Chapter 52: And So It Begins

Late night settled over the pack house like a heavy blanket. Most of the others had finally dragged themselves to bed. Remi remained restless. He padded quietly down the hallway in just a pair of loose shorts, oversized ears swiveling at every small sound, until eh found himself standing in front of Kiran’s door.

He lifted a paw like he might knock, then let it drop. A long second passed before he resolved to turn and leave.

The door opened behind him and Remi’s heart landed in his throat.

Kiran leaned against the frame, red fur mussed from sleep, wearing nothing but a knowing little smirk. “I saw your feet under the door, dumbass.”

Remi froze, then sighed through his nose. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Yeah?” Kiran’s tail gave a curious flick. “You need something?”

Remi glanced both ways down the dark hall, then met the fox’s eyes. “I’m ... in the mood to experiment more. With you.”

Remi’s scalp and neck tingled under his fur from the panic of what he was doing, and how far he was putting himself out on a limb. He hated, absolutely hated being vulnerable to others. He’s a self sufficient fennec that doesn’t need others for anything. Except Lir.

Kiran’s ears perked so hard they almost vibrated. He stepped aside and swept a dramatic paw toward the room. “Well come the fuck in then.”

Once the door clicked shut, Kiran immediately started grinning. “What, you want me to blow that cute fennec cock again? Getting addicted to red fox throat already? I’m down, guy, it’s fun.”

Remi’s ears flushed darker under the fur. “No. Other way around this time.”

Kiran stopped. His eyes went wide. His tail, which had been swaying, suddenly started wagging so hard the tip kept smacking the side of the dresser with soft little thumps.

Remi stared at it. “Your tail is going to take someone’s eye out.”

“Shut up,” Kiran said, already yanking his sleep shirt off and shoving his shorts down. He hopped onto the bed with actual childish energy, landed on his back, and spread his legs wide, feet pointing toward opposite corners of the mattress like he was presenting himself on purpose. Fully naked. The soft pink of his cock already starting to push out of his white sheath under the warm bedroom light. “Go slow if you need to. I won’t be mad if you tap out.”

Remi climbed onto the bed between those open thighs, heart beating a little too fast. He cupped Kiran’s balls first, feeling the soft, heavy warmth of them settle into his palm, then leaned down and dragged his tongue over the sheath. Soft fur. Heat radiating underneath. The clean, slightly musky scent of fox filled his nose. Nothing shocking yet. Just living warmth. But he was shocked how the balls felt soo different from his own, just the simple fact of them being someone else’s changes the feel from what he thought to expect. In a pleasant way, a way that was making Remi’s cock strain in his own sheath.

He kept licking, slow and careful, letting his tongue map the shape. The red cock began to emerge under the wet attention, sliding out slick and darkening to that deep, rich red. Remi closed his eyes like he needed the dark for courage, then leaned in. He could smell the red fox’s malehood, and he was finding it warm and enticing to his surprise.