Ugh. His head hurt.

Kevin rubbed his face. Did
he drink too much again last night? He didn't remember drinking beer, though. What
time was it? What day was it? Why did his chest feel heavy?

He let out a sigh and
stared at the ceiling. It wasn't his dorm ceiling, so it seemed he slept with
someone.

He looked down. Someone was
cuddled up next to him, hugging him in the chest. His hand unknowingly caressed
the other's head, making the one in his arm sigh.

He saw a pantherine tail
waving behind him, then his memories caught up with him. The wolf furrowed his
brows. Wait, was this Octo?

Right. He and Octo were fucking
last night.

Fuck, last night was
fucking amazing. The panther was good. So good. Too good. His body was hot, and
his arse was tight, not to mention how eager was he.

However, was he fucked up?
Because no matter how he saw it, Octo was his senior and he was his junior.
While seniority wasn't really a thing in the uni, he had never exactly had such
an intense power struggle as last night. It was really wild; they fucked on
every surface they could find. That challenging grin only made him even more
turned on.

The wolf groaned. His dick
felt a bit sore; they fell asleep while they were still knotted anyway. Fuck
different genus; he was gay and he could sleep with any species he wanted.

“I can hear you thinking
about last night."

He looked down at the panther
who was hazily staring at him with a somewhat pensive expression. Octo then
sighed and gripped his forehead. “You want me to get off?"

Kevin looked back at the
ceiling. His voice still sounded heavy. “No regrets. You?"

The panther didn't answer.
He just released his hug and rolled over to lie on his back, arm over his eyes.

They went quiet after that.
His fur felt sticky, and when Kevin saw some dark furs and streaks of cream on
his abs, he knew they hadn't cleaned up last night. His dick was hanging limp,
which was weird since he was always hard when he woke up. He did cum several
times last night, though.

“Do you really not regret last
night?" the panther asked him again, this time with incredulity in his voice.
“With us being… you know, wolf and leopard."

Kevin's muzzle opened, but
no words came out. Instead, he just closed his mouth again and gulped. No, he
wasn't concerned about that; he slept with a bear just last week anyway. He was
concerned if Octo meant that he was older than him.

Letting out a sigh, the
panther sat up, not looking at him. The wolf just stared at his broad shoulders
sagging. “Maybe we shouldn't really have done that."

“I'm not fucked up, am I?"

Octo didn't answer, not
even looked at him, but then he sighed again and gripped his forehead. “I guess
we're both fucked up. Let's blame the alcohol."

That made Kevin smile a
little. “Did we take some beer last night?"

“Not beer, wine. You
chugged it down as if it was beer."

They smiled dryly.

Why was he confused?
Usually he was the one bragging about how great was last night, how tight was his
partner's arse, or how his partner was moaning and begging for his dick. Now,
he was… nervous? Confused? Maybe it was the wine; he never drunk wine before
sex anyway. How much had he drunk?

Okay, there was no reason
to know. It already happened.

“You have classes today?"

Kevin groaned and sat up
next to Octo, gripping his muzzle. “What day is it?"

“Wednesday. It's 9 o'clock."

“No. No classes on
Wednesdays."

Octo looked at him, he
looked back. Then, Octo smiled softly and threw his arm around him, making him
feel somewhat small in his hug. “You were great last night. I can still feel
your dick in my ass."

Kevin's ego skyrocketed as
he grinned.

“But you still owe me your
ass. You said it yourself."

It crashed down again as
his grin fell as well as his ears.

The panther let out a
chuckle and ruffled his fluff, making it even messier than it already
was. Kevin just growled weakly, but somehow that chuckle made him feel… warm.

“I'm gonna go easy on you,
big guy." Octo grinned at him. “And it's not like I'm gonna fuck you tonight."

“So, there's gonna be a
next time."

“You said it yourself. 'You
can have my ass next time. I owe you that.' Well, if you want to back off,
sure."

Kevin looked down. The panther's
dick was not small by any means, and he was going to have that stuck up his
arse on his first time.

Apparently, he was more
fucked up than he thought.

“You got some moves."

Octo shrugged, glad that
Kevin was taking his mind off the problem with Max. “It runs in the family, I
guess."

Kevin took hold of the panther's
hand as they adjusted to the music. Martin was pretty clever with the music. “What
do you mean?"

“Long story, now shut up
and dance properly."

“You saying l don't dance
properly?"

“It's soft, not dubstep.
Also, no need to grope me, you know." The panther rolled his eyes.

“Why don't you grope me
then?" Kevin snickered. “I know you can't keep your hands off me."

“The urge to punch that
grin off your muzzle is getting bigger."

“Why punch when you can get
a taste?"

Octo let the wolf go,
making him wobble a bit because of his momentum. “Taste that."

“Dumbass!"

The panther just shrugged.
“It slipped."

“There's no way it just
slipped!" Kevin bit him back.

Octo tugged the wolf's tail
that was teasing his crotch and pulled him by the hand away from the dance
floor, earning a yelp from its owner. When they were out of the dance floor, he
let him go and refilled his glass with juice, then sat down on his previous
spot on the sofa armrest. How quaint.

Why was Kevin so good at
charming people?

He eyed him taking a glass.
Ellie came to him to refill her glass, but instead, the wolf refilled it with a
gentlemanly smile. The rabbit then thanked him before returning to her group. Such
a polite man, or such a big arsehole.

Since that eventful night,
they were getting closer. They mainly met by accident and rarely planned, but
when they did bump into each other, the wolf would tease him, followed by some
obscene remarks about dots being hot.

Like a sane and mentally
healthy person, Octo just politely told him to tone it down. It did turn him on
a bit, though.

After that, they would
chat. Surprisingly, it wasn't very difficult for them to find topics to talk
about. Kevin might not be his preferred conversing partner, but it wasn't
really bad. Maybe the wolf was now having his eyes on him. Octo laughed at that;
he would see.

“Dude, the music's still
on." Kevin said as he flopped beside him, lying down on the sofa and using what
was left of the armrest as a pillow.

He drank his juice.
“They're not gonna have enough space if I let you stay there."

Kevin gave him the middle
finger.

The panther just chuckled
and looked back at the crowd. The party was going well. People were having fun and
in a corner he could see Andy chugging down a bottle of soda. His eyes then
landed on Tom and Max in front of the cake on the other side of the room,
somewhat looking like they were having a fight. Wait, what?

Red flag raised.

“Wait here," he said to
Kevin, then made his way towards the two canines.

He hoped nothing bad was
happening. When did Max arrive anyway? Max usually disliked fights, but he
wouldn't back down if the condition demanded him to. As for Tom, while he
didn't know Tom for very long, somehow his instincts were telling him not to
mess with him.

Then, when he was halfway
there, they hugged each other. The tension he didn't know he had been holding then
dissipated and he let out a relieved sigh.

He kept going closer until
he could hear what they were saying. He hoped it wasn't anything bad.

“Let me make it up to you?
We can go out tonight. Then you can stay at mine, my roommate isn't there anyway."

Tom looked at him, then
glanced at the clock.

“Okay, but… it's my party,
and I don't feel right leaving them."

“Go." Octo said when he was
close enough, reassured to see them already made up. They turned their heads at
his voice. “Just go, I'll handle things from here. I'm gonna make sure your
cake is still intact tomorrow." He took a glance at the cake. “Well, what's
left of it anyway."

Tom seemed unsure. “Really,
Oct? But it's my party."

“What? Ye're leaving
already?" Andy said, appearing out of nowhere.

Octo sighed. What was it
with Andy and ruining the moment? The lion needs to learn the art of being
subtle sometimes. “They need to talk, Andy. I know they can just talk here, but
I'm more than happy to let them get away from people like you."

“Well, if ye got Octo's
seal of approval, then go ahead. It's not like I can do anything."

The panther glared daggers
at him.

Andy threw his hands, fortunately
not the glass too. “Thou know it's true, Oct! Anyway, let's go play some card."
He said as he walked away.

He grabbed the lion's tail
before he could get away. “Not so fast. Apologize." He said sternly to the
lion.

Andy protested. “W-what?!
What does this have anything to do wi—"

“Apologize or I will kick
your ass again." He repeated, hoping that the lion would get what he meant.
Andy was dense but he hoped he could get it.

“Tch, fine." Andy clicked
his tongue. Octo let his tail go. “Apologize for what?"

Octo almost growled in
exasperation. Just how dense was this lion? “For making them kiss each other."

“Oct, that's fi—"

Fortunately, the lion got
it. He let out a sigh and said apologetically. “I'm sorry for making you two
kiss."

Octo smiled a bit. He
didn't expect the lion to sound this sorry. Maybe it was for the best, though.
It was time he knocked some sense into him.

Max put his hand on his waist and scratched his head.
“Okay, fine. Listen, Andy, the football club can get crazy sometimes, I know,
but keep it with us, okay? Don't drag anyone into this."

“Yeah but I thought Tom's
one of us?"

Octo's smile grew wider. He
glanced at the wolf who was blushing and not looking at them.

“Yeah…" Max trailed off.
“but go easy with him."

“Aye, uh… sorry again, mates.
Just… just don't let Octo kick my arse again, 'kay Max?"

“Oct, don't kick his ass
again."

Octo rolled his eyes. Max was
still his captain, no matter how much he wanted to kick the lion again. “Of
course."

“'Kay, uh… I'll get back."

When he was far enough, he
looked at them and smiled, glad that they were working to fix their problem.
“Go ahead, I'll tell the others. It's pretty late, they're going home soon
anyway." He then turned to Max and gave him the same glare he gave Andy.
Despite their positions, he knew Max respected him the same way he respected
Max. “You too. Don't you dare make us and Tom worry like that again."

The shepherd's ears flattened,
and his gaze dropped.

He wanted to tell him off
again. That really scared him. It was out of his character, just going away
without telling anyway. But, sensing that he'd had enough reprimands from Tom already,
Octo just let it go and smiled at him. He must have his reasons. “Come here,
you." He put him into a headlock and ground his knuckle on the dog's head with
a grin, messing his head fur.

“Dude, stop!"

He laughed a little and let
the dog go. Max was cute sometimes; too bad he didn't notice it. “But
seriously, don't just disappear like that again. I was starting to think that
Priscilla kidnapped you."

“I won't, but I'm not
letting that just pass away." Max retorted with a shy grin. “Stay in the locker
room next Tuesday after practice."

“I'll make sure to let John stay. Anyway, I'm gonna hold onto your words." He smiled a
little, then turned around to leave them to patch things up.

At Max's shout of “Andy, I'm
borrowing your car, okay?!", his smile widened.

One problem solved.
Hopefully none would appear later.

“So, ever slept with a guy
before?"

“Um, no?"

His ears went up at that
question. Kevin was hitting on Nathan? He stared in disbelief at the grinning
wolf and the nervous croc on the sofa.

Well, the world had thrown
him more bricks before, anyway. How troublesome.

Andy was, in his opinion,
the personification of laziness. The epitome of incredulity. The pinnacle of
absurdity.

That was to say, his mood
wasn't really the best today. He had several girls chasing him in the corridors
before, wanting that he 'plant some seed' in them. Horny bitches that they
were, they kept on chasing him for the whole day, and because his dean was the
same as theirs, they ended up being together for the whole afternoon just for a
consultation.

And they say males were “sex
machines".

Truthfully, he wouldn't
turn any of them down, they were really hot anyway. It was just that he wasn't
really at it today. He wanted to finish his consultation with his dean today
because it was very difficult to meet her. No way was he finalising his thesis
next semester.

When he was done, he
quickly walked from the office with a bad mood. They kept hinting at 'interpersonal
relationship' and 'nerds can be hot' and 'panthers really have it' and some
other shits in front of the dean. Ugh. They weren't even in
the Communications major. He was really glad she was too immersed in the drafts
to notice their unsavoury innuendos.

Andy called him to hang out
after that, so he agreed to go. He hoped it would boost his mood, but
apparently… Andy was Andy.

He almost slumped on the
table at yet another 'tale of his conquest on the land of the innocent chicks',
yes, Andy actually said that. Instead, he just finished his burger and drank
his juice.

If only Andy could read
just how much boredom and disinterest was on his face… too bad one couldn't
hope that far.

Ugh, Christ,
just let it end already.

“…and then she was like, 'I
don't think I can walk today'. Mate, I came three times that night, three fuckin'
times! She swallowed it all up! She said, 'look, I can make you cum while
still keeping your dick clean'…."

And then
you came and then you fucked. You've told me this story three times already.

“…ahh, bitches really do
come in different sizes." The lion said as he leant on his seat, signalling the
end of his 'tale'.

Octo just hmphed.

“You free tonight, panther?
I haven't seen you with a girl lately. We can hunt together." He offered, and
for once seemed honest about it.

The panther crossed his
hand. “Sorry, I have revisions to do tonight."

“Too bad." The lion just
laughed. “Anyway, some guys caught your eyes lately?"

He shrugged. “Not really.
Why do you ask that?"

“Well, you didn't seem to
have some chicks." Andy slurped his soda. “So you must've got some guys,
right?"

“When I say I go both ways,
I don't mean I can just go the other way if I'm tired of one."

“Aw, seriously? You mean
you didn't sleep this week?"

“I've got a thesis to do."

Andy stared at him in awe.

“I'm not sexually voracious
and insatiable like you."

“I'm gonna take that as a
compliment." The lion laughed. “But isn't Kevin gay? You can do him, you know.
I thought ye've been sleeping together."

“We haven't."

“I don't know if you're
just very selective or sexually inactive."

“Imagine having sex with
your friend just because you're bored."

“That has got to be the awesomest
thing ever."

Octo rolled his eyes. He
and Kevin only fucked once, that was it. While the wolf said there'd be a
second time, they hadn't done it. He was busy with his thesis, and Kevin was
busy with classes.

The lion's phone rang.
Slurping the soda, Andy read the message, then a smile crept up his face. “Eh,
Michaela just invited me to her apartment! You wanna come along? We can do it three-way."

Leaning on the table, Octo
turned him down. “You go ahead. I don't wanna ruin it for you. Besides, I got
revisions to do, remember?"

“Oh, right. Well, I'm
going. Sorry for this, though, we wanted to hang out."

He shrugged.

“You wanna get a ride back
home?"

“Thanks, but no. I still
want something more to eat." He took a breath and sat up. “You go ahead, I'll
get home by myself. Use condoms, okay?"

“Sure. Well, if I remember."
Andy laughed and walked away. “Later, mate."

Octo just gave him a nod as
he walked away.

Finally. He leant back on his seat
and inhaled the sweet scent of solitude and quietness. Really, why couldn't
Andy learn more about it? It would certainly make him more bearable.

He closed his eyes. While
he had revisions to do tonight, he wasn't really in the mood to do it. His
notes and laptop were still in his bag; he hadn't touched them since he left
the dean office.

“Hey, panther. This seat
taken?"

The panther opened his
eyes. Why did life keep giving him—wait.

With a tray in his hands,
Kevin was standing in front of his table. There was a friendly but somewhat
tired smile on his face, and for once he wasn't in a tight t-shirt, just in a regular
green one. The red fur on his hands looked a bit faded.

“Yeah. I mean, no, it's
empty."

The wolf nodded and sat
down, putting his tray down.

He didn't exactly seem
stressed, but this wasn't really his usual self. He seemed worn down.

Kevin ate his chicken chest
in silence, occasionally slurping his juice. This raised some questions for the
panther. Usually, the red wolf was as loud as Andy or Max. Was Kevin okay?

“You okay, Kev?" he asked.

The wolf seemed to be taken
aback. He stared at him as he chewed his chicken, then let out a breath. “Yeah,
I'm okay. Really."

“Really?"

“Really. I just have lotta
stuff today."

Octo wasn't convinced.

Kevin took a bite out of
his meal and leant back on the seat. “Really. I just got too many things to do
at classes, and I had to do my laundry because the laundry service was fucking
out and I needed fresh clothes ASAP."

“You sure about that?"

“I am! Dude, you're almost
as bad as Tom at worrying."

The panther chuckled.

“See my hands? My red fur
faded a bit because of the detergent."

“You used detergent?"

“How else would you wash
your clothes?"

Octo shrugged. At least he
used detergent. “First time doing laundry manually?"

“Yeah, well, first in a
while. How did you know?"

“The same thing happened to
my hands."

They looked at the panther's
hands.

“It looks normal."

“I didn't do it today,
dimwit."

“Oh."

The red wolf finished his
meal and burped softly, uttering a small “sorry". He put his plate aside and
drank his juice.

“What was that about Tom
again?" Octo instead asked, looking for a topic they could talk about. They
looked like they could use some mood boost for a bit.

“I bumped into him after classes,
so I asked him to help."

“Just him?"

“Yeah. Why do you ask?"

The panther shrugged. “No
reason."

Kevin eyed him, but just
let it go. “Okay, Tom was bitching about how miserable I looked. I mean, I know
I looked miserable but really he didn't have to be that worried."

“He's just worried because
his lil' bro is tired and asks for help." He grinned, teasing him.

But the wolf didn't sass
back. He just stared at him, then looked away with a small blush in his face. “Probably."

Octo's grin widened. “When're
you gonna confess to him?"

“I did, but it wasn't love,
just…" he took a breath and composed himself, then looked at the panther.
“didn't I tell you about me and Tom?"

“Not exactly. I just know
that you had a crush on Tom."

“Well, that's true. Who
told you?"

“You won't kill whoever
told me, will you?"

“What do you think I am, a
serial killer? But I'm pretty sure it's all over the news anyway."

The panther sipped his juice,
Kevin just allowed him. Tom turning Kevin down? That was new. Well, they seemed
incompatible, anyway.

“Me and Tom, we… how can I
say it… I had a crush on him, he didn't like me. My crush went away, and now
we…"

“It's complicated?"

“Not like that. Dunno, I
just kinda take him as someone."

“It's complicated, then."

“Well… yeah."

“And now you're miserable
and eat fast food."

“You guess." Kevin laughed
a little. “Looks like you're miserable and eat fast food too."

They both laughed.

Apparently, Kevin wasn't
all bullshit and sarcasm. Octo looked at him as he looked out the window,
slurping his juice. Honestly, the wolf wasn't bad looking, handsome, even. His
fur colour looks energetic, and from experience he knew that it was actually
softer than it looked. His white brows were somewhat thick, but it only made
him look more handsome.

Muscles aside, he looked attractive,
too. If only he could be like this all the time.

“Anyway, I still owe you
that second time, right?" Kevin then asked him.

“That's just if you want."

“You wanna do it tonight?"
he asked, looking at him with a small grin, but it came out quite awkwardly.

The panther shrugged. At
least Kevin was asking nicely, unlike those bitches before. And this time, he could
say no and turn him down.

But it seemed interesting.
He needed some release, after all. Thesis was exhausting. Octo finished his
drink and answered, “Sure. Your place or mine?"

“How 'bout yours? My
roomie's having a guest tonight."

“Okay."

They looked at each other.

“No hard feelings about
last time?" the panther asked after a brief pause.

“Nope. Just for fun,
right?"

“Yeah." He replied. “Just
for fun."

He should prepare for the worst tonight, Kevin thought, but he couldn't really think clearly as Octo kissed him sensually, pushing him against the door. The wolf replied to the kiss eagerly, letting the panther's tongue go inside his mouth. They hadn't even reached the bed yet they were already ready to start.

Probably it was the anticipation, probably it was the fatigue, but as
Octo deepened the kiss, his heart went haywire. He felt the panther's body
grinding harder against his. He gripped the panther's narrow waist, while Octo
put his bag down and gripped his head.

The kiss felt more soft than demanding, which was a contrast compared
to last time. Their tongues danced in their joined mouths, occasionally letting
out a weak growl or a moan. This was softer than what was Kevin used to, but he
wouldn't protest.

The wolf ground their lower regions together, and even behind their
jeans he could tell that they were ready. It seemed there wouldn't be another
power struggle tonight since they were relaxed and not in a rush. His words
still lingered in his mind, and if tonight really were going to be the night he
was fucked for the first time, then so be it.

Octo released the kiss and moved to his neck, pinning his arms above
his head. He was tired today—heck, he was tired. Maybe that was why he didn't want to fight
him over dominance. Sometimes, just sometimes, he wanted to be not the one in charge.
Sometimes, just sometimes, he wanted to… not be such a lone wolf.

However, the panther then moved up and growled next to his ear, making
him reconsider what he just thought.

This scared him and turned him on at the same time.

His arms were then released. The panther took his shirt off, and Kevin
did the same. No second was spared and their hands were quickly at each other
again, this time more freely. He felt Octo's hands on his back, messing his
fluff. The panther whispered to him. “I'm gonna fuck you tonight. Want to back
off and fuck me instead?"

No, he was ready. “Fuck me."

That made the panther growl and bite his ear, sending a surprised and
aroused chill down his spine. His arse was so going to be wrecked tonight, even
more so with this pantherine dick.

Octo released his bite and licked the spot. “I'm gonna go gentle, but
no promises."

Kevin could practically see him grinning. “Whoa, thanks, that calms the
hell outta me."

Then, he found himself being pulled and pushed forward. His head spun a
little. He didn't have time to react, only he realised he was now lying on his
back on Octo's bed.

Did he just throw him into the bed?

He looked up, only to see the panther approaching while taking his belt
and jeans off, leaving only his pants.

Looking at the size of that bulge, he was positive he was going to have
some problems with walking tomorrow.

*evil
laughter*

I was
actually planning to release the steamy scene today along with this chapter,
but sadly I'm not horny enough to write it. So, save your tissues for the next
update~ *carefully puts the bonkinator back into the shelves*