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pressed in. He let Chay’s cock slip out of his mouth. “Fuck yes.”
    Chay moved his finger in time with his mouth, fucking and sucking for all he was worth.
    Keaton glanced down his body, watching his dick slide in and out of Chay’s mouth. It was hotter than hell, seeing his gorgeous mate take his cock. It pushed him right over. Keaton stiffened, his hips pressing forward further into Chay’s mouth and his balls emptying themselves down Chay’s throat.
    Chay pulled his finger free and laid his head on the bed, panting for air.
    Keaton took a few seconds to catch his breath and let his body stop trembling. “Are you okay?” He didn’t give Chay time to answer, instead he grabbed Chay’s cock, noticing the drops of semen on the tip, and swallowed it, taking him all the way down.
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    Chay’s hips bucked and he gasped. “Fuck yes. I am now.” Within seconds Chay came, filling his mouth with hot, salty spunk.
    He lay there sucking lightly on the softening cock for quite some time.
    He was almost asleep when Chay reached down and dragged him up.
    Somehow he managed to get in the bed the right way with Chay spooned around him. Chay kissed his neck and snuggled close, making him feel loved and cherished. This was the life. What a great way to spend a chilly Saturday afternoon.
    He’d nearly drifted off when Chay’s voice pulled him back.
    “Bit. The dog is staring at me again.”

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    His stomach was eating itself, he was so hungry. Chay groaned and got out of bed, careful not to wake Bit. What a terrible way to ruin a perfectly good day. He hated cooking and if he remembered correctly, he’d used all the sandwich stuff for breakfast. He’d had to use sandwich stuff for breakfast because Bit had fixed the last of the Pop Tarts and Eggos for dinner last night. He was going to have to cook, if they were going to eat. Damn it. Maybe he should hire a chef? Hell, he’d settle for a short-order cook at the moment.
    Chay went to the living room to find his clothes. He put on his pants and dragged his feet all the way to the kitchen. He took inventory of the pantry and came up with macaroni and cheese. Now if he could find some sort of meat, they’d be set.
    He was standing in front of the fridge staring when he heard something outside. Probably the neighbor’s cat. Oh well, he should check it out, standing in front of the freezer hadn’t magically made food. He shut the door and ambled to the living room.
    Pita came down the hall yawning. The puppy spotted him and wagged his tail.
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    “Hey, pup. You hungry too?”
    Pita bounced over and headbutted Chay’s shin, asking to be petted.
    He chuckled and scratched behind Pita’s ears.
    A loud clank had them both jumping and heading to the front door.
    What had that cat gotten into now?
    Chay opened the front door.
    A man ran down the driveway. What the…? “Hey!”
    The man looked back, running faster.
    Pita growled and charged out the door.
    “Shit. Pita!” Chay took off after the puppy. He caught him halfway down the drive. The man, however, was well on his way to a clean escape. Chay sniffed the air. The man was a wolf, but the scent wasn’t familiar. He thought about chasing him, but to what end? A quick glance around didn’t turn up any damage. He’d never had any problems with burglars or vandals and such before. He lived in a relatively nice neighborhood. It was older but still in great shape.
    The wind blew making the leaves swirl around his feet. He shivered.
    Damn, it was cold out. Fall had definitely arrived. He tucked Pita under his arm and looked around the house in a more thorough inspection. He still didn’t see anything. Nothing seemed to be disturbed. He must have scared the man off before he could steal anything. Was the man a visiting wolf? Or maybe it was a homeless man trying to get warm? Not that he’d ever seen any homeless people in his neighborhood before. Just because the man was a wolf didn’t mean he wasn’t a garden-variety criminal too.
    To be on the safe side he checked around his truck and Bit’s car.
    Everything appeared fine. He shrugged and walked back to the house, scratching the puppy’s head as he went. “You were going to get him, weren’t you, boy?”
    “What the hell are you doing outside, barefoot, with no shirt in this weather?” Keaton stood at the door in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
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