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- Why don't we run away? - Proposed the younger, his (e/c) eyes sparkling with the idea of running away.
- I wish we could, but you know the consequences of it. We would be outcast by everyone, or worst. - Fuegoleon was always the worried one among them two, while (y/n) was the reckless one.
- Ah yes, I forgot about that. - His smile was replaced by a pout. Fuegoleon almost wanted to pinch his puffed cheeks.
- You're impossible. - The red-haired started to chuckle. They were sitting on the grass of the forest, just them and the animals that didn't bother to approach them.
- Don't laugh, it was a good idea in my head. - (l/n) whined slightly, liking to hear the happy sound of his best friend's laugh.
- S-sorry. - The Vermillion said in-between laughs.
- You're a fake friend, laughing at me like this. - He pretended to be hurt, folding his arms on his chest.
- Hey, don't get mad. Here, let me make up for you. - He tried to tame the boy, slowly approaching him, until their faces were just a few inches from each other.
With his hand, the Vermillion brought (l/n)'s face close to his, until their lips touched. (y/n) responded to the kiss immediately, his hands soon bringing Fuegoleon closer, resting them on his waist.Landing on his back in the grass, with (l/n) on top of him, Fuegoleon started to deepen the kiss, his fingers entangling themselves in the boy's hair.
Bitting the red-haired male's bottom lip, (l/n) heard his angelic moan, weak and abrasive, something inside of him wanting more of that.It took Fuegoleon by surprise when (y/n)'s hands went to his thighs, gripping them and making his legs surround the (l/n)'s waist.
The Vermillion's thighs were incredibly thick, and (y/n) loved the feeling of squishing them, even more when they were in such position, permitting them to feel each other closer.Fuegoleon's buttoned white shirt started to open by itself, with a little help of magic, and at the first opportunity, (l/n)'s lips traveled through the red-haired's warm skin, feeling it get hotter with each touch.
By the Vermillion's grip on his shoulder, (l/n) knew that he was trying to contain himself, and that didn't make (y/n) happy, his teeth sinking on the male's reddened skin, receiving a sound of pain and pleasure mixed perfectly.
