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A Lion's Midterm

aka

"In Counterpoint"

by

Gruffy

2017

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Hehhey golks!

This is a commssion for Hammerfist detailing his fursona's adventures with Druff, the prestigious Professor and seducer extraordinaire, who is once again at it. Can the young lion keep up with him - or shall it be the other way around? You should check the story out and tell me what you think - remember that all feedback, votes, faves, watches, and sharing the story on social media will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

Cheers!

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Music!

Tones and tunes flowed into Druff's ears as soon as he pulled open the heavy glass door into the Beatrice Memorial Building and entered its glazed lobby. Several amusing music-related quotes popped to the tiger's mind but instead of picking one, he just purred in good mirth. It was a place the Professor found to be very relaxing, away from his own faculty and all that passed there. Here he was on foreign territory, to a degree, and he enjoyed that feeling. His tail swam behind him as he padded about and looked into the happenings around himself. The lobby was built in two stories, with a second floor rotunda so that thoughtful students could gaze down below as well if they wanted to. Ultra-modern lecture halls surrounded this large main space, and hallways passed into administration zones, seminar rooms and and the music studios. The tiger had explored broadly and knew the layout for most part.

The cat continued his rumblings when he climbed the stairs and then passed some ten yards into the nearest corridor. He found one familiar door open, just as he had expected.

""Samantha, my beautiful dear!" the tiger announced himself brightly.

Bespectacled brown eyes looked over at the newcomer at the door.

"Professor Druff."

Her voice was a musical one. The fingers that folded together when she turned to look at him were slim and looked strong, pianist's paws if Druff ever saw a pair of them. The cougar appeared pleased by seeing him at her door. He was all purrs, of course, stepping inside the office.

"Can I bother you for just a moment, dear?" Druff asked.

"I have a moment to spare, but do not outstay your welcome," she said. "I am composing invitations to one of the recitals we have in three weeks and it's taking me a lot of time."

"Oooooh?" the tiger grinned broadly. "Writing them by paw on expensive paper? Calligraphy and all?"

The cougar nodded towards her CRT computer screen. Druff found it to be quaint-looking in the otherwise ultra-modern surroundings of the almost brand new music department building.

"More like with that old thing before I print them," Samantha said, "I am simply trying to think which rich or artistic people I should invite to keep their good graces, and their fat purses open."

"The woes of public relations..." Druff said.

"But it's part of my job for now," Samantha replied. "And what is it that I can help you with? I'm afraid there isn't much time for chitchat."

"I'm trying to find one of your students,"the tiger mused, "A Jacob Borley, sophomore year."

"Oh?" the cougar raised a brow. "Has he been a naughty boy?"

Druff patted the leather case he had brought with him.

"I have some papers for him and a book that he wanted to borrow for his essay," the tiger gestured at his case, "he mentioned that he spends most of his Wednesdays at the university so I wondered if you could just take a peek into his schedule and tell me where he might be at this hour."

"Ah."

"If it is not too much, of course" Druff said. "It is my fault that he didn't get them yesterday when he attended one of my lectures. I forgot them at my office when I was meant to give them to him."

The cougar smirked.

"And now you are running around the campus looking for him..."

Druff shrugged nonchalantly.

"It is something he is supposed to read by tomorrow for my course," Druff said. "It would be poor form for me to have to heckle him due to my own mistake."

Samantha chuckled. She looked amused.

"That is very courteous of you," she said. "Do you think he appreciates the care you take for his academical performance?"

Druff let out a brief burst of laughter.

"Not a chance in hell," the tiger chimed, "but one has to do one's duty. Even when it is thankless."

The cougarette let out a pleased rumble.

"Oh yes..." she glanced meaningfully at the papers strewn across her desk, "let's see then."

Samantha swiveled about on her chair so that she could face her computer again.

"Hhmm...how do you spell it?"

It was Druff's turn to chuckle.

"You Americans and your chronic inability to spell," the tiger grumbled. "Bee, Oh, Ar, El, Ee, Wy. Or would you prefer the NATO phonetic alphabet?"

The cougar typed along elegantly while he spoke aloud each letter. She barely chuffed at his later remark.

"Let's...see...Borley, Jacob..." she read out from her screen, "...scheduled sight reading and piano practice...S-356...until five. It's his last session for today."

Druff blew the cougar a kiss.

"You are marvelous," he said. "I'll take you to the Parvenue Gallery to see the Japanese paw-painted fans. I've heard they just have to be seen to be appreciated properly."

"I'll hold you onto that," Samantha pointed a finger at Druff.

"You can count on me," the tiger purred.

She purred too.

"Do you know where that room is?" Samantha asked.

"More or less," Druff said. "It's up the stairs and..turning right from the landing, yes?"

"That's it," the cougar replied. "Past the big jazz studio."

"Oh, I know that place, can't miss it" Druff said. "Thank you, sweetpea."

"You're welcome, gorgeous," Samantha purred.

Druff sauntered cheerfully out of the office and back into the lobby. The steps to the third floor wound up in a sweeping arch and made him think of palaces and opera houses, of pleasant fantasies instead of what was still essentially a school. Exceptional artistry of the sort the Druff liked to enjoy with a glass of wine propped up next to his stereo...that happened only occasionally in this place. He was a realist.

The tiger did not mind the fact. He knew that even true talent needed to be cultivated, honed, worked to an exhausting degree until until something beautiful hopefully emerged.

What he heard there was only a kind of a hum. The rooms along the corridor he entered were sound-proofed and did not let much escape. Druff felt he sensed the music being made rather than heard it with his ears. A kind of an itch in the whiskers, a vibration in his footpads. It gave him an extra spring to his steps. He wanted to rumble along to music that only existed in his mind for now.

There were many doors lining the hallway. Druff wandered happily among them, ears flicking, his case swinging almost jauntily on his paw. The tiger followed the number signs until he found the one to his liking. He even checked it to make sure that it was the correct one before he opened the door.

Piano was indeed being played within, and it sounded beautiful.

Druff did not not knock or otherwise announce his presence for now. He did not want to disturb the music or the occupant of the room. Indeed, the fierce-maned lion was seated at his instrument, paws moving with precision to produce the sounds the tiger now enjoyed. His bespectacled eyes were fixed on the sheet music propped on top of the piano, a gaze full of the kind of intensity that Druff associated with all creating artists.

He could have waxed poetic about it for hours to any willing audience, and had, given the chance to do so. For now he wanted to remain quiet, and not to bother Jake in his art. The tiger was quite sure that he hadn't noticed the Professor peeking into the practice room. Nothing in his body language suggested such a thing, Druff thought. He wanted to remain as discreet as possible until he felt there was a proper moment to make himself known.

Jake played the tune intently. His entire posture, from his tail to his ears to the way his shoulders were positioned, it all told Druff that he was deep in concentration. The tiger had enjoyed such a feeling of flow himself, not on a piano, but under different circumstances. He knew it to be an exhilarating place to be in, one of marvels and unlimited creative potential.

He hoped that it brought pleasure for the lion. And it surely looked like it, the way Jake continued to play through his piece. By all means it sounded flawless to Druff, up until the time a note came out too sharp, Jake's ears reacted to it with a quick flick. He continued to play for a few extra moments before another mistake brought the lion's paws off the keys.

"Shit," the lion huffed to himself.

The cross-looking lion put his fingers back to their positions and looked at the sheet music again. He only got through playing a few chords when he realized that he was no longer alone. Druff smiled when their eyes met briefly. The piano fell silent.

"Oh you don't have to stop," Druff said. "I was enjoying it."

Jake made a face.

"I'm messing up the Fugue," the lion said.

Druff let out a purr.

"I admit that I don't know what it was called but I liked it," he said.

"The Prelude and Fugue number one in C minor," Jake said. "Johann Sebastian Bach."

The Professor smirked.

"I might have used Bach as my first guess if I had to start guessing," Druff said.

"Okay."

The tiger stepped into the room properly and pulled the door shut. He was well aware that Jake watched this curiously.

"I think it sounded good," Druff said.

Jake shrugged.

"It's a work in progress," the lion said. "Just need to practice more."

"Samantha, the secretary, she said that you had booked the room till five," Druff said. "So another forty minutes today?"

Jake nodded.

"And maybe another hour at home," he said.

Druff chuffed. It sounded oddly lame in the room that had all its walls and the ceiling covered in the odd knobbly sound-proofing foam tiling.

"No wonder you're having trouble keeping up with my class..." the tiger mused. "If you spend all the day with this harsh and demanding mistress..."

The tiger put a paw down to the black, lacquered top of the piano and gave it a stroke, as if caressing his proverbial lover. The lion looked at this with his characteristic frown of curiosity and puzzlement. The tiger smiled.

"Why are you here, uh...Professor?" Jake asked.

"Just call me Druff," the tiger purred. "You are entitled to when we are in private. I thought we already talked about that, didn't we?"

"I guess," Jake said.

Druff smiled still

"And to answer your question, I admit that I am here to see you," Druff said. "I did have materials for your essay project..."

The tiger gestured with his case.

"...but I admit that I used them as a simple ruse to get the information on where you were from Samantha," Druff confessed.

Jake looked at the brown leather case.

"Okay. But I thought you have my phone number, so you could have just called me?"

The tiger winked.

"And interrupt a lecture or a lesson?" he said. "How could I do that to you or your fellow students, or your teachers?"

Jake didn't say anything to that. The tiger spent a few quiet moments looking about the room and its fittings and the equipment there, the piano, the music stands, the little chair on the corner, an open backpack by the piano, likely belonging to the lion, before he turned his eyes once again on his fellow cat.

"But I admit that I wanted to see you here, in your own environment, "Druff said, "home turf, yes? It can tell a lot about people, how they behave when they are on familiar, comfortable home territory. Doing the things that they are most used to."

Instead of being comfortable, the tiger noted, Jake appeared conspicuously uninvolved. His position had grown hunched after he had stopped playing and he just sat there on the bench, shoulders down, tail unmoving, not the same energetic air he had given before while Druff spied on him.

"And I did feel like I got a glimpse of it when you played the piano at my place," Druff observed, "It was very beautiful to see it, and hear it, of course. I would greatly enjoy if you played me some more."

"Okay," Jake said.

"I do feel like I've interrupted you now, though!" Druff spoke up. "I did not mean to hinder your practice in any way. I could leave the papers and let you be."

The lion was still mostly avoiding his gaze for now. He'd moved his paws from the piano and they rested on his knees, on top of the well worn denim of his jeans.

"No," Jake said, "I mean, you came all the way here..."

"I did, yes, but with not the most altruistic of intentions, I admit," Druff said. "I also did hope to invite you out for dinner."

The lion's ears flicked curiously at the casually made offer.

"As long as you don't have any other plans, of course, I would hate to intrude."

"No," Jake said quickly.

The tiger chuckled.

"No to what, my boy?" he asked. "No plans, or no intrusion, or no dinner?"

"No," Jake said.

Druff looked at him with a mild amount of puzzlement evident in his gaze. The lion noticed this and snuffled.

"i meant, no, not busy," he said. "I'm hungry. I think I'm hungry."

The tiger clapped his paws together. That too came off strangely in his ears.

"In that case we'll definitely have to get something for you to eat," Druff said. "You look like you're starving."

"I had lunch," Jake said.

Druff chuffed.

"Cafeteria food," he said. "I get heartburn from just smelling the air in there. No, I'm taking you somewhere to get a proper meal. You look like you need steak with lots of potatoes and onions, and a banana split, coffee, brandy..."

"I don't think I can afford that kind of a meal," Jake said.

The tiger chuckled.

"What makes you think I expect you to pay?" he said. "It's my treat, of course it is. You've nothing to worry about!"

"About what?" Jake asked.

"You said you were concerned about the food costing too much," Druff said.. "I'm certainly covering the bill, so you can just relax and enjoy all that is served."

"Why?"

"Why is what?"

"Why do you want to go out to eat with me?" Jake asked.

The tiger chuffed.

"Why do people eat?" Druff postulated. "I'm hungry, you're hungry, and I also want to spend some time with you. A restaurant can be a wonderfully liberating setting for a good chat between friends."

"Oh."

Druff smiled.

"And since you said you're hungry, i think you'll be best if we leave right away," Druff said. "And I can also call to make sure that they have a free table for us."

Jake looked surprised.

"You're thinking of going somewhere that fancy?"

"Oh, no,no," Druff waved his paw, "it's very casual, but it's also quite popular, so I like to make sure beforehand."

"Ah. Right."

"Wonderful! Take all your stuff and we'll be off!"

"Okay," Jake said.

*

"...I usually like to listen to some radio while driving but I have you now!"

Druff glanced at the lion from the corner of his eye. Jake was loaded onto the passenger's seat. His bag was on the backseat.

"Do you drive?" the tiger asked when he was signalling and then spun the wheel to join the traffic on the street.

"Yeah," Jake said. "Don't have a car though."

The tiger smiled and rumbled.

"It's a very green city, though," he said, "lots of public transport you can use. And I know you live very near to the campus, so I suppose you don't need a car."

"Did Mrs. Peel tell you that too?" Jake asked.

Druff chuckled deeply.

"No!" he exclaimed. "You told me that! Back when I took you home from my place, I dropped you off on the corner of Lorraine and Allison. You said it was a two minutes' walk away from your building."

Jake's ears dropped flat in apparent embarrassment at the tiger's comment.

"Oh. Right."

The tiger laughed some more.

"Yep!" he smiled. "So I haven't really been to your place but I was very close."

"Yeah," Jake said.

"It's not a very long drive to the restaurant," Druff said. "We'll have to park down the street but I hope we'll get a place easily."

"Sure. If you say so."

"I say so," Druff said.

The traffic was quickly growing more dense with their departure from the campus and approach to the city center.

"I hope you don't mind missing some of your practice time," Druff mused.

"It's okay."

"You can always catch up!" Druff said.

"Yup."

"Just don't forget to catch up for tomorrow's 101!" Druff said. "We'll be talking about the mechanical world views of Descartes, Hobbes and Newton. The tick tock universe..."

The tiger stopped the car at traffic lights. He found the lion's mane to look amusing illuminated by the red glow of the lights above.

"I'm joking, of course," Druff spoke up. "It's not exactly required to answer any questions during the lecture. But the reading certainly enhances the experience and makes you actually learn something from it."

"I guess," Jake said.

The tiger chuckled again. The light soon changed and he revved upon the engine again.

"Did you know that my people are known as great drivers?" Druff mused. "Häkkinen, the Rosbergs, Bottas, Kovalainen, Mäkinen, Vatanen..."

"Who are those?" Jaked asked.

"Formula One and rally drivers," Druff said. "Heroes to some. Waste of fossil fuel to others."

"Oh."

Druff chuckled.

"Another good reason to drive like a grandmother," the tiger said.

"I only really know NASCAR," Jake said. "Or at least I used to."

Druff nodded.

"I think I have a vague idea about what that is like, but nothing beyond that comes to mind I'm afraid," he said.

"I haven't followed it much since my favorite driver crashed and died," Jake said matter-of-fact.

Druff made a hissing noise.

"Yeeeah, they tend to do that," the tiger said. "If they don't have a tragic skiing accident while enjoying their multi-millionaire lifestyle after their career in driving ends."

Jake nodded a little.

"I guess."

The tiger chuckled.

"This talk is probably not adding to your appetite, though..."

"I don't mind," Jake said.

The tiger smiled.

"You have a strong constitution," Druff said. "I suppose you need it to survive the rigors of music training."

Jake scratched his cheek.

"Don't know about that," he said. "Not like they put us in a centrifuge first or anything..."

Druff had to think about that for a moment. He let out a deep chuckle when the thoughts formed in his mind.

"Comparing the conservatory to NASA now, are you?" he said. "Wonderful."

"Hah."

"But it is true that it takes a great deal of determination as well as energy," Druff pontificated. "Both physical and mental."

"Yeah."

The tiger spared a paw to pat on Jake's nearest shoulder.

"We'll get you properly recharged for that evening session on the piano, then!"

"Haha."

"I'm sure you'll love Clive's," Druff said. "The steak is rare, the soup is exquisite, and they have a lovely bar. And we're almost there!"

For now it looked like they were crawling in downtown traffic rather than approaching anywhere.

"Sounds good," Jake said.

"You better have a good appetite, their portions are big!"

"I haven't eaten since the morning."

Druff shook his head incrementally,.

"Tut tut," he said. "No wonder you're surly, you have no blood sugar left."

"I didn't notice," Jake said.

"Being hungry or being grumpy?"

Jake shrugged.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, "Druff said.

"If you say so," Jake said.

"I am saying so," Druff said. "Now to find somewhere to park..."

*

The cat had to prowl the nearby streets for a few moments before he located a spot and squeezed the car into it. He was all smiles when he escorted his young companion into the restaurant. The two window front was quite modest, and the signs only announced the name of the place and the opening times.

"And here we are!" declared the Druff. "Now just have to hope that they have room for us."

"That popular?" Jake asked.

"Yes it is," the tiger said.

They stepped inside, to the atmosphere of clicking cutlery, chatter, laughter and gently playing jazz music in the background. The tiger let out a deep purr of satisfaction.

"Ah, this is the place!" he said.

"Okay."

Druff approached the maitréd behind his desk. A bright smile flashed onto the face of the wolf at the sight of the tiger.

"Good afternoon, sir!"

"Table for two, please, Christiano," Druff rumbled away.

The wolf glanced at the tiger and the lion accompanying him, before looking down to his computer screen.

"A booth should become available in thirty to forty-five minutes, sir," the wolf said. "Would you care to wait?"

"By all means, if there is room down in the basement," Druff replied.

"Oh yes, there ought to be, sir," the wolf said. "Always a good seat for you and your friends, Mister Druff!"

The tiger let out a pleased purr.

"I trust you to ensure that, Christiano," the tiger said. "You heard him, Jacob. We shall have to wait for a moment at the downstairs bar before a table is free. I hope you don't mind."

"I guess not," Jake said.

"Plus, the drinks are on me," the tiger grinned to his young charge. "Come on, then!"

"Have a pleasant evening, Mister Druff!" the wolf cheered.

"I am sure I will, thank you, Christiano!" said the tiger.

"Thanks," Jake said. It sounded like he was unsure on just how to take part in this conversation.

The wolf was all smiles when Druff departed, to the stairs down to the basement floor. Jake followed him, through the dark tunnel that was the staircase. It was a rather dimly lit space down there as well. The ceiling was low and the steel girders and beams had been left visible, for a certain kind of almost industrial atmosphere. Yet the furnishings, the carpet and all were comfortable, and in contrast. The bar and its many bottles were lit from behind, and shimmered as a jewel-like beacon in the otherwise cave-like space. The room was not as crowded as the upstairs restaurant floor.

"Wonderful, we can sit down!" Druff spied a pair of leather armchairs tucked against one of the walls. "Come on!"

They had barely settled down to their richly upholstered seats before a hare appeared, smartly dressed as one would expect on a place with high enough a reputation to attract a particular Druff.

"Good evening, gentlemen, what would you like to drink tonight?" the waiter questioned politely, little notepad appearing in paw.

Druff looked at Jake with a little smirk.

"Any ideas, Jacob?"

The lion shrugged.

"Not really that much into drinks, I guess," he said.

Druff simply smiled.

"Let's start with a Rob Roy, made with Talisker, since I know you have some, and I'll have Between the Sheets myself," Druff detailed.

"A Rob Roy and a Between the Sheets..." the hare repeated, "yes, coming up, gentlemen!"

He flashed them a polite smile before he bustled away. Druff turned his eyes on Jake and the surprised expression on his face. He looked amused.

"Is that even a real thing?" Jake asked.

"What now, Jake?"

"What you just ordered," Jake replied.

The tiger chuckled.

"Of course it is," Druff said. "Cocktails can have the most evocative names. It's part of the experience."

"Okay..."

"This is a proper bar, however," Druff said. "The bartenders are here to make good drinks and nothing more. If anyone wants to see flairtending, they can go elsewhere."

"Flairtending?" Jake asked.

"That's when you throw drink shakers and ice cubes into the air like a juggler and mix drinks with blindfolds on and preferably light everything on fire before serving it," Druff said.

"Uh...that doesn't sound like it makes sense," Jake said.

"Sometimes the visual art side of drinks making is taken to the max," Druff said. "There was a case of a girl drinking a steaming cocktail and it burnt through her esophagus."

Jake's ears flicked in shock.

"She drank burning alcohol?" he asked.

The tiger sniffed.

"No, she drank super cool liquid nitrogen and it burnt through her esophagus and her stomach," the tiger said. "They'd put the stuff on a drink to make it look Doctor Frankenstein made it, steaming and bubbling like a witch's brew."

"Is that really legal?"

Druff sniffled.

"Probably ought not to be, and I suspect not very legal after all that happened," he said. "But you never know what they come up with next. Here I thought Jägerbombs were the most dangerous thing around."

"I've heard about those," Jake admitted. "That's Jägermeister mixed with...Red Bull, right?"

"It is!" Druff enthused. "made notorious with the rumors that you die if you drink lots of them."

Jake snorted.

"I think even I've heard that one," he said. "Seen lots of people drink them though."

"I suppose they are quite popular still, "Druff said. "Not really one of my own favorites, but these are a matter of taste, after all."

"Yeah."

Their chatter was terminated by the arrival of the hare, a tray carried stylishly on a single paw with two of the sharp-angled cocktail glasses perched on it. One of them shimmered a kind of a pale gold while the other drink was a shade of red, with a cherry on top.

"A Rob Roy for the young gentleman, and a Between the Sheets for the tiger gentleman," the hare declared, with a smile, as he put the glasses down to the table between the leather chairs.

"My greatest thanks," Druff spoke with a purr.

"Thanks," Jake concerted.

"Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen!" the hare cheered.

"Certainly," Druff bowed in agreement.

The hare padded away. Druff was still purring.

"Help yourself!" he gestured at the drinks. "Don't they look splendid?"

"Yeah," Jake said. "They look nice."

Druff picked up his high-stemmed cocktail glass and inhaled the scent over its rim. He smiled at Jake, who took his own glass with much less flair.

"Chin chin!" the Druff declared.

"Huh?" Jake was surprised. "Is that like Finnish?"

Druff chuckled.

"No, it's gay for 'cheers'," he replied.

Jake chuffed at that. He made a little gesture with his own glass.

"Well, cheers," he said.

"Cheers indeed!" Druff rumbled happily. "I hope you enjoy the drink. And there is at least one particular reason why you should."

"What is that?" Jake asked, with his glass halfway towards his muzzle.

Druff winked.

"It's free!" the tiger chuckled. "At least for you, that is. But I am very happy to serve you a treat."

"Hah, yeah. Thanks," Jake said.

Druff smiled.

"Though my mother would surely say that there is no such a thing as a free dinner..."he mused, "or a drink in this case."

"She would be very wise to say so, too,"Druff nodded.

Jake gave him a curious look, but did not comment on it directly. He watched Druff take a sip from his outrageously named drink and smack his lips.

"Hmmm....very pleasant, "Druff opined. "Do try yours!"

Jake sipped his drink, The lion did take it well without apparent shows of terrible discomfort at being subjected to the evils of alcohol. He probably had at least some past experience with the drink of the wise, Druff thought, watching him try out the taste.

"Is it alright?"Druff asked. "We can get you something else if you don't like it."

"It's good," Jake said quickly. "It tastes alright."

"Well that is good!"

Druff contemplated his own drink, which he had placed on the table again.

"Cocktails are an acquired taste for me, I have to admit,"he said. "My parents did not drink them. Not that they were much of drinkers anyway. My father is a whiskey person. My mother drinks pink champagne."

Jake chuffed.

"I don't think I ever saw my parents drinking before I was like 19 or 20," Jake said. "They were really careful about that."

Druff nodded.

"Trying to protect you from all the evils in the world?" the tiger asked. "Especially the liquid kind?"

"I guess," Jake said.

"My parents never hid their drinking," Druff mused. "Although they were not big drinkers. Nor was the alcohol ever hidden at my home. I very well knew where it was. There was no great taboo involved."

"Guess that's one way to go at it."

"Indeed. But I am sure we didn't come here to talk about parenting!" Druff chuckled. "We have other pressing matters to discuss."

Jake appeared curious.

"Like what?"

"Anything that is on your mind, Jacob, of course! "the tiger enthused. "Your many curious thoughts amuse and stimulate me greatly."

"Oh."

The Druff sipped from his cocktail and purred at the taste.

"I am not kidding," he said, "I have told you before, Jacob, it is why I teach. I could spend my days with books and simply do research in the company of those dead voices, but no, I choose to teach. I will see a new interpretation of that old material every day, a new viewpoint, a new passion..."

Jake listened until Druff trailed away. He sat on his armchair, perhaps wondering on the tiger's sage wisdom.

"I think you did say all this before, yeah," he said, finally.

Druff chuckled.

"Then I'm just too fond of my own voice, it appears!" he smirked. "I should keep better track of all the annoyingly intelligent-sounding things I tell to each person. They tend to lose their impact with repetition, I have learned."

Jake nodded.

"So do you like...often bring students here to drink with you then?" he asked. "And tell the same things?"

The tiger laughed.

"Is that why you think I fear that I repeat myself?" he said. "Failing to keep tabs?"

Jake shrugged.

"Not that often, really," Druff said. "I usually prefer other kinds of venues for that sort of meetings. But for us, this sort of an informal place is perfect."

"I guess it's okay," Jake said.

The tiger gave him an amused look.

"You certainly aren't too easy to impress," Druff mused.

"Are you trying to impress me?" Jake asked.

"Do you think I am?"

"I'm never really sure of what you're up to, to be honest," Jake said. "Don't know if it's me being weird or you being weird, really."

"Hmmm..." the tiger mused in an exaggeratedly questioning tone. "Is that so?"

"Just like this," Jake said, "You turn it into a question and then I don't really know what you are after."

The tiger lifted his drink from the little table and gazed into its secrets for a moment before taking another sweet sip from his Between the Sheets. The lion watched the tiger's enjoyment of the outrageously named drink.

"I think I have told you many times why I enjoy your company, Jacob," the tiger said. "Including a few minutes ago, if I recall correctly."

Jake frowned.

"I guess you did..." the lion replied. "But maybe I thought it was just something you said."

The tiger chuckled.

"I am not that much of a flatterer," Druff said. "And, do you really think I would spend time with you if I found your presence intolerable? What do you do when you find yourself in the company of people you can't stand?"

The unruly lion shrugged.

"I'd get the fuck out of there I guess," he said.

This made the tiger snicker heartily. His leonine drinking buddy looked at him with a curious expression still. He could tell that the tiger didn't mind the profanity.

"Which is exactly what I would do as well, should that be the case," Druff said. "When you get to be as old as I am, you are allowed to choose who you spend your free time with. Tonight it amuses me to do so with you entertaining me."

"Not sure how to take that," Jake said, "I'm not really doing anything interesting plus you are getting me drunk..."

The tiger gazed at his own cocktail glass with amusement while Jake made his case.

"I would not expect you to get drunk from a few sips on your Rob Roy," Druff said. "Although I do hope to offer you a couple more before the night is over. Keeps the conversation flowing pleasantly."

"Hah...and gets my pants off too?"

The tiger smiled innocently.

"I have yet to find out whether alcohol has a belt-loosening effect on you, Jacob," Druff said.

Jake nodded, after a pause.

"Guess you have started the experiment now then," he said.

The tiger laughed.

"This is what I mean when I tell you that you amuse me," Druff noted. "It is impossible not to smile in your presence."

Jake shook his head thoughtfully.

"Well if you say so," he said, "I just don't know how I do it, anyway. I never seem to be funny when I want to. It just happens."

"That's the best kind," Druff said. "Usually being funny is extremely hard work that rarely bears fruit."

He drank a dramatic, refreshing sip from his cocktail to drive in the point.

"So what happens when you get drunk?" Jake asked.

The tiger's smile grew crooked.

"Do you think it makes me want to remove my pants?"

"Dunno," Jake said. "Maybe."

"Pantlessness and alcohol do not always mix," Druff said. "The reduced inhibition can help sometimes but it does not always make things pleasant."

Jake looked deep into his own drink.

"I guess I need some then, huh?"

The tiger smiled.

"Pantless endeavours or more alcohol?" he suggested.

"You tell me," Jake said. "You're the one who's offering both, it feels."

"It does?"

Jake frowned.

"You're turning everything into a question again."

The tiger chuckled.

"Then excuse me for one more question, but what makes you feel like that?" Druff asked. "That there are offers on the proverbial table."

"We are drinking strong alcohol while talking about getting me drunk to make me want to have sex," Jake said. "Probably with you, too."

"Hahahah," the tiger snickered. "I suppose it would be unethical for me to get you drunk with the intention of getting you to have sex with someone else instead."

"Why would you even want to do that?" Jake asked.

The tiger's eyes narrowed mischievously.

"Oh, who ever knows," the tiger grinned amusedly. "Maybe there is someone you like that you want to get closer to, but haven't gotten the nerve to do anything about."

The lion looked disbelieving.

"You want to get me drunk so that I would have the balls to get laid?"

"You do have a rather lovely pair as far as they come, I admit."

Jake made a face.

"You're weird," he said.

"On my way to tipsy at the very least," Druff commented. "I think I will have another one. You should have another one too."

Jake glanced at his half a glass of Rob Roy.

"Already?"

"Well we don't have all that much time before we get a table," Druff said. "Might as well enjoy the bar until that."

"You really do want to get me drunk, don't you?" Jake said.

Druff raised his hand to a signal a passing waitress. He got a knowing nod in reply before he returned his concentrated gaze at the lion.

"No," he said. "I'm just saying, it is a fine way to relax after a long day at work. Give that brain of yours a chance to take a breather from the day's efforts."

"How is drinking something that kills brain cells gonna help?"

The tiger chuckled.

"At least you stop caring after a couple," he said.

The uniformed vixen appeared with her best customer service smile over her muzzle.

"Are you enjoying yourselves, gentlemen?"

"Very much so," Druff purred. "I would like to order another round. A Negroni for my pleasure and an Old Fashioned for my friend here."

The vixen extended the glow of her smile at Jake, who didn't know what to say, or where to look, so he just stared at his existing drink.

"Coming right up, sir," the vixen said.

She walked away, and the tiger watched the swing of her tail. He appeared quite interested in its motion. Jake decided it could have been even mistaken for genuine interest. The lion would have found that uncharacteristic of the tiger. The Druff smiled to him when he saw the lion watching him. Jake retreated into himself again.

"Is it true, however?" the tiger spoke after a beat.

"What?"

"Is there anyone among your peers that you like?" Druff stated. "Someone you are interested in?"

Jake's expression didn't change despite the nosy nature of the question the tiger just posed. Druff noticed as much and reacted with bemusement on his own face.

"I suppose that is a no?" he teased.

"I guess it is," Jake replied.

"Or just a gentle way to say that you don't want to answer the question..." Druff suggested.

"No," jake said. He sounded matter-of-fact. "It's the truth, I think. There isn't anyone at the department."

Druff smiled.

"Someone else then," he said.

Jake began to rub his right temple with his fingertips, as if trying to stave off a headache. Druff made note of this gesture, but didn't comment on it yet. The waitress came by again and brought their drinks. The tiger gestured for her to leave their remaining ones at their table.

"Can you also check up on our table reservation upstairs, if you would, dear?" Druff said.

"Yes, mister," the vixen replied with a bright smile.

"Thank you very much!"

She flashed them another vulpine smile before heading out on her business again. Druff's own smile softened into a less diplomatic one when he trained his gaze at Jake again. The tiger picked up his golden drink while he did so.

"So where were we..."

"You implying I've got a secret crush," Jake said.

"Ah, yes..." Druff said with what sounded much like feigned ignorance over just what exactly he had spoken earlier.

"But the answer is still a no," Jake said, "at least I think so."

Druff sipped the remains of his drink in one go and then spent a moment savoring its tang.

"Hmmm..."

He put his tall glass down next to his fresh drink but did not pick it up yet.

"It sounds like you aren't sure of the answer."

Jake frowned.

"You really want me to answer something, don't you?" he stated. "Why? Is this like...are you like jealous or something? Want me to give a name or something?"

Druff looked surprised by the tone of the answer.

"That is not the case," he said. "I am simply wondering if you do like someone."

"It's not you if you think so..." Jake huffed.

Druff's ears flicked curiously.

"I did not imply anything of the like," the older man said.

Jake stared at the new drink in front of him. The glass was filled with ice and looked quite beautiful in this light.

"There isn't anyone because I don't really look at anyone...that way," he said. "You know, like I wanted to have sex with them. And don't ask me why, I just don't. I don't know."

Druff nodded thoughtful.

"Oh, I see," he said.

"Maybe that's just me," Jake said, "being weird."

"It is not weird," Druff said quickly. "We come in many shapes when it comes to sexual desire. Maybe your drive just isn't particularly strong...though I could be mistaken about that assumption, based on what passed between us."

He wondered if the lion was blushing under his cheek furs at the casual mention to their tryst, but didn't press the questioning to that direction.

"It's not that either," Jake said. "I do get horny if that's what you're asking. I'm not ah...whatever that's called...ah...some sexual."

"Asexual," Druff said. "I know that exists alright."

"Yeah, not that," Jake said. "I just don't think about sex all the time or look around me thinking I'd like to fuck people around me."

Druff wondered if it was the lion's usual way of speaking, the profanity peppering it, or if the alcohol was loosening his tongue in that respect. He didn't comment on it. He was entirely unbothered by the cursing.

"Yes, I do presume you would not have been quite so...amenable to my approaches should that be the case," Druff mused.

"I didn't think much of it," Jake said. "You wanted to do it so I went along to it. It's not like sex isn't fun when you're having it."

The Druff chuckled. He picked up his Negroni from the table.

"I'll toast to that," the tiger said.

Jake didn't follow suite, but did not appear very bothered either.

"I just hope that you did not consider my intentions to be somewhat...unpleasant," Druff said. "Or that you felt obliged to."

Jake shrugged.

"Why?" he said. "I don't have to find you attractive to have sex with you."

Now the tiger's face did betray some surprise at the comment.

"Don't think I don't, though," Jake said. "I can like how someone looks, I just have to tell myself that I do like them. I know that probably sounds weird to you but that's how it is."

"I try not to put things into categories such as weird and not weird," Druff said. "I would probably fall all too easily into the former category."

"I don't care about what others think about me," Jake said.

"A very difficult talent to cultivate, that," Druff replied. "One most people never manage to achieve, I must say as well."

"I guess," Jake said "I mean, of course sometimes I end up thinking about what someone said or did but...at least I try not to be bothered by it."

"I think the old cliche goes that 'no man is an island' and I suppose it fits here too," Druff said.

The lion chuckled.

"Sometimes you sound like an inspirational quote book or something," he said.

The tiger chuckled.

"On occasion, simply sounding smart is more than enough," the tiger mused. "And a few well-placed impressive-sounding quotes can go a long way."

"So basically...artificial intelligence?" Jake said.

Druff laughed heartily.

"You could say so!" he said. "The kind of things people post on their social media to make themselves appear....thoughtful."

"Ugh," Jake opined.

"My words exactly!" Druff toasted him with his drink. "Very much so..."

Jake tipped his own glass a little too.

"Are we gonna have to finish these up before dinner?" he asked.

Druff lifted his drink to his lips.

"Oh yes," he said. "While we talk more about why social media sucks and turns people into self-centered fools desperate for their life to be interesting."

"Yeah, "Jake decided. "I'd rather be drunk for that kind of a conversation."

"I think I can deal with that," Druff chuckled.

*

"You've got a lot of keys, Druff..."

The tiger in question chuckled at the comment coming from the lion leaning against the wall of the hallway. He had a large key ring in his paw and its contents jingled while he tried to find the right one to fit his front door lock.

"And you're drunk!" the tiger cheered.

The trenchcoat-wearing lion laughed to himself. His mane managed to appear almost more ruffled than it usually did. The tiger's tail was somewhat worse for wear too.

"You drank much more than I did..." Jake said.

Druff gave up trying to poke the wrong key into his lock and chose another one.

"Just a moment..I think I tried to open it with the key to my filing cabinet."

"You're so drunk," Jake said. "Like fucking drunk."

He laughed to himself again. Druff chuckled at the lion's intoxicated mirth with a good amount of his own.

"Just happily so," he said. "If I keep drinking lots of water and have a big sandwich, I won't have a hangover. I know my body. I'm a bit more worried about you though..."

Jake chuffed.

"You're fussy too..." he said. "It's funny."

"I just have too many keys," Druff replied. "I need to do some autumn cleaning in my pockets."

"At least they didn't take your car keys..." Jake said.

Druff's ear flicked curiously at him.

"What?"

"I've seen that happen when someone drinks reeeally much..." Jake explained. "They take the keys so they can't drive home."

"I don't think I'm quite that drunk."

"You don't even know how drunk you are..." Jake chuckled. "It's hilarious."

"I'll show you what's hilarious soon," the tiger rumbled. "Beisdes, I took a cab home. I know how drunk I am."

The right key finally found home and slipped in. The tiger turned the key victoriously.

"There we go..."

"I need a drink!" Jake declared.

Druff smirked.

"What you need is a piss and a cup of coffee."

"Ugh. I don't drink piss!"

Druff opened the door.

"Have you ever tried?" he stated solidly.

The lion made a face.

"You're sick," he said. "You make me sick...wow...you're such a dirty tiger..."

Druff gestured for the lion without a pause.

"Come on," he rumbled. "You don't want to give the neighbours this kind of a performance."

"Should I sing instead?" Jake asked. "Some German Lied..."

Druff grabbed the lion's arm and tugged him towards the door.

"Now now, we don't have to get quite that cultural here."

Jake leaned heavily on the tiger's arm and side when they went over the doorstep. Druff was quite sure that the lion hadn't drank his legs away at the restaurant, but that he was rather more interested in proximity to the tiger.

"I thought you liked when I sing..." Jake said.

"I haven't had the pleasure to hear much of it yet," Druff commented. "But hopefully I shall get to enjoy it more at some point."

"You still talk funny even when you're drunk," Jake observed with intoxicated frankness.

Druff elbowed the lion gently.

"My accent becomes heavier if I drink," he admitted. "It loosens my tongue and makes me care less for the elocution."

"You sound ffffffunny!" Jake declared.

The tiger ushered his lion guest into the hallway.

"I don't think you are quite that drunk, Jacob," he said.

The lion smirked.

"No?" he asked. "So maybe you can give me that drink and we can make sure that I'm as drunk as you want me to be."

"Whoever said I wanted you to be pissing drunk?" Gruff asked.

Jake scowled.

"Uuuuhh...don't talk about piss again!"

The tiger chuffed. Now that they were safely tucked in his apartment, he began to unbutton his jacket.

"It is a British colloquialism and not a reference to urolagnia," Druff said.

"To what?" Jake chuckled.

"To whatever dirty you are thinking about," Druff said.

"You're the one who is dirty."

Druff gave him a glance.

"Perhaps you really are very drunk," he said. "I probably should have taken you to your lodgings."

"No..." Jake replied instantly. He stepped closer to the tiger and stood right in front of him, looking up at the slightly taller male. "No...you want to fuck...fuck fuck...all the talk about fucking..."

The lion pawed on the tiger's arms and sides. Druff let out a rumble at the feeling, but did not move to stop him.

"We did have an extensive chat about sex, that is for sure," Druff said.

The lion smirked.

"You wanna fuck...you're a horny tiger..." Jake drawled, "It made me horny too...I'm a horny bastard..."

"You are very young," said the Druff as he brushed his fingertips against the lion's muzzle, "youth and ardour go paw in paw."

"Ardo-whut?" Jake chuckled. "Do you speak Klingon or something?"

"It's French for being horny," Druff said.

Jake's tail bounced victoriously from under the hem of his trenchcoat.

"Yes!" he declared. "French horniness...yes...let's be French together..."

"You know I am not opposed to the idea," Druff replied. "As long as you will not feel like I'm taking an advantage..."

"Ffffffff...I'm the one taking advantage..." Jake declared. "I'm fucking you and I don't even like you..."

He laughed at his own comment. His paws became more determined in their motion. He was quick in the move that it took to grab onto Druff's groin. The bulge felt warm and indeed firm, despite the tiger's own intoxication. Jake let out a purr.

"Hmm...it's a big cock," he said, "I like big cocks...I like cocks..."

He let out a breathy chuckle.

"See, it's that easy to say...cock...dick...cock!" he exclaimed the word with obvious pleasure at the naughtiness it implied, to have that word on his lips. "I love dick...ahh..."

Druff put his own paw on the lion's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"That is much appreciated, of course," Druff said, "as long as you will be able to properly enjoy it."

Jake laughed deeply.

"Not like I have to do much..." he didn't stop groping at the tiger, "just open my muzzle or...or raise my tail..."

The tiger rumbled at the sound of the lurid proposals made by his horny guest.

"Intending for me to do all the work?" he asked.

"You're the one who knows a lot more about having sex, and I want to have sex..." Jake huffed. "lotsss of it..."

"I shall do my best to provide," the tiger chuckled at the slightly slurred word.

"i bet you can't wait to get some lion booty," Jake accused. "You like it..."

"I am sure it will be as delightful as ever," Druff replied.

Druff took on the task of unbuttoning Jake's trenchcoat. The lion pawed on his arms while he did so and continued to give a few extra brushes on the tiger's bulge while Druff operated the buttons. His fingers were not quite as agile as usual.

"You're drunk..." Jake accused.

"Not too drunk," Druff mused, "at least not too drunk to do this."

The trenchcoat and Druff's jacket came off and fell to the floor. Neither of them paid attention to the state of their apparel when they stepped over them and deeper into the apartment,still holding to one another. A few rumpled steps brought them to the partially open sliding doors into the sitting room. Druff stopped them there.

"Over there..." he tilted his head towards the sitting room, "or elsewhere..."

"Wherever there's sex or booze, I'm going in," Jake stated.

"I already told you, no more drink," Druff clicked his tongue at the cheeky remark. "Which leaves us something else, I think."

The lion pawed on the tiger's rumbling chest.

"Hahah," he laughed. "Knew you just want some more lion ass...you like lion ass..."

Jake spun himself around and pressed his rear against the tiger's groin. Druff let out a pleased rumble at the surprise contact. The roundness of the college lion's ass was an appealing sensation and he made it more firm by pushing his own hips to meet it. The red-maned youth's rumbling deepened.

"Hmmmm...you want it dontcha..." Jake declared.

The lion ground his ass at the tiger. Druff pressed his paws to Jake's hips and held him close, like that. His muzzle dipped down to smell the scent of the lion. It was especially noticeable under his mane, chin pressed towards skin. He could find the scents from the restaurant, of many furs, the exotic drinks and the steak, the lemon of the dessert that had been generously laced with sherry..and lion. Young and indeed horny. The sweat that had accumulated carried the smell of arousal. Whether it was because of the lion's professed constant horniness or the alcohol dropping his guard, Druff wasn't sure. But he recognized it and he enjoyed it to the fullest, with every breath he took that ruffled the mane his face rested upon.

"Ohh..." Jake let a little gasp of his own when he felt the tiger's lips closing in to his skin.

"If this is what you want..." Druff murmured, "You will have..."

"Hrrmmm..." the lion almost growled. "You know what you made me want..."

"Hrhmmmgrr..." the tiger's voice was considerably deeper, naturally so, "and now you claim I had to make you..."

Jake rumbled and threw his head back. Whether intentionally or by some submissive instinct, the tiger used it for his advantage and bit down on the lion's neck. It was hardly a rough gesture but very warm and wet, and made the college lion purr. At the same time, Druff stroked his paws over the flare of the lion's hips and upwards over his sides before going down the same route for another round of caressing.

"Hmmmmghh...you're making me want to shove something up my ass," the lion declared. "Fuck..."

The lion ground himself back to the tiger. Whatever had been spoken earlier between them at the restaurant did not appear to have much effect on how the lion behaved now. He had decided he wanted something and there was a source available right there, Druff mused to himself, in the form of the tiger the lion now practically pinned against the wall of the hallway.

"Such a lusty boy," the tiger deemed.

"Hrmhmhmm..." Jake's response did not have any real words.

The tiger reasserted his strength. He pushed the lion against the wall so that he was now the one who was being pressed to it. Druff's teeth explored the scruff of the college boy's neck and tugged on it. His tongue forked out between his lips and touched onto the skin right above his collar.

"Ahh..."

Druff pushed their hips flush and ground to the springy rump under him. The lion's tail bounced from side to side and batted the older cat's sides and legs. Jake's paws reached back to touch the tiger who now dominated his body and mind. It was a rather aimless gesture but he found purchase on the tiger's thighs and hips.

"Oh yeah..."

The teeth pressed further to the lion's skin. He might be looking at a feline hickey later on from the way the teeth mauled his neck.

"Fuck..."

The furs under Druff's maw became matted and messy from hot breathing and spit, and the teeth continued to work, kissing the lion hard even if their mouths were nowhere near one another. This was a more primal way and suited the mood of the moment. The lion was practically begging to be taken in whatever manner Druff saw appropriate. He would not rush things, but he also knew what was expected of him. And perhaps it was not even him in particular...but someone. The lion just wanted someone...something, to get the satisfaction he craved for in his own, passionate way. He didn't show it much, but the uninhibited state caused by a number of drinks was now truly showing itself.

The Druff had not made the lion horny. He just unleashed the beast that was waiting to come out of the rather reserved shell. Now the lion was getting just as wild as the red of his mane suggested he could. Druff didn't believe in most stereotypes, but perhaps this time around he had discovered a kernel of truth hidden in this fortunate pigmentation.

"...ah...uh..."

He could play that game, Druff decided. Having a randy rump rubbed all over his hard dick was definitely all the invitation he needed to take on the opportunity.

The tiger moved his muzzle and clamped down on Jake's shoulder instead.

"Ah-fuck!"

The whole arm tensed under the tiger's bite and the lion let out a slew of cusses and grunts at the sensation.

Druff put his arms around Jake's chest and held him tight now. One of his paws went down to the lion's groin to investigate just how well affected he was by this new, rough embrace. He found the shape of a very much aroused lion erection filling the front of Jake's disreputable pants.

"Oooowwh are you trying to eat my arm?" the lion muttered.

Druff let go of the said limb and nuzzled his chin through Jake's mane in reconciliation.

"I wasn't biting that hard," he said, while giving the lion's boner a squeeze.

"Hhmhm...oh..." the lion panted softly.

Druff's maw found Jake's ear and nibbled on it. Jake humped onto the paw that still held position against his groin.

"Ah..."

Druff pressed his hips firmly to the lion's rear and then stayed put. The lion's movement gave him a hint of thrusting action too without having to make a move of his own.

"Don't have to warm you up, do I?" the tiger stated. "You're all set to go..."

"Hhmnmghh...I can take it," the lion replied. "I don't care if it hurts..."

The tiger paused for a moment.

"I don't intend to hurt you," he kissed the crown of the lion's head and let his warm breath caress his skin like his fingers would. "I will just touch you everywhere until you can't take it anymore..."

"Hhmmm I'm really getting close to that, " Jake opined.

The tiger chuckled briefly. It was a very dry sound.

"I haven't even begun," he said.

Jake was left to wonder the exact depths of the tiger's comment, but he wasn't to do so for long while remaining stationary. The tiger pulled him away from the wall and then towards where the lion knew the master bedroom was located. Druff let go of him, enough that Jake could move more comfortably, but maintained contact by holding his paw on the lion's arm.

"I know the way," Jake chuckled drunkenly. "Hehehehehehe."

"You had quite the tour the last time you were here," Druff said. "I would expect you to."

Jake giggled the rest of the way to the bedroom. Druff spared a paw to turn on the lights to an appropriately low setting. Then he wrapped his arms around the lion again.

"This is better," Druff said.

He kissed the lion before Jake managed to get out another of his tipsy comments. Druff's tongue felt large and warm when it slipped confidently between the lion's lips. He wasn't scared of its approach ,by any means, but opened his mouth to let it move as it pleased around the interior of the lion's muzzle. Both of the males were purring by that time, from the intensity of their contact.

Druff's paws came down and cupped the lion's buttocks, one for each large paw. He squeezed firmly on Jake's rear and made sure the lion knew just exactly what he intended to do soon. He knew that the lion enjoyed attention to that part of his body, and provided as plenty as he pleased. He would hardly have to be coaxed to a warm butt that, according to its owner, was in grave need to be filled soon.

It must be your lucky day, Jacob, the tiger thought without voicing his musings.

The kiss continued, rather wet and noisy by now. Jake was eager for it, that much the tiger knew from the way he pushed back into it, and his tongue moved to meet Druff's own. Yet the older male was definitely in charge of the make out that had ensued at the lion's insistence. Their paws moved, mostly teasing for now in the way they groped each other's bodies. Both of them still wore too many clothes for their paws to be able to do more than teasing, but it was Druff who took the next step to remedy that.

He pushed his paw between their bodie and unbuttoned and unzipped Jake's fly. The lion didn't stop eating the tiger's face nor missed an opportunity to try and hump into the fingers that were now close to his erect cock.

"Hhmmmmn..."

"No, not quite yet," the tiger said.

Jake almost bit Duff's lip when he tried to kiss the tiger while Druff was speaking to him, hushed and with their mouths only an in inch apart. Druff grabbed on the lion's tail to administer a proper tug. The length of tail tensed under Druff's grip. The bounce it gave was a frustrated one.

"Not before I get something too," Druff said. "Then you get your treat..."

The lion huffed.

"I already told you I'll let you fuck my ass," he said. "What else - "

Druff's fingers cupped Jake's chin. He used his thumb to stroke over the lips that were wet and warm, almost bruised from their kiss.

"This pretty muzzle of yours should do some of the work too, Jacob," the tiger said.

The red-maned cat's momentary confusion was quick to pass.

"Oh..."

"Get down," Druff said simply.

Jake snuffled.

"I don't need an instructions manual," the lion said. "At least not for this."

"Good boy," the tiger smirked.

Druff did give the lion's shoulder a little push, just to remind him that the tiger was still in charge of their drunken tryst. Jake was quick to fall onto his knees in front of the professor at this prompting. His huffs were either a sound of arousal or him expressing his gratitude for the thick rug and the little comfort it provided now. His paws sought the tiger's fly where his fingers could feel the warmth of the flesh underneath, radiating through the fabric.

"You want it, don't you?" was what Druff said. His own paws fell to Jake's mane and combed their way through the long fur. The feel of the hairs there was silky, and sensual.

Jake fondled at the tiger's bulge during the process of trying to uncover his prize.

"These buttons are damn small..." he mumbled.

Druff chuckled.

"I don't think they are meant to be operated in a hurry," he said.

"Who the fuck says 'operate' when they talk about buttons?" Jake muttered. He was still going at it, without success so far.

"I might do," Druff said. "And that potty mouth certainly needs something inside it to shut you up."

"Fuck you too..."

"Tsk tsk."

The lion's alcohol-numbed fingers managed to pop one of the buttons open. This success, combined with the resulting ability to brush his pads against the tiger's flesh, made him want to try even harder. The top button being open after another moment made it much easier.

"There you go."

Jake tugged the tiger's pants down. He was wearing black boxer shorts under, and the front was properly bulged from his arousal.

"Yeah..." said Jake.

The tiger used his paw to push the lion's muzzle down to his groin.

"Have a sniff, boy," his voice was almost drawly by now.

Jake didn't have much of a choice by this point, but he didn't struggle under the big paw behind his neck, nor with the helping of musky cock on his nose. It was awkward to kiss down on it, with the tiger's fly tickling him on either side of his chin. The scent was strong, and wonderfully so. The kind the tiger would have loved to rub onto his paw from his own balls and then cover his face with to sample it properly, just because he could. Prove that he owned it, and the same way now that he pressed the lion down to it to mark him in equal measures. The soft facial fur was a perfect receptacle for the slight scenting that ensued. It was for Jake to instigate it by rubbing his face on the tiger's junk. It was a strong scent, but naturally so, not a result of an unwashed state amplifying everything up. The Druff simply had plenty to share and he was being generous.

"Gmmmggmm..." the lion moaned.

"Just remind yourself of what you've been missing out on since the last time," Druff told the lion roughly.

Jake appeared to mumble something against the tiger's bulge, but it was nothing Druff could really decipher. He gave the lion some leeway for the moment by releasing his paw from Jake's head. Jake didn't stop his worship even once was free, in a manner of speaking. He was getting into it. He still felt pleasantly tipsy, he was horny, and the warm fabric smelled good.

Such clandestine activities did not last for very long. The tiger had his paws free now and he tucked his own underwear down to let the lion get at it properly. His dick sprung up and hit Jake in the chin with a popping noise that sounded comical to them both.

"Uh..."

"You sound like you never saw a hard dick before."

Jake sorted.

"It's only my second time," the lion complaining mildly.

"I'll make sure you lose the count," Druff said.

He gave the kneeling lion a look that said enough of his current desires. Jake wrapped his fingers around the base of the amusing shaft and squeezed. He felt the whole length of cock in his hold throb powerfully. He swallowed.

"It's really big. And sexy..."

"I'd love to say that once you've seen one you've seen 'em all but that's not quite true," said the tiger hovering above the lion. "So I'll take the compliment."

Jake blinked while he tried to concentrate his eyes on the target in front of him. Having a grip on it helped with that.

"I think I'm more drunk than I thought..." Jake mused.

"Cock drunk more like," Druff said. "Go on..."

Jake licked his lips. He appeared somewhat intimidated by the fleshy shaft he held and what he was supposed to do with it. Yet his lust soon prevailed and he plastered his lips around the viciously barbed tip. The recipient of this attention let out a deep purr at the feeling, as did Jake, and it felt wonderful for Druff as well.

"Hmmhmm."

For a moment he was frozen, his muzzle a simple O with a dick in it. But the tiger made sure to give him any instructions he might have needed at this point.

"Don't forget the nuts, Jacob."

Jake glanced up at the tiger, with the kind of eyes one only gives when they're busy with such a particular activity. Druff's own eyes narrowed slightly, not in ire but in the proper response to receiving such a gaze. Jake understood it, even while tipsy and still not entire sure about the whole sex business. It was the kind of look that said that the tiger felt like he was the king of the world.

It was impossible to know for sure what Jake thought during the command, but he was an obedient boy and a good student. He palmed the tiger's balls and enjoyed their slightly sweaty warmth. The tiger's affirming rumbling told him that he did the right thing.

"At your own pace, Jacob."

His voice was quite soft and reassuring for the moment. The lion's round ears flicked appreciatively at the sound of it. It encouraged him to try to do more, to recall everything he had done before that involved a dick in his mouth. As he said before, there was not much to go by in the way of experience, but he made up for it with sheer enthusiasm. The tiger had given him an assignment and he was going to try his best with it.

With wet lips. he set onto it. The lion's tongue swirled around the pointed tip he held gently in his mouth. A gentle suction brought out a sensual drop of pre-cum from the slit on the top. Jake's tongue lapped it up without a pause and he continued the same motions that made the tiger rumble pleasantly. Druff toussled the lion's head furs to show his affirmation.

"That's right..."

Jake looked up to the tiger again once he spoke. He'd been keeping his eyes closed, concentrating on just the feelings involved. His first time had made him decide that cock was an acquired taste on his tongue, but he was quickly getting used to that as well. Jake was pretty sure he still liked them best up the ass, but giving a blowjob wasn't so bad.

Besides, it made him feel deliciously slutty and dirty in just the right way. That wasn't what you weren't meant to do with your mouth. Those body parts were naughty, and mouths didn't belong anywhere near them. And yet Jake couldn't deny how much fun it was to do that with his mouth, or have someone else's mouth do the unspeakable with him in turn.

Yeah, he could definitely come to like that .Plus it was such an indulgent activity, all about giving rather than receiving sexual attention. The tiger liked him for it. He liked the feeling of being liked, of being useful, even if it involved gobbling a veiny dick down his maw.

He tried taking more of it, and the tiger certainly didn't mind. Jake could hear the Druff's tail lash out behind him. It made his belt buckle jingle amusingly while his tail stirred the pants. Jake found that unexpected, a bit like the intensity of the feel of the barbs sliding along his tongue and his palate. And there really was more of it by now. He wasn't sure how much exactly, but a considerable length now made its home in his mouth.

Jake was very much concentrated on what he did when he felt paws on him again. The Druff was stroking his mane and purring ever so softly while Jake's muzzle bobbed back and forth on his slippery shaft. Jake's ears could already pick up the slick noises his motion did while he continued to give head to his Professor. It almost felt like the cock had grown more stiff during the proceedings. Maybe the tiger's previous jokes about erections and middle age were not simply spoken in jest. He must've been doing at least something right to ensure that the cock remained hard, imbedded in Jake's muzzle.

The very same paws stroked over his ears and tugged lightly on his mane, downwards now. It felt tingling, and kinda good, all the way in Jake's scalp. It made him moan around the cock in his mouth.

"Good."

The tiger's paws covered Jake's ears and made the Professor's voice somewhat muffled at this point. Jake's chin was starting to feel wet from all the saliva he was producing. Some of it had escaped from his muzzle during the increasingly slippery act. His tongue kept spreading a fresh coating of his spit over the length moving slowly through the gentle suction of his lips.

The previously subtle feel of caressing paws grew stronger, slowly but surely. Druff's fingers entwined with Jake's mane and sought his skin, with more pressure now. It felt like he was cupping his large paws around the back of his head.

"You've shown me your way," Druff said. "Now we will do this my way."

Jake was momentarily puzzled by the comment but he soon learned just what the tiger meant with his words. The grip of the paws on his head became tight, and the cock still resting languidly against his tongue moved, now propelled by the tiger's hips while he pulled himself out almost completely.

And then he went in, and Jake felt the barbs rub down and back, deeper than before. It made him cough, a natural reaction to something being outright shoved to the back of his maw.

The tiger spluttered and felt his throat constrict. The coughing fit send hot air puffing to the purring tiger's groin. He still held tight to Jake's head, however, not letting him pull off the tool that had now caused him some discomfort with the depth of penetration. His paws, somewhat unsure for the moment, had fallen off the tiger's junk.

"Hold my thighs," the tiger's voice came from above him. "If you let go of them, I'll know to stop. That is how you tell me to stop. Otherwise I won't."

It sounded like advice...and almost like an ultimatum, delivered in a steady, low voice.

Jake drew a deep breath through his nosepad and tried not to cough again, even if his throat itched from the barbs that had been there a moment before. At the moment Druff's cock was not moving and remained about halfway in him, still well over the slippery scoop that was Jake's tongue. It had grown extra wet from the spittle he coughed up from the poking on the back of his maw.

The lion's fingers clenched on the fuzz on Druff's thighs when he felt the hard cock make its way into him again. This thrust came even more firm than the previous one, and went just as deep. He felt the urge to cough rise again and was only partially successful in suppressing it. Hot warmth and pressure went up to his nasal cavity too and made him snort loudly. The tiger withdrew, but only to show himself again.

"Grgh!"

The quick thrust pressed his lips against his teeth. They were now forced to serve as padding around his mouth to stop the tiger's cock from rubbing directly onto Jake's sharp teeth. He thought mutedly that he was going to be feeling quite bruised around his maw by the time the tiger was done with him, how long that might just take. He didn't know. The tiger probably wasn't going to last terribly long, cats never did, apparently, Jake had read as much and knew from experience with his own paw. But whether the tiger even wanted to finish like this, he wasn't sure.

It sure felt like the tiger was fucking him again, but this time instead of sinking his dick into Jake's curious ass, he was using his mouth as another hole to hump and fill. It was very wet from all the spit he was hacking up, and every sudden, deep thrust brought up more.

"Ahhmmph!"

Jake held on tight to the Professor's pumping thighs. They felt like they were working hard, with Druff's hips moving back and forth rapidly, sliding his dick into Jake's maw. The strong paws made sure that his head remained immobile for most part, so that all Jake could do was to concentrate on catching his breaths and trying not to gag on the tiger's cock.

This way he was really feeling its girth and length unlike never before yet. The thick base of the tiger's shaft spread his lips open, and he had enough reach to poke on the very back of his muzzle, practically going down his throat. The college lion's gag reflex wasn't too keen on the constant poking that was happening around his sensitive throat, and made him cough repeatedly. It caused his throat and his stomach to clench strongly, somewhere between nauseating and painful whenever it happened.

But there were other things, too. His muzzle felt almost numb from all the barbs, yet the heat of the paws and the slap of balls to his chin were...alright. He felt quite much wanted, the way the tiger insisted on using his mouth as a hole to fuck. The Druff appeared to like it even if Jake couldn't do all that much actively to add to the pleasure, other than to keep breathing. He was sure that the tiger didn't want him to faint from having his throat blocked by his cock - that sounded too kinky even for him.

"Blagh!"

"Just keep breathing," the tiger instructed, and Jake was trying alright, even if his throat clenched and his nose was filled with musky pubic fur and his was being tugged by paws that held his muzzle down, nearly flush with Druff's groin.

This was no tentative lapping off the tiger's barbed crown, like he'd done before. The tiger was really fucking him now and once he had felt the angry, gargling clenching subside a little, he pulled out and then humped back to the now very wet and attractive hole. The gasping lion was surprised to note that his own cock remained hard despite the lack of direct stimulation, and the admitted discomfort that came from having his jaws spread open so wide for so long and the repeated stuffing in his throat. He didn't feel quite like choking but he was breathless, both from the dirtiness of the act and the erratic gulps of air that he received from his nose.

The tiger was truly everywhere now. He held the lion, kneeling worshipfully in front of him, and pumped himself in and out at a good pace. Jake still couldn't stop the gagging, being given no time to get used to what was expected of him, so he just decided to ride it out. It was still quite fun, he realized, even if tears were already burning his eyes from all the gagging that pleasuring a big a horny tiger with his muzzle involved.

The taste of tiger on Jake's slowly numbing tongue grew stronger. He didn't really pay much attention to the constant stream of pre-cum that Druff produced, it became mixed with the much more copious saliva too quick for Jake to properly appreciate it. But the musk was there and it reached his nose, even from his mouth, and he knew the tiger's feelings were growing more intense. So did the bucking of the tiger's hips, the ones his paws rode now, as a way of steadying himself and to give the signal to stop if he wanted to.

He almost did, but held his ground. He wanted to see what happened next. It didn't feel like any harm was being done to him, and he was having sex alright. Jake's drunken mind wondered just how much catching up he had to do in comparison to his peers, always bragging about their conquests. Sucking off a college professor probably counted as a few extra points.

"Hmrmrmrmh!"

By the time Jake realized that was indeed the end point the tiger had in mind, it was too late for him to do much about it, let alone have a proper reaction to what was about to happen. The tiger's thrusts came as hard as ever, balls on chin, nose buried in Druff's wet groin furs every time he bottomed out. The tiger's cock felt very stiff in Jake's muzzle and appeared to be poking on his palate at a somewhat different angle now. Druff's breathing had grown deeper and more ragged, which was also quite telling.

Little did he know yet, not until the tiger let out a stiffled noise, and put himself all the way into Jake's weary maw, so deep that he made the lion's throat spasm again. Another gasp came from the Druff and then his hot seed was pouring down Jake's gullet and into his surprised stomach. The hot splashes made him cough but his body also decided to swallow. The upstream from his coughing spasm sent the musky cum into his nose too, and filled his senses with the deep aroma. Jake squeezed his eyes shut tight, unsure what was happening and if he was supposed to do something else besides just taking it. At least his throat was having bit of an easier time now that Druff wasn't fucking his mouth anymore. Processing the fact that instead of that, he was now shooting his big load down his throat was another thing. It was almost dirtier than receiving a similar event in his ass.

Like the good boy Jake knew that he wanted to be, he simply kept swallowing until there probably wasn't any more of that to be done. Druff let out a satisfied sigh and pulled his slimy cock out of Jake's maw and at the same time released him otherwise as well, letting go of his paws. Jake could hear the soft thumb of Druff's paws landing to his sides before he dared to open his eyes. His field of vision was somewhat bleary from all the tears that had accumulated there, but he was quick to blink them away.

Jake remained on his knees, with a painfully hard erection and his own muzzle slightly open. His tongue tingled. The same odd sensation could be felt in his throat and his lips, too. His face felt exhausted, which was a strange thing to notice. His muzzle had obviously never had to perform such a task before, let alone for such a long period as now. Jake didn't even know just how long it had taken for the tiger to get off, buried in his throat to shoot his load right into the lion's belly.

He took a couple of deep breaths and blinked again, trying to clear his mind. A swallow made another burst of cum flavor cover his tongue. He still wasn't sure if he liked that or not. His cheeks were burning hot.

The lion looked at the tiger now. Druff stood there, a curious sight with his pants down around his knees and sporting a huge erection still. The tip dripped with what was mostly Jake's spit at the moment. The musk was as strong as ever. Jake looked at the tiger's eyes and found them to be warm and attentive, like they always were.

A big paw came down.

"Let me help you up."

"Uh...thanks," he mumbled.

Jake put his own paws into the tiger's offered one and was hoisted up to his feet. His knees complained a little after the prolonged stay in that position. He thought he was wobbling a little. Sucking cock was surprisingly hard work, Jake thought. His heart was still racing.

"I hope that wasn't too much for you," the tiger murmured.

Warm paws rubbed down Jake's sides and his back. The tiger's erection poked Jakes belly and almost touched his own in the process. The attentive paws felt good, that much Jake knew, and the being the center of Druff's focus now was definitely something Jake enjoyed. His mind might have been reeling from the experience a moments earlier, but now he felt something familiar, a comfortable presence.

"I don't know," Jake confessed in a slightly subdued voice.

The tiger rubbed his paws upwards and put them to Jake's shoulders now. For a moment he wondered if Druff was going to push him again down to the floor, but he just kept them there.

"No?" was what the Professor asked.

Jake swallowed and bit down on his lower lip.

"I don't know, " he said again. "Never did something like that before, you should know it. Not sure what to think about it."

Druff used his thumbs to stroke Jake's shoulders through his shirt.

"You didn't tell me to stop," he said.

"Would you have if I did?" Jake asked.

"Yes," Druff said firmly. "Always."

"Okay..."

Druff planted a kiss onto Jake's slightly swollen lips. It was a light one, nothing to do with tongue for the moment. He didn't linger there too long.

"A lot more that can still happen," the older cat said while holding Jake's gaze, "And we still haven't done much...not at all..."

Jake felt the tiger's cock throb against his belly and wondered just how long it took for the Druff to recharge his manly faculties. By the sounds of his words, his orgasm had not made him mellow out in the least, but his mind still constructed new ways to sensually torture the lion, and receive his own pleasure in the process as well. Jake couldn't deny that he felt quite horny stil, himself. His own erection matched Druff's, and when the shell shocked initial feeling from the face fuck subsided, he slowly realized just what he'd done.

"I swallowed your spooge," Jake commented.

The tiger chuckled roughly.

"I can smell it alright," he said. "And I know. I put it there."

Now he smirked and looked almost as predatory as before he had decided to shove his dick down the college lion's muzzle. Jake didn't find it particularly worrying.

"Yeah," he said.

Druff licked his lips.

"And judging by your...condition...it was not entirely unpleasant," he poked at Jake's boner with his own.

Jake shrugged.

"It was intense," he said. "I'll have to think about it."

"Pfft," Druff chuffed. "Sometimes you think too much."

Jake frowned.

"Didn't you say yourself that it's what your job is?" Jake asked. "To think?"

The tiger ruffled his mane.

"When it comes to sex, it's mostly best to decide to do it, then do it, and think about it only as much as is necessary...and is pleasant, of course," Druff mused. "Some recollections can be highly enjoyable."

"You mean, you plan to jack off thinking about what we just did?" Jake asked.

Druff flicked an ear at his leonine companion.

"It is a fair possibility, I must admit," the tiger said. "Such an amusing experience is certainly worth revisiting in one's mind."

"So you liked it?" Jake asked.

"Cocks do not lie," Druff noted. "It is very difficult to force them to do anything. And I certainly did not need to, nor wanted to."

Jake nodded after a thoughtful moment. The tiger chuckled again.

"Such a serious look," Druff said. He let his paws move along Jake's sides all the way down so that he could cup the lion's rear in his palms. He could feel the tail bounce when he made contact with the amusing buns. He gave Jake's ass a hearty squeeze. "You are very serious."

"I said, I have to think about it," Jake said.

"Just tell me," Druff mused while he caressed the lion's rear through his slightly rumpled pants, "Did you like it or not?"

"I got a boner so I guess I did," Jake said. "It didn' go away when I was doing it."

"That can certainly be a sign," Druff smiled. "As is wanting to do it again."

"I don't know about that yet," Jake said. "It's pretty intense."

"It can be," the tiger cradling the lion said with a smile. "And I do feel that you enjoyed it."

"From my dick?" Jake asked.

"From that too," the tiger ground their bodies together lightly. "And other things. The signs are there alright."

Jake chortled.

"Guess you know them better than I do," he said.

"Hardly," Druff said.

"It is possible," Jake said. "You've shown that to be pretty true so far."

"The only thing I'm showing you is to relax," Druff noted. "Everything else comes at its own pace."

Jake smirked.

"Can't help giving out sage advice even about this topic, Professor?" he asked.

The tiger pressed the lion's butt cheeks together and gave them another firm squeeze. He could feel the lion's erection throb at this renewed erotic stimulation coming from his rear now.

"I find it to be quite productive," Druff opined.

The lion's whiskers shook with his snort.

"Helps you bag some college guys, at least," Jake said.

"Good thing you are not playing hard to get,"the Druff said.

"Has anyone ever gotten anything by playing hard to get?" Jake asked. His curiosity sounded genuine to Druff.

The tiger winked.

"Well definitely not what you are going to get soon," he suggested.

His paws did some more fondling, which prompted Jake to react.

"You're really into this, aren't you?" He stated.

"You did request a service...I am obliged to provide.." mused the Druff. "It would be impolite not to."

Jake found it a somewhat curious thing to say, but decided to let it go. He was still horny, he knew as much, and the tiger touching his ass wasn't making it lessen in any way.

"Okay," he said. "I did come here to get fucked in the ass, not in the mouth."

The tiger let out a growl at the sound of that. His paws made the similarly more intense considerations known with their grabby motion over the lush curves of Jake's ass.

"You're a bossy bottom, aren't you, Jacob?" the tiger accused him softly.

"I guess I just know what I want?" Jake suggested.

"Druff flashed his teeth at the lion he held in his manly embrace.

"Then we're going to find out just how much you want it, Jacob," the tiger said.

Jake looked at the tiger questioningly. At the same time he felt the paws tighten on him again.

"You know I want it."

"We shall see," Druff said.

He kissed the lion again, like he did before, tongue and all, keen to dominate the lion's muzzle. Druff could taste himself on the inside of Jake's mouth, and swirled his tongue about shamelessly to scoop up more of the tangy flavor. It was a hot and wet sensation for Jake too, who moaned into it and grabbed on the tiger's arms. The Druff rumbled approvingly. He was glad to have the lion be so receptive. It made it so much better, to feel the lion quickly warm up to the act. His arms embraced the college lion, and his paws remained on their spot, cupping Jake's rear and giving it a casual massage while the tiger's primary attention was in the act of making out with his young friend. The purring fuzzy-maned lion felt good in his arms, and smelled very sensual now that his own natural musk carried an undertone of big tiger.

It was still a relatively gentle affair, although Druff's tongue moved with determination, their lips meeting in a variety of ways. While enjoyable it was still but an appetizer, for bigger things to come. It was during the kiss that Druff tugged Jake's shirt up from under the waist of his pants, and pushed his paws below the fabric. His fingers splayed against the skin and fur and rubbed in circles. It encouraged Jake to push his rear back towards the paws, and to hump his own groin to the tiger's. He might've been touting the needy state of his ass, but his hard dick wanted its share of fun too. The tiger's own erection offered an amusing springboard for it, too. The slippery state of Druff's erection meant that Jake's shirt was probably going to be beyond even a dry cleaning to rescue it from the smut that ensued from their frot.

Their hunger grew, approriately so.

"We should be naked from now on," was what Druff said to announce his intentions.

"Well you can't fuck me through these pants even if you tried, huh," Jake chuckled.

The tiger treated him to a tail tug for the cheeky remark. Jake let out a rumble at that. He hadn't expected that paw to move so quickly and to grab him quite so hard. It smarted a little, along and under his tail, afterwards.

"I have an inkling you wouldn't mind that at all," Druff opined.

The tiger removed himself from their tangle and began to undress. He was meticulous about it, despite the buttons that Jake had struggled with earlier. He'd had a lot more practice, and undressing yourself was always easier than doing it to someone else. He was halfway there to begin with, having lost his pants before the blowjob started. Now there was only the mater of his jacket, shirt and his paw wear, and to kick off the pants that hung down ever so spontaneously.

Jake's drunken eyes watched the show, although not with any particular concentration. He almost stumbled when he tried to pull down his pants for good.

"Fuck!"

"You should sit down on the bed if you have trouble," Druff said.

"I'm good..." Jake muttered.

Off went his shirt and so did the pants and underwear, revealing the lion's own healthy college boy erection. The Druff appeared pleased by the sight. His own stood out proudly. It glistened still from their earlier oral tryst.

"Okay," said the newly nude lion. "What next? Do you want me to lie down on the bed or..."

He looked at the tiger's king-sized bed, not sure what to do for the moment. The tiger flashed him a grin.

"Let me show you again."

"Okay...but don't take too long," the lion said. "I still need that fuck you promised me."

The tiger chuckled when he strode towards the lion.

"Does booze always make you this horny, Jacob?" he asked when they were face to face.

The fierce-maned one shrugged.

"Not sure," he said. "Haven't been drunk all that often yet to find out."

"Stay still."

He did as he was told to. The Druff walked behind Jake and now hugged him from this position. His erection slipped into the cleft of jake's rear and his muzzle went to sniff and taste on his neck again. Jake put his paws to the tiger's wrists when he felt them wrap about his waist. Their hold tightened at that, and became more intense, as did the contact of hard, bare flesh with his ass. His tail swished between their quadruple number of footpaws and its base rubbed on the tiger's erection. The Druff purred at the sensation.

"Hmmrmrm..."

Jake tilted his head to the side again. He wondered if the tiger expected to bite down on his neck again like he did before when they were positioned somewhat like this. The tiger's muzzle moved slowly through his mane, to sample his scent, and perhaps put more of his own there as well. His soft murmurings and the deep thrum of his chest were almost soothing for the lion in his arms. It did encourage Jake to push more onto him, to move his rear about to feel better what awaited him soon, he hoped.

"You want it bad, don't you?" the tiger stated.

"I already told you what I want," Jake said. "Do I gotta keep saying it?"

"That can be fun," Druff spoke into Jake's ear.

The lion huffed.

"You're not letting me go easily, are you?" he stated.

"Not yet," the tiger said.

The Druff proceeded to nibble down on Jake's neck, and that made him forget to reply with some wry remark for the moment. It was much nicer to just lay himself against the tiger's broad chest and let him do his business. The fact he wasn't yet showing his cock up his ass or playing with his dick were a bit of a downer, but the overall experience was still a positive one.

They remained thus when the tiger encouraged Jake to move towards the bed again. They walked in unison, hip to hip, before Jake felt the silky sheets against his knees where they fell over the edge of the immaculately made bed.

Druff kissed on his neck.

"Crawl towards the head," he said. "We'll want plenty room there."

He let go of the lion, who climbed onto the bed on his paws and knees. His tail was flicking again, expansively so, under the tiger's gaze. Jake didn't turn back to see if the tiger was looking. He didn't have to, to know that there was nothing else Druff wished to see now. Jake's own eyes were fixed on the headboard. It was a relatively simple design, wooden, and sturdy. He wondered if many men had held onto it for their dear lives while the tiger pummeled their asses on his very bed.

His asshole clenched at the thought. His cock throbbed and his balls felt itchy.

"Just lay down," the Druff instructed. "As lovely as that posture is...not yet."

Jake let himself to settle down. It felt wonderful, both the fabric on his nipples and his cock and his skin and fur in general, and also to finally get off his paws. It'd been a long day, and it would continue still until the tiger was done with him. Jake hoped it was going to be a while.

"Okay."

The tiger was quickly to follow his guest onto the bed. Jake didn't have to wait to have him again, for the tiger placed himself comfortably on top of the cat sprawled on his sheets. His weight was as delicious a feeling as the sheet was on the other side of the lion, and promised further pleasures.

"Hmmrmhm."

The Druff closed the lion in his embrace from all sides, as was his right now that the lion had submitted to him. Jake wasn't a small male, but Druff managed to wrap himself all around him. He held onto Jake's wrists and pushed them flat to the bed and used his elbows to trap Jake's arms in equal measures. The bulk of Druff's body was enough to keep him very much flush with the mattress. The tiger's erection was a welcome presence where it was, burrowing against his rear.

"You gonna fuck me like this?" Jake asked. He pushed his hips back to make that hard cock rub more intensely against the base of his tail.

"All in good time," the tiger growled into Jake's ear.

Teeth lashed onto the round ear and a big tongue invaded the splendidly sensitive inner side of that said flicky appendage. Jake let out an immediate moan at that. Druff squeezed his arms more tightly around Jake's torso. He appeared to be intent on not letting the lion escape from under his clutches. Jake played a happy prisoner for now. Grinding his cock onto the sheets felt as good as the rest of it, and made him purr like a proper kitty-cat.

The Druff mouthed along Jake's ears and the crown of his head. For Jake it felt like a possessive gesture. The tiger was rubbing his scent all over the lion. He luxuriated in the spicy warmth of Jake's skin and the rich red mane. He truly appeared to be in no hurry when it came to further activities. For now he enjoyed the lion's body in other, more gentle ways.

It was a mingling of furs and scents, with the continuous rocking of their bodies together. The frottage was incredibly teasing, too. The humping was suggestive of the ultimate expression of pleasure, but what the tiger was doing for now was not going to get either of them there. It was enough to make the lion squirm and to continue thrusting his ass back to meet the strokes of the slick tiger-cock raking through his furs. He tried to get it to slip at least between his ass cheeks, to get some more direct stimulation. It was hard to coordinate his movements to that degree of accuracy, not to mention that the tiger was heavy. Jake wasn't going to be able to lift the tiger off himself.

The purring lion found the experience pleasant, and almost surprisingly so. He wasn't sure if the tiger intended for him to have such an experience, to feel quite helpless while being pinned down under the bigger cat. The tiger's movements were slow and mostly gentle, but he was also firm. He knew what the was doing alright. Those knees pushed down on him with pressure, as did the paws that held onto Jake's arms and made sure he kept them sprawled out in front of him on the large bed. The posture forced him quite flat and made resistance difficult.

"Hhmmmhm...should I be struggling or something?" the lion rumbled.

Druff ceased his neck-chomping for the moment.

"Oh yes?" he questioned.

Jake tilted his head and the tiger moved his own accordingly so that they could share eye contact.

"Well you've got a hold of me," Jake said, "am I supposed to be struggling or do something to make this more fun?"

Druff chuckled.

"Is it not fun enough for you yet, Jacob?" he questioned with a smirk.

Jake appeared quizzical.

"I just don't know if I should be doing something else, besides lying here," Jake said.

"Is it not enjoyable to be like that while I touch you?" Druff asked.

"I didn't say so," Jake huffed. "I'm just not sure what I am meant to do before you get to fucking me."

Druff ground his groin, balls and all, against the lion's rear. It was suggestive of the very act Jake talked about. The lion's tail tickled at the tiger's hip at the place where it touched him in return.

"I think you were doing quite good," Druff opined. "Did you wonder if I was enjoying myself enough?"

"Your dick is hard," Jake noted. "I don't know past that."

"It tends to be a fairly good sign of masculine sexual enjoyment," Druff replied.

"I can feel it pretty good," Jake said.

"I'm going to make you feel it very good."

The tiger asserted himself properly again. A tug here, a nip on an ear, and the careful press of his erection against the lion's creamy-furred balls. Jake's own cock throbbed when he felt the tiger's shaft poke him, so close to his preferred target. Jake tilted his hips some more in the hopes that it would bring even more pleasurable contact. He wanted to prolong that experience for as long as he could keep the tiger there.

"But I really want you to fuck my ass," Jake said. His voice was quite low and breathy, both aroused and still with a hint of inebriation in it, "I've been thinking about it all the time after we did it..."

"Hmmmm?" the tiger's rumble was a questioning one. His muzzle was too busy grooming Jake's neck for him to speak up aloud.

Jake was enjoying the combination of butt-humping and nuzzling too much to really think about concepts such as shame and modesty, while pinned under an obviously horny tiger.

"Well, yeah?" the college lion said. "Is it weird?"

"Not at all," Druff said. "A productive topic, I am sure."

"Probably obsessed or something now," Jake said. "Just keep wanting to stuff my ass..."

The tiger purred at the sound of this lewd confession.

"And did you?"

The lion rumbled lustily.

"I've got this hairbrush...uh...."

Druff felt the young lion stirr under him. Perhaps from desire, maybe from embarrassment at the confession. He rewarded it with another firm press and grind of his musky member against Jake's rump.

"Sounds appropriate," the tiger said.

"Not as nice as a cock though," the lion practically sighed. "That I learned from getting fucked. I thought fingers or the brush were good...but nah...cock's better."

The happily chuffing tiger licked on Jake's ear.

"You certainly know good stuff when you see it," Druff said.

Jake pushed his hips to meet the wonderful presence of the cock he could feel there.

"Hmmm...would rather feel it..." the lon said.

"You really are very eager for it," Druff mused.

"I can beg if you want me to," Jake said.

The tiger let out a deep chuckle.

"Perhaps later," he replied. "That would be a different kind of an experience for both of us."

"But it would lead to getting fucked?"

Druff chuckled.

"Believe me, Jacob, at this point, there is nothing that is gonna stop you from getting fucked," the tiger promised.

"Oh...well, okay..."

Druff let go of Jake's left wrist and cupped his muzzle instead. The lion rumbled at the new sensation of pads on his chin.

"Just let me do what I want to do, and you'll get everything you want...and many times over..."

"Okay - "

The tiger pushed two of his fingers into the lion's conveniently open maw. He felt Jake tense underneath him at this surprise penetration.

"Suck," Druff said.

The lion glanced at him from the corner of his eye, in a moment of confusion, but did as he was told to do. He closed his lips around the fingers in his mouth just like he had done with the cock that had been shoved in there earlier on.

"Good boy," said the tiger when he felt the suction grow on his digits.

Druff kept his weight on the lion but moved slightly so that he could lie on on his own side and throw a leg over the prone lion's thighs. This way he freed his other paw, to move down along the curve of Jake's body and to its ultimate destination at the lion's hip. He grabbed a pawful of ass and squeezed, somewhat hard which he then felt in tensing and rumbling from the lion underneath him.

"Let's make sure you can handle it all, Jacob," the tiger whispered.

He tightened his grip on the lion's rear as he spoke, but the fingers he had hidden in Jake's maw made sure that any complaints were muffled. His hold on the round, golden-furred ass cheek was somewhat rough, but the lion did not appear to complain. The noise he made was a moan, quite much so, and his tail bounced appropriately. Druff could tell the signs whether someone enjoyed a touch or not.

"Just remember that I will only go as far as you ask me to...if you tell me to stop..I will..." the tiger announced in a hot breath into the pinned lion's ear. "But only if you tell me to..."

The tiger added his claws to the hold, just lightly, so that Jake could feel the hard points pressed to his skin. Not enough to draw blood, but another intense sensation to match the rest that flowed through the young cat, thanks to his experienced lover. He found himself bitten very soon afterwards with Druff's mouth closing on his shoulder again. A twist of his neck meant that the teeth on Jake's skin tugged on it. He groaned further into the gag that was Druff's paw.

The tiger's grapple disappeared quite suddenly, enough to make Jake's eyes open up to see why the tiger stopped - but almost immediately the heavy paw back, but this time it came down with force.

"HMMHPH!"

He almost bit down on Druff's fingers when the tiger slapped his paw on his ass. The noise of the smack was almost worse than the actual slap. It sent a surge of burning sensation through his hip and into the rest of his body.

It was intense.

"You want it so much...we'll see how much you can take..." the tiger drawled on.

He gave Jake's rump a soothing stroke or two before going in for another more thorough kind of a touch. The tiger grabbed the base of Jake's tail and gave it a tug. The sensation that ensued was equally strong as the one from the inaugural spank on the lion's rear.

"Hhmmmmh!" Jake whimpered.

Down came another spank. Jake's tail jumped thoroughly from the slap. His increasingly dominant tiger companion swatted another pair down, but this time he didn't forget to treat the opposite side too.

"WOH!"

"Just keep sucking," Druff growled. "You can use the practice."

Jake slurped noisily on the fingers in his maw. The tiger on top of him licked on the side of Jake's muzzle. It was wet and almost nasty in the way it matted down the furs there. Druff's deep breathing was already turning the lion's red mane damp. He buried his muzzle into the ruddy curls and continued to spread his scent everywhere he wanted it to go. He'd pushed the lion's face down to meet his intrusive fingers better, and to drive in the message that he was in charge now.

If this is what he wants, it's what he is going to get, the tiger thought.

"Your brush can't do this," he grumbled away.

The tiger's paw came down again, and still Jake was as unprepared as he was before the the experience of being spanked. The Druff was using a slightly curled, firm paw, his fingers not terribly loose so as to cause an extra smarting. No, he was only getting started by warming up

the fuzzy flesh the lion had offered for him to use so freely. Perhaps Jacob didn't know just what he was signing up for, but he had to learn one day, the tiger decided, in his sage wisdom.

He spanked the cat again.

"Hmpnhhh!"

The tiger alternated between pulling on Jake's tail and delivering new smacks on the already glowing hot skin under the thick fur. He might've been using just one of his paws but for Jake it felt like those fingers were everywhere, and burning to his skin. The tiger's swats were solid enough but nothing that the lion felt would leave bruises. He didn't expect the cat to be quite that rough with him, although being just a little aggressive the way the Druff was now was very new and thrilling to him.

The tiger was full of surprises as he was. Jake's maw was suddenly free, but then there were paws on his hips and he was strong-armed to his back while the Druff rolled off him to give him space. Jake found himself lying down again, panting softly and with a very much a stiff erection flopped on his belly.

"Looks like you didn't mind it," Druff said.

The tiger spat onto his paw and grabbed Jake's shaft before the lion could compose a response. Jake almost yowled when the hot fingers closed on him and squeezed. The tiger delivered a few quick strokes and watched every reaction carefully.

"Owh! uh! Ah!" went the college lion. Jake tried to keep his hips from bucking into the stroking paw but failed miserably. His ass writhing on the bed in this new position reminded him about the spanking he had just received a moment before. It made Jake's tail bounce on the bed.

"Hsss..." the tiger grinned. "Can't forget this part of you, boy."

"Uhhmmhmh!" the tiger huffed.

"It's still very hard," Druff commented on the state of Jake's erection, while applying an extra slow squeeze. "I'd expect it to go soft if you found the earlier unpleasant."

jake shrugged.

"Wasn't too bad, I guess," Jake said. "I didn't know you have to tenderize the meat before you use it, though..."

Druff laughed at the sound of that.

"That's finely put," he said. "Are you now going to tell me that you will have to think about whether you liked being spanked or not?"

Jake chuffed.

"I guess I just liked being held down like that," he said. "It felt good. like you said, my dick's still hard."

Druff brushed his thumb over the lion's damp tip.

"Extremely so, I might add," he stated.

The younger feline hissed under the leathery pad stimulating him so ruthlessly.

"Owwwh!"

"Too sensitive?" Druff asked. "You haven't even orgasmed yet...though that could be easily arranged."

"I thought I came here to be fucked, not jerked off," Jake retorted.

The tiger flicked a pointed ear at his leonine companion.

"You have a rather single-tracked mind about this," Druff said.

"Is that bad?" Jake asked. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."

Druff flopped his tail over the lion's legs and let out an appropriately loud rumble.

"Don't worry, my young friend," he said, "You will experience that particular pleasure by the time we're finished."

"Like, foreplay?" Jake asked. "Is this foreplay?"

Druff made a quizzical frown.

"You mean, is, for example, me stroking your lovely hard member like this..." he demonstrated, much to Jake's fidgeting pleasure, "...foreplay?"

"Uh...yeah?" the lion mumbled.

"I think it would count," Druff said innocently.

"Okay," said the lion. "I just didn't know that foreplay is supposed to take so long."

The tiger laughed.

"I do not think there is a set duration," Druff said. "It is down to personal preference. I often take my time, as it happens."

"Yeah, I noticed," Jake said. "I don't really take that much time."

The tiger laughed.

"Self-pleasure has its own rules and preferences, yes," Druff said. "When you are with a partner, however, one has to listen to the other party carefully and see what happens."

Jake nodded briefly.

"Okay," he said. "Do whatever you want then. Just don't...break anything, right?"

"I'm not that rough," Druff chuckled. "Not usually..."

"Thanks."

Druff leaned over and kissed the lion firmly. Jake managed a soft purr at the contact of lips on lips, and it turned into a moan when the tiger gave his erection an appropriate stroke once more. The tiger ground his own hard cock to the lion's hip as a not so little reminder on what he intended to do very soon. Jake showed his purring approval at this, and especially once the tiger cambered once again on top of the lion. The kiss didn't even break while the tiger did the move to cover Jake with his own bulk. A big hard tigerdick poking at Jake's own erection was just the kind of stimulation to get the lion going, too.

"Hmmm...maybe you want me to fuck you like this..." the tiger growled, lips inches apart for him to speak, "just throw your legs up and fill your ass..."

Jake tried his best to thrust his own hips upwards, as if trying to get Druff's cock where he wanted it to be on that moment, pinned under the big cat. The slightly awkward humping he did was rewarded by a nip from Druff, on the lion's lips.

"Y-yeah...yes...please..." the lion moaned into their kiss.

Druff's paws grabbed onto Jake's arms, near the wrists. For a moment he wondered if this meant the tiger was going to do just what he had suggested he could when they were positioned as they were. But the tiger began to travel down his body instead, lashing out kisses and licks from his wet, purring muzzle. Jake moaned openly when the tiger reached his cock and lapped over its straining length.

"Ohwwhaaaah..."

The tiger didn't linger there for very long. He applied a similarly quick licking to the lion's sweaty balls before he crouched even lower down on the bed.

"Oh - "

The same strong paws went for Jake's legs now and pushed them up, and at the same time lifting his rear from the bed too. Not a whole lot, but enough that Druff could get his muzzle under the lion's balls. The first puff of hot air was enough to make the lion's asshole pucker up mightily from even this indirect contact.

"Fhhhfuck - "

The tiger was merciful in that he did not tease the lion too long with just his breathing. Instead he let his tongue slip into its target without further ado and went to town. The lion's nerve endings were set alight in the incredibly raunchy, forbidden kind of stimulation that the tiger now committed on Jake's body. The tongue swirled around the lion's furrowed hole. It made the muscled ring clench powerfully, again and again, now that the Druff set to the task of eating out the lion.

"Ohhhfuck!"

Jake threw his head back and growled and gasped out, unashamed. He was unable to hold any of those noises back and acted accordingly like the lion in heat that he was. That was the impression that Druff got, right in the middle of the sensually dangerous task of rimming Jake's asshole. The lion had only once before experienced such a thing and he was not yet prepared to the full extent of the sensations that a raspy tongue drizzling with spit could bring to his secre body part. He might've touched it a countless times with his fingers in the past, pushed them inside and stimulated himseöf in many ways to reach for those deeply buried erotic titillations.

This was different. It was unimaginably dirty in the mind of the lion, and that of course made it only that much more delicious to experience. The wet slurps, the clenching of his hole, the feeling of big paws and fingers digging into muscles and fur while Druff held the lion's ass up and open at just the convenient position for him to continue administering this new kind of oral torture.

"Ohw...aah..."

Jake groped for the sheets and clenched pawfulls of them. His cock felt hard enough to burst, even without any further direct touching on him besides his own shaft throbbing against his belly. Every pulse of wet heat from under his tail expanded in his pelvis and gave him a strange jolt of pleasure. He couldn't explain it and knew he would have to think about it for some time to know what to make of it.

For now there were only the sensations, the musk and the gnawing lips and tongue slipping between them, going at the lion's vulnerable ass. It started to feel like the tiger was trying to fuck him like that, using his speared tongue as the weapon of choice to violate Jake's rear as he pleased.

The lion purred out in bliss. He had the feeling that the tiger had been teasing him deliberately by making him wait for this to happen. Now the Professor was finally playing with his ass, and he couldn't be happier. His earlier tipsy state was being replaced by another kind of intoxication, one of complete lust.

Jake threw his red maned head back and growled with satisfaction. The tongue slathering at his ass wasn't quite as nice as a big cock pounding away, but it was a start. At least the tiger was finally touching the body part he was here for, to get that particular hole stuffed as hard as the tiger could manage. He wasn't sure just how hard that would be, but he had a feeling that after this much foreplay, the tiger was going to be all for it.

However horny the tiger might be, he was still taking his time. It felt good, but Jake wasn't sure just how long Druff might be able to keep it up. Surely his mouth had to get tired at some point, doing such an unusual thing. Eating out a lion ass was surely as strenuous an activity for Druff as it was for Jake to be doing something like pushups.

"Owhh..." Jake bit down on his lip when he felt another wave of pleasure course through him, courtesies of the evilly purring mouth of the tiger hiding down on the bed.

His body strained and rolled, trying to comprehends the things that were happening to him. There was moment's respite when the tiger stopped, much to Jake's dismay, but only to change their positions again. Druff grabbed Jake's right leg and tossed him to his left side before he unceremoniously grabbed the lion's ass cheek and spread his rear open again..

"Uwwh - "

Jake moaned out when he felt a hot splash of spt splatter onto his hole. The tiger had hocked up a big wad and was now using it as a makeshift lubricant when he slurped along the lion's rudely exposed crack. This new attack came from a slightly odd sideways position. Jake found out that getting his ass rimmed like this felt quite different to the way it was a moment earlier. The raunchy tiger continued to lap along the crevice of his rump, going from his hole to his balls and then back. A paw came to the base of Jake's tail and kneaded it,tugging and pulling so as to put some indirect stimulation down onto Jake's anal muscles as well.

He wasn't sure if his cock could get any harder. Jake didn't dare to touch it to see just how sensitive he had grown now. He didn't think too much about it at the time either. Jake was concentrating on the pleasure that came from a wholly other part of him, orchestrated by his very own Professor.

Those big,rough paws were on him again before he knew it. Jake didn't mind being flipped onto his belly by them - that position felt even more vulnerable than the ones the tiger had decided for him before. He could only just about crawl away, if he wanted to, but by this point, very few things would have give him a reason to.

The tiger pushed Jake's legs slightly apart before he returned to the sloppy rimjob he had initiated earlier. Now he was doing it with what Jake could only call hunger. He was noisy and almost rough at it, pushing his tongue to the undulating hole as if trying to break through the muscled barrier. His saliva flowed freely in dregs of drool, down his teeth and into the lion's fuzzy and exposed ass crack. Those big paws were making sure that Jake's ass cheeks were pulled well apart so that he could get his muzzle between them. This sent Jake's tail flying above the tiger's head, flailing about while the tiger continued to slurp and nibble down on Jake's sensitive bud.

Smack!

The tiger returned to his old ways again. Jake's tail gave an extra bounce when Druff's paw came down and delivered another well-aimed spank onto his rear. The lion pushed his own muzzle down on the sheets to muffle the noises that he was bound to make now. Somehow that felt even sexier, trying to be more quiet despite the intense feelings associated.

"Hrmmgh!" growled the tiger.

The tiger alternated between hard kneading and slapping on his ass while he did not miss a single beat of licking at the lion's hot little pucker. Jake growled and grumbled in his own right, trying to stay still while the tiger delivered even more corporal punishment on his poor rump.

"Ah...woh...uhh!"

His ass was glowing all over when the tiger finally stopped his ministrations and everything was still...if only momentarily. The Druff was soon on the move again, though this not to grab another part of the panting lion's body. No, he just moved to the side and for the night table. The gesture was suggestive enough for the lion to notice, and to rumble out.

"Well fucking finally..."

The tiger flashed him his teeth before he returned to his earlier position, with a slightly deflated bottle of lube in paw.

"Hmm...very soon."

There was a loud pop when the cap was opened. Jake's ears flicked at the noise it made. His ass felt like it was itching all over. Especially his hole. It was oddly pleasant a feeling, now that he was feeling almost hornier than he had ever done before.

"You gonna fuck me?" Jake asked.

"What does it look like to you I'm doing?" the tiger chortled.

Jake nodded quickly before resting his head down against a conveniently folded arm. He was lying flat on his belly, which put his ass completely at the tiger's mercy should he decide to. His tail was obediently flopped to the side to give him as much access as was needed.

Druff's fingers took up the invitation, soon, spreading the slightly cool lube along Jake's crack. He applied some extra before he sought the lion's hole again, and pushed.

"I presume you remember how this is done," Druff mused.

"Don't think I don't," Jake grunted.

True enough, the tiger was pleased to find that he needed only a little negotiation to get his digits burrowed into the hotly gripping tunnel that was Jake's rear entrance. The lion showed his approval with purrs and rumbles at this, pushing his ass backwards to meet the penetration that was finally about to happen.

"Eager..." Druff declared.

"Just do it," Jake huffed without looking back at the tiger kneeling behind him. "I think I can handle it."

"You think?" Druff put his free paw onto Jake's smarting ass cheek and gave it a quick squeeze.

"Hmmm...I never take that much time preparing when I play with my ass..." Jake spoke to the headboard of the bed.

The tiger nodded to himself.

"As you wish."

He pulled his fingers out and spent a few extra moments spreading lubricant onto his own erect cock. He didn't waste much time once he was done, but instead climbed on top of the inviting lion again. His hard, wet cock slipped quite naturally to the crack of Jake's rear, about the time his chest pressed to the lion's back.

"This is what you want..." the tiger murmured now that he was almost ready.

"Hhmmm..." Jake sounded almost dreamy when he wriggled his ass. "Come on..."

The tiger huffed hotly into Jake's ear.

"Bossy bottom," he declared.

Druff grabbed onto the lion's arms when he conducted the initial advance into the lion's body. He slid upwards along Jake's ass crack and then, seeking the heat that his hole offered, aligned his own hips so that he knew that he would only have to push some more.

He slipped, the first time around. Druff growled and re-adjusted his knees for a better angle.

"Relax," was all he said now.

Jake didn't reply. That hard, barbed shaft stroking away between his buns and teasing his hole was already feeling pretty fantastic to him. He didn't want to start begging for it, but he was sure that he just might if the tiger still intended to take his sweet time getting his cock up Jake's ass.

He didn't need to worry too much. The tiger knew what he was doing, and only needed two more tries before his barbs caught ground and he knew that he was at the right place, finally, without having to look or use his paws to guide himself in.

The tiger let out a satisfied rumble. He could feel the lion's flesh gnawing at him, trying to decide what to do with the impending intrusion.

The tiger knew that some force had to be applied to overcome such resistance. He tapped into the strength that was in his thighs and his own rear, using his own lower body to apply the pressure that he knew was needed to tease through the deep levels of control no amount of mental discipline or old-fashioned lust could truly handle.

"Wohh!"

The pointed tip made its way into the lion's body with relative ease, yet one could not claim it was entirely painless. Jake's teeth-grinding and huffing were sure signs that it was a bit more overwhelming than he had realized. His body was tense, and very still, no longer pushing back like he did earlier.

"Relax..." the tiger murmured in a hopefully soothing tone.

But there was little Jake could do besides hanging on for his dear life. The tiger had made headway into his body and he was going to claim it for his own, as per Jake's many requests throughout their night. He was a strong, intense presence, wrapping himself around the lion and nuzzling onto that rich red mane even when he tried to decide when to do the final push.

The time came, eventually, and he sank in deep.

"Ahhh..."

Druff bit down on the lion's scruff, not enough to hurt, enough to distract from the inevitable pain of getting a thick shaft spearing his ass wide open. The tiger's fuzzy balls eventually made contact with the lion's spit-soaked pair and rested there.

He didn't stay long. Even if the lion's body welcomed the tiger's cock, just keeping it there was not going to do it. The amorous tiger had further things to do and he knew that the lion expected them as well. The tiger wasn't going to rest on his mount. His hips flexed, moving his cock agonizingly slowly inside the lion's steaming hot, tight heat. His hole still clenched down tightly on the shaft, as if trying to decide what to do with it now.

"Uhhh..."

The tiger inched himself back and forth through the lion's tight heat. Jake panted and growled appropriately when the barbs started to truly rake against his inner walls. He'd felt them while they went in but now they went out and back in, with the tiger's slow rhythm. The barbs might have been relatively subtle, but when subjected to such an unusual place, they were surely felt.

Sorely was another word that came to Jake's mind, but only later on. Right now he only knew that he was feeling damn good. Not only he was getting dick, it was also apparently scratching that long-built itch that had developed inside him. Having a big tiger lying on top of him and sending a big dick into his ass was so much better than using a lotion-covered hairbrush handle, or just his own fingers when the mood truly struck him quickly and there was no time to prepare even such simple tools.

The tiger pumped away, steadily, obviously in control. His body rocked on top of the lion's, first subtly, then with more energy when the bedsprings started to add their counterforce to the mix. It added to the sensations subjected to Jake's cock, no matter how he tried to concentrate on what was happening inside him, above him. The smacking of their bodies together stroked his dick against the silk sheets. It felt good...dangerously good, and made him rumble and bite the arm under his chin.

The tiger's teeth were very much evident too. He kept nipping at wherever his muzzle might be, moving along Jake's neck and shoulders while he thrust into Jake's tight ass. The tiger was thick, oh so thick, Jake learned all over again, while he felt many inches slip in and out of his golden-furred rear. Its sheer bulk was stroking at the sensitive glands and nerve endings inside him, making him feel more and more aroused. A kind of a glow kept growing, familiar from his masturbatory moments but different now, less...predictable. For he was not in control of what was happening to his body. He could tilt his hips a little to change the angle of attack, but that was it. The tiger's heavy, mature body pressed down on him and made him grunt occasionally when he bottomed out again. Those especially deep thrusts made his dick throb especially powerfully.

The sexual energy continued to grow as it flowed so freely between the two cats fucking on the Professor's big bed. The Druff drove himself into the lion, a willing recipient to his actions while he laid there and took it to the best of his ability. A sweaty musk formed and filled the air with the unmistakable scent of sex. The female undertones were naturally missing, and resulting in a fully masculine cloud forming. It added to the experience, both males gulping air in big breaths with their bodies being pushed to further reaches of pleasure and activity.

Both felines were being turned into a panting mess as their sexual congress proceeded. The tiger, on top of the lion who was getting fucked, hips pounding away and making the lion's insides sing with pleasure and the occasional twinge of discomfort when his limits were being pushed. Jake wasn't paying much attention anymore. He just held onto the bed and tried to keep his breathing steady. The deep thrusts appeared to have the effect of making his breath escape from his lungs. It was hard to concentrate on getting his ass stuffed if he was starting to feel light-headed, at least proverbially so. The tiger wasn't giving him any time to get used to the penetration. He kept varying his pace and the depth of his thrusts from deep-reaching jabs into quick, shallow pumping that made the lion's prostate sing.

The lion's moans and groans were joined in by the tiger's low grunts. His heavier body landed repeatedly on Jake's with a fleshy smacking noise that only highlighted the sloppy cacophony of the tiger's cock pummeling the college cat's depths. The sharper humps into his body brought out yowls that the tiger was quick to mute by pressing Jake's face down to the nearest pillow. Not enough to choke him, but to tell him that his silence was preferred. Even that was oddly arousing for the lion who was having the time of his life by now, finally getting a proper filling after fantasizing about it for days after getting his first taste of cock.

It appeared the tiger's goal was to turn the lion into a sexed out wreck, and in this he was more than successful. No coherent sound passed from Jake's lips while he got fucked in the ass by his Professor. He didn't make any real effort to respond to the thrusts anymore, but simply laid down and took it as hard as the tiger could give it to him.

And he did.

The Druff showed no mercy in his pounding of Jake's once-virginal butt. He might've even been mistaken to think that the lion had been round the block more times than he admitted to. His ass sucked the tiger's cock right in and didn't really want to part with it whenever the tiger pulled out of its slurping heat. Balls deep or just with his tip kissing the lion's hole, he remained tight and receptive to the thick penetration.

The experience was sensual, and supremely teasing. The Druff knew that he wasn't going to be able to last very long, sunk under the lion's thrashing tail. He was going to make the most of it, for as long as it would go on.

When it was time to spend himself, he let it happen. The tiger entered the lion as deep as it was physically possible and held his body still. He would let the lion's milking insides do the work and simply enjoyed the mad contractions that rolled through Jake's back passage. It felt like he was a cat in heat, and judging by the warmth that surrounded the tiger's hard cock.

Yes.

The tiger bit down on the lion's scruff and let himself spend himself inside Jake's hot rear. His once heavily hanging nuts drew close to his body and released their musky offering deep within Jake's ass. The lion was unable to feel separate bursts of the cum pouring into him, but he definitely knew that it was happening. The heat inside him grew and spread, and the tiger, heavy on top of him, kept his body flush with Jake's. His muzzle didn't leave Jake's neck where he had him on a mating hold, strong and steady, throughout the time he took to pump his seed into the lion's guts.

Perhaps it was instinctual, the way it happened, but the lion went quite limp when the tiger truly and properly claimed him in the end. He let the tiger take him any way he wanted, and just laid there, panting away. The air around them grew even heavier and muskier with the added aroma of the tiger's cum filling the college lion up. Some might've already escaped the confines of the Jake's rump and oozed down to the spot where their balls remained in harmonious, if sweaty contact.

Jake barely stirred when when the tiger released his scruff. Druff let out a satisfied sigh before he began to groom the spot he had bit on somewhat hard. He suspected there might be a bruise there come the morning.

"Hmph...got enough yet, Mister Borley?" the tiger asked.

"Dunno," the lion croaked. "I feel stuffed."

Druff laughed.

"That is because you are," he mused. "Quite thoroughly, I might add."

"I'd say you were boasting about it but....yeah," Jake admitted. "I guess so."

"Hah. Do you have to think about it too?"

"Maybe?"

The tiger chuffed.

"I guess I'll just have to keep going, then," he said. "Until I am deemed done."

Jake swallowed heavily. He wasn't sure if his ass was going to be able to take it again so soon, but he was willing to try. He was eager to learn, after all.

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