It’s almost
quarter to one by the time Tau navigates the dark, tree-lined
streets to lead Hartley home. The buck walks behind him, so close
Tau can feel the quick flutter of Hartley’s breath ruffle the back
of his mane. Tau’s tail is caught tight in Hartley’s hand, which
encircles it where it exits Tau’s pants. The way his fingers are
curled like that reminds Tau of their coupling last month—a hurried
meeting then, Hartley on his knees before Tau in a cramped stall at
the Byrd’s men’s room during a midnight showing of Rocky
Horror, both their women in the crowded theatre watching the
movie. Then Hartley’s hands had wrapped around the base of Tau’s
cock as the buck had worked the lion’s thick length, kneading and
sucking, bringing him to release with nothing more than fingers an
