Big Nick Energy

He brings up his text exchange with Cody, looking now for clues that he may have missed in the haze of his horny, we've been sexting for a week let's do it in person feelings. He knows Cody has an actual dog, has seen it in photos on Cody's Grindr profile, but still – when Cody said we should meet, have some IRL puppy playtime – especially considering he'd said it right after making Seth come his goddamn brains out just from a voice note and a photo of thick fingers wrapped around an even thicker cock. Well.

Seth is pretty sure the misunderstanding is justified.

He swallows hard, feeling the flex of the collar around his throat. When he shifts, the plug inside him jostles and his hole throbs, reminding him that he is sitting on his tail. He reaches up to adjust the rearview mirror and catches a glimpse of himself. At least he'd left the hood at home, but the floppy ears of his headband droop limply and he sighs, tugging it out of his hair and tossing it in the backseat.

An excited bark draws his attention and he glances back out to the parking lot. To the far end, where a gap in the fence allows dogs and their owners entrance into a large dog park.

Maybe he should be pleased that Cody wants to spend time with him, wants Seth to meet his dog or whatever. But that doesn't get him fucked like a bitch and quite frankly, Seth wants that a lot more than he wants to spend an hour tromping around a muddy field.

He sighs again, fitting his key back into the ignition, but a knock on his window interrupts him before he can start the car. He peers up and then freezes, recognizing the easy smile and broad shoulders of the very man he'd been expecting to meet.

Cody knocks again and Seth lowers the window. "Hey," he greets Cody weakly. "I, uh. I think maybe there was a misunderstanding."

Cody's eyes run down what he can see of Seth, lingering on the collar and then continuing down over the bare chest and snug, leather shorts that Seth is wearing. "Was there, now," he murmurs. "I don't know about that, I think you look like you'll fit right in with the other puppies."

Seth's cheeks heat and he ducks his face. Cody hums, bending over and reaching through the window to stroke his face. "I probably have a spare work-out shirt if you want it," he offers in a soft voice. "I really would like to go on a walk and get to know you."

"It's not just that," Seth says, unable to meet Cody's eyes. "I, um." He scoots forward to show Cody the tail peeking out from a slit in his shorts.

"Fuck," Cody groans. "You thought of everything."

Seth forces himself to meet Cody's gaze now, and he shivers at the heat he finds there. "Wanted you to think I was a good dog," he mumbles.

Cody yanks Seth's door open so hard and sudden, he's surprised there isn't a cracking sound from the handle snapping in Cody's grip. "Let me see," he says, and Seth looks around before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the car, turning and placing his hands on the roof with his back arched and hips tilted back so Cody can see up close.

The plug's tail juts out from a zippered slit, and Seth whines when a finger reaches in, tracing where he is stretched around the plug. Cody puts his hand on the base of the plug, playing with it, and Seth gasps as one twist sends the tip bumping over his prostate. Then Cody tugs, and it slips out of him, only to be replaced almost immediately by two fingers. Seth almost chokes on a moan and Cody chuckles before carefully sliding his fingers out and drawing the zipper up.