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

Louis bites his lip, nodding slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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