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Sleep was a lovely state of being. There was no rush, no crowd, and certainly no angry customers waiting to yell and swear just because their steak was supposedly underdone when they simply didn't understand doneness. The warm, comforting embrace of slumber was always a lovely experience, one that Piat was all too happy to lounge within the arms of. Alas, it was not meant to be a permanent state. But then the squirrel wouldn't want to stay asleep forever. Though he did sometimes exist in that state of perpetually asking for just five minutes more. He yawned as he came to, slowly released from the grasp of Morpheus as he opened his eyes.

The ceiling of the apartment greeted him as he sobered and stretched under the sheets. The tall, almost lanky squirrel felt his paws bump against the headboard while his feet pushed dangerously close to the lower end of the bed. Thankfully, he had thought ahead and purchased a larger than usual mattress. He hated it when his toes stuck out over the edge. Especially during the winter when they could get remarkably cold. It was a late spring day, so he didn't have to worry about chilled paws.

He did however have to concern himself with the large, purple lump mashed up against his side. Hemlock liked to snuggle in his sleep, and while that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it did make getting out of bed a challenge. Piat lowered his head to find the violet lupine resting his cheek against his chest. The bright green tips of his ears tickled just at the end of the squirrel's nose as he looked down. He really was cute while he was asleep.

"Alright honey... gotta go get ready for work so you gotta let go." Piat whispered ever so quietly.

A soft groan rose up out of the sleeping lupine and his arm draped over the fluffy-tailed rodent tightened. The reddish-grey fellow sighed and began the usual work of pealing his boyfriend off of him. If it had been his day off, he would not have bothered. He would have just laid there, letting Hemlock cling to him until he woke. But he had an early shift at the restaurant today. And then another shift at the bar a few blocks down. There was no way he could afford to survive on one job alone. At least the work was good and he enjoyed it. When he wasn't dealing with an unruly customer.

Thankfully, those were few and far between.

With careful, practiced effort, Piat managed to slip out of the wolf's grasp and slide off the edge of the bed onto his paws. He looked back at the still-sleeping lupine, his thick form showing indistinct shapes in the top sheet. There was a temptation to drag the sheet back and drink in the well curved fellow's form. The squirrel wasn't entirely fond of obesity, but the lovely blend of strength and soft that Hemlock had built was quite alluring. The term he had heard used to describe such a physique was 'muscle gut'. And the wolf certainly had an awfully attractive mix of both.

A quiet snort rose up out of the lupine, stirring only lightly as he came to curl up around himself slightly in the absence of his lover's form. At least the mattress was still warm where Piat had been laying. The squirrel sighed and turned to head to the bathroom. A shower would wake him up properly. And maybe Hemlock would be awake by the time he got out and he could get a good morning kiss before he left.

Piat closed the bathroom door quietly, then stripped out of his underwear. The shower was turned on and given a moment to build up a good head of steam behind the curtain. Once it was warm and humid inside the domain of the spray, the squirrel stepped in and dragged the curtain back in place, sealing in as much heat as he could. The spray matted down his fur quickly, rinsing away the drowsiness that was trying desperately to cling to him. As he rinsed his face, splashing water to try and sharpen his mind, he noticed something specific he would need to take care of.

It had been there when he woke up and it had not gone away in the time it took for him to get to the shower. It was a typical result found in the morning when one had a healthy libido. The squirrel gazed down at his length, standing proud and erect as if smiling up at its owner to greet him. With nothing else really better to do other than actually bathe, Piat wrapped a paw around the impressively sized rod.

He wasn't giant by any stretch. He had seen photos of boys who looked like they could use their manhood as an emergency floatation device. If it floated. And if it did, they could save two or three others as well as themselves. Something about that was appealing, but impractical. The squirrel was quite happy with his more manageable size.

He stroked slowly along the damp sire, humming quietly to himself in satisfaction. A little morning activity would help keep him from being too stressed at work. And he wasn't in any sort of hurry. Piat closed his eyes and leaned forward against the tile wall, supported with his free paw. The shower spray poured down over his head as he worked himself up. Thoughts of his purple lover flowed through his mind, including things he would very much like to do to him, or have done by him. It sent a soft shiver up his spine as he thought about it. He could almost feel Hemlock's paws running over his chest and the swell of that lupine rod press against him.

"Getting a little woodworking in before you go play chef?" said a smooth, pleasantly deep voice.

Apparently Piat had not been imagining those paws rubbing over him. He hadn't even noticed as the purple wolf pulled the shower curtain open and stepped in to join him. As soon as he realized his boyfriend was present, the squirrel leaned back into his embrace.

"Oh hey honey. I wasn't sure if I'd get to see you before I left." Piat said.

"Oh I can't let you leave without saying goodbye. I haven't given you a kiss yet. Or anything else." Hemlock said.

"Well, I'm glad you woke up in time. I was just getting started on something. I'd prefer if you finished it though." the squirrel replied, offering a knowing smirk.

"Oh, you wanna give a dog a bone, huh? Or maybe you'd like him to bury his?" the wolf asked, reaching forward to collect the squeeze bottle of liquid soap.

The two began lathering one another up, though it was a less effective attempt than if they had been actually focused on getting clean and not just trying to grope one another.

"It looks like the mighty hunter has caught himself a squirrel," Piat said, pushing back into the strong, chubby wolf's arms, "I guess I'm done for."

"Oh you're not done yet, but I'll make sure you get done. Sneaky boy trying to escape without a little fun with me. I'm on to you and your games." Hemlock growled playfully.

"Alright, alright. You've got me," the squirrel complained, then shifted into a sultry tone, "Now what are you going to do with me?"

"Everything that I've got time for. First, let's make sure you've done your stretching this morning." the wolf said.

The purple fellow pulled his hips back, keeping his chest pressed against the squirrel's lower shoulders. He wasn't quite as tall as the bushy-tailed fellow, but then Piat was rather tall himself. It was a little bit of a shock meeting him for the first time, given that others of his kind were usually on the smaller side. A squirrel that was just over two meters tall was a surprise for anyone who assumed they never got so big. Hemlock loved it. It meant his boyfriend could top him more easily, when he was feeling like being on bottom. They traded turns frequently, but right at that very moment, Hemlock wanted to do the filling.

A gentle push from behind sank the bright, almost neon green mast of flesh under the long, fluffy tail of his lover. Piat shuddered as he felt the familiar presence between his cheeks part the ring of muscle keeping the lupine out. He wiggled his hips, feigning unwillingness to make his boyfriend work for what he desired. It was a fruitless gesture. After only a few moments, the squirrel gave up and simply pushed back against the delightfully soft and pliable tummy pressing against the small of his back. The intruder sank in without any real difficulty, making Piat groan.

He was awake now, and he wanted more. The part-time chef waggled his hips from side to side as he mashed back into the lupine's grasp. Little by little, the two joined, the wolf's shaft hilting itself in his taller companion. The swell of his sheath pressed against the cleft of the squirrel's rump and a soft pulse claimed the now entrenched rod. Hemlock brought his paws lower along the squirrel's form, rubbing over his stomach, then tracing lower to find Piat's own bulging sheath and the exposed length of his mast as well. A slow, teasing stroke passed up along the squirrel's spire, then back down.

"Mmm, you were trying to play without me. Your joystick's already warmed up." Hemlock said.

"Yeah, but the game's always easier when you co-op." Piat replied, already finding it difficult to keep his breath even.

"Good thing there was an open port for player two." the wolf grinned, enjoying the playful banter.

He pulled his hips back and squeezed the squirrel's length, taking care not to retreat too far. They couldn't have him slipping out completely. He'd have to start all over again. Just as Piat began to squirm, needing to feel his wolf push back in, the purple fellow delivered. Hemlock pressed his hips forward, sinking back into the warm embrace of his lover's interior. The grasp was firm, providing a gentle challenge, one that the wolf relished. He growled softly as he hilted himself once more, held there for a moment, then pulled away once more.

It was the start of a steady pace, one that was sure to quicken as the lupine approached his end. Piat was going to make sure he would have to fight to stretch out their time, rocking back into him to force him to hasten. The strong wolf took command in spite of that attempt. The smooth, regular thrusts kept coming, preventing the squirrel from being able to do the driving. His breath came in short, audible gasps, signaling that the wolf was on the right track.

The paw wrapped around the taller fellow's rod pumped away, not trying to bring him to climax, but to keep him well tended to. After all, it would be rude for the wolf to not take care of his boyfriend. And he prided himself on his skill in that arena in particular. The two ground against one another firmly, gradually picking up speed. Soon, Piat was leaning forward, pressing his chest against the tile wall he had been leaning on. His chest heaved as he mashed his cheek against the cold, smooth surface. He clenched strongly around the verdant spire pressing so deep into him. He could feel it mashing against a very tender organ. And yet Hemlock wasn't actually trying to make use of that little secret, not yet at least.

"Not gonna... hit the magic button?" Piat asked through his gasps.

"Nah, I think I can do everything I need to with just my big, fat wand. Just hold on, I'll cast a spell that'll turn you stiff as a board." the wolf growled.

It didn't take long after that. In a matter of moments, the purple lupine began to simply rut, humping fast and fierce into the squirrel. He opened his jaws and clamped down on the scruff of his mate's neck, holding fast as he sank his teeth in. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was a strong enough clamp to let Piat know he was there and he wasn't about to let go until he was finished. Hemlock rocked forward into the taller fellow, then with one more good slam, shoved himself in right to the hilt again. This time, a sizable swell forced its way into the squirrel. The wolf's knot had been buried into the tight grasp of his lover. Were Hemlock's jaws not already occupied, he would have thrown his head back and howled.

The neighbors hated it when he did that, especially first thing in the morning. Piat's scruff had kept him from being too loud. But he did loose a strong growl that reached the squirrel's ears easily. A surge of heated ooze gushed forth, pouring into the taller boy's bowels. It stole Piat's breath away and he shuddered, suddenly growing exceptionally tense. That 'magic spell' of the wolf's had worked rather well. Stiff as a board indeed.

Spurt after spurt of the thick, sticky seed poured in. The squirrel swelled softly about the middle, moving a paw to clutch at his growing stomach. Hemlock had always been able to make him bulge like that, giving his tummy reason to slosh. And Piat absolutely loved it. It continued for several moments, filling the squirrel's belly until there was nothing left to give, at least for the time being. When at last it all came to rest, he huffed and reclined against his violet love. It was one hell of a way to start the morning. And there was still so much left to do.

"Oooh honey, you know how to treat a boy right." Piat said as he sighed, finding relief as he was permitted to calm.

It was impossible to feel as he squeezed his thighs together thanks to the shower, but the squirrel had moistened considerably. He had not reached climax from the wolf's paw around his shaft, but he had been given a mighty quake. Though it had not been tended to directly, the folds hidden away between Piat's legs quivered as they slowly eased down from the quick burst of euphoria that rutting had provided. Tall, thin, fit, and in possession of both means of receiving pleasure. The squirrel was quite the package. Hemlock was deeply enthusiastic about his boyfriend after he had been shown the secret below.

Many didn't care for it. The wolf saw it as just another something to make use of in bringing his squirrel pleasure. And he was quite good at it. Piat could attest to that.

"Only because you let me practice on you so much. Now, I can't help but notice you're not quite done up front. Turn about is fair play. Should I bend over for you? Or should I give you a good tongue lashing for your failure to hit the mark?" Hemlock asked, still growling playfully, though more quietly now.

"I want my wolfy on his knees. Get down there and get to work." Piat answered.

"Oui, chef." Hemlock said with a snicker.

The squirrel rolled his eyes, taking some subtle delight in his boyfriend acting like his subordinate in the kitchen. Maybe they would have to have a little playtime where they actually acted that out in the near future. The purple lupine slowly pulled his bright green length free of the squirrel's cheeks, regretting not being able to remain there for longer than he had been. Any delay at this point would likely mean Piat would be late to work, and he couldn't have that.

As the taller fellow had required it, the violet canid obeyed. Hemlock lowered himself down until he was on his knees, leaning in to kiss the pucker he had just stretched so nicely. It made the squirrel arch his back. How he wanted to let him linger there for just a few minutes longer. Maybe after work.

With the need to finish and get ready still weighing on both their minds, Piat turned about to face his wolf and grinned down at him. A paw found its way to Hemlock's head, stroking between his ears, still enjoying the bright green present along the leading edges. There were spots of the same brilliant lime hue sprinkled along the backs of his ears, on his shoulders and thighs, as well as good splash on the tip of his tail. It gave the illusion of a sort of bioluminescence. If it were possible to make those regions glow, Hemlock would no doubt have wished it.

An eager set of lips pushed their way under the squirrel's sac and began exploring the familiar territory beyond. The scent of the squirrel's feminine side filled his nostrils and he growled happily. His tongue slipped free and dragged along the well-drenched petals, sensing that he had done a fine job of making his boyfriend tremble with delight. And that new exploration brought another round of quakes to the squirrel's frame. But not for long. Piat pulled his wolf back and sighed, regretting that he couldn't let him just stay there and lick him to completion once again. He had other plans.

"Not there... here." the taller fellow said, directing his lover to the still bobbing length before him.

It was impossible to miss, almost slapping Hemlock in the face as he was redirected. While it wasn't the target he had sought initially, it would do just fine. He nodded and opened his mouth, taking the aching mast into his jaws. The same growl from before rumbled away in his throat, sending its vibration through the exposed, now trapped flesh. It sent a soft chill up Piat's spine and he held his boyfriend there, sighing happily.

A gradual withdrawal exposed the squirrel's length to the steamy environment of the shower again, only to feel it wrapped back up in the wolf's maw. He bobbed his head slowly, dragging his flat, slick tongue across as much of the steadily drooling rod as he could reach. Piat was rather nicely endowed just like the lupine. That meant the squirrel could reach all the way to the back of Hemlock's throat. And he loved it. The salty ooze dribbling from the pulsing length drove him to carry on, trying his best to pleasure his boyfriend, but then the paw on the back of his head gripped him by the hair and pulled him gently back.

"What's the matter? I thought I was doing a good job." the wolf said with a frown once his lips were free of obstruction.

"Oh you are. No doubt about it. I'm just interested in something a little different." Piat said, still grinning as he gripped his shaft with his other paw.

A gentle squeeze saw the head bulge and the drooling opening widen. Hemlock looked down to see that gaping entry yawning before him. Immediately he knew what was to come. And it excited him further. The wolf leaned in, bumping his nose against the head of the squirrel's spire. It immediately flared and pushed around the lupine's muzzle. Piat sucked in a sharp breath as it began. He was going to move fairly quick, thanks to work demanding he show up on time, but he would enjoy it none the less. That same play-growl from the wolf rose once more, making the hungry rod ripple strongly around him. A 'gulp' tugged all of Hemlock's head out of sight, bulging the squirrel's member heavily.

Oh how he loved doing this. It was only the latest time he had taken his beloved this way. And Hemlock had taken his fair share of turns doing the same to him. Among other things they enjoyed like this. And ordinarily, he wouldn't do this before heading in to work. It wouldn't be wise to have a big, chubby wolf swinging away between your legs while trying to mix drinks or cook on the line. But then he wasn't going to put Hemlock in his sac. He had other plans. Another swallow pushed over the lupine's neck and began work on his shoulders. The nose that led the way disappeared from the tall, moaning fellow's shaft, but it didn't descend. Instead it turned upward, aiming for the other region such sticky, white ooze could be stored.

Piat's middle, already visibly swollen from the delivery he had received from behind, started to swell further. His jaws hung agape as he panted and fought to stand his ground. His legs wanted to drop him to the floor and force him to sit, but he wouldn't have it. Even as he felt the soft yet firm contours of his boyfriend's muscular chest slide in, Piat stayed standing. A happy groan came from his belly as Hemlock realized where he was being put. If he had his way, he'd have gone for the lower option, but this worked just fine.

The purple wolf's great, round stomach was always an obstacle to be relished. Piat adored the feel of it sliding into him, no matter how it happened. Be it his jaws stretching around it, feeling it spreading his cheeks like the brilliant green shaft had done moments ago, or even between his legs to store him as if he were the squirrel's unborn child, he always looked forward to that paunch forcing him wider. It slowed his progress, forced him to take longer, but that was fine. It was time well spent. Piat began to rock his hips, giving his member a little extra help. It jerked the wolf inward, slurping up his belly until he reached the green-speckled hips.

The wolf's still rigid shaft bumped against the hungry monster devouring him and folded downward, dragging along the sticky interior as he was forced to ball up in the squirrel's growing abdomen. Piat groped over his belly as he swelled, his toes curling as the stretching pushed him closer to the edge.

Eventually, he couldn't stave off the coming explosion any longer and he cried out. A hearty surge of white rushed up along the purple wolf's form, soaking him from head to thigh. The act lubricated his form and made jerking him deeper just that much easier. The squirrel's stomach surged as he felt that rotund tummy pop into the chamber that would house his lover. His knees vanished, then his calves, and then, with a lewd, audible sucking noise, the pair of purple paws that hung out of him were dragged in. Everything passed through the still undulating passage until Hemlock was forced completely into the musky interior he had been compacted inside.

"I guess this means you plan on keeping me with you when you leave for work, huh? You almost never put me in here unless you plan on leaving me inside for a shift." the wolf said, his voice muffled by the flesh of the squirrel's prostate.

"Yeah," Piat replied, out of breath but oh so satisfied with the result, "I almost never do."

The squirrel moved one of his paws down to fondle between his legs. The other massaged his vast, bloated stomach. The fact that his prostate was so stretched meant any attention to his belly would stimulate it oh so nicely. It was one reason why he was so fond of getting his tummy stroked while Hemlock was in there. His exploring paw pushed past the dangling pouch that he usually dropped the wolf into and traced across the still trembling folds that had received less attention than they deserved.

The squirrel clenched up around the wolf as he began to tease and tickle himself. His passenger turned about, feeling that contraction. Maybe he could get the squirrel to shoot him back out. He loved being able to trigger that reaction. Usually it meant that he would get to enjoy being slurped back up all over again. This time however, Piat was ready for him. The bloated, heavy-middled rodent bit his lower lip as he forced himself closer and closer to climax, running his fingers across the supple petals between his legs, then delving between them to trace about the interior. It took so little effort when he was carrying Hemlock, and today was no exception.

Another shout filled the shower as Piat was driven to orgasm. A splash of honey coated his paw. A splatter of white painted the underside of his thoroughly stuffed gut. Hemlock's world squeezed tight around him, giving the squirrel's gut reason to show the indistinct outline of his form. It was easy to see his head, back, shoulders, and a few other features to reveal his orientation inside the taller boy's prostate, and that said prostate did in fact contain someone. But he did not come rushing back out as the wolf had hoped he might. He remained firmly lodged right where he was.

And Piat was now quite satisfied. He had gotten all he wanted for the morning. He resumed showering, finishing cleansing himself, including washing the sticky stain he had painted onto his tummy. Once he was done, he turned the water off and climbed out. He grabbed a towel and began to dry his fur. He would need to use the dryer stall for a moment or two, but only just enough to help push him towards dry, not completely. The noise made the neighbors gripe.

Inside, Hemlock was regaining his mobility once again. It had taken a few minutes for the squirrel's grip on him to ease down enough for him to squirm about. And it made Piat shudder quite happily.

"So, you're really not gonna let me out?" the wolf asked, pushing his paws gently out against the walls holding him in.

A happy groan sounded from above him as he massaged the incredibly sensitive flesh trapping him under his lover's fur.

"Nope. You're not coming out until I'm good and ready to let you out. Probably when I get home from work. Now be good in there and maybe there'll be some scraps left over for you to enjoy for dinner." Piat answered.

"And if I don't behave?" Hemlock asked, grinning unseen as he sloshed about in the small pond of squirrel seed.

"Then you can just sit there while -I- enjoy dinner. Besides, you didn't get that clean in the shower, so I'm making you take a bath. You go ahead and soak. Daddy's gotta go earn a living." the squirrel huffed and wiggled his hips, making his tummy sway from side to side.

It sloshed Hemlock about, coating him thoroughly once more. He began pressing out once again, the last chance he'd get before he would invariably fall asleep under the constant swaying motions of the squirrel's gait.

"Next time, I expect to be stored further down." the wolf cackled.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, us squirrels and our nuts and all that. Don't make me melt you down into cum for any more bad puns." Piat shot back.

He dressed himself, having purchased an entire second wardrobe just for when he felt like keeping his boyfriend with him when he went out. Specifically, keeping his boyfriend -inside- him when he went out. His shirt draped down over the huge belly he was now in possession of, quietly wishing he could just stay like that, though perhaps with Hemlock located somewhere a little less stimulating. As it was, if he bumped into the counter or the door to the walk-in fridge, it ran the risk of setting him off and leaving him with a pair of sticky pants.

Maybe he'd slide his wolf into his womb sometime later in the week. Hemlock rather enjoyed that, pretending that Piat was his dad, or mom, whichever term he preferred to use in the moment. The squirrel waddled his way out the door once he as dressed, thoughts of being greedy and keeping his boyfriend all to himself in such a manner running through his head, keeping the tent in his trousers nicely pitched. He was going to have to be careful at work. They wouldn't have much time to let him change if he did make a mess in his underwear.