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Nyon was curled up on the bottom bunk. He was able to snatch up Nyen’s sweater before he took a shower. Nyon always admired Nyen from afar, no matter how much Nyen tormented him. Nyon always watched him working out, beads of sweat forming on his skin. Nyen would always give Nyon a dirty look if he was caught staring, or would be told to piss off.
Nyon was inhaling the scent of Nyen through his sweater. The thought of Nyen was addictive to Nyon, yet he knew he’d die if he fed into his fantasies. Nyon continued to paw at Nyen’s sweater, hoping Nyen wouldn’t catch him in the act. The more his nose inhaled the scent of cigarettes and musk, he felt himself wanting to feed into his desires. The feeling of his pants tightening, his hands pawing at the other’s sweater, he felt lost in the thought of Nyen. He couldn’t control himself anymore. Nyon’s hand dug into his pants, stroking himself slowly as he kept inhaling the scent of the sweater. He found himself biting at the sweater, wanting everything it had. All of the sweat, dirt, and blood. He just wanted it all, no matter how bad it would be for him. Nyon’s thumb rubbed over his tip, precum already leaking out. The slick of precum dripped down his tip, using it as lube as he continued to stroke himself. Small whimpers and meows escaped his mouth. He buried his face into the sweater more to suppress his moans.
Nyon’s legs tensed up, knowing he’d reach his climax soon. He let out a louder moan, quickly being stopped by the sound of the door being opened. Without thinking, Nyon ripped the covers over himself. He shook in fear as he saw who opened the door. Nyen stood there. His hair was wet, and a towel draped over his shoulder as he had just gotten out of the shower. Nyon’s head peeked out from his covers, his eyes meeting with the other’s. Both of them knew what was going on, neither of them wanting to admit it. Nyen didn't say anything, just going up to the top bunk. Nyon, still shaken up a bit stayed in the same position for a few seconds. He took a few breaths popping his head under the blanket to see a squirt of smeared cum on Nyen’s sweater. He was never going to be able to get that stain out.