Bad Puppy

Rating: NC-17

Original Date of Completion: November 2007

Disclaimer: I don't own them, but it'd be pretty sweet if I did. This is all fake, conjured in the confines of my demented little mind. Please, don't sue me.

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He's so fucking adorable it makes me sick. Literally, in some cases, because he gives me such blueballs I've forgotten what my skin tone is down there. He's the sexiest little fucker I've ever met, and he has no idea that he is. At least, I like to believe he doesn't. Otherwise he's just the biggest cock tease in the universe.

When I first met him, I thought to myself that he was like a puppy, silly happy all the time, eager to please, and of course the hair of a border collie; long and shaggy just enough that you want to run your fingers through it the second you meet him. The more I got to know him, the more that description stayed the same. He was always that happy; if he had a tail he'd burn out his wagging motor. He was always eager to please, a quality I grew quickly to enjoy when it came game time and I needed a beer. And the hair...let's just say I had a collie when I was a kid who had nothing on him. He became my personal puppy not long after I asked him on our first date, but then that description changed.

He was still a puppy, but I realized quickly then that he was a BAD puppy.

He was sweet as hell, and almost unbearably cute at any given moment, on the outside. Inside, deep down, he was fucking devious and downright mean to certain parts of my anatomy; he learned too damn fast that he drove me absolutely nuts, and used that to his advantage at every turn. Yet despite the gallons of sexual frustration he caused, I could never be really mad at him. How can you be mad at a puppy that's so cute?

You can't, I've discovered. You just have to smile and grit your teeth and hope he grows into a good dog. And in the case of MY Puppy, think about REAL puppies until he goes back to Rick and Rusty's house and I can be alone with the hard-on he caused. That's the best case outcome of an all too frequent happening. The worst case is a day like today, when My Puppy spent an hour in the morning playing tug with my earlobe, only to leave my bone alone, with a painful reminder that "We have the fashion show in an hour, we'd better get ready."

...he must've known my greatest desire in life was to have a stiff one in front of an audience.

"Jesus fuck," I muttered to myself, as I peeked past the curtain to see him on the runway.

Rick had warned me of the possible side effects of the Black Tie Blue Jackets show, and foolishly I hadn't listened. His husband was far more of a ham than My Puppy, surely he wouldn't strut down the catwalk in too small jeans, too tight shirts, flashing a "Come fuck me" grin so hot that it'd necessitate an alone trip to the bathroom. That wasn't Kris, he was more likely to blush and giggle the entire time than any of that. Or at least he WOULD if he wasn't a bad puppy, naughty as fuck and still eager to please. It just sucks in this particular instance that he's pleasing the TEAM and not ME. And of course that I had to be in this show myself.

By the time he comes back through the curtain I'm bordering on wardrobe malfunction, and thanking whatever will listen that Ole is up next to give me a breather. So far I had managed to avoid the pubic advertisement, and wanted to avoid it through my next and last strut down the runway more than anything.

"This is so embarrassing," He mumbled shyly as he stepped into the makeshift dressing room, just curtains hanging to form walls.

I smirked as I followed behind him, fighting back the first response that comes to mind from my point of view. If he already felt embarrassed, I knew I'd only make it worse. He can sure cause me a problem, but he'd never be able to talk about it. Virgins, go figure.

"What's the matter, Puppy? Don't you like being the center of attention?"

I pushed past the curtain door, pausing as I saw him. Standing with his back to the three mirrors that adorned the far wall, he held his shirt bottom in his hands, lifted high enough to reveal a perfectly tight stomach, dusted with a thin trail of light hair so soft it made the stuff on his head feel like sandpaper. I was instantly back to my pre-breather status, and he was instantly red, blushing furiously as he shoved his short back down and glanced away.

"Jared!" He giggled shyly. "Turn around!"

"You can't be serious," I snorted through a laugh. "We share a locker room, I see you with no shirt on constantly,"

He blushed deeper, or at least his ears did, and his giggles grew louder, and shyer. "Not like THIS, I'm EVERYWHERE," He motioned to the mirrors around him. "Please turn around."

I paused for a moment, and a tiny part of me thought of saying no. But the majority of me was too busy grinning, amused that he really was that sweet. It was stuff like this which told me he had no clue how gorgeous he really was. Especially when certain part of me are making it really obvious right now.

"Okay, fine," I sighed, making a show of spinning around on my heel. "Geek."

He giggled in response, and I soon felt his shirt connect with the back of my head. If I didn't care so much about his comfort, I'd turn around and throw it back at him. But once he's feeling shy, I don't always like to make it worse. Besides that, not seeing him was actually a good thing, if only because I had another turn on the catwalk far too soon.

"You can turn around now,"

I smirked and rolled my eyes as he spoke, balling up his shirt as I turned. I drew back in preparation to throw, but stopped short when I saw him. His shirt was gone and replaced, which wouldn't be enough to stop me on its own, it was what was gone and NOT replaced that froze me stiff. His jeans lay in a heap on the floor, and in their place was nothing but a blue strip of fabric masquerading as a pair of briefs. I had never seen him in such a way, he's a tacky boxer guy, so this was a shocking sight. Almost literally, there was definitely some kind of wave that went through me when I saw him, probably because all the blood in my body went south in a hurry. He was so fucking sexy it took my breath away. But even with no oxygen or blood in my brain, I was starting to wonder if he knew how much now. If he really was as naive to his hotness as I thought, there was next to no way I could see him doing this. This reeked of the Rusty Klesla School of Coy.

My eyes narrowed, and a smirk recaptured my lips as a growl climbed up my throat. "You are such a fucking cocktease,"

Blush spread like wildfire over his cheeks, just as it always did when I used the word "cock", but this time a grin stayed on his face. That was all the convincing I needed to believe that I was wrong all along, yet so right at the same time. He knew just how sexy he was, and he was a bad, BAD puppy.

"Maybe..." He stuttered, sounding much like a giggle. "Maybe I don't want to be a tease anymore."

He trailed off, giggling shyly as he hurriedly dropped his gaze from mine. It took a fleeting moment to digest what he said, before a grin swept over my face. If he didn't want to be a tease anymore, that HAD to mean he was ready to be the problem solver I so desperately needed him to be. Maybe this was finally the night...

"Hey, Boll, you're up in 30!" a high pitched voice shouted from outside the room, reminding me of my purpose here today.

It wasn't a very welcome reminder, my shoulders slumped as I heard. Unfortunately, those were the only body parts that did, despite that being the worst interruption in history. I wanted nothing more than to stay right where I was, staring at my puppy in his fancy new collar, and put to test his apparent new tricks. My body seemed to agree with the wants of my mind, one big part in particular, but I was still left where I started the day-with a bone for my puppy, and no time to give it to him.

"This is the worst timing EVER," I muttered, shaking my head.

I turned back toward the door, taking a few quick steps to it, then jutting my head through the curtain. The official was the first person I saw, standing a foot away, tapping his pen impatiently against the clipboard he held. I flashed him a weak smile, mumbling an apologetic "I'm just finishing getting ready", which he met with an eye roll and an annoyed "Hurry it up!" If I were on the ice, I would check the guy through the boards for that, but in this particular setting I'm just glad I didn't catch fire from the flames radiating from his voice. I simply nodded, then turned back from the curtain, where a much better thing greeted me, much closer.

Kris had crossed the short distance of the room, and stood now no more than 6 inches from me. He was still blushing the deepest red I'd seen, but his grin had transformed into a shy smile. That was more like the Kris I was used to seeing, especially when this close, so I took a step back to see if everything was back to normal. To my pleasurable dismay, he was still in just briefs, and their effect on me was just as powerful. They looked even smaller up close, and he must've known because he was quick to take the same step I did, and then another until they were out of view, and his body pressed against mine.

I gasped as the contact happened, biting the inside of my lip as I felt myself throb. I slid my arms hesitantly around his back, and he giggled shyly, leaning his body into mine. This was doing nothing to quell the desires I had to stay right where I was, but I soon found out he had other plans. He pulled back just slightly, enough to lift his gaze to mine, and he flashed a shy smile.

"You're almost ready," He mumbled shyly. "Just one last thing,"

I arched an eyebrow at him, earning myself another shy giggle as he pulled back a bit further. His blush was furious now, but his smile was once more a grin. I knew why in a heartbeat, as his hand grazed over my waist, and made a quick trek to my groin. I groaned from just that soft contact, my eyes widening in disbelief; he had never done this before, or even come close. I couldn't believe this was happening, even as his grip tightened around my now raging cock, and moved it down my pant leg. Any groans I had morphed quickly to growls, and as I met his eyes again, he winked.

"You can't be showing that thing off like that, it's your turn," He giggled, squeezing me once more before he pulled his hand away.

I bit my lip hard, giving a quick glance down at my cock, still blatant even down the leg of my jeans. I didn't expect any different, not with his hand on me, but there was a slight bit of hope left in the milliliter of blood that remained in my brain. That was foolish, I quickly realized, as I brought my eyes back up to him, just in time to see him ease the briefs down past his ass. I didn't know when he had turned around, but all logical thoughts were instantly gone from my mind anyway. All except one.

He was a far badder puppy than I EVER could've expected.

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By the time I got off the stage from what was easily the most embarrassing moment of my life, I was blushing as red as Kris had been before. I had heard the snickers as I'd walked the runway, and two giggly voices from behind the curtain saying "I guess he liked it". I wasn't positive of who those voices were, they weren't here now, but I had my suspicions and a plan to prevent this in the future. My puppy needed a better leash; he was never allowed to go shopping with Rusty again.

I made my way back to the dressing room, hoping to find my puppy eagerly awaiting my return, but the room was empty when I got there. The show was coming to a close, and most everyone had cleared out, leaving just my bag on an empty table. Kris and I had driven here together, so I knew he hadn't left, but it was still disappointing to not find him here. I had hoped he'd still be just where I left him, butt naked and bending over.

...Oh well, we'll get to that again later.

I changed quickly from the fashion show clothes, tossing them over the rack and reaching for my jeans from my bag. As I did, I saw his briefs sticking out of the back pocket. I couldn't stifle my grin, if his briefs were here, that meant they weren't there, and the images that brought forth were fun ones. If not for the anticipation surging through my body, they could've been fun enough to prevent me from putting the jeans back on at all. But after everything I'd suffered through today, I refused to waste any more time alone with the bone, I had a bad puppy to give it to. Bad puppies always get the best treats.

I redressed quickly, leaving the briefs right where he had, then grabbed my bag and bounded out to the parking garage. I saw him as I approached my car, leaning back against the door and looking entirely too proud of himself. He grinned as he saw me, and I responded with a smirk, almost jumping the few remaining steps to him. He backed up further against the car as I met him, standing up straighter, and giggling shyly.

"Hi."

I shook my head, smirking as I step into him. I slid my arms around his back, my hands to his ass, and pulled him from the car into me. His arms soon wrapped around my neck, and his grin softened to a smile, even as I smirked and squeezed my hands where they were.

"You're a bad, bad puppy," I growled, leaning down so our faces were level.

He smiled shyly, and to my surprise leaned up, bringing our lips together for a soft, entirely too brief kiss. "But I'm going to make it up to you," He whispered.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I murmured as the grin engulfed my face.

"Something like this."

With that, our lips met again, but this kiss was far different than the first. It started of deeper, his lips pressing firmly to mine, and within seconds it had lasted longer. He was in full control, and I happily went along for the ride. His lips mashed eagerly against mine, and as his tongue snaked past them he arched his body into me. I moaned faintly as his tongue met mine, tightening my arms around him and leaning him back against the car. I pressed my hips tight against him, wiggling them just short of grinding, earning a soft whimper for my work. He slid a hand up into my hair, and tugged it lightly, using that grip to pull me down further, deepening the kiss even more. He sucked softly at my tongue, nibbling gently on it, and then it was my turn to whimper. This wasn't a new trick for my puppy, but it had me eagerly awaiting them just like it always did. If *I* were a puppy, I'd be wagging my tail in anticipation. If my tail was in the front.

Eventually, disappointingly, he pulled back from the kiss, but left the rest of us just as we'd been. My hips were still pressed tight against him, and now that my lips weren't distracted, I realized what I was grinding on. That brought a grin to my face, which he answered by blushing, but to my delightful surprise he shifted his hips and ground his cock against mine. I growled faintly from that feeling, grinning more and tightening my arms around him to hold him in that same place.

"Maybe you're a good puppy after all," I murmured, wiggling my hips just slightly.

He giggled softly and shook his head. "I'm a bad puppy," He whispered, smiling shyly. "But I'm going to be great puppy when we get home."

I grinned, squeezing my hands at his ass and grinding harder against him. He moaned faintly, his eyelids fluttering, his grip tightening in my hair as he thrust his hips up to meet mine. I could barely believe this was happening, it was nothing I had expected today, but I was loving every last second of it. He had driven me nuts for months, pushing me so close to the brink, then yanking me back with a shy giggle and a "not yet, but soon," or something along those blueballing lines. I'd stayed patient with him, even though I wanted him more than anything ever, and that had finally paid off. Good things come to those who wait.

I hope.

I loosened my grip on his ass, but stayed just as much against him. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Puppy?" I asked softly, locking my eyes onto his.

He smiled, nodding his head slightly. "I am with you,"

"Awesome," I said with a grin, giving his ass another squeeze. "Let's get home,"

I reached around him, pulling his door open, then slowly pulled away to rush to my side. My excitement must've been obvious, because he giggled and shook his head before he climbed into the car.

"Let's go, dweeb."

Under normal circumstances, I'd kick his ass for that comment. But right now, kicking his ass was the last thing on my mine. Even if my main thought DID rhyme.

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The ride to my place took minutes, but it felt like hours. The anticipation of this day had been building up for months, but now that it was here, it was all consuming. Were he anyone else in the world, when he slid across the seat halfway home and snuggled against my side, with his hand somehow landing on my thigh, I probably would've pulled over on the side of the road and took care of things there. But when he did it, I think it actually was innocent; his hand just laid there on my thigh, and all that came from the snuggling was his nose nuzzling at my neck for the entire drive. He was back to good puppy on that drive, but my body's reactions could never be that innocent. By the time we arrived at my house, his hand was dangerously close to what he'd had to adjust before the fashion show, and I was fighting back shivers from the nuzzling.

Not for the first time, I was glad that my place was actually Nik and Gilbert's basement, with its own door in the back of the house. This made it easy to come and go as I pleased, and in a situation like today, saved me and my puppy some possibly disastrous mocking, from my clearly evident situation. For a guy that barely spoke English, Nik was ruthless in teasing about anything sexual, and Gilbert's snickers were just as embarrassing. And as cliche, and absolutely dorky as it sounds, I wanted this first time to be special for Kris, and starting off being teased for my hard-on wasn't the way to do that. I'd do plenty of that on my own later, anyway. It was easiest to get him with morning wood.

He lead the way to my door, using the key I had given him to unlock it, but waited for me before he went inside. I was quick to follow, pausing outside the car to adjust myself, then bounding over to meet him. He giggled and shook his head, which I answered with a grin, then walked downstairs with me hot on his heels. I had a feeling my eagerness was showing as desperation, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Or disagree, really, I was absolutely desperate for him, more desperate than I'd ever been for anything. It took everything I had to not rush him, before and especially now. Now that we were home, my self control was wearing thin. So was the fabric of my jeans.

But I still had to be patient, I still wanted him to be comfortable. So I let him take the lead, following him into my bedroom, then over to the bed where he sat down. He smiled shyly as I sat beside him, I just grinned and moved closer, sliding my arm around his back. He took that as I'd hoped he would, leaning his body into me, and resting his head on my shoulder. That softened my grin to just a smile, and I kissed his forehead, hugging both arms around him now.

"Are you sure about this, Kris?" I whispered against his skin. "You know we don't have to,"

He pulled back enough to look at me, then flashed a soft smile. "I'm sure, Jared. I'm ready for this with you,"

I smiled lopsided, dipping my head down to kiss him gently, and nip lightly at his bottom lip. "Then let's lay down, and I'll show you how ready *I* am..."

He shifted away from me, crawling up to lay by the pillows. I waited for him to roll to his back, then I followed behind him slowly, pushing eagerness back for the sake of his comfort. I laid down beside him, sliding my arm across his waist, and pulling him closer to me. He smiled shyly as he moved, but brushed a hand through my hair, clenching in it and pulling me gently down for a kiss. I smiled against his lips, still content to let him lead the pace, but with my own ideas in mind. I'd had a lot of time to imagine this day, so there were war strikes that had less planning given to them. And never let it be said that I'm a selfish guy, because they were all about what I could do for him.

I deepened the kiss slowly, easing my tongue into his mouth, gliding it over his as my hand did the same over his waist. I popped the button of his pants undone, tugging the zipper down as he whimpered against my lips. As I rubbed my hand over his pelvis, I felt bare skin beneath my touch, and I grinned against his lips as I remembered that his briefs were in my pocket. That made my first plans that much easier; I curled my hand around his already half hard cock, and shifted to kneel over him as he groaned into the kiss. Using my free hand, I tugged at the waist of his pants, easing them down just past easily found hipbones. I squeezed his cock gently, stroking slowly up the length, rubbing my fingertips over the head and kissing him deeper. He returned the kiss fervently now, sucking hard at my tongue, at my bottom lip, and to my surprise arched his hips up and slid his jeans down further. I could feel him wriggling from them as I continued to gently work his cock, rubbing my thumb along the underside, up over the head, into the slit. By the time I heard his pants hit the floor with a soft thud, he was throbbing in my hand. Part one of the plan had gone perfectly, if not different than originally thought. But that didn't matter, part 2 was way more important.

Reluctantly I broke the kiss, pausing momentarily to catch my breath. I glanced down at him and smiled, which he returned through half lidded eyes and gasping lips. He looked absolutely fucking beautiful, from those eyes and lips, down to where my hand was still idly moving. His hips rose to meet my movements, his whimpers my reward for each gentle squeeze. I let my eyes travel slowly from his face, down to the buttons of his shirt, which disappointingly were still there and operational. I couldn't in good conscience allow that, so I brought my free hand up to his collar and made quick work of them downward, until my thumb was grazing his navel and his whimpers grew in volume.

He sat up to remove his shirt, letting it slide from his shoulders, then reaching out to grab mine. He tugged the fabric upward, pausing just above my stomach. I knew he was waiting for me to move my hands, but I wasn't quite ready, choosing instead to tighten and show off my abs. He giggled softly under his breath, but I could feel him throb in my hand, and chocked up a mental point for showing off. I'd have to make use of that in the future, but later; hesitantly I pulled my hand away, and he finished removing my shirt, tossing it onto floor with his. In the interest of saving time, I quickly did the same with my pants, but leaving my boxers. Those would have to wait for later, my hand had been away from him long enough.

I curled my hand again around him, and smiled as his head fell back in a whimper. That was just the opening I had wanted, and quickly I shifted down, laying level with his cock and licking gently over the head. He gasped at the contact, thrusting his hips up and fisting a hand in the sheets. That reaction spurred me further, and I licked slowly over the head, into the slit, dragging my tongue down to trace over the ridge. He whimpered hoarsely, his hips writhing beneath my touch, but flexing up to meet it. Dragging my tongue slowly down the underside, I moved my hand down to his balls, gripping them gently, rolling them between my fingers. I had waited so long to touch him like this, a part of me wanted to examine all of him, to see and feel everything I could. But that part was loudly overruled by the part that had wanted to taste him just as long; I wrapped my lips carefully around the head, and sucking softly took him into my mouth.

He moaned breathily as I moved lower, my name tumbling quietly from his lips, encouraging me in my actions. I splayed my tongue along the underside of his cock as I moved lower, slowly taking him to the hilt and holding him there, savoring the feel and taste of something I'd wanted for so long. His kisses had always felt like silk, but I didn't realize that would be the same for his entire body, or that he could actually taste like silk. But all of it had, and I could not enjoy it more; he was just as amazing as I'd always imagined. Too amazing to savor long, and slowly I began to bob my head, sucking firmly as I pulled up, but softly as I moved down. He thrust up gently to meet me, and surprisingly his hand slipped into my hair, clenching lightly in it and giving me slight guidance. That was an unexpected turn on, and I responded as such, moving to meet his thrusts and sucking harder around him. I swallowed around him each time at the hilt, coaxing out a low groan each time. His thrusts began to grow harder, more erratic as I continued my ministrations, his grip in my hair tightening. I growled around him as his guidance grew more forceful, sucking hard around him, licking all along the underside as much as I could. I could tell without question that he was getting close, the signs were all there, capped off by hoarse moans. But I wasn't ready to stop yet.

So I did.

I sucked hard around him as I pulled up, swirling my tongue over the head of his cock, and curling my hand back around it. He whimpered hoarsely, lifting his head just a bit to look at me, his eyes still heavy lidded. I smirked up at him, giving his cock a firm squeeze, then shifted back on the bed, laying down between his thighs.

"Patience, Puppy," I murmured against his thigh, nipping gently at it. "It's only going to get better."

He laughed faintly, opening his mouth to speak, before I cut him off with a flick of the tongue, dragging it roughly down over his balls. He whimpered hoarsely, flexing his hips up and yet again giving me the opening I needed; I gripped his hips tight and pushed them up gently, holding them there as I licked slowly downward, tracing the tip of my tongue down the crack of his ass. He cried out faintly, arching up on a shiver, wiggling his hips back into my touch as I swirled my tongue over his opening. He moaned softly at that contact, then louder as I thrust my tongue into him, wiggling it deeper until it splayed inside him. I moaned faintly, finally getting the true taste of him, and it was more than I'd ever imagined. All of him was, the taste, the heat inside, the incredible grip his body held on my tongue. I had waited so long for this, and now that I had finally gotten it, gotten THIS, I had no doubts that it was worth it.

As he pushed back against my tongue, I thrust it deeper, wiggling it around inside him as much as I could. He whimpered with every movement, writhing against the sheets. I pulled back slowly, curling my tongue up as I did, then licked rapidly at his opening. He moaned loudly at that contact, his hands reaching down to grip my shoulders. Rubbing my hands over his hips, I trailed fingertips down over his balls, and teased one over his opening in between flicks of my tongue. His nails bit gently into my skin, silent encouragement for me, and slowly, carefully I eased my finger into him, licking around it as I did. He tensed for a brief moment, but relaxed as I curled my finger up and wiggled it gently deeper. He groaned hoarsely as the digit moved lower, clamping hard around it, trembling as I thrust it carefully back and forth. He clenched hard as my finger moved deeper, pushing back as it moved shallow. I sped my rhythm gradually, curling my finger up each time deep, licking around it leisurely. He began quickly to rock his hips back against me, and I took that as a sign that he was relaxed enough. So carefully I pull my finger back, flicking my tongue against his opening one last time before I sit up and curl my hand again around his cock.

"Please, Jared," He whimpered, thrusting into my hand. "No more stopping,"

I grinned, squeezing his cock tight. "No more stopping, Puppy," I said softly, shifting up to kneel between his legs. He smiled shyly up at me, and I leaned down to kiss him softly. "Only one thing left to do anyway."

He blushed brightly, but nodded his understanding. I smiled softly down at him, kissing him gently again as I laid against him. He gasped, or I did, as our skin touched, and his legs wrapped loosely around my waist. I nestled up against him, and this time I know it was me that moaned, deeply as I furthered the kiss. He returned the kiss in kind, wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I fumbled for the nightstand, pulling a condom and lube from my stash. I dropped the bottle onto the bed beside him, concentrating on tearing the condom open, and quickly sliding it on. I squeezed myself tight as I worked the latex down the shaft, stopping at the hilt and reaching again for the lube. It wasn't where I left it, however, it was in his hand. I cocked an eyebrow in silent question, and he responded with a smile that was all the answer I needed.

He popped the bottle open with ease, and poured some of it's contents into his hand. He rubbed both together to warm it, thankfully, then smiled shyly as he reached down. I bit the inside of my lip in anticipation, flexing my hips forward to meet his hands. As one connected with my cock, I couldn't stifle a moan, my eyelids fluttering as he gripped me tightly. Slowly, hesitantly he stroked down the length, then back up, twisting his wrist over the head. I thrust forward to meet his movements, squeezing my hands tight at his hips, biting back whimpers from each movement. For as much as I had thought about his enjoyment when this day finally came, I would be lying if I said I didn't think of mine, and this was certainly on that list of things. But it wasn't at the top, and too long of this would assure that it would have to be moved there. So reluctantly, I reached down and grabbed his hand, entwining our fingers around my cock and slowly pulling them away.

I kept my hand in his as I shifted back between his legs, rubbing my free hand over his stomach as I pressed slowly, carefully into him. He whimpered faintly at the touch, squeezing my hand tight, but wiggling back against me. I rocked my hips gently, gradually easing deeper, mindful of his comfort. I knew it could never be perfect in that regard, no first time can be, but I wanted it as gentle as possible on him. I never took my eyes off of him as I worked lower, wiggling back and forth just slightly, watching for any sign of resistance. One never came, even as he tensed around me as I neared the hilt; his legs tightened around my waist, and he pushed back against me, allowing me the final depth. I squeezed his hand tight as I stilled, moaning his name faintly and laying down against him to let him adjust.

His arm wrapped tight around my back, his hand rubbing over it, up through my hair. I shivered beneath his touch, squeezing my free hand at his hip to keep myself still. The heat of his body wrapped around me was almost unbearable, anything previous I had felt from him paled in comparison to this. This was what I had waited for, and I would wait another 50 years for just this contact, just this closeness. But it was quite the comfort knowing that I didn't have to, that I could concentrate instead on making this what he had waited for. He'd been waiting a lot longer than I had, after all.

After a few long, shivery minutes, I felt him push back against me and wiggle his hips. I lifted my head to look at him, and the smile on his face belied that he was ready. I smiled in response, leaning down to kiss him softly, and slowly I began to move. I pulled back just slightly to start, ready to stop if he was, but his soft moans were nothing but encouraging. With each thrust I moved out further, until just the head remained inside him, and settled into a soft rhythm like that. He clenched hard around me each time, his legs tightening around my waist, his hand squeezing tight in mine. He settled easily into rhythm with me, pushing back to meet each movement even as my speed increased. When my name fell hoarsely from his lips, I knew he was close, and this time there was no stopping. I curled my free hand tight around his cock, and with a couple strokes sent him over the edge.

He cried out hoarsely as he came, flooding over my hand and clenching hard around my cock. I had to fight to stay gentle, my thrusts getting more erratic as I too neared orgasm. His grip never loosened around my cock, or my hand, but his free hand found it's way back to my hair and pulled me gently down to him. As his lips touched mine again, just a soft caress, there was no holding back. I lost it with one hard thrust, groaning against his lips, shuddering against him as I came.

I slumped against him as I came down from the greatest high of my life, and his arm slid once again around my back. I felt his lips on mine, and I smiled against them, nudging my nose against his. I squeezed my hand still in his, then slowly, carefully pulled from him. He whimpered as I did, and I groaned from the loss around me. Pulling from that heat was like climbing into an ice bath, so I moved quickly to dispose of the condom, and lay back beside him. It wasn't the same kind of heat, but it was still damn warm. Puppies do make for the best cuddling.

I snuggled against his side, kissing his shoulder before I lay my head on it, sliding my arm across his chest. I heard him sigh softly, then felt him shift under my arm, turning onto his side until he was spooned in front of me. I couldn't help but grin at that, tightening my arm around him and hugging him closer.

"You okay?" I murmured softly, kissing his neck gently.

He shivered just slightly, arching back against me, and nodded. "I'm wonderful," He said softly, stretching out against me. I hugged him tighter when he whimpered softly, and he craned back to smile at me. "But a little sore,"

I kissed his cheek gently, nuzzling my nose against it. "Always will be a little, the first time. I just hope it was worth your wait,"

He shifted again to his back and kissed me firmly, trapping my bottom lip gently between his teeth, tugging it gently for just a moment. When he pulled back, he smiled, and I had to grin myself.

"It definitely was," He whispered, shifting back onto his side. He wiggled right back against me, and I tightened my arms around him once more. I leaned forward to again kiss his cheek, and I could feel him smile beneath my lips. "I always knew if I made you wait so long, you'd spend hours making me feel good."

I cocked my eyebrow as I heard that, pushing myself up to look down at him. He turned his head to look at me, and a devilish grin swept over his face. My eyes narrowed and I shook my head, while he just giggled. I really had been right all along; he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was indeed a bad, oh so bad puppy.

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