Lowering the guard
Kiran found Remi the same way he always did lately, by walking the quieter trails until the fennec appeared out of nowhere, silent as a shadow.
Remi was perched on a fallen log this time, one knee drawn up, checking something on a small device strapped to his wrist. The tactical gear was the same as before: dark, practical, form-fitting enough that Kiran’s eyes still lingered a little too long on the lean lines of his body. Those oversized ears flicked toward the sound of approaching paws long before Kiran was close enough to speak.
“You’re getting predictable,” Remi said without looking up.
Kiran grinned and hopped up onto the log beside him, tail curling behind him for balance. “Or maybe you’re just that good at noticing me. I’ll take the compliment either way.”
Remi finally glanced over, the corner of his muzzle twitching in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “I patrol this stretch every day. Lir covers the higher ground. He likes the trees. Prefers to stay invisible.”
“Sniper leopard,” Kiran said, nodding. “I’ve heard the stories. Guy can put a round through a bottle cap at three hundred yards or something ridiculous.”
“Four hundred,” Remi corrected quietly. “And he doesn’t miss. He’s never far. If something happens out here, he’s already watching.”
Kiran tilted his head, studying the fennec’s profile. “You two work well together. It’s smart. One of you in the open, one of you in the shadows. Most packs don’t coordinate that cleanly.”
Remi’s ears twitched at the praise, though he tried to hide it by looking back down at his device. “We do what works.”
They walked for a while after that, conversation drifting between resistance movements, recent sightings, and the strange quiet that had settled over the territory since the last panther attack. Remi was still reserved, but he talked more now. Kiran had a way of filling silences without demanding answers, and little by little the fennec seemed to relax into it.
Eventually the trail dipped and the sound of running water reached them. Remi led the way without explanation, slipping between a stand of young pines until they emerged into a small rocky clearing. A miniature waterfall spilled over a low ledge into a clear, cold pool no bigger than a large bath. Sunlight filtered through the canopy in bright shafts, turning the water a sparkling green-blue.
“One of my favorite spots,” Remi admitted, already toeing off his boots. “Quiet. Hard to approach without being heard.”
Kiran’s ears perked. “Oh, we’re swimming?”
“If you want.”
They ended up sitting on the smooth, sun-warmed rocks at the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water, the coolness flowing through their fur. Kiran kicked lazily, watching the little waves he made. After a long stretch of comfortable quiet, he glanced sideways at the fennec.
“So… about the other day.”
Remi’s ears went flat for half a second before he forced them upright again. “What about it.”
“You’ve never had a blowjob.”
It wasn’t a question. Remi’s silence confirmed it.
Kiran leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky through the leaves. “I could change that for you. Right now. No pressure. No expectations. Just… me wanting to.”
Remi let out a short, startled laugh. “You’re ridiculous. What a thing to want out here, and with a fox you barely know.”
“I’m serious.”
The laugh faded. Remi stared at the water for a long time. “No.”
Kiran didn’t push. He just shrugged and smiled like it was no big deal. They sat there a while longer, feet swirling the cold water, until the heat of the day made the idea of the pool too tempting to ignore.
Clothes came off in stages. Boots, then shirts, then the rest. Kiran made no effort to hide the way his eyes tracked every inch of Remi’s body as the fennec stripped. Lean, tight muscle under soft pale fur. That long, elegant fennec tail. And between his legs, a neat, pale sheath that looked almost delicate compared to the wolves Kiran was used to.
Kiran’s own sheath was already starting to swell just from looking, and his breathing took more effort.
They slipped into the water with soft hisses at the cold. It was only waist-deep at the center, crystal clear, the rocky bottom smooth under their paws. Kiran swam in lazy circles, deliberately letting his gaze drift down whenever Remi wasn’t looking. Remi noticed. Of course he noticed. His ears burned pink under the fur.
When they finally climbed out again, they stretched out on the sun-warmed rocks to dry. Water beaded and ran in little rivulets down Remi’s lean chest and stomach. Kiran lay on his side facing him, head propped on one paw, openly staring at the fennec’s sheath and the soft, furred balls beneath it.
Remi’s breathing had gone a little shallow.
Kiran waited until they were both mostly dry. Then he reached out and let one red-furred paw settle lightly on Remi’s thigh.
Remi’s whole body tensed. Under Kiran’s palm, the pale sheath twitched and began to thicken, the tip of a pink cock just starting to peek free.
“Please,” Remi said quietly, voice tight. “I’m not… I don’t know if I can do this.”
Kiran’s paw stayed where it was, warm and steady, but he didn’t move higher. His voice dropped into something softer, almost gentle.
“Hey. Look at me.”
Remi’s green eyes flicked over.
“There’s nothing to be scared of,” Kiran said. “It’s going to feel good. I want to do this. You don’t owe me anything after. Not a thing. If you say stop at any point, I stop. Simple as that.”
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft rush of the waterfall.
Then Remi gave the smallest of nods, his yellow ears swaying. Kiran felt light headed.
Kiran’s smile was slow and warm. He shifted, climbing carefully down the rock until he was kneeling between Remi’s legs. Both paws settled on the insides of those lean thighs and pushed them farther apart, spreading the fennec open for him.
“Just lay there,” Kiran murmured, voice low and coaxing. “Watch the sky. You don’t have to do a single thing, fox. Let me take care of you.”
Remi’s ears were trembling. His chest rose and fell too fast. But he stayed still, thighs open under Kiran’s paws, staring up at the shifting leaves overhead.
Kiran leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over the soft, furred balls beneath that pale sheath. Remi’s thighs jumped. His abs, beautifully tight and defined, clenched hard. Kiran knew better than to admit it right now, but this fennec was fucking hot. Body carved yet soft with fur, smooth, curvy in the right places, abs military tight. And that body was under Kiran's tongue.
Kiran smiled against the warm skin and rubbed one paw slowly up over those abs, soothing in slow circles.
“It’s okay,” he crooned, voice a soft, playful sing-song. “Relaaaaaax… relaaaaaaaaaaax. This red fox is going to go nice and slow and enjoy himself while you just feel everything I do to you.”
He kept licking, slow and thorough, until the fennec’s breathing started to even out a little. Then he gently took Remi’s long tail in one paw and guided it out of the way, wrapping it around the fennec’s own thigh so it stayed clear. He made a deliberate choice not to touch anywhere near the entrance. Not today. Not for a first time. Keep it simple. Keep it safe.
Kiran licked upward from the balls, tracing the seam of the sheath with the flat of his tongue. Remi’s cock was emerging now, slender, bright pink, the tip already beaded with a shiny drop of precum that caught the sunlight.
Kiran looked up the length of Remi’s body, eyes soft and hungry all at once.
“I’m going to take the best part of you in my muzzle now, Remi.”
Remi’s green eyes met his. After a heartbeat, the fennec nodded.Kiran smiled, leaned down, and opened his mouth.
Kiran’s muzzle closed around the tip of Remi’s cock with deliberate care.
The first taste of the fennec’s precum hit his tongue, warm, slightly sweet, thinner than a wolf’s. He hummed softly and sank lower, letting the slender pink length thicken and slide deeper into his mouth as it fully emerged from the sheath. Remi’s hips twitched. A shaky moan escaped him, followed almost immediately by a nervous little laugh that cracked in the middle.
Kiran laughed around the cock, the vibration making Remi’s thighs jump. He pulled off with a wet sound and looked up, lips shiny.
“How’s it feel?”
Remi’s ears were bright pink. He stared up at the canopy like the sky might give him better words. “It’s… hot. Wet. Your tongue is, fuck, your tongue is doing something under the head that I can’t even… and the suction. It’s nothing like a paw. It’s everywhere at once.”
Kiran grinned, wicked and fond, and waggled the slick cock against his tongue a few times, watching Remi’s abs flutter. Then he took him back in, slower this time, savoring every inch.
He pulled off again just long enough to speak, voice low and teasing.
“Feels really dirty, doesn’t it? This cock that you’ve kept in your pants all your life, only knowing the touch of your own paw… now it’s in the mouth of a little red fox.”
Remi’s breath hitched. “It’s… dirty, yeah. But… I like it. Jeez, it’s hot.” A beat. “But hey, you assume I masturbate? What’s that ‘paw’ comment?”
Kiran just gave him a long, knowing look, one eyebrow raised.
Remi groaned and covered his face with both paws. “Alright, of course I masturbate.”
Kiran’s laugh was bright and delighted. He went right back down, swallowing Remi to the base this time, tongue working in slow, luxurious strokes along the underside. He kept the pace unhurried, almost lazy, letting Remi feel every wet slide and gentle suck. No rushing. No exploring anywhere Remi wasn’t ready for. Just mouth and tongue and heat focused entirely on that slender pink cock. His first time, just the basic sensations of it will be magical.
After a while Kiran reached up, took one of Remi’s wrists, and guided the fennec’s paw to the top of his own head.
“Here,” he murmured around the shaft. “Hold on if you want.”
Remi’s fingers hesitantly sank into the soft red fur between Kiran’s ears. The contact seemed to settle something in him. His other paw joined the first a moment later, resting lightly on Kiran’s head like he was afraid of pressing too hard. The simple intimacy of it made the fennec’s breathing deepen. His moans grew longer, more open. His hips kept giving tiny, helpless twitches upward into Kiran’s muzzle. He was rock-hard now, the little cock throbbing steadily against Kiran’s tongue.
“Kiran....” Remi’s voice was strained. “I’m getting close. What am I supposed to… what do I do?”
Kiran pulled off just enough to answer, lips still brushing the wet head.
“Finish right in my muzzle. I’ll handle everything. And fair warning…” He licked a slow circle around the tip. “It’s probably going to hit harder than you’re used to. Just let it.”
Then he sank back down and sucked with focused, steady intent.
Remi came apart beautifully.
His back arched off the rock. A broken, high sound tore out of his throat as his cock pulsed hard against Kiran’s tongue, flooding the fox’s mouth with warm, thin spurts. His thighs shook violently on either side of Kiran’s head. His paws tightened in the red fur, not pushing, just holding on like he needed the anchor. Kiran stayed with him through evry tremor, swallowing patiently, one paw rubbing slow circles over the fennec’s trembling stomach until the last aftershocks faded.
Only then did he pull off. He licked the softening cock clean with careful, gentle strokes, then rested his chin on Remi’s thigh and looked up.
“That’s it. How was it?”
Remi’s chest was still heaving. His ears were splayed, eyes a little glassy. “…Good,” he managed, voice rough and awkward. “Really good.”
They stayed like that for a while, Remi sprawled on the warm rock, thighs still loosely spread, while Kiran lazily licked and nuzzled and patted the soft fur of his inner legs. The waterfall kept up its soft rush. Sunlight moved slowly across their bodies.
“Do we just… lay here doing this?” Remi asked eventually, sounding half-embarrassed and half-curious.
Kiran’s eyes sparkled. “Well, we should get cleaned up soon… unless you want to try sucking your first red fox?”
Remi’s ears shot straight up. He frowned hard.
“I’m jokin’, jokin’!” Kiran laughed, nipping playfully at the fennec’s thigh. “Relax. No pressure. Ever.”
The tension bled out of Remi’s shoulders again. They talked in low voices while Kiran continued his lazy aftercare. Eventually the conversation drifted to Lir.
“He’s not a virgin,” Remi said after a long pause. “But he hasn’t been interested in anything for a while. He had… a rough past. Not exactly sexual abuse, but he was threatened in ways that left marks. Other kinds of abuse too. He swings both ways, though. Or he used to.”
Kiran hummed thoughtfully, still stroking Remi’s thigh. “Makes sense why he keeps to the trees.”
Back at the pack house, Cass had been halfway through a piece of toast when the unmistakable taste of fennec cock suddenly flooded his mouth.
He froze mid-chew.
Across the psychic link, his voice was dry and deeply unimpressed.
Kiran. Seriously?
A sheepish wave of apology came back immediately.
Sorry! Guard slipped. Got a little… lost in the moment.
Cass sighed through his nose, set the toast down, and rubbed his face. Through the open bond he could feel the rest of the pack reacting in various degrees of amusement and secondhand arousal. Great. Now everyone knew exactly what Remi tasted like.
Still, after a moment, Cass sent a warmer pulse of feeling across the link.
Congratulations, you menace. Have fun out there in the woods.
Kiran’s answering surge of pure, smug delight was almost bright enough to taste.
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