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Moans, Whimpers and Surprises (LEMON)

Still a little bit coughing Marshall just stays silent thinking about what just happened. He just drank Chase's cum! No one told him if that was a good or a bad thing or if it was even possible. But now he knows that it is... but is it healthy? "That wasn't really what I planned", the Dalmatian whispers to himself as he places his paw onto his throat, slowly pressuring it a little bit as he continuous his monologue, "But I had no other option... Chase's legs held me as tight as they possible could and left me no way to go, nothing to do..." He turns his glimpse onto the floor and notices a few white drops on it. Most likely it was his own precum as he pulled back as fast as he could. Then he switches it onto his friend, who still lays on his back with a satisfied look on his face, a slightly shaking body and his sheath but his cock is already on its way back into its prison to seek for new energy. First the Dalmatian has no idea what he should say now and luckily he doesn't even have to because now Chase makes his moves as he rolls onto his stomach and just spectates his firefighting buddy, who seems to be lost in his thoughts. "Hey", he begins but his voice still sounds kind of funny and not totally refreshed. The volume is very quiet and the manliness also disappeared almost completely. Instead the sounds of breathing and whispering take its place as he continuous, "That was amazing Marshall! I've never did something like that before but I really wanna do it again..." When Marshall told him about the whole foreplay and mating thing the police pup never really thought about doing it again. Doing it the first time already felt strange and a little bit scary but the feelings he witnessed during his treatment and the thoughts of doing it all with Marshall encouraged him and made him enjoy it even more. It felt like something he always wanted but never knew about, an unknown dream that finally came true. But his friend seems to have trouble with something as he opens his mouth as if he wants to yawn but stops, shutting his eyes close almost instantly followed by a quiet whimper. "Marshall?", Chase panics and gets onto his feet, which are still shaking and weak and not used to carry his weight right now. The climax really drained his energy but seeing Marshall like that seems to activate a spare battery just for emergencies. And this is one for sure!

Without thinking about it the German Shepherd takes a few steps until he stands in front of the white dog in his red firefighting jacket. His helmet is gone but it isn't far away. It lays only one meter away, next to the couch. It most likely flew away as Marshall pulled himself back to finally empty and close his mouth. Marshall, who is now concentrated on his jaw and the slight pain he feels when he closes and opens it, notices the sudden movement and glances at the brownish pup for a few seconds until he moves his mouth again. "What happened?", Chase asks his friend but gains no answer first but a few attempts, which fail after the first word. "I... You... When..." He tries his best to tell him but every time he opens his mouth the pain stops him and forces him to close it again so he just shows him that he can't talk right now. He places one paw on his mouth and moves the other one to the left and back to the right as fast as he can. His head does the same thing. "You can't talk right now? Okay... Should we wait?", Chase answers and gains a nod in return which relieves him a little bit but the imagination what may happened to Marshall still won't disappear. A few minutes goes by in which Chase just sits next to his friend and supports him by rubbing his shoulders, talking to him and even massaging his jaw... at least that's what he calls it when he carefully rubs it. "Okay... I think that should do it", Marshall finally manages to say his first sentence without noticing any pain or even the slightest sting, "I never thought a jaw could burn and sting like that." He begins to laugh but Chase isn't really interested in laughing right now. He wants to know what happened and how his jaw could hurt like that. "Marshall? What happened? Was it something I did?" That would be the worst thing by far! He never wants to hurt his friends but hurting Marshall would be a nightmare coming true! "Well... It was you and it wasn't you at the same time", the Dalmatian explains as he rubs the back of his head, notices his missing helmet and searches for it with his eyes. But after only six seconds he notices the red object and sighs in relief because he knows now that he has not lost it. "I know you don't know that but you had a climax when I gave you that blowjob. It was when you began to tense your whole body and when you screamed. When you tensed up you captured me with your legs by accident and kinda forced me to keep your cock in my muzzle... And I guess the sudden force made my jaw a little bit sore because I had to stay that way for a many seconds", the Dalmatian tries his best to say it without blaming his friend for his action but without the success he wanted to reach. With a guiltily expression appearing on the brown face and preventing eye contact with his good friend Chase sighs