this is called "ill prob regret everything after typing this and it probably has too many gRAMMAR MISTAKES BUt ill send it to blue (a fRIENd) anyway", a romantic & heart-wrenching novel.
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"A- Alabaster...?" A quiet voice called out. No answer.
"I need to.. uh, ask you something," it began, though seeming to be much more softer than usual to Alabaster's suspicion. This stirred the necromancer's curiosity, so he eventually answered with a 'sure', facing towards where the his friends' voice radiated from, though still seated on the ground comfortably; too lazy to stand.
Ker's head warily peeked out from behind of one of the trees, his cheeks were flushed with a light shade of pink the older male noticed – he reminded Alabaster of a shy wild animal, though he wouldn't dare admit this to anyone. That would be embarrassing.
After a few brief seconds the younger male stepped out from behind the tree with both hands clutching at the bottom of his shirt, which seemed to be already lifted up just past his bellybutton. "I... I want-" Kerberos tried to mumble out as clearly as he could, though clearly having a difficult time to project his words. His cheeks steadily became more heated, plump lips slightly agape as his mind searched for the appropriate words. The poor necromancer over there didn't want to admit how this image made him feel, he tried to deny it, but oh how useless that was at this point.
Not really wanting to interrupt the other from seeing how nervous he was, Alabaster decided to stay put, though secretly gladly he didn't, because after all what will he be able to say in this situation?
"I- I want you to..."
Al's head perked up as his friend spoke again which made Ker avert his gaze with a quite noticeable head turn, this only further confused the clueless necromancer.
"I want you to t-touch me," He finally blurted out raising the shirt up to his collarbone, revealing how aroused and bothered he felt at this point, teeth gently biting at the shirt to muffle his needy whimpers. His entire face burning with a pinkish glow. As much as Alabaster would like to react right now, he couldn't. This sudden request had him completely stuck in place. His prayers were almost audible, for having his mask on, that is.
Ker couldn't help but release an audibly feeble whine, eyes clouded by a layer of lust, "Pretty please?"
