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“I don’t want you to go,” Asriel tells Kris, his arms wrapped around their waist, his nose buried in the back of their neck.
“Asriel,” they half whine. “He’s waiting for me.”
“But I want you here,” Asriel pleads.
“Azzy,” they say, softly, and Asriel knows he’s got them, boyfriend be damned.
“Stay,” he whispers again, leaning back and pulling them onto the bed with him.
His heart is racing. If anyone walks in, he can play this off as friendly sibling play fighting. But…
“Please,” he adds, half commanding, half begging.
“He’s waiting-”
Asriel lets his fingers slip under Kris’s waistband, just enough to let them know what he means.
“Kris,” he breathes, low.
They sigh and relax in Asriel’s embrace. “He’s going to be upset,” they tell him.
“He’s been upset before,” he reminds them, snaking his hand down their pants and eliciting one of the soft moans he’s been craving so dearly.
Asriel barely has to stroke them before they’re a writhing mess in his lap. Their breathing comes in short gasps, and Asriel plants a wet kiss on their neck as they come, all shaky breaths and low whines.
They’ve made a mess of their pants and Asriel’s hand, but neither one cares. They lie there, catching their breath for a while, Asriel’s hand wrapped around Kris’s sticky member even after they go soft. He doesn’t mind.
Kris shifts, not so subtly telling Asriel to remove his hand. He does, as much as he doesn’t want to, and Kris shuffles towards the door.
Asriel would be content to watch them walk away, go see the other most important person in their life, but instead of leaving, Kris shuts the door. “This is the last time,” they lie to him.
They said that last time.
The stalk back to him after shedding their pants and underwear, probably the first time in years since they’ve done this, Asriel notes, and his heart races at the sight.
“Kris,” he says pointlessly as they climb back onto the bed. Asriel is already hard, but the blush that Kris is sporting sends another rush of blood directly to his dick.
“Take the pants off,” Kris commands breathlessly, already in position.
Asriel eagerly complies, wrestling his the offending garments off his lower body and hastily throwing them to the floor.
It’s been a while since they’ve done any of this; not since Kris started seeing their boyfriend Ralsei. Asriel wonders if they’ve learned anything new from being with him, or if they’ve even fucked him yet.
“I’m-” their blush deepens, and it sends a needy throb through Asriel’s cock.
“You’re…?”
Instead of replying, they lean down, face redder than a tomato, and take Asriel into their mouth.
“Oh,” Asriel moans. They’ve never done oral before. Until now, it’s been strictly dry-humping and hand jobs. “Is this from-”
He cuts himself off with another moan, because goddamn Kris is good at this, and they make a ‘hmm’ sound, as if to say, ‘yes, I did learn this from being with Ralsei.’
They’re not able to take much of his shaft, but they make up for it with speed and technique, making sure to give his head special attention.
“Fuck,” Asriel murmurs, forcing himself not to grab their head and push down. Instead, he gathers fistfulls of bedding and tries not to scream out his orgasm.
“Kris, I’m gonna-”
They pull away just in time to not get a mouthful of come, instead opting to let Asriel make a mess on his stomach.
“Next time,” he huffs, “I want to suck you.”
Kris is already getting into their secret shared stash of wipes. “Asriel.” They drop a wipe on his stomach before cleaning themself. “We can’t keep doing this.”
Asriel starts cleaning his own fur. “Why not?”
“My boyfriend, for one.” Meticulously, they wipe themself clean.
Asriel rolls his eyes. “Kris, we’ve been over-”
They cut him off, already up and halfway through putting a clean pair of jeans on. “Let’s not talk about this. I’m going to Ralsei’s. Hopefully he won’t break up with me for being late again.”
“Kris,” Asriel tries again.
They ignore him, quickly leaving and shutting the door behind them, leaving him to stare up at the ceiling by himself.
He’s alone now, but he knows he won’t be for long. No matter how many times Kris vows they won’t do these things with him any more, they always change their mind in the heat of the moment.
Someday they’ll come around. Someday, they’ll realize they were made for each other. Asriel just has to have patience with his sibling, is all.