DSMP Aesthetic

Chapter 4

(This chapter needs holy water please and thank you)
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/ Techno's POV \
I started writing my anarchy manual. "What ya got there?", Phil asks me. "An anarchy manual", I tell him. I trust Phil. I offered it to him. "Hm... I like it", he flips through it. "Care to join me?", I take it back. "After I know my sons can handle themselves",he smiles at me. "I'm sure Tommy and Wilbur will be fine." I told him. "I'd rather wait to see if they can handle this. I worry about them", he sounds serious. "If you want I can help teach them" I said after a while. "No, let them learn on their own", Phil dismissed me. I nodded my head and continued writing my book.

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/ Shlatt's POV \ (<-- he's gay )
Wilbur has been spending more time with me and actually taking care of himself. I wonder why? Is it because I helped him through the war? Or does he just like hanging out? He looks at me. "What's wrong? You look concerned..." I pat his head and said I'm fine. "Really?" He nods his head. "When you're concerned you have a habit of not looking at people and rubbing your hand.", Wilbur pointed to my hands. How does he know about this? Is he...paying attention to me? "So are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" He asked me. "... Nothing", I lie. He sat up and held my cheek. "What is wrong?" How do I say I like him and not make it weird? He is literally holding my face. He looks deep in my eyes. "...You have a crush on someone." He looks down. "I-I do! O-on y-y-you, actually...", I try to cheer him up. He starts laughing. "Funny joke..." he looked at my face. "You're not joking, are you?" I shake my head. He smiled and kissed me. It was quick but it happened. ".. Again", I grab his shoulders. His lips are cold... Someone knocked on the door. I got up and opened the door. Tommy is there. "Is Wilbur here? Phil is here." Great, the child's here now. "Yeah. Wilbur, Tommy's here." Wilbur looks at the door then gets up. "Yes Tommy?" Why now? I go to change in my little corner. May as well get ready in case of cuddles. "Dadza is here and wants to check up on you.", poor Tommy. "I'm okay", Wilbur waves him away. "Wilbur. Step out of the room", I hear Phil. Oh no. I start hurrying. "Shlatt's changing. Give him a minute" I finished and opened the door. "Hi Phil.", I waved to him. "Hello son, how are you?", Phil asked his son. Oh no... "I'm fine dad. Don't worry about me." he reassured him. "How is Fundy doing?", Phil asks. "He's good, he's good", Wilbur nodded. "Alright but please do remember to spend time with him." Phil says. "I will", he yawned. "Bye dad." Wilbur said to Phil. Phil bids his goodbye and leaves with Tommy. Finally, it's just us. I closed the door and Wilbur smile. "If you're tired, we can cuddle." "Not yet", I stretch. He looks at me confused. I pin him against the wall and kissed him. I slip my hand into his shirt but then he grabbed my hand and push me down. "That was cute but who said I was gonna let you fuck me?" He got on top of me and lick my neck. He looks at me and get up. "Strip then get on the bed." I did as I was told. He walked over to me with a box and put a dildo and lube next to me. "Put on a nice show lamb~" He sin in a chair next to the desk watching me. I put some lube on the dildo and stuck it halfway, I moaned louder then I expected, heh, I starting fucking myself.