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Rules of Engagement

Chapter Fifteen

By Roofles

Charles was astonished that he was so at ease coming back to his old home. They hadn’t lived there long by any means. It was a new home for a new life that they were going to have together. It had only been half a week since he had last been here and yet, looking up at the two-story house, he felt as if it had been far longer.

“Did you want a house like this?” Togo asked, getting out from the driver’s seat. The husky had insisted on coming to help in the matter. This time Togo wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t even up for discussion.

The two had a fight about it. One of the first times they’ve had a real fight with one another. Disagreeing mostly on the fault behind it all. Charles insisted that it was his own for leaving, for cheating and in the end not fighting for his and Marcy’s relationship. Togo wouldn’t have that and made sure he knew that the husky was on his side behind it, whether he liked it or not, and that it had been her fault the entire time. That their relationship had died a long time ago.

Charles still wouldn’t agree to him coming along though. It wasn’t in his nature to burn bridges or to rub someone’s nose in something, let alone something like this. Togo didn’t say it but the two knew the husky wanted to rub her nose in it and got an added amusement from being a dog out of it.

It had been a long night during their fight where Charles tried to explain to Togo just everything he had tried to do for Marcy. Instead of seeing her side of things however Togo didn’t see it like that. The more Charles explained, the angrier and more upset Togo got on the matter. Learning just how much Charles had sacrificed and done to try and save their dying relationship.

“It’ll be the last time you’ll have to put on a front.” Togo tried to assure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The husky was breathing heavily though and the back of his neck was standing up, his nails beginning to dig into Charles coat.

“Who says I’m putting up a front?” Charles smirked at the husky standing behind him. “I’m always like this.”

“Well, because when you’re with me? It’s natural.” Togo nosed down at him. Charles just pushed his muzzle away as he knocked on the front door. He still had the spare key to the house but thought it would be best not to use it. After all he came here to return it.

Nothing was under his name, other than his car. Everything belonged to her and frankly, that’s what he preferred. If he owned anything else? He’d have to get rid of it, to get rid of all the negative memories associated with them. It was just time to move on. To put his past, this, behind him and move forward.

It was funny. For so long Charles had felt like he was running in place. And now, as he clenched the spare key painfully tight in hand, he felt free.

“Oh, it’s you.” Marcy said opening the door for them. She had her arms folded glaring at Charles and ignoring the husky all together.

“You knew I was coming over.” Charles just said in a flat monotone voice. “I sent you a text.”

“I didn’t get it.” She only said, still standing in the doorway without budging.

“I called.” Charles just continued not letting this final game get to him.

“I didn’t hear anything.” She just lied easily as she breathed.

“Enough. We’ll just grab his things and be out of your hair forever.” Togo finally spoke up, bending down a bit to get on eye level and snarling at her. She stunk of perfume and deceit.

“Tell your dog to back off.” Marcy gagged, looking away as if offended by the sight of the husky.

“Let’s just get this over with, please Marcy.” Charles tried to ask.

“Now you’re asking me to just make it easy?”

“We’re asking you not to be a bitch.” Togo only growled once more, turning his head away and crossing his arms; mimicking her aggressive stance. One thing Charles had learned in this all, you never tried to show aggression or dominance with your body language around canines.

“You would know all about that, wouldn’t you!” Marcy finally just snapped back, facing Togo and glaring at the husky.

Togo’s ears fell back and he bared his teeth. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother.” He warned, his voice shaking a bit as he spoke.

Charles wanted to dump a bucket of water on both of them. He knew better than to leave them by themselves though, talking about Togo’s mother was defiantly a big no no. And he wouldn’t be surprised if Togo ended up doing something stupid because of it. Something he knew Marcy was going for. That was more her game, getting others to get rid of her problems for her than dirtying her own hands.

“Here’s the spare key.” Charles offered, stepping between the two. He took Togo’s hand with his other and moved past Marcy inside after she took the key. “I won’t be needing it anymore.”

“Or you.” Togo just added on with another growl, following behind Charles towards the side room. Marcy just fumed behind them, at the husky.

She blamed the husky for it all. For everything. Her mind concluding that it was all Togo’s fault and that the two of them were perfectly happy until the sex fiend came into their lives and ruined it. And it was easier to blame another than to realize that she had a part to blame in it all.

“We got a couple of boxes.” Charles just looked around, recalling that Marcy had unpacked all his things and set up this room for him. A single room, in a whole house, that was actually his. He didn’t have a say on the wall paper, the color of the rooms, the carpet pallets she had picked out, the fact she wanted to remodel the kitchen to something newer while he enjoyed the rustic feel of it. All these things and he only had a say on a single one.

“And the tv!” Togo eyes widen seeing it. He went over to inspect it and stumbled onto the gaming console Charles had bought years ago and never really got around to playing. “I love this! I always wanted one.” The husky smiled at him, wagging his tai and giving him a look like a kid in a candy store.

“Yes, we’ll take it too.” Charles rolled his eyes and began to pack things up. “I should just get rid of most this crap.” He muttered more to himself than the husky, looking at the old novelty toys he had collected over the years.

G.I. Joe dolls, unopened classic transformers, a nerf gun, a couple of comic books and then the posters on the wall. Little things he had gotten over the years for himself, things he had wanted but not needed and thus never got from anyone in his family.

“They’ll look great in my room.” Togo knelt next to him to see what he was looking at. He placed a hand on his shoulder once more, moving closer to bump his muzzle against his cheek. “Our room.”

“You already have so much junk, though.” Charles chuckled lightly getting emotional over it all.

“Correction.” Togo pointed out, his ears perking up. “We already have so much junk.” And he giggled next to his mate, licking his cheek before standing back up. “I’ll take the tv out first while you sort these out?”

“Sounds good!” Charles gave him a warm, much appreciated smile and began sorting things back into the boxes. He also had to get his cloths from the closet.

Togo was used to being forced to do the hard labor during his jobs and didn’t mind taking the flat screen tv out. It was light as a feather compared to his old school one in his room. Togo didn’t have cable or anything for his room but with the console could watch movies together now without taking up the living room.

The husky put it neatly in the back of Clem’s truck before his ears perked up. He spied a van turning into their cul de sac and it made shivers run up his spine. He turned around to see Marcy’s smug look on her face and quickly headed back inside to warn Charles.

“Uh, don’t panic but I think we’re going to have company.” Togo had jogged back into the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Who?” Charles asked, confused.

Togo only whined with big puppy dog eyes.

Charles thought it over for a few second before his jaw nearly dropped as if dawned on him. “She wouldn’t?”

“Wouldn’t what? Wouldn’t what?” Togo asked, pulling on his ears.

“Board up the door. We’re not leaving. Ever.” Charles covered his face.

“Who?” Togo asked, chewing on his finger nails.

“My family…” Charles choked on the words.

With everything going on he had forgotten about his family coming into town for the wedding. They were the only ones on his side that was coming to the wedding, everyone else was Marcy’s friends or family.

“Where is he?” A shrill voice came from the other room making the two wince.

“Climb out the window. I’ll hold them off!” Charles said, grabbing a golf club.

Togo had half a mind too. Then swallowed his fears away and placed a hand on his shoulder once more, looking him in the face. “If you’re going down. I am too.”

Charles smiled. “You’re either the bravest damn son of a gun I’ve ever met, or stupidest.” And they hugged it out for what was to come.

Charles had his head down, sitting on the couch while his mother yelled at him. He was drinking tea that she had somehow made during all the yelling and maybe out of habit had brought Togo a glass as well.

“Drink.” She had ordered the husky when he had politely refused. Togo shrunk in on himself, finally just saying “Yes, ma’am.” And didn’t say another word while Charles mother laid into him.

“After everything I’ve done. Working three jobs, going to work uphill both ways during storms.” She had brought up. Exaggerated maybe, Charles knew all her stories were grounded in some truth and it made him feel worse about this all. “All I wanted was for you to get married and live your life.”

Marcy stood off to the side, not needing to say a word as she looked on in bitter delight.

“Yes, mom.” Charles just nodded, taking another sip of the lemon flavored sugarless tea.

“And you!” She turned on the husky who had his head down, folded ears and wasn’t able to make eye contact. “What were you thinking? My son was getting married and now!” She threw her arms up, huffing loudly and turn away to go dust off the mantle and fix a picture frame her tantrum had knocked over.

“W-well he came onto me!” Togo whined, pointing at Charles and trying to get the blame back onto him.

“You were going to get married and now!” Charles mother turned back on him without missing a beat. “Why wouldn’t you want a sweet, lovely girl like Marcy? She has money and…” She trailed off a bit.

“Because I’m, well…” Charles chewed on his own words. How can he be acting like this when he was a grown adult?

“Your sister is already having her third child! When will I have my grandchildren?” She just continued, not caring that Charles’s sisters kids were in fact her own grandchildren. It was just one thing after another with tears, yelling, shouting, getting more tea and offering food to the two before getting mad that neither felt up to eating.

Charles was feeling as low as dirt as Togo scooted over to wrap an arm around him, giving him an encouraging hug after throwing him under the bus.

“And you!” Charles mother turned on Togo sharply, jabbing a finger in his face. “What are you doing? How will you provide for my son, huh?”

“He’s a gardener, mom.” Charles tried to speak up before being hushed.

“It’s not your turn to talk!” She just shot him a cold glare and looked back at the husky, who wished he could sink into the very couch he was sitting on.

“Uh… I’m like a… freelancer?” Togo offered weakly.

“Like? Are you or aren’t you!”

“I-I am, ma’am!” Togo yipped, cowering against Charles with his legs up.

“Make good money, hm?” She demanded.

“Enough to get b-by comfortably!” Togo whimpered.

“And what about living situation? What about transportation? You aren’t taking advantage of my son, are you?” She drilled in one question after another, her voice loud enough to shake the window frames.

“N-no, ma’am! I use my truck and h-help with gas and, and…” Togo stammered trying to explain as quickly as he could.

“Where are you going to live?” His mother demanded of Charles now, turning on him as the husky took a breather. “You sure as hell aren’t moving back in with me! Oh, if only your father was still with us.”

“I’m crashing with Togo.” Charles said, holding onto the husky’s arm who was hugging him and sobbing silently from the ongoing interrogation. “It’s a nice place!” He quickly added in. “We have roomies b-but they pay rent and it’s real cheap, good space.”

“Did he make you sign anything?” She shot an accusing look at the husky who pulled Charles in front of him.

“N-nothing. It’s all under our friend’s name Reese and he takes care of everything.”

She took a moment on that, looking him hard in the face. “Are you on drugs?” She asked dead serious. Charles wanted to face palm.

“No, mom. I am not on any drugs.” And from there things just rinsed and repeated.

It was getting to the point where Charles just wanted to say he had not now or ever been a member of the communist party. An hour stretched into two and Togo had to excuse himself to take a call from Reese who was calling to make sure everything was going ok. Togo wasn’t sure where to begin on what was going on.

From one there became two and from there half of Charles family had showed up. His sister with her husband and two kids, one in the oven; his brother and his soon to be wife showed up next. Then there was his uncle and aunt. And by the time Togo got off the phone the whole living room was filled with people.

“I understand, bro.” His sister was talking to Charles. “Before I got engaged I was totally panicking. Was thinking of running off to the Philippines with this Rastafarian I met a week before the wedding.” Her husband was staring in disbelief as she told a long, drawn out story of have she almost cheated on him because it would have been fun. And she laughed about it casually. Charles seemed to enjoy the conversation which made Togo’s tail wag.

“So, where is she?” His brother finally asked, interrupting their conversation.

“Who?” Charles asked.

“The girl that you cheated on.” His brother just said flatly, unamused by this whole thing. Charles knew he wouldn’t be happy about all this.

“Well, about that.” Charles coughed a bit, shooting a glance over to Togo who had returned. The husky wasn’t sure if he should stick around or not with this all.

The whole room went quiet as the husky took another step forward and came into view.

“This is Togo.” Charles said slowly, walking over to place a hand on the husky’s back and turning back towards everyone. “This is my family…” He whispered to the husky, seeing as no one was saying a thing. “I told you to escape out the window.”

“I don’t get it.” His brother was the first to speak up.

“This is the man Charles slept with.” Marcy finally jumped back in. She left it at that.

“That’s not possible.” His brother just said loudly.

“Clark.” Charles sister spoke up.

“It’s a he!” Clark just shouted, red in the face. “Charles how could you just…” And with that he left. He stormed out of the room with his soon to be wife and not another word was said.

“That actually went better than I thought it would.” His sister said walking over. She gave Charles a hug. “I’ll uh, try to talk to him.” And headed out.

“Extremely religious.” Charles just explained to Togo. The husky just nodded without a word. “Can we slip out unnoticed?”

“Someone parked behind us.” Togo just explained, placing a hand on his shoulder as he had done so many times before.

It only escalated after his uncle brought up how he had once hit on a fox lady down town. His aunt did not find that amusing. Charles caught Togo’s arm and just shook his head as the fight began to break out. Angry shouts turned into yelling and cursing that began to bring up other things they had done. Which caused one of the vases to end up on the other side of the room, broken and shattered against the wall.

“Welcome to the family.” Charles grumbled, resting his head on the back of the couch as the table in front of them was turned over.

“I thought it was to get us to, like break up. And for you to end up back with her?” Togo asked, perplexed an hour later.

“No, it was more like screwing the rest of my life. Every family meeting, every family gathering and just every day I’ll be getting emails. Texts. Calls. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to talk to my crazy religious brother again, not that that’s a big loss.” Charles just groaned, resting back in the truck. They had somehow managed to get the rest of the stuff packed up and got out of there before the house burned down.

“That means… they accept this?” Togo asked hopeful, his eyes shining like stars at the prospect. “Well, sort of. In their own crazy way that is.”

“Crazy is an understatement. Just be glad no one pulled out their gun, this time.” Charles dragged both hands down his face. “Or lit something on fire. This time.”

Togo wasn’t sure if he was joking or not and just kept driving home.

Reese, Clem, Togo and Charles brought everything in. The Alpha took an extra couple minutes to sniff the two all over to make sure no physical damage had been done. He gave a nod to each and then headed back into his room to mope.

“He seems to be doing better…?” Charles pointed out as he set the last box on Togo’s and his bed. The room wasn’t that large to begin with, with all the extra stuff in it there was even less space for the two.

“He’ll get over it.” Togo waved it off without another thought on the matter.

“Still feel like we should do, something.” Charles felt odd for even feeling this way about Reese, his new alpha. He was sure Togo explained that the alpha was supposed to take care of them rather than they take care of him.

“You can’t give him what he needs is all.” Togo just reassured him, nuzzling the side of his face and looking at the extra stuff. “All your stuff is here now.”

“Looks like your stuck with me then.” Charles chuckled.

“True,” Togo nodded then backed away. “Wait what! This isn’t what I wanted! Oh no, my carefree bachelor days are over.”

Charles just gave him a look.

“Kidding of course.”

“Not like it’ll change things.” Charles pointed out, taking a seat on the bed and looking in one of the boxes.

“What do you mean by that?” Togo gave him a look.

“Well, I can’t imagine you ‘ll be any different than you normally are. Stinking up the place,” Charles just shrugged both shoulders getting up to walk around the room. “Making a mess wherever you go. Walking around like you own the place.” He teased some more.

Togo caught on a bit longer than it should’ve took and that only made him more disgruntle about it.

“Hey now, I’m not like that.” Togo whined getting up with a furrowed brow. The husky put on his serious face, making Charles blush a bit.

“Then how would you be?” Charles tapped his own chin, pondering the thought. He pictured the husky with a bubble pipe, a hat and glasses in a large bathrobe and slippers. The picture made him laugh.

Togo began to growl. A low rumble in his chest that vibrated up into his throat, making his lips quiver a bit. Then he took a heavy breath, sharply threw his nose and exhaled.

“Oh, I’d be something big and bad.” Togo wiped a hand back through his hair and undid the top of his shirt button. “Dominate. In control.” Togo took a step closer, forcing Charles back against the wall. He slammed a hand hard against the wall, resting against it and leaning down towards him. “An owner.”

Charles was flushed in the face, short of breath and then stopped at the final thing he said. “An owner?” He could only ask befuddled.

“Your owner.” Togo clarified, running a finger down his chest without missing a beat.

“How does that work?” Charles asked both curious and worried.

“Be easier just to show you.” Togo growled in his ear, snagging the top of his shirt with his finger and giving it a tug forward. Charles took a hesitant step forward at that.

Togo ran his hand around his neck and over his shoulder slowly, then down to pull up and take off his shirt in one smooth pull. He tossed it aside, rubbing down his raised arms and over his sides, across his stomach to his shorts. The husky was standing close enough for Charles to feel that warm, musky furry chest against his back.

“Strip you of everything you own for starters.” Togo began, undoing the front of his pants with skilled fingers. Charles rested back against the large canine as his pants and underwear was pulled off.

Togo didn’t leave it at that, lifting one of his legs and teasing the inner part of his leg with his palm.

“Any, everything of you belongs to me.” Togo just licked his lower back, standing back up to nip at his ear and press himself against him. Rubbing over his chest, scratching down it and giving him a strong hug, almost painfully tight hug with another growl.

The husky licked the side of his neck, biting his ear before letting go and turning him around. Togo pet over his neck with the back of one finger. “I got just the thing.” The husky grinned toothily, moving over to fish around in the top drawer of his dresser.

He ended up pulling out an ash colored leather strap with a silver tag hanging from it. The name Togo was in dark black letters on it.

The husky didn’t wait to explain, nor did he have too, as he wrapped it around Charles neck and fastened it tightly. He rubbed his thumb over Charles cheek and licked the other.

“It looks good on you.”

“This is yours?” Charles just asked with a meek smile, touching the silver name tag.

“Just like you.” Togo only answered giving him a strong kiss. It made the husky growl once more, murring from the taste and feel of his human. He dragged his fingers down his chest once more. “I just love your skin.” The husky began slowly, breathing hotly against his face. “So much to lick at, to sniff and chew on.”

Charles giggled as Togo rubbed over his sides, nipping at his exposed neck. The husky licked over his neck, letting his teeth tease his throat almost threateningly. The shudder from the human made the husky growl again.

Togo pulled away roughly, licking his lips as he moved over to the closet. Grabbing a few things. Such as a leather harness with similar silver rings keeping each together. Togo fitted each one over his naked, hairy chest with leather bands around his arms and thighs.

The leather was warm and felt nice against his naked skin.

Togo pulled fingerless gloves on and took his pants off.

“Nice.” Charles smiled at the husky’s jockstrap. Along the band was the word woof repeated several times.

Togo grinned at that. “Like them, huh?”

“You know it.” His human said back.

“Good. You should wear them.” Togo just smiled at him. The husky took a step back and did a slow, strip tease for him. Pulling one band down at a time and turning around to moon him with a raised tail as he bent over all the way to pull the garment down and off.

Charles blushed a bit, lifting one leg for him. Togo only smiled at that though and moved past it and closed in, pressing his naked self against the man. The husky placed one band behind his ear and then the other, placing the musky front of the jockstrap over his nose.

“Good boy.” Togo smiled at him, giving him a pat on the head. “Don’t remove it until I tell you too.” And the husky just moved away, turning his back on him with a shake of his ass and a wag of his tail.

Charles was hot in the face; the strong powerful smell of the husky’s jockstrap was smoldering hot against his nose. It was similar to having the husky’s hefty sack resting on his face. Every breath he took made him light headed as he waited for the husky to come back.

The scent of his mate only reminded him of all the times they had been together. It was making him hard, his trip even beginning to drip from the overpowering smell. It was too hard to resist a much-needed stroke.

“No,” Togo came back stopping him. “Did I say you could do that.” It only made Charles cheeks turn a darker red as the husky closed in to bump his nose against Charles’s covered one. The husky pulled back to rub a hand all over his jockstrap, rubbing it into his face.

“Like that, don’t you?” The husky only murred deeply, looking him in the eyes. “My smell. Lick it, taste me.” He growled now, beginning to breathe heavily. “Want to touch yourself, don’t you?” Togo grinned though, pressing his chest against the man and forcing him back against the wall. “Touch me instead.” The husky ordered, taking hold of his wrist and placing his hand on the husky’s swollen sheath.

Togo whimpered at that. Feeling his mate’s hand on his sensitive sheath. The slightest touch made the husky shudder, his fur standing up a bit as he let out a long hot breath and rested against his human; pressing his groin into that hand.

Charles gripped the fat sheath with his whole hand, giving it a strong pump and sliding his fingers down it’s sides. All the way down to his sack and letting its heavy weight rest in his open palm as he brought his other hand down. With two fingers, he teased the husky’s widening opening to his sheath. And with his own smile, Charles shoved both into it. Tugging at the loose flesh and making the husky arc his back with a deep growl.

Togo didn’t say a word, he didn’t need too as an animalistic growl escaped him.

The husky kissed him then. Roughly through the jockstrap cloth without a care that it was in the way, drooling over it as he kissed his mate. Licking and slurping over his cheek as he lifted his leg up to push against the wall for support. Togo lifted his head high, closing his eyes as he slowly rocked back and forth into Charles hand and against him.

“Like that don’t you.” Togo murred aloud to himself; Charles could tell Togo was enjoying this far more than he was. “My big fat dick. Want it buried deep inside your tight hole, breeding you all night long.” The husky stopped himself, flexing his toes against the wall and in the carpet as he took that thought and held onto it.

The husky’s tip drooled out of the opening of the stretched sheath and all over Charles palm. The husky’s pre soaked his hand, running between his fingers and already making a mess as Togo humped forward once more.

Togo placed his feet firmly back on the ground and gripped Charles ass tightly, spreading his cheeks and lifting him up roughly against the wall. The husky bite at his bare chest around the leather straps. Kissing, licking and chewing on his exposed flesh as he humped up blindly against him.

“We never have enough time to play.” Togo growled with that smile still on his face. The two looked down at his half exposed member. It twitched at the attention, the tip globing another spoonful of husky sugar. Togo rested the tip against Charles groin. “Too much foreplay and I end up just blowing it all over you.”

Charles was dropped back down, pushed onto his ass as the husky brought his leg back up and over him, dragging his sack up his face. Togo took hold of his tip and just rubbed it over the side of his face.

“SO hard not to just blow my load all over that cute face of yours.” Togo licked over his lips slowly, looking down at him. “Fucking adorable.” The husky just lifted his leg and slowly pressed his bare hind paw against his face, rubbing that sweaty, musky jockstrap even further against his face. “Want to just…” And he finished with a low, deep growl.

And he went down on his knees, placing them on the sides of his mate. Togo used a finger to move the jockstrap to the side, but not off his face, to expose his lips for the hungry husky’s. Togo kissed him roughly, wrapping his hands around his thighs and slowly lifted them up over his own.

“You reek.” Togo drooled, kissing him once more. “Stink like my gym bag.” The husky chuckled. “My musky pup.” And he licked over him once more. “Now I’m going to breed you.”

Togo pulled his legs up high unexpectedly and forced Charles onto his lower back. The husky nosed at his foot, sniffing and licking over it’s bare sole making Charles squirm. Togo only smiled at that, looking at him. The husky moved his jockstrap back over his face then got into position. Lowering his tapered flared tip down between Charles legs and under his sack.

Togo trailed the drooling tip along his taint, slowly teasing his tight tail hole until sinking deep inside making both of them moan loudly in the house.

“Fuck, so tight babe.” Togo whined, gritting his teeth tightly and then exhaling as he spilled a good dose into him. The husky took hold of himself and began working and teasing his hole with strong counter clockwise circles. “No matter how many times we do this, your always so… tight for me.” The husky panted, open maw with his tongue drooling out. “Think you’d be loose by now.” The husky cheeks lifted in a wide grin.

Charles pulled the jockstrap off for a second for some much needed air, breathing heavily. “Maybe, maybe you’re just too big?” He offered. That only got the husky working up more and he could feel the husky flexing at the praise. Feel that thick rod pulse once more, drooling more lubricating pre inside him. And like brush, Togo used his fat length to paint his insides white.

“Trying to make me blow early?” Togo growled down at him, humping deeper inside and shutting Charles up. Togo just watched in delight how much he could make his human squirm in pleasure. How he could give his mate so much joy and pleasure where no other could.

The very thought made his knot swell and another spoonful spilled inside his mate.

Togo just took hold of his length and guided it deeper inside, letting out another heavy breath and deep growl as Charles tightened around in. “Resist all you like, this is happening.” Togo had wanted to say, to brag about his girth. The husky could even form words as his tongue lolled out, pleasure washing over his face making him giggle like an idiot.

The husky just put both the man’s legs up on his shoulder and held his thighs as he brought the human as close as he could, sinking in every inch of himself deep inside until his knot pressed against him. Togo just continued to work him, twisting and humping with low growls. Before spreading his cheeks painfully apart and humping with enough force to shake the very wall Charles was pressed against.

Charles cried out, Togo groaned and someone pounded on their door to tell them to shut the fuck up.

They ignored it as the husky wrapped both arms around him and pulled him into a hug. Using his teeth to strip the jockstrap off and kiss him, rolling onto his back and pulling his human along with him. Charles rested on the furry, sweaty husky chest. Togo was breathing heavily, rubbing and scratching over his back as he tensed once more, relaxing and spilling another dose of husky love into his mate.

“Should we move to the bed?” Charles asked, nosing at the husky’s chest. He could feel the thundering beat of Togo’s heart. Feel the sweat on his fingers and smell the husky’s musk wafting in the room.

“I am your bed now.” Togo snorted, closing his eyes and resting back. His breathing slowed and he savored the moment, tied to his mate like this.

Charles just smiled at that and hugged his husky.

“Togo, do you dream when you’re awake?” Charles asked a good five minutes later. Togo was still leaking inside him and would be for the rest of the night if the husky had his way.

“I don’t think that’s possible, hun.” Togo just mumbled back, scratching the back of his head.

“I do.” Charles sat up a bit, wincing slightly.

“Hm.” Togo opened his eyes slowly, looking at him. Then smiled. “Why would I need to dream when I have you?”