Rules of Engagement

Chapter 3

By Roofles

It was the same day, just later in the evening when the SUV pulled up and Marcy got out of her personal car. She was on the phone again as she strode towards the door, locking the car without even checking as she continued to argue with the person on the other line. Marcy had another long day working on the coming wedding, dealing with clients for work and trying to spend some girl time with her brides maids.

“And now your telling me you ran Branden off?” Marcy said loudly as she ended the call. It had been Branden on the other line who was telling a very different side to the story. “Look, sweetie.” She said between clench teeth. “You don't have many guy friends around here. You need someone to be groomsmen and Branden would have made a perfect best man!”

Charles didn't feel the need to point out how the thing that bugged her the most about this wasn't how he and her coworker hadn't gotten along, how her coworker ended being a close minded biggot. No, none of that. It had been over how it effected her and the wedding ceremony.

As everything seemed to be these days. About her.

Everything had to be perfect right down to the smallest detail. The flowers had to have the same number of petals, each table the same number of people at them. It had to be at this time, this date in this location and the weather “better not be too sunny” or her great grandma wouldn't be able to come.

And once more, it all looped back to her. Her wants, her needs and how it effected her.

It had been one thing after another since Charles proposed to her. It was more of an obligation than a want at the time. Charles only ended up proposing because it had been their Sixth year anniversary and the two were in the same spot as they had been when they first started. His parents had been pushing him, his sisters were nagging to settle down. His brothers had their own families and were having kids! Of course his mother reminded him about this every single day. His defense? He was waiting to get married.

And finally, Marcy had asked that dreaded question. “Where is this relationship going?” Something that made every man shudder to their very core.

And here they finally were, the two buying a house together with a wedding only two months away. They were working on combining their assets, their bank accounts. Their gym memberships! Everything was becoming them or we or us. She never asked what he wanted and when she did? There was a clear “right answer” and a “wrong one.” In the end it was easier to just let her handle everything.

Which only bugged her more.

“This is your wedding too.” She'd bring up only when he did something wrong. “You have to have some say in it! You just don't care, do you?” And this wasn't even a fight. It was just another day in their life.

Charles could remember how great it had been before. Slow evenings, long nights. They both liked the same programing, same food and Charles got along great with all of her close girlfriends. Problem was, all that changed once the wedding date was set and the families tried to take over.

“They're only trying to help!” Marcy insisted as he was nagged all throughout dinner. “You should let your cousin stay in the guest bedroom, that's why we have it.” Charles knew she hated the cousin in question. She really wanted him to have a best man. No matter the cost it seemed.

Charles had wanted to use a coworker for the role. However, Marcy's family was extremely traditional and he wasn't allowed to have a female best man. In fact everything was so traditional, it felt artificial. That this wasn't their wedding but their families. How they wanted it to be. The irony behind that was her family had the oldest out of wedlock, they both were heavy drinkers and worse gossips. They were the Christians who claimed to be Christian by speaking out the loudest rather than actually trying to be. Her father had cheated on her mother years ago, they had talked about divorce, there was history of abuse. It was one thing after another they all wanted to pretend didn't happen, sweeping it under the rug and trying to bury it away.

Togo had been correct as well. It had been ages since Marcy had initiated anything, sexually. Charles had tried but even cuddling wasn't an option. She wasn't in the mood or had a headache or just “an early morning.” Sex was off the table. A hand job wasn't even an option. A blow job… well she had never really done that for him before. According to his friends, who happened to be girls, most didn't give or like to give blow jobs. Sex was vanilla with a capital V.

The nuclear family. Two and a half kids with a mother and father in traditional roles. Charles knew she was being hounded about working so much and that she needed to be astay at home mom for her family they didn't even have yet. He loved his job but it wasn't the most money making thing, seeing as how he didn't have to work fifteen hour days and he also got weekends off. He was suppose to be the provider, the bread winner. It was 2016, the traditional family their families wanted didn't exist anymore.

Charles had enough and the two got into a fight over it soon after she arrived home that night, late as usual. “You're parents are divorced!” He laughed, the very notion that they thought to tell them how to have a proper family was a joke. He knew they had been talking about it forever but it was Marcy's sister her ended up blabbing it to him one late night.

“T-they aren't divorced!” She said back, her face growing red in embarrassment. She still had her hair up in a bun and still had her business suit on. This felt more like a meeting at work than dinner between two soon to be newly weds.

“They sleep in different rooms. They never talk, ever. They don't eat together. They have their own finical accounts and taxes… they're divorced!” Charles stated. A sensitive issue he knew but when they were calling to tell them how to “do it right” it got under his skin. They were trying to have the happy family they never did; living through them as it were.

“They have their problems, but they're working through it!” Marcy just stuck up her nose proudly, always believing her family could get through anything. Of course, that didn't count her youngest brother who no one ever talked about. The drug using, tax evading, drop out that’s most likely hopping trains or dead in a ditch somewhere.

“So we should learn from their mistakes? Is that it?” Charles laughed at the notion. “They can't just order us around to have the wedding they wished they wanted to have their entire life.” Marcy was about to argue when Charles used his trump card. “When was Sandra born?” He asked, talking about her eldest sister.

“What?” Marcy asked, taken back.

“Sandra was born only six months after their wedding.” Charles let that sink in. “No one is perfect. They never waited to have sex until they were married.” A sensitive issue for him seeing as how he wasn't getting any, from her that is.

Marcy was about to reply when her phone rang. She answered it without even thinking making Charles toss up his arms.

“And this is why we can never talk! You and that stupid phone.” He huffed and stormed off, grabbing his coat and slamming the door behind him. He didn't wait for her answer as he searched for his car keys and ended up halfway down the road before he cooled down.

He could have talked that out further but this wasn't the first time they argued about it. There were so many things they needed to talk about and work out but neither of the two seemed to be able too. They both blamed it on the wedding and, in the end, resenting the other for it as if it were truly their fault.

There was a bar on the corner of fifth and West street that he liked to go too. The two used to come here all the time, back when they had just been dating. He went there now, as if hoping to find the memory of the woman he had fallen for. Even then, as he walked in the front door and hiked up his collar in hopes of hiding his face from view; it was hard. Hard to recall what it was that had made him go through with it all.

They had been best friends for sure. They got along great and had a lot in common. Where does the line between friends change though? That last thought made him think of someone else.

Charles just downed a bottle and ordered another, checking his phone. He had gotten no new messages from anyone. A depressing thing in itself. He had wanted to call Marcy back, to apologize but the fact she hadn't even texted him or called just made him feel bitter about it all.

“This was a mistake.” He mumbled to himself, unsure what he fully meant by that.

It was almost an hour later, Charles ended up just nursing his drink not wanting to push things. He wasn't left alone, mulling over his thoughts for long after that however.

“Seat taken?” An all too familiar voice asked, pulling out the stool next to him and sitting down at the counter. The black and white husky ordered a boilermaker before looking at him with a soft smile on his face.

“Sup.” Charles said without looking over at him. His eyes drifted over as the canine dropped the shot into the beer and took a few gulps with a satisfied sigh. “You out drinkin' away your woes too?”

“Nah.” Togo just shrugged a shoulder. “Buddy saw ya' though.” The husky thumbed over his shoulder. The man didn't look. The beagle was most likely gone anyways. “It's not that big of a town anyways.” Togo just added offhandedly. “Not like I'm stalking ya'.” He teased a bit, the husky sounded tired himself however. It must've been a long day for the canine.

Charles snorted at that. “Don't got much to stalk.” The man just said depressingly.

Togo grunted in reply unsure what was going on. “Women?” The husky finally asked a good three minutes later. It was one of those things that you sit down and have a beer or two before talking about.

“Women.” Charles just replied.

“Good ol' ball an' chain.” The husky just nodded as if he knew what he was talking about.

“Nothings ever good enough.” Charles just vented, starting off with. Being open and vague about it.

“Too true.” Togo just said simply, keeping it short and agreeing with him as the man continued to grumble aloud. Venting was a good means of relief in itself and the husky was pleasant company to have through it as Charles started in.

The two eventually moved over to one of the side booths, a dim light hanging above, and continued their conversation. A rather one sided conversation as Charles just let everything out and Togo just nodded along, agreeing with every single word he said. The husky didn't play devil's advocate, he didn't try to be reasonable. When someone needed to vent what they really needed was just someone there for them. And Togo made sure Charles did have someone.

“Then the floral costs are as much as my car payment!” Charles only rolled his eyes, tossing an arm up into the air. The canine was sitting on the other side and had his arms folded on the table, watching the man go on. Charles liked to exaggerate things, gesturing with nearly every word he said. He was vocal and expressive. Togo liked that.

Canines were the most popular amongst the other species. They seemed to fit in the best with human society. They were an expressive bunch that was more than happy to share things. Togo's ears would jump up and move as he spoke, his hands always moving as the canine described something. His tail alone could tell someone what sort of mood he was in.

It was nice to meet another that showed themselves so easily. Togo was growing fond of his friend.

Charles changed subjects however, most likely due to the fact he had been the one talking so much for the past hour and a half. “How is a husky like you so… husky?” Charles snorted as the black and white canine kicked him under the table after.

“What?” Togo looked down at himself, Charles could tell he was flexing now. “This is mostly winter fur.”

“In the middle of Spring?” Charles cocked an eyebrow at that, snorting once more.

“It sheds throughout.” Togo just grinned back.

“I recall.” Charles feigned a gag as if he were choking on a furball. That made the husky snort loudly.

“And here I thought you just swallowed.” Togo teased a bit, glad they were talking about something else. That Charles wasn't focusing so much on her. And that the man himself just seemed to be happier, here with him.

Togo touched his hand. His ears fell back as Charles unconsciously pulled his hand away without even seeming to notice; as if Togo touching his hand had been an accident. A pang tugged at the husky's heart but he quickly waved it away.

“Fur my fat ass.” Charles just continued. “I mean you work outside like all day. I thought husky's were suppose to be lean muscle, sledding dog… canines.” Charles made sure to correct himself. Even if they were friends the stigma that came along with calling them dogs was still something he wasn't about to step on. It wasn't his place, he would never fully understand about it.

“That's a stereotype I'll have you know!” Togo pointed at him, baring teeth before barking a laugh. The husky was just as expressive, if not more so than the man was. “Can you blame a guy for enjoying a beer or two? A slice of pizza?” He added slapping his gut. “I'm not about to fast and not enjoy myself when I can! A pizza slice never hurt, every now and then.”

“Or the whole box?” Charles offered with a shrug. Togo just laughed at that.

“Meat lovers delight baby.” And the husky grinned lewdly. “Can't go wrong there.” The husky growled with a wink.

“Nope.” Charles agreed with a shrug.

“Did you know they are making pretzel crust now! With cheese inside!” Togo eyes lit up, muzzle drooling a bit.

“About damn time!” Charles slammed a fist on the table. The two shared another laugh at that.

“It shows.” Togo nodded at him. “You work out?”

“I need to get back into it, honestly. Not getting any younger.”

“Or thinner.” Togo stuck out just the tip of his tongue through his black lips. If he did anymore, it looked odd.

“Fucker.” Charles flipped him off.

Togo just shrugged. “Could come to my gym if you don't mind the smell of dog.” The husky said the word with ease, the stigma not applying to him. Charles thought that over.

“I like the smell of canine.” Charles flushed a bit at his own words. Togo grin spread from ear to ear at that.

“Oh, baby. I know you do.”

“Fuck you.” Charles only flushed brighter, kicking him under the table.

Togo just snorted at the idea. The husky brushed his hair out of his eyes, stretching, flexing and knowing the man was watching his every move. Togo arms were thick and his shoulders broad, he had a powerful chest as well.

“You plannin' on heading back sometime tonight?” Togo finally inquired, having waited an appropriate amount of time before asking.

Charles looked away from the husky, Togo finally seeming to notice the man had been staring. “Not sure, yet.” Charles rolled the bottle around in his hand. The cool glass felt good against his palm. He felt warmer than he was, unsure why. “Not until she asleep.” He ended up just shrugging with a chuckle.

“Healthy.” Togo chuckled, teasing him a bit before going silent at the truth behind those words. The husky rested both elbows on the table and propped his head up, staring at the man now with his brown and blue eye. One part of the dog wanted to tell his friend to just go home, work things out and talk through this. Another, bigger, part of him wanted the man to want to seek him for such comfort. The bigger part won, it also was making his pants uncomfortably tight.

Togo never claimed to be a good guy, no. He was sure he was just another dirty dog at the end of the night. Still, no one was as eager to play with him as this bent up 'straight' guy that had the hots for him. Togo could smell his arousal, Charles attraction to him and it made his fur stand on in. The thrill of going behind someones back. The taboo of doing it with a human. The fact the man wanted him as much, if not more, was only icing on the penis as far as Togo was concerned.

It took a moment, great painstakingly care before the husky was able to coerce Charles hand into his own. The husky rubbed it between both of his and warmed the cold fingers. Togo looked down as he did so, not making eye contact and didn't say anything.

His hands were strong, warm and those pink paw pads were surprisingly comforting if a bit coarse from a hard days work.

“This place is a bit of a downer.” Togo finally said, looking off to the side. He could see a few guys staring their way. One was interested, Togo could tell. The other two wanted to beat their asses in a different fashion. To make sure things didn't get ugly, the husky got up. “You can crash at my place until the heat dies down.” Togo said referring to more than one thing.

“I don't know.” Charles asked, yet the man was already getting up.

“No worries.” Togo just shrugged one shoulder, helping him out a bit. “More beer at my place.” He ended up just offering instead. “It's free.”

“Free beer, huh?” Charles ended up asking. The last thing before he got into the husky's truck and the two were headed towards the questionable part of town.

Charles didn't say anything, though he quip about it. “Nice neighborhood.”

“It's the cheapest place in town for a reason.” Togo just shrugged. “Don't worry, I'll protect you.” The husky winked. Charles flipped him off. “I also got a 9 mill under the seat.” The husky added.

“Oh, cool.” Charles said eying the dog wearily, figuring he was joking.

Togo didn't add anything else and Charles didn't push the issue.

“Got a few roomies.” Togo just continued with as he slipped the key into the door and undid the three deadlocks on it. Charles wasn't too nervous, even if he half clung to the canines back as a car back fired in the distance. Charles was sure it was just a car back firing... “Ignore them, they'll ignore you.”

“Bring home guys often?” Charles snorted, as a joke unaware how truthful it had been.

“Something like that.” Togo rolled his eyes, opened the door and strode in. He took off his coat, Charles followed suit and already three sets of eyes were on him.

“Whose the toy?” A rather large doberman asked. The shirtless dog had his legs tossed over the shoulders of a Shiba Inu on the floor between them. The two were playing games. The last guy was in the kitchen cooking up something for dinner. It smelled like gravy and Charles couldn't put his finger on what else. Possibly bacon.

“Not yours.” Togo just flipped the doberman off who grin widely in turn.

“That only happened once, Toke.” The doberman grin only widened as the Shiba Inu shifted uncomfortably. The doberman flexed, keeping the other dog in place as he teased the husky at the door.

“Twice.” The guy from the kitchen ended up jumping in, leaning down under the cupboards and looking at the new toy. He was a rather bulky looking wolf with heavy shoulders, a large chest and didn't seem to be wearing anything at all. “Not counting the time with that little… what cha ma call it?” The wolf asked looking towards the other two. The big wolf had a quizzical look, one ear was splayed out and the other was straight up. Charles didn't dare laugh at him however.

“Cat.” The doberman rolled his eyes. “It was a cat.”

“Harsh.” Charles wanted to say but thought better of it. Best not to anger with a wolf that could bench press him in half. With one hand. Blindfolded and drunk.

“Come on.” Togo just said heading towards the back room, down the hall. Charles smiled, waved at the others and followed.

“How long you think this one last?” Charles overheard one of the other guys say. There was a bit of laughter after that.

“The hell was that about?” Charles asked with a bit of a frown.

“The Doberman is Dale. He thinks he's funny.” Togo just grumbled, tossing his stuff onto the side table. The canine also pulled his concealed weapon from the back of his pants, double checked it before locking it up in one of the drawers. The husky hadn't been kidding that he had been packing heat.

The room was a mess. There were cloths here and there, old used cups near the door and the garbage was overflowing. The closet had been left open and most of it's contents spilled out onto the floor.

“I'm not here often.” Togo said in his defense. Charles was focusing on the books that had been left open on a small desk. Papers were scattered about and from the looks of it they were from some sort of engineering class the husky was taking.

Charles focused on that. “What classes you taking?”

“Just introduction-ary stuff.” Togo mumbled stretching as he kicked his shoes off. He dropped to all fours the next second and rummaged around under his bed before pulling out a hookah and small, unmarked baggy.

“Hah, I haven't seen one of those since college.” Charles said, walking over a bit. Togo patted the bed next to him as the husky filled it and began to light. “Didn't know it was legalized here yet.” He added taking a seat next to the husky, making Togo looking over at him.

“Dude. You need a smoke more than I do.” And the husky was the first to take a breath. Before Charles could retort, he got a mouthful of smoke as the canine kissed him, blowing it into his mouth.

Togo didn't wait for it to kick in as he reached down and just blindly groped the man as he pulled him roughly into bed with him. It was going to be one of those nights. Maybe it had been the taste of him, swallowing his load only a few hours before.

Maybe it was the smell of this man. The feel of him between his fingers or against his body. The heat of him. The sound of his voice? Togo didn't know, he didn't care. It was just nice to have another warm body in bed with him this night.

Charles was an amateur, sure. But Togo could train him, it wouldn't be hard or take long. The man was eager to learn from the master. Togo would take it easy this time with him, better not break out the whips and chains until round two.

“Fuck, that's strong.” Charles coughed already feeling light headed. He was grinning like an idiot, on top of the dog, straddling his hips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Togo took another puff, holding the tube with a hand as he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had pasted those cheap little dollar store stars on the ceiling and was just staring at them.

Charles bent down for another puff but Togo tilted his muzzle to the side, offering him the other spout instead. Charles got off, sitting next to him and took another drag.

“You ok?” Charles just asked after blowing smoke from his nostrils. He used to smoke a pack of cigs during college, working as many hours as possible while doing so. The stress nearly killed him. “Seem tense.” Charles offered a hand on the husky's bare chest, unsure when Togo had taken his shirt off or if he had been wearing one under his coat.

Togo took his hand and began to bring it down to his groin.

“Togo.” Charles ended up saying his name a bit louder, snapping the husky out of his funk.

“What?” The husky asked, sitting up now and looking at him as if to ask why he stopped.

“Dude.” Charles said pulling his hand free and just looking at his friend. “You ok?”

Togo was about to make a crude remark at that and only ended laying back down, taking another long puff and blowing it through his snout.

“Fucking long day.” The husky finally said with a frown. It was his turn to vent.

“Yeah?” Charles rested back next to him. This time Togo offered him the same spout. Charles took it.

“Just… another day of shit. After the party,” Togo said the word trying not to mull over it. “Had work. Worked most the day. Then ended up being ripped off.” As he spoke, Charles could feel let alone hear the growl in his voice. “Dude didn't pay me a single thing. Was about to break down his fucking garden bed when he called the fucking cops.”

“The fuck.” Charles sat up a bit, handing the tube back.

“Happens all the time. Just this was a real work. Nearly broke my back at the end.” Togo grumbled bitterly, grinding his teeth before sighing and shaking his head.

Charles wasn't sure how to respond, so he took a good mouthful of smoke before kissing the dog and blowing it into his mouth. “Just returning the favor.” He added after, scratching the husky scruffy chest fur. Letting it slide through his fingers, coating his hand in the husky's waxing, musky scent.

Togo groaned a bit at that, rubbing his back into the bed and stretching out. “I ended up using too much weed b gone on his award winning rose patch.” Togo snorted, smoke creeping out the sides of his muzzle as he spoke. “Only after he told me he wasn't paying me a dime, of course. Better than taking a piss on 'em.”

“Hah, that's hilarious.” Charles just rested back, scratching at his chest still. “Sorry bud. To hear that. Some guys are just dicks.”

Togo groaned, covering both eyes with an arm.

“And you still came out to see me at a bar, huh?”

“Well was hoping you'd get down on yours knees to be honest.” Togo laughed, sitting up and looking at him. Charles moved back with a frown. “Look, it's just… ya' know? After a shit day you need a good blow!” Togo shook his head, his ears folding to the side. “Not used to you know… talkin' first.”

“Talking in general.” Charles half smiled knowing too well about that. In his case however, he didn't even get something out of it. Just another cold, lonely night with blue balls.

Togo only groaned louder, covering his face with his hands now. “I know. I know!” The husky shook his head. He was great at small talk, at flirting but little else. The black and white husky sat up. “Sex is just easier.” The husky snorted. “I'm good at that! I suck at this.”

“Well we can just talk, you know.” Charles shrugged. “I'm not a piece of meat.” He added with some amusement, thinking of the implications behind that. He placed a hand on the husky's knee. “I'm here for ya pal.”

Togo mulled that over before letting out his a gruff bark and sat up. “Just this fucking douche at work!” The husky instantly jumped into the matter, letting his anger out finally.. “Fucking asshole makes me work a double shift on his damn rose bed and ends up stiffing me! Saying he wasn't going to pay me and he wanted me off his property before he called the police.” Togo grumbled bitterly, clenching his hands into fists and growling to himself, hackles rising up. “Just another rich asshole who thinks he's better than the working dog.”

“The fuck? Couldn't you have just called the police instead?” The man asked without thinking.

Togo just looked at him with an annoyed frown.

“Right.” Charles recalled that Togo was being paid under the table for the work as it was. And the fact he was in fact a canine would be a whole other issues. People seemed more than happy about drawing a gun on any who ended up stepping on their property and claiming it was in self defense.

There had been such a case like that in the last week and Charles couldn't say much else on the defense.

“How much was it?” He ended up asking, reaching for his wallet without thinking. He could pay the difference.

“Couple hundred.” Togo snorted, waving the man off. “I don't want your money, man. I want that fuckers money.” The husky snarled before flopping onto his back and taking another hit, he tossed a hand up. “I give up. I just quit.”

“You quit?” Charles asked, trying not to laugh at the husky's antics.

“Life.” Togo turned one hand into a gun and shot it at the roof. “I quit life.”

Charles just agreed, thinking of his own problems and laid back next to the husky. He had the back of his head in the husky's armpit and turned over a bit to face him. He scratched absentmindedly at Togo's stomach.

The husky growled comfortably at that.

Togo had thick white and black fur. The center of his chest was fluffier than the rest and that extra fluff ran up and around his neck to connect with his mane and down his stomach in a thin line, between his legs like a fluffy happy trail. It wasn't white or black, nor was it gray. It was a mix of the two, one strand of fur white another black giving it an almost gray appearance. Charles just figured it was a canine's version of body hair.

Togo had a gut, Charles couldn't deny that. But as his hand continued to explore the husky's body, scratching under that thick fur, he could feel the muscle underneath. Over his chest and along his arms. Even when he moved down to scratch over the husky's legs. Pure muscle. The man was jealous how fit the husky actually was from how he appeared and knew why he was called husky.

Charles also wasn't aware that he was scratching between the canine's legs until after he had begun. He wasn't sure what was in that stuff, but he liked it as he took another long puff.

So he just continued at it. Scratching at the husky's thick curly grayish fur between his legs, over his sack and up along his sheath until he was just groping the man laying next to him openly.

Togo just stretched his toes, murring deeply to himself as his tongue lolled out the side of his mouth. He needed this kind of unwonted attention to his package. Not something filled with lust, of someone who didn't even know his name. This was different. It was something almost special and Togo needed it. It just wasn't the same at all when he gave it to himself, even if he could bend that way.

The husky's thick musk was already beginning to fill the room with his unders around his knees. With that and the high swirling around in his head, Charles was giggling himself from it all as he rested his head on the husky's stomach and stared down wantonly at the husky's groin.

His thicker fluffy fur wasn't gray or white or black. Some strands of fur were white, some were black and they were just meshed together in a flowing wave around his plump sheath. It was a captivating, beautiful sight in the high Charles was under. He could get drunk off this husky's junk any day of the week. A white tipped sheath slowly rose and fell with Togo's heavy breathing.

Togo rubbed the back of Charles head with one hand, using his other arm to rest his head on. The husky didn't push him down, didn't even encourage him. No, instead Togo was just enjoying the feel of the man laying against him, scritching his head fur for the comfort of it rather than just seeking more.

The two knew it would come, but it would be Charles choice to do it. Neither forcing the other. That's how it had always been between them and that lust was just one thing that made Togo so attracted to this man.

Charles moved down, just enough to give the slit of his sheath a kiss as if it were a pair of lips. A kiss that turned crude and vulgar the next second as Charles wrapped his lips around it, slipping his tongue inside and made the whole husky stand at attention from the deep, probing affection of it. Togo was not expecting that.

“Shit.” Togo cursed sitting up a bit at that, arcing his back as Charles tasted the inside of his sheath, the smooth salty flavored texture of it. He scratched Charles head, trying not to let his grin show as a tendril of drool still connected his sheath to the man's mouth after he pulled off. “Got to warn a bro before doing that.”

Charles wiped his mouth. “Sorry?” He answered, before giggling a bit. Togo rolled his eyes.

“Such a lightweight.” He shook his head, scooting back on his bed and pulling Charles along.

The husky didn't even put much effort into dragging Charles along, pulling the man up and on top of the canine as he laid back on the bed. Charles was more than happy to join him, this time to be with him than for the pure lust of it all. Their lips met before Charles could object and strong arms wrapped around him, rubbing over his back and underneath of his shirt. Claws dragging down his side as Togo growled up at him playfully.

Togo just grinned lewdly, tasting himself on the man's lips. Probing the man's mouth that had probed him so. Probe. The word made Togo giggle.

“How long can you stay?” The husky growled as he asked, biting the man's lower lip and giving it a playful tug. Togo wasn't one to ask such things, not thinking ahead during it all. Still he found himself asking now, a soft whine to his voice as if afraid he'd just up and leave him like this.

“As long as you want baby.” Charles just teased back, licking his nose before gagging and looking away.

“Dog snouts are a little different.” Togo chuckled, wiggling his bumpy wet nose. “It's better for other things though.” He added, pulling up the man's shirt and pushing it right against the fuzz on Charles chest. “Pants.” Togo ordered as he hugged the man's torso against his face. It was rather difficult to remove his pants as Togo hugged him tighter, growling when he tried to pull away. The husky had no complaints with this. Not a single bit as he licked over one of his nipples, nosing at the crook of his arm before giving his chest a loving nip.

“Good.” Togo added, sitting up as Charles pulled his shirt fully off now.

Togo ate up the man's body, hungrily with his eyes. Usually he'd turn the lights off, put a dimmer on and set the mood so he didn't have to fully look at the other male. The lights were on bright and Togo didn't mind one bit.

Togo took the man's hips and guided them back, having Charles on all fours above him as the husky laid down. Togo didn't tell him, he just guided the man with both hands to turn around, facing the other way and coaxing Charles back so that the husky could slurp up over the side of his ass cheek before opening his drooling muzzle wide and biting it.

Charles yipped as the teeth clamped around his rear, tight enough to leave a bruise the follow day. The sound made the husky growl. He loved that sound. Humans always tried to act like they weren't animals too, until you were in the heat of the moment that is. Growling, moaning, begging for more just like a dog. Togo's dog that is. The thought, the idea of it all made the husky buck his hips a bit.

Charles jumped again, feeling that cold wet nose press right underneath his sack as the teeth let go. A smoldering hot tongue lapping up over his balls the next second and strong, amble fingers pulling him down right onto the husky's face as that steamy hot breath washed over his exposed, naked rear. Togo didn't need to buck his hips to tell Charles what he wanted, he did so anyways. As if knowing what Togo had in mind.

Charles buried his face against the husky's groin and got two legs wrapped around his head in thanks. He got a mouthful of husky balls and a fat sheath rubbing over one cheek as those powerful legs pulled him right down into the husky's aching groin. The man wasn't sure if this was 69ing with another male or if this was just a very friendly, high and probably drunk husky hugging him… upside down. If so, he'd have to hug the husky more often.

Togo's thighs were strong, and warm as it rubbed against his other cheeks. Togo gave his whole head another strong squeeze of a hug. The dog continued to hold him with his hands, lapping away at his groin as they rocked back and forth on the small bed.

Not familiar with the position, never having done it ever before, Charles just ended up copying the canine and bit Togo's thigh. Unfortunately, Togo accepted the challenge and ended up returning the favor and Charles tapped out not even five seconds later. The husky's bite far worse than his bark.

He laughed, rolling on his side and rubbing his inner thigh after Togo finally let go, a good couple minutes later. There were clear markings of where Togo had bit him.

“Too much meat for ya?” Togo grinned, showing every pearly white tooth in his long muzzle.

“Too much fur, rather.” Charles gagged, pulling a tuft of fur from his mouth. “I think your uh… shedding.” He added, picking up another tuft of fur right off the husky's inner thigh and dropped it off the bed.

Togo frowned a bit. “You try wearing a fricking sweater vest of fur your whole life!” The dog scratched furiously at his chest and flopped back. “I'm burning up! Always! It's horrible. The holidays are over and I still have my winter coat! So forgive me,” he sat up. Frowning at him. “If I shed a bit.” And shoved him with one foot.

Charles just looked at the disgruntled husky. Then picked at another tuft of fur from him and dropped it off the side of the bed. Then another. And finally one more for good measure.

“Shhtoppp!” Togo whined, swatting his hand away with both of his own and covering his face in embarrassment. Charles could clearly see the smile on the, wagging, husky's face.

Charles just laughed at the husky's antics once more. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so relax, laying around naked no less with another male. A canine at that. This whole experience was new to him and yet, Charles could get used to it.

“One of these days I'll have to help you.” Charles snorted, shaking his head. He was about to say more but Togo jumped on the idea.

“I even have a fur brush we can use! It's specially made so stray fur gets pulled out, yet it's easy to clean. Makes me coat feel so soft after! Be great to have someone do my back for a change!” Togo just went on, wide eyed and wagging even more than he had been before; sitting up now.

Charles only nodded, trying not to laugh at the canine's blight.

“I'm just jealous.” Togo went on, petting one of Charles legs. “You got some fuzz sure. But nothing like me.” The canine shook his head. “You're so lucky!”

“Lucky? For what?” Charles asked.

Togo pulled one of his legs over and onto his lap, continued to pet over it. “So smooth, don't got to worry about the heat during the summer! It doesn't bunch up in all the wrong places when you have to wear cloths. And no furballs when licking.” Togo added with a wink.

“What? Well you don't got to worry about sunblock!” Charles countered. “You can wear nothing at all and still be called decent because you have your own sweater vest.” The man winked, using the canines own words.

“Well you can be licked all over!” Togo demonstrated, licking Charles big toe. “Get some syrup, pour some beer over ya and have a go.” The husky giggled for nearly a full minute after that, clearly Charles wasn't the only one enjoying the recreational downtime.

“Well it's fun to scratch and pet your fluffiness!” Charles moved closer, petting over one of the husky's legs. Togo was masculine, muscular and fluffier than anyone Charles had ever met. Most of it was smooth, well trimmed and managed. His chest on the other hand….

“Shtoopp!” Togo ended up whining as Charles scratched up and all over his chest, scooting between his legs and not even seeming to mind the husky's groin pushing against his stomach. “I give! I give!” The husky begged, kicked and sprawled out giving in to the scritching. Togo leaned back a bit but unable to reach everywhere, the husky sat up instead just enough for Charles to scratch every inch of his fluffy chest and sides.

“See. Everyone loves the fluff.” Charles chuckled. Togo ended up hugging him and pulling him face first against his muscular chest, right between his pecs as he wrapped his legs tightly around him and humped against Charles. Once, twice and thrice for good measure, grinding against the man now without a care.

The husky rolled him over, laying down against him as he fiddled with something on his nightstand. It took a moment or two to set it up. Charles could feel the steady, strong heartbeat of the canine pressing down against him as the sound of his heart, thumped against his face. Togo was warm, he always was. He could smell the other man, still holding him tightly against his chest with one arm. It all, everything in this moment was as relaxing as a hit from the hookah. Maybe more so.

Music began to play as Togo pulled back to look down at him. The man pinned underneath him with both hands now, pushed against his bed and staring up at him with that longing, lust filled glossy eyes. The black and white husky could practically taste it as he moved down, turning his head just enough to one side before sealing his velvet smooth, chocolate lips against Charles. And they tasted each other once more as their tongues met in passionate heat.

Hands groped one another, bodies twisted and turned as legs tangled and fought for dominance. Two heated bodies pressed against one another as they clawed their hands down each others backs, panting, breathing into the other as the continued the sensual experience of each other in a frenzy of cuddling gropes.

Togo dragged his fingers through Charles's hair, bringing them down to rub and hold the side of his face. Petting over them. Then just holding them as Charles kissed his way down the husky's chest and over his stomach and down to his groin once more. The husky dry humped him over and over again as somehow Charles got the upper hand and was on top of him. Togo didn't question it as he rolled his head back, holding the back of Charles head as he rolled his hips up against him. Charles pushing Togo down against the bed and shaking the head rest as he kissed and licked and nuzzled the husky's groin. Teasing and tormenting the canine with bliss until his thick cock slid free finally of that overstuffed sheath.

Charles was breathing heavily as he moved his way back up, crawling onto the dog's hips and straddling him once more. He pressed his chest down against Togo's, forcing his lips against that snout once more and giving into the kiss that soon followed.

A slow, deep, passionate kiss as the two just held one another, the man sitting in the canine's lap as that thickness rubbed against his inner thigh. Charles pushed his own inflamed cock against the husky's belly.

The music couldn't drown out the groaning, moans of the two sweaty males. It couldn't hide the slurping sounds of their kisses or the panting, labored breaths as they grinding against each other. It didn't even dampen the sound of the squeaking bed they were rocking back and forth with the heat of their passion. It only fueled their fervor lust for one another as even their socks were pulled and kicked aside like the burden they were as they touched and felt every inch of each other with each other.

It was the husky who gasped as Charles, following only pure instinct, guiding his throbbing length down and into the canine's fat sheath. Teasing the entrance before gliding inside as if it were meant for this very purpose.

Togo might've said his name but it had been lost in the deep growl that soon followed. The husky took both of his hips in hand, strong fingers digging into them as, with a howl, the canine gave a single thrust forcing every inch that could possible fit into his sheath, into himself. His own self having spilled out already to drape over one of his muscular thighs. The tip was drooling profusely.

Charles bit his lip, trying to hold back as his whole body tensed from the feel of Togo around him. His grip tightened on the husky's arms as the canine didn't let go, didn't move and just soaked in the feel of it all. The warm, smoothness of his inside that wrapped around his shaft and he wondered if this was how Togo always felt like. He envied it, and almost came then and there.

The man laid out over him, butt up in the air as they kissed once more. Exchanging the pleasure between the two with their lips, their very bodies as they panted in ecstasy, holding each others sweaty hot bodies.

Togo teased him, fingering the man and making him squirm delightfully in his strong grasp. Togo just blamed the man, having his rear up in the air like that. Just teasing him so. Charles didn't refuse, didn't say no. He only moaned against him from it all and it made the husky's knot swell some more.

“It'd be your first?” Togo spoke more for himself, grinning at the thought of popping this man's cherry with his knot. Charles didn't even hear him as he tightened his rear, panting heavily against the dog's shoulder and just resting against him as Togo continued to tease his tight tail hole with a finger, running a dull nail down his crack and making Charles shudder and shiver from the feel of it.

Togo jaw's opened slowly before clasping down on the man's shoulder, tightly, canines embedding into bare flesh as he guided that rear to rest on him. Togo was standing at attention, his tip jumping as the flesh met that tight tail hole. It kept leaking, making the shaft glisten in the dim lighting of the room. It throbbed with the feel of him, the feel of it all. Only getting bigger as the night grew on.

Togo didn't speak, only growled as Charles tried to pull back. The man was blushing, he was breathing heavy and the look in his eyes alone told the canine just how much he was afraid of what was to come. As well as how much he wanted, needed it. Hungry for his cock.

That tapered shaft didn't wait for permission before sliding, pushing and thrusting itself into man who yelped once more. Crying out in pain that turned into a whimpering, pleasure. Charles had arced his back, clamping his eyes shut as the feel of Togo forcing his way in made every muscle in his body tense up. Tighten in resistance.

Togo just held his hips there, making sure the man didn't move as he rolled his hips clockwise, teasing the opening further and helping lube the entrance for what was to come. Only the tip of him was in and it was enough of a leverage for the canine to continue on. That throbbing pink shaft pumped another decent palm size load of pre into the man. Coating his inside with the husky love.

The feel of it, the feel of that pre filling him made Charles's eyes tear up. That or it was the pressure of the size of Togo as the husky brought his hips down slowly on a good portion of his pride and joy. On his red rocket. The husky growled deeply once more, his own eyes fluttering shut as he gave this man his all.

Togo waited again, letting his self lubricating pre help the man get ready. That or the husky was just enjoying himself too damn much to force himself any further inside, yet. Wanting to savor every inch that slipped further inside this man's tight tail hole. He could feel the resistance, could smell the man's arousal and feel the heat pouring from his body as another inch humped prematurely inside.

The husky was lost in it all, his body acting on it's own as he tried to contain himself. Bringing the man further down into his lap with his hands but his hips kept bucking, humping into him as another pleasurable coarse of electricity shot down his shaft and made the husky's toes curl; sack tightening against him and Togo whimpered. A soft weak sound as the pure feel of him was almost overpowering, it made his knees weak and legs turn to jelly. Every second of this moment was more than he could ever hope or ask for.

Togo's tail only wagged faster as he continued.

All the way until the man was sitting in his lap an, only then, did Togo let go of his shoulder. The husky licked over the bruised mark, almost keen to a hicky but far more feral in nature. He grinned at his work, feeling the man tighten around him once more as he allowed Charles to lift up off his chest and sit, back straight, in the husky's lap. Skewered, stuck to, supported by Togo's shaft.

The canine knew better though. The man was sitting on the best part, his knot. It was engorged and pushing against his rear as the man just panted and ached as that shaft continued to throb, pulsing and release coat after coat of lubricating pre.

Togo savored the look on his face, the pain was slowly diminishing and pleasure was taking it's place. Togo knew the size of him made it rather difficult to enjoy such an experience, at first. The pre helped with that. Each dose soothing Charles aching muscles as it covered his inside as it continued to pump from the canine's length.

The feeling of being filled was indescribable. It was warm and soothing at the same time as erotic to the point his own shaft was leaking, messing up the fur on Togo's belly. The husky just watched him though, petting over his sides as he breathed slow and deep through his nose and out his muzzle. He could taste the man's arousal, the smell was so strong. The heat and feel of him so exhilarating that Togo had to clench his jaw tightly shut to force himself from ending this too soon.

Charles had to hold the back of Togo's hands as the husky began to roll his hips upwards. Somehow Togo had slipped his fingers between Charles, holding his hands as he continued to roll his hips upwards. It took Charles a moment longer than need be before he got into the rhythm of it. Togo didn't mind. Every extra second of this was pure bliss as he watched the man now, just carving this moment into his memory as he gave his all to this first timer. So no matter what, Charles couldn't ever replace him as the best he ever had.

“Hey,” Togo breathed softly. It took a moment before he whispered again, upwards at the man. “Babe,” Togo coaxed Charles back down. To rest against him as the husky held him tightly with both of his strong arms. “Are you ready?” Togo asked, licking the side of his face lovingly, nuzzling against his hair and ear after.

“Yeah.” Charles just breathed back, hugging the husky back. The two friends held each other tightly as Togo closed his eyes, letting out an extended breath before pulling out an inch and a half. Then Togo, with a deep animalistic growl, slammed his hips right against Charles.

The man cried out as that engorged knot was forcibly shoved inside him. It swelled, locking and tying the two together for hours to come the next second.

Charles was laid on his side as Togo kissed over his face, petting his sides and let the man relax for a few after.

Neither of the two were sure when Togo actually began humping against him again. Instead they just enjoyed the feel of the other, still holding one another as they shared in this moment. The lust had died down, though Togo was still rock hard inside the man. They just went along with the motions as Togo began such a practiced routine, he might as well have been breathing.

Charles could feel his inside before rubbed against, his rear being tugged at each time Togo pulled back and just closed his eyes as Togo did the work for the both of him. He hugged the husky, resting his head against the taller canine's chest and matched the husky's heavy, labored breaths as he continued his work.

Togo held his hips, petted his side. They rolled over so the husky was on top, Charles was turned to his side. From one position they moved into another, the two tied together throughout as Togo pushed Charles face against the bed one second; then was on his back, laying half off the bed the next.

Neither cared. Hours could've gone by and neither would've said a word about it. They were together now, in this night and backwards, forwards, reverse, side to side. It didn't matter as they met once more with their lips, hugging and holding each other soon to be underneath the covers laying down and using the same pillow, facing each other.

Togo's load was dumping itself into this man, this human who was knotted and tied to his very core. They kissed as Charles was being filled to the point he thought he could hold no more, and then did. He shivered once more as their lips parted and he groaned, facing down as Togo just continued to fill him with everything he had. Petting the side of his face with the back of one hand, kissing his nose the next second and whispering those three words that made Charles's world turn upside down.

It was hours later, as they laid together listening to the sound of the other's heartbeat, the sound of their breaths as they laid together on a bed made for one. The music having all but been forgotten. Charles could only hear, only smell, taste and see Togo, this husky laying next to hm. His whole world was his in this moment as, finally, the canine seemed to stop leaking inside him. Charles was numb from it all, unable to even feel his toes as he looked up at the husky.

“Togo,” he asked. “Will you be my best man?”