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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.