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“Yikes, 79%? Sounds like ‘eliminating distractions’ didn’t work well for you,” Ao’nung said, quoting Neteyam’s own words from a few months back at him. His voice was light, but there was something else to it that Neteyam couldn’t quite place.
He frowned as he recalled the exact moment he said those words, glad he was facing away from Ao’nung. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”
In an instant, the springs of Rotxo’s mattress creaked. The small space of the dorm gave him barely any time to brace himself before he felt the warmth of Ao’nung right behind him, his hands hovering above Neteyam’s waist but not close enough to touch.
Heat pooling in his lower abdomen. Hands gripping his waist. Panting against the crook of his neck. His name falling out of Ao’nung’s mouth like he couldn’t decide whether it’s a blessing or a curse.
“You sure you don’t know?”
OR: Neteyam is horrified to find out that he can’t even avoid his former fuckbuddy when he goes home for summer break. And, maybe, he doesn’t want to.