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Ernst's mind was foggy. He couldn't think right. He knew he was in a velvety soft confessional, straddling the lap of his current obsession, and strong hands we're encasing him, keeping him from drifting off into the dream world, for reality was ok at the moment.

Hanschen's hands were the ones holding him, as they kissed. The kisses were short, barely any invading of their mouths, which Ernst found strange, and completely out of character for Hanschen.

When they had very first kissed, under the beloved tree, he had been completely invaded by Hanschen. As soon as Ernst had sighed, Hanschen had taken this as a opportunity to enter his mouth. Not that Ernst minded of course.

But the short, sweet kisses felt so foreign to him, that he felt like something was missing.

"Han-schen…" Ernst mumbled between a couple of kisses.

The blonde stopped almost immediately, and looked up at the boy on his lap. "What now?" He groaned, again like a small child.

It took a slight pause for Ernst, but he managed to gain some courage, for as you know, Hanschen can be very intimidating (especially when he's annoyed).

"Why did you change?"

"What?"

He took a breath. "Why did you change? Why are your kisses different then before?"

The look Hanschen gave Ernst sent shivers down his spine. He had cocked his right eyebrow, and his lips we're drawn into a fine line.

After Ernst was starred down with that same expression for a whole minute, it seemed to click in Hanschen's brain. He couldn't help a laugh escape from his lips, but desperately tried to stop it so it came out muffled.

"Y-you really have no idea what your doing, eh?" Hanschen's laugh was now just a small smirk on his face.

Ernst had absolutely no idea what Hanschen was talking about. "Uh, what?"

Again Hanschen started to laugh, but he was able to control it to his advantage. It came out as a mysterious, sultry chuckle. Ernst tried not to melt right there in Hanschen's lap.

"You think," Hanschen began to whisper while starring Ernst directly in the eyes, "That it has to be the same every time?"

This made Ernst even more confused. "What… has to be the same?" He began to sweat a little. Hanschen was making him extremely nervous.

"What has to be the same? Well… this for example." Hanschen said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wha-Ah!" His fingers on Ernst's neck.

"Do I have to caress you in the same spot on your neck every time?"

"N-oh," His tongue on Ernst's left ear.

"Suck the same ear every time?" His lips moving down Ernst's jawline.

"Follw the same path on your face?" His hands weaving into Ernts's hair.

"Weave my fingers through the same locks of hair and then finally; give you what you crave? Every single time?" But their was no time to respond for he was pulled Ernst's mouth against his and Hanschen forced his tongue into him. His tongue caressed the roof of Ernst's mouth, as well as his own tongue. Their lips moved in sync for mere seconds before Hanschen removed himself and licked Ernst's lips.

"If I gave you what you wanted, if you knew what to expect, it would be no fun, now would it?" He smirked. "Aren't I allowed to take some liberty in what I do Ernst? Do you understand now, Herr Robel?" He said formally as a jest.

"Y-yes. Yes I do."

"Good then. Your turn." Hanschen said with a completely straight face.

"What?"

"You see, the other thing you have to learn is…" Hanschen was being strangely formal, which scared Ernst a little bit. "This has to be equal effort between us. I can't, and won't, do all the work." A small grin appeared on his face.

"B-but, what do I do?"

"You've read Melchior's essay, you've seen me, so figure it out."

"But Melchior's essay is only about men and woman… not um, two, um," Why was it so awkward for him to say it? "…men"

"Then choose a part. Be the man, or be the woman."

"But-"

"Do it Ernst." He said very firmly, staring him in the eyes.

Ernst sighed. He really didn't know what to do, for his mind had been rather blurry during the past "session". He knew he couldn't give up though. There was not point in arguing with Hanschen.

(Just think back, just think back)

"Ernst, don't think about it."

(Scratch that. Don't think. Don't think. Just do, Jut do. How would Hanschen start?...Ding.)

Ernst was very hesitant, but he put his lips to Hanschen's neck and began to plant butterfly kisses. He moved one of his hand around Hanschen's waist and the other around his neck, tangling it in the blonde hair he so much adored.

Hanschen couldn't help but moan a little, for Ernst was so innocent and something about that got him very aroused.

Ernst finished at his neck but did not remove his lips from Hanschen's skin as he trailed his lips around Hanschen's jawbone and directly to his ear. He circled it with his tongue, something Hanschen had never done to him. The soft sigh that dared to escape Hanschen's lips told him that it was ok he had done it.

He pulled Hanschen's bulkier body to his own (they had separated during the lecture), and moved his hand higher into blonde hair. His other hand had found its way to the back bottom of Hanschen's white-collared shirt and was now descending dangerously low, not that Hanschen cared of course.

Ernst pulled away but still keeping his hand in Hanschen's hair and the other one close to the belt of Hanschen's trousers, He offered a sad smile to Hanschen who only grinned back.

"And what were you possibly worried about Ernst?" He practically purred. "That was almost as good as me…" Ernst knew to take this as a compliment, Hanschen wasrather full of himself.

"But my dear Ernst, it seems that you are rather, over dressed. Don't you agree?" It was back to the mischievous Hanschen. "Let's see, we can remove you shirt can't we?"

With amazing speed, he had Ernst's shirt fully un-buttoned, but still clinging to his arms.

"Hm, my shirt can go to, am I right?" He moved Ernst's hands to his buttons. Though he tried, Ernst only fumbled with them.

"Um, uh, I can't really.."

"Relax. Breathe. Why are you so nervous?"

"I-I"

"It's only me Ernst. Only me."

When finally he unbuttoned the cursed shirt, Ernst could not help but stare. He had seen Hanschen's chest many times before. (See, there's showering in gym class…) But this was different. He was being given permission to touch and stare at it. It was not as feeble as his own body, much more bulkier. For reasons un-known to Ernst, he felt the sudden urge to hug him.

Lacing his fingers behind Hanschen's back, he buried his head in Hanschen's lower chest, his stomach, and nuzzled it.

"Ernst. stop acting like a chil-Uhn!" Before he could even finish his sentence, Ernst had gained some intrepidity, and began to brush his lips against Hanschen's stomach. Hanschen entwined his fingers into Ernst's black hair, encouraging him in a utmost non-Hanschen way.

Ernst snaked his light kisses all the way down to Hanschen's belly-button, circled it, and ended with a kiss right above the button of his trousers.

Hanschen froze for a second before he grabbed Ernst by the hair and brought him crashing onto his lips.

After he had successfully invaded Ernst's mouth once again, he pulled away and was about to say something when…

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong

The church bells rang signaling 5 o'clock pm.

Ernst nearly jumped. "I-I have to go! My mother asked me to be home by five thir-" Wait, What was this? Hanschen's eyes were relaxed, but his mouth seemed to be in a… frown? This was a face Ernst had never seen before. Was this a look of, regret? Disappointment? Anger? No. It couldn't be what Ernst was thinking could it? Was this… sadness?

"I-I really have to go." Ernst said regretfully as he opened the door to the confessional and peered around to make sure none was there. He buttoned his shirt as Hanschen exited and did the same.

Hanschen had still said nothing as they exited through the back door and out through the graveyard, and onto the path that led by the infamous tree. When they had meet the fork in the road that led to their respective houses, Ernst look around again to make sure no one was near, and turned to face Hanschen.

"I-I still love you Hanschen, as I have never loved anyone." He said smirking a bit.

Hanschen let out a low chuckle. He stepped forward and kissed Ernst on the cheek.

"And so you should."