cocksucker again.”
“I didn’t call
him
a cocksucker. I called
you
one.”
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t like that either.”
“No.” He stays stiff for another few seconds. “If you’re really sure…”
I squeeze again. “Fox, I’m sure. You need me, and I’m here.”
“I don’t—”
“Shut up, doc.”
He grins, and then allows himself to relax against me. “I’m still not really sure I’m in the mood.”
“Yeah, well.” I lean over and rub my nose against his ear. “Even if that lasts until the morning, I’m okay with it.” And then I whisper right into the soft fur of his ear, “
But I don’t think it will.”
He squirms, but just leans in closer. “You might be right,” he says. “I just wish Father’d called or something.”
“It does seem like something you’d do. You know, decide you know what’s best and just sneak off and do it. Very foxy.”
He laughs, a soft, sincere laugh. “It is, I suppose. All right. Well, look. What say we get under the covers and get our arms around each other and forget about my father for a little while?”
His eyes aren’t quite sparkling, but at least he sounds a little more cheerful. So I kiss him on the nose and say, “Deal.” The clothes hit the floor and we slide under the sheets, and I hold his body to mine, both of us on our sides facing each other.
We’re both hard, and I’d be ready to go if he started something. But because he doesn’t, I don’t; I think that what he needs is just to be held, to have someone shut out the complications and frustrations of the world, and that I can do that is a joy to me. He presses his muzzle into my shoulder and wedges one arm between us, curling the other over my chest. My arm reaches all the way over his arm and chest to his opposite shoulder, and I keep him warm, and we fall asleep like that.
In the morning, I wake up around the same time he does. He’s managed to turn himself around to a more familiar position, his back against my stomach, his rear against my erection. My arm’s draped over his chest, and when I trail it down past his stomach, I find the tip of his hard cock ready as well.
Still, I just give it a little brush, like by accident, and then let it go. He shivers, presses back harder against me, and we snuggle pleasantly like that for a bit. “What time do you—do we have to be there?” he murmurs.
I glance at the clock. Ten after eight. “Mom said nine-thirty, so I could get on the road by quarter to eleven. If we’re out of here at nine, that’s plenty of time.”
“Mmm.” He reaches behind him, trails fingers up my erection. “Up for a little bonding time before we go?”
“I am if you are.” I wriggle around until my tip is just beneath his tail.
“Mmmf. Go get your lube and condoms. I’ll call my father again.”
I give a playful thrust and then roll out of the bed. “Such sexy talk, you charmer.”
He snorts and stretches a long foxy arm to the nightstand for his phone. As I dig in my coat pocket for the bag with the lube and condoms, he talks, so I guess his father answered.
“Yes, good morning. Thank you for finally picking up.” Pause. “I guessed that, but it actually worried me more that you just disappeared.”
I open the box of condoms and take out two. “Well, you’ve never gotten divorced before,” Lee says, “so I’m not sure what to expect.”
I’m not sure whether to go back to the bed or not. Lee says, “Right, Dev says we should leave here around nine.” Pause. “Yes, but he wouldn’t have if you hadn’t disappeared, so…” He takes a breath. “So we’ll meet you in the lobby then.”
He clicks the phone off and drops it back on the nightstand, then looks over his shoulder back at me. “Well,” he says, “we’ve got forty-five minutes.”
I climb back into bed and drop the tube into his paw. A moment of pressing my nose into his shoulder fur and situating myself under his tail again gets me hard enough to put
“I didn’t call
him
a cocksucker. I called
you
one.”
“Yeah, well, he doesn’t like that either.”
“No.” He stays stiff for another few seconds. “If you’re really sure…”
I squeeze again. “Fox, I’m sure. You need me, and I’m here.”
“I don’t—”
“Shut up, doc.”
He grins, and then allows himself to relax against me. “I’m still not really sure I’m in the mood.”
“Yeah, well.” I lean over and rub my nose against his ear. “Even if that lasts until the morning, I’m okay with it.” And then I whisper right into the soft fur of his ear, “
But I don’t think it will.”
He squirms, but just leans in closer. “You might be right,” he says. “I just wish Father’d called or something.”
“It does seem like something you’d do. You know, decide you know what’s best and just sneak off and do it. Very foxy.”
He laughs, a soft, sincere laugh. “It is, I suppose. All right. Well, look. What say we get under the covers and get our arms around each other and forget about my father for a little while?”
His eyes aren’t quite sparkling, but at least he sounds a little more cheerful. So I kiss him on the nose and say, “Deal.” The clothes hit the floor and we slide under the sheets, and I hold his body to mine, both of us on our sides facing each other.
We’re both hard, and I’d be ready to go if he started something. But because he doesn’t, I don’t; I think that what he needs is just to be held, to have someone shut out the complications and frustrations of the world, and that I can do that is a joy to me. He presses his muzzle into my shoulder and wedges one arm between us, curling the other over my chest. My arm reaches all the way over his arm and chest to his opposite shoulder, and I keep him warm, and we fall asleep like that.
In the morning, I wake up around the same time he does. He’s managed to turn himself around to a more familiar position, his back against my stomach, his rear against my erection. My arm’s draped over his chest, and when I trail it down past his stomach, I find the tip of his hard cock ready as well.
Still, I just give it a little brush, like by accident, and then let it go. He shivers, presses back harder against me, and we snuggle pleasantly like that for a bit. “What time do you—do we have to be there?” he murmurs.
I glance at the clock. Ten after eight. “Mom said nine-thirty, so I could get on the road by quarter to eleven. If we’re out of here at nine, that’s plenty of time.”
“Mmm.” He reaches behind him, trails fingers up my erection. “Up for a little bonding time before we go?”
“I am if you are.” I wriggle around until my tip is just beneath his tail.
“Mmmf. Go get your lube and condoms. I’ll call my father again.”
I give a playful thrust and then roll out of the bed. “Such sexy talk, you charmer.”
He snorts and stretches a long foxy arm to the nightstand for his phone. As I dig in my coat pocket for the bag with the lube and condoms, he talks, so I guess his father answered.
“Yes, good morning. Thank you for finally picking up.” Pause. “I guessed that, but it actually worried me more that you just disappeared.”
I open the box of condoms and take out two. “Well, you’ve never gotten divorced before,” Lee says, “so I’m not sure what to expect.”
I’m not sure whether to go back to the bed or not. Lee says, “Right, Dev says we should leave here around nine.” Pause. “Yes, but he wouldn’t have if you hadn’t disappeared, so…” He takes a breath. “So we’ll meet you in the lobby then.”
He clicks the phone off and drops it back on the nightstand, then looks over his shoulder back at me. “Well,” he says, “we’ve got forty-five minutes.”
I climb back into bed and drop the tube into his paw. A moment of pressing my nose into his shoulder fur and situating myself under his tail again gets me hard enough to put
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