Lyra and I started hanging out regularly.

 I was kind of insistent about it 'cause I'd never met anyone like her. She said we were friends, so I kept pushing to keep it that way. 

I messaged her right away when she left the morning after we first met, and it took her a couple of days to get back to me. It took some persistent texting, but eventually she said she'd hang out with me again. We met up in public the next time at a little pizza place I like to go to after school, and spent the afternoon at the park chatting about whatever. We wound up at my house again, and we didn't do any... Any sex stuff, but she give me another kiss before she went home.

After that, it became a ritual. I'd text her before I got off school and sometimes we'd meet up and spend the evening together. I started to feel really comfortable around her, since she was so confident. She was so casual about her feelings that I didn't feel bad talking to her about mine. She was really easy to talk to.

I met her roommate and best friend, Puck, too. He was a little bit intimidating at first, a little peculiar; an older and taller magpie who crossdressed all the time, he had long pretty hair. Every time Lyra and I would hang out at her place, he'd be at his computer typing away furiously on one of several screens, with a pile of obviously stolen electronics and wallets next to him. My sis, Haley, has told me at great length about how she's getting into electronic fraud and other types of "hacking," but something told me that whatever Puck was up to on that computer was a bit more sophisticated.

***

I text Lyra like I usually do toward the end of school on a friday... It's been a few weeks now, and we've make a habit of hanging out and sometimes having a sleepover at her place on the weekend, so I'm kind of expecting to meet up with her somewhere nearby pretty soon. Today her text back is pretty concise.

Yeah, just head to my place.
I'll meet you there.

Weird, usually she wants to meet up with me somewhere public... I wonder what she's up to. I guess I'll take my time heading there. I grab a slice of pizza at the place Lyra and I like to meet at since I was heading that way anyway and mosey to the bus stop to her place.

While I'm waiting on the bus for my stop I text her again.

WYD?

She gets back to me pretty quickly.

I'll be late but Puck will let you in.
You'll like him, I think he wants to hang out with you anyway. 
;)

Hmmm. I've never hung out with Puck before, let alone without Lyra around. I've only really met him in passing while heading to Lyra's room... I'm a little apprehensive about it, but I guess it won't be for long. He's a bit weird, way older than I am and a LOT taller. He's always been friendly, though.

Ok, see you soon.

When I get up to their apartment I knock, and wait... The door opens up just a crack and I see a shiny black beak in silhouette.

"Oh!" The door swings wide open and Puck ushers me inside with a broad smile. "Arthur! Come in, come in." He locks the door behind me. "I wasn't expecting you, did Lyra invite you over? She's on a job right now, won't be home for a bit, but make yourself comfortable."

"Uh, yeah, she told me to just meet her here." 

"That's fine, I could use some company. I need a break, anyway." He wanders into the kitchen, and I sit down on the couch and take in the room... Lyra and I always just hang out in her bedroom, so I've never taken a good look around in here. It's messy, but it's still pretty nice. The couch is plush and comfy with tons of mismatched throw pillows, there's a battered but solid coffee table in front of it. They have a nice TV in here and some gaming consoles. Puck's big corner desk is dominating one side of the room under the windows with three screens and two keyboards... Every inch of it is covered in stolen electronics, pop cans and styrofoam takeout boxes. Obviously he spends most of his time there.

I can hear Puck shuffling around in the fridge, then he peeks around the corner. "You hungry? Thirsty? Want a Coke or something?"

"I had a snack on my way here, but I'll take a Coke if that's ok..."

"Sure!" Usually when we run into each other he seems pretty sleepy; it seems like he stays up all night most of the time. He's usually either still up or just waking up when Lyra and I crash, but today he seems pretty chipper. He walks back in with the sound of clinking glasses and he's got his hands full with a bottle of wine, two glasses, a bottle opener and my coke. He hands the can to me and gingerly puts down the bottle and glasses, sits on the couch opposite from me with his legs folded underneath him, adjusts his skirt, and gets to work opening the bottle.

"So what's your story, huh? Lyra hasn't said much about you, other than that she basically molested you the first time you met..." Pop. He whips the cork out and fills a glass almost to the top. He's smiling at me benignly and making eye contact the whole time. "You're in what, grade five? Six? And you're in scouts, right?"

I crack open my pop and take a sip. I'm having a hard time meeting his gaze. "Five. And yeah, Scouts keeps me busy, I guess. It's fun, I like being outdoors."

He puts the bottle on the coffee table and leans back into the cushions, taking a long sip from his wine glass. He never takes his eyes off me. "I was in scouts too for a bit, actually. Lyra as well, but she only lasted all of two weeks. Back when we were still in the orphanage, we had to do something extracurricular. I actually kind of liked it. I stopped of course, when I figured out how to get us out of there."

"When we first met Lyra said she missed being in scouts..."

He laughs, "That was a lie. she hated every minute of it. You were in your uniform when you met, right? She was definitely trying to work you over."

I pout... That kind of hurts.

His smile breaks into a look of concern and he quickly leans forward, putting his hand on my shoulder, "Oh, honey... Don't take that personally, though! Seriously, she would never have spoken to you again if she didn't actually want to be friends with you. You're the first guest we've had in..." His expression softens and he thinks for a moment, taking another swig. "Ever, actually." 

He ruffles my hair and places his empty glass on the table, pouring himself another. "Want one? Lyra said you had a drink with her when you first met."

"Uh, Yeah, it was disgusting."

He laughs, "I think that was some shitty hard liquor, this is a lot lighter and it's pretty sweet. You might like it. Here, I'll just pour you a little one." He grabs another tall glass for himself, and hands me the other with a little sip in it. I give it a little sniff... Not bad, actually. It smells rich, fruity, a little sweet. I have a little taste, and I'm pleasantly surprised. It's like those expensive chocolates Gran gets around christmas that she gets mad at me for sneaking.

Puck's watching me the whole time. "Oh, you like it huh? Here," He grabs the bottle and pours me a little more, "We stole two cases of these from the back of a truck a few weeks ago. Have as much as you want."

***

I'm starting to feel... Warm. I've had a glass and a half and I'm guessing this is what it means to feel drunk. Puck and I chat about ourselves for a while... He's ranting at me about computer stuff like Haley does, but he's way more friendly about it. With Haley it always feels like she's lecturing me, but Puck is just having a good time talking at me about his interests. The details of how he runs their little operation are a bit over my head, but he really seems to know what he’s doing. He directs the conversation to me again, my own hobbies and aspirations... I don't really know how to answer, I feel like I don’t have many outside of Scouts, but I'm all smiles every time he looks at me. It's nice having someone show this much interest in you.

I also notice I've moved way closer to him on the couch... I'm almost pressed right up to him. When did that happen? He puts his glass down and grabs the bottle to pour one more... We've finished the bottle.

I get a little thrill as he wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Hey, are you hungry yet? You like Vietnamese?"

"Oooh, I really like those salad rolls!"

Puck whips out a phone and starts tapping away on a food app. "Yeah, me too... Some spring rolls, some Pho... Lyra will want a sub whenever she gets back."

"Yeah! Let's get something with tofu."

Tap tap tap. "You like those drinks with the tapioca balls?"

"Do they have watermelon?"

He laughs, "Yeah, they do." 

He makes the order and gets up to go back to the kitchen, then sways back into the room with another bottle of wine. He sits down next to me real close, crosses his legs, and makes a show of whipping the cork out of the bottle with a flourish. We're rubbing shoulders as he's opening it, and I can't keep my eyes off him now. He tops up my glass, fills his own, and grabs a controller to turn on the TV. 

"Let's put on a movie or something, our food will be here soon. I order from that place all the time and they never take long." He starts scrolling through Netflix absentmindedly. "I dunno, what are you into?"

Sci-fi, true crime, suspenseful dramas... Hmmm. He scrolls past the Young Adult section and I pipe up without thinking, "Oooh, I like Twilight."

He snorts, "Twilight!? I didn't think you were the type."

Oh nooo... Why did I say that? That's so embarrassing, I want to sink into the couch and disappear. I got teased relentlessly for weeks when one of my classmates saw me reading New Moon during recess... I'm blushing to the tips of my ears.

He doesn't seem to notice though. "Cute. Yeah, I could do something silly like that." He puts on the first Twilight movie, grabs his wine, and leans back into me as the movie starts. We're barely through the intro when the door buzzer goes off, and he scrambles to his desk to dig through a pile of wallets till he finds one with some cash in it. He goes to the front door and when he returns he has a big bag of takeout in each hand and plops them both down on the coffee table in front of me. Wow, it's a feast. He digs one open and grabs a couple of the boxes inside. He hands one to me then slides up real close; an order each of shrimp salad rolls, nice.

We gorge ourselves on delicious takeout while we watch the movie and by the time we're finished eating, I've had another glass of wine and Puck has probably had three. I'm now shamelessly leaning into him, he's got his arm draped over my shoulder again. We're slowly working on the dregs of our bubble teas. It's getting late, well past 10pm, and we're at the baseball scene when there's a click at the door. 

Lyra's voice calls out from the entrance hallway, "Hey Puck, is Arthur here? I-"

She saunters into the living room, stripping off her bag and jacket. She sees us sitting on the couch together cuddling, and her expression turns from one of dim exhaustion to an enthralled grin. Her tail is twitching behind her and her ears are perked up vertical as she takes in the scene.

"No way...!" She starts to lapse into giggles as she crosses the room to drop her bag on Puck's desk, "So he's your boyfriend now, huh? And you were making fun of me."

I have no idea why, but I'm mortified to be caught like this; Lyra's seen me in way more compromising positions, but Puck and I were having such an intimate moment. I feel like all the blood has drained from my body. Puck doesn't flinch for a second, he just rolls his eyes and he gives me a little squeeze. "How'd the job go?"

"Perfect. I'm exhausted, though." She flops down on the couch next to me and pokes me in the side. "Oh, I'm only joking around, Arthur. You two look cute together. Sorry I'm so late."

I'm still too embarrassed to muster a response, but Puck keeps the conversation going so I don't have to. He gestures at the huge spread of takeout still on the table with his wine glass, "There's a chicken sub in there if you're hungry enough for it. Spring rolls, salad rolls... We kind of got a bit of everything."

She shuffles around the bags, and opts for a spring roll. She chomps into it and speaks with her mouth full, "I don't know if I could finish a sub, I might turn in right away." She does, however, grab the near empty wine bottle and finishes what's left of it. "You two seem to be enjoying each other's company anyway. I doubt you'll miss me..." She gets up and heads to the bathroom, turns, and fires us a smarmy grin. 

"Enjoy the rest of your night, boys."

I'm still a little flustered when she leaves, but it doesn't take me long to forget about that with how my head is buzzing, how close I am to Puck. We settle in to keep watching the movie, but I'm not paying attention to it at all; just Puck's claw gently stroking my arm, my waist, running through my hair. My muzzle is pressed into his chest and I'm breathing him in; I'm fascinated by his unique scent. I've never been this close to an avian before. He smells so exotic.

I jump when he speaks again for the first time in half an hour. "All good, Arthur?"

The credits are rolling and he's turning off the TV. I didn't even notice the movie was over. I turn my head up and he's smiling warmly at me. I'm not sure what kind of expression I'm making, probably some kind of dopey grin, but he chuckles when I look into his eyes.

"You're adorable. I'm gonna tidy up the leftovers, then we should probably turn in. I know you usually sleep with Lyra but... You wanna share my bed tonight?"

I nod. I really do.

He gets up and starts packing up everything on the coffee table and takes it to the kitchen. I stand up... Whoa. I'm a little dizzy, I almost lose my balance. I float to the bathroom to do my business and clean up before bed. When I finish Puck is leaving the kitchen, and he puts his hand around my waist and leads me into his bedroom.

It's not unlike Lyra's room, but it's a little tidier. The walls are painted in a stately burgundy with black trimming. He has the same fairy lights running along the ceiling that Lyra does, a nice wardrobe and dresser, there's a TV at the foot of the queen-size bed. Less clutter on the floor than in Ly's room. She has a million stuffed animals, but Puck seems to have just one, a huge fat alligator plushie as long as I am tall.

Puck shuts the door and walks past me as I'm taking it all in, and starts undressing... he unbuttons his skirt and it drops to the ground, slips off his top and tosses it into a hamper by the door. He strides over to his bed in nothing but a black thong. I'm gobsmacked by my first look at his nearly naked body. He's so lithe and... Pretty.

I follow suit while I'm watching him strip. I usually end up sleeping naked with Ly... We havent had sex since the first time, but we usually fool around a bit before we go to bed. I strip down to my undies for now and Puck watches me undress as intently as I watched him. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and when I'm done he beckons me over. When I get close he grabs me by the waist and lifts me up; I yelp and giggle, and he tosses me into the pile of black linens and pillows by the headboard and slides up next to me, one hand on my waist and the other behind my back.

"You're really cute, Arthur..."

I'm filled with nervous anticipation.

His breathing is picking up and he's still smiling, but there's an intensity in his eyes. "I hear you and Ly messing around every time you stay over. Wanna play with me tonight?"

Desperately. I nod insistently.

His thumb snags the waistband of my undies; I lift up my hips and he slides them down my legs and tosses them on the floor. His hand moves back up to my inner thighs and strokes them gently. I shiver. I was already excited, but now I'm starting to get really aroused. I'm so nervous, but I trust him.

He tugs me close to his chest. His beak is in the crook of my neck, I can hear him breathing hard. He gently nuzzles his cheek into mine. He's slowly caressing me with both hands, one on my back and neck, the other between my legs. I'm overwhelmed, but in a different way from when I play with Lyra; Ly just wants to get off, but this is something else... Puck is so gentle, so tender. I feel something hot and damp pressing on my legs... Gosh, that's new. I haven't seen his dick yet and I'm eager to take a look, but I don't want to pull away from him. He rocks his hips and I feel some moisture gathering between my knees from his cock underneath me.

I whine when he lets go. He rolls on top of me, kneels between my spread legs, then nuzzles my cheek before sitting up. I look at him looming over me; my legs are spread and draped over his, and I can see his dick towering over mine... Wow. My hard little pecker is dwarfed by his, now that he's out of his slit. He reaches down with one hand to stoke both of us. I have a regular uncircumcised mammal dick... I'm not very big, I haven't started puberty yet. His is weird, fascinating, more than twice as long and way thicker. He has a pointed spade shaped head leading into a fat tapered shaft, a nubby ridge running down the bottom, with an intimidating knot by the base. I wonder if it swells like I've seen in porn before. My head is spinning thinking about it. I should probably be scared, but I want it.

He's pressing us together with one hand and rubbing my tummy with the other. "I'm guessing you've never had anyone under your tail?"

I struggle to respond, his hand on my cock is really driving me wild. "...N-no, but I've fantasized about it since I, uh, saw it on the net..."

"Do you want to-"

"-Yeah."

He lets out a breathy laugh, "No hesitation, huh?" He lets go of our dicks and leans over me on all fours. The tip of his beak teases my nose; the tip of his dick is leaking on my balls, my shaft. He's rocking his hips, grazing himself all over me. "Look, just... It can be a little tough the first time, ok? Talk to me. I want this to be really good for your first."

I'm enthralled with his presence, I don't want him to stop no matter what he wants to do. I'm staring up at him in reverence, I realize I'm gripping his bedsheets. He leans in to rub his cheek on mine one more time then sits up, leaning over to his nightstand to grab a little bottle. "It might be uncomfortable at first, but it doesn't have to hurt. We have all night, little one. Hey, hand me one of those pillows."

I roll my head to the side, grab one and toss it at him. He lifts me up by my legs and shoves it under my hips, grabs me by the waist with both hands and gets me settled. My butt is pointed up at him and it's easy to keep my legs in the air laying like this. 

He slides backwards and lowers his face towards my crotch. "Let's start nice and easy..."

At first I'm nervous about what he's going to do with that beak, but he opens his mouth and a long, broad black tongue extends towards my cock. All apprehension goes away when he drapes it under my balls and slowly drags to my tip; we've barely gotten started and I'm in heaven. He lavishes me until my legs are quivering over his shoulders, his hot breath and saliva drenching my crotch fur. He treats me as such for another minute then shuffles back a touch more and turns his attention lower.

I've never tried any butt stuff before, not even just by myself. I always got spooked by the idea 'cause I don't get a lot of privacy at home... I shudder and squeal when his tongue makes contact with my ass. I've never felt anything like this before, it's even more intense than his tongue on my dick. More intense than being inside Lyra, actually. He grabs my legs, pressing my thighs into his shoulders to hold me still, and keeps going. I'm yelping and moaning uncontrollably, bucking my hips as he slathers my tailhole, my balls and cock.

"Puck... I'm getting cl-"

He pulls back for a moment, drawing his tongue along the edge of his beak with a grin. "Already? A quick one is fine... As I said, we have all night." He gets back to work with that delicious tongue... I squirm underneath him, a shuddering whimpering mess. I'm so close to cumming and he feels it. He wraps a hand around my cock, pumping me rhythmically, and his tongue presses hard against my hole; I'm totally caught off guard when it slithers inside. I yelp and clench the sheets, my whole body tenses. My vision goes dark and I'm seeing stars as he wiggles around inside me; I shudder and cum harder than I ever have before.

I'm panting and sweating when I come back down to reality. Puck is kneeling between my legs again, looking down with that warm smile. He's fondling my butthole with one finger, gingerly rubbing in a circular motion, his other hand is stroking my thigh. "I knew you'd like that but you just got off WAY hard, didn't you?" He draws his fingers through my belly fur and they're thick with my seed when he brings them up to his beak to lick it off. "I had no idea a cub your age could cum this much."

"That was really good... That was the best."

"We haven't even gotten to the main course yet. Are you sure you're still ready? We don't have to go all the way in one night."

I still really want it. "Yeah. I just... I need a moment, let me-"

"-You sure do. Take your time, honey. There's no rush."

I spend a while collecting myself, melting into the bed. Puck stops fondling my pucker with his finger and replaces it with his cock, gently circling his tip on it. His saliva is evaporating and it's being replaced by his warm, slick precum. Gosh, that's really hot. I'm coming around, my breathing has settled, and I'm watching him toy with me while he watches me back. My dick is getting hard again.

"You look like you're ready to go." I nod.

He grabs the little bottle of lube he took out earlier, puts a dollop of it on his middle finger, and circles it on my hole. I meep, it's really cold at first. He chuckles. "Just tell me if it hurts or gets uncomfortable. We can stop or slow down whenever you need." I nod again, more insistently; I want him to hurry up, His tongue felt incredible and I want more. He obliges, and presses his finger inside of me.

It glides in easily and I moan as he slowly presses it in to the last knuckle; He looks surprised. "Wow, that was easy... Are you sure you've never done this before?" I can't even fathom a response. Puck's got big hands and that finger is really deep... Oh my gosh, this is intense. He pulls out and gently fucks me with it for a few strokes, then gives it a curl...

"Aaah!" I thought his tongue was good, but he just hit a spot I didn't know I had. My cock flexes and I feel a squirt of pre land on my tummy.

I've heard about prostate stimulation before but I didn't really know what it was about. He's smirking down at me. "Yeah, there it is. Ready for one more?" He doesn't wait for me to respond. I whimper as he pulls his finger out and puts another squirt of lube on it, swirls it around, and this time I feel a little more pressure as he pushes inside... I instinctively raise my legs up as high as I can, and with little more difficulty than before two fingers slide right in.

"Man... you're a natural, kiddo." He curls his fingers again and gives me a few strokes; I'm putty in his hand, my vision is hazy 'cause I'm so focused on what he's doing inside of me. I'm clenching on him, my cock is twitching and drooling all over my belly.

He pulls out his fingers. "Ready for the real thing?"

My eyes go wide. I sure am.

He drizzles a generous portion of lube on his cock and leans over me with one hand over my shoulder, the other stroking the lube into himself between my thighs. My legs are high in the air, I'm ready for him. His tip is teasing my entrance and he's smirking. "You sure you're-"

"-Puck, just... Please." I wrap my legs around his waist, "I want it so bad. Stop teasing."

He laughs, "Okay, Okay. Take a deep breath, here we go." He's all lined up already, it only takes one little press of his hips for him to sink inside of me. 

His slender, tapered head pops inside easily and I squeeze my eyes shut; It's way different from his fingers. Softer, a nicer texture, it feels like it's meant to be inside me. He keeps pushing slowly until his ridged shaft is about as deep inside me as his fingers got. My mouth is hanging open, I'm holding on to him as hard as I can with my legs. He's leaning closer and closer to me, still sliding deeper inside of me, I can feel his hot breath on my neck... I've never felt so full in my life, he's so warm and slick. It's really stretching me now, I'm not sure if I can take any more, but he presses just a little bit more and I feel his knot push against my butt. He stops and holds still above me. I'm quivering underneath him, sparks are flying in my head and my loins. I open my eyes and look up at him; his eyes are screwed shut, his beak agape. He's leaning on his elbows and his cheek is against mine.

I'm the first one to move. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer with my legs, pressing his knot a little tighter against me, and he sighs in my ear. He gets up on his hands, looking down at me with hazy eyes. He almost asks me for permission again, but when we make eye contact there's no question.

He draws his length out of me slowly, then thrusts hard down to the knot again. 

SLAP.

Yelp! 

His first thrust is the most intense thing I've ever felt in my life. He draws out slowly again, and the second thrust is as intense as the first. He's fucking me slow, deep and hard, I can do nothing but hold on for dear life while he makes love to me. I'm lost in bliss. He keeps the firm steady pace and his knot is pushing harder and harder into me with every thrust. I can feel my hole starting to stretch around it more the longer he goes... The more he pounds me, the more of it I can feel entering me. I'm wondering if I can actually take all of it. 

He gives me another firm thrust and holds it; I'm getting so close to taking him all the way in. He slides almost all the way out and unhooks my arms from his back, then sits up. We're both breathing heavily and he looks down at me with lust. "I think I can... Arthur, can I tie you?"

Oh my gosh, I could cum on the spot just from him asking me that. I nod.

He grabs my ankles and puts them over his shoulders, leans forward over me, and resumes his slow powerful thrusting. I'm spread in just the right way now, and after another minute of deep sensuous fucking his thick knot squeezes in with a wet pop. I squeal at the top of my lungs; it hurts so much, but my gosh does it ever feel good too. I feel like all the pleasure in the world is flooding into me through his knot. I clench around his base and he lets out a deep moan, lets go of my legs and wraps his arms around my chest. I'm seeing stars again, the pressure is incredible. I feel him swell inside of me now that it's inside, pulsing and filling me with his hot seed. He's gripping me to his chest firmly and tensing his hips with each gout of cum. I'm immersed in raw ecstasy and for the second time tonight, I cum harder than ever before.

He's laying on top of me, heavy, warm and sweaty. For a while neither of us move; we just lay together in our mess panting and clutching each other. My whole body is tingling, my thighs electric. After a while he grips my back with one hand, gets up on the other, and rolls over onto his back so I'm on top of him. His knot yanks inside of me and we both gasp at the sensation. Now I'm sitting in his lap, his cock buried deep inside of me as I look down at him. He's bleary eyed, grinning, and so am I.

"I can't believe you took my knot the first time... Not even Lyra takes it, she doesn't really like being tied." 

I'm totally exhausted but I can't help but squirm on top of him, rocking my hips so his dick slides around inside of me. Every little movement makes his shaft grind my prostate. I squeeze and tug at him and he winces, "Hey, settle down, I'm really sensitive... And we’re gonna be stuck like this forever if you keep that up."

I giggle and keep rotating my hips. "That doesn’t sound so bad, it feels really good." 

He hisses and plants his hands on my waist, eyes screwed shut. He really grips me and holds me still, "That's enough, Arthur. I'm really... That was really good. But that's enough for tonight."

Fine. I stop fidgeting. I can barely sit up straight on top of him anyway, my legs are jelly and when I move I think I can feel his shaft above my belly button. "So how long does it take for your knot to like, you know...?"

"About ten minutes, if you stop teasing me. Not like some canines, one time I fucked this big wolf who insisted on knotting me and it was like half an hour before we could even try to pull out... And even then it was a struggle."

"Was he as big as you?"

"Bigger. Too big."

I can't even envision a dick bigger than Puck's, let alone taking one. He relaxes his grip on my waist and stokes my sides gently while we wait for his knot to relax... I can feel it gradually starting to shrink inside of me.

"This is going to be messy, I should have grabbed a towel or something before we got started..."

"Lyra always wants to just sleep in our mess anyway. I try to go clean up and she tells me not to be a wimp and drags me back into bed."

He gets a good laugh out of that. "Yeah, sounds like her. I think I can pull out now... You should do it though, I don't wanna hurt you. You ready?"

I lift my hips and give him a little tug; yeah, I think we can do it now, it's softer than it was when he was screwing me and his knot isn't much bigger than it was when we got started. I shuffle forward on my knees and put my hands on his shoulders to brace myself, then lift my hips... I try to pull away from him but it's hard for me to relax and let him go. I flex my whole body forward and his eyes roll back...

"Aaaah!"

His knot escapes me with a wet sloppy smack, cum splattering all over the bed and his stomach. I can feel his warm seed drooling down my balls. I flop down to his side and roll onto my back, legs in the air. I feel so empty now- that's a new sensation.

We lay on our backs next to each other panting for a while and eventually Puck pipes up,"I'll be right back." He gets up and leaves the room, and I hear him doing something in the bathroom. He returns less than a minute later with a hot, wet towel and sits down on the bed next to me and starts gingerly wiping down my cum-matted fur... First my belly, then ever so gently on my messy tailhole, up my balls and flaccid cock. I just lay back basking in afterglow while I watch him clean me up. His cock is still dangling out of his slit, and he gives himself a rough wipe before tossing the towel into the hamper.

"I need a smoke after that one, wanna join me on the balcony?"

"I didn't know you had a balcony..."

"Yeah, it's through the kitchen... C'mon." He digs into his end table and grabs a pack and a lighter, puts a thin black cigarette in his beak, then brusquely picks me up and carries me out of the room. I giggle and let him manhandle me, I'm getting used to being in his arms. When we get to the kitchen he gently sets me down and I barely keep my balance, my legs are so wobbly.

He whips open a sliding door to a small balcony and sits down on a wooden bench, lighting his cigarette. It doesn't smell like a regular smoke, it's got a spicy fragrant smell to it. I sit down next to him and lean hard into his shoulder like I was when we were watching the movie. I'm completely naked and his dick is still dangling out of his slit proudly... We're in plain view to anyone who decides to look out their window, and we're right above a street that's pretty busy during the day. There are probably two dozen apartments that have a clear view of us sitting here nude.

"Isn't this a little... Brazen? Anyone can see us like this." I actually don't even care, I'm feeling pretty proud of myself right now.

Puck's making a point of holding his cigarette as far away from me as he can. He takes a long drag and blows it up and away from me, "What are they gonna do? Call the cops and tell them they were creeping on some cubs in the middle of the night?" 

I guess not. He wraps his arm around me again and I melt into him. It's a cool breezy night, the street is relatively quiet. There are still people milling about below us, I think there are some bars and late night restaurants nearby, but nobody seems to notice us up here. The fresh air is nice on my naked fur, and I like the smell of whatever is in his cigarette too. 

"You're really sweet, Arthur."

Oh. I look up at him and he's smiling benignly at me again.

"I think Lyra set this up to mess with us, but I'm glad she did."

I don't know how to respond to that... So I press my muzzle into his chest. He laughs. "You're a quiet little thing, aren't you?" He runs his hand through my hair. 

When he's finished with his smoke, his boner has subsided enough that he can at last tuck it back into his damp, messy thong. He pitches his cigarette butt onto the street below. 

"Alright, let's turn in kiddo."

He picks me up in a princess carry and lugs me back into his bedroom; I still can't help but giggle the whole time he's holding me. He kicks the door shut and tosses me unceremoniously onto the bed, and flips a couple of switches on the wall. Now only one of the dim fairy lights is on, and I can barely see him in low red light. I can't help but yawn extravagantly as soon as I hit the bed... I think it's almost 2am, it's very late. Puck slides onto the bed beside me, then grabs the blankets that got bunched up at the foot of the bed while we were having sex and whips them over top of us. He shuffles closer under the covers and wraps his arms around me. We're beak to muzzle. I wrap my arms around him too and he pulls me closer. Now his beak is pressed into my neck, and he whispers, "Good night, right? We should do this again."

"Yeah..." I'm grinning ear to ear. He can't see me in the dark but there's no way to conceal my excitement. "...I really like you, Puck."

He chuckles. “I like you too, Arthur.”