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“Well, well. Look what we’ve got here…”

Kage jumped as his father tilted his mug downwards, then pointed up with the other paw. The younger male followed the motion, glanced, and felt his ears flick back in surprise, then forward again just as Bandit leaned in to meet him. He had to stand up onto his tiptoes a bit for the difference in height, and even then wobbled a bit for both the force of the kiss as well as the surge of alcohol swelling through his system; mistletoe, he thought, his lips slipping in against his father’s, his tongue quickly swirling, dancing, flicking deeper. Of course. He has it all over the place, and the forge outside, and especially around the bedrooms, and… and…

And Bandit had also had quite a bit to drink, and already ran his paws down along his son’s waist to turn the younger wolf in against him. The warmth of his belly, fur short and thick and lined with sleek muscle beneath… which then gave way to the full, plump heft of his sheath hanging below, jiggling with each little step and then squishing up alongside Kage’s own. The younger wolf sucked in a gasp through flared nostrils at that sensation and immediately returned the grind, his free paw reaching down to sink through musk-dank fur; he slid in to wrap his fingers about his father’s sheath against his own, then down further to curl around one, then both of his balls, then rolled and squeezed them in against himself, and turned his head to let himself slide deeper into the kiss.

Bandit shivered against him, swallowed – Kage felt the suction within his mouth – then held his breath for a moment, then puffed it back out… and suddenly there was another heat welling out against the younger wolf. His eyes fluttered open, then just as quickly drifted shut again: he had surely had quite a bit to drink, as now he emptied it right back out into his son’s pelt, his rich mark arcing up from the supple end of his sheath, sparkling in the air, and then spreading back down against him, spraying over both of them, cutting little rivulets through their fur, tickling across their balls to then trickle down to the floor between their footpaws.

As his stream strengthened from a trickle into a flow, Bandit rumbled against him, his breath warm in Kage’s mouth. The younger wolf swallowed the slickness of his father’s saliva, the touch of the alcohol cool in the back of his throat; he repeatedly thrust his hips in against the other wolf’s, letting the curve of his mark stream up across his belly and then down over his groin, the wet heat coaxing him steadily out of his own sheath and teasing across his balls. His powerful, sharp scent rose steadily between them, tinting the ongoing kiss with its presence; Bandit slid his paws away from Kage’s waist to raise them behind his head, pushing his waist forward and letting himself go without bothering to aim, head bent to remain in the kiss.

Even so, though, his lips worked against him and he swallowed again, then drew just far enough back to speak: “Well, son? Don’t be shy,” and then he nipped at Kage’s lower lip. “I know your tank is full, too. It’s the holidays. Give into it…”

“Hm…” Kage followed him back to dive back into the kiss, lips pursed, sucking in return – and then drawing Bandit’s tongue into his mouth. He held it there for a moment, suckling and slurping around it, one paw now squeezing around the older wolf’s sheath even as it steadily plumped with his growing arousal; with a forefinger and thumb he nudged the supple lip back and forth, turning the stream from a single coherent flow into a loose spray, and then back again as he revealed his length and obscured it again. “Well, if you insist…”

Then he, too, drew back and looked down, nostrils flared as he drew in the mixed heat of his father’s piss and musk pervading over his own. Kage gritted his teeth, swallowed, drew in a breath, sighed… then let a soft moan trickle from between his lips as he finally began to unload as well. Right as he did so, Bandit reached down to press his son’s sheath back past his tip, allowing his stream to arc uninhibited; Kage sighed with sweet delight at the sensation of the two sources of heat dribbling across him, his bellyfur thoroughly soaked and dripping, then angled his body to return the favor for Bandit across from him.

As he continued to piss he leaned in to kiss him again, and Bandit returned that as well. One paw went back down to his waist, fingers reaching around to grip his rump; the other came up, dripping with one or both of their marks, to tease the wet warmth and scent across his jaw. Kage swallowed, bucked his hips forward, squeezed down so that the strength of his mark picked up and splashed between them, then took his father’s wrist in his paw and brought those fingers down to slip them into the kiss, tongue dancing around, lapping off the gathered heat.

Heady, salty musk sparkled through his maw. He swallowed it down, sighed out a moan, and pressed himself against him again, paw working both of their sheaths, growing shafts rubbing against one another, smearing each other in their natural slickness. Bandit’s stream dwindled down to a trickle, then gave a few more loose sprays and finally pinched off; Kage tugged back just so he could stroke himself against him, the trickling piss providing a warm grease that smeared beneath his fingers.

Then he, too, drew back, panting from the force of the kiss, world spinning slightly. Kage glanced down between himself and his father; Bandit’s hard cock twitched against his, bouncing upwards with each pulse, a final trickle of his own slightly darker mark rolling down along the underside. Noticing his son’s appraisal, he reached down, slid his paw along Kage’s down to push his sheath back past his unswollen knot, and tugged him forward to wipe him off in his similarly wet bellyfur.

The younger male looked up again, mouth quirking in a smile. Bandit chuckled beneath his breath, winked, and leaned in to lap across his son’s cheek. “How’s that for a gift?”

“Seems to me…” Kage did the same, giving his father’s hard cock a good, smooth stroke. “That that’s only half of what you wanted to do, isn’t it?...”