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“I had to tell him I didn’t know what he was talking about. Y’know? Like, what in the world are you supposed to say when someone asks you that?”

“Mhmm, mhmm…”

Lukas glanced up from the glass at the big, bulky were-hyena lounging awkwardly back across his futon, the monster’s wonky, jagged legs sticking out at angles, his huge, crested back and shoulders pushing away from the back of the seat, his broad muzzle angled forward and down towards his phone, comically small within his huge paws. Kieran had to hold it in one paw and then jab at the screen with one finger from the other.

So the otter smirked, shook his head, and then stepped over to the fridge for a fistful of ice to drop into the glass. Everything here he had to sneak into his dorm, as alcohol wasn’t allowed on campus, but luckily he had a couple of places he could hide the half-sized bottles. There was the gentle rattle of ice within glass, then the thump of the fridge door, then another rattle as he slid the spoon down to the base and stirred.

It’s not quite the same, he thought, but…

_ _

“I mean-” Kieran went on, lifting his head from his phone. He looked across the dorm to his friend. “Surely that kind of thing has happened to you before, right? What did you do?”

“Mm?” Lukas looked up at him again. What were we talking about? “Oh. I mean – yeah. You’ve seen my vids. Everyone has, it feels like.”

“The one with the horse is kickass.”

“Lick-ass, more like.” He focused in on the glass again, making sure that the spoon was rotating properly for the drink. That was something the otter still didn’t fully understand about cocktail mixing, but it seemed to work, so he went with it. “Mouth tasted like the way a barn smells for two days after. I still have wet dreams about that one.”

Over on the futon, Kieran shifted. Lukas heard each of the supports underneath shift and groan with the beast’s weight. “I do, too…”

“But – I mean, maybe… two? People have brought it up? And one was a friend who I’ve already – y’know.”

“Askia?”

“Oh, I told you about that one? Yeah. So that was cool.”

“And the other?”

The otter paused, slid the strainer into the mouth of the glass, and then carefully split the pour between two others.

“That… was…” He shook the glass to ensure he had gotten everything out. “Kinda cool. Dude walked up, asked if I was – y’know. I said yeah, he said cool… blah blah blah…” Then with one half-filled glass in each paw, he wove his way around the small counter – college dorms never gave too much in the way of kitchen space, he had found – and came back over to the futon. “So then he asked if we could do one together.”

“Damn. Wish mine were like that.” Kieran reached up to take the glass from him, and for a moment Lukas felt confident that he was not the only one between the two of them to wonder if the werebeast’s grip would shatter this one, too. “But no, all I get is – clean up your mess, you damn freak and no concealed weaponry on campus, and I’m like, you think I can conceal this thing?”

There was just enough space on the end for Lukas to slide in. He squished himself into place beside Kieran’s much larger, much bulkier body. “I can conceal it for you.”

“Sorry. You can conceal, like, a third of it.”

“Almost down to the ring! That’s like, at least half.” Lukas fished his own phone out of his pocket, flicked back to the video he had on, and hit play again. In another second it spread across the small TV across the dorm, standing atop the dresser between the two windows.

“Oh, stop.” Kieran took a sip of the drink. “You’re – oh, that’s good. You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Everything makes you blush.”

“Not everything!...”

As Lukas also took a sip, he peered alongside the rim of his glass to the were-hyena’s lap. When Kieran came over like this, as he wasn’t always a lumbering, eight-foot hyena beast, he usually did so in loose, baggy clothing, easy to fit over the strange shapes and bulges of his monstrous musculature. The loose shirt hanging forward away from his chest, thick mane of green-black fur puffing out from the collar as well as the arms, and then a pair of gym shorts as well, draping easily around his wide upper legs… and nestling into place around the firm, plump girth of his full, velvety sheath just underneath, with those palm-sized balls resting down along the side of Lukas’s futon, in his dorm. Sometimes they even left a sweat stain on the fabric.

And velvety really was the best word for it. The otter took another sip, enjoying the sensation of the chill liquid spreading back across his tongue, tickling at his gums, fizzling up across his breath right after he swallowed, with that similarly cool bite of the alcohol itself stinging down. Soft and smooth to the touch, but still a bit damp, dank, malleable… firm yet squishy, and every time he drew his fingerpads across it he felt as though he came away coated in a thin layer of… not quite grease, but close.

I wonder, he thought, settling back in to watch, is it wrong that I only feel this way when Kieran’s in his hyena form? As a human – his ‘default’ state, really – whenever Kieran showed up at his dorm, usually the two would study together or do their homework, Lukas might cook something if he hadn’t already, and then they would finish the night with video games, Kieran would doze off on the couch, and then they would each part ways for class the next morning.

But then if instead it was this huge, hulking hyena who stood awkward half-crouched through the door when he opened it… today Lukas’s literal first thought, as usual, had been about how to most quickly, most efficiently worm his nose inside the were-hyena’s sheath. It didn’t help that opening the door brought him face to face with the waistband of Kieran’s baggy, saggy gym shorts, and that he also obviously omitted any underwear beneath, judging by the way the folds of material hugged his bestial endowment.

Wonder what’s gonna do it this time… the otter thought, slipping his phone out of his pocket. No matter how many times it happened, Kieran somehow managed to hold onto his usual reserved shyness: it was always Lukas dropping to his knees and yanking the hyena’s pants off, always Lukas to suggest it, always Lukas to let his paws or muzzle get a little adventurous. And then Kieran would still always seem surprised at the prospect, as though he was startled that something like that could possibly happen to him.

You’ve got an otter here, Lukas thought, idly tapping through the screen, who’s sucked your dick literally almost every time you come over. And yet you still visit and end up surprised when it happens. Even over the edge of his phone he could clearly see the rounded shape of the hyena’s equine sheath within his shorts, the material not quite sucking in to the overlapping silken folds, but – he had seen and felt it often enough to be able to use his imagine. Right there was the spot where the supple skin of his sheath spread out into his sack, and then there was the little ridge in between his balls, with one there and the other there, the leathery skin probably glued to his upper thigh from the mid-spring warmth simmering in through the opened windows.

“Oh dang.”

Lukas blinked, caught off-guard. “Huh?”

“Look at that.”

Kieran pointed to the TV, and the otter did too – and promptly found himself swept up in the episode he had put on for them. Before long that first episode came and went, as did the first set of drinks he had prepared; then a second, and a third, and then he switched the TV to the gaming console held underneath, with a fourth drink for himself while Kieran hand-waved the offer.

“I’ve got a quiz tomorrow,” he had explained, “and it’s already gonna be enough of a headache without a hangover adding into it.”

That should probably be where Lukas called it, too, so he put everything away after the last and then sat back down beside the hyena. In springtime the weather on campus usually held between pleasantly warm and perfect, and with the afternoon stretching into evening, the air coming in through the open windows pushed more towards the latter: the sounds of the daily campus life outside continued to shift and change as well, then died back nearly completely as night fell.

“Oh. Darn.” Lukas dropped his head and heaved an overdramatic sigh; beside him Kieran continued in the game, oversized thumbs clicking across the controller. “That part always gets me. Can you finish this one up?”

“Maybe? It’s – I don’t-” He stuck his tongue out between huge fangs. “It’s a lot… harder, when I’m – like this…”

Yeah, the otter thought, and leaned back in the futon. He moved to take another sip of his drink, then discovered that he had already finished it up. I bet it is. There was nothing he could do to stop himself from looking down across Kieran’s body again, over the broad shoulders and wide barrel chest visible through the arm of his shirt, the thick lines of pulling muscle beneath thicker fur, the oddly positioned and angled bones and tendons beneath… and then, of course, everything practically on full display through his shorts.

Throughout the afternoon Kieran had repeatedly shifted and adjusted himself to find something more comfortable, and apparently thought that he was doing so without being noticed. But Lukas had watched out of the corner of his eye every time the hyena had reached down, squished soft-firm flesh beneath the loose material of his shorts, and scooted it across his leg; or when he had straightened up and slid a paw down beneath the waistband, to peel sweat-dank, sticky skin away from smooth fur and shift it somewhere else; or…

Lukas took another sip, realized again that his drink was still empty, and pretended to look back to the screen. Beside him Kieran squirmed a bit, brought his legs together, spread them back out, brought them together again… with the bulge of his sheath squeezing up along his thigh and then stretching out, skin stuck to the fur underneath, holding in place. He tightened up, huge balls stirring within the material of his pants, sighed, adjusted where he sat with his elbows on his legs, brought the controller closer to his lap… so that he could surreptitiously slide a paw down to unstick and adjust himself.

So Lukas shifted again, took another sip of half-melted, faintly flavored ice water, and reached an arm up and behind the back of the futon to tease his fingers into the were-hyena’s mane. Kieran immediately twitched and straightened up again, his progress in the game juddering, but still he continued. He took in a breath, held it, sighed it back out, then leaned back into the smaller male’s touch, his legs spreading out further…

…the bulge already halfway down his pants legs stirring, growing, pushing its way further. Lukas pushed his fingers through the thick fur towards the muscles of his neck, far too wide for him to encompass with one paw, then teased back out again. A small shiver for such a big hyena vibrated through Kieran’s shoulders and he grunted – and ahead of them the screen flashed and displayed the game over menu.

“Hmm?” Lukas leaned in a little bit, until his muzzle bumped against Kieran’s shoulder. “What was that?”

“Sorry! Sorry, I know you – wanted me to… finish it, I was… I mean, you were… touching me, and I got… distracted, and…”

“Mhmm…” The otter dropped his gaze towards that growing bulge. He wet his lips, swallowed, lifted his other paw… brought it over, rested it down. Immediately there was a full, swelling throb, and the were-hyena’s shorts leg shifted around it again. “And what’s this?”

“W-well, I mean…” Kieran swallowed. Lukas rubbed down towards the head, then back up towards the sheath, then down again, coaxing him further out. “N-normally at this time of night, you… y’know, and I was… thinking about that a little, and then you started touching me, and I… I noticed you looking, and…”

“Oh, you did?”

“It wasn’t exactly – hard-”

“Mm. But this is.” Lukas lowered his other paw as well, knowing full well that Kieran always required both. He scooted back on the futon to more eagerly press his paws against the were-hyena’s impressive length, now straining against the interior of his pants; one paw pushed up towards his sheath buried beneath the material while the other followed its progress down his leg, squishing in around the soft lines of thick veins, the bump of the ring as it grew outwards, the blunted rim of the head.

“Only about…” Kieran shuddered. He spread his legs wider, rolled his head back across the back of the futon, and let his mouth drop open in a low sigh. “Halfway…”

And that was still more than enough. Lukas took a moment to adjust himself in his own pants, already fully there just from the idea: meanwhile, the end of the hyena’s equine length had begun to poke itself free from the leg of his pants, and as such the otter redirected his attention there. Firm with a good amount of give to it, he could comfortably press his palm against the flat end and curl his fingers around the back of the rim, just like Kieran had showed him in the past.

“Feels like I’m… bottoming out in someone…” the breathless hyena had explained that time. Lukas still vividly remembered the way his balls had tugged up towards his velvet sheath, again and again. “Once you get good at it, you can – get me off in literal seconds, it’s… a little embarrassing…”

Against the pads of his paw Lukas felt the bulging surface of the head, the little nubs and nodules ringing the edge of the rim, then the divot in the lower middle, the lip, the spout. He so, so wanted to drop to his knees and slip his tongue into that spot there, to scoop out the gathered scent and slime from the full day, but… oh, there’ll probably be time for that later, he told himself. So instead he entertained himself by watching the way Kieran shifted and squirmed where he sat, one paw gripping onto the cushion for dear life, his massive footpaws flexing out and then tightening in, his huge shaft trying to swing up towards his belly and pull free from his shorts, the head now nearly at his knee.

“How’s that?” Lukas rumbled, leaning further over his friend’s lap. The one paw remained there around his head while the other rubbed back and forth, brushing the material of his pants across his shaft, squeezing the supple flesh underneath. Every time Kieran throbbed, Lukas could see the full bulge of his shaft swelling out beneath the fabric and tugging out the leg even tighter. “That good?”

“That’s… good…” Again the hyena squirmed. He brought one paw up to stifle the noises he was making, his eyes wrenched halfway shut; Kieran worked his hips in rhythm with his friend’s stroking, Lukas now squeezing at the rim of his head, running his fingers along the back, tugging forward. “But… I think you’re…”

There was another throb, this one pulsing all the way down throughout the equine length, pushing out the shaft and the veins, then swelling within the head – so that Lukas’s fingers pushed apart around the semi-flare, the soft-firm rim pushing out against his grip, the center of the head nudging up into his palm, a thick spurt of sticky, wet pre jetting out and then rolling down his fur. Outside the open window, down in the campus courtyard and thankfully behind the drawn curtains, someone laughed at something.

“Mm. Yeah?”

So he just continued rubbing there, now letting his paw rest along Kieran’s shaft while the one around his head did all the work, squeezing, rubbing, massaging… gently pulling at the rear of his rim, coaxing him into throbbing and swelling again.

He fills my entire fucking paw, the otter thought, watching with awe. The way his rim pushes out at my fingers… it’s like trying to grasp an apple, or… a grapefruit. Half a grapefruit. With the flat, wet portion in my palm. About as sticky. I can… smell him a little bit, too… God, I just wanna…

Gradually the otter began to lower himself down, spreading out along the futon, bringing his muzzle closer. Kieran’s rich, warm musk wafted up through the breathable material of his shorts, spiking with each throb – which increased in pace and regularity the more he worked. Palm dripping with loose pre, Lukas drew back, ran his thumbpad through the gathered wetness, and then circled that around the head of the hyena’s shaft, ensuring that every inch of supple, sensitive skin ended up smeared in his own warmth. Kieran bit his lip, sucked in a gasp, and twitched again, then did so again when he moved first down to the underside and then along the rim, returning time and time again to the end so he could continue painting him in his own pre.

“Lukas, I’m…”

But do I go down and try to drink it all down? That sounds like a fuckin’ dream, but then… maybe…

“I’m – gonna…”

Again and again he squeezed at his head, focusing more there than along the hyena’s shaft. Pushing his palm in against the flat of his head, then wrapping his fingers around the back and pulling forward behind the steadily growing flare, tugging in rhythm with Kieran’s pulses. After a moment the tension within the hyena began to grow, shivering towards a peak: he dug his claws into the cushions of the futon, gritted his teeth, pressed himself back, tossed his head, spread his legs, jerked forward-

-and with considerable force of will Lukas drew his paws back, the thick stickiness dripping down his wrist. In front of him Kieran bucked and thrust, his fully hard cock pushing down out of his pants leg, rubbing up against his knee. But it just wasn’t enough: even though he pushed, and throbbed, and thrust forward, veins pulsing out from beneath the skin, his wide rim twitched and flared out, then pulsed, grew further, swelled up – and a forceful spurt of clear, somewhat frothy pre jetted out and smacked across the table in front of the futon, followed by a second, but nothing more.

“Whoa,” the otter breathed. He sat up, then had to grip onto the back of the futon for support as his world spun slowly around him. Oh, he realized. I’m a bit tipsy. Senses whirling, he brought his other paw to his muzzle, sniffed at it, and then began lapping at the wetness coating his fur and pads. “I’ve never seen a flare without a finish…”

It took Kieran another few seconds to release his jaw. “Yeah,” he managed, and twitched again. The pulse ricocheted down through his full length, swelled along his shaft and his head, and his full flare blossomed yet again, fully locking him within his pants leg. “Neither have I. Lukas, I could – ah – start shooting at… literally any second…”

“Ooh…” God, this is so fucking hot. Two fingers fully in his mouth now, Lukas straightened up, waited for the sensation of churning seas to still somewhat, and then unbuttoned and unzipped his own fly with his other paw. In another few seconds he had tugged his pants and underwear halfway down his legs, and gave himself a few good, slow strokes – then decided to switch paws so he could smear the hyena’s mark across himself, making sure to spread some of it beneath the lip of his foreskin. “Well, then, let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

Instead of reaching down to finish himself off, as anybody else might do, the were-hyena instead stared at Lukas, then leaned back and pressed his paws against his muzzle with a low groan.

“Lu_kas…” he growled, teeth gritted. Still his hips churned slowly, in rhythm with the throbs of his impressive girth. The otter wanted to reach down and resume stroking, but knew that nearly any extra touch would be enough to set him off, and – _I wanna be able to at least get him out of his pants first. God knows he’s gotta replace ‘em often enough already, and I don’t want him leaving here naked from the waist down again…

From here he could clearly see the lines of muscle, the stretched tendons across the beast’s snout, his muzzle, his neck and shoulder. Kieran’s upper lip curled back with exertion as he tried to cool down, the skin of his snout wrinkling up to show the thick, rounded base of his fangs, rooted in slick pink gums; his broad, flat tongue flicked out across slightly retracted lips, teasing his nose to reflexively twitch up and back so that the lips pulled further; and a couple strands of sticky saliva hung between lip and gum and tongue, wobbling in the air as he moved and breathed, then breaking to settle back across equally wet meat, little bubbles of caught froth spreading around.

Lukas let his fingers drop free from his own mouth with a little pop. He wiped them off on his leg, then reached out, squeezed the futon again as another wave of slow dizziness washed across him… and brushed them across the hyena’s chin. Surprised, Kieran jerked back a little bit, then met his eyes.

Feeling a bit dry again, Lukas licked his lips. “Hey.” He swallowed.

Kieran blinked. “Hello.”

“Wanna – make out?”

“Wh – I-”

“No homo, or anything.” Balance shifting, Lukas’s paw scooted from the futon to the hyena’s shoulder, and he pressed the other down against Kieran’s leg – and right across his still-twitching shaft. The hyena sucked in a sweet gasp. “And I’ll let you cum.”

“No… homo?”

“Mhmm.” A little awkwardly, he reached down, tried to finagle the elastic waistband down across the sizeable, arm-length equine shaft, and finally gave up so that Kieran could do it himself. The were-hyena lifted up, tugged everything down, wiggled it around his now half-flare, and then sighed with audible relief. His hard shaft swung-sagged up across his belly to rest over his chest, then twitched, jumped, twitched again. Lukas licked his lips again, watching it. “No homo.”

“And I’ll… get to cum? You’re s-”

Impatience won out. Paw pressing into the firm muscle of the beast’s thigh, Lukas leaned in, nearly lost his balance, pulled himself partially over into Kieran’s lap, and then just went for it. His muzzle came in, brushed across the other male’s, then pushed forward, lips searching for and then finding their target; immediately he suckled softly to draw Kieran’s upper lip between his teeth, then flicked his tongue back out to scoop behind, and-

-then just as quickly pulled himself back out, then had to tug for the way Kieran tried sucking at both of his lips.

“Hold on. Hold on.” Lukas wiped at his mouth. “What in the fuck was that?”

The hyena’s ears flicked back, his eyes wide. “Sorry! Sorry,” he rumbled, paws coming up in front of his chest in defense. “I’ve, uh, kissed as a human before but never with my – with this… hyena muzzle, and so I… I don’t know, really, what to do with the…” He motioned at his face. “Lips, and the tongue, and the… well, kinda everything, it… it wasn’t bad, was it?”

“Oh, it was awful.” Again Lukas wiped at his mouth. “Hell, I’ve kissed some dogs before, and I was gonna say there’s no way you could be worse than that, but… uh…”

“Sorry! Uh, s-sorry. I’ll…” Kieran moved to sit forward. “I’ll – if you want, I can just… get my stuff and head on home, then, and I’ll…”

“What? No. No, no, no.” Scooping himself more fully into the hyena’s lap, sharply aware of the still-twitching shaft emanating its thick, dank heat between them, Lukas pushed him back by the shoulders. “I can’t have you going around out there trying to kiss folks like that,” and he reached down to run the back of his paw up along the underside. By now Kieran’s flare had receded somewhat, putting him once more at his usual girth and size – but still he sucked in a gasp and shivered softly at the touch. Lukas smirked, licked his lips again, and turned his paw to wrap his fingers around him. “Not if you ever wanna cram this into one of ‘em.”

“B-but… I’ve…”

Lukas watched in delight at the way the hyena’s muzzle scrunched up, sliding so sweetly between pleasure and tension as he stroked. He squeezed along the firm-soft flesh of his shaft, pushed up towards his pre-slickened head, ran back down… settled himself into Kieran’s lap with his legs spread around him, and his own hard shaft twitching as well. When did I take my pants off? When did that happen…?

Kieran swallows again. “I’ve – crammed it into you…”

“Hah. No, honey.” Hell, it’s already hard to resist… I mean, the way I can feel him pulsing?... “I’ve crammed it into me.”

“Just – be careful, I’m still – really sensitive, and… and…”

Huge, monstrous paws hovered about the otter’s thighs, then came in to squeeze. Lukas purred softly, wiggling himself side to side, back and forth; he thrust forward against the underside of Kieran’s much larger, much wider shaft, then with one paw squeezed both of them together while the other brushed his full head off to the side a bit, otherwise it would throb and twitch directly between their muzzles.

“Would you… maybe…” Kieran glanced away, his ears folding. “Teach me how to kiss? Then?”

“Got my… work cut out for me, huh?” Already it was a little hard to think. Lukas pushed his paw down against the flat of Kieran’s head, deliberately wrapping his fingers behind the rim again, and rubbed there. It pulsed ands welled within his palm. “I’d love nothing more. C’mere, you. You got the first part right, at least, but then you… wanna…”

Still he felt as though he were swaying atop a slowly roiling sea, but the confidence from the booze at least helped to push him through. Lips pushed against lips, then released, came back in, released again; there was softer, gentler sucking, first from the otter, then from the hyena – and a softly exhaled moan when Lukas felt his tongue drawn into Kieran’s mouth and rolled between deadly-sharp fangs; then he pulled back again, swallowed a half-mouthful of saliva that was not his own, wiped the back of his paw across his lips, moved in again.

“No, no. Well, maybe… here, instead try… a little bit of this, and…”

As the two had descended deeper into the kiss, so too had Lukas’s paw slid down as well until now he rubbed just behind the rim of Kieran’s medial ring along his shaft. Behind there the skin felt softer, more velvety, like slick, damp silk; it rolled smoothly and easily over his fingerpads and squished in a little bit further.

“…Oh. Hoh, okay, Kier… you’re…”

It was hard to speak with a mouth full of tongue, much larger and wider than those he was generally accustomed to. Taking the otter’s demonstrations to heart, Kieran had quickly adapted his technique and now pushed back into Lukas still straddling his hips, one paw having wandered up to caress his side beneath his shirt, the other still squeezing his rump.

And then the words were taken from his mouth in another slow, gentle suckle, the hyena tongue brushing in between his teeth and his lips and then swirling in further, scooping up underneath his own, flattening against the roof of his mouth, drawing back. Kieran pushed forward against him, sealing lips to lips, then coming back again; he swallowed audibly, sighed out across the otter’s muzzle, tilted his head up with a nuzzle to the cheek, dove back in again.

Lukas’s heart pounded in his chest, and his full, eager arousal twitched between his legs. He drew back, panting through parted, slimy lips, and wobbled for a moment as he reached to tug his shirt off over his head. It landed at the corner of the futon with a gentle pomf, right atop his discarded pants – whenever those had managed to leave his body – and then he awkwardly sidled from one side to the other, to do the same for his underwear as well.

“Lukas…” the hyena murmured, breath smelling so faintly of alcohol. His stature and metabolism meant that none of the drinks he had had would have any effect on him; all of this instead was what he had sucked out of Lukas’s mouth. “You’re not thinking… of-?”

“Oh, I’m – always thinking of it. Trust me.” The otter shifted again to draw the impressive equine length between them. It smacked meatily against Kieran’s own chin, forcing him to grimace and draw back; Lukas wrapped his paws around it, one halfway up the length and the other in its usual place behind the rim of his unswollen flare, and drew it back towards him. “But I just figured, while this is here, why don’t we…”

And from there he leaned back in for the kiss again. Kieran eyed his own shaft, then tilted to the side, lips coming forward for Lukas’s, and met him once more. The soft smacking, the wet slurping, the tense breaths drawn in between barely-parted lips and then sighed back out through flared nostrils came together… and then Lukas opened his mouth a little bit further, tilted his head, and with that paw tugged Kieran’s cock closer to him-

-and swirled his tongue around the rim of his head, then back across Kieran’s tongue again. Soft yet firm arousal pushed up against them, the malleable rim mushing against their cheeks, their lips parting open to brush across the surface. Kieran throbbed, released a shivering sigh across himself, throbbed again; a glob of glistening wetness welled up at the end and began its slow process down along the rounded underside of the were-hyena’s rim, only to then be caught by Lukas’s tongue cupped underneath.

His nose sizzled with the rich, full scent of equine arousal, hot and slick and intoxicating before him here. The warmth of that dribble spread out across him, pooling on his tongue, smoothing over his lips: he drew himself up, suckled briefly at the blunted tip again, but made sure not to swallow.

“Sorry if I’m a little, uh… you know…” Kieran murmured, once again avoiding eye contact. Then he glanced forward again, having to peer around his own shaft to look at Lukas, and throbbed. “I wasn’t… expecting you to…”

“Yes you were,” Lukas replied, the sticky slickness dancing across his tongue as he spoke. Still it felt as though he were inhaling a thick steam instead of air. “Dummy. C’mere…”

This time he went in tongue-first, flicking across Kieran’s lips and then diving in, drawing him forward. The hyena’s ears perked up and then twitched back, and Lukas could feel him adjusting to the new sensation and feeling, his lips pushing forward, holding in place, drawing back again; his tongue pushed forward against the otter’s, then dragged across the surface, then drew back, then pushed forward again; and then Lukas had one paw on the back of Kieran’s head and the other stroking his shaft between them, squishing the supple dank skin up towards his head and then back down, running his fingers across the medial ring as it twitched and bulged and strained, occasionally shifting down to roll huge, heavy balls across his palm.

Then another break in the kiss, the wetness parting between them, coating the inside of Lukas’s mouth and throat as he swallowed. His other paw dropped from Kieran’s head, ran the course of his body, then settled between his own legs to stroke himself in rhythm, now angling the hyena’s in between them again.

“Here,” the otter purred, and flicked his tongue across the rim. Kieran gasped. “Now you’ve kissed with tongue before. But have you kissed with dick?”

“Are you trying to be clever?”

“You’re still talking, which means your mouth isn’t busy, which means-”

When Lukas leaned in again he did so with his lips pursed against the rim of Kieran’s head, angling him in. The hyena’s eyes widened, then slitted; then he huffed a sigh, swallowed, and opened his mouth as well… so that the head of his own cock could push up against him, firm-soft flesh squishing between lips and across tongue, thick dribbles of pre streaking down the side, smearing along his fur. Lukas met him in there as well, head turned slightly to the side to allow space for his shaft out the side of his mouth.

It was messy business, alternating between sucking and slurping, swallowing and trying to breathe. He halfway suckled at Kieran’s cock and halfway at his tongue, bobbing his head forward and back. By now he had lost his sense of what was drool and what was pre, between the various frothy globs and sticky, slimy drips catching his lips and rolling down his chin; his nose tingled with the strong scent of boy, lilting heavily on his breath as well, drawing in from Kieran’s mouth when he inhaled through him.

Lukas swallowed, did so again, pulled briefly back. “God – yeah,” he breathed, still pawing at himself. “That’s good shit. Keep on doing that.”

“Wha-?” The hyena’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused. “Huh?”

“Y’know. More of-” Lukas drew back, slid his paw up the hyena’s shaft, circled his tongue around the rim, dove down and suckled and swirled further, then came back up again. “You know.”

“Hang on.” Two large paws came towards him, one beneath his arm to hoist him up a little bit, the other at the back of his head. “You mean more of-”

And then Kieran was the one to start the kiss, head going one way, tongue sliding out right as his lips met the otter’s. Lukas dropped his jaw for him, wanting him deeper, and received precisely this: the broad, flat tongue pushed out inside of him, first folding up against the roof of his mouth and then scooping back down, scraping off the coating of pre mixed with saliva that had gathered there. He felt Kieran sucking at him and trying to draw his tongue forward, so he gladly obliged.

Sharp teeth grazed in along the back of his tongue, leaving little spots of sizzling heat where they pressed. Kieran’s breath puffed out across his muzzle, tickling his whiskers, then rushed in again past him. Lukas couldn’t help but squirm and shiver where he was caught, the hyena’s hard shaft throbbing against his shoulder between them, both paws now focused on himself, one cupping his balls, the other stroking fast and hard, and then Kieran nipped his tongue and scraped his teeth across towards the tip, and-

-when he came it happened all at once, the familiar sensation welling up from inside, growing like a balloon, and then suddenly bursting. His shoulders bucked backwards, his hips jerked forward, and he straightened up, shoved his tongue further into the hyena’s maw, sucked back even as Kieran continued, moaned, moaned again, heard his voice warped and muted by the inside of the mouth pressed against his own – and then wrenched his eyes shut, shuddered, and let the peaking pleasure fire through him, thrusting fast and hard into his paw.

Then without missing a beat Lukas broke from the kiss again and returned his focus to the head of Kieran’s cock, both cum-slickened paws coming up to resume as well. He had to turn his head first one way and then the other to fit the rim of the equine head between his lips, then pressed down so that the firm, spongy flesh squished within his maw. Now his pre squirted up against the roof of his mouth and dripped back down from there, pooling around his tongue so that he had to swallow again and again, exhausted breath heaving in between gulps. He loved the way that the skin of Kieran’s shaft folded up around his lips as he stroked, and his warmth and urgency, and how he thrust his hips as Lukas stroked him, and how he could still taste the hyena’s breath and drool on his lips.

Then, bit by bit, the flexing, the throbbing picked up again. Kieran’s rim started to swell out inside his mouth; knowing what was to come Lukas drew back just far enough so that his lips pulled free, then shifted down to position himself right against the divot at the lower end of Kieran’s head, tongue cupping forward. He closed his eyes, continued stroking, swallowed in preparation…

“Lukas, I’m – gonna-”

…then faster, harder as the were-hyena’s equine shaft started to pulse and twitch and grow. The rim pulled forward, forcing the head to flatten out, while the flesh behind throbbed out as well with the growing flare. One paw remained around the shaft while the other cupped behind that huge flare, fingers squishing into firm, pulsing meat, gripping tight, keeping him sealed against his lips – and then Kieran growled and bucked, and did so again. His balls tugged up between his legs, the skin of his sheath shifted, the pulse of tension ricocheted through his length and took a good half-second to reach the end, and – then Lukas braced himself for the first intensely powerful spurt against the roof of his mouth, like a garden hose turned on full blast.

Hot and rich, the hyena’s load blasted out into his mouth and squirted free from the corners of his cheeks before he could even try to react. Then again, and again, and again, each one with another powerful pulse from the arm-sized shaft in front of him; Kieran’s flare blossomed against his lips in rhythm, trembling as he unloaded into the otter’s mouth, tensing forward, relaxing back, tensing again. Lukas swallowed what he could but let the rest freely flow from his lips, dribbling down across his shoulders, pattering into a slimy puddle along the carpet of the dorm.

He remained in place while the hyena finished up, Lukas’s shaft still throbbing, the arousal still fluttering through him. Kieran flopped back across the futon, mouth open, eyes closed, chest heaving in unsteady panting; gradually his shaft started to soften and pulled away from Lukas’s maw, though the otter made sure to clamp his lips tightly shut.

“Thanks… for that,” Kieran breathed. “Do you think I was – okay, though? Sorry it was… so bad at first; like I said I just… haven’t…”

His ears twitched, his short whiskers flicked. He opened his eyes just in time to see Lukas leaning in for another kiss, cheeks bulging around a mouthful of were-hyena seed. Kieran blinked, opened his mouth in shock – and then received that kiss regardless, the high, spiked taste of his own load rushing across his tongue as Lukas re-unloaded.

Kieran jerked, surprised, and tried to wiggle his way free, but then eventually settled in. His throat pulsed, his tongue lashed, flicked… circled, swirled, found Lukas’s, slipped across the slimy surface. Lukas sucked and swallowed in turn, gladly pulling in whatever sticky slickness dribbled into the back of his throat, fully aware that his breath stank of were-hyena musk and cum, and loving every second of it.

Then when he drew back again his legs trembled, and he had to sit down on the nearby coffee table. Lukas reached up, wiped at his mouth, wiped again; in front of him Kieran flopped back yet again. The hyena half-raised a paw, let it drop, then waved it again.

“Hey,” he managed, and hoisted his head up. “Thanks. I think this was… really helpful.”

“Oh, of course.” Lukas wiped his mouth once more. “But, uh… don’t try doing any of that the first time you kiss someone. For that it’s usually good to… y’know. Keep it simple.”

“But this was the first time I kissed you though?”

“Well, I mean…” and the otter shrugged, an odd, awkward movement with his elbows still braced on his legs. “First, like, sixty. I don’t know. I lost count…”

“Yeah, but still…”

Lukas kept an ear perked over his shoulder once he pushed back up from the table. He strode across the room, leaned into the bathroom, swiped a towel from the rack, and busied himself with smearing the spillage from his mouth.

Kieran looked back up at him. “Good to have it. Y’know?”

“For sure.” He tossed the towel to the hyena.

“If I, y’know, need to, could I, um…” Kieran winced a bit as he worked at his shaft, gradually receding into his sheath. Lukas couldn’t look away. “Come back and practice some more, if I need to?”

“Dude. Literally any time. I’m always around.” On his way to retrieve his clothing, the otter paused again. “Hell. If it’s that urgent that you, uh, practice, then just send me a text. I’ll slip out of class and meet you in the bathroom somewhere. Sound good?”

Kieran grimaced again. The towel stuck to the base of his shaft, then peeled wetly away at a slow tug. He swallowed, sighed, and looked at Lukas again.

“Sounds perfect.”