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The Simple Things

Chapter 23

By Roofles

It was days after I spent the weekend at Richard's. Work had piled up on our desk after skipping out on Friday and we, more like I, spent the whole day just trying to catch up. It wasn't so bad and more work only meant the day went by that much faster. Dealing with Mr. Gold, our direct boss, was worse than the actual paperwork. I was relieved to get back into our small tiny, cramp and hot office tucked away between the supply room where they kept the printer and some sort of utility closet. I was so engrossed in my work I hadn't even noticed Richard had come back in.

He didn't greet me and I could see why. The lunch we had taken, late mind you, was in our office still. Still just resting on Richard's side of the desk. We had gotten rice bowls with Tso and Orange chicken. Richard was having a slight problem with finishing the meal (having just gotten back from washing his face off) and had come back, yet again, with another utensil in order to help him eat.

"If it's such an issue," I finally committed after watching Richard try for the third time, and failed, to place the piece of chicken on the spork. "You don't have to use them." I motioned at the utensil in his hand. I had only really seen him use sporks or spoons before, as they could just substitute for shovels. Dumping the food directly into his muzzle. I suppose a feral animals tongue was practically the same thing as a spoon was anyways.

"Oh." And some revelation washed over Richard's face. Of relief and enlightment. He still ended up looking at me without doing anything. Waiting for me to look away.

"Richard." I said, trying to contain my smile. "You have me. Or we're together now. It'd be rather petty of me to break it off for something like this." The chocolate Labrador in front of me just beamed happily at that.

And with that Richard finished his meal in only a couple of bites, using his fingers to toss the chicken bits of Orange and Tso's (we had shared our meals) into his muzzle. Richard caught himself near the end and stopped chewing with his mouth open and looked away, ears folding back. Ashamed for it. It was still hard for him to fully close his muzzle as he chewed; I was just glad his jowls covered his mouth more than some other "breeds" did.

It took me a moment, I'm not proud to say before I looked away. As a kid you're always taught never to eat with your hands, keep your mouth closed and all these other proper table manners that you must abide too under penalty of death. Richard was doing his best, I give him credit for that. Still, when you have a muzzle it makes it rather hard to eat in conventional mannerism and it was a very... odd sight to watch. Since I also had a pet peeve about people doing just that, eating with their mouth open. Or speaking with a full mouth.

Richard licked his fingers clean, looking away. I had done the same, looking away, but not soon enough. I was sure he had caught me staring. Sometimes it was hard to forget Richard was still... well, a dog.

Not like he pee'd with his leg up. Ok, so he did it once or twice (don't ask how I know that). An we are working on it, really. But still. Looks was the most obvious reason things were so hard to work out between interspecies relationships. There were also different mannerisms, cultural influences and society standards you had to deal with.

And that was just the tip of the iceburg.

Clothing was made differently for each different species. I couldn't borrow Richard's, that was for sure. Most of them had rather large holes in the back for his tail or were low riders, with this special loop that'd go up and over his tail to keep the pants from falling down. If I wore them? My ass would be hanging out. I got a fine ass but not that fine. Richard didn't really own any shoes or socks as well. Or jackets. Or much anything that involved "wearing" them.

Richard always claimed it messed with his fur, and not that I blame him for that. With the heat? I was just surprised he kept his pants on... most the time. It was only the company's requirements that he or anyone in the office actually wore a suit. And then that was very lenient so long as corporate didn't pay us a visit. Shirts were taken off but jackets were worn. Belts were undone, flies were open and I was sure the secretary for Mr. Gold never wore any pants at his desk. The worse part was? Not only was I envious of the buck but I actually kind of wanted to see if that was true or not... Richard wanted to take a picture, hah.

We had some very strange conversations on our lunch breaks.

On top of all of that though, getting back to the point at hand, I had to watch what I said around him. Around Richard of all people. What words I used and how I used them. As it was, different areas of the world had different slangs for different things. Back home? I could spout on and on about whatever I thought, being as blunt and insensitive (as they would see it here) on the subject. Call them animals or dogs or even sub-humans. That was just how it was. And here? It was almost like another world. Walking in a mine field every second.

And lately, I had been bumping face first into those mines.

I opened my mouth, trying to apologize for staring but found myself rather speechless and just left it hanging open; deciding it was just better to grab a bite of what was left over, as if that was the original goal. Either way I looked like an idiot. My own pride keeping me from just saying sorry as my dumb brain kept telling me I hadn't done anything wrong. I must've looked like an idiot as Richard was the one staring now.

"Petty, huh?" Richard lifted up both those chocolate fudge brown eyebrows, only slightly darker than the rest of his fur - the only reason I could tell they were eyebrows at all. Richard looked down at the tables between us, just two desks pushed back to back against one another. The space seemed longer now that it had been.

"Oh, like you don't have any issues either." I grumbled back defensively, not looking at him. It was a problem I had been working on, I won't lie.

Things only really got like this after I was an idiot and said "I love you" to Richard. Ok, it had been an issue before as well but now things were different. This was real. Us. Together.

I've known people break up as soon as the other person had said those words before.

People say I love you so easily these days, as if it were just another three words. They say how much they love sunny days and how much they love the last slice of pizza. They use the word love for everything, diminishing the word until it's just another word. And because of that, even I, underestimated the power behind those three little words. When they were real, spoken from the heart and a burden you'd have to carry for the rest of your days after saying them aloud to the other person.

Not to say Richard was a burden. Well, other than when he was riding me around the bedroom, heh.

Richard shrugged a shoulder at what I had said. "Not really." The bluntness of that annoyed me. Or maybe I was jealous of the fact he was sincere about it. "Then again, I am a dog." He said and it took me a few seconds to realize he was teasing me about it. "It's what we do. Forgive. Forget. And love." And he winked at me at the end.

I smiled weakly in return at that.

"You really don't mind?" And I chuckled a bit in disbelief. It was almost an ignorant innocence not to have some sort of problem with it. With this. You'd have to be blind, deaf and dumb not too see some sort of... of issue! Or maybe I was just fishing for an excuse for there to be one? That last thought left a bad aftertaste in my mouth.

Richard did me the courtesy of thinking about it. For roughly two seconds. "Nope." And he smiled with thin black lips and wagged his tail.

"What about the fact you can't wear my cloths." I tried to point out. It was a topic we ended up talking about often enough.

"What do you mean?" Richard asked, playfully so. A sly smile pulling on the corner of his muzzle.

"Well... pants! For instance. All yours are like low cut jeans and...and shorts." I frowned a bit trying to recall a time where I ever saw him wear anything that covered his ankles. Last night he had on the shortest shorts I had ever seen, it was practically a thong. Just strutting his stuff around the place with his junk hanging out. And I'm not being playful on that, it was literally hanging out.

"It's the middle of summer." Richard pointed out. I flushed a bit at that but he only smiled further.

"Well my pants or shorts don't have a tail loop thingy." And I was an idiot and tried to mime the belt loop in the back of Richard's pants with my hand. My gestured were crude and rather lewd. It only made him wag his tail. Richard smiled but was kind enough not to say anything about them.

"I don't mind having them sag." Richard just gave another one shoulder shrug. "And it's not like that's stopped me in the past."

I didn't point out how he ripped my last pair after trying them on.

"And assless chaps are so in." Richard just grin widely at that, referencing to me wearing his cloths. My ass hanging out and all; I had tried on one of his thong underwear and ended up mooning Max who had walked into the room at the time. "Come on," Richard rested back in his chair and tossed a foot up onto the desk in front of him. He wiggled his bare toes at me and I could make out the smokey gray paw pads on each one. "Shoot me with another one." I assumed he meant a question.

"How about the fact I'm not covered in fur?" I said ignoring the fact Richard had opened his legs up for me to get a perfect view of his groin. He wasn't about to get out of this with the temptation of sexy fun time. We can always do that after. We would be doing that later. Just not at work. Not again. Oh, please not again at work and having someone walk in on us.

"Does it bother you that I am?" Richard counter my question with one of his own.

I frowned at that. "Not... particularly." It did make snuggling far better but also could be rather troublesome on hot nights, Richard was a clinger. And didn't like it when I told him to let go as he spooned me all night. Richard didn't mind being the big or little spoon so long as he could spoon... Spoon. "It's not the easiest too..." I coughed, blushing now and looking away from him. I had gotten a furball in my throat the last time I went down on him the other night. I was still coughing up strands of brown fur every now and then.

Richard had followed my line of sight to his groin, heard my words and that only made his grin even larger. If that were possible at this point. "Not like my fuzz has stopped you before." And he felt the need to rest even further back, tucking his thumb into the elastic band of his underwear.

"I'm a man who knows what he wants." I chuckled back.

"Ok," Richard gave a nod at that sitting up now and leaning over the desk a bit. "Well for me? It just makes it that much easier to lick you all up."

"Kinky." I replied trying not to blush. "I do like the snout." And I poked him in the nose with a finger. He licked over it. "The tongue too." And I did blush at that. "It's very... handy for such things."

"And I don't even try." Richard's smile softened and he looked at me for a few seconds. Into my eyes and making me even more uncomfortable. I wasn't exactly known for being the most intimate person in the world and Richard was on the other spectrum as he reached over to hold my hand. "You know I meant that right?" He teased, sliding his fingers between my own.

"What?" I dared to ask, pulling back a bit at the look he was giving me.

"Licking you all over." And he gave a toothy smile at that, licking his nose once more with that far too large, broad hot pink tongue of his.

"I-I think you said lick me up." I pointed out.

"Potato." He offered the word in one hand. "Po-tot-toe." Richard offered the same word, pronounced slightly different, in the other hand. He turned my hand over with the gesture. Then shrugged and placed his fingers in my palm. I could feel one of his dull, blunt nails scratching at it softly.

I chuckled, trying not to blush too much on that subject. It hadn't been the first time such suggestions had come up.

Richard was friendly, possibly overly so. And loved to show said friendliness, and love, physically. Touching, groping, molesting, holding, humping, licking, sniffing, biting. Let alone without knowing much along the lines of shame or where to draw the line at. Such as sticking his hand down the front of my pants in the breakroom. When he found out about my fondness for hickies, Richard ended up the rest of the night just sucking on my neck and chest. I still had the bruises under my suit.

Not that I was overly kinky, I like to think of myself as pleasantly vanilla to Richard's chocolate. It's kind of hard to refuse or even think of stopping when your in the act itself. And it never starts off with that mind you! It just sort of leads too it... Richard was very fond of foreplay, which could last for hours (or longer than the movie we had been watching, I couldn't even recall the name of it). And foreplay usually leads to things. Lots of things.

Just the other night was such a situation. Trying to get some sleep after a long day of work, turned into something else. All Richard did was strip out of his cloths, strip me of mine and begin cuddling. Which lead to a massage, and I mean every inch of me was massaged, which only got him into a friskier mood. I can still hear his heavy panting breath in my ear as he grinded against me. And, in the right mood, Richard drooled as much as he leaked.

And sure, the day after, I was thinking of how I shouldn't have gone through with it. I'm usually a very clean person that takes multiple showers a day. But Richard... Richard just makes me want to be bad, be dirty and makes me feel ten years younger. And in the act itself? It's kind of hard to refuse... anything Richard wanted to do.

My back was still sore from the last thing he wanted to do. And I could still taste synthetic rubber in my mouth. And my jaw still hurt.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm getting distracted." And far too comfortable. Closed "enclosures" like our office, with no real circulation in the room, left it rather hot and musky half way into the day. We tended to leave the door open. And when we didn't? It smelled of Orange chicken, egg rolls and Richard.

I shook my head to try and clear some of my thoughts. Naughty thoughts. Work wasn't being distracting enough.

Richard seemed to understand. And so he got up on his side of the desk, after just wiping everything off with the back of his arm, and laid out on it, facing me. "Go on, I'm listening." I'm not sure at what point he had undone the front of his pants or maybe it had always been like that. His package was clearly outlined in the tight, I kid you not, tighty whities he wore.

I had transferred here only for work. Now it was beginning to feel like a vacation. I already had my island boy, I just needed a long island ice tea to finish things off..

"I'm trying to have a conversation with you." I said with a smile, ruining any attempt I had at getting this back to a serious conversation of why Richard and I should be having troubles in this mock-relationship of ours.

"I'm listening, really." Richard said, licking his lips slowly and sticking a thumb into his underwear once more to pull the front of them open. I could make out the very tip and opening of his already plump sheath. "Just these pants are so tight." The chocolate labrador, still laying out of his desk, whined softly pulling at the front of his open pants some more.

If it was the middle of the day? I would've pushed him off with a good laugh. But, as usual, the two of us were beginning to go into over time. The other morning birds, some literally so, had already left. And the others were beginning to trickle out. As social as Richard was, most just left without even a fond farewell.

"I think they belong to me." I frowned at him, trying to hold back a laugh. The pants were a little too small for my furry friend. I had brought over one of my bags with some cloths in it. Seemed Richard had helped himself.

"Possibly." Richard sat up a bit to look down at them. He opened them up a bit, inspecting the brand label on the inside. "Damn, I think the labels on the back." So he began to take them off. While I was still, attempting, to do paper work and use a crappy computer that was still loading.

Richard swung a leg around and nearly knocked my monitor off the desk. He winced at that, folding his ears back.

"Careful." I felt the need to point out as I kept pushing the Tab key. Hoping it'd do something. Once I got my laptop sync up to the company servers, I wouldn't need this piece of shit anymore. I was planning on going all Office Space on this fucking machine at this point.

My monitor looked as if it were cracked and three lines blurred down the middle of it. The computer groaned loudly as it chugged to stay alive. I was waiting for it to burst into flames any second now.

Richard scooted a bit closer, pushing one of the side lamps over. His foot landed on some of the papers. He place his other foot down on the desk, lifting his knee up and tilting his leg to the side to show off his groin some more. The canine was sitting on both desks now in the dead center of the two pushed together.

"It's still lunch time." Richard motioned down with his muzzle at his groin. By lunch time? He meant what we had been calling our after ours. One giant "lunch time" where it was just the two of us. At work. With no one else there.

"As sexy as you may be," I felt the need to point out, a game in and of itself at this point. "The tighty whities? Kind of kills the mood." And I shrugged with a shake of my head.

Richard pouted at that. "Hey!" He said with a growl, though his tail was wagging (knocking more things off the desk now). "You try finding underwear that doesn't mess with your ass crack fur and we'll talk."

I laughed, loudly, at that. Which seemed to give Richard the go ahead.

He scooted all the way to my side of the desk, lifted a hind-paw up and ended up placing it on top of my shoulder. Curling his toes, he pulled me and the wheeled chair I sat in closer so he was able to bend over and give me a slow long kiss. Somewhat awkward, I'll note, as his leg was still up on my shoulder, his groin nearly in my face and well... damn, Richard was fucking flexible to be able to do that.

I'm not even sure why he needed me when he could bend like that.

Then he pet the side of my face with his foot... and smiled at me.

"Honk." And he pinched my nose with two of his toes. "You work too much." Richard just told me around the foot he kept in my face. His paw pads were coarse and smelled funky.

"Well one of us has too." I mumbled, moving his foot from my face and looking up at the chocolate Labrador sitting on my side of desk with his legs on either side of me.

"You're all work," Richard pouted but wagged his tail and knocked more things off our desks. I had all but given up at this point at attempting to work anyways.

"And you're all play." I laughed at that, it was hard to argue with fun.

Richard only smiled some more at me, bent down and kissed me softly once more with those smooth chocolate velvet lips. He lingered far longer this time, petting my face with a few fingers as I wrapped my arms around his neck to return the kiss. Only parting to catch our breaths. I think I was sweating a bit at this point, the office seeming to have gone up several degrees in the past few minutes. Richard just nosed at me and I did the same to him and got a face full of whiskers.

He chuckled at that.

"Not sure why you even need me." I said, my voice low now in a whisper. Sultry from the kiss and the high Richard brought me too with a single kiss. I rubbed up his strong thighs, feeling that tough muscle underneath his luxurious fur with both hands as I sat in my chair between his legs. I was looking at his belly and groin as I said that. "You can take care of yourself." And I looked up at him with both eyes. "So, why need me?"

"True." Richard did agree with me, smiling down at me with that look in those brownie eyes of his. So warm and caring. His full attention and focus solely on me as if I were the only thing in the world. My heart always skipped a beat when he looked at me with those eyes. "But so is jerking it." He crassly said with a toothy smile. "I maybe able to take care of myself. It's nothing, though. Compared to when you do it." And he rubbed over my shoulders with both hands as he continued to look down at me.

Massaging my shoulders slowly with those strong ample fingers. He ran those fingers up my neck to cup my cheeks, holding my face tenderly as he moved down once more to kiss me this time on the nose. I couldn't help but notice he put both feet on my chair at this point and pulled me just a little closer, until my stomach was pushing against the desk now. Pulled me into the kiss and closer to him.

Just so he could wrap both his arms around me, and hug me tightly with his legs.

"Richard." I began. I could feel him flex a bit as I spoke his name.

"You don't gotta, if you don't wanna, babe." Richard growled softly at me, with a hint of a whine. Hugging my face a bit more. "I just want to hold you, for a bit longer." He whispered into my ear. How could I refuse him such a simple request?

"I wasn't going to say that." I continued now, pulling back a bit, tugging on Richard's hold over me. He eased a bit so we could meet eye to eye. He was so close I could feel the dampness of his nose and the warmth of his dog breath against my face.

Richard licked over my lips slowly, turning his head to one side. I turned mine to the other, let his tongue slide into my mouth and we kissed deeply once more.

I remember petting over Richard's chest. He had his coat on but no T-shirt; his fur was soft and warm. It slid so easily through my fingers. Reminding me of warm silk. Or like a chocolate fountain. That thick fur of his just rolling down his body, thinning only under his arms a bit and under his tail. It felt so good just to scratch at that thick fur with my fingers, over his shoulders and along his neck. I didn't care that my fingers had that musky tinge of dog after.

Richard groaned into my mouth as I continued to pet over him. Scratching up around his eyes and behind his ears, in the tangled mess of fur on his head that he called hair and back down his neck.

We continued to kiss, to grope at one another until Richard pulled away and lifted his muzzle up. Pulling me close to his body and hugging, rubbing over my back with both hands as he compressed me against his chest. He was barely sitting on the desk at this point and I was standing up a bit from my chair. I could feel the pounding of his heart on the side of my face and smell the musk of his fur from how close I was too him now.

He held me like that for a while. Under one arm for a bit. And then against his stomach the next second. Always trying to find some place that was comfortable for the two of us.

Not sure when I ended up face first against his groin, and as I said before? In the heat of the moment you don't really care. It was the perfect spot for both of us. Richard had pulled his pants off, underwear down below his knees and was holding my head with both hands as he pushed his groin into my face. His fatty sheath was rubbing against one of my cheeks as my nose was rubbed against his curly groin fur. It was slightly damp, very musky and I loved it.

Richard moved one leg over some more so he could push my face right into the crook of his leg and let his sack slide against my chin now. I turned my face into it as Richard brought his other hand down to push both it and that full sheath of his against me now.

Richard groaned low and deep. I knew he was blushing and he stuttered a bit as he whispered my name in a low voice as if afraid someone else in the office could possibly hear us.

I kissed at his sheath, biting at it playfully and pulling it with my teeth. Just enough to make him squirm for me. I let go soon enough and kissed at the crook of his leg, sniff and practically licking my way down it under his sack. Nosing there, only to make him squirm and groan even louder. Moaning as he lifted up one leg with a hand and placed it on my shoulder. I had closed my eyes as I nosed his taint; licking just at the very edge of his tail hole and up until his sack dragged over my face and down to my chin.

Richard shuddered at that, gasping as he bit one of his fingers from stopping himself from yelping in pleasure. Richard could be surprisingly loud when stimulated properly; it sort of pissed Max off to no end.

I didn't let him say much after that. I just went down on my boyfriend. And damn, it was good to say that.

Using my tongue to scoop inside his sheath to drag and pull his length out and into my mouth. It didn't take much coaxing for Richard to slide free; his thick length had always been too much for me to fully take. I still did the best I could, using my hand to compensate. It worked well enough as his knot formed and it was fun to tease at. Richard loved his knot to be played with. I can only assume all dog's did.

Maybe I'll ask Max about that some time?

Either or, I was licking at the formed bulbed. Gnawing over it like the bone it was. Slurping up it's length and going down on it once more, relaxing the best I could to let him slide as far as he could go in. Richard wasn't one to face fuck. He liked to sit back and enjoy the feels.

He'd ask me if it was good. Checking to see if I was having a good time, rather than concern himself with his own wanting pleasure (though it was clear he was enjoying himself). His tongue was hanging out of his mouth and as I said? He drooled as much as he leaked. Richard had his muzzle tipped upwards as he propped himself up on two arms. His eyes were practically in the back of his head as he giggled, actually giggled as I teased his tail hole with two fingers.

Finger fucking Richard was it's own fun. He kicked out one leg, whining loudly as he clenched at the desk with a hand to keep from falling off it. His other hand was over his face, breathing hottly into it as he panted loudly, flushed in the face as he clenched his rear around my fingers. His cock jumped, spurting more of the slick fluid into my mouth. I'm unsure how much of it I had drunk down at this point.

Richard was big, he had a hefty sack and a rich powerful musk. The one thing he wasn't? A man of endurance. He was clenching his teeth, curling his toes, flexing his thighs and groaning as he arched his whole body as he poured his release into me.

Pumping, throbbing, pulsing, quivering quakes ran up his length as he came. Filling my mouth faster than I could swallow. Spilling it down my chin and squirting me in the eye as I finally had to pull off of him.

Richard would apologize, once he got his head back onto his shoulders. The high that took him was as strong as the musk that filled the room. In the meantime I managed to clean up the best I could before slipping out to use the wash room while Richard put his pants back on. I really needed to wash my fingers.

I hadn't been aware, until I had come back from the bathroom, that we weren't exactly alone in the office as we thought.

Mr. Gold's assistant, a rather handsome buck. Was still working at his desk. And I'm not sure what made me do it. But I pointed a finger at him and finally asked.

"Are you wearing any pants behind there?"

The buck stopped working, looking up at me and quirked an eyebrow much in the same fashion Richard did. "Did you just blow Richard in his office?" The buck countered nicely. My blush and silence was answer enough. He turned back to his work. "And don't point those fingers at me. I know where they've been."

I quickly made my way back to our office to pack up and leave. I'd tell Richard about that later and he'd have a good laugh about it.

Then again? The buck never really answered the question, now did he? This office was a very strange place... I was beginning to enjoy it.