"He turned towards me abruptly and ended my thought. I could do nothing but stare back at him. We were fairly close, he was maybe a foot away, both turned towards each other, the sun igniting his fiery green eyes.
And then, he inched his head forward, the decisive he's going to moment. My heart seemed to beat harder and harder as his muzzle got closer to mine. My tail wagged lazily on the ground as his mouth began opening slowly. There wasn't any warning for it, there didn't have to be, we just...knew.
I began inching closer to him too, as if instinct took over. I reached a paw up and held his shoulder. My underwear tightened immediately at the touch of paw on something hard as stone.
But, just as we were about to make contact, one thought, one fucking thought, made me hesitate.
Brent."

Excrept from Cole Stryker's story, Grand Bash; and a little piece of my own to show support.