Chapter 16

This would technically be the first night Lennard and Harlow would spend together in perfect health. Granted, the previous night had been enjoyable, but Harlow was not at his best and fell asleep immediately afterward. Not that Lennard minded that either.

If Lennard were being honest with himself, he was a little afraid to have sex with Harlow. He definitely wanted to, but he also knew there would be some pain involved and Harlow would never really be the same innocent young man he was now. Although, after Harlow's performance this morning, Lennard knew the innocence was pretty much gone already.

Lennard knew he was tired and thought Harlow must be as well, so decided he wouldn't push things tonight, just let them go where they went naturally. They made their way to the tub for a pre-bed cleansing. This was a standard ritual for Canursids. A bath to get clean, then bedtime.

Lennard was an advocate for a long bath. He routinely bathed before bed, but not often had the chance to share his tub with someone else. In the past, he had enjoyed some company from time to time. The memories of which now made him smile.

Lennard had spent most of his life alone, never finding a mate. As a result, he had learned many ways to fulfill his desires on his own. He enjoyed the company of others when he could find it, and he knew where to go to find them when he had the spare coin. However, he didn't do that very often. He knew that the skills of the people who worked as "people pleasers" were astonishing, and he considered them to be well worth the price.

Lennard watched his young lover, Harlow, disrobe. He felt a pang of sadness as he remembered the loss of such times and activities. Times where he was free to be with whomever he chose, but the feeling was quickly dismissed. There was no real loss. Harlow may need a bit of training, but his enthusiasm and the connection between them more than made up for his lack of skill.

Lennard paused for a moment, wondering if Harlow would be up for a bit of training from a professional. He knew exactly who he would have teach him. Venestra.

Lennard's smile widened as he thought of Venestra. She knew exactly how and where to touch him to drive him crazy. She was always his first choice, but not always available. All of the workers in town he had the chance to pass time with had been excellent. His smile split wide across his face as he got caught up in the fond memories.

Harlow had started to fill the tub and was about to climb in when he noticed the goofy distant look on Lennard’s face. He hadn’t even disrobed, just stood in the middle of the room daydreaming. It had become obvious the daydreams were on the erotic side when the front of his pants had begun inching forward.

Harlow watched with an eyebrow raised and a crooked smile. He knew the age difference between him and Lennard was great, and that Lennard had decades of memories and experiences he could draw upon. He assumed Lennard was just thinking about someone from his past. It would only be natural for memories to surface like that in this situation.

Even so, Harlow wished Lennard was looking at him when his pants began to bulge outward. He knew from their bond that their attraction to each other was mutual, but seeing his partner think of someone else was still a little difficult to deal with.

Harlow decided it was time to make some new memories for Lennard to fantasize about, so moved closer to him and began unbuckling his belt. This finally drew Lennard’s attention back to the moment and he looked down at Harlow with amused and hungry eyes.

“Whatcha been thinkin’ about, big guy?” Harlow asked as his hand moved down to rub against Lennard's bulge.

Lennard chuckled and swung his arms backward to drop the robe from his back. It fell into a heap on the floor. "I may have to tell you some things about my past," he said, his grin turning from goofy to wicked, exposing a fang. "See if you can pick up some new tricks."

Harlow wasn’t quite sure what to make of Lennards’ words, so looked up at him curiously and continued to unbutton his trousers.

Lennard pulled his tunic over his head in one swift motion and dropped it to join his robe in the heap of clothing on the floor. At the same time his trousers fell to his ankles.

Rather than explain what he had meant, Lennard reached down and scooped Harlow up into his arms. He wrapped his arms around the slightly taller man's waist and pulled him into a tight hug. Harlow was a little startled at first, but he knew Lennard's strength was easily up to the task, so he brought his legs up around the big man's waist. Lennard walked forward to the tub with Harlow wrapped around him like a reverse backpack.

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Lennard climbed the two steps up to the tub and then stepped down, lowering them both into the hot water. Their muzzles, tails, and eyes remained locked the entire time.

Once in the water, safe from slipping, Lennard kissed Harlow deeply, pulling his body in even closer. Their heads tilted and they sank under the water.

They resurfaced after a few exhilarating moments of sharing each other's breath. Lennard moved to the side of the tub and leaned back against the side. Harlow moved up with him but remained facing him.

Lennard’s arms rested on Harlow’s waist while Harlow's hands began exploring his lover’s soft yet firm body. He felt the wet fur covering a soft layer of fat, but the muscles underneath bulged with power. They continued to kiss passionately and felt each other’s rigid members press against each other.

Lennard had kept Harlow from attempting full intercourse before because they were in the wrong spot and didn’t have the required lubricants, but here in the tub with water surrounding them and desires heightened, Lennard decided to give in to his lover's desires.

He stretched out his legs and reclined while at the same time he used his arms to move Harlow into position just below his stomach. Their tails remained wrapped and extended between their legs.

With their tails intertwined, the mental and physical connection was intense. Harlow understood what Lennard wanted and was planning. He was excited, yet trepidatious. He knew there would be some pain involved, but the thrill of having Lennard inside him outweighed the fear.

A caring yet hungry smile spread across Lennard’s face as he positioned Harlow on top of him. The look was mirrored by Harlow. This would be his first time, and he eagerly looked forward to the experience.

As Harlow had noted before, Lennard’s equipment didn’t have the length his own did, but made up for it in girth. He considered this as the tip tickled the extremely sensitive spot just under his tail.

Harlow felt a thought enter his mind, and he knew it was from Lennard. "You need to relax," Lennard said. "The more you tense up, the more difficult it will become."

The mental communication was still a little unusual for Harlow, but it was also very comforting. Words seemed like they would interrupt the moment, whereas speaking in his mind only enhanced the connection between them.

Harlow closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He wasn't the greatest at relaxing, unless he was able to put his body on autonomous mode and enter his mind where he relived his past. But right now, he wanted to be present. He didn't want to lose himself in his memories.

Slowly Lennard pulled Harlow's body lower and closer onto him. The pressure began as Lennard’s shaft began its attempt to enter Harlow’s body. It was immense and relentless. Pain radiated up from Harlow’s rear where Lennard was attempting to penetrate. The muscle there didn’t want to budge.

Harlow knew from Lennard's medical books that the anal muscles could expand to accommodate whatever needed to be expelled, but trying to work them in reverse was proving to be difficult.

Harlow's face contorted in pain, and Lennard eased the downward pressure. "Are you okay? We don't have to do this now if you don't want to," he spoke to Harlow mentally once again.

Harlow’s body screamed for him to move, to end the pain, but his mind still wanted to please his lover, he wanted to feel him inside, to bring their connection to the next level.

"No, I can do this," he said through gritted teeth. He lowered himself down with his own strength, placing his hands on Lennard's chest. He opened his eyes and saw the concern on Lennard's face. Harlow gave him a weak smile, it was all he could manage at the moment.

Lennard could see the pain and frustration in Harlow's eyes, but he could also see his determination and desire. He smiled back at his lover and sent him waves of encouragement and support.

Lennard knew he was thicker than most Canursids, not only in terms of his body size, but also below the belt. It was one of the reasons the females he hired from time to time seemed to enjoy his company so much. But in this circumstance, it was that same size issue that was making things so difficult for Harlow.

Harlow still pressed down, lowering himself by incrementally small movements until at last the muscle gave way and with a burst of intense pain and a little something wonderful, he could feel Lennard inside him.

Harlow froze and stood rigidly upright, adjusting to the new sensation. The pressure was still there, but different, deeper. He took a deep breath and tried to relax again.

Lennard held Harlow's waist and kept him still as he sat rigid. He could see the intensity on Harlow's face as he endured the pain and attempted to relax. Harlow's eyes were closed and his nostrils flared as he slowly sank farther onto Lennard's lap.

Harlow remained frozen for a long moment, unable to move. He finally descended the entire length and was now sitting fully on Lennard's lap. He was adjusting to the unusual yet pleasurable feeling of having Lennard’s entire shaft inside. The pain began to subside and his mind began to focus on the pleasurable part of having his lover inside him.

Harlow opened his eyes and looked down at Lennard, who looked back up at him with a strange mask of concern. But even in his concern, Lennard's face still held a look of lust and eagerness.

Harlow returned Lennard's smile and relaxed his back. Through their tails, Lennard could feel that Harlow was finally ready to move forward. His face showed the same readiness and desire.

Lennard's smile widened and his canines slipped from his lip as he began moving Harlow up and down on his shaft. Harlow's face twitched a time or two, but the smile remained.

They found a rhythm quickly and Harlow moaned with pleasure once he was finally able to feel the intense pleasure over the pain. The motion smoothed out and waves of ecstasy passed through them both.

With their intense connection and being able to feel the cravings both of them had for each other, it didn’t take long before Lennard pulled Harlow down hard on his shaft and released several days worth of buildup. Lennard growled low and loud as he climaxed. His body spasmed and he felt Harlow's body twitch.

Lennard panted hard from the exertion and the intensity. He opened his eyes to see if Harlow had enjoyed himself as well. The water covering him was white and clouded, and Harlow's looked down at him with a goofy smile.

It appeared his young lover had climaxed at the same time as he had. He had felt the twitching but hadn’t had the mental clarity to make the connection. His smile widened as a sense of completion radiated through both of them.

“That worked out well.” Lennard said in satisfaction.

“Couldn’t have gone any better.” Harlow replied and all but collapsed onto Lennard’s chest.

Their arms wrapped around each other and Lennard felt his erection wane and slip out. It stained the water with another cloud of white.