Hey there! Back and in shape! I am now back and ready for requests. Remy\Timmy only for the moment.
Credits: Freely Tomorrow by a Vocaloid producer
Italics=Lyrics
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He was standing in the park, thinking back to his past. His fairies, who left when he turned 18, were nothing but distant memories. He was now 22, looking at the swings.
"They are just memories, mixed with my illusions"
Timmy started crying, missing them so much, his heart clenched.
Remy passed by, stopping and watching Timmy.
"Your tears are like rain drops, falling fresh from the sky"
Timmy noticed him, head turning towards his general direction.
"You felt my gaze, turned and caught my eye"
Remy approached Timmy, slowly and quietly, so he didn't scare him.
He then placed his hands on both of the crying boy's cheeks, taking the brunette's breath away.
"I extended my cold hands, placing them on your cheeks, taking her breath away"
"What's wrong, Turner?"
"N-none of your business, Buxaplenty."
"Turner. You're crying your eyes out. Tell me."
"… I miss my fairies."
"I miss Juandissimo too. It gets better."
"Really?"
"Really."
Timmy smiled, taking Remy's hands in his.
"Let's go back to my house?"
"Alright." Smiled Remy.
As they walked, they talked about the last week they didn't spend bickering and being rivals.
Timmy honestly wanted to be more, coming to terms with his sexuality at 16.
Remy wanted someone to fill the void his childhood or more specifically, his parents, left him.
"Do you want to play a game?" asked Timmy.
"If it involves a bed, then yes."
"… Pillow fight on the bed?"
Remy laughed, pushing Timmy upstairs, to his room.
He then continued to push, all the way to the bed.
"Now, where were we?" asked Remy.
"Remy! What are you doing?"
"Playing. " He smirked.
He then pressed kisses to Timmy's forehead, cheeks, nose, lips and neck.
Timmy was shocked, unmoving for a few seconds.
He gasped as Remy nibbled on his ear, his voice a deep baritone.
"Playtime's over, Timmy."
"Ah! Remy, what are d-doing?"
The blond didn't answer, too busy leaving multiple hickeys on Timmy's neck.
"Ahn! Remy, w-wha! Aah!" moaned Timmy.
"Such cute sounds. I might not be able to hold back."
"Reeemmy! Ahn!"
Remy went lower, pinching a nipple, his mouth teasing the other one.
Timmy arched off the bed, gasping in pleasure.
Before he could talk, Remy's hand traveled to the brunette's crotch, making him moan.
Remy looked up, smirking. He lifted himself up, balancing on his elbows.
"You like that, Timmy?"
"Mm, don't stop. Please."
"As you wish." He smiled.