Tied Up with Desire!
By: Mikolai
The coyote’s fur was matted with sweat and dust, his claws clicking softly against the hardwood floor as he pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder. The room smelled like old socks, cheap cologne, and the faint chemical tang of a video game console left running too long. A single sock dangled from the edge of an overflowing laundry basket, and posters of bands neither boy actually listened to anymore curled at the corners.

The squirrel hopped onto the bed, his bushy tail flicking as he surveyed the battlefield of discarded snack wrappers and half-finished homework. He turned on the nightstand lamp. "Dude," he said, nose twitching, "your room smells like a locker room got into a fistfight with a pizza box." The coyote just grinned, flopping onto the floor with a thud and sending a rogue energy drink rolling under the desk.

Moonlight bled through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows from the mismatched furniture. The desk was a disaster zone of chewed pencils; a laptop balanced precariously on a tower of dog-eared manga volumes. Beneath it, a tangle of charging cables slithered like neon vines, and a single glowing LED from a forgotten gaming headset pulsed like a lazy firefly.

The coyote stretched, his claws scraping against a rug that had once been beige before years of muddy pawprints, and spilled soda had baptized it into something more abstract. His eyes caught the glint of something under the bed, probably that missing switchblade comb his mom kept asking about. The squirrel, meanwhile, had begun excavating a nest in the mountain of throw pillows, tossing aside ones with suspicious stains with a chitter of disapproval.

"Hey," the coyote said, rolling onto his side and propping his head up with one arm. His name was Kaelan, tall for a fourteen-year-old, wiry but built like he could outrun trouble if it came knocking. His fur was the color of sun-bleached sandstone, darker along his spine where it bristled slightly when he was relaxed. Orange eyes, sharp enough to catch the flicker of a lizard in tall grass, now just looked tired. His hair was cropped short to avoid the whole "mangy stray" aesthetic his mom hated, stuck up in tufts where he'd been sweating under his backward baseball cap. The shirt he wore had once proclaimed allegiance to some band, but the logo had long since cracked into illegibility. His shorts were pale blue with rips here and there; they had seen better days.

Sean, small for a thirteen-year-old boy, lean, built like he could dart up a tree before you even thought to chase him, had fur the color of autumn leaves, a reddish-brown that caught the moonlight in warm streaks. His dark brown eyes glittered with the restless energy of someone who'd spent the last four hours trying (and failing) to out-climb Kaelan in the woods behind the subdivision. His hair was a mess of russet spikes, perpetually wind-tousled, and his clothes were practical: black athletic shorts, a faded band tee two sizes too big, and fingerless gloves he swore helped him grip tree bark better.

He flicked his tail, sending a stray pillow tumbling to the floor, and fixed Kaelan with a look. "So," he said, his voice dry, "you gonna tell me why you've been acting like you swallowed a beehive all day, or am I supposed to guess?" He punctuated the question by snatching a half-eaten granola bar from the nightstand, sniffing it once before cramming it into his mouth with a crunch.

Kaelan exhaled sharply through his nose, rolling onto his back and staring at the water-stained ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stars plastered there had long since stopped glowing, but he still traced the constellations they'd imagined as kids, the Howling Wolf, the Acorn Thief, the Great Dumbass (which was just a squiggle Sean had insisted on looking like their math teacher).

"They're splitting," he said finally, the words tasting like gravel. "Dad's keeping the house. Mom's moving to her sister's place in Colorado." His claws flexed against the rug, shredding a loose thread into frayed confetti. "They did the whole 'it's not you' speech. Like I'm dumb enough to buy that."

Sean stopped mid-chewing, crumbs dusting his whiskers. The granola bar suddenly felt like cement in his throat. He'd known something was gnawing at Kaelan all afternoon, the way he'd ripped bark off trees with his claws instead of climbing, how he'd snapped at the neighbor's yapping chihuahua with a snarl that sent the little beast whimpering home. But this? Sean's tail coiled tight around his waist, the way it did when he was eleven and watched his own dad walk out with a duffel bag. 

Moonlight caught the wet gleam in Kaelan's eyes before he wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw. Sean pretended not to notice, focusing instead on the peeling band logo on his own glove. The silence between them wasn't the comfortable kind; it was the heavy, suffocating sort that made the room feel smaller, the ceiling lower.

Then Sean moved, sliding off the bed with the quiet grace of someone who'd spent his life navigating branches that might snap underfoot. He settled beside Kaelan on the rug, their shoulders almost touching. The coyote's scent, sunbaked fur and the sharp musk of adolescent boy, mixed with the lingering sweetness of a stolen granola bar. Without a word, Sean tilted his head and pressed his lips against Kaelan's muzzle, quick and warm, the way he'd done a hundred times since they'd figured out this thing between them last summer behind the old oak tree.

"It'll be okay," Sean murmured against his fur, voice softer than the rustle of dry leaves. His fingers found Kaelan's paw, claws still dug into the rug, and pried them loose gently. "I'm here."

Kaelan exhaled, long and shuddering. "Thanks," he muttered, rolling his head to look at Sean. The squirrel's nose twitched in that way it did when he was trying not to cry, whiskers trembling. "I heard them arguing last night. Mom kept saying... shit about how I was unnatural. That she couldn't love a son who'd 'chosen this.'" His ears flattened against his skull. "Dad told her to shut the hell up. Said I was their kid no matter what. That was when she threw the photo frame against the wall."

Sean's grip tightened around Kaelan's paw, claws pricking just enough to ground him. The air smelled like salt now, the sharp tang of tears cutting through the stale room.

"Yeah," Sean said quietly. His thumb traced the ragged edge of Kaelan's claw where he'd bitten it raw earlier that week. "Your dad's got your back. That's something." He didn't say what they both knew, that having one parent who loved you unconditionally didn't stop the other's rejection from carving hollow spaces inside your ribs.

Kaelan's laugh was more of a scoff, bitter as the cheap energy drinks they'd chugged under the bleachers last semester. "Dad's cool," he admitted, flexing his paws against Sean's grip. "Even when he's ripping me a new one for dumb shit like trying to jump the creek on my bike." His claws twitched. "Mom though? That bitch never gave a fuck." The words tumbled out like rockslide debris, jagged and raw. "No matter how many trophies I brought home, how many times I brought home good grades, how many times I sat still for her church pics like some damn showdog, " His voice cracked, tail lashing against the rug.

Sean knew that ache, the hollow where someone's love should've been. He remembered standing on their cracked porch at eight years old, watching his dad's rusted pickup sputter down the road, the backseat full of grocery money and his little sister's birthday presents. He'd come back twice, once to steal Mom's wedding ring, once to cry on their doorstep when withdrawals turned his bones to glass. After that, silence. Sean's tail coiled tighter around himself like a living bandage. "Yeah," he muttered, picking at a loose thread in his glove. "Parents are fuckin' experts at making you feel like you're the one who failed."

Kaelan's claws flexed, shredding more threads from the rug. Moonlight caught the wet tracks through his muzzle fur. "I didn't choose this," he growled, voice thick. "Not the fur, not the claws, not-” His gaze flicked to Sean's mouth, then away. "None of it."

Sean's tail uncoiled like a released spring, thumping against Kaelan's leg. "Dumbass," he said, but the word came out tender, worn soft at the edges. He caught Kaelan's chin with gloved fingers, forcing eye contact. "You think I'd be here if you were faking it?" His thumb brushed the damp fur beneath Kaelan's eye. "You chew your claws raw when you're nervous, you snarl at anyone who looks at me sideways, and you still sleep with that mangy wolf plushie from third grade."

Kaelan made a choked noise halfway between protest and laughter, shoving at Sean's shoulder. "That's, shut up, " he muttered, but his ears perked slightly, the tight coil of his shoulders loosening just a fraction. The wolf plushie in question was wedged between the bed and the wall, one threadbare ear visible beneath a crumpled hoodie. Sean grinned, sharp and sudden, the expression lighting up his face like sunlight through maple leaves. "Face it, furball. You're stuck with me." He leaned in, close enough that his whiskers brushed Kaelan's muzzle. "And I like you like this. All claws and bad attitude and, " he flicked one-pointed ear, "terrible taste in decor."

Then he struck, fingers darting beneath Kaelan's arms with practiced precision, digging into the ticklish spots where fur thinned near his ribs. The coyote yelped, a startled, undignified sound, jerking backward so hard his skull thunked against the floor. "You little, " he wheezed, thrashing as Sean's fingers skittered down his sides, relentlessly. Kaelan's tail whipped wildly, knocking over a precariously stacked pile of manga with a crash. Laughter bubbled up raw and startled from his throat, cutting through the heavy air like summer lightning.

Sean grinned, feral and bright, pinning Kaelan's wrists with surprising strength for someone half his size. "There he is," he teased, whiskers twitching. "Was wondering where you'd buried that laugh." Kaelan's chest heaved, his fur mussed where Sean had attacked, ears finally lifting from their defeated flattening. The squirrel leaned in, close enough that his breath stirred the fur on Kaelan's cheek. "Your mom's a bitch," he said bluntly, voice low but carrying the weight of absolute conviction. "And my dad's a piece of shit. No reason to waste time worrying about miserable losers who don't know how to love us right."

Before Kaelan could respond, Sean kissed him. Not the quick pecks they'd traded since last summer, but something deeper, hungry, his fingers tangling in the coyote's chest fur. Kaelan froze for half a heartbeat, then melted into it with a muffled sound, claws flexing against Sean's hips. The squirrel tasted like stolen granola and the faint metallic tang of the chain he always wore, his heartbeat rabbit-quick against Kaelan's ribs.

When they broke apart, Sean's nose was twitching. "So," he said, voice rougher than usual, "where are your parents anyway?" He gestured at the silent house with a flick of his tail. "Place feels like a tomb."

Kaelan stretched, claws flexing before retracting. "Dad's over at Uncle Rick's fixing that busted truck," he said, rolling onto his stomach. The motion sent another manga volume sliding to the floor with a soft thump. "Told me he won't be back till tomorrow. Left forty bucks for pizza." He nudged the crumpled bill on the nightstand with his hand.

Sean's tail flicked, sending a stray sock sailing. "And your mom?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. The house had that hollow stillness of abandonment, no clatter of dishes or perfume-smell lingering in the hallway.

"Gone," Kaelan said, too casually, flipping open his phone with a claw. "Left this morning with two suitcases and her stupid ceramic angel collection." His thumb hovered over the pizza place's contact, then suddenly grinned, a flash of sharp canines. "Bet you twenty bucks I can eat a whole large pepperoni by myself."

Sean snorted, tail flicking against Kaelan's thigh. "I'll take that bet," he said, then leaned in, his breath warm against the coyote's ear. "But we should wait." His fingers trailed down Kaelan's chest, claws catching just slightly on the fabric. "House to ourselves all night?" His grin turned wicked. "Might as well... work up an appetite first."

Kaelan's ears perked, his earlier tension melting under the weight of Sean's suggestion.

They stood in a tangle of limbs and laughter, the coyote hauling the squirrel up by the waist, Sean's legs instinctively wrapping around him as their mouths crashed together again. Kaelan tasted like salt and sunlight, his fur still carrying the faint musk of their afternoon spent racing through the woods. Sean nipped at his lower lip, claws skimming up the back of Kaelan's shirt, tracing the ridges of his spine where fur thickened along his backbone.

Clothes hit the floor in haphazard piles, Sean's oversized band tee fluttering down first, followed by Kaelan's shredded shorts. The coyote's fur was darker where sweat had matted it against his chest, tapering into a soft trail of russet that led to the thicket of coarser curls at the base of his cock. He was already half-hard, the uncut length of him flushed dark against his belly as Sean's smaller hands roamed over him with possessive familiarity. The squirrel wasn't far behind, his own erection stirring against Kaelan's thigh, the ruddy fur between his legs damp with sweat and anticipation.

Their mouths crashed together again, all teeth and tongue and shared breath, until Kaelan broke away panting. "Hold on," he muttered, padding toward the closet with the rolling gait of his species, his tail flicking against Sean's knee as he passed. The hinges groaned as he yanked the door open, revealing a precarious stack of sports gear and forgotten birthday presents, including the discreet black duffel his dad had tossed at him last month with a gruff, "Don't make me regret this, pup."

Sean scrambled onto his knees, eyes gleaming as Kaelan unzipped the bag with a claw. The contents spilled onto the floor: neatly coiled bondage cuffs with padded interiors, a bottle of lube still three-quarters full, and an assortment of dildos in various sizes that made Sean's whiskers twitch. "Christ," Sean breathed, reaching for the smallest one, a tapered silicone piece with subtle ridges. "You rob a sex shop and didn’t tell me about it?”

Kaelan snorted, ears flicking back. "Dad handed it to me last month like a damn grenade," he muttered, nudging a pair of fur-lined cuffs toward Sean with his foot. The squirrel snatched them up, testing the straps with practiced fingers before shooting Kaelan a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

"Speaking of grenades..." Kaelan reached deeper into the duffel, pulling out a sleek black bundle that unfolded into a harness, thin straps designed to crisscross Sean's chest, buckles glinting in the dim light. Sean's tail puffed instantly, his nose twitching as he reached for it, but Kaelan held it just out of reach with a grin. "Nuh-uh. You know the rules."

Sean rolled his eyes but didn't protest, stretching his arms out with exaggerated patience. Kaelan knelt behind him, the harness cool against his palms as he guided the straps over Sean's shoulders. The squirrel's fur was softer here, russet fading into cream along his belly, and Kaelan couldn't resist pressing his muzzle against the dip of Sean's spine, inhaling the scent of him, warm earth and the faint pine shampoo he'd stolen from his sister's bathroom.

"You're such a sap," Sean muttered, but his tail flicked against Kaelan's thigh, betraying his amusement. The harness settled snug across his chest, the buckles clicking softly as Kaelan secured them with careful claws. He adjusted the straps, making sure they wouldn't chafe, his fingers lingering where Sean's ribs tapered into his narrow waist. The squirrel squirmed, his erection bobbing against his stomach, already leaking at the tip.

Kaelan leaned back, admiring his handiwork. The black straps stood out stark against Sean's russet fur, tracing the lean muscles of his chest in a way that made the coyote's breath hitch. "Fuck," Kaelan breathed, claws flexing against his own thighs. "You look..." His throat worked, struggling for words that didn't sound embarrassingly lovesick.

"Like a snack?" Sean supplied, rolling his hips with a smirk that showed off his sharp incisors. His tail flicked, brushing against the harness straps. "Or are we going for 'deliciously restrained' today?"

Kaelan groaned, dragging a paw down his muzzle. "Shut up," he muttered, but his ears were perked forward, gaze locked on the way the straps accentuated Sean's lean frame. The squirrel stretched, arching his back to make the leather creak, and Kaelan's claws dug into his own thighs.

Sean's fingers traced the harness's center strap, brows lifting. "Seriously though," he said, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "how the hell did your dad know exactly what we'd want?" His tail flicked toward the scattered toys. "This isn't just 'here's some condoms, don't knock anyone up' shit."

Kaelan's ears flattened, heat prickling beneath his fur. He grabbed a pillow and hurled it at Sean's smirking face. "Shut up," he growled, but there was no real bite to it. The squirrel caught the pillow with a laugh, tucking it behind his head as he stretched out on the rug, the harness straps shifting with each breath. Kaelan sighed, clawing at the back of his neck. "Might've... mentioned it during the sex talk," he muttered.

Sean's tail twitched upright like a flagpole. "No fucking way." He sat bolt upright, eyes wide. "You told your dad you wanted me to, " He gestured wildly at the harness, then at himself, whiskers trembling with barely contained laughter.

Kaelan's ears flattened completely now, his entire muzzle flushing darker than his chest fur. "Not, not like that," he growled, snatching the lube bottle from the duffel. The plastic was cool against his claws, slick with condensation from where it had rolled against a half-frozen water bottle during transport. "Just. General preferences." He hurled it onto the bed where it bounced twice before settling against Sean's discarded glove.

The squirrel's laughter dissolved into a sharp inhale as Kaelan yanked the remaining items from the bag with more force than necessary: a black silicone ball-gag still in its packaging, a padded blindfold with adjustable straps, the fur-lined cuffs they'd used last weekend when Sean had pinned him against the shower wall, and finally, the collar. It was simple black leather with a sturdy D-ring, the leash coiled neatly beside it. Kaelan dumped them all onto the rumpled sheets with a clatter of buckles, his tail lashing.

Sean eyed the spread with undisguised hunger, his claws flexing against his own thighs. "Planning to keep me?" he asked, voice rough, but his tail was already curling in anticipation, the tip flicking against Kaelan's knee. The coyote didn't answer, just lunged, catching Sean's mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation, his claws tangling in the squirrel's chest fur as he pushed him backward onto the mattress.

The collar was cool against Kaelan's palm when he broke away to grab it, the leather supple from being oiled. Sean's breath hitched as the coyote's claws brushed his throat, tilting his chin up with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes. "You good?" Kaelan murmured, thumbs tracing the delicate bones of Sean's jaw. The squirrel's answer was to press forward, nuzzling the clasp into Kaelan's waiting hands with a soft chitter. The buckle clicked shut with finality, the D-ring resting just above Sean's collarbone, stark against his russet fur.

Then came the cuffs. Kaelan worked with quiet efficiency, catching Sean's wrists one at a time, the squirrel offering no resistance as his arms were guided behind his back. The fur-lined restraints hugged his slender wrists snugly, the straps clicking into place with soft metallic sounds that seemed deafening in the quiet room. Sean tested them instinctively, muscles flexing against the give of the padding, and exhaled sharply through his nose when they held firm. "Asshole," he muttered, but his tail thumped against the mattress, betraying his excitement.

Kaelan ignored the jab, reaching for the blindfold instead. The padded fabric was cool against his claws as he unfolded it, careful not to let the straps tangle. Sean tilted his head up automatically, the collar shifting slightly against his throat as Kaelan positioned the blindfold over his eyes. The squirrel's whiskers trembled when the coyote's breath ghosted across his muzzle, the scent of sun-warmed fur and adolescent musk thick between them. "Still good?" Kaelan murmured, fingers lingering near the buckle. Sean's answer was a sharp nod, his claws digging into the sheets beneath him.

The coyote guided him onto his stomach with careful paws, arranging Sean's limbs with the same focused intensity he'd once reserved for building forts in the woods. A soft pillow slid beneath Sean's belly, lifting his hips until his ass arched invitingly, russet tail curled tight against the small of his back. Kaelan's breath hitched at the sight, the way Sean's fur tapered into a softer patch between his thighs, the delicate pink furl of him already glistening with anticipation.

Kaelan couldn't resist, his paw came down in a sharp, playful smack against Sean's right cheek, the sound cracking through the room like a snapped branch. Sean jolted with a muffled yelp, tail puffing instantly, but his hips pressed back into the contact, the harness straps creaking as he arched his spine. "Fucker," he hissed, though the words dissolved into a shudder when Kaelan's claws raked gently through the stinging spot.

The ball-gag's packaging crinkled as Kaelan tore it open with his teeth, the black silicone sphere glistening faintly in the dim light. Sean's nose twitched at the scent of new plastic, his breath already uneven as Kaelan nudged his muzzle open with two claws. "Open wide, chatterbox," Kaelan teased, watching Sean's sharp incisors part obediently. The gag slid into place with a soft pop, the straps settling snug behind Sean's head, muffling his next breath into a wet, anticipatory sound.

Kaelan drank in the sight, Sean sprawled across his rumpled sheets, wrists bound tight behind his back, russet fur mussed where the harness straps bit into his chest. Light caught the drool already beading at the corners of the squirrel's gagged mouth, the frantic flutter of his pulse beneath the collar. Every twitch of Sean's tail, every muffled whine through the gag sent heat coiling low in Kaelan's belly. He traced a claw down the dip of Sean's spine, relishing the full-body shudder as it earned him.

Sean arched into the touch, his hips rutting helplessly against the pillow, the tapered length of him flushed dark against his belly. Kaelan could smell him, musk thick and heady, the sharp tang of pre-cum at his tip. The squirrel's breath came in ragged bursts through his nose, whiskers trembling with each exhale. When Kaelan's claws scraped lightly over the curve of his ass, Sean jerked like he'd been shocked, a garbled noise tearing from his throat around the gag.

Kaelan grinned, fangs glinting in the dim light as he pushed himself off the bed. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he padded back to the duffel, tail flicking in anticipation. His claws dug through the scattered toys until his fingers closed around another set of padded cuffs, these wider to accommodate ankles rather than wrists. A dildo, one with a flared base, rolled into his palm as he rummaged, its silicone cool and faintly textured.

Sean squirmed against the sheets, his bound wrists flexing behind him as Kaelan's footsteps approached. The coyote knelt at the foot of the bed, catching Sean's ankle with one paw, claws pricking just enough to make the squirrel jerk. "Hold still," Kaelan murmured, wrapping the padded cuff around Sean's slender ankle, tightening the strap until it was snug but not biting. Sean's toes curled, his breath hitching as Kaelan secured the second cuff to his other leg, the buckle clicking shut with finality. The squirrel tested the restraints instinctively, his thighs straining against the limited movement, the harness straps digging deeper into his chest with each futile shift.

Kaelan reached for the lube, the plastic bottle slick against his claws as he popped the cap. The scent of artificial strawberry filled the air as he coated his fingers, thick gel dripping onto the sheets in glistening strands. Sean's nose twitched at the familiar smell, his tail flicking against his back in anticipation. Kaelan smoothed his lubed fingers over the flared base of the dildo, watching the silicone glisten under the light. He knelt behind Sean, claws sinking into the squirrel's hips as he dragged him backward, positioning him just right. The dildo's tapered tip pressed against Sean's entrance, and the squirrel tensed, his muffled whimper vibrating through the gag.

Kaelan leaned forward, his muzzle brushing Sean's ear. "Easy," he murmured, claws kneading the squirrel's flank as he pushed in slow, savoring the way Sean's body resisted before yielding. The dildo slid deeper with each careful thrust, the ridges catching slightly as Sean's muscles clenched around it. Sean's back arched, his harness straps creaking as he rocked back against the intrusion, his breath coming in ragged bursts through his nose. Kaelan watched, transfixed, as Sean's hole stretched around the toy, slick and flushed, the sight sending heat pooling low in his gut.

He adjusted the angle slightly, grinding the toy against that spot that made Sean's tail jerk like a live wire. The squirrel's entire body tensed, a garbled cry muffled by the gag as his feet tore at the sheets. Kaelan chuckled darkly, leaning over Sean's back to nip at the nape of his neck, his tongue lapping at the sweat-damp fur there. "That's it," he growled, pressing harder, his free paw roaming over Sean's trembling chest, teasing a stiff nipple through the harness. Sean writhed beneath him, his thighs straining against the cuffs, his cock dripping onto the pillow beneath him.

Kaelan's own erection ached between his legs, pre-cum at the tip as he watched Sean unravel. The squirrel's breaths were ragged, his whiskers twitching furiously as Kaelan worked the toy with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging a muffled moan from his throat. The harness straps dug into Sean's chest with every movement, the leather creaking under the strain of his arched back. Kaelan's claws traced the taut lines of Sean's body, relishing the way his muscles jumped under his touch, the way his tail thrashed helplessly against his spine.

Then Kaelan's free paw found the leash still coiled beside them, the metal clip cold against his palm. He attached it to Sean's collar with a quiet click, the sound making the squirrel's ears flick toward him despite the blindfold. Kaelan gave an experimental tug, just enough to tilt Sean's head back, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat. Sean's response was immediate, a full-body shudder, his cock twitching against his stomach as a fresh bead of pre-cum dribbled onto the sheets.

Kaelan leaned in, his tongue dragging a hot stripe up Sean's neck, tasting salt and musk. "You're so fucking pretty like this," he murmured against damp fur, his voice rough. He tightened his grip on the leash, using it to pull Sean upright onto his knees. The squirrel's bound arms flexed behind him, muscles straining beautifully as he balanced on trembling thighs. Kaelan admired the way the harness pulled taut across Sean's heaving chest, the way his cock bobbed obscenely with each ragged breath.

The coyote dragged the dildo out almost completely, watching Sean's hole flutter around nothing for a heartbeat before slamming it back in hard. Sean's entire body jerked forward with a choked scream around the gag, his claws tearing at the sheets. Kaelan didn't let up, setting a punishing rhythm that had Sean's tail lashing wildly, the leash jingling with each brutal thrust. Pre-cum splattered across the squirrel's belly in thick strands, his thighs quivering as he rocked back onto the toy desperately.

Kaelan's free hand roamed down Sean's chest, claws catching on the harness straps before dipping lower to palm the squirrel's leaking cock. Sean convulsed, a garbled sob escaping as Kaelan worked him in time with the dildo's thrusts, his grip just shy of too tight. The coyote's muzzle found the nape of Sean's neck again, teeth scraping over sweat-damp fur as he growled, "Gonna come just from this, aren't you?"

Sean's answering whine was muffled by the gag, his entire body trembling like a sapling in a storm. Kaelan could feel it building, the way Sean's muscles locked tight, the frantic flutter of his hole around the toy, the hot pulse of pre-cum against his fingers. He twisted his wrist on an upstroke, claws dragging lightly over the sensitive ridge beneath Sean's cockhead, and that was all it took.

The squirrel arched violently, his back bowing as his orgasm ripped through him with silent intensity. His release painted streaks across his stomach and the harness straps, his tail standing rigid before flopping limply against his back. Kaelan kept the dildo buried deep, milking Sean through the aftershocks with slow, rolling thrusts that drew out pitiful little whimpers around the gag.

Only when Sean slumped forward, boneless and trembling, did Kaelan finally withdraw the toy with a wet pop. The squirrel whimpered at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing, still glistening with lube. Kaelan discarded the dildo carelessly, watching it bounce off the nightstand as he reached for the condom wrapper beside it. His claws fumbled slightly, a rare show of nerves, before tearing the foil open with his teeth.

Sean's nose twitched at the scent of latex, his blindfolded head tilting toward the sound of Kaelan rolling the condom down his length. The coyote hissed at the contact, his cock throbbing against the tight ring of rubber, pre-cum already smearing the tip. He snatched the lube again, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before slicking himself up, his strokes slow and deliberate. The artificial strawberry scent mingled with musk as he worked himself, his other paw resting possessively on Sean's flank.

The squirrel trembled at the first press of Kaelan's cock against him, his tail curling reflexively as the blunt head nudged past his loosened rim. Kaelan groaned, claws sinking into Sean's hips as he pushed forward, the tight heat unbearable. Sean's body resisted for a heartbeat before yielding, swallowing him inch by inch until their hips met with a wet slap. The leash tightened as Sean arched backward, his muffled cries vibrating through the gag, his claws flexing uselessly against the cuffs.

Kaelan gave him no quarter, setting a brutal pace from the start. His thrusts were deep, each snap of his hips driving the breath from Sean's lungs, the harness straps creaking with every movement. The coyote's muzzle found the nape of Sean's neck, teeth scraping over fur as he growled, "Fuck, you're tight." Sean's answering whimper was lost in the slap of skin against fur, the wet sounds of their coupling drowning out the jingle of the leash.

The squirrel's bound legs trembled, toes curling as Kaelan angled upward, hitting that spot that made Sean's tail stand rigid. His blindfold was damp with tears now, whiskers twitching wildly with each ragged breath through his nose. Kaelan watched the way Sean's throat worked beneath the collar, the rapid flutter of his pulse visible even through his fur. He tightened his grip on the leash, using it to yank Sean backward onto his cock, relishing the choked scream it tore from the squirrel's throat.

Precision abandoned, Kaelan fucked into him with abandon, the bedframe slamming against the wall in time with his thrusts. The scent of them filled the room, sweat and musk and strawberry lube, the sharp tang of Sean's release still clinging to the harness straps. Kaelan's claws raked down Sean's back, leaving faint pink trails in their wake, and the squirrel arched into the pain with a muffled keen, his entire body quivering like a plucked bowstring.

Sean's cock twitched against his stomach, still oversensitive from his first orgasm, and Kaelan growled low in his throat at the sight. He twisted the leash around his fist, using it to yank Sean upright against his chest, the squirrel's back flush with his torso. The new angle drove his cock impossibly deeper, and Sean's breath hitched, his head lolling against Kaelan's shoulder as the coyote's teeth found the shell of his ear.

"Gonna come again," Kaelan murmured against damp fur, his hips snapping upward in short, brutal thrusts that made the bedframe groan. Sean's entire body tensed, his claws flexing against the cuffs as he nodded frantically, his tail thrashing against Kaelan's thigh. The coyote's free paw slid down Sean's chest, tracing the harness straps before wrapping around his cock, his grip tight and demanding.

Sean's muffled scream vibrated through the gag as Kaelan twisted his wrist, thumb pressing hard beneath the squirrel's cockhead. The friction was too much, too soon; Sean's back arched violently, his hips stuttering as his second orgasm ripped through him with silent intensity. His release splattered hot across Kaelan's knuckles, dripping onto the already ruined sheets as his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Kaelan didn't slow, his own thrusts growing erratic, the slap of skin against fur drowning out Sean's ragged breathing. The coyote's muzzle buried against Sean's shoulder, canines pricking through russet fur as he chased his release with desperate urgency. The leash pulled taut between them, Sean's collar digging into his throat with each punishing thrust, his body limp and pliant save for the occasional twitch of oversensitivity.

The bedframe's rhythmic banging against the wall reached a crescendo as Kaelan's hips stuttered, his claws digging deep into Sean's thighs. A choked growl tore from his throat as he came, his cock pulsing inside the squirrel, his entire body locking tight around Sean like a vice. For a breathless moment, the room held nothing but their panting breaths and the scent of sex thick in the air.

Kaelan collapsed forward, his muzzle pressing between Sean's shoulder blades as he rode out the aftershocks, his softening cock still twitching inside the squirrel. The leash went slack between them, the metal clip clinking softly against the collar as Sean sagged backward into Kaelan's chest, his blindfold damp with sweat and tears. The coyote nuzzled at the nape of Sean's neck, his tongue dragging lazily over mussed fur in silent apology for the teeth marks blooming there.

"Fuck," Kaelan panted, his claws trembling as they fumbled with the gag's buckle. The silicone popped free with a wet sound, followed by Sean's ragged gasp as he gulped air, his throat working beneath the collar. "You good?" Kaelan murmured, already working on the blindfold straps with more care than his shaking hands should've allowed.

Sean's answering laugh was hoarse, his whiskers twitching as the blindfold slid away. "Starving," he croaked, blinking up at Kaelan with pupils still blown wide. His russet fur was matted with sweat, the harness straps leaving angry red lines across his chest that the coyote traced with reverent claws.

Kaelan withdrew carefully, wincing at the wet slide as the condom came free. He tied it off with practiced fingers before lobbing it toward the trash can, missing spectacularly, and turned back to Sean's restrained form. The squirrel flexed his wrists pointedly, tail flicking against the rumpled sheets. "Service with a smile, huh?" Sean teased, voice still rough from the gag.

With gentle claws, Kaelan worked open the ankle cuffs first, massaging the faint impressions left behind before moving to the wrist restraints. The harness straps came next, each buckle popping free with soft clicks that made Sean sigh as circulation returned. When Kaelan's fingers lingered over the collar's clasp, Sean tilted his head back, exposing his throat with a smirk. "Keep it," he rasped. "Looks good on me." Sean took the leash off instead, leaving his new accessory on.

Kaelan snorted but left the collar in place, dragging Sean upright against his chest. The squirrel melted into him, boneless and warm, his tail curling around Kaelan's thigh. "Worked up an appetite now," the coyote joked, nosing at Sean's sweat-damp ear. His stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, punctuating the claim.

Sean's laughter was breathless, his shoulders shaking against Kaelan's chest. "Yeah, yeah," he croaked, reaching for Kaelan's phone with clumsy fingers. The coyote batted his hands away playfully, dialing The Don's Dough with one paw while the other ran through Sean's messy chest fur. The squirrel's answering purr vibrated through both of them.

"Two large stuffed crusts," Kaelan growled into the receiver, his free hand kneading Sean's flank absently. "Pepperoni, pineapple, bacon, " Sean wrinkled his nose dramatically, his whiskers twitching in protest until Kaelan added, ", and a second one with jalapeños, extra cheese, and those little meatball chunks my boyfriend likes." The squirrel's tail thumped approval against the mattress.

Sean's stomach growled audibly as Kaelan negotiated breadsticks and soda, his claw tracing idle circles over the collar still buckled around Sean's throat. The coyote's muzzle brushed the squirrel's ear as he hung up. "Twenty minutes," he murmured, nipping at the delicate curve before dragging his tongue over the bite. Sean shivered, his body still loose-limbed and pliant from their earlier activities.

Kaelan shifted, pulling Sean flush against his chest, their fur mingling where sweat hadn't already matted it together. The squirrel tipped his head back, nose bumping Kaelan's chin with a soft chuff of amusement. Their lips met without urgency, a slow press of muzzles that tasted of salt and shared breath. Sean's claws flexed against Kaelan's chest, blunt nails catching in coyote fur as the kiss deepened lazily.

"You're stuck with me now," Kaelan murmured against Sean's mouth when they parted, his thumb tracing the collar's edge where it rested against Sean's pulse. The metal D-ring caught the lamplight as Sean tilted his head, exposing more of his throat to Kaelan's wandering touch.

Sean's laugh came out breathless, his tail flicking against Kaelan's thigh. "Yeah?" His claws scraped lightly down the coyote's chest, stopping just shy of his navel. "Even when I steal your fries and hog the blankets?"

Kaelan caught his wrist, bringing Sean's knuckles to his lips. The squirrel's pulse jumped beneath his fur. "Especially then," Kaelan murmured, his breath warm against Sean's fingers. The admission hung between them, sudden and weighty. Neither moved for a heartbeat, the air thick with something more terrifying than any harness or cuff.

Sean's ears twitched first, his whiskers trembling. "You can't just, " His voice cracked, tail puffing against the sheets. "Say shit like that when I can't even bite you properly." His attempt at deflection fell flat, the way his claws curled around Kaelan's forearm betraying him.

Kaelan exhaled through his nose, pressing their foreheads together. The collar's metal ring clicked against his sternum. "Meant it," he muttered, ears flattening when Sean squirmed. The squirrel's heartbeat thundered against his palm where it still rested against Sean's throat.

Sean's claws dug into Kaelan's forearm, blunt but insistent. "Say it properly," he demanded, voice cracking on the last syllable. His whiskers trembled violently, tail twitching like a live wire against the sheets. The coyote's breath hitched when Sean's nose brushed his, cold and damp.

Kaelan swallowed hard, his pulse loud in his own ears. "Love you," he ground out, the words rough like they'd been dragged through gravel. His claws flexed against Sean's ribs where they'd come to rest, fur standing on end beneath his touch.

Sean froze, his breath hitching audibly. For a terrifying second, Kaelan thought he'd miscalculated that the collar around Sean's throat had suddenly become a noose. Then the squirrel launched himself forward, knocking Kaelan backward onto the mattress with a force that sent pillows tumbling to the floor. Sean's muzzle crashed against his, teeth clacking together painfully, but neither cared.

"Say it again," Sean demanded against Kaelan's lips, his claws digging into the coyote's shoulders hard enough to leave half-moons in the fur. His tail lashed wildly behind him, thumping against Kaelan's thigh with enough force to sting.

Kaelan growled, flipping them with ease despite Sean's squirming. He pinned the squirrel's wrists above his head, their noses brushing. "Love you," he repeated, slower now, watching the way Sean's pupils dilated until only a thin ring of hazel remained. The words tasted unfamiliar but right, like finding a missing puzzle piece under the couch after months of searching.

Sean's answering laugh hitched into a gasp as Kaelan licked a stripe up his throat, canines scraping the collar. "Asshole," he breathed, but his legs wrapped tight around Kaelan's waist, heels digging into the small of the coyote's back. "Love you too, obviously." The admission came out in a rush, like he'd been holding it behind his teeth for weeks. His tail thumped twice against the mattress, a nervous tell Kaelan had cataloged months ago.

Their next kiss was softer, Sean's claws carding through Kaelan's chest fur instead of gripping. The coyote could taste the lingering salt of sweat and something sweeter beneath, something like relief, like coming home after being lost. Sean's whiskers tickled his muzzle when they broke apart, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them. The pizza money lay forgotten on the nightstand, the duffel bag of toys half-spilled across the floor. None of it mattered.

It was perfect. Then Sean being Sean, ruined it.

"Movie time," the squirrel announced abruptly, squirming out from under Kaelan's weight with a wiggle that shouldn't have worked but somehow did. His tail flicked smugly as he rolled off the bed, the collar still buckled around his throat, catching the lamplight when he stretched. Kaelan's stomach dropped at the particular glint in Sean's eyes, the one that meant trouble, the one that usually preceded him doing something stupid like climbing the gymnasium rafters or microwaving a juice box "to see what would happen."

Sean bent at the waist to retrieve his boxers from the floor, the movement pulling his fur taut over lean muscle. Kaelan watched, transfixed, as the squirrel stepped into them one leg at a time, his tail lifting instinctively to accommodate the fabric. The shorts came next, ratty basketball ones with fraying seams that Sean tugged up his thighs with exaggerated slowness, just to make Kaelan's ears twitch.

"You're staring," Sean teased, scratching idly at the collar still buckled around his throat. His claws clicked against the metal ring, a sound that made Kaelan's tail thump against the mattress involuntarily. The squirrel grinned, his whiskers twitching as he padded toward the bedroom door, hips swaying with deliberate provocation. "Gonna pick something gory," he called over his shoulder, the threat hanging between them like a challenge.

Kaelan groaned, dragging a pillow over his face. "Not Blood Harvest 4," he mumbled through the fabric, already knowing it was futile. Sean's delighted crackle from the hallway confirmed his fate. The coyote rolled off the bed with a grunt, his claws snagging a pair of sweatpants from the floor. The scent of Sean still clung to them, pine needles and something sharper, like the ozone before a storm. Kaelan put on the sweatpants, knowing full well he was going to get his boyfriend back later.

Down the hallway, Sean was already sprawled across the couch, tail twitching as he navigated PrismCast's bloody title screen with practiced swipes. The glow of the screen painted his russet fur crimson, making the fresh marks along his throat look gruesomely authentic. Kaelan tossed the crumpled pizza cash at Sean's head, deliberately missing, before flopping onto the cushions beside him. "That movie's just guts and bad acting," he grumbled, watching Sean queuing Blood Harvest 4: Reaping Season with a smile on his face.

Sean's claws paused mid-scroll. "Aw," he cooed, shifting to press his cold toes against Kaelan's thigh, "you can hold onto me if you get scared." The coyote scoffed, but didn't shake him off, even when Sean wiggled his foot to dig icy pads into Kaelan's fur. The opening credits rolled with a screeching violin score, casting flickering shadows across their tangled legs.

"You're such a little shit," Kaelan muttered, catching Sean's ankle in one paw. His thumb rubbed absent circles over the delicate bones there, claws retracted. On screen, a cheerleader's entrails splattered across a locker room mirror in lurid detail. Sean inhaled sharply, not from horror, but delight, as Kaelan's grip tightened instinctively.

The squirrel's tail thwapped against the cushions between them. "Admit it," Sean teased, wiggling his trapped foot, "you're clinging already." His smirk faltered when Kaelan yanked him sideways, sending him sprawling half-across the coyote's lap with a yelp. The remote clattered to the floor as Kaelan buried his muzzle against Sean's throat, right above the collar.

"Only thing I'm clinging to," Kaelan growled against damp fur, teeth scraping the sensitive spot beneath Sean's jaw that made his toes curl. On screen, a chainsaw revved ominously. Sean squirmed, his laughter cutting off when Kaelan's claws dug into his hips, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make him freeze.

The squirrel's breath hitched as Kaelan tilted his chin up with one claw, their muzzles brushing. Blood Harvest's gory soundtrack faded into white noise, replaced by the too-loud sound of Sean swallowing. Kaelan licked a slow stripe up his throat, pausing at the collar's edge. "Taste like sweat and bad decisions," he murmured, earning a weak shove against his chest.

Sean's claws found purchase in Kaelan's fur, gripping tight as the coyote finally closed the distance between them. Their kiss started soft, a stark contrast to the carnage still unfolding onscreen, Sean's whiskers tickling Kaelan's muzzle with each shallow breath through his nose. Somewhere between the fourth and fifth chainsaw victim's death rattle, Sean nipped Kaelan's lower lip, the sharp little bite making the coyote growl into his mouth.

Kaelan's claws slid up Sean's spine, blunt nails catching on fabric and fur alike as he pulled the squirrel flush against him. Sean melted into the contact with a contented hum, tail curling around Kaelan's thigh even as fake blood splattered across the television behind them. The movie's audio warped into meaningless noise, drowned out by the rush of blood in Kaelan's ears, by the way Sean's heartbeat stuttered when the coyote's tongue brushed his.

They broke apart only when Sean's nose wrinkled mid-kiss, his whiskers twitching against Kaelan's muzzle. "Pizza's here," he murmured against the coyote's lips, already twisting toward the door despite Kaelan's grip. The coyote growled but released him, watching Sean scramble over the couch cushions with the grace of a drunk raccoon, his tail knocking over a half-empty soda can on the coffee table in the process.

Sean snatched up the crumpled bills from where they'd landed earlier, his claws making quick work of the delivery boy's change before kicking the door shut with his heel. The scent of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the apartment as he dropped the boxes onto the coffee table with a heavy thump, his stomach growling audibly. "Fuckin' finally," Sean muttered, already peeling back the lid of the meatball pizza with eager claws.

Kaelan reappeared from the kitchen with fresh soda cans clutched in one paw, the aluminum popping under his grip. He tossed one toward Sean without looking, smirking when the squirrel caught it mid-air with a practiced swipe. "Showoff," Kaelan grumbled, flopping onto the couch beside him as Sean balanced their drinks on opposite sides of the pizza boxes.

Sean tore into his slice with enthusiasm, cheese stretching comically before snapping against his muzzle. "Fuck, hot," he mumbled around the mouthful, tail flicking as he fanned his tongue dramatically. Kaelan snorted and nudged the soda closer with his foot, watching Sean gulp it down with exaggerated relief. The coyote took a more measured bite of his own pineapple-laden slice, grimacing when Sean fake-gagged at him.

"You're disgusting," Sean declared, wiping greasy paws on his shorts before Kaelan could stop him. The coyote growled and snatched his wrist, licking a stripe up Sean's fingers just to hear him yelp. "That's worse!" Sean protested, but his laughter ruined the effect, his whiskers trembling as Kaelan deliberately sucked cheese from his claws one by one.

The movie's gratuitous gore continued unnoticed as they demolished their pizzas, elbows bumping in the space between them. Sean eventually abandoned his half-eaten crust to curl against Kaelan's side, his tail flicking idly against the coyote's thigh. Kaelan draped an arm around him, claws combing through the ruffled fur between Sean's ears absently. On screen, a poorly-CGI'd werewolf disemboweled a cheerleader with cartoonish splatter.

Sean snorted into Kaelan's shoulder when the actress's severed head rolled with the exaggerated bounce of a rubber ball. "This is so bad it's good," he mumbled, licking pizza grease from his claws before tucking his hand against Kaelan's ribs. The coyote's warmth seeped into him, chasing away the lingering chill from the air conditioning. Kaelan still hated watching this type of movie, but seeing Sean's infectious smile made it all worth it. No matter what, he is happy with his boyfriend now. Nothing else matters.