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In the wide net of dimensions that create the multiverse, a few locations overlap with the middle realities. These nexus worlds consist of places where Travelers, the wanderers of the cosmos, meet, rest, and learn from one another's unique experiences.

One of the most unique of these places is LaRose University. Its founder, a dimensional traveler of great renown, established it to train the next generations of great heroes who would fight the forces of evil far more powerful than any one reality could.

And even though their destinies are great, these students are still students. They deal with everything that any other student deals with, even if it is extraordinary.

We now focus on one such student who walks through the open-air pathway of the floating campus, swiping through his work without a care in the world. He is a broad-shouldered bunny whose uniform clings tightly to his arms and whose massive fingers make him fumble sometimes in his swiping. But when he receives the notification, he stops, beams, and rushes off immediately, stomping his way through the path and passing a few other students, narrowly missing and barreling them down.

He passes by the fountain, which features the statue of his founder, his spiky hair crimson in the sun, and his black coat billowing in the imagined wind. As he stands triumphantly, pointing to the future, the golden caretaker bot, a humanoid construct, beeps and waves to the passing young man.

As he runs, another figure joins him, a blond student in her early twenties, rushing up from nowhere and matching his pace. “Wow, where are you going, Virgil?" she asks.

“Gonna go see the Prof, Andy!" He beams, his ears flopping at the speed they're going. “I did it."

She widens her eyes and stops, slumping her shoulders. “You… you did? But how…?"

Virgil passes through the pavilion and past the cafeteria, planting his feet as he approaches the office building. He leaps four stories, clings to the wall, opens a window, and slips himself in.

After all, it wasn't the physical examinations that the rabbit had failed.

On the proper floor, Virgil proceeds to his professor's door, where he stops on a dime and knocks, waiting for a response.

“Come in," comes the soft voice.

Virgil steps in, beaming.

The professor Virgil searched for is standing at the window of the professionally presented office. He has a hand on the window sill and dresses sharply in a button-up shirt, a sweater vest, and khakis. When he turns to face the student, he shows his soft, freckled face with glasses and short but curly black hair. Standing next to the hulking student, he is pretty dainty indeed. “Ah, Virgil," says the professor, motioning to the chair before his desk. “Do you want to sit?"

Virgil scoots into the seat, the colossal leporine's frame making the thing so tiny, and he's bunching up to fit it so comically. “Dr. Dellid!" He begins, “I did it! You were right. I could make it into Gold Team!"

“That's amazing!" Professor Dellid says, sitting behind his desk and lacing his fingers together. “I knew you had it in you to excel in the academic subjects."

“Y-yeah, well, I couldn't have done it without you, Doc. Seriously." He says this, placing his hands on the desk.

Dr. Dellid smiles and reaches across the table, patting one of those massive paws. “You're going to do great things, Virgil. You're going to be a hero, and you're going to save people."

“Yeah…" Virgil says, sighing. He keeps his hand there, his tail thumping on the back of his chair. “But yeah, I'm gonna head out soon, like tomorrow."

“You're not even going to attend a graduation?"

“Gotta go on patrol, you know," Virgil says, shrugging.

Dr. Dellid smiles. “Of course," he says this, pulling his hand back. “You have so much to prepare for. I shouldn't be keeping you."

Still sitting, Virgil strokes his muzzle. "Actually," Virgil begins. I wanted to ensure I could get you something—thank you properly."

Dr. Dellid pushes his glasses up. “Thank me? You're doing so well is, thanks enough. Go out there and be as great as you can be, champ. You're no longer a student. You're a hero!"

Virgil nods, pushing himself up and then heading out the door. He pauses and then looks over his shoulder. “So, Doc, if there was anything anyone would get you, even if it were just somethin' you're thinking about right now on a whim, what would that be?"

Dr. Dellid leans back, folding his hands again and closing his eyes. “Oh, I'm rather content. Nothing, nothing at all."

Virgil shakes his head and heads out the door, but as he gets to the hall and has it almost shut, that's when Dr. Dellid adds, through a sighing whisper. “Could use a good dick about now, damn."

Virgil opens the door back up, staring at Dr. Dellid.

Dr. Dellid stares back at him, his face going white. “V… Virgil, something the matter?"

The leporine student's ears twitch, and he points to them. “I, uh, I got excellent hearing, teach."

From white, the professor's face turns a bright red, and he buries his face in his hands. “Oooh fuck! Please forget you heard anything, Virgil. I'm really sorry. I'm terribly, truly, sor-“

Virgil again places his paw on the desk, staring at the smaller male. “You know, Doctor Dellid," he says. “I got a good dick."

Louis Dellid knows not to say to his former student. Instead, the professor stares at Virgil, the large, powerful younger male, and he licks his lips, coughing. But immediately after that shock, he holds his hands up, waving them in a panic. “Please, don't think anything of what I just said. It was highly inappropriate of me to bring up anything in front of a student.

“A former student," Virgil responds. “I've gotten my placement. I'm ready to leave tomorrow."

Louis bites his lip, rolling it through his teeth as his gray eyes slip up and down over Virgil's form. “That's quite true," says the professor. He lets his lip slip back into place, following his tooth-rubbing with his tongue-licking.

Virgil steps closer, leaving only the desk between the two of them. “And how exactly would an older gentleman like you want a good dick?"

Taking a deep breath, the professor closes his eyes, places his hand on his desk, and then opens them. “Somewhere private. Somewhere personal, where I can really get to work on things."

“Your place or mine," the leporine begins to speak.

“Your place!" interjects the professor. He adjusts his tie and taps a picture sitting on his desk. Coughing, he spins it to reveal an image of himself and a child, the spitting image of him. They're at the beach, building a sand castle. “My, uh, my daughter still lives at home."

Virgil's attention snaps to Dr. Dellid's image there, his soft features and thin body wearing only a pair of swim trunks. The leporine's tail wags as he looks, imagines, and wonders, but his attention snaps back when Louis coughs and says, “So, see you there soon?"

“Oh, uh, yeah!" Louis responds. “How about I, uh, text you the room number?"

“Smooth," the professor says, pulling out his phone. “You have a shining career in dating and hookups, Virgil."

Virgil's ears burn red as he pulls out his phone. Their conversation is brief as they exchange numbers. As he looks and confirms the address, Virgil stops and says, “Wait, how about we go there together?"

“You want to be seen walking to your place with a former teacher?" Louis says, fluttering his eyes.

That's enough to get the rabbit to stammer, heading back to the door, but for the second time this evening, he stops, takes a breath, and says. “You know what, fuck it, yeah. Let's do it. Nothing wrong with a member of Gold Team fraternizing with a staff member."

“Oh, that's excellent," the professor responds. “I'll go get my coat."

* * *

So, the two of them walk through the campus, not hand-in-hand but relatively close, talking about things in short spurts but otherwise enjoying each other's company until they make it to the dormitories. Virgil swipes his card, allowing access inside.

“Been a while since I've been inside here," muses Professor Dellid. “Lots of pleasant memories visiting other rooms in between intense study sessions."

“You often visited other dorms?" Virgil says, activating and getting into the elevator.

Louis follows him, standing next to the younger male and smiling with a coquettish look that Virgil has never seen from the man or any man before. “Oh, you know. I gotta make sure I blow off some steam somehow, you know?"

“Maybe," says Virgil, grabbing onto the handrails. “Honestly, I haven't done anything like this before."

“Oh, never?" says Louis, his eyes sparkling through his glasses.

“Never."

“Well then," Louis says, his smile so sharp it's almost as if a leporine is a fang, “Let me be your teacher for you one last time."

Virgil hardly has the time to respond before Louis's hand travels to his side, slipping further into the larger male's crotch, grabbing through his pants. “How's this feel?" Louis coos, giving that package a relatively firm squeeze.

Gripping hard to the handrails, Virgil huffs, pushing his hips outward. “A… ah… Du… Doctor…?"

“Shhh…" says Louis, rubbing his thumb at the bulge. “Remember, dear, call me Louis… or anything else. After all, am I really an authority figure over you now?"

Virgil loosens his grip, placing a hand on the human's head. “You know what, you're not!" he says, pulling Louis close and pressing the teacher's face onto the student's chest. “I'm gonna take you to my room," the leporine continues, “and we're going to do things that could have gotten you fired a day ago."

“Oh, says the nuzzling prof. “I think we're still going to turn some heads if anyone finds us out."

“Better stop talking about it, or we might do something that will get us in trouble if someone sees."

Louis sighs, pressing his body against Virgil. “This is nice. I really needed this."

“Y-yeah…?"

“Yeah…"

The elevator stops, and Virgil's eyes flick to the floor sign. “Oh fuck!"

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?

Louis watches with wide-eyed astonishment at the sight of the man undoing his pants, pulling down his boxers just enough to unleash the red-tapered monster from within. The cock points up, cut off of circulation by the band of his boxers, keeping the thing nice and stiff and even more sensitive.

The older man licks his lips, crawling up toward the younger man, his glasses fogging as he looks down at the thing before him. “And here I thought you were just interested in cuddling," the professor says.

“Plenty of time to do that after you've had your fill."

“Solid wordplay," says the teacher, “But let's see how well your body stacks up to your mind." The older man slides up, leaning upon Virgil, placing his twinkish form against his former pupil's fuzzy and strong body. He nuzzles against Virgil, getting in some of that cuddling he teased about. At the same time, his hand moves down, cupping under the rabbit student's balls. “Oh fuck," Dr. Dellid whispers. “Do you know how long it's been since I had a good dick in my hands?"

Virgil pushes forward a bit, letting that dick rub up against Louis's palm a bit. “Ah, so-so, I take it you consider mine good."

“Fuck yeah, I do," Louis responds, leaning in and placing little kisses on his fluffy chest. “It's so hard…"

“Fuck yeah, it is…" Virgil says, grunting softly, feeling that palm playing at his shaft.

Louis chuckles. “I was saying… it's so hard to find time to slut it up when you're forty and got a kid."

“F… Forty…?" Virgil sighs, his eyes widening, considering the older man looking up at him.

“You surprised?" says Louis. 'Many are. I'm often mistaken for my daughter, after all. Very inconvenient when I'm trying to get into staff areas. Very convenient when I can get the student discount at a place." He then frowns, tilting his head and wrapping his fingers around that length. “My age a problem for you?"

Virgil blinks, staring down at his teacher. He then wraps his arm around Louis's unclothed side and pulls him in, leaning toward him and placing a little nose kiss upon his forehead. “Heh, not at all. I mean, how often does a guy get to have a DILF twink?"

“Anyone who gets to hang out with me, I guess," says the DILF twink, speeding up the pumping of his student's cock. “But that is few and far between."

“Nngh…."

“Oh, I'd better slow down a bit," says Louis, letting go. He then places kisses over the student's torso, sighing as he does so, taking the time to explore the body, going down, down, down, his side, his abs, and then down to his pelvis. “Mmmn… the downside of such a fluffy body is your muscles are hidden. The plus side is I get to feel them." He says this, rubbing his hands over the abdominal section and tracing the cut of Virgil's strong body. He keeps going down, that cock head brushing over his chest. He teases, grabbing the thing again and looking up at Virgil. “So, Virg," he says, a twinkle in his eye. “You sure you'd want a DILF and not a MILF?"

Virgil gulps. “I-I'm good with either, really."

“Heh, so we're a couple of bi guys, huh? I like that. Well, I can't give you MILF energy, but I can give ya a boob job, kinda…" he says this, placing that cock up against his warm chest so that Virgil can feel his heartbeat. He then rubs the thing up against him, letting the soft skin move up and down against the cock. He lets out heavy breaths as he rubs that thing against him, his eyes heavy, his mouth a wide and lewd smile. “Oooh, this is an amazing cock, Virg…" he shudders, gulping. “I can't hold myself back much longer."

“T… then don't," Virgil responds, placing his hand on Louis's head. “Come on and do what you want to do."

“Oh, you don't know how long I've been waiting for that," says Louis, licking his lips. He leans in, letting the cock head run up over his collar and his chin and then pressing a soft kiss at the tip. He suckles on that thing, pulling back and letting out a long, loud “smack." He licks his lips, staring up over his glasses. Though his vision is blurry, he knows that locking his eyes with his current lover would make things hotter for Virgil.

It does.

He rolls his tongue out, pressing it against Virgil's shaft, taking a long, lewd lick over that hot, glistening thing. It tastes manly—just the way he likes it. And he takes the time to lick over and over again, covering the entire thing before he wraps his lips around it, lowering his head, sucking, slurping.

Lewd sounds hit Virgil's ears, and the student leans back against the headboard, holding onto his teacher's head as the older man lowers and sucks and pulls back and slurps.

The cock may be a gift for Louis, but Louis is no doubt a gift all in himself. Virgil grips with both hands, sighing, grunting, holding him in place, and then he pushes forward, letting out soft grunts as he does.

In response, Louis sighs, grabs onto the rabbit man's thighs, and lets out high-pitched squeals, quite approving of the younger man's more domineering actions.

After all, if you're going to be a cock slut, let it be to a guy who knows what he wants…!

Who would have imagined the twinky teacher would get a handful, and mouthful, of the red tapered cock of the newly graduated student? Not him, and definitely no anyone else on the staff. There is no one else in Virgi's dorm, but they are the only things each other cares about right now.

With humming moans, Louis wraps his lips around the shaft, dipping down and holding the base to keep the pace going. He savors the taste, the stiffness, and the warmth. There is just something special, perhaps even zen-like, about turning off one's brain and just going to town on something thick and meaty. His body shudders as he gets what he's been wanting, giggling slightly, licking all around as he lets his vibrating lips and lashing tongue give Virgil a parting gift the rabbit man won't soon forget!

The gruff and deep voice of the student is music to the older man's ears. After all this time, he still has the skills of a real slut—or does he?

With an impish grin coming from his lips, Louis Dellid closes his eyes. He plucks his glasses from his face, reaching over to the side and tossing them to the table. Did they land there or clatter to the floor? He doesn't care. He'll gladly and blindly grope for them later if it means fluttering his eyes open to look up with nearly blind but glittering eyes of mischief.

Virgil gulps, gripping the back of Louis's head, his tongue out, panting from the heat building up within him. “Wuh… whatcha gonna do now?" he asks.

The teacher responds by taking a deep breath with his nose and then diving in, taking that cock as deep as he can, pushing it to the back of his throat and holding it there, his cheeks puffing, his eyes watering.

“Oh fuck… fuck fuck… Fuuuuck!" Virgil cries, his eyes rolling back and his cock twitching, heavier, quicker, unable to hold back.

He erupts, sending splurts of fluid down Louis's throat. The teacher coughs and holds tight to the former student's thighs, groaning, his eyes rolling back. Another cough comes out of his puffy mouth, letting the goopy cum spill out onto Virgil's thighs. Almost immediately after, Louis pulls back, slurping and pulling free from the dick with a 'pop' before he sits there, his mouth full, pearly stuff sealed at the point where his lips connect. He breathes quickly through his nose, shaking his head, and then smirks, leaning back, and then, with a big show of it, he gulps.

That's when he opens his mouth, rolling out his tongue, showing off his clean mouth.

“Oh, holy hell…" Virgil groans, sitting back against the headboard, his chest heaving.

“Nothing holy about it," titters the teacher, wiping his lip with his thumb. He then sets to work getting down between the rabbit man's legs and pressing his tongue to the cum-drenched thigh. “Haaaah…." He growls, wiggling his pants-clad butt as he does, gripping onto Virgil's legs.

“I thought this was a thank you to you," Virgil wheezes, clutching his chest. “When did I become the winner here?"

Louis grabs onto that flaccid cock and places kisses along the thing as if trying to coax it back to life, but it remains down for the time being. He pouts, shaking his head, and lies there next to Virgil. “What are you talking about?" he asks, patting the bed beside him. “You've given me so much already," he responds. “Now, let's cuddle."

“Sure," Virgil says, shifting and reaching, holding onto Louis's sides. “But let's make sure we're both comfortable first."

“Hmm?"

The teacher doesn't get an answer in words. Instead, strong hands wrap around him, pulling him in close, spinning him around, and pushing his back against Virgil's big, strong chest. Those paws work on his pants, unbuttoning them, pulling them down with his undergarments, and yanking them down to his knees.

“Off," Virgil commands, and Louis is quick to respond, pulling his knees up and yanking his pants off of him. He presses his heels to the bed, kicking off his shoes, leaving him only in his socks.

The leporine nuzzles the back of the human's head, pulling him in, letting the warmth of their bodies touch. Louise sighs and closes his eyes as he becomes the small spoon for this cuddle session, hands resting on his former student's big, strong arms. “I only asked for a good dick," Louis says, his eyes watering slightly. “I didn't want to send you off with the selfish desire of missing you."

Virgil snorts softly. “Well, too bad, old man. I'm gonna make you miss me."

“Why couldn't you just keep being the big dumb jock. You had to show me you were a kind, compassionate, smart man," he groans, his hands over his face and shaking his head.

Virgil places a hand on the professor's chest. “Why'd you have to be such a cutie?" he says, giving the professor slow, deliberate strokes over the chest. “Now I have to think I got someone I can warm my bed with when I return to this realm. But for now, we have all the time in the world.

“Ha… yeah… mmm…" the teacher coos, stirring a moment, then he gasps. “Oh, dammit!"

“Something wrong?"

“I got somewhere to be!" the teacher whines, kicking and squirming. “And I got a cummy mouth, and I smell like sweat!"

“H-hey there, don't you worry, prof. I got you!" Virgil says, and with that, he hefts himself and his professor up, carrying the man with one hand under his knees and the other on his back. “Now, let's go get you cleaned up."

The showers at the dorms aren't the largest things, but luckily, no one is around to use this one as Virgil bridal carries Louis into the bathroom. He places him down gingerly, and Louis stands beside the larger male with dainty steps on his toes.

Virgil nuzzles his former professor's head and then reaches past him to turn on the faucet. The smaller male takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around Virgil and kiss his arm. Virgil smirks at this, and then he tussles Louis's hair.

The water hisses in the shower as steam rises, filling the room with a gentle haze. Virgil turns to Louis and, with his eye half-hooded, caresses the older man's chin, dips down, and presses his mouth against the human's, his tongue licking at the older, shorter man's lips.

Louis drapes his arms over Virgil's, practically hanging onto the leporine's body, pressing his naked chest against that furry one. He parts his lips, catching that tongue and urging it inside.

The licks that come are quick and sloppy, tickling over the human's face and making him giggle and squirm, but with large paw-like hands gripping at the more petite man's waist, he doesn't get very far at all.

“Alright, you," the former student says, a slight chuckle wavering as hands slip down, rubbing over the soft and smooth skin. “The rest of your stuff off. We're going in."

“Both of us?" asks the human, fluttering his eyes.

“Both of us," the student repeats, pulling away and doffing the last of his garments.

Standing there in the nude before the other male, Louis shudders, tossing his last sock aside. “Oh man," he bites his lip, shaking his head.

“What is it?" asks Virgil.

“Feels like I'm in college again, for real."

“Had an active life on campus?" Asks Virgil, stepping up to Louis and grasping his waist.

“Oh yeah, before I became a dad, of course." He sighs. “Which reminds me, we can't spend too much time here. I really have to go."

“Don't you worry about that," says Virgil, leading Louis inside with gentle nudgings. “I've got it all handled for you."

Louis steps back, urged by Virgil's hands, into the wet floor of the shower. The water sprays over his body, a hot blast that makes him wince at first, but soon, he adjusts to the soothing waters. His eyes are closed, and a smile creeps over him.

But the smile turns to an open-mouthed surprise as a hand wraps around his exposed length, pads pressing against his hardened flesh. He leans back, pushing his back to the shower wall, the rivulets of water running down his collar and the subtle outline of his chest. He blinks open, watching as Virgil stands just outside the shower, pressing his palm to the head of the human's shaft and slowly stroking up and down near the tip there.

“Didn't I say I'd take care of you?" asks Virgil, continuing that subtle stroking.

Louis's legs spread out, his breath coming out in broken attempts to not moan out right there. However, he cannot stop his hips from pushing up from the wall, his lower back arching, his body desiring the feeling of being brought to delight by the steady hand of his former student, no, his lover.

“H… aha… haaah…nnnn…?"

“Ah, so you like it, huh?" I'm glad," Virgil says, his eyes focused on Louis's.

Though Louis cannot make out all the details of Virgil's face, he smiles at the blurry sight of the younger, stronger man before him. The twinky teacher reaches from the wall, letting his shoulders rest against it while he places his hands over that long, excellent muzzle. He nods. That is all the confirmation that Virgil really needs.

The anthro's hand speeds up, giving the human a feeling of delight that shoots down his body, tingling between his legs and settling into his stomach. Louis grabs Virgil's shoulders, using him for support as his body fights against the desire to release, even from this simple sensation. His breaths emerge now as quick, gasping things, his attempts to hide his sounds of delight becoming less apparent and less on his mind as he squirms and writhes against the wall.

The student's arm is soaked, but he keeps up with pumping his teacher's shaft, watching the twink, a smile spreading across his face as he makes the other man let out little cooing wails.

“There you go," he says, “that's a good boy."

Louis's eyes roll back, shooting open. His last gasps of delight become exultations of release as he finally shoots out.

Virgil holds his free hand out, catching the spurts of warm cum in his hand.

Louis collapses against the wall, watching Virgil with bleary and blurry eyes. He pants deeply, his chest heaving in his post-nut breathlessness.

The student grabs a towel and wipes his hand on it, dropping the thing off. He then steps in, blocking the exit for the older man, leaving the two to be sprayed by the water. The hot jet strikes them both by the side.

Louis gulps as he looks up to Virgil, the professor, for the first time with them naked together, realizing the magnitude of the difference between them and just observing and considering how impressive of a man Virgil actually is, making Louis weak in the knees. He stumbles forward, his hands clutching the anthro's chest, and Virgil wraps his arms around Louis.

“Alright then, Lou," Virgil says. “Why don't we get you cleaned up for real now?"

With that, the two spent time in the shower until the water started to get cold. They came out squeaky clean and ready to take on the day as if nothing had ever happened between them.

But something had happened, and deep in Louis's heart, the professor wondered what he would do now that Virgil was going away…?

Virgil lies on his bed that night, the shirtless canid scrolling through his feed, thinking about the time he had shared with his professor. It's a somber thing, knowing that he'll be going away and unable to see Louis again after the time that they shared. But he closes his eyes, grumbling to himself there, unable to sleep, only to think of those eyes staring up at him from between his legs. That voice cooing gently as Louis stroked Virgil. There was something in that voice and those eyes that would be left undiscovered and unfulfilled.

That's the nature of life in the nexus of realities. Perhaps possibilities exist in many different universes, but you're never going to experience even a fraction of them.

His phone buzzed. An unknown number was calling him. He blinks and frowns but answers it, resting a hand on his stomach. “Yeah?" he asks, his chest rising in a deep breath.

“Hey, Virgil?" comes Louis's soft voice.

Virgil springs up, pushing himself by the elbows. “Prof, er, Doc, er Louis…? What are you doing?" He whispers in a hush. While he has his own room, a sudden outburst could raise a few eyebrows from the roommates.

“Yeah. Heh, it's me. Kinda abused my powers a bit to get your phone number. Uh… do you mind?"

He shifts onto his side, resting with his phone ear up. “No, not at all. What's up?"

“Well, I, uh, I just found out that my daughter Lacie called me and told me she was spending the night at a friend's place. That means I'm all alone here, and I was wondering…"

Virgil's manhood immediately springs to action when he hears those words, straining against his shorts. “Is this a booty call, Prof? After our heartfelt time and farewells, you want me to be tired for my first day on the job?"

“What!? No, I mean… maybe, I guess. No, you're right. It's silly of me."

“It's not silly," Virgil says, shifting onto his back again, his hand going slightly lower. “It's enough to hear your voice, at least. Maybe some other time I could give ya a good pounding. But for now? Probably not.

“Enough… how so?"

“You wanna see?"

There's a pause in the conversation, but not for nothing, because Louis's ragged breaths are audible through the phone. “You know, I was thinking of showing you something, myself.

Unable to help himself, Virgil pulls the front of his shorts down, letting his red member spring free, precum oozing at the tip. “Oh yeah? You got the right number, and I'm waiting for it. Show me what ya got."

“Okay, uh, let me see. How do I send this just to you… Hmm, ah, I got it! Did you get it?"

“You just sent it. It's gonna take a bit, chuckles the younger man, his fingers gingerly playing at the base of his wanting dick.

“Okay, well, when you get it, let me—"

“Got it."

“Eee?"

“Cute squeal. Let's see what we got," Virgil says, his free hand thumbing to open the attachment. Greeting him is a close-up shot of a fleshy star, clean and tight, with a pair of balls underneath. His mouth twitches, and he growls to himself. “Dammit, prof…" He gets up, slipping on his pants.

* * *

Virgil had never been to Louis's house before, which should go without saying, considering the nature of their relationship up until today. But in the middle of the night and walking through the starlit campus, Virgil really has a moment for the first time to really think about what they've gone through today.

He chooses to spend that afforded time listening to the warmth growing in his heart and resolving that there's really only one way to figure everything out: to talk to him. However, looking over the messages and feeling the tingling that's going down his body and between his legs makes him think there won't be much talking going on.

The staff and faculty have their own abodes here on campus. It's just a short walk from the student dorms, but their accommodation is lovely—a whole house with a yard. He's doing quite well for himself. Perhaps too well for a guy who's gonna be spending his time on ships and tents jumping from mission to mission?

He checks first to ensure he has the correct address but doesn't enter. Instead, he uses Louis's number and calls him, thumping his foot as each ring makes him wait longer and longer.

The voice answers on the other end with a soft, but ragged, “S… something wrong?"

“No, nothing," Virgil says, wrapping one arm around himself, supporting his elbow. “I just… we're gonna jump into it, right?"

“Do you want to jump right into it?" That voice was expectant, needy. But quickly, it adds, “We can sit around and chat a bit if you want."

The rabbit grips hard against his elbow, shifting from one foot to another. “No, that's fine. Let's do it. You ready for me?"

“I've been ready, Virgil."

Virgil breathes out through his nose upon hearing his name. “That's nice, but how about you call me 'sir '?"

“Oh, sir," Louis says, letting that sound melt off his tongue. “Come on inside, sir."

“I intend to," the rabbit says, hopping over the fence and sprinting to the door. “You ready for me?"

“Door's unlocked."

So it is. He flings it open, turns the phone off, and steps inside. “Alright, Louis," he says, his voice a confident timbre as he grabs his shirt and lifts it over his head, throwing it to the side. I know a hole with my name on it and want to see it."

There's a slight giggle coming from up the stairs. Virgil yanks off one shoe after the other, leaping up to the second floor, where one door is open, the light trailing out from its cracked aperture. Virgil steps in, his eye glimmering as he stares inside.

What greets him is Louis, sitting on his bed, bent entirely over, facing away from the door and toward a full-body mirror. He smiles as he looks up into the hallway, his hands on his rump, pulling his cheeks apart and presenting that pink star, glistening with the application of lubricant. On the nightstand by him is the bottle and an equally glistening dildo.

“You aren't kidding," Virgil says, approaching the professor and standing there at the edge of the bed. He moves his hands down over his body and unbuttons his pants. “So, everything today was foreplay. Time for the real deal?"

Louis bites his lip, nodding slowly.

Virgil pushes his pants and his shorts down, his cock springing into action. “Don't mind if I use this, do you?" He says this, uncapping the lubricant and pouring it over his paws.

“Of course not. You're a considerate gentleman after all," Louis responds, wiggling his butt.

Slowly, the rabbit rubs his lubed-up hands over his cock, getting that thing nice and shiny and slick. He then lets go, hopping, landing on the bed, making it creak with his weight. “Is that what you crave?" the younger man asks, leaning in over the older man's body, looming over him, the heat of his chest pressing up against his back. He growls in the back of his throat, letting that reverberate and make it to Louis's ear. His cock plants between Louis's cheeks, rubbing slowly, deliberately, teasingly over that area. Hands grab and grope, first at Louis's shoulders and then down his sides, and then up over his hips and his butt, where he joins in with Louis holding onto his butt and grabs those wrists.

Virgil lifts Louis's arms and pins them down above Louis's head, pushing the smaller man against the bed with his hips, that red hot cock pressing against that hole. It's so massaged and prepped that it hardly has any resistance. Freeballing it, Virgil thrusts, spreading the inner walls with that prodigious girth.

Louis's eyes immediately cross, his vision blurry through askew glasses. With each pump coming from Virgil, another gasp of delight escapes the man's throat. His voice gets louder with each thrust, more girly, and this spurs Virgil on, the rabbit sitting on his toes, squatting over the human, thrusting away, his balls slapping against Louis's body, their hips clapping together in a steady pace.

There's a bliss that comes from the connection where their back and chest rub together—where their bodies clash and clap. There would be words, but instead there are grunts and groans into one another's ears. There is staring at the mirror, watching the sex-crazed face gasp in delight where there was once the noble teacher. This sight and these feelings spur him on. Virgil knows that deep down, no matter how long they will take away from one another, this night will last for so long. It will remain firmly within one another's memories. Of that, he is most certain.

* * *

Virgil sits in the briefing room at Gold Team, dressed in the gold uniform given to him. It's tight and shows off his musculature. The heavy hitter of the newly reorganized team has difficulty keeping himself awake while waiting for the meeting.

Andy comes walking in, carrying her two mugs of coffee. She, too, is dressed in her form-fitting bodysuit, becoming a golden goddess without even having to activate her stellar form. Sliding the mug over to Virgil, she smirked at him and said, “Late night last night? Who's the lucky fella?"

“Uuugh, am I that easy to read?" Virgil asks, taking his coffee and slurping up some sweet caffeine juice.

“Can't be on Gold team without being at least somewhat observant. You don't need to be our master detective to know you were saying farewell to a lucky lady or guy. With you, I picked guy. Oh, by the way, did you ever speak to Dr. Delli?"

Virgil coughs, pounding on his chest to get the coffee he sucked down out of his throat. It's a whole scene that brings the attention of the eclectic bunch of powered individuals to look at him.

The door to the room opens, and in steps the leader of Gold Team, the Unicorn Soldier, a member of a previous elite team dedicated to protecting his world. “Time for spilling tea is over, everyone," he says, speaking through his Unicorn-themed full helmet. He steps up to the front of the room, where a podium rises from the ground. “Our first mission is coming up for us, and it's a bit of a doozy."

“What a way to start the new guy," says their master of mysticism, playing with a coin rolling through their fingers.

“You're going to want to listen to this one," The Unicorn Soldier says, “Because the threat in question is magical.

“Fan-fuckin'-tastic, grumbles the newest recruit, going for another slow, tentative sip.

“We're dealing with a multiversal threat—active and already spreading her influence over a few worlds. She has a few outposts in various dimensions and has just struck in one—medieval fantasy in theme."

“And just what is our target, huh? Anyone we've dealt with before?" Andy asks.

“Actually, for you, yes, or at least you've met an alter of hers."

Andy raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Okay, color me intrigued. I've hardly dealt with anyone beyond a world destroyer, let alone on a multiverse-level threat."

The image of their target appears, filling the room with a holographic representation of a small pink creature sitting on a throne with the smuggest look of satisfaction in her posture. “Our enemy is Tik Tik, a Master Mage and would-be conquerer of worlds."