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oga & furuichi. there's more to oga than meets the eye. well... maybe not.
Disclaimer: Beelzebub does not belong to me.
Additional Notes: I debated on whether or not to expand this. The reasons I didn't were because 1: I'm not confident enough in myself to write gay porn anymore. And 2: The ending I had in mind would be out of character for Furuichi.
"You're a sick pervert, you know that?"
Furuichi cringed when the person he was questioning looked down at him with a curious stare, before that ever famous demonic grin returned. There was always something about Oga's grin that unnerved Furuichi. The brute wasn't really as stupid as everyone pegged him to do be, so whenever he grinned like now, Furuichi felt on edge.
"Why is that?" said Oga. "This part of you clearly does not agree with that." The brown-haired boy nearly chuckles when his best friend below flushes from head to toe. It's a good look for the usually suave "playboy" and Oga proves his statement by pressing his hips against that lump between Furuichi's thighs.
The said boy arches his back and bites his bottom lip from making any sound. He growls, which to Oga's ears sounds more like a groan and more erotic then anything – because that grin just got bigger.
"Stupid Oga," says Furuichi, gripping the sheets tightly. "Engaging in... this in front of a baby is perverted."
At that statement Oga turns slightly to the left to gaze at a mop of green hair. "Yeah, but he's asleep."
Furuichi stares incredulously at his friend. "He's still attached to you, you moron!"