Razor is Not Just a Puppy

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He felt his hands travel, exploring every inch of his body. Crotch pressed against crotch with only the thin fabric of a robe separating them. The steam of the hot spring wasn't the only reason these two were heated. 

"Please," he begged. 

"Please what?" 

"I want you...I want you insi-

Bennett slammed his laptop closed and hid his face in his hands. Yep. That's enough Jenshin Collision fanfiction for today. Xingqiu needed to tone down on the smut chapters. Bennett's heart couldn't take it. Especially when he'd been waking up from dreams of Xingqiu's fanfiction scenarios with him and Razor as the parties involved. 

"I hate him," Bennett muttered. He wanted to sob. Xingqiu said it was going to be a fluffy fic, not this! 

"I'm going to bed," Bennett announced to himself and plopped onto his sheets after turning out his light. The minute he closed his eyes an image of Razor on top of him presented itself. Bennett's eyes snapped open again. 

"I don't need sleep," he announced and picked up his phone. He scrolled through his old photos and stumbled upon a sleeping Razor picture. He was hugging a pillow with his shirt halfway up his body. But this was small adorable pre-puberty Razor. 

"Where did my cute puppy go?" Bennett wiped away an imaginary tear. 

Bennett nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard something at his window. He heard the same noise again so got up to check. Razor was throwing pebbles. 

"Razor? What are you doing here at this time?" Bennett asked, opening the window. 

"Can't sleep. Sleep with Bennett?" 

Well, that was a bad idea if Bennett ever heard one. But, like usual, he couldn't refuse Razor's adorable helpless expression. He nodded and moved away from the window so Razor could climb up. Razor, however, had misjudged the distance and fell into Bennett's room not-so-gracefully. He collapsed right on top of Bennett. His pajamas were disheveled and Bennett was unable to stop looking at his chest. 

Crotch pressed against crotch with only the thin fabric of a robe separating them. Why did he have to think of that line now? Bennett closed his eyes tightly, trying to think pure things, but Razor was pressed against him rather close. 

"Bennett..." Razor moved his hand by Bennett's face and brushed some of his hair behind his ear. Bennett opened his eyes to see the softest look on Razor's face. He hadn't seen an expression like this on him before. 

"Razor?"  

Razor moved his face in closer but stopped just before his lips reached Bennett's. Was he not going to kiss him? Well, Razor had never kissed him before so maybe he wasn't going to. Why did Bennett feel a bit of disappointment about that fact? 

"Comfortable," Razor rested his head by Bennett's and pulled him close, falling asleep right on the floor with him as a pillow.