Köel pov:

I turn away from my finicky brother and his nagging.

I gaze into the waiting eyes of the silent dude in front of me.

I want to kiss his cracked lips.

I want to feel him just as he feels me.

I lean in. While he doesn’t move I can tell he’s anticipating.

I let a hot breath fan his lips before, finally.

Contact.

My moisturized lips meet his hard and cold ones.

I don’t give a fuck that my brother is watching.

I couldn’t care less about the few students going down the stairs next to me.

I kissed him.

I kissed him.

I feel full and warm.

I feel warmer than warm.

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I feel hot.

I feel–

“Thank you, dear”

…

Pause.

He spoke.

This time I know he did.

I didn’t imagine it this time.

Wait, did I?

I turn to look at my brother who looks how I feel–shocked, intrigued, the works.

I barely have time to continue my inner monologue when he speaks again,

“Don’t panic. I really did speak,”

His pov:

Oh no, my lovely is panicking.

I have to find a way to calm her down.

Her little face is reddening so much.

I know what I’ll do.

I reach my hand out, slowly.

Pat.

Pat.

Köel pov:

He is patting my head.

Pat.

Pat.

I can’t help but stare at him. His pats are oddly comforting and I feel my heart rate start to soften.

Suddenly I’m overcome with emotion.

More like overcum hehe

I grab his hands from my head and place them on another which makes him flinch but he does not pull away.

His pov:

I’m touching her…his…

I'm touching--

I’m touching cock.