Tom
woke up feeling refreshed. Letting out a yawn, he stretched a bit on the bed.
He then snuggled closer to the big German Shepherd next to him and closed his
eyes again, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. It felt warm and cosy.
The shepherd's heartbeat slowly lulled him awake, reminding him that he had to
wake up early.

For two
weeks they'd been living together, Max had always been comfortable to cuddle
with. Sure, mostly he was just lying there not knowing what to do, so Tom
scooted to his side, feeling the hard muscles, basking in the gentle warmth,
and smelling the masculine scent more strongly from the German Shepherd. He
would never get enough of Max.

He
traced lines on the shepherd's front body, his chest, his abs. Even through the
t-shirt, the curves on Max's body were noticeable. He looked up; the shepherd
was still sleeping peacefully with his muzzle open and tongue out. The wolf
chuckled softly; he was sure his mouth was going to be dry when he woke up.

The
thought of just touching him all over sometimes popped itself in his mind, but
no. He wanted their first time to be slow and steady. Really, just doing this
was making him hard, but he wouldn't push the dog. If Max weren't ready, then Tom
wouldn't push.

Okay,
time to get up.

The
wolf yawned again and sat up, ruffling his fluff a bit. With autumn ending,
he'd been cleaning his shed fur. He should also prepare himself for cleaning more
of those now that there was another one living with him. Even though Max didn't
have thick fur, he was still shedding quite a lot last night when they were
brushing each other.

He
looked at the sleeping shepherd once more and gave him a small peck on the cheek,
then stood up and walked to the bathroom.

After
doing his morning routine in the bathroom, he washed his face and looked at the
reflection. The dark furs under his eyes were gone and he looked a lot happier
now. He tried to grin as how he remembered Max did but failed miserably. Better
leave the teasing part to him, maybe.

Taking
the brush, he combed the fur on his face, then the parts of his fluff which he
could reach. It looked like he needed to get another brush. When he was done,
he put the brush away and took the loose fur off it before discarding them to
one of the bins. He then smelled himself; he wasn't too musky and although
Max's scent was all over him, it wasn't suggesting that they did something
naughty. Maybe no shower today, the wolf thought as he walked to the living
room.

It was
almost six. He turned the telly on in the living room before walking to the
kitchen to get some water and breakfast. The wolf took a glass of water and a
piece of bread from the kitchen, then sat down on the sofa. They both had work
at nine later, so they had to get going before eight lest they come late. He
had to go to the market to get supplies later, maybe he'd go at 06.15 before
the ingredients he needed ran out. He also needed more breakfast.

“Morning, horndog."

Tom
lazily elongated his legs on the sofa. “Morning,
Lain. This got to be the first time you wake up this early."

“I saved our ass multiple times this early. You're
welcome."  Lain retorted
good-naturedly.

Tom
just chuckled. Munching the bread, he thought to himself about things to do
today. The laundry needs to be done—today was Max's turn—the flat needed
vacuuming, he had to cook some food…

“Hey, cook some more pastry."

“Maybe. Why's that?"

“Horndog likes pastries, remember?"

“Morning."
A gruff voice greeted him.

He
looked behind to find Max walking towards the sofa, yawning. He smiled at the
dog and offered him the water and bread. “Morning."

“Oh hey that's the horndog. I'll leave you with him
then."

Max
gulped the glass in one go and ate the rest of the bread. Tom made space on the
sofa for the dog to sit down, waiting for his brain to wake up. “Nice of you to
wake up this early." The dog grinned sleepily.

“Oi, I
wake up this early every day." Tom drank his water.

“Yesterday
when I left for work you were still sleeping in the bedroom."

The
wolf shrugged. “I decided to sleep again. Usually I jog, though"

“You
jog?" The dog looked at him, tilting his head in curiosity.

Tom
stood up to refill the glass. “Sometimes. Why?"

“Dude,
we could've went jogging together and you never told me?!" Max's tail started
wagging. “Let's go jogging!"

“I, uh,
don't think I can do that yet." He came back with the glass full of water. “Anyway,
what do you want for dinner?"

The
dog's eyes were gleaming. “You're gonna cook for me?"

“Kan I cook for you almost every day."

“Hmm."
Max leant back on the sofa. “Some veggies and sweets would be nice since today
is my cheat day."

“Aye,
I'll make gado-gado." Tom walked to the bedroom to change clothes. It was 06.15
anyway. “What about we go to the market together? You can jog on the way there."

“Sure!"

Just
when he was taking his pants off, Max walked in. Instantly, he turned around
and turned red. And his tail chose that moment to be stuck on the pants, almost
making him trip and fall.

“Whoa,
easy." Max held his waist—his unclothed waist—to keep him steady. “It's still 6
in the morning."

“Y-yeah,
thanks."

Max
chuckled. “Nice body."

He
flustered furiously while Lain whistled. “T-t-th-thanks."

“No,
seriously. Your muscles are well-developed and it's not every day I get to see
you shirtless. You didn't even take your clothes off in the gym." The dog said
as his hands went up, making the wolf shudder. Max's hands went up to feel the
muscle on his sides, then on his arms. Good thing he didn't know that he made
the wolf fluster like crazy.

Tom
didn't dare turn around because he was sure Max himself was topless too and he
didn't want him to see just how embarrassed his face was. However, Max flicked
his ear, making him turn around and grip his abused ear. “Hey!"

“Hehe."
The dog snickered. Tom put fresh pants on to cover his hardness. At first, Max looked
like he was staring at his scars. The dog looked like he wanted to ask about them,
but he held back. Then his eyes moved lower… his own eyes went down from Max's
face, though. They were lower… lower…

Max
took his pants off. “Checking each other out?"

The
wolf put a fresh t-shirt on. “You admit you're checking me out?"

“Hey,
us hot guys check each other out!"

“Us as
in you and me?"

The dog
shrugged and put his sleeveless jacket on. “Why can't it be?"

Tom
chuckled embarrassedly, then looked away and blushed. He said I'm hot.

“Anyway,
where's the market again?"

He
combed his fluff, then turned around but immediately covered his face when he
saw Max's sheath. Yes, Max's sheath.

“Put
your pants on!"

“Eh,"
He heard some shuffling sound. “It's on."

He
peeked through the gap between the fingers, then sighed in relief and used a deodorant
to mask his scent. After that, he walked away from the bedroom, not wanting to
deal with it this early in the morning.

“Actually, this early in the morning is the best time
to deal with it, y'know."

“Shut up."

“Wolf,
where's the market?"

“Near
the Ancient Town entrance, not that far from here." He put his shoes on as Max
walked towards him, his scent better masked by the deodorant. While the smell
was very welcome, they didn't want to be too smelly outside. “You're not having
some breakfast first?"

Max put
his own shoes on and winked at him. “Nah, saving it for your breakfast later."
Then he ruffled the wolf head fur.

Tom chuckled.
“Let's get going."

It was
still early in the morning. Tom was thankful that there were few people around.
Occasionally there were tourists wanting to take photos of the Ancient Town of
Barrowisle early in the morning, but that was to be expected. The wolf looked
around, taking in the green scenery around him. Often, he was thankful that
Barrowisle preserved its greenery well. The Ancient Town might just be stone
ruins, a circle of rocks, and occasional rubbles surrounded by what was left of
a three-metre stone wall, but it was regarded highly by the inhabitants. Based
on archaeological evidence, it was the first settlement in Barrowisle, dating
back hundreds of years even before the time of Wolves and Lions.  The inhabited area nearby was a lot newer,
newer than even the Old Town.

Sometimes
Tom thought it was unusual that Barrowisle built three city centres. However,
when he looked at the city planning, apparently it was a good choice. Ancient
Town was very well preserved because it was left alone for a thousand years
before the Wolves and Lions built the Old Town. After the Fight of Eyl, the
wolves built another city a kilometre away across the river and named it
Wolvessye while the lions built another city closer to the forest and named it
Lionsgate. Wolvessye later evolved into the current city centre of Barrowisle
while Lionsgate marked its eastern city limits before the forest. Old and
Ancient Town were much later absorbed into Barrowisle city proper.

Inhaling
the sweet scent of the morning air, the wolf walked slower. He was still
recovering, so he shouldn't be too exhausted. It was only a few hundred metres
from home, yet he already felt like taking his tongue out.

He
looked back at the street and was shamefully delighted. Max's… er… shapely backside
was perfectly visible, and the way his tail wag was nice.

Maybe
he should walk slower indeed.

“Oi,
gramps! Get going!"

He
chuckled and ran a bit to match the jogging dog, then slapped his arse while
laughing. “Gramps your eyes!"

“Eep!
Hey!"

The
wolf grinned, well, tried to. “Nice arse."

“Thank
you!" Max only laughed and punched him softly.

Tom
punched him back, then ran faster to avoid being punched back.

“Well,
what do you know, you also got a nice ass yourself."                         

Nice compliment, he
thought, but didn't allow himself to blush at that. Instead, he wagged his tail
invitingly, then yelped and ran faster as Max picked up his tempo.

Maybe
Loewen's were his favourite meeting spot now, Max thought. His university
student mind still said it was expensive, but now with a job, it felt more
bearable. The perks of having a job, it seemed.

He
wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he liked the pasta there, no matter how much
Tom disliked it and how much Octo was put off by it. The panther even went as
far as to say that it wasn't edible; as
an Italian, that is not even food, he said with that condescending tone of
his. People might call him arrogant, but to Max it seemed like his Italian
pride was hurt.

The dog
looked up as he saw Octo walking towards him. “'Sup, panther?" He smiled. “Not
dead after work?"

“I've
been under you. Work is nothing compared to that." The panther exchanged a fist
bump with him. “Besides, why Loewen's? You know I don't like the food there."

“Well,
they're strategic… relatively speaking."

“If you
want some Italian food, just let me cook."

He
laughed and put his arm around the panther's shoulder. “Not wanna doubt you or
anything, but aren't you tired? We've just gone home from work."

“Like
that's gonna hurt me."

“What
do you recommend, then?"

“How
about a restaurant near my place?"

“Sounds
good."

They
went inside the station. Good thing they went home a bit later than their usual
off hour; Max didn't mind going home a bit later if that meant no traffic or no
standing in the metro for the way back home. Sadly, he noticed that it was
still kind of packed now. After tapping his phone on the gate, he sighed a bit
as they boarded the metro. Thankfully, there were two empty seats.

“Sono
così stanco." said the panther, stretching a bit. “Maybe you're
right, I'm not sure I want to cook right now."

“Got
your back, man."

“Anyway,
how's Tom?"

He let
out a tired sigh. Those boxes were really heavy. “He's okay. He looks a lot
happier lately, and his fur actually felt somewhat less coarse."

“Hm, I
wonder who did that to him."

The dog
pushed his shoulder. “Come on, mock me."

Octo
chuckled. “Anyway, how's your bedroom life?"

Max turned
to him to see the panther smirking. Max just looked away. “Actually, that's
what I want to talk about."

“Just
spill it."

“Not
now! We're in public."

The
panther laughed. “You don't seem to mind leaning on me in public."

Max
looked at him again. When he realised that he had been leaning on the panther,
he sat up straighter and blushed a bit. “Sorry, guess I'm more tired than I
think I am."

“Nah,
it's fine. Just like the old times."

At
that, Max couldn't help but chuckle. “Just like old times."

They
sat straight, feeling awkward but nostalgic at the memories.

“Wait,
weren't you the one who used to lean on me?"

“No,
you're the one who used to lean on me."

“The
photos Andy took beg to differ."

“Now
that I think about it, we used to lean on each other." Octo smiled fondly. “Remember
that day after the match in Wonsbarrow? We slept leaning on each other on the
way home. I still got the picture Nathan took."

“Aw,
come on!" Max groaned.

“Heh,
not that I mind, of course." The panther leered. “Maybe I should stop since you
have your own man now."

“Maybe
you should stop since you have your own men
now."

Octo
looked at him curiously.

“Andy
or Kevin, take your pick."

The
panther only groaned and covered his face with his hand, feeling embarrassed.

The
metro stopped and they stood up. They then exited the metro and climbed down
the stairs. “So, where's this restaurant?"

“Follow
me."

Octo
led him to a small neighbourhood quite far from the station but close to his
flat. The scenery looked classic Barrowisle, which Max enjoyed a lot. In one
corner of the road, there was a small but rather packed restaurant with bright
lights in the front. Max smelled a delicious scent in the air as they walked
closer.

They
went inside and had a seat. Max looked around; it was nice here. The atmosphere
was lively, a bit loud considering the time. The delicious scent in the air
intensified, and when the dog pinpointed the smell coming from two closed
doors, he knew the food was going to be great.

“Pretty
nice." The dog said as he opened his coat. “You come here often?"

“Yeah,
when I'm too lazy to cook." replied Octo as he handed Max the menu.

“Nice,
they got black pepper chicken."

The
waitress came not long after and they gave her their order. Max noticed she was
flirting with Octo and the panther did the same. When she was gone, Max took
his water bottle and drank from it while eyeing the panther amusedly.

“What?"

“Nothing."
He shrugged. “You're gonna ask for her number?"

The
panther laughed. “Who do you think I am, Andy? She's nice, you know."

“Uh-huh.
And you're not."

“Bugger
off. Anyway, what do you want to talk about?"

His
grin fell. “Uh... I don't think we're in the right place to talk about it."

She
came again to the table bringing their drink. When Octo was about to say
something, Max kicked him under the table, making the panther shut his mouth.

When
she left, Octo glared at Max who tried to look as innocent as possible.

“Come
on!"

“Come
on what?"

“You
know what!"

Max gulped his iced tea and shrugged.

Looking
away, the dog scratched his muzzle. How was he going to bring that topic up? He
trusted Octo, really, but hell wasn't
he so embarrassed about this!

Leaning
forward, the panther looked at him with a grin. “So, lemme guess. You want
advice." He said, lowering his voice.

The dog
reluctantly nodded.

“You
want me to teach you how to pleasure Tom."

He shook
his head softly.

Octo
leant back on the seat, sipping his Campari and opening the two topmost buttons
of his shirt. “Well then, what is it?"

Max let
out a sigh, then finally looked up at the panther, fighting the urge to back
down. “I… uh… think I—wait, why are you opening your shirt?"

“It's
tight, you know."

Eyeing
the panther up and down, he narrowed his eyes. “You horny?"

“Good
joke, but no." He sipped his drink again and gave a content sigh. “Ah, nothing
beats Campari in the evening. So, what is it again?"

Deciding
that the panther wasn't going to tease him to death, he let out a sigh and
leant on the table. “I… I think I'm bi."

“Frankly,
a bit funny that you came around to it after you decided to go out with Tom." Octo
looked at him, leaning forward and smiling but his brows were furrowed. Max's
ears went down, but then the panther's gaze turned understanding. “Well then,
we're both bi."

The dog
scratched his nape. “I just… you know, never thought that I'm actually bi.
Tom's messing with my sexuality, ugh, but I dunno if that's a good thing or
not."

“Max,
look at me."

The dog
looked up at Octo. The panther was still smiling softly at him. “It's not a bad
thing. It just means you can love both genders. Do you like Tom?"

“I… yeah,
I like Tom."

“What
do you think about having sex with him?"

“…I…
don't think I can do that just yet…"

“Well,
not being weirded out is a good first step." Octo sipped his Campari. “It's
okay to doubt yourself. I didn't come to terms in just one night, too. I'm sure
you two will be a wonderful couple."

“But
that's the problem, Oct. It's been a month and we've never done anything."

“Does
Tom ask you to? Like, you know."

“No,
he's perfectly happy with what we do now, but it's nagging at me, you know.
He's my boyfriend and I can't do anything with him." He drank his iced tea.
“Well, I can, but... you know, I
don't do guys. You got any advice?"

The
panther snickered. “You sure you're not the one horny?"

“...yeah,
maybe I am."

“Hm."
Octo hummed. “Well, you said you can't take the first step, so how about
letting Tom do it? Or you can just start it by thinking he's a woman or
something."

“Uh...
it's..."

“Weird?"

He
gulped the rest of his iced tea. “Oh, come on! He's my boyfriend! I can't think
of anyone else while with him!" He retorted, somewhat offended.

“Okay,
okay. How about just letting him do it? If you have no problem being the one
under, that is. You don't, right?" He looked at the dog, worry in his voice.

Max
looked at him and sighed. This was Octo; he wouldn't suggest something to him
if he thought he wouldn't be comfortable with it. The dog just scratched his
cheek and looked away at the thought of being under Tom. As much as that made
him feel funny, maybe that was the best course of action he could do. He
couldn't do that, but Tom could.

He
trusted the wolf. Besides, it wasn't like he was going to be fucked in the arse
on their first time, right?

Right?

Even if
he were, he should learn to do it.

Their
food came after that, and Max pushed all those thoughts away. Now, he was to
enjoy dinner with his old friend first. He looked up; the panther looked at the
food in delight.

Dinner,
then catching up.

The
moment Tom opened the door, Max immediately went inside, took his jacket off,
then threw himself onto the sofa, moaning softly.

The
wolf just huffed in amusement and took his own scarf off. They'd just come home
from going out, which although they'd been doing that quite often in the past
month, still felt like their usual hangouts. Perhaps that was for the best; neither
of them looked like the type to show PDA.

He
opened the buttons of his shirt and sat down next to the dog, turning the
television on. “Weakling."

Max
looked up. “How the fuck can you still walk after that?!"

“After
what?"

“That!" the
dog rolled over. “We just walked through two malls and many more!"

“We
went to two museums and a mall, nothing much." He shrugged.

Max sat
up. “Nothing much my ass. God, my legs are killing me."

“Reckon
who's the dramatic one here."

The dog
laughed, then scooted closer and pulled him into his embrace. “Hehe, it's one
of my strong points."

Tom
rolled his eyes but did not move from his embrace, basking in Max's scent. “So,
you're tired or not?"

“Heh,
what do you think I am? I play football, you know."

“Exactly."
The wolf jabbed him softly on the side, then stood up and stretched. “I'm going
to have a shower. Also put these bags in the kitchen, I'll put them in their
cupboard later."

“Sure
thing, boss! Want me in the shower?"

Tom
looked at the dog, then grinned and put his hands over his chest in a grabbing
gesture. “Do you want to?"

The
snicker on the dog's face fell a bit as he embarrassedly scratched his nape.
“Uh, if you want?"

Laughing
softly, the wolf walked away. “Don't push yourself, mate."

Tom
took his clothes off and stepped into the shower area. For a while, he closed
his eyes and leant on the wall, deciding whether he should have a bath instead.
Letting out a sigh, he instead turned the shower on and adjusted the knob.

As warm
water rained down upon his body, his thoughts wandered away. For now,
everything was smooth, everything was working. Slowly, but still working. Max
was… obedient? The dog always followed his lead in the relationship. Not that the
dog never did things; sometimes he still teased Tom, but nothing much than
that. Sometimes he asked the wolf to go on a date, but not very often.

For Tom,
it wasn't important. They lived together; every day spent with him was a date.

He
wasn't complaining, but he wanted more. He knew it was selfish, but one could
hope. He understood that this was both their first time, so errors were meant
to be there. He'd like some relationship advice from Octo—heck, even Kevin if
he felt like it—but they'd been busy with work.

They
never went physical beyond cuddles. True, sometimes he touched the dog in a
non-sexual way while he was asleep, but only because he wasn't sure Max would
be okay if he were awake. It was creepy, he knew, but he never did something
too forward. He only softly stroked the dog's fur, feeling the strength inside,
relishing the warmth that he was no longer alone.

He
wanted to take it easy, to make the German Shepherd comfortable with their
relationship first. Even if the dog didn't want to get physical with him at all,
it would be okay. As long as they were together. Besides, the image of the dog
being half-naked was enough, he chuckled to himself. Those strong muscles,
those thick arms, they were enough to get him hard. While Max allowed the wolf
to touch him, Tom never went too far in fear of making Max uncomfortable. His
sex drive wasn't that high anyway.

He
opened his eyes and looked down, realising that he had been imagining about the
dog and that he was hard. The wolf chuckled to himself. When he felt like it, he
would give himself a wank in the bathroom, the image of Max being naked too
much for him. He was still a man with needs, yet he felt pathetic like this. As
a wolf, he should be more forward, but he didn't want to push the dog too far.

Taking
the shampoo, he fought the urge to wank and instead turned the shower off. For
a while, he let the water drip from his fur, then he poured the shampoo on his
hands and applied it to his body rather forcefully to get rid of the loose fur.
He wasn't one to use strongly scented shampoo like Martin; he preferred his own
body odour. It wasn't very strong like most wolves, but people could still
smell it when they were close.

He
heard some shuffling sound from the bedroom. Maybe Max was preparing to go to
sleep.

He
brushed his teeth as he turned the shower on, washing the shampoo away. After
this, it was just putting the supplies in the cupboard, then they could sleep. He
turned the water off and stood there, leaning forward on the wall to let the
water drip. Crap, he forgot to buy a new blower.

That
feeling of wanking off was back, but he quickly shook his body and stepped out
of the shower. He was too tired for that. He wiped his body with a towel, then
turned the blower on and let it dry himself while he combed his fluff to break
any knots. Seriously, sometimes he was tempted to trim it, but it was too
beautiful to be trimmed.

After
putting a fresh pair of underwear and pants on, he walked out of the shower
with the towel on his head, trying to cover his puffy post-shower fur,
especially his fluff. He was only getting comfortable being topless with Max.
Unlike him, the dog wasn't shy about his body—why would he—so it was only fair
if he did the same. Max asked him about his scars, and while Tom wasn't very
fond of explaining it, he still did because Max deserved to know. Afterwards,
it felt… rather refreshing, like he no longer had to carry the burden by
himself.

Now
dry, the wolf walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Max was lying
down on the bed, still in his clothes. The wolf threw the towel to the dog and chuckled.
“Go wash up before bed." He said as he put a t-shirt on.

The dog
only groaned into the pillow.

He
walked into the kitchen where Max put the groceries. They had bought quite a
lot; ever since he discovered the dog's food portion, he made sure to buy
thrice the usual amount, one for him and two for Max. He put Max's ungrounded
coffee beans in the cupboard above the coffee machine. They bought many kinds
of beans since they wanted to experiment more.

Also,
the amount of tea and coffee they bought surprised the cashier. Heh, they had
their reason, he thought to himself as he opened the packaging and put the tea
in its compartment.

Bread
to the upper cupboard, rice to the lower cupboard; shallot, onion, and garlic
to the lower cupboard; fish, eggs, and chicken to the refrigerator…

Kitchen
supplies, done. Next, bedroom and bathroom supplies. He took the plastic bag
and went to the bedroom. He'd put the bathroom supplies in tomorrow.

When he
was done, he plopped himself on the empty bed and took a deep breath, glad for
a month free of nightmares and bad memories. Living with Max really made him
happy.

He
smiled. Happy. Such a foreign emotion, but now he couldn't imagine his life
without the big, lovely, cute dog. He didn't care if Max didn't agree, he would
call him cute even if that were the last word he said.

Said
shepherd then came out from the bathroom, fur a bit fluffy with that familiar
fresh scent from his shampoo. He tossed the towel over his shoulder, not caring
about his puffy fur and nakedness. Tom strove to emulate that kind of
self-esteem. Max's tail waved cutely when he turned around and combed his fur,
his shapely arse presented to him invitingly. Tom just muffled a laugh.

“Done."
Max said after putting a pair of pants on, turning back at him.

Tom
looked up. “Nice, now get here and cuddle me with that poofy floof you have."
He chuckled, a bit amused from using Max's line. He knew he was the fluffy one,
and Max liked his fluff.

“Um,
actually…" The dog sat down across the bed and scratched his nape nervously,
his big ears half-mast. See? Cute.

“Hm?"

“I've
been thinking… uh… um… you know." He looked away. “I-it's been a month and… and
we never did anything…"

The
wolf was taken aback, but then his gaze softened. “Max… you know I don't want
to force you. It's okay."

“Yeah
but… um… I want it…"

Surprised,
his ears went straight and he sat up. “…you want it?"

“Yeah.
A-and it's not just because I want to please you… you know, I really want to
try it… but I don't know anything…" The dog then finally looked at him. “Teach
me…"

He was
sure he would be bleeding right now. Deep breath, in and out. So Max asked him
to do it… crap he was getting hard. He should be the one asking him, not like
this! “O-okay… uh… come here."

The dog
complied, but he saw hesitation there. Max sat next to him, then suddenly, he
crawled on top of the wolf, making him lie back on the bed as their gaze met
each other.

“M-Max…?"

Max
didn't reply. He only stared at the wolf below him with a timid but determined
look in his eyes. The clock on the wall was ticking, then the dog closed his
eyes and kissed the wolf.

Tom was
surprised at the kiss, but he complied and closed his eyes, not daring to touch
the dog on top of him. The kiss was quick, a chaste one. Then, he dared deepen
the kiss and Max allowed it, intertwining their tongues as they licked each
other.

Not
long after, they separated. The wolf stared at the big dog on top of him with
hazy eyes. Really… this was hot.

Max
gulped. “Lead me?"

Tom
closed his muzzle and nodded, then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Yes."

He
flipped them over so now he was on top of the dog, hands on both sides of his
head. He tried his best not to touch him, but it proved difficult. His body was
there, so bare, so touchable…

“Before
we start," he said while he was still aware of things. “I won't go too far. Say
stop if you want me to stop."

The dog
nodded.

“Also,
I know this is different from… from your usual thing. So, please don't force
yourself, okay?"

He
nodded again.

Tom
then licked his nose, almost playfully. Max closed his eyes. He could read the
hesitation on the other's face, but if Max wanted this, then who was he to
deny?

Softly,
he moved to lick his muzzle, his cheek. When his fur was flushed, he pulled
away and the dog gasped for air. He didn't know how far they would go tonight.
Who knew if they would have to wash the sheets tomorrow? But no matter how far,
he was happy.

He was
happy.

All
this time in his life, all those worries, all those suffering… they weren't for
nothing. He was happy now.

Toom
whispered to Max as he gripped the dog's shoulders. “Thank you, Max. Please
allow me."

Max
could only rasp softly. “Y-yes."