Scene 9 — Learning His Body.md

You're both clean and glistening, the ocean water still lapping at your intertwined forms. Your boyfriend's paw strokes idle patterns along your side, clearly content to just hold you. But you have other ideas.

"My turn," you murmur, pressing him gently onto his back in the sand.

His eyes widen with pleased surprise as you position yourself between his hind legs. "Oh?"

"You showed me so much," you say, running your paws up his inner thighs. "Let me learn you too."

His hind legs spread for you without hesitation, tail curling to the side to give you full access. You can see his slit clearly now - the same elegant seam you have, but somehow different on him. Your paw traces over it reverently.

"Tell me what feels good," you encourage, digits exploring the edges.

"Just... touch me," he breathes. "You'll know."

You press gently and feel the lips part under your webbed digits. He's already getting slick, his body responding to your attention. You work one digit inside carefully, feeling the warm, tight channel. His internal anatomy is similar to yours but you can tell subtle differences - the way his walls grip, the particular angles of his depths.

"Deeper," he gasps, hips rolling up into your touch.

You oblige, working your digit further inside until you find that same internal ridge he'd shown you on yourself. When you stroke it, his whole body jolts and he cries out beautifully.

"There!"

You grin and focus your attention on that spot, rubbing firm circles against it. His cock begins to emerge, sliding out around your working digit - sleek and tapered and gorgeous. You add a second digit, stretching him wider, and he moans your name.

Your free paw wraps around his emerging length, stroking slowly while your other paw works inside his slit. The dual stimulation makes him writhe beneath you, tail thrashing in the sand.

"You're so beautiful like this," you tell him honestly, watching how he responds to your touch.

His cock is fully out now, hard and leaking. You lean down and take the tapered tip into your mouth while your digits continue exploring his slit. The dual sensation makes him curse, paw flying to your head fin.

You work him with increasing confidence - mouth on his cock, digits buried in his slit, learning exactly what makes him fall apart. When you curl your digits and find another sensitive spot deep inside, he practically sobs with pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, just like that—"

You maintain the pressure, tongue swirling around his tip while your digits stroke that perfect internal spot. His hips buck erratically, fucking into your mouth while grinding down onto your paw.

When he cums, it's intense - his cock pulsing hot against your tongue while his internal walls clench rhythmically around your buried digits. You swallow eagerly, taking everything he gives while working him through every wave.

Finally he goes limp beneath you, panting hard. You carefully withdraw your digits and release his softening cock, watching as it retreats back into his slit. Then you crawl up his body and curl against him.

"Holy shit," he manages eventually. "You're a quick learner."

You nuzzle his neck frill affectionately. "Good teacher."

He pulls you closer, tail wrapping around yours, and you both lie there in comfortable silence. The sun warms your backs, the ocean provides a soothing soundtrack, and you're pressed against someone who understands exactly what it means to be in this body.

"Stay with me?" he murmurs against your head fin.

"Always," you promise, and mean it completely.

This - this - is home.