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You can ask me anything.
Welt didn't think much when he had sent the text to Caelus that time. He wanted to offer his sincere assistance and nothing else, believing the younger man must be quite confused with the world he found himself waking up to thus needing guidance. Yet, at this time, with him (Caelus) in his room, sitting on his bed and peering at him curiously, a little bit of regret came prickling in.
Something curled in his stomach.
"What—" The words got stuck in his throat, and he could feel heat creeping up his cheeks. His heartbeat sped up, and suddenly, he became all too aware of Caelus’ close presence in the room.
"Mr. Yang?" the younger man cocked his head adorably, golden eyes looking at him full of curiosity and earnest trust.
Welt opened his mouth, then closed it again. Tongue-tied, uncharacteristically at loss.
In the next moment, he managed to compose himself and mustered a will to reply, but Caelus had taken hold of his larger hand, then made the appendage rest on his groin.
His thoughts screeched to a halt.
(𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑡.𝑒𝑥𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔.)
"See Mr. Yang, I don't have the thing that Dan Heng has between his legs, instead I have… this. Do you think it is normal?" he repeated his question, but Welt couldn't hear anything, couldn't focus on anything except the feeling of foreign softness in his palm.
Oh.
“Am I okay, Mr. Yang?”
His hand twitched.
𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑡.
There was a sensation of flowing liquid at the back of his throat, then something warm and wet came trickling from his nose. He saw an alarmed look on Caelus' face, pretty golden eyes widened in panic.
"Mr. Yang?! You have a nosebleed! Are you all right? Mr. Yang!"
No, Caelus, he was not all right and it was your fault.
Caelus was gripping his wrist now, worried, yet he didn’t move the palm that still on the flat (it was soft and plump) surface of his groin.
Welt felt like something inside him being pulled, stretched thin. It was his sanity.
(In another universe, where Welt had less than stellar moral conduct and crocked common sense, he deceived the younger man under pretense of “examination” then had his way with him until Caelus was a moaning mess under him, stretched wide, womb filled with his cum.)
unFortunately, in this universe, Welt had an iron grip of his sanity and decided to pointedly brushing off his nosebleed with a handkerchief. Wearing a poker face, he waste no time explaining the inticrate knowledge of genders and genitalia to Caelus.
And no, his voice definitely didn’t quiver when he told Caelus about this part of his body. The hand (still) on his groin didn’t tremble either.
Really.