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Lukas had noticed that warm days seemed to have a negative effect on class attendance: if the temperature outside rose above a certain threshold, he often mused to himself, I bet this many people will be gone today... and then, once he'd gotten into the room, he would learn his suspicion to be correct. This particular day surprised him, though, because not only was it well past that certain temperature threshold outside - sun beating down though puffy white clouds that seemed to do nothing other than look good against the blue sky - but, after squeezing into his Government classroom, he learned that the air conditioning in this part of the building had gone out.

The weather here was known to be unpredictable, and as such, he had gotten dressed this morning in anticipation of a cold day like yesterday: long pants, long sleeves, and a fairly thick jacket on top of everything else, the lattermost of these he had quickly removed and slung over his arm after a few minutes outside when walking to his first class. Being an otter with thick brown fur, he already held in a fair amount of heat - so he couldn't imagine what kind of torture some of his classmates were in, what with a few of them being heavy bears and arctic foxes.

By the time the professor arrived, three people in front of him had already gotten up and left, and he didn't blame them. Because of the lack of air conditioning, all the combined scents of the students from the previous period still hovered around the room, mixing with those of this period as well... the otter took a seat near the middle of the room, and then regretted it not even a full minute after doing so. He had showered just yesterday, but the heat of the day had caused him to sweat enough that he could already pick up his own scent on the air around him.

Not only that, but the damn heat made it hard to concentrate, too. Lukas - as well as probably a third of the rest of the class - only noticed that the professor had started the lecture maybe five minutes into the class, and even then, still had trouble paying attention: a pleasant sleepiness drifted over the otter because of the heat circling around the room, and because of him being surrounded partially by his own scent... which, admittedly, did a little more than just relax him: it was the same scent that had been ground into the sheets of his bed, the same light aroma that always wafted up towards him whenever he tugged his pants down for any reason-

But then, after a few more minutes into class, another familiar scent suddenly washed over him, and forced him to lift his head in surprise. A wolf had abruptly plopped down in the seat directly next to him, despite how most of this row remained open - a wolf with dark black fur, charmingly unkempt, and the silvery-pink line of a scar coursing along one side of his muzzle, which he'd gotten in a car wreck or when he fell from a tree or something. He gave Lukas a grin when the otter looked at him.

"Kai! You're... late."

"Yeah, well..." The wolf shrugged, sliding his books from under his arm onto the desk in front of him. This room, or, rather, lecture-hall, had several long rows of connected tables, one in front of the other, to which the rows of seats were attached and could be pulled out and turned to the side. Because of this, when Kai got into his seat, his leg brushed against Lukas's for a moment, which sent a brief shiver through the otter's body. "Hard to get out of bed this morning. You know?"

"I know the feeling." Lukas lowered his head back down to the table, rolling his pen idly between his fingers. He hadn't even bothered to get his notebook out. "I could just go to sleep right now."

"Test next period..."

"Yeah, I know. That just makes me want to sleep more."

Kai had been out in the sun for a while: even with his less-than-top-notch mustelid nose, Lukas could still pick up the general smell of 'outside' on the wolf's clothes (he was smart today: he wore a short-sleeve shirt and khaki shorts, which frankly went against the dark coloration of his fur) as well as the bite of natural sweat, and beneath that, just a little bit, the all-too-familiar spice of the wolf's musk...

Now, that was a scent that Lukas had had plenty of time to learn and develop a taste for. He had spent several evenings where he was supposed to be studying instead with his nose shoved up between the wolf's legs, either against the zipper of his fly, or the button on his boxers, or right against the soft, thick fur of his sack; once or twice he had even followed him into the bathroom with no foul intent, only to find himself getting pushed into the stall and then down to his knees, to have that plump sheath grinded against the skin of his nose.

Well, one time, Kai had left him in the bathroom after thoroughly having his way with him, and just before Lukas could leave, another pair of guys came in and wanted the same treatment - and frankly, it would have been rude to deny them that.

...It was no longer just the heat that bothered Lukas. Trying to be inconspicuous about it, he moved one paw down under the desk to find a more comfortable position in his pants for his now-throbbing cock, hard and clearly outlined under the fabric. Kai, despite his size (which Lukas had felt time and time again between his lips, under his tail, on his tongue...), did not have such a problem, partially due to his loose shorts and probably because of how he hadn't let his mind wander.

Still, though, Lukas couldn't help but scoot closer to the wolf, couldn't help but tilt his muzzle towards the front of the desk so he could taste that scent just a little bit more strongly. He let his eyes drift shut, and then inhaled slowly... it reminded him of one time when the two had gone on a road trip with some friends, with Kai and Lukas in the back seat. Lukas had been tired, so he sprawled out and lay down in the back seat, resting his head in Kai's lap... and at some point along the way, he had rolled over so that his muzzle pointed towards the wolf's belly, and Kai had taken that chance to undo the top button of his fly and lift his shirt. He had intentionally not bathed in a few days because he knew what the scent did to Lukas, and sure enough, the otter awoke from his nap a little bit after with the earthy musk clinging to the fur of his muzzle and a warm, sticky mess in the front of his underwear, coming from a dream that just barely escaped the corners of his memory.

Beside him, Kai made a few little movements, but nothing big - probably just rearranging his notes or reaching for a different color of highlighter from his bag. Still the professor went on, something about voting and elections and what-not, but Lukas couldn't find it in himself to pay attention. He had been tired all day, and what with this enticing scent just a short distance from his nose, the prospect of slipping off into a sweetly pleasurable doze was only more attractive - though of course, a certain part of him wanted to slide down beneath this desk, to press his nose into the bulge in the front of Kai's shorts.

But - no, he couldn't do that. He opened his eyes a little and looked behind him, at the back of the lecture hall: it was only natural in a college classroom for several of the students to take a seat as far back as possible, and especially today, more lingered in the rear three than did in all of the rows in front of him. Meanwhile, Kai sat slightly turned towards him, legs spread and shirt tugged up a little bit as if he _knew_what his slightly-strong scent did to the otter beside him - and, hell, he probably did.

Lukas closed his eyes again and rested his chin back against the not-so-cool surface of the desk, but felt and heard his pen roll off the edge and clatter against the carpeted floor at his feet. Instead of putting in the effort to lean down and pick it up, though - did he really _need_to? - he just folded his paws together, sighed, and adjusted his position... but then, Kai nudged his elbow with his own and leaned over.

"Hey," hissed the wolf. Still he was half-turned towards Lukas. "She's about to pass out a quiz - you dropped your pen..."

Grumbling, Lukas slid back and reached down under the desk, almost bumping his head on the corner - and promptly missed his pen at the scent that hovered around his head. Had he not known any better, he would have thought that Kai had just taken off his pants and sat there with his legs open and sheath and sack on display... confused, Lukas scrambled to get his pen, turned back to the side to start coming up, and then - found that he was right.

Light tan of khaki shorts hanging loosely around the wolf's legs, abruptly opening at his fly and pulled apart in front - and Kai had, probably intentionally, neglected to wear underwear today. Between the open flaps of his pants, Lukas could see the unmistakable shape of his black-furred sheath standing out from the smoothness of his lower belly, just above the plumpness of his sack, slightly squeezed together but looking otherwise loose due to the heat.

And, the scent hovering off of him... Lukas couldn't help but lean in a little closer, whiskers and nose twitching at each short inhalation. Kai carried on him a deep, almost earthy musk, enjoyable like nothing else the otter had tasted before, something that he could easily press his nose into and breathe deep. There was no way that this wolf didn't know what he was doing - and Lukas himself almost forgot what he was doing, then, as he closed the difference between his nose and the side of the presented sheath, his pen hanging loose from his paw under the desk.

He paid no mind to all of the people sitting in the rows behind him, the people who readjusted in their seats and leaned forward to see just what was going on with the otter who had dipped beneath his desk and had not yet come back up. Eyes closed, this time through pleasure rather than sleepiness, Lukas dragged his nose up along the side of Kai's warm-furred sheath, feeling the pull of the soft skin, the firmness of his cock hidden inside, all the while breathing in his scent and then letting out low, shivering sighs. Again his pen clattered to the floor, then, as he brought his paw up to work between the wolf's hanging sack and the underside of his fly that kept it bunched together.

The warmth there instantly soaked through his fingerpads, and he could almost feel his sweat and scent rub off against him as he rolled the wolf's heavy balls over and over between his fingers, at the same time that he dug his nose more firmly against the side of his sheath in deep nuzzles that ended up coaxing the first half-inch or so of Kai's length out of the end. This doubled the strength of the scent in his nostrils and the heat that hovered under the desk, and soon, Lukas found himself with his lips placed against the tapered end of that cock, tongue lashing out, circling around, lapping off the liquid musk and slipping beneath the rim of his sheath, supple skin easily accommodating his exploring tongue.

The nervousness and reluctance of doing something in public (which he had honestly grown somewhat used to thanks to this wolf) hovered at the back of his mind, just a small inhibition against the energy with which he dug his tongue into Kai's sheath and suckled on the end of his length. The scent, the heat, the taste clinging to his tongue and the inside of his mouth, which all just steadily grew as Kai's cock did the same, pressing into his lips, weighing down his tongue and pushing against the roof of his mouth... all of it just made Lukas care less and less about all the people in the rows behind them, who were no doubt watching.

About when Kai's cock had slid halfway out of his sheath, far enough so that the top of his wide knot could be seen stretching the skin of his sheath, Lukas opened his eyes again. Due to his positioning, still sitting in his chair and leaning deeply over to shove his muzzle between the legs of the wolf sitting next to him, he could only partially see behind the chairs and along the tables - but when he did, and aided by Kai leaning to the side to get something from his backpack, the otter made full eye contact with someone sitting back there, a smallish, pretty vixen with white fur. He couldn't get a good look due to the want to urge Kai's length the rest of the way out into his muzzle (or at least as much of it as he could fit) being so strong, but he could have sworn that that vixen just _smiled_at what she saw going on.

Now, he paid even less attention to what was going on in the class. It had all gone quiet - hadn't the professor mentioned something about passing out a quiz? - so, to compensate, Lukas just closed his eyes and tried to bob on Kai's length as quietly as he could, keeping one paw around the rim of the wolf's sheath right along his knot to keep him angled towards his muzzle. The wolf's heavy, masculine scent dominated each breath that Lukas inhaled, and every time he swallowed, the liquid taste of that musk only came back to him even stronger than before... for those times when Kai dragged him off into one of the bathrooms or behind a building for a blowjob, his scent always lingered in Lukas's nostrils for a few hours afterwards and his taste on his tongue as well.

The wolf acted like he enjoyed doing things in public, which he no doubt did - he had undone his pants just earlier, hadn't he? - but there was also no doubt that the act made him at least as nervous as it did Lukas, and he was just better at hiding it. Lukas had noticed that Kai's scent usually strengthened a little when he got nervous, and today, he couldn't help but feel that it had done just that, not accounting for how he had closed the difference between his nose and the source of that scent (which, admittedly, he couldn't quite do; the only times he could bury his nose in the wolf's unkempt pubic fur was when he nuzzled down along his belly, pressed his nose right there and breathed in the dry spice of the aroma)...

A shiver ran through his body, and he tugged the slick skin of Kai's sheath back past his red-fleshed knot, which in turn tugged a slight hump upwards and exhalation of breath from the wolf. Lukas gladly took the tapered tip of his thick cock against the back of his throat, held it there to feel the heat and slight pain of having it as deep in his muzzle as it could go, and then started to come back up, keeping his paw tight where it was to squeeze at and tease the warm knot, moist with the coating of liquid musk of the sheath that kept it prepared and healthy.

There wasn't much room between the back of Lukas's head and the bottom of the surface of the desk even when he had dived down as far as he could, far enough to feel the swell of his knot against his lips, so Kai moved his chair back a little fur to allow the otter to continue his work in comfort. That made Lukas a little nervous - if he bobbed up over the desk each time, then that just made it more likely for the professor to catch them - but, still, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The wolf's scent and taste hung so heavily on his senses, kept his desire burning hot and his own pants uncomfortably tight, that it did occur to him that he should slow down or stop, but just as soon as that thought crossed his mind did it then leave.

This was exactly the sort of thing that the wolf would have him do during the time they spent together outside of class, too. Many times the two had been watching a movie on the couch, or relaxing over a meal, or one of them would be playing a video game - and then all of a sudden Lukas would feel a paw on the back of his head pushing him down, would find his nose being grinded against either a bulge in the front of Kai's pants or instead the wolf's plump sheath itself, and then, of his own accord (he knew that if he really didn't want to do it, he could just mention it and the wolf would stop, a little disappointed but still acquiescent), he'd find the cock that throbbed inside that sheath soon filling up his muzzle.

Each time he dove down onto Kai's length today, he could feel another throb pulse through it and tasted the resulting slick, salty pre ooze out onto the back of his tongue, which he then swallowed down and continued. In the time he had spent sucking the wolf off so far, he had also leaned forward further out of his own seat, so that now if he let go of Kai's chair he would fall down to the floor... which would be okay, too. Still, though, he bobbed up and down along the wolf's length, keeping his lips tight and tongue cupped around the underside, feeling the smooth contours of the canid cock, the small lines of veins, and then each strong throb and twitch against the roof of his mouth, emptying leaving more and more pre for him to swallow down...

At one point, Kai even lowered one paw beneath the table, placed it firmly between the otter's ears (which is right where a paw belongs, he thought), and guided his movements, humping up into the eager muzzle at the same time that he pulled him down... Lukas squeezed his eyes shut and tried to relax his throat as best as he could, knowing from quite a bit of experience that Kai had a tendency to thrust forward when he really got into it. That was the source of plenty more than a few weeks' worth of soreness under his tail and in the back of his throat from just this semester alone, and given the fervency with which the wolf currently lifted up off his seat to bury his cock in the otter's muzzle, he'd have to add some more time to that.

The professor had started speaking again - the quiz must have been picked up, and he had just been too busy with his current occupation to notice - but he couldn't really hear. Not only was there the surface of a desk in the way, but Lukas had also worked his own paw under the waistband of his bands and tightly stroked himself in what little space he had, and Kai's breathing had picked up somewhat as well. By now, the people on either side of the pair, a few seats down either direction, had definitely taken notice of what was going on: Lukas started to hear the familiar "oh my God" and "what the fuck?" and "Jesus Christ..." that usually came as a result of this sort of thing.

He didn't really care, though. Kai always teased him, always said oh, you know you like it, you slut of an otter - you want them to see you doing this, and he had always complained and put up a weak resistance, but this time... well, he was right. He actually enjoyed_hearing the concerned whispers today, enjoyed the way the volume of those voices lifted somewhat when he removed his paw from his pants, only to unbutton and unzip his fly and bring his own hard cock into view, a bead of pre having been spread around the tip... there couldn't be _that much time left in class - he had to speed this up a little.

Kai had the same thought. Almost as soon as Lukas ran his paw along his length for a third time out in the open air of the classroom, still as warm as when he had first entered and probably a little warmer, the wolf's claws grated against the corner of the desk, he tugged the otter's head down into his lap - Lukas felt the wide knot press against his lips, try to squeeze into his muzzle, felt it throb, throb, throb - and then also felt a rush of hot cum against the back of his throat where Kai's cock had pushed again, one thick spurt after another and another, temporarily cutting off his breathing and overwhelming the previous taste in his mouth with one much sharper, much stronger, much heavier, and much more enjoyable.

The wolf's orgasm only doubled his own want to cum, and Lukas moved a little bit back off of Kai's twitching cock to continue working his tongue against the underside, intending to squeeze every last drop of his seed out onto his tongue for him to swallow down... above, Kai's chest rose and fell, rose and fell in slightly unsteady breaths, and he leaned back in his chair, other arm hanging limp at his side. Meanwhile, Lukas remained with the wolf's cock halfway past his lips milking the last of his load out, and continued pawing himself off. Already he could tell that he was close, worked up to that point from the combination of risk and desire - and, what can I say? Kai turns me on like nobody else. That much was evident in the warm pre that stuck to the otter's thumb each time he brought his paw back up.

Even after Kai's cock had retreated back into his sheath somewhat, even after Lukas drew up off of it, turned his head towards the wolf's body, and shoveled his nose against the warm, musky fur of his recently-emptied sack, he could still taste Kai's cum on his tongue and wished that it were still fresh. Keeping his muzzle here, what with the wolf's other paw still loosely hanging on the back of his head, only worked him up more and more - until he, too, bucked upward into his paw, sucked in a sharp breath laden with dry, spicy musk, and then had a bit of trouble with biting back the shuddering moan that came with his own spurts of cum, all over the underside of the desk.

After the first few strong spurts, the otter continued stroking himself until the last remnants of the pleasure of his orgasm faded - or, rather, until it dripped lazily down the back of his paw and cock, held at an angle away from himself. Suddenly very aware of what he had just done, and also quite aware of the silence in the room, Lukas didn't even bother to wipe himself off before doing his pants back up, and then - a bit nervously - sat up straight in his chair, unaware of the streak of wolf cum across the side of his muzzle.

In his peripheral vision, he saw the other people in this row continue looking at him for a moment longer, slip their phones back into their pockets, then turn back towards the front of the room, where the professor stood and spoke. It sounded like the class was just being wrapped up; another two and a half minutes, and Lukas found himself gathering his things under his arm while Kai finally did up his pants and did the same. His heart beat in his chest - why in hell did I think that was a good idea?- but, as far as he could tell, nobody that would have done anything about it had seen. The others that watched simply enjoyed the show.

That vixen he'd locked eyes with while Kai thrust his cock into his throat had enjoyed the show, too: on his way out the lecture hall, Lukas again met eyes with her, standing a bit of a ways off in the hallway as if she were waiting for the two to step out. However, as soon as he started towards her, she turned tail and started off the other direction, leaving the otter with an odd feeling of confusion to accompany the deep satisfaction that he felt as a result of what had just happened under that desk.

That vixen was also one of those who had their phone out; Lukas had caught a small glimpse of it over the corner of her desk, directed right down towards his head in Kai's lap. He had a fair feeling that he'd see footage of this class period before the end of the semester - the syllabus stated that there'd be a group project coming up soon, and knowing his luck...