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The sound of a ball being hit can be heard echoing in the luscious grassy field. Violet looks up from his sketchbook, eyeing Greenhill as he practices for the cricket tournament. "HEY, VIOLET! WHAT EXACTLY ARE YOU TRYING TO DRAW FROM WATCHING ME?" Greenhill yells, looking over at Violet as he stops and leans on his bat. "You're being too loud..." Violet says, sitting right below a leafy tree to hide from the sun. Greenhill throws down his bat and strides toward Violet. Violet flips his sketchbook to an empty page, watching as Greenhill gets closer. "Well? Are you going to answer my question?" Greenhill sits beside Violet, glancing at his sketchbook. He looks up at Violet and back at his empty page. "Did I not practice long enough? Should I go back and practice?" "No...No, not at all." Violet murmurs, refusing to look up at Greenhill.
They sit in silence for a while, Violet sketching random lines on the page. Greenhill stares down at the ground, his breathing slowly leveling out as he calms down from practicing. The sun is slowly starting to set and Violet flips to the next empty page, starting to sketch it out. Greenhill clears his throat, ready to speak loudly before softening his voice. "Mind if I look through your sketches?" Violet looks down at his sketchbook, hesitant. "It's quite alright if you don't want to, it is yours afterall." Greenhill states, stretching his legs. He's about to stand up when Violet thrusts the sketchbook into his hands. "Here. Don't stare for too long though." Violet mutters, bending his knees up and wrapping his arms around them. Greenhill gazes at the cover of the sketchbook for a second before flipping to the first page.
He flips slowly through the sketchbook, passing by sketches of flowers and Bluewer with his family. He hesitates at a page and stops, when he sees himself. It's a really detailed drawing of him standing near the couch that Redmond normally lays on in the Swan Gazebo. "Wow Violet, this is really...superb." Greenhill remarks, continuing to slowly flip through the sketches. Violet glances sideways at Greenhill as he nears the end of the sketches. Greenhill sighs and closes the sketchbook, causing Violet to turn even more pale than he already is.
"Should I not have shown him...? I shouldn't have been so direct, this is humilia-" "Violet." Greenhill clears his throat and Violet slowly looks up. "Why is there no sketch of me doing that utterly ridiculous pose? Do you remember?" Greenhill pouts, crossing his arms. Violet, relieved, lets out a laugh. "I was drawing other things while Phantomhive was talking, my mind wandered I guess." Violet smiles sheepishly. Greenhill lets out a loud chuckle. "Alright then. Those sketches were really remarkable, but..." Greenhill hesitates for split second before making up his mind. "They were mostly of me, there weren't that many drawings of the other prefects. Is there a reason for that?" Greenhill asks innocently, not meaning anything from the question. Violet, on the other hand, misinterprets Greenhill's meaning.
"No! No, not at all. You were always just the closest to reference from, that's all." Violet splutters out quickly, snatching his sketchbook back and holding it against his chest. "Very well then, I was just curious. Well thank you Violet, those sketches look exquisite!" Greenhill beams, acting oblivious to Violet's skittish behavior. "Yes, well I ought to be going now. See you, G-Greenhill." Violet nods at Greenhill and swiftly stands up, making his way towards the Violet Wolf dorm. Greenhill watches as Violet leaves and remains sitting under the tree, his mind overfilling with deep thoughts.
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Violet briskly makes his way through the halls, passing by the dining room. It's practically empty, except for Mr. Michaelis doing something that appears to be...wiping a table? Violet stops, going back to the door. Almost immediately, he gets startled by Mr. Michaelis fully opening the cracked open door. "Good evening Violet, do you need something?" Mr. Michaelis smiles warmly, his hands gripped on the door. "No, not at all. What student is supposed to be clea-" "Ah! Violet, now I know it's not my business but I would not recommended glimpsing at the art room. Nor passing by it, if i'm being honest..." Mr. Michaelis places his hand on his chin, looking somewhat disturbed. "Al...right? Thank you Mr. Michaelis, good day." Violet nods and continues walking, this time much slower. He hears the dining room door shut and he thinks back at what Mr. Michaelis said.
Instead of turning right to get to his dorm, he takes a left. He saunters down the empty, quiet halls and his footsteps echo along the walls. He nears the art room and suddenly, he hears what sounds like to be a groan. "Bluewer...?" Violet rushes towards the art room, the door slightly ajar. He peeks through and sees Bluewer and Redmond. Violet's eyes widen and he turns around, practically jogging down the hall when he suddenly drops his sketchbook. "Damn!" He picks it up and rushes out the hall, walking quickly through the grass to get to his dorm.
"It was just Violet, no need to be so uptight Lawrence." Redmond shrugs, peeking out of the art room towards the hall. "JUST?! JUST VIOLET?! A schoolmate saw us doing...doing THAT!" Bluewer yells from inside of the room, going ballistic. Redmond just rolls his eyes and shuts the door. "Let's just pick up where we left off, shall we? I see you're still hard~!" "NO- AUGH~!"
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Violet slams the door to his room shut, throwing his sketchbook down onto his bed. “He…He’s oblivious!” Violet exclaims, messing up his hair, dumbstruck. He sits down on the edge of his bed, sighing and falling back. He stares up at the dark purple chandelier and closes his eyes. Someone clears their throat outside of his door and knocks. “Violet?” Violet sits up and turns his attention towards his clock. “It's 8:17...what does Cheslock need at this hour?” Violet stands up and walks towards the door. He slowly opens the door and is greeted with Cheslock staring directly at him. "Violet, are you alright? The boys heard a door slam and um..." Cheslock eyes Violet up and down. "You don't exactly look the best." Violet turns to look at his mirror. His hair is a mess and his clothes are all sloppy. "Yes...Yes I'm fine Cheslock, I just need some time alone. Good night." Before Cheslock can respond, Violet closes the door. He sighs and heads into his bathroom, running the water and closing the door behind him. He undresses and gets into the shower, standing under it miserably. He lets the water flow down his bare body, staring at the wall in front of him.
After a while of wallowing in sorrow, he turns the water off. He steps out and looks into the mirror, his eyes stinging. Instead of the water rolling down his face, it was tears. He sniffs and quickly wipes his cheeks with his towel, before wrapping it around his body. He opens the door and steps out, staring down at the ground. "Oh uh-" Violet looks up at the voice and almost falls backwards. Greenhill was sitting, rather awkwardly, on Violets bed. They both stare at eachother for a moment, not breaking eye contact. It's like time around them has stopped. Violet has forgotten all about what he's wearing and is only focused on Greenhill in his room, sitting on his bed. Greenhill, on the other hand, can't think about anything other than Violets attire.
Greenhill quickly looks away, his face and ears heating up. Violet finally realizes and chokes, rushing towards his wardrobe to change into something more...appropriate. "Sorry...for bursting in on you like this Violet." Greenhill is still facing away, staring at the blank wall. "It's alright...i'm, uh, decent now..." Violet murmurs. Greenhill turns towards Violet, his face not as bright as it was before. "How did you get in...? No matter who you are, the boys don't like outsiders." Violet explains, slowly walking over and sitting next to Greenhill. "Violet..." Greenhill pauses, glancing behind Violet. "We prefects have our own back doors...have you never used yours?" Violet covers his face in embarrassment, his pale face bursting with color. "Sorry...I forgot." Violet mumbles. Greenhill smiles sweetly as he glances at Violet, before taking a deep breath. "Violet...is it true that you like me?" Violet's head shoots up, his eyes widen as he looks at Greenhill. "I, uh..." "I'm sorry it took me a while to notice, even after today. I guess that's one of the reasons I'm not in Sapphire Owl house." Greenhill chuckles half-heartedly and then clears his throat. "Anyways, the main reason I'm asking is, well...I…I like you Violet." At those words, Violet's eyes tear up and he looks away. "You're lying. You just pity me, is that it?" Greenhill bites his bottom lip, remorseful. "No Violet I...I'm not lying. If I were lying, what would be the point of coming all this way? I'm serious Violet, you helped me discover my true feelings. I was too oblivious, so... thank you."
Tears fall down Violets cheeks slowly, filled with unspoken words that he's too scared to verbalize. Greenhill watches as the tears fall and he can't help but feel terrible because he made Violet feel this way. He was too slow and now made Violet think that he's just pitying him. It's his fault. Greenhill leans towards Violet and reaches his hand out, cupping Violets face to wipe a tear from his cheek. Violet looks towards Greenhill. "What about the others...what would they think?" Violet whispers. Greenhill thinks for a moment and smiles. "Redmond and Bluewer have been good at keeping it a secret, so why can't we?" Violets eyes widen. "You knew about that too?!" "Unfortunately...although it is also thanks to them that something switched in my mind and made me realize my feelings, so maybe it wasn't too bad stumbling across...that." Greenhill and Violet both chuckle. They stare into eachothers eyes, Greenhill's making their way down to Violets lips. Violet notices and leans forward. "Are you sure you won't regret this...?" Violet asks apprehensively. "Never in a million years." Greenhills lips lightly touch Violet's and Violet wraps his arms around Greenhills neck, pulling him in tightly.
They press their bodies against each other as they get wrapped up in each others lips, Greenhills tongue licking the entrance of Violets mouth. Violet parts his lips, their tongues colliding with one another. Their tongues intertwine as Violet moves closer, practically sitting on Greenhills lap. Greenhill repositions himself to where his legs on resting on the bed, his back against the headboard. Violets now fully sitting on Greenhills lap, their crotches dangerously close. Greenhill breaks the kiss and licks Violets lip, his hand slipping under Violets nightshirt and caressing his ribs. Violet shudders and lets out a little whine. Grinning, Greenhill moves his hand up and rubs Violets nipple. "Ngh.." He plays with Violets nipple, pinching it and lifting his shirt up and off. The cold air hits Violets stomach and he trembles. "Gr-Greenhill..please..." Greenhill glances down and notices a bulge in Violets nightpants. He leans his face close to Violets ear and whispers. “You should really call me Herman, Gregory..." Violet bites his bottom lip, his cheeks heating up immensely.
Greenhill lowers his head down to Violets chest and licks his nipple. Violet squirms, clearly in discomfort as he tries to rub his thighs together. His tongue still playing with Violets nipple, Greenhills hand shifts down to Violets waistband, pulling it down enough to get past the bulge. Greenhill pulls back from Violets chest as he focuses on Violets shaft. Violet stares down at him, fidgeting with the bedsheets nervously. Greenhill licks his lips and pulls down Violets boxers, revealing an erect penis. Violet covers his face, embarrassed, as he watches Greenhill lean down. His mouth open wide, he takes in the penis fully. Greenhill glances up at Violet and reaches forward, pulling Violets hands away from his face. “Does it feel good?” “D-don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s improper Gr- Herman…” Violet groans, his cheeks a bright red. With a *pop*, Greenhill rises up from the penis, licking its tip instead. “My apologies.” He grins up at Violet, before taking it in all in his mouth again. “Ngh- Wait, wait. Herman, stop, I’m going t-“ Violet pleads, scrunching his face at the pleasure.
Violet tries to pull his hands out of Greenhills grasp, but to no avail. Greenhill continues sucking Violets dick, Violet unconsciously thrusting into his mouth. "W-wai- nghahh~!" Violet moans out, bursting into Greenhills mouth. Greenhill doesn't pull off of Violets dick until he finishes cumming. Violet stares down at Greenhill in astonishment and embarrassment. "D-did you swallow all of that?! Spit it out this instant!" Violet hurriedly exclaims, pulling out of Greenhills grasp and wiping Greenhills lips with his fingers. "It didn't taste too bad..." Greenhill licks Violets fingers and sucks on his index. Violet, pulling his hand away, flushes from the statement. He starts to climb off of Greenhills lap when Greenhill suddenly pulls Violet against him. "You didn't think we were done, did you...? I haven't even seen your butthole yet." "Herman!" Violet slaps his hand over Greenhills mouth, mortified.
Greenhill pulls off Violets pants and boxers, throwing them on the floor beside the bed. Violets eyes widen as his pants come off and Greenhills hand makes its way towards his bottom. His finger caresses the rim of Violets hole and Violet shudders beneath his touch, removing his hand from Greenhills mouth. "Gregory, do you mind...turning around and bending over for me?" Herman asks, batting his eyes innocently. "D-doing what now?!" Violet stutters out. Greenhill just stares up at him, smiling. Violet, although hesitant, slowly turns around on Greenhills lap. Greenhill waits patiently for Violet to bend over, yet he doesn't. Violet clears his throat shyly. "W-well...shouldn't you take off your clothes as well..? It's only fair afterall..." Violet suggests, turning his head around towards Greenhill. Greenhill grins, his cheeks having an undertone of red. "Well...take them off for me then." Violet, butt naked, turns back around and reaches for Greenhills waist. He untucks Greenhills top and slides his hands under it, stroking Greenhills sides. Violets hands slip down towards his waistband and starts pulling down his pants. He stares down at Greenhills legs, stopping right below his knees before looking up at him.
With a bright red face, Greenhill stares down at Violet with his hand covering his mouth. Violet, suddenly getting embarrassed, quickly pulls off Greenhills pants. He tosses them on the floor then reaches for his boxers. Pulling them down, he almost gets hit with Greenhills rock hard penis. His eyes widen as he takes a good look at it. "D-don't just stare Gregory...turn around." Greenhill mutters, feeling self-conscious at the unwanted attention on his dick. Violet, now horny, throws Greenhills boxers on the ground and turns around quickly. Bending down with his ass practically in Greenhills face, he closes his eyes unsure of what Greenhill might do. Staring at the gaping pink hole in front of him, Greenhills licks his lips and goes right in. He spreads Violets cheeks with his hands and shoves his face between them, sticking his tongue out. He licks the outer surface of his hole and can feel Violet clench up. Greenhill violates his hole, shoving his tongue inside and swirling it around in the tight chamber. He licks the walls, lapping up Violets wetness. The wet, hot tongue inside his narrow gap drives Violet crazy. "Mmfph...ungh~" Violet bites back his moans, his head face down and his hands gripping the sheets. His toes curl as Greenhill sticks his tongue as deep as he possibly can. "H-Herman.." Violet breathes out. "That's e-enough..." Greenhill pulls his mouth away from Violets butt, a string of saliva disconnecting as he retreats. "Alright...here." Greenhill reaches forward and Violet looks up from the sheets, staring at the hand in front of him. "What..?" His fingers grip slightly less on the sheets. "Lick them. Please Gregory?" Violet, still bent over, opens his mouth and enwraps his lips around Greenhills fingers. His pinkie and thumb feel left out from the wet fun. "You -er-ert..." Violet mutters out, before his tongue circles around Greenhills three fingers. "Pervert? Ha! You're the one that stuck his arse in my face. And still is!" Greenhill chuckles, staring at the plump asshole in front of him.
Violet spits out Greenhills fingers. "There. Quickly now, since i'm such a perve- AUGH~" Violet moans, being hit with intense pleasure. Greenhills long, thick, wet fingers thrust deeply into Violets hole. He twists his fingers, trying to find the sweet spot. Feeling Greenhill press against his flesh covered walls, Violet twitches and groans. "Ngh..unghh..." Greenhill tilts his head slightly, staring down at the hole as he feels a little bulge. He presses down on it lightly and Violet immediatelty clenches, his cock trembling. Grinning, Greenhill thrusts against the bulge. "NGHAHH~" Almost instantly, sperm shoots out of Violet, landing on the bed. "Hah..hah..." Violet pants as Greenhill takes out his fingers. "Wh-what...was that.." Violet asks, mainly to himself, in a state of shock. "Wow Gregory, you're supposed to be a smart pervert." Greenhill comments playfully as he positions himself in front of Violets entrance. Violet, still catching his breath, moves his head to face Greenhill. His eyes widen as he sees Greenhills massive penis in front of his asshole. "H-Herman...I highly doubt th-that'll fit..." Violet stutters. Greenhill looks at Violets face and smiles. "I already loosened you up though, did I not?" Before Violet can respond, Greenhills cock pushes its way through his slightly looser hole. "Mfphh.." Violet bites down on his bottom lip, gripping the sheets. "Gregory...don't clench, try to loosen up." Greenhill winces, slowly pulling out before slowly going in again. "I-I can't..." Violet breathes out, his eyes tearing up. Greenhill leans forward on top of Violet and gently grabs Violets face, making him turn his head and face him. "D-does it hurt that much? Should I stop?" Greenhill asks gently, looking at Violet worriedly. Violet kisses Greenhill lightly and shakes his head. "N-no...don't stop. Just...Just go faster." Violet mutters, blinking away his tears. Greenhill inhales sharply at Violets words. "Alright..." He slightly pulls away before thrusting powerfully. "NGHAUGH~" Violet moans as Greenhill thrusts deeply.
Greenhill, with his penis still inside of Violet, pulls him back so he's on his lap. He grips Violets waist before continuing to thrust. "S-so DEEP~!" Violet exclaims, his eyes watering at the immense pleasure as Greenhill hits his g-spot. Cum splatters from Violets penis onto the bed. "Herman~! I can't! It's...it's too deep~!" Violet moans out. "I'm almost there...can you hang on a little longer?" Violet nods and Greenhill grits his teeth, his eyebrows furrowing. He almost pulls all the way out before slamming Violet down on top of him. "OH UNGHH~!" Violet cries out, cumming once again. Greenhill cums inside of Violet before pulling his cock out. Violet falls down on the bed next to Greenhill, exhausted. He lays on his side, Greenhill looking down at him as he breathes heavily. His eyes latch onto Violets shut hole, his cum leaking out of it. Greenhill runs his hand through his hair. "Sorry Gregory...I didn't mean to cum inside. I...I got too excited." Greenhill looks down, upset with himself. Violet turns his head and smiles tiredly. "I enjoyed it. It doesn't matter to me if it's you." Violet closes his eyes, before falling asleep. Greenhill smiles down at Violet as he watches him doze off. He leans down and gently kisses Violets cheek. Greenhill cautiously slips off the bed and turns towards Violet. Very carefully, he pushes his hands under Violets sleeping body and picks him up. Greenhill carries him to the bathroom and softly lays him in the bathtub before running warm water to clean him off. Glancing back at the bed, he sighs. "How am I supposed to wash the sheets without anyone noticing..."