The silver fox peeled off his shirt and smiled at his mate. “So, what are you in the mood for today?”
The dark purple wolf paused to watch the show before shucking his own shirt and tossing it into the corner. “Well, I’m feeling a bit toppy right now. That ok with you?”
The fox chuckled. “Actually, I’m feeling the same way. Looks like we’ll need a way to decide who gets it.”
The slightly larger male shrugged and started unfastening his pants. “Fair enough. Coin flip as usual?”
“Actually, I had something more interesting in mind.” The silver male was almost nude, a slight tent starting to form in his boxers.
The wolf raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? What might that be?”
The fox grinned wickedly. “A friendly competition. First to get the other off using only hands gets to be top for the night.”
“Ooh, I like it, but you’re going down foxy. I know just what to do to you.” The wolf ran a claw through his mate’s chest fur for emphasis.
“Well, we’ll see, won’t we.” The fox dropped his boxers to the floor, freeing his growing erection before helping the wolf out of his own coverings.
With both nude and well on their way to full excitement, they took positions on the floor of the room, the wolf kneeling with legs spread and the fox with legs outstretched on either side of him. They each had easy access to the other’s equipment, both hard and ready in anticipation of their little game and what would follow.
The wolf wore a predatory grin. “Hands only, right?”
The silver fox nodded. “Yep. No mouths, no feet, no tails.”
“Got it. Ready?” The purple canine readied a paw.
The fox moved his hand a few inches from the wolf’s crotch. “Go!”
Both canines were familiar with their mate’s favorite ways to be touched, and the knowledge was reflected in their initial strategies. The wolf ran a teasing claw down the length of the fox’s shaft from tip to base, the gentle touch bringing a slight leaking of pre from the vulpine cock. He proceeded down, tickling through the soft fuzz on the fox’s balls, hearing his partner groan in appreciation.
The fox was busy with his own efforts. He knew that a more direct technique was indicated for his lupine lover, and set to it energetically, gripping the red wolfish cock firmly in his black-furred paw, caressing the head with his thumb. Seeing the wolf buck his hips slightly, he felt renewed confidence in his coming victory, despite the increasingly successful efforts on his own anatomy.
Knowing he had to get serious, the wolf brushed the back of his hand across the fox’s cock, the soft caress of fur on sensitive spots being one of his mate’s weaknesses. Soon they were matched on pleasurable moans, both slowly leaking lubricant onto the other’s paw. Normally, at this point the wolf would go in for a kiss or a more intimate lick, but that was unfortunately off limits this time, so he simply caught his partner’s eye and tried to signal his desires with a single intense look.
In return, the fox winked and licked his lips, clearly having his own plans. He worked his hand down the wolf’s cock, spreading the natural lube evenly across it so he could move more vigorously. In this case he was glad the wolf was a little larger; he’d be better able to get a good rhythm going between knot and tip than the wolf would on him. It was increasingly difficult to suppress the pleasure his partner was giving him, making almost want to give in and lose intentionally. He’d still have fun no matter what side of the night’s activities he ended up on. He shook his head and focused. No, best to keep trying, if just for pride’s sake. He sped up his pace, making sure to squeeze the wolf’s growing knot at the base of every stroke.
Not that there weren’t still tricks available to the purple lupine. He knew his mate’s paw was getting him dangerously close to losing, so he pulled out the secret weapon, bringing his other paw up behind the fox, scratching at his neck fur as he began to rub the vulpine cock more conventionally.
The silver fox moaned desperately as the wolf scritched him. An accusation of cheating died on his lips with a gasp as his sensitive neck was pleasurably assaulted. The wolf was still just using his hands, so it was within the rules. He started to feel the twitching in his stomach that signaled imminent release, and increased his efforts on the wolf. He dropped his hand down and squeezed tight below the swelling knot, simulating a tie.
The sudden clenching on his knot was all it took for the wolf, and he grunted as the heat swelling in him poured out through his cock, pearly white seed flying into the air to coat his mate’s hand. His breath caught in his throat as he thrust into the fox’s paw and he collapsed forward to lean against his mate, their foreheads touching lightly. When his hips stopped bucking, he cursed himself for losing and looked to the fox to congratulate him only to find that his mate was catching his breath after his own release. The fox cum stuck to his paw only confirmed their simultaneous loss. “Who won?” he gasped.
“Photo finish,” the fox huffed. He looked to the wolf with a sly grin. “Oral tiebreaker?”
The wolf grinned back, suddenly jumping forward to pounce the fox to the floor, giving him a quick kiss on the nose before turning around into a 69 position. “Works for me. Ready?”
“Go!”