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Thomas waits for the elevator by scrolling on his phone. When the thing finally dings, he steps inside, hardly looking up, giving a courteous “hey" to the two men standing opposite him. If he notices the sweat dripping from Louis's brow or Virgil's panting tongue, he says nothing about it. And the doors close, leaving the two of them to wonder if they were seen.

When Thomas exits, Louis glances at the rabbit man and points downward. His gesture gives Virgil the direction to look, where the stiffening evidence behind Louis's pants makes itself known.

“Not much longer now," whispers the professor.

“There's still a few more floors," says Virgil, coughing as he adjusts his collar.

“Well, then," Louis adds, his hand returning to Virgil's thigh. “I suppose that gives us plenty more time to play around like this."

Louis squeezes and gropes and rubs the package between Virgil's legs, and the larger male shifts and leans back against the railing, closing his eyes, thinking only of the feelings that Louis gives him and the fact that it is Louis Dellid, professor and advisor, who was the one performing this lewd activity on him.

It's enough then to make the man growl, which brings a gasping giggle from the smaller male, who then presses himself up against Virgil, the shorter man's chin pressing against Virgil's chest. “Oh my, is someone getting needy to do something with that dick?"

Virgil opens one eye, staring down at Louis. He gulps and nods. “Yuh-yeah." He says. “But I'd love to do other things too."

“I'm looking forward to seeing that," says Louis, stepping away. Just at that time, the elevator dings, opening up to Virgil's floor.

Nice.

* * *

Virgil pokes his head out from the hallway, sniffing the air and sighing in relief. “Coast's clear," he says, stepping inside the dorm apartment.

LaRose University offers excellent amenities for its student body, something to keep their minds and bodies refreshed through rigorous training. Of course, this is after a semester in the freshmen dormitories—tiny little stalls that pack in multiple people simultaneously. Instead, there is an apartment that houses a handful of students at a time, each with their own unique room.

“No one's here," Virgil says, passing by the common room.

Louis whistles. “It's much better than the dorms I went to.

“Yeah, well, spacious or not, the walls are pretty thin," he says, opening the door to his room. “I believe this will be the best place to show my thanks to you."

Louis flutters his eyes, then lifts a leg, grabbing his ankle. “Let's not forget the tried-and-true tradition, shall we?" He asks, pulling off his slip-on shoe and yanking off his sock. Once his foot was freed, he hung the sock on the knob and steps, lopsidedly, into the room following Virgil.

With the door closed behind them, Louis looks up to Virgil, hands behind his back, fluttering his eyes. “So," says the professor, acting with the energy of a younger twink, “What shall we do now?"

“Anything you want, Doc, er, Louis," says Virgil.

Nodding, Louis steps over to the bed and hops onto it. Eagerly, he takes off his other shoe and sock, tossing it aside, and then he undoes his belt, looking up to the younger man sitting there. “Come on, big guy. Lemme see those muscles you're so proud of."

Virgil bites his lip. The command is authoritative yet excited and eager. He slips out of his school jacket and then goes for the top, unbuttoning one button at a time.

The teacher does something similar, pulling off his belt before he lifts his vest off of him and works on the buttons as well. Soon, both men were equally naked to the waist, but the difference cannot be more pronounced.

Virgil is a mountain of a man. His furry body is broad, and his muscles are well-developed. That makes sense, considering his strong-man position for the hero work he was given. His fur is gray in most places, but it is white on his chest, stomach, and even down to his pelvis.

Meanwhile, Louis is entirely hairless below his eyebrows, shaved, or perhaps lucky genetics, and his freckles are the only blemishes. He squirms, lying on the bed on his side, running his fingers along his other side and up over his chest to his dainty nipples, brushing between the two. “So, I hope this is the kind of body you like," Louis says. “Because it's the one I can give you for your pleasure."

Virgil's tail wags, and he climbs onto the bed, pinning the teacher by his shoulders, leaving him lying on his back. The wolf growls, a low, needy growl, and he leans in, whispering into the man's ear. “Louis, you're driving me crazy," he says. “Who knew you'd be so hot.

Louis giggles, shifting underneath the younger man, but he's pinned down. There's absolutely nothing he can do. He is under Virgil's power, which is a great place to be.

Of course, he has power, too—even authority—but not the kind he would exercise during office hours.

“How about we cuddle!?" Louis chirps.

Virgil blinks, his eyes focusing on Louis, frowning momentarily, but then he sighs gently. “You know what? That actually doesn't sound bad at all."

Virgil rolls onto his back, an arm flopping to the bed, allowing Louis to scootch in close to him. Louis does so, wrapping an arm around that broad chest and a leg around his waist. The more petite man then buries his face against the fluffiness of Virgil's chest, nuzzling against it, even giving the larger man a few kisses over that mountainous pectoral region.

“Gods, you're amazing!" Louis says.

Virgil shifts, fighting back a whimper of delight.

Louis scootches on top of him, straddling Virgil's body, his hands moving up and massaging over that chest, shoulder, and sides. It's an aimless sort of meandering over him, a wonderful wonderment of the situation he finds himself in. But after a few moments of exploring, he leans in, placing a kiss on the larger man's nipple.

“Mmmfph… is this a good way… to thank you?" Virgil asks, feeling the bulge stiffening between Louis's legs.

“Oh, you know it!" Louis chirps back, his tongue flicking around that nipple, stiffening it. He then wraps his lips around it, suckling on that tit.

“Mmmgnh… d-damn," Virgil groans, pushing his chest out. “Wh… who's getting rewarded here? Me or you?"

Louis pulls back, the pectoral falling back into place with a slight pop, and then he licks his lips, chuckling slightly. “Who says we both can't be getting a reward here?"

“Heh… I guess you're right," says Virgil, placing his hands on Louis's sides, pulling him in closer, and letting his aroused area rub against his thigh. “But you can't tease me forever."

“I can certainly try," the older man titters.

“Try?" Virgil chuckles, his voice becoming a deep rumbling. “You're the one who asked for a good dick in the first place." He shifts and picks himself up, sitting on the bed, legs outstretched. “How easy will it be for you, I wonder," he says, unbuttoning his pants, “when I pull out this?