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This story was written for HandofBlades as part of my patreon request days for June 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, and romantic kinkiness.

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Alfie and Devon were in love. No, they weren't just in love. They were so head over heels fucking in love with one another that it scared them, that it made them practically sick whenever they thought of the years and years they'd spent without one another before finally meeting. And indeed, from that very first time that Alfie had met his canine lover it had been painfully obvious that they were destined to be together. They had been so perfect for one another. Falling into conversation like old friends, laughing, embracing, growing so close, so fast that by the end of the night they hadn't been able to resist the urge to drag one another back to their apartment and plough them senseless.

But, therein had lain a problem. For no sooner had they gotten home, gotten naked and gotten rock hard, both men had asked a question as they wrestled and rubbed and teased one another upon Devon's bed.

"[i]Do you mind if I'm on top?[/i]"

Both the German Shepherd and the alligator found themselves in a situation they had only encountered a couple of times apiece, faced with a lover who, like them, was used to delivering anal sex rather than receiving. More than that though, a lover who, like they themselves, really, [i]really[/i] didn't enjoy receiving at all.

For some, that would have meant an end to things. A night of some fooling around, blowjobs, handjobs, but no chance of what many might consider the main event. A night that might have been perfectly acceptable as a one off, but which had betrayed right from the start that this pair clearly weren't suited to one another.

Not for them, though. For as they spent that first night together, in the wake of the handjobs and blowjobs, they both found themselves terrified by the thought that their lack of a desire to bottom for this man might mean him walking out of their lives forever. But... no matter how much they wanted to please their new partner, they couldn't bring themselves to put their bodies through an experience they would find wholly unenjoyable. Thus, they had found themselves with only one option.

To tell the truth.

To be honest, and to communicate even with this man who, no matter how well they'd hit it off, was really nothing more to them than a random hookup.

Each of the pair confessed to how they felt. To their desire to see one another again and to bring the other man pleasure the likes of which they'd never known, but their inability to do so through that one particular method that they both found usually worked so well. They confessed their reasons, the experiences in their past which had led to them not just preferring being on top, but actively disliking bottoming regardless of the source. They lay together and bared their hearts, their souls and their bodies alike to the relative stranger lying there with them.

And by the time morning broke, and the two of them lay slurping and grunting happily in the morning light, locked in a frenzied sixty-nine, they had long since reached a possible solution. One which, if things worked out between them beyond a second or third date that they were both already eager to arrange, would allow them to do what really mattered... being together, without sacrificing or compromising anything that would make themselves or their new partner even the slightest bit uncomfortable or unhappy.

So, they dated. They romanced one another, they grew closer and closer, and night after night, date after date, they lay together without once attempting to lay claim upon the other man's ass no matter how much their cocks craved the feeling of a tight backside squeezing and milking them. They fell in love. They delighted in making their man cum with lips and tongues and fingers and even toes on occasion, but slowly, inevitably, the need for something else grew. The selfish, hungry need for anal sex, something they'd both delighted in through so many relationships both casual and serious in the past, remained boiling and bubbling under the surface until it could be contained no longer.

It was then that they shared for the first time what would become something of a hallmark of their relationship. It was then, the night before they knew they couldn't wait any longer, that the two of them sat down upon their bed, nude and cross-legged before their beloved mate, and figured out how they would reconcile their need for something they could not give one another with their need to continue on as a couple.

It was that night they discussed making it work using the very same idea that they had more casually and jokingly suggested during their very first night together, and it was the following night... the first of many more to come over the months and years that would follow, when the alligator and the German Shepherd ventured out to their favourite club... and came home not just together, but with a fresh pair of new companions, too.

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"Oh god. Ohh my god, y-yes... oh, I love you, Devon!"

The alligator's cock plunged in and out of the tight ass clutching and squeezing around it, howls and groans of pleasure filling the bedroom air as the bed itself creaked and groaned under the efforts of those upon it.

"Ah! [b]Aaahfuck[/b]! Alfie, I... aah god, I love you too. Don't stop. Please, d-don't... oh god. Fuck him harder!"

The German Shepherd howled back to his lover, glancing over to where Alfie was kneeling down across the bed, his reptilian lover buried balls deep in a grunting, trembling and utterly gorgeous twink of a cat who looked wonderfully overwhelmed by this situation in which he found himself. At the same time of course Devon was grinding his own knotted erection against the sweet, plump cheeks of the most adorable chubby mouse. Alfie's cat was lying on his back, taking it missionary style as his own cock twitched and shot strings of pre-cum all over his flat stomach. His mouse meanwhile was on all fours, squeaking loudly and unabashedly accepting a rather rapid reach-around from Devon himself as he, like the cat, got the fucking of a lifetime while listening to the two tops sweet-talk and moan to one another.

This was how they made it work. They couldn't be one another's bottoms, but they could still sure as hell love and share in the experience of their partner receiving the pleasure and satisfaction they could only get from topping. Sometimes they hooked up with random guys, and sometimes they called up regulars, folks who might have started out in their lives like the mouse and the cat right now, but who had become friends, and very much friends with benefits to them both. Hell, some nights they wouldn't even get two lovers. Some nights they'd share a single lucky guy, trading him back and forth between their cocks to his heart's content. It was surprisingly easy, at least for two hot, confident guys like them. There were so many men out there who would kill for the chance to brag about a foursome, who would delight in being passed back and forth between a hunky dog and gator over the course of several hours. And they did. Whenever Devon and Alfie needed them, they did.

"Oh god. Cum with me, Alfie!"

The German Shepherd yelped not to the mouse in whose rump he was buried, but to the man of his dreams as with a thick pop he sank his knot deep into the rodent and felt the other man's cock between to twitch, throb and spurt hot ribbons of seed out onto the bedding below within his grasp. Close by the cat's eyes bulged, and a strangled yowling of ecstasy escaped him as he grabbed at his own cock and began to pump it feverishly while Alfie humped him harder, deeper, hissing and grunting with effort until he too let out a bellowing cry that accompanied the cat's own messy, potent peak, but which was entirely devoted to Devon.

"Yes! Aahhhyesssssssss, I'm cumming! I'm.. D-Dev! Hold my ha-aaahh... my hand! Please!"

Alfie reached out a trembling scaled hand, lifting it off one of the cat's thighs as with a happy groan Devon let go of the mouse's hips with one of his own paws. Their hands grasped tightly at one another, fingers lacing through and squeezing intimately, desperately as they poured their cum deep into their two new bedfellows, but gave their hearts, their minds and their sole focus to their mate.

Barely half an hour later, Devon and Alfie were alone together once more. The mouse and cat had left as soon as the rodent's ass had been freed from Devon's knot. They had hugged and kissed the man who had fucked them, but made no attempt to get a phone number or make any promises about seeing them again as they left content, blushing and beaming. In fact as they slipped out of the front door of the couple's apartment Devon was sure he'd heard them bashfully asking one another if they wanted to grab a coffee, and maybe continue tonight just with the two of them. Good for them, too. They seemed like great guys, and they deserved to be happy.

They deserved to be happy, just like he and Alfie were.

With their bedfellows gone, the two tops were left alone together once more. They smiled. They blushed. They cuddled up together and kissed deeply, hands wandering, whispering and murmuring sweet nothings as they talked about what they'd shared. What they'd seen. How beautiful, how handsome they had both looked with their cocks buried in those cuties. How loud they'd made them cry out, how hard they'd made them cum.

It might have been another two or three weeks before they would next share their bed with anyone else, or it might have been a matter of days. They didn't know. They didn't try to plan it too far in advance, because it really didn't matter until they desired it.

Until then, they were all that one another needed.

Until then, they were everything. They were complete. They were so rapturously happy it made them want to weep just thinking about how deliriously in love they were.

They loved one another [i]more[/i] for what they were able to share, rather than less for what they couldn't.

They made it work no matter what it took, and they didn't just deal with it. They revelled in it.

By Jeeves

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