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Leaving a bed with Devon wasn't easy.

We were lazy and warm in each other's arms, but the prospect of our first date excited us enough to get up. I called off another day of work just to be with him. We showered together again and I found it hard to keep my hands to myself. I wasn't even trying to clean him like last time.

I just wanted to hold him. To touch him. To feel his body and see how he reacted.

It got me hard again, and he kept tugging at me. More jokingly than an attempt to please me. He was playing with me in a more literal sense.

Which in turn made me hornier. So maybe it was pleasing me in a roundabout way.

Sure. It was horny. I was horny. He was horny. But even when I jabbed a finger in his asshole, it didn't feel like we were being sexual. We were just having fun with our bodies.

Which really did sound sexual, but that wasn't the intent.

I think at least.

It wasn't my intent.

It might've been his.

When we stepped out of the steamy water, while my head was buried in a towel he surprised me by sucking my cock. I felt him tonguing me, then the slow rub of my dick against the sides of his mouth as he lowered down.

Warmth flickered through my belly. I lifted the towel off of my head and stared down at him.

"Devon." I didn't make any move to try stop him, just made my voice mockingly stern.

His response was to moan as he slurped on me.

Which made me weak.

"I will fuck you." I spoke it like a threat. In a way it was, because we'd end up tied for another hour when we were both hungry and keen for the date.

He purred.

I gasped and grunted as the vibration shook me. "Man." My voice came pinched and breathy.

Then he lifted his head away from me, grinning. "Sorry, slipped."

"True. Watch the water on the tiles." I cracked a smile and clapped him on the shoulder. Which turned into me rubbing his shoulder. Then my hand fell down his back and squeezed his tight ass. He watched me curiously, tauntingly with those gorgeous eyes.

My heart fluttered in my chest as I fought down the urge to take him then and there. Self control seemed too daunting a task but somehow I managed.

He slipped twice more before we were done drying ourselves.

There was so much precum dripping from me I asked him to lick it off before I got dressed.

Which only made the problem worse.

Then he laughed at me while I struggled to fit my boner in my pants.

It was all stupid fun that gave me a deeper appreciation for him. Sure, I could've let him get me off but that seemed less enticing than this prolonged teasing, especially before a date. These moments just didn't happen with hookups, even repeat ones. But they were special, things I already cherished.

As we finally set out for lunch, I was in a soft mood. The cafe I had in mind was only a few blocks walk away and the prospect of spending time with him out of my house was making me giddy.

It was a hot summer day, the sun bright in a cloudless sky above.

"Sorry if this is too forward." I reached for his hand to hold. He took one look at it and lifted my arm across his shoulders, then nuzzled himself against my side. It took my breath away. He was cute, barely tall enough to clear my armpit.

I stopped walking to look down at him for a long moment. "Damn." I exhaled slowly, chest aflutter. "I adore you." I bent over to peck him on the lips.

He answered in kind by side-hugging me harder. "You make me feel safe," he said.

"Mmm." I hadn't really considered what this might be like for him, to travel to another town to stay with someone who was almost a stranger. He followed his feelings same as me, but I had the easier time of it. "Glad I'm not just a pain in your ass." I stroked his arm with my thumb. "You being here is taking a lot of risks and-"

"Don't need to hear it." He poked my belly. "Not stupid enough to realize what could go wrong, but so far it's been better than I figured, so keep it true to that, unless you're takin' me somewhere to dump my body."

"God, what a waste that would be." I scoffed. "If I wanted to do bad things to you, I'd tie you up so-" The way he smiled at me sent electricity up my spine. "I could..." I trailed off and the desire only became more apparent on his face.

"Go on," he said.

I cleared my throat. "Anyways."

He laughed. "Would you record it?"

"Ah fuck, guess so, if I'm doing bad things." I rubbed at my face. This wasn't a line of conversation I'd imagined for our first date. "But I think I'd be less satisfied than I am now."

"Really?"

"How long were you licking me before I woke up?"

"Maybe twenty minutes?" He tilted his head.

I growled. "I'm not getting that wake up when you're chained in the back room."

"But you could do anythin' you wanted to me."

I chuckled. "You act like that's not already the case."

"Ah, true."

"And besides, I think it's hotter when you're involved and want it too. But, with that said, if you wanted me to tie you up." I tickled his chin. "I'll truss up my kitten any which way you want."

"Feels a bit unnecessary. You already tie me in a better way whenever you need to." His blue eyes twinkled. "But I'll keep it in mind."

We didn't speak more until we made it to the cafe. It was a pretty low key place to eat, but relaxed was what I wanted. Didn't need to stress this, didn't need something fancy.

We found a quiet seat away from keen ears and ordered coffee and hoagies, which we picked at as we spoke more about ourselves.

He had questions for me, ones which I was keen on answering.

"So I've been dyin' to ask since you texted me. What's YOUR deal?" He folded his hands in front of him and stared at me.

"My deal? Fuck, I dunno. I tripped on my heart and am now getting taken for a ride." I made a face. "I feel like I owe you more of an answer but that's kinda it."

He nodded. "Why's a guy like you single?"

"Damn. Loaded question." I raised my hands defensively. "I haven't really wanted a partner. I've only had two, many many years ago. And heartbreak's a thing, and I got over it but it sort of left me... unenthusiastic about relationships. So I just never had another."

"I see." He made an odd face. "But ya feel different with me, right?"

"Oh. Shit, yeah of course." I winced. I was mincing words and I felt so stupid for it. "This last week has filled me with nothing but enthusiasm for a relationship. Like, with you, if that isn't clear." I felt so awkward I'd made it so obvious and specific to him, but it was what I believed and clearly what he wanted to hear too.

Something more relaxed settled onto his face. "Nice." He took a sip from his drink. "Do you get lonely?" With how quickly he was firing these off I was sure he'd prepared them in advance.

"Eh. If you asked me that last week I'd have told you no. But after getting slapped around the skull by these feelings, probably yeah. Probably have been for a while now." I rubbed at the back of my neck, feeling like I should explain more. "Guess I can say why I'm like this if you want?"

"Sure." His blue eyes twinkled as he stared at me.

With a slight smile on my lips, I started. It was just nice to clear the air with him, to learn more about each other. As much as I disliked the experiences I was about to share with him, it made me happy to know he wanted to hear them.

"In my 20s I got really into the gay community where I lived, was a bit repressed in my teens so it was nice to have a place I could be myself. Which meant drifting between couches of dudes twice my age. Showing up wasted on doorsteps after midnight, the usual." I smirked. "One of those guys took a liking to me, we started seeing each other, getting a bit more serious. But I felt like a trophy he got to shag most nights and he used to get shitty with me if we tried to talk about it. Dumped him, had all my worst secrets and a bunch of lies shared with the community. Felt awful and lost a lot of friends, definitely took the wind out of my sails. But there was this one guy, only a few years older than me who I used to bitch to about my ex and he stuck up for me. I started hanging out with him more, started screwing him more. That sort of thing."

I sighed. This bit sucked.

"We fell for each other, and it was actually great. Like so great. Like love of my life great and I was so sure he felt the same way. We went a year before he confessed he wanted his own kids and the longer he stayed with me the harder it was for him to be happy. So we split on good terms. It sucked, I don't hate him for it and never did. It's just... not something I want to go through again. Or getting shamed in front of an entire community. So I... don't have a great phrase for this but I guess I closed myself off?"

He frowned. "Sucks, yeah."

"Really sucks." I shrugged. "Life, I dunno. I moved away not long after, needed somewhere fresh. Small towns like here suit me just fine. And there's all these hookup apps and what not these days that I don't really need to get involved in a community to find young dudes to nut in."

"If you're lucky they can show up at your door too." He smirked.

"Too true." I licked my lips, a little nervous about the words on my tongue. "Do you know what you want out of a serious relationship?"

"Oh, uh. Really weird question for me. I dunno dude. Never had one before, but I'm not a complete idiot and like, kind of sick of livin' like a college student. So, yeah. Somethin' regular, with a guy that really cares for me, one I can really care for back. For me, a lotta that stuff is sexual, but not all of it. And I'm tired man, so tired of bein' disrespected just cuz I'm y'know. Slutty, I guess." He exhaled. "College feels like shittier highschool to me, gotta be real. Buncha assholes out to use others. I think I'm ready to be mature about things, just... stuck here. And you really make me feel different. Think it's a respect thing, cuz you'll indulge my sluttier side then show me the kindness every other part of me craves." He grimaced. "Been at college for too many years now, too many people know me for my reputation."

I reached across the table to put a big hand on his paws. "You deserve all the same kindness and respect everyone does."

He flashed a smile at me. "Obvious, but yeah. Thanks man, it's... just so nice to hear and fuck, even nicer to actually feel it." He closed his eyes as he took a steadying breath, for a moment I wondered if he was about to shed tears, he looked almost sore about all he'd just said. "Anyways," he said. "Movin' on, ask me somethin' else."

I squeezed his hands, from all he'd just said there was something I figured I should make certain of. "How old are you?"

"23."

"Wow, you look younger. I thought you were 20, 21 at most." I grinned, to think we'd come so far without knowing each other's ages. "I'm 38 by the way. What are you studying then?"

He snorted. "Communication and Media or some bullshit, I dunno anymore. Changed majors, feelin' kinda lost." He shook his head.

"Ah, almost done?"

"Not really? Deferred a year for mental health too."

"Oh. Right."

"Yeah, depression's a bitch and I had this weird hypersexual thing that... eh, you pro'bly don't want to hear this."

"Nah, I do. Hypersexual? That's a mental health thing?"

"Yeah, when you're a compulsive masturbator who feels sick after touchin' yourself, it's pretty bad. It affects my time with guys too."

"Shit." I frowned. "You okay now? Like what we do isn't hurting you or anything?" Worry struck me harder than I expected. I did not want to hurt him, not one bit and especially not in that way.

"Nah, it's good." He shook a hang loose sign by his head. "Therapy."

I chuckled, relieved. To see him so easy going about something that difficult wasn't what I expected but it was so good to see. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh."

"Wouldn't have made the joke if I wanted a serious reaction." He grinned. "Gotta be real with you, never felt more on top of my sexuality than bein' with you. Always had this huge satisfaction issue, could never be sated. Just had to have more and more, but you hit the spot."

That drew a smile out of me. "In that case, hell yeah."

"It's a bit more than that too. Therapy really helped me actually believe what you said earlier, about kindness and respect, and all the different ways that can be expressed. So plowing my ass then cuddling me until your cock lets me go? Good. Really god damn good."

He had such good humor about things I couldn't help but grow more comfortable with him. He was fun and more thoughtful than I ever anticipated. He made my heart dance in my chest. I stretched my legs out under the table and leant back in my chair, fingers threaded behind my head. "Devon."

"Mm?" He cocked his head.

"I like you a great deal."

A grin widened on his face. He dipped his head, nodding. "Every response I have to that makes me sound like a dumbass, but yeah. Thanks. I like you too."

"Maybe I love you in part because you're a dumbass?" I tilted my head. "Because it's nice to not be the only one."

"Love's a tier up from like my dude."

"Fuck." I snorted, gritting my teeth. There was something fundamentally wrong with the link between my brain and my tongue, but only around him. "I'm not taking it back though."

"What a world, you'll say you love me but only call me your kitten."

"Hah." I squinted at him. "I already called you my boyfriend."

"By accident."

"Well." I threw up my hands. My fingers prickled with excitement. I think I was sold on him after we messed around for fun in the shower. "If I'm honest, I'm out of reasons. It still feels premature, but fuck that. I'm into you. I'm interested. So are you. It's just a label for these emotions anyways, so yeah. I respect it. You're my boyfriend." I grinned at him, the weight of those words didn't quite register straight away.

"Still your kitten too?" His eyes were pleading.

"Depends if you're going to keep calling me daddy?"

"Never stopped."

And only then did it really hit me.

My heart pounded so hard it could've burst. Happiness clawed me playfully, I was shaky and smiling and too many thoughts rushed though my head. I wanted to lunge across the table between us and kiss him. Instead, my tail wagged so hard it smacked my chair with a rhythmic tapping that made him chuckle.

I couldn't give a shit we might be rushing. Theses feelings were wretched when contained, but expressing them made me euphoric. Made me feel alive in the best ways. And seeing a grin he couldn't beat down on his face only amplified those feelings.

We sat there for a moment, mutually dumbfounded as we picked at the rest of our food. This relationship had come together so fast, yet nothing felt amiss with it. There'd be work to do, obstacles and boundaries to feel out. But that was fine. I wanted to do that, especially if it could help whatever mental issues he faced.

"Another question for you," he said. "How much of a bottom are you? Cuz you have huge top vibes and then this mornin' kinda surprised me."

I laughed. "For the kind of sex we have you'd think I'm a top. The truth's probably closer to 50/50, just depends who I'm with and it's hard to find tops that satisfy me these days." I rubbed his knee under the table. "You're part of the elite, kid. You wanna plow me? You do it."

"Man. I'm like 80/20, mostly a top but you're like all of that 20. I'm like, 10/90 with you I swear."

"Works for me. So long as you're happy." I licked my lips. "It's weird because I don't usually like banging the same guy. Gets boring, loses its appeal. For you it's the opposite. I want to rut you like a wild animal every day."

He fanned his face. "Oh my."

"You're my kitten, and I know you want that too."

"You're damn right daddy."

I rubbed at my chest, heart stumbling over itself once more. "You do things to me that really make me sweat."

"With the workout you've gotten every time you've fucked me I should hope so."

"Yeah... so I'm not saying the date was a bad idea. But I am saying that if we were someplace quiet I'd be trying to mount you right now." I rubbed at the front of my shorts.

"Nice." He made no suggestion we should leave however, and I liked that. I think. I was pretty sure I liked that. It was hard to tell when he was such a good fuck, but I could wait another what? Twenty minutes at most? Until we were back home.

And I could get my hands on him.

Undress him.

Shove him up against something.

Plow his ass.

Knot him.

Cum hard inside him.

Fuck.

I stared at him across the table, he stared back, a look in his eyes told me he was thinking the same thing. I was almost drooling.

"Bruh." He giggled. "You should see your face."

"Hmm?"

He opened his mouth, tongue hanging out, eyes half closed as he panted for dramatic effect. "You. Like a rabid dog."

"Can I really be blamed?" My cheeks warmed. "That's what I mean, you do things to me."

"Nah it's really hot. Keep it up horndog."

"Horndog?"

"Not a fan?"

"Accurate, but unexpected." I smirked. "Pussy cat."

He narrowed his eyes.

I squinted back at him.

He chuckled first and wrenched his stare away. "You're legit more fun than guys my age. I don't get it."

"Kindred spirits." I shrugged.

"What's that mean?"

"Old saying, means my cock fits in your ass."

"Somehow I doubt this and yet..." He tapped at his chin. "I can't deny it either."

"You really haven't heard it before?"

"I can play dumb pretty good but this ain't it, I dunno man, just haven't come across it."

"Fair enough." I rubbed at my chin like I was in deep thought. "Do you know what sodomy is?"

Something misted up his features. He cocked his head and spoke in a sugary voice that was far from innocent. "No sorry, can you show me?"

I stood up and stretched, hand drifting to the front of my shorts, which I squeezed against my bulge to help it stand out. "Shall we head home then?"

"Is that part of sodomy?" He furrowed his brow.

I growled, it was fake but god damn it reminded me of how drunk he was that first night we met.

He hopped up, I paid our bill and we hurried out of the restaurant. I put my arm around his shoulder as we walked back to my place, my hand dipped into his pocket to rub sneakily at his cock.

He was breathing heavy, a smile on his face that kindled warmth in my chest.

I loved him. And fucking damn that felt good to admit.

When we made it back to mine, I kicked the door shut behind us. He grabbed my waistband.

I stared down at him. "Where am I screwing you this time?"

"Lounge room, knot me on the couch. Make out with me until we're untied."

"Bossy, I like it."

"Like I said, I'm a top." He couldn't keep a straight face.

I roared into laughter as I lifted him off of his feet and carried him into the lounge. I threw him down against my sofa and climbed on top of him. He adjusted underneath me, his arms curling around my back as I kissed his neck.

I growled as I started humping his chest through our clothes. I'd fucked so many guys younger and smaller than me that I was used to them feeling intimidated by my body laying over theirs. But Devon never seemed to mind, there was no hesitation from him.

I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he kicked off his pants. My fingers ran down the side of his body and slipped under his ass, squeezing his cheek as he moaned into me. He tugged at my pants, pulling them down enough that he could shove them off with his foot. I growled, our noses pressed together. He wanted me so bad and I hadn't forgotten his teasing from before.

I leant my head away from his, staring at his lips. I lifted a finger to one of his fangs, testing it. I pushed my finger against his tongue, growling as I felt his bristles. He curled the edges of his tongue around me.

"Since you wanted to suck me so bad earlier." I withdrew my finger. "I'm gunna knot your face." Without a doubt he couldn't take me, but it was arousing to suggest it. My knot was as big as his fist.

A filthy grin split his lips, I rolled off of him as he flipped himself around on the couch and took off the rest of his clothes. I tugged my shirt off and knelt over him, his head between my knees.

I swatted his face with my tail, he responded in kind by tugging my balls.

"If you need me to stop, either say it or pull my tail." I scratched at his belly. "Hope you don't get lockjaw."

He didn't say anything, just lifted his muzzle to my ass and started teasing my hole with his coarse tongue. I grunted, letting him continue a moment longer as I rubbed my chest and stared down at my cock stretching over his belly. I'd spent most of today erect, nine inches at full mast with a hefty knot at the base.

I growled and leant over him, grabbing his ass in my meaty hands as he crossed his legs over my back. My cock angled down towards him, he turned his attention to it and wrapped his lips around it, suckling my tip. Warmth crested in my belly.

I let him go his own pace while my thoughts were still cool.

They wouldn't stay that way for long.

I looked down at his ass in my hands.

They really wouldn't stay that way for long.

I pushed my nose against his balls and sniffed him, moaning. He worked his way down my cock some more, teasing me with his coarse tongue. I nuzzled his nuts, his dick rubbed against my neck and made it sticky with his pre.

For the strength of his scent, I was glad it was a hot summer day. Gladder still we'd been walking around. He smelled strongly of his musk. His thighs were faintly damp with his sweat. I growled as I dragged my nose through his fur.

My blood ran hotter and hotter.

I pushed my hips forward, pressing my cock an inch further into his mouth. He grunted, his paws grabbed my ass.

I licked at his balls. He shuddered as I started sucking on them. The tart taste of his sweat filled my palate. I growled, working my tongue into his fuzzy sack. I humped slowly at his face, pushing my cock a little deeper into his muzzle with each downwards thrust, moaning out loud.

I teased his nuts with my teeth, hardly more than a firm sensation. Devon yelped around my dick, shaking his head with a muffled chuckle.

It wasn't the reaction I expected but it fired up my thoughts like nothing else. His body was mine to mess with and everything he did only added to my arousal.

I put more pressure on his head, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth. He started breathing harder, his tongue lapping awkwardly at my shaft. I groaned as pleasure warmed my chest.

My thoughts were fiery.

I pulled his ass cheeks apart and shoved my face between them, forcing my tongue into his hole. His tongue stopped moving as he moaned. His mouth opened wider and I was about to take the opportunity to push myself further into him but he crept up on me. I shuddered, growling. He wanted exactly what I did. His nose rubbed against my knot.

I snarled as I went at his ass. I shoved my tongue further in, licking at him and forcing him wider.

This was my pleasure. His entire body was working to please me. He choked on my cock while I got him ready to take me.

I stared back at him as he gagged around my dick. It wasn't going any further, though I could feel him pushing at me, trying to go deeper still. His tongue stretched past his lips, rubbing against my knot.

I exhaled, pressing more of my weight on him so my cock pushed firmer into his throat. There just wasn't any room left. I moaned, the sight of him struggling to take even more of me seared itself into my memory.

I pulled my hips back, his eyes opened wide as he rasped a rushed breath. I jammed my cock back down into his mouth. He spluttered, shaking as he took it. I did it again, moaning as pleasure rushed through my body. He didn't splutter this time, he held fast and as I bottomed out he purred.

I winced, breathing tightened as the sensation of it shook me.

I don't know when my moans turned into whines. I scrunched my face up, head dropped against his cock as I shuddered. I raised my hips again and pulled myself out of his muzzle, panting as the pleasure made me dizzy.

I needed to catch my breath.

He lifted his head and sucked me harder. I yelped, rising to my knees. He caught me off-guard.

"Fuck." I breathed hard, cock twitching as I edged through it. I stood, staring back down on him.

He watched me back, his face a mess of his spit and my precum. I groaned at the sight of him, seriously struggling not to pop.

I dropped to the couch, sitting by his head. He crawled up to me, head arcing for my cock. I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and lifted him out of reach.

The widest smile was on his face as he made eye contact. He must've loved this, pushing me to my limits instead of the other way around. One of his paws found its way into my lap. He squeezed my knot as he started jerking me.

The pleasure in my chest caught fire.

I growled.

I threw him back on the couch and climbed on top of him. I had all the strength in the world over him, but I wasn't convinced he'd forgotten that. Rather he was really trying to work it out of me.

And breathing heavy, his body curling under mine. I was going to show it to him.

I slammed my cock into his ass. I'd spent so long inside him in the last day there was little resistance. He groaned, holding onto my back. I thrust in and out slowly, but there was nothing gentle about it. They were measured strokes that forced my weight down on him. His back arched as he took them, his breath came ragged.

I grabbed him by the shoulders, gritting my teeth as I held back an intense orgasm.

I kissed him again. I snarled in his face, tasting my own juices in his mouth. What was left of me combusted.

He tasted like me.

He was mine.

I started plowing him so hard the entire couch jerked with every thrust. His body contorted under me, he broke our kiss as he moaned and started gasping out loud. His claws scrambled for purchase on my back, but his fingers were limp. His hands slipped from me, and all he could do was lay under my weight as I hammered his ass.

My head hurt with desire. Instinct moved my hands to his arms, pinning him down even more as I started slamming my hips against his, a howl in my throat. My knot smacked against his hole, pressing in a little more each time until I jammed it right into him.

He stiffened.

Pleasure cascaded from my belly and tightened my chest.

I howled, wild as I jerked my hips rapidly against him. Pulling his ass with me. He started shaking, his moaning grew more desperate. His eyes were shut, brow creased, his mouth hung open, tongue hanging loose.

It only made me thrust harder against him, to see him so lost to the pleasure I gave him.

He was mine in that moment. Numb to everything except the overwhelming bliss I humped into his body.

My heart burned with love and lust for him. I kissed him again, he moaned but couldn't keep up. His cock twitched, his cum splattered across my chest.

I tried to rut him even harder. My hips hurt, my balls were sore from the frenzied slaps they made against his ass.

My growls gave way to panting, to whimpers. My pace faltered, I tried to push through it, snarling as I redoubled my efforts to screw him. But I couldn't.

It was too much.

I thrusted still.

I groaned, entire body seizing up as my muscles contracted. With a breathy growl I braced against him. My hips jerked as I came deep within him. I kept thrusting as intense pleasure made me blank.

I felt complete as my orgasm sent joy buzzing through every fiber of my being. Shuddering as two spurts of cum filled his guts, I came to a stop. Lightheaded and content. I grabbed him by the shoulders and sat up with him in my lap.

The both of us breathing so hard we couldn't speak.

I stared at his face, muddled words on my tongue. I felt too good to speak them, my heart thundered in my chest.

As the rush of my orgasm faded, I lunged for his lips and kissed him hard. We panted into each other. I hugged him to my chest, whining as residual pleasure lapped against me.

I loved him so much it set my heart racing just to hold him.

It took minutes for us to steady, but when we did, those same words were back on my tongue.

"Fucking a boyfriend's better than a kitten." I growled in his ear. His eyes flashed open, he heaved another breath and stared at me, sweaty-faced and smiling.

"You're damn right," he managed.

I licked his face and kissed him, hard and dirty, my hand snaking up his back to hold him in place.

All throughout, my knot throbbed inside him, sending waves of pleasure through me. I humped him as we made out, he groaned back into me. I breathed deep the smell of him and found comfort.

"I want us to do everything to each other." I spoke the words against his neck as I teased him with my fangs.

"Same."

"Is it wrong for me to want to fuck you every waking hour of the day?" I asked.

"Nah, but I can help you for your sleepin' hours too."

"Fuck." I laughed, rubbing my knot inside him. We both needed another moment after that to catch our breaths.

"It's dumb but, even not havin' sex with you's fun," he said.

I snorted. "How's that dumb? Sounds remarkably normal to me."

He furrowed his brow. "I dunno dude I'm fuckin' helpless with this I'm used to the sex and that's it." He thumped his chest. "Heart's all fucked."

I kissed his neck. He had a raw inelegance with words I adored. "You're amazing."

"I dunno if you're makin' fun of me or if you're bein' a sweetheart again but I think I like both sides of that the same." He nuzzled my head as I kept planting kisses on him.

"Good." I stared him in the eyes. "So how long are you staying for this time?" I asked.

"'Til sunday night. And I'll be back next thursday and I guess that's how it'll usually be."

"Nice." I kissed his muzzle.

I was so thankful I didn't even know where to begin. He was the one putting forward the idea that this could be regular, that we'd have time together every week.

In some ways it felt ridiculous to have this conversation while we were tied, in other ways nothing else felt as right. I was so overwhelmed with love for him that words slipped off my tongue faster than I could think them.

"You come down here whenever you want. I'm paying your bus fares. Even for surprise visits, I'll get you back after." I kissed him again on the lips.

He braced backwards, taken off guard. "Man, you sure?" he asked, a little surprised.

"You're the one taking hours out of your day to get here and changing your entire schedule, I'm the one with a full time job let me at least cover the cost." I rubbed his back. "And I'm feeding you too."

"Alright, if it's cool then yeah, I'm not gunna fight it because that's a lotta money." He nuzzled my neck. "Lookin' forward to it."

"Lemme know if you ever want me to head up your way. Maybe for exams or something, I can be there for you." I kissed his forehead. "We're making this work."

"This sounds really good actually?" He purred. I shuddered, holding onto him as warm pleasure rumbled through my body. I was always so sure he'd worn through my libido, but these moments made me want more and more. "I was worried it'd be too much, or too hard, or things just wouldn't work. But I can handle free bus rides, like, you insist on feeding me too and I'll be here almost four days a week? My cost of living's goin' down, that's... something."

His voice cracked. Something weighty filled his stare, he looked a little stunned but overjoyed. Vulnerable. He bared his heart to me and with a note of surprise, I realized I'd done the same.

"Yeah but you have to put up with me." I licked the side of his face. "And I'm gross."

"Keep bein' gross, big fan of that." His tail brushed against my nuts.

"And you don't owe me your time. You wanna hit up some party on the weekend instead, go for it. I might even come up to nurse you the next day." I smiled.

"Bruh, I dunno what I'm even meant to say to that." He spoke softer, his voice a tad husky. "I'm so over that life but I feel like you're happy for me ta live it up at your expense."

I nodded eagerly. "You're giving me so much of your time, I don't want you to have to give anything else up for me."

"Man I- alright. I guess I'm just hesitant cuz I get a bit tipsy and I go lookin' for sex, so if you're not there..."

"So if I'm not there you'll fuck someone?"

"Yeah." He sounded a bit ashamed.

"Hot." I jerked my hips.

He jolted, laughing. "Bro. Stop. Seriously?" As he relaxed, the weight in his stare only grew heavier.

"I really don't see how you screwing someone from time to time changes anything." I stroked two fingers down his back. "You told me I satisfy you, and so long as that's true you go sleep around. Go be that top you keep telling yourself you are."

He nodded slowly, like he couldn't believe what I was saying. "Right. Uhh, you gunna do the same?"

I tossed my head from side to side, uncertain. "If you're okay with it and I feel I have to then maybe? But honestly no. Most guys out there don't excite me and I can wait a few days to have you again."

"Mmm." He frowned. "Feel kinda shit about that, I guess. I dunno I-"

Seeing him so unsure about that pulled at my heartstrings. "My concern's that your mental health and your sexuality are kinda linked yeah?"

His eyes widened and he nodded very delicately.

"So if you feel you have to do things to sort your head out, don't let it stress you out that it might affect me because it won't." I hugged him to my chest. "And if you don't feel you have to, then probably best not in case it makes an issue. Right?" I kissed the side of his head.

"Uhuh." His voice cracked, I felt him go gentle and weak in my arms.

"You didn't dwell on it, but obviously this is really important for you to manage. I don't want our relationship to upset your mental health." I squeezed him. "This doesn't have to be something that makes you feel shit, you're not taking advantage of me. Only thing I really care about other than your health is that you're not being bad to those other guys but I trust you."

He drew in a long breath and pushed back from the hug. He stared at me, tears in those gorgeous blue eyes. "Not a single person's ever even tried to understand that about me." He hissed, his whiskers trembling as he bared his fangs. "And there you go, like it's somethin' totally normal." He put a paw to my chest, he was shaking. "It's always about how I'm a pervert, some fucked up freak, just following my cock or something. Poor self control, all this bullshit I hear from people who miss the point and you just get it." He winced, burying his face in my chest as he sobbed.

I rubbed his back and held him, heart racing at an awkward pace. "Always here for my kitten," I cooed.

"Bruce." He sighed, hearing my actual name from him was a bit of a surprise. "You're the kindest fucker I've ever met."

Pins and needles fizzed in my fingers. I had so much energy for the words I was about to speak I struggled to keep my voice soft. "I love you Devon."

He shuddered in my hold, his tears wet my chest. "Fuck. I love you too dude. It's fucked I've never felt this way." He wrapped his arms around my torso and squeezed me hard. "Feel so fucking real, just alive and seen and loved. Fuck man." He sniffled. "You didn't have ta do any of this. Coulda just shooed off some drunk asshole who woke you up."

I lifted a hand to the back of his head and cradled him affectionately. There wasn't anything I had to say that my actions couldn't prove more.

I kissed his head and let him cry on me.

When my knot came undone, I slipped out of him but didn't move beyond that. He hadn't cried for long, but he lay against my chest, purring loudly. He looked at peace in a way he hadn't before.

And I felt similarly.

I'd carried the pain of separation with me for too long, I hadn't had good relationships in the past but that wasn't a life sentence. I had so much love to give. So much love I didn't realize I needed to receive as well. I felt whole. I'd been denying myself for so long it felt normal to me.

Never again.

I kissed him once more on the forehead.

He perked his head up and reached forward to kiss my lips briefly.

He stared at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.

I lunged forward to kiss him again.

He moaned, his tail stroked my inner thigh.

I growled.

He put his hand on my chest.

I put a hand on his ass.

He was breathing heavy.

My cock was throbbing as it hardened.

We'd hardly finished and we were at it again.

And neither of us wanted for anything else.

Epilogue

I kicked my front door closed as I put the last box down, sweat lathered my body.

I stretched my back, yawning as I did so. Dusk had fallen, it was a bigger day than I expected.

"Not tired already I hope?" Devon sat atop a box, kicking his feet in the air.

I stepped towards him, hand on his knee as I kissed him on the lips. "Still reckon I got the better deal here." I growled as I sniffed at his face, staring into his eyes.

An array of boxes filled the entrance to my house.

Everything he owned.

It was a lot of work but nothing else made me happier.

Eight months in, we were going strong enough he'd made the decision to move in. He'd just transferred to the college here for the coming semester. It was something I'd worried about as a possible mistake, but he'd convinced me otherwise.

In the time I'd known him, he'd grown a lot, but most importantly he'd grown out of his reputation at his old college. He'd mellowed out, didn't want to be the dorm slut anymore. Didn't go to as many parties, only ever got shitfaced with me on the rare occasion we'd drink.

And he seemed happier to have less distractions, more time with me. A better living environment with cleaner temptations.

He'd gotten a job at a local bakery, found new friends that were better for him. They were better for me too, I didn't expect it but I became a small part of their friend group. They'd come over to hang out and were so welcoming of me, inviting me to everything as well. Genuine friendships were something I'd been lacking for so long, and now I had them too.

He'd never felt better about life, neither had I.

He was already spending four days a week with me, but him living here full time would be so much better.

And though all of this sounded quaint not a thing had changed between us.

Like me, he was covered in sweat from moving boxes.

He reached a hand up to my shoulder. I ran my tongue down his forearm, growling as I tasted his sweat. Eight months of this and it still got me going every time, I was addicted to him.

He had a bit more muscle on him now, he'd been using my gym equipment while he was here. That was something I'd grown very fond of. My workout room was the second most frequent place we fucked, only losing to my bed. I screwed him almost every night before we slept, only missing out on those rare occasions one of us wasn't in the mood. And on those nights we'd hold each other instead, speaking soft and loving words until sleep came for us.

In some ways, those nights were better than the sex.

I pushed my snout up the sleeve of his shirt and against his armpit, growling louder as I caught the raw scent of him. His fur was wet with perspiration. There was something so sharp and ripe about his musk that sent electricity through me. I'd associated his smell with raw and wild sex but his scent never dulled to me. If anything, it only made me hornier than the first time, with such a wealth of sordid experiences to draw from.

He was my outlet for every emotion I felt.

I was his outlet too. Those times he had to screw something, he'd pull my pants down and start humping me like there was no tomorrow. I loved him more for it.

Even after all this time, the sex never got old. There were still new things we were learning to do to each other.

Tonight I had something special in mind, a proper welcome for him finally moving in.

I pulled his shirt off and lifted him off of the box, my nose still pressed into his armpit and breathing deep his musk. His muzzle nudged under my arm. I whined. This was recent, but he'd started to get off on my scent too.

He was intoxicating. I clamped my arm down on his head, holding him against my pit. He licked me. I shuddered, rubbing my nose in his armpit and growled.

I was breathing so hard I had to put him back down, my senses overwhelmed by him.

He stared up at me with those blue eyes.

I was lost in him.

He tore my pants down and grabbed my cock as it bounced free.

I throbbed in his paw, completely erect. My knot out and engorged.

He bent over, licking at my head. The touch of his bristles pulled a growl from my throat.

Pleasure warmed my chest as he went down on me. I leant over him, my hands trailing down his back. The waistband of his shorts was damp with sweat. I pushed past it, growling and greedy to get my hands on him.

His nose rubbed my crotch. I moaned, shoving a finger in his asshole. He exhaled around my shaft. I crammed a second finger into him. He eased up on my cock, gasping as I rubbed inside him. I bucked my hips, my cock ran against his tongue. He put his face back in my crotch.

I kept jerking my fingers in him as he blew me, my moans and growls filled the air.

But it was getting to be too much. All I could smell was him. I needed more. As I withdrew my fingers, I stepped back. He watched me as I threw my shirt off and kicked out of my shorts. He stared at me, naked and erect, my cock wet with my pre and his spit.

He threw his shorts at my face.

I caught them between my teeth and spat them to the ground.

I kissed him. His face smelled like me. His mouth tasted like me.

It made my knees weak.

I forced him to the floor.

He sat there, watching me, a smile on his face as he waited.

He didn't need to tease me any further, the room stank of him.

I dropped to my knees and shoved him back against the floorboards, my face already between his thighs, breathing in the warmer scent between his legs.

I lapped at his ass, my snout buried in his balls, snarling as I went at him.

It was already too much for me. My head ached with want.

I had to have him.

I grabbed his ankles and crept towards him, lifting his ass up to my lap.

I pushed my cock into him, groaning.

In all our time together, I'd stretched him out enough that it wasn't so difficult for me to pull my knot out of him when we fucked. It happened almost regularly with how hard I usually pounded him. I loved it for how intense it felt, how wild our frequent sex was.

And that was the only thing on my mind as I plowed him.

I loved watching him splayed out on the ground in front of me, his face contorting in pleasure, his body shaking. With a growl, I plunged my knot into him. Surprise filled him as he arched his back, moaning. Usually I fucked him longer before I'd tie him.

But today was our treat. He'd moved in now. He really was mine.

I kept thrusting into him, growling as my knot rubbed inside him, I could feel it tugging back on his hole, a little looser each time.

I ripped it out of him.

His jaws opened wide as he gasped. I never broke pace. My balls slapped against his ass as I pounded him harder and harder until I shoved my knot back into him.

He whimpered and moaned.

I rode him as hard as I could manage, my claws dug into his shins as I tightened my hold on his legs. I growled as I pushed my knot into him again. It felt so fucking good.

His eyes fluttered, his chest tightened. He stared at me through a veil of lust, his mouth open and pleading as he moaned.

I pulled my knot out.

It sparked pleasure through my entire body.

I was growing used to the intense pleasure of it, ready to go faster.

I stabbed my knot back into him, fucking him with it. I pulled out, snarling as bliss coursed through me. He moaned long and loud.

The staggered rhythm of our pace was filled with so many sounds of our lust.

I thrust into him. My balls slapped loud against his ass. He moaned.

I growled and grunted as I stuffed my knot back into him. Pleasure crackled through my chest.

He braced, making breathy whimpers. I yanked back, snarling as the sensation of pulling my knot out of him made me weak. He yowled, more a groan forced too far.

I checked his face, made sure he wasn't in pain. He stared back at me, smiling with his mouth open as he panted. His blue eyes tickled my heart.

I thrust back into him. My balls slapped loud against his ass once more. He moaned, again.

The entire sequence was ecstasy and as we started going faster I was losing myself in it. I couldn't breathe enough air to keep my heart steady, I held onto his ankles and slammed back into him. My face contorted, my legs shaky as I struggled to keep up. My growling and snarling turned to a steady stream of noise only marked by sharp intakes of breath every time I pulled my knot out of him.

He started a long groan that melded his yowls and whimpers.

One of my hands dropped to his cock and started jerking him. He yelped, his whimpers grew louder and his body convulsed as he twisted under me. The muscles in his chest contracted around my knot as he came. A spurt of cum shot high in the air and landed across his upper body.

I faltered, couldn't keep up with the storm of pleasure within me.

I groaned as I nutted in him. I fell onto him, panting as I kissed him. He trembled in my hold.

"Intense," he managed between heavy breaths.

I growled an agreement, bracing as I slowly pulled my knot out of him one last time.

He shuddered, moaning.

I picked him up and carried him to the lounge just so we could lay down and cuddle. I stared into his eyes and kissed his muzzle. He snuggled up even tighter to me.

We were used to taking time appreciating each other after sex, I knotted him so frequently it became second nature for us to show our love as we recovered and waited for me to soften.

They were warm, vulnerable moments where our emotions guided us.

I kissed his forehead as he nuzzled my neck.

Eventually, words came to us.

"Good welcome to my new home." He purred.

I rubbed his back, smiling. "I'm so happy." I teased his ear with my teeth. "I can't believe you'll always be here now. It'll be so good."

"Already started good." He kissed my shoulder. "But I know you. There's more isn't there?"

I laughed. "Always more for my kitten."

He nodded, lifting his head from my chest to look me in the face. "You're so fuckin' good to me."

He didn't ask to know, just lay there happily against me.

Once the afterglow had faded, we got up to shower, another thing that we'd grown accustomed to sharing. Once we toweled off, I started making dinner.

Rare steaks with garlic butter, only I'd splurged on finer ingredients. Filet Mignon instead of rump and fresh butter and garlic.

And truly I thought I'd outdone myself. Even I was salivating as we sat down to eat.

He took one bite and stared at me, eyes wide. He started rambling in appreciation as he ate, something he did when he was out of words to really say but had more to tell.

For dessert, I'd made us a coconut cream pie the day before, tonight's meal a throwback to the first text messages we sent each other.

He took one look at it and started laughing.

"Iconic." He snickered.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "I was going to come up with a horny joke to say when I brought it out but nothing really worked, the cream pie's just the horniest food. I can't compete."

He glanced up at me. "You let a pie outwit you?"

"Happens to the best of us." I dropped into my chair and cut us slices.

"Surely not. Surely you coulda gone with, like, I dunno. Not the only one you'll get tonight, or something."

I handed him his plate, looking unimpressed. "Too obvious, the cream pie already says it all. It's not even an aphrodisiac, it's just... horny. Look at it." I nodded to the blonde crust, topped with layers of cream and toasted coconut.

He tilted his head. "You make a good point."

I chuckled. "I can't believe you wanted to put up with me seven days a week."

He met my eyes, a subdued smile on his face. After a deep breath, he spoke. "I love you so much it makes me stupid."

"You changed my life." I shrugged like it was nothing. "Never felt better than I do now, especially since you're here. Don't have to say goodbye every few days."

"Same dude. No more shitty mondays." He nodded. "I don't remember a whole lot of that first night, but if you'd told me while I was kneeling right there." He pointed to the spot he'd blown me. "I was about to suck off my future boyfriend I probably would've laughed until I puked."

"Yeah, that seems right to me." I snickered. "You were fucked."

"In so many ways."

"True."

Once we finished our slices of pie, I got up to clear the plates. As I put them in the sink he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face against my back. "Really dunno what else to say but I really really love you. I'm so thankful. You've had my back through everythin', always made sure I was happy. I'm so shit at words, way worse than you but I need you to know how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you and everythin' you do for me."

It warmed my heart to hear him say it. I put a hand on his wrist, smiling. "You make it sound so one-sided, but you're the best boyfriend I could've asked for." I turned to embrace him properly. "These last few months it really feels like you pulled yourself together and that makes me happy. You make me happy."

"Couldn't have done it without you." He took a deep breath and sighed, rubbing his face in my shirt.

"Really didn't do that much for you y'know." I kissed his ear. "Mostly just support and kindness, a bit of good faith."

"You say that but nobody else ever gave me any of that." He looked up to me, tears in his eyes. "I keep gettin' in these moods man, all I wanna do is gush to you. It's unreal that I live here now."

I tightened my hold on him, hearing him like this was enough to make me emotional too. It was so out of the norm for him but that was good. These were feelings he never could've expressed months ago. Feelings I never could've expressed either.

I let him ramble to his heart's content.

We ended up back in the lounge, cuddling up to each other as we talked nonsense and affection. We were both tired from a long day of moving his stuff and there was still unpacking to do tomorrow.

But today had been a good day. One of the best of my life, and he was the entire reason for it.

I picked him up, both of us ready to sleep.

I carried him to our room as I often did and lay him down on our bed.

I climbed on top of him, my cock as hard as steel and ready to begin our nightly ritual. He looked up at me with those blue eyes, eagerness on his lips as he guided my dick towards his hole.

It's not that we were insatiable, far from it.

It's just that this is what our satisfaction looked like. And it was perfect.