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You hadn’t been intending on going out that night, especially after the nasty break-up with your partner- but your friends had dragged you out with them, wanting you to enjoy yourself. You tried to protest- you could enjoy yourself on the couch with a pint of ice-cream, but they refused to listen to your half-hearted pleas. So, you found yourself sat at the bar with your friends, taking in the more relaxed atmosphere of the place. You hadn’t been there very often yourself, probably because of your familiarity with your small town, but you enjoyed the rare occasion where you could get a drink there.
You’re simply talking with your friends, trying not to become a drunk, sobbing mess at the thought of your ex, when you spot him. A taller man, with light brown curls that stood out like a dandelion clock sticking its way through a crack in the pavement. However, more than that, you noticed the soft floppy ears pressing down the sides of his hair, a glossy dark brown color. You forced your eyes off the man- joining in the conversation with your friends about someone’s annoying neighbor.
You let the night pass easily, drinks slipping down your throat without much thought. It isn’t until your third desperate attempt to text your ex that your friends take your phone, with them unofficially ‘cutting you off’ from both your phone and more booze, much to your chagrin. You leave them to go sulk on the other side of the bar by yourself, rubbing your forehead and trying to ignore the oncoming tension headache that was brewing.
You knew they only did it because they cared, but it still made you pissed. You weren’t a baby- you were a fully grown adult, for crying out loud! You didn’t need them lurking over you like a very annoying shadow. Like the shadow that was approaching you now. You turn, ready to chew out whichever of your friends thought it was a good idea to interrupt you in the middle of your alone time, when you stop.
“I- oh. Hey. Sorry. Thought you were one of my friends.”
The man smiles, and- god. It’s too happy. He’s too happy. Like a living ray of sunlight.
“Hey! I saw you from across the bar, and- just, was wondering if I could buy you a drink?” He keeps smiling, all naive optimism that you swore you had lost before even entering high school. Yeesh. Maybe you just had a rough childhood.
“Sure, stranger. I’ll accept your offer- on one condition.” The man remained smiling. God. It turned you on, in a way. Sort of like a foil to your miserable ways and attitude. “What’s your name?”
“Raymond- uh, but my friends call me Ray. So Ray. Ray Toro.” Jesus. Even the man’s name was meant to elicit happiness. He truly was just a massive puppy, wasn’t he? With massive arms to boot as well.
“Well, hello, Ray Toro. I’ll take whatever you get me.” He orders a cheap beer. Huh. Probably broke. Well, you aren’t looking for forever. You’re looking for someone to make you feel better. He’s probably gonna make you feel better than binging on ice cream would. You simply sit there, letting the man talk up a storm. His tail thumps adorably as he talks, clearly enthusiastic- whether about the topic of conversation or you, you weren’t quite sure. It was endearing nonetheless.
“...So, that’s- oh, sorry. Talkin’ about myself again!” He smiles and laughs. It’s weird. A man like him, you’d expect to use his size to make himself bigger, maybe hide the more sensitive parts of himself- demonstrate he’s a hybrid not to be messed with. He doesn’t. He just embraces his whole self, puppy tails and ears and all. God, that kind of self-confidence was hot.
“So, Ray. I take it you didn’t come over for polite conversation.” His tail wags wildly. Thump. Thump. It’s almost insane how bad he is at hiding his feelings. Although it can’t be helped when your own biology acts as an in-built lie detector.
“Well, to be honest, I was kinda hoping to get to know you a bit better, but then you looked so down! I just- wanted to help. But- but I’m not doing this just because I want to get close to you!” He stops, looking flushed. “But- but I would like to get close to you, don’t get me wrong! I think you’re super good looking, but I’m not- not wanting to pressure you! Uh- but if you wanted to, I wouldn’t say no, and I- aw, jeez, I don’t want to presume-”
You sat there and let the man ramble on for a good thirty seconds before you leaned in and kissed him, stopping him from his endless cycle of respectful babble. Hot, sure, but you just wanted him at that moment, not his whole gentleman-ly attitude.
His eyes widen for a second, deep brown irises on display, before he lets them flutter closed, his eyelashes fanning out across his tanned skin. He lets one hand come up to rest on your jawline, pinky running along the edge of your neck, and his other hand comes to rest on your lower ribcage, pulling your body in closer. You can’t help but scratch at his back, the soft cotton of his t-shirt being a frustrating layer that barricades you from your true holy grail.
You force yourself to separate from him- as much as he has an aura that just sucks you in, you need to ask the big question.
“...My place or yours? I’m only ten minutes away.” He just stares at you for a moment, blinking, before his tail starts going a mile a minute, eyes shining with awe.
“Yours! Yours, yes. Yours. Definitely.”
You track down your friends (considering they had taken your phone), and- from the looks they give you when you tell them that you’re going home early with a dog-man attached to your arm- they know what you’re doing. However, they don’t seem too pissed, just giving you your phone back and asking you to be safe. Maybe it’s the absolutely beaming smile that Ray gave them at their blessing that caused them to be less hesitant. It was probably the way his ears flapped slightly and his tail became a blur.
…
You couldn’t help yourself- you closed the door to your apartment using Ray’s body, pressing him against the wood with all your might. You laughed before diving in for another kiss, all saliva and teeth- messy and dirty, just how you like it. He whined softly, the noise hiding in the back of his throat. He presses his head back against the door, a soft ‘thud’ echoing through the silence of your apartment.
“You’re- wow. I- I just- wow. You look fantastic.” He smiles, face beaming. He places his hands on your hips, warm and large and comforting. You respond to his praise by kissing him again, snaking one hand around his shoulders and another hand into his hair. You tug lightly, listening to his soft moans. Nice to know. You make a mental note, tugging slightly harder, watching his eyes go half-lidded and dazed. You let your mouth chase his, keeping him pressed between you and the door.
You swallow up his desperate whines, feeling him rut into you with tight jeans that seek the relief of friction. You let a hand snake down, tracing the front of his sinfully tight t-shirt and palming at the bulge in his pants. He whimpers, knees buckling slightly underneath your touch.
“Please- please. I- please.” You raise an eyebrow and smile, a bit hazy at the edges from the alcohol fuelling your bloodstream.
“Please what? Can’t- uh, tell what you want. Or something.” Smooth. Real smooth.
Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice your vocabulary shrinking to the size of a proton, instead just staring at you with shiny eyes, tears gathering in the corners where his eyes crinkle. “Please touch me! I- any way. Please.”
You tug Ray forward by the scruff of his t-shirt, watching his tail smack into every obstacle within a foot of him. His ears perk up slightly, flapping in an imaginary wind, when he realises where you’re taking him. He stays silent, though, just letting you take the lead.
He allows you to push him down onto the bed, backs of his knees connecting to the frame. It’s still unmade from where you were rotting earlier; he doesn’t complain, though, so it’s not your problem. You lean into him slightly, propping yourself up with one hand planted by his thigh.
“You want this, huh? Want some help?” You trace the tent, prominent, ghosting it with your finger. He whines, tail flapping pathetically from where it’s trapped under his body weight.
“Yes! Yes- yes, please- I- please!” He begs, grasping your hand over his pants and trying to thrust up into it. You simply shake your hand off.
“Hey, let me take care of you. Don’t rush so much.” He just nods, seeming to agree to your terms. You sink to your knees between his legs, placing both hands on his knees. His legs tremble slightly, bouncing on the spot. You can’t help but trace small circles around his knees, looking up with as reassuring a smile as you can manage whilst wanting to be sick.
“You okay?” He just nods, letting out pained cries.
“Yes! I’m fine- please! I just- I need- please…” You smile, placing a hand on his belt.
“Okay. Stop me if you need, okay?” He nods, stroking the top of your head as you undo his belt. You can feel your own breath come out slightly shaky as you unzip his fly- being forced to confront the wet patch on his boxers and what lies underneath it. You trace a fingernail over the barely visible tip and watch as he sucks a breath in, hands twitching in place.
“Please- please…” He can’t help himself from chanting, desperate pleas escaping his lips. You humor the poor guy, tugging down his boxers and jeans in one go. Not that it’s very successful, as he has to shuffle to help you get them down.
You stare at his cock- wow. Proportionate, if nothing else. You look up at him, and if your own need to forget life and just enjoy yourself wasn’t enough motivation, the reverent way he stared down at you certainly would be. You find yourself tracing his dick- you hadn’t been with a hybrid before, but it seemed pretty similar to a human dick, with the exception of the mild swell at the base. You trace a hand through the dark brown curls dusting his pubic area and smile at his desperate cries, planting a soft kiss to the side of his cock.
He twitches slightly in place, jittery and almost pathetic. “I- fuck, I- please…”
You plant another soft kiss to his cock- lips ghosting the tip. He whimpers above you and you smile, burying your nose in the slightly swollen base of his dick. He lets out another soft cry, eyes sparkling when you lick a slow, warm stripe along the rough skin, flicking your tongue over the already wet slit, pre-cum building up.
“You want this bad, hm?” He just nods desperately, hands closing around nothing as they hover above your head. You place one hand on the back gently, feeling his thick, warm fingers scratch your scalp. The heat building in your abdomen cries for attention, but you put it off- ignoring it in favor of taking care of this whining hybrid above you.
You look up and nod, then take the tip of his cock in your lips. He instantly twitches, the flushed head red and sore in your mouth. He whimpers yet again, his thighs shaking with restraint. It isn’t until you nod that he lets out a thankful breath and starts to thrust sloppily, letting saliva drip out of your mouth.
You couldn’t help yourself. You looked up at him through a half-lidded gaze, throat half-full of his cock, and his face was the picture of bliss- well, what you could see of it, at least. His ears were twitching wildly, tail smacking against your bed loud enough that you’re sure your neighbors will have some very choice words to say. You try and keep up the pace, not able to take all of him in- every time he thrusts too hard your throat closes slightly, choked moans being suffocated in your mouth.
“Oh- holy shit, you’re- wow, I- Jesus!” He moans, voice high and soft, and one of his hands move down to your cheek, stroking gently, feeling the bulge in your mouth caused by him. His hands quake, tremors travelling through his body in waves.
“I- shit, I’m- please, please-” He lets out a few soft cries, his cock pressing against the back of your throat, causing you to gag. You try and ignore it, gripping his thighs to keep all of his warmth inside you for as long as possible. His base begins to swell- a new sensation, but not entirely unpleasant- and you force yourself as far down as you can, curling your toes and closing your eyes as his soft moans echo above you, his release filling your mouth, warm and salty and a bit too bitter for your liking. You pull off, letting your tongue run along his knot once before you get up and head to the bathroom, spitting his cum into the sink and grabbing a washcloth, wetting it with some warm water.
You return to find him splayed on the bed, ears pinned down and tail hanging low. His ears perk up again at your footsteps, a sunny smile plastered on his face.
“That was- wow. I- thank you. Do you- uh, do you want anything?” You just shake your head, wiping down his sweaty, sticky crotch. He lets out a small whine, overstimulated, but lets you clean him up, curls frizzing up with sweat.
“Seriously, that was- just- wow. Thank you.”
“I needed this as well, so thank you.” Ray beams, for christ’s sake. He looks all too happy for a functioning adult, but whatever. You were just a jaded asshole. “Uh, do you- wanna stay the night? It’s late, and- uh, yeah.” He nods softly, smiling.
“I’d like that, yeah. Thank you.”
You can’t help but think it over, heading into the bathroom. What a nice end to an originally shitty night. Maybe you’d see puppy-boy Ray again, but only time will tell.