Mini Story
Already Tied

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

“Mmmph…”

Graysen grunted, licking his lips as the husky’s muzzle pushed into the pillows. They separated and he slid down between them, his chin plopping to the mattress: he barely noticed. His mind was focused on the cock under his tail and the fat knot stretching him ecstatically wide, though they were tied together. That was the thing with canines, always having to wait until a knot deflated to separate after enjoying time together.

But that was not a bad thing when it was Farrel, the black Labrador already pressed up behind him. His tail lifted a little higher, pushed up against his lower back, as Farrel squirmed in closer, making his cock and knot shift inside Graysen. The husky groaned, a ripple of residual pleasure echoing through him.

But it was not about coming apart but enjoying the moment. Farrel’s heat sank into him and the husky exhaled, turning his head so the back of it rested against Graysen’s upper chest and neck. There was not much of a height difference between them, but, somehow, it was always easier to be small and soft against the Labrador, easing into the silky feel of his well-groomed fur against his back. If there was one thing that dog did it was never leave home without a brush.

He snickered and Farrel grunted, poking him in the side.

“What? What are you laughing at?”

There was a teasing note in his voice and Graysen’s heart gave that little flutter all over again. He’d been suppressing it for a while and that time was no different: he pushed it down. They weren’t anything special, they were just a fling, just a bit of fun. At least, that was what Graysen told himself. It was easier that way, even if some feelings would grow regardless of whether they were nurtured or now.

Some things, some soft moments, were inexplicable, inevitable.

Yet they would only see later just how that would come to be as Graysen grumbled, arching his back and inadvertently grinding into Farrel’s crotch. The lab let out a whining yelp, arms going around the husky as if they were meant to be there, the motion purely natural to him, coming easily. Even the bedroom was familiar to Farrel after he’d spent as much time in Graysen’s room as he had, with the photos framed carefully on the wall, the fresh gym towel thrown over the back of a chair and the, always, empty or barely filled laundry basket. Graysen was nothing if not meticulous, but Farrel didn’t mention that. He doubted anyone who didn’t know Graysen as well as he did would.

And maybe he wouldn’t mention how they’d grown closer, hanging out more and more, fucking more and more. Farrel would not go so far as to say it was a certain four letter word, no, for he suspected that was not the right thing to say to Graysen, a husky who had all his walls up. If Graysen didn’t realise those walls were crumbling, brick by brick, Farrel would continue to quietly stack what fell to the side, always allowing Graysen the chance to “protect” himself again wherever needed. He didn’t need to be anything other than who he was for Farrel and the canine would never take away what he needed to feel safe, even if he didn’t know quite what had made Graysen that way.

It was enough to palm the husky’s hip as he relaxed into the moment, enjoying how Graysen pushed back against him. Did Graysen realise what he was doing? Farrel stifled a snicker. Probably not.

That was okay. Things didn’t have to be more than what they were in that moment as the husky whined and he absently rubbed Graysen’s hip, his paw creeping higher, around the front of his body. With his fingertips ghosting over the husky’s softer stomach, they eased up and over the bottom of his pecs before dipping once more.

It was there with his fingers curling around to Graysen’s stomach that Farrel settled, his cock softening inside the husky’s ass while his knot remained hard. Sometimes, with other partners, that had been awkward, uncomfortable. He hadn’t wanted to linger after the act, feeling like they had taken all they needed from that moment, that interlude that brought two bodies and minds together for the release of pleasure.

With Graysen...he stayed, willingly. He let himself absorb that heat around his shaft, the knot bearing against the husky’s tail hole, though he resisted the urge to pull back and feel that tug on his knot. It was right for some situations, but it only felt like it was going to disturb that one, like it was going to break some kind of sleepy spell hanging over them.

The curtains fluttered faintly in the evening breeze, twilight descending. Graysen had not realised the hour had grown so late, though time often seemed to slip by him when he was with Farrel. The husky refused to look deeper into what that meant, for him and more. The cool brushing over his fur was welcome, however, even if he didn’t make any attempt at all to shift away from the black Labrador, even when the warmth of their bodies swelled. It was worth it, a small part of his mind said, so, that time, it was time to stay.

A car rolled by outside on the calm evening, causing not a disturbance. Farrel’s breath grew slower and more even as the lab drifted off behind him, the weight of his arm across the husky’s waist more poignant than ever. There was a softening, deepening weight to someone sleeping, where muscular contractions released.

He looked back over his shoulder at the lab, moving as little as possible. But why did Graysen try not to disturb him as he was? Did it really matter? Again, his heartbeat fluttered, though he would not go so far as to say it was skipping a beat.

Without knowing it, and knowing it too at the same time, they were already tied. And not in the way one may have thought…

Exhaling softly, Graysen relaxed, not quite dozing, but allowing himself to rest. Maybe that was all he had to do for the moment, the dimming spill of the room around him softening until all he knew, all he felt, was Farrel’s heartbeat reverberating through his body.

Maybe he needed nothing more than that.

Maybe that was enough.