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For months you've gotten to wake up in his bed, and each time it still brings a smile to your face.
Kim is warm and soft in your arms, his lithe body tucked safely against your chest. You fell asleep right after the shower he forced you into after work, so now you're both happily naked and spooning under the covers. You nuzzle the back of his neck, by the spot where you keep planting a possessive hickey so everyone who gets too close will know they've no business trying anything with your Kim. Kim complains about it now and then, but it's always with a smile and the hickey's covered by his jacket collar, anyway. The way he instinctively offers himself out to you whenever you bite him here is just too delicious to pass up, so you're very lucky that he's such a patient and lenient boyfriend.
You don't have to be anywhere today, not for several more hours, but your cock has been rock solid since before you even stirred from sleep. It's nestled perfectly at the base of Kim's tail, so close to where it belongs, that you can't bear the thought of having to give the position up yet. But at the same time, you wonder…
Would Kim be patient and lenient enough for more?
You've discussed it before only briefly- what's okay to do while the other one sleeps, and what is not. You've explicitly told him to use your body in any way he wants, even if you're dead tired or completely asleep, but Kim's mentioned a few rules. During the regular work week, he doesn't want to be kept awake for anything if he's tired- not even sex. You're free to jerk off next to him though, so long as you keep quiet and don't shake the bed too much. But on mornings like this, when you don't have anywhere to be… All he's asked is that you don't do anything dangerous.
"Dangerous" is a relative term, really. You would never do anything to put him in any real danger, so you wouldn't dream of trying the kind of things Kim sometimes likes to play with to keep you in line. The kind of "dangerous" you prefer has more to do with puppies than sharp objects, but Kim keeps insisting it's impossible for you to breed him, so it's not like he could get mad at you for pumping him full again. There's no real risk of getting him pregnant when he's not in heat anyway- you only use condoms to make the cleanup easier, since "nothing happened" the last time you helped him through his heat.
You secretly stand by your assessment that you did knock him up and he miscarried very early due to the blood loss after that mission went wrong, but it's not something you like to think about. He's fine, you're fine… and you'll have other opportunities to try for puppies- hopefully some time soon. You know it's been on his mind too, even if Kim claims he's staring at other people's pups "because they're unpredictable." It remains to be seen if it's just his impending heat talking, or if he's seriously considering a making you the happiest man of all time.
Your tail starts bouncing against the blanket, but the quiet thud is almost completely drowned out by the sounds of traffic from outside. You wait a few seconds to see if it's enough to make Kim stir.
It isn't.
Smiling to yourself, you breathe Kim in deep, your nose and mouth pressed to that spot below his ear where you know he'll give off that mind-numbing scent when he's going into heat. He smells exquisite as always, and you know his heat has to be coming up soon from how horny he's been all week, but… he doesn't smell like it. Not yet.
You're definitely skipping the condom today.
With that settled, you give Kim's neck a quick, experimental lick. It doesn't break the slow rhythm of his breathing or make him stir, so you smile against his skin as you carefully tilt your hips to reposition yourself. It takes a few agonizingly slow humps, but you manage to move your cock to rest in between Kim's legs, the topside of it soaking in the warmth of his lower lips.
And it really is soaking- Kim's wet, the junction between his legs already coated in his slick, some of it even dripping to his thigh.
You take another deep breath of him, just to be sure; he doesn't smell like heat pheromones, and while his scent warms your heart, it doesn't burn in your lungs like it does when he's fertile. There's an undercurrent of something there, though- a sweet fragrance that makes you want to lock all the doors and windows and keep him to yourself for all eternity- but that's how you always feel about him. He's yours, and you're his; it's just that simple.
You shift your hips just a little, your cock twitching against that delicious wet warmth.
Is Kim having a nice dream? Or does his body respond to yours like this, even in his sleep? Both ideas excite you, but you hope he's with you even in his dreams. He is in yours- in all of the good ones, at least.
It's a bit of an odd angle- you rarely fuck him while spooning, but it's a position you end up in sometimes while waiting for your knot to come down, so you know you can get in nice and deep from here, too. You want to see just how far you can get before Kim wakes up- could you get fully inside? He's wet like you've been preparing him for ages; would the slide in be as smooth as you imagine? Could you make him cum in his sleep? If you moved very, very carefully, could you find a way to dive between his legs head first, to drink up his arousal and watch him unravel as he wakes up riding your tongue?
You want to try all of it at once, but in the end the urge to claim him properly wins- you need to hold him close and leave him smelling like yours all over, to the point that other dogs would get uncomfortable just being in the same room as you two. You want to smell like Kim all over, too, and if you satisfy him properly, he might reward you by purring and scent marking you until you're delirious with happiness.
You can't wait to see him smile at you like that again. All proud and sated, cheeks still flushed from your shared passion…
You still have a way to go to get to that point, and the journey will be almost as good as the reward. Your lovenest is not the place to rush things; you need to stay focused and make sure everything's good for Kim, first and foremost. You inch your hand down from his waist, and whenever you feel the tip of his tail twitch against your ankle, you pause to wait for him to settle again.
He still doesn't wake up.
You reach the little nub between his legs and caress it slowly with one finger; the natural lubricant seeping out of him hasn't reached his clit properly, but you can't reach any further down without moving.
So you move.
Little by little, you shift further down the bed, until you have to tilt your hips to keep your shaft near its goal. Kim's cunt twitches when you slide your fingers through his slick, gathering his essence so you can wet his cute little cocklet for a proper good morning.
You wish you could see him properly, but you'll save that for later. For now you squeeze your eyes shut and listen to his breathing, feel his heartbeat between his legs, as you gently guide his resting body towards pleasure. You imagine his face, lax with sleep, his ears flushed bright red beneath that smooth, beautiful fur of his.
Even in his sleep, Kim's pussy seems to remember you just fine; his slick is spilling over your shaft, coating the length even as you barely move against him, and his tail curves towards the mattress to stay out of your way. You try pressing your teeth to the spot by his neck that usually makes his hips twitch, and it works- Kim lets out a quiet, sigh of a mewl and his back arches, pushing his ass more firmly against you… and pushing his gaping cunt against your eager cock.
Your tapered tip slips inside without resistance, his entrance pulsing gently around you in greeting, and you move your hand from his cunt to his hip, ready to still him if he tries to move again; you're this close to bucking into him, and you're not sure if you can stop if you start right now.
Kim draws a sudden, deep breath, like he's stirring from sleep- shit! What if he doesn't like this? What if he realizes you're too horny and disgusting after all?He may have said you could do things to him when it's not a workday, but was it just pillow talk? And he could have changed his mind! And the condom- you should've put one on just in case, to make the cleanup easier for him. When he realizes you were going to just fuck him raw in his sleep like this-
In your panic, you do the only thing you can think of; close your eyes and relax as much as you can. Yeah, just like you're asleep- you weren't doing anything at all! Nope, no sir. Having a small, innocent sex dream is all- like Kim probably was, with how delightfully soaked he is around the tip of your cock.
His smooth, velvety walls hug you tighter for a second and a whine escapes you without your permission. But it's all part of the dream! Yeah, you're super sleeping right now-
"Harry? Are you awake?" Kim whispers, barely audible even with your face pressed to the back of his neck. You're only tip-deep, so if he wants you out, he could push you out simply by turning his tail a little, and that would be it. Access denied. Cock? Blocked.
But Kim's tail stays against the mattress for now, the tip softly tickling your ankle… And when the base of his tail shifts slightly against you, it's not to knock your shaft away from his holy place, it's to keep his tail out of the way.
Too much time has already passed for you to respond to his question, and you remain frozen in place as Kim sighs softly. A few more seconds pass in silence, the base of Kim's tail twitching minutely, and it's like his trying to make his cunt lips suckle on your tip.
Then Kim slowly, carefully cants his hips, bringing your cock another inch deeper.
You whimper without meaning to, and Kim stills immediately, his cunt squeezing around your length as he holds his breath.
You force yourself to relax despite the thrill of excitement tickling your spine; is he trying to use you for his own pleasure? How far will Kim go, if you pretend to be asleep?
You desperately want to know, but when he starts rocking against your hips in the smallest of motions, his cunt pulling you deeper each second… you have to focus all your the three remaining brain cells into keeping your breathing nice and slow and your muscles lax. Kim starts off slow, pausing now and then to listen for your reactions, just as you had mere moments ago. But when you continue to lie there like the world's horniest dead fish, he gradually gets bolder in his movements.
It's not long before he's struggling to keep his breathing calm, his backwards humping beginning to stutter. Your arm has fallen over his hip to his front from his movements, and you can feel his lungs under it, each of his shuddering breaths a pressure on your skin. It reminds you of how it feels to steady him with your palms on his ribs, his hips pistoning to yours when he rides you rough and hard, chasing his own pleasure without restraint. You remember his heated gaze when he bosses you around and his pleased smirk whenever you obey him without question; but what does he look like now, when he thinks he doesn't have absolute command over you? Is his mouth hanging open on a moan even between the beautiful sighs and mewls and whimpers that spill out of him as he seeks his release on your cock? Is he smiling or frowning in concentration, when the impact of his hips on yours keeps threatening to roll you over if he's not careful enough?
You're so turned on by his desperation that your knot swells halfway despite the fact he's not even in heat, and the bulge of it keeps knocking against his entrance as he rocks back and forth. Could he even take it like this, when he's not receptive? He's leaking like he is, though, your shared excitement sticking to your skin with every roll of his hips, and you pray Kim draws you in properly before you fucking die of anticipation. You need him to take your knot, but not at the expense of Kim's enjoyment; he thinks he's using you when you're "sleeping"- you can't just "wake up" now, or he might never do it again!
Kim hisses quietly and throws one leg over yours, hand reaching behind him to grab your ass. You have to really force yourself to stay pliant in his hands as he uses both his hand and leg to keep you in place, then shoves his hips back towards yours.
Your knot slips in and begins to expand with a dizzying rush of endorphins, and Kim locks up around you so violently that the whole bed trembles; his cunt pulses around you, massaging your knot to full size as you begin to shake from your own impending orgasm, too wound up to fight it anymore. His grip on your ass remains firm and solid even when his legs twitch around yours, ensuring that you're exactly where he wants you to be when you finally erupt.
It's the first time you don't have to worry about a thing at all; you're already lying down perfectly for waiting out the knot, and you can't have done anything to offend your partner when Kim is the one who did everything to you. All there's left to do is ride out the pleasure, listening to Kim's hitching breaths and moans as you lie in your nest, his cunt convulsing around you and milking you for everything you've got. You let yourself go completely boneless; Kim can worry about your knot and holding your hips in place this time. You pour into him in bursts, your cock twitching inside his eager channel as it works overtime to deliver your seed to your beautiful boyfriend while you enjoy the ebb and flow of pleasure.
Kim's struggling to keep quiet and still, but he's obviously trying, even when each pulse of your cock makes his breath catch audibly in his throat. You relax farther into your pillow as you imagine his blissed out expression, the way his brows will begin to twitch when you've filled him to capacity and your cum still keeps pouring into him. You imagine him doing this again when you're really asleep, and waking up with him already locked on your knot, his features softened by the aftershocks of ecstacy, his belly growing with the proof of your love until there's no mistaking what he's been up to.
You start drifting even as your knot is only beginning to tingle pleasantly, signaling its impending deflation. In your delirium, you find yourself grasping for Kim without thinking; he makes a surprised noise when you pull him more firmly to his chest, but melts into your embrace as you sigh against his neck.
"Harry?" He whispers, hugging your arm to his chest.
You answer with a lazy wag of your tail and surrender yourself to sleep.
When you wake the next time, it's almost like nothing's happened at all. The cum you pumped into Kim is nowhere to be seen, and though you can still smell your spend from him, he acts like he hasn't had a good fuck in weeks. He's already crawled between your legs to service your dick with his mouth when you blink your eyes open, but just when you're ready to blow he stops to go dig through the bedside drawer for a condom.
"Kim," you whine. "I want to go raw."
"I know," he chuckles. "But my heat's soon, so we should start practicing."
"Yeah, okay," you lick your lips, tail wagging with anticipation. "Just pretend to put it on. Good practice! Now let me fill you up."
Kim laughs and leans down to kiss you, short and sweet.
"Nice try," he rubs the base of your ear, making your eyes roll back for a moment.
"You need to remember these for me when I go into heat," he says softly. "Don't want to get me pregnant, do you?"
"I mean…" You squeeze his thighs, so strong and slim around your hips. "Would be hot as hell."
"Hm?" Kim looks up from the condom wrapper, with a questioning smile- he was lost in thought for a second there, but you don't know where he went.
"Would be hot as hell," you say again, sliding your hands to his hips. "You all round with my pups. Can I?"
"No," he snorts. "You literally can not, even if you wanted to- we already tested that theory with my last heat, remember?"
"Yeah, but-"
"This," Kim gives you a pointed look as he holds the condom to your face, "is just to keep you from flooding my intestines with your dog cum when you knot. I was nauseous for week after you bloated me like that last time."
"Kim," you whine, squeezing his hips. "I wanna flood your intestines with my dog cum."
"After my heat. When you stop constantly knotting," Kim promises, and rolls the condom on you. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
You topple him over and kiss his face all over, teasing that spot between his legs with nothing but your thigh until he's hissing with frustration. But when he relents and commands you, you give him exactly what he wants.