There was nothing like a muzzle full of cum to get rid of pesky morning breath.

Kiro licked the last bits from the corners of his mouth, savoring the traces of wolf musk before swallowing.  Idly twirling the ankh around his neck with one paw, he smiled at nothing in particular.  A smile didn't have to have a reason, per se.  A job well done, in this particular case, the paycheck in his belly.

From the shower came a disjointed, slightly out-of-tune whistling the folf couldn't place.  Most of the time when Blaidd whistled in the shower the notes didn't belong to any certain song, but Kiro had grown used to it so it didn't bother him.  It told him the wolf was in a good mood.  He'd better be, after that blowjob.

Kiro's stomach growled.  The cum had woken it up.  He rubbed the white fur of his belly, noting the slight plumpness below it.  Blaidd hadn't returned the favor.  

While the wolf finished up, Kiro palmed himself until a slick black inch peeked back at him.  "Good morning," he said to it, smiling through fangs.  "Yeah, I know.  You'll get your chance soon."

The water sound changed from a constant stream to a barrage of drips.  Soaking wet wolf fur.  At least it would smell good now.  Well, clean instead of musky.  Blaidd continued his vagely musical whistling while he toweled off, a ten-minute job.  When he finally emerged back into the bedroom he was running a brush over his chest, taking care of mats the conditioner couldn't vanquish.  

"Need to make an appointment with the groomers," said the wolf, a scowl of consternation wrinkling his muzzle.  "Getting a little too long in the chest and tail."

"You look fine to me," Kiro said with another sheath squeeze.  Blaidd didn't see him, so concentrated was he on his fur.  

"Try walking around with mats in your crotch, then tell me about it."

Kiro watched him pace back into the bathroom, where Blaidd took a dryer to the last traces of dampness in the hard-to-reach places.  One black inch became two, hidden and revealed over and over by his paw.  He started thinking, and the thinking turned to scheming.  It wouldn't be hard, really.  He'd put on the soft sell, and if that didn't work, there was always forceful persuasion.  

Padding back in and over to the dresser, the wolf took out a clean pair of boxers and pulled them on, followed by his favorite pair of brown cargo shorts, taken directly from the floor where they spent more time than on a hanger in the closet.  Kiro rolled out of bed and onto his feet, stretched, and sidled up behind Blaidd while the wolf cinched his belt.

"I have needs too, you know."  The smarmy seductive voice worked only sometimes, but the point was that it worked at all.  Kiro slid his paws around Blaidd's chest and down toward his waistband, running claws through the light grey fur there.  His sheath, quite hard now with the prospect of what he wanted to do, dug up against the wolf's covered backside, resulting in an involuntarily hiked tail.

Blaidd sighed.  "I realize that, but as you can see I'm trying to get ready for work.  Which I'm running late for.  You don't want me to get fired, do you?"  It would have been a valid point if the wolf's job was strict about punctuality.  Even a half-hour delay got only a mild reprimand.  Blaidd had time.

"Of course not.  But we could make it a quickie.  Five minutes, tops.  Just get on your knees and do your muzzle magic."  And Blaidd did have a magic muzzle.  Full-bore, he frequently popped Kiro in under a minute, when they were really rushed.  

The wolf reached for a shirt but dropped it when Kiro's paws firmly grabbed his junk.  "Please, Kiro.  I'll make it up to you.  I gotta get going."  Instead of letting go, however, the folf doubled down with a jaw around Blaidd's neck.  The wolf shivered but kept firm.  He was also getting firm, all over again.  

"I'm too worked up, unfortunately.  Watching you strut around half-naked makes me want to do things to you.  It's your own damn fault for being so sexy."  Kiro opened his jaw a bit wider, feeling the tendons stretch to accommodate Blaidd's neck, a generous mouthful.  He tried to keep talking but the fur muffled the words.  

"I told you, I don't have-hurkk!"  Kiro clamped down on the rest of whatever it was Blaidd had tried to say, his paws flailing weakly at the folf's head, finding little purchase.  

In one swift move, Kiro interlaced his arms in Blaidd's to keep the wolf steady while he tilted his head and moved to the top of the skull, holding firm, teeth carefully encased in lips.  Meanwhile, Blaidd's struggles became a little less frantic.

He was no stranger to this kind of play.  And once Kiro had ahold of him, Kiro wouldn't let go.

Keeping the bite just strong enough to not allow easy escape, the folf knelt to the floor, taking his "prey" with him.  The process would be much easier without a fight against gravity.  Once both canines were kneeling, Kiro yawed his chin back and forth until a pair of dull snaps signified the unhingeing of his jawbone, a skill particularly suited to this task.  Almost immediately Blaidd's eyes slid past the folf's lips and he largely stopped struggling.

It was a sensation not alien to Blaidd; he'd been here many times before.  He was miffed, of course.  Miffed at Kiro's libido, miffed at Kiro's timing, miffed that he was boning up again.  With what little light passed through the folf's teeth he could see a bit of hard palate and nothing more.  Closing his eyes against the wet heat, he sighed, knowing it would be much more uncomfortable if he tried to get away.  

"So you're just going to swallow me, shorts and all, this time?"

Kiro nodded.  Blaidd's ears folded and slipped in.

"Don't you think the zippers and such will hurt a little doing down?"

"Uh-uh."  With a headshake to emphasize the point.  It was all he could manage with a mouthful of wolf head.

"Sigh."  

With Blaidd slipping in bit by bit, each inch gained meant a bit more leverage for the rest.  Kiro wasn't into chewing so much as swallowing whole, like some predatory snake, except this seemed more cannibalistic.  They were both canids, after all.  But since the folf ate him more out of love than anything else-and they both ended up enjoying it-the point was moot anyway.

Paws roamed around his sides and down his flat stomach, tracing the soft shelves of his abs before sneaking their way into his shorts, pulling him further in even as they groped around his shaft and growing knot, lending a tingle to the action.  

Warmth engulfed his shoulders; once Kiro got his cheeks around them the rest was a foregone conclusion.  With his ears folded flat, he couldn't hear much except for his own fur sliding down the folf's gullet and some gentle cracking and popping as bones and tissues shifted to make room for his body.  Sometimes Kiro didn't have the best breath, like after a glass of sweet tea or a steak dinner, but the scent of his own cum on the folf's tongue was kind of reassuring.  

He slid further down and his arms folded across each other from the pressure.  Even Kiro's cheeks had limits.  

"I hope you're having fun, cuz I sure ain't," he said to the back of the folf's esophagus, though what came out didn't much sound like words.  If Kiro wanted to carry on a conversation he wouldn't be able to, with his vocal cords squished by wolf parts.  Until Blaidd was securely ensconced, communication was one-way only.  

For now, Kiro's paws did all the talking, and they were coaxing the lupine's cock out into his shorts and tight against the tough material.  He couldn't deny that it felt good, just like the folf's wakeup blowjob had felt good.  There was rarely a time when somebody handling his junk felt bad.  And since he couldn't reverse the peristalsis (pleasantly undulating) he resigned and enjoyed himself.

Kiro crouched over the lower half of the wolf's body, playing with some of his favorite toys.  He could take off the shorts and let Blaidd get off rubbing all the way down, or he could finish him manually before he got too far.  Before that happened he would have to pick up the wolf and take the rest of him vertically, using gravity to help.  He poked around his neck and felt the vaguely wolf-shaped lump there, the various contours that stretched his black-and-white throat every which way.  Lucky for him Blaidd didn't feel like struggling.  That way he could concentrate on the sensation.

His fangs now up against the first set of abs, he stroked the wolf in one paw, the other rolling around the fat grey balls.  Blaidd had another load in there, he just knew it.  And he would get it out one way or another.  He could work it without even looking, going just by feel.  He knew every contour and vein, every sensitive spot.  And he gripped around that spot now, using short strokes to make the wolf squirm.  And squirm he did, his splayed legs kicking about helplessly.

Having nothing but warm, wet darkness to look at, Blaidd found himself in a uniquely sensory-deprived environment.  The odd slosh and rumble, combined with the sensations from his bits out in the open, made for a pleasant amplification.  With his feet on the floor he knew he was still in a more-or-less horizontal position.  Kiro's grip was sure and true; the wolf felt the pressure building already.  He tried panting in the tight space but only succeeded in making himself lightheaded from the lack of fresh air.  Fortunately, this also made his dick feel even more sensitive.  

Kiro picked up on this, smiling-or at least trying to smile-around Blaidd's midsection, his paw working quicker as the wolf tried to maintain some leverage on the floor.  He lifted the shorts so he could watch the action and hopefully not get any cum in his eyes.  The lump that was Blaidd's muzzle worked opened and closed somewhere down deep and the first shot sailed over Kiro's head.  He aimed down and the rest missed the end of his nose by centimeters.  Fresh wolf musk flooded into his nostrils, fueling his own untended erection.  Taking advantage of the wolf's spasming body, he pawed through the last of the orgasm before cradling his buttocks and lifting him vertical.  

Runnels of seed ran down to meet his lips and soak past them, unable to be licked up because Kiro's tongue was somewhere around the other side of Blaidd's torso.  No matter; it'd end up in his belly with the rest of the wolf anyway.

Blaidd felt the shift and the twist as his body upended to the new position, still winded from his climax.  He'd barely finished shooting when he felt his head press up against a wall of pressure.  But his weight opened it up and he popped through into a slightly more open space that smelled vaguely acidic.  Nothing he hadn't already experienced.  At least he could talk now, and hear.

"You just couldn't wait, could you?  You're awfully greedy when it comes to cum."

"Uh huh," Kiro managed, and Blaidd could hear it clearly through the folf's stomach.  His shoulders breached the space but his paws remained stuck in the passage.  He felt like Houdini.

Kiro had to hold the wolf's lower half so they both didn't topple while he worked his lips over Blaidd's waistband (belt included, sweatstained and bitter), arguably more difficult than ingesting a naked meal.  It might hurt a little going down, but his insides were stretchy enough to accommodate some cotton and leather.  Well past the point of no return, Blaidd's voice and the fullness in his stomach made any discomfort well worth it.

Eventually the folf bent his legs under and switched to a sitting position once Blaidd's pelvis was on its way down so he could get at his sheath, now tight and in need of release.  He fell the last little bit, wedging a few more inches in at once, gaining a yelp from the wolf.

"Watch it!" came the muffled complaint, followed by a light punch to the gut-from the inside, about as close to pregnancy as he was likely to get.  Kiro tried to apologize but no appreciable words came out.  He couldn't look down so he had to find his bits by touch, which was always a good way to find bits.  His sheath already pressed nearly horizontal, the only thing left inside was the knot, which the folf exposed with a short slide of his fingers.  He had to make it quick before his belly grew too big to reach around.  

I knew he'd end up jerking it, Blaidd thought when he felt the motion coupled with moans from above.  Scrunched up at one end of the soft dark space, his legs still caught up in Kiro's esophagus and his feet tickling teeth, he had precious little to do but wait it out.  One side of his mind was irritated-no, pissed off-that the folf had made him late for work, but there was always that other side that enjoyed the unique intimacy that came with these couplings.  So he couldn't be too mad for long.  He settled for a mild pout.  Besides, Kiro's pawing made for a good lower-back massage, and he squirmed just a little bit because he knew the folf liked that.

At last, Blaidd's feet passed far enough for Kiro to swallow, though it only freed up his larynx and didn't speed things up any.  At least he could talk now, once he adjusted his jaw back into place, the telltale dull crack followed by a few trial openings and closings.  He might be sore for a bit, but it was worth it.  

"Yeah, just like that," he murmured so the wolf could hear above his heartbeat.  "Right there, with your butt."  He knew Blaidd couldn't move much if at all, but he might as well try.  Soon he felt the underside of his stomach, normally flat and hard, pressing against the top of his cock while he stroked from underneath.  All those organs pressed every which way made for a pleasant pressure everywhere and especially down low, where his balls seemed just about ready to explode with or without his help.

Blaidd just assumed he was sitting on the right spot based on the folf's voice and quickening pulse.  It was also getting warmer, a sign of imminent release.  With one last firm tug, his feet slipped into the space followed by a small torrent of saliva and who knew what else.  This new leverage allowed him to press more firmly against Kiro's hardness, though the folf was past the point of no return already.

Struggling to maintain a grip around his bloated tummy, Kiro got to the brink before his arm cramped up.  He didn't need the touch anyway; Blaidd kept up enough sensation for him to twitch the rest of the way through climax.  Whatever mess on the floor he would clean up later, when he was able to walk again, let alone stand up.  For now he just sat, panting and happy, rubbing the sides of the giant beachball under his chin.  

"You okay in there?" he managed after a couple of minutes.  "You're not moving."

"I'm not dead, if that's what you mean."

"Quit your bitching.  You enjoyed it."  

"Whatever," Blaidd harumphed, but it was true.  Despite the bad timing, it might as well have been a romp in bed for all the good it did them both.  

"Ahhhh!  What are you doing?" Kiro shouted, starting.  "Interior raspberries?"

Just then Blaidd noticed the subtle vibration too.  It was coming from his back pocket.  He had forgotten to charge his phone last night.  

Reaching, he managed to get his paw around back, with much grunting and yipping from the folf.  The screen glowed blue-green in the tight space, lending an eerie air.  

"Was that seriously your phone?" Kiro asked.

"Yeah," Blaidd said, reading.  "It's my boss.  Someone rear-ended him so he's late to open up the shop."  He bounced around while the folf chuckled.  

"See?  I told you everything would work out.  You gotta have faith, man."

"Faith, my tail."  The wolf elbowed Kiro behind the navel.  "Lucky for you I enjoy it as much as you do."

"And that's why I love you," the folf singsonged, hugging them both at the same time.