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Fox was getting damn tired of ordering his boyfriend around at gunpoint.
Well, Wolf was his archenemy. Or—or he had been, anyway.
Or maybe they had been more of rivals? Well, archrivals. Whatever they were, their stories were so long and entangled that they had to be the arch of it.
Arch-lovers? Arch-boyfriends?
Fox wasn't sure they were boyfriends, and they were only lovers if love was to be understood as...
Okay, so Fox was getting damn tired of ordering the guy who was fucking him around at gunpoint.
Maybe that was more accurate.
But Wolf didn't seem to tire of it at all. He always had this damn grin on his face, this vile little smirk, this conniving curling-up of lips that had once aroused rage within Fox and now aroused... well, still rage. Definitely still rage.
But other things too.
And Wolf, Fox suspected, liked it. He'd liked it before, after all, liked it in the archrival way. He just liked it in the guy-who's-fucking-you way now, Fox supposed. And Fox knew he definitely did like it because he had that stupid, adorable, dangerous grin on his stupid, adorable face yet again, and Fox wasn't sure he could stay mad.
He lowered his blaster, sighing.
"Why do you have to be cute like that?" he muttered.
Wolf threw his head back and laughed, his teeth glinting in the bright fluorescent light cast across the Great Fox's bridge, and Fox hated how well he'd come to know the feeling of those teeth pressing into his flesh, how badly he wanted it, even at a moment like this.
"Cute?" Wolf repeated, feigning shock. "You think I'm cute?!"
"When you do your stupid grin, yeah," Fox explained.
"Well, fuck me," Wolf whistled. "If you think I"m cute, I must not be beating you up hard enough."
Wolf's paw moved near the bottom of Fox's vision, and he felt it cupping his ass. The blaster fell lower as he trembled, his skin crawling with need.
Wolf had become an expert when it came to reducing him to a begging mess.
At first, Fox had thought he might become bored of Wolf, but each time they fucked, it just made the memory of how good it was clearer and clearer in his mind until the etching was so deep that the thought of Wolf inside him seemed to be a permanent feature of his subconscious—a background process, always running, ready to be called to the forefront with a single wink or nudge or, well, cup of the ass.
"This—this is s-serious, Wolf," Fox stammered, shutting his eyes and grimacing when he heard how much his voice quavered, hoping the lupine wouldn't notice.
He did though, throwing his head back and laughing again.
He always noticed these things. And in a strange way, it was kind of... was flattering the word?
"God, you whimper like a pretty little bitch for me, don't you?" Wolf murmured.
Okay, so flattering wasn't exactly the word.
But really fucking hot. That was more accurate.
"You're beating me up plenty," Fox purred, just as shocked now as he had been the first time he'd heard this voice come out of his mouth, just as unsure how Wolf had drawn out a part of him he'd had no idea was there. "You treat me so good."
That part may have been asleep before, but Wolf had stirred it awake, and it was hungry now—ravenous, starving, needing. It'd gone without feeding for long enough.
"That's right," Wolf hummed, his other paw coming to rest on Fox's cheek, his thumb rubbing circles, the soft-yet-scruffy fur sending sparks down the vulpine's spine. "I spoil you, don't I?"
"Yes," Fox hurried to say, feeling desperate to say it, like he needed it out there in the open right then, needed to tell Wolf just how appreciative he was. "You're so good to me."
"I'm disappointed," Wolf shot back, smirking. "I was trying to be bad."
Fox flushed and batted his paw away. "Well, you're too damn good at giving me exactly what I want, then."
"Aww," Wolf whined, making puppy-dog eyes. "Well, I thought maybe we'd have a little fun. Forget all this business bullshit and just... I dunno, maybe I'd... bend you over the control panel and fuck you till you can't walk, and then I'd have an excuse to carry you, and I'd just carry you right back to my room and wreck you all over again."
Wolf paused, his grin widening as Fox licked his lips, his amber tail twitching. "I think somebody likes that idea," he continued, crossing his arms.
"Maybe I do," Fox conceded, shaking his head, drawing in a deep breath and sighing it out, recentering himself. "But it's more important we're clear on this."
Wolf rolled his eyes. "Yes, you were quite clear on it. We're not clear on anything."
"It's not me that's being clear," Fox retorted. "It's Pepper. And he's just telling us what was decided by—"
"Yeah, a jury or something," Wolf interrupted. "I get it."
"Well—not exactly," Fox clarified. "It was a judge, and she ruled that—"
"Fox?" Wolf asked.
"Yeah?"
"I don't care," the lupine muttered, holding up his paws.
Something burst aflame deep inside of Fox's heart and propelled him forward, his paw snapping out to grab Wolf's chin. "Well, I do care!" he shouted. "Because when you stopped to hold off those Aparoids, I thought for sure... I thought..."
He stopped when he noticed the twinkle in Wolf's violet eyes, the way Wolf's breathing had slowed as his own had grown rapid. He stepped back, letting go of Wolf and clearing his throat.
"I'm not gonna stick my neck out for you and vouch for you and tell everyone you're a good person deep down if you're gonna make a fool of me," he muttered, turning away.
"Oh, so that's what this is about," Wolf drawled. "Your reputation. Again. For a second there, I thought you were about to say you had a little crush on me," he teased, his paws coming to rest on Fox's shoulders, heavy and warm. "But obviously, it'd be embarrassing to admit you care about me even a little bit after all of this. All these years..." His tone was soft and piercing all at once as he stepped away from Fox in the opposite direction.
The vulpine turned back. "I—Wolf, don't be ridiculous, of course, I care... or I wouldn't be... I wouldn't be so annoying about this."
"It is annoying!" Wolf growled, his paws balling into fists.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry," Fox stammered, holding up his own paws.
"No, it's not—" Wolf protested to nothing in particular, searching the air in front of him for the words before giving up and waving his paw. "It's not you. I'm just... a little cooped up, is all."
Fox took a tentative step toward him. "I would be too," he conceded. "But they were very clear that if you leave the ship without advance permission even once during your probation, they'll go right back to your original sentence, no matter what I say."
"That's why I was trying to take the damn thing off!" Wolf exclaimed, lifting his leg and gesturing at the metal band hugging his ankle, its green light pulsing every few seconds. "And I know Slippy's got all kinds of tech in here, and if you'd just let me—"
"Wolf, I'm sure that thing's got, like, a million fail-safes," Fox interrupted. "There's no way they wouldn't know when you took it off."
"Well, then I'd just be trading one prison for another," the ex-pirate countered.
"It's only another month or two," Fox pleaded.
"A month or two?!" Wolf repeated, his jaw dropping. "Oh, fuck this."
He turned around and began rifling through one of Slippy's drawers again, tossing all manner of mysterious gadgets Fox didn't recognize behind him, seeming not to care at all about the dull, expensive-sounding thuds that reverberated as they plummeted to the floor under the weight of the mothership's artificial gravity.
Fox leapt forward, a paw landing on the taller man's shoulder, gentle but firm. "Wolf, come on, you're making a mess."
"You think I care?!" the lupine snarled in response, throwing what Fox recognized as one of Slippy's most frequently used tools over his shoulder.
Fox snatched it out of midair. "Slippy cares about some of this stuff," he muttered, laying it back in the drawer.
"Aha!" Wolf exclaimed, holding up a multitool with more than a few sharp edges tucked away, glinting with the threat of alarms, military police, and prison bars for Fox's...
He didn't know what they were to each other. He wasn't exactly sure yet.
But he knew Wolf was the only man in the system who could possibly understand what it was like to walk around with every battle they'd fought bound up in the head, bound up in the head and weighing down the heart, and—and Wolf knew what it was to sink into that, to sink into it and wonder if you'd ever come out, even if he dealt with it in very different ways, and Fox wasn't about to lose the one other person he felt understood.
Well, he supposed the rest of his team understood too. But they generally weren't twice his size, and they generally didn't slam him against the wall and plow him open and knot him whenever he so much as bit his lip and fixed his eyes on one's crotch. (Wolf's most annoying habit was sweatpants, and he'd made expressly clear that he only did it so often because he liked to make Fox's hole twitch. Bastard.)
So Wolf provided support of a more... physical variety to go along with the emotional kind, and Fox didn't want to lose that.
And—all joking aside—he did really, really care about Wolf. And he wasn't even sure when or how it'd happened, but he figured in some way he'd always felt it, he just hadn't really known, hadn't really been able to figure it all out. But now that he had, he wasn't going to lose him. Not now. Not again.
(And besides, Wolf was, like, really big, and Fox didn't think anybody else would ever be enough after getting his back broken by Wolf this many times.)
"I really wish you wouldn't do this," he managed to get out, clearing his throat.
Wolf was already fiddling with the damn thing, pulling out each instrument to examine it, scoping out the best tool for the job. He didn't respond.
"Wolf," Fox sighed, crossing his arms.
The lupine raised his eyebrows at one particular tool and nodded to himself, bringing his leg up to rest on the table, knocking over a dozen other expensive devices he'd pulled out.
Fox pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head and letting it fall. He knew one of Wolf's biggest fears was cages, and he was trying his best not to put him in one.
Wolf leveled the tool with the ankle monitor—and then he froze.
He turned to look at Fox, something almost sheepish having entered his expression, his pupils shifting away when Fox raised his head and returned Wolf's gaze.
"Well," he muttered. "Are you just going to let me do it?"
Fox's brow furrowed. "What?" Shaking his head again, he rolled his eyes. "Look, I think it's a terrible mistake. And I wish you wouldn't. Happy?"
Wolf crossed his arms. "Well, you don't seem to care that much."
"Wolf!" Fox exclaimed, holding up his paws and shutting his eyes, exasperated. "I'm not gonna—I'm not gonna hold you prisoner! I'm not gonna... force you to stay. I... want to respect you and your autonomy and your freedom to... to be an absolute dumbass. And if this is what you want..." Fox shrugged, throwing up his paws. "I'm not gonna have you think of me as someone who held you down."
Wolf's gaze fell to the floor as he breathed in and out with great difficulty, nodding. "Okay. Okay." He cleared his throat and shrugged, biting his lip. "Alright... so..." he began, stopping to take another deep breath.
And then he began whittling away with the blade.
He went excruciatingly slowly, stopping every few seconds to look up at Fox, to see if the vulpine would take whatever strange bait he was trying to cast out, but Fox did his best to remain stoic. A minute passed, and it became clear that Wolf was making progress, that the metal band was being worn down. Wolf seemed encouraged by this and sped up, a more subdued iteration of that same devilish grin lighting up on his face.
Fox hated when Wolf did anything physical with that stupid vest on. It showed too much.
The metal wore thinner. Wolf got faster.
And he kept looking at Fox, wearing that stupid grin most of the time and another expression for the remainder, a sadder one, a confused one, one that made Fox wonder if this was anything more than a test.
The metal wore thinner, and Wolf got faster, and the metal wore thinner still.
Wolf was probably a little over halfway through the thing.
Magma churned in Fox's heart at the thought of visiting him in prison.
Or not being able to visit him at all.
The metal wore thinner.
Fox bit his lip and stopped breathing.
The metal wore thinner, and—
Fox leapt at Wolf, batting the tool out of his paw. Wolf snarled and scrambled for it, grabbing it again and guiding it back toward the band with newfound urgency. Fox wrapped his paw around it, tugging against Wolf, and Wolf tugged back, growling as he elbowed Fox. The vulpine yelped out, his grip loosening. Trying to regain his bearings, he put his foot between Wolf's legs and delivered a sharp kick sideways, knocking into Wolf's shin. The lupine groaned and stumbled, dropping the multitool to steady himself on the storage compartment. Fox grabbed it and tossed it across the room.
Wolf watched it sail away and then plummet to the floor. He turned slowly to face Fox again, narrowing his eyes and growling, showing his fangs. Fox narrowed his eyes back, a plan forming in his head.
He made a show of looking past Wolf at the drawer behind him and raising his eyebrows, his paw leaping forward as if hurrying to grab something. Wolf raised an eyebrow too and then spun on his heel, moving to slap Fox's paw away. But Fox withdrew before Wolf made contact, taking the opportunity as Wolf was distracted to grab both of his paws and drag them behind his back.
Wolf caught on quick, pushing back immediately, but Fox was quicker, having anticipated this. He'd already used his feet on Wolf, so he wasn't about to let Wolf do the same—he preemptively gave Wolf's shins another kick and spread his stance to position his feet against the lupine's, pushing his body down, slamming him onto the top of the drawer unit. As they fell, he noticed a device of Slippy's he did recognize, poking out of the drawer, and—
But Wolf weighed more than Fox, all of it muscle, and bucked him off immediately. The smaller man went stumbling backward as Wolf turned, looming over him.
Fox staggered on his feet, launching himself into Wolf, but he seemed not to make any impact at all. Wolf was ready for this sloppy attempt and held against him, sturdy. He grabbed Fox and pushed him again, but this time the vulpine was more acclimated to the force of it, holding up his paws and pressing them into Wolf's stomach, holding himself steady as Wolf grunted above him.
Wolf moved to reposition his paws and Fox met them with his own, pressing back against him. Wolf pressed, and Fox pressed, and Wolf was so much stronger, and Fox was losing, and sweat was pouring out of him, and this was only a temporary delay, and—and he needed to think fast, he needed to...
Fox launched his head downward into Wolf's stomach. There were some advantages of being a good deal shorter.
Wolf snarled and stumbled backward, letting his paws fly out behind him to catch himself on the metal top of the drawers. Fox lunged forward and reached around him, snatching up the two connected metal rings he'd spotted and clamping one around Wolf's wrist. Wolf's eyes widened and he pushed on Fox's chest with an open palm, knocking him away.
"Tch," Wolf sputtered, grabbing the cuff with his free paw. "One doesn't do you any good, Star Fox."
But he couldn't remove it.
He squinted, noticing the way the second cuff hung directly from the first one. "Wait..." His eyes widened.
Fox pounced on him in his moment of confusion, knocking him back against the drawers, grabbing the second cuff and pulling, watching as a line of the same energy fired from a blaster appeared between the two hoops of metal, lengthening to accommodate as he brought it toward Wolf's other paw and cuffed his second wrist.
The energy link shrank immediately, drawing Wolf's paws together.
Fox took a ragged breath, so sweaty he'd gotten cold in the bridge's minimally-heated air, and chanced a look up at Wolf's face.
Wolf was just staring down at the cuffs.
"Uh... um," Fox panted, struggling to get a word out. "Electro..."
"-Magnetic cuffs," Wolf filled in.
"Yeah..."
"Huh..."
And then the lupine began guffawing. "Fuck's sake, of course, you've got these new things, for fuck's sake. I didn't even think they were on the market yet!"
"They... aren't," Fox muttered, scratching the back of his neck. "Corneria made me part of the, uh, early rollout."
Wolf snorted. "Why am I not surprised? Giving you all the tools to help strengthen their iron fist."
"I'm trying to get them to cut back on all that stuff, you know," Fox reminded him.
"I know, I know," Wolf replied, running his paw through the fur atop his head, crowned with beads of moisture it had wicked away. "I'm sure you're trying really hard," he drawled.
"Hey, don't be shitty," Fox shot back, crossing his arms.
Wolf squeezed his eyes shut. "I didn't—I wasn't...!" He sighed and shook his head. "Sorry. I actually meant it. I'm sure you are. I know you care about that even more than I do. I think sometimes I try to be genuine, and then after years of training myself to be a professional asshole all the fucking time, it just comes out snarky even when I didn't mean for it to. It's an instinct at this point."
"And Krystal keeps saying that's indicative of an unhealthy belief that you need to push others away and appear threatening in order to protect yourself," Fox muttered, rolling his eyes. "But fine, keep putting off finally getting a therapist."
"I will!" Wolf snarled, trying to raise his paws before realizing they were still stuck together and scowling. "It's... hard to talk about things like that, okay? I'll get to it! Gee, why the fuck are you so pushy about it all the time?"
"Because I do care about you," Fox explained, reaching out to place a hand on Wolf's chest, the lupine backing away and narrowing his eyes. "Okay, fine, if you don't believe someone else could possibly care about you, then I'll just say it's because it's getting super annoying when you're still being a professional asshole all the fucking time."
"Why does it matter to you how I act to other people?!" Wolf asked. "I don't do it to you anymore. That's all that should matter to you."
Fox's brow furrowed, his bottom lip slipping under his fangs.
He didn't want to say it.
"I... Don't you?" was all he managed to get out.
Wolf swallowed, shrinking down, his ears flicking back as he cast his gaze downward. "I don't mean to. I've been trying not to. I don't like hurting you."
Fox hung his head, pursing his lips and exhaling. "It is like peeling an onion with you," he muttered.
"Sorry," Wolf mumbled.
Fox rose to face him and offered the strongest smile he could muster—which was pretty weak, but he tried. "It's okay. Most fun I've ever had peeling an onion."
"Well, that's not a high bar," Wolf replied, grinning. "I smell way better than most onions."
"Usually," Fox muttered.
"Shut up," Wolf retorted. "You're so addicted to me, you don't even care about the time, the place, how I look, how I smell, what else you should be doing—you're a fucking coke fiend."
Fox couldn't really argue with that. "Maybe," he managed.
"And besides, you hate cooking," Wolf added.
"I do hate cooking," Fox conceded, shaking his head. "Taking a big cock, on the other hand..."
"I'm offended you're only saying 'big,'" Wolf complained. "I think it's the size of your face, little guy."
Oh, no. Wolf was pressing his size difference button again.
And Fox's pants were getting... really tight.
And why the fuck did he tell Wolf about his kinks, anyway?!
Oh, right. The bastard got him fucking drunk first.
"Hey, I'm relatively big for my size," Fox stammered, ears going red.
He'd never been that concerned about that sort of thing—never thought much about it at all, in fact. But for some reason, with Wolf teasing him like this, after having fucked him silly probably eight times in the last week alone, he suddenly found himself defensive and desperate to prove something.
"You are," Wolf hummed, eyes drifting down, and Fox didn't have to follow his gaze to confirm his fears—he could feel how much he was already showing, could feel himself working all the way out of his sheath to press insistently against the fabric, his body just as desperate to prove itself as he was.
Stupid tight-ass stupid flight suit. Fuck.
"It's hot when I get down to the hilt and make that big piece of meat bounce against your little tummy, your cute little abs," Wolf continued. "But big for your body is still small next to me, pup."
Fox shuddered, blinking.
Well, that did it. In one word, there went any hope of pretending none of this had happened and going on with his day. He would need to cum now.
God damn it.
There were two points of no return. There was the second one, the one everyone knew about, the one just after you'd jumped off the final edge (or slipped and fallen over it if you were unfortunate enough to make a mistake). But there was another line, a degree of initial arousal, and before you reached it, you could still take a deep breath, tuck everything away, and go about your day. You could just deal with the jumpiness, the prickling need crawling all over your skin, the fur standing on edge with the static of primal instinct. You could just deal with the confusion, the frustration, the constant feeling that your lungs just weren't working well enough. You could just deal with your heat pressing against the fabric, the feeling of the walls being closed in on you, the feeling of being locked in a cage and quickly going mad. You could even deal with the little beads of warm, slick precum that might leak onto your thigh every once in a while for the new few hours, matting a few tufts of fur together, and just give your underwear a good wash at the end of it, and perhaps relieve yourself later if the need remained, bubbling away in the back of your brain.
But Wolf had sent Fox rocketing over that first cliff. He was in freefall now, and the only thing that could save him was a good dicking-down.
And he knew just the wolf to get it from.
"You—you really like pretending I'm your little toy, don't you?" Fox stammered, trying to sound strong and immediately failing.
Wolf grinned and chuckled. "Pretending? I know you well, pup. And I know that pretty soon, I'm gonna see a cute little wet spot on those pants of yours, aren't I? Right at the tip of that little bulge... You know, that thing looks pretty tortured. You should really let the poor little guy out. He can play with mine—maybe it'll cheer him up."
Fox grimaced. "You're so fucking weird."
"But I've got you in the palm of my paw, don't I?" Wolf asked, fangs glinting. "And pretty soon, I'll be in your palm and you'll be getting to work, pup."
Fox was going to scream bloody murder if he had to go a single second longer without a cock in him. It was that simple.
And to be honest, he was getting a little tired of Wolf teasing him like this.
Knot, he demanded in his head. Now.
"I dunno, Wolf..." he murmured, taking in the scene before him, Wolf's fur all mussed from their fight earlier—their fight which he'd won, despite being fucking half Wolf's size—his claws bound up in cuffs, his cock straining against his pants, there for the taking... "You're the one in handcuffs."
This time, it was Wolf's ears that went pink. He recovered in a second, tossing out a hearty laugh. "Oh, that's rich. Like you're going to take control."
And it was true that Fox had never wanted to before, but something about almost losing Wolf, something about him trying to run away and probably get himself arrested or killed or god knows what had made Fox want to just... tie him down and keep him forever.
Because he didn't know what the fuck he had with Wolf, but he knew it was good, and he knew it was good for Wolf too, and he wasn't going to lose that. And if Wolf was bored, then... what if Fox just made things more interesting for him?
And wasn't it a thrill to beat Wolf in a fight like that? To go up against so much raw muscle and pin that beast down on the countertop? Wasn't it a thrill to show the alpha male who was really in charge?
If Wolf wanted to get off on making him smaller, that was all well and good, and Fox would never deny that he fucking loved it. But if Wolf started to think he was too big and too strong, what was stopping him from thinking he'd survive out there with a Cornerian bounty on his head? What was keeping Fox from losing him?
And, more to the point, why the fuck was Wolf not inside him already?!
"I guess I've gotta prove to you that I'm not fucking around," he murmured, closing the gap between them and resting a paw on Wolf's thigh.
The lupine tensed up, swallowing. "Al—alright, Fox. Very funny."
"Looks like someone's got a bone he wants to bury, hmm?" Fox continued, moving to run his paw over the outline of Wolf's cock, licking his lips as the larger man bucked against him, exhaling a shaky breath.
"Okay, Fox, you—you've had your fun now," Wolf stammered, eyes glassy.
"You're the pent-up one," Fox hummed, his paw hovering on the button of Wolf's pants. "You're so worked up... Do you want me to take care of you, Wolfy?"
Where the fuck had that come from?!
Fox didn't know, but the thrill of making this buff stud his own personal dildo was making his knees buckle, and he wasn't going to stop.
"Fox, shut—shut the fuck up," Wolf squeaked, bucking his hips again as Fox let a finger sneak below the waistband.
"Now, now, don't you wanna bury your knot in my hole and let all this pressure go?" Fox whispered against his ear, delighting in the way Wolf shivered against him. "Because I only sit down on good boys' cocks, okay?"
"You're being ridiculous," Wolf whined.
"You don't want me to make you go to bed with your cock all worked up like this, do you?" Fox chuckled. "I bet your balls are so full. Don't you want me to sit down on you and squeeze that all out of you so you can sleep?"
Wolf didn't respond. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, his eyes rolling back up into his head.
"Well, you have to be a good boy then, Wolfy," Fox instructed. "Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy for your team captain?"
Wolf swallowed. "Yeah," he whispered, voice hoarse.
"Yeah, what?" Fox asked.
"Yeah, I'll—I'll be a good boy, Sir," Wolf stammered, biting his lip hard enough Fox thought he'd draw blood.
"If I knew I could get you to respect my authority on missions this easily, I'd have done this a lot earlier," Fox snorted.
"Shut up," Wolf repeated.
"What was that?" Fox shot back.
"Nothing," Wolf answered, shaking his head. "Nothing, Sir."
"Good," Fox murmured, unbuttoning the other's pants. "Good boy."
Wolf breathed a sigh of relief as Fox pulled them down, letting his scarlet, veiny cock spring free, bobbing in the air for a moment with the aftershocks of the sheer force it'd been straining with. Fox's hole twitched at the familiar sight.
"You go commando all for me, don't you?" he asked. "Just putting one less obstacle between me and my dildo."
Wolf could only manage a nod, avoiding Fox's eyes.
There was something thrilling about reframing one of Wolf's stupid, cocky masculinity things as just more subservience to him.
"Are you going to be a good little Wolfy?" Fox asked, lightly poking the tip of Wolf's cock, drinking up the sight of him spasming and bucking again.
"Yes," Wolf answered. "Yes, Sir, just please—"
"Good," Fox replied, wrapping his hand around Wolf's warm, meaty cock and giving it a tug immediately.
Wolf whined, throwing his head back, and Fox continued, keeping his pace slow and torturous.
"You know," he mentioned, "your feet aren't cuffed. You could've left at any time you wanted. You must really like this."
Wolf just shut his eyes and sighed.
"In fact," Fox continued, "you must have secretly wanted this for a while. You've been daydreaming about a bossy, bratty little bottom for weeks now, haven't you?"
Wolf squeezed his eyes shut, wrinkles appearing around them.
"I'm sorry," Fox sighed, removing his hand. "You must not be serious about being a good boy for me."
Wolf whined again, and it was quickly becoming Fox's favorite sound. "No-no-no," he sputtered. "I"m—I'm gonna be a good boy."
"Then tell me how long you've wanted this."
Wolf whimpered, his pupils drifting to the sides of his eyes. "I've been thinking about you draining me with that tight, tight hole for weeks now," he declared, his voice surprisingly level now.
"There," Fox praised, stroking him once again, licking up the sound of his little gasp of relief. "Doesn't it feel so much better to just let the tough-guy act go and be a good boy for me?"
"Y-yes, Sir," Wolf answered, nodding.
"It's soothing to be owned," Fox explained, his other paw gripping the bottom of Wolf's muzzle and guiding it up just ever so slightly, forcing Wolf to look into his eyes instead of at the floor. "Isn't it?"
"Yes, Sir," Wolf repeated.
"Good pup," Fox murmured. "Now that your cock belongs to me, I'm going to fuck myself on it. Do you understand?"
Wolf's tail burst to life behind him, wagging side to side, his ears going pink again as he watched from the corner of his eyes, grimacing in delicious embarrassment. "Please, Sir. Please put my cock in your tight, warm hole."
"Okay," Fox answered. "But only because I need a big cock to use and you've been a very good boy."
Wolf opened his mouth to respond, but Fox cut him off, pushing on the center of his chest and backing him against the nearest chair. Wolf half-sat and half-fell down into it, looking up at Fox with greedy eyes, his pants still bunched around his black combat boots, his tight amethyst-colored vest still giving him those usual badass Wolf vibes—and that's what made it so hot to show him who was really in charge.
Fox practically leapt out of his clothes, but he pulled his own vest back on over his bare torso, wanting Wolf to understand that this uniform did not mean colleague, it meant boss.
"Do you promise to be good for your new alpha?" Fox asked, paw hovering over the deactivation button on the handcuffs.
"Yes," Wolf sighed out. "Yes, Sir, please."
Fox nodded and released him, but he immediately guided his paws to the sides of the chair. "Then you will grip this chair. You will not touch Alpha."
Wolf's eyes narrowed, his fangs showing for a moment. Fox bared his own fangs and leaned toward Wolf, growling and wrapping a paw around his throat, raking his claws against the tender flesh below the matted fur.
Wolf went limp, whimpering, eyes going glassy.
Fox grinned. "See? All this time, you just wanted to be a good boy. That's all you wanted. You just needed someone to take charge."
His own cock was twitching now, a bead of precum gathered on its head as he positioned himself overtop Wolf, lifting his cock to position it against his hole. The advantage of having already been fucked by Wolf a few hours ago meant he didn't really need to stretch himself out first.
"St-stop teasing, Fox," Wolf demanded.
"Ah, ah, ah," Fox chided, letting go of Wolf's cock, letting it hit his torso with a smack. "That doesn't sound like a good little wolf pup to me."
"Fine," Wolf snarled. "I mean, uh—I, uh, I'll be good, Sir, just please—I can't... I can't take it anymore Alpha, please..."
Fox couldn't even play this game anymore. That was going to have to be good enough.
"Good little Wolfy," he murmured, and that was it.
He sank down fast, needing it now, feeling each familiar inch of Wolf slide past the tight ring of muscle and deeper inside him, stretching him open as it went, pulsing with relief as Wolf tossed his head back and groaned, shutting his eyes. His paws flew up from the seat and Fox's own grabbed them, holding them back down on the edges of the chair where they belonged, and Wolf didn't resist, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle again. Fox sunk further, his breath stopping at one point as he hit the spot where Wolf's cock curved upward a little, and as much as the geography of Wolf's anatomy had become familiar to Fox, this part still always gave him pause. But he was the man in charge now. He wasn't about to show any sign of fear. He pressed on, contorting at first to accommodate Wolf's curve and then finally just giving in and pressing himself down, letting Wolf's insistent, throbbing cock stretch him open as it pleased, curve and all, not giving a single fuck about anything beyond getting knotted as soon as physically possible, and he was willing to do whatever it took to make that—
Oh.
Oh, there that curve went, pressing directly against Fox's prostate, and the vulpine had to freeze, had to suppress a gasp, had to shut his eyes and rest for a moment before continuing. He rolled his hips in place a few times, stars exploding over his field of vision with each hit to that little spot, pleasure seeming to shoot directly through to the tip of his cock, sending a twitch jolting through it every time.
Fox sank down farther, eyes rolling back in his head, Wolf's paws pushing up against him and giving up again after a little resistance as a gentle reminder of his place. Wolf was buried to the hilt now, and all that remained was his obscenely large knot, red and smooth and shiny and hard and swollen to the bursting point. Fox removed a paw from Wolf's and placed it against the throbbing mass, skating a few fingers up and down. Wolf's head shot forward and then back again, a howl blowing past his lips as his entire body shook against Fox. He sounded almost in pain.
"Fox! Fox, Fox—" he struggled to say. "I—I can't take... It—so sensitive—"
"Be patient," Fox chided between gulps of air, hoping Wolf wouldn't notice how out of breath he was too. "You're gonna give me your cum, but not yet. You've been working up a big load for me, haven't you? And you're gonna put your pups in me, but not yet. I'm gonna make you beg for it."
Wolf growled, tensing. "Fox, you son of a—"
Fox grabbed his knot, squeezing with all the force he could muster as he bounced up and down on Wolf's cock, grunting as his hole expanded and shrank around Wolf again. Wolf nearly screamed and then hung his head, whimpering and whining. Fox grabbed his muzzle and lifted it, staring into the primal fear that had awoken in his eyes.
"You don't want that, do you?" he asked, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. "You know I could finish you right now. Make you cum without knotting. Ruin your orgasm. Is that what you want?"
Wolf shook his head, sweat slicking the fur on his forehead, lips trembling. He was ruined.
"Say what you want," Fox hissed, pressing a finger against Wolf's knot, squeezing with his hole as Wolf bucked upward.
"I want to knot you," Wolf babbled, all shame and all strength gone, his voice sounding entirely different, entirely pathetic. "Please, Sir. Please let me knot you. Please don't ruin it. Please. I'll be a good boy..."
Fox was already getting close, his hard cock rubbing up and down the length of Wolf's silky vest as he rode the lupine's crimson cock, soaking precum through the fabric, and the vulpine found all rational, civilized thought overpowered by the disgusting, animalistic fantasy that it would stain and it would smell like him and everyone in the world would know who Wolf belonged to. Fox could feel his insides becoming slicker and slicker by the second, his hole getting sloppier and sloppier as the ring of muscle got looser and the walls of his hole got wetter and wetter with the fountain of precum trickling out of Wolf's cock. Fox had played a trick on the thing, hacked into its genetic instincts, made it think it would knot about three times now, only for Wolf to stop the orgasm, to hold it back with his last ounce of will, just trying to keep his balls from bursting before he had properly mated.
Fox picked up his pace, rolling his hips, arching his back so the curve would hit just the—fuck, there it was, that was the spot, and he was seeing stars again, and soon that was all he was seeing, just blackness and stars and flashes of the world around him, his skin lighting on fire, a crack opening in a wall somewhere deep inside him, the whole thing getting ready to come crashing down.
"You're gonna give me your pups," Fox breathed out, his paws landing on Wolf's shoulders, grabbing that stupid fucking macho vest, balling his fists in the fabric and feeling Wolf's big shoulders, what a man he was, and how much of a whiny mess he'd turned that man into.
"Yes," Wolf managed, bringing his muzzle forward to inhale, taking a deep breath of Fox, and Fox knew he'd worn that cologne Wolf liked for a reason today.
"You're gonna fucking breed me," Fox snarled, pushing force into his feet, steadying himself on the ground, picking up the pace and just hoping to god he kept his balance. "I'm gonna wring every last drop of cum out of your balls, out of your cock, gonna squeeze you dry..."
"Ye-s, S-sir," Wolf stammered, grunting, shaking against Fox, bucking up into him, and Fox didn't even care.
"You're gonna tie with me," Fox went on, his cheeks slapping against Wolf's thighs, the knot slamming against his ass, impossibly huge, as it always seemed to be. "And we're gonna be stuck together, and you're not gonna go anywhere, 'cause you're gonna belong to me."
"Please," Wolf begged. "Please let me breed you, let me mate with you."
"Don't leave me," tumbled out of Fox's mouth, and he wasn't sure where it had come from, and for a moment, he panicked—he'd ruined the mood, and—
"I'm never leaving you, idiot," Wolf growled. "Now can I fill you up already?!"
The heat had risen inside Fox, was at its peak, was ready to combust—
"Be a good boy," Fox ordered him, slapping him across the cheek, wondering where that instinct had come from but not caring one bit as the earthquake inside him geared up. "Be a good boy and give me every last fucking drop—fucking breed me."
Wolf recoiled from the slap and howled, his paws flying up to grip Fox's ass, and Fox didn't give a fuck, and Wolf pulled him down, and Fox came down hard too, following, working with him, rubbing that knot that couldn't possibly physically fit inside him against his smooth hole and the fur surrounding it, just pushing and pushing until finally, all at once, the whole unbelievable mass of it popped inside Fox, blowing his hole wide open, sinking into him, pushing the head deeper until Fox could swear he saw his stomach bulging, could swear he felt that cock in his chest, and now that knot recognized exactly where it was, exactly what it was doing, jumping into action, ready to fill its primal role, ready to cast off all the bondage of civilization and be wild for a moment, swelling up inside Fox and stretching his hole more and more and more, and just like every single time they did this, Fox kept thinking it couldn't get any larger until it did, again and again and again until it reached its obscene full size, and Fox could barely keep his eyes open, his hole recognizing its own primal function and clenching and unclenching wildly around Wolf's giant, pulsing cock and knot, but he knew he had to because he had to see that look in Wolf's eyes as his knot took over thinking for the rest of him, as he lost all sense of himself and became a mindless beast, rutting up into Fox as Fox gripped that stupid vest and sank down again, and oh, fuck, it was happening, he could feel it—
He brought a paw to cup Wolf's balls, huge and round and swollen and furry, just as they pulled in close to Wolf, the skin going wrinkly in his paw, Wolf throwing his head back and howling, his tail wagging like a motor as his cock pulsed inside Fox's hole, hot, burning, sticky cum spurting deep inside Fox, filling him up, more than it ever had before, Fox's hole tensing and untensing as his own orgasm—
And there he was, soaring off the edge, in freefall again, and—and, fuck, he was in pain, it was so good it hurt, so fucking good, all his nerves lighting up with fireworks—no, exploding, blowing up and blowing out, and he was sure they'd never work again, sure this was so much so fast that he'd never be able to feel a single thing again, his cock twitching wildly against that silky vest as it caught on fire, as the inside seemed to fill with liquid hot magma, and his balls felt like they were melting, and the dam broke, and the fire broke free, and he was shooting ropes of cum across Wolf's stupid purple vest, his eyes shutting as he let out a crazed yip, each spurt of cum sending a wave of white-hot pleasure cascading across his entire body as the last of Wolf's cum filled him up, the canine panting deliciously in his ear, spent, weak, dumb.
And, for a moment, nothing but white.
Fox came down slowly.
Unaware, for a moment, that he was even coming down at all, that he had even been up to begin with. He began breathing again, and that was the only way he knew he'd ever stopped. His vision was there again, and his head was resting in the fluffy, warm crook of Wolf's neck, the smell of sweat and sex and cum filling his nostrils, and Wolf was still panting in his ear, and his insides were warm and wet and stretched out, and his cock was so spent it ached.
And he couldn't move.
Not just because of exhaustion—Wolf was stuck inside him, and holding fast, and would be for a while.
He'd gotten knotted by Wolf again.
They were tied, and now, they'd be stuck like this, Fox stuck with all that cum inside him, nature's way of making sure it took and there was nothing he could do about it.
And Fox knew he shouldn't let Wolf knot as often as he did. It was a bad habit to get into, wasting this much time whenever they had sex. But it was so fucking good, once he'd had it the first time, how could he ever turn it down?
But maybe it wasn't a waste.
Maybe Fox kinda liked Wolf being stuck inside him like this, mated with him like this.
Knowing he wouldn't go anywhere.
"Fox..." Wolf murmured weakly in his ear.
"Mhm?" was all Fox managed.
"You ruined my vest."
"Mhhm. I'll... help."
"Later."
"Mhm. Later."
Wolf sighed. "Let's go... be tied in bed."
Fox smiled. "Yeah. Okay."
He moved to stand, his legs shaking like jelly, but Wolf shot him a look that made him stop.
"You've done... more than enough," he said. "Let's go."
And with that, he stood up, picking Fox right up in his arms like he weighed little more than a pillow, stumbling on uneven, pattering feet into the hallway.
"Yours or mine?" he asked.
"Mine is cleaner," Fox replied.
"Fuck you," Wolf snorted.
"You already did," Fox shot back.
"Nah, you... you fucked me," Wolf countered, stepping into Fox's room.
"Maybe..." Fox murmured, Wolf collapsing onto the bed with the small vulpine in his strong arms, kicking off his boots, finding a way out of his vest and tossing it on the floor. "But that does give me an idea..."
Wolf sighed, his paw carding through Fox's fur. "I think you've had enough ideas for today."
Fox snuggled up against his warm fur, gasping when an aftershock of cum dribbled out into his hole, Wolf's knot twitching and stretching him even after it was all over. "As if you didn't like this one."
Wolf was silent.
"Alright," he conceded. "Maybe I'll let you have another idea. As soon as we... aren't tied."
"Mated," Fox corrected, looking him in the eyes, fearing he'd recoil, fearing he'd look away. "Mated."
Wolf just stared at him, gears seeming to turn behind his eyes.
"Alright," he decided, nodding and pulling Fox closer. "Mated."