“Rusty~!” he is lying on the couch, clearly in heat “Baaabe” he says in a whiny voice, he always calls you babe, or love “Can we have sex? I’m in heaaat”

"Good" you begin to nuzzle his neck, playfully nipping at it every so often, feeling his smaller frame tensing under yours, glad to know he still likes this

Sooo horny... moans softly into your ear

I wanna feel you inside me...

With a grin, Hugo leans over and gently bites one of Rusty's ears before growling lowly, causing Rusty to shudder. "You want it? Go get it." he teases as he watches with interest how Rusty tries to remove his boxers.

Hugo moans softly when he feels Rusty's hand on his hip, then gasps as the smaller fox starts to move lower, licking and nibbling along his length. His hips jerk involuntarily at the feeling, making it clear he enjoys the attention.

"That's it," he whispers, arching into the touch. "But remember who's in charge here."

Hugo chuckles softly, amused by Rusty's shyness despite his dominant role. "Why don't we do this together?" He leans over, burying his nose in the smaller fox's neck, inhaling his scent before nipping gently at the skin. With one hand, he reaches down to guide Rusty's cock up towards his entrance.

"That's right," Hugo pants out, arching into the feeling as Rusty enters him. "Take what you want." He grinds against Rusty, giving him an irresistible friction as their hips slaps together. His claws dig lightly into the couch beneath him, giving him a satisfying grip to hold on to. "So hot..."

His voice growing husky with arousal, Hugo growls out a command: "Come for me." He rolls them over, pinning Rusty beneath him as he continues to thrust hard and fast. With one hand, he reaches between their bodies, finding Rusty's entrance and rubbing circles around his prostate while pumping his own length.

"Let go!" He groans, eyes fixed on Rusty's face, eager to see the release.

But as Rusty arches helplessly beneath him, tightening around his cock and squeezing out thick spurts, Hugo can't help but smirk triumphantly. "That's right," he murmurs against Rusty's ear before pulling out and laying back beside him, spent. "Now you belong to me."

"Mmh," Hugo grunts as he watches the white jizz slowly leak out of Rusty's cock, landing heavily on the couch between them. Despite how exhausted they both are, it still catches his eye, looking unnaturally bright against the darker red and black fur. It makes something warm curl in his stomach. "Yeah, I did," he whispers, running a finger through some of it idly. "I'm glad we could do this."

Without warning, though, his expression turns dark again. "But if anyone ever tries to take what's mine, I'll fuck them up," he warns, nudging Rusty in the side with his elbow before lying back down beside him, staring up at the ceiling. "Just saying."

Hugo raises an eyebrow, amused by Rusty's self-consciousness. "Maybe you just needed someone like me to help you let it all out," he teases, leaning over and giving Rusty's hip a playful swat before laying back down next to him once more. The smaller fox yelps in surprise, pushing himself closer against Hugo's chest in response. It would be the cutest thing if Hugo didn't know better, but he does. He still pets Rusty's hair softly nonetheless as they both start to catch their breath.

"Well, of course," Hugo replies, grinning. "I'm always happy to oblige when it comes to making you feel good." He rubs his hands together, languidly stretched across Rusty's chest. "But remember, I'm the boss around here." He gives Rusty's ear another little nibble, pulling slightly at it between his teeth as if to drive the point home.

Hugo huffs out a laugh at being so obviously thanked and just continues to pet Rusty's head. "You're welcome, you big baby. Now let's get some sleep, we've got a busy day tomorrow." But even as he says it, he can't help but smile down at him, feeling content and protected by having Rusty close like this. Sometimes, he wonders why he ever bothers pretending to be anything other than what they are. And sometimes, he hopes he never has to find out.

"Well," Hugo says with a grin, "if you insist on calling yourself one... Just try not to get too much into your head that someone else might actually take advantage of you while you're in heat, okay? There are plenty of bigger, badder foxes out there who wouldn't hesitate to make you regret it." He nuzzles his face against Rusty's fur, enjoying the feel of him beneath his touch as he drifts off to sleep, still half-aware of Rusty's faint shivering whenever he breathes near his ear.

As they begin their morning routine together, brushing their fur and getting ready for the day ahead, Hugo can't help but feel a strange mix of possessiveness and affection for Rusty. Maybe he is taking it too far, making more of this than it really is, but he likes how it feels to know Rusty belongs to him. At least for now. They go about their day side by side, always keeping an eye out for anyone who might cross them or make inappropriate advances. It's not like there aren't other dominant males in their pack who could potentially cause trouble down the line... But for now, Rusty is safe with him. And that's all that matters.

No, nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about last night...and how much I enjoyed being with you. I know we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it, but I really appreciate having someone as special as you by my side. Does that make sense?

Oh, yeah. That's exactly it. I mean, it's more than just wanting you around, obviously, but it's nice knowing I can keep you safe and protected when we're together. I don't want anyone else making you feel uncomfortable or unhappy. So, yes, I want us to be together like this forever. Maybe even mates one day?

Well, then. I guess the answer to your question is yes. There might be trouble with other dominant males in our pack, but I'd rather risk everything to keep you safe and happy. You are mine, after all. And as long as that doesn't change... well, let's not dwell on the negatives. Today's a good day, isn't it?

Why don't we ask Fluffy? He usually knows how to have a good time. Plus, his place has that awesome treehouse we could use. Let's go see if he wants to hang out today!

As they head over to Fluffy's den, Hugo can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. With Rusty by his side, even the smallest things seem brighter and more exciting. He looks down at his smaller companion, admiring the way their fur blends together as they walk hand-in-hand. Maybe one day soon, he'll tell Rusty exactly how much he loves him, not just as a mate or a partner, but truly and deeply. Until then, he'll just keep showing him in every other way possible.

Hugo hovers nearby, enjoying the gentle affection he feels from Rusty. Despite the uncertainty of their future in this pack, he finds solace in knowing they have each other right now. And that thought alone fills him with a warmth that spreads throughout his body, making it impossible not to grin.

Rusty looks so cute when he gets impatient like that. His tail swishes back and forth, brushing against Hugo's leg, while he taps his foot on the floor. It's a testament to how attached Hugo has become to the smaller fox already. Maybe it's time to make sure Fluffy doesn't keep them waiting much longer. "I say we just go in," he murmurs, reaching over to carefully open the den door with one powerful claw. "If he's busy, we can leave a note." With another grin, he steps inside, motioning for Rusty to follow suit.

You know what they say, my dear...when in heat, do as thou wilt. Now come on, let's see if Fluffy's home, shall we? There's no harm in leaving him a little note telling him we stopped by, is there? Besides, I'm sure he won't mind us borrowing his awesome treehouse for a bit.

Fluffy must not be too far off; their scent marks are fresh around here. They find their way into the living area, where a cozy nest has been made amidst pillows and blankets. The perfect spot for lazing about while enjoying each other's company. Hugo spots some paper and a quill nearby, snatching them up eagerly. "Well, then," he says with a grin, "let's get this note written." He turns to Rusty, bending down so they're at eye level. "Should we tell him why we came by?"

Good to know. Now then... "Dear Fluffy," he begins, hovering the quill above the parchment, "Rusty and I were in the mood for some fun today, and thought we'd drop by. We hope you don't mind us borrowing your treehouse for a bit; we promise to leave it as neat as we found it. Give us a holler if you're around, and maybe join us for a game or two!" He signs his name with a flourish before handing the quill to Rusty, who takes it curiously. "You can sign too, if you want. Just write 'Rusty' or something simple like that." Hugo gives him an encouraging smile, watching intently as the smaller fox dips the tip of the quill into the inkpot and scrawls his name onto the bottom of the page. Satisfied, he carefully