The Gryphon

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Quickie in the Bathroom

In a world of anthros, gryphons didn't really stand out. Especially not at one of the largest universities in England, the building ancient and towering, even if Ten was a second-year there and should have been better used to the surroundings. There were other buildings too at the university, lots more, the campus large and sprawling, so much so that he wondered from time to time if he should take flight between his lectures, to get from place to place.

Ten still thought that that might have looked weird, however, the black gryphon a little on the shyer side, his beak a startling yellow, standing out in the darkness of his face. His feathers were flecked, ever so slightly, with brown and grey specks, breaking up his image a little, though he did have big tufts of feathers on top of his head, that pointed back from his head like ears. They were not actually ears, however, but just tufts, even if others often mistook them for ears, though that was just a common misconception.

Settled in his seat in a lecture hall auditorium, close to the end of the lecture, he tried to pay attention, his leonine tail swinging back and forth lightly, but he was just tired. All of his lectures seemed to be getting closer and closer together, though it was only for a single semester, things not quite lining up as he wanted them to. And when he had a full day off, or at least to do his coursework and further studies, the only other guy that he wanted to hang out with at that time was busy working!

As if on cue, as the equine lecturer droned on, his tone dropping into something softening and soothing, Ten's phone pinged faintly with a message. He all but grabbed for it.

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Keith: You gonna meet me after the lecture?

His face flushed with heat, glad, for once that the feathers covered his face. It helped hide his shyness, his embarrassment.

Ten: I've got another lecture twenty minutes after, I'm sorry. Are you free tonight, hon?

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His boyfriend, another gryphon, had not seen him in a while and Ten's heart already ached for the circle of his arms, just how those big, brown-gold wings folded around him. Ten squirmed in his seat, grabbing at his phone as a photo appeared in the next message.

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Fuck... What is he doing?

Of course, it could only be one thing, even though Ten could not resist checking out the picture, though he knew that he should not have opened it there, not in public. Keith was cruder than him, a gryphon who was a little cheekier, jaw-droppingly handsome with a huge wingspan that would have no trouble at all carrying him all the way across campus and back again. They'd started hanging out after they'd tried out some of the clubs and such in the first year - then found their own fun and flirt with each other, exploring the wider reaches of the university town. There wasn't much time for anything other than studying and growing as a creature, frankly, if anyone was taking their studies at all seriously.

He wanted to take things seriously, but he wanted time for himself too, torn between two opposing courses of action, need and desire. He'd thought, before, that they were the same thing, but, well, that was not so. Ten squirmed and tried to appear nonchalant, even as the large prick of his boyfriend's shaft filled his phone scream, heart pounding, the brightness up too high and drawing attention.

"Mn-hm..."

Someone cleared their throat further back behind him, though Ten was sure that he had blocked the screen with his body enough. It was a little dim in that auditorium, a staged, tiered seating lecture hall that was not always in use, but that wasn't his fault. There were others in there too using laptops and phones too to take notes, even if what he was looking at was nothing to do with his course at all.

Ten: You're just teasing me now.

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The response came swiftly.

Keith: Yeah... I know you don't mind though. Bet you're getting hard already.

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Ten could not deny that. He shifted his weight, aware of his bare shaft hardening up, the skin pushing up against the front of his underwear and jeans, though thankfully not quite enough to show a bulge. At least, that was what Ten hoped. His tail swept anxiously against the seat, curling back and forth, need rising.

Keith: Come on... I'll treat you real nice, sweetie. Meet me in the bathroom? Down by where the Medieval Studies lecture was held last semester?

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He clicked the edges of his beak together as if he was chattering, too quiet, too soft, trying not to be heard. It was wrong, yeah, but...just a quickie? Was that all so wrong for a gryphon? He wanted to be with Keith for so much more than just sex, of course, but even he had to admit that that very sex was pretty mind-blowing.

Ten: You are a tease... You really want me to? In the bathrooms?

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Oh, that was devious. But he should never have expected anything less from Keith.

Keith: Of course, babe. But you don't have anything, just let me come take a load off your shoulders, hm? It's all good.

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And that was just how Ten found himself scurrying from the lecture hall with his bag hefted so that it hung down in front of his crotch, hiding things that he would rather have remained private from view. Keith had kept on sending him photos through what had remained of the lecture and he couldn't get the image of the gryphon drake's bare, feathered chest, so broad if not overly muscled, out of his head.

Keith was hot and Ten was about to find out just what the rich, brown-feathered gryphon wanted to do to him...

He slipped into the bathroom, thankfully a single one that closed after him, a smirking beak clacking at him from the dimness within. His boyfriend tugged at the light cord, striking them both into stark, startling illumination.

"Keith!" Ten hissed, toppling into the other gryphon's arms, even as his partner laughed and caught him. "What do you think you're doing? I was in a lecture! You can't just send me pictures like that... Say things like that to me!"

"Really?" Keith teased, reaching out to close the door with his clawed hand, locking it securely from the inside. "But I thought you loved that... Getting all hot and bothered when you can't do anything about it, when there's nowhere at all for you to go..."

Ten moaned, whimpering against him.

"You know..." He grunted, as Keith nipped and nibbled at his neck, that skilled beak doing wonders for him. "You know...I can't... I've got to be at a lecture...mmph...soon..."

Keith smirked, showing it in his eyes rather than his mouth, for a beak did not twist and contort to form expressions like the lips of other anthros. But one gryphon had no trouble at all reading the expressions of another, at least not between the two of them. Ten moaned as he folded himself in against Keith, not caring for his own embarrassment as his hips rocked and ground, seemingly of their own accord.

"That's right," Keith breathed. "Just let me take care of you, you ain't got nothing to worry about..."

Ten had never been able to place his accent, for it did not match where he came from, down south, but he didn't really care. No matter what his mind drifted to, all Ten could come back to, again and again, was just how Keith dropped to his knees before him, licking the edges of his beak with such salacious delight that Ten forgot his shyness for a moment. It was easier when Keith was in charge, of course, and taking the lead, though Ten had never wanted him to always be the one to make the first move and tried his best to be himself, to keep up, to make sure that he was speaking up in lust and their relationship too.

"Oh... Are you really..."

Ten couldn't finish the sentence, beak hanging open as Keith unzipped his jeans and freed the buckle of his belt, though his biggest difficulty there was in getting Ten's erection out of his underwear and jeans without hurting him. There was not, after all, all that much space to work there without yanking his clothes down further, though Keith did not want to get out the other gryphon's balls, apparently, not at that time. A sliver of Ten's grey-furred hips and legs was revealed, though tucked away in the darkness of his jeans, left unseen, for the moment, for a treat to be enjoyed at another time when they had more time.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," Keith purred, chattering the edges of his beak even as his throat trembled. "Let me take care of you... And I'm sure the rest of your lectures today will be even more interesting for it!"

Ten leaned back, huffing hotly, his back pressed to the wall, his palms against it too, not knowing what to do with his hands. Maybe that would or would not be the case, but, as it was, he didn't have all that much of a say in the matter anymore, not as the gryphon before him, on his knees but by no means submissive, curled and flicked his tongue tantalisingly around the head of Ten's cock.

The gryphon groaned.

"Oh, fuck, yes..."

"There you go, pretty bird," Keith crooned. "Give in to it, the pleasure. Let everything pull over you. Nothing else matters, no stress, nothing. Just me and you, baby, just me and you."

He whimpered, leaning back heavily against the wall. The sound of his breath raked anxiously in his chest and windpipe, though Ten really wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere but where he was right then at that very moment. He needed to be there, aching for it, his hands coming down to rest, however shakily, on Keith's head. He stroked over the gryphon's head, around to the ear tufts, stroking and playing with them, running the fine feathers softly between his fingers.

Below him, tongue swirling keenly around the tapered tip of Ten's dick, Keith took his time with him, as if he had forgotten entirely that Ten had a lecture to be getting to. But that was okay, truly, for there was no rush to get to anything, not at all, not when Ten really did need to take some time for himself too. It was early in the semester and one thing that Keith did know and understand was that there was time then, when there would not be time for such play when both of them were closer to exams and had coursework deadlines incoming.

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