DEEP

David slunk through the crowd, his lithe frame draped in nothing but a pair of skintight leather shorts that hugged his hips and left little to the imagination. His russet fur gleamed under the faint glow, tail swaying with a deliberate, teasing flick. His amber eyes, sharp and hungry, scanned the room, lips curled into a smirk. He was no stranger to these nights, his reputation as a shameless slut preceded him, whispered in the eager growls of those who’d tasted his talents. Tonight, he craved something big, something rough, something that’d leave him wrecked and panting.

That’s when he saw Rune. The hunky beast loomed in the corner, a mountain of muscle and fur, his silver-gray pelt rippling over a chiseled frame. Rune’s piercing blue eyes locked onto David from across the room, a predator sizing up his prey. His black tank top strained against his broad chest, and the bulge in his jeans was impossible to miss - a promise of ruin. David’s heart raced, his mouth watering at the sight. Oh, this was gonna be messy.

David sauntered over, hips swaying, tail brushing against the wolf’s thigh as he closed the distance. “Well, well,” David purred, voice dripping with sin, “you look like you could break me in half, big guy.” He licked his lips, letting his gaze linger on the wolf’s crotch.

Rune’s lips twitched into a smirk, his deep growl vibrating through the air. “Careful, fox. I don’t play gentle.” His massive paw reached out, grabbing David’s chin, tilting his head up to meet those icy eyes. The fox’s pulse spiked, heat pooling in his core.

“Good,” David whispered, leaning into the grip, his tongue darting out to flick across Rune’s thumb. “I like it rough.”

Without another word, Rune’s paw slid to the back of David’s head, fingers tangling in his fur as he guided the fox down to his knees. The concrete was cold and gritty against David’s skin, but he didn’t care—his focus was on the wolf’s jeans, the zipper practically begging to be undone. David’s nimble fingers made quick work of it, tugging the fabric down to reveal Rune’s thick, throbbing cock, already glistening at the tip. The sight made David’s mouth water, a low whine escaping his throat.

“Fuck,” David breathed, his voice thick with need. He didn’t wait for permission - David never did. He leaned forward, lips parting wide as he took the wolf’s length into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty tang. Rune groaned, his grip tightening in David’s fur, urging him deeper.

David was a pro, his throat relaxing as he pushed himself down, taking Rune inch by inch until his nose pressed against the wolf’s coarse fur. The stretch burned, his jaw aching, but the fox reveled in it, his eyes watering as he gagged softly. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the floor, mixing with the grime of the darkroom. It was messy, sloppy, perfect. David’s tail thumped against the ground, his own arousal straining against his shorts as he worked the wolf’s cock with desperate, hungry sucks.

Rune’s growls grew louder, hips bucking as he took control, thrusting into David’s throat with a force that made the fox’s head spin. “That’s it, slut,” Rune snarled, his voice raw. “Choke on it.” David moaned around him, the vibrations sending shudders through the wolf’s frame. Spit and pre-cum coated David’s chin, matting his fur, but he didn’t care: he was lost in the rhythm, the taste, the sheer filth of it all.

The room seemed to fade away, the world narrowing to the wolf’s cock filling his throat, the burn of each thrust, the slick sounds of his own gagging. David’s claws dug into Rune’s thighs, urging him on, begging for more. His vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks as Rune fucked his mouth with relentless intensity. The fox’s own cock throbbed, untouched, leaking through the leather as he teetered on the edge of bliss.

With a final, guttural roar, Rune came, hot and thick, flooding David’s throat. The fox swallowed eagerly, though some spilled past his lips, dripping down his chest in sticky rivulets. He pulled back, gasping for air, his face a wreck of spit, cum, and smeared fur. Rune looked down at him, panting, a satisfied grin on his muzzle. “Good boy,” he rumbled, thumbing a streak of mess from David’s cheek.

David grinned, voice hoarse but smug. “Told ya I could handle it.” He licked his lips, already craving more, his amber eyes glinting with insatiable hunger.

In the darkroom, the night was far from over.

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