It’s early. He’s playing with your hair, downright paternal. It feels like an ironic charade of fatherhood, vaguely sleazy. You can see it from outside your body: Bro’s sharp shades, inverted reruns, time running backwards and unspooling, you across his lap. You’re nauseous, like that time you got heat stroke and puked down the front of Bro’s white polo shirt, it’s that same lurch in your stomach, or maybe somewhere further down – further back. It’s salt and sweat and his tacky leather gloves, his big palm, his thumb plowing furrows into your hair. You’re lax, ragdoll physics, rolling with his flat strokes across the back of your skull. You’re roadkill baking out in the sun. He’s pawing at you, rolling you over his dick, and you’re breaking down the center, brittle. It’s hard to breathe, now that you’re thinking about it, the air is too humid and whatever he gave you still has you fucked up, a bit too far to the side, slanting sideways. You can feel your heartbeat in your dick.

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He was startled awake from an anxiety dream about Mobei-jun’s impotence by the System’s dissonant not-voice blaring into his subconsciousness.【Scenario pusher unlocked,】It said at a volume wholly unsuited to the early hours of the morning.【Invest 100 B-points for the chance to cash out on 500 B-Points! Don’t miss out on this unbeatable deal!!

It took a second for the words to compute, but when they did, he was nearly capsized by a surging tide of indignation. Unlocked?! Then why did he have to pay a hundred B-Points? What was this, a pay-to-win gambling game?! Scenario pusher for what?

【You are being given the exclusive opportunity to reduce your C-Points! Don’t miss out! ＼(≧▽≦)／】

Just – just what was a C-point? He was too tired for this. Too tired, and too squished. The room was still dark, and he was serving as his king’s little spoon, so close that he worried he’d disappear into the chiseled gap between Mobei-jun’s pecs.

Either unknowing or uncaring of his plight, the System chirped,【C-Points refer to Celibacy Points. Your C-Points are currently maxed out! Engage in papapa to reduce your C-Points!】

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Sometimes, he’s more animal than human. When they fuck with his teeth deep in Yuuji’s shoulder, it’s all salt and meat and sweat-tang-saliva-sting. It tastes like relief – protection, homesickness, some listless thing finding a purpose, finding a home in brother’s blood-body-soul.

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Truly, Luo Binghe’s tongue would be capable of terrible things once she figured out how to use it – not that Shen Qingqiu would know. She’d only read a twenty-million word love letter to said tongue. What was there to know?

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He’s not sure when it got dark. He’s not sure if they’re allowed to be all alone together like this. Her friends are gone. The teachers are gone. There’s something unreal about it all, something that bothers him – it’s as though the world moves to make spaces for them to be alone together, like they’re the only living people. Here is their private universe in all of its vast, hungry emptiness. He holds onto her like a starving man – if not with his hands, then with his heart. If not with his heart, then with his soul. They’re alone together in all this nothingness, aren’t they?

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