Rekindling the Flame By FuzzWolf Story and character of Howlie are copyright to FuzzWolf. Frost is copyright to his player. Story features Male/Male oral sex. Send comments to DrTrekWolf@mediaone.net Howlie paced nervously back and forth, his claws making a slight click on the inn's oak floor. He had checked everything a dozen times to make sure everything was right. Brushes, oils, a bucket of water for the bath, and of course, the bed. He straightened the covers one more time, and ran a paw through his long shaggy head-fur. He rifled through a small pack he had prepared, it was full of various goodies he was hoping to use over the next few days. Anytime now... not long… Howlie was waiting for his mate. The tall albino wolf he had first encountered in the forest some three years ago was coming here. They had journeyed together for a time, and become ever closer. The two wolves had shared more of themselves with each other than Howlie had ever thought possible in a relatively short period of time. They became mates, bonded together. But, it had been a year since they had been together. Frost was a messenger, and had been given a mission of vital importance. Howlie didn't know all the details; he'd let Frost tell his tale later. Howlie himself was stuck here due to his own obligations, taking care of his aged mother and making sure his littermates didn't get into too much trouble. Both were trapped and kept apart by the circumstances of their lives, but for a brief while that would change. Frost was coming here, and they would be together again. How long was uncertain, but Howlie was going to make sure the time they had was as memorable as possible. Howlie sat down again, trying to relax. Closing his eyes, he tried to focus on his breathing. Why was he so damn nervous? Maybe he was scared that Frost's feelings for him had changed in the past year, perhaps Frost had found someone else. Some enchanting vixen in a far away town. All Howlie knew for sure was how he felt. He had never felt this strongly; this passionately about anyone before; and that terrified him. He could lose himself forever in Frost's pale eyes and blazing white fur, but would he feel the same about Howlie's dull brown eyes and plain brown fur. He had no idea what Frost saw in him, but he was aiming to do his best to keep him around, no matter what. Howlie was startled from his thoughts by a loud knock at the door of his room. He immediately jumped up and almost ran to open it. The heavy oak door squeaked open to reveal the thing Howlie had been dreaming about. Frost stood there, looking dead-tired. He was dressed a little finer than he had in the past. A rather nice vest of black velvet now covered his old, ragged tunic, and although he still wore his old black leggings, he had gotten a pair of very fine leather boots. Frost appeared like he was trying to speak, but couldn't. One eye teared slightly, but before he could speak, Howlie pulled him down by the collar of his vest. Frost towered over Howlie, but eventually he was leaning just enough for their muzzles to meet. The wolves' muzzles parted, and their long, pink tongues intertwined. Howlie pulled his mate farther into the room, allowing the heavy door to slam shut firmly. He broke off the deep kiss and took Frost by the paws, leading him over to the bed. "Don't say anything now, you look so tired. Just lie down and let me take care of you." Frost silently obeyed and allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed. He lay back and instantly felt more relaxed. He watched as Howlie bolted the door, and leaped onto the bed. Howlie quickly straddled the tall, white wolf around the waist. He leaned over and once again kissed Frost. It lasted several minutes, their tongues writhing against each other once again. Howlie sucked on Frost's tongue for a moment before pulling out again. He gave Frost's face a quick lick before backing down. First thing is to make sure Frost is fully relaxed from his long journey. Howlie moved to Frost's feet and gently removed the fine, leather boots from his paws. Once again straddling his mate's body, he loosened Frost's leggings and moved up to his chest again. Howlie began to carefully open up the velvet vest. He would have like to have ripped it off in a fit of lust, but he was going to take this slow, and also the vest looked so expensive! Howlie began stroking Frost's neck now, Firmly massaging the tired muscles there, and beginning to work on the shoulders. He then untucks Frost's old, gray tunic and pulls it up over his head. Frost helps a bit by sitting up slightly. Howlie tosses both the tunic and vest on the floor and begins to stroke Frost. He strokes up and down Frost's arms, his claws scritching into the perfectly white fur. He strokes Frost's underarms gently before roughly massaging his chest-fur. "Turn over" he gently whispers in one white-furred ear. Frost does so without question, now lying on his stomach in the center of the bed with Howlie sitting over his back. Howlie begins again, firmly massaging aching shoulder muscles and moving slowly into the center of the back. Firmly, but not painfully so, he kneads Frost's back muscles like dough, rubbing out the aches and pains of long travel and living roughly. He leans over while doing this and begins licking Frost's head-fur, grooming it in an almost cat-like way. Frost grins slightly to himself as he feels the scalp massage from Howlie's strong wolf tongue. Howlie moves farther down now, scritching and rubbing at Frost's sides, along his ribs, and down to the sides of his belly. Eventually, he slides over Frost's perfectly shaped butt so he can play with his tail. Howlie takes the bushy, white tail in his paws and gives it a good scritching. He runs his paws from the base of it, just above Frost's butt, to the thinner tip. Howlie feels a shifting in his groin as he moves to the next part. Howlie pulls down Frost's tight leggings to gain access to the rest of him. He begins to massage Frost's butt. Frost groans in pleasure at the touch. Howlie grins and moves lower still. Sensing where he is heading, Frost parts his legs a bit. Howlie crouches between them and begins to work Frost's thighs. Howlie can now feel a thickening beginning in his sheath, and he can only massage Frost's thighs for so long before allowing his fingers to stray from their task. Frost doesn't really mind when Howlie begins to gently fondle his furry sac. He gasps in obvious pleasure as Howlie rolls his balls around between his fingertips, and teases the fur there by tugging it just slightly. Howlie can't take much more now; he leaps off the bed and quickly strips out of his meager clothes. The short, brown-furred wolf then jumps back on the bed and flips his mate onto his back. He grins as he sees a little bit of pink beginning to show from Frost's white sheath. He strips Frost's leggings the rest of the way off before straddling his chest again. Howlie leans over once more, briefly kissing before beginning to lick Frost's chest. He searches out and finds Frost's nipples hiding in his furry chest. It doesn't take too much effort of a rough wolf tongue to make them hard as rocks, the pink sticking out starkly against the rest of the wolf's white body. Howlie sits up for a moment, looking into his mate's eyes. Nothing to worry about after all, he could see Frost was still madly in love with him. Frost returned the gaze. Before Howlie could stop him, he had grabbed hold of Howlie's sheath and was massaging and squeezing it. Howlie gasped, it had been so long since he had felt Frost's touch on him. It didn't take more than a second or two of Frost's firm grip to get Howlie fully extended and panting in ecstasy. Howlie recovered from his momentary lapse of control. His plan had been to take care of his mate, but Frost's touch had just felt so good it had been hard to think. He pushes Frost's paw away from his rock hard shaft, and grins down at him. Howlie slides down Frost's body, making sure he glides right over Frost's crotch. He feels Frost's thick, full sheath rub under his own heavy balls. He stops and pushes Frost's legs apart. With a grin, he grasps Frost's white sheath. He pulls back on it, revealing Frost's long, pink wolf-cock. He leans over and applies his tongue, licking from base, where the knot has started to grow, to the sensitive tip. He smiles as he hears the moans of pleasure coming from his mate; he has waited so long to have him like this again. He laps slowly up and down, up and down, the hot shaft, getting it nice and slick. Frost tries to hump his hips up a little, but Howlie is determined to take him his way. Howlie holds his mate's thighs down and begins to torture him with his tongue. He laps rapidly at the overly sensitive tip of Frost's cock, and enjoys hearing the whimpers when it gets so sensitive it almost hurts. Thinking that the time for teasing is over, Howlie takes Frost's hard length into his muzzle. Frost bucks his hips up suddenly at the unexpected warmth and moistness of Howlie's muzzle around his cock. Howlie begins to suck and lick at the long shaft in his muzzle, loving the musky taste of another male wolf. Frost moans loudly as his mate caresses his cock with his tongue, touching every sensitive part and managing to apply a strong pressure on his shaft at the same time. He spreads his legs as much as possible now, writhing in pleasure, his tail wagging slowly back and forth under him. Howlie removes his muzzle from the dripping cock as suddenly as he applied it. Frost gasps as the sensations stop for a moment, managing to catch his breath for a second. Howlie runs a single claw up Frost's length, he slips the claw into the hole at the tip a little. He plays with the cock's tip for a moment before running the same claw down the shaft. He cups the heavy sac below, eliciting a little moan from Frost. He rolls the full balls around and squeezed them just slightly, getting a little jump in return. Howlie licks one of his fingers, taking it into his muzzle and covering it in wolf drool. Knowing what he intends to do, Frost spreads his legs again and raises his butt off the bed. Howlie plays his finger along Frost's furry white crack before putting it between the cheeks. Howlie finds what he is looking for. Frost holds his checks apart, and leans up slightly, almost breathless with anticipation. Howlie inserts his well-lubed up finger into Frost's tight hole as deep as he can get it. His paw pushes against Frost's butt, and he begins to thrust his finger in and out slowly. Frost helps out by pushing himself up and down off the bed, this also leaves his rock- hard cock sticking straight up. With careful balance, Howlie takes Frost's solid cock in his muzzle again. He begins an almost frantic sucking as he fucks his finger in and out of Frost's hole. Drool and precum run down the shaft onto Frost's pulled-back sheath as Howlie continues to suck and lick, increasing his pressure more and more. Howlie is now determined to suck Frost's wolf-cum from his body. He finger-fucks the big wolfs ass harder and faster. Frost is humping madly now, loving the feeling of his mate penetrating him. With a final violent thrust Frost cums hard, spewing a huge load into Howlie's muzzle. Howlie gulps it all down, quickly removing his finger at the peak of Frost's pleasure. Frost empties his balls, pumping his mate's muzzle full of his seed. Frost falls back on the bed, exhausted and sweaty. He has a few more shivers of pleasure as Howlie cleans his cock with his tongue and laps up the last few spurts of his load. Howlie lies on top of Frost, careful not to put all his weight down. He kisses Frost deeply again, and enjoys the feeling of his own rock-hard erection in Frost's soft belly fur. Frost can taste himself as he deeply kisses his mate. He also feels something hard rubbing him. Frost looks down to see Howlie's cock sticking out of his brown sheath and rubbing its sticky tip into his fur. Frost licks his paw, getting it very wet and gooey before slipping it between them and taking hold of Howlie. Howlie initiates another long kiss when he feels Frost's slick paw tighten around his member. He begins to hump the paw, faster and faster. Howlie is so hot from finally being able to pleasure his mate again that it doesn't take long for him to cum hard, spewing his cum all over Frost's chest and stomach. Exhausted, Howlie falls next to Frost on the bed. The two snuggle close to each other. Howlie eyes the bath, and thinks that they may want to get cleaned up soon.