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Heheh, just a quick this time - well, it was meant to be one, but it became 5,000 words just like that - wow! I hope you like reading this, and I shall look forward to your feedback, votes and faves and comments, of course!

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"Uhmm...Cyril?"

The tiger's ears flicked upon his name being called, and soon enough, his eyes left the iPad he'd been engrossed in, looking up, the bench-seated cat spying on the fellow feline standing in front of him in the corridor.

"Wassup, Shaun?" the tiger spoke non-chalantly, big, striped paws holding the pad up still.

The slim lion felt a bit of a blush creep onto his cheeks at the pleasant timbre of the tiger's voice, but he hid his embarrassment carefully, paws tucked into his pockets, tail almost sweeping the floor. He became awfully self-conscious of his striped polo shirt, his big eyeglasses and his baggy pants while the immaculately dressed, tall tiger stared at him over the silvery rim of his prized tablet. It was a gaze intense enough to make the meek lion swallow and clear his throat before speaking.

"Hi," he said, finally "are you...uh...busy, dude?"

The tiger's ears perked curiously, but after a moment's rumination, he simply shrugged.

"Not really," Cyril said, his paw going a bit lopsided as he now held on it only with one paw, the other spared to scratch his thigh, "just killing some time before the last music history lecture of the day."

"Heh, me too!" Shaun chirped, and instantly thought that'd he sounded a bit too cheerful...the heat in his cheeks certainly wasn't lessening. "Got, what, an hour and a half?"

"About, yeah," Cyril replied after a glance onto his pad for the time, "was maybe thinking of coffee or something..."

"Ohh..." the lion's ears drooped as he heard the tiger speak, noticeable enough that Cyril let out a rumble.

"Did you have something in mind...Shaun, yeah?"

"Yeah!" the lion said quickly, his tail jumping and almost smacking a passing student while the lion reacted to the tiger's words. "Uhm...you wouldn't happen to...uhh...mind giving me a bit of help?"

The tiger tilted his head and gave the lion a curious look, his brow quirking as he did so.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, uhh..." Shaun wriggled his fingers in his pockets and tried to will his tail not to bounce madly around, "you're doing Mr. Peters' clarinet class, right, group B?"

"That's right," the tiger said, "we had practice today, at ten. You're in group C, aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah," Shaun nodded quickly, "yeah, I am....uh..."

"Need something about it, then?" the tiger said. "Notes or something?"

Shaun let out an extra deep breath before he answered.

"Well, dude, to be honest, I'm having a bit of trouble in Larghetto part, and I'm...kinda struggling on my own..." the lion confessed shyly.

"Oh!" the tiger rumbled. "Really?"

"Yeeeah," Shaun kicked an invisible pebble from the floor with his footpaw and let out a rumble of his own, "kinda finding the trills a bit hard to master..."

"They can be a bit tricky, sure," Cyril replied, "especially on the early part of the movement."

"So..." Shaun's eyes lit up hopefully, "could we maybe...go through it a few times, maybe? Just so that I heard and see you do it just right...hum...I'd ask Maya but she went to work so...uh..."

"Well, why not?" the tiger replied, then, putting his pad down over his thighs, "I've got nothing better to do, hah."

Shaun's blush wouldn't subside, especially hearing the tiger's extremely casual tone...damn...maybe asking Cyril wasn't such a good idea, after all...the tiger kinda seemed not very interested...and probably busy...and probably just doing it out of a whim, unlike Shaun, who'd considered asking for days now...well, weeks, if he was truly honest, but now...yeah...

"Uh...cool..."

Cyril took care in folding the screen cover onto his iPad and putting it into a pocket on his shoulder bag. He then stood up, taller than the lion, which was something Shaun instantly noticed, besides the nice scent that seemed to float around the striped cat with the bag.

"Let's go then, dude," the tiger said, "do you know if there are practice rooms free?"

"There should be," Shaun said as he hurried to follow the tiger, already striding along the wide hallway at the music building, "I guess..."

"Well there usually is," Cyril replied, "I sometimes sneak to 3B to practice my piano...heh..."

"You play the piano too?" Shaun asked curiously, trying to keep up with the tiger's longer step.

"Who doesn't?" the tiger replied.

"Uhmm..." Shaun mumbled.

They climbed the stairs and passed a couple of choir rooms before the corridor did a turn and became lined with doors at a higher frequency. Red lights indicated rooms that were in use, and it took them a few moments to find 2R, tucked around the final corner in the musty corridor.

"This looks..."

"Yeah..."

Cyril stepped in and turned on the lights. It was about the same size as the regular one his group used, 2F, with a similar setup of music stands, lamps, messy microphone and amplifier cables, a few forgotten sheets lying about and walls covered in acoustic tiles to keep the ambient noise to a minimum...as much as keeping the noise in, too. The door closed and locked itself with a loud click behind them, leaving the two furs alone in the small room, now separated from the rest of the world, just like that.

"This'll be alright," Cyril said, his bag slung over to his belly as he opened it and took out his clarinet case, "get yourself going, then!"

Shaun hurried to put down his backpack and knelt down to the floor, to pull out his music and his own black instrument case. He took care with opening the latches and the lid to expose his black, shiny instrument, taken apart for transport, but soon prepared, with practiced ease, as the lion put it back together. He'd only just attached the barrel to the joint when soft, dancing tunes began to flow from Cyril's clarinet - the tiger already had his done and he was blowing gently into the reed to check that the air was going in properly. He went through the scales a couple of times and then did a few impromptu runs of his own, and ended up grinning and licking his lips.

"Pretty good," he said as he put his clarinet down onto a tall bar stool-like seat nearby, "just need my music now..."

Shaun finished attaching his own mouthpiece and gave the clarinet a couple of experimental puffs of air while Cyril took out his own sheetmusic for "Divertimento" and put it onto the stand. Shaun was just about to clip down his own when he noticed that Cyril put a paw into his pocket and then pulled out a small green case, out of which he took out eyeglasses and put them on. Shaun stared openly - he'd never seen the tiger wearing any glasses, and now he was wearing a very slim, rimless pair over his nosepad. He was instantly caught looking by the tiger, who flicked a curious ear at him, obviously guessing what he was thinking.

"I'm just a little bit shortsighted, it doesn't usually matter but I get a headache from the combination of blowing and reading the notes if I don't wear glasses when I do so," Cyril mused, matter of fact, before he winked.

"Ohhh...cool...." the lion said.

"More like a pain," Cyril replied as he lifted his instrument from the seat, "I've been thinking of Lasik but they don't do it before you're a bit older, so that your eyeballs have stopped growing."

Shaun's brain only registered the words "balls" and "growing", which left his heart fluttering as he turned the pages on his sheet music to the right part for the Mozart piece they were about to tackle.

"Okay..."

"Don't stand there," the tiger then said, looking at him through his new specs.

"Hmm?" Shaun froze.

"Come stand next to me, not opposite to me, so that I can watch you play the trills," the tiger replied, "so that I can correct you if I see you doing something wrong."

"Ohhh...right..." Shaun's ears flattened a bit as he grabbed his sheets and moved them over to the stand next to the tiger," that was my usual regular spot..."

The tiger only replied with a C from his clarinet, which prompted Shaun to hurry to pick his own instrument and place the reed by his lips, preparing for the start.

"And Larghetto...and one, two, three!" Cyril counted out, tapping the rhythm with his tail before a final intake of air and he was at it, followed by the lion.

The music flowed, soft and playful, out of their muzzles, through the coordinated movements of their paws over the holes and keys, the art of their subtle physical control becoming a sound that tickled their ears, like it had stirred the heart of the genius who had imagined it so many years previous, now once again attained the immortality only a musical performance could provide. One man's imagination, brought alive by their carefully moving fingerpads and the flow of air, that became art.

Until a particularly shrill sound that made Shaun's heart sink and his ears flap...

"Yeah, there you got it wrong," Cyril said immediately, peering at the notes through his glasses, "on the second bar, did you notice it? Feel it?"

"I guess..." Shaun mumbled, trying to correct the position of his fingers on the holes, "I kinda let it go loose..."

"You sure did, you almost made my ears ring!" the tiger chuckled.

Ohhh maaan...

"Sorry..."

"Naah, let's take it from the top, okay?"

"Sure...yeah..."

"Aaand one, two, three..."

They began from the top of the page, the music flowing again...Shaun feeling relief for the fact that they got through the difficult bar and onto the next, to the bottom of the page, even, and onto the next...a quick turn and the music still played, their bodies and tails gently rocking along to the effort of producing such a sound...

"Damn!" Shaun gasped when he once again realized he'd slipped.

"Let's just take it from the top again, shall we?" Cyril replied curtly.

"Okay..." Shaun mumbled.

"One, two, three..."

They got through one third of page before he made their ears flick and flatten once again, and this time Shaun let out a frustrated huff.

"I did it again...damnit..."

Cyril rumbled a little, after which he put down his clarinet onto the bar stool and stepped over, much to Shaun's surprise. The lion almost jumped when he felt the tiger move behind him and park himself there, watching him over his shoulder.

"Play it again," the tiger rumbled into an itching ear, "let me see your fingers move, like you'd see them. It's not about seeing, anyway, but now that you're still practicing..."

Shaun's heart pounded, and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to keep breathing properly while the sexy tiger stood so close, practically touching him...their bodies occasionally bumped together, even, when Cyril was breathing, his chest expanding to touch Shaun's back...

"Play..." the tiger murmured, "lemme see...one...two...three..."

Shaun pressed the reed to his lips, gently, and let the air flow out of his shaky muzzle while he did his best to get the part just right...he even slowed the tempo just a little so that he could have a bit more time to get the really difficult runs right...and he was doing it...yes...he was getting it right...yes...

...the clarinet let out a sound like a cat in pain, and Shaun jumped when paws suddenly closed around his wrists, the tiger so damn close!

"Relax your wrists," the tiger rubbed each of them, still speaking extra close to Shaun's ear, "just a little bit more...and press a bit harder...you're a bit lax..."

Shaun felt one part of his body becoming decisively non-lax, but he tired his best to ignore that, wriggled his wrists a little, adjusted his tail, and took an extra deep breath before he prepared to continue.

"And one, two three..." Cyril counted down, paws on Shaun's elbows, like hot marks.

The lion was kind happy that he managed to get down to the end of the page...the tiger reached out to flip it, and he was going still...

"Go, go..." Cyril rumbled ever so softly, while Shaun kept on playing...his neck burning under the tiger's breaths, but his paws moving fluidly, as they were meant to, making his runs as smoothly as he could, all the way until another failed sound broke the harmony, just briefly.

"Oh, maan..." Shaun huffed.

"You did pretty good now," the tiger murmured behind him, "really good."

"Uhm...thanks..." Shaun spoke, all too aware of the tiger's paw still on his elbow, the other, he didn't know location of.

"Heh, it's cool, dude," the tiger winked, giving his arm a squeeze, "you're doing just fine when you remember to relax...relax, eh?"

"Uh...I know..." Shaun, his neck itching, his pants tight, mumbled, and mustered a smile, "yeah, I know, thanks..."

"Sure, man!" Cyril grinned as he moved back a little, and then Shaun really got the biggest surprise of his young life so far, when the college tiger's paw suddenly came down and slapped his butt!

Shaun squeaked, his throat making a decisively unmanly sound when he felt the pat on his rear, his tail jumping, his paws flexing so that he almost dropped his precious instrument, and he was sure that his eyes flew wide open and probably became even larger-looking thanks to his glasses.

Cyril stood nearby and caught a sight of him, and a broad smirk appeared on the tiger's lips, his tail coiling behind him in lazy loops, while he stood there, arms folded over his chest.

"Teheh," the tiger chuckled to himself, watching the mortified lion.

"Uhmm..." Shaun mumbled.

"It's cool, man," Cyril spoke as he suddenly stepped forward again, paws falling to his sides, his tail moving as confidently as the rest of him, approaching the lion by the music stand, "I don't bite...only slap..."

Shaun's butt cheek tingled with the memory of the brief touch, and his heart was surely racing itself to a new record, he thought, as the tiger musk in the sealed-off practice room seemed to intensify with Cyril's proximity. And was the tiger purring, too? He was pretty sure he was...that sound...that wasn't just...

"You know you're kinda cute, Shaun," the tiger said then, still closer, his breaths tickling Shaun's whiskers now, "I'd liked to have spent some more time with you if you weren't always hanging out with that otter what's his name..."

Shaun let out a shaky breath when his mind slowly realized what was happening...or what the tiger was doing...or saying...his eyes still wide...his paws still clutching his clarinet.

"Uhm...Jon...he's...he's...uhm..."

"Lemme guess..." Cyril purred, now very close as he was, his paw coming to rest on Shaun's hip, almost enough to make him jump again, "really cute but so damn...hmm...straight...?"

Shaun's muzzle felt parched dry when he nodded, unable to even squeak out a word of agreement.

"Well, I'd say too bad...but...you know...finder's keepers..." the tiger grinned, his paw moving lower to squeeze down on Shaun's butt.

Now the lion let out a sharp moan, and the tiger chuckled, smelling so damn nice when he leaned closer and pecked his lips against Shaun's cheek, complete with a little flick of his tongue to leave his mark there, and make Shaun's cheeks burn, almost literally. The lion shook so hard that he thought he was positively vibrating...and he did not resist when the tiger's non-butt-grabbing paw took his clarinet and placed it onto the music stand, freeing his paws.

"Hmmm..." the tiger purred close to his ear now.

"Oh, maan..."

"You're cute, Shaun...I like cute..."

"Uhh...I...I like you too..." Shaun mumbled as he felt the tiger's fingers play with the base of his tail, over his pants, but still...oh shit...

"That's cool," the tiger grinned, "makes this so much easier...heh..."

Shaun gasped again when the tiger took a gentle hold of his muzzle and tipped it up so that their lips met...his first ever kiss, at least one that wasn't drunk and with a girl, that was, happening in a passing moment as sublime as the music they had mare earlier, a rasp of breath and lips and a hint of tongue, and the...and scent...

"Aahhh...."

Cyril wound an arm around the lion and pulled him close, their bodies meeting, still lip-locked. Shaun managed to grab the tiger's sides and held him there, almost convulsively, wanting to make sure that the hot male wasn't going to move away, that this wasn't just a dream, or even worse, a bad joke that he'd soon be paying with endless ridicule and maybe with a clarinet up his ass, if this was going to end up onto The Huffington Post's Gay Voices...'Music Student Assaulted with his Instrument, Hate Crime Suspected'

Cyril was grinning madly once their muzzles parted, looking at the lion's wide eyes and his cutely open muzzle, with a soft rumble still coming out of it...hissing out like out of a clarinet, he thought, almost...

"You know..." the tiger rumbled as he let his paw slide over the lion's back, over his tailbase and then round his hip to unceremoniously grab Shaun's poor dick through his sagging, "I can think of a lot of good reasons why these rooms have sound proofing..."

Shaun mewled and thrust his hips into the tiger's bold, eager touch, panting a little now, feeling himself leaking into his underwear as he imagined the feel of the tiger's bare fingers touching him, rather than the somewhat muffled touch for now.

"Uhhh..."

Cyril chuckled and groped the lion's junk some more, while he slipped a paw to the front of his own pants, undid the belt and a couple of buttons while he distracted the lion, and then he planted a kiss onto his muzzle again, keeping that up for a little while feeling the lion up...before he went for the kill.

"You could play my clarinet a bit, if you like...Shaun..."

Shaun's nose picked up the strong musk before he had the mind to look...and when he did, the hot tiger has just finished up digging into his boxers to pull out a magnificent, red, thickly barbed length...with his elastic tucked below his balls so that the fuzzy white-furred orbs were sticking out, too, and that long, curved length pulsed, filling the air with a scent that made the lion shiver and purr...

"Wow..."

Cyril grinned and gave himself a quick stroke, which made him purr, before he brought his paw up and rubbed it over Shaun's muzzle, in a petting motion that left a hint of the scent there, and made the lion feel even more eager in his lust for the tiger's body.

"What do you think?" the tiger grinned as he grabbed his balls and pulled a bit, to make himself arch out a bit further from his body, showing off that long, curved, pointy-tipped shaft, "want to do a couple of runs?"

Did Shaun ever...he swallowed and nodded eagerly, and his breath came out in a deep purr...his paw reaching out...

"Clarinet..." he grumbled, "more like an oboe..."

Cyril snickered, his tail flicking more quickly behind him now as he grew even more aroused, watching the lion's rapt eyes with amusement while Shaun kept on staring at his junk so openly, taking in every delicious detail. The tiger was pretty well hung...made him feel inadequate for just a moment, but the knowledge that he'd get to play with it brushed that thought aside very quickly.

"Come on..." Cyril moaned.

Shaun's trembling fingers zoned in and then closed around the offered shaft, feeling its warmth, the sensation of skin and tickling barbs and a bit of slickness on the tip...how it throbbed...oh how it throbbed, alive and perfect and wonderful...

"Jack me off a bit...gotta prime it, you know..."

Shaun almost whimpered upon the order...the tiger's tone was gentle, but his deep, manly musk was doing things to him, and the lion was sure that he was going to end up submitting in a variety of ways to the tiger, eventually...hell, he'd do it right now if he was asked to, he knew, he was nervous as shit but he'd try...oh hell...what was going to happen...

"Ohhh that is nice..." Cyril purred when the fingers moved up and down his shaft in a few tentative strokes, the lion keeping his movements steady and careful...he didn't want to start this off by rubbing the tiger's barb the wrong way.

"Hheh..." Shaun mumbled, feeling the slick rod slide between his fingers and under his pads, making himself feel so very aroused, so damn hard and needy...his ears filled with Cyril's purrs and the naughty sound of his paw playing with the super hot musician's tool while the tiger gently thrust to meet the motions.

"Hmmm..." Cyril said, and put his paw over Shaun's wrist, "hold a sec..."

Shaun froze, worried that he'd done something wrong, but the tiger was grinning, and he was definitely super hard, still...throbbing in his grip...

"I know something even more fun we could do," the tiger spoke in a naughty schoolyard voice, the kind one would use for suggesting they'd sneak behind the football field to try out some cigarettes stolen from someone's father...or a big brother...

"Y...yeah?" the lion moaned.

Cyril gave his pulsing length a glimpse and winked again, and licked his lips.

"I really like blowjobs, dude," the tiger rumbled, "it feels so nice...though your ass isn't so bad either..."

He patted the lion's rump, quickly, almost making him mewl...the idea of losing his virginity n such a place might've been naughty, but it would've really been...really sudden...Shaun was about to say as much, when he felt the tiger's fingers tug on the base of his tail, which made him gave him a surprised look.

"...heh, I think..." Cyril grinned lewdly, "but right now I'd like a bit of muzzle action...how about it, dude...help a guy relax?"

Shaun looked at the imposing organ, and the smiling tiger, and shuffled to his knees before he could allow himself any second thoughts about just how sensible an impromptu blowjob in a practice room might be. He knew the door was locked and there were no windows, but still...in his mind it was also in public...there could be furs walking past...anyone could hear the sounds that definitely weren't coming from a wind instrument....

The musk was so damn strong, too...he thought for a while he felt faint, but he might've been just imagining things...maybe having the first sexual experience of your life with someone other than your paw really made you feel light-headed...or the big cock that was waiting for your muzzle to become its new address...or the grinning tiger with paws grabbing onto his balls, to pull that shaft down...there was a drop of fluid on its tip...

"Ohh, that looks sexy...." Cyril murmured, and Shaun knew very intently that he meant the sight of the lion kneeling there, preparing to...suck it...

"Thanks....uhm..."

"Put your paws wherever you like them...and then just...watch your teeth..."

Shaun grabbed the tiger's butt and put his fingers gently around the tiger's shaft, so strong and pulsing, it looked just great...smelled even better...and he'd get to know what it tasted like...yes...the drooping glob on the tip...his tongue sneaked out...this was it...touchdown...

"Ahhhyes...."

It didn't really taste like much, the fluid, at least...the flesh was slightly salty, but he didn't spend much thinking about it...something was making his tongue move, to lap around the pulsing tip.

"Ohhhhayeaahah...."

Encouraged, he kept it up until he suddenly felt fingers against the crown of his head, and a little nudge.

"Careful with that tongue, man!"

"Sss...sorry..."

"Try your lips and maw on it, dude, you were just getting me really close really quickly," the tiger chuckled, "my slit's really sensitive..."

Shaun's own cock drooled when he realized that he'd been actually too good rather than bad, hence the paw pushing him away...talk about encouragement...

"Okay..."

The barbs did tickle over his lips and his tongue, but the tip slid in quite smoothly...he only had to open his maw a little and in it went...his maw suddenly wet enough that there was not too much friction...simply a thick, heavy shaft between his lips.

"Ohhmaaan..."

He could feel the shaft in his grip pulse strongly, must've been a vein or something...or something else, since he could feel more slickness over his tongue...still not much of a taste, but it felt funny in his muzzle, and when he swallowed, the little suction that created seemingly pulling on the tiger shaft in his maw...

"Hmmm...yeah...feels so sexy..ahhh..."

Shaun still couldn't believe his luck, he really was going down on the hot fellow student, really making him moan like that, get his tail sweeping so that it almost knocked off one of the empty music stands that were everywhere...damn...he couldn't help it, he slipped his paw away from the tiger's firm rump and pushed it into his own loose pants...he could get in easily and wrap his fingers around his musky, warm, trapped shaft...give himself a squeeze...moan with Cyril inside him...

"Ohhmaandothatagain..."

So purring and moaning was good? The lion looked up, along the tiger's shaft, to his heavy-lidded eyes that told him that he was doing a good job...the tiger's body tensing and relaxing, as he gently slid his hips back and forth, playing with an inch or two slipping past the tiger's vibrating, gently suckling lips...

"Ahhhmaan..."

Shaun was almost surprised by the fact how much of the tiger's length was inside his maw...it was practically pushing down his throat, but he'd been so distracted by his self-pleasuring that he hadn't really noticed Cyril plunging such new depths. He was really glad for his art, at that moment...at leas the had great lung capacity and could breathe through his nose and when the shaft slipped back and gave him some room to breathe...

"Eh...yeah...gonnnnnnnhhhaah..."

The tiger was really thrusting into his maw now, the lion realized, suddenly, so engrossed that the sudden strokes of the thick member took him almost by surprised...he gagged, nearly, when he pushed really deep...his head instinctively pulling back...but Cyril grabbed the back of his head...his hips quivering...

"Yyyeeah..."

His jaws felt almost numb with the final thrusts, his paw flying, his grip on the tiger's shaft tightening...God...if this was just a blowjob, giving one, what would everything else be like if this was that intense...oh...

"AHAHAHRRR!"

The tiger practically roared, yanking his shaft back and then keeping it, with some kind of a major feat of will so that only three inches remained within the warmth of his muzzle...just enough so that the rapid pulses of fluid splashed against his palate and then slithered onto Shaun's tongue...warm and strange, going down his throat...almost making him cough...his sinuses exploding with the musk, his nose, too, huffing so hotly when he tried to keep steady...let the tiger ride out his pleasure...and then his own, too, was on him, and Shaun purred and moaned helplessly around the twitching shaft when his body exploded with pleasure of his own, in quick succession, into his instantly messy boxers.

They stood frozen for a brief moment before Cyril pulled out, a thin bridge of spit and seed connecting his tip and the lion's slightly swollen lips before it broke and dribbled down his muzzle. Shaun was blushing like mad by now, and the tiger's panting and the bobbing of his cock reminded him of the gravity of what they had just done...as did the stickiness that grew quickly upon his paw and against his belly furs. The musk was thick, and Shaun's pleasure-addled mind slowly came to realize that he was soon probably going to have to rush home to change before his final class...God...music history in the same big auditorium, with the tiger...sitting somewhere...what if he'd come to sit next to him...Shaun couldn't believe it, he'd orgasmed less than a minute before, and he was already thinking about how it'd be like to exchange some hanky-panky, under the cover of the tables...

"That was so awesome..." Cyril grinned to the still kneeling lion while he glanced down at his sticky shaft, "damn...did you cum too?"

Shaun nodded quickly.

"Uhh...yeah..."

"In the pants!" Cyril chuckled deeply. "Wow..."

"Yeah..." Shaun avoided his gaze.

"That's so hot," the tiger replied.

Shaun corrected the angle of his lopsided glasses as he finally got up to somewhat shaky paws, feeling exhausted and glowing and happy all at the same time...and a bit nervous, too, with the adrenaline of the act waning just a little.

"I've got some Kleenexes here...hang on..." Cyril had stepped over to his bag and rummaged through it, while the lion just stood there...feeling sticky...feeling dirty...with his muzzle tugging into a smile constantly...

"Here you go!"

Shaun took the offered slip of paper and managed to clean his paw a little bit, as well as do something to alleviate the situation in his boxers, but not much. Cyril simply gave himself a small rub and then tucked himself back in, mostly hard still, but relatively clean for now. He winked at the lion and smacked his lips.

"You were really good."

"Uhh...thanks, I guess..."

Cyril nudged the lion's side with his elbow before grabbing his shoulder and giving him a quick kiss. Shaun let out a surprised purr at the sensation.

"Still wanna take it from the top?" the tiger grinned. "I guess we've still got some time before we need to go to the lecture."

Shaun's ears flicked down.

"I uh...kinda have to change..." he snuffled.

The tiger gave him a quirked look before he finally broke into a big grin.

"Hah...yeah, I guess...that'd be really uncomfortable in class...though kinda hot..."

"Don't tempt me," the lion huffed.

"Gotcha," the tiger grinned, "though before we go, I need something else...."

"What is it?" Shaun asked shyly.

Cyril pushed his paw into the pocket of his pants and took out a nifty smartphone.

"Your phone number, of course," the tiger said, "how else am I gonna ring you and ask you out tomorrow evening?"

"Uhmm...."

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