arms wrapped around him, feeling Lark's hot breath wash across the top of his head and the gentle massage of the Wolf's furred chest and belly press his shirt against his back. Taking that sensation in, Mason realized things weren't quite perfect, and managed to squirm his hands arms free of Lark's embrace, and quickly doffed his shirt before laying down once again and pressing himself back against the warm, furred wall that was his lupine companion with a victorious declaration of "There... that's better."

Lark's nose pressed against the back of Mason's head and the Oolou inhaled deeply, pulling him a little closer as he spoke soft in his native tongue. "I agree..."

The young man had long since grown used to falling asleep with Lark, lulled to sleep with the strong-and-steady breath, the warm, thick fur, and the musky scent of Wolf. That night, however, he kept his eyes open, reveling in the feel of the proximity to his companion. They had grown close in the time they'd been together-- their physical intimacy was beginning to mirror their emotional connection and it felt like a natural progression. Mason smiled to himself as Lark gave him another gentle squeeze, the Wolf's tongue washing over the back of his head against his hair.

Chuckling softly, the young man reached up behind himself, hand finding its way to the top of Lark's head before his fingers located his friend's ear and the Human began to scratch behind it. The Wolf's body went taut, a soft, breathy groan escaping him and it was all Mason could do to keep from laughing as the Wolf's leg twitched, threatening to start kicking. Lark murmured "That feels good, Mason..."

Inner warmth matching what his body felt against him, the Human's smile broadened. "Good. It's supposed to."

Lark snuffled the top of his head even more, eliminating the distance between their bodies while letting another pleased groan loose, his paws caressing Mason's chest. The Human enjoyed their mutual touching, but paused when the Wolf's hips also closed the distance and he felt a firm, warm, furry ridge against his lower exposed back. "Uh... Lark?"

He wasn't concerned or worried as much as he was curious; in their past times together Lark's body had calmed down for the entire night after he'd gotten off but based on the hard length pressed aginst his spine, the Wolf was nowhere near spent. When the Oolou let out another shaky breath, hips pressing forward against his body, Mason knew something was up-- both figuratively and literally. After a long pause with his body taut, Lark withdrew marginally, releasing a held breath with a soft rumble creating a vibrato to his words. "I know... we should be sleeping."

Keeping one hand on Lark's head, his other one sought out one of the Wolf's paws resting against his sternum. He slid his fingers beneath the Oolou's, interlacing so that Lark's palm was pressed against the back of his hand. "Are you okay, Lark?"

The Wolf let out a grunt, withdrawing his hips just a little more. "Ah'ahwoo."

The realization of their intimacy struck stronger when Mason felt the small bead of precum that had been smeared on his back begin to dribble down his skin and it made him shiver. Working to keep his breath even, Mason slid back, closing the distance between the two of them. "You pulled away. Are you sure you're alright?"

He heard Lark swallow audibly and felt the Wolf's throat move against the back of his head. "Y-yes... do not worry about it."

Closing his eyes, Mason bit his bottom lip; they had shared a very strong connection ever since he'd spent time with Lark in the medical wing, and that connection had only grown. They had shared no small amount of intimacy, but was it because he was Lark's Rorsk, or was there more to it? The fact that the Oolou's body responded to his presence suggested that there was at least an attraction, if not something more. Mason slowly removed his hand from his companion's head and moved to take hold of Lark's second paw. "Lark?"

The Wolf's throat swallowed again, and Mason heard his nose begin to sniff even as Lark spoke. "Your heart beat has increased... is everything alright?"

The progress he'd made with Lark had been slow and steady forward steps... sometimes counted in inches of progress. He honestly didn't know why he was so willing to suddenly jump off a cliff in progressing things. "Lark?"

"Mmmmason..."

The Human cleared his throat, using his hold on Lark's paws to pull the Wolf's arms even more fully around him. "Humans don't do Rorsk and Uhnyl... stuff. I mean... not in the way that the Oolou do things."

The Wolf swallowed again against the back of Mason's head, and the Human could tell that Lark's member was starting to spill out of his sheath again; slick, furless flesh was pinned against the small of his back and, as it was hardening and thickening it was growing, creeping further up past vertebrae after vertebrae. Lark swallowed again before answering in a contrived tone of non-commitment. "...Oh?"

Mason was laying on his left side so he didn't have as much freedom of motion with that arm; he let go of Lark's right paw with his right hand and slowly reached back behind himself, fingers slipping between their bodies until they encountered the hot, pulsing shaft. Gently encircling it, the Human took hold of the Wolf's member. "Are you... willing to explore something else, Lark?"

The Oolau began to rock his hips back and forth, lazily thrusting into Mason's grasp. "We have done this before..." he panted headily. "... I like this... a lot."

The Human's teeth began to chatter as he felt the adrenaline hit. Easing out of Lark's embrace, Mason pushed himself further up on the mattress even as he kicked his trousers and underwear off. He kept going until he was able to work a better angle on the Wolf's flesh in his hand and, amidst the movement Lark had stopped thrusting, but let out a strangled yelp when Mason adjusted the angle and the Oolou's pointed tip pressed against his opening. Committing himself, the Human spoke to dispel any doubt as to what he had planned. "Is it... okay to have you... ah... inside me, Lark?"

His companion was panting at that point, body shaking easily as much as Mason's. He spoke in the Oolou tongue, and even that was hesitant. "If... if you will... guide me, Mason... yes. Yes. I... it is very okay."

Still slick by saliva and semen mixed with the natural lubricant from his sheath, Lark slipped into Mason with surprising ease. The young man hadn't bottomed for anyone in a long time and he was astounded at how simple it was to take Lark... at first. "Oh, man..."

The Oolou rumbled softly, paws traversing Mason's chest and abdomen as he began licking more fervently, very nearly whimpering out the words "You are so warm... oh, Mason... I... you... rrrrr."

The words were replaced by a growl, but it was not a threatening one; the sound made a shiver run up Mason's spine and curled his toes as he felt another inch or two of Lark's rigid shaft slide into him as the Wolf pulled him closer, furred body writhing against his naked one. Mason gasped when his companion offered a proper, experimental thrust. "Oof!"

Lark when immediately still. "Mason...? Did... did I hurt you?"

They'd joked often when Mason was inside Lark that the Wolf didn't mind a little pain and that a Rorsk was supposed to be a little rough, but the faint, concerned whine followed by the Wolf's immediate freeze in that situation suggested that he didn't plan to give as good as he got. Wincing slightly, Mason gave the Wolf's paw a gentle squeeze. "It's... it's fine. I just... I haven't done this with an Oolou before."

Lark returned the squeeze. "Should I stop?"

The young man shook his head, pressing his hips back against his companion's, easing another fraction of an inch of the Wolf's shaft into him. The tenseness had been momentary and the pain was already fading. "I'm alright, Lark... Ah-ahwoo."

He received a comforting lick on the back of his head and the Oolou began working his hips again, albeit, much gentler. Mason closed his eyes, absorbing every sensation of the Wolf's every movement, the feel of the fur on his back, the strong arms gripping him tightly but tenderly, and the textured, slick flesh slipping into and out of him at a slow, methodical pace. Lark's licking abated for a moment, the Oolou's panting accentuated by words "You... you are so tight, and smooth... it-- it is like you were made for me. This... feels SO good, Mason."

Lark's entire body was getting into it, his hind paws pushing against the mattress to minor effect since they were laying on their sides, but there was no lack of trying. Each movement from his companion massaged Mason's back and the thick flesh inside him worked him powerfully, even if the Wolf was clumsy at it. The Human's free hand made its way to his own member, which was rock hard and dripping; he began to stroke himself. "Mmm... I think so too, Lark. Keep at it... keep it up."

The Wolf didn't heed his request, slowing to a stop. Lark's cold, wet nose bumped the back of his head. "Wait... I want to try it like you do with me."

Mason was a little confused. "Like I do with--" he was interrupted as the Oolou bodily hefted him up, rotating him around until his back landed on the mattress and the large, furred body loomed over him. The Human felt his cheeks blush as hungry eyes gaze down at him. He crooned as Lark slid into him in one go right up to his knot. He definitely understood what the Wolf had in mind. "Oh..."

Lark pressed forward, his larger body forcing Mason's legs further apart until the Human rotated them, hooking his ankles around the Wolf's hips, pulling them even closer together and causing the Oolou to grunt. Smiling down at Mason, Lark lowered his head and licked the young man's lips. The Human licked back, and offered up his own version of a kiss; he could feel his companion's wagging through his hips.

One hand on Lark's shoulder, Mason's other hand went back to grab the headboard of the bed, clenching his jaw as the Wolf started to thrust in earnest. He began grunting in time with the Oolou's movements, insides spasming as they threatened to cramp against the thick intruder. Eventually he hissed out through his teeth "Fffff-uuuuuuck."

Lark slowed immediately, ears going up as he pulled his face back. "Am... I hurting you, Mason? I do not want to hurt you."

Mason shook his head. "N-no... I'm fine, Lark... ah-ahwoo."

The Wolf pulled back, his member slipping free as he lowered his face, gingerly nuzzling the Human's jaw line. "I want you to feel good, like you make me feel, Mason. I know that humans are not as tough as Oolou. if you are not--"

Lark was silenced as Mason reached up and pulled his face down for another kiss. Rather than keeping to his standard Human method, the young man instead brushed his tongue across the front of Lark's muzzle, and then slipped it into the Oolou's furred lips. It had an immediate effect, and Lark's entire body began swaying with his tail, tongue emerging to capture Mason's and drag it into his muzzle. With no further encouragement needed, Lark reentered the Human with eagerness, and no longer held back, railing into him with wild abandon. Mason didn't last much longer.

Dealing with his family, Mason was often emotionally overwhelmed. Early in his education, Mason felt vastly overwhelmed by information. Early that morning, with Lark hunched over him was the first time Mason had ever felt physically overwhelmed, and it was more than enough to drive him over the edge. Crying out with unrestrained euphoria, the Human called Lark's name, legs gripping his lover's hips, pulling him even deeper as Mason's entire body began spasming and long lines of semen sprayed out of his twitching erection, pushed out of him by the pistoning Wolf flesh inside him.

Lark let out a half growl, half-whine, repeating Mason's name over and over, but Mason was so lost in the sensation that he barely picked up on the warning. "I need to pull ba--" but it was too late. With Mason's legs wrapped around his hips, clamping him in place, the Wolf thrust once more, powerfully so and, with their hips so close together, the Human's opening took such a pounding that it relented in one go and a red hot pain seared through Mason's rump, turning the final pulse of his ejaculation into a blazing fire that ran all the way up his spine and made him cry out anew.

The worst of the pain lasted only a second, but, even as it lessened in severity, it began drawing out into a burning fullness, and, only then did Mason realize what had happened. Groaning, Lark flopped down atop him, the Oolou's full weight coming to rest on him as his companion shivered, writhing in ecstacy; from his position with the Wolf atop him, Mason could see his lover's tail flick and twitch in tandem with each pulse of semen being sprayed into him.. Lark's unresponsiveness lasted for only a moment before the Wolf rolled over, gripping Mason tightly so as to carry him with. Mason ended up perched atop Lark's hips-- they were thoroughly locked together.

Mason was quickly ready to offer some reproachful words but, as he stared down at the giddy, panting, smiling Wolf face gazing up at him adoringly, the Human realized that he was easily as much to blame for the situation, and he offered only the slightest objection. "Ow..."

Lark's smiled ended, and his ears raised but he continued panting little aftershocks of shivers running through him and Mason felt the entirely-too-thick canine cock deep inside him continuing to twitch, painting his insides with warmth of the same heat as the Oolou's body temperature-- it was noticeable. His attention was pulled away from that, however, when his companion's paw sought out his hand, interlacing fingers with him. "Dezah Gu'hoi."

Mason was familiar with the word meaning, but he'd never really known the right context in which to use it. Suddenly faced with it, the young man found himself blushing; it was a statement of supreme adoration and desire for continued companionship and company. He grunted again as he attempted to shift in the Wolf's lap and another consideration came to his mind, inquisitive thought taking over the intimate moment and he had to speak the statement aloud. "Lark... we're tied."

The insides of the Oolou's ears reddened slightly as they lowered almost imperceptibly. Lark rumbled softly, a strong note of pleasure in it as he added in a Human-like nod. "Yes. We are."

Mason felt his blush grow. "I... I thought Oolou males didn't always tie."

Lark's paws gave both of the Human's hands a gentle squeeze. "True. We do not... but... I want to be with you, Mason. I want to stay with you... like this... or any way. Often. Always. When I am with you, I... do not have to abide."

It was the closest thing Mason heard to the words he had never expected to. They ended up coming from his lips first. "Lark... I... love you."

Despite being trapped beneath his body, Lark's tail began to wag against the bed. "I love YOU, Mason."

Although Mason would have thought it impossible to fall asleep with a thick Wolf knot the size of a softball wedged in his ass, the moment was otherwise perfect for it and, somehow, he managed. Despite the discomfort, he was content.

* * * * *

Having not set the alarm, Mason and Lark awoke late the following morning. Knowing that Dr Cohen had planned for the two of them to attend an orientation in preparation for Lark entering into the Programme officially there was a huge flurry of activity as the Human tried to usher the Wolf into a faster-than-usual prep time. It didn't go as planned.

Standing, completely naked, Lark just smiled as Mason tried to force a fresh Unity Programme uniform on him, even while trying to get dressed in his own. The Wolf, in the end, won the argument for taking a little extra time to get ready by grinning as he stated "You are starting to drip on your leggings, Mason."

Cursing, the Human bunched up the cloth and held it between his legs, using it to protect the carpet as he shuffled his way to the bathroom. Lark, wagging, followed after him. The two had showered together before, but there was something even more intimate about the way the Oolou not only shared the stall, but also insisted on helping Mason, soaping him up with his paws, taking the shower head to wash him, and even licked at his neck a few times. There were hugs, and gentle kisses and, during a moment where Lark's chest was pressed against Mason's back in a warm embrace, there was something entirely new.

Lark had a hold of the shower wand and warm water was washing down Mason's sternum and abdomen, but another, much hotter stream hit his left hip, trickling down the back of his leg. The Human wasn't exactly sure at first but, the moment he smelled the pungent odorous redolence of urine, there was no doubt in his mind. "Are you... peeing on me?"

When Mason tried to turn, Lark kept him held firm, tightening his grip ever so slightly as he nibbled the Human's ear. "You are mine now."

Although the comment was definitely spoken with a soft growl and no shortage of dominance, Mason didn't feel the least bit intimidated by the statement. Tugging his body free, he was not the least it surprised when Lark immediately released him, and the Human spun around to confront his companion. Reaching up to grab the mane atop the Oolou's head, Mason pulled it down to his eye level as he declared "Well you're MINE too."

His statement would have carried more weight if he'd actually been able to pee like he'd planned, but his body just wasn't quite ready to release a stream on someone-- it simply wasn't the way he was hardwired. The Wolf's ears remained up, his expression comedic and inquisitive until, at long last, Mason made it work; it didn't take long for Lark to take notice, and a goofy grin split his muzzle. The words that came out were chiding. "Your human urine is weak... like you."

The young man knew it was playful banter, and he silenced Lark with a kiss, followed by a half-assed "Shut up."

He went to pull away, but Lark grabbed him and brought him closer, their bodies pressed together as he felt the Wolf's thick, full sheath against his belly. His lover licked his nose, and then attempted a Human-like kiss before adding with a heady rumble "It smells nice though... like you."

They had sex again-- Mason mounted Lark first and, when it was the Wolf's turn, he carefully kept the knot on the outside. They dried one another off, with much more caressing and kissing. Finally getting dressed, Mason relented on trying to get to class with the revelation that they'd just end up skipping breakfast. Lark, surprisingly, didn't seem to mind in the least, and the two finished air drying by laying and cuddling on Mason's bed together until the fifteen minute alarm gave them notice that they'd finally have to finish getting ready.

Mason dressed, then helped Lark with a proper uniform. Unlike the standard student clothing, Lark's had short sleeves and his leggings were shorts that didn't go past the Oolou's knees. Technically the uniforms were supposed to go to the wrists and ankles, but it was a compromise. The Wolf grumbled about it, but he made due with a gruff "Ah-ahwoo."

The two of them left their apartment after that, making their way toward the assembly area where the other students would be gathering for announcements. Mason had been separate from the others for so long that he was a little apprehensive about rejoining them but Lark was with him, and he knew there was nothing to worry about... right up until they were joined in the hallway by another pair.

Carlos, a student a year behind Mason came out of an adjoining hallway with his partner, Ufo, a middle-caste Seeker Oolou that looked like a brown-furred Samoyed. Mason felt immediately self conscious when Ufo glanced at him, then at Lark, then back to him, nose working the air. The extra attention the Seeker paid to the pair must have caught Carlos' attention. Turning to his Oolou partner, the young man asked "Ufo... que es?"

Mason had never been one to be cowed by public opinion or worried about the opinion of others. Doubling down, and knowing that the Oolou's strong sense of smell identified their relationship clearly to the Dog, Mason reached out and took Lark's paw in his hand. Smiling up at his companion, Mason offered a wink, speaking in the Oolou tongue. "Come on, Lark. We should go find a good seat."

He could feel Carlos' eyes on their back as they went on ahead and he heard the other Human comment quietly "Ay... veo."