But sometimes it was good for his control to be tested.
“That’s it, boy,” he said huskily. “You’re doing so well.”
“I need to come,” Brody groaned.
“Soon,” the Fox told him. “Keep stroking your cock. I bet it feels so good, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” Brody said.
He decided not to tease him any longer. Wasn’t that good of him?
“Come now, Pup, come with me,” the Fox urged.
Brody let out a deep breath and his arm stilled as he let out a small moan, clenching down on the Fox’s cock.
Fuck.
That was all the Fox needed to send him over the edge.
Christ, he would never tire of that feeling. Of the rush of pleasure, the connection.
They both slumped over the desk, breathing heavily. The Fox then slid himself out of Brody’s ass and reached for the other man, helping him stand before turning him around so he could hug him.
“You did so well, my Pup,” he told him. “You were so fucking sexy, bent over my desk like that. I could fuck you like that every hour of every day. Maybe I will one day. Keep you in here with me and fuck you every hour. Would you like that?”
The Fox ran his hand up and down Brody’s back. Aftercare came more easily to him now. After all, it was no hardship to touch his Pup or his Bunny.
Hmm, speaking of his Bunny . . . he should go check up on her.
Brody shuddered. “I don’t think I’d be able to walk the next day.”
“Aww, poor baby. I’d take care of you. You could stay in bed all of the next day.”
“Right,” Brody said dryly. “And wouldn’t that lead to more fucking?”
The Fox leaned back to shake his head with a sigh. “You’re insatiable. I put you to bed to recover from fucking, and you’d just want more fucking? You can’t fuck all the time, Pup.”
“Me? I wasn’t . . . I didn’t mean that I . . .”
The Fox grinned and Brody just glared up at him. The Fox couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around the back of his Pup’s head, then leaning in to kiss him.
Fuck. He tasted amazing.
The Fox reluctantly pulled back, waiting for Brody to open his eyes and look at him. “You’re good, Pup.”
It wasn’t a question; he could see it in his face. The soft smile, the dreamy expression, the lack of tension.
His Pup was more than good. He was amazing.
“Come on, Pup. Let’s get both of us cleaned up. And then I think we need to look for Bunny; she’s been quiet for far too long.”
“That’s never a good sign,” Brody muttered.
Truer words were never spoken.
2
FOX, BRODY, AND AUTUMN
