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Good Dog [Sekah & BlueAmbient]

Taiga is very warm, and very soft when he wakes up, as if he slept with a fur blanket, which funnily enough he has once or twice in his years as a hooker. Plenty of bastards cruel enough to rape a teenager want a full bedspread from the body of an animal.

It wasn't something he'd have ever chosen for his own room, though, so he was quite puzzled when he looked down and saw a mop of fluffy hair sticking up from under the covers. He nudged them away, dreading to see the rest, and it was as arousing, heart-melting, and aggravating as he suspected.

The pup had been put in another bed. Now he was here, in Taiga's bed, nude skin pressed to nude skin, and that soft, gorgeous tail is far more interesting stimulation than Taiga would like to admit to the morning wood jutting between his legs.

He gazed down at the boy, his chin set and expression dark, but then softly slid a lock of his hair from off his forehead, and behind one pink ear. "Shoto," he said, voice dulcet.
 
Shoto barely moved all night, so he's still in nearly the same position when Taiga wakes up. The only difference is that he's got one hand resting on Taiga's abdomen, palm flat and fingers spread out. When Taiga speaks, one of Shoto's ears flicks, and he turns his face down toward the man's skin. There's a small noise, like a child reluctant to wake up. His fingers curl on Taiga's abdomen, and in the process, his claws lightly scrape against the skin.

Shoto is accustomed to harsh wake-up calls, usually consisting of shaking, kicking, or simply being dragged out of bed and dumped on the floor. So when all Taiga does is say his name, and quietly at that, it's not enough to full wake the sleeping wolf. It's more like Shoto rises to a lucent sort of dreaming, as he rubs his nose against Taiga's stomach.
 
He felt irritable to find the boy in his bed and looking so luscious but untouchable, like someone else's fresh-baked pastry placed right in front of you and tantalizing your senses all day. For a moment he wanted to pick up the lukewarm glass of water next to bed and pour it on the wayward shifter.

No good. He couldn't do something like that to him; kid was defenseless, and didn't deserve it. He'd done worse to people, sure, maybe even for less reason, but they'd been mafiosos with kill counts under their belt and you couldn't call the situation truly unfair, in Taiga's mind.

Hurting this kid was unfair.

He tried to remove the offending tail from his thick, engorged private bits, muttering, "No thank you," under his breath, and then sighed. Against his will he began glancing to see if puppy had morning wood too.

He could stay abed today, honestly. He'd asked for a week's vacation to help his new pet get situated, which as the boss, nobody but him had to approve. His strong hand slid over the soft plume of Shoto's tail, petting it idly.

Desserts you can't touch always look the sweetest, don't they? he thought to himself.
 
Shoto's tail twitches as it's pet, and he stretches his legs out. One slides across Taiga's calf, putting the pup closer to the boy. This also has the effect of Shoto's groin pressing against his master's thigh. Taiga doesn't need to look to feel the morning wood Shoto is sporting. That's a frequent occurrence for the pup, body trained just as well as his mind is. That bit of self-caused pressure also pulls a small whine from the sleeping wolf shifter.

Shoto's lips part against Taiga's stomach, breath warm on his skin. Shoto is definitely more relaxed in his sleep, enough to chase the sensations of his dreams; Shoto's hips push against Taiga's thigh. His tail twitches again, the small movement brushing his fur against Taiga's groin.
 
A soft grunt leaves Taiga's mouth, lips curling off his teeth. Fucking tease. Rolling his hips so obviously into Taiga's plush thigh, drawing that goddamned tail over his cock until it ached, Taiga's hips popped off the bed to push up into it. A bead of precum pearled at the tip of Taiga's long cock, collected there moistly, and then rolled down toward his lithe stomach.

He swallowed thickly, chest heaving. He'd always loved a good edging. He was still asleep. It wasn't like he'd know if he just reached down and finished himself off nice and quick with his hand, grinding into the alluring texture of this fur blanket. He was, you know, he was insensate. Ethically -

- ethically a sleeping person couldn't consent. He arched his head back against the pillows, hand halfway down towards his cock, frozen there, where his needy little puppy whimpered into him and ground his swelling knot against Taiga's plush, taut thigh, humping into him. The adam's apple rolled down his neck. At least one of them should get to relieve their morning wood without kneeling on the hard floor of the shower and bucking into their hand, he supposed.
 
Taiga's movement, his hips pushing up, is enough to make Shoto's eyes flutter open sleepily. Taiga's scent fills his nose where it's pressed to the man's stomach. Shoto doesn't moves as he assesses what's going on, and their positions. Another breath, and he can smell Taiga's arousal. Of course he can, it's a natural pheromone that's easy for the pup to pick up, even in the subtlest tones. It doesn't change the sleep still clinging to Shoto's mind, but it does encourage his movement.

Shoto folds his one leg at the knee, essentially hugging Taiga's leg with his own. His tail moves, brushing along Taiga's thigh and groin. His fingers spread out on the man's lower abdomen, and he pushes his hips against Taiga's thigh again. This makes him whimper quietly again, and Shoto drags his tongue along Taiga's abdomen, as if he could lick up the alluring scent of the man's arousal.
 
Taiga shuddered viciously when Shoto lapped him, and then began to disentangle from his pet. "You can just - finish that off in bed, if you want to. I'm going to shower."

And buck into his hand until he was nearly screaming with it.

Shoto was dragging that fluffy nonsense over his aching, leaking cock, and Taiga was edged by it in a way he would've thought was delightful without all the fraught, complicated consent issues. Shoto wagged it over him and Taiga's eyes rolled up into his head and a hungry groan tore through him, before he redoubled trying to put Shoto next to him and beeline for the shower so he could rut his own hand.
 
Shoto is confused by Taiga's attempts to pull away, despite the fact that he's groaning. So of course Shoto does the only thing he can think of, and wraps his fingers around Taiga's cock, stroking tightly, smoothly. His mouth plays across Taiga's skin, tongue dragging, teeth scraping. He doesn't know if he'll get in trouble for biting, so for now he tries not to leave any marks. Some people liked it, others beat him for it.

Shoto's hand moves quickly, but his tight grip and the dry friction isn't unpleasant. With Taiga distracted, Shoto wiggles his way upright, straddling the man's thighs. His tail sways behind him, ears perked forward, like he's proud of himself. Fingers rise to his mouth, suckling them, wetting them with saliva. After a moment, that hand reaches behind him and he leans forward slightly. The small, thready moan alludes to what he's doing, tail laid up along his spine. His hand on Taiaga's cock is still moving.
 
"Oh my fucking God," Taiga gasped, rolling his black-haired head back on his shoulders. "Shit." Awe was in his voice.

"Shoto - ungh - that's not - "

But what can he say to those liquid eyes in the dark.

Taiga was never a particularly principled man in the first place.

"Shoto - shit - that's hot, boy." Taiga's eyes dilated as he curled up, reaching to Shoto's soft, masturbating fingers. His own curled around them, twisting in to guide them. He pushed his two fingers and Shoto's, too, sharply into Shoto's spot.

He peeled his fingers off his aching hardness, groaning in frustration at his own actions, and licking over Shoto's hot palm, then wrapping it back over himself.

"We'll start - untangling this - mess - today," he growled, as if to belie his own guilt, as his other hand began milking and squeezing Shoto's thick knot.
 
Shoto's ears seem to perk more at Taiga's groans, and his words of seeming encouragement. He grins, then his eyes follow the movements of Taiga's hands. The wolf boy actually yelps when Taiga's fingers, along with his own, are pushed suddenly into his body. A shudder goes up his spine, and his mouth opens, tongue resting on his lower lip.

A dark blush crosses his face when Taiga licks his palm; it's not something anyone had done before, and although it's more for Taiga's own pleasure, watching the action, and feeling Taiga's tongue on his skin, makes Shoto whimper.

That whimper turns into a high whine when Taiga squeezes his knot. That's another thing - because he isn't human, previous clients of his past master had never paid him any attention, in terms of his own pleasure. Shoto can't help but feel embarrassed, and bites down on his lip. His thick tail twitches behind him, and he shifts his hips, simultaneously pushing down on their joined fingers, and into Taiga's hand on his cock.
 
Taiga was nearly single-mindedly determined, one thing above all else: Shoto should come first. He knew he could order it, but wasn't it a sweeter victory if Shoto gave because he couldn't hold it back anymore?

Taiga's fingers were assured and unerring as they pet Shoto inside and out, using his fingers to teach Shoto what to do to drive himself wild with pleasure, while his other hand experimented with movements, grip strength, to find what made Shoto milk and moan the most.

Taiga lay his lips next to Shoto's ear, his hot, tingling breath caressing the sensitive nape of Shoto's neck, and the delicate curl of his ear. "Feels good, doesn't it, puppy," Taiga husked, nearly against his skin. He bit the shell of Shoto's ear, clean and hungry. He would get this boy to spurt all over his silk coverlet.

Taiga smirked.

And then he'd ask the boy to lick it up.

Then Taiga would cum. Only then.
 
Shoto is panting, whimpers and whines mixing in the air. This is all new to him, having someone actually seek to give him pleasure, and he’s both confused and embarrassed by it. His face is red, brain trying to figure out what to do. Taiga had made it clear he wants Shoto to continue stroking his cock, so the pup does that. Fingers moving up and down, thumb rubbing across the tip. But his hips are also moving, pushing forward into his master’s hand, pushing backward onto their joined fingers.

Shoto finally releases his lower lip from his teeth to moan, the sound thready and drawn out, as Taiga’s fingers guide his own in massaging his inner walls. Shoto’s cock throbs in Taiga’s hand, and his hips jerk forward roughly. Taiga’s voice in his ear makes him shudder, and the bite pulls forth another whine.

“M-Master..!” The stammered word is high, followed by another louder moan. Shoto’s hips are moving more now, eagerly seeking the friction, the pressure of their fingers. His breathing gets faster, and those large innocent eyes are half closed, glazed. “Master, p-please.. I-I want to.. Please let me c-cum.. Please..” Shoto is begging, cock throbbing and the muscles in his hips twitching. His tail is shivering behind him with the effort of holding back. He’s not allowed to cum without permission, his training forbids it.
 
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