Charlie didn’t hear the front door shut yet. The wolf was still tugging his jeans up over those strong thighs, halfway dressed, belt clinking as he stepped over discarded clothes and the mess of the bed. Charlie, meanwhile, lay belly-up on the still-warm sheets, legs spread, a lazy hand pinching a triangle of Swiss cheese between his fingers, already halfway through a bite.

“What? I like cheese,” he said with a crooked grin, looking up at the stud who’d just finished rearranging his guts.

The wolf glanced back, knotted cock still glistening, fur mussed and damp with sweat. He huffed a low, amused sound that could’ve been a laugh. Or just breath.

“Hah. Cute. Thanks for the hole, Squeaks.”

And then, without another word, he left. The door clicked shut.

Now, alone, he lay slack and satisfied, tail twitching gently along the sheets, still sticky with sweat and cum. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex: fur-musk, spit, and something headier, deeper. A raw animal scent still clinging to the backs of his knees, under his tail, inside him. The pink mouse didn’t mind. He welcomed it, even loved how it lingered.

He shifted his hips slightly and felt the slow ooze of cum slide from his hole. Warm. Heavy. Like melted cinnamon frosting. It dripped over his taint and down his tail, sticky white globs pooling beneath him. He wriggled a little just to feel it smear.

A shiver ran up his spine.

“God damn,” he muttered around a bite of cheese. His voice was still hoarse from moaning. “That’s so good.” It was unclear whether he was talking about the dicking he just took or the holy cheese he politely was stuffing his face with. Hell, he wasn’t even sure of it himself.

He didn’t know what the guy’s name was, barely even ed what his name was on the app they linked up on— “DomWolf77” maybe? Or “BigGameR">Follow me on Bluesky