Collar the Wild

Supplemental 3.5 - Hess's Obsession

Cal waits for Hess to reach the ground floor before grabbing his collar and dragging him under the stairs. He presses him back against the wall and brings their muzzles close.

"Hey look at you being all roughmmmh!"

The white wolf forces his lips against the other's and starts exploring Hess's mouth with his tongue, licking and swapping saliva. The pinned wolf moans and grabs the other's sides to bring them closer together as their dicks cavort to a similar dance as the one performed in their muzzles. Cal pulls away and licks his lips, smiling.

"I knew you'd take the first chance you got." He smirks "There's an unfamiliar vintage of cock musk in your mouth."

"You caught me." Hess admits breathily. "It's good innit?"

Cal pushes himself into the chubby wolf, sandwiching him against the wall behind. Their mouths connect again with renewed vigour, the heat of their breath igniting the foreign and inviting odour as it passes between them. A pair of white hands firmly squeeze and molest Hess's sides, inducing vocalised nasal gasps. They grip and knead into the soft fur, clutching at the doughy excess in a manner known to be liked.

"You wanna be a good boy for me too?" Cal musters between lusty pants.

Hess looks into the blue eyes of his friend and whimpers, nodding a slight head-bob. "I love it when you're in a top mood," he mewls, lowering himself and working his hands down the front of the thinner wolf's body as he goes.

His hands clasp the dainty thighs as he absorbs one of his favourite sights. The beauty of a furry sheath, hugging a half-swollen knot, and a dense shaft, pulsing invitingly. The sheen of the red skin glittering in the hallway's scattered light, a pearl of clear gel working its way down the length from the tip. He pulls one hand away from the leg and escapes it under and around the twin sac, gently clasping it, rolling around its contents.

Hess pushes his face close to the hot appendage, having to cross his eyes to keep it in focus. For the love of this perfect design, he allows himself to submit wholly, treating it as a sacred object meant to be worshipped. He embraces the head with a kiss, tasting that slippery bead of pre as it wets his lips and promises more. With a slow, hot exhale that makes it flinch and throb, he pushes forward and slots everything into his willing muzzle until he bumps against the knot.

A contented groan from the wolf above fires his drive to continue, but he waits there for a few moments to enjoy this sensation. The perfect fit of Cal's cock, tightly squashed to the roof of his mouth while his tongue kneads the underside with slow and meaningful brushes, drawing out more of that precious fluid. He opens his jaws for another warming breath out, making sure to only breathe in through his nose; a trick he learnt from Cal so as to not chill the sensitive flesh. He closes his maw once again and pushes further forward, gently pressuring the sheath back with his teeth until it snaps past the halfway point and allows it to grow fuller.

A shame, he knows, that it can't engorge completely while the collar is on, but still he's happy with it being in his mouth. Cal's is the only one of the wolves where he can do that without gagging and enjoys taking his time with it when he gets the opportunity. He swills his tongue around, gathering up whatever scents may still be left on the surface from being cooped up inside that fluffy jacket, and another moan from above tells him he's doing a good job. He likes being useful.

Hess pulls back, dragging his lips over the contours with perfect suction until it slips free and hangs down under its own weight. A hand combs through the fur on his head and pulls him back to the crotch, but with the dick drooping heavily, his muzzle is brought into the tuft of pubic fur. He huffs it deeply and starts licking around the rim of the sheath, cleaning it as thoroughly as he did the shaft it bore. Not until he's deemed finished, does the grip on his skull relax and he can lean away.

"That's enough," Cal says dejectedly, and pulls the sheath back over the knot and down as much of the length as it will stretch, teasing a final dribble of precum which he immediately wipes on Hess's face. "You have to make breakfast."

"I know." The chubby wolf grumbles from the floor, not letting his eyes veer from his friend's genitals. Reluctantly, a hand goes up and he's helped to his feet.

"I'll start getting the table ready." Cal leans down and kisses Hess's forehead. Which is met immediately with a returned smooch to his lips. "That's enough you, stop being so cute."

"Or what?" Comes the cocky response with a childish titter.

Cal denies him a response and saunters off with his erection swinging in direct opposition to his tail. Hess watches until the door closes and goes off to the kitchen with his cock in hand.