𝓵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘳i̲c̲𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗹. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 ; 𝗳𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮a̲l̲e̲𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. ♡

⠀ “ ..not that i 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥— but there's far better seats out there to choose from. ” ⠀⠀

⠀ “ i... ” a sigh escapes his pretty, glossy pink lips. he puts more time and effort into makeup than most women do! “ fine. just.. don't move around. ” ⠀⠀

who's that? sounds like some stranger. an impostor, maybe. ..anyways, yes. door's locked. a bed is indeed being shared. bother them, thou shalt not.

tired hues flutter open, scanning the ceiling before they close back. “ mm, more or less.. ” he stifled a yawn, shifting around in the bed to get a bit more comfortable.

magenta locks cover his eyes as he turns to face the other man, his lower half throbbing to life. “ we should get up, class starts soon doesn't it? ” but his body didn't seem to mind this. hell, he didn't. but duty calls..

a small sigh escaped those pretty pink lips. “ if we get in trouble.. ” he probably wouldn't care. he just laid there under the covers beside his.. partner? his friend? companion. squirming out of balthus' arms and laying his head on the pillow, arms behind his head.

“ yeah, yeah.. just hop on already. ” blame balthus. he got yuri addicted, and now he can't keep away yuri.. friends help each other. even if it means countless hours of sweaty, raw, bed-breaking gay sex.

arms wrapped around ⫲ 𝓑𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙨. missed his big dumb brute.