Why is he wearing a bikini top? As you both walk across the edge of the beach to find a good spot, you suddenly notice how strange it is that he's wearing one. It's not like he really needs to wear it or anything, he doesn't even have breasts… er, at least not female breasts. Perhaps with his feminine appearance, he needs to be careful and cover up in case someone sees him and tries to get him kicked off the beach or whatever. Or maybe he just wants to be stylish? That blue-and-white striped top with the frilly white fabric does look nice on him, especially since it's paired with a white skirt that's covered in these little pink stars. But even then, the fact he's wearing one still seems weird as you continue to think about it. Whatever. At least his kissable middle is still in full view.

"Oh, there's one!" shouts Astolfo, pointing to an empty patch of sand somewhat near the ocean. He then excitedly runs toward the spot, carrying nothing but a light beach bag. Following him, you slowly trudge in his path, burdened by the weight of the umbrella and foldable chairs, helpless to keep up with his pace. Once you finally reach him, out of breath, you drop your baggage onto the sand and fall to your knees.

"Did you have to run?" you ask, gasping for air. Astolfo briefly looks over to you, but he quickly returns his attention to rolling out his towel on the sand.

"Maybe," he answers. He's smirking again. "If I didn't, someone else might've taken this spot already."

You sigh, but also let out a little snicker. "Yeah, whatever you say." After getting back onto your feet, you pick up one of the chairs and unfold it, placing it in the sand a few feet away where Astolfo is sitting on his towel. You reach for the other chair, but he interrupts you.

"Don't bother with the other chair, I just wanna lay in the sun," he says, putting on some sunglasses he grabbed from his bag.

You stop and glare at him. "So what, you made me carry that thing for nothing?"

He grins. Again. "Perhaps." He then digs through his bag once more, eventually pulling out a tube of sunscreen. "You never know. I might want it later."

"Yeah, whatever," you reply, shaking your head. Picking up the umbrella, you fumble with it for a bit before you finally manage to open it. As you place it into the ground, you angle it perfectly to ensure that your chair is completely covered in shade. Once finished, you take a seat, letting out a sigh of relief.

Astolfo, rubbing some sunscreen on his arms, glances over towards you. "You're just gonna lay in the shade the whole time?" he asks.

"I dunno. Maybe later I'll go in the water or something."

"That's it? All while the sun's out and everything? " He squirts another glob of sunscreen into his hand. "I don't get it."

You grab the sunglasses hanging from your t-shirt and put them on. "I know it's weird, but I guess just staring out at the ocean is interesting enough for me."

Astolfo snickers. "Yeah, okay nerd. Have fun with that." Taking two fingers, he dips them into the dollop of sunscreen on his palm and spreads it across his forehead. "While your lame ass sits around, I'm gonna take advantage of this weather." He rubs his two hands together and begins to slather the remaining sunscreen across his cheeks, kneading it into his skin. "Feel free to live a little and join me, okay?" He pauses, and he looks at you with that all too familiar snaggle-toothed smirk. "Feel free to join your boyfriend, I mean~." He giggles, and hearing its sweet sound along with seeing his oddly endearing crooked tooth almost makes up for all the constant teasing you have to deal with. Almost.

"Sure, whatever you say," you reply, somewhat annoyed, reclining into your chair as you peacefully gaze out towards the vast expanse of ocean. Even then, you still can't help but giggle a bit to yourself.

Astolfo, having finished rubbing the sunscreen into his face, squirts some more onto his hand. However, he pauses, and by only slightly turning his head he looks at you from the corner of his eye. "Oh, and one more thing~," he says. Leaning back on his towel, he takes his hand and plops the blob of sunscreen right on top of his own midriff. "Would you be so kind as to rub this in for me~?" he asks you, his expected smugness radiating from his voice.

"Huh?" You lean forward in your chair, and almost choke on the air upon seeing him. There he is, his flawless self glistening in the sun, both hands leisurely interlocked behind his head while a clump of sunscreen rests on the center of his seductive stomach.

"Don't be so shy~," he says, offering a charming smile that can somehow briefly pull you away from his attention-grabbing abdomen, "all I need is a hand, alright? Or two, if you wanna do it properly~."

"B-But, I, uh…"

As if on cue, he giggles, ever so enchantingly. "Now, now, if you wait too long, I might get sunburnt~!"

With wide eyes and mouth agape, you stumble over your own words. "That… that doesn't even m-make any sense!" you argue. "I mean," you say, swallowing and taking a breath. "I mean, why would you need a-any help? Like, if it was your back, that would make sense, cause, you know, it's hard to reach and all, b-but, uh…"

Astolfo glares at you with a pinched look, and he carefully sits up on his elbows. "Wh… What?" he asks.

"B-But your, uh, front," you continue, "you know, like, that shouldn't even be an issue for you! That you can, um, reach easily, so like, I d-don't see why you can't just, uh..." you mutter, breaking off. Despite being in the shade, you can feel your face completely burn up. It feels like the air all around you has somehow grown much hotter.

Astolfo tilts his head slightly, and pulls off his sunglasses. "Where… where are you going with this?"

You swallow again. Are you… trembling? "W-Why can't you just do it yourself?" you finally articulate, unable to look him in the eyes. He only stares back at you, his normally charming face manipulated into one of accusing bewilderment; you can feel your gut tighten as he looks at you with that unrelenting gaze.

"Lemme get this straight," he says with narrowed eyebrows, "you've been ogling at my tummy for almost a month now, which means you most definitely wanna touch it, right?"

"I…" you hesitate, and he continues to scan you with those unwavering eyes. "I s-suppose that's a way to put it."

Without missing a beat, he continues, "And now I'm giving you the perfect opportunity to touch it as much as you want, which should be your ultimate fantasy or whatever, right?"

Exhaling, you gape back at him, speechless. "...Uh," you utter.

"But this is what I don't get," he resumes, ignoring whatever else you might've wanted to say. "You're acting all defensive and coming up with excuses to not touch it. Why?" He lightly tilts his head in the other direction. "This is what you want, right? How come you're acting outside of your own self-interest?"

Dumbfounded, you sit there quietly as Astolfo studies you. No comfort can be found in those typically soothing eyes. You creak an abrupt, pathetic noise from your throat, and it does nothing to make the situation any better. Then, almost as fast as it became unfriendly, his expression regains its naturally pacifying quality and you can already feel the knot in your chest loosen.

"Oh, I get it now!" He then smirks, slyly baring that familiar crooked fang. Shit. "You're just nervous~." Grinning, he puts his sunglasses back on, and idly you think the look works perfectly with how smug he's acting. "Let me guess, you've never given anyone a massage before, huh~?" He lies back on his towel and rests his head on his interlocked fingers like how he was earlier. "In that case, I am totally honored to be your first." He turns his head back towards your direction. "And I am gonna be your first. Right now." Motioning to the pile of sunscreen resting on his torso, he flashes his adorably imperfect teeth. "Go on. No need to put it off. You and I both want this~."

Welp. So much for pacifying.

You gulp. What point was there to resisting any more? After all the time you've spent with him, you should've learned by now that it was futile to try and outlast his charm. Besides, you're only doing what he wants of you, right? Heart racing and completely shamefaced, you kneel down into the hot sand beside him, the abrupt sunlight frying your already sweltering self. You reach out towards him with a trembling hand, but stop short of his sweat-lined stomach. "Are... you sure about this?" you sheepishly ask.

He giggles. "You already know the answer to that question. Stop stalling and just touch me already~!"

You press your lips together, and instinctively your eyes crawl up and down the perfect midriff presented before you. Half resistant and half wanting to savor the moment, you slowly extend your hand and gingerly dip your fingers into the mound of sunscreen, before fully succumbing to his charisma and making contact with his skin.

He was soft. Oh, so soft.

It felt like your fingers were simply melting into his soft belly as you carefully press into him. You shakily exhale as you feel your agitation slowly evaporate away. Sure, you've touched soft things before, but they all lacked the distinct pleasantness that came from simply pressing your fingertips against his supple abdomen. A pillow didn't rise and fall to the steady rhythm of relaxed breathing, nor did it radiate a comfortable body heat, one that eased the senses and reminded you that there was someone out there who cared about you. Not only was Astolfo's tummy cute, but somehow, it was also reassuring.

"...So," he says, disturbing you from that brief moment of tranquility, "you gonna, like, rub it in and stuff?"

Suddenly you become aware of the awkwardness of the situation, you kneeling there with a face filled with humiliation as you strangely press your fingers against his lean midriff. In public, no less! "R-Right, of course," you answer, removing your hand from the sunscreen glob and positioning your palm flat against his lower chest; you can just barely feel his excited heart thump. With careful, calculated movements, you slide your hand down his torso, spreading the mound of sunscreen along its delicate surface. Your fingertips effortlessly glide over the long expanse of his wonderfully cream-colored skin, covering his entire belly with a layer of SPF 50. As your hand travels lower and lightly skims over the area around his navel, he quietly shivers, instinctively drawing his stomach in a bit as some goosebumps form on his skin.

Fuck! Why is this all happening!? Seeing him in an adorable little bikini was already exciting enough for you, and that's where it should've ended. But no, of course not, never when Astolfo's around! He just had to tease you again, like he always does, this time using a little glob of sunscreen. And now it seems like everything is conspiring together to make it even more unbearable for you; not only are you able to see his lovable little tummy up close, but you also get to feel it too, your hands exploring up and down the long, mostly flat plane of his elegant abdomen, briefly stopping to admire the taut skin atop his rigid ribs along with the softer curves near his effeminate hips. And if that somehow wasn't enough for you, every time you would lightly trace your fingers around his ticklish belly button, he would laugh, snickering splendid-sounding squeals of satisfaction. It was a lot to take in, to say the least.

(And as much as you hated to admit it, you could feel your pants tighten.)

"Mmm… For the first time you've ever massaged someone, I'm impressed. You're very good at this~," he compliments, the abruptness of it startling you from your unconscious exploration of his torso.

"Uh… yeah, thanks, it's no problem," you say. Slowly returning from your daze, you look over Astolfo's charming tummy, now sticky with sunscreen. Everything looks adequately rubbed in, for the most part. Good enough. If the sweat on your forehead, trembling of your hands, and burning of your cheeks was any indication, you'd better pry your eyes away and take a break before passing out of excitement or heat exhaustion or whatever. You briefly close your eyes, and yet the faint image of his shiny, lean abdomen lingers in your vision. Shit. If this goes on for any longer, you're gonna end up in one of those pillow-walled mental wards, drooling all over yourself while a bikini-clad Astolfo dances around your brain.

You get up, legs wobbling but serviceable enough to carry you back to your chair, but before you could take a single step he chimes in with a complaint.

"Um, excuse me," he almost whines, "I don't think you're quite finished, mister." He's grinning again, that crooked tooth in full view, and you can just barely see his smug eyes behind the dark shield of his sunglasses. He brings out one hand from behind his head and uses it to point to his navel. Confused, you bend over to look closely and see the issue at hand.

"You're joking," you quietly mutter to yourself.

"As you can see, there's still a little glob of sunscreen inside my belly button," he explains in an irritatingly cheerful way. "And you're not done until it's all rubbed in, alright?"

Indeed, present inside his navel was a tiny bit of sunscreen, covering up the knot where all the folds of sensitive skin came together into the center with a unique pattern. You take a deep breath; the sooner you start, the sooner you can escape from this strange form of torture. With a steady hand, much like an experienced surgeon, you slowly take your finger and dip it into the little sunscreen pool. Almost immediately as your fingernail lightly presses into the pit of his navel, he lets out a lengthy groan, loud enough to make you freeze in your tracks.

"Ooooh~," he grumbles, dramatically throwing his head back. "Please be gentle, my belly button is very sensitive~." You glance up, and you can clearly see that trademark smugness on his face. That bastard.

He has to be faking it, there's no way that anyone's navel is actually that sensitive! ...Right? With another gulp of air, you quietly mutter "Uh-huh," and restart your little massage of his stupid, sexy umbilical scar. It wouldn't have been too difficult to rub that last bit of sunscreen in, if it wasn't for that fact that as you carefully circled your finger in and around his navel, he thought it was completely necessary to moan and whimper like you were jerking him off or something. (Speaking of which… again, although you'd hate to admit it, you couldn't help but occasionally glance at the slight tightness that formed under his bikini skirt.)

Of course, there was also the tantalizing matter of the belly button itself. Just like the rest of his stomach, it was unbelievably smooth, and your fingertip glided around it with satisfying ease. The only thing that wasn't smooth was the aforementioned knot in the center. Each time your fingernail lightly scraped against this tight swirl of tender flesh, Astolfo would let out a pleasant little whine, which would only convince you to continue rubbing it more and more, creating a positive feedback loop that would go on forever and ever—if it could.

You eventually find yourself in some sort of trance. As your perverted finger explored around his belly button, stretching the soft rim towards whatever direction you would take it, he would keep making those cute little noises. You began to rub a little bit faster, poking a tad deeper each time, your fingertip sinking into his squishy tummy before abruptly pressing up against the tightness of his lightly-trained abdominal muscles. As you picked up the pace, his squeals got noisier and more frequent, delightful music to your ears. "P-please," he would moan, "k-keep going~!" You couldn't tell if he was faking it or not, but in all honesty you didn't really care. Even if he was just pretending, it was still really hot.

This goes on for… a while, it's hard to say exactly how long. Leaning over his torso, you stare into his navel, your entire body eerily motionless sans your gyrating finger. While you seem calm and stoic on the outside, your interior emotions couldn't be any more different. Your heart was racing, pumping hot blood to your already searing face and overloaded mind. Each little noise he makes causes a jolt of excitement to run through yourself, even if your empty face says otherwise. The sunscreen has already been sufficiently rubbed in for a while now, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that you're enjoying it and he's enjoying it and you're gonna make sure that this enjoyment lasts forever because that's the only thing you care about right now. Just you and Astolfo, hanging out and having a fun time on this beach while you help him rub in some sunscreen and also weakly succumb to your dumb little fetish. Just you, him, and…

...And all the other people on the beach.

The thought, without any warning, bursts into your consciousness and causes you freeze up. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're on a public beach, remember? What if someone saw you? What kind of picture would that paint, you hunched over him and fondling his navel with a bizarre desperation, breathing heavily like a pervert at a brothel? And if that didn't draw anyone's attention, Astolfo's constant moaning and groaning was sure to fall on at least one person's ears. The only thing you could do now was stop yourself before anyone else noticed what freakish things you were doing.

Almost as quickly at the realization popped into your head, you retract your finger from his navel, uneasily scanning the horizon. Judging by a quick glance around, no one else seemed to be interested in your little perverted outburst. Thank God. "All rubbed in," you mutter, and with spongy legs you get up and trudge over to you chair. Once seated, you rest your burning face in your hands, letting out a sigh of relief. Maybe now that you've heeded to his request, he would stop tormenting you like this and you could finally enjoy your beach hangout.

After a brief moment of silence, broken only by the calm sounds of waves crashing onto the shore, Astolfo suddenly begins to snicker, which evolves into a chuckle, which then eventually grows into a demeaning cackle. "You're so horny!" he half-shouts, half-laughs, gripping his sides and throwing his head back. "Am I really that sexy to you? You were going at it for, like, I don't even know how long!" You finally look up, and after glancing at his beaming, glee-filled face, you couldn't help but smiling yourself. In fact, you couldn't really stop yourself from giggling either.

He's not wrong. You are pretty horny. And he is definitely that sexy to you. "Sh-Shut up!" you say between laughs. "Someone could've seen us!"

"But no one did." He grinned smugly—again. "You gotta stop worrying about that stuff and learn to indulge yourself sometimes, alright?" He turns to his side, balancing his head on his hand. "Your little kink is pretty cute, I'd hate to never see it get any use~."

The expected teasing causes yet another laugh to threaten its way up your throat, but you manage to stifle it and only let out a snicker. "Shut up!" you yelp again, hopelessly.

Astolfo continues to smirk, his tooth poking out. "I gotta say, though, for your first massage you did a pretty good job at rubbing all that stuff in." His grin grows wider. "Maybe too good of a job, I might say. But whatever." He gets up and sits cross-legged on his towel. "I'm now in your debt. Is there anything I can do to pay you back~?" he flirtatiously offers.

"Pay me back?" you stupidly repeat, somewhat perplexed by his unexpected generosity. This was definitely a day of firsts. "Uh, I dunno." You try to think of something good, something complicated and really sexy that would put him in his place, like taking him back to your apartment and tying him up and doing some fun stuff like that, but before you can formulate an answer that properly contains the myriad of fantasies you're trying to piece together, a simpler, more pure request naturally sprouts from your subconscious and flows down into your throat and out your mouth.

"Maybe a kiss?"

Astolfo, clearly not expecting your choice, makes a strange, confused noise and sits there with widened eyes. "A kiss?" A short moment later, he giggles. "That's adorable!"

You nervously scratch the back of your neck. "Uh," is all you utter.

"Hmm…" he says, poking his cheek and tilting his head to one side. "I dunno if I can, though." He pretends to deliberate over it for a little while longer, his smile slowly creeping through his charade. "You know what?" he eventually says, taking off his sunglasses and getting up on his knees. He shuffles off the towel and across the sand over to you, before resting his crossed arms and chin on your chair's armrest. "I think that could be managed."

Removing your own sunglasses, you look down at his glistening, innocent eyes, his face barely a foot away. "O-Oh," is all you can think of to say.

He quietly laughs. "Yeah, I know. Pretty unbelievable." He raises his head from his arms, bringing it closer to your own, and all you do for a while is stare at each other as the rest of beach slowly fades away. All you hear is his quiet breathing, quickened in pace to match your own. Even during a moment such as this, he continues to smirk, his smug confidence seeming to radiate out from him. It was a trait of his that you've always admired, and as you've spent more time around him, grew to love. Then, instinctively, you slowly close your eyes and lean a bit forward. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but needless to say, you didn't even care.

All you could think about was how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

The second you made contact with his lips, you could feel the proverbial sparks fly, each one an electric charge going through your spine. To say his mouth was just soft or supple would be an understatement; it felt like you were simply melting into his lips. You could feel your entire self loosen, a quiet groan escaping from your throat along with whatever stress you had left. At some point, you thoughtlessly bring a hand up to his cheek, endearingly stroking it with your fingertips. Returning the favor, Astolfo takes one of his hands and runs it through your hair, lovingly rubbing his thumb and fingers against your scalp.

Almost as quickly as it began, you seperate, a feeling of minor disappointment washing over you. You both audibly exhale, and you finally open your eyes to see a blushing Astolfo staring back at you, his tooth sticking out of his grin and everything. "Well, how was that?" he asks pridefully. Completely dumbfounded, you respond with the only thing that immediately comes to mind.

"You taste like sunscreen."

He continues to stare at you, unsure of what to make of your answer, before one of his adorable chuckles bellows out of him. "You dork!" he shouts, doubling over in laughter. "You're such a big, dumb dork!"

You only shrug in response. Astolfo was always so cute when he's laughing.

Wiping away a tear from his eye, Astolfo moves back towards his towel. "You really are hilarious," he comments, putting his sunglasses back on. "I seriously don't know what I'd do without you!" He rolls up his towel and puts it back into his bag.

"I thought you wanted to lay in the sun?" you ask as he goes over to the other neglected chair you've left sitting on the beach.

"I've changed my mind," he replies. He grapples with the chair again, somehow opening it much faster that you did, and places it in the sand right next to your own. He plops himself down, right next to you, and you can just barely see him look at you from the corner of his eye. Without warning, he sneakily reaches over to your armrest and interlocks his fingers with your own. "Enjoying the beach date with your boyfriend~?" he teases once more.

Your gut reaction tells you to resist his tease, to tell him to shut up or tease him back or whatever. Instead, you mange to stifle it into a quiet snicker, distracting yourself by returning your sunglasses to your face. After a few peaceful moments of nothing but the sound of waves crashing and seagulls cawing, you finally figure out how to get back at him.

"I love you," you tell him.

Astolfo lets out a giggle—and it's not his typical, mocking laugh, but one of pure, unexpected embarrassment—and covers his mouth, tilting his head back. Eventually, he regains his composure and says it back.

"Yeah, I love you too, dork!"

The sun has begun to set, framing the little sandcastle you both made in a nice, soft light. The heat is finally starting to dissipate from the air, and you can already feel the sea breeze blow past and attempt to bring you to a shiver. But you don't feel cold at all, considering that a warm, cozy Astolfo is clinging to your arm in the chair next to you, resting his cute, pink-haired head against your neck. As you stare out towards the calm sunset, the continuously crashing waves threatening to lull you both asleep, you feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that you were right from the start. Astolfo was wrong, and you have the proof right here; sitting in a beach chair and simply staring at the vast ocean wasn't just for dorks. In fact, it's one of the most enjoyable things you could do on the beach.