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"Oh shit!" Martinez blurted as he spun around, hand shielding his eyes as he went back into his room.

It did not save him. The image of his roommate's exposed, freshly washed sheath was clear in his mind.

"Oh my god! You-" Martinez heard the voice trail off, followed by the scratch of clawtips against the hardwood floor, surely paws scampering back from where they came. The slam of the bathroom door echoed down the narrow hallway.

Stock-still, lips pursed, Martinez stood, his hands on his hips. Flutters of diminishing shock rose in his chest. He considered sitting down, but his desire to simply process proved greater.

Spencer had fur just a shade darker than the lightest of tans, save for his neck, belly, and, as Martinez had so recently discovered, his crotch, which were paper white. Being a fennec, he had ears that were rivaled in size only by the few rabbits they knew (his ears were also similar in sensitivity, but Spencer would never admit this). His hands were shaped like a human's, but sported fur and black nails. Despite these, his legs ended in paws, soft pads and all. A fluffy tail would often swish to and fro behind his shapely rear. His eyes were wide and black like a puppy's, one of Martinez's favorite features about him.

Unlike most other males of his kind, however, Spencer was distinctly slim. A trim waist, narrow shoulders, lithe arms and long legs. His face alone had gotten him confused as a female on more than one occasion. And the fact that he often dressed in loose, pink shirts didn't exactly help.

Martinez shook his head.

A series of beeps rang out, and, breaking from his thoughts, he darted out of his room, starting toward the kitchen. He'd been on his way to check on their planned-out lunch before he had been… interrupted.

Careful not to slip while wearing socks, he passed hastily through the living area before he reached the far corner. It was a cramped assortment of cupboards and drawers, a dishwasher and one very beepy oven. Their flat wasn't spacious by any stretch, but it had everything they needed. Retrieving a pair of mitts from an adjacent drawer, Martinez pulled open the door, a wave of heat rushing out in stark contrast to the cool room air. He reached inside and slid out a deep pan. Using a foot to shut the oven, he set the dish on the countertop.

Behind him was a square, teak table. He smiled.

I'm an idiot.

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When Spencer appeared again (dressed this time), he walked in on a very different room. The blinds had been mostly closed, leaving duo candles on the table to provide most of the light. The teardrop flames cast a warm glow on the white walls, painting them a faintly discernible orange. Draped in a clean, neat cloth, the table itself was set like it might fit at a self-respecting restaurant; napkins folded, silverware, two plates of lasagna and two chairs. One of which was occupied.

“Hey, just in time. Come sit down and eat," Martinez said, gesturing.

“Wow… you uh…" Spencer trailed off.

The human nodded. “I did. I wanted something relaxing for a change, just a nice little atmosphere, ya know?" he explained, already digging in.

Spencer walked over and took a seat, scooting the chair in a bit more to his liking. Martinez, after taking a bite, looked up at him. His fur was still somewhat frizzy, even though it was dry by now. And it was damnably adorable. The bastard was too cute for his own good-

He internally cursed himself. Those were no thoughts for lunch with a friend.

“It's all set up almost like a date," the fox chuckled, beginning to help himself to his meal.

Martinez grinned. “I know it's weird, but fuck it. I wanna feel like I'm dining out- in our apartment."

“It is weird," Spencer said.

Their conversation was accented by the clatter of cutlery against ceramic plates.

Spencer paused, opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He found his words eventually. "I wanted to say sorry about earlier. I had no idea you were home to be honest."

Martinez was glad the fox brought it up himself.

"No big deal to me. I thought it was funny more than anything," the human said. "Do you just… shower and then walk around nude when I'm not here?" he asked.

"I don't…" Spencer tried. His gaze flicked to the table. Stiff in his chair, he sat with his lips parted, his shoulders limp as if pushed down by weight.

Martinez stopped eating. "It's all good if you don't wanna talk about it. I was just curious," he said.

Spencer's eyes grew wide with obvious nervousness and concern as he looked to the human once more. He straightened up.

"Oh no, no it's not that. I just feel bad because you've been such a cool roommate and it was rude of me to make you see that,"

The human's chest swelled, and he hoped the warmth in his cheeks wasn't too visibly apparent.

Sighing, the fox continued. "It feels so natural to walk around without any clothes. I dunno. Maybe I'm just a weirdo."

"You could've asked me. If that's what you like then that's what you like. I'd be fine if you did that, I wasn't ready for it then because there wasn't any warning."

"You… you'd be fine with it?"

Martinez shrugged. He was only being honest.

"Yeah, it's just you and me here. No one to complain about it. So why not, right?" the human said.

The fox's ears twitched, and he shifted in his chair.

Martinez had known Spencer for some time. He knew uncertainty when he saw it.

Shit.

He really couldn't have asked for a better or more complimenting roommate, and to know that Spencer might feel the same way…

The human's fingers unconsciously tightened around his knife and fork.

"I'm sorry, I have to go to the bathroom," Spencer said.

He set down his silverware, stood from his chair, and crossed the room, disappearing down the hall.

A pit of solid ice materialized in Martinez's stomach. It dripped its frozen essence, the drops sinking into him, drawing him lower into sapping regret.

The muffled creak and click of a door opening and closing was another prick of cold in his gut.

To the flickering of the candles, he ruminated in silence.

He hadn't meant it like that. However Spencer was taking it, whatever was upsetting him, he hadn't meant it like that. Spiraling from his core was the urge to the fox. To sit with him. Talk through it.

He wanted to talk with him about anything. He wanted to lay on his bed with Spencer's back against his chest; the fox's soft fur tickling Martinez's bare skin. He wanted to know how Spencer's day went, if he wanted to go anywhere or do anything. He wanted him to know that somebody cared about him.

His breaths were becoming shaky. In his pool of emotions there was a spot of red. Questions that bubbled under the surface of his skin. Possibilities, both past and future, rendered indignance within him. And he became mad that he was angry. Because…

The cutlery on the table rattled as Martinez got up, the sound of his chair scraping across the floor as he rose, cutting a coarse tone through the silence.

His pace was brisk. The hallway seemed smaller. At the end of it, that bathroom was open, the light off. He sighed.

On the right side, Martinez's door was open. On the left side, Spencer's door was shut. A misty pressure bore down on him as he approached it.

He brought a fist up to knock, but let it down after a terse pause.

"Spencer," he said, his eyes cast to the ground.

Beneath the human, the hardwood creaked as he shifted his weight. The apartment air felt cool on his skin.

"Spencer?" he repeated.

From inside he heard movement. Muffled, indistinguishable.

"Hey," he heard. He hated the door for being in the way.

"Look, I uh…" Martinez began. Then he shook his head. "Can I come in?"

He felt like he was saying it all wrong: each of his words another wedge driven between him and his roommate.

Softs steps, just a few. The door swung open. Martinez's lips parted.

Spencer didn't meet his eyes. He moved to the side, one furred hand still on the handle.

"Yes," he muttered.

After a moment of hesitation, Martinez brushed past him. He didn't go into Spencer's room often, so it was always a bit novel when he did. It was neat, clean, and very tastefully decorated. In Martinez's opinion.

"You can sit on the bed if you want," the fox said.

Martinez, feeling no desire to decline, walked over and took a seat on the edge of the mattress, the light blue comforter soft under his hand.

To his surprise, he watched as Spencer left the door and sat down next to him, the bed cushioning under his weight.

A certain strain of dread still lingered, but with it there was a spinning ponderment.

He turned to face Spencer, the words already in his mouth. He saw his eyes. And despite their simplicity, he could see tension and worry in them; in the fox's whole countenance.

"Do-"

"Do you like me?" Spencer said.

Martinez looked away, clasped and unclasped his hands in his lap. There was no more consideration to be had. This was his daydreams come true.

"Yes," he replied.

His chest tingled; hot and electric, but short-lived. He didn't know if it was anxiety or sheer exuberance that prevented him from meeting Spencer's gaze.

"For how long?" the fox asked.

"I don't really know. A long time."

From the corner of his eye the human saw Spencer shake his head.

"No wonder you wouldn't have minded me being naked."

Feeling his arm punched, Martinez turned to the fox. Though it was slight, Spencer wore a grin.

"Spencer I-"

He was stopped by a furry hand held up.

"Please don't Martinez. You don't have to."

But he wanted to. He wanted to apologize, explain, and quell the confusion. He noticed Spencer's breath had gone a tad shaky, his canid lips parted just so, despite his uptone in demeanor.

"Can you kiss me?"

His heart bloomed; first with surprise, and then with desire, coaxed by permission. Is that really what Spencer wanted? It was too good to be true. It was...

He leaned toward the fox, toward his muzzle, and he swore the edges of his vision were going hazy, the man in front of him the only thing he could see or think about. Spencer mirrored him, their lips coming closer. Before he closed his eyes, he brought his right hand up and cupped the fox's fuzzy cheek. It was just as soft as he knew it would be, and he used it to guide himself.

There was the smallest impulse to flinch when he felt it, the smooth, thin fox lips against his own. At first the pressure was trepid, exploratory, but it gave way to an assured press. Martinez raised both his hands to the back of Spencer's head. The fox's huge ears twitched as fingers passed them, and then they flattened.

How am I this lucky, he thought.

Despite his mistakes throughout the day and even over the course of their time as roommates, the human was still getting what he wanted. Lips on lips with the cutest fox he'd ever fucking seen.

Said fox pulled away, and Martinez permitted him.

Spencer's breathing was more than just shaky now. "Why haven't you done that before?" he asked, almost reprimanding in tone.

"I didn't even know if you-"

Martinez was cut off as Spencer kissed him again, straight to the point and deep. The human could feel both his cheeks and lips alight with warmth. He wanted to speak but he wanted to kiss this fox more.

It was then that they separated once more.

"Do you know now?" Spencer asked.

Martinez could only keep his hands on his roommate's shoulders.

"Where did this come from?" the human asked. "I came in here to tell you that I'm sorry for everything that's happened. That's been happening."

The fox beamed with incredulity.

"Why?"

"Because I made you uncomfortable. And all these feelings I've hid away for the last year at least, it's not fair to you."

Spencer's eyebrows furrowed.

"What? Like when…" the fox trailed off, chuckling and giving a shake of his head. "There's absolutely nothing to be sorry about."

The human knew his face was betraying uncertainty, and when the fox scooted closer, sidling up to him, he tried to relax.

"I was nervous too. Still kind of am. I only walked away earlier because of that. It's stupid, but I was embarrassed that it might be too easy to see that I cared what you thought of me." Spencer explained.

Long whiskers again brushed Martinez's ear.

"But there's nothing to be nervous about anymore," the fox whispered. And so the human turned, his lips parted, eyes searching. Spencer was already looking at him. "Can you hold me?" he asked.

Warmth bloomed in Martinez's chest. "Yeah," he answered softly.

He could have sworn if the fox didn't have fur he would be blushing. Said fox turned in place, pushing against the bed before scooching further up onto it. Patting a spot behind himself, he beckoned the human. Sliding over in much the same fashion, but with far more eagerness, he took his place seated behind the fox, their legs parallel on either side.

Doing his damndest to ignore the proximity of his crotch to his roommate's rear end, he hugged Spencer from behind and, hesitantly, laid his chin on his shoulder.

He wondered if fate knew his desires, and it's sense of humor was to fulfill them to suspicious accuracy.

Even through the fox's shirt, his beige fur was so tangibly soft, the human's arms wrapped around his chest. Spencer sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned back into Martinez. His own furry hands hung on the human's forearms.

"You smell really good," Spencer piped up.

Martinez grinned to himself. "Hmm," he hummed in acknowledgement. "Your fur is so soft," he commented, toying with a puff that came just over Spencer's shirt collar.

"So you've said before," the canid chuckled.

The human could feel each rise and fall of the fox's relaxed respiration, the body heat mingling with his own. Already, fuzzy tingles sparked his belly, spurring affectionate rubs on Spencer's chest, the up and down motion slow and unrushed.

He felt Spencer shudder in just the slightest. "You know I actually had a semi-shitty day before I came home, and this makes it all better," the fox said.

"Yeah?" Martinez asked.

"Yeah," Spencer replied.

The human's arms lowered to the fox's midriff and shifted to pull him closer. Leaning his head against Spencer's. Martinez whispered into his ear. "Do you want to lay down?"

Spencer nodded without hesitation. Leaning back, taking the fox with him, Martinez laid back on the bed, swiveling on his hips so he could land on his side, still curled up against his new found love.

In every daydream of them cuddling, he was always big spoon. Judging from the interval quiet, foxy whines now emanating from the anthro in his arms, he could tell Spencer had no problems being little spoon.

"Spencer?"

"Hmm?"

"I really like you," Martinez husked.

Martinez could tell the fox was smiling.

"Really now? Never would've guessed."

The human chortled. "Quiet, you handsome little fox." He began to plant kisses on the back of Spencer's neck; shudders ensued.

"That's- not fair."

"I have zero idea what you're talking about," Martinez said between kisses. "I do know that all is fair in love and war."

"Oh yeah?" The fox challenged.

Slipping straight out of his grasp, Spencer spun bodily to face Martinez on the bed. The human's open-mouthed surprise was quickly suppressed as the fox kissed him back in retaliation. Martinez smiled but indulged him all the same, sneaking a hand behind Spencer's head as the two locked lips.

A deep warmth spread over Martinez's cheeks and nestled within his heart when the canid ended up lying on the human's chest, his own back flat on the mattress. Their lips smacked when they initially parted.

"Fuck. I like doing that way too much," Spencer admitted.

"So why'd you stop?" Martinez asked.

The anthro's only proper response was to pull his lover in once more. And his lover this human was.

Martinez felt that it had been sudden, a sporadic shift of emotions and affections. A lot of stuff all at once, perhaps too much. Did it make what they had now had any less real?

He sure as shit didn't think so. He fucking loved this fox, and fuck if he cared how short of time it had been since he'd admitted these feelings to Spencer.

Snapping back to his immediate reality, the human leaned in further, both hands on the fox's head now. Each cupped a very fuzzy cheek, the extraneous fur another feature that set Spencer apart from most other canine anthro's.

The feeling of smooching a thin-lipped canid was at once addicting and exotic; his mind racing with subsequent surges of euphoria.

Breaking their kiss only to catch their breaths, Martinez stared into those pearly-black, puppy eyes once more. The fox looked exasperated: wanting and desperately so.

His hands took on a wanderlust, sliding down the back of the fox's neck before he moved them directly to the sides. Roving over finely combed fur, Martinez brushed from the top of his roommate's ribcage to the bottom. Even past that they explored, eventually settling in the curve just above the hips.

Holding the fox by the waist felt right. There was unspoken control the position offered, both suggested and physical. Martinez wanted Spencer to know that any time the human had the anthro in his arms, he was safe and sound.

"What are you lookin' at?" Spencer chided playfully, seeing that Martinez was examining his body in their close proximity.

Not even averting his eyes to answer, replied, "You're beautiful."

The canid's fuzzy ears flattened against his head. "No…" he denied weakly.

Smiling, Martinez nodded to the contrary. "Your fur is such a nice color. And you have the cutest fucking face I've ever seen."

Spencer shook his head and shut his eyes, the slightest of mischievous grins creeping on.

"How can I convince you?" Martinez inquired.

"Hmm…" the anthro wondered aloud before he shrugged. Then he shifted.

The human flinched when he felt a pair of hands-on his own body, the digits gliding over by the tips, leaving a pleasant tingle in their wake. He took a deep breath as they traced past his belt line. His fox kept going; down and down.

They both watched. Denim fabric hides little sensation.

“Spencer…"

The tingles became lightning as they neared. Martinez hated the distance. He also knew it was necessary.

Spencer looked up when his wrists were grasped, halted. The human's fire was hedged only by the pit in his stomach.

“Don't you-"

“No, I do. God, you have no idea how bad I want to," Martinez interrupted spiritedly. “Look at us," he continued.

“I know we've known each other for a while but we've only known this for a few minutes. We're going a little too fast here."

Spencer's grin diminished. Martinez brought a hand to his cheek, caressing it. “There's this place I wanna take you. Tomorrow. Lemme wine and dine you a little."

Instead of where he'd been denied, Spencer explored the human's chest, palms flat, roving in slow patterns.

“Hmmm," the fox hummed, his gaze averted. He sighed. “Okay," he said, tapping Martinez's nose.

They both grinned.

“But just be warned," he continued. “When that fateful night comes," Spencer paused and leaned in so that his muzzle was next to the human's ear. “I'm gonna rock your world."

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For the next week, the two toured the town. It was small and it was home. Martinez took Spencer to the Lakeside Bistro; well-respected, french gourmet. At night, the string lights bathed the area in incandescent orange, the resulting shadows shallow and soft. When prompted by the waitress, Martinez elected a table under a tall willow, right at the brim of the outdoor seating. While the in-house decor was to die for, the human wanted a little more privacy. He wanted it to be about them.

Their spot was dark, and the rest of the tables around them were vacant. They talked, ate, laughed, perhaps a bit loudly at times. Martinez discovered just how fast a bottle of wine could go in a matter of hours. Although, he never cared for the taste.

With the bill paid, Spencer hung off of his human as they made their way back to the car. Before Martinez helped the fox into the passenger side, he felt whiskers against his ear. “I want you to be my mate," came the inebriating words.

Martinez hadn't planned on driving drunk that night.

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By the end of the week, the myriad words and sentiments were all in the same stream of memory, a direct flow of affection and tender recollections that warmed Martinez as he thought. It was late again.

Spencer and him had been talking, sitting on the bed. Spencer's, that is. Again.

“I'm telling you, foxes are the cutest. Not even a competition," the human asserted.

The fox pushed him, wearing a playful smile. “You're just saying that 'cause you think it'll get you laid."

Martinez pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Won't it?" he asked.

“No!" Spencer exclaimed. The human couldn't help but chuckle whenever the fox acted insulted.

First taking a deep breath in, Martinez let a deep breath out. “You know what I really wanna do right about now?" he asked.

Spencer's fuzzy ears perked, and his tail flicked behind him. “Hmm?"

“Well here, it'll be easier if I just-" Martinez lunged for the fox, taking pleasure in watching those dark eyes widen as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. “Show you!" he finished.

The fox gasped, resisting in a way that only worsened his predicament. The two wrestled to overcome the other, although it was sorely one-sided, as neither party truly wanted Spencer to escape. So in the end, the fox lost, cuddled from behind by the larger human. Martinez kissed the back of his neck, as he'd grown so fond of doing.

“I almost wish you'd put up a real fight," the human murmured.

“Yeah?" the canid asked.

“Almost. Holding you is much more preferable."

Spencer had told him on more than one occasion that one of his favorite feelings was Martinez's hands running through his fur. And so this was obliged.

It was soft and silky on the human's hands. No matter where he stroked; the fox's sides, chest, belly, and…

“Woah…" Spencer breathed. “Gettin' a lil' adventurous there, big guy?" His voice had become unsteady in a second.

“I have to know Spencer," Martinez prefaced. “Will you let me be your mate?"

It wasn't something he'd ask another human, and he didn't quite understand how it differed from 'spouse' or 'husband,' but he knew how much it meant to his boyfriend.

Spencer turned his head only, just enough to look Martinez in the eyes. Already, the thoughts were becoming muddled, drowsily ebbing about the mind. The concrete premonitions of what the canid might say sank, forever lost into his whirling jubilation. And arousal.

The human saw those thin lips move, and distantly registered the affirmation in the fox's countenance, but heard nothing. Martinez knew how long the fox had been waiting, and how well he'd behaved. He planned on rewarding his new mate fairly.

As he dove and caught the anthro in a heated kiss, he simultaneously propped himself up, stirring the covers as he shifted. He mounted the fox, chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis, much like how they had been exactly one week ago. Spencer wasn't on top this time.

He hovered over the canid, arms pressing into the bed on either side of those furry ears. He watched dark eyes; an exasperated face. He saw pouring love, breathlessness, desire, and an underlying hint of uncertainty. Hesitance: a tiny, restless anxiety. And among the reverberating emotions he witnessed, the wants of this fox under him, fear was at once something he wished to quell and accentuate. He had never loved like this.

Lowering himself just enough, he kissed Spencer. Letting his weight pin the anthro, he let his growing passion, his growing hunger, show in a display of powerful affection, unashamed.

The fox was his. Only his. There was nothing anyone could do about it. When their lips parted, Spencer was left gasping. “Marty…" he breathed, reaching up and around the human's neck, pulling him down once more. Instead of meeting the canid's lips, Martinez mouthed a fluffy neck, planting rough, possessive kisses.

Spencer whimpered in a high, foxy pitch.

“You know what's gonna happen next?" the human asked.

He felt his boyfriend's chest rise and fall faster and faster. He ground his hips down. Against his own stirring arousal, he felt the fox's growing bulge, hidden by an inconvenient pair of shorts. The memory of the first time he'd caught the fox in the nude flashed in his head, painting the picture he was otherwise blocked from. Spencer grasped at the small of his back. As if Martinez were going to give him any modicum of control.

Shifting off to the side, he gripped the fox's shirt by the hem and pulled it off, solving any resistance the cotton gave by using more force. Tossing it somewhere he wasn't going to remember, he pulled off his own shirt.

“So rough," Spencer commented absentmindedly. The anthro watched, his body frozen as his most concealed parts were revealed by a decidedly enflamed human. His pants and briefs alike slid off his hips, past his knees, and completely off his paws.

Martinez could see the heat of embarrassment in Spencer, just as he felt a heat of his own driving him, low swept within his body as it blazed. Already, half of the canid's red, tapered shaft jut out from his fluffy sheath, throbbing still and growing more.

“Even better than the last time I saw it," Martinez said.

Foxy ears flattened against a foxy head. “No," a small voice tried to rebuff.

The human's smile was knowing and greedy at once. Truly hitting him, the mounting excitement was tingles in his tummy, the conscious and subconscious realization of what he was about to do, and just how much freedom he would have to do it.

“No? No what?" the human replied.

Reaching out, he watched the fox, watched the nervous sub-expressions, and the arousal his body betrayed. As Martinez's palms met the soft fur of his boyfriend's inner thighs, there came a gasp, and Spencer's hands tightened, both held awkwardly against his stomach.

Poor guy doesn't know what to do with himself, the human thought.

“No to this?" he asked.

After he had made one back and forth stroke, Martinez ventured north, stopping just before the thigh met the hip, exploring with only his fingertips. The fox was completely attentive, locked in a trance on the human's advances. His breath hitched and muscles twitched when the light caresses neared the canid's sack.

“No to this?"

Martinez cupped Spencer's balls with one hand, and gripped his length in the other.

“Ohhh…" the fox relented.

It was slick under his fingers, tangibly veiny and solid as a rod. What little give it had seemed just the right amount of squishy to compliment the hard. He stroked up and down, sometimes giving the tapered tip some attention before resuming. Slipping up and out, the beginnings of the fox's knot began to emerge. He seized the development, rubbing and coaxing the sensitive bulb, garnering more than a few groans from Spencer, until it was fully unsheathed, hot in the cool room air.

As the human's mind wandered in its own pool of lust, so did his attention. The anthro's tail swished against the bedsheets, drawing a certain beholder's eyes to the prize nestled beneath it. Martinez pushed off his shorts and with just as mighty an impatience, he dove for the fox, catching him in an impassioned kiss. Spencer had only caught a fleeting glimpse of his boyfriend's rock-hard cock. He whined. The human heard the need in his little fox's voice, the call for relief and love.

His recently vacated shorts were still on the bed, so he snatched them, and after some digging through the pockets, retrieved a small bottle. Uncapping it, he squirted the contents onto his hands in generous helpings. He rubbed his hands together, and then he worked his own member over until it glistened. Now that he was ready, he began to indulge in the canid's body. His sides, his chest, his trim belly, his hips, all received welcome admiration until eventually, he found himself groping Spencer's plush rear. Those voluptuous legs deserved all the fondling and touching he could give. But he knew the end goal could only be delayed for so long. With one last peck on his fox's lips, he grabbed under both thighs and raised them so that furry calves sat on his shoulders. This left two pressed crotch to rump.

He looked down over his boyfriend, who stared up at him in awe.

“I never realized how… big you were," he said, hardly louder than either of their hastened breathing.

Martinez felt above the tailbase and found it, a ring of pronounced bumps. Spencer's breath hitched again. With just two finger tips, he spread the lubrication around before he pressed inside to the first knuckle. Satisfied with wetting the foremost insides, he retracted and took hold of himself to replace his finger with a much larger specimen. With his glans against the canid's pucker, he met his counterpart's eyes. The mix of emotions on Spencer's face was adorable, and with a single, shy nod from the fox, Martinez gave in wholly to his base desires.

The tip sank in, followed promptly by his entire length which disappeared into the anthro's tight, suckling hole. The lube afforded them both a swift hilting. Reveling for a moment in his balls being caressed by the fur of his boyfriend's rump. Moist, hot flesh convulsed on his cock, choking on him in peristaltic rhythms.

“Oh fuck… Marty… please…" Spencer begged.

With that encouragement, the human eased himself out and back in again, the wet schluck of their joined bodies sounding out with every balls-deep endeavor. The friction of cushiony, giving innards gripping the skin of his penis forced a deep groan from the human, who lowered his head in concentration. The swing of his hips was slow, sensual. Although the pit in his groin was ravenous, he wanted to treat Spencer, wanted to make him feel special, because he was. Martinez wasn't exactly a virgin, but even this was new to him. The pace, the basking in every small detail and sensation of fucking his cute boyfriend. This was lovemaking.

“Spencer," Martinez husked and leaned in close.

The fox only whimpered in response, his hands finding the human's muscular back.

“I love you," he finished.

Spencer's eyes flashed and immediately he pulled Martinez down, locking lips with him in a desperate embrace. And it was this display of yearning that drove the human over the edge. He thrust with purpose, with the power of longing that had been sustained over years. He remembered his adoration, his doubt, his fear, and finally the gratification of this very point in time, and he let it push his hips back and forth. He was pounding the fox now, giving him everything wanted and more.

The room was alight with the creaking of the bed, groans and whines, the basest of pleasures unfurled and shooting like lightning into each lover. Such visceral physical contact was novel and shocking to a fault, to the fault of being overwhelmed. Martinez's only thoughts were that of his boyfriend, how he was stuffing himself into another's body, how he was pleasuring himself with Spencer, and he wondered how much pleasure he was giving to the fox.

His little fennec fox. The end appeared on the horizon, tangible in his loins. Only his, no one else's. No one could ever have him. And if they tried he would tear them apart.

Grasping the anthro's neglected cock, he began to jerk him off in a frenzy, coaxing his eruption.

He loved Spencer. He loved his…

The pressure mounted, and his need for release inside the hot orifice overcame his desire to prolong this session. He plunged in until his full sack rested against the canid's ass before he unloaded; a volume of heavy spurts reserved only for true loves.

“My mate," the human claimed with great effort, holding himself against the canid even as he came, his cock jumping in tandem with each rope.

The fox cinched his eyes shut as his own dick leapt between them, launching streaks of cream white on his own chest and neck.

As both were sent flying into otherworldly heights of euphoria, their surroundings faded out, only to fade back in as they rode their climaxes down. Each left panting, they stared into the other's eyes.

“I heard you. And now that you tied me, it's really true," Spencer said breathlessly.

Martinez nodded, an idiotic, drunk grin on his face. If he could live every week like this one, no amount of lifetimes would be enough. But maybe that would be okay.

They still had a whole world to explore, and Spencer had a lot more loving coming his way. That night, the moon was but a crescent, a quarter of the moon's full circle.