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Jackpine Library towered over the college campus at a whopping four stories tall. Its recently remodeled exterior was sharp and efficient, made entirely of dull concrete blocks and glass windows. It was cold and brutalist in comparison to the quaint tudor style architecture of the neighboring buildings. Inside, it was just as intimidating albeit for different reasons. Maze-like corridors of book shelves laid out each floor, making navigation next to impossible. Hartley remembered his freshman days; the many times he’d gotten lost in the dead ends and false exits while trying to find his destination. Even now as a sophomore, he carried a folded floor map in his backpack, taken from the library’s lobby. Despite all this, it was the coziest spot on campus, no matter the floor. The air was always kept refreshingly cool in the summer and welcomely warm in the winter. Soft yellow lights and plenty of windows made for perfect lighting. And there were plenty of places to find some solitude if needed.

Hartley and Scott had claimed one of those secluded spots for themselves. A study room in the quietest corner of the fourth floor. From the window, they could see over the tops of pine trees all the way to the horizon, where snow-covered mountains glowed yellow in the afternoon light.

Scott, adorable as always, had thrown himself into his work, hunched over their shared biology textbook with a stack of index cards next to him. He bit the corner of his cheek, squinting down at the flash card he filled with tidy handwriting. He reminded Hartley of a surgeon when he studied, the way he methodically parsed out useful snippets of text and delicately placed them on his index cards. Yet so innocent and responsible, being a gold star student. Something about that innocence drove Hartley feral. In a way, it was like Scott was just begging to be corrupted.

“Darlin,” Hartley interrupted, cutting through his boyfriend’s train of thoughts. Scott flinched, swiveling his little corgi ears toward the husky.

“Yeah, hon?”

“You’ve been at that a while,” Hartley reached out and traced his fingers along Scott’s soft jawline. “Don’t you think you’ve earned a break?”

“I’ll take a break after I finish. I only have a few cards left,” said Scott, turning back to a pile of at least a couple dozen blank cards.

The husky leaned forward, his chair creaking under the shift in weight. He crowded Scott’s personal bubble with his bigger frame. “C’mon, not even ten minutes for a quickie? Five?”

Scott’s cheeks developed a warm rose blush under the light tan fur, the faint color spreading up to his ears. He hissed “Hartley, we’re in a library.”

“Yeah, so?” Hartley rested his chin on his hand, displaying his practiced puppy-dog eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t wanna study some canine biology. Maybe get some hands-on experience.”

The corgi gave a short indignant huff, trying to mask a growing smile. It was so easy to make him smile, yet so rewarding. The dog’s boyish face lifted up just a little higher on the left side, and his canine teeth poked out the sides of his mouth.

“Not even a little makeout sesh? Just a couple minutes?” Hartley asked playfully.

The flustered corgi thought on it for a moment. The solitary study room definitely wasn’t the worst place in the world. The were four stories high, so it wasn’t like outsiders would be able to see in the window. And the window in the door was somewhat tinted, only allowing someone to see in if they stood right in front. That is, if anyone cared enough to walk to the furthest corner of the library in the first place. And there hadn’t even been any passerbys the entire time they had been there.

“It’s gotta be quick,” said Scott.

“That’s really up to you,” Hartley’s tail wagged behind him, thumping against his plastic seat. He pushed it back and stood, taking Scott’s smaller hand in his. Scott stood reluctantly, keeping an eye on the window to be sure no one caught them.

The boys stood face to face. Their height difference meant Hartley had to stoop down a bit to meet Scott’s lips. He hugged Scott tight, pulling the corgi deeper into the kiss. They hadn’t gone longer than a day without kissing in the months since they’d met, but it felt just as new and exciting every time. Being a self-assured husky, Hartley rarely felt insecure. Despite that, he felt a sense of emptiness when Scott wasn’t around. He craved the corgi’s attention, his touch, his approval.

The corgi’s warm body, his familiar citrusy scent and slight coffee breath, his entire being made the husky want him more. Hartley brushed his hands over the smaller dog’s sides, eventually trailing a hand down to cup Scott’s groin. A soft moan of pleasure from the corgi vibrated their lips. It was easy to feel the growing shaft under Scott’s sweatpants. Hartley rubbed the curve of it over the fabric, feeling its tip grow longer and eventually poke out the waistband.

All the while, Scott scraped his claws over the husky’s back, roaming over every hill and valley, scratching tiny circles along his spine and scrunching voluminous husky hair in their fingers. They grew braver, venturing down to the furry cleft hidden in Hartley’s rump, where they lightly traced through hair to touch the husky’s taut entrance. Their kiss stretched into minutes as they toyed with each other, becoming more heated as the moments passed.

“Lemme see it,” Hartley said, tugging on Scott’s sweatpants.

“Babe, are you sure no one’s gonna catch us?” Scott panted as he glanced toward the door. No prying eyes watched their session.

Hartley responded by nipping along the nape of Scott’s neck just to feel his boyfriend throb in his palm, despite the corgi’s worries. He fidgeted his fingers deeper into the waistband of Scott’s sweatpants, then underwear to feel the fleshy shaft hidden inside. He had his boyfriend by the balls, almost literally. The corgi rarely said no to the husky’s touch. “No one will see us, hon.”

Scott relented. Hartley dropped to his knees. Scott nervously glanced once more out the door window, his attention divided between the threat of possible voyeurs and his boyfriend kneeled in front of him. Instead of stopping there, Hartley rolled onto his back and shuffled his clothes off so he lay half naked, clad only in a school sweater.

The husky brazenly lifted his legs back to present himself to his stunned boyfriend. The deceptively soft looking carpet was hard on his back, and the rough fabric itched his ass where it met the carpet.

“Please?” asked Hartley. He whimpered in need. “I have lube in my bag.”

Scott tilted his head. “You’ve got lube in your bag? Are you just always ready to get fucked?”

Hartley whimpered again, ignoring the question. He flattened his ears and pouted his lips, ramping up his sad puppy face to the highest degree.

As always, it was a face Scott couldn’t resist. He kicked his sweatpants and underwear off, and grabbed the bottle of lube. He kneeled between the husky’s spread legs, his erect pink shaft bobbing with every movement. It was beautiful, just like every other square inch of the corgi’s body. Six divine inches with a cute plum sized knot still covered by a furry sheath.

Hartley reached out to touch it, letting the length pulse in his palm. It was slightly damp from being trapped in the corgi’s sheath all day. He circled his thumb around the sensitive tip, making Scott shudder. Precum coated his thumb, which he brought to his mouth to taste and relish the flavor.

Scott spurted lube onto his fingertips and spread it around the husky’s inner cheeks. He circled Hartley’s tail hole and then gently slid his middle finger inside all the way to the knuckle. He turned it back and forth, gently thrusting it in and out. Deep moans escaped Hartley’s chest despite shushes from Scott.

As the corgi prepped his boyfriend, he stroked himself too. He seemed transfixed by the sight of Hartley’s pucker swallowing his well-lubed fingers. He panted in lust, letting his tongue loll out.

“Scott,”

Scott jolted in surprise as his attention was broken.

“I’m ready, go ahead and put it in. I can’t wait any longer,” said Hartley. Before he could finish speaking, a tapered cock head bumped against his taint, searching for an entrance. It found purchase and slipped past the husky’s muscled ring, made looser by the finger fucking. Hartley lifted his hips to allow Scott further entry. It was bliss, letting their bodies connect this way. Both boys groaned in lust, hoping there was no-one near enough to hear.

What came next was a gentle, but needy rutting, where each partner was devoted solely to each other’s pleasure. The corgi hunched over the husky, nestling the bigger male’s ass into his lap, and tenderly rocked into his boyfriend. He stayed upright, showing off his beautiful belly that peeked a little under his shirt. His hands wrapped around the husky’s hips, pulling him into every thrust. Waves of pleasure radiated through Hartley’s core, spurned on by the stiff cock tip grinding into the husky’s prostate.

The husky gasped and whimpered, a noisy lover even in the library. Hartley remembered the first time the pair had sex. Scott, a virgin at the time, had been so timid with every touch. He was soft-spoken too, afraid to express his pleasure. Now, all that hesitation was gone as Scott groped every inch of the husky’s body, and moaned quiet sounds of bliss. He treated the husky’s body as if he owned it, which he might as well.

The first time they had gone out to drink together, Scott admitted to Hartley in a drunken ramble that he didn’t think he was good enough for the husky. He was short, he had a bit of a belly, and not to mention the husky was at least a couple inches longer downstairs. Wouldn’t Hartley want someone who could truly fulfill him? To that, Hartley laughed. Then he brought Scott home and rode several loads out of the corgi. Then he kept Scott in a cuddle trap for the rest of the morning, missing his first class.

The husky wondered how Scott could ever doubt himself. The corgi was the perfect cuddling size, and his belly was the perfect headrest for Hartley’s head. And sure, his dick was barely above average, but he knew how to use it. He naturally seemed to know each of Hartley’s pleasure points. Scott had told Hartley several times that he felt the husky was out of his league, but the truth was, Hartley often felt that Scott was out of his.

As that perfect corgi dick wormed its way into Hartley’s passage, stopping short at the throbbing knot that promised to tie the pair together, Hartley’s own length bounced and bumped, dribbling spots of precum on their bellies. Neither paid it any mind, knowing Hartley’s pleasure came from the corgi’s cock.

By Scott’s long strokes and shortened breaths, it was clear he was getting close. He thrust harder. The husky clenched tight and laid his head back, readying himself for the climax. They were in the home stretch. Steady thrusts turned into sloppy, frantic lovemaking, with splatters of precum and lube splashing from the corgi’s balls to the carpet beneath. The knot rammed against the husky’s hole, trying to break it down. One of Hartley’s favorite parts of Scott was the size of his knot. Big enough to stretch him and firmly lock in, but small enough that Hartley didn’t have to spend hours prepping himself beforehand.

At last, the corgi finished with a solid, deliberate thrust that popped his knot past Hartley’s ring. Warmth flooded into the husky’s stomach as Scott came. He must’ve been pent up. They hadn’t fucked since yesterday, which was quite a long time for the two of them. The corgi’s jizz seeped into the husky’s guts where it belonged and where it would stay until it was absorbed into the husky’s body.

Scott grabbed Hartley’s rock hard dick. It took less than a dozen strokes for Hartley to fire off too. Spunk spurted from the canine tip, jetting out to splatter the husky’s sweater. His ass clamped tight around Scott, locking them even more securely together as the husky’s length continued to spurt itself dry.

Their orgasms subsided, leaving the bliss of their afterglows. It was suddenly hot and muggy in the study room, and both dogs were coated with sweat. They huffed and puffed, simply looking into each other’s eyes as they cooled down. They sat still, knowing better than to try to force the corgi’s knot out of the husky’s taut ring this soon. They were a sweaty, sticky, cum-covered mess. And they couldn’t be happier.

Then a soft knock cleared the silence.

The boys jumped, scrambling over themselves. They painfully broke the tie, forcing grunts from each. Hartley cursed at the sharp pain in his ass. Scott fumbled to pull his pants back on while Hartley simply pulled his cum soaked sweater down to cover his messier bottom half.

In the window of the door, a doberman looked down at the scene, his arms crossed and a faint look of amusement on his face.

“Julian!” exclaimed Hartley. He tried to stand, but his trembling legs betrayed him. Julian, his best friend. Julian, who he’d invited to the study session this morning, and then promptly forgotten about. “I-uh, we were just-”

“Studying,” Scott finished, struggling to hide his dick in his sweatpants.

“I see,” said Julian dryly. “Maybe you should study with a towel down next time,” said Julian, motioning to the puddle of cum and lube on the carpet. Hartley’s face flushed with warmth. Him and Julian had been through some crazy times, but Julian catching him in public with a cock hilted in his ass was still a bit much. “How about we skip the studying for tonight. I’m worn out anyway. Meet me in the dining hall in an hour?”

The boys nodded, eager to move past the awkward situation. Besides that, Hartley was starving and he could imagine that Scott felt roughly the same after all the energy they’d just expended.

“Great,” Julian said. He turned on his heel and headed back down the hallway.

Hartley and Scott looked at each other, and burst into a fit of giggles, the tension washing away. Scott helped Hartley to his feet and into a hug.

“At least it was just Julian,” Hartley said as Scott buried his face into the husky’s chest.

“Yeah, that could’ve been a lot worse,” Scott sighed.

“How ‘bout I make it up to ya tonight?”

The husky stole another quick kiss from his boyfriend. Thoughts of how he’d make up for getting caught already filled his mind. “C’mon pup, let’s head back and get cleaned up for dinner.”