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Dating Out

Chapter Seven

By Roofles

It was in the afternoon when Corey stirred once more from the blissful warm dreams that had taken him. All he remembered of them was being lost in a forest of gray. It was damp but, like the forest, it had a strong odor to it, and the feline wasn’t sure why. The musky rain dripped and coated his face, leaving a film of that smell along with it. It smelled so strong. Corey felt lost in that jungle of gray, trying to push through the strands with his short muzzle before being stirred awake by the man he’d fallen asleep next to.

“My apologies, kitten.” Maxwell voice was soft and warm as he pet the side of Corey’s face until he woke up. “You were sleeping so soundly, but, alas, I have to get up. It is time to start the day… I can’t very well sleep into the evening! Then what would I do when I try to go bed tonight?”

He chuckled softly, the sound of his gruff laugh filling the small bedroom.

“Wha-?” Corey stretched and scooted closer. “Just stay in bed, Maxie…” Corey muttered, and the Irish wolfhound chuckled at that as he continued to stroke and pet the feline snuggling next to him. Maxwell always found it amusing how a feline’s body practically turned to pudding whenever they got warm and comfortable like this. Corey lazing out as his rolls of fur relaxed and spread like a sheet over the bed as he began to purr. “Let’s just continue to sleep together like this.” The feline was already beginning to snooze as he pawed randomly at Maxwell’s body as if he were an alarm clock, trying to turn him off.

His paw pushed down on Maxwell’s muzzle and his floppy ears jumped up, giving a startling laugh.

“Heh, while I am glad you approve of our sleeping arrangements, dear.” Maxwell bent down and kissed the side of Corey’s face before easily crawling over the feline and getting out of bed with his long limbs. “My bladder is about to explode and unless you want that, I must excuse myself…”

“Next time.” Corey muttered and the wolfhound blushed, cracking a grin unsure if the feline meant that or because of his sleep addled state of mind.

The feline really did like to play with the canine’s kinky side. Making Maxwell do things he’d only ever tried back in boarding school.

“Next time it is then.” Maxwell gave him another kiss, a pet and stayed there until he absolutely had to run to the washroom to freshen up. The naked Irish wolfhound practically jogging there with his sheath and furry sack bouncing with every long striding step he took as he jogged down the hallway.

Thankfully, the side bathroom was close to the bedroom. Maxwell slipped inside, not even bothering to shut the door as he jostled his plump sheath awake with a large hand until the very tip was poking free. Taking hold of the length, he aimed and let loose.

“Ahhhhhh, much better.” Maxwell held the wall for support as his geyser unleashed. Loud enough he was afraid he’d wake the feline who’d, he was sure, had gone back to sleep in his bed by this time.

The Irish wolfhound’s hand engulfed his sheath, letting just the red tip poke free as he held it securely in place.

It was such a pain to be this large, at times. If Maxwell didn’t coax his length free of his sheath, he’d make a mess even further than he might’ve. No one understood the difficulties living with such a beast. There had been numerous times Maxwell had accidentally sat on his nuts and the whine he let loose had to be quickly explained away. He hated it most when it happened at work.

Let alone when he got aroused in public, or in general…

“Fuck, Corey. You make it difficult to take a piss,” the canine chuckled as he felt his swollen mass with his large fingers. He’d been so worked up this morning it had been hard to take a simple piss in his own bathroom.

Corey had been so cute. Curled up at his side, nose first in his armpit as they slept. The feline didn’t even seem to mind Maxwell using him as a rather plush body pillow. Pulling him on top of him, pushing him against the wall, lying on him and just…

Just the thought of the feline was making Maxwell’s length stiffen and twitch with growing excitement. He grunted, trying to push the thoughts away. The thoughts of the feline before him, on his knees, as he just… let loose like this. Spraying him, coating him, making him smell like the canine standing above him as Maxwell smiled down at him. Petting his face with a clawed finger, tilting Corey’s chin up so he was looking at him.

Only him…

A deep growl filled the bathroom and Maxwell covered his snout with his other hand, looking away. It wasn’t becoming to act like this. His urges and instincts were beginning to rear their head ever since Corey had come into his life.

Wanting him. Pinning him down. To throw his weight around and to claim him. Scent him. Make the feline smell just like the canine did. The thought made a rope of drool dribble from the edge of his snout.

Maxwell bit the tip of his tongue as the thought of it. How Corey laid in his sweaty, warm spot in the bed. How the feline had snuggled up to the canine’s side and nosed into his armpit. How welcome he was to his smell, his scent, his heat, and musk. The feline practically begging for Maxwell to just…. Give it to him. Corey was far more receptive to that kind of attention and love than Maxwell would’ve thought he’d be. Most felines weren’t as welcoming around him. Corey did have the bad habit of acting like he wanted one thing, while desiring another. Being with a cat could be so… tricky, at times. Maybe Maxwell, a canine, had been biased against felines without even realizing it. Maxwell knew what he liked.

He liked to give his cute kitten all he had to offer.

It was just figuring out where Corey would draw that line at, that was tricky. Not wanting to accidentally push the feline away if he were to try something. If he asked? Maxwell knew Corey would deny it. He needed to create a perfect environment in order to test those waters.

The Irish wolfhound’s toes curled in the fuzzy bathroom mat he’d laid out in front of the toilet. It matched the one in front of the sink and the shower. The canine loved to sleep naked but hated a cold floor. It was why he had paid extra for the warm tiled flooring in the bathrooms. Keep his “dogs” nice and warm and… sweaty.

Maxwell didn’t even bother to wash up as he came back into the bedroom, wondering if Corey would smell it on his hands after he’d grab him and rub the feline with them. Petting him. Hugging and groping Corey lovingly and roughly and dominantly... Fingers digging into that squishy pelt of gray fur as Maxwell rubbed his scent all over the sleeping feline’s body.

Taking Corey in his hands and just…

The canine was getting worked up, again, as he walked back into the room, blushing at all the thoughts he had of the cat. It was so hard to resist someone who was so eager and hopeful as Corey was. To be around someone like that. With eyes full of want and need, so receptive to all Maxwell had to give him. Shower him with. Smother Corey with...

It turned Maxwell on more than he would’ve thought it would. To have such a willing partner, into him like this. He tried to remember his lessons and be the gentleman Corey had first met but, seeing Corey lying in his spot, in his bed… it was so hard to resist.

The feline had scooted over to lie where Maxwell had been, up against the wall. The feline following the canine’s warmth he’d left behind in his absence. The cold chill of the day encouraging Corey to seek it’s warmth. Maxwell smiled at that as he walked over on long legs. Crouching down, he slipped a leg under the sheets before joining Corey within the bed. Scooting up close behind the feline and trying not to hump that plump rear that pushed back against him in greeting.

Maxwell’s hotdog fit so perfectly between those buns. Corey excess weight creating the perfect cushion for Maxwell’s hip to press against as it formed nicely around his muscular thighs. Maxwell ran a finger over it’s curve, wanting to grab it and spread those cheeks apart.

Corey would let out a startled yowl, he was sure. Maxwell would need to move fast from there to please his feline. Rub between those cheeks, tease his tail hole quickly to make him feel good. To be receptive to Maxwell’s advances…

The Irish wolfhound drooled at the thought, wondering just how hot and warm the feline would be this morning after snuggling together for so long. Maxwell sweated more than he was comfortable with, it was just how things were when you had such thick wiry fur as he did. He’d never minded having that “man-smell” but knew to keep it in check in public and during meetings for work.

With Corey, though, Maxwell wanted to go days without showering…

“Maxwell?” Corey asked, rubbing an eye, and looking back at the wolfhound watching him sleep. Maxwell chuckled at that. How the feline, in his bed, was asking if it was the canine rejoining him. Who else would it be?

Maxwell had to stifle a growl at the thought of anyone else in the bed with Corey. He needed to watch his urges.

“It’s me, sweet kitten… It’s your dog. Go back to bed, Corey.” Maxwell scooted closer, nosing at Corey’s neck as the feline rested back down on Maxwell’s pillow. It had been the one the canine had been using that morning and the thought of that made Maxwell’s toes curl again, clenching tightly. “You really seem to enjoy sleeping here,” Maxwell rubbed a hand over Corey’s side, watching him rest. He felt so soft and warm, smelling of the canine.

It was everything Maxwell had wanted to wake up to in the morning. A warm body next to him. Someone who was more than happy to see him there in the morning. Despite his age, despite how much he sweated, despite the fact the Irish wolfhound’s fur wasn’t soft like some of the other breeds. Maxwell had long limbs, he was a big guy and it could be… awkward at times around other people.

Maxwell had to be very mindful of his movements due to his height and build around others. While it might appear to an outsider that he was always calm and collected, Maxwell struggled with keeping up such an appearance. Especially when he got riled up like this.

Holding Corey’s thigh, Maxwell pressed his lower body against the round curves of the feline’s rear. Forming their body together as he nestled in closer to the feline. Letting their fur get tangled together as he placed one leg up and over both of Corey’s and nosed at the feline’s neck again.

He smelled. Corey smelled and Maxwell took a slow deep breath of it, of him. Letting it fill his lungs, to make him have that tingling sensation inside as the rich aroma of this other male filled his very being with their scent. Maxwell loved how Corey’s scent was mixed with his far more potent one. Just like they laid there together, entangled together, so too was their scent. Entwined together in harmonious union as Maxwell nuzzled the feline.

“Comfy.” Corey just said, yawning as he pulled the sheets further up over his body and head as the wolfhound gave him another squeeze. Cat’s truly were made of some sort of fluid, Maxwell chuckled as Corey’s body, while heavy, moved effortlessly in his grip. Sloshing and swaying in the bed as it formed up against his front.

“Comfy? How so?” Maxwell prodded and the feline stirred, swiping a hand effortlessly at his face. Corey’s nails never sprung out around the canine, and it let Maxwell know how comfortable he was around the large canine.

A soft bap from those squishy, soft cat beans did little to deter the canine’s effort of nosing or teasing him. In fact, in a way, it encouraged Maxwell to continue. To repeat the process again in the future. To feel Corey swiping at his face, harmlessly, was a sign of love between the two. He knew how painful it would be for Corey’s nails to prick him, but the feline kept that in control.

Harmless little baps gave the canine the attention he desired, even if might not seem like a healthy solution at times to an outsider.

“Warm. Smells nice. Feels good…” Corey explained, leaving several details out as he wiggled back into a comfortable spot and closer to Maxwell. Feeling the other man’s body push against his front left Maxwell with a low rumbling growl in chest and throat.

“Is that so?” Maxwell scooted closer, pressing his chest and stomach against Corey’s back before pushing his groin against the feline’s exposed rear. Corey didn’t pull back and even pushed into it with a low groan at the feel. “Fuck, Corey…” Maxwell began to pant softly.

Maxwell felt himself stir at the response he had gotten. The feline didn’t get on him or push him away and Maxwell found his toes clenching once more as he huffed out a hot breath, licking over his jowls as he panted down, over the feline. Staring down at Corey’s resting form. His body, his face and the rolls of the fur around his neck due to his breeds natural excess skin.

“Corey,” Maxwell pet his side. “Is it okay if I sniff you?”

“Haven’t you already?” Corey glanced back, rubbing at an eye now. He was about to turn to face him, but Maxwell stopped him.

“I want to sniff you… elsewhere, kitten.” Maxwell swallowed his drool as he looked into Corey’s eyes. Needing permission for fearing what it would lead to if Corey accepted.

“Elsewhere…?” The gears in Corey’s head slowly turned until he finally understood. “Oh! Uh, s-sure. Are you just going to…?”

“Just stay like that for me.” Maxwell leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Just face towards the wall and let me do my thing. Don’t mind my probing nose.”

“O-okay.” Corey nodded and did as he was told. Maxwell’s toes clenched. The fact the feline had just so easily listened to him and obeyed. It was making that dominate side of the canine come out and he had to restrain it from taking control.

He wondered if Corey would be into that. That kind of… dominance. Using a collar and leash. Be it for Maxwell or the feline, the canine wasn’t sure at that moment. The idea of the feline pulling on his leash made his length twitch and the tip begin to drip.

Corey pulling on his leash, the collar around Maxwell’s neck tugging because of it as the feline, this cat, smiled at the dog. “Good boy,” Maxwell shuddered wanting to hear the words as Corey straddled his hips, sitting on his lap as he pulled on his leash. Calling him those two words every dog wanted to hear.

“Just stay like t-that for me.” Maxwell nosed his shoulder. “Just having you here, in my bed… I’m getting so worked up, kitten.” The canine nosed lower, over his shoulder blade and down his back. “Seeing you in my bed. In my arms after I woke up. Having you here waiting for me after I take a hot piss…” He growled at the end, lips reverberating from the intense sound of it.

“Maxwell…” Corey blushed hearing that. The Irish wolfhound’s sniffing grew louder as he devoured the delicious scent in his bed.

“Just gets me so worked up. I love having you over Corey,” and Maxwell nosed down further to sniff over the feline’s plump rear end. “You are always so clean,” he teased. “Showering this morning before your visit, I see. Were you possibly expecting something?” The canine tip toed two fingers over to the sheet hiding the pleasant curves of the feline’s body.

Where Maxwell was lean, fit, and tall. Corey was short, plump, and soft. One a dog, the other a cat. They couldn’t be more different from each other, and Maxwell wouldn’t have it any other way as he sniffed between those cheeks, noting how Corey had cleaned himself up before his visit, even down there. The feline clearly had improper intentions on coming over this morning. Maybe a subconscious desire for more? Maxwell had no complaints about this as he placed a hand on Corey’s shoulder, turning the British shorthair onto his back.

“Just stay like that for me, kitten,” Maxwell growled at the end, trying to keep it reigned in, but he could feel his dominate side poking it’s head out along with his tip. His sheath was full and sagging between his long muscular legs and Maxwell easily stepped over the feline’s head and angling it towards his face.

Corey was wide awake by now and was looking up towards the hanging sheath and drooping balls precariously swaying over his face, threatening to fall over him any second now. He felt Maxwell’s hands rub down his sides and hold his thighs, spreading them open for easier access with those strong, amble fingers that gripped and held his meaty thighs. Corey waited for those warm full lips to touch his sheath opening but, instead, jumped when he felt Maxwell’s cold nose push against his sack.

The canine’s chest rumbled as he took a slow deep, lung filling breath of Corey’s body. Of his groin. Of the muskiest part of his body. Holding it in, that smell, his scent. Savoring the delicious aroma, practically able to taste it on his lips, before breathing out a hot gust of air. The breath was warm, and moist. Corey shuddered at the feel of the canine’s breath wash over his exposed, naked body like this.

Maxwell panted happily over him, looking at him. Nosing at his sack playfully, like a dog wanting to play with a pair of balls.

“That’s my kitten,” Maxwell panted staring down at Corey’s cute little sack and plump sheath. The feline wasn’t lacking but, in comparison to Maxwell, it was petite and cute in the canine’s eyes. Having grown up and lived with such a hefty package, it was amusing to see his man with something far easier to handle and take care of.

Maxwell almost felt bad for Corey as he carefully bent down and rested on his knees, lowering his substantial package onto and over the cat’s short, muzzled face. The canine felt like apologizing for what Corey had to deal with. Such a sizable canine was going to take both hands and a pair of lips. Maxwell meanwhile only had to deal with the cute feline in front of him while the feline struggled between his legs.

The thought made the canine murr.

The low groan Corey let out got rid of such silly thoughts, though, and Maxwell looked back, down between his legs, at the feline’s face. Corey had a look of content elation as Maxwell’s heavy orbs sagged over the side of his face, blocking out Corey’s vision as the musky, sweaty flesh of the Irish wolfhound’s sack covered it. Covered him. Buried him underneath the warm musk of Maxwell’s body.

It was warm. That was Corey’s first thought. It was warm and slightly damp. It smelled. This new blanket being placed over the feline’s face was warm and sweaty and smelly. It rubbed over his furry face. Coating it in Maxwell’s scent. It was strong and every shuddering breath Corey took filled him with more of it. More of Maxwell.

All Corey could think of in that moment was the Irish wolfhound. No one, nothing else existed outside this bedroom and in this bed than the two of them.

“Maxie…” Corey meowed softly, letting out a little “mew” of a sound that made Maxwell’s tail wagged.

He nosed him. Corey nosed at his groin, pushing up against it. Letting his fat furry sack sag further of his face, draping it like a warm damp furry cloth that had been heated up briefly in a microwave. Maxwell could feel his cute little nose push up against it, between his orbs, until it touched the soft, sensitive flesh of his body. Maxwell gripped the sheets tightly as he heard it, as well as felt it. Heard Corey sniffing him.

Sniffing him, knowing him. Learning his scent, his musk. Accepting it into his body and savoring the lingering sensation it left on his nose and whiskers as the feline pulled back slightly, coughing from the potent heady smell of the Irish wolfhound’s groin.

Oh, how Maxwell wanted to rub his nuts and sack over Corey face. Daily. Make this a daily occasion between the two as the canine marked his body with his scent.

“K-kitten,” Maxwell huffed out and panted hotly. His tongue curled at the end of his muzzle as he slowly, carefully, supporting most of his weight on his knees… began to sit back on Corey’s face.

Here he was wanting to try some sixty-nine with the feline and it was Maxwell who was giving in early, succumbing to the temptations to just smother the feline with his body. Cover him, hide him away under his bulk and weight and size. No one would ever know… Maxwell growled low and deep as he pressed down on Corey’s face. His short snout made this far easier than some of his previous partner’s in the past had.

Corey’s squishy face fit so snuggly between Maxwell’s muscular thighs. He squeezed them around Corey’s face and got rewarded with another “mew” from the feline as he sat back on him. Corey was pushing up into him at this point. Sniffing him, nosing him, those whiskers tickling the Irish wolfhound’s thighs as Corey nuzzled at him; just as how Maxwell had nuzzled at the sleeping feline in his bed, so too was Corey nuzzling him now.

Rubbing that short snout over his sweaty thighs. Up against his sack and underneath. Maxwell actually let out a soft “yip” when he felt that. Felt the curious feline nosing under his hefty sack, right at the underside of it where it met his damp furry taint. The fur was matted to his skin, and it allowed Corey easy access to nose at. His cute pink button nose rubbing over the sensitive flesh of Maxwell’s body.

“Corey,” Maxwell panted his name, trying to keep himself upright as the feline began to lick him.

The feel of that semi-rough tongue against such a sensitive spot of his body made the canine whine. A low, deep sound that built up in his chest as Corey continued. Continued to lick him, to tease him with just the very tip of his cat tongue before lapping and grooming at his sweaty, matted fur between his steamy thighs. In the sauna of Maxwell’s body. Pulling on it, that matted fur, softly with his tongue as Corey licked over it. Over him.

Trapped between muscular thighs, Corey loved on Maxwell’s body.

The heat began to increase. Maxwell was sweating, again, as Corey warm breath breathed against him. Hot and humid. Maxwell shivered as one of his orbs was licked accidentally in the feline’s fervor. The tip of that tongue touched it, pulled on it and played with it. Maxwell instantly reacted. The feline quickly picked up on just how sensitive they were as Corey redirected his attention from that sweaty valley to the hanging treasure before him.

They were large and heavy, these orbs. Maxwell always had fat nuts, but the feline was always surprised seeing them like this. When he got hot and worked up, his orbs would hang low. Pullin on the furry sack with their weight. They’d be perfectly outlined in that moist flesh, spherical beauties that Corey wanted to play with. Corey balanced one on his tongue before curling it up and around the orb and closing his lips around it. Around him. Corey tugged on it slightly and the canine noticeably reacted. Maxwell tensing as his back went rigid, thighs giving Corey another squeeze in alarm. With a smirk, the feline licked over and suckled on the juicy hanging fruit of the canine before letting it go. Letting the saliva covered orb slip between his parted lips, suckling on it until the very second it slurped out and hung, damp, before him.

Corey licked his lips, tasting Maxwell’s rich taste on his lips.

With a growl, Maxwell pushed his body down over the feline’s snout and Corey could feel Maxwell shift, sitting upright now on his face, as the Irish wolfhound began to fap.

It didn’t start instantly. That wasn’t how Maxwell liked to do this.

Maxwell’s fingers rubbed down his plump sheath, teasing it further with a dull nail and his rough paw pad. On the soft underside where the fur thinned out, he dragged his finger down. Down that spot to the base where he felt his knot swelling before back up to the tight dark lips of the opening. Rubbing a finger around it several times, Maxwell dipped his long finger inside and felt himself involuntarily clench around the intrusion of the digit.

Even the Irish wolfhound was surprised by how his body jerked and reacted to such stimulation. Something Corey was just beginning to find out.

It wasn’t just his sheath that had clenched around the intruding finger. It was his thighs, his ass cheeks, and even his tail hole that clenched from the sudden intrusion and Corey was the one to feel it all as Maxwell squeezed him between his strong meaty thighs.

“Ah,” Maxwell groaned. “Ahhh, Corey.” He panted as he pulled his finger in and out of his sheath several times. It clung to the finger, the open squeezing around it before the finger popped free. The sheath yawned a breath before closing once more, to Maxwell’s amusement as he watched. Maxwell’s thick fingers ran down the sides of it, of his filling sheath, and back up, squeezing as he reached the top. Pressing the lips of it together as he teased himself further. Giving it a pump, Maxwell felt his tapered tip break free of the tight opening and let out a low groan of pleasure as it did so.

His dark red tip throbbed in the cool afternoon air of the bedroom and Maxwell panted down at it happily. He couldn’t help the smile on his face seeing it, seeing the feline still under him as he pushed down on Corey’s face with a growl. Feeling Corey struggle against his weight, trying to catch a breath and only smelling Maxwell when he did.

“Just like that, kitten. Don’t stop,” Maxwell encouraging words weren’t needed but it was good to hear as the feline continued to do what he could with his face being used as a seat for the large, heavy, musky Irish wolfhound over him.

Take his sheath with two fingers, Maxwell slid it down his length that spilled outwards. Squeezing it, Maxwell pulled the sheath back up and then down on his length, using his dark gray fuzzed sheath as a masturbator as he jerked off. Using the warm, soft fleshy folds of it to rub up and down his growing length as he rubbed his ass down over Corey’s face.

His fat length bobbed in the air, standing proud and tall with Maxwell’s arousal as the wolfhound panted down at it, drool trickling from his lips as he stared at it hungrily. Maxwell loved the taste of himself, he loved the way he smelled when he got like this. His instinct overriding reason at times and letting him enjoy the musky pleasure of his body.

He was more than happy to share it all with Corey.

“Good boy,” he said, and Corey thought he meant the feline. “Just like that,” Maxwell rubbed himself as the tip began to pre. “Oh, Corey,” Maxwell threw back his muzzle and panted towards the heavens as he jerked himself off faster and faster. “Taste me,” he moaned out. “Smell me,” Maxwell pumped his fat length with his full hand now, unable to use his sheath any longer as the knot engorged at the entrance pulling the fleshy folds of it down. “Just like that Corey, don’t stop kitten.”

And Corey did.

Licking and tasting, nibbling and biting at times the feline gave into the musky pleasure of Maxwell’s body as he did everything he could to pleasure his lover. Corey even reached up a hand to fondle and rub on Maxwell’s fat nuts. Pulling and playing with them, rolling them between his fingers and tracing them through that tightening flesh.

The more aroused Maxwell became, the harder it was to play with it. Corey’s finger reached up and stuck into Maxwell’s sheath and the Irish wolfhound moaned louder than ever at that. Having felt Maxwell do it to himself, Corey tried to emulate what he’d done. Pushing his finger in and out of the open, rubbing along the walls before pulling at the loose flesh getting a surprised “yip” from the Irish wolfhound as he did so.

Maxwell ground his ass down on the feline for that, lustfully as if to say “thanks” for the extra stimulation, before lifting up off Corey’s face and pressing back down over it Over him. Over and over again, Maxwell bounced on the feline’s face. Squishing the feline under him. A hand reached down to pet over and grab at Corey’s stomach, holding it down as Maxwell tipped his length down and began to jerk faster over Corey’s body.

He wanted to blow his fat load all over Corey’s body. The thought made his toes clench and Maxwell snarled, holding back the orgasm threatening to overtake him. He wanted to do that. He wanted to coat Corey’s entire body in his seed, his smell. His sticky release that would cover Corey, the smell lingering for days to come…

Maxwell didn’t. He wanted something else as he forced his eyes open to see how Corey was doing. He was met with a lovely surprise.

Corey was just as aroused by all this as Maxwell was.

He loved seeing Corey getting hard from this. Watching the feline’s sheath fill up before it burst, spilling out the head and length of it over his chubby stomach. Watching as it twitched and throbbed before bouncing up into the air several times with Maxwell’s movements, throbbing without being touched as Maxwell jerked off over the feline.

Maxwell moved forward, taking hold of Corey’s length and heard the startled cat “mew” again from the feel of it. Rubbing it, stroking it, Maxwell did something he’d been wanting to do with Corey for a long time. Taking Corey’s length in hand, Maxwell guided the slightly barbed head towards his empty sheath.

With no warning or hesitation, Maxwell pushed it deep inside his body and the both of them tensed from the feel of it.

“Oh,” Maxwell said the word aloud. Voicing his surprise as he felt his sheath tighten around Corey’s head, trapping it inside Maxwell’s sheath. “That’s nice.” Maxwell grinned as he felt Corey hump him. Hump it. Hump into his sheath. Wanting to put more of his length into the tight, warm folds of the canine’s sheath. “Good boy,” Maxwell panted watching the cat struggle to get off on the feel of it.

While the idea of being filled with Corey’s seed came to mind, Maxwell didn’t want that. Not today. There was something else he needed as he rested on all fours over Corey’s body, lazily humping into the cat’s frantic thrusts trying to reach that point of maximum pleasure before blowing.

“That’s it, Corey.” Maxwell huffed and panted. He could smell Corey in the air. Smell his release building. Smell how aroused the feline was by his body and it made the older Irish wolfhound’s tail wag faster. “Get off on me,” his toes clench. “Let me be your pleasure.”

It was building, that pressure inside. Watching Corey, seeing him like this. The cat just a mess in the bed before making a mess. Twisting his hips, grabbing at the sheets as Corey humped into his sheath. It wasn’t enough, Maxwell could tell. All the canine was doing was teasing the feline… and that alone made Maxwell breath hitch in his throat.

A combination of everything this morning leading up to this point tipped Maxwell over the edge and he suddenly moved over Corey’s face. The feline’s length “popped” out of Maxwell’s sheath with a startled cry from Corey as the Irish wolfhound quickly got into position over Corey’s face.

Breathing heavily, the cat had just enough time to open his eyes to see what was going on before Maxwell took control.

Taking his short snout with one hand, Maxwell ordered him to “open” and Corey obeyed. Opening his lips and letting Maxwell’s length slide smoothly into his muzzle, over his tongue, and down his throat as the canine tensed.

His reaction had been perfect. Corey had listened to him, obeyed without question, and done exactly what he’d been told… Maxwell really needed to buy him a collar after this as he held he began to hold his breath, holding it all in…

The heady scent of the Irish wolfhound was at it’s peak and it was only seconds before Maxwell couldn’t resist any longer. Moaning out, his length jumped in Corey’s throat. Throbbing and pulsing. The heat of it made Corey “swallow” around it’s length and that had been it. The final push Maxwell needed.

The feline could feel it. Feel when that fat, girthy, veiny dog cock bulged against his tongue, tracing it over as it did so, before feeling the wolfhound spill down his throat. It was thick. So very thick and warm and heavy. Corey didn’t need to swallow with how far Maxwell had slid in, pressing further against his lips with his fat knot at the end as he came. Corey was just thankful he was good at holding his breath, clamping his eyes shut as the Irish wolfhound continued to empty those fat nuts down his throat.

Corey could feel it. The weight of the wolfhound’s release settling in his stomach. It made him feel warm all over and Corey was the one to clench his toes as Maxwell filled him.

With slow thrusts, Maxwell pumped his length into the feline’s mouth. The warmth of it, the way Corey suckled and licked at him was the last edge Maxwell needed to bring himself to the explosive finish. His mouth was so perfect, it formed so nicely around his length and his throat. His throat was tight and perfect. Corey was perfect for this as Maxwell howled. His fat nuts tightening against his body, forming nicely in his sack as they did so. Two perfectly round orbs snuggly pressed against his body as they released their potent load. Length throbbing, Maxwell could feel it. Every time he came. Every jet of his seed he sent straight into Corey’s body, he could feel it.

It was incredible. The pleasure washed over him. Over his entire body as he came. The release had been building all day, all morning and now it had reached that climatic end and Maxwell wanted to whine for how pleasurable the resolution had been.

A perfect day, with a perfect partner and a perfect end. That’s what this was.

It made him shudder. Every pulse, every throb, every sexually charge spasm of his dick made the wolfhound shudder. Otherwise, Maxwell was frozen over Corey body. Half sitting, half standing Maxwell stayed perfect still, twitching with every release before finally groining out at the end after it ended what felt like several minutes later.

The last dribble of his see collecting in Corey’s muzzle as the wolfhound pulled out slowly, carefully as his sensitive tip retreated back into his furry home. The sheath closing around it as the canine began to move.

Corey thought he might just move off him, to lay in the bed next to the feline. Maxwell didn’t. Instead, the wolfhound moved forward, over Corey’s body, allowing the feline a chance to catch his breath before holding it once more. Maxwell had taken his length into his snout without warning and was nursing on his body to it’s bitter end.

The heat of that muzzle, that snout, closed around Corey’s length and his entire body felt it. Felt being trapped in the canine’s jaws as Maxwell began to lick him.

Maxwell’s wide, thick tongue licked and lapped over Corey’s length trapped inside the wolfhound’s snout. Maxwell murring deeply as he nursed the feline’s body. Sucking him off as he fondled Corey’s junk with a hand as he laid out over him, on him. The heavy Irish wolfhound lazing out his body over the feline in his bed. Due to his size, Maxwell had to bend his legs upwards, not that he minded, to fit in the bed as he ran his fingers through the British shorthair’s thigh idly.

Maxwell loved it. Loved the feel of the feline between his fingers. Feel Corey’s soft, squishy body under him. The British shorthair made for such a perfect bed and seat that Maxwell wished he could trademark it and sell.

Corey could do little to protest as Maxwell’s sack fell back over his face. The heat of it alone was making him pre.

The smell of the Irish wolfhound in his nostrils, the taste of Maxwell lingering in his throat, combined with the weight of the heavy canine lazing over him with his dick getting suck was all Corey needed to catch up to Maxwell’s finish.

He felt embarrassed, blushing as he came. Corey’s small spasms of an orgasm wasn’t anything compared to Maxwell, but the canine happily lapped it all up, not leaving a single drop of the feline’s release behind. Maxwell greedily gobbling it all up before lapping at the tip for more after. He loved the way Corey squirmed underneath him when he did so. The feline helpless against his teasing.

Corey “meowed” again, bapping the canine that was trying to get more out of him. Corey couldn’t do much else with the heavy canine on him and ended up just lying there as Maxwell finally got up.

“Holy,” Corey chuckled, about to say more but got a look from Maxwell.

“Stay.” Maxwell ordered and Corey did.

The Irish wolfhound got up on all fours, spun around several times before lying back down on the feline’s body. Trapping him there, underneath his bulk and weight as Maxwell hugged and squeezed Corey against his chest.

“I thought,” Corey chuckled, “you wanted us to get up and start our day.” He sighed, content and happy and warm. Corey might’ve guilty come over in hopes of something like this happening, he hadn’t expected it. Only now did he see how much he needed this. Needed him. How much Corey needed Maxwell in his life.

“Five more minutes…” Maxwell wagged lazily as he nuzzled the top of the feline’s head and squished Corey’s face against his sweaty chest, partially rolling back over him. “Just five more minutes, kitten…” The wolfhound began to snore lightly.

Corey couldn’t complain to that. What cat didn’t like taking a nap? He snuggled up close to Maxwell’s body, wanting to touch him as much as was physically possible as their combined scents mingled together in the air around them. Smelling of the love they had just shared with each other.

Nuzzling close together, the two held each other late into the evening before abruptly waking up to eat something as Maxwell’s loud stomach protests reminded them they hadn’t eaten all day. The growl of it actually waking Corey up.

With a smile, a laugh, they decided to order a pizza as they spent the rest of the evening and night together.