Rules of Engagement

Chapter Eight

By Roofles

Togo was still snoring when Charles crawled back into bed. He had texted Marcy about what was going on; what mostly was going on. As well as work, calling in for once and taking a personal day just to hopefully get some sleep.

The husky was what Charles liked to think of as a greedy, needy puppy dog – though he wouldn't tell Togo that. The black and white husky wanted to cuddle. And by cuddle, he would lay on top of Charles and call it good. There was no AC in this room and it was far too hot for Charles with the furry canine trying to crawl into his pajamas.

Charles tossed his phone to the side as he crashed hard onto the bed, face first into the pillow. It stunk of the husky snoring next to him. In fact this whole room did. The sheets, the blankets, the cloths. Togo actually had his own room and didn't have to share it with any of the other dogs. Though, from what Togo had told him, Clem the boxer used to stay over nearly every night.

Which is why Charles was looking at the sleeping husky now. Togo was a strong willed, independent kind of guy. Or so he had thought. The more he got to know the husky, the more Togo let his guard down and let him in. Togo was all that and so much more. He could be jealous, he could be needy and just like last night Togo did not like to be alone during the night.

“Charles?” Togo said nearly an hour later. The husky rubbed one eye, looking around the room and then back at the man in bed with him. “What are you doing here?” Togo yawned.

“Don't remember last night?” Charles asked groggily, looking at him with only one eye. It took too much effort to keep both open.

Togo looked down to see that he still had his pants on, hanging around his ankles but still on. “Oh.” Togo just nodded, then stopped and held the side of his head. The migraine told him enough. So he just yawned and laid down next to him. “Ok, cool beans.” Togo just said, going along with it without another thought on the matter.

Charles chuckled at that and closed his eyes as he felt the husky's warm breath wash over his face. Togo had a habit of sleeping uncomfortably close. The husky even bumped their noses together. Charles wiggled his at the cold bumpiness of Togo's. The canine's nose was larger than Charles. Hell, everything about Togo was larger.

“I'm having brunch with my brother.” Togo spoke up softly as he slid an arm underneath the other man and around his back. “Would you come with me?”

“I'd always come for you.” Charles just chuckled back. The husky wagged at that. And then crawled up and laid on the man, snuggling in and falling back asleep. Charles could only roll his eyes and join him.

It was several hours later when the two actually got up. Most the others in the house were gone by the time they got into the shower. And those who were there just ignored them as if various random people coming and going was a natural thing.

There were rows of fur care products all along the bathtub. Some had spilled into it there were so many. On a rack hanging from the wall were even more more, hanging from it were several brushes and shower luffas covered in various shades of fur.

The drain was far larger than Charles was used too.

Togo bent over and snagged a metal tray from it and emptied the fur out, replacing it. “Clog pipes cost a fortune.” The husky just shrugged giving him a once over. Charles covered himself with a bit of a blush, being stared at so openly. “Sug,” Togo teased. “I've seen the goods already.”

“Yeah but I don't like ya drooling over them.”

“No,” Togo gave him a wink. “Just drooled on.” And he helped Charles into the shower before following.

It was far smaller with two full grown males in it and Charles wondered how Reese managed, the wolf being the largest of them. Togo turned the spout away as he let the water warm up. He already was grabbing a few bottles.

“Those with a black T on the top are mine.” The husky just explained. “Don't touch any of the pink ones.” Togo went on, pointing a private section out. These were the ones in the shower rack. “Reese checks the amount every time before he uses them.”

“Right.” Charles just nodded as Togo laid things out.

There was an almost hierarchy amongst the shower utensils. Togo's was near the middle, slightly under Reese's. Brigsby and Muff were just under his and at the bottom, and in the tub itself, were bottles that were just unmarked. Good for anyone to use.

“The second to top shelf in the fridge is mine.” Togo turned the water on the two and let it soak his fur good and long, just standing there behind Charles with his muzzle up into the spray with his eyes closed.

Togo handed him a bottle without looking and Charles uncorked it, squirting the thick paste into his hand. He moved the spray of water off them as he rubbed it between his hands and then onto Togo's chest. The husky took a sharp breath at that, opening his eyes and looking down at him with a sweet, soft smile.

“Feels nice. Having someone else do this.” Togo spoke softly, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the rickety old shower.

“Well.” Charles just focused on that chest of his, rubbing the shampoo into his lush milky white fur and over his sides. The water defined the husky's muscles underneath, something one couldn't easily see otherwise. Charles traced a finger along them making Togo shudder, just watching him. “I do enjoy it myself.”

Togo swallowed but didn't say much else as Charles slowly soaped his arms and neck; up behind his ears and gently over his face. Togo just watched him the whole time as he worked.

“Your a little too good at this.” Togo finally teased. “Seeing any other dogs behind me back, hm?” The husky stroked the side of Charles face with his thumb.

“Oh you know me.” Charles only rolled his eyes, chuckling. “I'm such a play-ya.”

Togo chuckled at that. “You are so white.” And the husky bumped noses, tilting his head just enough to kiss him.

Charles flushed as Togo's tongue surged into his mouth, wrestling with his own as Togo wrapped both arms up, underneath his own and pulled him into a hug. Togo didn't let go. He just rubbed his upper body up and over Charles.

The man finally pulled back, spitting a bit to the side. “Shampoo got in my mouth.” He explained, giggling a bit from the high that had washed over him. Something Togo always seemed capable of doing to him.

“It's organic.” Togo just smirked. “It wasn't even tested on animals.” He teased even further. “And it's a natural flea repellent.” The husky shrugged and Charles wasn't sure if he was kidding or not about that. He figured it best not to ask.

“I'll have to go shopping with you next time then. You can point them out.” Charles rubbed a hand over Togo's chest, teasing one of his nipples. Togo growled playfully at that.

“Most stores don't let pets in.” Togo chuckled. Something Charles just smiled along with, knowing now not to bring it up himself or mention it. It was one of those things the canines in the house would constantly talk about and bring up, casually so. Charles almost got caught up in it himself but had learned by now that it was off topic for him, a human. Togo did love teasing him along with it; joking about such a painful issue.

Charles just kept rubbing and petting over his side before jumping as there was a several loud banging knocks on the door.

“Use up all the hot water and I'll...” Reese snarled viciously on the other side before stomping down the hall. It shook the pictures in their frame.

“He's not much of a morning person.” Togo just shrugged, not even flinching as Charles clung to him in fright. The husky turned the water off. “It'll give you time to finish up.”

Togo took a seat on the edge of the tub, lifting up one leg and placing the other up against the wall. He wiggled his toes at him. “Make sure to use both hands for these big paws of mine.”

Charles gave him a look at that.

“They just so sooore.” Togo whined, looking away as if in pain and stretching that leg out further. Then wiggling his toes for emphasis.

“You are pathetic.”

“I know.” Togo just nodded. “So help me. Help me be more like you.” Togo whispered, with big puppy dog eyes.

“Stop! Stop. I give.” Charles just sat in the tub as Togo placed one hind paw in his lap for him to rub and pet over. Soaping it up. “Not fair giving me those eyes.”

“Well it's just easier.” Togo just shrugged back to his old self. He murred deeply as his human washed his paws and soaped up his legs.

“Easier than what?” Charles dared to ask. Togo didn't answer and just gave him a toothy grin. “You wouldn't dare.” Togo's grin only widened. “So in other words. I just have to be your sex toy or I get punished?”

“Well, I do love my toys so.” Togo chuckled, wiggling a bit as Charles rubbed up his inner thigh and back down, against the fur. Something Togo just loved. Togo pressed his paw roughly between Charles legs, teasing the man back. “And I do love me this toy.” The husky licked his lips. “My favorite chew toy.”

Charles squirmed at the toes around his hardening shaft.

“Well these are done.” Charles said moving one of his legs out of the way. “But I seemed to have missed a spot.”

Togo's tail wagged quickly at that as the two got back up. Charles stroked over his chest, moving in close before sliding his arms around the husky and to grab his ass tightly with both hands, spreading his cheeks. Togo stood a bit taller at that with a startled yip. A sound that quickly turned into a lustful growl as he looked down at the man.

Charles teased him back by slowly licking his lips up at the canine. Who just smirked.

“Oh, I think we can put that tongue of yours to good use.” Togo began to pant, slow and heavy his breath washing over Charles face. “I've been a dirty boy.” Togo began, his tail hiking up as he spoke. “I need a good deep cleaner, sir.”

Charles wasn't sure why he agreed to this or rather went along with the husky. Togo was bent over, ass up in the air with the man crouched behind him. Togo lifted up one of his legs to give Charles better leverage to his sweet, tight tail hole.

Face first, nose nearly touching as the door to the bathroom was thrown open.

“Don't got time.” Reese just growled as he came in. Stopped. Saw the two and turned around and left, leaving the door open.

“Uh...” Charles just said, unsure if he should like stop or what.

Togo looked down between his legs, around his fat hanging sack, at the man. “Why'd you stop?”

Charles jaw dropped slightly which made Togo's tail wag.

“What?” The husky looked honestly confused as to the problem. “Reese can just use the outside hose.” He waved.

Charles only blushed as he sat up a bit. “D-didn't you say we had lunch today with your brother?” Charles changed the subject all together.

Togo growing erection faded quickly at the mention of him. The husky just grumbled as the two finished up quickly.

“Sorry, I'm just not used to this sort of thing.” Charles tried to explain.

“You're fine.” Togo grumbled as he washed the man roughly with the luffa with mostly black fur on it.

“Togo.” Charles said, getting upset over the issue.

That seemed to catch the husky off guard. “Hey, hey.” Togo said softly as he turned the water back on, facing him. “Really. It's fine.” He gave the man a kiss. “There's a reason I wanted to take a shower today.” He began slowly as he washed the man off gently as he looked him over, inspecting to make sure. “My family and I don't really get along that well...”

“Oh,” Charles just said dumbly not sure how to follow that up. Everyone has issues with their family. Charles just didn't expect bringing his brother up would deflate his ego so much. “Reason why we're showering?” Charles nodded.

The man never thought of it but it was clear the other canines could clearly smell Togo all over him. They treated him like Togo's property. Asking the husky if he could do something like grab another beer from the cooler or such. It was odd, almost possessive yet not. Charles just chalked it up to one of those cultural differences such as labeling each and every shampoo or fur conditioner that belonged to you.

Togo nodded at that. “Reason why I invited you along. A good buffer.” Togo chuckled lightly but it wasn't the same as he normally had.

“Sure, anything for you bud.” Charles just agreed as they toweled each other off. “Was worried it was because of the.”

Togo waved him off on that. “What? No, no. No worries. I get it. We'll just do it tonight instead.” And he slapped the man's ass on the way out.

“Wait what?” Charles asked and never got a reply too.

It was around noon that they pulled up to the corner bistro. A small, cute noodle shop where they could eat outside and enjoy the weather. Noodles express run by a small tree squirrel.

“Just two?” She asked sitting them down at a table.

“It'll be three.” Charles said, thanking her after she took their drink order. Togo hadn't such much after driving here. Charles was concerned but didn't bring it up as he sent a text to Marcy telling him he'd be out again and be home later.

One of Togo's ears twitched and he swiveled his head in the direction of a sound. Alert, focused and with his finger nails digging into the metal table.

“Togo.” Charles asked, placing a hand on his. The husky noticeably relaxed and let out the breath he was holding. “You ok?”

“Just been a while since I've seen the family. Is all.” Togo took a slow breath and shook his head. He turned around then back and gave him a forced smile at the concern look he still had. “Just remember, you owe me.” Togo jabbed a finger at him, frowning and showing a flash of teeth before he got up. “Bro!” He called loudly with open arms.

Charles turned around to see a large canine standing in the doorway. Large might have been a misnomer for this dog was nearly as large as Reese. He had rich mahogany red fur and white underbelly. Like Togo he had a curly tail. Yet when the two embraced it was hard to tell the resemblance as if for breakfast they had fed his brother, Bret, steroid Wheaties for breakfast. As well as Togo.

Bret was tall as he was wide. He was like a brick wall of pure muscle and fur. Bret could have easily been a body builder, one that had won several trophies or awards or belts. Charles wasn't sure as he shook the canine's hand, tilting back to look up into his face. He gave a weak smile to Togo, his hand aching from being crushed.

“This the guy you mention?” Bret asked, looking over at Togo. The husky nodded and Bret barked loudly, a sound of a laugh as he turned back. “I see! Well a hand shake just won't due then!” And before Charles could call for mommy, Bret scooped him off the ground in a hugging nuzzle. He got a face full of whiskers before being dropped onto the ground.

Bret took Togo's seat and ordered loudly from outside, calling in to the waitress for his order.

Bret was big, loud and stupid. Charles couldn't think of any other words but that.

“Did you know, Pluto isn't a planet anymore?” Bret said with wide eyes, leaning forward with his tail wagging quickly. He was clearly proud of himself for knowing this information like a child telling his parents what he had just learned at school that very day. “It's like this giant hunk of ice hurling through space!”

What appeal the other canine had quickly vanished as he continued on, boasting loudly about his own accomplishments. “And then I ate the rest of the pizza. Was like whoa, dude. It would've gone to waste otherwise!” Bret went on.

Charles was always great at humoring dumb jocks. This was Togo's brother, he wanted to make a good impression for reasons he wasn't sure about. After all, he openly disliked Marcy's family. Yet, here and now with Togo? He wanted to at least be liked by the big dumb dog.

“Hah, these look like the worms they pulled out of dad.” Bret just went on loudly, making a nearby table move, as he got his order of fried noodles. He wiggled them around.

“Those are bean sprouts, dude.” Charles just chuckled as the canine shrugged and took a bite. Bret was friendly enough, he just was sort of a meat head and Charles was far to used to dealing with them in college. He did get along great with them but had very little in common. For instance, he couldn't see the gym as some sort of religious place to go to every single day to work out.

“Toga, bro. What have ya been up too?” Bret nudged the husky with his hind paw, scooting him back in his chair.

Togo hadn't said a word really since his brother had shown up. The husky just shrugged. “Stuff.” He went back to eating his food.

“Toga?” Charles asked, trying to find something to talk about with Togo's brother.

“Toga, like in animal house. Toga! Toga!” The large canine woofed, rolling his wrist up in the air. He stopped and drooled after a skinny feline that walked back. She turned her nose up on him and continued walking away with the attitude only a cat could have, as if she owned the very street she walked on. “Damn, I love the feisty ones.” Bret gave a lewd wink to him and nudged Charles a bit. “Eh? Eh?”

“They aren't great in the sack.” Charles said from experience, snorting and shaking his head.

“Speaking of not good in the sack, Toga you find anyone yet?” The canine barked that loud laugh again and shoved Togo again.

Togo actually looked a bit flustered after that, not looking at him or Charles as the husky chewed on every word without saying them.

The thing was Charles and Togo had this unspoken rule. Neither of the two ever talked about their relationship. There wasn't one, as far as they were concerned and so long as both of them never, ever talked about it there wasn't ever a chance of being one. It had gotten to the point where when Brigsby had asked, being the nosy golden retriever he was, the two chose to go in the other room and fuck instead.

This happened on multiple occasions, where once Brigsby had tried to tag along.

Bret snorted loudly breaking the awkward silence that had followed after that question. “Just teasing, bro.” And he shoved the husky back once more. Togo had to get up and pull his chair closer afterward. “Not that Dad's surprised or nothing.” Bret said carelessly, not thinking it over.

Togo brow furrowed up at that and the hackles on his back rose up a bit at the mention of their father.

“See,” Bret began turning to talk to Charles. “Togie here is a runt.” The dog jabbed his thumb over and at the husky. Togo gripped the table tightly again.

“Shut up Bret.”

“The smallest, weakest, frailest of the lot.” Bret went on making Charles even more confused. “See. Us Canine-Americans,” Bret did quotes around the word mocking the political correctness of it. “Don't have like one or two kids at a time. We have a liter.”

“Bret, I'm warning you.” Togo growled loudly now. His brother just ignored him.

“Liters are usually like five to eight or so.” Bret said, having to think of the biology lesson he had in school. “In every litter there's always a runt, though.” Bret teased his brother, seemingly unaware how much it was bothering Togo. “Back in the day we used to just toss them out. No point in feeding a wimp.” He chuckled. “Who can afford eight kids after all?”

“Bret. Shut the fuck up.” Togo snarled loudly, slamming a hand on the table and pointing at him.

“What. You gonna make me?” Bret asked standing up. Bret looked angry at the challenge. “Or are you going to call that wolf again? Can't even fight your own fights.” Bret stuck his nose up at that, crossing his arms.

Togo glared daggers at him.

“Here's another interesting fact.” Bret spoke slowly, now just trying to get under Togo's fur. “It's hard to tell, I know. But Togo here is a,”

“Don't you say it.” Togo warned and this time even Charles knew he meant business.

“He's. A. Mutt.” Bret sneered at him and that's about when Togo flipped the table over. The two dog's went at it as Togo pounced onto him and tackled him to the ground.

What began as a somewhat awkward family lunch ended up into a fist fight. “Yup, that's family.” Charles cursed as he rummaged through Togo's phone until he found the number. He called. “Hey, Reese? It's Charles. Togo brother came by and,”

“Where are you?” Reese just said on the other line. Charles didn't even finish his sentence before Reese hung up.

It was nearly ten minutes later, Charles profusely apologizing to the owner and saying he'd pay for any of the damage by the time the wolf showed up. He parked out in the street, didn't even turn the car off as he ran over, jumped over the fence and forcibly separated the two.

“Togo. Car. Now.” Reese ordered. Togo was panting, his fur was messed up and his nose was bleeding badly. Bret seemed to have gotten his own fair share though. “And you.” Reese snarled viciously, making everyone else that was watching move several steps back. “I told you not to fucking come around here anymore.”

“Well I did.” Bret spat back, getting up on wobbly feet. He hadn't been in an actual fight in some time. No point in having muscle if you weren't going to use them. “What are you going to.”

And Reese had him back on the ground, foot on his neck as he stood back up. “Last warning.” And with that the wolf headed inside to sort things out with the owner.

“Charles. Car. Now.” Reese said, fuming still as he stomped his way back to the car.

“What about the truck?” Charles asked, looking back at the parking lot they left it in.

“Belongs to the owner now.” And that was all the wolf said on the matter as he slid into the driver seat, Togo in the passenger and Charles squished between them. “Buckle.” The wolf growled and both quickly did so. He drove off only after they did.

“She's not going to call the cops, is she?” Charles asked, concerned for Togo. He placed a hand on the husky's thigh. Togo was just glaring out the window without a word.

“It's fine.” Reese sighed heavily, leaning back with an arm half out the window. “Thankfully she wasn't human.” The wolf didn't even seem bother than a human was sitting right next to him as he said that. Charles did understand though. Some people would've sued them, called the cops and then bill it on insurance.

It was only Two by the time they got back. Togo just went to his room and Charles remained in the hallway looking after him. Reese was grumbling a bit as he rubbed two hands through his black fur and sighed once more, shaking his head.

“What was that all about…?” Charles finally asked looking over at him. “I don't get it.”

Reese looked up, frowning a bit as if thinking it over. “It's not my place.” The wolf spoke up, thinking aloud. He shook his head though of the thoughts. “Togo isn't a husky.” He began slowly.

“He's… not?” Charles was waiting for Reese to finish that he was in fact three kids in a husky costume.

“He's a husky. And a malamute.” Reese explained slowly, trying to think of the right words to use to explain it to someone outside. “A mix.”

“Ok. And?” Charles just asked, still not getting it.

Reese looked at him. “He's a mix breed.” The wolf said slowly.

“And?” Charles got frustrated. This whole thing bothered him. He couldn't have helped Togo out in a fight and now was confused as to why it had even begun in the first place.

Reese rubbed the brow of his snout with a hand. “Us, canines. We can see, smell these things. Things you, humans, can't. It's a big deal when it shouldn't be. But it is.” Reese growled a bit, getting annoyed himself over it all. “I should've known this'd happen.”

“It's not your fault. I should have done something.” Charles still wasn't sure about it all. All he knew was that Togo was suffering because of it.

Reese snorted at that though. “Not your business too.”

“And if I make it my business?” Charles asked, unsure where this confidence was coming from. He figured it was from the anger he felt for himself for not doing something before.

Reese shook his head, standing up slowly. Charles regretted instantly in picking a fight.

“You're a good kid.” The wolf just patted his shoulder. “Go talk to him.”

“Uh, sure.” Charles just let his breath out, sure he had peed a little at the wolf's approach. He quickly headed down the hallway and stopped at the door. He lifted his hand up, then stopped.

This all was so much. What was he going to say or do to help Togo with this? These were issues Charles never thought he'd have to deal with. Something that never even came to mind. And now here he was in a house of dogs, outside the room of his best friend who was upset over something he couldn't possibly relate too.

“Charles,” Togo said from the other side of the door. “Don't just stand there.” And Charles flushed a bit at that, not realizing the husky had heard him outside the room.

“Hey,” Charles did knock anyways before coming in. “Uh… how are you doing?”

Togo frowned at that. “I have a fat lip, a tampon shoved up my nose and I broke a nail.” Togo snorted at the end, a bit of a smile on his face. He nearly snorted the tampon out of his nose.

“Didn't realize it was your time of the month.” Charles just joked and walked over. Togo patted the bed next to him and he took a seat.

“So now you know, huh?” Togo said softly, looking away. His ears had fallen back. “It's cool if you, like don't want to hang or nothin'.”

Charles seriously wasn't sure what the deal was with this but just went along. “Nah man, I think I'll stay here. If that's cool.” He said watching the husky until he looked over at him. Togo smiled softly, his tail wagging.

“That's cause you just don't know what's up.” Togo pointed out.

Charles took a moment on that then exhaled and his head drop. “Not a single damn clue!” He said a bit too loudly. “I don't get it! At all. I'm sorry, I really am but you are still just Togo. Who the fuck cares what else.” And he ended up placing a hand on Togo's.

The two stopped at that.

“You're Togo, my best friend.” Charles said looking into those eyes. “That won't ever change. And this is super awkward.” He finished off with.

The two shared a chuckle at that as they hugged.

“Thanks...” Togo kept that hug for moment, savoring it and his human's smell. “My mum is a husky.” Togo finally began, breaking apart from that hug. That was harder for him than talking about this. “She was… amazing. A single mother, raising us kids the best she could.” And he chuckled. “Man, I remember when she burnt the hot dogs and we had to still eat them in the Mac'n'Cheese because we had made fun of her about it.” And he laughed softly at that.

Charles just held his hand as Togo went on.

“My litter,” Togo frowned a bit at that. “The others, my brothers and sisters. Didn't make it. I barely did.” And he sniffled. “And I was a runt.” His eyes grew teary. “And when mum married my father, his kids didn't let me forget that.” And Charles had to hug him again as he began to sob. “They always reminded me of it. That I was the runt of that litter. The only one to survive. A mixed bred, freak that just...” And he couldn't finish.

Togo broke down crying, howling every now and then as Charles held him tightly.

There was a knock on the door and a black arm stuck itself in the opening, offering up a full thing of tissues. Charles thanked Reese silently as he handed one tissue after another to the husky who ended up going through half of them, red eyed after.

“Brings a new meaning to used tissue, huh?” Charles ended up joking as Togo looked down at the pile.

The husky laughed, hiccuped and then sniffled. “Sorry.” Togo, rubbed at his eyes. “Damnit, you weren't suppose to see me like this.” He cursed again, still rubbing his eyes.

Charles caught one of his wrists and pulled it down until Togo looked at him. “I'm glad I did.” Charles just gave him that smile and Togo sniffled before hugging him tightly, pulling him up onto the bed and then back into it with him.

Togo didn't stop there as he kissed him all over his face. Licking, petting and nuzzling at him. “Charles, I just.” He shook his head and just held him closer, tighter and gave his ass a squeeze. And he bit his ear, giving it a soft pull as he growled against him.

Charles scratched over his bare chest with a hand, running his fingers through his fur. Togo began to relax at that. Huffing, growling and sniffling every now and then as he finally laid back with his arms out and legs open. Charles continued to scratch over his chest and down his belly.

Togo whimpered a bit, kicking a leg. “Oh, Charles.” Togo panted, moving his arms down to undo his shorts. Togo usually went commando and today wasn't an exception.

Togo lifted up his hips just enough to slid them down and off, kicking them off the bed with a foot. He laid back after that, legs open and that rich musky scent slowly filled the room once more.

“Togo, you sure that.” Charles spoke softly looking up at him.

“Please, I just…” Togo closed his eyes tightly. “I need you.” Togo forced himself to say.

How could Charles say no to that as he moved down to lay between his legs. Resting his cheek against Togo's warm furry inner thigh and looking at the plump sheath and fat, hanging sack.

“Damn, I always forget just how big you are.” Charles said moving a hand up to stroke down Togo's sheath. The husky flexed, squirming and growled at that. Not just the touch but his words. Validating him like this. “Never even seen someone as big. So full and… ample.” Charles teased, pulling his sheath back just enough for the tip to be exposed to the air.

Togo flexed once more, taking a sharp breath.

“Don't know if I could even get one of your balls in my mouth.” Charles moved forward a bit to kiss at the base of his sheath.

“Try.” Togo whimpered, holding the sheets tightly now.

And he did. Rolling his tongue underneath and pulling it into his mouth and suckling on the fat orb. The flesh was warm and slick. His groin was musky and Togo was already beginning to pre. Togo rolled his head back, opening his muzzle and groaning out.

Togo lifted up one of his legs with a hand, curling his toes as Charles continued to pulling on his tennis balls. The man nuzzled against it and Togo would hump against him, murring deeply at the affection his bits were getting.

“Lower.” Togo couldn't help but grin, his tail wagging and thumping against the bed now as the man kissed his way down the husky's taint between his legs. Charles nipped and nosed at the tender flesh. All the way down to Togo's tight tail hole.

Charles didn't think it over he just went with it, opening his mouth enough to slurp up one side of Togo's crack and then biting his muscular thigh. Togo growled and hugged his head tightly with both legs for a second.

“Nice and clean.” Togo giggled, reaching down to lift up his hanging sack for Charles to go in once more. The husky let it drop over the man's face as Charles pressed against him and as he did so, Togo wrapped both legs around the man, holding him close and near.

Togo rubbed the bare sole of his feet over Charles back. Up and down slowly as he murred deeply at the man between his legs only confirmed the validation he needed and wanted. The husky just reached down to pet and scratch the man's hair, ruffling it a bit as Charles moved up to rest on his thigh. Togo guided his face back to his aching groin before resting back and letting the day drag on.

It was another hot day and other than the fan in the room, there was little to do alleviate the heat. Instead they just lay on top of the covers, butt naked and took it slow. Enjoying the others company and naked bodies. From Charles taking a nap in Togo's groin, to the man teasing and playing with the husky's toes.

Togo wrapped his legs around him and they kissed long into an hour just tasting one another. Charles ended up getting a nose full of the canine's armpit as Togo rolled over on top of him once more.

And Charles would go on about the husky. How amazing he was. How great it was to be here with him. Feeling, touching, tasting, smelling and knowing the husky like this. Just the two of them together. Petting the side of his face and having Togo nuzzle into his palm.

Until the husky could take no more and forced him onto his back, clamping his teeth on his shoulder and sliding smoothly with practice into home base. It didn't take long for Charles to give into him and let Togo tie the two together as their lips pressed once more.

“Charles,” Togo breathed as he humped roughly up into him once more. Dragging his dull nails down the man's back with a grunting groan, low and deep as he tilted his muzzle back. “Beg for me.”

Charles was panting, sweaty, hot and sore from their rough foreplay. He looked at him, kissing the side of the husky's neck. “Please take me, Togo.” The man just panted against him. “Fill me. I need you too. Only you, Togo.” And Charles gripped his sides tightly as the husky pumped into him once more.

Sitting in his lap, then laying on top of the dog, pinned against the bed and once on his side. Tied as they were any position Togo could think of. Which was many, far and wide and some that weren't even on the bed and another that was ass to ass. Togo was flexible enough for the two of them.

And when he finally came, he made sure Charles was thinking only of him as they kissed once more. Sloppy, wet kisses that ended with Togo humping Charles to the bed, pushing against it with both feet and shove the man into the pillows and against the wall as he howled his release, his dominance and ownership of his human.

Togo took a moment, savoring each drop he spilled into his best friend. He just held him tightly, close as the husky nuzzled the side of his face and gave it a tender lick.

“Charles,” Togo asked after ten minutes had passed by. The husky pulled back to look at him, petting his face with the back of his hand. “Will you go out to lunch with me again tomorrow?”

“Just us?” Charles asked, arcing his back slightly. He could still feel the husky leaking into him, filling him and no matter how much he pulled Togo's knot stayed firmly lodged inside of his tight tail hole. “The two of us?” Charles went on, flushing a bit.

“Yeah.” Togo placed a hand over Charles heart. He could feel it thundering in his chest.

“As in like a...” Charles was still panting from it all.

“Yeah.” Togo only repeated with that soft smile. “Just the two of us on a lunch date.”

Charles was lost for words, his mind had gone blank and all he could do was look at that black and white fur face. Into those warm, tender eyes and let Togo steal his breath once more with a simple, single kiss.

“Of course.” Charles agreed. He couldn't have refused if he wanted too. In this moment, tied to the dog, all he could think about was him and him alone for in these moments Charles belonged solely to this and this canine alone.