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“R-Roboto, are you sure we should be doing this…?”
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Ever since Arial transferred to Glyph Grove High, nothing had been the same.
What were once Roboto’s awe-inducing achievements were now Arial’s, what was once Roboto’s top-of-the-class ranking was now Arial’s, and what was once Roboto’s high-status reputation was now Arial’s. It seemed that Arial had taken everything Roboto once had in this school, and he was blatantly unapologetic for all of it, often acting smug when he and Roboto unfortunately saw each other in the hallway.
Roboto’s patience was growing thinner by the millisecond: no matter how hard they tried to ignore him, Arial seemed to only target them.
“Essays are due today at the end of class... Everybody, please remember to write ONLY IN BLACK INK. No blue, no red, and please no magenta.”
Roboto had worked for days on this essay, and he was particularly sleep-deprived today due to his constant effort on it.
“Hey Roboto!” Arial sauntered over to Roboto’s desk, and looked at their laptop. “You need someone to edit your essay? I figured you’d need a mentor on it.” Arial smirked.
“Hey Arial, can you fuck off for today?” Roboto retorted, speaking under their breath so as to not draw unnecessary attention to themselves. They could already feel the exhausted anger building up inside them, and they couldn’t stand to be around Arial again, especially not today. “I’m at the end of my tether with your bullshit.”
“‘End of your tether?’ You’ve been writing for too long, I’m concerned for your well-being.” Arial flashed Roboto a mocking grin, bravely showing all those pretty teeth that they wouldn’t mind punching out. “You’ve got a good vocabulary. You’re not gonna come for my crown, are you?” He rested both his elbows on Roboto’s desk.
Roboto swiftly stood up, still talking in a whispered tone. “When I said fuck off, Arial, I meant it, alright?”
Arial stayed put, and only smiled up at Roboto as they stood in their chair. After a few seconds of exasperated eye contact, Roboto sat back down.
“You need some sense knocked into you, brat.” they threatened.
“Oh, I’m a brat? Like you’re not the one angry at my presence constantly?” he countered, shutting Roboto up for a good few seconds. “Maybe I wouldn’t be such an asshole to you if you weren’t one to me.”
“Maybe–” Roboto was cut off by the buzz of the bell ringing. At this point, they had little concern about P.E.
But they were headed toward the gym anyways.
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“R-Roboto, are you sure we should be doing this…?” Arial stammered, hands loosely intertwined behind Roboto’s neck.
“Oh, look who’s crying now.” Roboto, still hung on to Arial, pulled him into the locker room showers and closed the door.
“I mean… I expected to get beat up or something, but–” Roboto put the faucet on, prompting Arial to shiver at the cold water hitting his skin.
"Oh, you'd like that." Roboto mocked. “Get on your knees,” and without giving it a second thought, Arial obeyed, eliciting a slight chuckle from Roboto. “...You’re such a good boy, aren’t you…?” Roboto cupped Arial’s chin, and with the other hand, unzipped their jeans. The jeans hit the floor and Roboto gently tugged down his boxers, freeing his dick.
Roboto grabbed a fistful of Arial’s hair and pulled him forward, leaving him only centimeters from their cock. “Aww, what’s wrong?” they teased.
“Good lord…”
Arial muttered and then moved forward, gently licking the tip of Roboto’s dick before taking about half of it in his mouth. As he gently moved back and forth on it, Roboto used the grip on his hair to guide his movement to take the entire thing.
He gagged at the size as drops of water rolled down his face, slightly overstimulating him. Roboto began to thrust harder into Arial’s mouth, their pace rhythmic.
Arial stopped and started working his tongue up Roboto’s cock, forcing Roboto to muffle a groan with one of their hands, the other still gently pulling Arial’s hair.
Arial, taking charge of the situation, started fully servicing Roboto’s cock, taking the full length of it in his mouth once again and moving up and down on the shaft.
“F-fuck, Arial, slow down…” Roboto whimpered, thrusting their hips into Arial’s mouth once again. Arial gently held Roboto’s hips in place to keep them from bucking their hips too much. He then focused on going at a rhythmic pace.
“F-Fuck, Arial… I’m about to–” But before they could finish, their cock slipped out of Arial’s mouth. “P-Put it back in…” they whined desperately.
“Yes sir~” Arial replied, taking Roboto’s dick into his mouth again. He let Roboto lead the pace again, their hands on the back of Arial’s head.
As Arial quickened the pace, Roboto felt their thrusts get more desperate and they found it harder to control the noises they were making. They could only hope that none of the coaches or students walked in for extra gym clothes at this time and heard the two of them, especially Arial, whose gags were louder than any sound Roboto could make.
“F-Fuck– Fuck~ Arial, Arial–” Roboto muttered under their breath, and Arial had little time to prepare before they grasped Arial’s hair and pulled him fully towards Roboto as they came deep into his throat.
“G…Good god…” Roboto pulled his dick out of Arial’s mouth and turned off the faucet. “S-Sorry…”
“Don’t apologize… You taste good, you know…” Arial responded, still looking up at Robato.
“Fuck, class is probably still going on, we gotta hurry…”
“Why would you want to go to P.E.? Skip with me.”
“Mister top student over here.”
“Listen…” Arial stood up and loosely hugged Roboto around the waist. “Just come with me? Come onnn, I just sucked your dick, you have to.”
“You’re sick.” Roboto smiled teasingly. “But fine. Where do you wanna go?”
“...Can we get Dairy Queen? There’s one nearby here.”
“...Fine.”