Holiday Awakening 2

Holiday Awakening

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

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This story is a steamy holiday treat for consenting adult readers who enjoy tales of self-discovery, lust, and a little bit of fox-on-wolf action (and more). All characters are 18+, eager, and ready for the festivities. If you're not into explicit, yiff-filled adventures, or stories about a confused fox getting his world rocked, this might not be the tale for you.

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Chapter 2: Fireside Confession

The Reeves family home was a masterpiece of understated wealth, the kind of place that whispered its affluence rather than shouting it. A sweeping staircase dominated the foyer, its polished banister gleaming under the warm light of a crystal chandelier. Every surface seemed to glimmer, from the marble floors to the gold-framed paintings of serene landscapes that hung in perfect alignment along the walls. The dining room, however, was the real jewel of the house--long and elegant, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the snow-covered garden and a table that could comfortably seat twelve, though only three chairs were occupied tonight.

Dominic adjusted his tie as he entered, his footsteps muffled by the thick luxurious rug beneath the table. His mother, Eleanor Reeves, the esteemed mayor of Hollow Point, sat at the head of the table with the air of someone who owned not just the room, but the entire town. Her sleek black fur was perfectly groomed, her ears adorned with understated pearl earrings that somehow seemed more commanding than flashy. She was sipping from a crystal glass of red wine, her sharp blue eyes narrowing on Dominic the moment he stepped into the room.

"Ah, there you are," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I was beginning to think you were hiding upstairs. Sit down, darling. We've waited long enough."

His father, Garrett Reeves, sat at the other end of the table, the polar opposite of his wife's polished intensity. He was a greying fox, his fur softer, his features rounder, and his demeanour as unassuming as hers was commanding. He warmly looked up from his steak, offering only a broad smile as Dominic took his seat.

"Busy day, Mum?" Dominic asked, pulling out his chair and sitting stiffly. He knew the answer before she even spoke.

"Always," Eleanor said, setting down her glass. "I swear, running this town is like running a circus. Between the town council's incompetence and this ridiculous primary coming up, I'm the only one keeping things from falling apart."

Dominic suppressed a sigh, focusing instead on the plate of food laid out in front of him: perfectly roasted chicken, mashed potatoes so smooth they could have been churned by angels, and steamed green beans that still glistened with butter. Dinner at home was always flawless, just like everything else about the Reeves household.

"And those two," Eleanor continued, her voice sharpening. "That gay couple. What were their names again, Garrett?"

"Uh..." Garrett paused mid-chew, blinking as he searched for an answer. "Jameson and Bennett, I think?"

"Right. Jameson and Bennett. Do they really think they stand a chance against me? A couple of men playing house with no children, no connection to the community? It's laughable." She leaned back in her chair, smirking. "This town knows what it needs: stability. Family. The kind of values they can trust."

Dominic stabbed at his chicken with a little more force than necessary. "They've lived here for years, haven't they? Isn't that a connection?"

Eleanor's gaze flicked to him, one brow arching. "Oh, Dominic, don't be naïve. Living here isn't enough. People want leaders who reflect their lives. What do they know about running a town when they can't even manage a family?"

Garrett cleared his throat softly. "I think what your mother's saying is that the town prefers a certain... image."

Dominic didn't reply, swallowing back the urge to say something that would turn dinner into a full-blown debate. Instead, he pushed his food around his plate, letting the conversation wash over him as his parents shifted to other topics: his mother's campaign, his father's latest golf game, and the new shops opening downtown.

"And you, darling," Eleanor said suddenly, her tone turning pointed. "You're such a perfect example of what this town needs. Straight-A student, first-chair oboist, a lovely girlfriend--Claire is such a darling girl. Speaking of which..." Her smile sharpened, her blue eyes pinning him like a hawk's. "When are you planning to get engaged?"

The fork in Dominic's hand slipped, clattering against his plate. His cheeks burned as both his parents turned their attention to him.

"I, uh..." He cleared his throat, reaching for his glass of water. "I'm focusing on school right now. And Claire's focused on her own stuff."

"Oh, I'm sure she'd make time for a proposal," Eleanor said breezily. "You've been together long enough, haven't you? People notice these things, Dominic. A young couple like you should be planning their future, not dragging their feet."

Garrett hummed softly, his tone neutral. "It's a lot of pressure, Eleanor. Let the boy enjoy his youth."

Eleanor waved a paw dismissively. "Oh, nonsense. Ambition isn't pressure--it's purpose. And Dominic has always had purpose."

Dominic wanted to sink into his chair, but the discomfort only grew when Eleanor leaned forward, her tone dropping conspiratorially. "Speaking of which..." She reached under the table and slid something across the surface toward him. Dominic blinked, staring at the box of condoms now sitting in front of him.

"I thought you might have forgotten to stock up at university," Eleanor said, her voice perfectly composed. "You and Claire are young, and I know how these things go, but let me be clear, Dominic: do not knock her up before you're married. We cannot handle that kind of scandal."

"Mum!" Dominic hissed, his face burning. He shoved the box back toward her, his tail flicking anxiously under the table.

"I'm serious," she said, pinning the box in place. "Promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise!" Dominic stammered, grabbing the box and shoving it into his pocket.

"Good boy," Eleanor said, leaning back with a satisfied smile. "Now, give your mother a kiss before you go."

Reluctantly, Dominic leaned over, brushing a quick kiss against her cheek before standing so abruptly his chair scraped against the floor. "I'm going to see Briar," he muttered, desperate to escape.

Eleanor clicked her tongue. "That boy is a bad influence."

Garrett chuckled softly, setting his fork down. "It's good for him to see friends, Eleanor. Let the boy breathe."

"Fine, but don't drink and drive," she called after Dominic as he fled the dining room.

The cold seized him the moment he stepped outside, an icy wind threading through his coat and scarf. Snow muffled his footsteps, and the only sound was the faint crunch of it beneath his boots. Hollow Point in winter was picturesque, the kind of town that made people sigh wistfully--neatly lined streets, glowing lampposts, and houses adorned with precise, tasteful decorations to honour the Winter Solstice. Even the Reeves' home looked inviting from the outside, its frosted windows glowing with light. It was a façade, of course, but an effective one. The kind of place people admired without ever looking too closely.

Dominic shoved his hands deep into his coat pockets, his fingers brushing against the box of condoms. He grimaced, his mother's sharp tone replaying in his mind. Do not knock her up before you're married. It wasn't advice--it was an order, like everything else she said.

He sighed, watching his breath curl into a fleeting mist before fading into the night.

In the Reeves family, being golden wasn't a goal--it was a birthright. Dominic wasn't a trailblazer; he was simply keeping pace with the brilliance of his brothers. Paul, the eldest, had carved a path in politics, already holding a position in parliament with whispered promises of leadership in his future. His residence in the capital was practical, a necessary part of his career, and thus acceptable in their mother's eyes.

William, however, was a different story. The middle child, he'd excelled in academics and built a shining career as a dentist and oral surgeon. On paper, he should have been her favourite--a shining example of professional success. But Eleanor had always been quick to highlight the ways he fell short. His decision to live far from Hollow Point and dedicate his practice to "the poor," as she so disdainfully put it, felt to her like abandonment. And worse, despite being married for years, William and his wife still had no children. That failure overshadowed everything else in her eyes. What was the point of success, she often said, if it didn't strengthen the family's legacy?

Next to them, Dominic's role felt simple: keep his nose clean, marry well, and settle into the kind of picture-perfect life that reinforced the family's image. He had neither the public ambition of Paul nor the precision of William, and his achievements--a promising musician, a philosophy student--weren't ones Eleanor cared to brag about at dinner parties. But at least he hadn't failed her yet. That was the unspoken rule: he didn't need to outshine his brothers, but he had to stay respectable.

Dominic glanced up at the night sky, the stars dim against the soft glow of the town's lights. When he was younger, he had wanted to play sports--football, basketball, anything that let him run drills and exchange sweaty high-fives like Briar and the other kids. But his parents had decided otherwise.

"Sports are fine for hobbies," his mother had said, "but you're better than that. You need something that will set you apart. Something with refinement."

That something had been the oboe.

At first, he hated it. The awkward grip, the incessant squeaking, the hours of practice spent alone while his friends played outside. But over time, he came to love it--the way the reed vibrated between his lips, the melancholy tone that poured out when he played. It became his escape, the only thing that ever felt truly his, even if he hadn't chosen it. He adjusted his scarf as the wind picked up, his tail curling against his legs for warmth. He wasn't unhappy with his life, not really. He liked the oboe. He liked being good at school. And he loved Claire. His chest tightened at the thought of her, guilt creeping in like frost settling on a windowpane. She was everything anyone could want in a girlfriend: sweet, funny, and effortlessly beautiful, with warm brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed. She was the kind of girl people fell in love with without even trying.

He remembered their first date like it was yesterday. A trip to the movies--safe, unassuming, and entirely orchestrated by their parents. Her father, a prominent businessman, had practically beamed when the mayor's son took an interest in his daughter. But Dominic hadn't minded. Claire had shown up in a red sweater and jeans, her hair loose around her shoulders, smiling at him like he was the only person in the world. They'd watched some forgettable rom-com, but he couldn't have cared less. All he could focus on was the way her hand brushed his when she reached for the popcorn, the lightest touch sending a jolt through his whole body. His palms had been sweating the entire time, but when she leaned in to kiss him after the movie--her lips soft and tentative--he'd felt invincible, like he'd won the lottery.

That was Claire. Warm, kind, easy to love. So why did he feel like he was falling apart?

Dominic's boots slipped on an icy patch, the sudden jolt snapping him back to the present. He steadied himself with a sharp inhale, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets as the wind whipped around him, biting through his scarf. He could still feel the phantom touch of Claire's kiss, but it didn't soothe him. If anything, it just made the guilt worse.

He couldn't stop thinking about his mother. About what she'd say if she knew. Not just about the cheating--that was bad enough--but about the fact that it had been with males. Her disdain for the gay couple running against her was proof enough of what she thought about people like them.

"This town needs stability," she'd said. "Family. The kind of values they can trust."

Would she still see him as the perfect son if she knew? Knew that he couldn't stop replaying the Labrador at that party who had swallowed his cock like it was nothing, or the snow leopard in the restroom who'd dropped to his knees without hesitation? Dominic's tail flicked against his legs, his body tensing as shame coursed through him, hot and biting even in the freezing air.

He trudged on, his boots crunching over packed snow, each step heavier than the last. The cold seeped through his soles, biting at his toes, but he barely noticed. His breath fogged in the air, swirling like the tangled thoughts in his head--confusion, guilt, yearning--all circling endlessly with no resolution in sight.

Ahead, the faint outline of the bridge came into view, its frozen edges glinting under the pale light. It beckoned like a brief reprieve, a place where he could stop and let the cold numb everything he couldn't seem to push away.

He needed to talk to someone--needed Briar.

Briar had been his best friend for years, the kind of friend who felt more like family. Dominic could always count on him--steady, confident, and unshakable. They'd spent endless afternoons shooting hoops in Briar's driveway, their laughter ringing out into the neighbourhood. Briar was the guy who could light up a room without even trying, his cocky grin and easygoing charm making him impossible not to like.

That was what Dominic needed now: Briar's grounding presence. Someone who wouldn't judge him, who wouldn't overthink things the way Dominic did. He didn't want advice, exactly--just the chance to let it all out, to say the things he couldn't even admit to himself without hearing them echo back in his mind.

The bridge loomed ahead, its wooden planks dusted with snow and its railings rimed with frost. A sluggish stream trickled below, its surface broken where the ice hadn't yet taken hold. Dominic paused at the railing, gripping the cold wood as he stared down at the water.

For a moment, his mind drifted. The bridge reminded him of another night, another moment when life had felt heavier than usual. He closed his eyes, his breath steaming in the air, and let the memory take him.

It had been the summer before university, one of those impossibly warm, golden evenings when the air buzzed with cicadas and the faint scent of wildflowers lingered in the breeze. Claire had taken his paw and led him out to the clearing behind her house, her touch light but insistent.

She'd been wearing a yellow sundress with tiny white flowers, the hem brushing against her thighs as she moved barefoot through the tall grass. Her golden-brown fur seemed to glow in the fading light, and her warm brown eyes sparkled with something he couldn't quite name--something shy yet resolute.

They'd stopped in the centre of the clearing where a blanket had been spread out, the fabric rumpled from where she'd smoothed it down earlier. She turned to face him, her cheeks flushed beneath her fur, her ears flicking nervously.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked, his voice trembling as much with fear as excitement.

Claire's paw brushed his cheek, the touch featherlight yet grounding. "Yeah," she whispered, her tone soft but sure. "I'm sure. Are you?"

His heart had been pounding, his breath caught somewhere between his chest and his throat. But when he looked at her--really looked--there was no hesitation in her eyes, no trace of doubt. Somehow, that steadied him. "Yeah," he'd whispered back, his voice barely audible. "I'm sure." She smiled, then leaned up to kiss him. Her lips were soft and tentative at first, a gentle brush that melted into something deeper as her paw slipped to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. From there, everything had felt like it moved in slow motion and all at once. Their laughter had been soft and nervous as they fumbled with buttons and zippers, neither of them quite sure how to proceed but unwilling to stop. Her dress slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, and Dominic felt his breath hitch at the sight of her. Her slim frame, accentuated by subtle curves, seemed ethereal in the moonlight. Her fur gleamed, her breasts bare and perfectly round, nipples already stiff as they peeked through the soft gold of her chest. His eyes drifted lower, taking in her flat stomach and the darker tuft of fur between her thighs, where faint pink glistened with her arousal.

"You're staring," she teased, her voice trembling, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

"Sorry," he stammered, his ears burning. "You're just... beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn't look away. Instead, she lay back on the blanket, her legs parting slightly, the movement both deliberate and shy. "Come here," she whispered, her voice low and inviting.Dominic knelt between her thighs, his paws trembling as they brushed against her fur, exploring the soft curve of her legs. The scent of her hit him--warm, musky, earthy--and made his head spin. He ran a paw along her thigh, his thumb tracing gently over her slick slit. Claire gasped softly, her hips twitching beneath his touch. He spread her folds gently, the delicate pink of her entrance glistening under the moonlight. Gripping his cock, Dominic's breath hitched as he reached for the condom, fumbling slightly with the small packet. His ears burned as he tore it open, the latex cool against his fingers as he rolled it carefully down his length.

"Prepared, huh?" Claire teased softly, her cheeks flushing as she watched him.

He let out a nervous laugh. "My mum's been making me carry one since our first date," he admitted, his voice tinged with embarrassment.

Claire snorted, rolling her eyes. "Of course she has. I should've guessed."

Despite himself, Dominic smiled, the tension between them easing just a little. "I guess it's one thing she was right about," he said, his cheeks burning as he positioned himself again. Dominic lined himself up, his cock throbbing as he adjusted the condom with one paw to make sure it fit snugly. He pressed forward, his slicked length teasing her folds before the tip caught at her entrance. Unable to hold back, he pushed too hard, the thick head slipping inside her with a wet stretch that made Claire gasp sharply. Her claws dug into his arms, her body tensing as her walls gripped him tightly, her thighs twitching against his sides.

"Wait," Claire gasped, her paws clutching his arms.

He froze immediately, panic rushing over him. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

She nodded quickly, her voice steady despite the tension. "Just... slower."

"Sorry," he murmured, adjusting his angle and easing himself in with excruciating care. Inch by inch, her body opened to him, the warmth and wetness drawing him in until he was fully seated, their hips flush.

"Dom," she breathed, her voice thick with wonder. "You feel... gods, you feel so good."

"You too," he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper as he fought to stay still, giving her time to adjust. She nodded, her paws sliding to his back, urging him closer. Slowly, he began to move, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened, the slick glide of her walls making his head spin. Claire's soft moans filled the air, her hips rising to meet his, her paws gripping him like she couldn't bear to let go. Her breasts brushed against his chest, her nipples stiff against his fur as he leaned down to kiss her. Each movement felt monumental, every sensation amplified by the intimacy of the moment.

When his knot began to swell, she gasped, her claws digging into his back. "Dom," she whimpered, her voice trembling. "I can feel it."

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with worry and arousal.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes locking onto his. "Don't stop."

But his mother's voice echoed in his mind, sharp and commanding: "Be careful, Dominic. Your knot will break a condom, and you don't want to be responsible for that kind of mistake." He hesitated, his thrusts faltering as he felt his knot pressing insistently against her entrance. Claire clung to him, her body arching beneath his as she whimpered softly, the sound desperate and pleading.

"Please," she whispered, her eyes wide and glassy. "I want all of you. I can take it."

Dominic's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in her voice, but the weight of his mother's warning held him back. "I--I can't," he stammered, his voice trembling as he withdrew slightly, his knot swelling fully outside of her.

She gasped again, her hips jerking against him. "Dom, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I can feel it. I need it."

He shook his head, his jaw tightening as he reached down with one paw to grip the base of his cock, holding his knot firmly to keep it from slipping inside. The sensation was maddening, his cock throbbing painfully as his release built to an unbearable peak.

"Claire," he murmured, his voice thick with regret and desire. "I can't risk it."

Her claws raked lightly over his back, a mix of frustration and need in her touch. "You're driving me crazy," she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck.

"I'm sorry," he managed, his breath hitching as he thrust shallowly, his knot teasing her entrance but never pushing through. His cock twitched violently, his release hitting him like a tidal wave. He groaned her name as he spilled into the condom, the latex straining with the force of his orgasm.

Claire's body shuddered beneath him, her own climax rippling through her as she clung to him. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure, but there was a flicker of disappointment as she glanced down between them.

"You're so big," she murmured, her paw brushing against his knot, still swollen and pulsing outside of her. "It's not fair."

Dominic chuckled softly, though his cheeks burned with shame and longing. "It's safer this way," he said, his voice hoarse. "I didn't want to hurt you--or risk anything."

She sighed, her frustration melting into a soft smile as she leaned up to kiss him. "You're too careful, Dom."

He didn't reply, instead focusing on the gentle press of her lips against his and the steady beat of her heart beneath him.

A loud splash shattered the memory, and Dominic jolted back to the present as a truck rumbled across the bridge, spraying icy water onto the planks--and onto him. "Shit!" he yelped, stumbling back as the freezing water soaked his legs. His cock, which had been hard and throbbing moments ago, shrank instantly, retreating into his sheath as the cold seeped into his fur. He groaned, shaking his legs out and muttering curses under his breath. Adjusting his scarf and shoving his paws deeper into his pockets, he started walking again, the chill gnawing at his patience.

On the far side of the bridge, the neighbourhood began to shift. The manicured perfection of his own street gave way to something humbler, quieter. The houses here were smaller, closer together, their roofs dusted with snow and their driveways edged with uneven patches of frost. Holiday lights--less coordinated but somehow more charming--hung from porches and gutters. The air smelled faintly of wood smoke, and somewhere in the distance, the sound of a dog barking broke the stillness. Dominic's boots crunched against the thin layer of snow as he turned onto Briar's street. His breath puffed visibly in the frigid air as he passed cars parked haphazardly along the curb, their windshields frosted over. Briar's house came into view--a modest, two-storey home with a porch light glowing faintly above the door. The light cast a warm halo against the cold, inviting in a way Dominic's own home never felt.

He climbed the short set of steps and knocked on the door, his knuckles brushing against the chipped paint. For a moment, the only sound was the distant hum of a truck now disappearing down the road, leaving him alone in the quiet. He shifted from one foot to the other, feeling the cold creep up his legs as he waited. The sound of footsteps reached him just before the door creaked open, revealing Briar standing in the doorway. The wolf was dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a hoodie, his paw gripping the edge of the door as he squinted out into the night.

"Hey!" Briar said, his voice laced with both surprise and concern. "What the hell are you doing out here? You look like you've been attacked by a snowplough."

"Just... needed to get out," Dominic muttered, his breath fogging as he stepped inside. The warmth of the house hit him like a wall, a sharp contrast to the biting cold outside.

Briar closed the door behind him, shaking his head. "Well, come on, get that coat off before you freeze solid."

Dominic peeled off his coat and scarf, handing them to Briar, who tossed them onto a hook near the door. His fur, still damp from the icy splash, clung to his body in patches, and he resisted the urge to shiver as he followed Briar into the living room. The room was small but cosy, the fire crackling in the hearth casting flickering shadows on the walls. A well-loved couch sat in the centre, its cushions sagging slightly but inviting nonetheless. Dominic sank onto the couch, leaning forward to let the warmth of the fire chase away the chill that had settled in his bones. Briar followed, dropping into the seat next to him with a lazy, fluid motion that seemed to contrast Dominic's tense posture. The wolf leaned back, stretching one leg out while the other draped over the armrest. He pulled his hoodie tighter around himself, his paw resting casually on his thigh. "You wanna tell me what's going on?" Briar asked, his voice steady but curious. His sharp eyes softened as he watched Dominic, who was staring into the flames like they held all the answers he couldn't find. Dominic shifted, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward, his thoughts tangling in his head.

"Dom," Briar said, his deep voice cutting through the haze in Dominic's mind.

The sound jolted him. Briar was the only one who called him that--always had been. The way his name rolled off Briar's tongue, low and familiar, sent a shiver down his spine. His sheath pulsed, a faint throb that made his tail twitch against the couch cushions. "So..," Briar said again, leaning forward slightly, his blue eyes catching the flicker of the firelight. "Is something on your mind, or are you just gonna sit there all night brooding?" Dominic swallowed hard, his fingers gripping his knees like they were the only thing keeping him grounded. His throat felt tight, his thoughts tangled, but Briar's voice--steady, warm, his--pulled him back.

"I don't even know where to start," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the fire's crackle.

Briar tilted his head, his ears flicking slightly as he studied Dominic. "Start wherever you need to," he said simply, his tone easy but unwavering.

Dominic's chest tightened, his heart pounding as he tried to find the words. He looked at Briar again, and for the first time, he really saw him. The strong line of his jaw, the sharp angles softened by the golden glow of the fire. The way his fur caught the light, making the grey shimmer with flecks of silver. His scent--gods, his scent--earthy and musky, mixed with the faint tang of woodsmoke and something distinctly Briar. Dominic felt a stirring in his sheath again, faint but insistent, and he squeezed his knees together, desperate to ignore it. What's wrong with me? he thought, his ears flicking back. This was Briar--his best friend, the one person who had always been there for him. He wasn't supposed to notice these things. Wasn't supposed to feel this way.

But he did.

Briar tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes narrowing as he studied Dominic. "You look like you're gonna throw up," he said, his voice softer now. "Come on, Dom. Whatever it is, you can tell me." There was something in the way he said it--Dom-- it sent another pulse through Dominic's cock. He could feel himself swelling in his sheath, a faint wetness starting to gather at the tip. He shifted again, his face burning as he tried to focus on anything other than the heat pooling low in his belly.

"I've done something terrible," Dominic said suddenly, his voice cracking.

Briar's ears twitched, his expression sharpening. "Terrible how?"

Dominic looked away, staring into the fire as if it might burn away the words before he had to say them. "I cheated on Claire," he said finally, the confession spilling out like a jagged wound tearing open.

The words sat heavy in the air, and Dominic felt like they might crush him. He couldn't bring himself to look at Briar, couldn't bear to see the judgment he was sure would be there. But when Briar spoke, his voice was calm. "Okay," he said, his tone steady. "What happened?"

Dominic's breath hitched, his paws gripping his knees tighter. "It wasn't just cheating," he admitted, his voice trembling. "It was with a guy." He forced the words out before he could stop himself, his chest tightening as they hung in the air. The shame, the guilt, the confusion--it all hit him at once, like a tidal wave he couldn't escape. Briar didn't respond right away, and Dominic risked a glance at him. The wolf's expression was unreadable, his ears perked, his blue eyes steady.

"Alright," Briar said after a beat, his voice even. "And?"

Dominic's tail flicked anxiously behind him, his claws digging into his knees. "And... I don't know what it means," he said, his voice breaking. "I love Claire. I do. But those moments... those nights... I can't stop thinking about them. About him. About what I felt." His breath came faster, his chest heaving as he fought to hold himself together. "I'm supposed to be perfect, Briar. The perfect son, the perfect boyfriend, the perfect everything. But I'm not. I'm... I'm falling apart."

Briar leaned forward slightly, his paws resting on his knees. "Dom," he said softly, and the sound of his name sent another shiver through Dominic, this one almost painful.

Dominic looked at him, his vision blurring with unshed tears. "I don't know what to do," he whispered. "I don't know who I am anymore."

Briar sighed, his ears flicking back slightly as he reached out, his paw resting lightly on Dominic's shoulder. His touch was warm, solid, grounding. "No one expects you to be perfect," he said, his voice low and steady. Dominic turned to look at him, his expression crumbling into disbelief. Briar held his gaze and smirked faintly. "Okay," he amended, "no one reasonable expects you to be perfect. No one is." Dominic's ears flattened slightly, his body tense as he processed Briar's words. You don't have to have everything figured out tonight," Briar continued, his paw giving Dominic's shoulder a firm squeeze. "And you don't have to do it alone, either. I'm here. Whatever you're going through, whatever you need--I've got you. Always."

The words hung between them, warm and steady, a lifeline in the chaos swirling inside Dominic. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet crackle of the fire filling the space between them. Dominic's breath hitched, his chest tightening as Briar's words sank in. He felt the tension in the room shift, the air growing warmer, heavier. Briar's blue eyes stayed locked on his, unwavering, and Dominic felt something stir in him again--something he wasn't sure he could control. "Briar..." he started, his voice trembling, but he didn't know what he was going to say.

Briar's paw squeezed his shoulder gently, his touch firm but reassuring. "It's okay, Dom," he said softly,

The fire crackled in the silence, its warmth wrapping around them, but Dominic felt like he was on the edge of a precipice, the ground crumbling beneath him. And for the first time, he didn't know if he wanted to step back or fall. "Dom," Briar said again, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a lifeline. His paw squeezed Dominic's shoulder, grounding him, steadying him. "You said you cheated. Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Dominic swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I... I don't know if I can."

Briar's blue eyes stayed locked on his, calm and unwavering. "It's me, Dom," he said softly, the weight of his voice settling in Dominic's chest. "You can trust me. How many times?"

Dominic looked down, his paws tightening on his knees. "Twice," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Two different guys."

Briar leaned back slightly, giving Dominic space but not breaking the connection between them. "What happened?" he asked, his tone careful, like he was trying not to push too hard.

Dominic hesitated, his breath hitching as the memories flickered to life in his mind. He could feel the heat rushing to his face, the shame tightening in his chest. "The first time... it was at a party," he started, his voice trembling. "I'd had a few drinks, and this guy--he was a Labrador--he started talking to me. Flirting."

Briar didn't react, his expression unreadable but focused.

"I didn't think anything of it at first," Dominic continued, his gaze fixed on the floor. "But then he kissed me. And I didn't stop him. I couldn't. It just... it felt so good."

He swallowed, his voice thick with emotion. "We ended up in his car. He pulled me into the backseat, and..." He trailed off, his ears flattening as he shook his head. "It happened so fast. He--he went down on me. I came harder than I ever have in my life."

The room felt stifling, the warmth of the fire suddenly too much. Dominic shifted uncomfortably, his tail flicking against the cushions.

"And the second time?" Briar asked, his voice steady but quieter.

Dominic hesitated again, his claws digging into his palms. "It was just a few hours ago, at the train station. I'd just gotten back in town, and I went to the restroom. There was this snow leopard. He was... confident. He didn't even ask, just dropped to his knees like it was the most natural thing in the world."

He closed his eyes, his breath coming faster as the memory threatened to overwhelm him. "I didn't even try to stop him. I just let it happen. And when he was done, I... I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin."

Briar tilted his head, his ears flicking slightly. "Because you liked it?" he asked, his tone free of judgment.

Dominic nodded, his face burning. "Yeah," he whispered. "Because I liked it. Too much."

The silence stretched between them, heavy and charged. Dominic could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of his confession pressing down on him. He risked a glance at Briar, expecting disgust or pity, but there was none of that in his friend's face.

Briar was watching him intently, his blue eyes sharp but kind. "You've got nothing to be ashamed of," he said finally, his voice quiet but firm.

Dominic's words came out in a rush, his voice trembling. "My whole life... it's all about being what they want me to be. My parents, this image they've built. Everything I do is for them. To keep them happy, to make them proud. And if they knew..." He trailed off, his breath hitching as he ran a paw through his fur, gripping at his head like he was trying to hold himself together. "Gods, Briar, if they knew..."

"Fuck what your parents think," Briar said bluntly, leaning forward. His paw rested on Dominic's shoulder again, the touch firm and grounding. "This isn't about them. It's about you. You've spent your whole life being what everyone else wants you to be. Maybe it's time to figure out what you want."

Dominic looked at him, his vision blurring with unshed tears. "I don't even know where to start," he admitted, his voice trembling.

Briar met his gaze, his expression calm and certain. "You don't have to. Just breathe. I've got you."

Dominic's breath caught as Briar's eyes lingered on him, something in them he'd never noticed before--or maybe never let himself see. There was a kind of hunger there, quiet but unmistakable, and it made his chest tighten. His sheath pulsed faintly, and he gritted his teeth, willing himself to stay grounded. Briar didn't move, his paw warm and solid on Dominic's shoulder. The moment stretched between them, silent and taut, until Dominic felt like he might shatter under the weight of it. "Dom," Briar finally said, ,"You said it happened twice. Did you like it?"

Dominic froze, his throat tightening. "I... I don't know," he lied, though the answer was screaming in the back of his mind.

Briar tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes narrowing as he watched Dominic. "That's bullshit," he said calmly. "You know. So, was it better? Worse? The same as with Claire?"

The question knocked the air out of Dominic. He shifted back instinctively, but Briar's paw stayed firm on his shoulder, grounding him. "I can't--"

"Yes, you can," Briar interrupted, his voice steady. "Dom, I'm not here to judge you. I just want to help you figure this out. So tell me--how did it feel?"

Dominic swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the fire. The warmth of the flames did nothing to ease the chill in his chest, the guilt twisting his stomach into knots. "It was..." He hesitated, his voice trembling. "It was amazing."

Briar didn't react, just nodded slowly. "Okay. And compared to Claire?"

Dominic's ears flattened, his tail twitching nervously against the couch. "It's different," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "With Claire, it's... nice. Sweet. But with them, it was--" He broke off, his face burning.

"Raw?" Briar supplied, his voice soft.

Dominic nodded, unable to look at him. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Raw. Intense. Like nothing I've ever felt before."

The silence that followed felt heavy, but Briar didn't press. He let Dominic sit with his words, his paw still steady on his shoulder, his presence solid and reassuring.

"Does Claire know?" Briar asked finally, breaking the silence.

Dominic shook his head quickly, his ears flicking back. "No. Gods, no. She'd never forgive me."

Briar leaned back slightly, his paw dropping away, but his gaze stayed fixed on Dominic. "Do you want to tell her?"

The question made Dominic's stomach churn. He felt sick just thinking about it. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice trembling. "What if she leaves me? What if I ruin everything?"

Briar tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "What if you don't?" he asked simply.

Dominic looked at him, his heart pounding. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Briar said, leaning forward, "what if you don't tell her? What if you just... bury this and go back to pretending everything's fine?"

Dominic's breath hitched, his chest tightening. "I can't," he whispered. "I can't just pretend. Not after this."

Briar nodded slowly, his blue eyes softening. "Then you've got a choice to make," he said. "You can tell her and deal with whatever comes, or you can end things now and figure out what you want without dragging her through it. Either way, you need to decide, Dom. You can't keep living like this."

The weight of Briar's words settled over him, heavy and unyielding. Dominic's mind raced, his thoughts tangled and chaotic. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, the ground crumbling beneath him, and he didn't know which way to go.

"I don't know what to do," he admitted finally, his voice breaking.

"It's okay," Briar said softly, his thumb brushing against Dominic's shoulder. "You're allowed to be confused. You're allowed to not have all the answers. But whatever you decide, just know I've got your back."

The words struck deep, his chest tightening as he fought back the tears threatening to spill over. Briar's voice, his touch, his presence--it overwhelmed Dominic, leaving him raw and unsteady.

For the first time, Dominic let himself really see Briar--the way the firelight flickered across his sharp features, the faint scruff along his jaw, the soft, understanding warmth in his blue eyes. The way his scent filled the room, earthy and musky, tinged with the faintest hint of woodsmoke.

His heart pounded, his breath hitching as he felt the tension between them shift, the air growing warmer, heavier. He wasn't ready to name what he was feeling, but it was there, undeniable, pulling at him like a tide he couldn't escape.

And for the first time, he thought he might not want to.

Dominic shifted uncomfortably, his chest tight, his heart pounding in ways he couldn't name. Briar's steady paw on his shoulder, the warmth of his voice, the way he said Dom--it was all too much. He needed to pull himself together, to stop his thoughts from spiralling into places they shouldn't go.

"What about you?" Dominic asked abruptly, his voice sharper than he intended.

Briar tilted his head, his paw slipping away as he studied Dominic with quiet curiosity. "What about me?"

"How did you know?" Dominic clarified, his words tumbling out in a rush. "That you were... you know." He gestured vaguely, his ears flattening as he avoided Briar's gaze.

Briar leaned back on the couch, his arm draped lazily over the backrest. "Gay?" he asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Dominic nodded quickly, heat rising to his cheeks. "Yeah. That."

The smirk faded into something softer, more thoughtful, as Briar scratched the back of his neck. "Honestly? I think I always kind of knew," he said, his voice low and easy. "But if you're asking when it clicked--when I couldn't deny it anymore--that'd be junior year of high school."

Dominic blinked, his ears perking slightly despite himself. "Junior year?"

"Yup," Briar said, leaning back further, his hoodie riding up just enough to expose a sliver of fur along his waistline. Dominic's eyes flicked away quickly, his throat tightening.

"There was this guy," Briar continued, his voice growing more animated. "Matt. He was on the basketball team. Senior year, total jock. We'd been friends for a while, but one night, after practice, he asked if I wanted to hang out. Just the two of us. I didn't think anything of it--thought we were just gonna shoot some hoops, maybe grab food after. But nah. Turns out Matt had other ideas."

Dominic's brow furrowed, his tail flicking against the couch. "What kind of ideas?"

Briar's grin widened, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. "The kind that involved locking the gym doors and seeing how fast he could get me out of my jersey."

Dominic's ears flattened, his face burning. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah," Briar said with a chuckle, his tail wagging slightly. "Caught me completely off guard. But he was confident, you know? Like, he wasn't awkward about it at all. He just... kissed me. And, Dom, I'm telling you--it was the best damn kiss of my life."

Dominic swallowed hard, his chest tightening. "And you... liked it?"

"Hell yeah, I liked it," Briar said, his voice warm with fondness. "I didn't know what the fuck I was doing, but Matt didn't care. He just kept going, kissing me, touching me. By the time he got me out of my jersey, I was already hard as a rock."

Dominic's stomach churned, his thoughts whirling as he imagined the scene. He shifted uncomfortably, his sheath pulsing faintly, and clenched his paws to ground himself.

"What happened next?" Dominic asked, his voice quieter now.

Briar's grin softened, and he glanced toward the fire. "He went down on me," he said, his tone almost wistful. "Right there in the gym. I didn't even know I could feel that good. He was patient, took his time. Made me feel comfortable."

Dominic's ears flicked back, his breath catching. "And that's when you knew?"

"Pretty much," Briar said with a shrug. "I mean, I guess I'd been curious before that, but Matt made it real. After that, there was no denying it--I liked guys. Simple as that."

Dominic stared at the fire, his mind racing. He couldn't imagine being that sure of anything, let alone something so... complicated.

"You're lucky," Dominic said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Briar tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "Why's that?"

"Because you figured it out," Dominic said, his ears flattening. "You had someone who made it... easy. For me, it's just..." He trailed off, his voice breaking.

"Messy?" Briar supplied gently.

Dominic nodded, his chest tightening. "Yeah. Messy. And I hate it. I hate not knowing who I am, what I want, what I'm supposed to do."

Briar leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but steady. "Dom, nobody has all the answers right away. And nobody's `supposed' to do anything. You just figure it out as you go. But you've got to give yourself the space to figure it out."

Dominic's breath hitched, his heart pounding as Briar's words settled over him. He looked at his friend, at the warmth in his blue eyes, the steady strength in his voice, and felt the tension in his chest pull tighter. I don't know if I can," Dominic admitted, his voice trembling.

Briar's paw found his shoulder again, the touch warm and firm. "You can," he said, his voice low and certain. "I'm certain of it"

The way Briar said it--low and sure, with just enough weight to make it resonate--sent a shiver through Dominic. His sheath pulsed again, his cock swelling slightly, and he clenched his fists, trying to shove the feeling down. But the way Briar looked at him, steady and unshaken, made it impossible to ignore.

Dominic shifted again, trying to distract himself from the ache in his sheath, the way his cock throbbed faintly every time Briar said his name. He needed to steer the conversation somewhere--anywhere--else.

"What about your first time?" Dominic asked suddenly, his voice tight.

Briar raised an eyebrow, his ears flicking forward. "First time what?"

"You know." Dominic's face burned, and he stared down at his paws. "Having sex. Like, full-on, all the way."

A slow, wicked grin spread across Briar's face, and Dominic instantly regretted asking.

"You sure you want to know, Dom?" Briar asked, his tone teasing but not unkind.

Dominic nodded quickly, his ears flat against his skull. "Yeah. I want to know."

Briar leaned back, stretching his arms along the backrest of the couch, his tail flicking lazily. "Alright," he said, his grin widening. "It was with my coach."

Dominic's jaw dropped, his eyes snapping to Briar's. "Wait--what?"

"Yup," Briar said with a chuckle, clearly enjoying Dominic's reaction. "Basketball coach. Coach Tanner. I'd just turned eighteen, and he'd been giving me these looks for a while, you know? Like, whenever we were alone, there was this tension. I didn't know what to do with it at first, but I couldn't stop thinking about him."

Dominic swallowed hard, his chest tightening as he imagined it. "What happened?"

Briar's grin turned sly, his blue eyes gleaming in the firelight. "It was after practice one day. Everyone else had left, and it was just me and him in the locker room. I was sore as hell--my shoulders, my back--and Coach offered to help me stretch it out. Said he'd show me some techniques to loosen up."

Dominic's ears flicked back, heat rushing to his face as Briar continued.

"So there I am, lying on one of the benches, and Coach starts working my shoulders," Briar said, his voice growing lower, almost conspiratorial. "And damn, Dom, his paws were magic. Big, strong, and he knew exactly where to press. I was melting into the bench, and then his paws started to drift lower. Down my back. Over my hips."

Dominic's breath hitched, and he shifted uncomfortably, his cock swelling further in his sheath.

"I didn't stop him," Briar admitted, his grin turning softer. "Hell, I wanted him to keep going. And he did. His paws slid over my thighs, then between them, brushing against my junk like it was no big deal. I was hard as a rock by then, and when he finally grabbed me, I just moaned like a bitch in heat."

Dominic's face burned, and he looked away, but he couldn't stop listening.

"Coach leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, and he asked if I wanted him to stop," Briar continued, his voice dropping lower. "I told him no. Told him I wanted him to keep going. And gods, Dom, did he ever."

Briar's grin turned wicked again, his paw idly scratching his stomach as he leaned further back. "He flipped me over, got me out of my shorts, and dropped to his knees right there in the locker room. His tongue was insane--long, wet, and he knew exactly how to use it. He didn't just suck me off. He licked my balls, teased my knot, even slid his tongue under my tail a couple of times. By the time he was done, I was a dripping mess."

Dominic's breath came faster, his paws gripping his knees as he tried to keep still. His cock was pushing free of his sheath now, the slick tip pressing against his boxers, and he clenched his jaw, praying Briar wouldn't notice.

"But that wasn't the end of it," Briar said, his grin widening. "When I came, he caught every drop, then pulled me into his lap and asked if I wanted him to fuck me."

Dominic froze, his ears flat against his skull. "And you... let him?"

"Hell yeah, I did," Briar said, his tail wagging slightly. "He got out of his shorts, his cock already hard as hell, and told me to turn around. I bent over one of the benches, and when he slid in... fuck, Dom, I'll never forget it."

Dominic swallowed hard, his face burning as his sheath tightened further.

"I wasn't ready at first," Briar admitted with a chuckle. "He was big, and I kept tensing up. But Coach was patient. He told me to breathe, to relax, and when I did... gods, it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. The way he moved, the way he stretched me open, the heat of him--it was incredible. I didn't even care that we were still sweaty from practice. It just made it better."

Briar's grin softened, and he glanced at Dominic. "By the time he knotted me, I thought I was gonna lose my damn mind. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, just breathing, just feeling. And when he finally pulled out, he turned me around and kissed me like I was the only guy in the world."

The room fell silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Dominic stared at the floor, his chest tight, his breath shallow. He could feel his cock pulsing, a bead of precum soaking into his boxers, and he clenched his fists, desperate to shove the feeling down.

"You asked," Briar said after a moment, his tone lighter, teasing.

"Yeah," Dominic muttered, his voice hoarse. "I guess I did."

Briar tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "You okay, Dom?"

Dominic nodded quickly, his face burning. "Yeah. Just... a lot to take in."

Briar chuckled, his paw resting lightly on Dominic's shoulder again. "I get it," he said softly. "But if you ever want to know more, you know I'm an open book."

Dominic swallowed hard, his chest tightening as Briar's words settled over him. The weight of the story, of the tension between them, was almost unbearable. And as much as he wanted to push it away, he couldn't stop thinking about it--about Briar, about what it would feel like to be in his coach's place.

About what it would feel like to kiss him.

Dominic sat there, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as Briar's story hung in the air, heavy and vivid. The heat from the fire felt stifling now, and his thoughts were spinning. His last two encounters had been nothing like what Briar had described. They'd been quick, messy, raw--and completely out of his control.

"I..." Dominic started, his voice catching in his throat. He swallowed hard, staring at his paws as he clasped them tightly in his lap. "I think I want to explore more."

Briar tilted his head, his blue eyes steady on Dominic's face. "Yeah?" he asked softly.

Dominic nodded, his ears flicking back. "The last two times... they weren't really mine, you know? They just... happened. I didn't plan them. I didn't even know if I wanted them until it was already too late."

Briar's expression softened, his posture relaxing as he leaned back against the couch. "That makes sense," he said gently. "You were caught up in the moment."

"Yeah," Dominic murmured. "But now... I don't want it to just be a moment. I want to figure out what I like, what I want, but..." He trailed off, his face burning as he tried to put his thoughts into words.

Briar waited, his silence patient, giving Dominic the space he needed.

"But I don't know how," Dominic admitted finally, his voice trembling. "I don't even know where to start. And I don't want it to just be some random guy again. I want it to be with someone I trust."

Briar's ears twitched, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "You trust me, right?"

Dominic's head shot up, his eyes meeting Briar's. "Of course I do," he said quickly.

Briar's grin softened, a flicker of warmth in his gaze. "Then maybe you've already got your answer."

Dominic's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt the tension between them shift, the air growing heavier, warmer, charged with something he couldn't name.

"Briar," he started, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, Dom?" Briar asked, his tone steady, his paw resting lightly on Dominic's shoulder again.

Dominic hesitated, his throat tightening as he searched for the words. "Can we... kiss?"

The question hung in the air, and Dominic felt like the world had stopped, his chest tight with anticipation and fear.

Briar's blue eyes softened, and his grip on Dominic's shoulder firmed just slightly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice quiet but serious.

Dominic nodded, his breath trembling. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking. "I think I need to."

Briar didn't say anything else. He just shifted closer, his paw sliding from Dominic's shoulder to cup his cheek gently. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through Dominic, and his breath hitched as Briar leaned in, his movements slow and deliberate, giving Dominic every chance to pull away.

Dominic didn't.

Their lips met softly at first, a tentative brush that made Dominic's chest tighten and his tail twitch. Briar's lips were warm, firm but gentle, and the moment stretched, quiet and electric.

Then Briar pressed a little closer, his paw sliding to the back of Dominic's neck, pulling him in. The kiss deepened, and Dominic felt a surge of heat rush through him, his cock stirring again as he leaned into Briar's touch.

It wasn't like kissing Claire. It wasn't soft or sweet or careful. It was grounding and overwhelming all at once, like he was finally letting go of something he'd been holding onto for too long.

When they finally pulled apart, Dominic was breathless, his chest heaving as he stared at Briar, his heart racing. "Well?" Briar asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was an edge of something else--something softer--in his tone. "How was that?"

Dominic didn't know how to answer. His thoughts were a tangled mess, his body humming with warmth, his lips tingling where Briar had kissed him. "It was..." Dominic swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "It was good. Really good."

Briar's grin widened, and he leaned back slightly, his paw lingering on Dominic's neck for just a moment longer before dropping away. "Good," he said simply. "Because that was just the start."

Briar's paw lingered on Dominic's neck, his thumb brushing lightly against the fur just under his jaw. Dominic leaned into the touch without thinking, his breath shallow, his lips still tingling from their kiss. The warmth in his chest spread lower, pooling in his belly, and before he could stop himself, he was leaning forward, capturing Briar's lips again.

This kiss was different--deeper, hungrier. Briar's paw slid to the back of Dominic's head, pulling him closer, and Dominic let out a low, involuntary whine as the wolf's other paw rested on his hip. The heat between them was undeniable now, and Dominic's body responded before his mind could catch up.

His sheath throbbed, his cock swelling and pushing free as the kiss deepened. The slick tip pressed against his boxers, soaking the fabric with precum as his balls tightened, a dull ache building with every passing second. His scent--clean but distinctly fox--grew stronger, mingling with the musk of Briar's wolfish aroma, filling the air around them with something primal and electric.

Briar growled softly against his lips, the vibration sending a shiver down Dominic's spine. Without thinking, Dominic's paw moved, sliding across the couch until it brushed against Briar's thigh. He hesitated for only a moment before pressing his palm against the wolf's crotch, the heat and heft beneath the fabric making his breath hitch. He broke the kiss abruptly, staring down at his paw as it rested over Briar's cock. "Holy shit," Dominic muttered, his voice trembling. He gave it a tentative squeeze, marvelling at the sheer size and weight of it. "How... how big are you?"

Briar smirked, leaning back slightly, his blue eyes gleaming with amusement. "25 centimetres," he said casually, his tail flicking against the cushions.

Dominic's ears flattened, his paw still resting on the thick bulge in Briar's sweatpants. "That's... huge," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, his cheeks burning. "Can I... can I see it?"

Briar's grin widened, and he stood without hesitation, towering over Dominic as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweats. "Sure," he said, his voice low and teasing. "But don't freak out when you do."

Dominic's breath caught as Briar tugged his sweatpants down, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. His cock flopped out heavily, the thick, veiny length swaying slightly as it hung between his legs. A strand of precum dangled from the tapered tip, glistening in the firelight before dripping onto the floor. Dominic's jaw went slack, his eyes locked on the massive dong in front of him. It was the deepest shade of pink, with darker veins tracing its impressive length, and the swollen knot at the base was already half-formed, promising even more girth if it grew fully.

Before Dominic could stop himself, he leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to catch the strand of precum dangling from the tip. The taste hit him immediately--salty, musky, but with a surprising sweetness that made his sheath throb.

"Fuck," Dominic muttered, pulling back slightly, his cheeks burning as he looked up at Briar. "It tastes... like the sweetest honey."

Briar's grin softened into something more knowing, his paw resting lightly on Dominic's head. "You want more?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Dominic nodded quickly, his breath trembling. "Yeah," he said, his voice cracking. "I do."

Briar's grin widened as he reached for the hem of his hoodie, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion. His chest and abs, defined and dusted with a hint of dark fur, were exposed to the flickering firelight. Fully naked now, his cock swayed heavily as he stepped closer, his confidence radiating in every movement. "Help yourself, Dom," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "Use my body to explore anything you want."

Dominic's heart raced as he reached out, his paws trembling slightly as they wrapped around Briar's cock. The sheer girth of it made his fingers stretch, and the heat of it was almost overwhelming. He stroked it slowly, feeling the silky smoothness of the skin over the hardness beneath, and his breath hitched as another bead of precum welled at the tip. He leaned in again, his tongue darting out to lap at the sticky fluid. The taste sent a shiver down his spine, and before he knew it, he was dragging his tongue along the underside of Briar's length, tracing the prominent veins as he worked his way up to the tip. Briar let out a low growl, his paw tightening slightly on Dominic's head. "That's it, Dom," he murmured, his voice rough. "Take your time. Explore."

Dominic's confidence grew with every lick, his tongue swirling around the tip before he took it into his mouth. The weight of it on his tongue made his sheath tighten further, and his cock pushed fully free, dripping precum onto the couch as he bobbed his head, taking more of Briar's length with each movement.

The taste, the texture, the heat--it was intoxicating, and Dominic lost himself in the act, his paws gripping Briar's thighs as he worked. Briar's low growls and the occasional twitch of his hips spurred him on, and the room filled with the wet sounds of his mouth sliding over the thick cock.

As Dominic pulled back, gasping for breath, a slick strand of saliva and precum stretched between his lips and the tip of Briar's cock. His tongue darted out instinctively, swiping across his muzzle as he looked up, his cheeks flushed and his ears pinned back.

"How am I doing?" Dominic asked, his voice low and rough, almost hesitant as his paw gripped Briar's thigh.

Briar huffed out a breathless laugh, his cock twitching against Dominic's lips. "You're doing fine," he said, his voice tight, his paw brushing over Dominic's ear. "Fuck--better than fine. Just don't stop."

Dominic's gaze flicked back to the swollen shaft in front of him, his arousal surging at the response. He swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he looked at the wolf's massive, slick length. He wanted more--needed more. Without another word, he leaned back in, dragging his tongue from the base to the tip, teasing the slit before taking Briar deeper into his mouth. Briar's moan, low and guttural, sent a thrill through him, spurring him on as his paws slid up Briar's thighs, holding him steady.

That's my best friend's cock, Dominic thought, his breath hitching. I'm sucking Briar's massive fucking cock, and I'm loving it.

"Don't be shy, Dom," Briar said, his voice rough and teasing. "You've got a good start. Let's see what that mouth of yours can really do."

Dominic backed off to swallow, his cheeks burning as he leaned forward again. He pressed his lips to the tip, the salty-sweet taste of precum lingering on his tongue as he opened his mouth wider, taking the first few centimetres inside. The heat of Briar's cock was shocking, almost searing, and Dominic struggled to adjust to the sheer size of it. His jaw stretched painfully, his lips barely able to seal around the girth as he slid his mouth further down, his tongue flattening against the underside. "Fuck, that's it," Briar growled, his paw sliding to the back of Dominic's head. "Take it nice and slow, Dom. Let me feel that tongue."

Dominic obeyed, dragging his tongue along the underside of Briar's length as he bobbed his head. He tried to focus on the motions, the rhythm, but the fullness in his mouth was impossible to ignore. Every time he took Briar deeper, his lips brushed against the thick veins that throbbed with the wolf's pulse, and his throat tensed as the tip nudged against it.

The scent of Briar's arousal was everywhere, heavy and all-consuming. Dominic could feel it clinging to his fur, could taste it on his tongue with every inch he swallowed. His cock twitched against his stomach, leaking precum steadily, and he moaned softly around Briar's cock, the vibrations earning him a sharp growl of approval.

"Damn, you're eager," Briar said, his voice low and gravelly. His paw tightened slightly on the back of Dominic's head, guiding him gently. "That mouth feels so fucking good, Dom. You're a natural."

Dominic's ears flicked back at the praise, his cheeks burning. He couldn't believe how much he liked hearing Briar talk like that--how much it spurred him on.

He pulled back slightly, his tongue swirling around the tip, teasing the sensitive ridge as more precum dribbled onto his tongue. He swallowed it eagerly, the taste sending a shiver down his spine, and then pushed forward again, taking Briar deeper.

The sheer size of the wolf's cock made his throat protest, but he pushed through the discomfort, his paws gripping Briar's thighs as he bobbed his head faster. His lips stretched impossibly wide, his jaw aching as he worked, and his mind reeled with disbelief.

I could've been doing this for years, Dominic thought, the realisation hitting him like a jolt of electricity. All through high school, I could've been tasting him, savouring him, learning the way he smells, the way he throbs in my mouth.

Briar's cock was heavy on his tongue, the musky scent of him filling Dominic's nose, making his own sheath tighten. He loved the way it felt--thick, hot, and demanding, stretching his lips just enough to make his jaw ache. The salty taste of precum coated his tongue, and Dominic couldn't help but moan softly around him, the sound vibrating down Briar's length.

"Look at you," Briar murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "Getting all worked up over my cock. You're dripping everywhere, Dom. You must really like this." Dominic whimpered around Briar's length, his face burning. He could feel the wetness dripping from his own cock, soaking into the fur on his thighs as his body betrayed him completely. Briar's hips twitched slightly, and Dominic gagged as the tip of the wolf's cock pushed deeper into his throat. He pulled back quickly, gasping for breath as saliva and precum coated his lips and chin.

"You good?" Briar asked, his paw brushing against Dominic's cheek. His voice was still rough, but there was an edge of concern beneath it.

Dominic nodded quickly, his chest heaving as he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. "Yeah," he said hoarsely, his voice trembling. "I'm good."

"Good," Briar said, his grin returning. "Because I'm not even close to done with you yet."

Dominic shuddered, his cock throbbing painfully as he leaned forward again. This time, he took Briar slower, his tongue tracing every centimetre as he worked his way down. His paws moved up to grip the wolf's hips, steadying himself as he found a rhythm, and he moaned softly as Briar's scent grew stronger, filling his senses completely.

"That's it," Briar growled, his voice thick with pleasure. "Fuck, Dom, you've got a mouth made for this. Keep going. Don't stop."

The words sent a rush of heat through Dominic, and he moaned again, the sound vibrating around Briar's cock. His paws slid down, cupping the wolf's heavy balls, rolling them gently in his palms as he worked.

Briar let out a sharp growl, his hips twitching again. "Fuck, you're gonna make me lose it," he muttered, his claws flexing against Dominic's fur. "You're too fucking good at this."

Dominic's heart raced, his own arousal building as he lost himself in the act. The taste, the smell, the feel of Briar's cock in his mouth--it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he didn't want it to end.

Dominic's tongue dragged along the thick underside of Briar's cock, tracing the throbbing veins as he tried to take the wolf deeper. His throat clenched around the sheer girth, his lips stretched wide and slick with spit and precum. He gagged again, choking as the fat tip pressed into his throat, forcing him to pull back with a loud, wet cough.

"Fuck," Dominic gasped, saliva dripping from his lips and chin as he panted for air. His paws tightened around Briar's cock, stroking the slick length as he tried to steady himself.

Briar growled low in his chest, his blue eyes blazing with lust as he stroked Dominic's head. "You're eager as hell, aren't you, Dom?" he teased, his voice rough. "That little mouth of yours is hungry, but you're fighting it. Relax, breathe through your fucking nose, and let me in."

Dominic shivered at the words, his cock pulsing against his stomach as more precum dripped steadily onto the rug. He nodded quickly, determined to do better. He leaned forward, the heady scent of Briar's arousal flooding his senses as he opened his mouth again.

"Good," Briar rumbled, his paw firm on the back of Dominic's head. "Take it slow, fox. Let me stretch that throat out."

Dominic inhaled sharply through his nose, the musk hitting him hard as he slid his lips back down the thick shaft. He forced himself to relax, his throat opening just enough to let the tip push deeper. The heat, the weight, the sheer size--it was overwhelming, and Dominic's mind reeled as he swallowed centimetre after centimetre.

"Fuck, look at you," Briar groaned, his claws flexing against Dominic's head. "Taking my cock like a godsdamn champ. Imagine if Claire heard you gag like this."

Dominic moaned around the length, the vibration earning a sharp growl from Briar. He worked his tongue along the underside, his nose brushing against the wolf's musky fur as he took Briar as deep as he could. But when Briar's hips twitched, shoving the thick cock further into his throat, Dominic gagged again, his body jerking as his airway protested.

"Easy," Briar said, pulling back slightly, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "You're doing good, but I think we need to change this up a bit."

Dominic looked up at him, his eyes wide and watering as he wiped his mouth with the back of his paw. "What do you mean?" he asked hoarsely, his voice trembling.

Briar grinned, standing and tugging at Dominic's shirt. "First, get out of these fucking clothes," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Dominic hesitated for only a moment before pulling off his shirt, his ears flicking nervously as he stood to shimmy out of his trousers and boxers. His cock bobbed free, dripping steadily onto the rug, and his tail curled shyly around his leg as he stood there, bare and trembling under Briar's gaze.

"Godsdamn," Briar growled, his blue eyes raking over Dominic's body. "Look at you. That little fox body is fucking perfect. And that cock--shit, you're leaking all over the floor already. Guess you really like this, huh?"

Dominic's ears burned, and he looked away. "I'm so much smaller than you," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

Briar stepped forward, his paw cupping Dominic's cheek as he forced him to meet his gaze. "Shut the fuck up," he said firmly, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was hot, rough, and possessive, leaving Dominic breathless when Briar finally pulled back. "I don't give a shit about size. You're perfect, Dom. Every centimetre of you."

Dominic's heart raced, his chest tight as Briar's words sank in. He let Briar guide him back toward the fireplace, the heat of the flames warming his fur as the wolf eased him down onto the soft rug.

"Here," Briar said, his voice lower now but still rough with arousal. He lay back, his cock standing proudly against his stomach, thick and glistening with Dominic's spit. "Straddle me. Face my cock, and I'll take care of yours. This'll be easier on your throat."

Dominic's face burned as he moved to kneel over Briar, his legs trembling slightly as he positioned himself. His cock hovered just above Briar's muzzle, and the wolf's hot breath tickled his balls, making his tail flick anxiously.

"Relax," Briar said, his paws gripping Dominic's hips. "And don't hold back. I want to taste every fucking drop of you."

Dominic swallowed hard, nodding as he leaned forward, his paws bracing against Briar's thighs. He lowered his mouth onto the wolf's cock again, the new angle letting him slide the thick shaft deeper without as much resistance.

"Fuck, that's it," Briar groaned, his voice muffled as he tilted his head up to swipe his tongue along Dominic's leaking cock. "Take it all, fox. Choke on it if you have to--I know you can handle it."

Dominic whimpered around Briar's length, his throat clenching as the fat tip pressed deeper, but he didn't pull back this time. He focused on his breathing, inhaling through his nose as Briar had instructed, the wolf's musky scent filling his lungs and making his cock throb painfully.

Briar's tongue dragged along Dominic's shaft, swirling around the tip before lapping at his balls. "You taste fucking amazing," Briar growled, his paws squeezing Dominic's hips. "Keep going, Dom. Show me how much you want it."

Dominic moaned, the sound muffled as he bobbed his head, his lips slick with spit and precum. His paws slid up Briar's thighs, gripping them tightly as he worked, his tongue tracing every ridge and vein as the wolf's cock throbbed against his palate.

The wet sounds of their pleasure filled the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and the heavy scent of arousal. Dominic couldn't believe how much he wanted this--how much he needed this. His throat ached, his jaw strained, but he didn't stop, lost in the heat and the taste and the sheer filth of it all.

"Goddamn, Dom," Briar growled, his hips twitching as his cock pushed deeper into the fox's throat. "You're a fucking natural. Never thought I'd see you like this, but shit, I'm glad I did."

Dominic's chest tightened, his cock twitching above Briar's muzzle as the wolf's words sent a surge of heat through him. He wasn't just exploring anymore--he was devouring, and he didn't want it to end. Dominic's lips stretched wide as he slid back down Briar's cock, his jaw aching from the sheer size of it. His throat flexed and clenched around the girthy tip, but the angle made it easier to push through the resistance. He could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein against his tongue as he swallowed centimetre after centimetre, his nose brushing the thick fur at Briar's base.

Fuck, I can't believe I'm doing this, Dominic thought, his chest tight as he struggled to breathe through his nose. This is Briar--my best fucking friend--and I've got his massive cock in my throat like I'm some kind of slut.

His paws tightened on Briar's thighs, his claws pricking the wolf's fur as he bobbed his head. The wet sounds of his mouth working the cock filled the room, mingling with Briar's low, guttural growls. The smell of the wolf's musk clung to him, thick and primal, and every inhale made Dominic's head spin, his own cock twitching and dripping above Briar's muzzle.

"Fuck, Dom," Briar groaned, his paw sliding into Dominic's fur, gripping firmly but not forcing. "Never thought my `straight' best friend would be on his knees, eagerly sucking my fat cock. Gods, you're so fucking good at this."

The words sent a rush of heat through Dominic, and he moaned around the wolf's length, the vibration earning a sharp growl from above. His throat stretched further as he pushed down, his lips almost reaching Briar's swollen knot.

How the fuck is he this big? Dominic thought, his jaw aching as he struggled to keep going. And why the hell do I want more?

Briar's tongue dragged up Dominic's cock, tracing the slick shaft before swirling around the tip. "Mmm, you taste so fucking good," Briar murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Salty and sweet. I could eat you alive, Dom."

Dominic gasped as Briar's tongue dipped lower, lapping at his balls with long, deliberate strokes. The wolf's breath was hot against his fur, and Dominic shuddered as the slick tongue rolled over his sac, pulling his balls into Briar's mouth one at a time.

"Fuck, Briar," Dominic gasped, pulling off the wolf's cock with a wet pop. Saliva and precum dripped from his lips as he looked back, his eyes wide and hazy with arousal. "That feels--oh fuck."

Briar grinned against his balls, his growl vibrating through Dominic's sensitive skin. "You like that, huh?" he teased, his paws gripping Dominic's hips tighter. "I fucking love the way you smell, Dom. Your scent's driving me crazy."

Before Dominic could respond, Briar's nose pressed against his taint, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, that's good," the wolf growled, his voice rough with desire. "All fox--sweet and musky. I need more."

Dominic's ears flattened, his tail flicking nervously as Briar's tongue slid lower, dragging over the sensitive skin beneath his tail. "W-wait," Dominic stammered, his voice trembling. "What are you--oh gods."

Briar didn't wait for permission. His tongue flicked out, pressing against Dominic's virgin hole, and Dominic's entire body tensed. The wolf's breath was hot, his tongue slick and insistent as it circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing and prodding as Dominic's tail twitched above him.

Holy fuck, Dominic thought, his claws digging into Briar's thighs as his cock pulsed against the wolf's chest. He's... he's eating my fucking ass.

"Relax, Dom," Briar growled, his voice muffled as his tongue pressed harder, slipping just inside. "Let me taste you."

Dominic let out a choked whimper, his body trembling as Briar's tongue slid deeper. The sensation was overwhelming--hot, wet, and completely foreign--but the wolf's paw on his hip kept him grounded, his deep growls rumbling through Dominic's body.

"Fuck, your ass tastes so good," Briar muttered, his tongue dragging over Dominic's hole again. "Sweet little fox hole, all tight and untouched. Gods, I could eat this all night."

Dominic moaned, his breath hitching as he buried his face against Briar's thigh, his tongue lapping weakly at the wolf's cock. He couldn't focus, couldn't think--his mind was a haze of heat and sensation as Briar's tongue worked him open, sending shivers up his spine with every stroke.

"Briar," Dominic whimpered, his voice breaking. "I--I can't--oh fuck."

"You can," Briar growled, his grip on Dominic's hips tightening. "And you will. Just let me open you up, Dom. Let me take care of you."

Dominic's cock throbbed painfully, precum dripping onto Briar's chest as the wolf's tongue plunged deeper, twisting and curling inside him. His tail flicked wildly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he pressed back against the wolf's muzzle without even realising it.

"That's it," Briar murmured, his voice low and filthy. "Good fucking boy. You're already opening up for me. So fucking eager."

Dominic whimpered at the praise, his mind spinning as his best friend--his best fucking friend--ate his ass like it was his last meal. The wet sounds of Briar's tongue working his hole mingled with the crackle of the fire and the sharp, intoxicating scent of their arousal, and Dominic couldn't stop the heat building in his gut, the desperate ache that made his cock twitch and leak.

"I never thought..." Dominic muttered, his voice trailing off as his claws flexed against Briar's thighs. "Fuck, Briar. I never thought it'd feel like this."

Briar chuckled, his tongue dragging over Dominic's hole one last time before pulling back, his lips wet and glistening. "There's a lot you've never felt, Dom," he said, his grin wicked. "But trust me--you're about to find out."

Briar growled low in his chest, his tongue plunging deep into Dominic's tight hole, the slick muscle twisting and curling as it teased the fox open. He pulled back just enough to breathe, his nose pressing firmly against the sensitive skin beneath Dominic's tail.

"Gods, Dom," Briar growled, his voice dripping with raw desire as he pressed his nose against Dominic's fur, taking a long, deep inhale. "You smell like pure fox--sharp, musky, fucking primal. It's thick, manly, and so goddamn potent, like you're begging to be taken, owned. That scent is all over you--your cock, your balls, this tight little ass. It's driving me insane. I could bury my face here all night, my tongue teasing your hole until you're squirming, desperate for more. You smell like sex, Dom--needy, raw, and so fucking good I can't get enough of you."

Dominic whimpered, his claws digging into Briar's thighs as his whole body trembled. The wolf's filthy words, combined with the relentless pressure of his tongue, sent shivers up his spine, and his cock throbbed painfully, dripping a steady stream of precum onto Briar's chest.

"Oh gods," Dominic moaned, his voice muffled as he slid his lips back down Briar's cock. "You're--fuck, Briar, that feels--"

"Don't talk with your mouth empty," Briar growled, his paw gripping Dominic's hip tightly. "Get back to work, fox. I want to feel that throat stretch."

Dominic's breath hitched, and he obeyed, lowering his mouth onto Briar's cock again. His lips stretched painfully wide as he took the thick shaft, his tongue working desperately to keep up with the sheer size of it. The taste of the wolf's precum flooded his mouth, salty and intoxicating, and Dominic moaned softly as he slid lower.

"Good boy," Briar rumbled, his tongue flicking over Dominic's hole again. "That's it. Take it all. Choke on it if you have to--I want to feel you fucking struggle."

Dominic gagged sharply as the thick tip nudged the back of his throat, his claws flexing against Briar's thighs as his airway protested. But he didn't pull back this time. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose as the wolf's overpowering musk filled his senses.

I can do this, Dominic thought, his chest tight as he forced himself to relax. I want to do this.

Briar's hips twitched, and Dominic let out a choked gasp as the cock slid deeper, the thick shaft stretching his throat wide. His nose brushed against the swollen base, and he whimpered at the sheer size of the knot, still half-formed but already intimidating.

"Shit, look at you," Briar growled, his paw sliding to the back of Dominic's head. "You've got my whole fucking cock in that mouth. Gods, Dom, you're a fucking natural."

Dominic's throat burned, his jaw aching as he held the wolf's cock as deep as he could, his lips pressed tightly around the base. His own cock twitched against Briar's chest, the steady drip of precum soaking into the wolf's fur.

"Good fox," Briar rumbled, his voice low and approving. "But don't get too comfortable. I'm not done with you yet."

The wolf's tongue pressed against Dominic's hole again, slick and insistent, and Dominic let out a muffled moan as Briar pushed deeper, stretching him further. The fox's tail flicked wildly, his whole body trembling as the overwhelming sensations collided--his throat stretched impossibly wide around Briar's cock, his ass tingling and twitching under the wolf's relentless tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so goddamn sweet," Briar muttered, pulling back to drag his tongue over Dominic's hole again. He inhaled deeply, his nose pressed against the fox's tight entrance. "And your scent--shit, Dom, it's driving me fucking crazy. I need more."

Dominic gasped, his breath trembling as he pulled back slightly, his lips slick with spit and precum. "You're--fuck, Briar, you're insane," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

Briar smirked, his paw gripping the fox's hip firmly. "Maybe," he growled, his voice rich with lust, "but it's your fault. This ass is enough to drive anyone to madness," he growled. "Don't stop now, Dom. Take me all the way. I want to feel that throat squeeze around my knot."

Dominic whimpered, his chest tight as he slid back down, his lips sealing around the thick shaft as he worked his way to the base. His nose pressed against the fur at Briar's knot, the musky scent flooding his senses as he swallowed around the girth.

"That's it," Briar growled, his tongue plunging into Dominic's hole again, slick and filthy. "Take it all, fox. Gods, you're so fucking tight. I can't wait to wreck this sweet little ass."

Dominic moaned around the wolf's cock, his throat clenching as his tail lifted instinctively. His mind spun, a chaotic mess of disbelief and overwhelming arousal. This is insane, he thought, his claws flexing against Briar's thighs. I'm choking on his cock, and he's eating my ass like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. How the fuck did I get here?

Briar pulled back slightly, his breath hot against Dominic's fur as he growled low in his chest. "You're dripping everywhere, Dom," he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Look at you, making a fucking mess of my chest. You love this, don't you? Love being my filthy little fox."

Dominic's heart pounded, his cock twitching violently as more precum dripped from the tip. He couldn't deny it--couldn't even think of denying it. He was lost, drowning in the heat and the scent and the sheer filth of it all, and he didn't want it to end.

Dominic slid his lips back down Briar's cock, the movement easier now as his throat relaxed around the wolf's massive girth. His jaw still ached, but the burning sensation had dulled, replaced by the heady satisfaction of feeling Briar's shaft glide deeper with every bob of his head. His lips sealed tightly around the veiny length, and his nose brushed against the wolf's knot with every stroke, inhaling the musky scent that clung to the thick fur at the base.

"Fuck, that's it," Briar groaned, his claws flexing against Dominic's hips. "You've got it now. Taking me all the way like a good little fox. Gods, i can't believe this is your first time sucking dick."

Dominic moaned around the cock in his throat, the vibration earning him a deep growl from the wolf. He swallowed instinctively, his throat clenching around the tip, and Briar's hips bucked slightly, driving the shaft just a fraction deeper.

"Shit, Dom," Briar muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "That throat of yours is fucking magic. Keep going--don't stop."

Dominic's paws gripped Briar's thighs tightly as he worked, his tongue swirling along the underside of the wolf's cock with every stroke. His own cock throbbed painfully, leaking a steady stream of precum onto Briar's chest as the heat in his belly coiled tighter. He was lost in the act, consumed by the taste, the smell, the sheer filth of it all.

Briar growled low in his chest, his nose pressing against Dominic's balls as he inhaled deeply. "Gods, you smell so fucking good," he muttered, his tongue flicking out to lap at the tight sac. He dragged his tongue over one ball, then the other, pulling them into his mouth as Dominic moaned helplessly around his cock.

"Fuck, you're dripping everywhere, Dom," Briar growled, releasing the fox's balls with a wet pop. "Leaking all over me like a needy little slut."

Dominic whimpered, his ears flattening as Briar's tongue slid lower, dragging over his taint before circling his hole again. The wolf's breath was hot against his fur, and Dominic's tail flicked nervously as Briar's tongue pressed against his tight entrance, teasing him with slick, deliberate strokes.

Briar pulled back slightly, his nose brushing against Dominic's balls again as he inhaled deeply. "You're fucking addictive," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "That scent, that taste--gods, Dom, I could stay down here forever."

He buried his face between Dominic's cheeks, his tongue plunging into the fox's hole with a wet, filthy sound. Dominic's entire body tensed, his breath hitching as the wolf's tongue twisted and curled inside him, stretching him in ways he'd never imagined.

"Briar," Dominic whimpered, his voice muffled around the cock in his throat. He pulled back slightly, panting as saliva and precum dripped from his lips. "I--fuck, I can't--"

"Shh," Briar murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in closer. "Just relax, Dom. Let me open you up. Gods, you feel so fucking good. I could do this all night. Just let me stretch you out. Gods, you're so fucking tight back here. I can feel you clenching around my tongue."

Dominic's claws flexed against Briar's thighs as the wolf's tongue worked him open, sending shivers up his spine with every stroke. Briar alternated between licking and sniffing, his nose pressing against Dominic's balls one moment, then dragging along the curve of his ass the next.

"Your scent is fucking perfect," Briar muttered, his voice muffled against Dominic's fur. "I could drown in it. Sweet, musky little fox--so fucking ripe for the taking."

Dominic's cock throbbed violently, a bead of precum dripping onto Briar's chest as he slid his lips back down the wolf's cock, taking it all the way to the knot. His throat flexed around the girthy length, and he moaned softly, the sound vibrating through the wolf's shaft.

"Shit, Dom," Briar groaned, his hips twitching. "You've got me right on the edge. But I think it's your turn now."

Before Dominic could react, Briar pulled his cock free of the fox's mouth, the slick length glistening with spit and precum. He shifted slightly, his paws gripping Dominic's hips as his muzzle tilted up, his tongue dragging over the fox's cock.

"Let me take care of you, Dom," Briar murmured, his voice low and filthy. His tongue swirled around the tip of Dominic's cock, lapping up the steady stream of precum before taking the entire length into his mouth in one smooth motion.

Dominic cried out, his paws flying to Briar's shoulders as the wolf's hot, wet mouth enveloped him. "Fuck, Briar," he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "That feels--oh gods--"

Briar growled softly, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through Dominic's body. His paw slid down, gripping the fox's ass firmly as his finger teased the slick, twitching hole beneath his tail.

"You're so fucking tight," Briar muttered, his voice muffled as he pulled back slightly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip of Dominic's cock. "Let me open you up, Dom. Just relax."

Dominic whimpered, his breath trembling as Briar's finger pressed against his entrance. The slick digit slid in slowly, stretching him as the wolf's tongue continued to work his cock, dragging over every sensitive ridge with maddening precision.

"Briar--fuck, I'm gonna--" Dominic's voice broke, his whole body trembling as the wolf's finger curled inside him, brushing against a spot that made his vision blur.

"Do it," Briar growled, his mouth sealing around Dominic's cock as he sucked harder. "Come for me, Dom. Let me taste you."

Dominic's hips bucked wildly, his claws digging into Briar's shoulders as the heat in his belly exploded. He cried out, his cock twitching violently as thick ropes of cum shot into Briar's mouth, coating the wolf's tongue with his release.

Briar growled low in his chest, his lips sealing tightly around Dominic's cock as he swallowed greedily, not letting a single drop escape. His finger worked the fox's hole in slow, deliberate strokes, milking every last spurt from him as Dominic's body trembled above him.

"Good fucking boy," Briar muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back, his tongue flicking over the tip of Dominic's cock one last time. "You taste even better than I imagined."

Dominic collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His mind was a blur, his body tingling with aftershocks as Briar's paw stroked his back gently.

"That was..." Dominic started, his voice trembling.

"Perfect," Briar finished for him, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "And we're just getting started."

Dominic collapsed against Briar's hips, his cheek pressing against the wolf's thigh as his body trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Briar's cock, thick and throbbing, pulsed against Dominic's muzzle, smearing precum across his fur with each twitch. The musky scent of him was overwhelming, filling Dominic's senses and making his head swim even as his body sagged in exhaustion. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his lips brushing against the heated flesh of Briar's shaft, his mind a haze of heat and disbelief.

But Briar wasn't done.

The wolf gripped Dominic's hips firmly, tilting his head up to nip playfully at the fox's ear. "Don't think we're finished yet, Dom," he growled, his voice low and dripping with lust. "You've got more work to do. Be a good little bicurious slut and get back on that wolf cock."

Dominic's ears flattened, his face burning as he looked up at Briar, his chest tightening at the wolf's words. "I--I don't know if I can--"

"You can," Briar interrupted, his blue eyes blazing as he guided Dominic back down. "And you fucking will."

Dominic whimpered softly, his body still trembling as he shifted back into position. Briar's cock was still hard, glistening with spit and precum, the thick shaft twitching as it bobbed heavily against his stomach. The swollen knot at the base was almost fully formed now, the sheer size of it making Dominic's breath hitch.

"Come on, Dom," Briar said, his tone teasing but firm. "Open that pretty little mouth and take me back in. You wanted to explore? This is what it means."

Dominic swallowed hard, his paws trembling as he reached out to grip the slick shaft. His tongue flicked out hesitantly, lapping at the thick tip before he opened his mouth and slid it back down.

"Fuck, that's it," Briar growled, his claws flexing against Dominic's hips. "Take me deep, fox. You know you want to."

Dominic's throat burned as the thick cock filled his mouth again, but the earlier practice made it easier. His lips stretched wide as he bobbed his head, taking Briar deeper with every movement, his nose brushing against the wolf's musky fur at the base.

"Good boy," Briar murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "That's it, Dom. Choke on it. Let me feel that throat stretch around me."

Dominic moaned softly, his throat flexing around the girthy shaft as he worked, his tongue swirling over every ridge and vein. He could taste the sharp tang of Briar's precum, could feel the way the cock throbbed against his palate, and it sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

Briar chuckled darkly, his paws sliding down to cup Dominic's balls, rolling them gently in his palms. "You're so fucking sensitive, Dom," he muttered, his voice low and filthy. "Look at you, still twitching from that first load. You're a fucking mess."

Dominic whimpered, his cheeks burning as Briar's nose pressed against his sac again, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck, your scent is perfect," Briar growled, his tongue flicking out to drag over Dominic's balls. "I could suck on these all night."

Dominic shuddered as Briar's tongue rolled over his sac, pulling one ball into his mouth before switching to the other. The wolf's hot breath sent shivers up his spine, and his cock twitched weakly, oversensitive but still reacting to the wolf's relentless attention.

"Keep going, Dom," Briar muttered, his voice muffled against the fox's sac. "Suck that cock like the good little slut you are."

Dominic moaned around the length in his mouth, his throat clenching as he took Briar deeper, his nose pressing against the wolf's knot. He could feel the sheer weight of it against his lips, could smell the heady mix of sweat and musk that clung to the thick fur at the base.

"Fuck, that's good," Briar growled, his finger sliding back to press against Dominic's hole again. The slick digit slipped inside easily this time, curling and twisting as it worked him open. "You're so fucking tight, Dom. Can you feel how much your body wants this?"

Dominic whimpered, his paws gripping Briar's thighs tightly as the wolf's finger pressed deeper, brushing against a spot that made his whole body tremble. His hips jerked involuntarily, and Briar chuckled darkly, his mouth still teasing the fox's sac.

"That's it," Briar murmured, his voice rough. "Let me stretch you out while you take care of me. Gods, Dom, you're so fucking eager."

Dominic's throat clenched around Briar's cock as he worked faster, his lips slick with spit and precum as he bobbed his head. His tongue dragged along the underside of the shaft, swirling over the sensitive tip before he pushed back down, taking the wolf as deep as he could.

"Fuck, you're close," Briar growled, his hips twitching as his knot swelled further. "I can feel it, Dom. Don't stop now. Make me cum. Swallow every fucking drop."

Dominic whimpered softly, his own cock twitching as he redoubled his efforts. He could feel the tension in Briar's body, the way the wolf's claws flexed against his hips, the way his cock throbbed against his tongue.

"Shit, Dom," Briar muttered, his voice breaking. "I'm gonna--fuck--here it comes--"

The wolf's hips bucked sharply, and Dominic gagged as the first hot spurt hit the back of his throat. Briar's cock twitched violently, thick ropes of cum filling Dominic's mouth as the wolf growled low and deep, his claws gripping the fox's head tightly.

"Good fucking boy," Briar growled, his voice rough as he rode out his orgasm. "Swallow it, Dom. Every last drop."

Dominic obeyed, his throat working desperately as he swallowed the wolf's release. The taste was salty and musky, overwhelming his senses as the thick cum filled his mouth, spilling onto his lips and chin as he struggled to keep up.

When Briar finally pulled back, his cock still dripping, Dominic collapsed onto his chest, his body trembling as he gasped for air.

"Fuck," Briar muttered, his paw sliding through Dominic's fur as he grinned down at him. "You're a natural, Dom. A goddamn natural."

Dominic let out a soft whimper, his face buried against Briar's chest. His mind was a haze, his body spent, but one thought stood out clearly among the chaos:

I want more.

Dominic collapsed forward onto Briar's chest, his fur damp with sweat and his breaths ragged. His cock twitched weakly, spent and leaking the last remnants of his orgasm onto the wolf's already-messy fur. His mind spun, every nerve in his body alight and tingling, but Briar wasn't done with him yet.

The wolf growled low, his claws grazing Dominic's quivering hips. "Come on, Dom," he murmured, his voice dripping with dark command. "Show me how eager you are for more. Don't stop now, you cock-curious fox."

Dominic whimpered, his lips still swollen and glistening from the work they'd already done. He hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward again, his paws shaking as he wrapped them around Briar's still-hard cock. The shaft was slick with spit and precum, throbbing against Dominic's pads as he guided it back to his mouth.

"That's it," Briar growled, his blue eyes gleaming as Dominic's lips parted. "Take it all, fox. Get that throat stretched nice and wide."

Dominic moaned softly as the thick cock slid past his lips, the heat and weight filling his mouth once more. His tongue pressed against the underside, tracing every ridge and vein as he worked his way down. The taste of Briar's precum flooded his senses, sharp and salty, and the wolf's musk clung to him like a second skin.

"You're so fucking good at this," Briar muttered, his claws flexing against Dominic's hips. "Choke on it, Dom. I want to feel that throat clench around me."

Dominic obeyed, sliding his lips down further until his nose brushed against the thick fur at the base. His throat flexed around the girthy tip, and he let out a muffled moan as the wolf's swollen knot pressed against his lips, stretching him wider.

"Fuck, that's it," Briar groaned, his hips twitching. "Look at you, taking it all. Bet Claire's never seen you like this, huh? All messy and desperate for cock."

Dominic whimpered around the shaft, his own cock twitching weakly against his stomach as the wolf's filthy words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this--how much he craved the taste, the scent, the sheer filth of it all.

As Briar continued to work over his balls, Dominic moaned, his throat tightening around the wolf's cock. Then the wolf's thick digit curled inside him, brushing against a spot that made his vision blur. His hips jerked involuntarily, and Briar chuckled darkly, his lips still teasing the fox's sac.

"You're close again, aren't you?" Briar murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Look at you, ready to pop just from a finger and some tongue. You're a natural, Dom. A fucking natural."

Dominic whimpered, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as the heat in his belly coiled tighter. His cock twitched violently, a bead of precum dripping onto Briar's chest as the wolf's finger thrust deeper, curling and twisting with deliberate precision.

"Let it out, fox," Briar growled, his tongue dragging over Dominic's sac one last time before pulling back. "Show me how much you love this. Cover me in that sweet fox seed."

Dominic's entire body stiffened, his tail flicking wildly as his second orgasm hit him with brutal intensity. He cried out, his voice muffled around Briar's cock as thick ropes of cum shot from his twitching length, splattering across the wolf's chest and stomach. His body trembled, his claws flexing against Briar's thighs as the waves of pleasure left him breathless and shaking.

"Fuck, look at that," Briar muttered, glancing down at the sticky mess. "You're a fucking fountain, Dom. Wasting all those fox pups on me. Bet you didn't even know you could cum like that, huh?"

Dominic whimpered softly, his chest heaving as he pulled off Briar's cock with a wet pop. He collapsed forward onto the wolf's chest, his fur damp with sweat and his mind spinning.

"Shit," he muttered, his voice hoarse. "I--I don't even know--"

Briar chuckled, his breath warm against Dominic's ear as he wrapped his arms around the trembling fox. "You did good, Dom," he murmured, his voice low and rough, satisfaction clear in every word.

The wolf shifted them slightly, settling onto the thick rug in front of the fire. The golden glow of the flames bathed them both, its warmth softening the edges of the room. Briar's strong arms encircled Dominic, pulling him close, his body a steady wall of heat and strength that Dominic hadn't realised he needed.

The fox exhaled deeply, his body slackening against Briar's. The wolf's paw moved in slow, lazy strokes down his side, his claws just barely grazing through Dominic's fur in a way that was more soothing than teasing. Their scents mingled in the air--Briar's deep and earthy, Dominic's sharp and musky--blending into something that felt right.

The fire crackled softly as Briar let out a low, contented rumble. "Relax," he murmured, his voice a deep vibration against Dominic's back. "No pressure, no expectations. Just you and me, right here."

Dominic's ears twitched, the words sinking into him like the warmth of the fire. For the first time in weeks, the storm that had been raging inside him--the confusion, the guilt, the weight of expectation--seemed to settle. Wrapped in Briar's arms, with the steady rhythm of the wolf's breathing against him and the heat of the fire licking at their fur, he felt something he hadn't in a long time: peace.

No second-guessing, no overthinking. Just this moment.

As his eyes drifted shut, Dominic nuzzled unconsciously into Briar's chest, the wolf's larger frame enveloping him completely. The snow outside continued to fall, blanketing the world in white silence, but inside, there was only the crackle of the fire, the soothing weight of Briar's arms, and the quiet reassurance that, for now, everything was okay.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Dominic let himself believe it.