“Welcome to Casa de Pierce.” The blue Eagle shouted just as he opened the doors. Trailing not far behind, a small and lanky Golden Retriever clutched the strap of his duffel bag.

     “Are you sure about this?” The dog asked, “I don’t want to intrude…”

     Pierce guffawed. “Sure, sure, no problemo.” Pierce smiled at Noah as he continued to hold the door open. Meanwhile, the small dog clutched the strap tighter.

     This had all been a big mistake. Noah did not even shower at the court’s locker room, yet when the showers broke and the twice-his-size Eagle had offered him to go to his place, he had accepted all too quickly. It was true that they had bonded over the last couple of weeks, mostly in part due to the Eagle’s friendliness and his inability to not adopt the introvert dog under his wing. In fact, that day when Pierce first approached him with that very same smile plastered all over his face was the day when Noah started to harbor feelings for the bigger male. And now here he was, at his home.

     “I mean, wouldn’t—” Noah was cut short as Pierce pulled his wing around him and dragged him inside, quickly shutting the door with one of his talons. Leaving the small dog with no way out. With his wing still over the dog’s shoulder, Pierce continued to drag Noah further inside.

     The apartment, or more like a studio, was relatively small, similar to a hotel room in length (which explained how he was able to afford it by himself), but it was more than enough space for a single person to live comfortably. In fact, the kitchen, living room, and dining area shared pretty much the same space, with 2 doors lined up against the wall, likely the bathroom and the Eagle’s room.

     Pierce continued to guide his guest until they reached the “living room”, nothing more than a couple of couches, a table, and a TV lined up against the wall. Soon after, he removed his wing from his friend’s shoulder and dropped dead on the largest couch. “That was a tough game, wasn’t it?”

     “Huh? Oh, yeah, it sure was.”

     Pierce turned so that he was now lying on his back, noticing that his shy guest was still standing with his gaze looking down. Moreover, right next to the empty couch. He sighed, before standing up.

     “Um, Pierce…”

     “Take a seat.”

     “But—”

     Pierce then grabbed Noah tightly with both hands and forcibly lowered him onto the couch. “Mi casa es su casa.” He said with a terrible accent before flopping down on top of his stomach once again.

     Noah shifted on his seat, which squeaked with his movements. He shuddered. Fake leather, or whatever the couch was made of, would likely not handle his sweaty ass all over it. He turned towards his host to say something when something else caught his attention.

     Pierce, still lying on his stomach, used his talons to remove his shoes, leaving only a pair of socked talons hovering a couple of inches or so from the dog’s face. The white socks were completely drenched in sweat, unsurprising since they had just come from playing tennis, but there were several flashes of golden throughout them from several holes, some of them big enough to fit two or maybe even three of the dog’s fingers. Noah automatically opened his muzzle, not knowing if it was because he was trying to not breathe the pungent scent as easily, or if to attempt to dry of the big puddle of saliva forming inside his maws.

     What were the odds that he was doing it on purpose? After all, it was his home, so Pierce had to know how close they would be to him. But, then again, what if—

     “Noah?”

     “Huh?” The dog briefly snapped from his trance.

     Pierce slightly turned around before quickly sitting back up straight. “Oh no, I’m sorry, it’s just... I’m used to not wearing shoes inside. Here, let me put them back on.”

     Pierce reached for his shoes when the dog stopped him. “No, it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides, this is your house.”

     “I can even smell them from here. I’ve no idea how much they must have smelled from where you are.”

     It was true, they smelled. And bad. So bad that Noah wondered when was the last time they, or the shoes they were imprisoned in, were washed. Yet, it was also true that the small dog did not mind. “Nah, I tell you, they don’t. Besides, we dogs do not mind scents as much.”

     “Bull,” the Eagle called.

     “No, really.” Seeing that Pierce did not believe him, Noah did the only thing his horny mind could come up with at the moment. He leaned down to grab one of Pierce’s shoes and inserted his muzzle as far in as he could before breathing in. Three deep breaths later, Noah finally removed the shoe, still high on the scent. “See, they’re not that bad. Hell, mine probably smell even worse”

     The Eagle’s face went from a puzzled, and kind of concerned, look to a smug grin. “Oh, really? Then, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind smelling them straight from the source to prove it.”

     Noah was confused. He had never seen this side of his friend before, but still… He nodded his head and Pierce went back to lying on the couch, this time on his back, and propped his talons back up the armrest. Noah braced himself and pressed his snout right back in against one of the talons. He took a deep breath, the scent was definitely stronger, but before he could pull back, he felt the other talon grab him and hold him in place.

     “Five minutes,” Pierce said.

     That was more than he had intended, and while he did not know what would happen if he disobeyed, Noah closed his eyes and limited himself to breathing. Even if he felt like rubbing them all over his face, even if he felt like lapping all over that sole and nuzzling on each claw, he just kept on breathing. Savoring the scent and wondering and the things that could be. As time went on, and it became clear that he was leaving his place, the pressure behind his head diminished.

     Noah’s mind started to wander. What would have happened if he had not moved to this city? What would have happened if Pierce had not decided to adopt him? What would have happened if the showers had not broken this day? Would he have ever met someone like Pierce? And why was the bird doing this? Was he into this himself or was this just a way to show his domination over someone that he now saw as lesser…

     Noah slightly opened one eye and glanced in Pierce’s direction. The Eagle was busy looking at something on his phone. Noah then closed both eyes again. He did not know what Pierce was doing. Taking pictures to blackmail him later? Maybe, but… Noah took another deep breath. In the end, it didn’t matter. Pierce was not the kind of person to do that, and even if he were, the dog didn’t mind becoming his just to “protect” his secret. Besides, he could always just leave the city. Again. And maybe this time he would be able to find a Pierce he could call his own.

     Noah shifted on his seat and the other talon went back to rest on his head to keep him in place. His place. As wonderful as that sounded, that didn’t change the reason why it had happened. He was sporting a painful tent in his pants, but as much as he wanted to take care of it, he would not. Instead, he grabbed his dick and started to tighten his grip. Five minutes, that’s what Pierce had said, and good boys did as they were told.

     The pressure on his head lightened again, but before he could take another breath, the talon he had been nuzzling all this time left its place, unknowingly also pulling the mutt’s face forward as it did so. Noah opened his eyes. It was already dark.

     “Wow, how long—” Noah started to say, but Pierce just stood up. “Um, Pierce?”

     Without paying even the slightest attention to the mutt next to him, Pierce just left the room through the nearest door. Noah sighed. Guess he was leaving after—

     Noah felt something hitting him on the left side of his face before it dropped onto his lap. The dog picked up the piece of fabric and unfolded it, quickly realizing it was Pierce’s shirt. He looked to where it had come from only to see the nude body of the Eagle leaning against what looked like the bathroom’s door.

     “You can keep that, perv.” Noah blushed and Pierce laughed before turning around, leaving his entire back and butt exposed to the mutt. “Door’s open if you want to join.”

     And the dog followed, his tail trashing wildly right behind him.