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Fischl and Razor were sitting at their usual table in the library, engrossed in their respective books. Fischl was reading a fantasy romance novel, her cheeks flushed with excitement as she turned the pages. Razor, on the other hand, was trying to make sense of a biology textbook that Lisa gave him to study. His brow furrowed as he stared at the pictures.
He flips through the pages, trying to understand diagrams and labels, but this was not a beginners book, it's all so confusing.
“Can Princess help me understand this part?" He asked Fischl with some hope, pointing to a diagram of human anatomy in his book. Fischl, caught by the thrill of being more than capable to help with reading, closed her novel and turned to face Razor.
“Oh, my noble wolfish ally, is a shadow of distress veiling thee?” She started “Pray, dost thou require the benevolent hand of the Prinzessin der Verurteilung to lighten the burden that doth weigh upon thy shoulders?” Razor’s eyes shining at whatever she was saying, but obviously confused. Ozz was dismissed that day, so Fischl then cleaned her throat and started again.
“Aham…Of course I’ll help you, as you know I am a benevolent Princess after all” she continued, confidently making a pose “Now let me see…” and Razor smiled gratefully as Fischl leaned over with an excited face to take a look.
She traced her finger along various parts of the book’s diagram as she explained them to him softly - heart, lungs, diaphragm, really seemed hard like that…
“Hm… would you like me to point that out?”
Razor nods eagerly, grateful for Fischl's offer. She gets closer to him, then gently touches her index finger to each area on him. He begins to get some Idea of the words he needed, but also feels a nice sensation to her light touches on him.
Razor mirrors Fischl's touches on her to confirm what he was understanding and she also feels subtle warm goosebumps.
“This book says the pancreas is roughly in this area. It’s supposed to be located deeper than the stomach, can you feel it? Right here?” She places her hand on his abdomen, just below his unclothed rib cage.
Razor nods, focusing on the sensation of his skin beneath her warm palm, memorizing the place he should learn but also sending pleasant shivers through him.
“I think I’m starting to understand” He hesitates and asks “Hmm, what about this?”
Fischl smiles at the asked picture and directs her hand upward, toward his lower back.
“The kidneys are located, hmm, here, just a bit low on either side of the spine” He closes his eyes to record in his mind where It might be
“Like, here?” Razor also rests his hands on her lower back
“Y-yes” She replies more aware now of his touches. As Razor confirms the new spot, he feels a sudden urge to explore further. He gently presses his fingers into her flesh, tracing the contours of Fischl's spine. Their proximity was making their sides press at each other.
“What about… this lower one? What is described there?” He genuinely wanted to keep understanding more, but also feel more.
“Err...hm...” she paused for a moment before continuing on with her explanation, but proceeded anyway. Fischl hesitantly moves her hand over to his groin area and traces a brief moviment over his member, with her red face facing the other way.
“scrotum is here and your shaft and penis glans” Razor almost jumps at his seat by the surprisingly good sensation and the realization of how intimate this one touch was. She retracts her hand fast.
The boy, even getting the level of proximity of their actions, still wanted to confirm. He gently caressed her thigh, Fischl jumped at his movement but didn't move away, so he went up to where her legs meet.
“Here?” his already rough voice starting to sound lower at a whisper now
Fischl's breath hitches slightly at Razor's touch, she bites her lip, considering his question.
“ungh.. yes, but…” she enjoyed and got speechless to the fondness of his contact, but too shy to keep the explanation properly, so she pointed on his book page the part saying vulva and clitoris.
Looking at the image, Razor couldn't help but slide his finger down through her mound over her bodysuit. He felt her muscles tensionate when his index traces where the said clit could be.
“Oh” a heavy breath from her and he removed his touch back to himself. The soft sound echoes in both their Heads.
Razor's cheeks were also a bit red and his pants were feeling uncomfortable at this point. Fischl shyly looked at him, almost going to ask something, but stopping before even starting.
He understood that she felt the same he was feeling. Somehow hot and craving for more, but also vulnerable. Both looked at eachother eyes, surprised and interessed.
“Princess wants to study this part more with me? I… want to know more… couldn't understand yet”
“Yes! I mean…” she looks around the library, making sure no one is watching, and also thanks Barbatos in thoughts for the fabric over their desk being long enough to hide them “For the sake of our boundless pursuit of knowledge, we shall continue” and proceeds to hold the book up this time, shielding their faces from the world.
Their hearts pounded in their chests as they slowly began to stroke each other's intimate parts through the fabric of their clothes under the table. Mixed with questions about what was what, It felt so wrong yet so right at the same time; like a secret they were sharing only with themselves in this quiet corner of the library.
Razor’s fingers linger on the warm, soft mound between Fischl’s legs. He can feel a slight dampness through the fabric of her bodysuit, and the heat emanating from her core sends a shiver down his spine. His own body responds to the intimacy, his cock stiffening even more and straining against his pants by Fischl's gentle touches in details.
It felt strangely thrilling yet innocent at the same time, since they were still technically just friends learning together in public.
Fischl let out a soft moan that was muffled by her lip bite, but still audible enough to make Razor shiver with anticipation. He responded by reaching her clit again with a light touch, eliciting another moan from her.
Fischl leaned closer to Razor, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Do you want me to...?" Her voice trembled slightly with anticipation and nerves.
Razor nodded silently, his eyes locked on hers as he reached down between them and gently guided her hand towards his erection. She hesitated for a moment before wrapping her fingers around him tightly, stroking him slowly up and down while moaning softly into his ear.
In response, Razor reached out once more underneath the tablecloth until he found what he was looking for again, Fischl's wet pussy lips waiting eagerly for contact, her legs more open due to their explorations.
He slides her bodysuit bottom to the side, being able to touch her directly and traced circles around her sensible nub, teasingly before slipping one finger inside of her wet slit causing both to gasp simultaneously.
As Fischl and Razor continued their secret handjob session under the table, their touches became more urgent and deliberate. Razor's fingers slide across her slippery folds, bumping her clit from bottom to up, while she squeezed his cock in time with his heartbeat. Their breathing grew heavier as they lost themselves in each other's touches.
Each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout both bodies culminating finally into an explosive climax. They both let out muffled cries as their fingers work feverishly against each other finally coming to rest with sticky satisfaction.
Spurts of cum splattered onto their clothes and nearby furniture leaving behind telltale stains that would forever remain.