As soon as Cuan laid down Kouta lifted his head up with Cuan's legs sticking out of his muzzle, then opened his throat wide as Cuan slid towards it, Cuan's shoulders stopped him from slideing for a moment but only a moment as Kouta's throat muscles slowly began to pull on Cuan's shoulders, pulling him deep into the moving soft fleshing walls of Kouta's throat, the muscles quickly worked Cuan's body down Kouta's throat, soaking Cuan's fur in saliva, before too long, cuan's hips where at the back of Kouta's throat and Cuan's muzzle was being shoved through a tight fleshy hole into Kouta's stomach.