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Mysta’s sleep is disrupted by a string of alerts coming from his phone.
“Hm?..” he rubs his eyes, yawning aggressively, followed by an annoyed groan.
His face burns from a ray of sun, which had seemingly shone on him throughout his sleep. More rays of sunlight begin to creep through his curtains, illuminating his room in a hazy, yellow light. He lazily grabs his phone off his bed side, but is startled as he almost drops it onto the floor, fully waking himself.
”What time is it…?” The flash of his phone gives him an immediate answer, which he can only just make out from the blurriness of his eyes, “1…29”.
His eyes are just beginning to adjust to his surroundings, along with the light glaring at him through his phone, so he turns down the brightness as he squints in pain.
Another alert sounds, startling him once more. It’s from the group chat, so he opens it to see what’s going on:
Vox: HEY MY BOIS WANNA GO TO TOWN!!
Shu: Suree!!!
Mysta: Holy shit bro I just woke up
Mysta: Sure when for?
Vox: I was thinking 2:20, should give us some time to wake up fully and get ready
Shu: Are Luca and Ike even awake, lemme tag them @lucaur.dz @ikey.wikey
Shu: Oh wait Ike’s online now
Mysta: IKEY WIKEY
Ike: Hey guysss what’s up?
Mysta: Wanna go to town with the boys? :D
Ike: Sorry I can’t today, already made plans with my Mum, you guys go without me
The sudden rush of adrenaline leaves Mysta’s body knowing that Ike won’t be there. He never really seemed to notice this until now, but being around Ike made going out much more fun.
He just happens to be most fond of him recently compared to the rest of his friends, and there’d been some..small events which had even caused him to speculate his feelings for him. Though Mysta can’t seem to put his finger onto why he feels this way, after all, anything Ike has said or done seemingly had no intention to give him these feelings.
Ike just makes him feel something..different? in a way. Though, he’s always wondered if Ike feels that same way about him. Something about Ike not being there makes going out seem much less appealing to Mysta.
Mysta: I mean, maybe we could plan it for another day so Ike can join!
Mysta: We don’t get many chances to go out all together right?
Luca: Sorry I fell asleep, I can come.
Luca: Oh nvm is it off?
Vox: Ye that’s true, when are you lot next free
Ike: I might be free next Tuesday?
Mysta: So long away 😪
Luca: POGGG!!
Shu: Unpog
Luca: UNPOG!
Vox: Next Tuesday then
Ike: Sorry guys :(
Mysta: Don’t worry bro ur good!!
Mysta shuts off his phone, face planting his pillow. “AGGHHH…ehhh”. The only way he can get out of bed is by rolling off, and so he does; *THUD* “ow”.
He still can’t be arsed getting up, and so he just lies there for a moment, still thinking about Ike, unsure of his feelings for him.
He struggles to sit up in the small space between his bed and the wall, then leans against his bedside table, sighing in distress. His hand fumbles around on his bed in search for his phone, and when he finds it, he opens it back up with Face ID, sending him straight to the group chat. Then for a short while, he kind of just stares at his phone, contemplating what to do.
His finger moves to hover over Ike’s profile picture, before pressing it to be taken to his profile page, filled with images of him and his friends, and cats. He clicks on the most recent picture, a mirror selfie from a few weeks ago.
Holy shit he’s pretty, it was a picture Ike had taken with Vox in a shop in town. He zooms into Ike’s face. His hair had been swept to the side with a blue hair clip to secure it, revealing his golden eyebrow piercing which tended to hide behind his bangs. And Ike wore his usual warm smile. He was wearing a turtle neck as per usual, but this time, more of a skin fitted sweater, showing off his curvy waist, and he was even wearing some new rounded glasses.
As Mysta looks at Ike’s body, his left hand reaches down to his trousers, to feel his dick as it tugs against them.
Maybe he has a lot more than just feelings for him.
A pillow sits by his side, which had just so conveniently fallen with him, and an idea comes to his mind, to which he responds by placing the pillow on his lap, almost directly on his crotch. “Maybe.. this will work…?” He contemplates what he’s about to do for a second before beginning to kiss the pillow, as if it were Ike.
His left hand naturally reaches to cup Ike’s cheek, the other subconsciously trails down his back, causing it to arch. His hand then moves from Ike’s cheek to pull at the soft hair at the back of his head, and his lips move down to his neck.
Mysta lifts the pillow off his lap, cutting off his active imagination, then climbs back to his feet. He throws the pillow onto his bed and proceeds to crawl on top of it.
As much as he feels a bit guilty doing this, thinking these things about.. his friend, as long as he doesn’t know…
In his head he can just imagine Ike being flustered beneath him, it sends a warm feeling down to his stomach, then straight to his dick. “Shit.”
His arms threaten to give way when feelings of lust begin to weaken his limbs, and he struggles to hold his body weight up. But soon enough he starts softly kissing the pillow, gently caressing it, then putting more force into the kiss.
His breathing becomes heavy. The adrenaline in his body causes his hand to shake as he drags it along Ike’s petit but muscular torso, whilst his lips move down to his neck and collar bone, biting and sucking at his soft skin. He soon moves back up to kiss Ike’s lips, inserting his tongue, with little moans as he does so.
Mysta pulls down his boxers to free his dick, which stands upright into the pillow; just the friction of it brings him pleasure. He pants, already tired, before he gradually begins to grind against Ike’s hips, burying his face into his neck, and letting out little gasps and traces of moans.
Just grinding wasn’t enough, so he leans over the side of his bed, searching his drawers for some lube. When he finds some, he coats his hands with it, then cups them around his dick as if to be Ike’s entrance. And with his lack of patience, his hand immediately begins to travel up and down his dick, sending a shooting sensation to his prostate.
He thrusts hard into Ike. “Ahhh, shit I-,” moans begin to flow out of his throat as he uncontrollably thrusts harder and harder. “I-ike.” Each time he penetrates Ike’s insides, he can feel his cock twitch, pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
He feels unreasonably good, a warm feeling swells through his lower region as if to be the real thing. He can almost hear Ike’s moans in his head as he hits all of his sweet spots, and the clear image of Ike’s body in his head drives his dick crazy.
His hand grips onto Ike’s waist as he picks up in pace. “Sh-shit,” he’s so close, unable to stop any of the heavy moans which escape his throat. But then…
*knock knock*
Mysta halts for a moment, then tries to thrust more in time to answer the door. “Shit shit shit… fuck,” he’s almost there, but he can’t in time.
He stumbles off his bed, rushing to the door to wipe his dick and hand on a towel which had been hung up. He then pulls up his boxers and slips into whatever trousers he can find.
“COMINGG!” He hops around, still struggling to put on his trousers, before he races downstairs and swings open the front door, to be greeted by…
“MYSTA BEAASSTT!” Vox gives Mysta a tight hug whilst Mysta on the other hand tries his best to avoid touching him with his unwashed hands.
“What are you doing he- WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?” the fox yelps in his signature screechy tone.
“Did u not see the group chat? We’re off out now. Ike can come since his mum’s feeling under the weather,” Vox replies.
There’s no way it’s already 2:20, he’d been at it with “Ike” for the past 25 minutes.
Mysta’s head whips towards Vox’s car, to see a blue haired novelist laughing at him behind his fellow sorcerer friend. The same blue haired novelist he was just fucking a few seconds ago.
Mysta becomes hyper aware of the needy boner still tugging at his trousers.
Shit. “SHIT I NEED TO GET DRESSED, UHH… ONE SECOND!” Mysta slams the door shut, then races back upstairs to get changed.
In the car now Mysta is dressed and ready, slightly scruffy but at least he remembered his wallet this time. He didn’t really have the time to style his hair too much, so he only put on a headband to make it look like he’d done something with it. There are two silver helix piercings on his right ear, and of course he’s wearing his leather gloves. He had thrown on a brown sweater; some black skinny jeans; and black boots, so really just an ordinary outfit for him.
Luca isn’t in the car, so he guesses that they haven’t picked him up yet, and as if to read his thoughts, Vox now announces that that they’re off to his house.
Vox at the front is driving, with the seat next to him reserved for the rather largely built mafia boss. Shu is at the left window, Ike in the middle, and next to Ike, is a horny little fox.
Mysta’s boner is still throbbing, not to mention the fact he’s next to the person who caused it in the first place, which doesn’t help. His jeans stick up a little, making it relatively obvious of what’s going on.. for anyone who was to look there.
The car ride to Luca’s is relatively quiet. Mysta looks downwards at Ike’s lower half, not wanting to draw attention by looking directly at him. His hands look so pretty, graceful even, as they lay elegantly on his lap. To add to this, he’s wearing his fishnet gloves, with a few rings over them and his are nails painted in a clear polish, giving them a glossy effect.
He wears a white trench coat, yet different to his regular one; a dark-grey turtleneck sweater; and his usual white trousers and black and gold heels. Though, since it’s summer, his signature blue scarf is nowhere to be seen.
Mysta then looks into the front mirror, able to momentarily look at Ike’s face without being noticed.
He really does look pretty, his hair’s styled the same as it was in that picture he saw earlier, though, today, he has two golden hair-grips used to keep his hair to the side instead. He also has the same circular glasses on, Mysta finds they suit him a lot, the golden chains always manage to finish off the look too, especially with them matching his eyebrow piercing. Ike doesn’t have his ear piece on today, but he still has his quill earings in. He also seems to be wearing a light brown eyeliner, but dark enough to be seen through his glasses.
The longer Mysta looks at Ike, the more these feelings seem to grow.
They show up to Luca’s house, who immediately runs and hops into the car, “hey guys~ what’s up~!”.
“Hi Luca,” Ike giggles at his arrival.
Just hearing Ike’s laughing caused something to go off inside Mysta, he tries his best to brush it off though before also greeting Luca, “hey brooo!”
“Hey Lucaur,” Shu smiles.
Followed by a reply from Luca, “hey princess,” he jokes in a girly voice. But Shu seems to shy away as he says that and Mysta can’t help but to notice.
At the front Vox smiles at Shu through the front mirror. Seems like the demon also knows something that Luca doesn’t.
Vox then switches his gaze towards Ike, then Mysta, observing the two.
Seems like this demon knows a lot of things.