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The Best-Laid Plans

The wolf sighed as he stepped out of his underwear. Mark let out a beastly yawn, his eyes closing shut as he knelt onto the mattress before him. The sound of his bed frame creaking so dramatically would have worried anyone else, but the muscled werewolf was used to it.

“Finally." The wolf sighed, his burly arms reaching out and pulling his pillows close to his muzzle. Mark let his nose press against the closest one… His favorite one. The canin's nostrils flared as he took in the scent of the plaid jacket tied around it, his whole body slowly relaxing.

The wolf's fur was a pristine white, his silhouette easily distinguishable in the dark room. Even though Mark had just closed the curtains, light filtered through beyond its gaps. The busy campus below acted as a distant reminder to the wolf. His last class had just finished up… But it was only just hitting noon.

The wolf was too tired to care about that, however. He'd been devoid of a good night's sleep for so long. Between all of Mark's studying and his restless 'fits', the wolf finally felt the sweet release of sleep calling to him.

Mark nuzzled the plaid shirt lovingly as he let out one last yawn, his tail curling as he rocked slowly into his bed. Maybe he'd finally be able to nap in peace…

Maybe 'he' wouldn't torment the wolf's dreams this time.

A chip-tune song suddenly chirped up from somewhere within his room. Mark immediately recognized the tune as a certain someone's caller id...

“Speak of the devil." Mark growled, slowly rolling over onto his back. The bed strained once more as he led a blind paw over to his discarded clothing. The extra-large shorts were quickly rifled through, his fumbling digits accidentally hitting the 'call' button as he pulled the phone to his ear.

“Hrrrgh." Mark grunted, his greeting sounding more like a gruff sigh than any actual word. “Can you… Maybe call me back later? I'm trying to-"

“Oh! OH! Wait, wait, lemme guess." The giddy voice on the other side of the phone interjected. The wolf felt himself cracking a smile as he imagined the grin that was no-doubt plastered on his friend's face. “You were just trying to take a nap, right?"

“Oliver, I-" Mark stifled a bit of laughter as he ran a paw through his chest fur. The naked wolf wondered where his friend was calling him from, as the audio quality sounded pretty rough. “Yeah. What's up?"

“That means you're done, right?!" Oliver countered with another question, his voice filled with excitement. “Well, let me be the first to tell youuuuu…"

The wolf pulled the phone away from his ear, his face locked in a grimace of anticipation as he waited for his friend to-

“CONGRATULATIONS!" Oliver yelled, the phone's speakers crackling as his human friend continued to whoop and hollar. “You did it, doggo! You fucking did it!"

“Anyways! Mark! I know that I only had, like… One final and that was on Monday. BUT! You're done now too! Do you know what that means?!" His friend asked, pausing to wait for the oblivious wolf to reply. Mark's ears swiveled back towards the phone as he picked up the tell-tale sound of road noises.

“Are you… Driving right now?" Mark frowned, groaning as he slowly pulled himself upright atop his bed. The large male let his paw pads rub against one another as he yawned, his feet stretching out over the side of the small dormitory mattress.

“No. Okay, yes." Oliver quickly admitted. Mark could practically imagine the lean human rolling his eyes at the wolf's comment. “But the phone is in my passenger seat! I-I'm on speakerphone!"

“Okay, but just because it's on speakerphone doesn't mean you need to yell." The werewolf explained, checking the time. He'd barely had his head down for two minutes before Oliver had called him. Sometimes the wolf got the feeling that his friend knew the wolf's schedule better than he did. “Your phone should be off and your eyes should be on the road."

“Then crawl outta your 'den' of a dorm and come turn it off yourself! I'm almost to your parking lot!" The human laughed, his voice still far too loud. “Finals are over, you big lazy dog! It's summer now! We need to celebrate!"

“Can't I just rest for a bit before you-?" Mark began, only to quickly be interrupted by the three monotone beeps that signalled Oliver had hung up on him.

The wolf let out a low 'woof' of annoyance as he slung his legs over the side of his bed. The mattresses strained and squeaked beneath his weight as he mumbled to himself. “You can't turn off a phone without using your hands, idiot."

The canine let his toes dig into the carpet as he let out another yawn. The college's dorms weren't very well equipped to housing wolves as big as him, what with Mark's pack lineage hailing from the arctic-of-nowhere. As such, the white wolf had been given an entire double all to himself. The gesture had been nice, but having to sleep atop two bed frames tied together with bungee cords was… Well…

Let's just say it wasn't entirely 'helping' with Mark's sleeping situation.

“Stupid Oliver." Mark huffed, his hefty paw reaching down to grope at his groin. The werewolf took two digits and slowly rolled them down the sides of his soft white sheathe. The wolf stared down at the tapered head of his peeking arousal and sighed.

“Stupid. Dumb… Cute. Oliver." Mark admitted to himself. The canine's ears folded back as the wolf slowly let his hips rock back and forth. He knew that his friend was probably waiting by the curb for him right now… With that grin of his. Always making everyone around him smile a-and befriending everyone he meets. It didn't matter who. Cashiers… Professors…

Even big touch-starved werewolves who couldn't fit through doors without ducking.

Mark blushed in embarrassment as he gripped his erection, a soft whimper escaping his lips. S-Stupid Oliver. The werewolf was better off having never met the charismatic human. If only he'd remembered to lower his head when exiting the library… Oliver never would've rushed over to help him up.

The twin-beds were creaking now, Mark's white-furred hips rutting into his palm as he began to pant. The 'need' was starting to grip him again, his mind hazing over with thoughts of tender couplings. The canine could feel his cock beginning to swell at it's base, his palm squeezing tightly around the forming knot.

Desperation began to take over as he allowed himself to imagine the one thing he considered 'off-limits'. O-Oliver… K-Knotted… Mark's teeth… Bared…

Biting. J-Just hard enough t-to…

“N-No." Mark grunted, his eyes squinting as he willed his hand away from his cock. He didn't like how he felt after cumming to thoughts like those…

He wouldn't allow himself to.

The needy shaft pulsed in the air as Mark panted. His muscled thighs twitched and pressed together as he let out another whine.

A minute… He'd wait a minute to clear his head. Then he'd go down on himself and clean up. He hated making Oliver wait longer than he had to, especially after playing out such a filthy scene in his own head. Mark shuddered once more, his paw almost returning to his knot.

“No." Mark steeled himself once more, shaking his head. “I'm better than that. O-Oliver deserves better than that."

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The Worst Intentions

“I thought you said this was a day trip?!" Mark yelped, his paw fumbling with the inner handle of Oliver's vehicle. The two-hour car ride out of the city had been nice, and the change of scenery had been greatly appreciated…

But when Oliver started driving through the rather isolated camping zone the wolf began to freak out. His eyes were wide, ears folded back as he glanced at the tarp laying over the back seat of Oliver's jeep once more.

“I lied." His friend shrugged, his own door shutting closed before walking around the front of his jeep. He watched the large wolf try and worm his way out of the passenger seat, his shoulders and head bumping awkwardly against the doorframe as he squirmed.

“S-So…" Mark snorted, finally pulling himself free and dropping to the forest ground with a heavy thud. “The tarp... You planned this?!"

“No, I loaded up the back of my car with a tent and enough food for the best-weekend-ever unintentionally." Oliver shrugged, reaching up to pat the big wolf on the chest. Mark blinked at the friendly gesture, his ears flicking forward on their own.

“You could have at least warned me." Mark whined, reflexively stepping away from the hand still patting at his pec. “I didn't bring anything with me."

“Don't worry about it dude, that's part of the fun!" Oliver smiled. The human brushed a hand through his hair as he walked past the werewolf, his forehead pressing against the window of his jeep. “Help me bring the top down so we can start unloading. I want this tent up ASAP so we can focus on relaxing."

The wolf was too trapped in his own thoughts to hear what Oliver had been saying. His heart was racing in his chest, the wolf's mind jumping from one conclusion to the next. W-Weekend? Alone in the woods? With Oliver..? Mark had jacked off to scenarios much less idealized than this.

“Hey. Big guy." Oliver whistled. The dog's ears perked atop his head as Mark pulled himself from his thoughts.

“Y-Yeah?" Mark said, glancing towards the human who was now clambering up the side of his vehicle. His tail slowly began to wag again as his friend smiled down at him.

“Boy, you wolves really do like nature, huh?" He asked, chuckling. “Three minutes in and you're already zoning out and staring at all the pretty scenery."

“Oh." Mark swallowed, gently dancing about in place as he searched for the right words. “Uhhh-"

“But we can look at all the trees later, doggo." Oliver interrupted, waving his hand towards the canine. “It's time to set up camp!"

“You… Uh… You brought two tents, right?" Mark asked, reaching up to help his friend out with the unloading process. He glanced between his paws and his silent friend, his eyes widening in fear. “R-Right Oliver?!"

He hadn't. He'd only brought the one. It was a light green color with a bit of camo print at it's base. It may have been large enough to fit two or three humans in it… But a large white wolf?

Mark glanced at the tent as he helped pin it down with a metal stake. Oliver had been using a hammer, but all the wolf needed to do was apply a little bit of muscle to ease his into the ground. The wolf's arm bulged as his palm slowly flattened out against the earth. He let his paw pat at the stake, smiling as he listened to the sound of branches blowing in the wind. The mountain-side campground was quite nice. Oliver had really outdone himself with the location. There didn't seem to be anyone around them, and the amount of trailheads he'd seen had started to get his tail wagging.

The tent…

His tail quickly stopped moving as he glanced at the camo'd fabric once more. It didn't matter how great Oliver's idea was… The wolf was still dreading the night. Maybe… Maybe his friend wouldn't notice if he slipped outside. It wouldn't be the first time Mark had slept beneath the stars. But without 'his' pillow? He was screwed.

Mark swallowed tightly as he stood. He tugged at his sleeveless tee as he stepped about, desperate to get his mind off of the tent before him.

“It's… So nice out. You picked a good time." Mark began, not bothering to look at the handsome male opposite him as he scanned the treeline. The sun was shining through the branches above, the sound of nature sending his ears flicking left and right. “But… Why camping? What made you decide this was the idea you were set on?"

“I got it from some, like…" Oliver paused to pull himself upright, his voice straining for a moment. “Clickbaity social media listicle."

“Listicle?" Mark frowned, turning to his friend with a look of puzzlement.

“Yeah, it's like a list and an article, but with ten times less content and five times the opinions." Oliver rolled his eyes as he grinned back towards the wolf next to him. When he realized the werewolf still looked confused, Oliver waved his hand haphazardly. “E-Except this one was really interesting!"

“What was it about?" Mark asked, his head cocking slightly at the sound of some bushes rustling in the distance.

“Oh, uh… Something like… 'Top Ten Things To Do With Your Pack'. Most of em were pretty… Silly. But this one seemed really cool!"

“What, camping?" Mark frowned, his ears twitching. “And- Wait a minute. Why were you watching a video for packs?"

“Well, it's not like I was actively searching for the video. It just showed up on my feed! Like an ad or something. You know how it is nowadays." Oliver shrugged the question off, stepping back from the finished campground and sighing. “Just look at it, Mark. Doesn't it just look… Picturesque?!"

“I wouldn't know, Oliver. I'm not the art student." Mark snorted. A yawn suddenly crept up on the lumbering male, his back arching as he let out a tired and lazy howl. By the time he opened his eyes again, Oliver was already back by the jeep. The wolf glanced between the tiny tent and Oliver, blinking slowly. He was… Just so tired. Truth be told, all the wolf wanted to do was to crawl inside the small enclosure and get a few hours on shut-eye… But he couldn't even manage to close his eyes in the car ride over.

Oliver hadn't let him.

It wasn't the human's fault either. Mark knew that. The wolf just… Couldn't help himself around Oliver. Whenever the guy did anything, Mark would just-

His friend whistled suddenly for the werewolf's attention. The canine's ears swiveled, his head quickly following the direction of the noise. His tail wagged incessantly, making a rhythmic swiping noise as it swished against his shorts.

The human was pulling out an already-opened cooler with both hands. A cold beer was pinned to Oliver's side as he carefully set the heavy case down. The thing was filled to the brim with both beverages and barbeque-makings alike. Oliver gave the dog one more grin as he cracked the can open.

“You're over twice my side, dude. Why don't you carry this?" Oliver said, tipping his drink back as he nudged the cooler with his shoe. “You could make up for making me wait so long outside your place."

It was moments like these that made Mark so grateful that Oliver wasn't a wolf. The human could never read his emotions that well. The slight flick of his ears and the subtle flex of his toes was all it would take to give away his embarrassment to another wolf… Not to mention the waft of arousal that clung to Mark's groin. Being able to smell when people had recently rutted was… Well… It wasn't as much of a perk as most humans assumed it was.

Thankfully, Oliver hadn't decided to whack one out before meeting up with him. But on the other hand, Mark's own scent reeked of the shame he'd reveled in hours ago.

“I'm hungry now." Mark stated firmly, walking over to the cooler and easily hefting it up in front of him. “Let's uh... Start a fire."

The smoke would do good to hide the scent. The werewolf was already contemplating where he would sit… His back turned away from that stupid tent. Mark took a deep breath through his muzzle as Oliver walked beside him.

He could do this… Mark affirmed to himself. He could make it through the night.

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The Trails Between

The gentle waters seemed to glint off the setting sun, the expansive lake slowly shifting in brilliant hues as time continued to pass.

The two men sat by the rather steep riverbank, their attention fixated on the view before them. Mark's silhouette towered above his friend's, their forms sheltered within their shaded alcove. The only time one turned away from the beautiful vista was to glance at the other, or down at the fishing rods in their hands.

It had been Oliver's idea, much like everything else had been. He'd seen it on the listicle as well, and said he'd always wanted to try. Mark knew the gesture had been sweet, but every time he glanced at the fishing pole his stomach would tighten. Oliver… Wasn't his pack. Such a word was, to be quite honest, far more serious of a term for wolves. That, and Mark wasn't completely blind to the money Oliver must have spent on this trip. The fishing rods looked to be brand new… Not to mention the supplies and campground fees.

Still, whenever Mark would bring up the costs to Oliver his friend would just shrug it off. Even now, after Mark's insistence to pitch in, the human's rich laughter filled the lakeside. Oliver's bare feet swung with carefree energy above the water below as he nudged Mark in the shoulder.

“Dude. What did I say before?" Oliver asked, his lips curving once more into that handsome grin. “I did this because I wanted to. If anything I'm just dragging you along. So relax. Put your feet… Er, paws… In the water. Y'know… Unwind. School's out! Summer's in. Let's enjoy this."

“How am I supposed to relax after you just told me you didn't bring enough food! You should have just bought some fish instead of these poles." Mark growled, his own face slipping into a smile despite himself. Oliver's positivity was sometimes… Too infectious. “At this rate we're never going to catch anything."

“That was a lie, doggo." Oliver rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't let you starve."

The two were silent once more as they stared out at the sun-tipped treeline. Mark's legs were crossed, one footpaw gently nestling up against his friend's side. The man's white tail wagged lazily behind him, the serenity of the scene doing wonders for the stress that still rolled through him. Finals were… Tougher than he'd expected this year. But he was still alive! And… Next to the guy he really liked.

“Besides." Oliver suddenly said, not bothering to turn to his friend as he spoke. “You're too cute to let starve."

Mark's tail stopped moving immediately. The wolf's eyes went wide as he slowly turned to look at his friend. Oliver still kicked his legs idly as his hand slowly began reeling in his line. A thousand thoughts raced through the wolf's mind as he wondered what to say… If anything. The wolf inside him screamed for him to reach out to Oliver. To talk. Nudge him back. Respond… Anything!

But the wolf remained frozen in place, his paws clenching tightly around the rod in front of him.

The moment passed almost too unceremoniously… Yet for the rest of the night Mark was stuck in what felt like an endless cycle of what-if's. Suddenly, the man next him felt all the closer. The thigh that pushed back against his footpaw… Amazing. The touch-starved werewolf hadn't felt this way in a long time. At least, his heart usually only started racing like this when he allowed himself to bury his nose into the shirt wrapped around his pillow.

The two reeled in their rods as the sun began to disappear. By the time they'd walked back to their campsite, they were using their phones to light their way. Mark was especially quiet during the trip, his light trained on the human in front of him. Oliver did all the talking, his mood just as chipper as always.

“Oh, finally." Oliver said, turning back to glance at the worried wolf behind him. The werewolf did his best to will his tail out from between his legs as the human's phone illuminated his white fur. Upon seeing the ears pinned so low atop Mark's head, his friend gave the wolf a gentle smile. “Don't look so sad, doggo. The sun will be back tomorrow."

It wasn't the sun setting that had Mark looking so glum. The werewolf was trapped in his own head, his free paw tugging at his shirt. He hated that nervous habit so much… He'd already ruined so much of his clothing by tugging like his. The canine tried to ply his hooked finger away from his shirt as he fumbled for words.

“L-Listen, Oliver." Mark began, a certain whiny pitch to his voice. He glanced between the tent just barely illuminated by his phone before turning his attention back to his friend. Why did he have to be smiling like that? “M-Maybe... We don't camp."

“Wha… Wait, what?" Oliver scoffed. He looked bewildered for a moment, his eyes searching around the campsite as if there was some hidden detail he was missing. “Dude. You love it out here! What, are you afraid of the dark?"

“N-No." The white wolf shook his head, watching with wide eyes as Oliver trudged up to him. “I just… Wolves are a bit, uh…"

“O-Oh." Oliver blinked in surprise. “Am I being, uh… a bit rude right now? Is there something I don't know?"

“Yes." Mark admitted, quickly raising his paws up in defense as he realized what he'd just said. “No! I-I meant no! You're fine! Everything you've done so far is fine!"

The human looked incredibly defeated, his shoulders sagging as he let out a long sigh. “Oh… Damnit. I tried so hard to make sure I wouldn't make an ass out of myself."

Oliver suddenly straightened up, jabbing a finger into the wolf's shirt. “You gotta speak up when I'm doing something stupid, okay? I'm not going to learn unless you tell me that I'm stepping on your tail!"

“B-But you aren't!" Mark professed, his phone accidentally blinding Oliver as he continued to wave his paws.

“But-" The human recoiled, wincing as he stumbled backwards. “I totally am. I can tell, dude. I may not be able to read your face that well or whatever… But I've been doing research!"

Oliver's shoulders squared, as if he was somehow proud of the fact that he'd been googling about werewolves. Mark rolled his eyes. He knew his friend well enough to know just how poorly Oliver's studying usually went.

“I-I know about pack culture!" Oliver shouted, his brow furrowing as if he had just caught the wolf in a web of lies. “I know how wolves are… You know… Clingy!"

“It's… More than that, Oliver." Mark folded his arms as he stared at the human. There was no way that his friend had done enough actual 'research' to understand packs. The fact that Oliver had just called wolves 'clingy' was enough evidence of this. “It's like a social need. If we don't do a certain amount of… bonding… We get all-"

“Sleep deprived. Antisocial. Temperamental. Increased appetite. Anxious." Oliver paused in his listing to take a deep breath, his eyes trained on Mark's. “And... They usually end up getting incredibly attached to another wolf."

“W-Well, I'm not-" Mark's eyes darted left and right as he tried to avoid his friend's gaze.

“Or... human." Oliver tapped a foot impatiently as he stared his friend down. “Maybe a friend? Usually someone they've grown really attached to in a new town. They don't have anyone else to talk to, and once the lone wolf behavior starts to set in they don't bother trying to meet other wolves in the area to sort out those kinda needs… Sounding familiar yet?"

“I-It's not like that." Mark whimpered, taking a step away from the human in front of him. “I-I always…"

Oliver raised a brow as he waited for the werewolf to finish his sentence. The wolf danced about on his feet as he stumbled over his words. “I just… I-I… When you first met me. The bump on my head? I just. I thought to myself… Y'know. Hey. He's… Really great. You know? E-Even back then I think I… I mean I know I-"

“Mark?" Oliver asked, taking another step towards the hesitant wolf.

“Y-Y-Yeah?" Mark replied. His entire body was shaking as he stared into his friend's gaze. Their phones were angled at the forest floor. He could barely make out the shape of Oliver's face in the darkness. Somehow… That made him all the more nervous.

“How bad is it?" Oliver continued, leaning in towards the werewolf as he spoke. “The nights. You always told me you couldn't sleep. That's why I started looking all this up. That… and the pillow."

The pillow? Mark wracked his brain as he tried to figure out what Oliver was talking about. The canine whined once more as he felt the human's hand reach out towards him, slim fingers sliding along his paw. “W-What pillow?"

“The articles I read said…" The hand that slid along his own was slowly tracing the pads of his paw. Oliver was no longer trying to look up at Mark, his eyes trained on the bestial body in front of him. The human took a deep breath, as if trying to brace himself for what was to come. “It was easier for a lone wolf to find sleep when they slept with another packmate's scent. And… When I found my shirt wrapped around a pillow in your closet, I uh... “

Oliver licked his lips as he slowly turned his head back up to Mark. Even in the dark, their eyes quickly locked on one another. “Listen. Mark. I've been planning this for like… A month now. I know you're scared, right? And alone… A-And probably panicking but I know what you need. So… I thought… You know…"

Mark flinched as he felt Oliver's fingers slowly interlace against his paw's digits. He curled his grip tightly around the human's hand, as if on reflex. The two dared not step away, their bodies slowly inching closer to the other.

“I thought to myself…" Oliver swallowed tightly. “What's better than a shirt, right?"

Mark didn't say anything. He couldn't. His muzzle was held open slightly, his face locked in a shocked expression. The numb male was slowly nudged forward, Oliver's hand tugging at the big wolf. Mark blinked dumbly, his breathing suddenly intensifying as he caught up to reality. The large man's chest heaved up and down as he realized whose palm his paw was squeezed around. The human's hand was dwarfed by his own, his digits trembling as he tried to pull away.

When Mark realized that the fingers gripping his paw pads weren't holding his hand still, he hesitated. The wolf blinked once more, glancing between the hand and his friend.

“I… You." Mark paused to shudder, his whole body rumbling as a wave of need washed over him. He'd wanted this for so long… He'd spent the past semester tossing and turning in his bed… Begging for this moment.

The werewolf suddenly laughed. His voice was deep and raspy, his shoulders sagging as he shook his head. “Why… Why am I the one hesitating?"

Oliver slowly tugged against the paw in his grip. The werewolf didn't resist the guidance, his heavy feet trudging after the human as they slowly made their way over to the tent. All the while, Mark couldn't stop laughing. The anxious grin plastered on the wolf's face mirrored that of his friend, his body still shaking as he dropped to his knees to enter the tent.

“I'm an idiot, aren't I?" Mark whispered, half wondering if his friend could still hear him outside the tent. The wolf angled his phone towards the tent flap, the illumination helping outline his friend's form on the other side. Oliver didn't respond. From Mark's perspective, the wolf couldn't tell what the human's shadow was doing.

“Oliver?" Mark asked, watching as the silent form finally dropped to his knees. “What're you-?"

Oliver's hand quickly waved through the tent flap. The wolf blinked in surprise as a bundle of something was tossed into his lap. The wolf looked down, his paws turning upward as he examined the pile of clothing.

The werewolf's nose twitched as he licked his lips. He opened his mouth, his tongue lolling out as he let himself openly pant. He reached down towards the bundle and carefully picked it up. It smelled just like him… He…

The werewolf quickly pressed the clothing to his nose and inhaled, his eyes fluttering closed as his tail thrashed behind him. He buried his face in the scent of his friend, his entire body convulsing with relief. The white wolf let out a whine as he dared to look upwards, his eyes settling on the half-illuminated form of his friend.

In all of Mark's fantasies, he'd never expected 'surprised to see Oliver in his underwear' to be the one that actually happened. The human's tight fitting boxers hugged his frame, one hand pressed over the top of his bulge. It was Oliver's turn to look away in embarrassment, the wolf's eyes drinking in the sight of his friend. Neither moved for a full minute, each hoping that the other would act first.

“You're handsome." The werewolf finally blurted out, his muscles still twitching with anticipation.

“I know. I get that a lot." Oliver grinned, shrugging as he stared up at the crouched wolf across from him. He slowly began his crawl towards the wolf, closing the gap between them. “But there was really only one guy who I wanted to hear say that."

Mark yelped as he felt the human's palm slowly press down atop his tented shorts. The startled noise quickly turned into a throaty growl as he rocked his hips into the hand. The white wolf shuddered as he felt his indecision slowly begin to melt away. This was really happening. Oliver wanted him. The thought seemed to stir something within the bestial man. His lips curled as he felt those curious fingers wrapping around the outline of his cock. The fog was returning quickly now, his desires slowly taking over.

“You're so big…" Oliver whispered. His face was barely illuminated, but the curve of his hips were right next to the bright phone. Mark stared at the man's supple looking frame, his large paws reaching out to touch the human he'd craved for so long. As he allowed his claws to trace along Oliver's skin, a greater desire took over. He gripped the man by the hips, his nails sinking into the fabric before quickly yanking down.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he listened to the sound of his underwear ripping. Those heavy digits quickly wrapped around his rear and held him steady, a throaty growl rolling from deep within Mark's chest. The human turned his eyes upward, staring back at the intimidating wolf that now had him in his grip.

“I know what you want." Oliver whispered, pressing a hand against Mark's heaving chest. “If I get the lube out of my pants, will you undress for me?"

This was… Too good to be true. That was the most cohesive phrase the lust-addled wolf could piece together. He let his chest rumble as he contemplated his choices, his digits slowly kneading into the soft skin of his friend's ass. He'd already gone this far…

Why not play out the rest of his fantasies?

Oliver grinned as the wolf mimicked his gesture, the canine's paw moving to rub against the bare skin of the human's chest. The wolf's other hand slowly made its way up Oliver's back before letting a claw trace across the human's cheek. The wolf shuddered as a single thought rolled through his head.

...He'd look so pretty with fur.

Suddenly Oliver was pinned to the ground, the human's eyes wide as a paw swiped at the remains of his underwear. The man's arousal bobbed in the air as Oliver kept his gaze locked on the white wolf. His wolf. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the massive man reach up to ball his shirt in his fist. The sleeveless tee was ripped from his form effortlessly, his proud chest exposed for the human pinned beneath him to see.

As Oliver reached up to squeeze at the exposed pectorals, the wolf's own paws fumbled with his zipper. There was something about watching Oliver grin as he let the human roll his hands through his fur that made him feel amazing. Mark cooed, his half howl filling the tent as he felt his arousal slip free from his shorts. The shaft throbbed with desire between the two men, the sight of the massive tool spurring both of them into action.

Oliver reached for his discarded pants in an attempt to search for the lube.

The wolf had other plans.

Suddenly Oliver was being hoisted forward, his hips quite easily being raised into the air. He gasped as he felt the wolf's cold nose press against his crack… And then push forward. Heavy tongue met needy pucker in a passionate embrace. The paws suspending Oliver yanked him even closer to the frenzied licking, the sound of wet kissing filling the air.

“H-Here." Oliver grunted, popping the cap of the lube and angling the tube over his wolf's head. The canine simply grunted in response, his head pulling upwards and lapping at the plastic cap. Oliver watched as the cold lube rolled over the wolf's muzzle, his tongue lathered in the viscous fluid.

Before Oliver could even snap the cap closed, Mark's tongue was pressed once more between his cheeks. The slurping grew more desperate, the wolf's thick tongue shoving forcefully against Oliver's entrance. With each lap, Oliver felt his entrance give way. The long tongue rolled inside of him, coating the human with spit and lube alike.

Mark's muscled hips were humping into the open air madly as he mashed his tongue into Oliver. He needed this. For almost two years… He'd needed this so badly. The wolf slowly pulled his muzzle out as he lowered the human's rear atop his groin. Oliver shuddered as he felt that wolf's knot grind up against his taint. He knew it wouldn't fit… Not yet at least…

But as he watched Mark slowly lower his muzzle and let a thick glob of lube roll off his tongue and onto that tapered shaft…

He wanted it. All of it.

“Please." Oliver rasped, reaching out and gripping at his own arousal as he huffed. “Please just fuck me already. I've spent so much money on this trip and I just… I'd really... L-Like to lose the v-card tonight."

Mark listened to the human rabble on beneath him as lube continued to drip off his nostrils and onto Oliver's body. The wolf was too busy trying to angle his cock against Oliver's entrance to bother wiping at his lube-slathered snout. A thousand desires coursed within Mark, each roaring for the wolf's attention.

The loudest of all made Mark shudder.

...This'd be easier if Oliver was as big as Mark.

...All he had to do was lean down and take him.

...The virgin wouldn't even feel a thing.

Mark growled as he slowly leaned in towards the human, the tip of his cock slowly entering Oliver's well-massaged hole. All he had to do… Was… Was... W-Wait…

Mark blinked.

“Virgin?" The wolf growled, his hips halting their progress.

“Come ooooon." Oliver groaned impatiently, his own body slowly trying to worm its way onto Mark's cock. “We can talk about this after y-you do it. P-Please. Stop stalling and fuck me."

“We're not going to fit all of this in you." Mark huffed, quickly rocking his body against Oliver's. The human yelped at the sudden movement, his fingers clenching against the sleeping bag below him. The wolf's clarity of mind was slowly returning. If the furred male hadn't had the tip of his cock in another man's asshole, he probably would have reeled in disappointment over his fantasies of biting.

“I don't want... all of it." Oliver lied. “C'mon you… Big… Doggo. W-What do I have to say to have you in me?!"

Mark smiled as he looked down at the human he was slowly pulling out of. His tail began to wag as he stared at that handsome face once more. “Oliver, I-"

“Please! Mark, I-" Oliver reached out and grabbed the canine's shoulders, gripping the werewolf tightly as he spoke. “I wanna be your pack, Mark. I-I wanna be big. Like you."

The werewolf froze. Oliver couldn't possibly comprehend the power of the words he'd just uttered. Mark tried to fight against the hazy need that began to build in the back of his mind once more, unaware of Oliver's hands gently guiding the wolf down lower. His palms ran through the white scruff of the werewolf's neck as he pressed the muzzle down against his shoulder.

“I know how badly you want it, too." Oliver winced, pressing up against the cock that was slowly beginning to press deeper into him. “You want it so bad you can't even think straight, huh?"

Another inch sunk into Oliver, the human's hands reaching down to grope at his own needy member. The human gasped, eyes still locked on the beast above. “I-I've always wondered what that's like. I bet it feels nice to give in."

Mark humped forcefully into Oliver, even more of the canine's girth sinking deeper into the human. Oliver moaned as he felt the member sliding up against his prostate for the first time. It felt… Good. The human arched his back against the cock inside him as he groaned.

“You're playing a dangerous game. That's not a decision to be made in the bedroom." Mark growled, bringing a paw up to stifle any further commentary from the man around his shaft. The wolf closed his eyes in bliss as he felt Oliver flex his ass, the dedicated human quickly moving to suck at the claws in front of his lips.

“You can lick m-my neck." Oliver mumbled into the digits in his mouth, his eyes still trained on the strained wolf atop him. “I r-read about that, too."

Mark's entire body trembled as he felt his resistance waning. A few licks couldn't hurt… Right? The white wolf slowly lowered his muzzle once more to the man's neck, his nostrils sniffing tentatively at the soft skin.

...It really would look better with white fur.

Mark shuddered at the thought, his maw parting as he allowed his thick tongue to slowly lap at the skin. One lick quickly became two… Then three…

The werewolf's shoulders hunched as he bore his weight down atop Oliver. Mark's powerful thighs pushed away from the human before rolling back into him, releasing an extraordinarily pleasing sound from the man beneath.The human was far too busy working over his own shaft to tempt the wolf further, his toes curling as he continued to run his fingers through the beast's beautiful white fur.

The wolf's humping sped up, the heavy rhythm increasing as he eased the first half of his cock in and out of Oliver with great care. The skin that Mark still lapped at was now completely drenched in saliva, his heavy tongue pressing as roughly as he could manage against the smooth skin.

...It wouldn't just look better with fur. O-Oliver deserved to have fur.

Mark growled as he bared his teeth, allowing the impressive canine's to scrap against Oliver's skin. The man beneath him gasped and squirmed against the cock pounding into him, spurring the two to even greater heights.

“O-Ohhh." Oliver moaned, his body shuddering as his hands clenched tightly around his throbbing member. Mark could smell the spent arousal waft through the room.

...Oliver's cum.

Mark grinned into the human's shoulder as his hips began to buck erratically. The thought of the wolf's own arousal clinging to Oliver… Drooling out of him… It…

The werewolf howled. It was soft and quiet… As equally restrained as the gentle roll of his hips. He listened to Oliver gasp… Felt the human shake and writhe beneath his touch. He watched as his own paws slid through Oliver's cum… And in that moment he felt complete.

The satisfaction that rolled through Mark was like none he'd experienced before. His orgasm was slow, his hot seed sending spurt after spurt deep inside Oliver.

...Inside his human.

As his balls continued to pump into Oliver, the wolf let his muzzle press against the man's neck once more. Mark inhaled sharply, his nostrils filling with the scent of his partner. His cum-slick paws gripped the human even tighter, his entire body trembling with relief.

“Thank you…" Mark whispered, squeezing even tighter around Oliver. “Thank you so much."

Oliver just grinned and looked up into the eyes of the canine. The human slowly leaned up and pressed his lips against Mark's, the two embracing passionately. Their legs entwined with one another's as Mark continued to slowly grind into his friend. The two only hesitated when a chipper alert blipped from beside them. Oliver reached a hand out from beneath Mark and dismissed the low-battery notification on his phone. The human smiled as he turned his attention back to Mark, rubbing his hand through the wolf's hair.

“Hey Mark?" Oliver asked, his voice sounding a bit strained.

“Yeah?" The werewolf yawned, his voice cracking into a low howl as he rested his head back down against Oliver's. Finally… Mark smiled to himself. He finally felt like he could sleep.

“You're... kinda crushing my lungs."

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:Cambionsicon: To be continued? :Cambionsicon:

Well met, mortal. A canine story has been a long time coming. I know how much everyone loves their good-ol-fashioned doggos and red rockets, and who am I to deny some big woofer action? Once again, scope got a bit out of hand in this story. Having to constantly reel in one's writing in an effort to keep the story succinct can be quite brutal, especially when you have such fun characters to play with. For now, I'll let you all savor the moment: a wolf and his mutt-to-be.

See you next time.

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