Holiday Awakening 4

Holiday Awakening

By: Zyran Blitz | knottedquill@gmail.com

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Chapter 4: Whispers of Desire

Dominic hadn't slept well in days.

The nights blurred together, each one worse than the last, with his mind looping through memories and fantasies that refused to let him rest. He'd toss and turn in his childhood bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, every flick of his tail reminding him of the mess he'd made of things. The train ride home, the coyote in the diner, the snow leopard at the urinals--every encounter played on repeat, each one as vivid as the moment it happened. And then there was Claire. Sweet, beautiful Claire, who didn't have a fucking clue what was going on inside his head. Dominic rubbed his eyes, staring at the ceiling as the early morning light filtered through his curtains. He'd given up on trying to sleep hours ago when he had been awakened by a wet dream. But even after that release, his knot throbbing painfully every time he closed his eyes and thought about that damned coyote. The bastard had been in his head all weekend. Dominic couldn't shake the memory of that filthy grin, those sharp teeth scraping lightly over his tip as the coyote licked Claire's juices off him like he was savouring the finest dessert. "If I can taste her on you," the coyote had teased, "maybe I'll be the first to taste you."

He groaned, rolling onto his side and burying his face in the pillow. The shame of it made his fur bristle, but fuck, the memory still made his sheath twitch. He couldn't stop thinking about what it would've felt like to let the coyote follow through on his promise. To feel those rough paws gripping his hips, that cocky voice murmuring filth in his ear as he got--

"No," Dominic muttered, sitting up and shaking his head like that might scatter the thoughts away. He couldn't let himself go there. Not again.

But as he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom, the heat between his legs was impossible to ignore. His sheath was already tightening, his cock stirring as he stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast. The hot spray pounded against him, plastering his fur to his skin as steam thickened in the small space. Dominic leaned against the tiled wall, closing his eyes as the water drenched him, and let out a heavy sigh. You've got to get your shit together, he told himself, but the memories were already creeping back in--the coyote's voice, Briar's laugh, Claire's touch.

He ran a paw through his fur, dragging it down his chest and over his stomach, feeling the heat of the water mingle with the warmth building inside him. His sheath was pulsing now, his cock pushing free, the tapered tip already slick and aching for attention. The hot water cascaded over Dominic's body, plastering his fur to his skin as he leaned against the tiled wall. Steam filled the small bathroom, clouding the mirror and curling around his legs, but it did nothing to clear the fog in his head. He exhaled slowly, dragging his paw down his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his soaked fur. His nipples were hard, sensitive under his touch as his claws scraped lightly over them. The heat wasn't just from the shower. His sheath was already swelling, his cock pressing insistently against the confines of its soft furred cover, the tapered tip beginning to peek free. What the fuck is wrong with me? Dominic thought, his claws grazing over the ridges of his abs as he trailed his paw lower. But the truth was, he knew exactly what was wrong with him.

Last night's dream hadn't let him wake up in peace. It had clung to him like the steam around his legs, every detail burning itself into his mind until he couldn't think about anything else. He squeezed the base of his sheath, his cock sliding out further with a slow, aching throb. The pink shaft gleamed under the water, and his knot began to swell just from the memory. It had started with Claire, her body spread out before him on a bed that seemed impossibly soft. She'd been completely naked, her fur damp with sweat, her legs wide open to show her dripping, glistening pussy. "Missed you, baby," she'd said, her voice husky and sweet, but the look in her eyes had been anything but innocent. Dominic let out a shaky breath, his paw curling around his growing cock. The memory of her scent--sweet, musky, fucking perfect--hit him like a punch to the gut. In the dream, he'd crawled between her legs without hesitation, burying his muzzle in her folds and lapping at her like a starving man. Her juices had coated his tongue, warm and thick, and he'd groaned into her, his paws gripping her thighs as he ate her out like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he'd growled in the dream, his voice muffled against her. Claire had moaned, her hips bucking against his face, her claws scratching at his ears. Dominic's paw tightened around his cock, his strokes slow and deliberate as the water pounded against his back. He could still hear the way she'd cried out his name, her voice high and desperate, the slick sounds of his tongue driving her wild. But then, everything had shifted. Dominic's breath hitched as his other paw slid lower, cupping his balls, rolling them gently as the dream replayed itself in his head. He'd been so focused on Claire's pleasure, so lost in the taste of her pussy, that he hadn't even noticed the bed dip behind him. Not until he felt it--something warm and wet trailing down the curve of his ass, stopping right at the base of his tail.

"Fucking Gods," Dominic muttered under his breath, his tail flicking involuntarily as he gripped the wall for support.

In the dream, he'd frozen for a second, his cock throbbing against the sheets as the sensation hit him like a lightning strike. And then the voice--low, growling, unmistakably Briar's--had cut through the haze. "Don't stop on my account," Briar had said, his breath hot against Dominic's fur. "I'm just here to help. Dominic shuddered under the water, his hips jerking as his paw worked his shaft faster. His knot was starting to swell, the thick base of his cock stretching the tight skin of his sheath.

In the dream, Briar hadn't waited for permission. His tongue had dragged over Dominic's tight ring, hot and wet, teasing him open with broad, deliberate strokes. "Fuck," Dominic groaned, his knees buckling slightly as he leaned harder against the wall. He could still feel it, the way Briar's tongue had circled his hole, pressing just enough to make him squirm.

Claire had only encouraged it.

"Relax, baby," she'd said, her voice thick with lust. "Let him take care of you. I want to see you enjoy it." The shower water ran hotter, steam billowing around him as Dominic's paw tightened around his throbbing cock. Precum dripped steadily from his tip, mixing with the water as his strokes quickened.

In the dream, Briar had been relentless, his paws gripping Dominic's hips as his tongue worked him over, wet and insistent, until Dominic was a panting, moaning mess. Claire had watched the whole thing, her paws teasing her own body, her eyes locked on Dominic's face. "You look so fucking good like this," she'd whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Pinned between us. You're mine, but I'm happy to share." Dominic's knot throbbed violently, the pressure building as his paw moved faster.

"Fuck him, Briar," Claire had said, her voice suddenly commanding. "I want to see his face when you stretch him open." Dominic gasped, the memory hitting him like a tidal wave. In the dream, Briar had climbed over him, his cock thick and dripping, the tapered tip already pressing against Dominic's slick, twitching hole.

"Relax, fox," Briar had growled, his voice rough and teasing. "I'll go slow... unless you don't want me to." Dominic's chest heaved under the shower's relentless spray, his paw working his cock in long, needy strokes. His precum slicked his shaft, and the heat building in his gut mirrored the searing intensity of the dream.

In the dream, Dominic had looked up at Claire, her face flushed, her lips parted in a breathless moan as she fingered herself, two slick digits disappearing into her dripping cunt. She'd smirked at him, her free paw reaching to toy with her clit as she encouraged Briar. Take him, Briar," Claire had purred. "I want to see every inch of you inside him."

"Fuck," Dominic hissed, his claws scraping against the shower wall as his knot began to swell in his paw, the thick base stretching his fingers with each stroke. The memory was so vivid he could practically feel it--Briar's heavy cock grinding against his hole, slick with precum and spit, teasing him open.

Dream Briar hadn't held back for long. The wolf's strong paws gripped Dominic's hips, holding him firmly in place as he pressed forward. The pressure had been intense, a burning stretch that made Dominic gasp, his tail twitching as the thick head of Briar's cock breached him. "Gods, you're tight," Briar had growled, his voice rough with arousal.

Dominic's dream-self had moaned shamelessly, his claws digging into the sheets beneath him as Briar pushed deeper. The sensation had been overwhelming--pain and pleasure crashing together in a wave that left him breathless. Claire had leaned forward then, her fingers curling under Dominic's chin to lift his face. "That's it, baby," she'd murmured, her voice sweet and commanding. "Let him ruin you."

Dominic's strokes quickened as he replayed the moment in his head, his hips bucking into his paw. His knot was fully swollen now, the thick base aching for release as he remembered the dream. Briar had started slow, each thrust measured and deliberate, giving Dominic time to adjust to his size. The wolf's cock stretched him wide, every centimetre sinking deeper, brushing against spots that made Dominic see stars.

Claire's encouragement only fueled his arousal. She'd leaned in close, her lips brushing against Dominic's ear as she whispered, "You look so fucking good like this, stuffed full of him. I want to feel you cum inside me while he knots you." The words had sent a jolt through Dominic, his cock twitching against his stomach, already leaking a steady stream of precum.

Briar had growled low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Dominic had cried out, his body trembling as he felt the wolf's knot pressing against his hole, stretching him even further. "You're taking me so well," Briar had said, his voice rough but full of praise. "You were fucking made for this." The water running down Dominic's back did nothing to cool the heat raging through his body. His paw was a blur now, stroking his cock with desperate intensity as the memory consumed him. His tail flicked wildly behind him, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Dream Claire had positioned herself over him, her dripping pussy hovering just above his aching cock. "Now it's my turn," she'd said, her voice sultry and teasing. She'd lowered herself onto him slowly, her warmth enveloping him in a way that had him groaning into the mattress. Dominic shuddered under the spray of the shower, his claws curling against the tile as he relived the moment. The memory of Claire's walls gripping him tight, her hips rolling as she rode him, was enough to make his knees weak. But it was Briar's thrusts, deep and relentless, that had driven him over the edge in the dream. The wolf's knot had stretched him impossibly wide, locking them together as Briar's cock pulsed inside him. Dominic had felt everything--the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim. "Fuck, yes," Claire had moaned, her hips slamming down against Dominic's as his knot swelled inside her. "You're perfect, baby. Just perfect."

The three of them had moved together, a tangled mess of fur and sweat, their moans filling the room. Dominic's orgasm hit him hard, his cock pulsing inside Claire as his body shuddered with the force of his release. Briar had followed moments later, his knot locking him in place as he spilled inside Dominic, the heat of it sending another wave of pleasure through him. Dominic's paw tightened around his knot, his strokes frantic as he teetered on the edge. His legs trembled under him, the memory too vivid, too real to resist.

"Fuck, I'm gonna--" Dominic groaned, his voice breaking as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed in his paw, thick ropes of cum shooting out to splatter against the shower wall, mixing with the water as it dripped down in messy trails. His body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, his knees nearly buckling as he milked himself through the release. As the last of his orgasm faded, Dominic slumped against the wall, his chest heaving as the water washed away the evidence of his arousal. The memory of the dream lingered, vivid and raw, leaving him both satisfied and utterly wrecked. "Godsdamnit," he muttered, running a paw through his wet fur. His cock twitched one last time, the sensitivity almost too much as he turned off the shower and stepped out onto the cold tile floor. But even as he dried off, the dream clung to him, a reminder of just how far he'd fallen--and how much further he wanted to go.

Dominic turned the water to a cooler setting, letting the sharp sting pull him back to the present. His cock still twitched faintly with the aftershocks of his release, but now guilt and embarrassment crept in, clouding the pleasure. A nocturnal emission? Seriously? He hadn't been that needy since he was a pup, humping his pillow in secret and waking up sticky. "Pathetic," he muttered under his breath, scrubbing at his fur with more force than necessary. The water rinsed away the evidence of his earlier indulgence, but it couldn't wash away the restless ache that had haunted him for days. It wasn't just the dream, as vivid and filthy as it had been. No, every night since that coyote in the diner restroom, Dominic had been plagued with sleepless nights and haunting memories that clung to him like a second skin.

He closed his eyes, the steam from the shower thick around him, and the memories came rushing back, unbidden. The coyote had been waiting for him in the restroom, leaning casually against the sink with a cocky smirk. Sandy brown fur, sharp eyes, and a scent like leather and musk--it had been impossible to ignore him. "You looked like you could use some company," the coyote had said, his voice low and smooth as he stepped closer. Before Dominic could respond, the coyote was on him. One paw pressed him against the wall, the other tugging his waistband down just enough to expose his sheath. "Gods, she tastes sweet," the coyote had growled, his nose brushing Dominic's length before dragging his tongue along the shaft. "Bet she'd love to know how good she is on you." Dominic shuddered at the memory, his claws scratching lightly against the shower tiles. The coyote's words had burned into his brain, filthy and wrong but so intoxicating. He could still feel the heat of that tongue, the way it had circled his tip, tasting the remnants of Claire's slick like it was a delicacy.

His breath hitched, the scene replaying with brutal clarity. The coyote's paw gripped him firmly, stroking with expert precision, his muzzle moving closer with each pass. And then there were the words that haunted him most: "So, who's it gonna be, fox? You let me pop your cherry, or should I wait and take sloppy seconds after someone beats me to it?" The coyote had said it with a grin, his paw wrapped firmly around Dominic's slick shaft, stroking him with a confidence that made Dominic's legs weak.

"Fuck," Dominic hissed under his breath, the water cascading over him as he tried to shake the memory. But it clung to him, the coyote's voice echoing in his mind, the offer as enticing as it was terrifying. Every night since then, Dominic had replayed the encounter in his head, his body betraying him as he imagined what might have happened if he'd said yes. The thought of being taken, of giving himself over completely to someone else's control, sent a jolt of arousal through him even now. Dominic grabbed the soap, lathering it between his paws as he tried to scrub the thoughts away. His fur was slick with suds, the clean scent of pine filling the air as he worked the soap over his chest, his stomach, down to his sheath. He let the hot water cascade down his back, his paw drifting lower as the soap slicked his fur. He scrubbed along his thighs, working the lather over his taint with deliberate strokes. The heat from the water and the slipperiness of his touch sent a shiver up his spine, his breath catching as his fingers brushed against the sensitive fur just shy of his entrance. His ears twitched, and he bit his lip as his soapy fingers teased the spot. His sheath twitched in response, the faint push of his tip peeking out again, a stubborn reminder that his body wasn't ready to let go of the memories. His cock ached faintly, and his balls hung heavy, still aching as if the release earlier had only scratched the surface. Dominic circled his hole with the pad of his finger, the motion slow and deliberate. He quivered, the sensation electric, his hips twitching slightly as his breath hitched.

"I can take your cherry."

The coyote's words slipped back into his mind unbidden, weaving seamlessly with the phantom memory of Briar from his dream. "Doesn't matter to me. I'll take seconds if they beat me to it."

Dominic groaned, the sound guttural and needy, as he pressed his back against the shower wall. His finger traced gentle circles over his puckered entrance, his legs trembling as the pressure built. He could almost feel Briar's fingers there again, as they had been in the dream, pushing inside him with steady, confident strokes. "Fuck, just like that, Briar."

The memory bled into the fantasy, Claire's voice mingling with Briar's as they'd both taken control of him in the dream. "Let me see his face when you take him," Claire had urged in the dream, her hands gripping Dominic's hips as Briar's cock pressed against his hole. "Make him yours. Let him know what it's like to be fucked like that."

Dominic's body trembled at the thought, his cock fully free of his sheath now, throbbing faintly as he fought the urge to grip it again. The soap-slick finger at his hole applied the barest amount of pressure, making him gasp. He braced himself against the wall, his head tilted back, eyes closed as his chest rose and fell with laboured breaths. What if he did it? What if I asked Briar to fuck me? What would it feel like to have him take control like that? Would it hurt, or would it just...feel good? Dominic let out a shaky moan as his finger pressed a little harder, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. His hips moved instinctively, seeking more pressure, more sensation. He was right there, teetering on the edge of doing something he'd never dared before.

But then, a sudden burst of commotion from downstairs jarred him back to reality. Voices, movement--his family was awake, the sound snapping him out of his haze. Dominic's eyes flew open, and he yanked his paw away as if burned, his ears flattening against his head in embarrassment. He stood frozen for a moment, his heart racing, before letting out a frustrated growl.

"Get a grip, Dom," he muttered under his breath, turning the shower off and stepping out.

He grabbed a towel, rubbing it briskly over his fur. His sheath still ached, his balls felt heavier than ever, and his cock throbbed faintly, refusing to let the thoughts go. Even as he dried himself off, he could feel the weight of his restless nights pressing down on him--the dreams, the memories, the fantasies. They weren't going anywhere.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, Dominic caught his reflection in the fogged-up mirror. His fur was damp, his face flushed, and his eyes betrayed the storm raging inside him. He exhaled shakily, running a paw through his wet hair. "I'll ask him," Dominic murmured to his reflection, barely above a whisper. "I'll ask Briar."

The words hung in the steamy air, a confession that sent a shiver down his spine. With that, Dominic steeled himself, turning toward his room to dress and face whatever the day--and Briar--had in store for him.

Fully dressed, Dominic adjusted his scarf in the mirror, his fingers fumbling with the perfect Windsor knot he'd tied at his neck. He looked every bit the "perfect child" his parents expected: a tailored navy blazer, freshly pressed khakis, polished brown leather shoes, and a pristine white button-down shirt that hugged his lean frame a little too snugly. The weight of his outfit felt suffocating, a literal reminder of the facade he was meant to maintain. The fox staring back at him in the mirror wasn't the Dominic who'd spent the last few nights writhing in restless fantasies. This was Dominic Reeves, the mayor's youngest golden boy.

Dominic exhaled sharply, smoothing a wrinkle in his blazer as if it might press away his lingering thoughts. He straightened his posture, squared his shoulders, and forced a polite, neutral expression onto his face before heading downstairs.

As he descended, the sound of raised voices grew louder, emanating from the dining room. His mother's tone cut through the air like a whip, sharp and furious, her words punctuated by the occasional slam of what he assumed were campaign materials onto the dining table. Dominic stepped carefully, his ears twitching with each word.

"They've gone too far this time!" his mother's voice snapped, a mix of rage and icy calculation. "These ads--how dare they paint me as some backwater conservative incapable of modern leadership? It's disgusting!"

Dominic rounded the corner, peering into the dining room. His mother, Eleanor Reeves, was pacing back and forth, her red tail lashing furiously behind her. Her crisp red suit was immaculate despite the storm of papers scattered across the table. A large TV screen displayed the offending campaign ad on mute, its sleek visuals featuring the town's beloved same-sex couple, the charming business owners and political opponents who had apparently struck a nerve.

One of her campaign staff, a nervous-looking ferret, stood near the door, clutching a clipboard as if it were a lifeline. "Mrs. Reeves, we're already working on an ad to counter this. We're targeting their business ties and questioning their qualifications for office."

Eleanor spun on her heel, narrowing her sharp green eyes at the ferret. "Not good enough, Taylor! I need dirt. Something that makes them unpalatable. If I have to sit through one more conversation about their damn cute coffee shop and charity work, I'm going to lose my mind."

Dominic stepped into the room then, the light from the chandelier catching the polished shine of his shoes. "Morning," he offered quietly, though his voice barely carried over the tense atmosphere.

Eleanor's eyes snapped to him, her expression shifting instantly from rage to something colder--something calculating. The sight of her "perfect" son in his pristine, polished presentation brought a twisted smile to her lips.

"Ah, Dominic," she purred, her tone too sweet, too deliberate. "You're just the fox I needed to see."

Dominic felt the pit of his stomach drop. That smile, the one that made her look like she was sizing up a chess piece before taking it off the board, never meant anything good. "What's going on?" he asked carefully, keeping his tone neutral as he crossed the room to stand by the table.

Eleanor stepped closer, placing a paw on his shoulder in what might have passed for a motherly gesture if not for the glint in her eye. "I've just had the most wonderful idea," she said, her voice dripping with feigned warmth.

Dominic's ears flicked uncertainly. "What kind of idea?" he asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

Eleanor's smile widened, and she gestured at the ad frozen on the TV screen behind her. "That gay couple," she hissed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "They're everyone's darlings, aren't they? Just so sweet, so wholesome, so perfect."

Dominic shifted uncomfortably, unsure where this was going but already dreading it.

"Well," Eleanor continued, her grip on his shoulder tightening slightly, "if they're so perfect, surely they wouldn't mind a little friendly visit from you, hmm? Just to ask some questions, maybe...get to know their operation a bit better. You're a bright, curious young fox--it wouldn't look suspicious at all."

Dominic blinked, his tail flicking uneasily. "You want me to spy on them?" he asked bluntly, though he already knew the answer.

Eleanor chuckled, a low, humourless sound. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. Spy is such a harsh word. I just want you to...observe. Maybe ask about their upcoming plans, see how they're doing. Let them trust you. It's nothing too difficult for my bright, charming son, is it?"

Dominic's jaw tightened, his stomach churning at the suggestion. "And what if they don't trust me?" he asked, his voice edged with irritation.

Eleanor's eyes narrowed slightly, her grip on his shoulder turning from firm to icy. "Then make them trust you," she said, her voice hardening. "Do what you have to, Dominic. This family's reputation is on the line. My reputation is on the line."

Dominic held her gaze, his fur bristling slightly under the weight of her words. He didn't dare argue, not here, not now, but the tension in the room was suffocating. His mother's intensity, the way she could bend people to her will with just a smile and a well-placed word, left no room for disagreement.

"Fine," he said eventually, his voice clipped. "I'll see what I can do."

Eleanor's smile returned, victorious and sharp. "That's my boy," she said, releasing his shoulder and turning back to her campaign team. "Now, let's get back to work. We have an election to win."

Dominic lingered for a moment, the weight of his mother's expectation pressing down on him like a lead blanket. He turned and left the room, his mind already spinning with what he'd just agreed to--and the uncomfortable truth that his mother would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

Dominic had barely turned to leave the dining room when his father, Garret Reeves, strode in, his usual calm demeanour standing in stark contrast to Eleanor's stormy rage. "Dominic," Garret said with a smile, his deep, steady voice instantly soothing some of the tension in the air. "Come with me for a moment, son. Let's give your mother some space to cool off." Dominic followed him into the kitchen, where Garret leaned casually against the counter and gestured for Dominic to sit. The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and toast, a comforting juxtaposition to the firestorm brewing in the dining room. Garret took a sip from a steaming mug, studying his son for a moment before speaking. "She means well, you know," he said, his tone conciliatory. "Your mother just... gets worked up sometimes. The election has her under a lot of pressure."

Dominic leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. "Worked up?" he echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Dad, she's talking about spying on people, digging up dirt on them. All because they're gay. Who's that hurting, really?"

Garret sighed, running a paw through his greying fur. "It's complicated, Dominic," he said, the weariness in his voice unmistakable. "Your mother's fighting for this town's future, and sometimes... well, sometimes, she takes things too personally. But it's politics. She's not attacking them personally--it's strategy."

Dominic's tail flicked in irritation. "It sure feels personal when she's screaming about them like that."

Garret placed a paw on his son's shoulder, squeezing gently. "I understand that homosexuality can be a divisive topic, but seeing as neither you nor your brothers are attracted to other males, it's not a problem in this house, is it?" he asked with a wry smile. "So why fret over it? Your mother just wants what's best for everyone, even if she doesn't always go about it the right way."

Before Dominic could respond, Eleanor's voice erupted from the dining room, sharp and venomous. "Those fucking faggots! They're encouraging the town's most depraved voters to support them. Depraved!"

Dominic flinched at the words, his stomach knotting as he exchanged a glance with his father. Garret's expression shifted into a resigned shrug, as if to say, What can you do?

Dominic shook his head, his ears flattening against his skull. "She doesn't even hear herself, does she?"

Garret chuckled softly, though there was no humour in it. "Your mother's always had... colourful opinions. But don't let it bother you too much. She'll calm down once the election's over." He squeezed Dominic's shoulder again, this time more firmly, steering the conversation away. "So, what are you up to today?"

Dominic hesitated for a moment, still distracted by his mother's outburst. "I'm spending the day with Briar," he said finally. "Maybe the night, too. We've got some catching up to do."

Garret nodded approvingly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Good. It'll be nice for you to see your old friend. But just a heads-up: your brothers are both coming home today."

Dominic perked up slightly at the mention of his siblings. "Oh?"

"Yep," Garret continued, sipping his coffee. "I'm picking up your eldest brother from the train station tonight, and your middle brother should arrive by car this evening. Your mother's expecting everyone at dinner. And given her... current state, it might be wise to make an appearance."

Dominic snorted softly, a hint of a smile breaking through his otherwise tense expression. "I won't be late," he promised.

Garret clapped him on the shoulder, the warmth of the gesture a brief respite from the tension still simmering in the house. "That's my pup," he said, setting his mug down. "Now go have a good day with Briar. We'll handle your mother."

Dominic nodded, his mood lightened slightly as he grabbed his coat and scarf. As he stepped out into the crisp winter air, he couldn't help but wonder if Garret truly believed everything would be fine--or if he'd just gotten better at pretending.

Dominic stepped out of the house, his breath forming small clouds in the icy air. He adjusted his scarf as he walked briskly to his car, the crunch of frost-covered gravel beneath his boots the only sound in the still morning. His mind buzzed with thoughts of Briar, and he hesitated as he reached for his phone in his coat pocket. Maybe I should text him, he thought, thumb hovering over the screen. Let him know I'm coming.

But a giddy, impulsive part of him stopped him from typing the message. He didn't want to plan it out or give Briar time to expect him. There was something thrilling about surprising the big wolf, showing up unannounced. It made him feel alive, like a schoolboy sneaking off to meet a secret girlfriend. Like he used to sneak away to see Claire when they were younger, stealing kisses behind the bleachers or spending stolen afternoons tangled together in her room. The thought stirred something bittersweet in him, but he shoved it aside. Sliding into the driver's seat, he turned on the ignition and adjusted the heat, exhaling as the vents slowly pushed warm air into the car. It wasn't a long drive to Briar's place, but every minute felt charged with anticipation, his tail flicking restlessly against the seat. Dominic couldn't help but grin as he imagined Briar's surprised expression. Maybe he'll give me shit for not texting, he thought, but that would be worth it.

Arriving near the Whitten's driveway, Dominic slowed to a stop, pulling into an open spot by the curb. He spotted Briar's car parked in the drive--a familiar old sedan that had seen better days, its blue paint faded and its edges rusted, but it was unmistakably Briar's. Good. He's home. He stepped out of the car, adjusting his coat against the chill as he took in the sight of the house. It was a modest two-story home, blending into the row of similar cookie-cutter houses that lined the street. Nothing about it screamed for attention--no extravagant holiday decorations or expensive landscaping. Just a well-kept, ordinary house that looked like it belonged to a family that valued comfort over status. It was a stark contrast to the Reeves' manor, with its sprawling grounds, pristine hedges, and curated perfection. Dominic had grown up surrounded by wealth and cold formality, and stepping into the Whittens' home had always been a breath of fresh air. He remembered the warmth of their living room, the smell of home-cooked meals wafting from the kitchen, the relaxed way everyone seemed to move about without the constant pressure of appearances. It wasn't grand or showy, but it felt... real.

Dominic ran a paw through his fur as he walked up the driveway, his boots crunching against the salted path. He reached the front porch, his nerves buzzing as he rang the doorbell. A faint chime echoed inside, and he stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His mind was already crafting Briar's reaction--a hearty laugh, a wide grin, maybe even an exaggerated hug to tease him. But when the door opened, it wasn't Briar standing there.

It was Robbie.

The younger wolf leaned casually against the doorframe, his fur slightly disheveled, the dim winter light catching on the greyish undertones of his sleek coat. Dominic's breath hitched as his eyes darted downward, catching the unmistakable sight of Robbie's sheath and balls hanging low against his toned thighs. The younger wolf's athletic build was impossible to miss--muscular shoulders tapered into a taut, athletic stomach, the faint lines of definition visible under his fur. Robbie was a smaller, younger version of Briar, but just as striking in his own way.

"Hey, Dominic," Robbie greeted, his voice smooth and confident, as if standing naked in the open doorway was the most natural thing in the world. A cheeky grin spread across his face as he leaned one arm against the door, the other resting lightly on his hip. "Didn't know you were stopping by."

Dominic's jaw worked soundlessly for a moment, his face burning under his fur as he struggled to respond. His gaze flicked up and down instinctively, taking in the full sight of Robbie's naked form before he could stop himself. "Uh, hey... Robbie," he finally stammered, his words catching awkwardly in his throat. He forced his eyes to focus on Robbie's face, trying desperately not to let them wander again. "Is, uh... is Briar home?"

Robbie's grin widened, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Not yet. He's still at work." He tilted his head slightly, his ears perking up.

Dominic shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "But, but his car is in the driveway...." His words trailed off as his gaze dipped again, briefly betraying him before he snapped his attention back to Robbie's amused expression.

Robbie chuckled, his casual confidence only adding to Dominic's flustered state. "Yeah, he and Dad carpool most days. Saves on gas." He shifted slightly, leaning more comfortably against the frame, his body on full display. "Why? Need him for something urgent?"

Dominic fumbled for words, his tail flicking nervously behind him. "No, I just... thought I'd surprise him. You know... just hang out."

Robbie raised an eyebrow, his grin turning slightly wicked. "Well, I'm here. You can hang out with me until he gets back. Unless..." He glanced pointedly at the driveway behind Dominic. "You want to have this whole conversation out here in the cold while I stand here freezing my bits."

Dominic's ears flattened in embarrassment as his face burned hotter. "Right. Uh, no. Let's... I'll come in."

"Good choice," Robbie said with a smirk, stepping back to let Dominic through. "Don't want the neighbors getting a free show." He closed the door behind them, the click of the latch echoing in the warm, cozy atmosphere of the Whittens' home.

Dominic glanced around, taking in the familiar surroundings--the festive holiday decorations, the faint smell of pine and woodsmoke. But the comfort of the house did little to ease the awkward tension thrumming through his body. He tugged at his scarf, suddenly feeling too warm.

Robbie, meanwhile, leaned casually against the nearby wall, his tail swishing idly. "So," he began, his tone light and conversational, "if you're wondering about, y'know... this"--he gestured down at his naked body--"we're naturalists. We only wear clothes when we're going out or expecting company. You showing up unannounced just means you caught me in my natural state."

Dominic blinked, his ears perking up in confusion. "Naturalists?"

Robbie nodded, grinning as he crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing slightly. "Yeah. No clothes at home unless we absolutely have to. It's freeing, y'know? No shame, no barriers." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a teasing tone. "Thought about throwing something on when I saw you coming up the drive, but then I figured--why bother? I mean..." His grin turned sly, his sharp teeth flashing. "I found you curled up naked by the fire next to my brother a week ago, so I doubt you're gonna be shocked."

Dominic's mouth opened and closed as he scrambled for a response, his tail flicking nervously behind him. His eyes couldn't help but dart down again, taking in the sight of Robbie's muscular frame. The younger wolf had a lithe but athletic build--lean muscles that spoke of someone who ran more than lifted. His chest was broad but tapered down to a taut, well-defined stomach that shifted faintly with every small movement. Below, Robbie's sheath rested against his thighs, his balls hanging low and relaxed, covered in a fine layer of short, silvery fur. Dominic's own sheath twitched as he stared too long, and he snapped his gaze back up to Robbie's face, his cheeks burning.

"That was-- I mean, we weren't--" Dominic stammered, his words tangling as his mind raced. He stopped himself with a frustrated sigh, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. His ears flattened as he gave Robbie a sheepish look. "That's not exactly the same thing."

Robbie chuckled, tilting his head slightly as he leaned more casually against the wall. His tail swayed lazily behind him. "Fair enough. But you gotta admit, it's not that big a deal. You're making it way more awkward than it has to be." His grin widened, teasing but not unkind. "I mean, it's not like this is new. You've been here plenty of times."

Dominic blinked, his brow furrowing as he glanced around the familiar house. "Wait... how did I not know about this? Have you always been like this? Walking around naked?" His voice was tinged with disbelief as he gestured vaguely at Robbie's bare form. "I mean... really?"

"Sure have," Robbie said, clearly enjoying Dominic's reaction. He pushed off the wall and strolled toward the kitchen, every step casual but deliberate, his hips swaying slightly. "We're naturalists at home. Always have been. We put on clothes when we're heading out or when we know someone's coming over. But at home?" He spread his arms and shrugged, his grin turning playful. "We like to be more... free."

Dominic followed slowly, his thoughts spinning. "So you're telling me--every time I've been here, you've all just... put on clothes for my sake?"

"Yep." Robbie shot him a knowing glance over his shoulder. "You're practically family, Dom, but we didn't think you'd be ready to see us... au naturel. At least, not until I saw you naked with Briar last week. After that?" He laughed softly. "Figured you could handle it."

Dominic's ears burned as the memory flashed through his mind, his tail flicking behind him. "That was different," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "And I wasn't with Briar like that..."

"Uh-huh," Robbie said, his tone light but clearly unconvinced. He stopped in the doorway to the hall and leaned casually against the frame, his arms crossing over his chest again. "Look, Dom, relax. It's just skin and fur. No big deal."

Dominic tried to focus on Robbie's words, but his gaze betrayed him again. His eyes roamed over the younger wolf's form, taking in every detail despite himself--the soft curve of Robbie's sheath, the way his balls shifted slightly as he moved, the defined lines of his stomach that seemed to lead his gaze downward like an invitation. Dominic's sheath twitched uncomfortably, and he shifted his stance, hoping Robbie wouldn't notice.

"Sure," Dominic muttered, his voice tight as he gripped the edge of his scarf. "No big deal." His words didn't feel convincing, even to himself.

Robbie's sharp eyes didn't miss a thing, but he didn't call Dominic out. Instead, he pushed off the doorframe with a grin. "Alright, Mr. Uptight. Make yourself comfortable. Briar should be home soon, but until then, you're stuck with me. Unless, of course..." He trailed off, his grin turning sly. "You want to strip down and join the vibe. Your call."

Dominic's breath caught in his throat, his tail flicking nervously as he tried to process what the hell he'd just walked into. This visit was definitely going to be more eventful than he'd expected. The fox hesitated, the weight of the decision settling heavily on his shoulders. His grip tightened on the edge of his scarf, his claws pressing into the soft fabric as his mind raced. The sensible part of him screamed to keep things normal--to stay buttoned-up and in control, to stick to the carefully cultivated image he'd been carrying for years. This wasn't him. He didn't do stuff like this. But that voice was starting to sound a lot like his mother.

The thought made him grimace, his ears flattening slightly. Eleanor Reeves and her iron grip on everything in his life: his image, his education, his relationships, his future. He'd spent his whole life being perfect, suffocating under the weight of expectations that felt like they were crushing him from the inside out. And what had it gotten him? Sleepless nights, relentless guilt, and a growing sense that he didn't even know who he was anymore.

Robbie stood there, leaning against the kitchen doorframe like it was the easiest thing in the world, his tail swaying lazily behind him. He looked so damn free. There wasn't a hint of tension in his posture, no embarrassment, no shame. Just an easy, confident grin that Dominic couldn't help but envy. "Relax, Dom," Robbie said again, his voice light and teasing. "You're overthinking it. It's just fur. Nothing scandalous." He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. "But hey, no pressure. Keep the layers if it makes you feel better. I'll still love you."

Dominic exhaled sharply, his tail flicking as he glanced around the room. The cozy familiarity of the Whitten home wrapped around him like a blanket, warm and inviting. It was nothing like the cold, museum-like mansion he'd grown up in, where every movement felt like it might disturb the carefully arranged perfection of his mother's design. This house, with its scuffed floors and faint scent of pine and woodsmoke, felt alive. Real.

His gaze returned to Robbie, who raised a playful brow as if to say, Well?

"Fuck it," Dominic muttered under his breath, the words barely audible over the roar of blood in his ears. His heart raced, his paws trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of his sweater. He froze for a second, his mind screaming at him to stop, but the adrenaline surging through his veins drowned out the hesitation. With a sharp inhale, he yanked the sweater over his head, the cool air hitting his fur like a warning. Each movement felt exaggerated, his senses dialed up to eleven. The soft brush of his scarf as he unwrapped it sent a shiver down his spine, and the rustle of his button-down as it joined the pile on the chair seemed deafening. His chest heaved, the air tasting sharp and foreign in his throat. What the fuck am I doing? his thoughts screamed, but his paws kept moving.

Robbie's grin stretched wider, his tail wagging. "There you go. Was that so hard?"

Dominic's laugh came out shaky, almost brittle, as he avoided Robbie's eyes. "No... and yes," he admitted, his voice raw and uneven. "Physically, no. But stripping naked in front of someone? It's a lot, Robbie. It's fucking weird, okay? I don't... I don't do this kind of thing."

Robbie's tail stilled for a moment, and he tilted his head, his expression softening--just slightly. "Hey, you're doing fine. No one's judging you here, Dom. Trust me. You're good."

Dominic's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he fumbled for his belt, his fingers stiff and uncoordinated. Every sound felt amplified: the clink of the buckle, the slide of the zipper, the soft thud of his trousers as they pooled around his ankles. His fur stood on end as he stepped out of them, folding them automatically, like a reflex. When his boxers joined the pile, Dominic's whole body tensed, his sheath and balls fully exposed. His pulse roared in his ears, and he could feel his fur prickling all over, as though his body were rebelling against the vulnerability. He felt raw, stripped in every sense of the word, his instincts screaming to cover himself, to run. And yet, he didn't. There was a strange thrill in it, a quiet rebellion against his own fear. He wasn't comfortable--fuck, he was far from comfortable--but he was here, standing naked, rolling with it because something inside him wouldn't let him back down. And that small, defiant part of him made it just bearable enough to stay. He crossed his arms over his chest instinctively, his tail curling slightly behind him. "This is... weird," he admitted, his voice low.

Robbie stepped forward, clapping a paw on Dominic's shoulder with an easy laugh. "Weird the first time, maybe. But trust me, you'll get used to it." He stepped back, gesturing to the open space around them. "No barriers, no expectations. Just you, Dom. That's the point."

Dominic stood there for a moment, his ears flicking as he processed the words. No barriers. No expectations. It sounded so simple, but it was the exact opposite of everything his life had been up until now. And maybe that was exactly what he needed. He dropped his arms, letting them hang loosely at his sides as he took a deep breath. "Alright," he said, his voice steadier now. "Let's see what this no-barriers thing is all about."

Robbie's grin turned approving as he nudged Dominic toward the couch. "Now you're getting it. Welcome to the Whitten way, Dom."

Dominic's ears twitched as he followed Robbie into the living room, the cool air of the house brushing against his exposed fur. As they walked, Dominic couldn't help but steal a glance at Robbie again--his muscular shoulders, his lithe, athletic frame, and, of course, the way his sheath and heavy balls seemed to hang so effortlessly, almost confidently. Dominic's own sheath, noticeably smaller and tighter, felt like it shrank further under the weight of comparison. His tail flicked nervously behind him as warmth crept up his neck, the flush of embarrassment spreading fast.

Robbie must have noticed, because he stopped mid-step, turning to face Dominic with a knowing smile. "Hey," he said gently, his tone soft but firm. "We don't do that here."

Dominic blinked, caught off guard. "Do what?"

"That," Robbie said, gesturing subtly at Dominic's posture, the way his arms hovered close to his sides and his tail curled inward. "Getting all in your head about how you look. Comparing yourself to me, or anyone else. That's not what this is about."

Dominic's ears flattened slightly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I wasn't--"

"Dom," Robbie interrupted, stepping closer and placing a paw on his shoulder. His grip was warm and steady, his expression kind. "This is a no-judgement zone. We don't compare ourselves to each other, and we definitely don't measure ourselves against anyone else. You're you, and that's enough. Actually, it's more than enough--it's fucking great."

Dominic glanced up, his tail flicking uncertainly. "It's just... I mean, you're... bigger. And younger," he admitted, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

Robbie laughed softly, but it wasn't mocking. It was warm and reassuring, like the laugh of an older brother. "Dom, differences are what make life interesting. It's what makes us unique and special. Imagine if everyone was the same--how boring would that be?"

Dominic let out a reluctant chuckle, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Pretty boring, I guess."

""Exactly." Robbie gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, his voice dipping lower, almost like a purr. "So instead of getting caught up in how you measure up, why not focus on what makes you, you? Like your scent." He leaned in, his nose twitching as he took an exaggerated sniff, his lips curling into a playful, toothy grin. "It's so deep and rich--earthy, kinda spicy, with just the faintest hint of musk. Makes me wanna bury my face in your fur and just breathe you in."

Dominic's breath hitched, his fur bristling as a wave of heat rushed to his face--and lower. "My--my scent?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah," Robbie said, his grin widening, his tail giving a slow, deliberate wag. "It's intoxicating, Dom. Not like mine--mine's sharp, rough, like wet pine and sweat. Yours is... inviting. Kinda makes me wonder what you smell like when you're really worked up, y'know?" He gave Dominic's shoulder a teasing squeeze before pulling back just enough to let the words hang heavy between them, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Differences, Dom. That's where the magic is. Don't fight it--savour it."

Dominic nodded slowly, Robbie's words sinking in. There was something disarming about the younger wolf's easy confidence, the way he carried himself without a trace of self-consciousness. It was hard not to be drawn into that energy.

"Come on," Robbie said, his tail wagging slightly as he turned toward the couch. "Sit with me. Let's just chat. No pressure, no awkwardness--just us."

Dominic hesitated for only a moment before following, his earlier embarrassment beginning to melt away. As they settled onto the couch, Robbie leaned back, his arms resting casually along the top of the cushions.

"So," Robbie said with a grin, "what's been going on in that busy little fox brain of yours?"

Dominic leaned back on the couch, his arms crossed loosely over his chest as he tried to relax. The warmth of the Whitten home, combined with Robbie's casual, open presence, was strangely comforting. He usually kept himself tightly controlled, always the perfect son, the polished student, but here, sitting naked next to Robbie, it was as if the weight on his shoulders had lightened. Something about Robbie's easy nature--the way he lounged on the couch with his legs spread, his tail swishing lazily--made Dominic feel... liberated. The words started spilling out before he could stop them.

"It's just... I don't know who I am anymore," Dominic admitted, his voice low and fast, as if he could outrun the embarrassment of saying it aloud. "I thought I had everything figured out, y'know? Straight-A student, the perfect girlfriend, the son of the town's fucking mayor." He let out a bitter laugh, his tail flicking sharply against the couch. "But then this winter happened, and it's like everything got flipped upside down." Robbie sat quietly, his ears tilted forward attentively, though his face betrayed a slight struggle to keep up with Dominic's rapid-fire confession. "I mean, Claire--she's amazing. I love her, I really do. But then there was that coyote..." Dominic swallowed hard, his sheath twitching slightly at the memory. "And the leopard. And the Lab. And fuck, now I can't stop thinking about Briar." He raked his fingers through the fur on his head, his voice rising slightly. "What does that make me? Am I still the guy Claire thinks I am? Or am I... something else?" Robbie opened his mouth to speak, but Dominic barreled on, the words tumbling out in a messy, emotional rush. "And my mum--gods, my mum--she's so fucking bigoted. She doesn't even realise it. It's all about appearances with her, about being perfect, about upholding the family image. She's always been like that, but now it's worse with the election. And I'm just sitting there, listening to her rant about those `fucking faggots' and thinking... what if she knew?"

Dominic's voice cracked slightly, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. "I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, Robbie. I feel like I'm drowning." There was a beat of silence as Dominic's words hung in the air. He risked a glance at Robbie, whose face was a mixture of sympathy and mild overwhelm, his ears twitching as he seemed to search for the right thing to say. Before Robbie could respond, the sound of light footsteps approached, and Dominic barely had time to straighten up before a voice called out from the kitchen doorway.

"Robbie, did you put--"

Mrs. Whitten stepped into the living room mid-sentence, her golden eyes immediately locking onto Dominic. She froze in place, her nude form illuminated in the warm glow of the house. Dominic's ears shot back, his breath hitching as his gaze betrayed him, dragging over her body despite his brain screaming for him to stop. She was stunning in a way that made Dominic's heart race. Her fur shimmered under the light, her curves perfectly balanced between grace and allure. Her full, perky breasts swayed slightly with her movement, the pale pink of her nipples a stark contrast against the cream of her chest fur. Her toned stomach led his eyes downward to her wide hips, and just between the curve of her thighs, he caught a glimpse of her mound, golden-furred and tantalisingly out of reach. She smelled faintly of fresh lavender and something deeper, warmer--intoxicatingly wolfish. Dominic's sheath tightened instantly, his cock pushing free and swelling rapidly, the tapered pink length glistening as it emerged fully. He couldn't stop the reaction even if he tried; the heat of arousal burned through him, and the thick, musky scent of his own need filled the room.

"Oh!" Mrs. Whitten gasped, her voice catching as her golden eyes darted downward for the briefest moment before snapping back up. Her cheeks burned beneath her fur, and she clutched the tea towel she was holding to her chest as though it might shield her. "Dominic! I didn't realise... we had company."

Dominic's face heated to match hers, his ears flat against his skull. "Mrs. Whitten, I--I didn't mean--uh--" Words failed him as his body betrayed him completely, his cock throbbing in the open air.

Robbie, lounging on the couch, groaned audibly and sat up straighter. "Mum, relax. He showed up unannounced, okay? I got caught up with him actually stripping down and didn't have time to let you know."

Mrs. Whitten blinked, her gaze snapping to her son. "Robbie, you should have said something! I wouldn't have--" Her eyes darted to Dominic again, and her voice faltered, trailing off into an awkward silence. Mrs. Whitten's golden eyes flickered over him again, her expression shifting subtly. For the briefest moment, it wasn't just shock on her face but something that felt heavier, almost appraising. Her gaze swept from his broad shoulders, down his taut, flat stomach, to the stiff erection between his legs. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Dominic felt it--felt her notice him. Mrs. Whitten's gaze lingered on Dominic's young, toned frame, her golden eyes moving slowly, almost deliberately, over the contours of his chest and the firm lines of his stomach. Her breath seemed to hitch ever so slightly as her eyes settled on the fox's straining erection. Dominic, unable to stop himself, found his own eyes tracing her lithe figure, drinking in the gentle curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts with their pink, erect nipples, and the tantalising shadow of her mound barely visible between her thighs. A string of precum stretched from the tip of Dominic's twitching shaft, falling onto the hardwood floor below with an audible drip. His cock gave another eager pulse, and he caught the faintest flicker of something in her expression--surprise, maybe, or was it curiosity? Whatever it was, it sent a fresh wave of heat racing through his already burning body. The tension in the room was palpable, Dominic's arousal only making it worse. His cock twitched again, his body betraying him completely under the weight of her lingering gaze.

Robbie finally broke the silence with a groan and punched Dominic in the arm, hard enough to make him flinch. "Dude! Stop getting a boner and perving on my mum, for fuck's sake."

Dominic yelped, rubbing his arm. "I wasn't--fuck, Robbie!" His ears burned as he shot his friend a glare.

Mrs. Whitten cleared her throat, her blush deepening as she turned abruptly toward the kitchen. "I'll... let you boys carry on. Sorry for interrupting," she said quickly, her voice tight with embarrassment. She disappeared around the corner, the sound of her footsteps echoing down the hallway. As the door swung shut, Robbie leaned back on the couch, shaking his head with a smirk. "Well, Dom, welcome to the Whitten household. Never a dull moment." He glanced at the fox's still-stiff cock and chuckled. "You really are getting the full experience, huh?"

Dominic groaned, covering his face with his paws. "This is officially the most awkward day of my life."

Robbie cleared his throat, the corner of his mouth twitching into a grin as he clapped Dominic on the shoulder. "Alright, enough standing around getting all awkward. Let's head back to my room. More private, y'know?" He motioned for Dominic to follow, already padding towards the hallway with his tail swaying lazily behind him. Dominic hesitated, his arousal still prominently on display and the memory of Mrs. Whitten's golden gaze burned into his mind. His ears flicked nervously, the idea of stepping into Robbie's infamous room filling him with equal parts dread and curiosity. He'd only been in Robbie's little stink pit once and it had left a lasting impression--though not necessarily a good one.

"Uh, sure," Dominic finally muttered, trailing behind Robbie. Each step closer to the younger wolf's door brought a faint, musky scent that grew stronger, richer, the closer they got. By the time Robbie swung the door open, Dominic was hit with a wave of pure, unfiltered teen wolf funk. It was a heady cocktail of sweat, fur, and unmistakable notes of dried jizz--so much jizz. The air felt thicker, warmer, as if it had soaked up every ounce of Robbie's scent and refused to let it go. Dominic's nose twitched involuntarily as he stepped inside, his tail flicking nervously behind him. The room was a chaotic mess: clothes were strewn haphazardly across the floor, a mix of workout gear and everyday wear that all reeked of Robbie. The bed was unmade, the sheets wrinkled and slightly damp-looking in spots that Dominic chose not to think too much about. Empty bottles of sports drinks and half-eaten snacks littered the desk, and a collection of basketball posters and team paraphernalia covered the walls, all slightly askew as if they'd been put up in a rush.

"Home sweet home," Robbie said with a laugh, flopping onto his bed with zero hesitation. The mattress creaked under his weight as he leaned back against the wall, his arms sprawled out casually. "Come on, Dom. Grab a seat. Relax."

Dominic shifted awkwardly, his paws clenching and unclenching as he glanced around for a clean spot to sit. His sheath twitched as the overpowering scent of the room seeped into his nostrils, the musk lighting up something primal deep in his brain that he couldn't quite explain. His eyes flicked to the bed, the rumpled sheets practically radiating wolf funk, and he hesitated. Robbie caught the look and smirked. "Dude, it's just a bed. I don't bite. Unless you ask," he added with a cheeky wink. With a shaky laugh, Dominic relented, easing onto the edge of the bed. The mattress sank slightly under his weight, and the scent of the sheets enveloped him, a potent mix of sweat and musk that made his fur bristle. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to focus on anything other than the warmth pooling in his gut and the faint stirring in his sheath.

"So," Robbie began, his tone easy, conversational. "Before Mum barged in and made things super weird, you were saying something about your mum being a total nutjob?"

Dominic glanced up, his ears flattening slightly as he remembered the emotional dump he'd unleashed on Robbie. He sighed, leaning back against the wall next to the younger wolf. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now. "She's just... she's so controlling, you know? Everything has to be perfect, and I have to be perfect. And now, with her campaign, it's like... it's even worse."

Robbie nodded, his expression softening as he listened. "Yeah, that sounds rough. She's always been kinda... intense, huh?"

Dominic let out a humourless laugh. "That's putting it mildly." He hesitated, glancing down at his paws. "And it's not just that. It's... everything. The stuff I've been feeling lately. The shit I've done. It's like I'm living two completely different lives, and I don't know which one is the real me anymore."

Robbie tilted his head, his ears perking up slightly. "What do you mean? Like... the bi stuff?"

Dominic nodded, his throat tightening. "Yeah. That. And everything that comes with it. It's just... confusing. I don't know what I'm doing half the time. I don't even know who I am anymore." His voice wavered, and he took a shaky breath. "And with her--my mum--being the way she is... it's like I can't even be myself. Not fully."

Robbie was quiet for a moment, his brow furrowing as he processed Dominic's words. The younger wolf's usual cheeky grin was gone, replaced by something softer, more thoughtful. He reached out, resting a paw on Dominic's shoulder. "Hey," he said gently. "You don't have to figure it all out right now. And you don't have to be perfect, Dom. Not here. Not with me." He smiled, a small, genuine smile that made something in Dominic's chest ache. "Just... be you. That's enough."

Dominic let Robbie's words settle in his mind, their simplicity striking deeper than he expected. Be you. That's enough. Was it really enough? Could he really just... be himself, without the weight of his family's expectations crushing him? For a moment, the thought brought a strange kind of peace, as if a door he hadn't even known was there had been cracked open.

But that peace didn't last long. His thoughts started to swirl again, the messy chaos of everything he'd been feeling bubbling back to the surface. He thought about Claire and the way her body had felt beneath him, the soft curves and her sweet, inviting scent. He thought about Mrs. Whitten's appraising gaze, the way her breasts had moved with every breath, the tantalising hint of her mound between her thighs. His sheath twitched, heat pooling low in his gut as the memories and fantasies mixed together in his mind.

And then there was Robbie.

Dominic's gaze slid sideways, tracing the lines of the younger wolf's athletic body. Robbie's chest was broad but lean, his fur sleek over the firm muscle beneath. His stomach was taut, each movement subtly hinting at the strength and agility Dominic had always envied in the Whitten brothers. Lower still, Robbie's sheath rested against his toned thighs, his balls hanging heavy beneath, swaying slightly as he shifted.

Dominic's breath hitched as his sheath swelled, his cock pushing free a centimeter at a time, the pink, tapered tip glistening faintly in the warm light of the room. He tried to will the arousal away, but his thoughts betrayed him. He imagined what it would have been like if he and Briar had fooled around at Robbie's age. Would it have felt like this? The easy, comfortable vibe, mixed with the electric undercurrent of something more? His cock twitched, a bead of precum forming at the tip and dripping onto his thigh.

Robbie noticed.

The younger wolf's ears perked, his gaze flicking down before his lips curled into an easy grin. "Damn, Dom. Looks like you're still pretty wound up."

Dominic's ears flattened, his face burning. "I--I'm not--" he started, but Robbie waved him off with a chuckle.

"Relax," Robbie said, his tone light and teasing. "No judgment, remember? You're looking tense as hell, though. Probably need to blow off some steam." He leaned back against the wall, stretching his arms above his head in a way that made his lean body seem even more inviting. "Nothing like a good stroke and a nice load to loosen up, y'know?"

Dominic blinked, his brain short-circuiting at the casual suggestion. "You mean--"

Robbie shrugged, his grin widening. "Yeah. Pawing off. Together, if you want. No pressure." His tail flicked lazily, his confidence radiating like it was the most natural thing in the world. "It's not a big deal. Just two dudes helping each other chill out."

Dominic hesitated, his heart pounding as he stared at Robbie. The offer hung in the air between them, tantalising and terrifying all at once. But as he looked at Robbie--his easy smile, his relaxed posture, his sheer lack of judgment--Dominic felt something inside him shift. Maybe this was okay. Maybe letting go, just for a little while, wouldn't be the end of the world. He shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flicking between Robbie's relaxed expression and his own lap, where his cock twitched against his thigh. The idea was thrilling and terrifying all at once, his mind racing with the implications. "I mean... I've only ever done it alone," he admitted, his ears pinning back as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. "I know everyone does it, but... doing it together? I don't know, Robbie. It feels... weird."

Robbie laughed, the sound light and full of genuine amusement. "Weird? Dude, it's not weird at all. Trust me. I do it with my teammates all the time. Circle jerks in the locker room after a big win, during gaming breaks when the night's getting long--hell, it's practically tradition." He grinned, his tail wagging slightly as he leaned back on his elbows. "It's totally chill. No one cares; it's just about blowing off steam and having fun." Dominic blinked, his mind struggling to process how casual Robbie was about the whole thing. He opened his mouth to respond, but Robbie kept going, his tone even more reassuring. "Hell, Briar and I do it all the time," Robbie added with a shrug, his nonchalance as disarming as it was shocking. "At least once a week, probably more. He's the one who showed me how to do it, y'know, back when I was younger and didn't have a clue what to do with myself."

Dominic's breath hitched at the mention of Briar. The image of the older wolf--his best friend--stroking himself next to Robbie sent an electric jolt through him, his cock twitching involuntarily. He glanced at Robbie, who was watching him with an easy smile, his confidence and lack of shame somehow more infectious than Dominic wanted to admit. "You and Briar?" Dominic asked, his voice cracking slightly as his mind spun. "You actually..."

Robbie nodded. "Yep, since I was in middle school. And it's no big deal. It's just what we do. We're close, we're comfortable, and, well... it's fun." He chuckled, leaning forward slightly and meeting Dominic's gaze. "Seriously, Dom. You're wound up tighter than a drum. Just give it a try. Be free for once. It's not like anyone's judging you here." Dominic hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest as he considered Robbie's words. The idea still felt taboo, strange, but there was something about Robbie's easy demeanour, his complete lack of judgment, that made him want to let go. And then there was Briar. The thought of being a little more like Briar, of embracing the Whittens' carefree nature, of finally breaking free from the stifling expectations he'd carried for so long--it was tempting. More than tempting.

Slowly, he exhaled, his tension melting away just a little as he looked at Robbie again. "Alright," he said quietly, his voice steadying as he made the decision. "Let's do it." Dominic's paw hovered over his sheath, his ears twitching nervously as he glanced at Robbie, who was already stroking himself with an easy, confident rhythm. The younger wolf leaned back against the bedframe, his legs spread wide and his cock fully on display, his sheath pulled back to reveal his thick shaft glistening with natural slick.

"Go on," Robbie encouraged, his voice smooth and calm. "No pressure, Dom. Just take your time. It's not a test." Dominic swallowed hard, his paw finally settling on his sheath. His fingers twitched as he rubbed along the soft fur, his breath catching at the familiar, yet oddly amplified sensation. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to focus on the physicality of it rather than the situation--being naked next to Robbie, their bodies on full display in the musky warmth of the room. "There you go," Robbie said softly, his tone warm and supportive. "Feels good, doesn't it? Just let it happen." Dominic nodded, his confidence growing as he began to work himself. His sheath peeled back slowly, exposing his tapered tip, which was already glistening with precum. A small moan escaped him, his embarrassment fading slightly as the pleasure started to take over. His strokes were tentative, exploratory, his grip loose as he adjusted to the idea of doing this in front of someone else. "Don't hold back," the young wolf said with a grin, his own paw working steadily along his length. "You're not gonna scare me off or anything. Just enjoy it, Dom. That's what this is all about."

Dominic exhaled shakily, his inner voice chiming in as he allowed himself to relax further. It's fine. This feels good. Robbie's chill about it. Just go with it. His strokes became more confident, his paw gliding up and down his shaft with increasing pressure. The heat pooled in his groin, his hips shifting slightly as he found a rhythm that made his breath hitch.

""Yeah, that's it," Robbie murmured, his tail wagging lazily behind him as he reached for a bottle of SlickPaw™ sitting conveniently on the nightstand. He popped the cap open with one thumb, the faintly fruity scent wafting into the air. "Here, you're gonna want some of this." Dominic glanced over, his blush deepening as Robbie poured a generous dollop of the lube onto his own cock, spreading it along the shaft with a low, satisfied groan. Robbie smirked, holding out the bottle toward him. "Trust me--it makes everything better." Hesitating for only a moment, Dominic accepted the bottle, his paw trembling slightly as he squeezed a small amount onto his fingers. The cool gel made him shiver at first, but as he spread it along his length, a low gasp escaped his lips. The sensation was incredible--slick, smooth, and impossibly warm as the lube seemed to amplify every stroke. His cock throbbed in his grip, fully hard now, the tapered shaft glistening under the soft light. "See?" Robbie said, his grin widening as he watched Dominic's paw begin to move more confidently. "Told you. SlickPaw™ is a game changer."

Dominic let out a soft groan, his tail flicking behind him as the last of his nerves began to melt away. "Yeah, I--I guess it does feel better," he admitted, his voice breathy as his strokes grew firmer, more rhythmic. The lube made every movement effortless, his precum mixing with it to create an almost sinful slickness that sent shivers up his spine.

Robbie leaned back, stroking himself with long, deliberate motions, his golden eyes locked on Dominic. "Told ya," he murmured, his voice dipping lower, almost teasing. "And look at you, really getting into it now. Feels good, huh?" Dominic could only nod, his body now fully lost in the moment, the heat between them growing thicker with every passing second. The musky scent of the room intensified as both canids worked themselves, their breathing filling the space with a steady rhythm. Dominic's mind quieted, the tension melting away as his pleasure built. His strokes quickened, his hips starting to buck subtly into his paw as his knot began to swell. He was close, so close, the pressure building in his balls, his breaths coming faster. But just as he felt the first wave of release start to crest, a firm paw wrapped around his. Dominic's eyes flew open, his heart racing as he looked down to see Robbie's hand over his own, guiding his movements. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as he turned to meet Robbie's gaze.

"Relax," Robbie said with an easy smile, his grip steady but not forceful. "It's better when your mate gives you a hand." Dominic's ears flicked back, his pulse thundering in his ears as he hesitated. But Robbie's calm expression and the steady encouragement in his voice made something inside Dominic shift. Slowly, he nodded, allowing Robbie to guide his paw. The sensation was different--new, more intense--and he couldn't stop the moan that spilled from his lips as his cock twitched in their combined grip. Dominic hesitated for only a moment before releasing his grip on his own shaft. His paw moved instinctively to Robbie's cock, wrapping around the younger wolf's length and earning a surprised but pleased grunt from him. The wolf's shaft was warm, slick with precum, and Dominic's fingers slid easily along the rigid flesh.

"Yeah, just like that," Robbie encouraged, his hips bucking slightly into Dominic's grip. His own paw continued to work Dominic's cock with the same confident rhythm, their movements synchronising as the room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their mutual stroking.

Dominic's mind buzzed with conflicting thoughts--this was so far outside his comfort zone, yet it felt thrilling in a way he couldn't deny. The scent of their arousal thickened the air, mingling with the ever-present musk of the room, and Dominic found himself leaning into the moment. His grip tightened on Robbie's cock, his strokes becoming bolder as he focused on the feel of the wolf's girth, the way the knot at the base teased his palm with every motion. Robbie moaned softly, his tail wagging lazily behind him. "Damn, Dom. You've got a good touch for a first-timer," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Briar's gonna be jealous."

The mention of Briar sent a jolt through Dominic, but before he could dwell on it, the quiet creak of the bedroom door caught his attention. His ears twitched, and he glanced up, his breath catching in his throat. Briar stood in the doorway, completely naked, his broad frame filling the space with an imposing presence. His silver fur gleamed faintly in the dim light, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the scene in front of him. Dominic's gaze flicked downward, and his breath hitched as he saw Briar's sheath swelling, his cock slowly pushing free, thick and impossibly large compared to Robbie's or his own. Briar said nothing, his expression unreadable, but there was a heat in his gaze that Dominic couldn't ignore. Dominic's mind raced, the realisation hitting him like a freight train: I'm pawing off Robbie while Briar watches.

Robbie didn't miss a beat, his strokes on Dominic's cock maintaining their steady rhythm as he glanced over his shoulder. "Hey, big bro," he said casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. "Thought you'd be home later."

Briar's lips twitched into a small smirk, his cock continuing to harden as he leaned casually against the doorframe. "Got off work early," he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. His eyes never left Dominic, who felt his face flush under the scrutiny. "Looks like you two are having fun."

Dominic's rhythm on Robbie's shaft faltered for just a moment before he forced himself to focus, his paw moving again despite the overwhelming heat spreading through his body. The sight of Briar's massive cock, now fully hard and bobbing slightly with each slow step as he entered the room, only added to the surreal intensity of the moment.

Robbie chuckled, his hips bucking lightly into Dominic's grip. "Yeah, Dom's finally loosening up. Figured I'd help him relax a little."

Dominic's pulse thundered in his ears as he tried to process everything--the heat of Robbie's cock in his paw, the weight of Briar's gaze, the scent of the older wolf's arousal now mixing with their own. His own cock twitched violently in Robbie's grip, a fresh bead of precum dripping from his tip and landing on his thigh.

Briar stepped closer, his smirk deepening as his cock bobbed with each movement, the sheer size of it making Dominic's sheath tighten reflexively. "Relax, huh?" Briar said, his tone teasing as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. "Looks like you're doing a pretty good job at that, Dom." Dominic swallowed hard, his strokes on Robbie's shaft quickening slightly as the heat in the room became almost unbearable. His eyes flicked between the two brothers--Robbie, moaning softly under his touch, and Briar, standing there like some kind of primal deity, his cock thick and glistening as it throbbed against his abs. What the fuck is happening? Dominic thought, but even as the question flashed through his mind, he didn't stop. Instead, he found himself leaning into the moment, his arousal overriding his doubts as his body moved on instinct.

Dominic could feel the tension building in Robbie's body as the younger wolf's breaths turned ragged, his hips bucking up into the fox's grip with increasing desperation. Robbie's cock throbbed heavily in his paw, veins pulsing against Dominic's pads as fresh precum oozed over his fingers. "Fuck, Dom, don't stop," Robbie groaned, his voice thick with lust. His head tipped back, exposing his throat as his tail wagged erratically against the bed. "I'm so close--shit--so fucking close..." Briar stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over the pair, and his large paw reached down to tweak Robbie's sensitive nipple. The younger wolf gasped, his entire body jolting as Briar leaned in with a wicked grin.

"Come on, pup," Briar rumbled, his deep voice laced with command. "Show him. Show this fox how big your nut is. Let's see you paint the room like you always do."

Robbie's whimper turned into a sharp cry as his cock swelled impossibly in Dominic's grip, his balls contracting tightly against his body. "Fuck--fuck--oh gods, yes!" he howled, his entire body tensing as the first thick rope of cum exploded from his cock.

Dominic's eyes widened as the sheer volume hit him. Robbie's cum shot across the room with surprising force, splattering against the curtains with an audible slap. Another heavy spurt followed, drenching the bedding in white, sticky streaks. Dominic barely had time to process before more hot wolf jizz coated his paw, dripping between his fingers and soaking into the fur of his wrist.

"Holy shit," Dominic muttered, his gaze darting between Robbie's convulsing body and the mess now decorating the room. The smell of fresh cum was overwhelming, heady and musky, mingling with the already thick scent that clung to every surface.

Robbie's balls churned visibly as they worked overtime, each contraction producing another massive load that painted the walls, the bed, and even Briar's chest as he leaned too close. Briar chuckled, running a paw over his arm where some of Robbie's cum had landed, his grin never faltering.

"You've still got it, pup," Briar teased, his tongue darting out to lick the sticky mess off his fur. He smirked at Dominic, his blue eyes gleaming. "Told you this one's a firehose."

Dominic couldn't speak, his jaw slack as he watched Robbie's orgasm continue, his cum pouring out in thick, creamy spurts that seemed endless. The bed was soaked, the curtains streaked, and Dominic's paw was dripping with evidence of the younger wolf's release. He glanced at Robbie's heaving chest, at his balls still visibly pulsing as they emptied themselves, and suddenly everything about the room's potent scent made sense. As Robbie collapsed back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, Briar placed a paw on Dominic's shoulder. "Come on," he said, his voice softer now, but still holding that commanding edge. "Let's let the pup bask in the glow of his masterpiece. You and I have a lot to talk about." Dominic swallowed hard, his cock twitching between his legs as he glanced at Robbie one last time. The younger wolf was grinning lazily, his tongue lolling from his mouth as he basked in the aftermath of his explosive orgasm. Dominic followed Briar out of the room, his mind racing and his arousal impossible to ignore.

Briar's room was still wolfish, but in a way that Dominic couldn't help but find inviting. The faint musk of male lingered in the air--warm, earthy, primal--but it was subtle, more like the ghost of sweat and pheromones than the suffocating fog of Robbie's room. The bed dominated the space, unmade with the sheets slightly rumpled, as if they had only recently been abandoned. A few stray clothes hung off a chair in the corner, and the walls were decorated with posters of athletes, rugged landscapes, and a single framed photo of Briar and Robbie as pups.

The scent of pine mingled with it all, faint but grounding, coming from a candle on the desk that had been burned down to a stub. It smelled like Briar--clean, masculine, and just a little wild. Dominic's nose twitched as he breathed it in, his sheath giving the faintest twitch in response. The room carried Briar's presence in every corner, making Dominic hyperaware of his own nakedness. The door clicked shut behind him, and he turned to find Briar leaning casually against it, his muscular frame filling the space with an easy dominance. The wolf's piercing blue eyes dragged over Dominic's body, unashamed, lingering for a moment on the fox's chest before dipping lower. "So," Briar said, his voice smooth and teasing. "You're naked."

Dominic's ears flattened, his cheeks heating as he looked away. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, his tail curling self-consciously around his leg. "Robbie just... has a way of making it seem like no big deal, you know? One second he's saying I should try it, and the next, well..." He gestured vaguely at his bare body, his fur puffing slightly in embarrassment.

Briar grinned, his sharp teeth flashing as he pushed off the door and closed the distance between them. "Classic Robbie," he said with a low chuckle. "That squirt can talk anyone into anything if you give him half a chance."

Dominic huffed a laugh, feeling a little of the tension ease. He shoved Briar playfully in the chest, though his paw lingered for a moment on the firm muscle beneath the wolf's fur. "Seriously, though. How the hell did I not know about this?" He waved a paw, gesturing to the room, the house, the whole vibe. "We've known each other since middle school. And in all that time, not one word about your family being nudists?"

"Naturalists," Briar corrected, his smirk widening. "And we didn't tell you because, well... we didn't have to. When we knew you were coming over, we just put on clothes. Simple as that."

Dominic blinked, his brow furrowing as he tried to process that. "So, wait. You're saying you've been living like this the whole time, and I just... never knew?"

"Pretty much." Briar's smirk turned sly. "What, you thought we all just suddenly decided to get naked for fun last week?"

"Well, I mean..." Dominic trailed off, his ears twitching. "Why not tell me, though? I wouldn't have cared. You know me."

Briar's smirk faded slightly, replaced by something softer, almost apologetic. "It's not about you, Dom. It's about your mum." He reached up, clasping Dominic's shoulder with a firm, reassuring grip. "You know how she is. If she'd found out, she wouldn't have let you come over. And I wasn't about to risk losing my best friend just because my family likes being comfortable at home."

Dominic's ears flattened further as the words hit home. He could picture it all too vividly--his mother's icy glare, her lectures about propriety and appearances, her insistence on perfection. He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admitted. "She'd have lost her shit."

Briar chuckled, his grin returning as he stepped closer, his paw sliding down to clasp Dominic's upper arm. "Exactly. It wasn't about keeping secrets, Dom. It was about keeping you around. I'd have told you eventually. Just... maybe not while your mum was still picking you up after playdates."

Dominic snorted, the tension in his chest easing as he met Briar's gaze. "Fair point." He glanced around the room again, taking in the mess, the scent, the sheer Briarness of it all. "Still feels weird, though. Like, I've been coming here for years, and now I find out your family's all about... this?" He gestured to his own nakedness, his tail flicking behind him.

"Well, looks like you're catching on fast," Briar teased, his voice warm and low. "Robbie got you to strip down, and here you are, hanging out naked in my room like it's no big deal. I'd say you're fitting in just fine."

Dominic couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Maybe. I don't know. It's been... a weird winter."

Briar laughed, the sound deep and rich, sending a shiver down Dominic's spine. "Weird, huh? Well, let's see how much weirder it can get."

Dominic sat down on the edge of Briar's bed, running a paw through his fur as he glanced around the room. "You and Robbie are really close, huh?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. "He said you guys paw off together sometimes. Hell, you even tasted his cum. My brothers and I... we were never like that."

Briar leaned back against his desk, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched Dominic. "Well, not everyone's built the same way," he said with a shrug. "Robbie and I have always been close. It's just how we grew up. Open. Comfortable. No shame. But that doesn't mean it's for everyone." His piercing blue eyes softened. "What about your brothers?"

Dominic huffed, leaning back on his paws. "William, my middle brother, at least told me about pawing off. Gave me the whole `every guy does it' talk when I was younger. But doing it together? No way. And Paul..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

Briar tilted his head, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "A stick in the mud?"

"More like a carbon copy of my mum," Dominic muttered, his ears flattening against his head. "He's just as uptight as she is. Maybe even more. I can't imagine him ever doing anything remotely... fun." He looked up, meeting Briar's gaze with a small, wistful smile. "I'm glad you're not like that, Briar. I mean it."

Briar smiled back, pushing off the desk and sitting beside Dominic on the bed. "Definitely not," Briar said, his tail brushing against Dominic's. "And for what it's worth, I'm glad you're not like them either, Dom. You're different. Always have been."

Dominic chuckled dryly, his eyes flicking down to the floor. "Yeah, well, I don't know about that. I've been getting into some... things these last couple of weeks that I can't imagine anyone in my family understanding. If they ever found out--" He broke off, his voice hitching as the weight of his thoughts bore down on him. "I can't imagine what they'd say."

Briar watched him closely, his expression turning serious. "What's going on, Dom? You don't have to hold back."

Dominic's tail flicked nervously as his breathing quickened. "It's just... my mum. You should have heard her earlier today. She was going off about... about those guys running against her. She's such a bigot. The things she says--it's disgusting. And I hate it when she's like that. But what if she ever... What if she ever found out about me? About what I've been doing? About who I--" His words faltered, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his breathing spiralled into shallow gasps.

"Hey, hey, hey," Briar said softly, moving closer and wrapping his strong arms around Dominic. The fox stiffened for a moment before melting into the warmth of the wolf's embrace. "It's okay, Dom. You're okay. Breathe with me. You're safe here."

Dominic's claws dug into Briar's back as he held on tightly, his face buried in the wolf's broad shoulder. "I hate it," he whispered hoarsely. "I hate how scared I am of her. Of all of them. I just want to be myself, Briar. Is that too much to ask?"

Briar's voice was firm but kind as he stroked Dominic's back, his touch steady and grounding. "It's not too much to ask, Dom. And you're already doing it. You're figuring it out, step by step. And no matter what happens, you've got me. You've always got me."

Dominic pulled back just enough to look up at Briar, his golden eyes shimmering with unspoken gratitude. "Thanks," he said, his voice still shaky but steadier than before.

Briar gave him a lopsided grin, brushing a paw lightly over Dominic's cheek. "That's what best friends are for, right?"

Dominic's gaze lingered on Briar, his chest tightening with a mix of gratitude and something deeper--something that had been stirring within him since this winter began. The wolf's words, his steady presence, the warmth of his embrace--it was all so overwhelming. And for once, Dominic didn't feel like running from it. He felt safe. Wanted. Seen.

Without thinking, Dominic leaned in.

His lips met Briar's in a soft, tentative kiss. The wolf froze for a fraction of a second, his surprise evident, but then he melted into it, his strong paws resting lightly on Dominic's sides. The fox's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing, but the sensation of Briar's lips against his own silenced everything else. It was warm, grounding, and electric all at once. Briar pulled back slightly, his blue eyes searching Dominic's face. "Dom," he said softly, his voice somewhere between a question and an affirmation.

Dominic's ears flicked back, his cheeks burning. "I--I don't know why I did that," he stammered, his tail curling around his thigh. "I just... you're always so--"

"Don't apologise," Briar interrupted, his voice steady. A small, reassuring smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "If that's how you feel, don't apologise for it."

Dominic's breath hitched, his golden eyes locked on Briar's. "I don't know what I'm doing, Briar. Everything's been such a mess lately. I feel like I'm just... floating, trying to figure out where I fit."

Briar leaned in closer, his paw gently cupping Dominic's cheek. "You're not floating, Dom. You're finding yourself. And that's not something to be scared of."

Dominic swallowed hard, his ears twitching as he processed Briar's words. "I... I think I like you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I don't know what to do with that."

Briar chuckled softly, his thumb brushing against Dominic's cheek. "You don't have to do anything you're not ready for. But if you want to kiss me again..." He let the words hang in the air, his smile growing as he added, "I wouldn't mind."

Dominic's tail flicked nervously, but he didn't hesitate this time. He leaned in again, their lips meeting in a kiss that was deeper, more certain. Briar's paw slid around to the back of Dominic's neck, pulling him closer, and the fox's paws found their way to the wolf's chest, his fingers brushing against the thick fur there.

For the first time in weeks, Dominic felt a sense of clarity--a fleeting but powerful moment where everything felt right.

Dominic pulled back from the kiss, his heart pounding so loudly it was a wonder Briar couldn't hear it. His lips tingled, and his breath came in shallow gasps. Before he could stop himself, the words spilled out of him like a dam breaking. "I want you to fuck me."

Briar blinked, his ears perking up. "What?"

"I want you to fuck me," Dominic repeated, his voice steady, though his face was flushed. His golden eyes locked with Briar's piercing blue ones, desperation and determination warring within him. "I want you to take my cherry. Please, Briar."

Briar let out a surprised chuckle, his brows lifting. "Whoa, whoa, slow down, Dom." He placed a steadying paw on Dominic's shoulder. "Where is this coming from all of a sudden? I mean... not that I'm complaining, but--"

"It's not sudden," Dominic interrupted, shaking his head. "I've been thinking about it. I can't stop thinking about it. And I'm not going to let it be some stranger. Not some... coyote in a diner restroom." The admission tumbled out before he could catch it, his tail flicking nervously behind him.

Briar tilted his head, his ears twitching with interest. "A coyote in a diner restroom, huh?" His lips curled into an amused smile. "There's obviously a story there, but maybe now isn't the time for it."

Dominic nodded quickly, his eyes wide. "There is a story, but yeah, now's definitely not the time." He leaned in again, brushing his lips against Briar's, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Please, Briar. I want it to be you. It should've always been you."

Briar's breath hitched, and he gently pushed Dominic back, breaking the kiss with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright. Let's pump the brakes for a second, eager fox." He let his paws slide down Dominic's arms, his touch firm but soothing. "I'm not saying no. But this is a big deal, Dom. And if you're going to do this, you should know what it's like to be with a guy first."

"I do know," Dominic insisted, but Briar raised an eyebrow, cutting him off.

"No," Briar said, his voice steady but kind. "I mean really know. I've been waiting a long, long time to feel some fox dick inside me, and I think you should start by giving that a try."

Dominic's breath caught in his throat as Briar leaned back on the bed, his broad frame stretching out on the mattress. The wolf's muscular thighs lifted, his knees drawing back to his chest as he grabbed his legs with his paws. His thick tail moved aside, exposing his tight, pink tail hole, glistening faintly as his fur shifted under the light. The sight was both raw and breathtaking. "Here's your chance," Briar said, his voice low and inviting, his eyes locking on Dominic's. "Show me what you've got, Dom. I've been wanting this for years." Dominic's mind raced as he stared at Briar. His best friend--his fucking best friend--was lying on the bed, thighs pulled back, knees nearly touching his ears, and his tailhole on full display. The pink flesh was taut and glistening, framed by the thick fur of his ass. Briar's legs flexed with casual strength, his body completely relaxed, like this was just another Saturday. Like this wasn't a life-altering moment for Dominic. He's been waiting years to feel me inside him? The words echoed in the fox's mind, over and over, as if trying to make sense of the surreal situation. His sheath twitched, his cock throbbing and dribbling precum against his fur. It was impossible not to look, not to take in the sight of Briar's strong thighs and that tight, inviting hole. Dominic had never even thought about this before--about a guy's asshole--but fuck, he couldn't stop staring now. His heart pounded, and his tail flicked nervously behind him.

"Uh..." Dominic started, his voice cracking as he glanced up at Briar's face. "Do I just... put it in? Do we need, like... lube or something?"

Briar let out a warm, low laugh, shaking his head slightly. "In for a penny, huh?" he teased, though his tone was far from mocking. "You're eager, but let's not rush this, Dom. You don't just shove it in--unless you want me walking funny for a week."

Dominic's ears flattened in embarrassment, his cheeks burning under his fur. "Sorry, I didn't mean-- I just..." He fumbled for words, gripping his knees tightly as he tried to steady himself.

Briar's grin softened, his golden eyes warm and reassuring. "Hey, it's fine. Relax," he said, his voice calm and steady. "This isn't a race. We'll need lube, sure, but before we even get there... remember how I ate you out the other night?"

Dominic's breath hitched, the memory of Briar's tongue on him flooding back in vivid, dizzying detail. The way it had felt--hot, wet, and relentless--had driven him mad, opened up parts of himself he didn't even know existed. His cock twitched again, the tip glistening as more precum dripped onto his thighs.

"Y-yeah," Dominic managed, his voice hoarse. He licked his lips, glancing down at Briar's hole again. The thought of using his mouth there--of tasting Briar, of making him moan like that--made his gut twist with nerves and a surge of heat he couldn't deny.

Briar smirked, clearly catching the shift in Dominic's expression. "Well, it wouldn't be a bad idea if you started there," he said, his voice dropping slightly, teasing but with an edge of sincerity. "Get me loosened up. If you're comfortable with it, that is."

Dominic blinked, his heart hammering in his chest. The idea sent a jolt through him, half terror and half raw, primal excitement. He wasn't sure if he was ready, but... fuck, he couldn't back out now. Not when Briar was lying there, offering himself like this. He nodded hesitantly, swallowing hard. "Yeah, I... I think I can do that," he said, his voice shaky but resolute. "Claire always said I eat her pussy out so good, so..."

He trailed off, his stomach churning with embarrassment and a stab of guilt. Claire. Fuck, what would Claire think if she saw me like this?

Briar's paw touched his arm, warm and grounding, pulling Dominic out of his spiraling thoughts. "Dom," he said softly, his tone serious now. "If Claire thinks you've got a magic tongue, I'm sure she's right. She's not the type to lie, right?" Dominic shook his head silently, his ears twitching as he looked down at Briar's paw. Briar smiled, his voice taking on a more playful edge. "Then show me. I'd be happy to see what she gets to enjoy."

Dominic's breath caught in his throat, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach. He glanced back at Briar's ass, his nerves screaming at him to back out, but the heat in his gut refused to let him. His tail flicked again, the movement restless, as he leaned forward slowly. His nose was inches away from Briar's exposed hole now, the earthy, musky scent of the wolf's arousal hitting him like a wave. It was intoxicating, overwhelming in a way that made his head spin and his instincts take over.

His tongue darted out hesitantly, brushing against the tight ring of muscle. Briar let out a low, pleased rumble, his thighs flexing slightly in encouragement. "There you go," he murmured, his voice thick with approval. "Take your time, Dom. You're doing good." Dominic's confidence grew with each passing second, the taste of Briar--musky, salty, undeniably male--sending jolts of heat straight to his groin. His tongue pressed harder, swirling in slow, deliberate circles around Briar's hole, teasing the edges before dipping just inside. Briar groaned softly, his hips shifting slightly as Dominic worked him over, his lips and tongue moving with growing confidence. This is fucking insane, Dominic thought, his mind racing even as his body found its rhythm. But it feels so good. He tastes so good. His paws gripped Briar's thighs now, holding him steady as he buried his face deeper, his tongue probing and licking with a fervour he hadn't expected. Every moan from Briar sent a fresh wave of arousal through him, his cock leaking steadily onto the bedspread below.

Briar's voice broke through the haze, low and teasing. "Damn, Dom," he said, his breath hitching slightly. "Claire wasn't lying. You're fucking amazing at this." Dominic's ears burned at the praise, but he didn't stop, didn't pull back. If anything, he pushed harder, his tongue diving deeper, determined to make Briar feel as good as he had the other night. Dominic's breath hitched as he pressed his lips to Briar's tailhole, the taste of him raw and musky, a dizzying mix of salt and heat that made his heart race. Holy shit, I'm actually doing this, he thought, his tongue flicking tentatively over the tight ring of muscle. His ears twitched at the sound of Briar's deep, approving groan, the wolf's thighs trembling slightly under his paws. "Fuck, Dom," Briar murmured, his voice low and rough with arousal. "That's it. Just like that." Dominic's cock throbbed painfully beneath him, the sheer intensity of the moment driving him wild. He shifted closer, gripping Briar's muscular thighs as his tongue swirled in slow, deliberate circles, teasing the edges of Briar's hole. If I thought I was good at eating Claire out, he mused, I'm fucking phenomenal at this. Briar let out a ragged moan, his hips twitching as Dominic's tongue pushed deeper. "Goddamn, Dom," he panted, his voice breaking slightly. "You've got one hell of a tongue on you. Who knew you'd be such a natural?"

Dominic pulled back just enough to grin, his breath hot against Briar's skin. "Guess I've got some hidden talents," he said, his voice shaking slightly with adrenaline. "Didn't think eating ass would be one of them."

Briar chuckled breathlessly, his paw reaching down to brush against Dominic's ear. "You're fucking killing it, fox. Keep going."

The praise sent a wave of pride through Dominic, his confidence growing with each flick of his tongue. He pressed his muzzle deeper, letting his lips and tongue work in tandem, the slick warmth of his saliva easing the way as he licked and teased Briar's hole. Every time he swirled his tongue over the sensitive skin, Briar shuddered, his moans growing louder, filthier. "Fuck, Dom, you're making me lose my mind," Briar groaned, his head falling back against the bed. His cock, fully hard and leaking, twitched against his stomach, the thick knot at its base beginning to swell. Dominic couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight. I'm doing that to him, he thought, his tongue darting inside again, pressing deeper. I'm making him fall apart. The thought was intoxicating, spurring him on as he lapped and probed, his movements growing more confident, more deliberate.

"You like that?" Dominic asked, his voice muffled against Briar's fur. He flicked his tongue over the wolf's hole, slow and deliberate, before pulling back to catch his breath. His lips were slick, his face flushed with heat.

"Fuck, yes," Briar growled, his voice thick with arousal. "You've got no idea how good that feels."

Dominic smirked, leaning in again to swirl his tongue in a slow, maddening circle. "Maybe I do," he teased, his voice low. "You're squirming like you're about to cum just from this."

"Cocky bastard," Briar shot back, but his words were cut off by a sharp, guttural moan as Dominic pushed deeper, his tongue pressing against the wolf's inner walls.

The sounds Briar was making were pure filth--deep, desperate groans mixed with ragged curses, his breaths hitching every time Dominic hit just the right spot. Dominic's cock throbbed with every moan, his own arousal building as he lost himself in the act. This is insane, he thought, his tongue sliding against the smooth, heated flesh. But fuck, I love it. Dominic adjusted his grip on Briar's thighs, pulling them wider as he buried his face deeper, his tongue working tirelessly. The musky scent of arousal filled his nose, the taste of Briar's sweat and heat driving him to the brink. He sucked gently on the rim, his lips forming a tight seal as his tongue delved inside, and Briar practically screamed.

"Holy fuck, Dom!" Briar gasped, his body arching off the bed. His claws dug into the sheets, his breaths coming in harsh, broken pants. "You're gonna make me fucking cum just from your tongue."

Dominic pulled back just enough to speak, his voice dripping with teasing confidence. "That good, huh?"

"Better than good," Briar panted, his eyes glassy with pleasure. "You're a fucking magician with that mouth."

Dominic grinned, his tail swishing behind him as he dove back in, his tongue swirling and teasing with renewed intensity. He pressed his thumbs against Briar's thighs, holding him open as he worked him over, his lips and tongue moving in perfect rhythm. The heat, the sounds, the sheer intimacy of it all--it was overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He felt Briar's thighs trembling under his grip, the wolf's breaths coming faster, more ragged. "Dom, fuck," Briar moaned, his voice breaking. "If you keep going like that, I'm not gonna last."

Dominic's ears twitched at the admission, a surge of pride swelling in his chest. I can do this to him, he thought, his tongue flicking over Briar's rim in quick, teasing strokes. I can make him fall apart. But he wasn't ready for this to end--not yet. Pulling back, Dominic looked up at Briar, his lips glistening, his chest heaving with exertion. "You taste so fucking good," he admitted, his voice low and rough. "I could do this all day."

Briar groaned, his head falling back against the bed as he laughed breathlessly. "Goddamn, Dom," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "You're driving me to the brink."

Dominic smirked, leaning back in to press a slow, deliberate kiss to Briar's hole. "That's the plan," he murmured, his tongue darting out for another taste. The fox felt a wicked surge of confidence as he latched his lips around Briar's hole, sucking firmly as if it were Claire's clit, the tight ring of muscle pulsing against his tongue. The taste of him--musky, salty, and uniquely wolf--was intoxicating, and Dominic's focus narrowed to the way Briar's body reacted beneath him.

"Holy fuck!" Briar cried out, his hips jerking involuntarily as Dominic sucked harder, his tongue teasing and flicking in tandem. "Goddamn, Dom, what the fuck are you doing to me?"

Dominic grinned against Briar's entrance, his paws gripping the wolf's muscular thighs to keep him in place. "Just giving you the magic tongue treatment," he murmured between wet, slurping kisses. "You like it, don't you?"

"Like it?" Briar panted, his voice breaking into a desperate groan. "Fuck, Dom, I love it. But--fuck--shit--"

Dominic growled softly, his lips tightening as he sucked harder, his tongue pressing insistently against the quivering flesh. He felt Briar's knot swelling, the thick bulb straining against the wolf's abdomen as his cock throbbed, a bead of precum dripping onto his stomach.

"Dom!" Briar yelped, his paws fisting the sheets as he tried to squirm away. "Goddamn, you're gonna make me lose my fucking mind!"

But Dominic wasn't about to let up. He licked, sucked, and even nibbled lightly, treating Briar's hole with the same attention he'd once lavished on Claire's clit, his tongue working relentlessly to drive the wolf wild. The heat, the sounds, the way Briar's body writhed under his touch--it was exhilarating. Briar's hips bucked sharply, his legs trembling as his knot swelled to its full size, red and veined, ready to burst. "Dom, I need cock," he growled, his voice rough and desperate. "Fuck, I need you inside me now. I'm not cumming without you balls deep in my ass."

Dominic froze, his heart pounding as Briar's words rang in his ears. He pulled back slightly, his lips slick with spit, his eyes wide as he looked up at his best friend. "You're serious?" he asked, his voice breathless, his cock twitching against his own stomach.

Briar met his gaze, his golden eyes blazing with need. "Dead serious, fox," he growled, his legs spreading wider in invitation. "I need you to fuck me. Now."

Dominic straightened up, wiping the spit and musk off his lips with the back of his paw, his chest heaving as he looked down at Briar's flushed body. The wolf was sprawled out on the bed, his muscular thighs spread wide, his hole twitching and glistening from Dominic's earlier attention. It was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen, and his cock pulsed in response, dripping pre onto the bed. "Who's the desperate, needy slut now?" Dominic muttered, his voice low and teasing, but even as he said it, he felt the flush in his own face. Was he really about to do this?

Briar shot him a smirk, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Dom. I've been waiting years to feel that fox cock in me." He reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a bottle of SlickPaw™ and tossing it to Dominic.

Dominic caught it, staring at the bottle for a second before looking back at Briar. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing with need. He twisted the cap off and poured the lube onto his paw, shivering slightly at the coolness before he wrapped it around his shaft. He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, spreading the slick lube all the way down to his knot. His breath hitched as his own touch sent shivers of pleasure up his spine, his cock twitching in his grip. Second brother today, he thought, a wild mix of guilt and arousal swirling in his chest. Who knew SlickPaw™ could bring so much fun into my life? The absurdity of it almost made him laugh--almost. Instead, the thought only seemed to fuel the fire burning inside him, his strokes becoming firmer as his eyes locked onto Briar's flushed, eager face.

"Fuck, Briar," Dominic muttered under his breath, watching as Briar's hole flexed and twitched. He dripped more lube onto his fingers, the slickness making his fur shine as he knelt between Briar's thighs.

Briar's voice was rough and teasing. "Gonna stare all day, or are you actually gonna give me what I need? Stop being a fucking tease, Dom."

Dominic grinned despite himself. "Gotta make sure you're ready for me, wolf-boy. Don't want you crying like a bitch when I split you open," he said, his confidence bolstered by Briar's desperation. The wolf let out a low, guttural growl, but it quickly turned into a sharp gasp as Dominic pressed two slippery fingers against his hole, circling the rim before pushing inside. Briar's heat gripped him immediately, tight and slick from the lube, and Dominic groaned as he worked his fingers in deeper.

Holy shit, he's tight, Dominic thought, his sheath twitching as he imagined what it was going to feel like to sink his cock into that snug, pulsing hole. His fingers stretched Briar open, scissoring slightly, and he couldn't help but marvel at the way Briar's body clung to him, greedily pulling him in.

"Fuck, yeah," Briar groaned, his head tilting back against the pillows as his paws gripped the sheets. "Right there. Godsdamn, Dom, your fingers feel good, but I need your fucking cock. Stretch me out already."

Dominic chuckled, adding a third finger and watching as Briar's hole swallowed him up. "Relax, big guy. You're the one who said you've been waiting years for this. What's a few more seconds?"

"Seconds? I'm gonna lose my fucking mind," Briar growled, his hips bucking slightly against Dominic's hand. "Fuck, Dom, stop playing with me and give me that knot already."

Dominic's cock twitched violently at Briar's words, a bead of pre dripping onto the bed. He withdrew his fingers slowly, watching as Briar's hole flexed and quivered, slick and stretched. "Gods, you're acting like such a needy fucking slut," Dominic muttered, pouring more lube onto his cock and stroking it quickly. The slick sound of his paw gliding over his shaft filled the room, mixing with the heavy breathing between them.

Briar's voice dropped to a low, almost feral growl. "Dom, if you don't put that dick inside me right now, I'm gonna knock your scrawny ass over and ride you until you're begging for mercy."

Dominic laughed, the sound breathless and shaky. "Is that a promise, or a threat?"

Briar shot him a wicked grin. "Both."

Before Dominic could respond, Briar sat up with surprising speed, shoving Dominic onto his back. The fox yelped in surprise as Briar straddled him, his strong thighs on either side of Dominic's hips.

"Alright, fox," Briar growled, reaching behind himself to grab Dominic's cock. The wolf's paw was rough and firm as he lined the slick, throbbing shaft up with his hole. "If you're not gonna fuck me, I'll just take what I want."

Dominic's heart raced as he felt the heat of Briar's entrance press against the head of his cock. The wolf didn't hesitate, slowly sinking down onto Dominic's shaft. The tight, wet heat enveloped him centimetre by centimetre, and Dominic moaned loudly, his paws gripping Briar's hips.

"Holy fucking shit," Dominic gasped, his claws digging into Briar's fur as the wolf took him deeper. "Briar... fuck..."

Briar let out a guttural groan as he slid down to the base, his body shuddering slightly as Dominic's knot pressed against his entrance. "Godsdamn," he panted, his voice rough and breathless. "You're bigger than I thought."

Dominic's head tilted back against the pillows, his chest heaving as he tried to process the overwhelming heat and tightness around his cock. "You... you okay?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Briar grinned down at him, his golden eyes blazing with lust. "Better than okay," he growled, grinding his hips slightly and sending a jolt of pleasure through Dominic's body. "Now shut the fuck up and let me ride you, fox-boy."

Dominic couldn't help but laugh, his paws gripping Briar's hips tighter as the wolf began to move. "Oh, fuck yes," Dominic groaned, his knot swelling slightly as Briar's pace quickened.

This is insane. I'm fucking my best friend. And it feels so godsdamn good.

Dominic lay flat on his back, his eyes fixed on Briar above him, his chest heaving as the wolf began to move. The initial rise and fall of Briar's hips sent shockwaves through his body, each slow, deliberate descent squeezing his cock in a way he'd never felt before. Dominic's claws dug into Briar's muscular thighs, his breathing ragged as his cock throbbed inside the wolf's impossibly tight heat.

Fuck. Fuck, this is... gods, it's tighter than Claire. Dominic's thoughts raced, struggling to keep up with the onslaught of sensations. She was warm and soft and amazing, but this... this is like a fucking vice. Velvety, hot, gripping me so perfectly... godsdamn.

Briar's athletic frame was on full display, his legs flexing with each movement as he rode Dominic with a slow, steady rhythm. His powerful thighs tensed as he lifted himself, only to relax as he sank back down, taking Dominic's cock to the hilt every time. The way his ass clenched around Dominic's shaft with each rise and fall was pure torture, and Dominic couldn't look away.

The wolf's breathing was laboured, his broad chest rising and falling, his abs contracting with every motion. His cock, now fully unsheathed, bounced with every thrust, the thick length slapping lightly against his stomach, his knot beginning to swell. Briar's balls swung heavily beneath him, hitting Dominic's pelvis with soft, rhythmic taps that only added to the fox's rapidly building pleasure.

"Fuck, Dom," Briar groaned, his voice low and strained, his golden eyes half-lidded with lust. "You feel so fucking good. So thick inside me... gods, you're splitting me open."

Dominic's tail flicked uncontrollably beneath him, the intensity of Briar's movements pushing him closer and closer to the edge. "Briar," he gasped, his voice trembling. "You're so fucking tight. I--fuck--I've never felt anything like this."

Briar grinned down at him, sweat matting the fur along his brow. "Tighter than Claire, huh?" he teased, rolling his hips in a slow circle that made Dominic's entire body shudder.

"Gods, yes," Dominic moaned, his claws dragging down Briar's thighs as his knot began to swell further. "It's--fuck, it's like you're milking me."

Briar threw his head back, a guttural moan ripping from his throat as he picked up the pace. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed in the room, wet and obscene, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure up Dominic's spine. The bed creaked beneath them, but neither of them cared.

Dominic's paws slid up to Briar's waist, his fingers gripping the wolf's muscular sides as he tried to keep up. "Fuck, Briar, your ass is incredible," he groaned, his voice hoarse. "I--fuck, I didn't know it could feel this good."

Briar smirked, his breathing ragged as he continued to ride Dominic, his pace quickening. "Told you I've been waiting for this, fox," he said, his voice low and full of desire. "Your cock... gods, it's perfect. Fits me like a fucking glove."

Dominic's mind was a whirlwind of sensations. The way Briar's ass clenched around him, the way the wolf's knot had fully emerged, bouncing with every motion--it was almost too much. His eyes traced the lines of Briar's body, the way his fur clung to his glistening muscles, the ripple of his thighs as he moved. Fuck, he's so godsdamn gorgeous. How did I get here?

"You like watching me ride you, don't you?" Briar growled, his voice dripping with lust. "You like watching my ass bounce on your dick, feeling me take all of you."

"Fuck, yes," Dominic panted, his hips bucking up instinctively. "You're amazing, Briar. Gods, you're so fucking good at this."

Briar chuckled breathlessly, his hands bracing against Dominic's chest as he adjusted his angle, taking Dominic even deeper. The fox's tapered cock hit his sweet spot, and Briar let out a strangled cry, his hips slamming down harder.

"Fuck, right there, Dom," Briar groaned, his voice trembling. "Gods, you're gonna ruin me."

Dominic's head tilted back against the pillows, his breathing uneven as he tried to focus. The heat, the tightness, the sounds--it was all overwhelming. "Briar," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the wet, slapping sounds filling the room. "I'm--fuck--I'm not gonna last."

Briar leaned down, his face inches from Dominic's, his voice a husky growl. "Don't hold back, fox," he whispered. "Let me feel you fill me up. I want your knot. I want all of you."

Dominic moaned loudly, his claws gripping Briar's waist as his knot swelled further, stretching Briar's entrance. Gods, this is insane. I'm fucking my best friend. And it feels so fucking good.

The wolf's rhythm faltered slightly as his own knot pulsed, his cock dripping pre onto Dominic's stomach. Briar's breaths came in short, ragged gasps, his golden eyes locked onto Dominic's.

"You're close," Briar rasped, his voice full of need. "I can feel it. Don't hold back on me, Dom."

The fox was trembling beneath him, his hips jerking up uncontrollably as the pressure built. "Briar, I'm--fuck, I'm so close--"

"Not yet," Briar growled, slamming his hips down harder, taking Dominic all the way to the base. "I want you to fucking lose it inside me, Dom. Knot me. Make me yours."

Dominic's mind was spinning, his body on fire as Briar rode him relentlessly, every motion sending him closer to the edge. The sensation of Briar's tight, velvety heat around his cock was almost too much to bear, but he held on, savouring every second. Fuck, this is everything I didn't know I needed.

Briar didn't hold back. His moans were loud, raw, and filthy, echoing off the walls of his room. His hips rose and fell with desperate energy, the wolf's tight, muscular ass clenching around Dominic's cock with every descent.

"Fuck, Dom!" Briar cried out, his golden eyes wild with lust. "Right there--fuck--gods, you're splitting me open! You're so fucking deep, I can feel you in my guts!"

Dominic's ears flicked at the crude words, his breath catching in his throat as he watched his best friend lose himself in pleasure. Briar was completely unrestrained, his body a blur of motion as he rode Dominic's cock like a feral beast. The wolf's legs flexed powerfully, his tail wagging erratically behind him as he chased his own ecstasy.

Dominic's eyes were glued to the way Briar's swollen knot bounced against his stomach, the thick base of his cock slapping lewdly with every rise and fall. The wolf's balls, heavy and full, swung between his thighs, brushing Dominic's fur with every motion.

"Gods, you're perfect," Briar groaned, throwing his head back, his claws gripping Dominic's chest for support. "Your cock--fuck, Dom, it's ruining me. I'm never gonna want anyone else after this."

The fox was in awe. He had never seen this side of Briar before--the composed, confident wolf he'd grown up with was gone, replaced by a voracious, cock-hungry slut who couldn't get enough. Dominic's cock throbbed inside him, the wolf's tight heat milking him with every thrust.

"You like this, don't you?" Dominic managed to say, his voice trembling with arousal. "You like being my little bitch, riding my dick like you can't get enough."

Briar let out a loud, needy whine, his body trembling as Dominic's words hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Fuck, yes! Gods, yes! I'm your bitch, Dom. Fuck, I'd take your dick every damn day if I could."

The wolf's filthy admission sent a jolt of arousal through Dominic, his claws digging into Briar's waist as his knot swelled further, straining against the wolf's slick, battered entrance. "Gods, Briar," Dominic groaned, his breath hitching. "You're so fucking tight. I'm--fuck--I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep squeezing me like that."

Briar didn't slow down. If anything, his movements became even more frantic, his cries growing louder. "Don't stop, Dom! Fuck me harder--stretch me open! Gods, I want your knot. I need it."

Something in Dominic snapped. The sheer filth pouring from Briar's lips, the raw desperation in his voice--it was too much. He gripped Briar's hips tightly and pushed him back, flipping him onto his back in one swift motion.

Briar landed with a surprised gasp, his legs spreading wide as Dominic climbed over him. The fox didn't hesitate, lining himself up and slamming back inside with a single thrust. Briar howled, his claws raking down Dominic's back as the fox began to fuck him with renewed vigour.

Dominic's pace was relentless, his hips pounding into Briar with a force that left the bed creaking beneath them. The wolf's legs wrapped tightly around Dominic's waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

"Fuck, yes! Dom, don't stop--don't fucking stop!" Briar cried, his voice breaking as his body rocked beneath Dominic's assault. "Gods, you're so fucking deep. You're hitting that spot--fuck, right there! Don't stop, don't stop!"

Dominic's mind was a haze of lust, his only focus on the way Briar's body responded to him. The wolf's tight heat squeezed him like a vice, the slick walls of his entrance stretching perfectly around Dominic's cock.

"You love this, don't you?" Dominic growled, his voice low and rough. "You love being fucked like this. Taking my cock--gods, Briar, you're fucking perfect."

Briar could only whimper in response, his body trembling as Dominic's words pushed him closer to the edge. His own cock throbbed between them, leaking pre onto his stomach as Dominic's knot swelled further, pressing insistently against his battered hole.

Dominic grinned down at him, his paws gripping Briar's thighs as he angled his hips, slamming into him with enough force to make the wolf cry out. "You're gonna take it," Dominic growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "You're gonna take all of me, Briar. You're mine."

Briar nodded frantically, his golden eyes glassy with pleasure. "Yes, Dom! Gods, yes! I'm yours--fuck, just knot me already! I need it--I need all of you!"

Dominic's hips stuttered for a moment, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak. His cock throbbed violently, the swollen base pushing harder against Briar's stretched entrance.

"Not yet," Dominic growled, his voice strained as he fought to hold back. "You're gonna feel every centimetre of me first."

Briar's head fell back against the pillows, his cries turning into incoherent whimpers as Dominic's pace grew even more brutal. The bedframe groaned beneath them, the room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies meeting over and over.

Dominic was lost in the rhythm, the feeling of Briar's tight heat and the wolf's breathless cries pushing him closer to the brink. He could feel his knot swelling further, straining against Briar's slick entrance.

Dominic's pace quickened, his hips slamming into Briar with such force that the headboard banged rhythmically against the wall. Allegro to presto, he thought with a brief, detached amusement, the musician in him comparing his frantic thrusts to a symphony reaching its climax. The heavy thuds reverberated through the room, leaving no doubt that anyone on the other side of the wall--especially Robbie--knew exactly what was happening. The thought sent a rush of exhilaration through Dominic, spurring him to fuck even harder.

"Gods, Briar," Dominic growled, his voice ragged as his claws dug into the wolf's muscular thighs. "You like this, don't you? You like me fucking you so hard everyone in the house knows what a cock-hungry slut you are."

Briar let out a loud, guttural moan, his head tossing back as his body arched into Dominic's thrusts. "Fuck, yes! Pound me harder, Dom! Let him fucking hear it--I don't care! I want him to know you're wrecking me."

Dominic's cock throbbed violently at the sheer filth pouring from Briar's lips. His knot, swollen and slick, was battering against Briar's stretched entrance with every thrust, the wet slurping sounds filling the room. Each time it popped in and out, Dominic swore he could feel the wolf's entire body trembling around him, gripping him like a vice and then letting go, over and over.

"Fuck, Briar, you're so tight," Dominic groaned, his voice rough and desperate. "I can't--fuck--I can't hold back much longer. You're gonna take it. All of it."

"Do it!" Briar cried, his voice breaking as his claws raked down Dominic's back, leaving streaks of fire in their wake. "I want it--I need it! Gods, knot me, Dom! Tie me and fucking breed me like the needy bitch I am."

The wolf's filthy encouragement drove Dominic wild, his rhythm becoming erratic as he pushed harder, faster, chasing that inevitable point of no return. His balls slapped wetly against Briar's ass, the impact sending jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine. Briar's cock, fully emerged now, bounced between them, his knot swollen and his tip leaking thick ropes of pre that smeared across his belly.

Dominic grinned down at him, his golden eyes blazing with lust. "You're gonna remember this," he growled, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. "You're gonna remember the night your best friend fucked you so hard, you couldn't walk straight."

"Fuck, yes!" Briar howled, his body trembling violently beneath Dominic. "Harder, Dom! Gods, tie me--lock me down and fill me!"

Dominic's knot swelled further, pushing insistently against Briar's slick, battered entrance. Each thrust became a struggle, the thick base of his cock stretching Briar wider and wider, until--

With one final, brutal push, Dominic's knot slipped inside, locking them together with a wet, obscene pop. Both of them cried out, their voices mingling as the sheer intensity of the sensation overwhelmed them.

Dominic's cock twitched violently, buried deep inside Briar's clenching heat. "Fuck, Briar," he groaned, his voice trembling. "You're so fucking tight. I can feel everything."

Briar's legs wrapped tightly around Dominic's waist, pulling him closer as his claws dug into Dominic's shoulders. "Gods, Dom," he panted, his voice thick with desperation. "Don't stop--don't fucking stop! I need more. I need you to fill me."

Dominic's body trembled with the effort of holding back, his knot throbbing painfully inside Briar's vice-like grip. Every instinct screamed at him to let go, to give in to the overwhelming pleasure and unload inside the wolf, but he wasn't ready--not yet.

"Not gonna cum yet," Dominic growled, his hips jerking slightly as he tested the limits of their tie. "You're gonna feel every centimetre of me first." Tied and locked deep inside Briar, Dominic didn't stop. His hips snapped forward in quick, frantic thrusts, the thick base of his knot tugging against Briar's entrance with every movement. The wolf beneath him was an absolute mess--panting, moaning, and begging incoherently as his cock bounced wildly between them, drooling thick pre onto his fur.

Dominic shifted slightly, adjusting his angle as he pushed deeper. The reaction was immediate. Briar's entire body arched off the bed, his claws digging into the sheets as he let out a strangled howl. "Fuck! Right there!" he cried, his voice breaking with desperation. "Gods, Dom, keep--keep fucking there!" Dominic's ears flicked at the wolf's response, his golden eyes narrowing with focus. That spot. He angled himself again, driving his cock directly into the bundle of nerves he'd accidentally discovered. The result was electric. Briar's muscles clenched around Dominic like a vice, his hole squeezing so tight that Dominic couldn't help but groan at the intensity.

"There?" Dominic growled, his voice thick and rough. "That's the spot, isn't it? Fuck, Briar, you're squeezing me so tight. Feels so fucking good."

"Y-yes!" Briar howled, his back bowing as his head thrashed against the pillows. "Right there! Gods, don't stop--fuck me harder! Ruin me!"

Dominic grinned, his confidence swelling as he pounded into the wolf with precision, aiming every thrust at that sensitive spot. Briar's legs twitched and kicked against the bed, his cock bouncing between them as Dominic drove him closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Briar cried, his voice growing more frantic. His claws raked down Dominic's back, leaving streaks of fire as his body trembled violently. "I'm gonna--Dom, I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Dominic didn't let up, his thrusts relentless and precise. He could feel the way Briar's body tightened around him, the wolf's moans growing louder and more desperate as his orgasm built. "Come on, Briar," Dominic growled, his voice a low, feral rasp. "Let go. Cum for me. Show me how good it feels." With one final, shuddering cry, Briar's body locked up, his hole clamping down on Dominic's cock with a crushing intensity. His cock twitched violently, his knot fully swollen as the first thick rope of cum shot out, splattering across his chest. Another followed, and another, each pulse accompanied by a guttural moan as Briar's entire body shook with the force of his release.

The wolf's cum arced through the air, splattering onto his fur, the sheets, and even Dominic's chest. It wasn't the overwhelming flood that Robbie had unleashed earlier, but it was still an impressive display--a fountain of thick, creamy seed that painted the wolf's heaving chest and stomach. Briar's moans became softer, more breathless, his body twitching with aftershocks as the last few spurts dribbled from his cock. Dominic watched in awe, his own arousal teetering on the edge as he felt every ripple and clench of Briar's body around him. The sight of his best friend completely undone beneath him, covered in his own cum and panting like he'd run a marathon, was almost enough to push him over the edge. Almost.

Briar's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his golden eyes hazy and unfocused. "Fuck, Dom," he panted, his voice hoarse and raw. "That was... fuck." Dominic's knot throbbed, swollen and locked deep inside Briar's quivering hole. He could feel every pulse, every clench of the wolf's body around him, dragging him deeper into a heat he'd never known. His breaths came in ragged gasps, his paws gripping Briar's muscular thighs as he thrust with deliberate force, grinding against Briar's prostate with each motion.

"You're gonna feel it, Briar," Dominic growled, his voice rough and feral as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the wolf's ear. "Every drop. Every single fucking drop of what I'm giving you."

Briar moaned loudly, his claws digging into Dominic's back as his legs wrapped tighter around the fox's waist. His body trembled beneath Dominic's weight, his tailhole spasming around the thick girth lodged inside him. "Fuck, Dom, you're--" Briar's words faltered into a strangled cry as another thrust sent shocks of pleasure through his body. "You're gonna fucking ruin me."

Dominic grinned, a raw, primal satisfaction burning in his chest. He angled his hips, driving himself harder into Briar's prostate, watching the wolf writhe and arch beneath him. "That's the idea," Dominic muttered, his voice dark with lust. "You're the first, Briar. The first one to take me raw, to feel my knot lock us together like this. No condoms. No barriers. Just me, fully inside you."

Briar's eyes widened, his lips trembling as he gazed up at Dominic. "No one else?" he managed, his voice breathless and thick with emotion. "Not even Claire?"

"Not even Claire," Dominic admitted, his voice softer now, but no less intense. "She wanted to, but I was too afraid of her getting pregnant. I couldn't. I couldn't give her that. But you? Fuck, Briar. You're different. You're the first hole I'm gonna fill. The first one I'll ever fully breed. I can give you all of my pups."

Briar whimpered, his body tightening around Dominic's cock as his paws clawed at the sheets beneath him. "Gods, Dom," he panted, his voice cracking with desperate need. "Breed me. Fill me with those fox pups. Make me the first."

Dominic's body shuddered, his movements slowing as he ground his hips against Briar's, his knot grinding into the wolf's battered entrance. The thought of everything he was about to give Briar--everything he'd held back from Claire, from anyone--set his blood on fire. This wasn't just fucking. This was a claim, a bond, something raw and primal that couldn't be undone. "You're mine, Briar," Dominic growled, his voice low and possessive as he thrust deeper, pushing against the limits of what Briar could take. "Mine to fill, mine to breed. You're gonna take it all. Every fucking drop."

Dominic's hips jerked erratically as the tension in his core coiled tighter, a firestorm building with each relentless thrust into Briar's stretched, swollen hole. The wolf's body clamped down on his knot, squeezing like a vice, the heat and slickness driving him wild. His breath hitched, his chest heaving as he finally surrendered to the overwhelming need coursing through him. "Fuck," the fox groaned, his claws digging into Briar's thighs as he pressed their bodies flush together, his knot seated impossibly deep. "Briar... I'm gonna fucking breed you."

Briar let out a throaty, needy howl, his body quivering as he bucked his hips against Dominic. "Do it," he begged, his voice breaking with desperation. "Fill me up, Dom. Give me everything. I need it--fuck, I need you to breed me."

The vulpine's teeth clenched as his balls tightened, his body surging forward as he finally let go. His cock pulsed violently, the first hot, thick rope of cum shooting deep into Briar's trembling body. Dominic cried out, his hips grinding against the wolf's ass as wave after wave of his seed spilled into the wolf's stretched walls. "Take it," he growled, his voice hoarse and feral as his knot throbbed, locking him in place. "Take every fucking drop. You're the first to feel it--all of it."

Briar's eyes rolled back, his claws raking down Dominic's back as the fox's cum flooded him. "Fuck, Dom," he whimpered, his voice shaking as his body trembled with overstimulation. "It's so much, so hot--oh gods, it's so fucking good."

The fox's thrusts slowed, his body shuddering as he rode out the intense, endless pulses of his orgasm. His cum pooled inside Briar, hot and thick, filling the wolf until it started to seep out around his knot. The sight of it, the smell of their combined arousal in the air, sent a primal thrill coursing through him. "You're mine, Briar," Dominic growled, leaning down to nip at the wolf's neck as he continued to pump him full. "The first to take my load, the first to get bred. I'm not stopping until you're dripping with my pups."

Briar whimpered beneath him, his legs trembling as he clung to Dominic, his own cock twitching uselessly against his stomach. "Fuck, Dom," he gasped, his voice breaking as he felt the endless flood of heat inside him. "I can feel it--feel you filling me. Gods, it's so fucking good."

Dominic grinned, his tongue lapping at the bite mark he'd left on Briar's neck. "You'll feel me for days," he muttered, his hips giving a slow, deliberate grind. "Every time you move, every time you sit--you'll remember I was here. That I filled you with my seed." Dominic groaned, his hips twitching against Briar's as another thick pulse of cum surged through his cock. His balls felt impossibly tight, churning out load after load of hot seed that filled the wolf's stretched hole to its limit. His breathing was ragged, his body shivering from the intensity of his release, but his knot kept him locked in place, ensuring every last drop stayed deep inside Briar where it belonged.

"Fuck, Dom," Briar whimpered, his legs trembling as he clung to the fox. His body was a mess of overstimulated nerves, every twitch of Dominic's cock inside him sending sparks of pleasure ricocheting through him. "I can feel it--Gods, I'm so full. It's so fucking much."

Dominic leaned down, his lips brushing against Briar's ear as he grinned wickedly. "That's my pups you're feeling, stretching out your womb," he growled, his voice low and dripping with dominance. "I'm knocking you up, Briar. You're gonna be so fucking swole with me and my pups, babe."

Briar's eyes widened at the word, his head tilting slightly to look up at Dominic. "Babe?"

Dominic froze for half a second, his cheeks heating under his fur, but he grinned through it, leaning closer until their noses almost touched. "Uh, yeah. Babe. Why not? I mean, I'm knotted inside you and stuffing you full of my load. Feels right."

A sly smirk spread across Briar's lips, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement even as he panted heavily. "You're adorable," he muttered, pulling Dominic down by the back of his neck and smashing their lips together.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, filled with the raw intensity of the moment. Dominic melted into it, his body relaxing into Briar's as his cock continued to pulse deep inside the wolf, each spurt of cum making him shiver. Briar's lips were soft and pliant, his teeth grazing against Dominic's as the kiss deepened.

The fox groaned into the kiss, his paws sliding down to grip Briar's hips, holding him close as his orgasm stretched on. "Fuck, you're so tight," he muttered between kisses, his cock twitching with another powerful pulse. "I'm not done yet--fuck, it just keeps coming."

Briar chuckled breathlessly, his voice thick with pleasure. "I'm not complaining, foxy. Fill me up. Make sure there's no room for anything else." His claws lightly scratched at Dominic's back, urging him closer. "You' feel so fucking amazing."

Dominic's knot throbbed one last time before it began to slowly deflate, the tight grip of Briar's entrance easing just slightly. The fox buried his face in the crook of Briar's neck, panting as he whispered, "This isn't over."

Briar blinked, his ears twitching as he turned his head to look at Dominic. "Oh?"

Dominic smirked against Briar's fur, his voice low and teasing. "I'm not leaving until you return the favour. You're gonna fuck me silly, wolf."

As Dominic's knot finally began to soften completely, he felt the tension ease between them. A wet, lewd pop echoed in the room as it slipped free from Briar's stretched entrance, immediately followed by a gush of hot fox cum spilling out of the wolf's abused hole. Briar moaned, his body twitching at the sudden release, his claws gripping the sheets as the sticky warmth spread between his thighs and onto the bed.

Dominic pulled back slightly, his softening cock slipping free with a slick sound, still glistening with the remnants of their shared heat. He sat back on his knees, staring down at Briar's utterly wrecked hole. The wolf's tailhole was swollen and red, still twitching as more of Dominic's cum dribbled out, pooling onto the sheets. The sight was raw, primal, and utterly captivating. Briar let out a long, satisfied sigh, his chest heaving as he looked back at Dominic with a lazy smirk. "Damn, foxy. You weren't kidding about giving me everything you had."

But Dominic wasn't paying attention to Briar's words. His eyes were glued to the wolf's gaping, messy entrance, and an uneasy thought crept into his mind. Is that what I'm going to look like? The idea made his stomach flip--equal parts nervous anticipation and lingering curiosity.

Briar must have noticed the expression on Dominic's face because he chuckled weakly, his voice still breathy from the intensity of their session. "Relax, Dom. You'll be fine. But if you're worried..." He winked, his smirk widening. "I promise to be gentle. At first."

Dominic swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing as he flopped down onto the bed beside Briar, his mind racing with possibilities. As he stared at the ceiling, his heart still pounding in his chest, one thing was clear--he'd crossed another line today. And it wasn't just about his body anymore. It was about everything.

Dominic turned his head to look at Briar, his chest still rising and falling with exertion, his lips curling into a daring smirk despite the nervous flutter in his stomach. His voice came out low, steady, and full of resolve.

"Well, wolf, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already. Ruin this virgin ass."