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Reno is led by a pretty golden chain hooked to his baby pink collar. His name is embroidered in the center, and there’s a small bell hanging from the loop that jingles as they walk.
When the door opens, their host appears to greet them. “You must be Rude and…”
“Reno,” Rude answers for him, as the door to the apartment opens wider. Cloud is dressed casually, much more than they are. He also looks young as hell, jeez. Reno’s eyes narrow a bit as he looks around for the main event.
“Zack’s inside,” Cloud explains simply, gesturing over his shoulder while his eyes openly trail Reno’s lithe body. He’s still leaving some to the imagination, having had to get inside from the street, but his shirt is open enough, that the cat collar is clearly visible. If he undid the last few buttons, everyone would see the matching lace garter around his waist and his rapidly swelling dick stuffed into the most delicate pair of panties he owns.
“Here, boy,” Cloud calls, and a tall, built, raven-haired man comes padding out until his owner commands, “Down.”
He drops to his knees, although it clearly takes a lot of effort and concentration for him to stay there. Blondie moves to his side and pets his hair, rewarding him for his obedience. Reno can’t see his mouth behind the leather muzzle-shaped mask he’s wearing but judging by the glint in his eyes he’s probably drooling. A little too in-character if you ask him. The guy doesn’t look like he knows how to be gentle, and Rude must sense Reno’s wariness because he pets him too, his gloved fingers caressing the back of his neck, and over his furry ears.
Zack's are leather. He feels like they’d be twitching if they moved, and his tail would wag incessantly.
“You spoil him,” Cloud comments. “What’s the collar say, ‘princess’?”
Reno sneers, but Rude just chuckles a warning, “Careful, he scratches.”
Zack’s head tilts to the side, so effortlessly doglike it makes Reno’s cock twitch in his pants. He hopes they take them off soon. His canine companion is practically naked already, nothing but a studded leather harness around his chest and skintight pair of leather briefs with a fluffy black tail included. All in all, not bad.
“Well, let’s see if they like each other first.”
“Zack likes everyone,” Cloud says.
“Reno doesn’t.”
Rude hangs up his jacket, and the further they get into the room, the clearer the picture. Zack’s kennel has a bed, toys and a clean water bowl in it. The worn stuffed Chocobo stands out from the rest of them. There’s also a pretty heavy duty padlock hanging from the door. Reno taught Rude very early on that he hates being caged. He’d rather be curled up in his lap, warming his cock.
Maybe he is spoiled, but he likes it that way.
He’s set down on the couch where Rude starts undressing him carefully. Zack kneels where he’s told, but he whines impatiently.
“Is he allowed on the furniture?” Rude asks.
“Nope.”
Zack pushes it though, his chin in Cloud’s lap and those big blue puppy dog eyes blinking until Cloud gives in and ruffles his hair again, scratching his fingers along his scalp until he sighs. The muscles in his back ripple with the movement as he relaxes and it’s mesmerizing. Reno almost wants to pet him too…
When he’s undressed and fully exposed, Rude gently tugs his tail, testing the plug in his ass and making him moan. Then he has him slide down to the ground so that his knees are spread and he’s bending over the sofa, between where Rude and Cloud are sitting. With his face shoved into the fabric, Reno wrinkles his nose. Somehow it actually smells like dog. Zack’s musk is so undeniably boyish. Tobacco and aftershave and spice. He probably sheds his thick hair everywhere too.
When he looks to his side he finds the puppy about five seconds away from humping Cloud’s leg. Reno wouldn’t be surprised if that’s a thing they do. They’re young enough that it probably gets Zack off quickly.
“No,” Cloud scolds. “Your mate’s waiting for you, go ahead.”
It always makes him blush, this part. When he’s all dolled up in his thigh high paw stockings. It’s humiliating in the best way, his imaginary hackles raise a bit when Zack approaches him. When he feels the warmth and the solidness of his body behind him. Rude is still holding his leash, but Zack’s collar has nothing attached to it but his tags. They tickle Reno’s spine when he leans down to sniff him.
“He’s big, so I hope you–”
“Yes, we saw the pictures.”
Reno yelps when Zack tugs on his tail a little too hard, and god he wishes he could curse the guy out. He has no tact, no finesse, he’s probably got no technique either but the good ol’ jackhammer.
Oh well. That’s what he came for, isn’t it? To get bitched? It's not about what he wants, it's about getting bred.
“Reno, open up, kitten.”
Oh god, Rude wants this too. He got so hard when they tentatively spoke about sharing him. Reno’s the one who posed the idea, slurring his words and high off Rude’s cock. Now here they are, Reno getting mounted by some stud. He relaxes just enough that Rude, not Zack, can bend down and slide the plug out.
Zack grinds his clothed cock against Reno’s ass, and shit, it feels as thick as his fucking forearm.
“Can he come from this?” Rude asks.
“Oh yeah.”
Cloud sounds unmoved, but eventually he pushes Zack up enough to get his arm between them and finally pull out his length. Stroking it a few times even though he doesn't need to. He's hard and Reno's still wet enough that the fat head of his cock slips the first time before catching and pushing inside in one firm thrust.
He bites his lip hard. Fuck!
“You can take it,” Rude coaxes, and the inflection is subtle but Reno can hear how aroused he is in the slight rasp, and the way he audibly swallows afterwards.
Zack doesn’t speak but he’s somehow still so loud. Every exhale sends a spike of satisfied pleasure up Reno’s spine, every breathy moan; his high pitched whimpers when Reno squeezes around him. It’s addicting, making a guy like him whine like an animal in heat. He can hardly hear their owners conversing above them, he's that vocal.
“You do this often?” Rude asks casually.
“Yeah. He’s needy.”
Cloud crosses his arms. His eyes are on the puppy, making sure he behaves and keeping him in line.
Reno pushes his hips back, meeting the harsh thrusts, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together gets louder. Zack’s grip on his hips tightens hard enough to leave bruises.
Rude doesn’t touch himself, that’s not the purpose of this, but Reno knows he’ll get fucked slow and deep when they’re home, sore and over sensitive. Rude will put him back together again. Reclaim him as his own.
“Ngh- ah!”
He can't help but cry out. The stretch is absurd and Zack’s pace is relentless. He's got superhuman fucking stamina too, angled just right and nailing Reno’s prostate until his legs are shaking. His cock aches whenever it brushes the sofa, leaking onto the fabric and staining it with pre. All this youthful vigor and puppy-like enthusiasm is about to make him come untouched.
“Hold on,” his owner interrupts.
Cloud raises an eyebrow, “Hm?”
Rude shifts to bring Reno closer, easily moving him so that he’s between his legs with his mouth open and panting right on his dick. As he’s pulled away, Reno hears Zack growl behind him, the clingy bastard. His thrusts force him further into Rude's lap and he realizes that he's the one drooling now, leaving a wet spot on Rude's nice slacks.
“Breed him, Zack.”
A wounded sound escapes Zack’s throat, and his hips stutter, before he slams back inside.
“Give him your puppies.”
A string of curses fills Reno’s head– shit, fuck, fuck – and it's so hard not to say it out loud as Zack pounds into him and Rude grabs a fist full of his hair, pulling just enough that he cries out from the pain. It's a dangerous thing to do because the sound drives Zack crazy, the a dog with it's squeaky toy, and his renewed desperation makes Reno tense up and come on the spot. His cock spurts and drips onto the floor between Rude’s boots. His head spins with the fact that this stranger he just met is going to come in him, going to get exactly what he wants, and in front of his partner no less. It's a shame he has the muzzle on because Reno bets he bites, that Cloud is hiding little love nibble bruises all over his pretty body. He moans as Zack fucks him through the waves of his orgasm.
“Good boy.”
Of course, that's what finally does it for the puppy and Zack groans, burying inside and pulsing hard as he fills him up. Reno can feel every throb, and the new warmth that floods his body.
Eventually, Rude releases his grip on Reno's hair. Shushes him, soothes him. He sounds so proud, and at some point in his post-orgasmic gaze, mindless and limbs like jelly, Cloud takes Zack’s muzzle off so he can lick him clean. Reno shivers as he feels his warm tongue suddenly between his cheeks.
Zack licks him messily and kisses the length of his spine when he’s finished, stopping only to nuzzle his jaw and ear.
“You like that?” he whispers.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll safeword,” Reno snarls.
“Zack,” Cloud warns. “Bad dog.”
Reno wants to laugh when Zack ducks his head and pouts, his tail between his legs. Cloud orders him to go in his kennel and he obeys, curling up with a huff. Without such a beast in his space, Reno can relax a bit, knowing he isn’t going to get jumped again. Rude pets him until he’s closer to lucid and ever-so-expertly pushes the plug back in, so it doesn’t hurt.
“Sorry about the mess,” he says, stroking his soft tail.
“Don’t worry about it,” Cloud waves him off, and heads off to get water for his pet, “and thanks for doing this. He’s been pent up.”
I can tell, Reno thinks, curled up safely in Rude’s arms.
“If you ever want to do this again…”
“Maybe with some more training.”
Reno looks over and Zack’s already passed out. It’s admittedly kind of cute, and he decides that they're both pretty alright. But when Cloud comes back to the sofa to sit, he reaches out to pet him and earns an immediate growl as Reno hides his face in the crook of Rude’s neck.
“Told you," he says.