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Hale could tell from the hesitant knock on his doorframe what was coming. As a fourth-year student, the jackal thankfully had a room to himself on Smithen's sixth floor; away from the traffic of the lower floors full of freshmen and sophomores with their cramped, shared living spaces. By comparison, the seniors' floor of spacious single bedrooms was the next best thing to apartment living. It did mean, however, that Hale didn't get quite as much drop-by traffic as he did when he was still a bright-eyed first-year. Now, it was friends he was already expecting or--like now--soft, overly polite knocks at his open door and soft throat clearings that always meant the same thing. "Hey, uh, Hale?" The jackal flicked his eyes away from his computer to his door. Lingering just outside the threshold was a mouse dressed in jeans and a faded t-shirt advertising what Hale presumed was a musical group he hadn't heard of. The grey-furred student's tapered nose gave a small, anxious wiggle. It took a second, but the visitor's nervous demeanor clicked in the senior's mind. "It's... Jesse, right?" The mouse's green eyes brightened and he gave a jittery nod. "Yeah, hey, wasn't sure you'd recognize me."? Frankly, the name had jumped out of Hale's mouth before he'd had chance to think about it. But he gave a knowledgeable grin and used the couple of seconds it took for him to stand and walk to the door to dig through his brain. Thankfully, he found the information he was looking for by the time he reached a friendly-but-comfortable distance from the rodent. "Chemistry last year, I remember. We studied for the final together." Another too-bouncy nod; either Jesse had OD'd on coffee this morning, or he was more uncomfortable about the question he was going to ask than most of Hale's solicitors. "Y-yeah. I, uh, looked up your room on the web-directory." Hale gave an encouraging nod to speed things along, but rolled his eyes inwardly. It was always amazing to him how every student that came by like this thought that they were somehow the first. "A-anyway," the mouse continued after a pause that lingered a second or two into awkward territory, "I... I remembered you said you were a math major--"? "--and you needed some help with a class." Hale tried not to sigh audibly. Yep, same old story. The first couple of times, he'd been pleased for a chance to show off his aptitude for a subject that was troublesome for so many, for something that made him if not exactly popular, then at least in demand. But after four years, it had lost most of its sheen. Of course, he had his spiel now and he could always use the money, so he plastered on a friendly-but-businesslike smile. "Yeah, I do math tutoring and I have room for a client right now." Truth be told, Hale didn't have any tutoring clients at the moment, seeing as it was only three weeks into the semester, still a month from midterms. But wording it that way established two things: first, that this would be a paid arrangement, and second, that the jackal's time was valuable. It was a practiced speech, by this point. The half-second of confusion rapidly followed by disappointment in the mouse's eyes confirmed to Hale that (as usual), Jesse'd been hoping this would be a pro bono thing among acquaintances. To his credit, though, the other student almost immediately gave another jerky little nod. "That's great!" he said, even managing to not sound disappointed. "What's your usual rate?" Huh. Hale liked this guy better than ninety percent of his clients already; he'd had enough haggling and foot-dragging and "Aw man, I just had a couple questions" to last two college careers, at least. His time was valuable, at least to him. People who respected that were likely to get a lot more leeway from him. The jackal gave a nod and backed out of the doorway. "C'mon in, have a seat... on the bed, I guess; sorry, I never got around to getting another chair." The mouse scurried in the door past him--Hale noticed for the first time how he had at least a couple inches over Jesse. Guess they'd only really hung out before when they were sitting at a table. The jackal nudged his door shut as the other student took a ginger seat on the edge of the un-made bed. Hale plopped back into his computer chair, swiveling to face his new client. "Twenty an hour. More if you book less than twenty-four hours in advance, and if you cancel with less than a day's notice you still owe me for the session." Jesse gave a vigorous nod, his round ears bobbing. Running a hand through the grey-and-black fur that started at the back of his neck, Hale nodded his head toward the notebooks the rodent was carrying. "What class is it?" "Uh, Discrete Math," Jesse mumbled. "It's stupid, it shouldn't be that hard, but it's just not clicking for me." Hale nodded understandingly. "Hey, lots of people have trouble. Most math teachers in middle and high school are bad enough that it's hard to catch up by college." With a sigh, the mouse nodded again. "Yeah, I guess. It's just frustrating, you know?" He looked up at the jackal, and Hale was startled to see the quiet desperation in the other student's bright green eyes. "It's just this one class, but I need it for the math requirement of my degree, and my schedule for next year is already heavy and--"? "Woah, woah." Hale put his hands up to cut off the other student's increasingly panicked-sounding monologue. An easy, cocky grin stretching across his long muzzle, he leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "It's only three weeks in. I guarantee that you haven't disastrously ruined anything yet, okay? I remember how smart you are from Chemistry. You will be fine. I've gotten frat boys through this class, for god's sake." The jackal was gratified that Jesse gave a soft laugh and seemed to loosen up at that. "It's gonna be fine." Poor guy, Hale thought. He knew that desperation--it was what drove him to grab a random smart-looking guy from Chemistry class to spend nearly a week straight cramming for their final last year. Jesse gave another quiet nod, and pushed to stand up from the bed. "O-okay, well, thanks. I, uh, can I email you at your student account to set up an appointment, or...?" It was clear the mouse was a little disappointed in the outcome in the meeting. Usually, Hale would be unsympathetic--he'd dealt will far too many slackers looking for an easy out to an unearned grade, entitled kids here on their parents' money who thought that a degree should be handed to them simply for showing up to half their lectures. But Jesse seemed so sincerely concerned about his well-being, was so willing to abide by the guidelines, and had come in so early in the semester compared to most students, the jackal felt sorry for him. Plus, he had to admit, his brown eyes flicking over the rodent's body as he stood, there were probably other reasons he felt inclined to give the mouse a bit of benefit of the doubt. Jesse's stood about 5'10", Hale would've guessed, give or take. It was hard to tell given his loose-fitting clothes, but the jackal guessed that he had a bit of pudge to him, going by the slightly rounded shape of his pointed nose. He carried himself in a kind of shy, hesitant manner that was... kind of endearing, really. So, yeah, maybe there were some ulterior reasons for Hale to take pity. But either way, he found himself answering the unspoken question before he thought about it. "Actually, I don't have anywhere to be for a couple hours, if you'd like to start now."

_ Jesse's hand shook as he took out the small brass key he'd been given and his exhalations were short and shallow. Before inserting it into the door, he closed his eyes, forced himself to slow down his panicked breathing. His heart kept pounding regardless. _ Easy, Jesse_, he tried to tell himself. It was just... Okay, it wasn't just anything. It was a pretty monumental leap for the mouse. But it felt... right. And he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Especially since-- The sound of a door opening further down the hall caused him to snap out of his anxious reverie. Not that anyone would notice the mouse going in, probably, but, still, he jammed the key in the lock and slipped inside. His eyes roamed the empty room. He'd been in there so many times before, it felt comfortingly familiar. Funny how he hadn't realized, the first time he'd come in, what would be in store for him now. The rodent's eyes flicked to the small alarm clock that sat on the bedside table. Probably wouldn't be too long before he wasn't alone. He should get things ready. The paper and pens were on the desk, same place as always. Jesse grabbed a sheet of looseleaf and a ballpoint and wrote two short sentences, folding the paper carefully and labeling the outside with a name. Right. Time to prepare._

Hale awkwardly grabbed a couple tissues and handed them to Jesse. The rodent sniffed loudly and grabbed them with a quiet word of thanks, blowing his nose. "Look, Jesse, you know this stuff. It's going to be alright." The jackal gave his client a gentle pat on the shoulder as they sat side-by-side on the bed, notebooks in laps. Hale's page was largely filled with neatly-written equations (he was always careful with his handwriting when tutoring), while Jesse's was crowded with scribbled-out mistakes and--now--a couple of wet splotches. "No, it's not," the rodent whimpered. "I've only been able to get through all these assignments with your help." Frustrated, he gestured at the textbook on his other side. "I mean, I can answer the questions we've already done, but it's, like, I see a new one and I never know how to start." The tutor sighed and scratched at the back of his head. This was always frustrating to see. Some students could understand all the bits and pieces, how to use each equation, but they just couldn't seem to get at the big picture or apply it to new situations. They could learn by rote, but couldn't make the jump to a bigger understanding. Hale usually chalked it up to a mental block; somewhere inside, they had this story they told themselves about how they were bad at math, and they just... froze up. He'd had students that would get so flustered he could literally ask them what two and two made and they'd just stare back blankly. Whatever it was they needed to get past that, the canine had never been able to figure out or provide. So he just encouraged them the best he could and hoped. "You can do this, Jesse." For what it was worth, Hale actually believed it. Jesse was bright and curious, full of interesting questions about aspects of the math and its applications that most students were bored to hear. Logical things, like set theory, had come easily to the mouse. But once numbers started getting involved in the latter part of the semester, with combinatorics and linear algebra, Jesse had just choked. This wasn't the first time he'd broken down during a session, though usually it was a more stoic, working-through-the-tears sort of upsetness. Hale knew that if the mouse could just get through that fear, he had the smarts to ace his final. It was clear, however, that Jesse didn't share his tutor's confidence. After a final moment of tissue-aided cleanup, the mouse looked at the jackal, his eyes still shining with moisture. Goddamnit, that was too much for Hale. Unfortunately for him, repeated exposure and proximity to the rodent hadn't made the student any less desirable. Sessions where Jesse had opened up with his frustration and fear had made the jackal feel protective of the younger student. As much as possible, he'd poured his concern and, yes, pent-up sexual frustration toward Jesse back into his work, stretching an "hour" of session into an hour and a half, or two, without charging. He'd even worked during his free time, coming up with notes and summary sheets to help during their meetings. As far as he could tell, the relationship from the mouse's side was purely platonic. Maybe not totally professional, but just friendly. Didn't mean that Hale could put aside the fact that seeing the mouse's sea-green eyes so helpless-looking caused a remarkable twinge in his chest. He resisted the urge to hug his client. "Hale, I just can't do this," the mouse whispered, voice thick. "You remember my midterm. I'm barely getting a C as it is, and the final's 30% of my grade. If I bomb on this, I'm screwed." Hale knew the score; his last off-hours exercise had been to calculate exactly how well Jesse needed to do on the final to pass the class. Since Darmont U's policy was that anything less than a C didn't receive credit, the mouse needed to pull a 68 on the test. For any other client, the jackal would've given an expressive eyeroll (probably behind their back) about how easy that should be, but he cared about the mouse and knew that, unfortunately, Jesse was prone to caving under pressure. They had both been so confident going into the class's midterm. Jesse had gotten back three consecutive weeks of nigh-perfect homework grades and they had undertaken several extensive cram sessions. But within a half hour of the test ending, the mouse had shown in Hale's doorway, nauseous-looking and babbling about how he had left two questions blank and had to guess on three others and on and on. Intelligent or no, Jesse lacked confidence, and that had ruined him. They both knew it could happen again. Fuck. Hale was about to do something stupid, and he knew it. Running a hand through his headfur, he gave a soft, awkward cough. "I, uh... you said your teacher was Dr. Kennings?" Jesse furrowed his brow and nodded. "Do... you know your TA's name, by any chance?" The mouse chewed his lower lip for a moment. "We've got two. A musk deer named Chal and, uh... She's, uh... Crap. Rabbit, brown fur. Kathleen, I think? Why?" The jackal sighed. Oh, god, this was stupid. "And Discrete's a big class, right? It's 1000-level, so, what, a couple hundred students? Big enough they do the ID checking at exams?" "Two-fifty, I think, and, yeah, we had to show them our student ID when turning in our tests at the midterm." Fuck, that meant this could work. So much for an easy out for the jackal on his sudden, ridiculous plan. This rodent was damn lucky he was Hale's type. "Okay, listen." Hale did his best to fix Jesse with a firm sort of glare, but had the feeling it was coming off less intimidating than he hoped. "You are not to breathe a word of what I'm about to say, understand?" The mouse nodded slowly, eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Okay. There's... a possible out here. Your TAs and your teacher don't know me; I tested out of the intro classes and evidently none of them work with anything above a thousand-level. That means if I were to, say, have a fake ID with your name on it, they'd probably have no idea I wasn't you. You told me before you don't go to office hours, right?" The way the mouse's eyes sparkled with a surprised hope tugged at Hale's heart a bit. "No, no, Dr. Kennings has his hours during one of my other classes, which is why I came to you in the first place. But.. isn't this, y'know, risky?" The jackal snorted. "Of course it is. For both of us. Lucky for you, one of my friends knows a guy who makes fake IDs and could probably do a rush job of it, seeing as all the kids who want to hit the bars usually get 'em at the beginning of the semester." Jesse opened his mouth to speak, but Hale raised a finger to silence him. "I'm going to make this clear. I am going out on a really thin fucking limb for you on this. I'm risking both of us getting our asses kicked out of this school, and I am two weeks away from getting my degree. You understand the stakes, here?" Jesse's ears lowered and he gave a grim nod. After a second, he quietly asked, "How much?" Shit. Hale hadn't even thought of it. But the mouse was right, he couldn't just go offering this for free, even as a one-time thing for an incredibly fuckable client. The ID alone would cost a couple hundred, probably, especially to get it within the next, what, five days? He sighed. While he didn't think he'd get caught, he needed something beyond the satisfaction of pleasing his--fine, he would use the word--crush. "A thousand," he said, finally. The mouse flinched and averted his eyes. "I'm... not sure I could get that," he said, quietly. Hale felt his heart break a bit at the sadness in the mouse's voice. But he seriously needed to stick to his guns. He couldn't just take this huge risk for nothing. Unless. The jackal flattened his ears. He wasn't sure whether he was thrilled or disgusted with himself for what he was about to say. Maybe both. "I... could think of another way you could pay me back."

_ First things first; the mouse opened the door long enough to wedge the note under the plaque with the room number. He wiggled it back and forth a bit, just to make sure it wouldn't fall out. Seemed steady enough. He closed the door again before someone who recognized him as someone who shouldn't be there walked by. Right, so. ...what now? The laptop on the desk was asleep. Jesse wasn't interested in prying, exactly. Okay, maybe a bit. But mostly he thought that music might be nice. He nudged the trackpad, and a lock screen demanding a password appeared. Well, so much for that. He glanced around. There was a small speaker with an mp3 player plugged into the top. Must've been left there to charge. With only a small feeling of guilt over the privacy invasion, he picked up the small, flat music player and swiped its controls. After a minute of fiddling--his parents were thankfully paying for his tuition, but he didn't have much luxury money and so hadn't actually used one of these before--he found a menu of playlists. One was marked "Instrumental." That seemed safe enough. Another click, and he put the mp3 player back into the speaker. Soft stringed music started playing. Maybe Celtic? Jesse was a bit surprised at the owner's taste, but liked it. Okay, so, that was taken care of. What next? The mouse glanced out the windows, down into the courtyard of the building, where a few people milled around, seemingly aimlessly. He wondered how much time he had. Shit, right, windows. Jesse fiddled with the strings next to the two large windows in the room until plain, dark shades dropped, cutting off the view. People on the ground probably couldn't see in, but since the building formed a U-shape, those on the same floor on the opposite 'arm' of the dorm might catch a view. Better safe than sorry. The mouse knew he was putting off the inevitable. Heart pounding so hard he swore he could feel it against his chest, he pulled off the simple t-shirt he'd been wearing. It wasn't cold in the room, especially with his fur, but he gave a soft shiver anyway, at the thought that soon someone would be in here, seeing him. After a moment's thought, he draped the shirt over the computer chair. He shakily reached down to unbuckle his belt, then hesitated. Maybe... in case things didn't go as planned, he'd keep them on for now. Feeling himself grow warm at the implications of that "for now," Jesse quickly cast about for something to distract him. The room was pretty spartan, all told. Decently-sized bed along one wall, bigger than the cramped twins he and his roommate used. Bedside table, desk in the corner, another small table with a TV and game console. Other than the room's closet, that was about it. Well, he'd already started snooping, right? He had to admit he was curious what else was lurking unseen in the room. He had at least a few more minutes, he was sure. And for all the time he'd spent here, he didn't feel like he actually knew the guy. It had been kind of a one-way relationship, honestly. So he found himself wandering casually over to the closet, which had always been closed every time he'd been in. Sure, it was probably just clothes and closed for aesthetics, but... he had time to kill. The right sliding door opened to his trembling touch--he really wished he could get his shakiness under control, but given the circumstances, he just couldn't help the anxiety. That side of the closet was... well, exactly as expected. Shirts on the top rack, pants on the bottom. A tie or two, presumably for job interviews or something. Boring. Maybe he could've poked around the clothes, but he'd seen most of them before, anyway. Without much hope of making a discovery, but wanting to do something rather than just sitting on the bed and trying to talk himself out of a panic attack, the mouse slid the closet doors to the opposite side. What was inside caused him to let out a choked laugh of a noise, tail and ears drooping in embarrassment. No wonder the doors to the closet had been shut! Jesse reached in to let his fingers caress the collar and leash hanging prominently among the various cuffs and other gear--some of which, he admitted, he didn't even recognize--on wooden pegs that took up the entirety of this side of the closet. His fingers had just brushed the smoothness of the neck-ornament when thumping footsteps came down to this end of the hall, slowing as they reached the door. Shit, it was time. Without thinking, the mouse pulled the circular leather piece off the wall, closed the closet door, and dashed to the bed._

Hale glanced at the clock. Heh, fifty minutes left and... two questions to go, looked like? No problem. If he hadn't been reviewing the material by way of tutoring all semester, he might have hit a small stumbling block or two on the vocabulary-oriented questions. As the situation stood, however, he actually had to be careful to purposefully mess up in a couple spots in order to not raise eyebrows with a grade that was too inconsistent with Jesse's previous performance. He'd studied a couple of the mouse's old assignments for an idea of his handwriting and his quirks--like the fact that he did that weird thing with a crossbar through his '7's. Hale's forgery wasn't perfect, but he doubted they'd be dragging in some sort of CSI handwriting expert over anything. The jackal figured it was close enough for a brief inspection by a harried TA, and that's all that mattered. At forty minutes 'til, Hale was finished with the exam. He spent the next fifteen minutes pretending to go back over his answers. He even erased a few of them and re-wrote the exact same steps and solution just to make the paper look more jumbled and like a confused student's test. The jackal smirked. Maybe he missed his calling, here, with regards to the whole cheating people through school thing. It was hard as hell to keep stalling, though, when he knew what was waiting for him when he finished. Five minutes of daydreaming about that while pretending to stare at an answer rounded out Hale's "trying to look like a harried student" routine. At twenty minutes until the exam was over, he considered it close enough that even a worried student might stop. Besides, he'd been keeping count, and over three dozen students had already left by now. Of course, it'd probably be safer to wait until the last minute, when a rush of over a hundred students would be swarming the two TAs at once, but fuck it. It was close enough and he had a hot, nervous, virginal mouse waiting in his room. That was worth upping the risk a tiny amount for. The brown-furred musk deer at the front of the room--the one whose name Jesse couldn't remember--gave Hale a bored look as he walked up with his test. "ID," she said in a low, flat voice; the jackal had already had it in hand. He was actually disappointed at how little time she spent looking at it. The thing had cost over 250 dollars and was used for barely two seconds. Ah, well. Better than her racking her brain trying to figure out why she'd never seen in him class before. Fighting the urge to give a sarcastic little salute to the remaining students, the jackal hurried out of the room while trying to look casual. Once he was out of the building, well, no need to pretend. At somewhere between a walk and a jog, he sped across the quarter of campus between Collington, which held the lecture hall for the exam, and his room at Smithen. His stomach felt slightly twisted with anticipation. Excitement, too, of course, but mostly just flat-out nerves. His hookups were usually as experienced as he, and he hadn't been with a virgin since... well, shit, since his first time. Plus, simply put, he'd been lusting after the mouse for nearly a semester now. The fact that he was actually going to get to follow through on some of the numerous fantasies he'd been having... Suffice it to say that Hale took the dorm stairs two at a time rather than waiting for the dorm's notoriously slow elevator. When he reached the sixth floor, the jackal stopped for a minute to catch his breath; even though he tried to hit the gym regularly, he still wasn't much of a sprinting sort. 'Sides, he figured it wouldn't be terribly attractive to come in gasping from running up five flights of stairs. Better to look calm and collected. After a few seconds, he felt recovered enough to walk down the hall. His room was on the far end, and the couple hundred feet to it seemed vastly longer than the good half-mile he'd walked from the exam building. Still, after an eternity, he was outside his room. His large pointed ears perked, but not because he'd heard something. Exactly the opposite. It was remarkably quiet inside his room; he couldn't hear any shuffling or, he didn't know, nervous breathing or something. Granted, the dorm's doors were fairly thick, but he still felt a bit surprised. Another painful twinge of anxiety churned in his stomach as he dug out his key and unlocked the door. Before he'd even scanned the room, Hale knew it was empty. While he was able to catch a whiff of the mouse's light scent when he sniffed, it had the wispy, slightly stale quality of something at least an hour old. Fuck. With a bit of restraint, the jackal managed to not slam his door as he walked inside. On his bed was a small envelope--looked like the same type he kept on his desk--with his name on the outside in the mouse's careful handwriting. He wasn't even sure he wanted to know what it said. Maybe some sharp words about treating Jesse like a prostitute. Probably just a check. Might as well get it over with and move on. He tore the envelope open in a single, frustrated gesture. Well, he was right about the check, at least. One grand, with "Tutoring services" written in the memo line. The jackal sighed softly. Well, at least he got paid well for what ended up being remarkably little trouble. Still, he gladly would've traded it for the reward he'd been expecting. The piece of paper stuffed in with the check wasn't a shaming missive or, for that matter, a bunch of excuses, either. Just two simple sentences. _I can't. I'm sorry. _

_ By the time the doorknob turned, Jesse had managed to clasp the collar around his neck in a desperate bid to appear more desirable and hopefully ward off any initial negative reactions. He wrapped the end of the leather leash in his hand, unsure what else to do with it, and sat, crosslegged. Should he be kneeling or something? he wondered. While he may have done some, er, research online about this stuff--"this" referring to both sex with guys and things involving leashes--he didn't feel like he could pull off the 'sexily submissive' pose very well. He didn't really have time to switch, anyway, since the door swung open and Hale walked in. While his eyes widened a bit--probably at the collar as much as anything else--the jackal looked remarkably unperturbed as he gently closed the door behind him. The note on the door kind of ruined the element of surprise, the mouse knew, but he was hoping being greeted with an apology might make his tutor a little less pissed about being stood up two days ago. There was a long silence. Hale leaned against the closed door, crossing his arms in front of his plain blue t-shirt and quirking an eyebrow. "Uh... hi," Jesse said weakly, annoyed by how squeaky his voice came out. Hale was quiet a moment longer. Jesse wasn't sure if the jackal was confused or punishing him with these silences. Finally, the canine uncrossed his arms and vaguely waved the mouse's note in the air with one hand. "'I'm sorry. I was wrong?'" he asked. The furrow to his brow looked legitimately curious.? Jesse nodded slowly, shyly averting his eyes to the side of his tutor. "I, uh. Yeah. I changed my mind about... our deal."? He heard a sigh and the crumple of paper. "I'm sorry, Jess," the jackal's low voice said, "I cashed your check already and spent a bunch of it. No refunds." The mouse got the feeling that Hale was trying to sound cold, but he could hear the edge of something else underneath. Jesse looked again at the other student, who was tossing the balled-up note into the nearby trashcan with an easy underhand. When the jackal's eyes caught his own, the mouse could, to his surprise, see a hint of sadness in them. He felt his ears go back slightly as he realized just how shitty a move he'd pulled the other day by bailing rather than at least staying to chicken out to Hale's face. The rodent took a shaky breath. "This isn't about the money, Hale," he said, quietly. Despite himself, he dropped his gaze out of embarrassment. "I, uh. I couldn't stop thinking about it. After. Well, before, too, but especially after. I realized I'd..." Jesse trailed off with a frustrated noise out of his nose at being unable to express the deep, roiling regret he'd been feeling for the past forty-eight hours, at the images that flashed in the dark when his eyes were closed, at the nagging sensation that a very large, important door had closed the second he'd anxiously fled the jackal's room that Tuesday afternoon. "You'd what?" Hale's voice was closer than Jesse expected; the mouse gave a startled look up to realize that the jackal had come to stand beside the foot of the bed, only a couple feet away, just within arm's reach. Jesse forced himself to match Hale's gaze rather than looking away again. With a swallow, he quietly finished, "--I'd missed the chance of a lifetime." The jackal's muzzle twisted into a weird half-smile, and Jesse was sure that this was the point at which his tutor would give him a polite but firm "You had your shot" speech and show him the door. He was already shifting himself to get up from the bed at the moment at which Hale, with surprising speed, slid onto the mattress next to him and pressed his long canine muzzle against Jesse's shorter one, his lips against the mouse's. For a second, Jesse froze, and then he felt his body slacken and his mouth part slightly and he just... kissed. All his life, Jesse had been plagued with a mind that ran too fast, thoughts that were too loud and numerous, worries that couldn't be ignored. College had only worsened his anxieties, and the pressure of this class had driven him to the breaking point several times (an embarrassing number of which his tutor had been present for). It felt like even when he was alone, his world was deafeningly loud, full of the constant, pessimistic chatter of his brain. But in that single moment where Hale's lips pressed to his, where he could feel the soft, tender feeling of the jackal's mouth, where the hot breath from his friend's nose ruffled the fur of his own pointed muzzle, everything went silent. The future faded away and his brain stopped trying to predict and process and natter at him about the worst possible outcome. It was just heat and breath and moisture and the feeling of a sudden ache blossoming in his chest that hurt and soothed all at once. It was perfect. And then it was over, and he was blinking his eyes open to see the jackal's umber brown gaze just inches away, staring down at him. It felt like an eon passed before Jesse remembered to breathe--a long, slow exhalation. "So," Hale said, his voice low and warm in a way that made the mouse shiver slightly, "was that what you'd been hoping for?" Jesse tried to answer, he really did, but after his struggles to force a word through his emotion-and-shock-clenched throat resulted in only a tiny nonsensical croak, he gave up and just nodded instead. The jackal chuckled, sliding off the bed and back to a standing position, then going to the speaker Jesse had been fiddling with earlier. The mouse was pleased to note that, despite his tutor's calm demeanor, the canine's tail was wagging steadily behind him as he reached over to toy with the attached music player. After a second of Hale tapping the player's pad, the stringed instrumental music abruptly shifted to a pulsing electronic melody more apropos for a nightclub. The jackal gave a fanged smile that made Jesse quiver a bit. "This is a little more suited to what we have in mind, I think," he said, easily crossing the small dorm room and dropping back onto the edge of the bed next to the mouse. "Besides," he added in a low growl, and then Jesse felt himself suddenly jerked forward by the neck as Hale used the grip on the leash--the younger student hadn't even noticed him grabbing it as he'd sat down--to pull his prey in close, "this will do a better job of covering up the noises you'll be making." The mouse's whimper was stifled by the older student's mouth on his own again. Less taken by surprise now, Jesse made the--to him--bold move of reaching his arms out, placing his hands lightly on the jackal's stomach and back. In response, Hale's hands cupped the rodent's cheeks; he could feel the strip of leather leash press against the side of his face from where it was trapped in the other male's hand. With a nervous, excited roil in his belly, Jesse parted his lips. He'd kissed before, of course--even as a shy, nerdy mouse, he wasn't that innocent--but it had always been with girls, and never with someone as assertive as Hale. True to that descriptor, the jackal almost immediately took advantage of the opening, and Jesse felt the pliable warmth of a long canine tongue pressing into his mouth. He moaned and felt his fingers tighten of their own volition, gripping Hale's t-shirt. His mouth felt so full all of a sudden as the other male's muzzle buried into his. Timidly, he let his own tongue entwine with Hale's and was rewarded with a muffled grunt of desire from the jackal. It felt like an eternity later when they broke from kissing for longer than a gasped breath or two. Though it was hard to tell--all this sort of music sounded alike to Jesse--the speaker had shifted through at least a few thuddy techno songs. Hale's eyes had a gratifying sparkle to them; it was nice to see that as much as Jesse was light-headed and adrenaline-pumped from the newness and passion of it all, the jackal certainly seemed to be enjoying himself as well. With a flush he could feel rising in his large ears, the mouse resisted the urge to check for any lower-seated evidence of excitement on the other student. Hale saved him from pursuing that line of thought any further by hooking a finger under the leather collar around the mouse's neck and giving it a very light, playful tug. "So," he said with another one of those fang-filled grins, "seems like you got to exploring while you waited." Okay, now Jesse could definitely feel the inside of his ears turning red. Shyly, he shifted his eyes to the side, but Hale moved his head to re-match their gazes. "I, uh," the mouse stammered, trying to keep himself from looking away again, "yeah, I guess I did." There was a pause, long enough that Jesse started to feel awfully put on the spot as he watched a speculative look cross the jackal's face; he also couldn't help but notice that Hale's gaze seemed to flick downward for a moment during his appraisal. Finally, the canine spoke again. "Is this sort of thing," he asked slowly (maybe a bit hesitantly?), tugging at the collar for emphasis, "something you like, or was it just 'cause you wanted to make an impression?" With a dry swallow, Jesse ducked his head slightly. "Oh, uh. I don't... really know. I mean, I've been kinda curious, but I've never..." "Stop looking away from me," Hale said, his voice surprisingly gentle. A bit startled, Jesse looked back up. The jackal had a playful smirk, but his eyes were sincere, his eyebrows arched in a pleasant, warm expression. "You don't have to be shy, okay? I like you, and I'm glad you're here." Hale's ears flicked back in an unmistakable show of bashfulness, though they reset to their perked position quickly. "I just want to make sure we're not doing anything that's not okay with you." It took a couple seconds for Jesse's brain to scramble back up to speed; honestly, he'd gotten kind of stuck on the 'I like you' part and had to mentally replay the rest of what was said a couple times before he could understand it. When he finally processed the rest, he answered hastily, worried his confusion looked like hesitation. "N-no. I mean, I'm here because... because I want to, you know?" Ugh, he hated how ridiculously uncertain he sounded during all this. He wasn't usually this bad, but he found the jackal's assertiveness and intelligence kind of intimidating. The mouse took a resolute swallow and tried to calm his voice, which was surprisingly difficult given that Hale still had a finger hooked in his collar and that his still-covered regions were sending increasingly desperate signals to stop talking and get back to kissing. "I want this," he continued, pleased that his voice was coming out less squeaky. Making sure his gaze stayed locked with the jackal's, he forced out the harder part to say. "I want you." The smile that graced Hale's face then wasn't intimidating or dominant, but instead shone with unguarded, sincere pleasure that gave Jesse a warm feeling. The warmth quickly moved lower, though, when the jackal's eyes glinted with a playful sensuality as he leaned in. "So... see anything else in that closet that caught your fancy?" "Oh, oh, um." The mouse cursed himself for stuttering and tried to breathe through his excitement and accompanying anxiety. "I... don't know. I didn't get much of a chance to look, honestly, you came in just after I opened the door." Hale grinned and stood, giving a light jerk on the leash. Jesse scrambled off the bed, feeling flushed as he realized how apparent his excitement must be in his slacks. He couldn't help but give a quick downward glance at the jackal's lower half to see if maybe he wasn't the only one, but the other student's denim shorts seemed to be doing a better job of keeping it under wraps if so. The canine led him back to the closet--admittedly, 'led' was a bit generous given that it was a dorm room and so the closet was only a few feet from the bed--and then gave the mouse a speculative look. Jesse felt suddenly incredibly self-conscious about his half-undressed state. The mouse he had never really felt like he was particularly attractive, especially because regardless of how he changed his diet or exercise he had a bit more chubbiness around the edges than he'd prefer. So standing here with his shirt off while Hale gave him a once-over made Jesse feel particularly vulnerable. The jackal, however, seemed happy with what he saw. "Well, I think you at least need the matching set," Hale said, shaking Jesse from his self-effacing thoughts. "Nothing too fancy, though." Another one of those toothy grins; the mouse tried not to shiver. Hale continued as he slid the closet door open and reached inside, "Got plenty to show you without getting lots of equipment involved." True to his word, the jackal didn't pull out any of the more complicated and/or intimidating items that the mouse had glimpsed during his brief snoop. Instead, it was a simple pair of leather cuffs, maybe about two inches wide, held together by a pair of metal clips. Like the collar that Jesse had hurriedly donned, the cuffs had some pretty, minimalistic purple stitching along the outside edges. When the younger student turned his gaze back to his tutor, he saw the jackal's eyes and smile had softened a bit. Hale leaned in and reached his free hand up to give the mouse a gentle brush on the cheek. "This okay?" the jackal said, voice low and sweet. Jesse couldn't help but turn to nuzzle into the older male's touch, a light shiver running through him. Before he could talk himself out of it, he put both of his hands out in front of him, closed-fisted and palms down like he'd seen people get handcuffed on TV. "Yes," he responded. He was surprised at how steady his voice sounded given the shakiness of his knees. Another brilliant smile graced Hale's face, and the predatory glint in his brown eyes came back with a vengeance. He took his hand away from the mouse's cheek and reached down, firmly turning each of Jesse's hands one at a time, until they were a couple inches apart, wrists pointed inward toward each other. Then, with the same deft speed that he used when first kissed the younger male, the jackal cinched the restraints around the mouse's grey-furred wrists. The leather felt surprisingly soft and flexible; Jesse had expected something more firm and draconian, but these actually felt fairly comfortable. They closed like belt-buckles, and Hale hadn't chosen the tightest notch, which left a bit of wriggle room, though the mouse certainly couldn't pull his hands out. The clips holding the cuffs together had some sort of metal connector in the middle that rotated, which meant that when Jesse experimentally twisted his hands back and forth, they were able to go in opposite directions without a problem. He heard Hale give a low chuckle and looked up, self-conscious about how inexperienced he must look with this gear. But the jackal just gave a flirty grin and asked, "Feel suitably restrained?" Jesse nodded meekly, uncomfortably aware of the conspicuous way in which his pants were restraining other parts of him. This thought distracted him enough that when Hale said "Good" in a surprisingly deep growl and shoved the mouse, the student gave an embarrassing, surprised squeak and stumbled backwards into the bed, falling as the backs of his knees hit the foot of the mattress. The older male was on top of him within a second, and then Jesse's world was all tongues and heat once more as Hale's muzzle pressed into his. _

If Hale was going to be honest, Jesse wasn't the most experienced kisser the jackal had ever encountered. But even if the mouse didn't quite stack up skill-wise against some of Hale's past partners, there was something about his barely constrained eagerness and the soft, shy moans he let slip that got the older student really fucking hot. Maybe having a novice to show the ropes--as it were--wasn't so bad after all. Every little thing that Hale seemed to do made the chubby mouse wriggle or gasp like it was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. It was an ego trip, to say the least. Gentle, fumbling fingers stroking his stomach caused the tutor to break the kiss. He chuckled as he glanced down to see Jesse's hands struggling to caress what parts of his brown abdominal fur they could reach in their bound state. Playfully, Hale _tsk_ed at the mouse. Truthfully, he'd usually been on the receiving end of the equipment he'd bought, and it was a nice change of pace to be the teaser rather than the teasee for once. Plus, Jesse's concerned "Did I do something wrong, am I in trouble" face that he made at the noise of disapproval was downright adorable. With what he hoped was a reassuring half-smile, Hale shook his head and reached down, grabbing the metal links connecting the leather bracelets. "Defeats the purpose of these if you're still getting your paws on me, doesn't it?" It didn't take much effort to tug the younger student's arms above his head--he put up no resistance, just gave Hale that wide-eyed stare of someone overwhelmed with their own horniness. Which, speaking of, was quite tactilely apparent now that the jackal was lying crotch-to-crotch with him on the bed. The canine licked his lips. "Scoot up a bit," he whispered. He was trying to keep his voice and face balanced between reassuring and predatory, which was a harder act than it sounded. The grey-furred mouse complied, wiggling himself up a couple inches in a way that caused their respective hardnesses to rub together in an intriguing manner; the jackal tried not to let slip a little gasp, lest he lose his dominant persona. Once Jesse was sufficiently higher on the bed, Hale gave a toothy grin and, with a swift sweep of his arm, hooked the cuffs' connectors through the carabiner clip he'd left sticking through the scrollwork of the headboard. It wouldn't take a Houdini to get out of the setup if they tried, but given the way the mouse's body seemed to go slightly limp at the "click" of the clip shutting, there wasn't going to be much in the way of escape attempts. "There we go," he murmured, bringing his muzzle down near one of the younger male's large round ears. He enjoyed feeling the shiver that shot down Jesse's body under him. "Nice and secure." The jackal pulled his face back slightly, looked down into the rodent's bright green eyes. Gently, he brought a hand up to stroke the other male's cheek. "This okay, Jess?" he asked. The mouse seemed startled by the question. But, after a second, he gave a quiet, minute nod. Hale nodded back, running a finger slowly along Jesse's lips, which caused the younger student to close his eyes and let out a gratifying moan. "Good," he responded. "I want you to tell me if you're ever uncomfortable or nervous, okay?" Another nod, though his eyes didn't open again. Good. It had seemed like they were both enjoying themselves, but it was better to check in. Especially since he planned to take things a step further now.

_ Jesse shivered as he felt Hale's body shift and a hand slide down his chest. The feel of the jackal's cold nose against his torso and fingers gripping at his soft, larger-than-he'd-like stomach made the mouse want to squirm away, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He kind of wanted to open his eyes again, but it was easier to keep from being self-conscious and nervous when he couldn't see his partner's face, so he kept them squeezed shut. "God, you're hot." The jackal's deep voice was coming from even further down the rodent's body now. Jesse felt the insides of his ears flush pink again, and he found himself twisting his hands shyly. "T-thanks," he whispered. He swallowed. "So.. so are you." Hale chuckled. "Says the guy with his eyes closed." The younger student started to flutter his eyes open and respond, but the feel of his belt pressing into him as fingers began working the buckle caused him to close them again with a small squeak. He felt himself flush more as his surprised noise caused the canine to let out a yip of a laugh. The time it took for his belt and pants button to be undone felt endless, filled only with the sound of his shaky breath. And then, suddenly, the pressure on his straining erection was lessened with the sound of his zipper. One of the jackal's hands slid underneath the mouse, undid the tail-button on his slacks in a practiced gesture. Without needing to be told, he lifted his legs slightly from the bed as he felt a tug on his pants, and then there was nothing between him and the temperate dorm air except the pair of black briefs he'd chosen for this. He heard Hale let out an appreciative murmur and squirmed slightly. It was so hard to not try to cover himself (as best he could without hands) when he was so exposed. But he didn't have long to think about it; a hand sliding slowly up his inner thigh brought him back out of his head and into the present. Once the jackal's hand finally completed its journey up to those simple cotton underwear, he didn't waste time. Jesse gasped as he felt fingers firmly wrap themselves around his achingly sensitive erection, and the cuffs let out a metallic clank as he jerked his arms and body in response. "Mm, you're thick," Hale growled. His hand moved in a slow, tantalizing stroke, sensual but scratchy through the briefs. The mouse swallowed a retort. Given that porn was his only reference point, he had never felt particularly endowed, but he didn't want to ruin the moment with arguing. Plus oh god did that feel good, even through his underwear. Instead of speaking, he just let out a soft moan. That seemed to be the right answer, as the hand on him gave a strong squeeze. Then it withdrew, and suddenly there was hot breath on his cock, then moistness as a long canine tongue took the fingers' place. He felt himself shuddering helplessly, and his groin gave a strong pulse that he knew meant a bit of pre-come was seeping out of him. He thought he said something then, amidst the moan, some sort of garbled plea. He was too focused on the deep aching sensation that was building in him and the damp-but-not-wet-enough feel of a mouth through a cloth barrier to listen to himself. he said must've been convincing enough, because his hard member was greeted by a rush of air that felt cold against its hot, sensitive flesh as his briefs were tugged down. He barely had time to let out a moan at the sensation of the jackal's fingers touching him directly before a hot wetness covered much of his length. The feeling was overwhelming. The cuffs rattled loudly as he let out a high-pitched cross between a squeal and a moan and arched his upper half. In response, the mouth on his cock pushed downward, and he felt that familiar cold nose pressed into the top of his groin. If he had thought that he was hard before, it was nothing compared to now; it felt like his shaft would double in size, it was pulsing and straining so hard. He could barely hear the slurping noises that the jackal's mouth was making over his own laboured gasps. A flexible tongue slithered along the vulnerable underside, and oh god it was just too much--_

Judging from the startled gasp given by the mouse, Jesse hadn't been expecting to be close to coming so soon. Hale, having a bit more experience in these matters, had realized as soon as he managed to get his lips around the younger student's thick shaft that the virginal rodent wouldn't last long. Still, he enjoyed it while he could. There was such a sense of power in giving blowjobs, especially when the recipient was as reactive as this; even the slightest movement seemed to elicit a shudder or a groan from Jesse. The jackal's muzzle was filled with the mild sweat-and-musk flavour of cock, combined with the light saltiness of pre-come, and he reveled in it. When he felt the lower half of the mouse's body tense suddenly, Hale knew it was time. He pulled back until just the soft head of Jesse's dick was in his mouth, moaning softly as he felt and tasted spurts of come painting his tongue. With a gentle hand, he cupped the rodent's balls, which were pulled up tight against his crotch. The mouse, so full of shy noises, was suddenly moaning loudly enough that the canine was pretty sure he'd be hearing from the neighbouring room's occupant tomorrow. Five, six huge pulses, and then his partner's climax started to subside. Knowing how hypersensitive it could be after orgasm for some guys--especially when they weren't used to this sort of sensation--Hale gently pulled his mouth away, swallowing with a satisfied grin. Gently, he gave the mouse's twitching, pink flesh a squeeze, watching a few last drops of white liquid seep out and drip down his shaft, over the jackal's fingers. Goddamn, but Jesse was sexy as hell. He didn't really know it yet, obviously, but the younger student had a lot of hotness on display, and given more opportunities, Hale was going to show him just how attractive he was. After several seconds of gasping, the rodent opened those gorgeous green eyes. He blinked several times, like someone waking from a deep sleep, and peered down at Hale. "Wow," he said in a breathy voice. The jackal grinned, resisting the urge to visibly lick his lips just to make the shy mouse squirm. "Enjoy yourself?" Jesse tried to answer, but after opening and closing his mouth a couple times, he just laughed and nodded. Hale felt like his heart skipped a beat; the younger student was always so tense and serious all the time, to see him give such a relaxed, easy response was both a surprise and a relief. Maybe he was finally getting the rodent to open up and calm down a bit. Smiling more widely, the jackal slid back up the mouse's body until they were face to face. It was adorable the way Jesse's breath caught and lips parted when their muzzles came close. This kiss was slower, more familiar and intimate. Hale grunted softly at how his partner's tongue was more active, even pushing into the canine's muzzle. While he was doing his best to be a good, generous first-time mentor, the feel of the still-bound, younger male underneath him kissing back made it a little difficult for him to ignore the fact that his hard cock was still stifled under a couple layers of clothing. Still, he bit back that feeling and resisted his urge to grind lewdly on the body underneath him. Instead, he broke the kiss off with a gentle smile and ruffled Jesse's headfur. With his free hand, he reached up and--after, admittedly, a moment of fumbling--got the cuffs unhooked from the head of the bed. While it was clear that he tried not to show it, the soft sigh out of the mouse's nose betrayed that the bondage had been getting a bit uncomfortable now that the endorphins were dropping. Still, Jesse pulled his face into another smile as he looked up at the jackal. "So, uh," he asked quietly, his green eyes flicking to the side and back. "What about... you?" Hale grinned; just by asking, Jesse had ranked himself a more considerate partner than several of the dudes that had been in this bed. He'd been prepared to just deal with the horniness if the mouse had been too worn out or emotional. But, well, if opportunity knocked... "What did you have in mind?" he whispered back, giving a playful lick at the other male's ear and grinning at the shiver it produced. "I don't want to push you on anything." The pause that followed seemed to stretch on for quite awhile as Jesse studiously avoided Hale's gaze; the jackal could see the insides of the mouse's ears growing steadily redder. Finally, in a voice that was barely audible, the younger student said, "I-I was wondering if we could..." Jesse swallowed. "If you could, uh, y'know..." He trailed off. Hale arched an eyebrow, pulling his face a couple inches back to study the other student's. "Fuck you?" The rodent's nod was so slight it was barely a movement at all. "That, uh..." He trailed off. Incredibly tempting, was what it was. But... "I feel like that's biting off a lot on your first time." The jackal tried to keep his voice neutral. "I've been practicing!" Jesse looked embarrassed at his blurted confession and fell silent for a second before continuing, quiet again. "I mean, ever since we made the deal. I, uh, got some toys." Shit, okay, they were getting into seriously hard-to-say-no territory here. Still, Hale didn't want to take advantage. Gently, he cupped a hand around one of the other student's soft cheeks and caught his gaze. "Jesse, listen," he said. "You really don't have to do anything like that if you don't want to, okay? We can just.. cuddle or kiss or whatever you want." A soft smile crossed the rodent's lips, and he lifted his head enough to give a soft, chaste peck on Hale's muzzle. "I know," he said. "I want it." Those pretty green eyes looked into the jackal's, so sincere. The almost-painful pulse of response from within Hale's pants overrode his last bit of uncertainty. He grinned down at his partner, then slipped off the bed, trying not to move too fast in his eagerness. "You don't know how badly I wanted to hear that."

_ It felt like only a second passed between when Hale began fumbling with his pants buckle and when he was kneeling on the bed beside Jesse again. That was probably for the best, because if the mouse thought about it too much, he'd probably freak out and change his mind. Again. Any traces of faintheartedness, however, vanished when the mouse finally got to take in the sight of the jackal's naked form. The older student's body seemed like it was a strong contrast to the mouse's. Rather than soft fur and the curve of Jesse's belly, Hale's body was compact and full of defined lines, his short fur less downy-looking. While he wasn't bulging muscle, the older student was clearly no stranger to the gym. He was toned and sleek and-- and hard. Jesse could feel the flush spread across his nose and ears. Truthfully, Hale's cock had been a particular focus of the mouse's imagination over the past several nights. Its length jutted out from the jackal, angled slightly upward. It was a bit smaller than his own, as far as he could tell, and this sent a small wave of relief through the younger student. The last week's feverish, erm, 'research' had prepped him for some monster of an erection that even his practice with a toy couldn't nearly ready him for. This was, he hoped, manageable. And beautiful. The dark black flesh of it made it look smooth, and it glistened around the head; evidently Hale had been enjoying their play as well. That, too, was a relief. The mouse had been terrified that he'd been too fast, or too inexperienced, or too something. A dark chuckle interrupted his thoughts. "I take it you like?" the older student teased. Hale grabbed the briefs that were stuck around the mouse's thighs and pulled them all the way off, tossing them on the floor. Then he tossed a leg over the younger student's waist. From the front, the view was even better. Voice embarrassingly close to a swoon, Jesse breathed, "You're gorgeous." The shy grin that flickered across the jackal's face made the mouse's heart leap slightly. Before he could add anything else, Hale had dropped down to his elbows above him, and then their muzzles met and it was all hot tongues and heavy breathing again. The feeling of the jackal's hard erection pressing against his stomach as they kissed filled him with a thrilled anxiety. When the kiss broke, it was like a vacuum that pulled the mouse's breath out of him. He was very aware of how his wrists were still connected and resting on the bed above his head, of the weight of the muscular canine on his waist, of... of the shiny foil packet in the jackal's hands. Of how it tore open and the innocuous, transculent ring came out. Oh god, this was actually happening. The mouse wasn't sure whether he wanted to laugh or faint. His breath was ragged and excited and terrified as the condom was rolled down over Hale's cock. Suddenly it seemed so large and intimidating and he had no idea why he'd been relieved to see it before. Hale leaned over to grab something off the bedside table, and there was the soft click of a flip-top being opened. "Hey, Jesse," the older student said. "Look at me." The mouse wrenched his gaze up to the jackal's face. The smile on his muzzle was soft. While Jesse's heart was still pounding, that expression made him feel much more at ease. It was a face of caring, of gentleness, of someone who had been checking in every step of the way. Sure, this step was still admittedly terrifying. But if it wasn't right, if he didn't like it... Hale would stop. The jackal didn't even need to say it again for Jesse to know it. He nodded slowly. Hale's dark brown eyes seemed to twinkle. And then the older student leaned down, and they were kissing again. Their tongues slid over each other, and he could hear Hale's heavy nose-breathing mixing with the pulsing of the music still pouring from the speakers and it was just right and his brain quieted again. And then a hand slipped between his legs and before he could think, it wet and delicious underneath his tail and he could hear his moan, low and aching, rise up out of him. It went dark as his eyes fluttered shut again, and he raised his hips to help the jackal's hand reach him better. Gods, it felt good, so much better than when he had awkwardly lubed himself up to try the cheap toys he'd bought. The other male's fingers moved in slow, firm circles around his entrance, and they were so slick and the sensation shot up through his abdomen, and he could feel his own member twitching like it was thinking of re-joining the moment. And it was just so soft and wet and right. Before he knew what he was doing, he shifted his hips downward and onto the jackal's gentle fingers. A gasp of mixed pleasure and not-quite-pain burst out of him, and the twinging, electric pleasure in his midsection intensified. "Woah, Jesse," Hale cooed, "you don't have to rush yourself." As the mouse's body relaxed around the fingers, he could tell that they'd stopped moving. Maybe the jackal was right, maybe he was pushing this too fast. On the other hand, he had been practicing, less gently than this. And his own re-emerging erection was telling him that maybe rushing was just fine. Eyes shut both from pleasure and from embarrassment about how bad he needed this, the mouse let his body take over, trying to hold on to the silence in his head from when they were kissing. His body let it be known that the first knuckle's worth of fingers wasn't enough for it. It was amazing, really, how easy it was to relax his hips and let gravity take over. Now that the jackal's fingers were partly inside, taking the rest of them in was surprisingly smooth. Suddenly he felt so full and a jolt caused his torso to heave with a gasping breath and the older student's rough knuckles were pushed up against his outside. A wet hand wrapped around his cock and it was so, so much more than it had ever been by himself even with the toy and even though his arms were free from the headboard he kept them stretched out above him and oh god he loved it. "Jesus," the other male breathed. "You feel so hot inside." Jesse couldn't stand it. The fingers were twitching and moving inside him and it was so good but he knew, he knew , how much better it could be, and he couldn't help it; he wrenched his eyes open, gasping and staring up pleadingly at Hale. "Please, Hale. Now." The jackal's face looked briefly uncertain, but the rodent's desperate grind against his inserted fingers evidently decided it. The younger student gasped as Hale moved and he was suddenly empty but then he felt himself being lifted as hands hooked under his knees. Made pliable by lust and need, he followed the pressure on the backs of legs, lifting them and bringing them up toward his head. Once they were near-vertical, he could feel his partner shifting in the bed. Coarse fur and toned muscle pressed up against the backs of his calves. Through the lusty fog in his brain, the mouse worked to open his eyes. A delicious view of the brown shades of Hale's furry chest framed by the grey of the mouse's legs greeted him. He was sort of amazed to see his ankles resting up over the jackal's shoulders--the position felt a lot easier than it looked in videos. There was little time for dwelling on that thought, however; the older student leaned forward slightly, and Jesse felt a hard, wet, latex-encased length slipping between the cheeks of his ass. He closed his eyes again, taking a deep breath of anticipation. A long beat passed, with just that delicious feeling of a slick shaft sliding against him, so close to being inside him. In this position, he could feel his own re-hardened cock tap against his stomach as it twitched. "Give me your hands," the jackal whispered. Too enraptured with the sensations to question it, Jesse simply did as told, lifting his cuffed wrists in an arc from over his head down until they came within reach of the canine. Then Hale did something wholly unexpected; he reached out and took one of Jesse's hand in his, intertwining their fingers like a couple would when strolling together. "Now breathe," he said, and Jesse did, letting out a shaky exhalation. Mid-breath he could feel the pressure pushing against him and thought to himself that maybe this was a mistake, maybe he would be too anxious and it just wouldn't work and then he just... felt himself open and as he let out the last of the breath, he felt himself being filled. It was so much better than one of his toys; the weight against him, the feeling of their hands together, the soft moan from the other student as he pushed inside, it was much more right. Hale was slow and gentle, so gentle. Jesse squeezed his hand, both to reassure the jackal that it was alright, and to remind himself that this was really happening, that his tutor, his friend, was inside him and pushing deeper and oh god --as ever more of the canine's cock became buried in him, there was a sudden jolt of pleasure so strong it caused Jesse to make an embarrassing squeal. And then he felt hips against his ass and he knew Hale was buried in him, and for a second his own erection twitched dangerously like that knowledge alone was enough to send him over the edge. "Alright, Jesse?" the jackal asked. Though Hale still had same calm, gentle tone, the mouse could detect a wavering note to it that spoke of pleasure, desire, desperation. Jesse opened his eyes again; Hale was looking down at him, and his whole face was in an adorable twist of concern, lust, and pleasure. With another squeeze of his hand, the mouse forced himself to say what he wanted, even as his ears and nose flushed what he was sure was a deep pink. "Do it, Hale. I want it. Deep and hard." Evidently those words were exactly what the jackal needed to hear, because their effect was like a dam bursting. Though he didn't let go of Jesse's hand, his other hand gripped the mouse's hips with a surprisingly aggressive firmness. And then he began thrusting and it was all the mouse could do not to scream from just the overwhelming sensations--in fact, he may have screamed, he wasn't entirely sure. He couldn't make out individual thrusts, just a blur of fullness and electric shocks that shot up him when certain areas were brushed. The canine's eager, strained panting combined with the mouse's strange whines of pleasure that he couldn't seem to stop or control, and together they seemed to block out the throbbing techno music entirely. It was just gasps and moans and the slap of bodies together. At some point--everything blurred together in a delicious, tight-violin-string of agonizing pleasure--his bound hands were pressed down against his cock, which was slippery from the jackal's hand and his earlier orgasm. Even without stroking, his hand pressed against him was like lightning in him. It sent a jolt that caused him to tighten around Hale's hardness (which felt so filling Jesse couldn't imagine he ever thought it looked unintimidating). The canine let out a deep growl of a moan in response and seemed to thrust even harder. When Jesse began to stroke himself, it was with graceless, sloppy movements given his wrists' bound state and his difficulty focusing on anything other than the delicious feeling of being taken, rammed so hard he could feel himself being rocked back and forth on the bed. As before, it didn't take him long to reach his edge. This time, however, he wasn't the only one; just as a frantic wail tore itself from his throat as he began to come for the second time, Hale let out a feral growl and gave a thrust so hard that Jesse felt his large ears squish up against the bed's headboard. As the mouse could feel his hardness pulse in his hand as it released small spurts of whiteness over him, he could also feel the canine's cock inside him thicken and throb as Hale ground his hips against his conquest. With the jackal so thick and so deep, Hale could feel every minute change in angle, and each one pressed against his prostate, squeezing another gasp of orgasm from him. Time seemed to dilate, and a part of his brain felt like this intense wave would never finish cresting. But, eventually, the intensity of the moment passed. His brain started to process noise again, and he could hear Hale's gasping pants above him, his own soft whimpers, and the repetitious thud of the music the older student had turned on seemingly ages ago. With his increasing awareness, the positioning of his legs was no longer as easy and comfortable as it had initially seemed. He shifted, and the jackal seemed to understand. Having his legs be gently lowered to the bed was sweet relief. A moment later, he heard and felt the buckles on the cuffs being undone. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open. He saw the blurry figure of his tutor taking the leather cuffs and throwing them to the side, heedless of where they landed. "Sorry if I got them messy," he said, surprised at how raspy his voice felt. Hale gave a low chuckle as he deftly removed and tied off his condom, dropping it onto the floor. "I can clean 'em, and it was worth it," he said. The canine took one of Jesse's wrists in his hands and massaged it gently, helping it breathe and relax after its confinement. He didn't seem to care about the lube-and-come-matted fur over the mouse's hands, and Jesse was too spent to muster up another apology. "Thank you," he finally managed to whisper as Hale moved to his other wrist. "It was all... you were amazing." The smile that graced the jackal's muzzle made Jesse's chest give an aching clench; it was so sincere and happy, with just a hint of bashfulness and maybe relief to it. When he'd come in tonight, the mouse had figured that while his tutor would have fun, this would end up being most meaningful for himself. But with the way Hale looked at him right now, he began to doubt. "So were you," Hale answered, and Jesse could tell that he meant it. The mouse smiled an exhausted but content smile. When he finished the wrist-massage, Hale placed the mouse's hands gently on the bed. With a gentle nudge, he got Jesse to move over and slid down onto the bed next to the younger student, draping an arm over his waist. Jesse looked into Hale's deep brown eyes and felt himself melt inside. Their breathing was quieter now, but with their muzzles so close he could still feel the other male's breath ruffle his fur. Everything was still and perfect. Unbidden and insistent, a small voice in his head began to ask questions. What did this mean, now? Was this a one-time thing? Did Hale have the same aching sensation in him, returning the mouse's green-eyed gaze? What would they do when the semester ended in a couple more days and Hale graduated? How far away would the jackal even live? A familiar sense of anxiety--a bud, now, that could flower into panic--began to crawl up from Jesse's stomach. And then there was a muzzle against his and lips on his lips and a tongue gently caressing his own. His arms were around the jackal, and their bodies pulled tight together. And everything went quiet again. The voice stopped, and it was just him in the present, in this moment, feeling happy without concern for the future. For what felt like the first time in his life, that was enough._