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Graphia Academy has a round of exams every semester, even for those tired seniors who have been burnt out at the hands of the school itself. Two weeks, sixteen subjects, and lots of hours spent pulling one's hair out over the sheer volume of materials.
It was the low-point of many people's youth experiences. Evanescia and Caelus included.
They had known each other for a while, but this last year they had become classmates. "Eva", as he affectionately called her, was an aspiring mangaka inspired by the likes of The Fluffy. She was waist-deep in college apps, sending her portfolio all across the cosmos to places as far flung as Penacony. In other words, she had no time to study.
Caelus was more than willing to help out.
A tacit, unspoken agreement had come between the two, that they would become "study partners". The two of them consistently did well; Evanescia was naturally smart, but she was busy. Caelus was similarly clever, but held back by a lack of motivation.
Evanescia became that motivation in his life; he would write down note just so he could send them at 8PM the night before an exam, he'd spend hours chatting away, explaining concepts from classes she had missed. In the dynamic, she would give back with explanations of math, imagenesis, and other subjects Caelus was weaker at.
They would fill in eachother's gaps, every day spent chatting eachother about the latest homework, upcoming exams. All interwoven with jokes and laughs, drama and gossip.
Turns out, when you talk to someone almost every day, something profound would start to bloom, whether you like it or not.
This status quo would remain until the exams, where their bond would be tempered in the forge of standardized testing.
"And, oh God, when Mr. Welt lifted up my pencil case, I was convinced we were done for. Turns out, he was just checking out the Mecha stickers I stuck to it's side!" Caelus laughs, brushing off the tears as he recollects events from the last two weeks.
It wasn't so painful after all. Evanescia and Caelus had the same room, and their illicit activities went wholly unnoticed.
"Yeah, right? There were so many times where I thought, 'this is it, we're cooked'. But then things turned out fine," she exhales a weary sigh, thankful that it's all over.
An awkward silence rushed into the classroom, wind crept in from the half-open windows and jostled the curtains. The shy and dim evening light pouring into the room, illuminating the couple as they sat across each other in the grid of tables and seats. Caelus had turned his chair around, using the headrest for his arms as he placed his head on them. Evanescia looked at him funny as she sat upright in her seat. There was only the width of one desk between their faces, he rarely got a chance to be this close to her.
"So...last day. Huh?" He grasped at straws to keep the conversation going. "Your rating? I think putting history alongside math was kind of cruel. 4/10, only good part was the easy math essays."
"I kinda gave up on the last question, drew a cute little bunny instead for Mr. Screwllum, hope he gives me extra points for it," she would often mention the small things she doodle on the exam papers; a couple of puppies for Ms. Cyrene's english exam, and now this.
"Man, that's a risky play. If it was Mr. Ratio who saw that, he might turn red in anger."
She puffed up her chest, index finger pointed to the sky, "Zero points-!" her voice broke as she couldn't hold back her giggles from mimicking his odd mannerisms. "Gosh, why does Mr. Ratio always do that? Always keeps me on edge."
In that moment of passive observation—watching her, the most beautiful and sincere person he knew, parodying a pretentious teacher—it was as if time froze. Her positivity was infectious, and her smile jumped from one face to another. Caelus' heart flutters as she laughs with the most honest of smiles.
He is temporarily brought back to a previous conversation he had.
"You know it's so obvious you like her, right?" March said, slurping from the cup in her hands.
"I-is it?" He replies, almost choking on his soda.
"Not even a denial..." Dan Heng remarks from besides him.
March looks around, shoulders tensing in disbelief. "Yes! Everyone can see that. Everyone except her," she drops her drink on the table for emphasis, the ice cubes inside tossing around.
"I've honestly started to believe that Eva likes him back," Dan Heng's cold, calculated voice chimes in again. He plays with his food in front of him, fork rising and falling amidst the sea of brown curry and islands of katsu.
"S-so you're saying I might have a shot?"
"Gosh, you sound so much like a loser anime protag," March exhales. "And stop st-st-st-stuttering!"
Caelus whelps, fake-crying as he proclaims that he can't help but stutter.
Again, Dan Heng has to play mediator and break apart their squabbling. "If you want to make your move, you should do it fast. Finals are coming up and I assume she'd be studying her head off. And after that, you won't have much time left as her classmate."
A broodish Caelus places his hands onto his forehead, contemplating.
"Be decisive with your strikes, as hesitance makes for a weak grip," He ends off sagely. "A Xianzhou quote I live by."
That was about a month ago by now. He took Dan Heng's words to heart and made himself available to her. Trough that, they grew closer and closer. When it was revealed that they were to share an exam room, ideas immediately began forming in their heads.
"When I turn around, I'll zoom in on my screen, you gotta help me, alright?"
"Sure, one finger means A, two means B, and so on and so forth."
"Yes, but, crap, what about the essay questions? I'll mouth them off to you, you can understand that, right Caelus?"
"Uhh, well, I'll definitely try!"
That wasn't the first thing he did for her, spend 3 hours learning how to read peoples lips. He also wrote down notes, prepared summaries, scoured far and wide for practice questions. He even used his good relations with teachers to get them to open up about the exams they made. And when Eva or others in the class wanted to ask something to them, they'd do it trough Caelus.
There was something here; something that stirred deep within Caelus. A bond that was strong as steel, but as fleeting as time slips trough your fingers. He liked being pulled towards her, and by Aha he hopes she likes being pulled towards him. There was something he liked about the smartest girl in class secretly eating out of the palm of his hand.
And...well, he didn't mind if she ate other things from him-
"Helloo?" Evanescia waved her hand in front of his face. "Planarcadia to Caelus, are you still with me?"
"W-wu, huh? O-oh, I'm fine!" He was not really fine, he burnt with a desire to take her with him, to confess his desires, his thirst, his love for her. He floated down from his palace in the sky, pulling his head back from the clouds to look upon her face once more.
A twinkle in her eye which told him everything that he needed to know.
"H-hey," she turned red, the skin around her nose and on her cheeks slowly began to match the color of her hair. "Why staring at me like that, are you okay?"
The moment was perfect, or so he thought; here they were, all alone, as the evening wind and sun coddled them in a gentle warmth. Away from prying eyes, but still with the waxing Phantasmoon bearing silent witness to their tenderness.
A bird chirps in the distance, and leaves gently fall onto the ground. Caelus opens his mouth to speak-
"Are you gonna confess to me?" Evanescia asks.
"W-what?!" Shit, how did she know?
"Oh, please, Caelus," she plays with her hair, sweeping her bangs behind her ear. "It's a little bit obvious."
"I'm sorry, Eva-"
"What is there to be sorry about?"
"Huh?"
She grit her teeth and let out a heavy sigh. He felt his little heart was being held hostage, thorns getting ready to dig in and tear it apart.
But she doesn't judge, nor does she get up and leave. She tilts her head, angling it towards the windows and away from him. But he could still see her glancing at him trough the corners of her eyes.
Caelus perceives the hidden messages and meanings slipped between her words and actions, but he hasn't tried to fish out their meaning yet.
Silence floods the room like water fills a flask, slowly boiling above the fire of awkwardness as Caelus feels his stomach churn with unease. Had he done something wrong? Should he have said something different? Somewhere differe-
"We've already broken so many of the rules," she finally breaks the silence, still looking outside the window as if scouring for something. "What's one more to the pile?"
He raises his gaze in confusion, only to feel her two hands grab his jaw and pull him in for a kiss. His eyes went from uneasy alertness to widened shock as he familiarized himself with the taste of her lips. His neck was in an awkward position, but how could he complain as his worries all melted away within a nebula of sweet compassion.
Caelus kissed her back, closing his eyes like she had done. Trusting her with everything from now on.
Their lips parted, and Caelus focused on her, noticing, for the first time, the sheer complexity and depth of her purple eyes; how he could see himself amidst a field of lavenders within them. She clumsily wiped away any excess from her lips with the back of her hand.
"You've had me stupid, Mr. Caelus," she's oddly stern upon breaking the kiss. "I've spent many nights, unable to put pen on paper because you've smitten me so. And when I could shake myself off of that paralysis, your visage would plague my mind and be the only thing I cared for drawing."
"-!" He didn't say anything, it was more of a shocked, unable-to-respond shake of the head.
"There's three pages of just your face in my drawing book. You know how cheesy that is?"
"...And you haven't shown me?"
"Hmph," she pouts. "I was planning to, but maybe now I won't. See how you like it."
He's trying to balance a tone of diplomatic calmness and a burning desire for more. She's inviting him into this game of cat and mouse, and the reward is...maybe neither of them know, but he's fallen right into her grasp.
"Well," at this moment, he decides to play it cool, puffing up his chest and trying to seem "big" and in complete coolness. "Do you want to...find some peculiar angles of me?"
That didn't come out as he expected, and she reacts as such, whipping into a burst of laughter at his attempt at flirting. "Oh, goodness, there's so many ways you could have played that cool, Caelus. But you really aren't..."
"....That's what I like about you," she finishes off her flurry of remarks with a compliment, much to his confusion. But it's clear that she's enjoying it, he calms down and realizes, he should just be himself here.
"Man...don't blame me, I'm just humble like that," he relaxes his tense shoulders. "I was just offering that...maybe, you can come and sit here with me and show me how an artist draws, y'know?"
"No, Caelus," she stands up, almost kicking the seat as she struts to his side. "I do not know, and, there's not even a place to sit."
"Yes there is," he kicks back, opening up just enough space for her to hypothetically sit on his lap. Hypothetically.
She glanced at him, then at the space made open for her, back to him, and then shut her eyes with a smile. "You're sick."
"For you, yeah," he extended his hand towards her, palm open and turned over, inviting her to sit on his lap. Somehow he had dredged this newfound confidence; once the "goal" is in sight, no one would give it up. Tsch, the stubbornness of man.
She took his hand, her gloved palm brushing up against his rough skin, and she allowed herself to hover above his lap, her legs coming between him and the table. From the outside, this must be a sight to behold; Evanescia and Caelus—long the subject of rumors—now this close to each other, holding hands as she hovers above his lap. Not even March or Dan Heng could know of this.
"Isn't it sore standing like that?" Caelus teases her.
"Yeah."
"Well, sit down then."
"There's a chair there, maybe I should get it," she looks off to her side.
"You can just sit down right now."
She feels him squeeze at her hands trough her gloves. Looking back at him, she sees that kinda-annoying, kinda-charming face that he always puts up when pretending to be clueless.
"Just...be gentle. I do not wish for this to be on my student record..."
"Gentle? Why? Will I do something to yo-" the air is forced out of his lungs as Evanescia practically slams herself down on him, squeezing his thighs amidst her weight and the sturdy wooden chair beneath. Next thing he knows, her arms are dangling over her shoulders as their foreheads touch. His eyes cross to meet her slanted gaze.
"Ahem...as I was saying...will I do something to you?" He picks up where he left off, but she doesn't seem to be listening. No, Evanescia is far too busy with something else, and Caelus would realize so when he feels her hips grind against him.
"Hm, guess I should have asked if you would do something to me," his hands swiftly move to grab her rear. The bravest he's been so far, getting a firm grasp of her buttcheeks.
"Do you ever shut up?" she sounds exhausted having to respond to his endless quipping. "Have you never thought ever to just stay still and enjoy things?"
"That was a bit mean, but point taken," he lets go of her asscheeks and allows her to freely grind on him. Her hands used his shoulders as support while her hips gyrated, invoking silent but breathy moans from the two of them. For Caelus, it looks amazing, her face of silent focus which would periodically break and reveal her own chase of pleasures.
Yes, if this was how things would be, he was more than happy to shut up. He admired her, her brains and her body, this air of closeness was making his brain go haywire; feelings crossed with desires for your high school crush.
She finally breaks her silence and lets out a maddened cackle, a kind of smile crept upon her lips, one which he hasn't ever seen before. It was an inviting, playful smile. One could even say it was of elation.
"Is something wrong?" He asks, concerned by the sudden change of demeanor.
"Whatever happens, Caelus," she warns him before they plunge even further into debauchery. "Whatever happens next...remember..."
"...you started it."
The air instantly changes, and she rushes to kiss him. Caelus' hands gets greedy, and they wander up, up to feel her breasts through the fabric of their stuffy uniforms. He takes them in his hand, feeling her shape as their small pecks turn into a full-blown makeout session. He felt the ridges of her teeth with his tongue as she moans into his mouth, not a care in the world for who might hear them.
"You're loud," Caelus states a simple observation, one that he was willing to push the envelope on. He wanted to hear just how loud she could be.
"Nobody even knows we're here...," she reassures him, as well as implicitly implying that they could, and should do more.
"I mean, if you don't wanna do it...here, we can always," hmm...how would Caelus string the words in his head? He's trying to invite her over to his place without sounding desperate-
"We can always go to your house, right?" Eva finishes his thoughts for him. "Well, what if I want it here?"
"You want it here? What is 'it'?"
"Do not play dumb with me," she scolds him, before once again leaning in for a passionate kiss. Her hips begin to grind into him, insides aching with warmth that spills over in the form of a growing wetness beneath her skirt. Caelus felt that small slit in between her legs poke at his member, painfully insulated by three layers of boring school dress code.
His hand slipped back downwards, and ever so gently snuck beneath her body and with his fingers began petting, circling around her groin. His knuckles ran over the length of her cunt, accruing more and more slick as he repeated this motion.
The fingers that gave her the answer key were now rubbing up against her cunt, the lips that mouthed off essay keywords were now stuck, sloppily interlocked with her own. And even trough his pants, she could feel his already erect cock graze up against her body whilst his hands did the work down there. She wondered, how far was he willing to take this?
"This is all in the way," he gestures towards their bodies, already so close and intimate. Sweat had begun to pool on their uniforms, both from the ambient heat as well as the heat of their actions.
"Oh, and this especially," his fingers go up to the hem of her cotton panties, expectantly tugging at them and letting them snap back to her body with a satisfying clap.
"T-take it off then. Take it all off," she whispers into his ears, jaw still interlocked with his shoulders. He was more than happy to oblige.
The first thing between them to go was her red ribbon, of course, it was the easiest for him to discard. He'd been wanting to do so for a while now, see if by just one simple tug, everything beneath would come bountifully spilling out.
That much turned out to be true, and, surprisingly, Evanescia's tight-fitting top fell open like a house of cards.
"...?"
"I had already unbuttoned my top when you weren't looking, silly." She pokes his cheek. "It doesn't usually all fall apart by one pull of the ribbon. I'd be paranoid of stripping topless everyday in class if that were the case."
Caelus thinks that he wouldn't mind seeing that.
"Ugh, what are you lost in the clouds for? I'm right here, you know?" she slaps the side of his thighs, dragging him away from the Evanescia of his dreams to the Evanescia of his reality.
"Right, my bad. I was thinking of you again."
"You do that often?"
"All honesty, yeah."
"...Creep."
It takes Caelus a moment to realize that she had already taken off her bra, tossed it to the floor besides them, and was now arching her back to give him a full view of her bare chest. When he realizes it, he was taken aback like he had seen a ghost.
"What's wrong? Never seen boobs before?"
Caelus is a little slackjawed, unsure how to respond. "N-not that, I'm just-"
"Go on," she encourages him by grinding on his lap. "Touch them. Make them yours."
What started as a curious, catish poking became a tender massage, and then devolved into Caelus greedily groping her tits with his rough palms. She excites him further by continuing to manically grind onto his lap, sensing just how pent up he's been.
He looks at her with a newfound hunger in his eyes, and she feels something stir within her.
"Do not act rash now-" but it's no use, Caelus has grabbed her by the armpits and lifted her off of him, she is hoisted over like cargo and placed onto the desk.
Caelus' lifted up her skirt around her waist, now exposing her upper thighs and panties to him.
Curiosity flushed her face red as he knelt down in front of her, she was usually as tall as his face, but now he had shrank himself between her thighs. A silent anticipation as Caelus' hands lay on her knees, his breaths drew closer and closer towards her body as their hearts raced as one.
"Caelus, are you-" she got her answer when he pulled down her panties, that final frontier between the two, and pressed his lips up against her cunt.
He started gently, kissing her groin with almost innocent smooches, his head pecking back and forth like a baby chick. He would find a fistful of his hair within her grasp, as if she was taking the reins, pushing and pulling him as a response to his kisses. He extended his tongue until it was flat up against her, sweeping slowly up and down whilst she clung on to his hair for dear, dear life. Going slow, then fast, then slow again. He would alternate between each speed, with long, drawn out pauses of no action to drive her mad. Her thighs were shaking, like a bear-trap ready to crush Caelus' head in, not that he would mind.
"Damnit, Ca-Caelus," she spoke trough muffled whines, eyes struggling to stay open as each second a new node of pleasure had been turned on. "Don't stop, pleas-e!" She held her skirt up for him, giving his hungry mouth uninhibited access to her cunt.
Not that he was gonna, but he certainly won't now. He puffs his lips, hovering right over her clit and sending shockwaves of pleasure that went up her spine.
Evanescia was no stranger to this; two fingers can go a long way. She had even experimented with a few "toys", even, as is common in a land of worldly desires. But nothing of the silicone or mechanical sorts could have prepared her for how good the real thing was, How well Caelus ate her out and was sending every inch of her body to heaven and back. How his simple kisses and licks could make her toes curl and fingers turn pale from gripping the edges of the table; if they weren't clutching the table, they were tugging at his grey hair.
She was shaking, knowing full well she was close to her peak. Caelus had maintained a steady rhythm and pace, it was almost robotic. In that sense he was even better than her toys, because she loved the man more than the battery-powered lotus buried beneath her bed.
What was she thinking about? In that haze, her thoughts had scattered to the wind, losing any semblance of cohesion. Now Caelus' tongue was prying into her cunt, straightening and curling to fill up the empty space and curl up to graze up on all her right buttons.
"Caelus I- I'm gonna...I, I think it's-" she couldnt finish her sentence before she gasped for air, all the tension in her body flushed out at once, marked by a gentle trickle of fluid that trailed down Caelus' chin.
In the end, she was the first one to make a mess.
He reeled back, wiping Evanescia off of his lips with the back of his hand, as if it was any usual spillage of water. He almost took no notice to the girl in front of him, reeling and descending back to earth from the experience.
"Mhm," he pampered his face with his hand, "How was that?"
"Haah-...well...it was...good!" She perks up, feigning non-chalance.
"Mhm, I could tell," proud of his work, Caelus stood up, he was once again taller than her, and their foreheads booped as she let out a cute whine. Caelus embraced her, holding her sides as they took part in each other's tenderness.
He purposely kept her on her toes, not saying anything as they stayed in silence, Evanescia's pleasure still staining the floor beneath them. He wanted her to continue guessing where this all would lead, even if there was that inkling of a feeling within their guts that there was one more thing to be addressed.
"So..." she whistles, "is there, uhm, any other business we have to attend to?"
"Hm? Other business?" Caelus asks innocently. "I mean, we have to clean this up, I assume."
Evanescia is puzzled. "Oh, yes. But...I mean, is there not something else you would like to do?" She points with her eyes, quickly glancing down at his crotch.
Suddenly, she feels his firm grip return to her sides, and her whole body is lifted as the roof becomes the floor and before she knew it she was looking at the floor whilst Caelus rubbed his shaft over his pants on her backside.
"Ah~ I did not know you could be this harsh," she tries to maintain her control over the situation, but that much is hard to do when you're a topless wet horny mess squished onto your school desk.
The gloves are off now, and Caelus allows himself to fulfill his boyish fantasies, feeling up her breasts, waist, and eventually digging his fingers into the hem of her skirt before pulling it down all the way to the floor. She assist by kicking them off her feet, and now three articles of her clothing have been discarded—all that was left on her was her white blazer, unbuttoned.
She noticed this imbalance. "Why am I the only one stripping?"
On cue, she saw his top fling right over her eyes and unceremoniously float to the ground. Looking back, he was as equally topless and she was, and his dull, grey trousers would soon give way to his underwear.
"We're almost even now," he says, unbuckling his belt. "All that's left are my underpants."
"Let me guess," Evanescia closes her eyes, imagining Caelus' naked body sans his groin, still covered up in nondescript underpants. "You're wearing navy blue boxers today?"
She felt something soft graze up against her cheek, and her nose smelt something foul. She opened her eyes, equal parts shocked and disappointed to be met by Caelus flaunting his red underpants in front of him.
"Huh, guess not. Also, that's disgusting," she scolds him. "I don't want the smell of your sweaty balls all up in m-"
She should have realized that Caelus was now fully naked, and his cock had already been craving her for such a long time.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Caelus' head poke at her cunt, still slick and slippery from excitement. She felt him knocking at her door and clenched her lower lips.
Still choosing to tease her, he used his hand to rub his head up and down her seam, as if applying lip gloss. Sometimes slipping in, triggering those sensitive nerve endings in her groin. There was an air of seriousness now, everything they've done before was child's play in comparison to this. A pang of nervousness washed over Evanescia as she realized everything that came beforehand was child's play in comparison. Her waist was pulled back by his firm grip; it felt like at any moment he could decide he's had enough and penetrate her just like that.
Caelus held her small frame by the waist, gripping her with immense force as if keeping her grounded. She looked down at the floor, really, the only way she knew Caelus was still with him in the room was by the hands feeling her body, skin increasingly growing warmer to the touch.
That and, of course, his member still poking at her backside.
"Caelus," he focuses on her words, stopping his actions for just a moment. "Stop stalling."
"You ready?" He wasn't meaning to stall. Honestly, he was just waiting for her to say something.
"Y-yes, I'm ready," she steels herself.
With her blessing, Caelus finally stops teasing and implants himself within her, and slowly he buries himself, inch-by-inch, within her soft walls.
Eva takes a sharp breath, then exhales it trough gritted teeth as Caelus makes himself comfortable. The entry sends sharp, prickling gusts of pain trough her body, but is followed by crashing waves of pleasure as pushes deeper getting a lay of the land. He feels a little lightheaded, but she's so damn good and Caelus can't help but start defining a steady pace back and forth, back and forth.
The sensation is angelic, Caelus had established a steady pace of thrusting, a clunky and somewhat mechanical rhythm that came to him naturally. Her fox ears have become flaccid, drooping like a dying stalk every time he was about to pull out. But of course he can't, because she would suck him right back in.
He's reminded of that quote Dan Heng said, how did it go again? Something something...tight grip.
“H-how are we doing?” He asks, catching his breath.
“G-good. Try- try faster.”
“Faster?” He’s still reeling from that initial exhaustion, but he’s up to the task. It’s what his whole body was made for, after all.
“Faster,” she reaffirms. And so Caelus picks up the pace, hands clenched around her lower waist as he pistons himself inside of Eva. He nearly loses his footing as the sound of clapping echoes throughout the empty classroom, probably bleeding through the halls. Thankfully, the table is sturdy enough to endure the beating and everyone else was already home.
Evanescia flushed red with embarrassment, the thrill of the act almost as fun as the sex itself. This was her way of relieving stress, of letting go of old worries in an explosive and maybe dangerous way. A final middle finger and love letter to their school. Her legs grew squeezy and weak as any caution and civility were thrown out of the window.
In the midst of it, she remembered saying something along the lines of 'be gentle', but that had become a lost decency they would no longer need. Her moans were unceasing anyways, so why would he need to be gentle?
"I-Give me a second," Caelus says, unsheathing himself from her. His cock now covered in her juices, and her cunt forever reshaped around him.
"I need to take a breather."
Evanescia reassures him. "I think I do too."
"I didn't think it'd be this tiring," Caelus says, sitting in his chair, legs sprawled open. "We're so dead if anyone finds us."
"Should not be a concern," Eva says, resting all of her weight, somewhat uncomfortably, on the table beneath her. "By this time, not even the cleaning staff are around. It's a miracle the security team haven't caught us."
Could it be one of Aha's many blessings, who knows? Evanescia has always been a little superstitious when it comes to THEM. Who's to say that The Laughter didn't protect these two feral students in their communion of elation?
A minute passes, and Evanescia is still slumped over the desk, not even thinking to move from the position Caelus put her in. It's starting to hurt her abdomen, and her neck would end up sprained if this continues.
"This position kind of sucks, for me at least. Help me out why don't you?"
Caelus has missed her pretty face anyways, so with his cock semi-drooping, his hands once again lumber her whole weight and flip her right over with a small thud. She was now sitting on the desk, facing him as he went in for a kiss.
Looks like Caelus had recharged faster than anticipated.
Her arms extended, keeping her body steady as Caelus fucked and kissed her at the same time. In two spots their bodies would become link and become one. The table was at the perfect height—that is, Caelus-waist level—for him to easily slide in and out of her. He kept her body steady as her legs spread open, dangling on each side of him.
This position had it's advantages, she thought. She could stare deep into his eyes, knowing full well how much Caelus loved staring back. She could see the micro expressions, stifled moans, and heavy exhalations as he pummeled deep into her.
From his superior POV, Caelus looked squarely at the center of her mass where he could see it all—her tits, her eyes, and his own cock cleaving the way between her body. He especially adored how each trust sent her tits jiggling like apples in a basket. How this table refuses to break is just another one of Aha's jokes.
Caelus held her small frame by the waist, gripping her with immense force as if keeping her grounded. He enjoyed sizing her up, running his hands all over her as he felt her skin get hotter and hotter.
She didn’t want to imagine how her face looked from the outside, bleating, indecent—utterly trashed as Caelus squarely massaged her insides.
Well, to be fair, Caelus was also bleating and indecent, and he definitely let himself even looser, putting on rather embarrassing faces which, if anyone saw, he would get made fun for.
Though, if anyone saw the whole context, the reason for their unflattering expressions, well, there would be more severe consequences.
"D-don't make a mess," she whines trough winced moans, still trying and failing to contain the volume of her moans. "We still h-have to clean up afterwards, remember?"
"Mhm...yeah," he leans in next to her ears, before he extends his tongue and implants it right on her neck beneath her jawline, sucking with his lips. It's bound to leave a stain, one she has to hide tomorrow, but it just amplifies her pleasure even more. He drags his tongue down from there, picking up all the sweat and landing on a similarly egregious zone causing a cocktail of slurred curses to escape her lips.
She flutters her eyes as he held her in his embrace and thoroughly felt every single square inch of her. Feeling the shapes and curves of her petite body, the boney frame of her clavicles, and pressing down with his thumbs to feel her ribs. Tapping and drumming over her waist in search of her womb. Evanescia would sweat, and he would drag his tongue all over her body, licking it clean. Eva's nectar would flow from the pores of her skin, and Caelus would bring his mouth all the way from her chest down to her cunt, lapping it all up as she sucked in her own lips.
Evanescia remembered saying something along the lines of 'be gentle', but granted that was a lost decency that the two of them do not need anymore. She couldn't control her moans anyways, so why should he limit himself by being gentle?
"C-Caelus, you're...I didn't..." nothing she said could be strung together to form a sentence, she felt another rising heat in her stomach which Caelus was in complete control over. Every time his lips landed on her and began kissing and sucking like a vampire, it would rise, and it would fall as he departed only to pick back right up when he found the next spot. It drove her to madness, whole arms were shaking and she nearly fell off the table twice.
But Caelus retracted his head, his peppering of kisses comes to a halt as he focuses on himself once more. "I'm close."
"D-don't pull out. It'd be a mess." Eva remarks.
A silent nod, one that maybe Eva herself didn't realize, and then he's right back to staining her body with hickeys. all over her chest, creeping up to her neck, until his lips met her once more, interlocking, caught in the haze of flirtatious teenage romance, sharing their deepest most passionate kiss as Caelus unloads inside of her. Twitching and squirming so hard she could feel it as the goo splotched out of her, trickling out of her slowly at first, and then in globs onto the floor as Caelus pulled out.
"D'aw...you made a mess anyways," she says, peering down at her crotch and the slow stream of cum dripping out.
"I'm sorry, what else can I do?"
"I don't know..."Evanescia sighs loudly, and Caelus looks away, dejected.
"N-no! I'm kidding," she scrambles off the table to try and catch his gaze. "Caelus! I'm not mad, you did good!"
"...Weally?" he pouts, hands curled up in front of his face like a kitten's paw.
"Eww...never mind. Get away from me!" she playfully nudges him away, and he steps back dramatically.
"H-hey! I'm also kidding."
"Yeah, yeah, I get that!" Embarrassment had returned, and she scrambled to find her clothes. Even if they were caught, at least she didn't want to be caught naked. "Get dressed and help me clean up the floor...and myself."
"Wait, before that," Caelus reaches out to her, her skin no longer as burning hot as it was mere moments ago.
"H-how was it?"
Evanescia blushes. He's still a gentleman after all.
"It was great, Caelus. I felt really good."
He sort of glances downwards, clearly his mind is on something.
"O-Oh right, you creampied me," it was an accurate report. "Do not fret, it shouldn't be a problem. We're not...compatible anyways, you're a human and..." she looks at her own hands. "I'm...a lot of things, nobody really knows. But do not worry! You're not gonna be a dad."
That's a relief, and also an amazing thought to save for later. You know, just in case this whole thing becomes...routine.
"Oh, daydreaming again? Gosh, no wonder you can never pay attention in class."
"H-hey, that's uncalled for!" He rushed by her side, scooping up his belt, underwear, and everything else.
Here they were—two straight A students, well-respected, popular class idols at the peak of their game—as they stood naked, forging new memories that will stay with the two of them for many years to come. They've put themselves trough a lot, but at least they did it together.
"Why did you sigh earlier, anyways?"
"It was a sigh of relief!"
"Relief about what?"
"Relief about how nothing went wrong?" She sounded as confused as he was.
The two burst into laughter, just as Aha would've wanted.