Holiday Awakening 3

Holiday Awakening

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

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Welcome to another chapter of Holiday Awakening--a tale bursting with furry, bisexual eroticism, messy emotions, and plenty of sticky situations. If the words "yiff" or "knot" make you clutch your pearls, you might want to skedaddle now--this ride isn't for the faint of heart or those under 18. Seriously, if you're not of age or if this kind of spicy content is illegal in your area, close this tab and go do something wholesome.

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Now, buckle up, fluff your tails, and prepare for the scandalous adventures of Dominic and his growing list of confusingly hot entanglements. Reader discretion (and plenty of lube) is advised.

Chapter 3: Slippery Slopes

Dominic stirred faintly, the heat of the fire still lingering on his fur, but it was the warmth wrapped around him that truly anchored him. Briar's strong arms held him tightly, the wolf's chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm against Dominic's back. He felt Briar's soft breath tickling his ear, each exhale carrying that unmistakable wolf scent--musky, earthy, and undeniably comforting. Dominic's tail shifted slightly, brushing against Briar's legs as he became more aware of their position. Briar's heavy cock, still hard, nestled firmly between Dominic's asscheeks, the weight of it impossible to ignore. Yet, instead of panic or confusion, Dominic felt something entirely different: peace. For the first time since this whirlwind of confusion began, Dominic felt grounded. The guilt, the shame, the anxiety that had plagued him seemed to melt away in the wolf's embrace. He felt safe, held together by Briar's steady grip and the quiet intimacy they now shared. Briar shifted slightly in his sleep, his arms tightening instinctively around Dominic's waist. The fox felt a low, soft growl rumble through the wolf's chest, not threatening but protective, and Dominic's lips curved into the faintest smile.

How does he make me feel this way? Dominic thought, his eyelids heavy as sleep threatened to pull him under again. The steady beat of Briar's heart against his back and the warmth of the wolf's cock against him created a cocoon he didn't want to leave. Dominic allowed himself to relax, his own breathing falling in sync with Briar's. He drifted off again, the last thing he registered being the comforting weight of Briar's arm draped over him.

It was later--Dominic didn't know how much later--that he was pulled from sleep by muffled voices. For a moment, he thought he was dreaming, but the soft murmur of conversation just beyond the den snapped him fully awake.

"They're so cute together," came a voice, feminine and warm, with a slight lilt of amusement.

"I thought the Reeves boy was straight," another voice replied, deeper and rougher, tinged with scepticism.

"Sweetie," the first voice said, laughter in her tone, "Briar's had a crush on him for so long. I'm just happy it's finally working out."

Dominic froze, his heart pounding as the words sank in. Crush?

"What will his bitch of a mother say?" the deeper voice grumbled, clearly unimpressed.

"Hush," the woman scolded gently. "That doesn't matter right now. Let them sleep."

The voices grew softer, moving away from the den, but Dominic's mind was racing. He craned his neck to glance over his shoulder at Briar, who was still deeply asleep, his grip on Dominic loose but present.

How much did they see? How much do they know? Dominic's thoughts spiraled, but one thing stuck out more than anything else. Briar... had a crush on me?

Dominic barely stirred as Briar shifted behind him, the wolf's deep, even breaths brushing softly against his ears. But then he felt it--Briar's massive cock sliding more firmly into the cleft of his ass, the weight of it pressing insistently against him. Dominic's breath hitched as the tapered tip of Briar's length nudged against his untouched hole, the sensation igniting a rush of heat that pooled low in his belly. Dominic sighed softly, nestled against Briar's broad chest, the warmth of the fire and the wolf's arms enveloping him completely. Briar's heavy breaths tickled his ears, each one slow and steady, while the wolf's scent--earthy, musky, and so uniquely him--filled Dominic's nose. It wasn't just comforting. It was intoxicating. The weight of Briar's cock, still hard and nestled snugly between Dominic's asscheeks, pressed insistently against him. He couldn't help but notice the way the wolf's tapered tip nudged against his untouched hole every time Briar shifted in his sleep. Each subtle movement sent sparks through Dominic's body, making his cock throb painfully as it slid free of his sheath, dripping onto the fur of his stomach.

What the hell is wrong with me? Dominic thought, biting his lip to stifle a soft whimper. But the truth was, he didn't want to stop feeling this way. Briar's arms around him, his cock pressed against him, the steady rhythm of his breathing--it all made Dominic feel safe, protected, and... wanted. When Briar shifted again, his thick cock pressed more firmly against Dominic's entrance, the tapered tip catching slightly against the tight ring of muscle. Dominic gasped softly, his body trembling as his cock twitched, leaking more precum onto his stomach. He bit his lip, unable to stop himself from grinding back ever so slightly, his hips moving on their own as he sought out the pressure that was quickly driving him insane. "Gods," Dominic whispered, his breath hitching as his hole clenched against the teasing tip of Briar's cock. He rolled his hips again, a small, desperate motion that made his entire body shudder.

But before he could lose himself completely--

"Holy shit!"

Dominic jerked violently, his heart racing as Briar's little brother Robbie burst into the room, practically bouncing off the walls. "Are you guys fucking naked?!" Robbie yelled, his voice somewhere between outrage and laughter. His wide eyes flicked between the two of them, zeroing in on Dominic's dripping cock and Briar's massive erection still nestled between the fox's cheeks. "What the shit, Briar? You didn't even warn me!"

"Robbie--" Dominic stammered, his face burning as he tried to cover himself with his paws, his cock still twitching and leaking in full view. "I--we weren't--this isn't--"

"Relax, Dom," Briar muttered sleepily, his arms tightening around the fox as he nuzzled into Dominic's neck. "Morning, squirt. What's with all the yelling?"

Robbie threw his hands in the air, his tail wagging furiously as he pointed at them. "Why the shit are you naked on the floor? And why the shit is your cock pressed against Dom's ass? Mom and Dad are literally in the kitchen!"

Dominic let out a strangled noise, his entire body heating up as Robbie continued his tirade.

"And Dom, dude, you're dripping," Robbie added, gesturing wildly at the precum glistening on Dominic's cock. "Like, holy shit, I didn't know foxes could even--"

"Robbie," Briar growled lightly, cutting him off. He sat up, his massive cock swinging heavily between his legs, still dripping onto the rug. "Calm the fuck down. Why the shit are you losing your shit? We're not doing anything, okay?"

Robbie snorted, clearly unconvinced. "Yeah, sure, and I'm the Tooth Fairy."

"Just go," Briar said, rolling his eyes as he stretched. "We'll be up in a minute."

"Fine," Robbie said, throwing his hands up. "But don't blame me when Mom and Dad walk in on you balls-deep or something." He turned and bounded out of the room, yelling over his shoulder, "Hey, Mom! Briar and Dom are naked, and they've got huge boners!"

Dominic groaned, burying his face in his paws as he heard footsteps approaching. "Oh gods, Briar," he muttered, his voice muffled. "Your family is going to see me like this. I'm going to die."

Briar chuckled, completely unbothered, and stood without a hint of shame. His massive cock swayed heavily as he stretched, and Dominic couldn't help but stare, his cheeks burning as his own cock twitched in response. The door opened, and Briar's parents stepped in, both looking entirely too amused. His mom's silver-streaked fur caught the light as she gave them a warm smile, while his dad crossed his arms, his expression somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

"Well," his mom said, her tone cheerful, "good morning, boys. Looks like someone had a fun night."

Dominic stammered, trying to cover himself with his paws again as his tail flicked nervously. "I--I can explain--"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't have to explain anything," his mom said, waving him off. "It's just nice to see Briar finally bringing someone home."

"Though I somehow expected them to be wearing pants," his dad added, raising an eyebrow.

Dominic's ears flattened as his tail tucked tightly between his legs. "I--I should go--"

"Relax, Dom," Briar said, smirking as he clapped the fox on the back. "They're used to it."

"I--what?!" Dominic's voice cracked, his face heating even further as Briar's mom chuckled softly.

"We're an open family," she said with a smile. "You don't have to be embarrassed around us."

But Dominic couldn't handle it. Not with Briar standing there completely naked, not with his own cock still dripping in full view, and certainly not with the casual, almost amused way Briar's parents looked at him. "I--I'll just go to your room," Dominic stammered, bolting for the hallway.

He heard Briar laughing softly behind him, chatting easily with his parents as if nothing had happened. The wolf's calm, almost cocky demeanor only made Dominic's embarrassment worse as he fled into Briar's room and slammed the door behind him. The wolf's scent hit him immediately--strong, musky, and undeniably Briar. The room was tidy but lived-in, with small personal touches scattered around. Dominic's cheeks burned as he realised his clothes were still in the living room, leaving him with no choice but to dig through Briar's things for something to wear.

Dominic hesitated, standing in the middle of Briar's room as his tail flicked nervously behind him. His cock still hung heavy between his legs, dripping despite his best efforts to calm himself down. He glanced around, his eyes landing on Briar's bureau, and decided to start there. Maybe I can find something that fits, he thought, tugging the top drawer open. Glancing in, his paws brushing against soft fabric as he rifled through T-shirts and boxers. The scent of Briar's musk clung to everything, and Dominic couldn't help but inhale deeply, the heat in his belly stirring again despite his mortification.

It was immediately clear that Briar's clothes were all too big. T-shirts that looked like they'd swallow him whole, boxers that could double as shorts, and socks so long they'd practically reach his thighs. Dominic sighed, his fingers brushing through the neatly folded items as he searched for something, anything, that might work. At the back of the drawer, his paw hit something unexpected--a string of anal beads. Dominic froze, the smooth, rubbery texture catching him off guard. He pulled them out slowly, holding the toy in his hand as his cheeks burned bright red.

Dominic hesitated as he picked up the toy, his nose twitching involuntarily. Despite being visibly clean, the beads carried a faint, lingering earthiness--unmistakably Briar's scent. It wasn't unpleasant, just strong, commanding, undeniably masculine. He brought the toy closer, curiosity getting the better of him, and inhaled deeply. His chest tightened, and a shiver ran down his spine. Briar uses this? The thought alone made his fur bristle with heat. He stared at the beads, his mind racing with images he couldn't stop--Briar on his back, those thick thighs spread wide, the beads disappearing one by one into his hole as he groaned. Dominic swallowed hard, his cock twitching violently as the mental image shifted. Now it was him holding the beads, pushing them into Briar's tight, muscular ass, the wolf's deep voice growling his name. Dominic's knot began to swell, the heat pooling in his belly making his entire body thrum with arousal. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, his paw flexing around the beads as he tried to shake the thoughts away.

A sudden burst of laughter from the living room snapped him out of it. He shoved the beads back into the drawer hastily, his ears flattening as he grabbed a pair of boxers from the pile and moved to the next drawer. Each one was the same story--clothes far too big for his smaller frame. Briar was a full eight inches taller, and his broad, muscular build made Dominic feel almost dainty in comparison. Dominic sighed, exasperated, and moved toward the closet.

The moment he slid the door open, Briar's scent poured out, thick and primal, wrapping around Dominic like an invisible leash. It was overwhelming--pure musk, raw masculinity, and a deep wolfish undertone that made his head spin and his cock throb. Dominic couldn't help but inhale again, savouring the way it seemed to cling to his fur, soaking into his very being. His eyes fell to the basket at the bottom of the closet, stuffed with Briar's dirty laundry--sweaty basketball gear, jockstraps damp with his scent, and even a pair of shorts that still carried the faint, heady aroma of cum.

Dominic's breath hitched, his imagination running wild. Did Briar touch himself wearing those? His cock strained against his jeans, the thought of Briar's scent mingling with his own making his tail flick uncontrollably. "Gods," Dominic whispered, his paw hovering over the basket. He leaned in slightly, his nose brushing against one of the jockstraps as he inhaled again, the heady, primal scent making his knees weak. How does he always smell so good?

Feeling bolder, Dominic started digging through the basket, hoping to find something more his size. But his paws brushed against damp fabric, and he yanked his hand back, realizing he'd grabbed a pair of compression shorts that were sticky with what he could only assume was Briar's release. Dominic's face burned, but the heat in his belly refused to subside. He clutched the boxers he'd found earlier against his stomach, trying to focus on finding a shirt when the door creaked open behind him.

Thinking it was Briar, Dominic called out without turning around. "Don't you have anything my size in here?" he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Sure I do," came the response, cheerful and far too young-sounding to be Briar. "But they're in my room."

Dominic froze, his entire body tensing as he spun around, clutching the boxers to his still-leaking boner. Standing in the doorway, grinning like he'd just stumbled upon the best joke in the world, was Robbie.

"Dude," Robbie said, his eyes flicking down to Dominic's dripping cock before snapping back up to his face. "Are you seriously hard in Briar's closet? What the shit is going on in here?"

"I--I wasn't--this isn't--" Dominic stammered, his tail flicking wildly as he tried to come up with a coherent response.

"Relax, dude," Robbie said, stepping into the room and leaning casually against the doorframe. "It's not like you're the first guy to pop a boner in this house. Briar's probably rubbing off on you. Literally, by the looks of it."

Dominic groaned, his ears flattening as he tried to will his cock to go down. "Could you not?" he muttered, his voice strained.

Robbie shrugged, his grin widening. "Hey, it's not my fault you're walking around naked and leaking like a broken faucet." Dominic's face burned hotter than ever as he clutched the boxers tighter, desperately wishing the ground would swallow him whole. "Anyway," Robbie said, pushing off the doorframe and heading toward the hall. "If you want something that actually fits, you're welcome to raid my closet. Just try not to jizz on anything, okay?"

Before Dominic could respond, Robbie was gone, his laughter echoing down the hallway. Dominic slumped against the wall, his cock still painfully hard as Briar's scent lingered in the air around him. What the fuck is happening to me? he thought, his heart pounding as he glanced back at the basket of laundry. Despite everything, the thought of Briar's scent, his cock, his everything, refused to leave his mind.

Dominic sighed, his ears still burning from Robbie's teasing. He unfolded the boxers he'd taken from Briar's bureau, slipping them on carefully. They were a little loose on his smaller frame but manageable, and the fabric clung to him just enough to catch the steady drips of precum still leaking from his tip. He glanced back at the closet one last time, inhaling deeply as Briar's scent filled his nose again--sweat, musk, and something undeniably primal. It made his legs feel weak, and his cock twitched helplessly in the boxers. Shaking his head, Dominic stepped away and padded out of the room, his tail flicking nervously behind him.

Robbie's door was slightly ajar, and Dominic pushed it open hesitantly. The instant he stepped inside, the scent hit him like a freight train--thick, pungent, and so overwhelmingly wolfish that it nearly took his breath away. The room was a disaster zone. Clothes were strewn across the floor, a half-empty pizza box sat precariously on the edge of the desk, and the bed was an unmade tangle of blankets and pillows. But it wasn't just messy--it was musky. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat, cum, and something that Dominic couldn't quite place but made his knees wobble.

"Shit," Dominic muttered under his breath, covering his nose with his paw as his eyes watered slightly from the sheer intensity of it.

Robbie's head popped up from behind the bed, his cheeky grin practically oozing mischief. "Oh, hey, didn't hear you come in," he said, completely unfazed by the interruption. "Yeah, sorry about the mess. Mum won't step foot in here anymore. Says it's `too feral.'" He made air quotes with exaggerated flair, snickering. "But honestly? I don't care. This is my sanctuary, and I fucking love the way it smells."

Dominic's nostrils flared involuntarily, the thick, humid musk saturating the air. It was impossible to ignore. Beneath the layers of sweat and dirty laundry was the unmistakable scent of cum, everywhere. It wasn't just on the sheets or the rumpled clothes thrown haphazardly around the room--it clung to the walls, to the very fabric of the air itself. His gaze drifted upward, and his stomach twisted as he noticed a constellation of crusty stains spattered across the headboard and creeping up the wall behind it. Robbie caught where Dominic was looking and let out a loud, unapologetic laugh. "Yeah, impressive, huh? That's from a really good week. I was seeing how far I could shoot--pretty sure I set a new record. Fuck, you can still smell it, can't you?" He leaned forward, sniffing the air like he was savouring the finest cologne.

Dominic froze, his ears flattening, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and an unwelcome jolt of arousal. "You--you're serious?"

Robbie smirked wider, clearly enjoying the reaction. "Oh, don't act so shocked. Yeah, this is where I do my best gooning. I'll just lay here for hours, dick in paw, soaking it all in." He gestured grandly around the room, as if he were presenting some luxurious mansion instead of a stink-filled disaster zone. "Sweaty jocks, cum stains on the sheets, stale musk in the air--it's fucking perfect." Dominic stammered, his mind reeling, but Robbie wasn't finished. "And get this," the younger wolf said, leaning back against the bedframe with an infuriatingly casual air. "Sometimes Briar and I'll even jerk off together in here. Y'know, brotherly bonding and shit."

Dominic's jaw dropped, his tail bristling as his cheeks burned hotter than ever. "You--you're kidding. That's--"

"What? Weird?" Robbie cut in, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Please. Like you wouldn't want a front-row seat to my brother getting himself off. Fuck, Dom, you're hard just standing in here, aren't you?"

Dominic's breath hitched, his paws curling into fists as Robbie's eyes dropped pointedly to his crotch. "Relax," Robbie added, his grin turning wicked. "I'm not judging. Briar's scent does that to a guy. Trust me, I know."

Dominic's jaw dropped, and his face turned an even deeper shade of red. "You--you're joking, right?" he stammered, his voice cracking.

Robbie's grin widened. "Not even a little," he said, his tail wagging lazily. "I mean, look around, Dom. You feel that in the air, don't you? That's not just me. That's Briar too. And a couple other guys, if we're being honest." He shrugged, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Dominic's stomach churned, not with disgust but with something darker, something hotter. He could feel the air clinging to him, the scent wrapping around him like a thick blanket. His cock throbbed traitorously in the boxers, leaking even more as Robbie gestured toward the closet.

"Anyway," Robbie said, flashing a wicked smile. "Dig around if you want. There's probably something in there that fits you. But fair warning--the scent's strongest in there."

Dominic hesitated, his paw hovering near the closet door as his heart pounded in his chest. He glanced at Robbie, who was watching him with an expression that was equal parts amusement and curiosity.

"Well?" Robbie said, raising an eyebrow. "You gonna stand there all day, or are you gonna find some clothes? Or, y'know, just enjoy the ambiance?"

Dominic swallowed hard, his paw trembling slightly as he reached for the closet door. The scent was already overwhelming, but he couldn't stop himself--not now.

Dominic hesitated, his paw trembling as he slid the closet door open. The moment the crack widened, the scent poured out, dense and all-consuming, slamming into him with unrelenting force. It wasn't just a smell--it was a presence, a living, breathing aura of pure wolfish masculinity that dominated the space. The musk was suffocating, the potent cocktail of sweat, unwashed fur, and cum so thick it hung in the air like a fog. Dominic could almost chew it, the heady aroma coating his tongue and filling his lungs, leaving him lightheaded and achingly hard. His knees buckled as his tail curled between his legs, the sheer intensity of it dragging a low, needy whimper from his throat.

"Fuck," Dominic breathed, his hole clenching so hard it almost hurt, his cock jerking violently in response to the overpowering funk. His entire body trembled as the musky haze wrapped around him, seeping into his fur, marking him in ways that felt primal and irreversible.

His paw flexed instinctively, gripping the edge of the door for balance as the scent continued to pour out, saturating him in its feral potency. Precum oozed from his tip, soaking the thin fabric of the borrowed boxers, and his mind raced with images he couldn't control--Robbie, sprawled out naked in this very closet, pawing furiously while growling in pleasure. Dominic gasped, his hips twitching involuntarily as the heavy scent settled deep in his gut. I shouldn't want this. Gods, why do I want this so badly?

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. You're here to find clothes, not to perv on Briar's brother, he chastised himself silently. Still, his body's traitorous reaction made it hard to concentrate as he dug through the pile of clothes stuffed haphazardly into the closet.

"Having fun in there?" Robbie asked, his tone light and teasing.

Dominic stiffened, his ears flicking back. "No," he said quickly, his voice a little too high. "I'm just... looking for something that fits."

"Uh-huh," Robbie said, clearly unconvinced. "You're not getting off on my closet, are you? `Cause, like, I get it, but that's kinda weird, dude."

Dominic flushed, pulling out a too-large shirt and tossing it aside. "No! I just--I can't find anything my size."

Robbie chuckled, leaning casually against the doorframe. "Relax, I'm just messing with you. You're so wound up, man. You'd think I walked in on you sucking Briar's dick or something."

Dominic froze for half a second before shaking his head and muttering, "I don't even know how to respond to that."

"Didn't think so," Robbie said with a grin. He tilted his head, watching Dominic with open curiosity. "So, what's the deal? You gay now? Bi? Or is it just Briar who's got you all hot and bothered?"

Dominic paused, his paws stilling as he turned to look at Robbie. "I don't... I don't know," he admitted, his voice soft. "It's all so new. I've never really thought about it before, and now..."

"Now it's all you can think about?" Robbie finished for him, raising an eyebrow.

Dominic sighed, leaning against the closet door as he tried to find the words. "Yeah. I guess so. It's confusing, but... I've been enjoying it. A lot, actually."

Robbie nodded thoughtfully, his expression serious for once. "Okay, so you're figuring it out. Nothing wrong with that." He smirked. "But you had fun with Briar last night, huh?"

Dominic's ears flicked nervously, but he stepped out of the closet to face Robbie directly. His heart pounded as he met the wolf's gaze, but there was no hesitation in his voice when he answered. "Yeah. I really did."

Robbie's grin faded, replaced by an intensity that made Dominic's breath catch. The younger wolf stepped closer, his towering frame looming over Dominic by at least six inches. His presence was overwhelming, the sheer weight of his musk filling the air between them.

"Good," Robbie said, his voice low and firm. "But listen to me, Dom." He leaned in, his sharp blue eyes locking onto Dominic's. "Don't you dare break Briar's heart. If you do, you won't ever have to worry about what gets your dick hard again, because I'll make sure you can't."

Dominic's breath hitched, his tail tucking instinctively as the wolf's words hung heavy in the air. But before the tension could build too far, Robbie's expression softened into a wicked grin, and he wrapped Dominic in a firm hug.

"I'm just fucking with you," Robbie said, laughing as he pulled back. "Mostly."

Dominic blinked, his face burning as Robbie stepped away and started rifling through the closet himself. "Here," Robbie said, tossing a pair of sweatpants onto the bed. "These should fit okay. And this." He grabbed a slightly oversized hoodie from the floor, shaking it out before handing it over.

"Thanks," Dominic muttered, his voice still shaky as he took the clothes.

Robbie smirked, leaning against the bedframe as he watched Dominic pull on the sweatpants. "Don't mention it. But seriously, Dom. Be good to my brother, yeah?"

Dominic nodded, his chest tightening as he slipped on the hoodie. "I will," he said softly. "I promise."

"Good," Robbie said, his grin widening. "Now hurry up and get dressed. Mom's probably making breakfast, and you don't want to miss it. Her pancakes are fucking legendary."

Dominic chuckled despite himself, the tension in the room easing slightly as he finished dressing. As he followed Robbie out into the hallway, the scent of wolf musk still clinging to him, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of belonging.

Dominic adjusted the hoodie Robbie had given him, the soft fabric draping over his smaller frame but still managing to feel comfortable. He glanced over at the younger wolf, who was watching him with a curious, almost amused expression. "Hey," Dominic said, his voice tentative. "Thanks, Robbie. For, uh... listening. And for being cool about all this. I don't know what's going on with me yet, and I'm not sure if Briar and I are more than just friends now, but..." He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've always loved him as a friend. I'd never hurt him. I mean that."

Robbie's ears flicked, and for a moment, his playful demeanour softened. Then he stepped forward and punched Dominic lightly on the shoulder. "Okay, that's enough of the sappy shit," he said, his grin returning. "You're not writing me a love letter, fox boy."

Dominic laughed nervously, his cheeks flushing.

Robbie smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. "But seriously, stop by next time you need clothes. Or, y'know..." He winked. "If you want to goon for a while."

Dominic's jaw dropped, and he sputtered, "I--what--no!"

"Sure, sure," Robbie said, waving him off with a grin. "Anyway, see you around, Dom."

Shaking his head, Dominic left Robbie's room and made his way back toward the den. As he approached, the sound of low conversation reached his ears, and he hesitated just outside the doorway.

"Just don't get your hopes up, sweetheart," Mrs. Whitten was saying, her voice gentle but firm. "Dominic's always been a good boy, but you know how his family is. And you know his mother."

"I know, Mum," Briar replied, his tone calm but resolute.

"And don't forget to get tested," Mr. Whitten added gruffly. "You don't know what those university boys are bringing back from campus these days. Be smart, Briar. Use protection."

Dominic's cheeks burned as he realised what they were discussing. He peeked around the corner and saw Briar standing completely naked in the middle of the room, his parents seated on the couch as they spoke to him. The wolf didn't seem fazed by their words--or by his lack of clothing. He simply nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"Don't worry, Dad," Briar said, his lips curving into a small smile. "I've got it under control."

Dominic cleared his throat softly as he stepped into the room, his heart pounding. "Hey, uh... I really should get back home," he said, glancing toward his clothes, which were still damp and piled in a corner.

Mrs. Whitten turned to him with a warm smile. "Dominic, dear, your clothes are still wet. Why don't you let me wash them for you? I'll have them ready for you when you come back."

"Oh, no, that's okay--" Dominic started to protest, but she waved him off.

"It's no trouble at all," she said firmly. "It's so good to see you, Dominic. Don't be a stranger, all right?"

"Thank you," Dominic said, his voice soft as he met her kind gaze. "I--I really appreciate it."

Briar stepped forward, his towering, naked frame making Dominic's cheeks flush again. "I'll walk you out," he said, his voice low and steady.

"Maybe grab some clothes first?" Dominic suggested, his lips twitching into a nervous smile.

Briar laughed, heading toward his room to get dressed. As Dominic waited, Mrs. Whitten patted his arm gently. "Take care, Dominic," she said, her voice warm. "And come back soon."

"I will," Dominic promised, the sincerity in his voice surprising even himself.

As Briar returned, now fully clothed, the two of them stepped outside together, the crisp winter air biting at Dominic's cheeks.

"Thanks for staying," Briar said quietly as they walked toward the edge of the property. "And thanks for... everything."

Dominic glanced at him, his heart swelling. "Yeah," he said softly. "Thanks for everything, too."

Dominic trudged down the snow-dusted path, his boots crunching against the icy ground. The winter chill bit at his exposed ears and nose, but it did little to cool the heat simmering inside him. He shoved his paws deeper into the hoodie Robbie had lent him, its oversized sleeves doing little to distract him from the storm of thoughts raging in his head.

His mother thought he was proposing to Claire soon. She'd practically said so at dinner, her words laced with that thinly veiled pressure only she could pull off. You'll make such a wonderful husband, she'd said, her smile tight and perfect, Claire's a lucky girl.

Claire.

Dominic kicked at a patch of snow, sending powder scattering across the path. The action was petty, but it felt good to let out some of the frustration building in his chest. Claire was lucky? Wasn't he supposed to be lucky, too? But how could he even think about marrying her when he couldn't stop picturing the way Briar had looked at him last night--eyes dark with lust, his lips curled into that wicked grin as he growled, "Take what you want, Dom."

Dominic's ears flattened as his cock twitched in the borrowed sweatpants. Gods, he thought bitterly, his tail flicking behind him. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Last night hadn't just been a mistake. It had been a revelation--a messy, overwhelming, mind-blowing revelation that left him shaking and breathless. He hadn't just let Briar touch him, kiss him, fuck him with his fingers. No, Dominic had wanted it--craved it. He'd begged for it, ground back against Briar's cock like some desperate slut, and fuck, he'd loved every second of it. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, his cock thickening slightly as more memories flooded in. Briar's cock filling his mouth, the weight of it pressing against his tongue as he took the wolf as deep as he could. And that tongue--gods, that tongue. Dominic's hole clenched involuntarily as he remembered the slick, wet heat of Briar's tongue swirling around him, driving him to the edge of sanity.

And now here he was, walking back to the life everyone expected him to live. His mother, with her pristine vision of his future. His father, with his gruff reminders about responsibility. Claire, waiting for a reply to the teasing message she'd sent last night, the one he'd left on read while he was busy leaking all over Briar's paw. Dominic groaned, his breath puffing out in a frustrated cloud as he clenched his fists in his pockets. How the fuck do I explain this?

It wasn't that he didn't love Claire--he did. But how could he sit across from her, hold her hand, kiss her, when all he could think about was Briar's musk filling his nose, the taste of his precum on his tongue, the way his knot had throbbed against Dominic's lips? And it wasn't just Briar. There had been others--the Labrador at the party, the snow leopard in the restroom. Each encounter had left him trembling, breathless, desperate for more.

He kicked another pile of snow, harder this time, sending it scattering into the air. The cold stung his toes through the thin fabric of the borrowed sweatpants, but he barely noticed. His mind was too busy circling the same bitter question: What the fuck am I doing? His mother expected him to propose to Claire. Did Claire expect it too? She'd never said so outright, but wasn't that the path they were supposed to be on? High school sweethearts turned college fiancés, a picture-perfect couple everyone admired. But how could he marry her when he was getting his dick sucked by strangers? When he was sucking dick himself--and loving it?

Dominic's tail lashed behind him as he walked, the familiar sight of his family's neighbourhood coming into view. The houses were decorated for the holidays, their warm lights glowing softly against the frosty backdrop. It should have felt comforting, but instead, it made his stomach churn. What was he supposed to do now? Pretend last night never happened? Pretend he wasn't craving more? Pretend he wasn't falling into something he couldn't control, something that made him feel more alive than he ever had before?

He thought of Briar's easy smile, the way the wolf had held him close, made him feel safe even as he unraveled under his touch. And he thought of Claire, sweet and beautiful and waiting for an answer. What the fuck am I supposed to tell her?

The snow crunched beneath his boots as he reached the edge of his driveway. His mother's car was parked neatly in its usual spot, and the warm glow of the house lights spilled onto the front steps. Dominic hesitated, staring at the door like it might swallow him whole. The life waiting for him inside was familiar, comfortable, everything he'd ever known. But for the first time, it felt like a prison. And Dominic wasn't sure if he wanted to stay--or if he had the courage to break free.

Dominic opened the front door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. The house was silent, save for the faint hum of the central heating. The familiar scent of pine cleaner and his mother's favourite cinnamon candles filled the air, as controlled and orderly as everything else about this place. He kicked off his boots by the door, lining them up perfectly against the wall, an instinct drilled into him from years of his mother's expectations. This house wasn't just a home--it was a museum. Everything had its place, and anything out of place was swiftly corrected.

"Hello?" he called softly, his voice echoing faintly in the empty foyer. There was no reply. His parents were likely out for the day, just as they'd said they would be. That was good. He didn't think he could handle another round of pointed questions and veiled expectations right now. As he ascended the stairs, the familiar creak of the third step under his weight sent a pang of nostalgia through him. He remembered sneaking up these stairs late at night as a teenager, careful not to wake his parents. Back then, it had been thrilling--slipping out of their perfectly managed world for stolen moments of freedom. But now, it just felt... suffocating. He pushed open the door to his room and stopped in the doorway, staring at the space like he was seeing it for the first time. The bed was made perfectly, the navy-blue comforter smooth and taut, the pillows fluffed and arranged symmetrically. His desk was pristine, no clutter, just his laptop and a stack of textbooks arranged by size. The bookshelf was an exercise in perfection, the spines aligned, the shelves dust-free. Even his laundry hamper was empty, his clothes always folded and put away without fail.

It was everything Briar's room wasn't.

Dominic could still picture Briar's space--the warm light from the fire, the pile of books stacked haphazardly on the coffee table, the smell of musk and woodsmoke that clung to everything. It felt alive, lived-in. Comfortable. Real.

And Robbie's room? Gods, that had been an assault on his senses. The scent of sweat and cum and unwashed clothes hanging heavy in the air, the chaos of his belongings strewn everywhere. It was messy, sure, but it had a certain freedom to it, like Robbie didn't give a shit what anyone thought.

Dominic glanced around his own room, his tail flicking uneasily. It was perfect. Sterile. Impersonal. Like it belonged to someone who didn't actually live here. He stepped inside and sank onto the edge of the bed, the mattress barely shifting under his weight. He rubbed his paws over his face, exhaling slowly as his mind churned. This is who I'm supposed to be, he thought bitterly. The perfect son. The perfect boyfriend. The perfect future husband. His gaze flicked to the framed photo of him and Claire on the nightstand, their smiles frozen in time. His chest tightened as he thought of her. Sweet, kind Claire, who he had been with since highschool. Did she expect a proposal? His mother certainly did. She'd practically handed him the script: get down on one knee, make her the happiest girl alive, and solidify the perfect future everyone envisioned for them. Dominic's stomach churned. How can I propose to her when I'm sneaking off to get my dick sucked by guys and loving every second of it?

His ears flattened as the memories flooded back. The snow leopard in the restroom, the Labrador at the party, and then... Briar. Last night had been different. Raw, intense, and impossibly intimate. The way Briar's paws had held him steady, the way his voice had growled, low and teasing. And that tongue--Dominic shivered, his hole clenching at the memory of the wolf's tongue swirling around him, driving him to the brink of madness. What the fuck am I doing? he thought, his tail curling around his leg.

He pulled out his phone and stared at Claire's name in his messages. Her unread text from last night sat there like a silent accusation. She'd sent him that teasing picture, expecting him to respond, and instead, he'd left her on read while he deep-throated his best friend and swallowed his load. Dominic clenched his jaw, his thumbs hovering over the keyboard. He couldn't ignore her forever. He had to say something.

Dominic: Hi babe. Sorry about last night. I was exhausted after the train ride and passed out pretty hard.

(Both true, technically. He was tired, and he did pass out--just in Briar's arms, in front of a roaring fire, after choking on his best friend's cock and cumming twice himself.)

He hesitated, then added another line.

Dominic: I've been thinking about you.

(Thinking about how I've been cheating on you with blokes left and right and loving every second of it.)

His ears flicked nervously as he typed the next message, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him.

Dominic: I can't wait to see you.

(And tell you I can't do this anymore. I can't keep lying to you. I can't keep pretending I know what the hell I'm doing.)

He stared at the screen for a long moment before finishing.

Dominic: My parents are out for the day, but it's so nice out. Maybe we can go out?

(Someplace public. Someplace where you won't expect me to have sex with you, because I'm not sure I can even do that right now.)

He hit send before he could second-guess himself, his heart pounding as he set the phone down beside him. The pristine order of his room suddenly felt oppressive, the weight of everything he was expected to be closing in on him. Dominic buried his face in his paws, his breaths coming fast and uneven. He didn't know what he wanted, didn't know how to fix this, but he couldn't keep pretending.

Not anymore.

The confused fox flopped back onto his bed, letting out a long sigh as he sank into the mattress. The fabric of the borrowed hoodie brushed against his snout, carrying with it a hint of Robbie's scent--strong, musky, and undeniably wolfish. It wasn't as heavy as the closet back at the Whittens' house, but it was enough to make his balls tingle, a familiar heat pooling low in his belly. The scent reminded him of Briar too. The brothers shared that distinct wolf funk, though Briar's carried a deeper, smokier edge. Dominic shifted, his cock stirring against the borrowed boxers as his sheath began to swell.

Fuck, he thought, adjusting himself with one paw as the pressure built. He bit his lip, his eyes flicking to the door. The house was empty, his parents out for the day. He could... take care of this. Just a quick paw off to clear his head. His tail flicked against the bed as he slid a paw under the hoodie, letting it rest on his stomach as he debated with himself. Why not?

Dominic tugged down the waistband of the sweatpants, tucking them beneath his sack. His cock was straining against the boxers, the fabric damp where his tip pressed insistently. He adjusted them, his knot already beginning to swell as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. The boxers smelled faintly of Briar--musk and something heady, like the ghost of a recent release. The thought made Dominic's breath hitch as he rubbed his cock through the fabric, imagining what Briar might have done while wearing them. His other paw drifted to the borrowed hoodie, pulling it up toward his nose. The scent was stronger there, the memory of Robbie's closet flooding back to him--thick musk, sweaty jockstraps, and the unmistakable tang of cum. Dominic buried his face in the fabric, inhaling deeply as his tail curled against the bed. Gods, he thought, his cock twitching violently. His mind wandered to Briar's room, to the crusty compression shorts he'd found in the laundry basket, to the image of Briar stretched out on his bed, his muscular frame glistening with sweat as he pawed off.

He groaned softly, wrapping his paw around his shaft through the boxers, feeling the heat radiating from his flesh as he started to stroke. The fabric rubbed against him deliciously, catching on the sensitive ridge of his tip as he bucked his hips into his paw. But just as he began to lose himself in the sensation, his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Dominic froze, his heart pounding as the sound cut through the haze of his arousal. He reached out with his free paw, fumbling for the phone as his other remained firmly gripped around his cock.

The screen lit up with Claire's name.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his ears flattening as the guilt came rushing back. His paw lingered on the screen, hovering over the notification as his cock throbbed insistently in his other hand. The moment stretched on, his mind caught between two worlds--one filled with guilt and obligation, the other with heat and desire. Dominic stared at the notification on his phone, his cock still throbbing in his paw. Fuck it, he thought, unlocking the screen with a swipe of his thumb. His grip on his shaft tightened involuntarily as he opened the chat.

Claire: Morning! I missed you last night. You didn't even reply to my message. :(

Dominic winced. His ears flattened against his head as guilt clawed at his chest. I was tired, he reminded himself. And I did pass out... just not alone.

Dominic: Hey, babe. I'm really sorry. I was exhausted after the train ride and passed out pretty hard. I didn't mean to ignore you.

His paw flexed around his cock as another bead of precum soaked into the boxers, the fabric sticking to his tip. He shifted slightly, his thumb hovering over the keyboard as he waited for her reply.

The screen buzzed a moment later.

Claire: It's okay! I just missed you. I was hoping we could talk last night. :( But we can catch up today, right?

Dominic: Of course. I'd love that.

(Catch up? Sure. Let's talk about how I've been cheating on you with blokes left and right and loving every second of it.)

He bit his lip, suppressing a groan as his cock twitched again. His tail flicked against the bed as another message came through.

Claire: Did you like the picture I sent you? ;)

Dominic froze. His grip on his shaft faltered for a moment as his cheeks burned. The picture. She'd sent it last night, expecting a response--expecting him to fawn over her and tell her how much he wanted her. Instead, he'd been choking on Briar's cock and begging for more.

His ears flattened as he typed his reply.

Dominic: I loved it. I'm hard now just thinking about it.

(And the scent of wolf musk, his inner voice added unhelpfully.)

Claire's response came almost immediately.

Claire: Really? Maybe I'll send you another one to keep you company until I see you. ;)

Dominic exhaled shakily, his cock pulsing in his paw. He needed to finish this conversation before he completely lost his composure.

Dominic: You don't have to. I'd rather see you in person.

(Preferably someplace public, where you won't expect me to get hard thinking about someone else's jockstrap.)

Claire: Aww, you're so sweet. <3 When can we meet up?

Dominic glanced at the clock, his mind racing. He needed time to get himself together--to shower, to figure out what the fuck he was doing.

Dominic: How about in an hour?

Claire: Perfect! Can't wait to see you. I've got a surprise for you. ;)

Dominic swallowed hard, his ears twitching as the guilt threatened to overwhelm him.

Dominic: Can't wait.

He ended the conversation and tossed the phone onto the bed, his paw returning to his neglected cock. The boxers were soaked now, clinging to his shaft as he tugged them down, freeing himself completely. The cold air against his heated skin sent a shiver up his spine as he wrapped his paw around his length, stroking slowly. His knot had swollen halfway, the sensitive bulb straining against his grip as he bucked into his paw. Images flooded his mind--Briar's cock pressing against his lips, the thick, heady musk of the Whitten brothers, the way Robbie had grinned at him so casually. Dominic groaned, his tail curling as he stroked faster, the slick sound of his pre-slickened shaft filling the quiet room.

But just as the heat began to build, a thought struck him. His eyes snapped open, his strokes faltering as an idea took hold. Dominic sat up quickly, his heart pounding. The shower, he thought, his ears perking. He jumped off the bed, leaving his clothes in a pile as he dashed toward the bathroom, his cock still bobbing between his legs as his mind raced with possibilities.

Dominic stepped into the shower, shivering as the hot water cascaded over his fur, soaking into his pelt and washing away the chill of the morning. He closed his eyes, leaning against the tiled wall as he let the water run over him, trying to drown out the whirlwind of thoughts in his head. Grabbing the soap, he lathered it between his paws, the fresh, clean scent filling the air. He started with his chest, scrubbing away the faint musk that clung to him--the memory of Briar's body pressed against his, the way his scent had lingered on Dominic's fur. His paws moved down to his stomach, his fingers catching on the damp fur of his sheath, still swollen and sensitive from earlier.

Dominic bit his lip as he soaped up his thighs, forcing himself to keep his touch clinical. But when his paw drifted lower, sliding between his cheeks, he couldn't stop the flood of memories that came rushing back. Briar's tongue, hot and wet, swirling around his hole. The way it had felt when the wolf's finger had pressed inside him, slow and deliberate, stretching him open in ways he'd never imagined. He groaned, his tail curling as he pressed his soapy paw against his entrance, the slick suds making the glide easy. His breath hitched as he circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing himself the way Briar had. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his knees trembling.

Reaching for the conditioner, Dominic poured a generous amount into his paw, the cool liquid contrasting sharply with the heat of the water. He slicked up his finger, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pressed the tip against his hole. The resistance was immediate, his body clenching reflexively. But he didn't stop. Slowly, he pushed in, wincing as the tight ring gave way around his finger. It was strange, unfamiliar--but it wasn't unpleasant. By the time he reached the first knuckle, his breath was coming in shallow gasps. He paused, adjusting to the sensation before pressing deeper. The second knuckle slid in easier, his body remembering the stretch from the night before. Dominic's ears flattened against his skull as his finger pushed deeper, his other paw bracing against the tiled wall for support. When he finally reached the third knuckle, he felt it--a spot deep inside that sent a bolt of pleasure through him, sharp and electric.

"Gods," he gasped, his knees buckling as his hips jerked involuntarily. His cock, untouched, twitched violently, a bead of precum dripping from the tip as he pressed against that spot again. The sensation was overwhelming, like fireworks exploding behind his eyes. Without meaning to, he bucked his hips, his tail wagging weakly as he worked his finger in and out, each press against that secret place making his legs tremble.

Then it happened.

Dominic's entire body tensed as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His cock throbbed violently, the first spurt of cum shooting out in a thick arc to splatter against the shower wall. Another followed, and another, each pulse sending shudders through his body as he came hard, his finger still buried inside him. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as he leaned against the wall, his legs barely holding him up. The water washed away the evidence of his release, but the trembling in his limbs lingered, his mind reeling from what he'd just done.

Slowly, Dominic withdrew his finger, wincing slightly at the sensitivity. He stood there for a moment, letting the water cascade over him as he tried to steady his breathing. I can't keep doing this, he thought, though his still-twitching cock seemed to disagree. With a shaky exhale, he grabbed the soap again, scrubbing himself clean with hurried efficiency. He needed to get out, get dressed, and meet Claire. But as he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, the memory of his release still lingered, and with it, the shadow of a thought he couldn't quite shake:

What if this is who I am?

Dominic stepped into his walk-in closet, a space as meticulously arranged as the rest of his room. The shelves were lined with neatly folded sweaters and colour-coordinated shirts, while the polished shoes on the rack gleamed under the soft light. His full-length mirror stood at the far end, a frame of dark wood that matched the rest of the furniture. It was practical, functional, and completely impersonal--just like everything else. He sighed, running a paw through his damp fur as he scanned his wardrobe. A hoodie and jeans would have been his first choice, but that wouldn't do. Not here. Not for a Reeves. Instead, he reached for a crisp white button-down shirt, slipping it on and fastening it with practiced ease. The fabric hugged his frame, the fit tailored to perfection. Next came the trousers, charcoal grey, pressed with sharp creases down the front. He added a navy-blue vest, adjusting it in the mirror until the lines were straight, and topped it all off with a long, dark coat that buttoned snugly at the waist. The fox stepped back, his reflection staring back at him from the mirror. He looked sharp, polished, and far older than his years. The perfect image of the youngest Reeves son. He sighed again, tugging at the cuffs of his shirt. It was all so stuffy for someone his age, but it wasn't about what he wanted. It was about what was expected. Dominic turned slightly, smoothing his tail fur as he considered his reflection. His family's expectations had always been there, looming over him like an invisible weight. As the youngest of three, he didn't have much to complain about--at least, not compared to his brothers. Dominic's ears flicked as he adjusted his vest again. He stared at his reflection, the image of a young fox who had it all together. But beneath the polished exterior, he felt like a frayed thread, one tug away from unraveling completely.

I can't do this forever, he thought, his tail flicking anxiously behind him.

The button-down felt too tight, the vest too restrictive, like they were squeezing the air out of his lungs. He tugged at his collar, trying to breathe as the weight of it all settled on his shoulders. His family's expectations. Claire's expectations. Society's expectations. And now, the new, confusing expectations he was starting to have for himself. Dominic glanced at the pile of the borrowed clothes in the corner of the closet--the sweatpants and hoodie that smelled faintly of Robbie and Briar. They were a stark contrast to what he was wearing now, a reminder of a world he'd barely begun to explore but couldn't stop thinking about. He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. Claire was waiting. He needed to meet her, to keep up the appearance of the perfect son, the perfect boyfriend. For now, at least. The young fox straightened his coat one last time, smoothing the lapels before turning away from the mirror. But as he stepped out of the closet, the polished image of himself lingered in his mind, a stark reminder of the person everyone expected him to be--and the person he wasn't sure he wanted to be anymore.

Dominic grabbed his keys from the counter near the front door, the metallic jingle breaking the quiet of the house. He stepped outside, the brisk winter air nipping at his nose and ears as he made his way down the steps to his car. The dark sedan gleamed under the pale sunlight, its spotless surface reflecting the stark lines of the surrounding trees. His parents had always insisted on maintaining appearances, and the car was no exception--a practical, polished symbol of their family's impeccable reputation. Sliding into the driver's seat, Dominic adjusted the mirror and started the engine. The soft hum filled the cabin as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the main road. The town unfolded around him, a quaint mix of historic brick buildings and newer shops lining the streets. Holiday decorations adorned lampposts and storefronts, strings of lights casting warm glows in the chilly air. Dominic's fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he passed familiar landmarks--the bakery where he and Claire had shared countless pastries after school, the park where they'd taken their first photos as a couple, the small cinema where they'd watched their first film together. Each one brought with it a pang of nostalgia and a sharp reminder of how much his life had revolved around being who everyone expected him to be.

The drive was short, and soon enough, he pulled up to Claire's house. She was already waiting for him on the porch, her breath puffing out in soft clouds as she stood bundled in a chic wool coat. Her golden fur practically glowed in the winter light, and her auburn hair was styled in loose waves that framed her face. She smiled as she spotted him, the kind of smile that could light up a room. Dominic's chest tightened as he got out of the car to greet her. "Hey," he said, his voice warm but tinged with guilt.

"Hey, you," Claire replied, her tone light as she stepped closer. She leaned in for a kiss, her lips soft and warm against his. It was brief, but it still left him feeling conflicted--torn between the comfort of her familiarity and the weight of his secrets.

"You look beautiful," Dominic said, his tail flicking nervously behind him.

Claire blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you. You're looking pretty sharp yourself. Big plans today?"

Dominic chuckled, forcing himself to relax. "Just thought I'd dress up for you. Figured I owe you after disappearing on you last night."

Claire tilted her head, her gaze softening. "It's okay. I figured you were tired. How was the train ride?"

Dominic opened the car door for her, buying himself a moment to think. "It was... long," he said, his voice measured. "Spent most of the ride just thinking about the end of the term and the last couple of weeks. I might've skimmed through some music too--anything to keep my mind busy."

As Claire settled into the passenger seat, Dominic closed the door and walked around to the driver's side. The car was warm and smelled faintly of pine from the air freshener, a contrast to the biting cold outside. Once they were on the road, the conversation picked up naturally. Claire asked about his final exams, and he recounted the gruelling hours of studying and the relief of finally being done. She asked about his recital, her tone full of genuine curiosity, and Dominic described the packed auditorium and the piece he'd chosen to perform.

"You've been busy," Claire said, her tone teasing but affectionate. "Makes me feel lazy in comparison."

Dominic smiled, glancing over at her as they stopped at a red light. "You're far from lazy. How's work been?"

Claire launched into a story about her boss's latest antics, her voice animated as she described the chaos of the office. Dominic nodded along, letting her voice wash over him. She had a way of making even the most mundane stories sound interesting, and for a moment, he felt a pang of regret. He did love her, didn't he?

The restaurant came into view, a charming bistro tucked into the corner of a cobblestone square. Its warm lighting and elegant decor stood out against the wintry backdrop, promising a formal but intimate atmosphere. Dominic pulled into the small lot, finding a space near the entrance.

"This looks fancy," Claire said, raising an eyebrow as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"I figured you deserved something nice," Dominic replied, stepping out of the car and hurrying to open her door.

She smiled as she took his offered paw, her grip soft and familiar. "You're spoiling me."

They walked into the restaurant, the warmth inside enveloping them as a hostess greeted them with a bright smile. The smell of fresh bread and herbs wafted through the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the gentle clink of silverware. The hostess led them to a cozy table near the window, where candles flickered softly in the afternoon light. Dominic pulled out Claire's chair before taking his own, his movements smooth and practiced.

As they settled in, Dominic allowed himself a moment to breathe, the structured atmosphere of the restaurant oddly comforting. But even as they began to peruse the menus and exchange casual pleasantries, the weight of everything unsaid lingered at the edges of his thoughts, refusing to let him fully relax. The waiter had just left their table after taking their orders, leaving Claire and Dominic in a pocket of quiet surrounded by the soft hum of the restaurant. Dominic reached for his water glass, gripping it tightly as if it could anchor him. The crisp linen napkin in his lap felt too stiff, the buttoned vest too tight. He shifted slightly in his seat, forcing himself to meet Claire's gaze as she studied him with a knowing look.

"You're really tense," Claire said softly, her tone light but tinged with concern. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the edge of the table. "Is everything okay? I mean, aside from finals and the recital. You seem... distracted."

Dominic's tail twitched under the table, brushing against the back of his chair. "I'm fine," he said quickly, his voice a touch too defensive. He forced a small smile. "Just tired, I guess. It's been a long couple of days."

Claire didn't look convinced. Her auburn ears twitched as she tilted her head, her expression thoughtful. "I know our parents have been putting a lot of pressure on you lately," she began, her voice calm and measured.

Dominic froze, his glass halfway to his lips. Gods, does she know? he thought, panic bubbling in his chest. He set the glass down carefully, his ears flicking nervously.

"And I know what they expect," Claire continued, her eyes searching his face. "I know they think you're supposed to propose soon."

His heart skipped a beat. Gasp--she doesn't think I'm proposing here, does she?

Claire smiled gently, reaching across the table to place her paw on his. "You don't have to feel pressured, Dominic. I know you're still busy with school. We have a few more years until you graduate. There's no rush."

Dominic stared at her, his mouth slightly open as her words sank in. He should have felt relief, but instead, a wave of guilt and confusion washed over him. She wasn't pushing him. She wasn't demanding a proposal or expecting some grand gesture. She was giving him time. And yet, all he could think about was how little he deserved her understanding.

"Claire," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I really appreciate you saying that. I just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. How could he explain the storm inside him without giving everything away?

"It's okay," Claire said, squeezing his paw reassuringly. "I just don't want you to feel like you have to meet everyone else's expectations. This is our relationship, not theirs."

Dominic's chest tightened. Her words were so genuine, so kind, and they only made the guilt weigh heavier. You're so much better than I deserve, he thought bitterly, his tail curling tighter against the chair. "Thanks," he said after a moment, his voice soft. "I mean it. Thank you."

Claire smiled, her paw lingering on his for a moment before she pulled back to sip her water. The moment of tension passed, but Dominic's mind was still racing, every thought tangled with the knowledge that he was lying to her, to himself, to everyone. He forced himself to focus on the table settings, the flickering candle, the soft strains of classical music playing in the background. But the thoughts wouldn't stop. How long could he keep this up? How long could he keep pretending everything was fine?

The waiter returned with their starters, a light salad for Claire and a soup for Dominic. The smell of the broth filled the space between them, but Dominic's appetite had all but vanished. He picked up his spoon, determined to play his part for a little while longer.

For now, that's all he could do.

The crisp winter air nipped at Dominic's nose as he tightened his scarf, his paws shoved deep into his coat pockets. The ice rink in the park glimmered under strings of twinkling lights, the crowd bustling with families, couples, and groups of friends enjoying the season. Laughter and the scrape of skates against the ice filled the air as he watched Claire glide effortlessly across the rink.

She was stunning. Her auburn hair framed her face in soft waves, her cheeks flushed from the cold. The fitted cream-coloured coat she wore flared at the waist, accentuating her slender frame, and her knitted hat perched at an angle that only she could make look effortlessly stylish. She moved across the ice like she belonged there, her movements fluid and graceful as she twirled into a spin that drew the attention of everyone nearby. A few murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd, and Dominic caught more than one envious glance from other skaters.

She smiled at him as she skated past, her laughter ringing out like bells. Dominic smiled back, lifting a paw in a small wave, but inside, his chest felt tight. How do I tell her? he wondered for the thousandth time. Should I even tell her?

His gaze lingered on her as she performed a small figure skating routine, a mix of spins and jumps that drew a round of applause from onlookers. She curtsied playfully, her eyes sparkling as she skated back over to him "Enjoying the show?" she teased, nudging his arm.

Dominic chuckled softly. "You've got the whole rink watching you," he replied, his voice warm despite the turmoil swirling inside him.

Claire grinned, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Maybe. But I only care about impressing one person."

Her words were like a stone in his gut. He forced a smile, ignoring the twist of guilt that came with her sincerity.

After another hour of skating, they left the rink, grabbing hot chocolates from a nearby stand before heading back toward Dominic's car. The walk was quiet, the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots the only sound for a while. Claire looped her arm through his, leaning her head against his shoulder as they strolled.

"This was nice," she said softly, her breath fogging in the chilly air. "I missed you."

Dominic's chest tightened. "I missed you too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

They reached the car, and he helped her in before climbing into the driver's seat. The warmth of the heater filled the cabin as he started the engine, the radio playing softly in the background. Claire sipped her hot chocolate, her gaze drifting out the window as the town lights flickered past. After a while, she turned to him, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "You know," she began, her tone light but suggestive, "it's been so long since we've done something... naughty."

Dominic's ears twitched, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. "I mean," she continued, her voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone, "we've been so busy with school and everything. I just thought..." She trailed off, biting her lip in that way that always made his stomach flip. "Maybe we could find someplace quiet. Pull over for a bit. Just fool around. Like we used to."

Dominic's heart pounded in his chest. He glanced at her briefly, catching the hopeful glint in her eyes before returning his focus to the road. His mind raced, torn between the weight of his guilt and the warmth of her affection.

What the fuck do I do now?

Dominic turned down a quiet road just outside the edge of town, the soft glow of the town lights fading into darkness as the car rolled to a stop. The snow-dusted trees lining the road created a cocoon of privacy, their shadows dancing in the dim light of the dashboard. He shifted into park and leaned back in his seat, gripping the wheel for a moment as he tried to steady his thoughts. Claire was watching him, her eyes shining with that familiar mischievous glint.

"This is nice," she said softly, her voice low and warm.

Before he could respond, she leaned over, her hands sliding up his chest as her lips found his. Her kiss was soft at first, tentative, but it quickly deepened as her fingers traced the lines of his vest and slipped beneath his coat.

Dominic kissed her back, his paw coming to rest on her cheek. Her lips were warm and sweet, tasting faintly of chocolate and peppermint from the hot cocoa. She pressed closer, her hand drifting down to his lap, where she began to stroke him through his trousers. The touch sent a jolt through him, and he stiffened--not just physically, but mentally. He was hardening under her touch, his sheath swelling as her hand moved with practiced familiarity. But his mind was somewhere else. This is Claire, he reminded himself, trying to push away the flood of conflicting thoughts. This is normal. This is what I'm supposed to want.

Claire's lips moved to his jaw, trailing kisses down to his neck as she murmured softly against his fur. "I missed this," she whispered, her breath warm and teasing. Dominic groaned softly, his paw resting on her hip as she climbed halfway onto his lap. Her hand found the zipper of his trousers, tugging it down with an almost eager urgency.

"You've been holding out on me," she teased, her fingers slipping into his boxers to wrap around his cock. Dominic twitched under her touch, his knot already beginning to form. She pulled him free, stroking him slowly as she shifted in her seat. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation, but his mind kept drifting--to Briar, to Robbie, to the strangers who had left him shaking and breathless.

Claire dipped her head, her lips brushing the tip of his cock before taking him into her mouth. Dominic bit back a groan, his paw gripping the edge of the seat as she started to work him over. She was enthusiastic, but her movements lacked the finesse he'd experienced recently. Her tongue was too timid, her suction too light. The memory of the snow leopard's skilled mouth flashed through his mind, the way he'd swallowed Dominic whole without hesitation.

His arousal faltered.

Claire's head bobbed, her hand working his shaft as she hummed softly, trying to coax a reaction. But Dominic's cock softened in her mouth, his knot deflating as panic set in.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, his paw twitching against her shoulder.

Claire pulled back, her lips slick and slightly parted as she looked up at him with confusion. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft but concerned.

Dominic scrambled for an excuse, his ears burning with shame. "I--I think it's just been a long day," he said quickly, forcing a smile. "Maybe... maybe I can make it up to you?"

She tilted her head, her expression shifting to curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Dominic reached for her, guiding her gently back into her seat. "Let me take care of you," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "You deserve it."

Her cheeks flushed, and she smiled shyly, brushing her hair back as she nodded. "Okay," she said softly, her tone filled with anticipation. Dominic leaned over, his paws sliding up her thighs as he pressed a kiss to her neck. But even as he worked to please her, his mind raced, the weight of his actions and the truth he was avoiding pressing down on him. Dominic shifted in his seat, glancing around to ensure the road was still deserted. "The front's a little cramped," he said, his voice low. "Let's move to the back."

Claire giggled softly, her cheeks still flushed from their earlier kisses. "You're so old-fashioned," she teased, but she opened her door and stepped out, the cold air swirling around them as they climbed into the backseat.

The space was tighter than the front, but it felt more intimate, the windows slightly fogged from their breath. Claire slid onto the seat, her coat falling open to reveal her figure beneath. Dominic followed, the heat of her body drawing him closer as his paws settled on her hips. Her skirt rode up as she shifted, the soft fabric pooling around her thighs. Dominic's breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, the delicate material slightly damp with her arousal. "Someone's excited," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of affection and desire.

Claire bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as she leaned back against the seat. "Maybe just a little," she replied, her tone playful.

Dominic shifted, his knees pressing into the narrow floor space of the back seat as he spread Claire's legs wider. Her panties slid down her thighs, catching momentarily on the curve of her hips before dropping to the seat beneath her. The smell hit him instantly, warm and musky, her arousal slick against her folds. It filled the small space, mingling with the lingering scent of his own nervous sweat. He pushed her skirt up higher, exposing her fully. Her pussy glistened, flushed and swollen with need. His breath hitched as he lowered his head, the heat radiating from her drawing him in. I can do this. I'm good at this, he thought, gripping her thighs to hold her in place. This is normal. This is what I should want.

He started slow, dragging his tongue along the soaked slit of her cunt, tasting every drop of her arousal. She gasped sharply, her hips jerking against his muzzle, her slick coating his tongue and flooding his senses with her intoxicating sweetness. It wasn't just her taste--it was the raw, primal scent of her heat that made his cock ache, the musky, overpowering aroma filling his nostrils and driving him to bury his face deeper between her thighs.

"Fuck," he growled against her pussy, his tongue darting out to swirl around her clit, teasing the swollen nub before dipping lower. He spread her lips with his tongue, plunging inside her tight, wet entrance and fucking her with messy, eager strokes. Each thrust of his tongue earned a sharp, breathless cry from her, the sound shooting straight to his cock as pre leaked freely from his tip, soaking the sheets beneath him.

Her pussy clenched around his tongue, her juices dripping down his chin as he worked her over like a starving beast. He licked and sucked like it was the only thing keeping him alive, latching onto her clit and flicking it roughly until her thighs quivered against his head. Her scent was everywhere, sticking to his fur, filling his lungs, and making his knot swell painfully as he devoured her.

"Gods, you taste so fucking good," he groaned, his voice muffled as he buried his face even deeper. His claws dug into her hips, holding her steady as her legs trembled uncontrollably, her cries rising higher with every filthy slurp. He dragged his tongue from her slick entrance to her clit, swirling the tip before sucking it hard, his teeth grazing her just enough to make her arch her back and scream.

Her pussy gushed, soaking his muzzle as her body tensed and convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her in waves. He didn't stop, licking and sucking until she was sobbing his name, her thighs squeezing around his head as he rode out every last tremor of her release. Her taste, her scent, the raw heat of her orgasm--it was overwhelming, intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough. But even as he immersed himself in the act, his mind began to wander. The smell of her arousal, rich and intoxicating, mixed with another memory--Briar. The wolf's musk, thick and overwhelming, the way his scent had clung to Dominic's fur after last night.

His tongue moved faster, more deliberate, as the image of Briar flashed behind his eyes. He imagined the wolf's muscular frame, his tail lifted high, that tight hole waiting for Dominic to worship it. He could almost taste it--the heady mix of sweat and wolf musk, the way Briar would shudder under his touch. Dominic groaned against Claire, the vibration making her cry out. His paws tightened on her thighs as his tongue plunged deeper, searching for every spot that made her gasp and twitch. Her juices flowed freely now, coating his chin and dripping down his neck as he devoured her with a desperation that wasn't entirely for her.

She bucked hard against his muzzle, her claws digging into his fur as she ground herself onto his face, chasing every ounce of pleasure he was wringing from her trembling body. Her slick little clit was swollen, throbbing against his tongue, and he latched onto it with a feral hunger that sent a shudder through his entire body. He sucked on it greedily, rolling it under his tongue, the salty-sweet tang of her arousal flooding his senses and driving him to bury his face deeper between her thighs. Her dripping cunt clenched around nothing as her whole body tensed, her thighs locking tight around his head in a vice grip. She cried out sharply, her body convulsing as her orgasm slammed through her. Her juices gushed out in hot, messy waves, drenching his muzzle and soaking his fur until the musky, sticky wetness matted his face. Dominic didn't care--he couldn't care. He groaned against her snatch, licking, sucking, and slurping up every dripping stream as though her taste might drown out the relentless images of Briar that clawed at the edges of his mind.

The heat of her release clung to him, the mess coating his fur only spurring him on as he buried his tongue in her cunt again, revelling in the way she writhed and whimpered, utterly lost to the pleasure he forced out of her trembling body. He licked and sucked with renewed fervour, lapping up every drop as if it might drown the thoughts of Briar consuming his mind.

"Fuck, Dominic," Claire gasped, her voice shaking as she tried to catch her breath. "That was--oh gods--that was the best you've ever done."

Her praise sent a jolt through him, raw and electric. He pulled back slightly, his muzzle slick with her release, his fur damp and matted with her scent. He stared at her, his breath heavy, taking in the sight of her flushed face, her chest rising and falling, and the adoration glimmering in her half-lidded eyes. She looked utterly spent, her satisfaction written in every quivering muscle and whispered breath. And it wasn't even about her, he thought bitterly, his tail curling against the seat. Claire sat up slightly, cupping his cheek with a trembling paw. "Seriously, Dom. That was incredible," she murmured, her voice soft but sincere.

Dominic forced a smile, his heart pounding. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice low.

But as she pulled him into a kiss, her taste still heavy on his tongue, all he could think about was Briar. The way the wolf's tongue had felt inside him, the way his scent had driven Dominic wild, and the way he hadn't been able to stop himself from wanting more.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Claire's paw slid down between them, brushing against Dominic's lap. He tensed as her fingers wrapped around his cock, still damp from her earlier attempts. To his surprise--and guilt--he was hard again, his shaft swollen and pulsing under her touch. She smirked as her paw slipped into his coat pocket, pulling out the small foil packet she knew would be there. "Always prepared, thanks to Mrs. Reeves," she teased, holding it up between her fingers. The playful glint in her eye sent a spark straight to Dominic's groin as she tore the packet open with her teeth.

Dominic's breath hitched when her paw wrapped around his cock, holding him steady as she rolled the condom down his length. Her touch was firm, deliberate, and maddeningly slow as she smoothed the latex down over the full length of him. His tip twitched against her fingers, already leaking precum that smeared against her palm. She didn't waste time with any further teasing. With a determined glint in her eye, she climbed over him, straddling his lap as her skirt rode up to reveal her flushed thighs and glistening folds. Her paw guided him to her entrance, her slick heat teasing his head as she positioned herself.

Dominic's paws gripped her waist tightly, his claws digging lightly into her fur as she began to sink down onto him. The stretch was exquisite, her warmth engulfing him centimetre by agonising centimetre. His breath hitched as her walls squeezed him, pulling him deeper with every slow, deliberate movement. Her thighs trembled as she took him to the base, her ass pressing flush against his hips as she settled herself. She let out a soft gasp, her head falling back as her inner muscles pulsed around his cock. Dominic's own breath came in ragged pants, his body thrumming with tension as the car filled with the heady scent of arousal and the quiet sounds of their shared desire.

Her warmth swallowed him in one smooth, desperate motion, the slick, molten heat of her pussy pulling him in until there was nowhere left to go. Dominic's breath hitched, his claws digging into the seat as her walls clenched around him, tighter and hotter than he'd ever felt. Claire moaned low and deep, her voice vibrating with need as she tilted her head back, her hips starting a slow, teasing rhythm that left him trembling. The car was filled with the raw, filthy sounds of their bodies colliding--wet, messy, and unrestrained. Claire's thighs flexed against his, her movements deliberate, almost taunting, as she lifted herself slowly, making him feel every agonising inch as she pulled off him. Then she slammed back down, her slickness gushing with every thrust, the obscene squelch of her arousal echoing in the cramped space. Her pace quickened, each roll of her hips sending fresh waves of heat coursing through him, her scent thick in the air and clinging to his fur as he fought to keep from losing himself completely.

Dominic bit his lip, trying to focus on the sensations--her warmth, the way her walls clenched around him, the steady drip of her slick pooling between their thighs. But his mind refused to stay in the moment. She's so wet, he thought, his claws flexing against her hips. But will Briar's ass feel tighter? Hotter? The intrusive thought made his cock twitch inside her, and Claire moaned louder, mistaking his reaction for enthusiasm.

Her movements quickened, her hips grinding against him as she chased her own pleasure. Her breasts bounced slightly with each thrust, visible through the open collar of her coat, and her head lolled to one side as she lost herself in the rhythm. Dominic's paws moved on autopilot, sliding up her waist to her ribs as he tried to anchor himself in the moment. Her fur was damp with sweat, her scent stronger now--earthy and sweet, a stark contrast to the raw, primal musk that still lingered in his memory. Claire's moans grew more desperate, her nails digging into his shoulders as she leaned forward, pressing her chest against his. Her breath was hot against his neck, and her words came in breathy whispers.

"You feel so good, Dom," she murmured, her voice trembling. "So deep." Her praise should have spurred him on, but instead, it felt like a weight pressing down on his chest. He closed his eyes, willing himself to stay hard, to match her enthusiasm. But his mind drifted again, unbidden, to Briar.

Would his walls squeeze tighter than this? Would he moan like her, or would he growl? Would he push back against me, take me all the way in?

Dominic groaned, half from frustration, half from the sensation of Claire's wetness soaking his lap. Her juices dripped down his shaft, pooling around the base and soaking into the fabric of his trousers. The smell of her arousal filled the car, thick and heady, but it only served to blur the lines between what he wanted and what he couldn't stop imagining.

Claire's pace grew erratic, her thighs trembling as she rode him harder. The slap of her hips against his filled the space, the car rocking slightly with the force of her movements.

"Gods, you're so hard," she gasped, her voice breaking. "I needed this so bad." Dominic bit the inside of his cheek, nodding wordlessly as he struggled to focus. His paws slid lower, gripping her ass as she bounced on him, her motions becoming almost frantic. Her slick coated his fur, dripping down to his balls as she ground against him, seeking every ounce of friction she could get.

This is what I should want, Dominic told himself, his claws flexing against her skin. This is normal. This is Claire. But even as he tried to convince himself, the image of Briar lingered in the back of his mind, unshakable. The thought of the wolf beneath him, his tail wagging, his body arching, his hole tight and inviting--it sent a surge of heat through Dominic's core, making his cock throb inside Claire.

She moaned louder, her head falling forward as her hips rolled in smooth, circular motions. "You're so deep, Dom," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "So perfect." He swallowed hard, guilt and arousal warring within him as she moved faster, her body trembling with effort. Her wetness soaked him completely now, dripping onto the seat beneath them, the evidence of her pleasure undeniable.

Dominic's grip on her tightened as he let himself get lost in the moment, if only briefly. But no matter how hard he tried, the questions wouldn't leave him. How do I tell her? Can I tell her? What if this is all I'll ever be--half here, half somewhere else?

Claire arched her back, her hands bracing against his shoulders as she picked up speed, her moans turning into breathy cries. Her pleasure was all-consuming, and Dominic could feel it in the way her walls fluttered around him, in the way her slick dripped from her in a constant stream. He groaned again, his voice low and strained, as her movements grew wilder. But even as she rode him with abandon, he couldn't shake the thought that what he was doing wasn't enough--not for her, not for him, and certainly not for the version of himself he was trying so desperately to understand.

Dominic's paws slid up Claire's sides, gripping her firmly as she moved on top of him. Her hips bucked wildly, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps, and her skirt bunched awkwardly around her waist. He was mesmerised by her movements, the wet sounds of her arousal slick against his cock, but then his eyes were drawn upward. Her coat had fallen open completely, and the top few buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing the swell of her breasts encased in a lace-trimmed bra. They bounced with every thrust, straining against the fabric as she rode him harder and faster.

Dominic's breath hitched, his paws trembling slightly as he reached up and tugged at the clasp of her bra. It popped open with a satisfying snap, and her breasts spilled free, their soft, creamy curves illuminated by the dim light filtering through the car windows. For a moment, he was utterly mesmerised. Her nipples were a soft, rosy pink, stiff and inviting as they jiggled with each thrust. His mouth watered as he stared, and without thinking, he surged forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. Claire gasped loudly, her back arching as his tongue swirled over the sensitive peak. "Oh, gods, Dom," she moaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

His paws came up to cup her breasts, squeezing them firmly as he sucked harder. His tongue flicked over her nipple with an intensity that surprised even himself, his movements growing hungrier, more aggressive. His other hand found her neglected breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers as she moaned and squirmed on top of him. Her taste, her softness, the heat of her body--it all blurred together, and his mind betrayed him again. As he lapped at her nipple, he couldn't help but think of Briar. The way the wolf had licked and sucked at his balls, the way his tongue had delved deeper, hungrier, until Dominic had been trembling and helpless beneath him. Dominic groaned against Claire's breast, his teeth grazing her nipple as his thoughts spiraled. His paws gripped her tighter, his tongue flicking faster, more deliberately, as if trying to drown out the memory with her taste.

Claire cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so hungry for me," she gasped, her hips slamming down onto him with reckless abandon. "Fuck, Dom, you're driving me crazy." Her words spurred him on, and he moved to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak before pulling it into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make her thighs tremble against his hips.

Claire's moans turned into desperate cries, her movements growing erratic. Her walls squeezed him tightly, pulsing around his cock as she rode him with frantic need. Dominic could feel the heat building between them, her slick flooding his lap as she ground down harder. "Oh gods, I'm--Dom, I'm gonna--" Claire's words cut off as her body seized up. Her head fell back, her nails raking down his chest as her climax crashed over her like a wave.

She let out a loud, guttural moan, her entire body shaking as she came hard. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, squeezing him so tightly he almost lost control. A gush of warmth flooded his lap, her juices dripping down his thighs and soaking into the seat beneath them. Dominic stared up at her, his mouth still latched onto her nipple as she bucked and writhed above him. Her cries grew louder, her legs trembling as she clung to him, her hips grinding in tiny, desperate circles. For a moment, he thought she might pass out. Her body slumped against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she buried her face in his neck. "Fuck," she whispered, her voice trembling. "That was so... so good."

Dominic swallowed hard, his mind racing as he held her. His cock was still buried inside her, her walls fluttering weakly around him as she came down from her high. Her words echoed in his mind, a sharp contrast to the guilt twisting in his gut. It was good for her, he thought bitterly, his tail flicking against the seat. But it wasn't her I was thinking about.

Claire shifted slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw as she nuzzled closer. "You're amazing, Dom," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

He forced a smile, his paws stroking her back as he tried to push the intrusive thoughts away. For now, he focused on her, on the warmth of her body and the satisfaction in her voice. But deep down, he knew the truth. Claire shuddered as the last waves of her climax ebbed, her thighs trembling against Dominic's. She stayed there for a moment, catching her breath, her body still clenching sporadically around his cock. Then, with a satisfied sigh, she lifted herself off him, a wet, sticky sound marking the separation as his shaft slipped free of her warmth. He sucked in a sharp breath as Claire shifted beside him, his cock still sheathed in the condom, glistening with her arousal. His knot throbbed, straining at the base, the tight latex clinging to every ridge of his shaft.

Claire sat up, her skirt still bunched around her hips, her thighs trembling as she reached between them. Her fingers grazed his swollen knot, and he shuddered, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Let's get this off," she murmured, her voice husky, as her fingers found the rim of the condom. She carefully rolled it down, peeling the latex away and exposing his slick, glistening cock. The cool air hit him immediately, and he hissed, his hips twitching as the sudden chill heightened the sensitivity of his aching length. The condom, now warm and sticky from their shared arousal, dangled briefly in her paw before she discarded it onto the floor. Claire's eyes locked with his, a mischievous glint dancing in them as she reached down to guide him back toward her entrance.

"W-what are you doing?" Dominic stammered, his voice cracking as his body tensed beneath her. His paws gripped her hips, his claws pressing lightly into her fur as panic mingled with the lingering haze of arousal. "Claire, we--we can't. What if--what if you get pregnant?" She paused, her fingers still wrapped around his base, and for a fleeting moment, Dominic thought she might stop. But then she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice low and teasing.

"I just want to feel it," she whispered, her tone dripping with temptation. "Just for a second." Before he could argue further, she sank onto him once more, gasping as his bare cock stretched her open. The sensation was electric, raw and intimate, and Dominic's head fell back against the seat, a guttural groan escaping his lips. Her walls clenched around him, her heat engulfing him in a way that made his protests dissolve into nothing but ragged breaths and soft, involuntary moans. Claire rode him slowly, her walls gripping him like a vice for just a few tantalising moments. Her hips rocked in slow, deliberate circles, letting her slickness soak into his bare skin. "Gods, Dom," she breathed, her voice trembling with pleasure.

Before he could react, she pulled back, lifting herself off of him with a soft whimper. His cock slid free, glistening with her juices, and she wasted no time pressing him against her folds again. This time, she didn't push him inside--she ground against him, her soaked lips sliding along his length as her hips moved in slow, teasing motions. Her wetness smeared over every ridge of his cock, her heat clinging to him as she moaned softly. "No pups for us--yet," she teased, her tone light, as her paw wrapped around his base, holding him steady while her folds glided over his swollen shaft. "But we can still have fun, can't we?"

Her touch was confident, practised, and her expression glowed with satisfaction. Dominic could feel her arousal dripping down his length, soaking into his fur, as she kept grinding against him, savouring every moment of their shared heat. His breath hitched as her grip tightened, her thumb brushing over his sensitive tip and smearing the bead of precum pooling there. His hips bucked slightly, his knot throbbing under her touch as his mind spiraled. Her hand moved faster, her strokes slick and deliberate, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. But as he watched her, her eyes sparkling with affection, his mind betrayed him again. Briar's paw had been bigger, he thought, his chest tightening. His touch rougher, hungrier. And when I came all over him, he said I'd wasted my pups.

The memory hit him like a freight train, unbidden and overwhelming. He could almost see it--Briar's fur matted with his cum, the wolf grinning up at him as he licked his lips. The image sent a surge of heat through Dominic's core, and his cock pulsed in Claire's hand. She noticed his reaction, her smile widening. "You're so close, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice low and coaxing. "Let go for me, Dom. I want to see you cum."

Her words blurred with the memory of Briar's voice, deep and teasing: Show me how much you want it, Dom. Give me everything. Dominic groaned loudly, his hips jerking as his release hit him with full force. His knot swelled further, his cock twitching violently in Claire's hand as thick ropes of cum erupted from him. The first spurt arced high, splattering against the back of the seat with a lewd, wet sound. The second and third followed just as forcefully, coating the leather in streaks of white.

Claire gasped softly, her eyes wide with delight as she watched him unravel. "Gods, Dom," she breathed, her tone a mix of awe and elation. His release didn't stop. More cum spilled from him, pooling in his lap and soaking into his already damp boxers and trousers. The scent of sex filled the car, heavy and cloying, as he panted for breath, his body trembling with the aftershocks.

Claire gave his cock a few final strokes, milking every last drop from him before leaning back to admire the mess they'd made. "You came so much," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen you like that before." Dominic swallowed hard, his chest heaving as he tried to collect himself. His mind was a whirlwind--equal parts guilt, shame, and the lingering echo of pleasure.

Claire shifted closer, her arms wrapping around him as she leaned into his side. Her head rested against his shoulder, her breath warm against his neck. "I'm so happy you're back," she murmured, her voice soft and sincere. Dominic froze, his heart pounding. He forced himself to relax, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he leaned into the moment. But as her words settled over him, the weight of his secrets pressed down harder than ever.

What the fuck am I doing? he thought, his eyes drifting to the streaks of cum glistening on the seat. For now, he stayed silent, holding her close as the car filled with the quiet hum of their breaths and the distant rustle of winter wind outside.

The sun hung low in the sky as Dominic drove back toward his house, the faint glow of twilight casting long shadows over the snow-covered streets. The heater hummed softly, filling the car with warmth as he gripped the wheel tightly, his thoughts still tangled in the events of the day. His lips tingled faintly from his goodbye kiss with Claire, her scent still clinging to his fur.

He rubbed his muzzle absentmindedly, his fingers brushing against the dampness near his mouth. Her juices are still on me, he realised, a pang of guilt shooting through his chest. He should've washed up at her place, but he hadn't even thought about it.

The streets were nearly empty, the town winding down as the last of the holiday shoppers retreated indoors. The glow of festive lights adorned the shopfronts, a cheerful contrast to the bitter chill outside. Dominic's stomach growled, breaking through the haze of his thoughts. He hadn't eaten since lunch with Claire, and the exhaustion of the day was beginning to catch up with him. Up ahead, the neon sign of a diner flickered against the darkening sky, its cheery "OPEN" sign promising warmth and a hot meal.

He pulled into the parking lot, the gravel crunching under his tires as he eased into a spot near the entrance. The diner was nearly deserted, the faint sound of music seeping through the frosted windows. Only one other car was parked nearby--a dusty pickup truck that looked like it had seen better days. Dominic stepped out of the car, shivering as the cold bit into his fur. He zipped his coat higher, his breath puffing in white clouds as he crossed the lot and pushed open the door. A small bell jingled above him as he stepped inside, the warmth and smell of frying grease hitting him like a wave. The place was quaint, almost old-fashioned, with red vinyl booths and chrome accents that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. A jukebox sat unused in the corner, its lights dimmed, and a faded "Daily Specials" board hung near the counter.

The diner was nearly empty, save for a single patron seated at the far end of the counter. Dominic's eyes were drawn to him immediately--a rugged-looking coyote in a flannel shirt, his broad shoulders and muscular arms giving him the look of someone who worked with his hands. His fur was a mix of tan and grey, dusted lightly with snow, and his jeans were worn and frayed at the knees. As Dominic stepped further inside, their eyes met. The coyote's gaze lingered, a spark of interest flashing in his sharp, golden eyes. Slowly, the coyote's tongue darted out, wetting his lips in a way that was both casual and deliberate. Dominic's heart skipped a beat, heat rising to his ears as he quickly looked away. He made his way to a booth near the window, sliding into the seat and busying himself with the laminated menu.

The waitress appeared a moment later, a middle-aged badger with tired eyes and a friendly smile. She pulled a notepad from her apron, tapping her pen against the paper as she looked him over. "What'll it be, hon?" she asked, her voice warm but laced with boredom. Dominic scanned the menu, the words blurring slightly as he became acutely aware of the coyote's gaze still on him. He cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "Uh, just a burger and fries. And a coffee, please."

The waitress nodded, jotting down his order. "Coming right up." She turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaving Dominic alone with his thoughts--and the coyote's unwavering attention. Dominic risked another glance in his direction, his ears twitching as their eyes met again. The coyote smirked this time, his sharp teeth flashing briefly as he leaned back against the counter, one leg stretched out lazily.

The tension in the room was palpable, and Dominic couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement that stirred in his chest--or lower. He shifted uncomfortably, his tail brushing against the booth as he tried to distract himself. What the fuck is wrong with me? he thought, his claws tapping lightly against the table. You just left Claire. You were just inside of her. You can't keep doing this. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the coyote's gaze burned into him, setting his nerves alight in a way he couldn't quite explain.

Dominic's burger arrived with a steaming plate of fries and a mug of hot coffee. The smell of char-grilled meat and freshly brewed caffeine filled the air, momentarily grounding him. He picked up the burger, taking a bite as his eyes flicked toward the coyote, who was now leaning on the counter, sipping a soda. The coyote hadn't stopped watching him. Every now and then, he'd glance up from his drink, his golden eyes locking onto Dominic with a look that was equal parts lazy and predatory. It sent a shiver down Dominic's spine, a mix of nerves and something he didn't want to name. He tried to focus on his food, chewing slowly as he replayed Briar's words from the night before: "You deserve to figure yourself out, Dom. Don't overthink it--just let yourself explore."

His heart pounded as he took another bite, the burger suddenly tasting bland despite the care he'd ordered it with. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the coyote stand, stretching lazily before stepping away from the counter. Dominic didn't look up, but he couldn't help noticing the way the coyote's jeans clung to his hips, the faint outline of something thick pressing against the worn denim as he moved. As the coyote passed his booth, he slowed, brushing close enough that Dominic could smell him--earthy and faintly musky, with a hint of pine. Dominic stiffened, his paws freezing mid-reach for another fry. The coyote glanced down at him, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His golden eyes flicked toward the hallway that led to the restrooms, then back to Dominic. A subtle nod, almost imperceptible, but the message was clear.

Dominic's heart raced.

The coyote continued on, his boots thudding softly against the tile floor as he disappeared down the hall. Dominic sat frozen for a moment, his pulse pounding in his ears. Another restroom encounter?

The thought sent a thrill of excitement through him, mixed with a pang of guilt. He thought of Claire, of her smile, of the way she'd held him close and told him how happy she was. But then he thought of Briar. Of the wolf's encouragement, his words echoing in Dominic's mind: "Just let yourself explore."

This time, it's my choice, Dominic thought, his tail twitching against the seat.

His breath came faster as he pushed his plate aside, his food half-finished. He slid out of the booth, his boots scuffing against the floor as he stood. His paws felt clammy, and his ears burned with a mix of anticipation and nerves. He glanced around the diner, but the waitress was nowhere in sight, and the only sound was the faint hum of the jukebox in the corner.

Fuck it.

Dominic made his way down the hall, his steps quick but quiet as he followed the coyote's trail. The door to the men's room was slightly ajar, the fluorescent light spilling out into the dim corridor. He hesitated for half a second, his paw hovering over the door. Then, with a deep breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside. The restroom was small and dimly lit, with flickering fluorescent lights casting a pale, sickly glow over the cracked tiles. The faint smell of bleach tried and failed to mask the lingering odours of piss and cheap soap, creating a cocktail of scents that hit Dominic's nose the moment he stepped inside. A single urinal was mounted to the wall, its porcelain stained and chipped, while a grimy toilet cubicle stood to the right. The stall door hung slightly ajar, revealing a toilet that looked like it had been hastily scrubbed clean but still bore the marks of years of use.

The air was heavy with humidity, as if the small space had absorbed years of sweat and musk. The faint hum of a ventilation fan came from the corner, struggling to keep the room fresh. Dominic's paws felt clammy as he stepped further inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft creak. His eyes immediately landed on the coyote, who was standing at the urinal, his back turned but his posture relaxed. His tail swayed lazily behind him, the fur a darker shade than the rest of his coat, and his shoulders were broad and steady as he leaned slightly forward. The coyote didn't look back at first, his paws resting casually on his belt as if he wasn't in a hurry. The sound of his piss hitting the urinal broke the silence, a steady stream that echoed off the tiles and mingled with the faint hum of the fan.

Dominic's throat tightened as he stood frozen, the scent of the room--of the coyote--filling his nostrils. It wasn't just the musky tang of the restroom; it was the coyote's scent, sharp and earthy, mixed with the faint metallic bite of sweat. The coyote turned his head slightly, just enough for Dominic to catch the glint of his golden eyes. His lips curled into a smirk, and without a word, he stepped away from the urinal. Dominic's breath caught as the coyote walked toward the cubicle, his movements unhurried but deliberate. He pushed the stall door open, leaning against it for a moment before stepping inside.

But he didn't close it.

Instead, he left the door wide open, one paw resting on the edge as he leaned back against the graffiti-scarred wall. His other paw went to his belt, and with a flick of his fingers, he undid the buckle and let the leather hang loose. His golden eyes locked onto Dominic, sharp and expectant. "Come on," the coyote drawled, his voice low and rough. "Wrap those pretty boy fox lips around my dick." Dominic's stomach flipped, heat pooling in his gut as the words sent a jolt straight to his sheath. His paws curled into fists at his sides, his breath coming faster as he stared at the coyote, who was now watching him with an almost predatory hunger. The coyote's fingers went to his zipper, pulling it down slowly, teasingly, as if daring Dominic to make a move. Dominic swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his ears as he took a tentative step forward.

This time, it's my choice, he reminded himself, the words repeating like a mantra in his head.

Dominic stepped into the cubicle, his breath hitching as he knelt on the grimy tile floor. His perfectly pressed trousers soaked up the filth beneath him, but he barely noticed, his focus entirely on the coyote in front of him. The coyote leaned against the wall, his cock already poking halfway from its sheath, thick and glistening at the tapered tip. Dominic's nose twitched as the sharp musk of arousal hit him, stronger now in the cramped space of the stall. His eyes trailed along the length as the coyote's dick emerged further, nearly 20 centimetres, its girth less intimidating than Briar's but still enough to make Dominic's sheath twitch in response.

The coyote's golden eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he watched Dominic's reaction. "Well, don't just fuckin' stare," he drawled, his voice rough and dripping with smug confidence. "I said, wrap those pretty fox lips around it. Let me feel what that mouth can do." Dominic didn't hesitate. This time, it was his choice. His paws moved to the coyote's hips, steadying himself as he leaned forward. He let his tongue flick out, dragging it along the exposed tip and tasting the bead of precum smeared there. Salty and sharp, it sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock, which was already slipping free of his own sheath.

"Shit," the coyote hissed, his hips jerking slightly. "That's it. Get it wet, foxy. Don't tease me too long, though--I want that throat of yours nice and tight around me." Dominic flushed but pressed on, letting his tongue lap hungrily along the length, coaxing the rest of the shaft out of its sheath. He worked his way down to the base, his nose brushing against the furred sheath as he inhaled deeply. The coyote's musk was overwhelming, earthy and raw, making Dominic's head swim.

"Fuck yeah," the coyote groaned, his paw tangling in Dominic's fur. "You've got a fuckin' talented tongue, don't ya? Bet you've been practising, you dirty little fox." Dominic didn't respond--his mouth was too busy. He closed his lips around the head, sucking lightly as his tongue swirled along the slick underside. His paws moved to the coyote's hips, steadying him as he began to take more of the length into his mouth.

The coyote growled low in his throat, his hips twitching as Dominic's lips slid further down. "Godsdamn, look at you," he muttered, his voice rough and strained. "Such a fuckin' natural. That tight muzzle's gonna ruin me, huh?"

Dominic remembered Briar's advice from the night before: Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. He applied it now, letting the coyote's cock glide deeper, stretching his lips and filling his mouth.

The coyote groaned loudly, his claws digging lightly into Dominic's scalp. "Shit, yeah. Take it all, foxy. Show me how much you fuckin' want it." Dominic's throat protested briefly as the thick shaft pressed against the back, but he pushed through, focusing on his breathing as he let the coyote slide deeper. His lips brushed against the base, and the coyote cursed, his hips bucking slightly.

"Fuckin' perfect," the coyote growled, his voice rough with arousal. "You're takin' it like you've been doin' this your whole life. Bet you love havin' your mouth stuffed, don't ya?" Dominic moaned around the length, his tongue pressing against the underside as he began to bob his head. Each movement was deliberate, his lips sliding up and down the slick shaft, hollowing his cheeks on the way up before plunging back down. "Shit, yeah," the coyote panted, his hips moving in time with Dominic's rhythm. "You're a fuckin' cock-hungry little fox, aren't you? Bet you'd let me knot that pretty mouth if I wanted."

The vulgarity sent a shiver through Dominic, his own cock twitching as he lost himself in the act. The coyote's taste, his scent, the way his body trembled under Dominic's touch--it was intoxicating. He reached up with one paw, cupping the coyote's heavy balls and rolling them gently. The coyote's reaction was immediate--a loud groan that echoed off the tiled walls. "Fuck, yeah," the coyote growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Play with my nuts, foxy. Gods, you're so fuckin' good at this. Might have to keep you around."

Dominic's ears perked at the praise, his cock twitching painfully as his body thrummed with raw need. A deep ache settled between his thighs, his knot swelling as his hole clenched involuntarily. He pushed himself further, taking the cock deeper until his nose was buried against the coyote's sheath. A soft, needy moan escaped his lips, the vibrations earning another curse from the coyote as his hips bucked harder. "Godsdamn," the coyote snarled, his grip tightening in Dominic's fur. "You're gonna fuckin' ruin me, pretty boy. Don't you fuckin' stop."

Dominic's throat tightened as the coyote's cock throbbed against his tongue. The coyote growled above him, his hips jerking forward erratically as his claws gripped Dominic's head. "Fuck, foxy--shit, I'm gonna cum," the coyote panted, his voice raw and desperate. "Don't you fuckin' stop. Take it all--gods, take it all."

Dominic barely had time to brace himself before the coyote erupted, hot spurts of cum flooding his mouth in thick, salty waves. The coyote's entire body shuddered, his growls echoing off the tiled walls as he emptied himself down Dominic's throat. He swallowed quickly, his throat working to keep up as the coyote's cock twitched against his tongue. The heat and intensity of it left him lightheaded, and his sheath tightened in response, his own arousal building at the sheer filth of it all.

The coyote sagged against the wall, his breath coming in heavy gasps as he pulled his softening cock from Dominic's lips. He tugged the fox to his feet, surprising Dominic with the sudden motion, and leaned in, capturing his mouth in a rough, hungry kiss. The young fox froze for a split second, the intimacy of the kiss catching him off guard. The coyote's tongue pressed into his mouth, tasting his own cum on Dominic's lips. Then the coyote pulled back slightly, his nose wrinkling as he sniffed the air. His golden eyes narrowed, his head tilting in confusion.

"Hold the fuck up," the coyote said, his brow furrowing. "What's up with your snout? You been eatin'--" He paused, sniffing again. "Is that pussy?"

Dominic's ears flattened, heat rising to his face as he nodded reluctantly. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I, uh... I was with my girlfriend before this."

The coyote blinked, his eyes widening slightly before a slow grin spread across his face. "No shit? You just came from fuckin' her, and now you're down here sucking me off?" He let out a low whistle, leaning back against the stall wall as he eyed Dominic. "Well, damn, pretty boy. How long you been suckin' blokes off like that?"

Dominic hesitated, his tail flicking nervously behind him. "Yesterday was my first time," he admitted, his voice shaky. "You're... you're my second."

The coyote's jaw dropped slightly, and he let out another whistle, longer this time. "No fuckin' way," he said, his tone laced with disbelief. "You've been blowin' cock for less than 24 hours, and you're already that fuckin' good? Shit, foxy, you're a natural."

Dominic's ears burned, and he looked away, but the coyote wasn't done. "So, you fucked her too?" he asked, his smirk widening. "Did you even bother cleanin' up after?"

Dominic shook his head, his face growing even hotter. "No," he admitted quietly.

The coyote stared at him for a moment before licking his lips, his expression shifting to something darker, more intense. "Well, fuck me," he muttered, his voice dropping into a growl. "I don't suck cock often, but I can't say no to a pussy-soaked dick." Before Dominic could respond, the coyote dropped to his knees, his paws tugging at Dominic's trousers. The fox barely had time to gasp before his cock was free, slick with precum and still faintly damp with the evidence of his earlier encounter.

The coyote's nose pressed against the base, inhaling deeply as his lips curled into a wicked grin. "Gods, foxy," he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "You smell like a fuckin' buffet. Pussy, musk, and your own cum? Fuckin' filthy." Dominic's sheath twitched at the words, his cock pulsing in anticipation. The coyote didn't hesitate, his tongue darting out to lap at the length with long, deliberate strokes. He moaned softly, his paws gripping Dominic's hips as he worked, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip before plunging him into his mouth.

Dominic's knees nearly buckled as the coyote's mouth enveloped him, hot and aggressive. His tongue pressed firmly against the underside, his lips sliding down to the base in one swift motion. Dominic's breath came in shallow gasps, his claws digging into the stall wall as the coyote worked him over with a ferocity that left him trembling.

"Fuck," Dominic groaned, his voice breaking as the coyote's mouth moved faster, sucking him with obscene slurping noises. "That's--gods, that's--"

The coyote pulled back briefly, licking his lips as his golden eyes gleamed up at Dominic. "Taste so fuckin' good, pretty boy," he growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Didn't know a fox could be this fuckin' filthy, but damn if I'm not lovin' it."

Dominic's tail flicked wildly behind him, his cock throbbing in the coyote's paw as he dove back in, his mouth working him with renewed hunger. The coyote growled low in his throat, his golden eyes narrowing as he took Dominic's slick cock in one paw, giving it a firm stroke. "Fuckin' hell," he muttered, leaning in to press his nose against the base again, inhaling deeply. "You reek of her. Pussy and fox musk all mixed together. Gods, that's so fuckin' filthy."

Dominic's knees wobbled as the coyote's tongue darted out, dragging along the underside of his shaft, collecting every lingering drop. "You fucked her, didn't you?" the coyote asked, his voice rough as he grinned up at Dominic. "Tell me, foxy. Where'd you do it?"

Dominic gasped as the coyote's lips wrapped around his tip, sucking hard enough to make his hips jerk. "I... in the car," he admitted, his voice shaky. "She... she was on top of me."

The coyote pulled back briefly, his tongue flicking over the slit before he grinned again. "Fuckin' hell. She rode you, huh? Got herself off on this cock, nice and messy?" He licked along the length, his paw squeezing Dominic's knot. "Bet she was dripping all over you."

Dominic moaned, his claws scrabbling at the wall for support as the coyote's mouth took him in again, hot and aggressive. "Y-yeah," he stammered, his breath coming in quick gasps. "She--she came all over me."

"Godsdamn," the coyote growled, his voice muffled as he sucked Dominic deeper. "That's so fuckin' hot, pretty boy. Pussy juices all over your dick, and now I'm here sucking it clean. Fuckin' filthy little fox."

His tongue swirled around the shaft, teasing the ridge beneath the knot before plunging him deeper into his throat. Dominic's head fell back, a broken moan escaping him as the coyote worked him over with obscene slurping sounds.

"How long ago?" the coyote demanded, pulling back to stroke Dominic's cock with one paw while licking at the tip. "How long since she rode you?"

Dominic whimpered, his hips bucking involuntarily. "An hour, maybe less," he managed, his voice cracking as the coyote's tongue pressed against his sensitive slit.

"Shit," the coyote snarled, his lips curling into a wicked grin. "Still fresh, huh? Her juices all over this cock, still warm from her pussy. Gods, I can fucking taste her on you."

Dominic's entire body trembled as the coyote's mouth descended again, taking him down to the base. He gagged briefly but didn't stop, his throat squeezing around Dominic's shaft in a way that made the fox see stars.

"Where else?" the coyote demanded, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against Dominic's dripping cock. "Did you eat her out first? Get a taste of that sweet cunt before you fucked her?"

Dominic nodded quickly, his breaths coming in shallow pants. "Y-yeah," he stammered, his words tumbling out as the coyote's tongue lashed against his length. "I--she... I went down on her. Made her cum before we--before she got on top."

"Fuckin' slut," the coyote growled, his lips curling into a smirk. "Eatin' her out, then lettin' her ride you raw? And now you're here with me, leaking all over my tongue. Gods, I fuckin' love it."

Dominic moaned loudly, his body arching as the coyote's mouth enveloped him again, sucking harder and faster. The coyote's paws gripped his hips, holding him in place as his head bobbed, his tongue working furiously against the slick shaft. "You taste like her, pretty boy," the coyote muttered between strokes, his voice thick with arousal. "Like her cunt and your cum, all mixed together. Fuckin' addicting."

Dominic's claws dug into the wall, his knot swelling as his pleasure built to a breaking point. His breaths were ragged, his tail twitching uncontrollably as he whimpered, "I'm--gods, I'm so close."

"Fuckin' cum for me," the coyote snarled, his mouth descending again, his throat squeezing around Dominic's knot as he growled, "Paint my fuckin' throat, foxy. Give me every fuckin' drop." Dominic's claws scraped against the grimy tile wall as the coyote's mouth worked him relentlessly, sucking him harder, tongue swirling around his knot with obscene precision. Dominic's body trembled, his tail twitching wildly as the intense heat of the coyote's mouth drove him closer and closer to the edge.

Then, without warning, Dominic felt a rough paw sliding down his hip, fingers curling around to grip his ass. His breath hitched as the coyote's paw spread him apart, the calloused pad of one finger brushing against his tight, puckered entrance. Dominic jolted, his breath coming in a sharp gasp. "Wait--what are you doing?" he stammered, his voice high-pitched with panic. His ears flattened against his head as his entire body tensed.

The coyote pulled back just enough to smirk up at him, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief. His tongue flicked out to lap at the slick tip of Dominic's cock, making the fox shudder. "Relax, pretty boy," the coyote drawled, his voice low and taunting. "Just havin' a feel. You've never had this hole fucked, huh?"

Dominic shook his head frantically, his voice shaking as he said, "No! I--I haven't done that before. I'm still--" He swallowed hard, his face burning with humiliation. "I'm still a virgin back there."

The coyote chuckled, his laugh rough and condescending. "No shit?" he said, his grin widening as he pressed his finger more firmly against Dominic's entrance, making the fox squirm. "Still got a cherry to pop, huh? Don't worry--I'm not gonna dick you here. But gods, I can tell... it's only a matter of time."

Dominic's body trembled as the coyote's finger teased the edge of his hole, his claws gripping his hips to keep him steady. "You were born to bottom, foxy," the coyote growled, his voice dripping with confidence. "You're a little fox slut, just waitin' for someone to break the seal."

Dominic whimpered, his knees shaking as the coyote pushed the tip of his finger inside, just enough to make his tight hole clench around it. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, and impossibly intense. "Shit, look at that," the coyote muttered, his finger pressing a bit deeper, feeling the way Dominic's virgin ass squeezed around him. "Your hole's fuckin' chewin' on my finger like it's starvin'. You're just beggin' to be filled, aren't you?"

"I'm not--" Dominic tried to protest, but the words died in his throat as the coyote twisted his finger slightly, sending a jolt of sensation straight to his cock.

"Don't lie to me," the coyote snarled, his tone dark and commanding. "This tight little ass was made for cock. It's only a matter of time before someone fills it up, stretches it out, and makes you see stars. But don't worry, foxy--it won't be me. Not here. Not now. I don't have time today. Gotta get back to work. But soon? Yeah, soon."

The coyote slid his finger roughly in and out, his claw grazing lightly against Dominic's sensitive walls. The fox's body betrayed him, his hole clamping down around the intrusion as his cock twitched violently.

"Fuckin' look at you," the coyote growled, his mouth descending to lap at Dominic's knot. "You're already fallin' apart, aren't you? Just from one finger. Gods, I can't wait to see what you look like when you're takin' a full knot. Dominic's tail bristled, his entire body trembling as the coyote's words pushed him closer to the edge. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his cock pulsing as the coyote's tongue and finger worked him simultaneously.

"Go on, foxy," the coyote muttered, his voice a low growl. "Cum for me. Cum for the filthy fuck who's makin' your virgin hole beg to be stretched." The combination of the coyote's vulgar words, the rough press of his finger, and the relentless sucking on his knot sent Dominic spiraling. He let out a strangled cry as his orgasm ripped through him, his cock throbbing violently as he painted the coyote's muzzle in thick, sticky ropes of cum.

The coyote groaned, licking his lips as he pulled his finger free, his golden eyes watching hungrily as Dominic's trembling body sagged against the stall wall. "Fuckin' knew it," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You're a natural-born slut, foxy. Can't wait to see how far you go."

The coyote stood, his golden eyes gleaming as he towered over Dominic. His muzzle was smeared with the fox's cum, glistening under the flickering fluorescent light. Without hesitation, he grabbed Dominic's jaw, pulling him into a rough, domineering kiss.

Dominic gasped into the kiss, his lips parting as the coyote's tongue pushed inside, tasting him deeply. The salty tang of his own release lingered on the coyote's lips, mixing with the raw musk that clung to both of them. The kiss was aggressive, demanding, and left Dominic breathless by the time the coyote pulled back.

The coyote grinned down at him, licking his lips deliberately. "Whoever's pussy that is," he said, his voice low and rough, "she's fuckin' sweet. Sweet enough that I wouldn't mind doin' this again. Either with her, or right after her."

Dominic's ears burned, his body still trembling as he leaned back against the stall wall for support. The coyote reached into his back pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled business card. He tucked it into Dominic's front pocket, his paw lingering for a moment as he gave the fox's chest a playful pat. "Here," the coyote said, stepping back and buckling his jeans. "Give me a call when you're ready to get that cherry popped. Or," he added with a wicked grin, "if someone else beats me to it, let me have the sloppy seconds. Either way, I'm game."

Dominic's mouth opened, but no words came out. His mind was still reeling, his heart pounding in his chest as the coyote adjusted his belt and gave him one last look, his smirk full of smug satisfaction. "See ya around, foxy ," the coyote said, tipping an imaginary hat before turning and swaggering out of the cubicle.

Dominic was left panting, still leaning against the stall wall, his legs weak and his chest heaving. The door swung shut behind the coyote, leaving the restroom eerily quiet save for the faint hum of the struggling ventilation fan. The fluorescent light above flickered erratically, casting the dingy room in uneven flashes of brightness and shadow. Dominic's eyes fell to the ground, his trousers still around his ankles, his cock softening but still sticky with the remnants of his spunk.

He reached up and ran a paw through his head fur, trying to steady himself. The scent of the coyote--musk and sex and something primal--still lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of cleaning chemicals that could never quite cover the grime. The business card pressed against his chest felt like it weighed a ton. With a shaking paw, Dominic pulled it out and glanced at it. The name read "Colt Avery" in bold letters, with a phone number scrawled below. The words "Always available for a good time" were scribbled in messy handwriting on the back. Dominic exhaled shakily, slipping the card back into his pocket as he straightened himself up. He glanced at the mirror over the sink as he washed his paws, catching his reflection. His fur was ruffled, his face flushed, and there was still a faint smear of cum on his chin. He scrubbed at it hastily, avoiding his own gaze in the mirror.

As he stepped out of the restroom into the diner, the quiet hum of the nearly empty space hit him. The waitress barely glanced up from her phone as he passed by, and his half-finished burger sat forgotten on the table. Dominic didn't bother with it. He fumbled for his wallet, leaving a few bills on the counter before heading out the door, the crisp evening air slapping him in the face. As he walked to his car, his thoughts churned. He replayed the encounter in his head, the coyote's taunting words, the roughness of his paws, the heat of his mouth. And yet, beneath the lingering haze of arousal, guilt began to creep in.

What the hell am I doing?

Dominic climbed into the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stared out into the empty parking lot. The card in his pocket felt heavier than ever. For now, though, he started the car, letting the rumble of the engine drown out the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him as he pulled out onto the road.